#i didn't plan on drawing her but she popped in my mind looking at the night sky n i had to uwu;

[danielcalmdown]

if she could she'd run away to the moon and dance under the stars until she crumbles to dust

[suguae]

Never lose me.

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Warnings: Creampie, Virginity loss, Choking, Squirting, erm more probably idunno. Not proofread.

Also my first time writing this stuff so give feedback please!!

Toji was the last person to be in a relationship. He's tried way too many times, but he just wasn't amused by the women he met.

He was giving one last time tonight. "Thanks again Shiu." He says fixing his hair up in a mirror near the front entrance of his home.

"No problem man, I got you every time." Shiu says stuffing his mouth with popcorn as Megumi was deeply focused in the movie that had been playing in the back.

Toji checks his outfit one more time, a black tight long sleeve paired with black slacks. He knew it was basic but after all he doesn't plan on staying out long.

Here he sat bored out of his mind as this women had been doing nothing but blabbering about herself. She was beautiful, but god she would not shut up. Toji got at least four words and it's already been half an hour.

He looked around trying to entertain himself another way, till his eyes landed on you. You were one of his first dates. He vividly remembers you, everything about you was so fucking perfect. Till he found out you were too young for him.

The pink strapless dress you had on tonight, how it hugged your peachy ass perfectly. Your hair was so silky and longer than last time he saw you. Your laugh echoing into his ears.

He still remembers the disappointed look in your face when he told you how it just couldn't work out. But he didn't hesitate to jerk off that night, thinking about you.

His thoughts were interrupted by the cold liquid poured onto his head. "Why the hell are you eyeing that fucking women when we're on a date?" The women says catching the attention of many around the restaurant. Even you.

Fuck.

"You're fucking crazy." He scoffed getting out of his seat leaving her there all alone. He walked passed you before exiting the restaurant.

He sat in his car taking off his shirt. 'I'm definitely done.' He said quietly talking to himself.

He heard a small tap on his window. He turned his head making eye contact with you. Slowly rolling the window down. "So this is where you take all your dates huh?" You chuckled.

Just at the sound of your sweet laugh he felt his heart skip a beat. "What do ya want kid?" He sighs flipping his damp hair back.

You rolled your eyes, "I'm not even that much younger than you." You say leaning on the car door to have a better look at him.

"Y/n, 15 years apart is not a lot?" He asked while his eyes kept floating to your peachy lips. He would fuck that little mouth of yours and love it.

You smiled, "Nope."

That smile had him in a chokehold.

"Get in." Toji unlocks the doors to the car, he noticed that pretty little smirk draw on your face as you slowly back up from his door to walk to the passenger side.

Your ass moving like jello when you walked past the front of his car giving him a perfect view. Just at the sight of you made his blood move straight to his dick.

Next thing you know, all that was heard in the car was the rustling and sloppy wet kisses in Toji's car . You tauntingly pull away from this kiss. You felt Toji's grip around your waist tighten.

It hurt so fucking good. His big arms, how little you looked sitting on top on him. "Fuck...why'd you pull away?" He whispered.

You looked at him with those pleading big doe eyes, "Did you ever miss me Toji?"

"Of course I did." His hands roamed to the fat meaty part of your ass to grab the hem of your dress, sliding it over your head.

No bra, just that slutty bright pink thong. He noticed the tattoo of a butterfly between your breast. How it made your plump tits pop out more.

Toji admired the beauty in front of him. Was it desperate to say this was how he wanted that night to end? That night when he first met you.

You leaned in giving him wet lazy kisses all over his neck. Sucking a little harder in some places to leave marks. "Toji I need you." You whispered in his ear causing his body to shudder.

Toji wanted to fuck you hard.

"Get in the back." He says guiding you to the back of his car. He gets out of the car to go to the back to meet you there.

His dick was throbbing at he sight of you laying in the back patiently like the good little girl you were.

This was gonna be hard for Toji, He was such a big man in such a small little car. But he was gonna make it worth it.

His hands slowly roaming your body making his way to hover on top of you. Planting kisses on your soft tender breast. Sucking one and squeezing the other to give it the same amount of attention.

As you were panting wanting more from Toji, you could feel your hot core crying for Toji. "I wan u." You say breathlessly.

His hand that was massaging your breast was now on your neck, squeezing tightly but not too tight. "You need me that bad?"

You whimper, "Yes."

You were driving Toji crazy.

His dick was aching more than anything. Wanting to fuck that wet little cunt of yours.

'Fuck..' He makes you sit on top of him. Pulling out his fat veiny cock. His tip drooling with pre-cum. You look up and gulp.

"Toji..." You stuttered.

He moves your thong to the side, slowly moving his index and middle finger inside your gushy wet cunt.

You gasp with pleasure. "T-Toji."

You lean in as he was focused on your cunt. Increasing the speed of the thrusting. You planted a wet kiss on his red plump lips. Bitting his bottom lip as you whine to the pleasure.

"Fuck, Toji fas..ter" You stutter. You could feel his long big fingers constantly hitting that rubbery gushy flesh in your pussy. You felt as if knots were forming in your stomach.

You slowly slide your hand down to Toji's girth. Rubbing your thumb on his wet tip. Toji hissed. You smiled.

"Fuck me already." you breathlessly moan, as your hand slowly slides down Tojis shaft, delicately pumping his dick.

You felt close as Toji kept thrusting his fingers deep into your pussy. He teasingly slides his hands out as he hears your moans getting louder.

His fingers making its way up to your empty mouth. Sliding his fingers deep in your mouth. "Beautiful baby, don't you taste so good?"

You nod. Unable to verbally answer.

"Good girl." He smirks, slowly moving his fingers out of your mouth. He looks down at his shaft as your hand was still wrapped around it.

He guides your hand up and down his cock. Earning low grunts from Toji. "You like that?" you softly whisper.

"C'mere." He huffs with pleasure. Guiding his cock to the entrance of your wet cunt.

"T-Toji, be gentle...it's my first time." You whispered the last part. You hide your face to embarrassed at the sudden confession.

Oh but he loved the idea of having your little pussy all to himself. Touched by no one other than you and him.

"It's alright darling...put it in f'me, will ya?" He says grabbing your hands guiding them down to his cock.

Slowly you grab his lengthy fat cock, twitching in your hands as you slowly guide it in. You wince in pain as his cock stretches your pussy.

"Fuck yer so tight f'me baby." Toji hisses as he grabs both ass cheeks guiding you.

"Ahh Toji, hurts m..me." You say wrapping your arms around his neck, hands intertwining with his hair.

" Ts'okay yer gonna feel better." He grunts as he throws his head back. Guiding your hips to move faster.

"F..Fuck Toji." You sob with pain and pleasure.

Toji knew it hurt, but he fucking loved the tightness around him. How he could feel every inch of you. He wanted this ever since his eyes first landed on you. "Fuck y/n." He moaned.

The pleasure was now taking over. Your whole body feeling euphoric as you hop on Toji's dick like a bunny. You pant out a chuckle.

"Uhh f-fuck doll, i love your fucking pussy." He whimpers. Toji

Toji Fushiguro whimpering. How you had him fucking wrapped around your little finger.

He lifts you up a bit as he bucks his hips into you harder and way more faster. "T-Toji I'm gonna...Im close." You cry out as you feel that knotting sensation in your stomach again.

"Cum f'me baby.." He hissed as his pace fastened.

And you did.

The warm feeling overcoming your body as you limp onto Toji's chest as he's still balls deep. The loud moan that escapes your body causes Toji's cock to twitch inside you.

"This pussy is all mine yknow that?" He grunts as he thrust getting ready to cum.

"t-Toji sta-" You were overstimmulated as you felt Toji's hand roam down to your pearly clit, softly rubbing it.

"Tell me your pussy is all mine." You could feel your body beginning to shake. You bit Toji's shoulder. His pace in thrusting hasn't changed but he was rubbing your clit like their was tomorrow.

You bite harder as you feel an odd feeling as if you need to pee. "Toji...ah baby pee..i need t-"

He grabbed your neck basically choking you. "I fucking said tell me!" He says as your arm wraps around his hand that had been choking you.

"Mmmf..fu..Daddy's pussy...only..Toji I'm gonna pe.." You felt the warm liquid running down your legs as Toji lets his load out inside you.

"Fuck…baby you squirted.” he throws his head back and you plop onto his chest. Both panting.

You lazily chuckled a bit embarrassed.

He grabs your face, planting soft kisses onto your swollen red lips. "How was it for ya first time, baby?"

Your hands wrap around his neck as you lay your head down on his chest. Lazily smiling at him. "I could do it every night." You mumbled.

"I'd like that.." He kisses the top of your head as your eyes slowly closed.

He took you home that night after fucking you dumb, giving you the best after care. Ending the night with him asking you to be his girlfriend. And of course you said yes.

[nobodyfamousposts]

Hey I love your work. This idea keeps popping up in my head involving your doll au. I know in your posts for this au marinette still become guardian and let's say a situation causes a scene similar to the beginning of gang of secrets. Girl squad comes over, confess her secret, starts to look through her room. But instead of almost finding the box, they find Chatton drawing behind a pillow. I imagine 5 one-shots of the each girl babysitting him. Or did I just create the origin of reluctant dark l

Chaton was having a good day!

He got to rest in Mister Sunbeam. But he wasn't sleepy. Instead he was working! He was being artsy, just like Mama!

Chaton had a big piece of paper and his own cray-eons to draw with! And he was drawing all sorts of things!

He was drawing Mama! And Mama as a hero! The best hero! Spotty Mama with a cape and staff!

And he was drawing Pinkling and Greenie and Grand Pa Fu! And the Box! And the Friends Inside!

And Untie! And cookies! And kitties!

Hmm….he was running out of space on the paper.

But he had more paper to draw even more things on! Yay!

He thought it over and was debating whether to draw an alien or a unicorn.

…..he couldn't make up his mind, so he decided to do both and draw a space unicorn!

And he delivers rainbows and smiles!

And he shoots marshmallows with his laser!

Chaton got really into his drawing that he stopped paying attention to the sounds of the bakery below.

Even when those sounds started getting louder.

Alya, for her part, wasn't having that good of a day. But it was going to improve now that she had a plan to talk to her best friend. And she was going to ge some answers, mark her words!

"Okay, we'll talk to Marinette and get her to tell us the truth so we can help her!" Alya explained the plan with the other girls in tow.

Alix frowned, uncertain. "Maybe we should let her talk to us in her own time?"

Alya rolled her eyes. "I am not going to stand by when my girl is hiding secrets!"

And not wasting any time, she shoved open the door to Marinette's room.

"Marinette! We've come for the truth!" She announced.

Silence.

Nothing but silence and an empty room.

Empty and silent.

Except for the sounds of scratching on paper.

And Marinette's Chat Noir doll in the middle of her room. Whom was clearly the one drawing on the paper. And looking quite happy with himself.

The girls stared.

Chaton finally took notice of the intrusion and turned to the ones responsible.

They gaped at him.

Chaton stared back, a bit surprised. People? Who were these people? Why were they there? What were they doing there?

Then he realized that there WERE people there and remembered that he was supposed to not be caughted.

Chaton flopped back onto the ground, pretending to be a regular toy and hoping they didn't see him.

Alya stared in disbelief.

"No, don't try pretending now. We saw you." She told him.

No, they didn't. Chaton insisted.

[harrietlancaster]

Update 🕰️

Hi, hello and welcome! 👋💖

It's been a while since my last post. It's been a bit hectic the past month, being inbetween things, getting sick twice and other personal stuff going on, so I'm sorry for being so quiet over here.

But I haven't been completely unproductive during this time and am currently switching inbetween writing, planning out the overarching story and also drawing! So I thought I pop in and share a little teaser of my next drawing and even give you a bit of the story I've been working on.

I hope you enjoy! 💕

fic snippet under the cut

"Alright, my carriage is waiting for me. You see to it that the castle still stands when I arrive back. I don't need another disaster like the goblin infiltration. The Black family meeting will be draining enough."

After checking if Scrope had groomed his beard the correct way this morning, Phineas lifted his head from his various mirrors to look at the potion professor. The latter's attention had shifted to the window, his tired eyes fixed on a figure outside, walking back to the castle after saying goodbye to her friends at Hogsmeade Station.

Professor Black stepped closer to the other man, getting a glimpse of what caught his attention.

"Ah, the Hero of Hogwarts..."

Sharp eyed Black from the side, his lips pressing together in silent disapproval. He preferred to stick with his student's actual name, than this more dehumanizing than complimentatory one. The headmaster didn't notice as he stepped closer to the window, seemingly enjoying this mighty feeling of looking down on people.

"I heard Matilda wrapped you into baby-sitting our new superstar over the holidays."

Sharp held back from rolling his eyes at the wording, only shifted on his feet, his knee aching again.

"Yes. I owed Matilda, so I'll be watching over Miss Lancaster."

Phineas only gave it a unintressed hum as he turned back, overviewing his messy desk.

"You should teach her a few spells how to stay *out* of trouble, rather than bringing it right into my castle. Oh, where is this good-for-nothing elf? Brimsey!"

[...]

"Unless you want to brew your own butterbear, I'd rather advise against using moondew in one of your creations, Miss Lancaster. It can have some rather unpleasant side effects if not handled right."

He saw the dark circles beneath her eyes, especially with her skin being much paler then usual. She must be losing sleep after everything that happened. And now with her friends gone, she's all alone.

[...]

"She needs someone, Aesop. She has lost so much. Much more than anyone should at this young age. Please, watch over for her."

Sharp shook his head at Matilda's words in his mind. How would he be of any help to the girl? Matilda should've taken her to the Weasley house instead. She would've know much better how to "watch over her", whatever that truly meant.

I hope you liked this snippet and keep a look out for my next posts! 🥰

Please be aware that my art is almost always heavily referenced and I do not do art commissions! Thanks 💕

divider by @saradika

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

hey i was wondering how would the main 6 react/deal with an mc who can be a half dragon form like this one https://www.pinterest.ph/pin/34480753384518754/

(p.s ever since you popped in my "for you" I've been following your blog and your head canons are very good :) )

The Arcana HCs: M6 with a half dragon MC

~ thanks for the love anon, and here are your headcanons! I'm sorry if it took a while, I work through requests in the order they come in and I'm still figuring out how to do that without getting overwhelmed lol

Enjoy! - brainrot ~

The picture in question:

Julian

The first time he sees you take this form is after you've had a few drinks with him and the wrong person ticks you off

Three different parts of his brain are having three very different responses all at once and he doesn't know which one to listen to

Julian.exe has stopped responding

The drunk part of him doesn't even know what's real anymore, is that actually you?

The doctor part of him is fascinated, how does that work? Why is it coming out now? Why didn't it come out some other time? Is it voluntary?

The third part of his brain, the one that's flustered by you 24/7, is very confused. He knows he's attracted to this, but he has no idea why and he's not sure he's ready to reflect on what that says about him

He will very respectfully request that you do this again, when he is sober, and he can have all his questions answered

Asra

They have a snake familiar, this just confirms your status as Faust's other best friend

His biggest weakness (after you) is new and unconventional things, and it shows

Can you use your wing as a bellows? How much more strength do you gain with that talon arm? Is it strong enough to open the jar of kool-aid pickled garlic they bought the other day and still can't get open?

Very excited to see what magic he can teach you/you can develop using it

If you cast a spell with your wing can you aim it at an object farther away?

The stove salamander adores you

Will ask you to volunteer to try something to double check if it's safe for Faust

"MC, there you are. I made something to help Faust shed her skin but I need you to see if I made it too strong."

This has gone horribly wrong once or twice

Nadia

Oh my

She's not sure exactly what this is, but she's into it

First things first though, what unique circumstances lead to this and how best may she love you with that in mind?

Is it inherited or developed? Did you steal it from a mighty beast after defeating it in battle? What other secrets are you hiding?

Does the skin need any special products? Would you like anything added to your diet?

She's already got a mental sketchbook pulled up in her mind's eye to plan an outfit that would not only accommodate the physical shift but accentuate your striking appearance

She commissions a piece of jewelry to wear on your horn that matches her hair pieces

She will ask if she can kiss the affected side of your face, because she's curious about what it feels like

She would also like to know if you can fly in that form, and if so, if you can take her flying with you and Chandra

Muriel

He's not that shocked, he lives in the woods, he's seen weirder

But having observed wildlife for so long, he is now very intent on observing you too

Your form is dragonlike, do you have reptilian traits? Does it affect your body language? Are you able to speed up and slow down your metabolism and experience of time at will by adjusting your temperature?

He will begin acting on the conclusions he draws. Dragons hoard treasure, so he starts bringing you little gifts to see what you do with them

You received them from him, so you're not going to throw them out

Now there's a growing pile of pretty rocks and leaves and carvings in the hut

But he never sees you act protective of the collection, he knows you smile when you look at it, but aren't you supposed to sleep curled around the thing you consider your treasure?

You don't sleep with your things, you sleep snuggled up to him - oh. Oh.

Portia

She first sees this form come out on an ambassador trip, when an extremist group in the country you're visiting makes an assassination attempt

It's a pitiful attempt, really, she could've easily beaten them without any help at all

But there was an archer involved who let an arrow loose just before they were tackled by a pile of guards, and hey, that's the woman you love

Next thing she knows she's being held firmly against your human side, the armored dragon half on full display between her and her attacker as the arrows bounce harmlessly off

She is both intimidated and impressed

Now whenever you're in that form next to her she'll be walking around with her cheeks puffed out in pride

Because yeah, that's MC, that super badass dragon person is all hers, that's her best friend, that's her bullet proof sweetheart

Lucio

He doesn't want to admit it, but he's kind of jealous

He thought he was the coolest with his clawed golden gauntlet, and here you are with half your body covered in scaly armor

He really, really wants to spar with you in that form now

Initially it's because he needs to prove to himself that he'll be able to win against you and maintain his status as the strength to your brains

But once he gets you to agree all he can do is admire you

As a natural-born fighter himself, he's drawn to anything that shares that nature with him, and yours is on full display like this

The way you're able to use your wing both offensively and defensively, the way your talons act as extra blades, the way the horned side of your face glares back at him

He's in love, he's so in love

He keeps getting distracted and messing up, so you let him call it a tie since you didn't really want to fight him in the first place

He can and will bring it up in every conversation he has, regardless of who it's with and what the context is

[a-legacy-not-to-be-forgotten]

Even More SequenceShift Facts

I know I've been pretty quiet on my AU's front. Part of that is because I was briefly disheartened by what I saw as a lack of interest in it from other people. I'm willing to admit it does kinda sting to see all these other AUs popping off while mine only gets a few passing nods, mainly because I can't draw any of my AU. I'm not trying to sound ungrateful though. I mean, there's always a handful of peeps who always like and reblog my SequenceShift stuff, and I do really appreciate you folks! With that out of the way, I decided to do another round of these facts with details that I didn't add in the guidebook, either because I felt they weren't important or because I forgor. Again, if I haven't mentioned something, feel free to hit me up.

Mooch is an adult by the time Clover is in the AU, but she was still a child/teen when the Outlaw (one of the Renegade humans) committed his massacre on the Wild East. It's given her a good dose of anxiety that she tries to keep covered up. There are times where she wakes up in the middle of the night after a particularly bad nightmare, with Moray calming her down and watching over her until she falls asleep again.

Starlo is the only member of the cast that interacts with Kit (think like Flowey and Papyrus in the OG Undertale). Due to Kit's reluctance, she doesn't really open up much to him besides some small talk. Starlo does have some suspicions about Kit, but due to being very busy with his duties as Captain of the Rangers, he hasn't looked into it just yet.

Echo Flowers are still existent in this AU, but they're very much endangered due to their natural habitat completely drying out. Some are still just barely alive but clearly withered, and any conversations they may have picked up are either partially or completely distorted. There is one location where they're still alive, a hidden cavern in the Barrens that only Ceroba, Starlo, and Dina know about.

Starlo still wears his poncho and sheriff's badge to this day (Ceroba does want her Rangers to wear proper uniforms, but she mostly doesn't mind any customizations beyond that). It serves as something of a reminder for what life was like before the Wild East Massacre. However, on a Vengeance run, he completely ditches the poncho to symbolize him embracing his role as Captain of the Rangers.

When it comes to SequenceShift's Genocide/Vengeance/No Mercy route, none of the boss fights are killed in one hit. All of them have different, harder encounters and fight like hell to the bitter end. There'll also be environmental changes beyond just the populace leaving.

Also, a Neutral Route will have a lot more variation beyond just the endings and NPC dialogue. Even a very ruthless neutral run will be acknowledged by the Monsters and treated as such. Clover will be punished for a near/aborted Genocide run. (I always found it weird how the original Undertale never did that, and Undertale Yellow to a lesser extent)

There are four routes planned so far: Neutral, Pacifist, True Pacifist, and Genocide. A fifth route might be possible, but nothing's come of it just yet.

Frisk is also in this AU, having arrived some time before Clover did and basically had this Sequenceshift's version of Undertale Yellow. Again, still haven't thought of much beyond that.

I'll add him to the guidebook, but Mo is indeed in this AU. He's pretty much entirely unchanged too, because he's perfect.

[dryams03]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAS!!

This drawing came actually pretty late, I'm really really sorry, but I hope it still counts! I made it with all my patience and heart in 11 h so... It better worths the while >:p

Don't mind me simping under the cut @goldazu || @ruki--mukami

Well, let's talk with truth and heart because those are the meaningful words we have in the world to speak.

First, I send to you past Mai 26 a single message with a happy birthday while I was... in the middle of something at the university, sleepless and stressed. Yes, a hard day with... 48 hours of speedrun...

I wrote something like I really hoped you were doing fine; but I really wanted to do more, I had this drawing on mind that moment but I wasn't able to do it.

But that didn't stop me you see, I wanted to do something special for you because you, honestly, you deserve it.

I think that every single soul that decides to share their inner worlds in any art branch that ever existed need to have a mutual like you. Not only because the wholesome and fulfilling support you give and the kindness you sprout to people around you but the way you show yourself so dedicated to your blog. Everything is so organized and your writing is perfect cause it feels so real! (sometimes I feel like Ruki is a real person and right behind there is you, the secretary, writing his speech with a bloc-note XD).

Girl, it's inspiring, I meant it a lot. And I hope, as you said, it stays like this a little bit longer, no matter how much. It will be fine.

I have to confess, before I met you I really have been having a little bit of troubles around my character. I was unsure that Cassie would find a place to develop her personality. Like... She has phases, right? And she could be amazingly cheerful and a literal sunlight at the beginning but she... Is more like that in the surface, you see. But none crossed that line. I think the problem was that I hadn't found in that time the kind of roleplay that I was looking at. The roleplay that sinks into the deepest parts of the characters and that make them give opinions, do more complicated actions, express themselves in the way they truly are. But, since the day you met Cassie you have been supporting me and I have been feeling a lot of confidence about my character. You really made me want to come back to Tumblr with a lot of energy, to renew and rethink my character, and show all her sides, all the beauty that she is intended to give, the lightest and the darkest side of her. And I granted part of this inspiration to you .

And, Jas, did you remember? Cuz I think I wouldn't forget it in my life——

Girl you made me a fanart of my girl in my birthday when you barely knew me!! I was like: I LOVE IT BUT WHY?! I was surprised! I wasn't expecting anything like that! And it made me so happy that I could barely keep myself entirely! (Also that day I was feeling pretty bad, I was having a terrible day and that simple thing changed completely my humor. No people physically around me understood it, but I didn't give a shit! I was happy! For true! Btw the picture is still in my smart clock and I don't plan to quit it uwu).

No matter the time you took to answer, that doesn't stop me to enjoy roleplaying with you. I'm glad you feel fulfilled with your life and I hope you can still walk to the future with all hopes.

I'm glad for having in my memory the day I clumsily popped into your inbox.

And, again, happy birthday Jas. I appreciate you a lot ♥️

[drowninginblox]

Torched

FitMC fic bc March is hard TW: mentions of a past with thoughts of cannibalism,

Hollowed out. That's what Fit would say to someone who asked him how he was doing. Hollowed out, just like this damn cave.

No weapons, no food, not enough strength. The thought of getting up felt like a trial and a half against his still buzzing brain. The only thing that's tempting him to do so is the darkened but still bright sky overhead and the pain he feels in the pit of his stomach. He should have told him when he had the chance. At least write it down in that damn book.

"Stupid." The reverberations of his voice and the words against his lips remind him where he is. It's been a year since he's been like this. Oh, have the mighty have fallen. What would Ramon think if he saw you like this, huh? “What about Pac?”

A voice, warm, soft, familiar asked. From where, Fit couldn't tell. But in an otherwise muted world, Fit heard it. He swallows, the dryness of his throat becoming more aware to him. "I'm sorry I can't make myself known. I would love to show myself to you," He takes a breath. He didn't think going insane was such a plunge. Weren't there stages to losing your mind?

"But there are matters that are... just as concerning as yours, warrior." Fit glances at the corpses. It's been two days since he'd been shoved here and the thought has turned into a temptation now. Who are you? He challenges, biting his lip to the point of drawing blood. He hasn't done that in a long time. "Do not worry, you are good friends with my champion. I am only here to help." Although the warmth of her voice served as a comfort, the complexities of what she just rang through his soul. He raised a brow. Okay, let's try this again,

Fit takes another look before trying to move his legs. First the right, then the left. But when he tried to straighten out the left, a shot of pain courses through his ankle and up his calf. A scream brakes him from his determination. Tears of pain welled, but he knew he had to do this. "Warrior-" Shut the fuck up! Just give me a minute! An irritated sigh followed but Fit paid it no mind as he bunched some of his shirt into his mouth and continued in his plan. He was going to stand even if it killed him.

It took a few minutes, a few agonizingly painful moments full of words he would never say to anyone else, but he got to where he was satisfied. Leaning against the stone wall that made up the cave he fell into. "Okay- okay,..." He mumbled, breath ragged against the adrenaline. Who are you and what do you mean by champion?

"I am Rose, I can not show myself as the majority of my power dedicated to protecting someone right now. Someone you hold dearly." Fit took a sharp breath at that. Let me guess, "Philza, yes." His eyes narrowed, pupils dilated with rage. Now you're protecting him? What the hell happened to him?! Fit needed to tell Phil that he made his god gasp although, maybe the context can be left out. "I was not the entity that corrupted his mind with greed! I would never!" Sure, and I would never eat avocado toast like a millennial. I'd never thought I'd take up cannibalism after leaving the wastes but here I am, moral dilemma McGee- intermixed his rambling, on a spare patch of dirt that found itself nestled in between the stone, a dandelion grew. Fit barely saw it happen. It was just in his periphery, but damn did he see it. "What-"

"You are hungry are you not? Trust me and I can help you." Fit glances between the dandelion, the corpses, and the sky a few times. The voices in his head have been silent for a while. And sure, they aren't the most reliable things. But, this... lady, even if this is all disillusion right now, it's nice to have company at least. Fit rolled his eyes and picked the flower, popping it into his mouth. The warm voice laughed. "That's a new one."

You're name is Rose right? "Indeed."

And Phil trusts you? "With his flegdlings." Fit's eyes go a little wide at that. "Damn with his kids too?" he mumbled. "Alongside himself and his partner, of course." He smiles slightly at that. Well, it'd be nice to have company again. "Good, I suggest you rest, warrior. Tomorrow is going to be hard." Fit's stomach rumbled again, this time with enough resolve to make him wince. Uh.. can I- Not even a second later, a vine grows from the cracks of the stone, followed by another and another. The next thing Fit knows, there are over a dozen vines forcing a hole through the wall until they suddenly stop. Fit looks into it and notices that it is right next to a chest. He hesitates but sticks his arm through and opens it. When he reaches inside it's met with warmth. Something warm but solid. Soft but firm? "What the-" He pulls his arm back and in his hand is a loaf of bread, one that looks to be fresh from the oven.

For the first time since he got here, he smiles. If he could he would jump for joy right now. Thank you, Rose! A chuckle follows.

[mistywaves98]

Thinking about Beidou, just, MMM, Beidou... I feel like she would be so rough and feral.

This is my way of requesting you to do Beidou x fem!reader smut 😎🤙

We stan feral women but I tried to imitate the way pirates talk in the dialogue but it turned out horrible 😔 Unfortunately I didn't manage to capture the rough part of it, I might add on to it later cuz I'm too lazy to do it now

Beidou x Fem! Reader

¡Warnings!: NSFW, Face-sitting, Making out, Dubcon? (just in case)!

Minor writing smut! DNI if uncomfy!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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Beidou loves wine, we a know that. But do you know what she loves more? Her head getting crushed between your thighs as she eats you out.

It was just a regular night aboard the Crux and you talking to Beidou as she drank. However, you began to notice her slurred voice and suggested that perhaps she should call it a day. "Go to bed? Nah, I have a better idea anyway," with that, she pulled you onto her lap and gave you a heated kiss. The smell of alcohol on her breath and tomgue was strong and rather unpleasant. Not to mention that saliva was getting everywhere from how sloppy the kiss was.

After a minute or two of making out, you finally managed to pull away for air. No sooner had you caught your breath you felt your back collide with the floor, knocking the wind out of you. Beidou,who was on top of you, pinned your wrists and to both sides of your head. Smirking, she bent down to leave a trail of wet kisses from your collarbone to the base of your ear. Pulling away, she said in a syrupy voice,"Y' have no idea how cute n' delectable you look right now," Leaning back into your ear she added,"Ya don't mind if I have a taste, do ya?"

She leaves you no time to respond as she tears your panties off and uses her strength to sit you upright, thighs on each side of her head, your dripping pussy right over her mouth. Taking your clit in her mouth, she begins sucking on the sensitive bud, making you moan in bliss. She lets go with a small pop before licking a long stripe up your cunt, smirking as she feels you shiver above her.

Without warning she plunges her tongue deep into your pussy, hitting spots that make you see stars. You feel your orgasm approaching quickly, but just as the knot in your stomach was about to snap, you feel Beidou stop her movements under you. "Did you really think I was gonna let ya cum that easy? Nope and unless you wanna be denied for the rest of the night, ya better start beggin' sweetheart." You hesitate, but decide it would be worth it in the end anyway so you did as she said and begged. You could feel her smile as she listens to your pleas and whines and since you asked so nicely, who is she to tell you no?

After that Beidou showed no mercy on your tight pussy, licking, sucking and even sticking a finger or two in, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you. Her grip on your thighs was so hard you knew there would still be bruises the next day. You squirmed, thighs squeezing her head, weakly trying to push her mouth away from your soaking insides while mumbling something incoherent between moans.

By the time she stopped you had already lost track of how many times you came and were ready to let sleep take over, however, Beidou had other plans for you.

Pushing you back on the ground, she put her thighs on either side of your head as she grabbed your hair and shoved you into her pussy. "Don't think I'm done with you yet princess. No, I'm only gettin' started. Now that you've had your pleasure, I'm gonna have mine," she said in a strangely sober voice.

[reinabeestudio]

Well I'm bedridden and bored as hell. Thus, I'll finally share some lore about the heart-themed ship. And about certain item they share

(+ adding context to this drawing)

Well, the thing with the necklace was not something planned by him. It just... happened.

You see, he went to search some place to eat on the island. Inside of one of these places, he spotted Miel. Sitting by herself, looking rather pensive as she fiddled with the petal of a blue hibiscus. He decided to approach her—by sneaking up on her, laughing when she jumped. She punched his arm when she recovered with an annoyed expression, calling him an idiot, which only made him laugh harder as he took a seat next to her. He glanced at the flower before looking back at her.

“What, you gonna eat that or something?”

“Haha, real funny, Oak. No, one of the waitresses gave it to me. It's to be worn, you see.” She pointed at another customer, wearing a red hibiscus in their hair.

Dammit, there she was with the 'Oak' thing again.

“Told ya to call me Blue. Being called Oak makes me feel like my gramps!”

“Why are you here, Oak?”

He started to think that maybe she did call him by his last name just to annoy him. But you know, he was there because of her.

“What, can't we have a nice friendly moment? We're in the same team.”

“I can't fathom why you would want to spend time with me.”

In that moment his trademark smirk shrinked a bit, when he heard her voice sound... well, sad. Alright, perhaps this was more serious than he thought.

“There's something on your mind.”

“And when not?” she replied with a light chuckle. Nuh uh, he wasn't gonna let her slip away like that. He scooted a bit closer to her on their seats, putting his arm around her shoulder.

“C'moooon, pidge. You can tell me! Just between us.”

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow after the nickname, silently looking at him. He could feel the gears in her brain spinning in that moment, thinking of what to do.

Ultimately, she sighed and looked back at the flower on her hands, feelings its soft petals.

“What is there after Pasio?”

“.... Huh?”

“When we're done with Pasio, I assume Leaf and Red will go their ways.” Yeah that sounded like his rival. That hermit. “What about you? What will you do?”

That was actually a good question. It got him thinking for several minutes, humming in thought until an answer came to his mind.

“Fieldwork, probably. My job makes me travel 'round the regions a lot.”

“.... I see. Of course, that makes sense....”

The absolute dejected look she had after answering told him that was probably not something she wanted to hear. It broke his heart a bit, to be honest.

“And you? What're you gonna do after this?”

“Ah, me? That isn't important, I was just curious—”

“Miel.”

The sudden serious tone caused her to look at him, visibly surprised. She looked... nervous. Which meant he was getting somewhere. He had to keep talking or she'd close off again.

She sighed. “I.... I don't know. I have nowhere to go. It's... it's scary out there, I don't know what to expect.”

The way she talked about the world sometimes, she sounded like she's never dealt with Pokemon before. A dumb thought, but it's a thought that kept popping up on his mind.

“.... Oak? Can I be honest for a second?”

“Uh, sure?”

“You're the only thing I have.”

That shouldn't have made his heart beat faster. Not when she was looking at him like an abandoned cat.

“I-I mean that I have nowhere to go,” she quickly corrected herself.

There was silence after that. Not an awkward one, but rather a silence of processing and understanding. Was this the reason behind she kept 'taking things slow' in the island? Did she really have nothing else to look forward to afterwards?

“I got an idea,” he said, breaking the silence. Miel didn't look at him but she didn't stop him, so he took this as a sign to continue. “I'll show ya around.”

That made look at him, her fingers no longer fumbling with the petals of the flower resting on her lap. “I'm already familiar enough with the island, Oak.”

“Wh- no, I meant I'll show ya around the world!”

“Ah, I see.....” Give her a minute. “WAIT, are you suggesting I travel with you?” There we go.

“Yeah. Why not?”

“I appreciate the offer, but I don't think it's wise to accept. I'm not very familiar with battles and Pokemon, as you have seen.” She sighed. Which meant she was going to be honest for a second. “I wouldn't want to be a bother while you work.”

“.... Say, I got another idea. A challenge!”

His idea was simple: he would help her during their stay in Pasio. He would help her with anything involving training and raising Pokemon—who better to guide her than one of the former Champions? (and he bet that Leaf and Red wouldn't mind lending a hand, being part of the team as well, but he wanted to train her himself)

But she must battle him after she defeated the Elite Four. Only the two of them, a real battle, 1 vs 1. If she wins against him, she'd prove to be strong enough to get out there and face any challenge that comes their way. Together.

Miel seemed to briefly ponder over it before extending her hand to him to shake on it. “Alright. It's a deal, Oak.”

“A deal? Nah, pidge. Ain't like that.”

Blue could feel her eyes on him as he reached behind his neck and took off his heart necklace. There were no words between them as he slided off the blue half of the pendant into a different black cord he had on pocket (he couldn't resist chuckling softly when he noticed Miel's small surprised gasp while looking at whatever he was doing so intently). Next he fastened the cord with the pink half back in place before he turned his full body towards her on his seat.

“Stay still, Miel.”

He leaned in closer and clasped the necklace with the blue half of the heart around her neck, tracing the cord and the pendant with his finger. Gee, he could feel warmth radiating from her body. He forced himself to pull back lest the urge to close that distance won.

“There! It's a promise.”

Miel examined the pendant before she looked up at him with a smile. Fuck. Fucking christ, that was so pretty. She was so pretty. Keep it cool, dude.

“A promise, you say. That sounds nice, Oa-..... Blue. I'll hold you to that,” she said as she leaned her head on his shoulder. “Pink looks good on you, by the way.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder by reflex as that trademark smirk on his face only grew bigger.

“And blue looks great on ya!”

You can read this and this if you are interested in some sort of follow-up to this, as well as more lore (?). And if you wonder why he's so weak to her smile, that's a little reference to how they met ∋( :]

[dualitysdownfall]

fic sketch: empress feferi

maybe i'll get into the habit of posting these... basically the writing equivalent of sketches: an incomplete piece, for practice and exploration, that i don't intend to do more with.

here is one from a few months ago that i expanded on a little just now. basically a non-sburb, feferi becoming empress moment. she'd be 9 sweeps or so here (19.5 years)

part of the reason i didn't want to expand on it is that i had a fuller fic idea that basically boils down to empress feferi, but set in an au, and the few things i might want to explore in a standard alternia "empress fef" story are things i would also want to explore in that one. so, rather than write the same story twice in different flavors, i just popped out this little sketch (which is related to my feferi drawing for the bloodlines zine)

read below:

(warning for violence, blood, and death.)

Gasping for breath, you scan her body for a way to stun her. The duration of the fight is getting to both of you now, and she's beginning to stumble, out of both exhaustion and fury. She growls at you, a rough, low sound that sends a reflexive shock through your veins. But you don't freeze in place. You can't afford to.

Finally, you catch it. She steps forward and falters, just a little. This is your moment. You stomp your foot down in front of her, hooking it around her ankle so she can't escape. She hisses at you in rage, which means she isn't attacking yet! She couldn't have given you a better opportunity if you asked her to! You pull your trident back and THRUST.

The sound of gushing blood amidst her ragged, desperate breaths is horrifying and putrid. You can't bring yourself to look until you hear the heavy thud of an adult body falling limp to the floor.

A literal bell tolls. It's so massive you can feel the vibrations through every bone in your body.

From the loudspeakers in the ceiling comes a voice you don't recognize that announces, "Citizens of the Alternian Empire, all hail your new ruler, Empress Feferi Peixes."

The words "Empress Feferi Peixes" ring out throughout the room, throughout the building, throughout the planet, throughout the universe. A universe that is yours to inherit, now. It's yours. Every planet Alternian forces have claimed, every ship, every troll has to answer to you, as of fifteen seconds ago.

You feel like you can't breathe.

You always knew one day you would make it here, and hopefully do exactly what you've just done. It comes with the blood, you see; you were destined for this.

You were destined for it, someday. But you certainly didn't expect it to be today. You aren't prepared. Your reform plans are incomplete, and your friends and your thoughts alike are scattered like fallen leaves in a gale. Whenever you thought about this moment, you expected that you would have more time, that you would have backup when the time came. All you can think, as you stare blankly at the mutilated, lifeless form of your own ancestor, at the golden crown with your sign on it that is now yours to claim, is that you are not ready to bear the weight of the universe on your shoulders.

Yet that weight comes crashing down on you regardless, as your name reverberates throughout this hall and beyond (oh god you haven't even come up with an adult title), and the realization of the gargantuan, galactic scale of your responsiblity is suffocating. Numbers so big your mind can't comprehend them swim through your mind, and behind each one is an entire life, an entire person. Friend groups and communities and cities and continents, and it's your job to take care of them all. Even now, you can hear the voices of the onlookers--your subjects!--trying to speak to you as their new ruler: lowbloods begging you for mercy, highbloods derisively comparing you to your ancestor, children fearfully asking if everything is going to be okay now.

You hope it will be. That's all you can do right now.

Desperately urging yourself not to cry you will NOT have that be your first impression as empress you will NOT--you heave yourself to your feet using your trident to pull yourself up. It's still dripping with fuchsia blood, a color you've rarely ever seen, and now it's everywhere, pooling in the punctures you yourself put into your ancestor's torso and spreading across the polished floor.

Breathing shakily, hands trembling, you gaze out to the sea of faces waiting expectantly for their leader to say something. You open your mouth, then hesitate. God you wish you had someone here to help you. Or at least some prepared lines.

"People of Alternia…" you begin, begging your mind to produce more words any words no not just any words you can't sound like an idiot right now, "for too long our species has been divided, and we were taught to reinforce those divides with hatred and violence. My goal as empress is to unite trollkind as equals and create a world--a universe--that shows generosity to the disadvantaged, that doesn't treat differences in color or appearance with violence and disgust, but with care and kindness. We have a long way to sail before this is achieved, but I believe it is possible. We will not be defined by anger and hate."

When you fall silent once more, the crowd erupts into a mix of grateful cheering and uproarious protests. It's no surprise where the latter sounds like it's coming from. You try to ignore them. They won't change their minds immediately, you've always known that much. It will take time. But you swear, you will make things better no matter how long it takes.

As the noise from the crowd begins to settle, you look to the lone attendant who stood by during your battle, some servant of your ancestor's and you suppose now they serve you. When you make eye contact with them, they jump a little, like they weren't expecting such concentrated attention from you and are decently certain that having it isn't a good thing. It takes a second for them to realize your expression is not a death glare, it's a plea for help. Slowly but steadily they approach you and offer their hand to guide you out of this chamber to somewhere private. You were decently roughed up in the fight yourself, your legs scraped and bleeding through the tears in your leggings. You use your trident as a walking stick, sending a heavy, rhythmic, metallic clunking sound down the hall.

[hournites]

beth gets her new suit, and rick tells her he really likes it (with heart eyes lol), yolanda and courtney notice and tease him about it when they realize his crush. post this past season my headcanon is that rick's crush on beth becomes supremely obvious to everyone but beth hehe

Flirting in Fashion

With the Chapels added to the fold, Beth offered to host some JSA meetings at her house. Barbara, thrilled with not having to deep-vacuum the living room of crumbs after brainstorming sessions or worry about broken vases from indoor incidents, championed the new JSA parental tag-team system. The Montez family were still adjusting to, well, everything, but Yolanda felt confident she wasn't getting shipped off to an out-of-state boarding school like her worst fears, so all-in-all, everything felt like a win.

Rick couldn't deny being accepted with open arms to Beth's family didn't give him whiplash, but the longer he pushed against the invitation to come after school and weekends or staying for dinner, the more he felt like they honestly missed him when he declined. He found Bridget warm and thoughtful and James, practical and supportive. Sooner than later, Rick was looking forward to spending time at the Chapel house. Not just because of Beth, but for her whole family.

Yolanda is at the door when Rick knocks at the front, letting him in before he can ask who else made it. Pat and James are talking about whether or not potato salad is a crime of a dish in the kitchen, and Courtney is draped across the vintage ottoman, texting like a madwoman.

But it's Beth that Rick's eyes instantly draw to, hovering around an odd-standing figure covered with a blanket in the living room.

"What's happening?" he asks Yolanda as he drops his bag by the door, expecting a run-down. There's no emergency or detailed agenda. There's Sylvester's brain that they need to plan for a rescue, but where a hypothetical floating brain could be hiding is still yet to be figured out. Jakeem has noped out of any tunnel exploring until his gorilla night-terrors end and Artemis is also refusing to go down there for understandable reasons and it's still unclear if she's actually on the team.

Bridget has chimed in that having a medical plan for what to do with the brain depends on the condition they find it in, which requires some more thinking in itself. These are mitigation strategies Rick's never thought of, but he supposes this is partly why they're having these types of meetings here at Beth's house. Though what any of these may have to do with a random statue jiving with the retro Chapel décor, he has no idea.

She shrugs at him. "I'm not sure. Beth says we were waiting for you before making some announcement."

"Announcement?"

Yolanda shrugs again, hands up in the air. "I'm just telling you what I know." She glances at Courtney and shakes her head, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Do you mind telling her that leaving Cameron 60 texts without a single one back isn't a good look?"

Rick snorts. "Yeah, I'm not doing that. You know who could, though?"

Yolanda glares at him like she knows exactly who popped into his mind. Rick smirks and she rolls her eyes. "Fine," she grumbles under her breath, making her way to the ottoman. "I'll do it myself."

Beth is so engrossed with the statue thing that she doesn't even notice him behind her. Rick taps the shoulder of her cow-print bomber jacket. "Should I be worried? It looks like Frankenstein is under there."

She shoots him a look over her shoulder, stuffing school bus yellow measuring tape into her pocket. "You mean Frankenstein's monster. Frankenstein is the human that creates him, but no, this isn't of any mad-science concern."

"Then what is it? I've never seen it around."

Beth turns around and crosses her arms. "It's not ready yet."

"Is this part of the so-called announcement you have?"

Beth smiles. "Maybe."

"Alright!" Pat nods at the group assembled around. "The boys have a field trip to the honeycomb museum and Dr. Chapel is stuck in a surgery, apparently, but she gave us the go ahead to get right into business--Courtney put your phone down."

Yolanda sticks her palm out and Courtney begrudgingly drops her iPhone into her hand. Everyone else finds some seats on the couch or the carpeted floor.

Pat gestures to James Chapel, who takes the lead to start the meeting.

"Hello folks, glad to see you all here." He stands beside Beth, who is still fussing with the blanket covering the statue thing. "As some of you may or may not know, Beth's mother and I have been working very hard to provide Beth with an upgraded suit. We've decided to use this opportunity for some feedback before we go ahead with ordering it from one of my clients that specializes in this wear."

"It's just a prototype," Beth adds in, clearly nervous. "So anything can be changed. I get final say, of course, but don't be afraid to be critical."

Courtney sits up a bit straighter. "What's going to happen to your old suit? I liked it!"

Yolanda wrinkles her nose. "Court, the gloves are like five times bigger than her hands."

Rick backs her up. "I liked it too, but I think we can all agree that it doesn't really match Beth's style?"

"Oh, I like Chuck's a lot, don't get me wrong! But since combat mode was only a prototype, it isn't designed to be fully functional for all fighting styles, and that could be a bit of a problem." Beth looks at Courtney. "It's also not the cutest. You turned Sylvester's suit into a crop top. Why can't I?"

Rick leans forward, his eyes wide. "You want your suit to be a crop top?"

Yolanda covered her mouth with her hand to hide another undignified snort.

Beth raises an eyebrow at Rick with an amused smile. "No... I meant, why can't I make my suit my own?"

"Our own," James cuts in, a tad too proud. Bath pats his back. "Okay, dad. Our own."

"Well!" He urged her to pull the cover off what Rick now understands is a mannequin. "Go on!"

Beth bites her lip and bounces on her feet, then pulls the cover off with a flourish. "What do you think?"

Courtney and Yolanda both hop to their feet, hyping it up immediately.

"Woah!" Courtney says. "It looks badass!"

"Beth you're going to rock this, oh my gosh." Yolanda reaches out to touch one of the sleeves.

Cindy, slipping into the room fashionably late, stands at the door with a Starbucks in hand. "Huh," she says, tilting her head at the costume. "Not bad, Chapel."

Rick stays seated as the girls gush and Pat starts analyzing it aloud from his experience. He's not sure what he was expecting but this is far from the suit upgrade he had in mind. For one thing, it is isn't earth-toned and bulky anymore. The burgundy is gone from the jacket, replaced with a sleek yellow breast plate that goes up to the neck. The gloves are no longer suede tan, either, but the same new honey-mustard colour with zippers. The breast plate sits over a tunic, complementing the primary colour with black sleeves and legging type pants that are tucked into boots that end at the mid-calf. A thin stripped black belt criss-crosses over the hips with an emerald Dr. Mid-Nite crescent moon emblem in the middle, matching another jewel-toned brooch right where the suit ends at her neck. The green cape is brighter, silkier, repurposed to flair out around the waist like an outer skirt, hiding more pockets for the fanny pack Beth used to wear. But the most notable difference is the cowl. Or the lack of one. At the top of the mannequin stand sits the goggles around the eyes and an emerald head band with the option of a hood draped against the back.

Beth says, "I'm not sure about the belt. It might be a bit unnecessary, tough to get on and off, and I do really miss the burgundy, but maybe I'll just add that to the boots." She turns to Rick, who still hasn't said a word. All he can think about is how similar the suit looks like his cape, and then he can't help wondering what his cape would look like, trimmed short to match her costume.

He clears his throat when Yolanda nudges his shoulder, stammering out, "You designed this?"

"Why, is it tacky?" Beth and Courtney both look back at him, Beth biting her nail with concern.

"No! No, it looks great."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's really...It suits you. Try it on."

Beth glances between Rick and her friends, a little put on the spot. "Right now?"

"I mean," Rick adds quickly, feeling embarrassed at the sudden attention everyone in the room is giving him, "You won't know how easy it is to get into until you do, right?"

Pat shoots him a thumbs up. "Great thinking, Rick. We won't know for sure of any potential design flaws until we see it in action."

Beth smiles, glancing at her dad to see if that's okay. James says sure, and then they are hauling the mannequin upstairs to Beth's room for her to get changed.

"Okay," Courtney announces to the room, like she's just witnessed the greatest project runway entry ever. "I totally see where Beth was coming from. Her other costume was old. This one is hot!"

"It's not as hot as mine," Cindy quips, taking another sip of her drink.

Yolanda sizes her up, a hand on her hip. "At least Beth's dad actually cares about her to make the suit and not use it as a murder graduation present."

"Hey, now." Pat steps between the two, ending any possibility of a cat fight.

"Beth always looked good," Rick argues. "Don't make it sound like she looked bad before."

"We're not saying that." Yolanda rolls her eyes. "We're just voicing that this one is clearly better."

Cindy is still staring Yolanda down when she says, "This was a bad idea. If you're all fine sitting here watching Hourman drool over Dr. Mid-Nite's couple costume design workshop, that's your prerogative. I have better things to do." She sets her travel cup down on the coffee table to leave. "Miss me or don't, I guess."

Rick's palms begin to prick with sweat. He wipes them against his pants hastily, adamant to clear the air. "What is she even talking about? All I said is that it suited her?"

Courtney laughs.

He frowns. It feels like she's laughing at him for some inside joke he doesn't get. "Court--"

"Okay!" Beth's voice floats from upstairs, quieting them all. "Now remember that the material is flimsy because it's not the real stuff yet!"

"Enough with the excuses, it's going to look good. Get your ass down here!" Yolanda calls up the stairs. James belly-laughs, and Rick cracks an excited smile, leaning forward in anticipation of the reveal.

She emerges at the front of the living room, a gloved hand against the doorway. "Did someone call the doctor?" She steps in, flashing a pose.

Courtney's jaw drops. "Shut up, it's perfect."

Beth twirls around and flexes her arms out, testing the elasticity of the sleeves.

"I have no notes," Yolanda agrees.

The hood is down and she's not wearing her goggles, just sporting the hairband. Her hair stands out, bold and beautiful, and it is as Rick makes the observation that he pin points what makes the suit so great. She's not camouflaged into the background. There's no way she'll be lost behind the white, blues and purples of the Wildcat, Stargirl and Hourman suits. Her shoulders roll back with a confidence as she moves around, and the verve of her hair brings life to Dr. Mid-Nite that the other costume confines, all emphasizing that she's never been a static role. The entire look oozes Beth's personality, and Rick can't stop smiling.

Yolanda snaps a few pictures on her phone so that Bridget and Barbara won't miss out.

"Is it comfortable? Can you sit in it?" Rick asks her, remembering what's important. "I really like it," he adds.

She nods, grinning. "The belt is fine. It needs to be adjusted a bit, but if we're in a pinch, I can ditch it."

"Or I can help!" he offers.

"Thanks." Beth appears genuinely touched. "That's sweet, Rick."

Yolanda and Courtney share another look.

Pat starts bringing up questions about the suit's supposed thermo controls and what other smart tech Beth's dad has planned as added features in the suit. Beth removes the breast plate, demonstrating how it works to protect her vital organs. "Mom thought it would be helpful in light of the Artemis arrow thing, or if I'm bending down helping someone medically so I'm protected from the back."

Rick takes it from her, inspecting it eagerly. "How does it come on and off so quick?"

"It's magnet tech," Beth supplies. Rick hands it back and Beth passes it along to an interested Courtney.

"This is some futuristic gladiator shit," she says, giving it a curious shake.

"Court."

"Gladiator stuff."

"I think it's best to get it off before I accidentally rip something." Beth turns around in front of Rick. "Do you mind unzipping the back?"

Rick tugs on the zipper, it's jerky and requires him to press his hand against the small of her back so to not get the mouth of the zipper stuck in the fabric. "Sorry," he mutters as an unknown feeling rises to his chest. Once the task is done, he steps away and Beth rushes back upstairs. Her dad's phone rings, and he excuses himself out the door to take the call on the porch.

Pat says, "I think this was a real productive session."

The teens nod and he checks the clock. "Court, I'm going to head back home to start cooking dinner. Are you going to come with me or hitch a ride with Rick?"

"I can't. I'm staying here for dinner," Rick pipes up. He's pretty certain that there might be a suit fitting encore when Bridget gets home and he doesn't want to miss that.

Yolanda eyeballs him. "Courtney can walk with me, Pat."

"Alrighty." Pat salutes. "See you at home, Court."

"Cindy is right, you know." Courtney sidles up to Rick, sitting next to him on the couch. "You like her. We're talking suuu-per mega crush."

"You jumped at the chance at helping her get ready," Yolanda teases. "Scoring all the brownie points you can get."

"That's called being nice!"

"There's being nice and then there's the heart eyes motherfucker gif face." Courtney pulls it up on her phone, shaking her screen at him.

He pushes her arm out of his face. "I don't look like that."

But then Yolanda and Courtney are giving him twin Thor Ragnarok meme squinty eyes and he's suddenly seriously concerned.

"I looked like that?!"

Rick groans, falling back against the couch and burying his face with one of the throw pillows. "Whatever."

"There there." Courtney pats his knee. "It's not your fault that deep down you're a lover not a fighter." She cracks up before the ridiculous sentence is even out of her mouth. Rick wants to drive the Mustang into a ditch.

"It could be worse." Yolanda flips a braid over her shoulder. "You could be crushing on Cindy."

"You mean like Jakeem?"

"He's not over that?" Yolanda purses her lips. "Poor kid."

"I don't know..." Courtney says. "You don't think maybe one day when he's older, like, much, much older... She might give him a chance?"

"Not a chance in hell."

"Absolutely not."

"What are we talking about?" Beth asks, stepping into the room in her previous outfit.

Yolanda looks at Court who looks at Rick. He sits up, attempting to look somewhat normal. "Uh. Jakeem's crush on Cindy."

"Why? I thought that was old news."

They all look at Rick.

"Uh..." He stalls. "Just because."

"He finds it relatable," Courtney coughs under her breath, but thankfully Beth doesn't hear.

James walks in then, pocketing his phone and Rick pivots the conversation as smoothly as he can manage, "Mr. Chapel, don't you think Jakeem could use a costume too? All he has is a hoodie. That pen's going to get lost."

Her dad lights up. "Great idea, son. Bridget's getting pizza. Let's talk concepts at dinner, are you girls staying too?"

Yolanda hauls Courtney off the couch just before she says yes, saving Rick from her meddling and general messy.

"Sorry Mr. Chapel, we've got to head home right away."

"We do?" Courtney says as Yolanda drags her by the elbow. "But Pat said--"

"Bye, Rick! Awesome suit, Beth. Thanks Mr. C!"

Beth's dad waves at the girls with a chuckle. "You two get home safe now."

"We will!"

Beth turns to Rick after tossing Cindy's lipgloss stained cup into the trash. "Not so Frankenstein's monster after all, right?"

He blushes when his stomach flips at her pleased smile. "Not at all." And screw him, but Rick immediately thinks Beth would rock the costume for Frankenstein's bride.

[neroushalvaus]

character: Evita

madre de todos los niños, de los tiranizados, de los descamisados, de los trabajadores, de la argentina... she, my current rotisserie chicken... thank you <3

My first impression: I didn't like her. I was prejudiced because it was an alw musical about a woman (#based of me tbh) and I thought she was basically a man's idea of what a powerful or a complicated woman looks like. And I don't think I was incorrect in every way.

My impression now: So idk for a long time I thought she was fine but then I went to see the Jyväskylä production, which, in my opinion, wasn't as good as the Pori production I had already seen, but still, something clicked. I think it was partly because I was in the first row and for the first time I wasn't watching Evita from afar or in a smudgy bootleg. And you know, when thinking of Evita before I had thought "it would be so cool if this was a musical about a woman trying to survive in the world created for men, altering between the two classic, dehumanizing roles men assign for women, being constantly frustrated in her hunger for power"... And then I watched Evita in Jyväskylä and I was like, hey, this could be a musical about that? Evita could be that character I have been wishing for. And then I proceeded to rotate her in my head like a kebab for the next six months.

Favorite thing about that character: Gahh!!! So many things. I think at the moment I would answer I like how in the ending Eva first feels so incredibly angry and frustrated with her body for giving in earlier than she was ready for, and then she can kind of sound like dying young was her own idea and it was all a part of her plan anyway. You know, not admitting defeat even in the end.

Least favorite thing: Bleh. General misogyny nonsense in how she's written. The way the role forces actresses to rip their vocal chords. The sort of "I can excuse authoritanism and populism but I draw the line at being a woman" attitude that's present in some lines.

Favorite line/scene: The first line to pop into my mind right away was "What I'd give for a hundred years / but the physical interferes every day more / Oh, my creator / What is the good of the strongest heart / in a body that's falling apart?". Idk head in my hands.

Favorite interaction that character has with another: The scene with Perón's mistress before Another Suitcase in Another Hall. I love how during Goodnight and Thank You it's easy to be on Evita's side as she uses sexuality to use the men however she wants to advance her career. It can be a delightful subversion of the woman who "sleeps her way up to the top", showing that Evita is perfectly aware of what she's doing and the men are the ones feeling used and fooled in the end. But when she interacts with the mistress, you see how the dynamic usually plays out: Mistress is the one discarded when Perón no longer needs her and Evita seemingly feels no solidarity with her, no "class solidarity", no "sisterhood". And isn't it kind of sexist of me to assume she should feel either of those just because she is a woman? Do I have any reason to demand she'd live to a moral standard I'm not expecting or Perón or any other man in this musical? It is very interesting.

A character that I wish that character would interact with more: Evita interacting with working class women in general is very important to me.

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: This is embarrassing.. I have indicated before that I see similarities between Evita and my blorbo supreme Thomas Barrow. Something about them both being disenfranchised in society in different ways (Evita by being a working class woman, Thomas by being a gay man and a servant) and both trying to advance their rank by being cunning, scheming and charming. Evita is much more succesful in her endeavours, though.

A headcanon about that character: My personal interpretation of Che is that he is and should be a part of Evita, be it her conscience or her mirror or what she would have been if she had chosen a different path. He is not Guevara. And in this essay I will tell you why I would cast a woman to play this role and give the character similar clothes as Evita has in Buenos Aires...

A song that reminds of that character: I haven't thought about this outside of Evita songs... Maybe When the Chips are Down from Hadestown? It fits.

An unpopular opinion about that character: Everyone says they support women's wrongs, but when I, Eva Perón –

Favorite picture: I don't have a favourite! I'll pick this one by Jukka Kontkanen to mourn the fact I didn't see the Seinäjoki Evita. It's stunning.

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send me a character and i'll answer some questions!

[loudlooks]

Day 11 -Visiting a haunted house

A/N: complete cop-out, there was too much time between reading the prompt and sitting down to write, as a result I didn't feel like writing the whole investigation of the possibly haunted house that I had imagined, so when the wizard of oz quote popped into my head I just started writing the end of the visit which I hadn't even thought of. Cliff's notes of what I should've written: they entered an abandoned house that is rumored to be haunted looking for a missing marine, and stumbled across a fully furnished and warmly lit room at the top floor, occupied by what appears to be a ghost

Such a monumental cop-out, I actually feel bad about it

Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of fall

Prompt: Visiting a haunted house

Word count: 317

Tony pulled the front door closed behind him, relishing the sudden warmth of a particularly bright October sun. "Huh." He chewed on his bottom lip. "That was, um,..." Ziva seemed unusually quiet standing next to him, staring into nothingness. "Click your heels, Dorothy."

She met his gaze, and took a deep breath. "Old buildings often have toxic mold."

"And gas leaks," he chimed in. "They can make people hallucinate the wildest things."

Her gaze momentarily drifted. With knit brows, she cautiously asked, "The exact same thing?"

Despite the uneasiness in his gut, he mustered enough bravado to confidently say, "Sure, I think there's a French word for it." His mind still reeling, he blurted out the first French sounding words that came to mind. "Ménage à trois?"

Ziva raised an eyebrow. "Unless you are planning on having a threesome with a ghost, the word you are looking for is folie à deux."

They stood in silence, eyes locked, for what felt like an eternity, trying to grasp what they had witnessed. A car horn broke the spell.

"So, what do we write in our reports?" Ziva looked at him expectantly.

Tony lifted his shoulders, and shook his head minutely. “No sign of the missing marine, possible gas leak.”

She inhaled slowly, and nodded.

As they walked over to their car, Ziva looked back at the house. A warm, yellow light shimmered through one of the top floor windows. She gasped, and stopped walking, unable to look away.

"Ziva?"

His voice was tentative, but managed to draw her attention. She watched his eyes drift to the top floor, then focus back on her, a questioning look on his face. Ziva frowned at his lack of reaction, and looked up again, the window now appearing cold and dark, like the rest of the house.

"You okay?"

She nodded, and pursed her lips. "There is no place like home, right?"

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tagging @hopeless-nostalgiac, @mrsmungus

[zeldaelmo]

The Pen Pal Plan, chapter 5

Link was relatively calm, but she still hated to see him threatened like this. "He's done nothing wrong!" Zelda choked out, finally finding her voice again.

The guard with the black eye, Avon, if her brain didn't let her down, scrutinized them, one-eyed gaze hopping from one to the other. "Well, all I can see is that he's drinking on duty and has been caught in quite a compromising situation with Hyrule's princess after abducting her from her other guards."

Link went pale beside her, hands sinking, but lifting them promptly again when he suddenly had a spear in his face.

"Please!" Zelda hissed and nervously glanced at the other guests of the tavern. They were slowly but surely making a scene. "Link is the last suitor I intended to meet." She pointed at the paper flowers. "Look, here's the Silent Princess we agreed on to identify ourselves. We only drank one glass of wine and he's been the perfect gentleman the whole evening." She blushed but held his gaze. "Everything between us has happened consensually. There — there hasn't been a single moment where I was in danger."

Boots scraped over the floor, the guards stepping back. Avon cleared his throat. "Well then, I apologize for the interruption. We'll take our posts, Your Highness. Just continue as if we weren't here."

Link and Zelda exchanged a look and burst into a fit of laughter, nourished half from relief and half from the ridiculousness of the idea. They were surely not starting to make out with a bunch of guards standing around them!

"Thank you, Sir, but we'd prefer if you accompany us back to the castle," Zelda explained. "It's been a long day for all of us."

Avon bowed. "Whatever you order, Princess."

Zelda nodded and under the gazes of the other tavern occupants, they slipped into their hoods again and went outside. 

The sun had long set and they had to rely on the torches Avon and his men had organized. Words were sparse on their way through Castle Town's alleys – the guards were busy keeping an eye out for a potential threat among the straying festival goers and Link and Zelda walked quietly next to each other, too. 

Zelda didn't know where to put her hands. She fiddled with the brooch of the hood, crumpled the hem of it, and wiped her palms on her pants. Everything had changed since the guards showed up and she couldn't tell anymore what would be appropriate. They had nearly kissed. Would Link still want to do that? Maybe the reaction of his fellow guards had changed his mind, he had nearly been thrown into the dungeons if not for her word…

"Zelda?" A chuckle, next to her. "Are you nervous? Your hands are uneasy. Are you afraid your parents won't approve?"

"What? No, no, they'll accept my decision. And if my father trusts you already, he'll be very pleased."

He smiled, firelight from the torches flickering over his face. "Okay. Maybe you just need someone to calm your nerves." 

Zelda hummed quietly, shoulders dropping when he took her hand in his. Yes. She needed him to calm her. "Thank you," she murmured.

"I guess we need to get used to the situation with the guards, anyway," he whispered back.

"Probably, yes.” She leaned closer, whispering in his ear. "But I'm not going to get my first kiss from you in front of them."

"Nope." He popped the 'p', promptly drawing attention to him. Waiting until the guards had turned back to the road, Link murmured, "Okay, but how are we going to do this? I–I would really like to kiss you tonight."

“Oh, that's no problem at all. They'll leave me to my business as soon as we're in the safety of the castle walls.”

Link frowned. "Really? Your father has two guards with him for every step he takes."

Zelda giggled and tugged him closer with her hand. "That's only because Mama pranked him one time too many."

"No way!" Link stared at her with his mouth open.

"Yes!"

They continued their walk, leaving the hectic mingling of music and people of the festival behind them. The cold air of the winter evening was clear and the frozen landscape between the town and castle humbled them into silence. At the gates, however, the rhythmic clanking of boots halted, and inside, it was as Zelda had predicted. The guards announced their goodbye, leaving them on their own. 

Now, it was Link fiddling with the hem of his sleeve. 

"Would you mind accompanying me to my room?" Zelda asked, giving his hand a squeeze. "We can go the way over the castle grounds so that not everyone stares at you."

"I'd love to."

She guided him the long way around the arcades and alleys. Did he think about what this evening meant for his life, too? It must be ten times more life-changing for him. 

Zelda had wanted a suitor, skies, she had prepared a whole year for finding one, but the reality still felt strange. Not in a bad way, far from it! She already knew she was crushing hard for Link's simple words, his cute smile, and his easy politeness. Maybe it was relief disguised as nervousness.

Without gathering too much attention, they entered her wing from the far-east side and were nearing her door. Her shoes seemed to have turned into iron boots and Link wasn't faring any better next to her. 

"Sorry," he squealed and released her hand that he had squeezed a little too tight. A little frown appeared on his face and he looked around, searching. "Where are the guards?"

"Hm? Oh, they're only here when I'm in my room."

"Your father…"

Zelda grinned, pulling him closer to her door. "My mother hid a mouse under his blanket once."

"She seems like fun to be around."

"Oh, she is. But she won't spare you."

They smiled at each other bashfully, running out of topics for small talk.

"So, um, it was a really nice evening." Zelda shifted her feet nervously, promptly hitting the door. "And I, ah, enjoyed our pen pal ship a lot."

"Yes. Me too. A lot, I enjoyed it a lot, too, I mean."

"I wouldn't mind if we meet in person more often, though. I mean, you still can write if you want, that's not it."

"Zelda?" He breathed, eyes searching hers, fingers flexing at his side. "M-may I kiss you?"

Her words wouldn’t come out, every thought consumed by the tenderness with which his hand came up to her face and pushed the hood she was still wearing down, so she just nodded. 

He stepped closer, both hands cupping her face. He was cold everywhere where he touched her, but she couldn't care less. His lips hovered over hers, breath stroking over chilled skin. Lashes fluttering shut, he still waited, proving himself the gentleman she trusted him to be. 

"Kiss me, please," she muttered against his lips, half fulfilling her plea herself.

His lips were warmer than the rest of him, soft and firm at the same time. She sighed into the kiss, erasing his nervousness. His hands grew more sure and in a whisk of possessiveness, she grabbed his hood and pulled him against her. They stumbled against the door, but Link kept the rhythm steady, opening up to her. She didn’t hesitate to follow. This was all she ever wanted, Link was all she ever wanted. Someone to talk the night away with (and yes, kissing), someone who balanced her overthinking out, someone who teased her. Someone to be Zelda with. 

They broke apart and she rested her forehead against his, both hands holding his face and unwilling to let him go just yet. His eyes mirrored the fond expression her gaze held for him and he smiled. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yes.” She smiled back. “And the day after tomorrow and every day after that.”

“Sounds like a plan. I- I hate to say this, but I’m back on duty tomorrow… and your day has been long, too. So…”

“It’s okay, Link. I’m tired, too.” She cupped his cheek for a last time and leaned in for another kiss. “See you tomorrow.”

She resisted the urge to look after him as he descended the stairs with light feet and went through her door with a dreamy smile defining her face. What a day. First the creepy weirdo, then the incident with the carousel, and oh! She had completely forgotten about the boring poet. Giggling, she slipped out of her shoes. Serves him right! To communicate solely in verses, how odd and off-putting. 

“Good evening, little bird.”

Zelda shrieked, whirling around, her hands shooting to her chest. “Mama! Goddess, you gave me a heart attack.” Catching her breath, she went over to the armchair where her mother had curled up and was reading a book in front of the fireplace. 

“Oh, I apologize, I thought you’ll notice the lanterns but I guess you were too absorbed in your thoughts.” She yawned and put the book aside. “I was too curious about how your plan would play out. I assume that you’re so late is a good sign? And the thud on the door?”

Zelda shrugged out of her hood and put it away, drawing closer to the fireplace. She was still cold, especially her feet. “Yes. I’m happy to give you a detailed report tomorrow since literally everything went wrong, but I still managed to make my decision.”

Her mother laughed. “You managed to make your decision? Come on, give me a little more. Is it the last one who wrote the adorable letters?”

Zelda nodded. “Yes, his name is Link and he— wait. Do you hear that?”

Someone played a tune on a flute or something similar… no! An ocarina!

Not a second later, Zelda was on her balcony, shivering in her blouse.

Link stood at the foot of her wing, a small ocarina raised to his lips and playing a familiar song. The pale moon illuminated him, making his blond hair shine like pure silver. 

Wait, was that… yes! He played her lullaby. Tears shimmering in her eyes, she waved her hand in greeting. The last note rang through the air and he smiled, pressing a kiss to his fingers and lifting them to her. Then, he disappeared into the night.

Zelda lingered, sighing contently, but her mother pulled her back in and gave her a cardigan. “Oh, how cute! He’s a guard, right? I recognize him. That explains why he didn’t disclose his profession.”

“Hmhm.” Zelda wasn’t able to do much more than hum, her emotions leaving her still in trance. 

Her mother chuckled and pulled her into a tight hug, roaming her hands over Zelda’s frame. “Guess we have a wedding to organize, huh?”

Zelda nodded into her chest, the pleasant warmth and the scent of her mother’s safe arms forcing her eyelids to waver. “Not today, okay? Give us a little time.”

“All the time in the world, my little bird,” her mother said and pressed a kiss onto her hair. “All the time in the world.”

[catcrescent]

The New TMNT Mutant Mayham Got Me Thinking About Why I Like the Turtles

So, I finished watching the latest movie Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem and it got me thinking about what it is that I like about the franchise. Although, not necessarily because I liked the movie. In fact, I found it kind of difficult to watch at points and I was having trouble understanding why at first. It had really good animation and really good voice actors, and I really liked the third act where a bunch of New Yorkers worked together to help the turtles take down the massive monster.

But I found myself not really enjoying it as a standalone movie and I really didn't find a lot that I liked as a TMNT fan. Consider this post as my way of trying to understand this.

The first way I'd like to think about this movie is as something on its own, regardless of the franchise it represents. After all, TMNT has had a lot of different interpretations with different flavors, so, what did this one have to offer? As I mentioned, really good animation and voice acting...but also a LOT of pop culture references and gross out humor. This franchise is not new to this kind of thing, but I was noticing that a lot of scenes would spend about 1-2 minutes every 5 minutes on drawing out a joke that seemed to reiterate "teenagers are cringy and gross". Perhaps the arguement could be made that, the film is labeled as a comedy, so it is excusable, but I don't quite agree with that. Comedy that is well-written is not simply a long string of goofiness; it's a punchline. A punch is something that needs to be planned and well-timed, and rapid punches can only be done effectively with focus and endurance, otherwise, it turns into a less effective equivalent of flailing your hand trying to slap someone, in which it is more annoying than impactful. There's not a lot of moments or jokes that stand out because a lot of them blurred together for me.

The heart of the message is important for any story. Each iteration of the Turtles seems to tie into the idea of trying to deal with how impressionable teenagers are, including Mutant Mayhem. With this recent film, the turtles are obsessed with earning a name for themsleves because they feel outcasted. It was interesting of a concept because this kind of thing was actually explored in the 1990 turtles movie, where the Shredder was recruiting teenagers throughout New York who felt misunderstood and convincing them that the only way they could live freely was to take from others. One of the human characters was a teenager who was following Shredder at first, but he changed his mind after Splinter and the turtles convinced him that there was no honor or true happiness in that path. The turtles were the role models in that situation, though the 2011 TMNT cartoon was an instance where the turtles had to learn hard lessons that helped them grow. Technically, Mutant Mayhem addresses this by saying the turtles needed to be confident in themselves and trust others, since trusting April and choosing to help her when her bike got stolen was what ultimately led her to doing a news report to convince New York to help them. The message is there, but it just felt muddled. In the first episode of the 2011 TMNT show, they saw April get kidnapped and failed to save her, Splinter makes a comment that the turtles will have to wait until next year to go outside again (though, I personally believe Splinter was just pretending to be dismissive of April's fate so as to spur the turtles) and Donnie responds "You didn't see into her eyes. The way she looked at me. Helpless. She needed my...our help." It's a small moment in a short episode, but it's a clear moment of empathy, even with very slight but subtle humor woven in, but not enough that distracts from the seriousness of the situation. Mutant Mayhem had chances to do this, like when Mikey thought Mando Gecko was buried under rubble but it turned out to just be his severed tail. It was a funny reveal, but I think it would have been more effective if there had even been a few seconds to show Mikey's panic and maybe even scratching at the rubble to allow for a moment of seriousness, that would have actually made the punchline hit more effectively.

In terms of the message, of having the turtles and other mutants feel like outcasts, I do feel like this particular story has been told a lot in movies nowadays (though I don't want to blame the movie for that, it's simply the current trend) but I do think there are movies where this kind of story has been told better. As far as films I look to as a personal golden standard, I think of the Iron Giant, who had to prove himself a hero by choosing not to be a weapon, but there are more recent films I think tackled this well, such as the Bad Guys, which had anthropormorphic animals trying to redefine their cultural stereotyping and personal beliefs about themselves as bad guys by choosing to do good. Technically, Mutant Mayhem does this same story, but I think it lacked a moment of respect for its message. And I don't think it's fair to comedy and storytelling to say "It's a comedy, it doesn't need to take itself seriously" because, for example, Bad Guys is technically a comedy too yet still manages to stirke a balance of comedy and character conflicts that showed you can have fun in the bad times, but mistakes do still have consequences. Mutant Mayhem had small moments like this, but it lacked a confidence in itself.

I think lack of confidence in itself was what I felt most with this movie. That was the main theme between the turtles and April, and technicallly that did get resolved as they worked together with the New York populace, though it all felt like a side story to Splinter's arc about not trusting humans. In a way, the turtles never quite got their big stand-out moment in their own movie. I guess that was the point of this movie, where the turtles aren't supposed to be important, since trying to attain that is what got them in trouble. It all technically works narratively, but I still had a hard time feeling satisfied.

Admittedly, perhaps some of this comes from my history with TMNT. One of my favorite Turtles media is the 1990 movie with a close second being the 2011 Nick cartoon, though I didn't get around to all of the other propteries, I still tried to stay informed. By the end of Mutant Mayhem, I was thinking about these other versions and trying to remember what I enjoyed about them so much and I really do enjoy those past versions. But I wanted to be cautious about not liking Mutant Mayhem just for interpreting things differently, since doing something different doesn't make it bad, but I think it still needs to be done well in order for the changes to work.

When dealing with so many iterations, it may not be fair to compare Mutant Mayhem to those before it, but I do wonder at what kind of identity that it offered of its own. As mentioned, these turtles lacked confidence in themselves and leaned very heavily on their jokes, to the point that I had trouble telling them apart personality wise. Even the old 80's cartoon was very careful in making the turtles distinct in how they reacted to situations despite their identical designs (like you could always rely on Raph making a snappy comment). Even with the other mutants, I liked that they were given the opprotunity to befriend the turtles, but they all blended together character-wise as well, since their motivations were all the same with only minor differences in how they behaved. For the turtles, things like Leo's over-responsibility and crush on April or Ralph's glee for violence felt more like sidenotes, and I'll try to explain why. Throughout Mutant Mayhem for instance, Ralph's anger was a running joke, saying he had anger issues...but I never got the sense he was angry. He was actually quite happy all the time and never took anything seriously, he just so happened to really like punching things and Splinter even lost his temper more than Ralph. A lot of the movie was like this, in telling things but not really showing it. And I think showing the personality traits rather than telling has been done well in the past. This is where I think it would be best to make comparisons: In other iterations, like the 1990 film, Ralph's anger is more apparent because we got to see how it resulted in him losing more than one fight he tried to do alone and almost dying, how he had to learn to manage his anger to help his brothers. In the TMNT 2011 cartoon, Ralph had a mean-streak, which caused problems with Mikey not feeling secure, but they would eventually work it through, and it was clear that Ralph's anger just stemmed from his immense passion for things, which sometimes led him to befriending pets or being the most empathetic of others in certain situations.

There were a variety of changes to the turtle's with their personality and backstory. As mentioned, change isn't bad but it should be done with a clear vision and executed well, especially when dealing with such a long-running franchise. I wasn't sure what to think of Leo's crush on April, in part because it didn't really have an impact on the story (as the turtles would have likely retrieved her stolen bike regardless--and if the only reason they helped April was because of Leo's crush then I think it reflects poorly on the turtles. One might argue Donnie had a crush on April before they went to save her in the 2011 TMNT cartoon but I think it was clear that Donnie's crush in the first episode was treated more as a fun joke and he expressed wanting to save her because they were the only ones who could help her and had a responsibility to). The other thing with Leo's crush in Mutant Mayhem was that it felt like it didn't add to the experience, not really being treated as a joke or committed to being explored like with TMNT's Donnie, and it didn't feel like Leo and April were given moments to even get chemistry. There were a lot of little decisions like this that made it feel added on rather than woven in. Other changes involving the backstory had a bigger impact on my experience and it relates to the fight scenes.

A lot of these past versions delivered when it came to the fight scenes, even the the live action 1990 movie. Part of the appreciation for it I felt like had to do with the fact that the turtles, no matter how young and fun-loving, do still have a level of seriousness for their craft. Mutant Mayhem had fights, but they kind of went by fast. There was some cool editing but not really a lot of moments that stood out. They largely felt like street fights, something chaotic and just scrambling to hit something. The only time I can really play back a fight in my head was also the one time it felt like a ninja was fighting, when Splinter was saving the turtles, but even that felt a little off, I think because of this Splinter's backstory. I might be biased in saying this, but I found myself missing the backstory of Splinter being either a pet of Hamato Yoshi or even the man himself, as it gave more creedance to the turtle's ninjustu. Even the Rise of the TMNT, which was before this movie and considered one of the more comedic of the recent iterations, still had Splinter originate as an honorable master of martial arts who got turned into a rat and raised the turtles to protect them. It was comedically portrayed but still faithful. It was to my surprise that the 1990 live action film was actually very faithful to the original comic adaption, in which Splinter was a pet rat who was close to Hamato and had a grudge against Shredder. Either backstory works I think because it has a level of believability. The only time I had heard of the turtles being trained by self-defense books was from the Micheal Bay 2011 movie. It is a goofy explanation, and it could work, but I'm not sure if Mutant Mayhem managed to make it work, as I feel it didn't quite work in the 2011 film either. It's not to say that Splinter has to be a martial arts master, but I feel like him and turtles learning ninjitsu from a legitimate source then gives more respect to ninjitsu. There's no sense of history and it makes it feel like, if Splinter found a book on boxing, then they could have just as likely become the Teenage Mutant Boxer Turtles and calling themselves ninja was just a means to an end.

I suppose all this to say, Mutant Mayhem was not a bad movie, but it is not one I would recommend, as I feel there are other films and even other Turtles media that can provide more refined versions of what this movie wanted to offer. I appreciate anyone who read to the end of this and allowing me to share my thoughts. Have an excellent day.