#i use this as a little version of a scrapbook anyway so why not

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

ofmd s2e1 rewatch where i pause to jot down my thoughts and other random shit

not quite a reaction post bc i've already watched the whole thing. not quite a liveblog bc it's one post and it's probably gonna take me a full hour to get through a 28 minute episode at the rate of pausing and typing i'll be doing

s2e1, s2e2, s2e3, s2e4, s2e5, s2e6, s2e7, s2e8

anyway, pirate time:

i love how much fun con is having choking on his own blood

dream!stede's extremely teary face right before he takes off running down the beach is doing psychic damage to me

also dream!stede's stupid ridiculous outfit with all the long ribbons and shit...

ed and stede make contact so hard shjfkhsgjkfd the loud OUGH sounds from both of them

also the return of ed's old beard! i didnt expect to see her at all this season, so that was a surprise.

"babe" "love" im tearing out my own hair

stede has yet to learn that ripping ass near your beloved can be a love language

stede is a terrible fucking roommate just deal with wee john's gas in silence like the rest of them. goddamn.

WHO HAS THE OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH TRAMP STAMP. WHO IS THAT.

i like when the background OST is familiar to me lol the little strings when stede starts his letter throwing me back to s1

olu: that–that's the swede the swede: Im the swede roach: he's single ;) me: *pissing my pants with laughter*

also the direct confirmation that the swede literally doesn't have a name. incredible

shjkfhdhfkj the crew encouraging him. stede's "it's okay" and roach "be brave" im CRYINGGGGG

stede doing customer service is something that can be so personal. "reservation?" "eat my fuckin' shit" "right! walk-ins, then" average restaurant experience

the random background guy saying "my favorite hand!" abt getting stabbed in the hand is making me giggle. i love the humor on this show

why does stede have so much shoulder movement going on when he's walking through the bar. whore behavior.

"this is for mom!" sorry but i want to know more abt whatever's going on there

also the purple mohawk. dope.

buttons is so distressed LET HIM RETURN TO THE SEA THESE CONDITIONS ARE INHUMANE

"i know the odds of you finding this are slim but so were the odds of us finding each other in the first place" IM RIPPING OFF MY OWN SKIN

also stede's lil sad hopeful smile after throwing the bottle... i care him

i love how they make this wedding fucking suck so we don't feel too bad abt the whole massacre thing. "the natural condition of humanity is base and vile. it is the obligation of people of standing, such as yourselves, to elevate the common human rabble through the sacred transaction of matrimony" if i was at a wedding and the officiant said that i'd also start killing people probably

yayy murder montage :)

FANG BREAKING THAT GUY'S SPINE OVER HIS KNEE

the whole cake scene is so fucking funny im sorry. i love u jim drawing the line at attacking a shitty wedding. i love u archie who wasn't here for the good old days so you dont really see a problem with how things are. i love u frenchie with ur box in ur brain that u never open again. i love u fang it's gonna get better i swear. i love u frenchie again bc u just took the cake right out of fang's hands while he was fucking sobbing hfjhgkjhdkjkf

I MISS IVAN JUSTICE FOR IVAN. wish they could've said he'd just fucked off somewhere instead of dying but i think that would've raised the question of why hasn't anyone else fucked off since they all seem so miserable

very relieved that stede isn't taking the racist/antisemitic caricature drawings of ed to make like a boyfriend scrapbook like some people were theorizing. would've been overkill if after episode 4 from last season stede still didn't realize that ed hated these sorts of depictions of him.

INTERESTING DETAIL THO the background music in this scene is "a pirate's life" aka the song frenchie sang in the pilot. it's an instrumental version obviously but yeah i recognize that tune

also more cool background ppl with dyed hair man i love this show

zheng yi sao flirting with olu is so good. he deserves it.

how nice of ed to offer his drugs to the crew. sharing is caring.

also it's so funny to me that the thing izzy is tormented by is ed saying "you can't do the job, someone else will" the toe thing's happened three times and apparently that was fine but the thing the show edits together right before izzy breaks down into the most pathetic aheemheem whimpers isn't any of that it's ed threatening to fire him

also they cut ed throwing knives at izzy!! what the hell.

releasing the clip of izzy crying kinda ruined it for me when it came time to watch it in the show bc i watched it several times since it dropped and now seeing it in context i was like "ok i've seen this already fast forward." i mean i didnt fast forward through it but i did kinda zone out bc i've seen this bit already. this post kinda sums up my thoughts on it

"trifling ingrate plan" dshkjfshgdskhfjkhgkjh

"SEMI-CLEAN WATER"

JACKIE CALLING THE SWEDE "BOO CAKES"

"i know that guy we had breakfast together!" "you'll be having a lot of breakfasts-es together" "oh, okay" i fucking love this whole dynamic like i can tell they're writing the swede out of most of the episodes for budget reasons (sorry nat faxon) but by god do they give him such an excellent fucking send-off. can't wait to see him again when he's in his trophy husband number 20 era

roach is upset abt not being able to cook, buttons is tied up so he doesn't go running back to the sea (i assume). stede you are not giving your crew the environment they need to thrive.

olu being an optimist :)

buttons opens his mouth to drink the rain and in the background u can see roach yanking the rope around buttons back fhdjskgfjhgkjfh STEDE YOUR SEA WITCH CANNOT THRIVE IN THESE CONDITIONS

stede tries to make things sound good in his bottle letters to ed but out loud he says his actual insecurities... it's so fucking tasty tho that he thinks ed could be doing better without him and THAT'S why he's been stalling so much. not afraid for his life even a little bit he just assumes he's not wanted. brb i have to cry now

"im sorry if that's a little bit creepy" "you are creepy" in this scene where they're soaked from the rain. ofmd said this prince ricky guys is creepy and wet.

stede's fucking FACE when prince ricky says "you're my hero" his fucking "clearly you dont own an air fryer" face I CANT STAND HIMMMMMM (affectionate)

prince ricky "these rubes" "men of our standing" yeah i cant fucking stand this guy (derogatory) i love how he's barely even in this episode

stede's face when the swede is talking abt how happy he is with jackie... my man believes in love so much im gonna cry

also in what fucking way does the swede owe them a life debt. roach and buttons literally tried to eat him

izzy's "you know me better than anyone knows me and i daresay the same about you" this is literally so false i dont even know where to begin. izzy in e6 being like "if i didnt know any better i'd think maybe ed might possibly maybe be actually enjoying bonnet's company" while ed and stede are giggling and making each other friendship bracelets. this guy doesn't know ed at all.

also i cant get over how izzy wont make eye contact he's like staring blankly into the middle distance delivering these lines so flatly until he goes to say "i have... love for you" and in that moment he looks like he'd rather ed were feeding him more toes.

"im worried about you, we all are" not gonna lie my dude you've had a weird way of showing it thus far. where was all that worry when you told him he was better off dead than wearing a robe and singing songs?? where was that fucking love then?

and NOW izzy wants to talk it through. izzy literally voted to make blackbeard great again and now he wants to give open communication a chance???

lmao there's a limit to how many characters can be in a bulleted list so here's fucking. part two. on the same post:

ed asking everyone if the vibe is poisonous and fang cant stop crying and ed's face is just like "eh good enough" im fdhksgfkjtdkh

anyway ed with a loaded gun under his chin talking to himself is hurting me so fucking much actually. ed my beloved babygirl for whom i would die. this poor traumatized man. yes he is making this workplace toxic as hell but god. GOD. im gonna throw up.

the way ed is so fucking casual about shooting izzy in the leg. just calm and jovial as he promotes frenchie to first mate. stepping over izzy all crumpled on the floor. everything about this is so fucking good. i mean it's horrible for ed and everyone around him but for me watching the show this shit is DELICIOUS. i love when the pirates get violent and unhinged i love when this shit gets fucked up. ed's mental state is so bad right now and it is causing me severe anguish but also it is so tasty. fuck.

anyway frenchie trying to turn down the promotion fhjkghdfjkhf

the cut to the swede performing the husbandly duties is INSANE. COMPLETE TONAL WHIPLASH. I LOVE THIS SHOW.

"fuck those hammies up!" spanish jackie i love you

black pete why are you so fucking loud AND WHY WOULD YOU JIX IT LIKE THAT???

why is prince ricky so small. he's like a full head shorter than stede. also this guy is insufferable i love how stede just fucking abandons him fhjkgdhkdfghkj

"the calf muscle is the most mysterious of alllll the muscles" what the FUCK does that even mean. oh swede i will miss you

NOSE REMOVAL FUCK YES. I LOVE THIS SHOW.

obsessed with the swede playing dumb. the dramatic gasp. "wow, so bad!" fhjsghdkjf

"aint you that soup bitch?" "im the money bitch" i love women.

sfdsjkh spanish jackie being into double-crossing. and slapping the swede's ass on the way out. i love this show

i love how zheng says "this much indigo is worth three times what i paid" while spanish jackie and the husbands are still like, right there. and they just don't hear that bit. incredible.

OUGH the back of jim's weird rope armor looks like a ribcage that's so cool

i love how jim is so fucking bad at telling this story. i love how the monkey's paw comes into it. i love fang asking them to do the voice. i love archie trying to hold back her laughter i love jim and fang giggling together I LOVE THIS SHOW

ed's fucking voice breaking through his whole convo with frenchie. im tearing out my own teeth

HEY DID YOU GUYS KNOW THEY HAVE POST-CREDITS SCENES IN THIS SEASON?????????? WHAT THE HELL

i take back what i said about jim being bad at telling this story their version is so much fucking better. squeaky voice "I pray to you, Dark Lord, to make me real flesh! I want to be real flesh!" IM FUCKING OBSESSED. JIM I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

[8bitsupervillain]

Higurashi When They Cry Hou Ch. 6 Tsumihoroboshi pt. 28

I don’t know why the console versions suddenly started offering more bad endings with this chapter in particular but there they are. Nothing quite as elaborate as the bad ending from Meakashi, but there they are.

Rereading these screens to make these posts is making me slightly more irritated with Rika’s characterization in Minagoroshi if I’m being honest. Not her characterization, I guess, more the explanations the seventh chapter offers and claims she acted in the past. It just seems very odd that in Minagoroshi it acts like all the previous timelines and events Rika experienced are the same events over and over with little to no deviation in any of them. Yet here you have Rika saying point blank that if she tried harder she could have altered her fate. Plus it plays into my theory that Rika had been forced to relive just June 1983 repeatedly instead of multiple months or even years across the century. A lot of the interaction in this chapter just doesn’t gel very well with the exposition given in chapter seven.

Hope this fight goes better than her attempted killing of Shion.

Meanwhile Keiichi returns to Satoko who informs Keiichi that she’s deduced where the bomb is. Rena stuck a ball in a storm drain on the roof and dumped a heap of gasoline there and that’s where she rigged up the detonator. Keiichi frees Satoko and makes his way to the roof.

Guess people need to quit relying on Rika to win tests physical contests against those who are older than her. Rena runs afoul of a trap Satoko had set prior to the hostage situation I guess, and forgets about her and Rika and chases after Keiichi who’s on his way up to the roof.

Satoko and Rika go back to the classroom and begin freeing their classmates. Mion tells them to leave her, for some reason, but Satoko basically says nuts to that, and proves she’s the master of unlocking by picking the lock keeping Mion in place. The hostages now free, Ootaka from the prefectual police plans to send in his squad and take Rena down.

I hate this fucking ending.

Anyway Keiichi makes it to the detonator, chucks that bad boy off the roof and now the situation is over.

Keiichi and Rena then have a fight that just keeps going and going until eventually the two get too tired to continue fighting. During this fight Ootaka tries to have a police sniper deal with Rena, but Mion interferes and makes him belay that order because, and I swear I’m not making this up. “If you shoot and kill Rena, Keiichi will kill you.”

I’m not going to lie to you, I don’t remember a lot of the details of the conversation during the fight because eventually I kind of just zoned out as it autoplayed. Scrolling back through it before the credits hit there’s a lot of “because we’re friends, friendship makes us believe in each other,” and other Kingdom Hearts bullshit. Also I just remembered, during the fight Rena quits believing in the information she got from the Takano scrapbooks. Not that it particularly matters, but I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that particular change of heart.

It’s kind of funny to me how they claim Mion had light injuries when the VN itself described it as being a pretty horrific beating she received. Maybe that’s just all to do with it being an official police report?

And so, somehow despite everything we read about dealing with Rena and her leap into insanity, the prosecution claims she is mentally competent to stand trial. Admittedly I don’t know how the court system of Japan works, but you’d think they’d have Keiichi, and Ooishi at least testify over how batty Rena was as a result of the scrapbooks.

Regardless of that, all’s well that ends well right? Rena didn’t explode her class, she got away with a double homicide, unless she confesses to that during her trial. And to top it all off Rika appears to have beaten her destiny, and made it through the day alive! What a fortuitous turn of events for all involved I’d say. Everyone survived, Rena probably won’t have to worry about relapsing into her psychosis due to the lovely drugs she’ll no doubt get in the institution, and no one we care about died. Hell even the post-game TIP we still have to go through doesn’t overwrite this generally positive ending, generally speaking anyway. But that can really just come down to personal interpretation I feel. Anyway, I feel you could take this as an unambiguously good ending, and just ignore the remaining two chapters if you really wanted. Sure there’s mysteries that remain unsolved, but that’s just life isn’t it?

[the-larxist-manifesto]

GameGirl28 ~ Wario Land 3

When deciding the first set of games to play for this challenge, I just HAD to make Wario Land my first heavy-hitter game. As a lifelong fan of the Mario extended universe, platformers, and quirky games in general, this series always spoke to me. The problem is... most of the games are stuck on the GameBoy!!!! So actually, I haven't played very many of them at all! Thankfully, I've outlined this challenge so that I hit all three of the GB games (after which I plan, outside of this challenge, to play Wario Land 4 and Shake it).

Why am I playing the 3rd one first? Erm.... anyway, moving on...

Wario is such a fucking creature, dude. I love how much they lean into that angle for him in this game. The entire tone of Wario Land 3 basically reads "shakily drawn feral comic book characters get into Looney Tunes shenanigans together." I'll be saying this a lot throughout the challenge, but for a GameBoy game, I was so charmed by this game's art style and presentation. Pictures are favored in the exchange rate with words, so let me just showcase a scrapbook of my faves

Like in Mario 3, this sun will swoop down and attack you. But since Wario is invincible in this game, your ass just gets set running on fire

Wario can destroy the natural landscapes around him in a multitude of violent and absurd ways

Don't fuck with Wario or he WILL turn you into one of those worm on a strings....

~A competent platformer~

Aside from just being pretty, I think the developers objectively made very efficient use of the small screen real estate. The objects, enemies, and Wario himself are blown up quite large to make room for detail and style, while also increasing the legibility for platforming and squashing enemies. I've played games on a WIDE SCREEN HD TV and had more trouble seeing ahead of me. In Wario Land 3, I almost never struggled to see jumps or areas of interest ahead of me.

This game is, after all, all about exploring. On this particular adventure, Wario is transported to a whimsical island contained inside a magic music box. His aim is to escape, but not without nabbing every goblet and gold doubloon he can. Search every nook of this unfamiliar land, find every giant key to open the treasure chests, and help restore the power of the music box deity in order to go back home with your pockets lined $$$$

The gameplay loop consists of essentially three phases:

One: Metroid-vania style level progression. You enter the first level sorta unable to do much at first. It's kinda funny playing as this worthless fat old man just wandering around the forest, until you just HAPPEN upon one of these giant chests which hold little powerups for Wario. As he powers up, he resembles the tough-and-tumble brawler we know Wario to be, and can start busting through blocks and climbing up cliffs that he could not when you first visited the level. When blocked off areas become accessible, the levels evolve into wide-open platforming sandboxes. It makes the adventure feel vast, despite the size of the console!

Two: Boss battles. Like most platformers, you will encounter bad guys way huger and eviler than the other ones, and you will have to defeat them set to special battle music. All bosses, save for the final boss, follow the rules of Three Hits and Hit the Glowing Part of their Body. Each one is a unique creature with some fun arena gimmick, making them a nice change of pace after all the jumping and smash attacking.

This soccer rabbit was a particularly memorable fight. Whoever can kick a ball-ified version of the other into the net three times wins

Three: Mini games. Well, actually, there's just one mini game. Golf! For a 2D golf game, I found it fun to master power adjustment and spin to conquer the various courses. There's even a secret course you unlock by collecting the special music coins! I LOVE me a classic unlockable, especially unnecessary ones thrown in as a fun extra goodie

... Para-Goom? Is that, like, a relative of the Goomba? I was not ready to be introduced to a Darwin-esque Mario universe evolutionary tree

~Reading the enclosed instruction booklet~

OKAY TIME FOR A BRIEF SIDE TANGENT!! Given how strange and arbitrary as some of the "puzzles" were in Alone in the dark, I ended up using a GameFAQs guide at certain points. As with most old video games, console limitations and lack of in-game tutorials make it tricky to blindly play GameBoy games. Sometimes, it makes them a matter of pure trial and error. I don't find that particularly fun, personally... so when it came to some obscure bits of Wario Land (what levels to visit next after triggering an event, how certain transformations worked, etc.), I felt a sense of annoyance growing in me. What were the devs THINKING? Surely they didn't make a game THIS OBSCURE and expect children to be able to beat it??

In that moment, I tapped into my very empathetic mind and remembered... game devs may not have invented tutorials yet, but they DID include manuals with every single game! That's right! Those little booklets used to be good for something. Really quite important, actually!!

With that, I researched to find an online PDF scan of the game's original manual. That way, without the need of external guides, I could understand the full context of the game! And I am not exaggerating when I say that this guide HELPED. A LOT. It's not like the game was impossible to play without it... but it was, quite simply, a worse game. I learned how to quickly replay event cutscenes, instantly check the next level to explore, the full capabilities of every transformation, and more! Stuff that was programmed into the game but that I simply didn't know existed. Neither me nor the devs would have wanted me to continue without knowing all this!!

As you've seen from some of my previous screenshots, the manual has lots of little lore tidbits and cool official art scattered throughout. It's like a little love letter to the game, stitched together by the developers to go, "Lookie! Look at this cool thing we made! Have fun!!! :D"

With this discovery, I have decided that I will be locating and reading the official instruction booklet for every single game in this challenge from now on. Not only is it helpful, but it's fun! Manuals have always been one of my favorite parts of video game collecting, so it totally enhances this challenge and gives me even more to look forward to as I go!!

~Conclusion~

My only criticisms of this game stem from my own bias against Metroidvania-type games. I don't consider it super fun to wander around the giant ass levels over and over, struggling to find one random block you couldn't break before. But I will admit, it's an economical way to maximize the gameplay in a modest number of levels and maintain a fairly high play time! That is, without abusing artificial difficulty or unfair level design... (looking at YOU, Dr. Wily's revenge....)

Aside from that: the levels look so good, the music is so catchy, and the powering up is so addictive, I can easily forgive a little repetition in exchange for the feeling of absolutely BASHING ENEMIES SKULLS IN and KNOCKING THEIR BONES TOGETHER LIKE PINBALLS with how absolutely beefed up Wario becomes later on

It's a classic for a reason. I am definitely turned on to the Wario Land series now, and I can't wait to see how they all build off each other as a franchise! Shame Wario only seems to star in minigame collections now... which only serve to kill our chances at a new Rhythm heaven game..... >:{

((jk I luh waryo where <3))

Check out this lil medley of the game's soundtrack, made by our very own SiIvaGunner team! :D

Phew, that was a long one...

[noctilionoidea]

sacrifice of a big sister

okay so I had this little project sketched out in my fleur de lis Tuscan journal I use for scrapbooking and experimental stuff. The draft is horrendous, I moved around a lot of panels and flipped it too. It is not perfect, but it’s for fun so you know what? Whatever. I like this (right now)

one of my favourite things about mythology is interpretation. You have to separate it from the source, otherwise you get moments like when the entire internet claimed Persephone walked right into the underworld. BUT! Coming up with fictional retelling sun my head has allowed me to better understand the source material and draw a line between the religion, the stories of it and how it affects people. These are all hugely important and you can’t just deny a part of that. For some people, it’s like loving a fairytale and seeing what happens. For others, it’s something to study. For another, it could be their geniune faith. And all of that is so beautiful!

anyways, Ariadne is my favourite hero. She overcame her own personal suffering into a better life (unless you like the version where she kills herself but genuinely why) which really ties into her connection as the wife of Dionysos. And she’s Cretan, so she’s inherently connected to a mysterious and beautiful culture. But also. She and the Minotaur are both beings who have suffered because of Minos and Poseidon. It’s kind of the same source for it too. So it’s really cool to imagine that the suffering daughter who is the only person capable of navigating the labyrinth, and the damned beast within who is simply of a horrible nature due to the actions of others, have some connection. As an older sister to a verbally abusive younger sister (props to my therapist for helping me realise that) who still loves and values her connection, it’s easy to project onto them a situation that metaphorically becomes akin. I know my sister has issues, I do too. I know it’s easier for her to verbally harass and scream and gaslight because of the way her brain works than respond like how is probably better. She has this horrible, unavoidable part of her, but she’s a really cool person who still means the world to me. I can’t cut her out for more than just us living under the same house. I wish I could escape it, but I’m not a person who can just cut out someone. There’s a distance now, but I realize that that has impacted the way my brain chooses to retell this. Ariadne here has to give up her dancing path and hurt others for the sake of a brother who has this horrible aspect to him that he didn’t ask for either, and he’s still a sweet child, but cannot be avoided. This is the meaning of this piece.

anyways the sacrifice here has a story too! She’s just known as little Athenian girl and she was sent as a sacrifice in a prior years to the heroism of Theseus. She wanted to escape her stifling life as an Athenian woman who would be married off to someone she had no choice in and was much older than her. But then she’s selected as a sacrifice, and she’s scared and wants to escape that too. Ariadne looked sympathetic when she and the others were brought forth, and seeing her (the acting priestess of the labyrinth and princess) in there becomes a sense of hope. Only for Ariadne to murder her with a labrys to feed to the Minotaur.

[ragazza-paradiso]

not to be cheesy but since it’s past midnight here, it’s officially my 5 year anniversary of getting out of the psychiatric ward. i am not 100% better but i’ve come so far since then. back then i honestly didn’t think i would even be alive in a few years, let alone holding down a full time management job and making plans for my future. i don’t even take any antipsychotics or antidepressants anymore. i know there is always a chance of relapsing and i don’t want to get too ahead of myself but i’m very proud of myself for working hard to get better and actually getting better because of it. the summer of 2017 was the worst time of my whole life but if i can get through that and come out the other side, then i really truly can get through anything else that comes my way. i just need to take it day by day.

[stitcheswashere13]

I love all your imagines!! Especially the brahms ones. I hope requests are still open, if not just ignore this. Brahms, Bubba, peepaw, jason, and Billy loomis, with a S/O that has plushies on the bed that they never take off (like a sleeping charmander plush they use as a pillow or llama they leave at the edge of the bed)

“AWW- Thank you For the request! And I'm glad you love my Imagines! Sorry for getting to this a bit late lol. 

Anyway onto the stories!

Slashers X a Y/n with Plushies!

Warnings! Absolute teeth rooting fluff, Not proof read!

Brahms!:   

 Head cannon: He Finds It adorable, Gets a bit jealous of the Plushies here and there. 

Imagine 1: Brahms noticed how you sometimes cuddle them to sleep or lay on them for more comfort ever since you thought he was a doll. “Y/n... Why do you sleep with Plushies” Brahms came into your room and asked one day “Oh! I find them nice to lay on they are really soft, come here I’ll show you” You say as you pat beside you, and when he did, thus began every night Brahms coming in to lay with you and the plushies. He loves to say goodnight to the plushies, right after his goodnight kiss and You two saying goodnight and I Love you

Imagine 2:  This is Brahms so at first he got jealous only of the Plushie you cuddle. Especially when he was in the walls, he was really jealous. He wished it was him but when you two warmed up to each other he doesn’t seem to mind too much. Brahms also now seems to love the plushie .You will lay facing the middle with Brahms doing the same with the plushie in the middle, Both of yall cuddling it.  It has become one of his favorite ways to cuddle. 

Bubba!:

Head cannon:  I am calling it now, Bubba has either a dirty plushie bunny or pig. He Loves it and Finds it so cute. 

Imagine 1:  He finds out pretty quick and as soon as he knows he is no longer ashamed of what his father says about his little plushie. “ Wait... You sleep with plushies too?... *Bubba Happy noises* and then He will run and grab his little old bunny/pig and you and him will lay in a mountain of soft plushies, cuddling each other, while having his bunny/big on his chest and just pull you into a tight hug. Good luck getting out of his hug too.

Imagine 2: He Is not one to be jealous of you cuddling with a Plushie, He does. You two will put on an old movie, grab your favorite plushie/plushies and will just snuggle with each other while watching the movie. (bye, because I just imagined that as an animation and it was the cutest thing ever) Bubba thinks you look so cute, and he cherishes this moment. The one thing he hates about this, is when his father starts to bully him about it but the minute he says something about you is the day you hear Bubba talk back with anger, which his father does come in here and there. 

Micheal Myers!  

(I think you mean Og Micheal because that man is a hardcore the male version of the chocolate grandma lady from spongebob vs. Rz! Micheal who is way younger but just in case i did both!)

Rz! Micheal Head Cannon: He Finds it cute, doesn’t really pay any mind to it. 

Imagine: He Comes in your room to find you curled up on top of some plushies sleeping, which made him just smile under his mask. He then turns on a camera, takes a picture and puts it in his pocket to add it to his scrapbook. He finds it really cute, he wouldn’t join though unless you really want him to. He is an odd type of person when it comes to how he sleeps. He loves to cuddle and wont judge up if you throw in a plushie or two.

Og! Micheal Head cannon: Confused but finds it cute.

imagine: “y/n...oh- this is... cute.” is what  Micheal says as he walked in on you curled up in a ball with your plushies all around you. “Oh! Micheal! Care to join, It's really comfy?” you ask while patting next to you. “....Ok” You hear Micheal quietly say. As he walked over and layed next to you and watched the movie while slightly holding on to you. 

Jason!:

Head cannon!: He Is in awe. He loves it. Please let him join.

Imagine 1: He is so happy when you asked if he wanted to lay with you and the Plushies, He does his little happy waddle all the way over to you and you to just snuggle up by each other laying on some plushies. Which is one of his favorite ways to spend time with you. Pamela Finds it cute aswell

Imagine 2: If you are more of a cuddler, He also would not mind, You two will kinda just spoon each other lay out will go like this : Jason- You- Plushie, If Pamela walks in on you too expect her to take a picture.

Billy Loomis!:

Head cannon: He doesn’t mind, teases you a bit, finds it so cute. 

Imagine 1:  He came in to find you watching a horror movie in bed, laying on Plushies slightly dosing off. “Hey. Y/n, ya comfortable? and uh-... can I join? You laugh at Billy’s little teasing, as you sign him to come over. He then comes over and snuggles up next to you. He smiles as the movie plays on to see you dosed off, snuggling up next to him and cuddling with the plushies. He plants a kiss on your forehead once he realized you are dead asleep.

Imagine 2: You wen’t away on a trip and left a couple of plushies behind, When you came back you saw Billy laying and cuddling the plushies dead asleep, You then change for bed throw a few more plushies on the bed and snuggle up to him.

End Note! Hello! Requests are open! Thank you again for the request you made! Sorry for this being short and for posting this late! Check out my pinned post for info.! Byyee! Have a lovely day!

[everythingisawayoflife]

Random West Wing Headcanons

Donna hates the word moist. One time, she brought it up around Charlie and he spent the entire week finding every situation to use it.

Just to annoy the staff, Jed leaves taunting post-it notes…in latin. He wrote one to Sam that loosely translated to a “your mom” joke. Sam didn’t even know he was capable of those.

It’s no secret Josh Lyman doesn’t know how to take care of himself so one day he comes into work sick. No one says anything cause they know he’s just gonna ignore whatever they say. He’s waiting for the president for a morning meeting and he falls asleep lying on the couch. Jed walks in not even ten minutes later and instead of waking Josh up and sending him home, he gets Charlie to get a blanket and just lets him sleep the entire day away. Jed takes his international meetings in the Roosevelt Room and his staff ones in the Oval Office, everyone is just forced to be extra quiet by him. Donna eventually takes him home and watches him for a little after the day is over. (that was kind of self-indulgent lol)

Donna used to have a very bad habit of writing on her hand. Sometimes the ink of a pen or a sharpie would come off on whatever papers she was handing Josh.

Sam complains his office is crooked. It’s not, but he does it anyway.

CJ keeps chapsticks in her office. Not for her but for anyone who needs them. You can walk in and she’ll have a bucket of mint Blistex as if they were Dum-Dum lollipops

Josh has accidentally called Jed and Leo ‘dad’ on separate occasions.

Donna keeps a miniature version of the “I WANT TO BELIEVE” poster on her desk. It’s in a picture frame.

On a late night at the office, Josh and Donna were working in silence until Donna asked Josh what his biggest regret was. Without hesitation, he said “Sending you to Gaza.” She didn’t say a word, just reached out and held his hand. She didn’t let it go until they called it a night.

Leo secretly enjoys soap operas. His favorite is Young and the Restless. He exposed himself when Margaret and Carol were talking about it and mentioned a wrong plot point and he couldn’t help but correcting them. When he has free time on Tuesdays, he and Margaret discuss the newest episodes.

Zoey is a really bad gift giver.

Charlie is really good at painting nails. One night, Ginger was going through a really bad breakup and he offered to paint her nails. He keeps a few bottles in his desk and is a really good manicurist.

I wrote this when I planned Josh and Donna’s wedding, but Abbey is Josh and Donna’s number one shipper. At one point in the second year of Jed ‘s first term, she tried a number of schemes to get them together.

Josh’s favorite song is Build Me Up Buttercup. Nobody knows why.

Margaret is really into astrology and when she gives Leo his morning notes, she attaches a copy of his horoscope.

The Santos family basically consider The Lymans (that is to say, Josh, Donna, and their kids) as real family. They celebrate holidays together and their kids play together, even after Matt’s fulfilled his full eight years. They live in the same neighborhood.

Donna actually harbored a secret crush on Josh when she first met him. Over time, she thought it went away. Clearly, that’s not the case.

Sam and Ainsley secretly dated for about two years and was able to keep it under the radar the entire time. No one found out until a month after they broke up.

Toby has a really nice singing voice. Almost no one knows about it except CJ

As the President’s Chief of Staff and the First Lady’s Chief of Staff, Josh and Donna like to play small and harmless pranks on each other on a slow day

there was indeed a betting pool on when josh and donna would get in a relationship (this is really starting to sound like a josh and donna headcanon post and i might be doing that next). abbey, of course, won.

Josh’s kids love to sit on his lap while he works and they are often found asleep at his desk (him included). Donna has countless photos she put in a scrapbook. There’s a whole chapter dedicated to it.

matt is actually a really good at baking. he makes a most excellent key lime pie.

jed and abbey are honorable grandparents to literally any kids that the staff has. like josh & donna’s kids, toby and andy’s, and etc have pictures on the bartlet fridge

kate loves lauren bacall movies

will and kate dated for four years and then on election night when santos ran for a second term, he proposed to her…she said yes

bartlet teaches the kids random presidential facts and words in latin just to confuse their parents

kristin chenoweth exists in tww universe and everyone loves to tell annabeth she looks and sounds like her but annabeth doesn’t believe them yet she goes along with it anyway

[soulmate-game]

Finally another oneshot, after forever and a day. I’m weak for soulmate AUs. I think most of you know that already.

SO WHY NOT ANOTHER?! WOO!

This one is based on a prompt given to me a hella long time ago, idk who sent it to me. Tell me who you are so I can credit you! I wrote down the prompt for me to remember, it’s something like; “You can write letters to your soulmate, and they travel through time either to a moment your soulmate needs the letter most or to a random point in time to them.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Dear Myself.

I’m doing this for school. We have to write letters to our future self. I am nine years old right now, the year is 2009. I hope you found a cool job! I don’t know what to do yet. I like drawing though! Science is icky, so I hope you’re not a scientist. But if you are, and if it makes us happy, then I guess it’s okay. Be the best scientist you can! If you are all moved out, did you ever get a pet hamster? Hamsters are so cute!

Oh, but most important. Yesterday, I was bullied by my Arch Enemy. You know who. Yeah. Anyway, she said some mean things and it just reminded me that sometimes life hurts, and people can hurt you real bad. But life is still pretty. A family of robins made a nest on my terrace outside my room, and I saw them after I was done crying. They are so cute, and made me happy again. So, always look for your family of robins to keep you happy, I guess. Life isn’t bad, even if some things and people are. I hope you remember that. Keep believing in yourself, and in others!

Marinette Dupain-Cheng (from the past).

Do not open this letter before 2020! Pretty please!

Shaking hands held the letter. It was written two years ago, but he only could have gotten it now. It just appeared on his desk out of nowhere. At first, he thought it was some sick joke. He had just moved to Gotham again, and none of his—

None of them knew he was back. But he recognized this handwriting. He had gotten exactly one letter from them before, written by an older version of this woman and received by him when he was ten. Not long after being taken in by Bruce Wayne. The letter back then had been short, precise. Comforting.

Hello there.

I am writing this in the year 2018. You see, I found out quite a while ago that my soulmate bond is unique. It sends letters to you that I write, from all across time. I can get your letters, too, so don’t hesitate to write to me if you need to vent. My letters might not always reach you in time to feel like a normal response, but I’ll keep writing if you do. I know your life isn’t easy, if the letters I’ve already gotten mean anything. But keep fighting. I know what it’s like to be the underdog. But I’m rooting for you.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, New Adult.

Jason’s hands crumpled the two pieces of paper in them, the older of the two already close to crumbling away. They had buried him with it, resurrected him with it. It had seen hell and back just like him, but he still kept it. Even with blurring ink and ripped edges and blood stains. The writing and names matched, even if his newer letter was written in the clumsy scrawl of a child. The nuances in the handwriting were still the same.

She would still be writing to him. This new letter he got was clearly the first, before she knew about her soulmate or how her letters would disappear after she wrote them just like his did. But 2009? It just sank into him, that she was younger than he was. By seven years.

But her words still kept him afloat better than any lecture from that asshole Bruce.

He couldn’t see her yet. Not any time soon, really. He was already eighteen, dead and resurrected, and she was barely eleven. He could wait.

She didn’t need somebody as screwed and dark as him right now, anyway. A murderer, a budding crime boss. If she needed someone killed for her, or someone to save her, he’d be there. Otherwise?

Jason took out the receipt from his last visit to a gas station for cigarettes, grabbed a sharpie from his desk, and began to write.

Yo, Mari.

I’m writing this in 2011. I got your first letter. Thanks. It reminded me of some good times. I’m sorry I didn’t write anything for five years. Stuff happened. I won’t write often. Not until I’m in a better place. But if you need it, you can vent to me too. Also, don’t look at the back of this receipt. This was the only paper I could find.

Jason T., Your Soulmate.

—*—*—*—*—*

Marinette, nine years old, stared down at the receipt that had taken the place of her letter to herself. She recognized that it was written in English, but she couldn’t read it yet. But that was okay, her Papan and Maman could read English!

She ran down, holding it in her hands tightly. She didn’t want the mystery letter to disappear! She handed it to her parents, who were in the middle of making croissants and stared at her for a moment. And then they broke into a flurry of movement.

“Why do you have a receipt for cigarettes, Marinette?!” Sabine yelled, confused more than angry. How would her daughter get a receipt written in English? And after giving her parents a confused head tilt, Marinette explained.

“It just appeared, like, poof!” She moved her hands to illustrate her point. “I was writing my letter to my future self for school, which is gone now oh no! Mlle. is going to be so mad!”

“Mari, focus,” Tom prodded gently, laying a hand on her shoulder. “You were writing your letter, and then what?”

Marinette took a deep breath. “Well, I finished it and put it in a little envelope. But as soon as I put it down and was all done, it shimmered red and faded away! This showed up in the same place my letter had been, like they were traded!”

Tom and Sabine shared a glance, and her mom held out her hand. “Can I read it, Marinette? I promise I won’t take it away. Your father and I just want to see what it says. We’ll read it to you.”

Marinette nodded eagerly, and after making sure their dough was put away the family of bakers moved to their living room and the little girl sat on her father’s lap as her mother held the note for them to see and read it aloud.

The parents shared another glance.

“Wow!” Marinette exclaimed happily, bouncing in place. “He sounds so cool! He is my soulmate? Really? I wonder what he looks like!” Her eyes took on a dreamy quality as she began to daydream. “I bet he’s super handsome! And nice and strong and—“

“Mari,” Tom said gently, tugging one pigtail playfully to get his daughter’s attention. She turned her large blue eyes to him, rapt with attentiveness. “I know this is exciting, but you know that not all soulmates are romantic, right?”

Marinette instantly calmed down, eyebrows pinching together. “But— but Nino said that soulmates are people you will marry in the future. Your perfect person. Like you and Maman,” she argued, incredibly confused. Her Maman chuckled, handing Marinette her receipt-letter back.

“Yes, but sometimes a person doesn’t need romance the most. Sometimes, what a person needs most is a friend or another family member. So sometimes, a soulmate is a big sister or brother instead, or another Maman or Papan. And we think that your soulmate might be the big brother kind,” she explained patiently. Marinette’s confusion instantly changed to excitement again, eyes sparkling with starry amazement.

“Really? How can you tell?”

“Well,” Tom took over, tapping the receipt with one finger. This receipt is from America. Over there, you have to be eighteen to buy cigarettes. Which means that, two years from now, your soulmate is already eighteen.”

“Or he better be, anyway,” Sabine growled, eyes narrowed dangerously.

“But even if he isn’t,” Tom nervously glanced over at his wife and back to his daughter. “The way he writes is too grown up for someone close to your age. He is probably several years older than you—“

“At least seven, if he knows what’s good for him,” Sabine interrupted again. Tom just chuckled and shook his head.

“But still. Are you okay with him not being a romantic soulmate, Nettie?”

Marinette jumped off of her dad’s lap, hugging her note to her chest with one of the biggest smiles either of her parents had ever seen on her face.

“Are you kidding? I’ve always wanted a big brother! I bet he’s so cool, and rides a motorcycle and beats up bad guys! And when we meet, we’ll go out for ice cream and he’ll ruffle my hair, and let me ride on his shoulders, and it’ll be so awesome!”

Sabine finally lost her threatening aura, laughing along with her daughter. “Well, I don’t know about the whole beating up bad guys thing. But it sounds like he might need some cheering up, so you should write him letters pretty often. You never know when he might need one the most.”

Marinette nodded seriously, eyes shining with determination now. “That’s right! I have to be the best soulmate-sister ever! I’ll start writing him another letter right now!” She instantly turned to run back up to her room, but her dad’s voice followed her:

“Marinette! You haven’t eaten dinner yet!”

—*—*—*—*—*

The next day, Jason came back to his base to see another letter. It was on special scrapbook paper, a pretty white with a heart-and-stars border. He found himself snorting despite himself, shaking his head and picking up the girly letter.

Hello, Jason!

I just got your letter! It’s still 2009, and my parents were worried about the cigarats. I wanted to learn English first, but Maman and Papan reminded me that you have to be able to read French if you were able to read my past letters (I wonder what I wrote you! My future self must be real smart). Maman says you better be 18, or else she’ll kick your butt. She didn’t say that exactly, but I could tell.

Jason snickered at that. She must have a pretty fun family.

Maman and Papan also said that you’re probably a Big Brother soulmate. That’s super cool! I’ve always wanted an older brother, but it’s just me. I get lonely sometimes. And Maman thinks I have a big imagination, so help me prove her wrong! I bet her that you’re suuuuuuper cool, and have a motorcycle and beat up criminals! She doesn’t think my soulmate would be a hero, but I think you are. I don’t even know you yet, but I just feel it. And even if you don’t beat up bad guys, that’s fine. You’ll still protect me like a big brother should, right? And we’ll go and eat ice cream and talk about the stuff we like when we finally meet. And I’ll protect you too. I know little sisters aren’t supposed to, but I will totally protect you anyway. If you’re sad, I’ll make you macaroons and read you a bedtime story. That always makes me happy.

Please write back soon!

Marinette Dupain-Cheng (from the past still!)

Jason couldn’t help it, and maybe the Lazarus magic had a bit of sway on him still, but he laughed raucously. A deep, belly-shaking bellow. His soulmate sure was a character! And scarily intuitive. How did she guess such accurate things about him? It was hilarious.

But he wouldn’t write back today. Not yet. He held no illusions; he wasn’t brother material. Not now, and probably not for a while if ever. Which reminded him, he had a replacement to kill.

—*—*—*—*—*

The Replacement lived, but at least Batman had gotten the message. Meanwhile, letters from Little Mari, as he had started calling her in his head, had started piling up. He read every single one, but didn’t respond to any. It was all the usual stuff. Talking about her day, asking stuff about him, spouting advice that seemed way too insightful for a nine-year-old.

He kept every single one. Soon, 2009 letters turned into 2010 letters. She switched from writing almost every day to once a week.

By then, Jason had reconciled with Bruce for the most part. After a few attempts on his life, but that wasn’t important. It was then, as he sat down in the living room watching Tim, Dick, Bruce, and the newest hellion Damian, all talking with and teasing one another that he finally got the urge to write again. So he asked for paper, and Alfred brought him a notepad and a plain ballpoint pen. And, for the first time in over a year, he started writing.

Dick and Bruce noticed first, stopping their banter to stare. Dick smiled softly, his shoulders relaxing as he let himself slump over the sofa’s arm a bit. Tim furrowed his eyebrows, and Damian frowned.

“What are you doing, Todd?” The young hellion asked, but Jason barely heard him.

“Nonya business, squirt,” he replied absently. Bruce chuckled fondly, beckoning to his two youngest sons. They both came a bit closer, and Bruce smiled at them conspiratorially. He leaned forward and whispered:

“Jason’s soulbond allows any letters that he writes to travel through time to his Bonded, and vice versa. Back before… everything, he used to write a letter to her almost every day.”

“It’s really sweet. We lined up the dates, and we think that she’s around your age Damian,” Dick added in equally softly. “Probably a familial bond. It’s good that he’s writing to her again.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Marinette was twelve the next time she got a letter from Jason. But, unlike the last one, this one came from the past. And it was written in French.

Hi, Marinette!

I guess I’m your soulmate. I got your letter from 2018. It’s 2005 when I’m writing this. I’m twelve years old right now, but that shouldn’t matter. It was a little surprising when I got a letter written in French out of nowhere! Luckily, I speak a lot of languages. I love learning languages, and reading is probably my favorite thing to do. Don’t tell anyone though! I have my bad-boy image to keep up. I think our soulbond is really cool actually, and maybe we can teach each other stuff if we do this right. I know the whole time-traveling-letters thing makes it hard to reply to each other like normal. From now on, I’ll write you these letters in English and translate them in French on the back. That way, you can read it whenever you want and also learn English if you don’t already know it when you get this letter.

Oh, and I think I’m older than you? In real time, I mean. If you’re a “new adult” in 2018, then you’re probably a few years younger than me. I was born in 1993. You can do the math, since I don’t know when you were born. Anyway! I’ll keep writing you as often as I can and hope that you get these letters when you need them most.

Jason T., Excited Tween.

Marinette laughed, running down to show her mom. She was only writing Jason once a month now, but in the midst of this first letter she had received in three years, her determination was relit. It was just the letters being dumb when they flew through time! No way he was done writing to her. Right?

“Maman! Maman, he really was eighteen when he wrote that first letter! You don’t have to kill him!”

—*—*—*—*—*

Marinette stared at the pile of letters on her desk, sighing. She ran a hand through her hair. She hadn’t been able to bring herself to read them yet, but she knew they were each dated from 2005. Apparently they had both decided to write daily when they had first discovered their Bond.

“Marinette,” the familiar voice of Tikki spoke you, the little Kwami floating over to land on her holder’s shoulder. “You should read them. Your bond wouldn’t give you letters you don’t need.”

Marinette took a deep breath, rubbing her already sore and red eyes. “I know. But what if—“

Tikki grabbed the letter at the bottom of the pile, flying over and handing it to the pigtailed girl. She smiled gently. “Read it. No what-ifs. Just read for now, Marinette.”

The newest Ladybug sighed, but acquiesced. She sat down at her desk, and began to read. Only two months as Ladybug, and already the pressure was becoming too much.

Two hours later, she had caught up and her mood was considerably better. Jason’s life was definitely no cake walk, but his humor bled through the more concerning details and helped bring light to Marinette’s day. Slowly, one by one, she folded the letters and put them in her special locked box inside her “diary”. She tried to keep a real diary once, but quickly stopped when she realized that even “dear diary” counted as a letter and sent itself to Jason.

She pulled out one of her special pieces of stationary paper and her favorite pink gel pen. For a while she stared at the paper, out of practice after a few months of not writing to him, but eventually she was able to begin again.

Hey Jason.

It’s 2013. I’m 13. I’m pretty sure you got the point by now, it’s not hard to figure out what year I was born. I haven’t responded to any of your letters in a while, but I guess that doesn’t matter. It’s not like I know if you’re gonna get this right away anyway.

So. Uh. Things have changed. I’m only thirteen, but I feel so old you know? On the bright side, your letters really did help me learn English. I mean, you probably guessed that since I’m writing this whole thing in English.

I guess I should explain. A little. A lot has happened. I suddenly have so many responsibilities, and it’s really hard to keep up with it all. So much has changed in just a few months, I feel like I’m going crazy. I’m keeping secrets from Maman and Papan now, which hurts the most. I can’t tell them, I can’t even tell you, but I’m not used to this. I don’t like lying. I don’t even know why any of this happened in the first place, I want answers and I’m getting radio silence. It sucks. But your letters from 2005 really helped, so thanks. I just got them this past year, which is really weird because I remember that our letters time travel and I feel crazy again. But this is real. Our Bond is real, and maybe writing you will help me remember that. Help me focus a bit.

Anyway, that’s all I can think of right now. I’ll try to write you again sometime this week if I have time. We’ll see.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Unsure Teenager.

—*—*—*—*—*

As soon as Jason finished his letter, pretending he couldn’t feel Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian all spying on him from their own spots around the living room, the papers he wrote on shimmered red and vanished. In their place, a piece of tea-colored scrapbook paper with a decorative robin-and-egg border (he would never know how she could be so obliviously on point with the designs she chose), popped into existence. He blinked, snatching it up and looking it over. His eyes widened.

“It’s only from next year,” he said aloud, for the benefit of the nosy assholes sharing the room with him. “That’s the closest any of our letters have been to one another,” and then Jason’s eyes promptly went serious as she actually read what the paper said.

“Jay?” Dick asked after the man had been silent too long. Jason grunted, his eyes briefly shimmering green before he shook it away. He took a few deep breaths, and finally responded by standing up and handing the paper over to them.

“Something happens next year that fucks with her. All of the letters I’ve gotten from her, besides that first one back when I was still Robin, were from before this. 2009 to 2010. I even got a few from last year, not that long ago. She’s always upbeat and happy and never said anything about any concerning things besides some schoolyard bullying. This isn’t at all like her. The tone is off.”

“Well, it’s not like you’ve actually met her yet Jason,” Tim tried to console him, rereading the paper to make sure he didn’t miss anything. “This could be something mundane. A new school, or an issue with friends or something.”

Jason grit his teeth. “It isn’t. I don’t know how I know, but my gut is telling me it’s more than that. B, I want us to keep an eye on Paris. Something big happens next year, I know it.”

Bruce sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Funnily enough, I agree with you. Alfred, can you get up a monitoring system? we’ll keep it automatic until next year actually hits, and then I want someone personally checking up on Paris news at least once a month. Just in case.”

—*—*—*—*—*

It was a year into HawkMoth. Marinette hadn’t written a single letter to Jason, but she kept getting the ones he wrote in 2005. When those ran out, she only had two from 2006 before they suddenly leapt to 2012. She guessed that that was because of the five year gap he had mentioned in his first letter, the infamous cigarette receipt.

She sat in her chair, reading the only two 2012 letters so far, the second of which had conveniently landed on her desk that morning. The first had arrived months ago, but she gave it a reread anyway.

yo, Mari.

I’m sorry I haven't written anything else after that horrible receipt, I was getting my life sorted out. things are better now. I have three annoying brothers, by the way. I told you about Dick, I think, in my early letters. Now I have two younger brothers too, Tim and Damian. Damian is a little shit, but oddly enough I think you’d like him. Oh yeah, I’m writing this in 2012 by the way. And yes, this small notepad paper was all I had. Don’t judge me. I guess I’ll answer some questions, to make up for my lack of letters lately. More up to date than what I told you back when I was a naive little kid anyway.

Yes, I have a motorcycle. It is my baby, and I have no idea how nine-year-old you was able to guess stuff about me so accurately. I am most definitely a bad boy, and I have five different leather jackets that I love to death. I’m trying to quit smoking. It’s bad for your lungs kid, don’t follow my example there. Also, I am so fucking proud of your taste in music. I know I had no sway in it, but the fact that Jagged Stone is your favorite musician instills so much older brother pride in me you don’t even know. My dad (You remember how I said I’m adopted, right? yeah that asshole. Don’t tell him I actually love him, but he’s still an asshole), he grew up with Jagged actually. He still refers to him as Jared, it’s surreal. I will definitely let you ride on my shoulders, even if you’re an adult when we meet. I give no shits. And ice cream is mandatory. Officially. I’m making it mandatory right now.

I hope you’re doing okay when this gets to you, Mari. And keep designing, the sketches you sent me were awesome! That’s some real talent. Don’t let it go to waste if it’s something you love.

Alright, the Doofuses are still staring at me so I better go before one of them snoops and sees the sappy stuff I wrote about them. You are sworn to secrecy about it too, Cupcake. No blabbing.

Jason Todd, Finally Kinda Okay.

Marinette chuckled at that, then put it aside to read the new one from that morning. It was shorter.

Marinette!

I just read your letter from 2013, holy shit let this reach you not long after that. You remember that 2012 letter where I was sappy about my family and shit? I hope you got that one first or else this is gonna be confusing. Anyway, this was written that same day. Are You Okay? If shit gets too bad, for whatever reason, you can always contact me. I know this damn letter thing won’t let me give you a specific way to contact me, not for lack of trying damn it, but I’ll say this: Bruce Wayne isn’t hard to get a hold of. Find a way to contact him if you need my help, and I will be close behind. He knows how to contact me. No matter what, Cupcake. I don’t care if you think you’re being stupid or dramatic or whatever lies run through your head. Contact him if you need it, and I will come to help you. I promise. Being thirteen sucks, trust me I know, so let me help you.

Jason Todd, Worried As Hell.

Marinette huffed, shaking her head. She wanted to take him up on that offer, but she couldn’t. She had just met the Guardian not too long ago, and he had made it clear that she couldn’t tell anybody about being Ladybug. Not even Jason. She needed to deal with this alone.

Scenes of bloated bodies filled her mind, all the people who had died just the previous day because of Siren. She had had to swim through so many corpses. So many dead, of all ages.

She rushed out onto her balcony, taking in deep breaths of fresh air and letting the sun’s rays warm her up and slowly bring her out of the haze of burning memory. She was fourteen already. She could handle this. Her childhood had died the moment she had been given the Earrings, ripped away from her too early. Her old self had died. Now she was Ladybug, she was Marinette Dupain-Cheng and she was responsible for the fate of even more than just Paris. She couldn’t let herself fall. Not now, not ever.

The loud roaring of a motorcycle made her jump, and she ran to her railing just in time to see a gorgeous black and red bike come to a tire-screeching halt on the street right under her. The biker, she could tell he was large and covered head to toe in corded muscle even from her spot high above his head, slowly took off his helmet. Black hair with stark white bangs came into view, and startlingly deep blue eyes met hers. Marinette’s breath hitched; it was him. She could tell, his mere eye contact made her feel safe and warm and like… like home had found her. He gave her a roguish grin.

“Come on, Cupcake! I believe I promised you a shoulder ride and ice cream. And you gotta keep me from beating a certain old man into a bloody pulp!”

He knew. Marinette smiled widely, a laugh tearing itself from her throat. Hysteric, overjoyed, free. He knew, and it was okay. She didn’t even have to tell him. She took a few steps back, and then vaulted straight over her railing.

“Catch!”

Jason threw his helmet to the side, running forward just in time for her to land safely in his arms. He glared down at her, but his eyes held no heat. “That was incredibly reckless. I shouldn't be proud, but I am. Don’t do that ever again.”

Marinette giggled. “No promises.”

Jason set her down, picking up his helmet before opening the storage on his bike and tossing her a smaller, pink one. “Sorry it took so long. I wanted to come last year, as soon as I figured out what had made you send that concerning letter, but I was told that I would be an instant Akuma. But after what happened yesterday…” Jason shook his head solemnly. “I knew you’d need a break. Come on, Gotham actually has some amazing ice cream.”

“How are we gonna get to Gotham right away? how did you..?”

Marinette paused, Jason keeping his motorcycle’s storage open just long enough for her to see his Red Hood helmet.

“We got portals for that,” he responded nonchalantly, nobody was nearby to overhear anyway. Marinette looked up when he closed the storage compartment, putting her helmet on.

“Well. Then I’m glad you actually took my rant on the Gotham vigilantes to heart and used my designs, because your old mask was disgustingly ugly.”

Jason rolled his eyes, and waited until she was behind him on the bike before revving it and replying;

“Trust me, I know your feelings on it. Demon Spawn and Replacement teamed up to steal that letter and made copies. Now one is pinned to the fridge and I spent another several hours cleaning up the ones they posted over every inch of my apartment walls.”

“... I approve.”

[ectonurites]

for the character headcanons ask, tim or steph

i ended up doing both LMAO

so for Tim:


A (realistic headcanon): i will stand by this being realistic but TIM CONTINUING TO SKATEBOARD! like okay yes in canon he only used redboard like twice, and once he had his car back he didn’t really rely on it, but he put the time into learning how to and really enjoyed it! i think it would be fun to see him do it more and like i think steph could also skate with him (altho honestly she has more roller skate energy to me but they could still hang out at a skatepark together) i also have this idea for a fic im at some point going to write of Damian finding redboard and Tim being like ‘oh i can show u how to use that-‘ and him being like ‘NO i will do it on my own’ but eventually it becomes a whole bonding thing for them

B (hilarious): other people joke about this a lot but Tim skateboarding around Wayne Enterprises will NEVER cease to amuse me. just the general chaos of a seventeen year old in a power position like that. I think like Lucius and Tam would keep record of stupid shit he does (skateboarding in the office, Interesting fashion choices, the mountain of mugs and takeout containers that build on his desk, his use of glitter gel pens on official documents, threats to pull a seto kaiba and make WE’s primary goals be trading card related, etc) and make a lil scrapbook to give him on his 21st birthday or something when he’s like Slightly More of an adult

C (heart-crushing): Young Justice being Tim’s first friends he can feel real around that he doesn’t think are going to just be temporary. like... i’ve done a lot of rambling about Tim and again we know he’s a kid who grew up going from boarding school to boarding school, he could make friends easily enough but they were very... fleeting. they weren’t meant to last and he went into it knowing that. even though at the start of the group he couldn’t tell them everything, I feel like Young Justice were just the people he eventually was able to be himself the most around, since he didn’t need to hide being Robin. (again him needing to hide being Tim for a while definitely created some distance, but it was very different than hiding the whole hero life from people he knew at home and at school) and then ya know the core four group moving onto the titans together further solidifying this sense of ‘we are a group who can get through stuff together’... until it all falls the fuck apart after Kon dies. and Tim & Cassie have their weird bad coping things. and Bart dies. i think for Tim it would just be so crushing to have the first group he was able to consider being more permanent fall apart like that (not to mention his dad and steph dying around the same time on top of it- being two of the other types of relationships [familial and a romantic partner] that had more permanence to him) and even when people come back and bonds heal, that sense of stability would just forever be shattered, he lost them once and knows that it could happen again and that fear would always be there in the back of his mind

D (canon is a coward and won’t): that he is bisexual LMAO

aaand now Steph

A (realistic headcanon): alright this is kinda canon related but okay. we have seen MULTIPLE alternate versions of Steph with really short hair (future state, that time she imagined herself as nightwing, earth-3) so i really feel like by current-ish canon she’s already thinking about chopping her hair off, like it’s one of those ideas that just every now and then she’ll see someone with super short hair and be like oh... i want that... but never really go through with it (like she’s had some kinda short looks preboot but i think the shortest was like a bob. im talking pixie cut here) and like im imagining maybe after some mission her hair gets caught on something or even burned or idk and she just says fuck it and her, Cass and Tim get back to one of their apartments/a safehouse after patrol and cut her hair in the bathroom at like 4am (yes im aware i place many situations in the middle of the night in the bathroom with friends... [like that timkon fic i wrote a bit ago] its just such a special setting okay) like Cass with the scissors Tim’s holding up a reference pic Steph found on pinterest. it looks great once it’s done

B (hilarious): the eggplant vs purple thing. i think that now in this post death metal world of dc, where everyone’s remembering things from before the reboot, steph should have a small mental breakdown about how she betrayed her old self by rallying behind the color purple (‘enemy of crime and people who hate purple!’) vs how she used to be so insistent her color scheme was eggplant (‘its eggplant. purple would look stupid’). everyone else is having their brains break because of like conflicting memories of their traumas (and she’s got that goin on too, dont get me wrong, she’ll get to freaking out about that later) but steph is just sitting there staring at a color wheel trying not to cry

C (heart-crushing): i’ve seen some fics explore this a little but i think she’d end up doing a lot of thinking about her baby that she gave up for adoption. like that was something she experienced so young and i feel that would just always be a lurking thought in her mind, where is the baby? is she happy? gotham’s a dangerous city, there’s a lot to be afraid about there. Not that she wouldn’t already because she is just a caring big sister type of person, but I think Steph looking out for all the kids in Gotham (especially once she’s batgirl) in some small part could tie back to wanting to make sure her kid is safe out there wherever she ended up. (additionally since she had a rough upbringing with her whole dad situation she just especially is protective over kids anyways. Sometimes I think she might get kinda insecure about it… maybe even question herself about why she’s saving people, is it because she genuinely cares or is it something more selfish? it’s definitely a self doubt i could see manifesting)

D (canon is a coward and won’t) not to be repetitive but also that she is bi i will stand by this

[stupid-stew]

WHEN YOU WHEN WHEN WHEEEEN

I'm alive I'm back OK TRAILER GO GO GO

i'm not using photos because i wouldn't be able to contain myself but this is in order of events in the trailer so like tee hee

ok so starting off, it looks like luz still has access to her phone, maybe it's still sending things, but i think camila might start to get an idea of what's going on pretty early in the season plus we still get to see her so like YES

the first shot with lilith and luz with lilith carrying hooty is definitely from echoes of the past, guess we found out that hooty does actually leave the house, even if it is in the form of a slightly smaller house backpack? yknow what good for him but the contents of the door where he was will haunt my dreams. thanks. and also lilith's palisman can fly!

the one with the "forbidden stacks" and luz and amity in front of the door is from through the looking glass ruins, PLEASE give me some alice in wonderland references i'm begging. along with that shot, i'm assuming the later ones with amity having her hair down and her employee id badge, both scenes with gus casting with what looks to be a fire glyph (those two are the same scene split in two i think), and the one with the creepy thing with the lantern are both from that episode as well.

there are three different scenes that are from the same episode as each other, possibly one that hasn't been announced yet because i can't place it, but the one with luz walking along the statues, the one with her and king where a hand shoots out and opens, and the one with some beasty climbing up the wall all look to be from the same one and that's terrifying.

now for separate tides, there's a bunch, anything with luz in the pirate outfit is probably from that, her casting the ice glyphs, her tied up, you get it.

i'm getting to belos, r, and camila just hold your horses. hold them.

ok owl mask, a bunch. my thing is that we see the one with luz jumping up onto a building, she has his staff, and a little cardinal on her shoulder which i think is cute, i don't think it's her palisman but that's up for debate. but she somehow got his staff, and that worries me deeply.

NOW NOW NOW OWL BEAST LILITH. ok so we don't see any owl beast eda in the trailer, but owl beast lilith, yes yes we do. not only do we see her like partially transformed and like dying on the ground, but the owl beast we do see greatly resembles a hoot owl. why does that matter? i will talk to you for hours about character names, but basically some translations of lilith's name are hoot owl and screech owl, and i am so unbelievably excited for this i'm shitting my pants but on the inside.

time to talk about r. if you don't know who r is, most people think their name is rayne? rain? i don't actually know but from what i've heard they're a confirmed non binary character? girl idek anyways the important part is that they were the person who had their face obscured in the photo of eda in her scrapbook from wilw, and they're now the bard coven leader. i'm just gonna say it, they are way too ominous and apparent in the trailer to not be important so do with that what you will but remember kids, in the scrapbook they signed their name with belos' mask on the end of the r. beware.

gwendolyyynnnnn ok so there's a bunch about her, first of all she's a cute little old lady so she's probably evil, from what we see of her she's totally a clawthorne, but she's a beast keeper, keeping in mind the age that eda got cursed that can be kind of yikes but yknow. she has what looks to be an eagle? falcon? idk if it's even a palisman but a bird is a bird and that's good enough for me. she has the same nails as lilith, and her boots resemble eda's, plus she has the gold jewlery and wild hair so like she's their mom alright. the thing that worries me the most about her is one of the flashbacks we saw, eda hiding from someone yelling, it could very well be gwen and i will in fact fight a bitch. that is all.

ok girl- what is up with the blights? i'm not even going to lie, odalia is kind of a baddie. all villains are hot she's no exception. but blight industries? we knew they had money and power but this kind of is different, and she seems to use the gun she had to cast an abomination monster that we see chasing luz around?

the coven leaders, why are they so attractive? and the plant lady seems like a older version of perfuma so like do with that what you will but like the abomination dude, is his hair an abomination? anyways, why is he hot? r is also a sight love that for them. though them like burning away while menacingly playing the violin has me............concerned.

break to talk about eda, we don't see a lot of her current self in the trailer, we see more of her in the past, and i am scared? where she at? shawty? but her with a pony tail and her with short hair? sheeesh.

there's a lot more glyph magic, a lot more exploration of if, but one of the scenes where lilith is casting the three ice glyphs and like drags them out is very similar to the way luz casts in the opening for season two. also someone said lilith looks like dying, her cheekbones are way more defined, more than they should be, like hey queen you good? it also looks like she has more of a presence this season and i'm here for it.

there are also two scenes where like everything is on fire, one with hooty and one with lilith, um- its fine ok everything is probably fine although i do hope lilith smacks a bitch with that stick.

ok nowwww i can talk about belos.

we have that one scene with owl mask, is that belos' shadow like morphing? god i hope so. those are his mask horns. he's an old man so he's got gray hair but i didn't expect it to be that long, you do you. with the portal he clearly has rebuilt it, but i think it's interesting how he mad his own key and luz still has the original one, it's kind of fu

WIAT OK I JUST REMEMBERED WHAT IF IN ECHOES Of th e past the shot with eda and her short hair is from hooty's pov and that's how they met

back to belos, there's so much happening in the trailer but like what if we see his face, and did the titan like explode?

i cannot do this anymore it's too late for this but leikIHJBEKJSFDKNFALKNLKNDFNOKNKEFAINOK

[twisted-clown]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELMIER

Thank you all for supporting Elmier for so long! I worked hard on him and love him dearly! I apologize I have not been posting as of late, but Lilly’s updated version will come soon. I am struggling to find a voice actress for her. 

Read Elmier’s birthday interview/card story below!

Chapter 1

Happy Birthday Elmier!

Elmier: Oh thank you dear~! We are celebrating me today~ I am so flustered.

How is your birthday going? Are you ready for the interview?

Elmier: My birthday is going very well, thank you for asking dear~. Phineas and my brothers threw me a surprise birthday party, so I was very happy~!

Did they scare you?

Elmier: I already knew about the party so I only pretended to be surprised. Phineas figured that out, but my brothers did not. Don’t tell them, okay~? I wouldn’t want to make them sad.

I won’t. What did your brothers get you for your birthday?

Elmier: Hmm~ Banar gave me a beautiful new hairbrush, and Tanton gave me an elegant hand mirror. I am very happy. More time to work on my hair. This doesn’t look good by itself you know. Well, actually it does. *wink* Banar also baked a cake. He is so skilled with his hands as he does a lot of scrapbooking and stationary, so I am not surprised the cake turned out so beautifully.

You really like taking care of your appearance. Is it a long process?

Elmier: It can be a little lengthy, but it doesn’t feel too long, as it is something I enjoy doing very much. I especially love my hair. Sometimes to relax, I will just brush my hair to calm down. It feels very nice. Maybe I can give you a makeover sometime~

That sounds fun!

Chapter 2

Elmier, you’re very good at your aerial silk. It takes a lot of arm strength, do you work out?

Elmier: Oh of course I do. I work out everyday with Phineas, sometimes Tanton and Banar join, but Tanton usually complains about being lazy and not wanting to do it. Though I am quite feminine, I would say I am quite muscular because of my circus skills.

Is aerial hard work?

Elmier: All circus skills require a lot of work, dear. Work and dedication. I almost lost my life once during a show, but I am glad to still be here. It is definitely a risk to do aerial as I am always so high up, but that’s why I enjoy it. I get to soar above the crowds, wrapped in glittery silk. It makes me feel elegant like a swan.

Do you really like swans?

Elmier: I love swans, though I would say my favorite animal is a flamingo. They are very interesting and bright in color. Did you know that they make friendships and lovers just like us? Oh, it is quite fascinating. Phineas told me more about them. He loves to read. He got so excited to tell me about the book he was reading, it was nice to see him so happy.

Thats really cool!

Elmier: Indeed it is. Phineas told me a lot of facts about animals? Would you like to hear them~? Hmm~?

Haha, sure.

Chapter 3

I heard you like cross stitching. Is that true?

Elmier: I do. I find it quite relaxing. I do it sometimes to relax, along with brushing my hair. I have made pieces for Banar before. He hangs them up in his room, it’s so cute.

Its a nice hobby to have. A lot of the other students have hobbies they’re interested in. Do you have any students you particularly get along with?

Elmier: Hmm~ I talk to Cater sometimes. He can be very fun to spend time with, though he is quite energetic. I also enjoy talking to Rook. He can be a little bit strange, but aren’t we all? I absolutely love talking to him about what defines beauty, we seem to agree on quite a few things. Sometimes I meet up with him and have tea. It is very enjoyable, I must say.

Do you hang out with Pomefiore a lot?

Elmier: Sometimes. I do not tend to get along with Vil, sadly. I do not know what it is but I don’t think he likes me. Have I done something to upset him? Maybe I am overthinking it all. I do enjoy joining in on the Pomefiore yoga or tea sessions when they allow me to. I brought Tanton to yoga once and that was a disaster.

Why was it a disaster?

Elmier: He fell over onto Epel, who then fell over onto another student and it created a domino effect! Both of them had to sit out for a while, as Vil got quite upset with the two. He assumed Epel was the cause, when it was Tanton. I had Tanton go up and tell him what actually happened later. I don’t think it should have been a problem though. Some are more skilled than others.

Vil seems to have gone overboard….

Elmier: I most certainly agree. Well, enough talk of all that nonsense. It is quite draining. Anyways, dear, thank you for doing this birthday interview. I really enjoyed speaking with you. We should talk more, yes?

I would really like that. I hope you have a wonderful birthday Elmier.

Elmier: That is very kind of you. I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day, ufufu.

*Elmier’s groovy is of him smiling gleefully and sitting with a piece of cake made by Banar. Banar sits close by*

[maine-writes]

A New Challenger Has Appeared!

An older Connie and Steven led Vonvon, followed by their younger selves, back to the beach house. All the while, older Connie scolded her child for their barely thought out time adventure.

"Do you have any idea what you could've done?" she continued, her kid stubbornly pouting, "You could've messed up our timeline! What if you made yourself not exist?! Your father was extremely sensitive during this time, he could've been evil!"

"Now, hon-" older Steven began, but as he thought about it, it might not be such a good idea to interrupt Connie in the middle of a motherly panic.

"Okay, I get it mom." Vonvon said as they walked up the steps to the front door, "I'm sorry. I just wanted to see you guys when you were on your adventures. You guys just made it seem so cool."

Older Connie and Steven gave each other a worried look.

"Maybe we left out a few details." Steven admitted. "Some things you were better off not knowing."

"Like the time you got your Gem yanked out?" Vonvon asked, ignoring the fact that their father is still bothered by that event. "Or the realization that you broke every bone in your body throughout your childhood? Or the time you got sucked out into space? Or that time when you and Peridot were stuck deep underground? Or that time you had a near mental breakdown at the Stanford Hotel?"

"Ok, that's eno-...wait, the Stanford?" Steven said, wondering why he cannot remember the failed vacation at an alpine retreat.

"Now, where's the Hourglass?" older Connie asked. "We're going home."

"I threw it in the ocean." Vonvon sheepishly replied. Of course, their parents were far from enthusiastic about this.

"You...threw it..." Older Steven muttered.

"Into the ocean..." Older Connie finished as they both looked out at the vast stretch of water and said:

"Ah, beans."

They decided to postpone the recovery of the Hourglass until the next day, when they would recruit the Crystal Gems, who were staying at Little Homeworld for the annual "Surviving Earth" camping trip. For now, they would stay the night.

Younger Connie momentarily returned home to explain to her own parents that there was some weird Gem problem that needed her attention for the night. Surprisingly, although hesistant, they accepted this and allowed her to return to the beach house.

"Hey, I remember using that one when I was in college." Older Connie reminisced.

"What?" wondered her younger self. "Why?"

"Mom and Dad wanted to drop by." she continued. "But I hadn't seen Steven in a while, and he was in town, so-"

"S-So, anyways!" Older Steven interrupted, his cheeks flushed red. "We should probably head to bed, long day tomorrow! Have to explain everything to the Gems, but I'm sure Garnet's probably already told everyone not to panic."

And indeed, somewhere out in the middle of the woods, somewhere out in the middle of the state of Delmarva, the Crystal Gems and two dozen other Gems were sitting around a campfire, surrounded by an assortment of tents.

"By the way guys," Garnet began, stopping in the middle of her catchy campfire song, "Don't panic tomorrow. Especially you Pearl."

"What? Why would I panic?"

"Well-...Maybe it's better I don't explain."

But that may have only made it worse.

Meanwhile, save for the rhythmic rush of the waves, all was silent, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a rat.

But then, a shifting shadow lurked behind the kitchen counter, peering over at the couch Vonvon was sleeping in, who was facing away from the middle of the room. Younger Connie and her future self were sleeping in Steven's bed, whilst young Steven, and his future self, were wrapped up in sleeping bags on the floor beside the bed.

The shadow loomed over Vonvon.

"Yes..." the sinister figure hissed, "Soon, all will be well..."

But when they gently turned the sleeping form, they found nothing but a crudely made dummy.

"What?"

"Judo Chop!" Vonvon screamed, striking the figure with a chop at the shoulder. The shadowy stranger grabbed Vonvon, pushing them to the ground.

"You fell for my Vonvon Clone Jutsu!" the child laughed mockingly. "My most powerful technique!"

The two struggled on the ground for a few seconds, the ruckus stirring the others awake. Someone flipped the light switch, filling the room with light.

To their surprise, on the floor, yanking at hair, kicking at shins, and gnawing on shirts, were two Vonvons. One was wearing Cookie Cat pajamas, of course, the other wore a pseudo-ninja outfit.

"Aha!" our Vonvon declared, "I knew it! There's always an evil twin! Let me guess, you're from the timeline where everyone's evil and you're here to replace me?"

"How did yo-?" Evil Vonvon began.

"I've been sleeping under the bed and leaving a dummy in my place for months now!"

Both versions of Steven and Connie looked over at Vonvon, wondering if that child is either insane or a genius.

Then Evil Vonvon looked at the older Steven and Connie, their little eyes beginning to water.

"Oh no." Vonvon, the one we know, said. "You're not evil, are you?"

"I'm from a timeline where I never knew my parents." They explained. "I was raised by a glowing pink version of Papa and Grandma and Grandpa."

"Aw man," Vonvon groaned, "You're not evil, you're just sad!"

"Well, there is a sort of evil timeline." Not-Evil Vonvon mentioned, "Except, its not me. It's a big pink version of Papa, and he's like the king of Homeworld."

"Wait, there's a timeline where I become evil?!" Young Steven panicked.

"Not evil, just Pink Diamond" Sad Vonvon explained.

"Why are you here?" young Connie asked.

"This Vonvon's time vacation opened a lot of timelines." Other Vonvon explained, "And I thought, since I'm here, I could replace them for a while until you find the Hourglass."

"But what if we found it tomorrow?" older Steven asked.

"Oh, you wouldn't." Alternate Vonvon said, pulling the device from their pocket. "I found it shortly after Vonvon threw it in the ocean. I was going to give it back after spending time with you."

"Wait, our kid's time travelling opened other timelines?" Older Connie wondered, "What exactly does that mean?"

"Other Vonvon's were able to get their hands on their Hourglasses." said the other Vonvon. "It's really complicated and doesn't make much sense."

"You met other me's?" Prime Vonvon asked.

"Yeah, there's one from a timeline where Papa never got the attention of the Diamonds." They said, producing a small scrapbook from another pocket. "There's a Vonvon who is wandering the timelines, they're giving out these scrapbooks that have pictures of their adventure."

As it turned out, there were over a dozen recorded timelines in the scrapbook. There was a Vonvon who was raised in Japan. Another who lived with the Gems in a similar situation as Steven in his younger days. There was even an insane Vonvon who only had a sock puppet as a companion and frequently broke out of the asylum to unleash chaos upon Beach City. That was the closest version of an Evil Vonvon.

"There's a Vonvon who only knew the Crystal Gems as parts of Gem Tech from the war." Other Vonvon explained. "They said that they looked into the future of our timelines with their Garnet machine. It all works out in the end. No big bad problems."

"None?" Future Connie and Steven asked.

"Apparently."

"See?" said Main Vonvon. "Everything works out in the end. It's the Will of the Force."

"Vonvon," Older Connie said. "The Will of the Force is just an excuse to explain away things that would've been too troublesome to explain."

"But since we're here." Older Steven said, placing his arm around his wife's shoulder. "Don't you think we deserve a vacation too? We could see the old sites, finally get some time to ourselves."

"But what about th-"

"We'll be in disguise. Besides, it might be fun."

Connie thought, and she thought. Perhaps it was time they had a break from the relentless demands of work.

This was the start of a wonderful vacation. A time vacation.

@artsycooky13

[sierracolorstheworldofwords]

Am anon who wanted to request Dark and Eric x reader dnfjfjfjfj y/n getting overwhelmed by how much they love the two and just wanting express that love but not being sure how?? (Take as long as you need to write it no pressure cncncn)

ANON I WROTE IT AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! IT IS SWEET FLUFF and I really like how it turned how but yee I hope it is okay, especially the ending anyway here’s the story! :D 

Love was an overwhelming,  pink tsunami that dragged you out to sea in its foamy claws and swallowed you whole. It left you trapped in an underwater world filled with butterflies that swirled into your stomach and nestled there. You were shocked by heart shaped eels and they sent  jolts of electricity down your spine. Love is torture, sometimes, people say, but all the people who’ve said that forget what it’s like to be in love. It doesn’t feel like torture, and it never should. When those eels electrocuted you it felt like your whole body was laughing, and when those underwater butterflies emerged from the deep, it felt like they left playful kisses inside you.

 People have said  love is torture because it’s so overwhelming, so joyful, and for the first time in your life, you felt it. 

You wanted to show Eric and Dark that, wanted them to see how you felt-- how they made you feel, like you were full of blooming flowers and sunshine. You wanted them to know-- but how could you? There were so many things they did for you! Dark would always give you roses, and candy, or he’d give you sweets he brought from the bakery, or just little tiny antiques he’d thought you like. Eric was much simpler, he cooked breakfast for you, or cleaned the house when you were feeling down, and sometimes, he’d just go outside for a while and come back with a hand full of wildflowers. What gifts could you buy, or make, or find to compare to those? 

There was always psychical affection, but when it came to them, it seemed that for every kiss you gave them, they’d come back for a thousand more! What could you do for them? Where would you even start? Maybe with kisses and hugs? Or flowers? Or maybe you could go to the bakery and get their favorite? Or.. you huffed in frustration, before throwing your phone onto the mattress you sat on and flopping down onto it. What could you do? The anniversary was a week away, and you didn’t know what to do. Dark had a restaurant reserved already, and all of you were supposed to go out to lunch on the anniversary, and Eric said he was making a special morning breakfast-- you were responsible for dinner. 

What could you even do? You sighed, before deciding to google some ideas for dinner. You picked up your phone, turned it on, and then went online. There wasn’t much, nothing was enough! You groaned, before deciding to go to your gallery, thinking that maybe you had some recipes saved there, but instead, you found..a lot of pictures and videos of you, Eric and Dark. You thought for a moment, a foggy image of an idea starting to form-- you needed to save those photos to a hard drive, but you kept forgetting! Maybe you could do that, no wait! You should print them instead! Duh! It would make a great anniversary present, and you could always figure dinner out later, anyway! 

Getting up, you grabbed your wallet and keys before heading to a local store, which luckily had a machine where you could print photos on your phone. You went out the door, to the car, and drove. Once you were there, you entered the building, taking in the white tile and the stocked shelves, before noticing the craft aisle. You..you could make a scrapbook-- no, scrapbooks! Why didn’t you think of it sooner? Eric and Dark would each have their own! You rushed over, grabbing an orange photo album and a black one, before loading up on stickers, colorful paper, paint, markers and glitter glue. You put that all in the small cart before going to print your photos (which..cost a lot, surprisingly) you then went around the store,buying a polaroid camera and two boxes of film. Then, you paid and went home, stashing the supplies under your bed. 

The week passed by in a blur of late nights, coffee and energy drinks, cutting up construction paper, kitten stickers, glitter glue, paint stained clothes, and ink stained hands, but the day arrived, and by that time, the albums were done. You also ordered a projector, which also conveniently arrived on time. 

You awoke on the special day to the smell of bacon. 

Unwrapping yourself from Dark’s arms, almost rushing out of the room, before you realized you forgot your polaroid camera. You grabbed it and adjusted the settings, making sure it wouldn’t flash by taking a picture of Dark sleeping. You then went to the kitchen, where Eric was calmly making breakfast and brewing coffee, even making homemade muffins as he hummed through the kitchen, flipping pancakes. He saw you and smiled. 

“G-good morning!” You gave him a sleepy smile, “Good morning Eric.” 

He turned his back towards the stove, where you took a quick picture, you then turned away, hid the camera in the big shirt you wore, and then let the picture develop, before managing to hide the pictures you took  underneath the coffee table, where the scrapbooks lay. You then scurried to the table, sitting at the comfy loveseat you three often used. 

Dark then came into the kitchen, his hair a mess, “Good morning..” You chuckled, “Good morning sleepy head.” “G-good morning Dark!” Said Eric, turning off the stove and getting the muffins out of the oven, he then served three big plates for all of you, stacked with pancakes, eggs, and bacon. After that, he grabbed three cups of coffee before sitting  in the middle of the both of you, receiving kisses on his cheeks as he did. 

“Thank you for breakfast!” You cooed, giving him another kiss on the cheek, before reaching over for the syrup on the table, and pouring it all over your pancakes. “Thank you for breakfast, darling.” Said Dark softly, before giving him another kiss on the cheek you managed to somehow snap a photo of the two before hiding your camera again. 

After that, you all were so full that you just.. Ended up going to bed and watching movies till lunch time came, Eric was in the middle again, and cuddling next to Dark, who was petting his hair gently. After the third movie, you noticed that.. They were both asleep. You smiled, before taking the camera out again and taking a quick picture. You then snuck out of the bed, going to hide the picture you took once more. 

You all got dressed in fancy clothing before going into Dark’s car, and driving to the place. 

When you arrived, you were greeted with the sight of a fancy building surrounded by trees, the outside looked like a mansion, and you could see the multiple chairs and fancy tables inside. Dark took both of your hands and led you down the path, going to a waiter and saying his name, after that, you all were taken to a private section of the restaurant and then sat down at an exquisite table next to a window, where you could see a view of a beautiful garden. After ordering a fancy version of your favorite meal, Dark ordered a steak and fries, while Eric ordered chicken fried  steak topped off with gravy and with potatoes. 

The three of you ate in relative peace, talking and chatting, going over memories. After the meal was done, Dark whispered something in the waiter’s ear, they then left, going to get something. After a few minutes, they came back with two huge bouquets of roses and two boxes of chocolate. You were given a box and bouquet, while Eric was given the same. You both smiled at Dark and thanked him, which caused him to smile as well. 

After the roses, you all ordered dessert and chatted more, laughing-- your boys smiling, you managed to take a few secret pictures, since you took a handbag with you, you got the pictures and hid them once more, along with the camera. Then, once the deserts were eaten, you all went home. You felt nervous as you did, but you hid it the best you could, talking and chatting with them as you did.. You hoped they would like dinner.. You just decided to order from their favorite restaurants, and then also order a custom cake from a local bakery, which was also going to be delivered. 

You immediately got to work setting up the bedroom by telling Dark and Eric you were going to take a quick nap, which was a lie. Instead, you decorated the ceiling with string lights, fixed the bed up, and hung a sheet on one wall, using bluetooth to connect the projector to your phone. By the time you were done sprucing the room up, the doorbell rang. You rushed to answer it, wallet in hand, as you gave the deliverers their money, taking the four bags. You got French cuisine for Dark and some good ol southern food for Eric, while also getting your favorite and a pizza too. Just in case nobody wanted the other food. Five minutes after that, the cake came. It was chocolate, and wonderfully decadent. You even had the top decorated in gold, with happy one year anniversary-- here’s to making more memories! Scrolled on top. 

You set up all the food in the bedroom and put the cake on the desk. You then made sure the projector was working. After everything was set up to your liking, you lead Dark and Eric into the bedroom, told them to put on their pajamas, and then went to go get your scrapbook. You scrambled to peek underneath the coffee table, getting the scrapbooks and grabbing your handbag, you fished out all the pictures and camera before rushing off to the bedroom. 

You came inside to the sight of Eric and Dark wearing matching pajamas, you smiled at how adorable they looked. 

“Don’t look at these until I’m done changing!” You said, placing their gifts on the bed before going into the same pajamas they were wearing. Once you were done, you grabbed the scrapbooks, and sat in the middle of them, before giving them each of their scrapbooks, Eric’s was a soft orange, covered with cute stickers of kittens, puppies, and other baby animals, along with flowers, you then gave Dark his, a dark black book, covered with cute little kitten stickers and roses as well. 

They looked at you in surprise, and you smiled shyly, your cheeks heating up as they opened their photo albums. 

Eric gasped softly, “I-it’s the selfie we took on our f-first date together! And look! It’s us at the p-park! And at d-disney land!” 

Dark looked at his, and you glanced at him, noticing the smile on his face, as he pointed at a photo of him with a dog filter on, “I thought I told you to delete that.” You smirked, “And I thought I told you I wouldn’t delete it!” 

You all laughed and smiled at the colorful, lovingly made, albums, pointing and laughing at memories as you did. Pictures of Eric and You in messy clothes, covered in flour, brought up the memory of you and him trying to make Dark a homemade cake. Another photo had Dark and Eric cuddling on the couch, another was at the beach, of you and Dark playing in the water-- there were so many, many memories. All of them happy. You held the photos from today in your hands, Eric smiling at the stove, Dark kissing his cheek, the food you ate this morning and at lunch, the garden outside the restaurant..you had so many happy memories. 

“Darling, these..are wonderful!” Dark whispered, rubbing his finger over a picture of you and him, which was surrounded by the date (thank goodness for your phone, or you wouldn’t have remembered it) and the occasion, all written in beautiful cursive. The page was also filled with stickers and glitter, and pieces of construction paper cut into hearts. 

Eric meanwhile, was looking at the scrapbook with tears in his eyes, before sobbing out, “I-I love it!” and giving you a hug. You had put so much work into it and he loved it! You scribbled lyrics from his favorite song, and even the lyrics of the first song you danced to together! He couldn’t help but cry! You even put baby duck stickers! He loved baby ducks! 

You hugged him back, smiling and almost crying yourself, feeling so, so happy! 

You sniffed, and then turned to the projector on the floor, before turning it on and going to your gallery, where all your videos were. You selected one, playing a home movie. It was of all of you, having a mini sleepover together, laughing and giggling as you started a pillow fight with Eric. 

The next video played, featuring you snickering in the background as you caught Dark and Eric kissing, and teased them. Dark ran after you, which caused you to shriek. The next one was of you and Eric pranking Dark, mostly you, though. You tickled his nose and put whipped cream on his hand as he slept. He ended up with whipped cream all over his face. Videos of all three of you played, happy memories, wonderful memories-- full of giggles and kisses, laughter and cuddles, pull of pure pink waves of love, the happiest moments. 

The last one was of you, talking to the camera, “Happy anniversary, you guys-- I-I um, just wanna thank you for making this the best year of my life,” both video you and real you teared up as it played, “I’ve never been so happy before,even when times got hard, and we got into arguments.. I was still happy, because I had you.   I want to thank you for that. Here’s to another year-- no, another ten years! Happy anniversary, Dark and Eric, I love you.” Then, you brought a hand to your lips and blew a kiss to the camera, which caused them to chuckle, teary eyed.

Then, the video cut off, and they both looked at you, Eric was crying while Dark tried to hide it. They both hugged you, giving you a kiss on the cheek. 

“I lo-love you so much!” Eric sobbed, “I love you both so much.” A few tears slipped out of Dark’s cheeks as he hugged the both of you, “I love you both so much.” 

You smiled, looking at the both of them, “And I love the both of you. Happy anniversary!” “Happy anniversary!” They said, before giving you a kiss on the cheek. 

Dark sniffed, crossing his arms, “Enough of this sappy stuff. Let’s eat.” 

You and Eric giggled, cuddling close to him and opening up the food before digging in. You put on a movie as the three of you cuddled, gorging on food as you did. After dinner was done, you opened the cake up, and you three each got a slice, when everything was done, you all were too sleepy to put it up. Dark ended up snapping his fingers, and everything disappeared into the fridge, he also turned off the projector. You all cuddled close together in the cozy blankets, exchanging kisses and going over memories until you fell asleep in their arms, the happiest person in the world.

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Kiddo Sites/Apps!

Hi hi! I always see a lot of posts recommending sites and apps for age regressors but a lot of the time they’re the same things, so I thought I’d make my own! All the sites and apps on here are free, don’t worry! (Some may have ads or in-app purchase, though!) It’s under the cut cause I tried to include some preview pictures which made it kinda long! If anyone would like to add more or have me add more, just let me know! Have fun and stay safe during this time of quarantine and social distancing!

WEBSITES

- DisneyClips

     This is probably my FAVOURITE site for when I’m regressed! It’s made by Disney fans for Disney fans, and is updated with new activites pretty often! It has a bunch of safe and fun games, quizzes, coloring pages, and even things like analysis charts for kiddos whose special interest or hyperfixation is Disney! It has dress up games that are super-duper easy and cute, and I love them because their style looks like it could come right out of the film it’s from! Like the dresses and everything, and they stick to each princess’s style while making different dresses from the original ones! It’s crazy!!

-PBS Kids

     A classic but awesome site!! You can watch all sorts of episodes for free, you don’t have to put in an email or anything! There are even games and episodes from shows that have long since gone off the air!

-American Girl

     Don’t be fooled by the site’s title, this site is for everyone! If you’re familiar with the American Girl characters, there’s lots of dress up and themed games, and if you’re not familiar with the characters, don’t worry cause there’s still super cute games like pet grooming and, my favourite, Coconut’s Safari! I linked to the games page, but there’s quizzes and polls, too!

-Webkinz

     I’m sure a lot of you know about Webkinz already, but it hasn’t gone anywhere even after all these years! It’s one of my favourite sites, and it’s free to play now! For people unfamiliar with Webkinz, it’s a virtual world where you can raise a pet, decorate rooms, and collect all sorts of objects, food, and clothing! You can play this one online, with their new desktop app, or with their mobile app! (I will warn you, though, the mobile app does not have that much stuff on it)

-Poptropica

     Poptropica has been around for a while too, but it’s changed a lot in recent years! You can play it online and there’s also an app. This one is probably for older kiddos, though - it has a lot of puzzles and requires a lot of thinking at times, so if you’re looking for a relaxing game this probably isn’t it. 

-Poptropica

    Poptropica has been around for a while too, but it’s changed a lot in recent years! You can play it online and there’s also an app. This one is probably for older kiddos, though - it has a lot of puzzles and requires a lot of thinking at times, so if you’re looking for a relaxing game this probably isn’t it.

APPS

- Habitica

     Habitica is a super-duper easy habit tracker/reminder app! I use it to remind me to take my meds, shower, brush my teeth, things like that! But you put in your habits and to-do list so you can personalize it! Usually I don’t like apps like this because they offer no incentive but Habitica turns it into an RPG like Dungeons and Dragons!! So you can level up and get equipment and even pets! What I love about it, too, is that if you ever have any question, their FAQ is super clear and easy to understand, which makes it ideal for autistic kids like me!

- Cookie Run

     Cookie Run is an oldie but a goldie! It’s a running platformer game where you can collect lots of cute cookies and their pets and learn their stories! Plus there’s canon LGBTQ+ rep with some of the cookie heroes! Cookie Run has a lot of bright colours and fast movement though, so it might not be the best game for kiddos with seizures or sensory issues!

- My Tamagotchi Forever

     Super cute revamp of tamagotchi!! Your pets don’t run away or anything in this one, haha! You can decorate your town and your house with coins you earn from simple minigames, and you can dress up your tamagotchis in different outfits and fill out their scrapbooks and collect them all! I really liked this app, definitely one of my favorites :)

- Hello Kitty Lunchbox

     Super simple “cooking” game! Again, this is a super easy, no hassle game and is good for really young kiddos. You get to make a lunch for Hello Kitty and decorate it, along with her lunchbox before “eating” your meal. But again, I wanna stress this one is super simple and some kids may get bored of it.

-Pocket Ponies

     A My Little Pony version of the classic ball shooter game. You aim to hit enemies with your balls, and eventually charge up your ponies so they can perform their special action. You get to collect My Little Pony characters and each one has a different ability.

-Hello Kitty Music Party

     This one’s more of an idle tapper game. It wants you to tap on your screen along with the beat of the music, but even if you don’t tap with the beat you can still get rewards! It has a couple cutesy pop songs in the app, but it can also access your music library on your device so you can tap with whatever you want! The app itself doesn’t offer much instruction but it’s fairly simple to figure out. But like the other Hello Kitty game, it can grow boring quickly for some kids, which is why it became an idle game for me. 

-Disney TsumTsum

     This one is kind of like Bejeweled or Candy Crush - you connect little Disney characters to make them “pop!” You get to collect a bunch of different characters and each character has a special ability.

YOUTUBE CHANNELS

-RescueHero’s Nostalgia Zone

     A lesser known channel but it’s one of my favorites! It’s a gameplay channel, but pretty much every video is old video games like TV plug and plays, leapster/leap frog games, or CD-ROM games from the 2000s. It’s an active channel, too, and tends to upload every week or so! From what I can tell, there’s no voiceover and their videos are just simple, nostalgic gameplay.

-Shirley Curry

     This one’s a little weird but it’s very wholesome - it’s a grandma in her 80′s(?) who loves to play video games! She mostly plays games for older kiddos like Skyrim, but her videos are very calming and she’s very cute in the way she comments on games. She’s super sweet to her viewers and calls them her grandkids, and usuaslly responds in comments. Her videos are also easy videos to listen to in the background, too.

-pstoyreviews

     I don’t watch a lot of toy channels because a lot of the time they’re over the top and super corny or just... really weird, but this channel is run by two people (I think they are a couple but I’m not sure) named Shannon and Paul, and they’re very casual about their videos (despite the corny thumbnails, lol). Anyway, they mostly do blind bag openings for trinkets and toys that are currently on the shelves - things like Tokidoki, LOL Dolls, Shopkins, minifigures, things like that. It’s a very good channel if you like those cutesy sorts of things but don’t have the money to get them yourself! To my knowledge they’re not really sponsored, so there’s no encouraging you to buy a product or anything like that. Like I said, they’re very casual and do talk during the videos but they talk a little slow and there’s no background music, so they are very easy to understand! I believe Shannon also has a doll-specific channel, too, if you’re into that.

-nana825763

     Better known as piropito, this channel is well known for its really cute and wholesome Minecraft gameplay that you can start watching here. This is a Japanese channel, but he captions his own videos, so don’t worry! Anyway, his goal was to figure out everything in Minecraft with absolutely no cheats or searching the web for information or anything like that. That’s really the only thing I’d recommend on this channel, however, and do be careful because they do have some horror game playthroughs on there so stay safe!

-Sesame Street

     Not much to explain here! It’s Sesame Street, and they post clips of the show, songs, and sometimes even full episodes.

[superfreakerz]

TDS 5

"The Dragneel Scrapbook"

Rated M for smut.

Summary: They've loved each other every step of the way, from becoming partners to getting married, and now they get to experience raising kids. Snapshots of the Dragneel family life.

Wonderful art made by @ccrispy :D It's one of my favorites for this story so far lol I love it.

Chapter 5

Insatiable

Lucy should've known better that pregnancy was no walk in the park. In the back of her mind, she'd known that. After all, she'd seen Levy go through much pain during her pregnancy. But in her excitement of having a child, the girl had conveniently forgotten about the downsides that were soon to come.

And when those downsides did come, they hit her like a brick.

It all started with soreness. A month into her pregnancy, Lucy's breasts were tender, aching as they began to swell. Then, the rest of her body followed suit, aching from head to toe. Her most problematic areas were here back, head, and breasts. Her stomach also cramped, but it wasn't as bad as the others.

Luckily, Natsu was right there at her side, offering to do anything she asked for. Whether it was to get her food or rub her back, the boy would always happily oblige with a huge smile plastered to his face.

And now, her body had a new symptom to surprise her with.

Cravings.

Lucy was a little excited for this part of her pregnancy. Watching Levy crave the weirdest foods, some that she didn't even like before, made her curious to see what she would be craving. Would she prefer salty snacks? Or perhaps meat? What if she only wanted to eat pickled plums? Poor Wendy would pass out just watching her.

In the end, Lucy's cravings came in waves. Some were longer than others, lasting for months, while others only lasted a few days. She knew that she'd entered this new round of pregnancy when all she wanted to eat were pickles. Dill pickles, to be exact.

Lucy quickly realized that her cravings were also oddly specific. During the pickle wave, Natsu had rushed to the store in the middle of the night to get her a jar. When he returned, he proudly held up a jar of sweet pickles, which she turned down immediately. Apparently, her stomach required dill pickles only. Whether it was the whole pickle, slices, or even frozen like a popsicle- which was actually Lucy's favorite version- so long as they were the sour kind, she would devour them all.

That wave lasted for about a week. The next was ice cream. But not just any kind of ice cream. It had to be sherbet. She'd woken up at four in the morning with an insatiable hunger for the damn ice cream but seeing Natsu so peacefully asleep- he'd been exhausted throughout her pregnancy as well- she knew that she should let him get her rest.

And that was how Lucy, at three months pregnant, took a lovely stroll in the middle of the night to get a whole tub of ice cream and scarf it down while sitting on the kitchen floor. Natsu had woken up the next morning, scared when he saw she wasn't in bed with him and went out to the kitchen to find her laying on the floor, hugging the empty carton to her chest.

The worst craving of all, however, was the spicy food. One day, Lucy had watched Natsu stuffing his mouth with the guild's famous fire chicken. Before, she would never even dream of taking a tiny bite of it, knowing that it would set her mouth on fire. But seeing her husband enjoying it, she wanted some for herself.

Lucy wanted anything spicy she could get her hands on. Peppers, hot wings, that blasted fire chicken, she wanted it all. And while Natsu was excited about this, exclaiming that nobody ever ate spicy food with him before, she wasn't looking forward to it. Even though her pregnant belly demanded to be fed spicy food, her mouth still couldn't handle it. So, every time Lucy ate something spicy, she would also have to chug down a glass of milk while tears clouded her eyes. Yet she found that she couldn't stop eating it.

Unfortunately, that wave lasted the longest, three months to be exact, leading the way to the next craving.

Despite being pregnant, Lucy refused to stop going on jobs. She had more of a sideline duty now, and everyone was more adamant on keeping her away from the enemies, but at least she got to be there with her team.

On one of their jobs, she'd watched Natsu fight some robber. Flames lit up his fists as he delivered fiery punch after punch. Usually, Lucy's eyes would be glued to his toned, tanned arms and the way his muscles would be flexed, but she found her gaze occupied with something else.

Natsu's fire.

Drool gathered in the corner of her mouth as she watched, mesmerized by the way the fire flicked around his hand. It was so bright, so inviting, it had her mouth going dry. She'd seen her husband eat fire countless of times and she always wondered what it tasted like. And now, her curiosity had grown to a desperate need.

Once they apprehended the criminals, Lucy walked over to Natsu and the rest of their team. Grabbing his wrist, she gained his attention.

"What's up, Lucy?" he asked.

"Use your fire," she ordered, to which he quickly obliged. He took any chance he could get to use his magic.

Lucy's eyes sparkled at the sight of the orange fire dancing over his fist. The drool that had collected in the corner of her mouth now dripped down her chin, but she didn't bother wiping it away.

"I'm going to eat it," the girl said.

"Wait, what?" Gray asked. "Are you talking about Natsu's fire?" She nodded.

"Lucy, you can't eat that," Erza said, sweat-dropping. "Only Natsu can because he's a dragon slayer."

"I don't care. I'm going to eat it."

"Oh no, Lucy's having another weird craving!" Happy cried, flying all around them. "What do we do!?"

Natsu awkwardly chuckled while studying his wife. Cutting off his magic and ignoring the glare she gave him for doing so, he wrapped an arm around her. Honestly, pregnant Lucy was a bit scary. Saying no to her was worse than saying no to Erza. But eating fire would only hurt her, and he didn't want to see her hurt.

"Sorry, Luce. No fire for you," Natsu said, his face growing pale as she gave him an icy glare.

"I want fire," she replied, lifting his hand to her face. "Give me fire."

"Luuucy, that'll only hurt you!"

"We don't know that for sure."

Gray went to shove his hands in his pockets, realizing that he'd discarded his pants somewhere along the way. "Shit, where'd my pants go? Anyways, we do know that for sure, Lucy. You aren't a dragon slayer. You can't eat fire."

The team watched as angry pregnant Lucy turned into something much worse.

Crying pregnant Lucy.

In seconds, the blonde was bawling her eyes out, falling to her knees and covering her face with her hands. Her wails were loud enough to startle the birds from their trees. Everyone shared a worried glance, unsure of how to fix it.

"D-Don't cry, Lucy!" Natsu exclaimed, his voice higher-pitched in his panic. "You might not be able to eat fire, but I can get you a substitute! How's that sound?"

"A substitute?" she questioned, peeking at him through the cracks of her fingers.

"Yeah! I can give you something that fire tastes like!"

"What does fire taste like?"

Natsu opened his mouth to reply, but the words died in his throat. What did fire taste like? Honestly, he didn't have a clue. Fire tasted like fire, there really was no substitute. He just said that to get her to stop crying. But if she found out that he lied to her…

He was a goner.

Thinking of something quick, Natsu shouted, "S'mores! Fire tastes like s'mores!"

"S'mores?"

"Yep!"

"Why does it taste like s'mores?"

"I have no idea, but it does! Wanna go home and make some?"

The rest of the team watched, sweat dripping down their foreheads while they bit their fingernails. If Lucy didn't believe him, they were screwed.

Luckily, the girl's lips curled into a wide grin.

"Yeah! I love s'mores!"

And that was how they were able to save themselves that day.

Once the fire craving ended, it was time for the last wave. Similar to when Lucy craved Natsu's fire, now all she craved was Gray's ice.

She was in the third trimester of her pregnancy now, her belly bulging out as if she had stuffed a watermelon underneath her dress. With all of her symptoms hitting her at once, nobody had it in them to say no to the girl.

So, whenever she walked up to Gray, asking for ice, he would always oblige, making her a small chunk of ice she could munch on. She would always thank him and walk off with a pleasant smile on her face, informing the guild that the beast had been sedated for now. The process repeated multiple times throughout the day.

And it didn't stop outside the guild, either. One night, during the middle of the night, Gray's door was being banged against nonstop until he opened it to find Natsu and Lucy, the former's hair disheveled as he looked utterly exhausted.

"Gray…" Natsu croaked out. "Ice."

"Right now?" the ice-make mage asked, cracking a yawn. "It's like two in the morning!"

"The cravings don't stop for sleep. The cravings are forever."

Lucy held a hand out, demanding to be fed. Gray obliged, making another chunk of ice for the girl before opening the door wider.

"Why don't you guys sleep here for the night?" he suggested. "You're already here and I have a feeling these cravings aren't over just yet."

Natsu thanked him, taking a step into the house before collapsing on the floor, knocked out immediately. Meanwhile, Lucy sat beside Gray, humming as she munched on her 'meal.'

It only got worse from there. Every night after that, the two showed up outside their house, asking for ice. It got to the point where Natsu asked Gray to move in with them during the last month of the pregnancy so that they didn't have to walk to their house every night.

And so, after asking Juvia if it was alright, Gray found himself sleeping on the Dragneels' couch for the rest of the pregnancy. It turned out that even Juvia could be apart from him so long as it meant being apart from Lucy as well. With them banging on their door every night, Juvia wasn't getting any sleep either.

Lucy stepped out of the bedroom, holding a hand out.

Gray sighed, making her a Happy-shaped ice cube. As the girl thanked him and went on her way, he prayed that the cravings would end soon.

[tomeandflickcorner]

Episode Review- The Real Ghostbusters: Look Homeward, Ray

So, we had a Slimer centric and a Winston centric episode. Looks like it’s Ray’s turn, now.

We begin with the Ecto-1 pulling up to Grand Central Terminal, with Peter, Winston and Egon exiting the vehicle, their arms laden with various items.  It turns out that they’re there to see off Ray, who is taking some time off to visit his hometown of Morrisville.  Apparently, Morrisville has its own legendary monster called the Winged Puma, which I gather is their version of the Jersey Devil or something.  According to legend, the Winged Puma once terrorized the town of Morrisville in times long past, until it was somehow banished to the depths of the Earth.  And now, a Winged Puma Parade is held in Morrisville every ten years in commemoration of the local legend.  Ray’s visit, it turns out, coincides with the date of one of these parades.  Because he has been chosen to be the parade’s grand marshal.  This honor seems to have taken Ray by surprise, as everyone back home apparently never believed that he would ever amount to anything.  But I guess Ray’s fame as a Ghostbuster has made him something of a town hero, so take that, naysayers.

So Peter, Egon and Winston arrive at the station just in time to catch Ray before he boards the train.  They proceed to give him a sizable sack of articles, scrapbooks and even a film reel that focuses on what Ray does as a Ghostbuster, so Ray can show them off to the town.    Ray accepts the offerings from his friends, but then a slight disturbance erupts when Slimer, ignoring Peter’s instructions to wait in the car, flies up to give Ray a Stay Puft doll (and frightening a few civilians in the process).  This is obviously supposed to mirror how a small child might give their teddy bear to a parent who is going away for a few days. It’s made abundantly clear that Slimer is particularly sad to see Ray go, and nothing seems to cheer him up, even when Ray tries to reassure Slimer that he’ll only be 30 miles away and will be back in a few days.  (By the by, Morrisville, NY is actually 240 miles away from New York City according to Mapquest.  So either Ray is a big fat liar or someone on the show staff didn’t check their facts.)

Shortly after arriving in Morrisville, Ray is given this great big welcoming ceremony by the Morrisville Mayor.  (Though he ends up calling Ray ‘Roy,’ which was probably meant to indicate how Ray was previously seen as a nobody in this town.)  As the welcoming ceremony winds down, Ray is approached by two particular individuals.  The first is a woman called Elaine Phermon, who was Ray’s childhood crush. (And that crush is apparently still there, as indicated by the hearts that appear in Ray’s eyes.)  The other is a man called Alan Favish, who I guess used to bully Ray while claiming to be his friend.  Both Elaine and Alan take a little time to catch up with Ray.  Elaine tells Ray that she’d kept track of the Ghostbusters exploits mostly because of his involvement with them.  Alan, on the other hand, comments on how everyone once believed he would be going places while Ray would be the town nobody.  But now, it turns out Ray is a huge celebrity while Alan simply became a shoe salesman.  Although, this whole conversation does have a point, as it comes out that Elaine has recently inherited the old Pallo Mansion.  The only problem is that the Pallo Mansion is haunted and therefore she can’t place any tenants there, nor can she sell the place.  Seeing his opportunity to provide the people of his hometown with a little demonstration, Ray opens up the briefcase he’d brought with them, which ends up containing his Ghostbusting equipment.  Upon arriving at the mansion, Ray pulls out his PKE Meter and determines that the ghosts haunting the place are simply Class 2 Mini Wraiths, meaning they’re particularly weak ghosts.

However, as Ray begins to get to work in dealing with the Class 2 ghosts, we see a mysterious figure enter into a room elsewhere.  The mysterious figure climbs up a ladder to retrieve a spell book that was hidden on a shelf.  Upon opening the spell book, the figure recites a particular spell that seems to give the two ghosts a power boost.   While the episode is clearly making an attempt to keep the identity of the spell caster a mystery, it’s OBVIOUS who it is at this point.  Anyway, because of the spell that was cast, not only do the Pallo Mansion Ghosts grow in size and strength, Ray’s Proton Streams are ineffective against them.  As a result, they are able to effortlessly toss Ray aside and proceed to trash all the tents and stands that were erected for the Winged Puma Parade.  Once they’re done wreaking havoc, the Pallo Mansion Ghosts return to the mansion, leaving Ray to face the wrath of the Mayor, who is fuming over the property damage.  Especially since there’s not enough money left in the town treasury to cover the repairs. Out of nowhere, Alan pops up, offering to personally cover the cost of the repairs.  The Mayor accepts the offer, announcing that Alan will be the parade’s grand marshal instead of Ray.

Disheartened, Ray returns to the Firehouse.  After arriving, the guys all help him perform operation checks on Ray’s equipment and find that everything is operating normally. So there’s no explanation for why Ray failed to capture the Pallo Mansion Ghosts.  Unfortunately, this leaves Ray feeling as if the problem is him, despite Winston’s attempts at reassuring him that everyone has off days. Peter then states that it would be pretty foolish of Ray to go back to Morrisville in an attempt at proving something to the townsfolk (while whispering to Winston that he’ll bet him $5 that Ray will end up doing just that).  Sure enough, the next scene shows Ray sneaking through the woods leading up to the Pallo Mansion.  

As he’s making his way through the woods, he is startled by the sudden appearance of Elaine, who had heard someone moving about outside and came out with a flashlight to investigate.  Upon seeing Ray, she immediately decides to accompany him back to the Pallo Mansion.  Meanwhile, back at the Firehouse, Egon has discovered a note Ray had left behind to explain what he’s doing.  Which prompts him to wake up Peter and Winston (with the former announcing that Winston now owes him $5).  Egon, Peter and Winston all head out to Morrisville in the Ecto-1 to join Ray and give him assistance.  They arrive just when Ray is pretty much getting the stuffing knocked out of him, as his efforts in catching the Pallo Mansion Ghosts only end up with his head getting shoved through an old painting.  However, when the other Ghostbusters arrive on the scene, the not-so mysterious spell caster returns, secretly reversing the spell he cast earlier. This results in the Pallo Ghosts reverting back to their naturally weak state, making it all too easy for them to be caught.

Of course, this just leaves Ray feeling like an even bigger failure, since his teammates were effortlessly able to catch ghosts that gave him such trouble.  As a result, he decides to quit the team, practically running off in tears.  The others all run after him and try to get him to reconsider.  But Ray is too disheartened to rethink his decision.  That’s when Alan suddenly appears on the scene, apparently out on a morning jog.  He announces that he couldn’t help overhearing Ray’s decision to quit the Ghostbusters (with nobody questioning how he was apparently able to overhear, since he couldn’t possibly have been within earshot when Ray made his announcement), and immediately offers Ray a job at his shoe store.

Ray ends up taking the job at Alan’s shoe store.  Which, for some reason, requires him to dress up in a pink bunny suit.  (Think A Christmas Story.)  However, Winston, Peter and Egon haven’t given up trying to get Ray to come back to the team.  Though their efforts are pretty much fruitless, as Ray simply hands Winston his Proton Pack.  While apparently becoming a telepath, as his mouth doesn’t move when he announces that they can use the relinquished Proton Pack for parts.  (Someone on the animation team clearly fell asleep.) Winston, however, refuses to accept Ray’s Proton Pack, insisting on leaving it hanging up nearby.

With that, Egon announces that they’re wasting their time, and all but drags Peter and Winston off.  Though Egon isn’t really giving up in trying to figure out how to get Ray to come back to the team.  He simply knows that Ray is too despondent to listen to them.  So they need to come up with another tactic.  (Although, when Peter firmly tells him that electric shock isn’t an option, Egon immediately announces that they’ll go with Plan B instead. Which makes me wonder what exactly Plan A was.  Not to mention chuckle a bit over how well Peter knows Egon.)

Plan B apparently involves disguising Slimer by wrapping him up in an old mattress, desk lamps and whatnot and making it look like some new sort of ghost is chasing them in the Ecto-1, with them staging the performance outside the shoe store so Ray could see what’s going on.  And it nearly works, as Ray doesn’t hesitate to grab his Proton Pack when he sees that his friends appear to be in trouble. Unfortunately, the ruse is revealed when an ice cream truck just happens to pass by.  And Slimer, unable to resist, gives himself away.  (Although, I was admittedly surprised that he actually ends up eating the fiberglass ice cream cone that resided on top of the truck. I can’t imagine that tasted good.) Once Ray realizes that it was all a trick, he returns to the shoe store, feeling as miserable as ever.

Sometime later, Ray is in the middle of trying to sell shoes to a rather hard-to-please customer.  He is surprised when Elaine pays him a visit.  She tells him that she doesn’t think any less of him for his earlier failures, stating that the fact that he tried is what makes him a real hero in her eyes.  While Elaine is there, they stumble across the spell book hidden among the shelves of the shoe store by chance.  As such, it’s revealed that the mysterious spell caster from earlier was Alan.  (Big fat duh!)  Right away, Ray finds the spell Alan used to power up the Pallo Mansion Ghosts.  It turns out the spell that was used surrounds the ghosts with negative energy, which explains why Ray’s Proton Pack was unable to have any effect on them earlier. Because the Proton Packs work on positive energy.

Unfortunately, there’s an even bigger problem now.  When Alan lifted the Negative Energy spell from the Pallo Mansion Ghosts, the spell didn’t just go away.  It instead made its way underground, where it awoke the Winged Puma from its slumber.  And the Winged Puma emerges from the street in the middle of the parade.  To make it worse, when Alan tries to stop the Winged Puma with his spell book, he ultimately failed, with the spell book getting destroyed when the Winged Puma started to shoot out fireballs from its mouth.

Ray quickly manages to join up with Egon, Peter and Winston, who are trying to stop the Winged Puma with their Proton Packs to no avail.  Ray quickly tells them that the reason their Proton Streams are ineffective is because the Winged Puma is surrounded by negative energy.  Fortunately, Ray has an idea.  After borrowing a screwdriver from Mr. Johnson’s shop, he literally reverses the polarity of the neutron flow on the Proton Packs (Long-time Doctor Who fans will probably get a kick out of this). Ray’s plan seems to work, as it results in the Winged Puma getting driven off.  But the Ghostbusters know that they shouldn’t let the monster get away, as it would probably come back later or move on to terrorize another town. So they rig up a makeshift hot air balloon, using the parade balloon of Ray and the giant shoe from Alan’s parade float, to go after the Winged Puma.  In the end, they are able to capture the monster in a Ghost Trap.  

Once the day is saved, Elaine is able spell it out to the few viewers who couldn’t figure things out on their own- that Alan has tried to set things up the way he did to make Ray look bad, because he was jealous of Ray’s success.  But because his plan backfired on him, Alan is now an even bigger disgrace than he was before, as he’s left to try and repair his shoe store (which was demolished during the Winged Puma’s rampage) on his own, as the insurance company probably wouldn’t buy his explanation on what caused the damage.  The Mayor also approaches Ray to apologize for everything, also offering to make Ray the parade grand marshal again.  Because the parade is going to go on.  Except Ray freaks out a bit when he sees a float bearing the likeness of the Winged Puma and he mistakenly fires his Proton Pack at it, destroying the float in the process.  Thankfully, his honest mistake is laughed off, and Ray even gets a kiss on the cheek from Elaine.

While the plot is a bit predictable, with a completely failed attempt at hiding the identity of the mysterious spell caster, it’s still a pretty good attempt at giving Ray the spotlight.  Though it’s anyone’s guess how Alan got this spell book in the first place.  And much like how it was with Samhain, I’m curious over who exactly was responsible for initially stopping the Winged Puma in the past.  It’s a shame those answers will probably never be answered.

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