#it's kinda not his fault that he's a cartoon character. kinda. but he knows how to lean into it.

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

the implications....

folie a deux meaning / folie a deux album cover / pete's bear hat(s)

[j-u-u-z-o]

“A Snoozing Experiment” (Kisuke Urahara x F. Reader) NSFW‼️ 18+

AN: Hey guys! This is another kisuke scenario that randomly popped up in my mind right after I posted Kenny’s birthday fic last Christmas. I’ve never written something like this before. I kinda felt anxious about writing this new “kink” for this guy but I just know he’s the perfect person for it + he’d be down for it. I’m a pure person — end of discussion. I learn new things everyday lol. Anyway~ enjoy and Happy (late) Valentine’s Day! 😊 ❤️

Synopsis: This clingy guy just wants to try something different with his girlfriend. Is she willing to give him a chance?

WARNING: 18+, just an experimental guy *wiggles eyebrows*, NSFW‼️, kinky, oral f.receiving, Slight Male dom, smut, lazy reverse cowgirl, GRAMMAR

Extra note: the vibes of this scenario is whispering or low voice — you’ll find out why! 🫢 + I linked the outfit reader is wearing in the story!

Take your time reading due to pacing! It’s long but it’s Kisuke’s fault! He takes over my mind sometimes. enjoy! ❤️😇

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“This party is unauthorized! It is interfering with my 23 hours of beauty sleep!”

“You may want to shoot for 24.”

The living room suddenly filled laughter and after a certain blue character spoke to an older funny looking woman in the tv screen. The sources of laughter came from the two kids who were watching a kids tv show on an early Saturday morning.

Jinta and Ururu.

“Don’t you go anywhere! We’ll be right back with “the fosters home for imaginary kids in just an about a second. Right here, on Cartoon Network!”

“Bloo is one hell of a guy! I wanna be like him when I grow up.” Jinta shouted, revealing his canine teeth while he was pointing at the small screen. “Don’t cha think, Ururu?!” He turned and shouted at the shy young girl with two pigtails — sitting right next to him. “Right?! Right!?”

“J-jinta!” Ururu whined, turning away from the loud kid. “You’re too loud! I’m sitting right next to you!” She pouted and crawled next to a strange man dressed in a green kimono and is wearing a green striped bucket hat. Kisuke Urahara. “Yeeeaaah! Yeeeeaaah!” The redhead boy shouted, jumping up and down with a wide toothy smile. “Maa. Maa. Jinta. are you sure about that?” Kisuke asked, fanning his paper fan at the young boy to calm down. “Of course! I’M. A. MAN.” He pointed to his chest confidently. “Ma. Ma~.” Kisuke gave a breathless chuckle, “Maybe you should learn from Tessai-San and I — a thing or two about how to be a good man.” He chuckled, pointing sharply at the older man who was sitting against the wall behind jinta. “Hmmm.”Tessai nodded in agreement.

“Wha-“ jinta frowned, but quickly turned back to the television screen when the show came back on.

“And how to especially be more mindful of y/n-chan.” He mumbled lowly, hiding his mouth behind his fan. Of course, the redhead haired boy wasn’t paying attention to him since he was more focused on the show. “What was that Boss?” Tessai looked at him from across the room. “E-yaaa~ nothing, nothing ~ Tessai-San .” He chuckled, lowering his folded fan a bit, smiling at the man from a distance. Now that he mentioned it, you were watching tv with them about two hours ago but went back upstairs lay down for a bit. Kisuke thought about this in silence while his eyes were hidden under his hat, as he stared at the tv screen.

He quickly closed his fan and put it back somewhere in his green kimono and uncrossed his legs. “Hm? Boss?” Tessai said, curious about the shopkeeper’s sudden movements. “I’ll be right back. I want to check up on y/n-chan.” He said, standing up to brush his green pants and walking out of the small living room. “Please look out for the kids, Tessai-San” He said to the older man, dismissing himself. “Yes, boss.” Tessai nodded and turned his attention to the tv screen. Kisuke smiled shortly before turning to the staircase.

He hummed while he walked up the steps until he got to his bedroom door. Quietly, he slid the door open and smiled. “There you are.” He whispered to himself, watching you in his bed sleeping. He walked into the room slowly and closed the sliding door behind him. He turned back around and carefully walked to the other side of the bed where you were sound asleep. With each step he took, the sounds of the wooden floors creaked a bit until he reached his destination. He leaned over and noticed how peaceful you looked in your state of unconsciousness. Beautiful. No, Angelic. He watched how your body rose and fell. Your gentle breaths came out softly and slowly. A small smile crept up on his face and his hand reached out to your lower back. He caressed it while he admired your natural beauty. “Mm.” You groaned, feeling the warm source on your bare skin. Your head shifted on the pillow as you were trying to open your eyes. His hand slid side to side, gently.

You opened one of your eyes to see who was caressing you and it was none other than your boyfriend. “Kisuke?” You said sleepily, blinking slowly to get a better look at the man in the murky room. “Hey there, princess.” He mumbled, resting his hand on your lower back, smiling at how cute you look in your awoken state. “What’s happened?” You yawned, still trying to fight the urge to go back to sleep. “Hm? Oooh. nothin’. Just wanted to check in on you.” He said, looking at you softly. “Oh.” You sighed, “how’re the kids?” “They’re fine.” He smiled softly, feeling a warm sensation in his chest. He loves how you think of the two kids as if they were your own.

“Hm. That’s good.” You sighed again, your sleepy eyes looking at the man while your head remained on the pillow. A comfortable wave of silence followed while the two of you gazed at each other. You reached out a hand and caressed the side of his neck. “You okay?” You asked, your soft hand mimicking the way his hand gently caressed your lower back earlier. “Mhmm.” He hummed in agreement while your dainty fingers gently scratches his bristled face. “Did you hear what jinta said?” “Hm…No? What did he say?” You mumbled, curious about what the rowdy young boy said; you were sleeping. He hummed. Thankful that jinta’s loud voice didn’t wake you up. “He said he wants to be like Bloo when he grows up.” You giggled at the thought of him being like that character. “He’s so silly!” You snorted, your hand dropped onto the pillow to rest it while you continued giggling.

“Yaa…he’s too much.” he sighed. “Do you want anything to eat, baby?” He asked, still looking out for you, caressing your back again. You shook your head. “You sure?” You nodded with a soft smile until it dropped when you felt his hand grab your ass cheek, sneakily. “Hey!” You frowned. He gave a throaty chuckle. Of course! you forget that he’s a pervert —sometimes. “You sure?” He smirked, still chuckling until you smacked his hand away from your covered ass cheek. “Maaa. You’re so cruel, y/n-chan.” He pouted, Rubbing his hand as if it really hurt. “I thought you were checking on me but I guess not.” You said, already annoyed by his childish behavior. “I was! I can’t help it, baby. Your shorts look so cute. It even fits your ass perfectly.” He continued, gazing at the ruffled cartoon printed cows on your shorts. “Just how I like it. It even says “moo” on all over it”. He added, unashamedly staring at your plump cheek peaking under the shorts. “Good lord.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes and turning your head to the other side of the pillow — focusing your attention on something else. which is going back to sleep. “Enough. I’m okay, kisuke.” You said, closing your eyes, not wanting to fall into his trap; not sure if you were already in it in the first place. You sighed. He’s a tricky guy you mentally noted. But you love him for what he is — which defeats the point. “Go annoy someone else. It’s too early for that.”

“Hoo…my love is so mean.” He whined playfully. “I just wanted to check up on you—” “You did.” You cut him off. “Now let me sleep. In peace.” You sounded annoyed. A mischievous smile crept up on his face while his eyes hid under his hat. “Sure~” he chuckled breathlessly. You hummed. Feeling relieved that he’s going to leave you alone. However, a sudden shift on the bed stopped you from attaining victory when you felt something dip into the bed. The odd sensation was making you feel uneasy that You opened one of your eyes and saw a familiar hand land on the side of your pillow, blonde hair shifting a bit from your peripheral, and the feeling of a soft fabric brushing your back and your legs. it was your annoying ass boyfriend again. who was caging you from above, on all fours. A vein popped in your temple and you closed your eyes and took a deep breath to calm yourself; you really wanted to push him off the bed so so bad.

On all fours, kisuke looked down at you with a mischievous grin on his face. You looked like a piece of meat laying below him —ready to be eaten. He bent down and slid his right arm under you — resting his hand on your tummy. His chest rested on your smooth back and he looked over to the left to see your pretty annoyed face. His hand felt so warm on your skin well as his chest on your back that it made you flutter inside. You ignored him though. “Y/n.” He said, wanting your attention. No answer. He chuckled. He knows you’re awake. “Were you dreaming about me while I was gone?” “In your dreams, kisuke.” You mumbled annoyingly, your eyes still closed, refraining yourself from pushing him away. Even though it’s a bit too late to escape from his embrace. “Of course!” He whispered, “I’m quite a catch, you see.” He said, looking at you lovingly, “I should be in your dreams though.” He smiled softly. “Hmph. Why?” You said, feeling his warm weight applied on your back and his chest rub against your smooth skin. He chuckled and your eyebrow twitched. “Because~!” He whispered playfully, “I’m your extremely handsome and perverted shopkeeper, baby.” He smiled, nuzzling his face in your neck. “S-shut up.” You giggled softly, feeling his bangs brush your cheek and his lips graze your neck, softly.

kisuke remained in this position for several minutes while he cuddled you. Embracing your warmth. You liked it too. But you didn’t want to admit it. “Get off me.” You words came out slurred as yours eyes were starting to get heavy with sleepiness again. He chuckled. “Maaa…” he breathed out, you felt it brush your neck. “You’re so cranky, y/n-chan~~” “Yeah because you’re too hot. I’m literally sweating on my back.” You added as sleep was taking over your mind. “Why thank you~” he lifted his face from your neck. “that wasn’t a compliment.” You mumbled. “Sure it was~” he gave a throaty chuckle, looking at your soft lips. You ignored him. “Hmmm.” He hummed, leaning over to your lips. His lips met yours gently. Nibbling it softly until you gave in. Your lips wrapped around his slowly and steadily. Hearing the soft lip smacking sounds echoing in each of your ears. He gave a throaty groan and tilted his head more so his lips could fully grasp yours while your head remained on the pillow. “Mm.” You moaned, His warm exhales brushed your face while his lips massaged yours.

A few minutes passed, and you had forgotten why you were annoyed at him. since his kisses were expertly distracting you. His messy hair kept tickling your left cheek while he explored your plump lips. Your mind was still fighting the urge to go back to sleep. However, that got intercepted when his crafty tongue slipped into your mouth — searching for yours. “Mm!” You whimpered, your hips jolted up and you gasped in between the gentle tongue kissing when you felt his hand sneak into your shorts and cup your bare pussy. “Mmmm.” You moaned, the source feeling so warm and comforting on your pussy that you began kissing him a bit deeply. Ultimately, failing to protest his sneakiness. Kisuke laid his head on the same pillow — his face closer to yours, while he kissed your needy lips and rested his hand right where it belonged. “Mmmm.”You moaned softly in the kisses, relishing the sensations of when he began caressing your pussy slowly. Up and down. “K-kisuke.” You breathed out, the sheet shifted under your feet due to spreading your legs apart underneath him, to feel more of his warmth on your flesh.

Your cheeks were feeling so hot that you broke away from the kiss and pushed the side of your face deeper into the pillow and whined from the extremely warm source. “Ahhh.” You panted, Your body was relishing the fluttering sensations from his measured ministrations. He watched you up close while he slowly grazed your pussy. Deeply observing you while earning gratified sighs from your plump lips and your natural beauty expressing such pure satisfaction. His cock twitched under his green pants — at the sight of you being this way in just a matter of seconds.

After a while, you began rolling your hips in up and down to get some friction from his palm. It rubbed against your clit pleasantly. His rough skin grazing your clit so well. His breath hitched when he felt your ass rub against his covered cock. He leaned back on one hand to see the way your neediness was rubbing off on him. He stared hard at how his covered cock was getting shifted around by your covered ass. He gave a throaty moan whenever the tip randomly dipped in between it and slid up against it. “Ahh.” He panted in a low voice, his cock twitching from the soft friction between the fabrics and your warm ass. With his legs on either side of your own, he dug his knees into the mattress and pushed his hips down and slowly rolled his hips up against your ass, to feel the feather-light frictions on his twitching cock. His gasps echoed in your ears whenever you circled your hips up and down until you felt his girth pushed in between your ass cheeks. A breathless moan came from him when he felt your warmth embrace the tip. His breathless moans brushed your back that you shyly brought your left hand close to your mouth and blushed.

The two of you moaned in tandem while you pleased one another. “Mmmm.” He hummed, circling his hips relentlessly to not lose the sheer friction of his cock hugged in between your ass. The rhythmic rolling of his hips felt so good on you. Making you feel needy for more of his touch. Your right hand reached down to cup his hand that was rubbing your pussy. You bent it and you started to grind against his fingers. “Mmph.” You moaned softly on the pillow, your clit throbbing from the sheer sensation of his rough pads. To reward you, he began flicking his fingers to help you to get off. “Ah.” You sighed, circling your hips for more until his fingers were starting to get covered by your warm arousal. “Oooh.” He quivered, relishing the tingling sensation as he pushed his hips down deeply and bucked against your ass in a steady pace. The tip poking in between your ass so well that he was getting harder by the minute. “Oooh…baby~” he breathed out. You whimpered. If you could only see the way he looked above you. His eyes shut as he but his bottom lip and then letting out gratified moans as he gently bucked his hips. He was in pure ecstasy — just from dry humping you. But you could only tell just from how good his hips felt circling against your ass. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Soon after, he ripped his hand out of your shorts and quickly got off the bed. You whined when you felt the sudden shift of the bed and the absence of his warm embrace. "Mmmm." You whined again, hearing him walk away from bed. You raised your head from the pillow — one of the straps on your top fell down your shoulder when you turned back to see where he was going. You didn't want him to leave you alone, now.

"Kis-"

Clack! The sound came from lock of the sliding door.

"Oh." You sighed, watching him lock the door with his back facing you. You gasped when he turned around and took off his green kimono top. His happy trail caught your attention. Especially, the tip of hip of his noticeably hard cock poking through his pants. You were staring down at the source not knowing that you were breathing a bit heavily. "See what you like?" He gave a knowing smirk when he caught you. He slowly walked back to the bed — letting it hang and swing up as he so. Your neck was beginning to strain while you still looked at his covered cock poking around in the green fabric — searching for you while you laid flat on your stomach. A grin never left his face as he crawled slowly into the bed. The bed dipped by his weight as he so. You gulped slowly without leaving his grey eyes — looking up at the man, speechless.

He gave a throaty chuckle and lowered himself on your back. “I love the way you look at me like that.” He whispered closely, moving his hand up and gently wrapping it around your neck, caressing it. The feather-light grazes on your neck was fluttering all over your body. He leaned closely to your face and said, “There’s something I’ve been wanting to try.” He muttered, his fingers brushing your neck softly. “For you.” He whispered before leaving soft pecks on your left shoulder. You shivered when he slid his hand down from your neck and gently pulled the strap off your right shoulder. “What do you think, baby?” He asked, waiting for you to answer as he slowly pushed his hips down against your ass. “You can go back to sleep and I’ll be quiet as an owl.” He added. You nodded and laid your head down on the pillow. He kissed your temple as a “thank you” and leaned back.

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Quiet as a bird, kisuke meant what he said. The soft and wet lips grazed your smooth skin as he kissed your back. The gentle kisses sounded faint yet you could hear a gentle pop from his lips as he so. Taking his sweet time. Ultimately, your exhales came out soft - you were already feeling sleepy again. After a while, he peppered you all the way down to your lower back and sat up — staring at the waistline of your pajama shorts. His slid his hands up from underneath and gently kneaded your ass. His thumbs massaging the crevices of your cheeks as he so. “Mm.” You whimpered, still sleeping but aware of his ministrations. He gave a throaty giggle and playfully jiggled it around earning an another sleep-like whimper from you. “Don’t worry. I just want to see something.” He mumbled, pushing the hem of your shorts up and leaning forward to kiss your ass cheek. He kneaded them again and leaned over to kiss the other cheek and bit his bottom lip. Slowly, he pushed the material aside to get a full view of those cheeks. Licking his lips, he slowly spreads them apart. He pulled back and licked his lips again as he stared at your rear and your cunt. Without a doubt, he leaned in and left a soft, warm and wet kiss on the ring of your rear. You gasped and he did it again with his eyes shut. His kissed it gently — listening to his lips smack against the skin softly. “Ugh.” You panted, relishing warm lips kissing it gently. He pulled back to see his a work for a second and went back in. “O-oh.” You breathed out on the pillow, tucking your lips and licking them. Kisuke kissed it deeply as he held your cheeks apart. The sounds of his deep kisses started to echo in your ears as he so. Making your lips tremble as you panted. He pulled back again and saw your rear glistening in the sun-lit room. You felt a bit strange about this new feeling but your stomach was fluttering, nonetheless. The warm and wet sensation felt good. He smirked as he looked at your rear throbbing in front of him. Clearly, you’re enjoying it.

He dived back in and stuck his tongue out. “Unh!” You quivered, feeling the appendage lick on the center of it. He looked up at you as he so. Circling the wet muscle against your throbbing rear. You gripped the pillow and whimpered. It felt way too good. You spread your legs apart. The tingling sensations were dancing around your body, feverishly. Making your pussy throb. “K-kisuke.” You breathed heavily, feeling his tongue flicking against it, gently. “Aaahh.” You hissed, rolling your hips back up against it. Your rough grunt were music to his ears as he circles his tongue around your rear messily while his eyes were shut and gave it a loud kiss. He leaned back and brought his finger up and rubbed it, gently. “Mmmmm.” You moaned, throbbing from the gentle strokes on your rear, making you arch your hips. He grinned softly as he spreads his saliva around it. “How’s that feel?” He looked up at you, sitting up to see your flushed face. “Good?” He asked, spreading the wetness down to your pussy and rubbing your folds with his fingers. You felt shy to answer him. So you nodded shyly. Throbbing against his crafty fingers. “Im glad.” He smirked, leaning down. He brought his hands up to the waistline of your shorts and pulled it down. You didn’t protest. He threw it to the side of the bed and gently pushed your left leg up. “Just go back to sleep, baby.” He said, spreading your cheeks out and tilting his head to explore your pretty pussy. His forefinger dipped into your folds and glider it up and down slowly. Spreading your pussy open. He then brought two digits up to leave it open and leaned in to kiss your pussy. He kissed it again and again — softly yet deeply. “U-unnh~” you moaned, your mouth slightly ajar as kissed your needy lips. Soon after, he dipped his tongue into your folds and slid it up to your clit. Your breath hitched and you grabbed the the side of the pillow. “Uuuughh.” You groaned, relishing the tingling sensations of his tongue exploring your pussy so well. He kneaded your ass and smacked your left ass check as he circled your cunt. He flicked it side to side and glided it up to your clit and circled it the pulsating nub.

Feeling too hot, you lifted your head from the pillow and relished the way he expertly explored your throbbing pussy. Your lips trembled and your mouth widened when he flicked your clit. Lean up a bit and roll your hips against the warm muscle you know too well. “Oh!” You twitched, dropping your face in the pillow as you bucked your hips against his tongue with good measure. Your hands gripped the pillow as you breathed heavily into pillow. “Oh fuck~” you whined, your clit throbbing as you rode it, slowly. You heavy pants echoed in his ears as he was lost in his task — drunken by your wet puffy pussy. “Mmmmmm.” You bit your bottom lip, moving your hips back against the warm muscle as he sticked it in your cunt — but not going in completely. He gave a guttural moan when he felt your cunt clench his tongue. “Oh yeah~.” You moaned, wanting him to go deeper. But he didn’t. Of course. He loves to tease you. You hand reached out and grabbed the back of his head to keep him there and you rolled your hips up and down against the appendage. “Mmm~” you hummed erotically. “Haaa…yeah~” You sang out breathlessly, clenching around his tongue to push it in deeper. The wet sounds of his tongue fucking your cunt rang in his ears as you so. He watched as it entered your sobbing cunt. Which seemed extremely lewd. He didn’t mind. Your warm arousal covered with his saliva smothered his mouth and dripped on the sheets. “Oh yeah~baby~” you breathed out, rolling your hips in circles.

Ah!” You gasped. His tongue wriggled in your cunt and you saw stars. You leaned on your elbows on the pillow and rode the crafty muscle, feverishly. “Ah! Ah!” You panted, twitching as your clit was throbbing from the overtaking sensation that you cummed in seconds. You dropped your hips down on the bed and breathed heavily into the pillow — still pulsating from the fierce relief. “Ooooh.” You moaned, his lips moving around your soaked throbbing pussy to drink you up. The wet kisses echoed in the room as he so. “Mmmm.” He hummed, smothering his mouth against your pussy messily. He was hungry. He licked your pussy with so much want — the sounds of his ministrations ringing in his ears. “O-ooh!” You gasped.” K-kisuke!” You whispered loudly, twitching as you were cumming again He sucked his breath and pulled back. The stings of his saliva and your arousal stretched out and fell on the sheets and from his bristled chin. He smacked your ass roughly. You whined lazily. “Ugh. God help me.” Post orgasm taking over your mind. He chuckled and leaned over. He suddenly kissed you deeply. You whimpered at the sudden action and tasted your yourself as he so. His tongue expertly glided with yours, lovingly. “Mmm.” He groaned, his hand reaching down your ass and dipping it between your cheeks — his fingers rubbing your soaked pussy and then smacking it gently. The gentle slapping sounds rang in your guy’s ears.

After a while, Your back started to ache. You turned around and spread legs apart and wrapped them around his waist and went back to kissing him passionately. The cool air brush your soaked pussy as you so. He lowered his hips down— pushing your thighs back. “Oh” you gasped, your pussy throbbing when the covered tip poked your clit. You looked down and saw the fat covered tip laying right on your puffy clit. Your mouth slightly ajar, you pushed your hips up to it. your clit began to pulsate as you felt the pressure gently push your clit down — making you shiver. “Unh.” You moaned lowly, already brushing your clit against the covered tip, steadily. Up and down — not breaking away from the warm friction. “Ha…ha…” you hiccuped, relishing the fluttering sensations of your puffy clit pulsating lovingly from the feather light strokes it was feeling. He gave a soft chuckle and rolled his hips down. “Ah!” You sighed, The soft fabric was brushing against your folds and your clit — making you shudder. You kept hiccuping as he so. it felt so good. Your dainty hands reached up to brace him by his arms. Gently holding on to him as He watched you slowly falling apart, again.

Your body was getting rocked up slowly by his own. “Mmmm.” You hissed, pushing your head back against the pillow. Your mouth widened slowly. you couldn’t form any words as he grinds against your needy pussy. his pants was getting smothered by your sloppy pussy, lovingly. He bent forward and nuzzled his face in your neck. You raised it to give him all the room you wanted to give to kiss your neck while circled his hips down against you. “Unh.” You shuddered, his soft lips grazed your skin gently while your toes were clenching from his perfectly measured thrusts of his tip rubbing against your throbbing clit. A few minutes later, You began rolling your hips up with good measure. His tip kept remained on your clit, lovingly as you so. “Oooooh.” You drawled, your clit was pulsating endlessly. “Fuck.” You whispered, working your hands up to rest on his broad shoulders. You enjoyed the way your body rocked up and down. Slowly yet steadily. relishing your warm arousal smother your soaked pussy messily. Your soft moans came out rhythmically with each stroke — earning a few gentle pecks on your favorite spot of your neck. Making your pulse flutter quickly. “Mmm. Kisuke...” you breathed out, sliding your hands down to his ass. “Oh…baby.” You sighed, looking up at him with pure satisfaction as you grabbed it, gently. Your toes curled from the sensations. However, he quickly pulled away from your neck and sat up. You were about to pout. He smirked and slowly pulled down the waistline of his pants. Your eyes were automatically glued down to his fingers. His grin widened when he pulled out his cock, slowly. Teasing you until it flings out.

You eyes widened from the sudden movement. All bushed — Curved and thick with a few veins around it and a pink mushroom tip. How lovely. You mentally noted. Your eyes never ripped away from his hand as He stroked it. His grey orbs glanced down at your sloppy pussy glistening before him. Both of you were “star struck” in the thick atmosphere. You could only imagine how good he’d feel when once he gets inside of you. But he enjoys taking his time. You looked up at him and pulled him closer to you. He followed. You rolled your hips up and rubbed your glistening pussy against the warm source. The soft skin was grazing your folds and your clit made you twitch. “Mm!” You throbbed, looking down at your pussy stroking his girth. He watched as you so. “Look at you.” He said, observing his cock getting embraced and covered by yours slick folds. “You’re so needy, baby.” He mumbled lowly, watching his cock twitching against your pussy. He leaned over to kiss your soft lips as he took of his pants and you pulled your strap top down to your waist. You giggled when you saw his pants hanging around his right ankle. due to him being impatient to take it off completely. You kept giggling at the man when he went back to kissing your lips.

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The sounds of the mattress creaking below you echoed in the room. His hands gripped your knees from underneath and your hands on either side of your head. Your pussy looked so pretty in his eyes. Full spread, soaked, and perfectly sandwiching thick cock. “Mmmm.” You moaned softly, getting rocked by his ministrations while your breasts bounced gently from his gentle pace. “Oooh.” He groaned, listening to your sticky arousal ring in his ears as he so, covering his cock so much. “Haaa~” you breathed out, grounding your hips up to meet his strokes glide through your folds, slowly. Soft groans and whispered praises bounced off the walls. After a while, he bent over and rolled his hips to your own. the bed creaked roughly yet slowly. A gratified sighed left your lips as you pushed your head back deeply into the pillow. The thick sounds of your arousal echoed in your ears as he so. “Yeah…” you praised him, resting your hands on his neck, relishing the warmth rubbing against your soaked pussy as he pushed your hips deeper into the bed and started to kiss you deeply.

Hypnotized by his deep kisses, he increased his pace by bucking his hips against you. “Mm!” You whimpered, quickly rolling yours up in tandem to not lose any of the tingly frictions. You grabbed his ass as you so — moaning breathlessly in the kisses. “Ahh…yeah.” You broke away from the heated kiss and looked down to see both of your ministrations. You watched your wet pussy getting slapped by his girth while His thighs slapping against yours. The wet sloppy sounds grew louder and louder when you started bucking your hips up feverishly. “Agh!” You quivered when your clit was getting slammed from a good angle — upwards. The sounds were filled with grunts and wetness. “Mm-unh!” You whined, your nailed digging in his arms, getting closer to your release. You started twitching underneath his watchful eyes — arching your back and pushing your shoulders back into the pillow. Your mouth agape, you grounded yours hips and let him slam his hips against you, quickly. Your pussy started pulsating with excitement as you remained grounded. Soon after, a quick violent rush of relief rushed through your body and you began spurting your fluids as he slammed his cock against your soaking pussy. You wished there was a big mirror to see him slamming his hips against you, his balls slapping your ass, and the mess you were making splattering on your pussy. “U-uunghh” you drawled lowly, feeling putty while your legs were dangling in the air, and you kept releasing your fluids. The filthy sounds splattered all over his midsection, and yours pouring down your hips and down your ass as he so. “Mm!” You whimpered, looking in between the splashes of your mess covering you two until he slowed down. “Haaa….fuck.” You panted, trying to cool down. He chuckled and bent over to kiss you deeply. Your hands brushed his hair messily as he so. Your lips smacked against his with passionately — ringing between you two.

You were starting to feel sleepy from the post-orgasm. “Mm.” You moaned softly, circling your hips, feeling your clit get stroked lovingly by the mushroom tip, since the cool down was still taking a while to dissolve. Your fingers bumped his hat and you frowned. Still kissing the man, you opened your eyes and stared at the green source in disbelief. “Take that stupid thing off!” You blurted out, ripping it off his head and throwing it back somewhere in the room. “I can’t believe you had that thing on. Christ.” You mumbled. “Hm?” He leaned back a bit and looked at you in surprise. “Get off me! You mumbled annoyingly. “Aren’t you sweating up there?” You pointed out. He chuckled at your cute pouty face. “Maa~ I thought you wanted to go back to sleep, y/n~” he smiled, looking at you expectantly. You looked away from him. Escaping his knowing gaze, you shut your eyes. He knows you’re blushing — inside. He gave a throaty chuckle and stroked your thighs from underneath. “just say you love me, y/n-chan~”. He added, playfully teasing you. You forced open your eyes — staring sharply at the cunning man in front of you. “Shut the-“

Clomp…

Clomp…

Clomp…

“Hmm?” He slowly blinked his eyes and looked away from you and turned his head back. You stared at his long structured neck. Then his collarbone and back up to his jawline while he stared at the closed sliding door. That’s hot. You mentally noted. The slow footsteps came from the very creaky wooden staircase. It sounded like someone was coming up from downstairs.

Clack…clack…clack….

Kisuke listened to the slow foot steps and remained still while he waited for the next step. He thought that it was ururu that wanted him to come back downstairs. However, the footsteps stopped in front of his bedroom door.

Knock…knock.

“Yes?” He said, curiously.

“Excuse me…Urahara-Dono.” The gruff voice came from the other side of the door. “Oooh~.” He chuckled. “Tessai-San. Is there something wrong?” “No. I’m making a little snack for the kids and want to ask if you would like some?” He asked. Kisuke turned to you and whispered if you wanted some but you shook your hood as a “no”. He turned his head back to the door and said, “A-ahh. No thank you, tessai-San.” “Is y/n okay?.” He asked politely. “Yes, yes. She’s okay. She’s still getting her beauty sleep.” “Does she want some-” “Oh! Wait!” He grabbed an empty glass cup and quickly got off the bed. In nude form.

“I almost forgot.” He said, turning back to put on his green robe. You sighed and watched him walk to the door. You’re so wet and still sleepy. But, you still had some energy to let him to flip you over and turn you upside down. With your legs still spread open, you hand slid down to your pussy and you dipped a finger into your cunt — but not all the way in. You saw the long strings of your arousal stretch while you were looking at it. Glistening on your fingertips. You brought it down and spread it on your clit. You did it again; listening to the light wet sounds of your arousal in your cunt and spreading on your pussy. On the other hand, “could you fill this up for me?” He opened the sliding door a little bit and quickly outstretched his arm reached to give Tessai the glass cup. “Hmmm.” The spectacle guy nodded in agreement. “I’ll be going, then.” “Yeees~ just leave it by the door” kisuke said, poking his head out the door, watching him go down the stairs and far away. “Good.” He sighed, closing the door and then locking it. “He’ll back with a cup of water for you, y/n cha-” he froze, watching your finger your soaked cunt slowly. “You’re a very interesting one, y/n-chan.” He smirked, taking off his robe as he walked to the side of the bed. You stared at his cock swaying until he got to your side. “Mmm.” You moaned, sitting up and facing it the sheath. You slowly wrapped your mouth around the mushroom tip and sucked it gently. “Ahh.” He moaned lowly, relishing soft warm lips around it. You bobbed your head slowly as you sucked it; looking up at him with your dowey eyes. “Hmph.” He chuckled, watching your pink tongue lick around the tip like a lollipop, slowly. After a short while, he pushed his hips up to your mouth, gently. “Oooh~” he mumbled, feeling your appendage glide around his cock and under the tip. He brought his hand around your head and the other kneading your breast. “Mmm.” You moaned, feeling his girth push into your small mouth gently and your tongue brush the veins around it. “Good girl.” He whispered softly before pulling back to kiss your soft lips. He cupped your cheeks while he kissed you, slowly. “Get on your knees, sweetheart.” He whispered softly, brushing your cheeks while he looked at you gently.

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The glass cup of water was delivered to you not too long ago. Sitting outside the door, waiting to be drunken by you. However, the sheets shifted while the two of were getting in a promising position. Kisuke laid his hands on your thighs as he laid on sat up on a mountain of pillows and your legs were on either side of his thighs. Your ass was in full view in front of him as he sat comfortably on the bed. “Maaa~ you look like even more lovely this way.” He caressed your ass softly. “A lovely cat stretching out, in fact.” He added, taking his cock and stroking it while he looking at your soaked cunt. “Mm.” You hummed, laying the side your face on the bed and your arms on either side of your head. You can go back to sleep this way but you have better plans. “Look at that.” He mumbled to himself, sliding the tip against your folds, slowly. “Mmmm.” You moaned softly, circling your hips to feel it rub your pussy. “Wow.” He said, looking at his cock getting smothered by your warm arousal. Soon after, he aligned himself to your entrance and you slowly lowered your ass on the curved length. “Ahhh.” He breathed out, feeling your plush walls embrace him lovingly. He rested his hand atop your ass and you began bucking your hips down on his cock, slowly. Kisuke leaned back on the stacked pillows and watched the scenery. “Mmmm~” you moaned, relishing the feeling of his girth stroking your walls as you’re circling your hips up and down. Getting adjusted to his length. After a while, he rolled his hips up at an extremely slow pace — watching his glistening cock enter your cunt as he so. “Mmmmm.” He moaned, feeling The rise and fall of your ass on the palm of his hand. he pushed it down gently to match his strokes whenever he entered your core. The full view puts him in a daze. He spreads his legs further apart and increased his pace a bit. Your ass started bouncing on his thighs. The light skin slapping sounds rang in his ears. The curved length grazed your walls so well — making you even more wetter. Rewarding him with a gratified sigh from your lips. “Ah..yeah.” He whispered, grabbing your ass cheek to his cock slide in and out your glistening cunt. You clenched around the length when the tip poked your g-spot.

You lifted your head up quickly and moaned from the fluttering sensations. “Oh..fuck.” You breathed out lazily while your plump ass bounced on his cock. You heard a light chuckle behind you and he smacked your ass. His throaty moans echoed in the air while his cock was getting embraced by your needy cunt lovingly. “Oooh.” He said thickly. “Your pussy feels so good, baby.” He praised you, rolling his hips up rhythmically while watching the whole thing before his eyes. The sheets shifted from under his feet and you opened your eyes to see his knees pushed in a bit. Soon after, he started slamming his hips up against your ass. Roughly yet steadily. “O-oooh.” You croaked, feeling your ass slap against his hips as he thrusted deeply into your soaked cunt. Your nipples were rubbing against the soft sheets and your head was shaking as he so. The sloppy skin slapping sounds and the bed creaking echoed between the two of you. You arched your back and saw stars. “Uuuunnh.” You moaned, shivering whenever he hit that spot over and over, deeply. Your breathless whimpers were music to his ears. His mouth wide open, he couldn’t form any words. His breath was hitching from the relentless clenching of your throbbing cunt around his cock.

You rested your head on the bouncing surface and slid your hand in between your legs and started rubbing your clit in circles. The feather light strokes on your clit made it pulsate that you let you a gratifed sigh. “Mm!” He groaned and smacked your ass while the thrusted feverishly. You were getting wetter and wetter that sounds were becoming more sloppy with each deep thrust. “U-unh!” You quivered, rubbing your clit faster as you were getting closer to your release. He hissed and gripped your hips, marking your skin. “Ugh!” He shivered, breathing heavily as he started feeling your walls tremble. You lifted yourself up and started bouncing on his cock, quickly. Your pants quickened while he slammed into your sloppy cunt. “Yeah. That’s it.” He said thickly, watching your warm white fluids cover his cock. He gripped your hips and pushed your hips back and pulled it down. And bucked into you roughly. The gushing sounds grew louder. “Oh!” You quivered. A fierce and violent rush of flutters danced through your body and you squirted. “Awh!” You moaned, spurting your fluids from the overtaking pleasure as he fucked you to oblivion. You managed to turn and look at him while he was catching on to his release and listen to the filthy wet sounds. His head was pushed back to pillow and his mouth wide open while he let out a long open mouth groan. “Ug-ugh!” His hips started stuttering as he tried to catch his breath m. And, he cummed. “Unh!” He moaned breathlessly, twitching while he thrusted into your warmth and shoots in your core. “M-mggh.” He shivered, dropping his legs.

He opened one of his eyes and saw his cum around your cunt and covering his length. “Damn.” He muttered, his chest heaving and he closed his eyes. “Mm.” You sat up and looked back at the now-putty man. You rolled your hips and bounced on the creamy length, and he winced. You giggled breathlessly when he tried to follow but to no avail. “Feelin sleepy, kisuke?” You teased. He gave a breathless chuckle and smacked your ass lazily.

You giggled. Your pussy really knocked him out. He’s getting soft now too. He deserved it. You mentally noted. You pulled his cock out and turned to straddle him. “Do you want anything?” You teased him as he was cooling off.

He chuckled. “A glass of water would be nice.” “Sure~” you said sarcastically, getting off the bed and heading to the door to get the cup of water that was sitting in front of the door. “Anything else ~ baby?” You emphasized, walking towards the now-sleepy shopkeeper who looked puffy and soft. You snorted at the last thought.

“And a change of new bed sheets.” He mumbled.

You frowned. “Do it yourself, old man.” You placed the cup on the night table and turned to grab your shorts. “W-where are you going?” He looked at you with a worried expression, not wanting you to leave him alone.

“Downstairs. To eat with the kids — ” You said, walking to the door. “For a while.” You gave him a smirk as you closed the sliding door and then headed downstairs.

“Heh.” He dropped his head back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. “You got me.” He whispered to himself — with a soft smirk.

Oh how the tables have turned.

End.

[smytherines]

Once again thinking about how Owen was still shaking and grabbing at the banana peel when Curt ran away. Thinking about how Owen tried to point out how absurd it was to leave a banana peel lying around in the first place, and Curt steamrolled him by saying "who gives a shit?"

How Curt dismissed Owen and treated him like a nuisance for chastising him for drinking and leaving shit on the ground, and for wanting to re-lock the safety barricades to limit the explosion. How Curt didn't have the equipment he thought he would because the color of the rocket shoes didn't match his outfit.

How the explosion was Curt's idea, and he could have simply used the watch to send the blueprints and they both would've gotten out of there safely. But he wanted to be cool. He wanted to be a badass. (and personally, I think he probably wanted to save face with Owen after having to get rescued and getting chewed out by his boss)

I don't think Curt was incompetent in A1P1, but I do think he was a cocky asshole with a bruised ego. I have to be honest, I don't understand the impulse to flatten his character into "He was an awesome babygirl but then a sad thing just kinda happened to him, schwoopsie" when his ego and hubris leading to Owen's demise is the entire point of the scene. Curt having faults and fucking up is what sets that character up to have an arc at all.

In the 54 Below concert there's a part of the spoken introductions where Tessa Netting says "when these two spies are together, they are gay and unstoppable," and the next line is "that is- until Curt's ego gets in the way." In the commentary for SAF there are several points where TCB mentions Curt's ego, his hubris, his vanity- because they are important pieces of the puzzle for understanding who this guy is. Without that context, the choices his character makes in A1P1 don't make any sense (which is why I think some people read him as just kinda being a dipshit)

There's a reason he spent four years blaming himself for Owen's death- it was his fault. It's a crucial part of his character development, and it makes him a much more interesting and nuanced character than "he just did a lil fucksy-wucksy" does.

I'm not even going to get into the way the fandom absolutely refuses to engage with Curt's alcohol use, or how they make up details about Owen to make him more of a cartoon character villain (like the idea that he orchestrated the events of the show specifically to hurt/kill Curt when he doesn't even know Curt is there until Curt interrupts the arms deal) or how they pretend that Owen doesn't have a canon traumatic event that informs who he becomes (which, to be clear, is someone who tortures and murders people- thinking of Owen as an actual human character instead of a Snidely Whiplash villain doesn't mean ignoring how fucked up he is)

I probably should have said all that anonymously through the confessions blog like everyone else is doing, but frankly there are so few Owen defenders everyone would probably know it was me anyways. Also I'm just confident I know the show well enough to defend my points under my own name.

I spent days telling myself to just ignore it, don't let my autism win here, but this show is so complex and well-written, and has so much space for a subtextual reading of it, that it really bothers me to see these weird, messy, interesting, fucked up characters sanded down to Good Guy vs Bad Guy

[fizzingwizard]

Two: the one about Little My

She is at her most savage the entire game. I love it. (btw, there are a couple times you do in fact need butterflies to complete quests. So go eat a worm, Little My)

Can you imagine, she sneaks onto his raft and he tsks at her while wagging his finger. Darling. Sweet summer child, Snufkin, who do you think you're talking to?

Come to think of it, the Park Keeper supposedly took the pirate treasure Little My wanted. I don't think I ever found it? Maybe a side quest I missed? Guess I'll have to play again hehe. Anyway these two forming an alliance was cute.

Not that the alliance put an end to the jabs xD

There are a few thematic elements of this game that I didn't quite get. For one, there seemed to be a theme of Snufkin needing to learn to rely on others more...? But I can't call it a running theme because it didn't turn up all that often. Little My was the most on the nose about it apart from a certain line of the Muskrat's. And while you're playing as Snufkin, so naturally he's doing most things, it's not like he tells people not to help him, or insists on doing things by himself, with the exception of telling Little My not to come on the raft because it's "dangerous."

And the trouble there is 1) he's not wrong, 2) even if it wasn't dangerous, Little My brings trouble with her everywhere she goes. And the fact is that most of the characters you meet in the game are... honestly kinda mean and selfish lol. Some of them even insist Snufkin do things for them, or take credit for things he does. I know it's played as funny, but imagine playing without any idea about the Moomin characters. Would you really fault Snufkin for choosing to do things his own way? Especially when in the end, you talk to Moomintroll, and he's painted as pretty much an angel...

Similarly this line kinda bothered me, because I guess I think of Snufkin as one of the most sarcastic characters in Moominvalley. Maybe he does't hold a candle to Little My, but who does? However, Snufkin in this game is pretty quiet and reserved - a characterization I don't have any issue with, I think that's 100% on point - but not in the sense that he's shy or afraid to offend. That doesn't jive with the novels or comics. But maaaybe it fits the Moominvalley cartoon Snufkin *shrug*

Hands down the best part of this game is that no matter how annoying Little My is, you can drop her down this well. Over and over. As many times as you like >:)

[beatcroc]

How do you feel about Theodore Noisevelt? As someone with ADHD I can feel it oozinf out of him so bad I love him so much

noise is the one guy i've kept intentionally 1-dimensional/ comic relief because i simply enjoy tormenting him too much and if i gave him any real depth i'd start feeling bad about it shjsdjsdf. also i dont even TRY to reconcile the unmasked 'just some guy' Theodore J. with noise's regular look because theres just way too much mental dissonance there. hes not allowed to be normal like that theodore j. isnt real he cant hurt me

i started trying to come at this one like 3 different ways and it turns out i have a lot of trouble organizing my thoughts about noise too. he sucks and i hate him. by which i mean hes great and i love him. I think he's one of the best examples of how to make a character legitimately fun and enjoyable despite being a horrible little shitlord with zero redeeming qualities. You just gotta 1: keep it light, 2:CRUCIALLY: make him funny, and 3: as a potent extra bonus in noise's case specifically, make him a huge fucking loser who is only /almost/ able to fully convince you of the contrary.

Point 1 is like 90% just because this game is funny cartoons and leans hard into that, and noise is like, the MOST cartoons out of everyone. like when i say unmasked noise haunts me it's because he does not feel like he should be A Guy. he is a Cartoon Entity. but seeing as pizza tower can also pull a surprising amount of gravitas when it wants to, that last 10% is really just that like. Noise isn't really actively mean? He is an absolute hellion but he's not Mean. More than anything he just wants to get a rise out of people, and though this often entails being destructive, none of his bastardry really does much lasting or large-scale damage [compared to, perhaps, lets say, pizzahead]

2 wraps pack into both other points; he's funny both because it's cartoons, and because he's a huge loser. A tangential point to both of those that fits here though is that he's fucking like pathologically obsessed with peppino. Which is really par the course for like half the characters in this game, and i do think at least half the reason he targets peppino so much is just that peppino is Incredibly Easy to get a big reaction out of, but it also seems like there's more to it that just that? and for noise specifically there's like zero logical reason for it??? He is, in nearly all walks of life, far better off than peppino, and yet. Here he is. Seemingly quite jealous and insistent on tormenting [and perhaps even imitating?] this guy who is realistically quite far beneath him. And like. Why. Don't you have better things to be doing mr. TV star? You literally have better things to be doing but this is what you're dedicating yourself to you fucking little weirdo. And it's not even like a genuine hatred! It's a bit! They're still like lunch buddies off-camera or whatever! I forgot where I was going with this im moving on

Point 3 is just. He doesn't have any fucking friends? You can kinda get the vibe of this normally but getting his campaign REALLY drives home how much emptier all his shtick is than peppino's. And this would potentially be kinda sad if not for the fact that 1. He doesn't care at all and 2. It is his own damn fault. for being such a such a petty little gloryhound. like for the most part the cast of this game is pretty befriend-able but noise is only particularly interested in being the center of attention at all times; and he will lie, cheat, and kill to make sure it stays that way. and again hes allowed to do this because its funny cartoons. and also because no one cares. its just like yeah, that's noise, he's our local bastard, whatever. he puts on so much bravado and no one is phased by it they all know he is full of shit. he never drops the act because GOD FORBID he not be the coolest and best at everything forever and everybody else just kinda lets him believe it and/or let him believe he has them fooled. there's also the occasional peeks that he hates but then like BRO WHY ARE YOU DOING IT???? YOU CAN STOP. NOBODY WOULD MIND!! IVE SEEN YOU HAVING CASUAL LUNCH WITH PEPPINO!!!! anyway. i think thats pretty much everything i wanted to say.

tldr: thank you funny cartoons

[kerubimcrepin]

Liveblog 7: episode 4

Sorry for the long wait. First I had finals in uni, then I spent a week drinking and replaying disco elysium after celebrating new years eve, sooo yeah. But, for now, until the exams, I am back.

Let's begin! :)

Joris is so quick to find him and look at what he's doing. I love how dedicated he is to it. Kerubim is just... immediately tired.

Glad to know my fic's characterization of him being tired of Joris's questions the second they're asked is still holding true.

Very well said for the guy whose house even, after cleaning, is a major death hazard. But ok.

I LOVE YOU JORIS. I won't read too much into this, because there really isn't much here, but really, Joris knows how to manipulate Keke.

Manipulating adults is kinda THE thing kids have to learn. He's very good at this.

To come back to the past post's Lou Divorce Theorising, it's important to note that both of them were equally unhinged and prone to breaking up with one another. A very deep and meaningful relationship.

We will see later what he means by "It's not my fault I have fans," in the depictions of his relationship with her that aren't censored by him being the storyteller.

AKA the fact that mostly, it means him cheating on her. Lol. I'll talk about it during one of the most important episodes of this entire show.

Anyway,

The thing is that, despite how awful they are together, he really does love her.

He can't really stop playing the role of the macho playboy who gets all the chicks, even for love, because that's his entire self-esteem, but it doesn't mean the love isn't there.

(Something-something, I will elaborate on the role of masculinity in Kerubim's story, and how it worsens his already bad, uh... mental everything. But that's a talk for not-the-literal-fourth-episode-of-the-show.)

When he thinks about her, he thinks about her silliness first and foremost, instead of her looks. Even after they part ways, he blames himself for decades. And that's love.

To be fair to him, Lou can't stop manipulating & stringing him along herself. Neither of them is a very good person.

As I've said, thats a very, uh, deep and meaningful relationship they have here.

God, I really, really love the art style of this show.

"My very own puppy-girl was catomized" that's a whole ass new sentence that's never been said before.

ANOTHER character analysis moment: What really bothers Kerubim the most isn't saving his lover, but being The Hero, especially to her. And I really think it says a lot about him, even if he does love her.

He just immediately starts congratulating himself on being a good boy, and asking her if she also thinks he's a good boy. His self-esteem is so, so bad.

Another theme of the show that is introduced early on is luck, and Kerubim's relationship with it.

I think Ecaflip just got tired of watching Keke suffer, honestly.

She only likes him on her own terms. When she gets to make him feel indebted, or lucky, but not as if she were a damsel and he were her savior.

It makes their relationship sort of one-sided, but it's far from the thing that is most toxic about it.

Let me be pretentious about this for a second, since this shot composition WAS chosen by someone, and put into the show on purpose.

The whole shot, including the two of them, is blue: the color of being non-confrontational, stagnant, and predictable. It can mean honesty and deceit, being unforgiving or free, and most of all, it is a color that often represents sadness and loss.

They are walking on water here, which is the first thing that one might notice. I will not reference the bible, in a cartoon analysis, but it does conjure up connotations of being at one's prime, and having the strength to do anything.

In comparison to the clouds which surround them, they seem like giants, walking through the sea, which conveys well how his youth must have felt — the whole world is on a platter, and his strength was larger than life.

But the storm clouds surrounding them above and below, in turn, just seem even more giant and looming.

It also brings to mind the connotations of the saying "to have one's head in the clouds." Absentminded, unknowing of the facts of the whole situation.

Overall, this shot puts their relationship well: They were young, beautiful and capable together, travelling the whole world, — but in the end, their bond is marked by sadness, because they were never willing to address their faults in time, and it drove them apart.

And most importantly, the colors disappear when she slaps him, so in a way, it is a very romanticized view on things.

Pretentious tangent over.

This is our first clue in the show that Kerubim might lie and change the stories he tells, but it is also our clue to take what we are shown seriously regardless.

True, everything shown might be in-universe fiction, but despite Kerubim's narration, we get to see exactly what happened here. So it's best to just take things as they are presented, but with a small grain of salt.

There's something to be said about the way they are both walking towards more of these storm clouds, or the way she is walking to the left (in cultures with languages that go from left to right, characters walking to the left often symbolizes moving towards the past and stagnating), with him running after her, but eh. I think I may just be reading a lot into it.

It is still fun though, no?

This whole show, in a way, he is chasing the past, telling stories of their lost love. And in a way, he'll always be chasing after her, no matter how doomed their relationship was.

Though it's a very bleak depiction, compared to one that will follow later in the show.

...Perhaps, judging from some concept art, he'll keep chasing her that way, even centuries after she stops living. But that remains to be seen, if Waven takes us there.

If that's the case, it just adds a layer of tragedy to their relationship.

Even if she never left him, they wouldn't be able to live together forever. She was mortal. He is not.

And that's all there is to say on the matter, I suppose.

(This is a small edit from future me: Kerubim can't stop talking about Indie and Lou in Dofus MMO, even though it happens 200 years after the show. Which is depressing. But I'm still waiting for him to talk about them in Waven, to decide just how depressing this all is.)

[galactic-glamour-girl-posts]

Things I'd like to see in season 3

Slight Spoilers Ahead!

--A callback to "A Pinky and the Brain Christmas" in "How The Brain Thieved Christmas". Nothing too big, I want the two-parter to do it's own thing and not be a rehash, but it's hard to imagine that there wouldn't be a reference to it given that the reboot often references events that happened in the first show and the PatB spinoff. Maybe reveal that Brain still has the globe keychain, something like that.

--If Slappy does indeed return (and it seems like she will), for Slappy not to be softened. Not that I think it will happen, but this is their first time writing for Slappy in the reboot, so I expect her characterisation will be at least a little different. Which I'm fine with as long as they don't change her morality. I say this mostly because the last time she had dialogue was Wakko's Wish, but she felt a bit too mellow in that. She's not like the Warners who, while I won't deny often act in self interest, do tend to help people in their own zany, annoying way ("La La Law", "Hooked on a Ceiling", "Magna Cartoon", etc). Slappy, on the other hand, only really looks out for herself and Skippy, and can be way harsher because she lacks their moral code ("The Sound of Warners"). This is the same woman who tried to blow up up a critic's house whilst she thought he was inside all because he didn't think she was funny and threatened to blow up a jury if they didn't vote her not-guilty on a crime she technically did commit...and then when they did she blew them up anyway. Not that she's never justified, she keeps to herself often only does this type of thing in retaliation (the previously mentioned jury were clearly biased against her), but still, let her be mean and violent!

--Assuming Slappy comes back, for them to include Skippy. He was already in "Good Warner Hunting" and was shown to still be a kid, so aging him up isn't an option, meaning he's either gotta be left out or be re-casted. I'm really hoping they just recast him, there's no need to write him out just because his original voice actor is no longer a child. I don't like it when characters are written off or killed off just because their original voice actor can no longer do the voice, it feels unnecessary to me. If Slappy is on her own then fine (because let's be honest she's the one we watch her segments for), but Skippy brings out the best in her, I think he should be there.

--More Scratchansniff in general, but specifically him acting like a father towards the Warners (in more than one episode). Nothing too cutesy, the Warners will always find ways to stress him out, but I much prefer it when he's attempting to take care of them.

--Hopefully a satisfying ending to Julia's story, but given that they didn't know season 3 would be the last when writing this season, it's not likely. Not their fault if this one doesn't happen, I'd be happy enough to see her return.

--A FULL WAKKO SONG. Multiple Wakko songs actually, that would be great. I do prefer the other two Warners over him but they each have multiple songs in the reboot whereas Wakko only has one so far-"Gruesome Ol' Gruel"...and it's like 50 seconds long. I think he deserves more (Yakko got four in season 2 alone!) Scratchansniff has more songs than Wakko in the reboot so far. Granted, he didn't sing much in the original series so it's great that he sings more here, but him getting more new songs than a main character is kinda weird. Well, I guess you could count "Hot Washed Buns", but I don't (that one's even shorter than "Gruesome Ol' Gruel" anyway). I think this one is likely, season 1 focused a lot on Dot and season 2 focused a lot on Yakko, so maybe season 3 will do the same for Wakko!

[littleoldpessimistme]

20230408

So, it’s been a hot minute.

Today I wanna rant a bit about sexuality, because that’s what’s been on my mind in the last couple days. (Warning: long post)

(Also, there’s a bit about a bad relationship I had, nothing graphic, and I wouldn’t call it abusive, just some misunderstandings and hurt feelings, but let me know if I should put a tw.)

Let me just start this whole thing by saying that growing up I believed myself to be straight (I feel like it’s also worth mentioning that I come from a historically very homophobic country, I was like 13 when I first realized that queer people actually exist). I don’t remember having any crushes in my early childhood like how people say that they had crushes on cartoon characters, but by the age of 12 I discovered fandoms and I started becoming obsessed with certain actors and singers.

I don’t know if this is embarrassing or not, but I can’t say that I grew out of my celebrity obsession phase until around my late teen years. As time went on my classmates and my friends kept getting into relationships and for the life of me I could not understand why you’d wanna date our classmate Gary when he’s not Andrew Garfield. I kind of felt like an alien sometimes and not in a fun way. Looking back I do think I was a bit overdramatic (as teenagers usually are), but I did feel very isolated and I kept thinking that something was fundamentally wrong with me cause I did not like the things my peers did. 

(I did occassionally have some fleeting crushes on boys from my school, mostly on friends but those usually passed in like a week)

I remember one time (around the age of 17) I was talking to a girl from my school and the topic somehow came up and I told her that I’ve never been in love with a real person, only fictional characters or actors 20 years older than me and she kind of jokingly called me childish. Although now I realize that she most likely wasn’t trying to be mean I remember feeling really embarrassed and hurt.

Ironically a few months after this conversation one of my (at the time) best friends confessed to me and I felt like I kinda had some feelings for him as well, so we started dating. The first few months of the relationship were really nice we spent a lot of time together and I was genuinely sad when we were apart. I did feel like I was in love with him.

A few things however became apparent early on in the relationship. One of which was the simple fact that I did not want to have sex with him. We were both virgins and when I told him I’m not sure I’m ready, he said that he totally understands and he won’t force me to do anything I don’t want to do. After like 6 months we started having more and more problems. I remember one time we were having a conversation about sex, mainly that he really wanted it. I know now that it’s partly my fault for not communicating my own feelings clearly but in my defense I didn’t really understand them myself. I just knew that the thought of sex made me very uneasy and I couldn’t really imagine myself in that situation. 

One thing I could articulate was the fear of getting pregnant (which was a genuine fear of mine, but deep down I knew it was only one aspect of the whole thing) and that’s what I told him. This turned out to be a mistake because he started coming up with reasons as to why my fear was irrational and listing contraceptive methods (as if I didn’t know that condoms existed). I started crying because I couldn’t handle the amount of pressure I suddenly found myself under which made him upset and he started saying things like he thought that we could talk about stuff like this and this made me feel even worse, like I was letting him down.

Obviously I don’t want to blame him and he had his own mental health struggles. I remember he used to tell me that I was the only person in the entire world who loved him and the only happiness he ever felt was when he was with me, when we were apart he was so depressed that he couldn’t function at all. I guess he thought that this would sound romantic but it just deeply scared me.

After a year of dating I eventually broke up with him, mostly because I felt inadequate at helping him overcome his depression and ptsd and spending time with him started feeling like a chore rather than a thing that I actually enjoyed doing. While we were in the process of breaking up he told me that he regrets never sleeping with me because the hormones released during sex help build a connection and I remember feeling really weirded out about that. The whole thing was especially hard on my part because I felt like falling out of love was my fault and obviously he was upset to the point where he literally quoted Green Day’s song “Nice guys finish last” on me which to this day makes me cringe. 

I hate to admit this but I still feel kind of guilty about breaking up with him when I think about it, but I felt that it would be cruel to keep him in the dark and pretend that everything was alright when in reality I didn’t love him anymore. 

Another interesting thing is that I had my first kiss with him and to this day he’s the only person I ever kissed. I am aware that this kind of makes my judgement questionable, because I don’t have anything to compare it to, so he could just be a bad kisser but I kind of hated kissing him. I rarely initiated making out because whenever we did I felt weird. Sometimes I could tolerate it, but mostly it just felt kind of gross and it didn’t really do anything for me. I know that he noticed this, along with the fact that I never let him kiss me in public, or in front of our friends and he told me once that it bothered him that I “never acted like his girlfriend” in public. I kind of knew that this was unusal but I really couldn’t help it, I felt like I’d rather die than engage in any form of PDA because the thought just made me incredibly uncomfortable, but I knew that this wasn’t because of him, just the general idea of others seeing me like that bothered me.

And this is how we get to the sexuality part. It’s been almost 2 years since we broke up and in the last year I’ve been kind of connecting some dots and I read a lot about different identities and other people’s experiences. I still kind of say that I’m questioning, but I find that I resonate a lot with ace folks’ stories and came to the conclusion that I might be somewhere on the asexual spectrum. 

So I just started kind of accepting the fact that I may not have all the gears in the big scheme of attraction, but in the last few days I’ve been sent into a romantic attraction crisis as well. I’ve been saying to myself that it’s okay if I’m asexual, because I can still feel romantic attraction and will eventually fall in love with someone who will accept me for who I am. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, I’ve read hoards of fanfics about my fave characters over the last like 7 years, it’s one of my favorite hobbies. But I started to realize that I don’t care much for romantic relationships in my own life.

When I think about it, I realize that I’ve always been this way. I remember my mother (oh boi I could talk about her for hours as well) telling me as a young teenager that I was too closed off, “like an ice queen” and I needed to be more approachable if I wanted boys to like me. But I don’t think I actually wanted them to like me. I only wanted to be liked by boys because I felt left out, and embarrassed that I was the only one of my friends who didn’t get a Valentine’s from a secret admirer.

One of my closest friends got engaged last summer and she’s been telling me about the wedding preparations and how she wants everything to be, and that also made me realize that I’ve never thought about what kind of wedding I’d want, not even as a child. I have two other friends who are also in committed relationships and they too talk a lot about marriage and having kids in the near future and I feel so disconnected from them.

I still meet with my old friends from high school sometimes and some of them always ask me if I have anyone I’m talking to at the moment and I always just say no, and they always look at me with pity and I don’t know how to explain to them that I’m perfectly fine this way. I’ve noticed that people seem to accept the concept of a single person longing to be in a relationship and actively putting in effort to find someone, but they simply can’t wrap their heads around the fact that someone might not want to be in a relationship at all?

Whenever I tried to explain this to people before I was always hit with “you’re too young/haven’t found the right person yet/you’ll change your mind” and these always make me question myself and feel bad about myself.

But to close this on a hopeful note I do believe that it doesn’t really matter. Right now I feel like the asexual-aromantic spectrum resonates with me and if I do turn out to be “too young to know” and I eventually “find the right one” then I’ll do that. And it’s not gonna be a big deal at all. 

So yeah, that’s about it for today. If you stumbled upon this nonsense and had the brainpower to read it congrats and thank you! And if you’re aspec and want to share your experience with me, go ahead I’d love to read it!  💜 🖤 🤍 💚

Stay rad!

[milkybonya]

☆彡vancouver

🎼 love as: your muse, your first love, the one who leaves you behind_Vancouver

🎼 track 03 of the 낭만 (NANGMAN) -- do you believe in romance? series

🎼 once upon a time, Chan loved you. never upon a time did you love him back. still, you single-handedly left him (broken hearted) and became the muse of his life.

#: highschool!au / college!au, unrequited love (Chan loves you), fluff and angst but a lot. of angst and an angsty ending, 1k+

[💌: this is my fav song from the album!! i actually wrote many paragraphs about it here but then tumblr deleted it LOL so,, if you ever want to know why i love this song sm just ask~ but i won't include it here heh]

Chan met his first love in high school. it was a first love that blossomed over a long period of time.

you were the new student who was seated conveniently beside Bang Chan. after the teacher scolded you for not knowing an answer, since you were distracted doodling, Chan decided he wanted to protect you. for some reason, he wanted to let you doodle in peace... he wanted to protect your doodling rights!

the two of you became close friends after Chan complimented your drawing of a cartoon character, and the two of you bonded over said cartoon. you made Chan laugh so hard that day, he almost fell out of his chair.

you'd get thrown into detention with him a lot, the two of you being more interested in a debate over which day of the week is 'green' than learning about derivatives.

Chan realized he loved you when you were over at his house one day. he was showing you his broke high schooler 'music studio' in a corner of his room, and the delighted look on your face made him blush.

"this is so sick! you've even managed to sound-proof it?!" you exclaimed, moving on to look at his mic.

when he played a few songs for you, he watched as you listened carefully with closed eyes, nodding and swaying along to the music. your voice was so small when the song ended and you told him you loved it.

that evening, you ended up cuddled up with him in his bed, his head on your tummy and you running your fingers through his hair. his eyelids were growing heavy, and the last thought he had before sleep pulled him away was how safe he felt in your arms.

his heart was beating rapidly as he fell asleep, a blush on his cheeks, but you felt nothing. you felt nothing and it wasn't your fault.

you saw him as nothing more than a friend, and you were oblivious to his feelings for you. you simply thought he felt the same, and your relationship continued like that: a sad friendship where Chan had feelings for you and you didn't realize, nor did you even return them.

then, just before graduating high school, your family found themselves moving to vancouver. Chan was heartbroken. he didn't get to confess, he didn't even get to spend as much time as he wanted with you (a lifetime; he wanted to spend a life time with you)... but he shrugged it off and told you he'd always be there for you online, and that your 'friendship' would be forever.

you were sad to leave your life behind, too. but vancouver was exciting! so you tried to look forward instead of moping about the past.

in vancouver, you kept in touch with Chan as promised. he'd text you updates on everyone in class, and you'd show him photos of the forests and lakes near your place. you'd exchange song recommendations, and you'd often tell him songs that were trendy in vancouver.

at a particular time, you kinda liked Frank Ocean's songs. your classmates in vancouver were obsessed, too. so, you told Chan about it.

and that was the last text he ever received from you.

even now, a year later while he's in college, he still opens your chatroom to press his finger to that text.

Frank Ocean is really hot here nowadays...

he closes his eyes, grasping his phone tightly and sighing as he walks through the streets of Seoul. while he's moping around in the streets, you must've just woken up, judging by the timezone difference.

he wonders what you're up to. will you have college classes to attend like him, too? are you gonna skip out on breakfast today? he wonders if you think about him, too. probably not, considering the man smiling next to you in your profile photo.

it must be... it's got to be... your boyfriend, right? after all, since you stopped texting him, that man appeared in your profile photo, and he hasn't left since.

it's driven Chan insane. that man, smiling beside you and poking your cheek, you, not replying to him, him, still being hopelessly in love with you. yet, he guesses he should maybe also thank you... for being the muse of his life.

since he met you and since you left, it would be a lie to say you haven't somehow been present in all the songs he writes. your existence in his life is what crafted his portfolio that got him a college acceptance, and with a scholarship, too. but what's it worth when you're not even here to celebrate it with him?

anyone would maybe expect Chan to hate you. in fact, any time he brings you up to his friends, they all ask if he's mad at you. yet, he never is.

it shows in the texts he still sends you, even though you don't reply.

y/n, you know we'll always be friends right?

i'm always here for you...

you can be sad, excited, disappointed, angry, anything when you're with me ♡

there's not a day that passes without Chan thinking about what you're up to. he misses those afternoons with you curled up on his bed while he made tracks. he misses hearing you tell him that he'd dominate the world with his music.

without you, he's just a loner on the streets of seoul. he wants you by his side.

he doesn't know you're a loner on the streets of vancouver, too. he doesn't know you want him by your side.

he doesn't know you never ghosted him. he doesn't know it was something else.

all he knows is that he lost you to vancouver, but you'll always be the muse of his life. maybe his songs will reach you one day, and you'll wonder why the artist name 'Chan' sounds so familiar.

[usagi-zakura]

Fandom sometimes needs to sit their ass down and chill... part 2

Decided to put this one in a separate post because its directed at a different fandom.

Hazbin Hotel.

No its not about expecting demons to be decent people this time...and its mainly criticism directed at the subreddit where some fans have decided to find a bunch of plot holes where there are none because they didn't actually watch the show...

Or something I've been seeing more of recently... people expecting this to be a direct adaptation of the Bible.

A question that keeps popping up is "How is Adam the first human soul in Heaven when he had a son who died before him??"

Referring of course to Abel, of Cain and Abel fame. God's favorite boi because he scarified meat instead of vegetables...so his brother got jealous and murdered him. Presumably Adam was still alive a this point as he went on to have another child.

Hazbin Hotel makes no mention of this... so there's no reason to belive it even happened. Hazbin Hotel borrows some characters from Abrahamic myths, but it has never advertised itself as a 1 to 1 adaptation of the Bible.

It would feel kinda awkward if Sera referred to Adam as "the second human soul in heaven after his kid who got brutally murdered by his own brother but we're not gonna talk about him ever because he's not important to the plot", that'd just be confusing to any fan who isn't familiar with that particular story. Making the bible required reading for an adult cartoon is a little weird.

Its easier to just ignore that story entirely if its not gonna be important to the plot.

Lilith isn't in the bible either.

Shocker I know... She was invented way later, maybe as a reason to explain why in Genesis 1 God creates man and woman at the same time but afterwards he creates Eve separately... Any mention of the name "Lilith" in the old testament doesn't seem to refer to a human, but is mentioned more like the name of a species... some scholars belive it was a bird, or possibly even some kind of demon that may or may not have been important to early Hebrews...or they borrowed the word from some other religion. Happened a lot back on the day.

I look at it more like Disney's Hercules. It borrows the names and general concept of the Greek Pantheon (but changes Hercules' name to the Roman one for some reason...) but does the story in a widly different way...I've never seen someone call out the lack of Hercules/Heracles's brother Iphicles as a huge plot hole in that film... yes he had a brother... or the fact that it features Zeus not as a massive perv with no respect for marriage, whether its his own or his great-granddaughter... Yea that's right... Harecles' mother was also Zeus' great-granddaughter... and that's not even the worst case of incest committed by the King of the Greek Gods...

Same with Hazbin. It borrows some of the characters, that doesn't mean they'll borrow the whole mythology... even if it sometimes would be interesting if they did.... they had 8 episodes... probably wouldn't have time to touch on Adam's messed up sons. Its too busy focusing on how bad both his marriages went.

My point is if you keep expecting creators do do something specific that they never promised they would...don't get mad at them when they don't do that thing... Its not their fault your expectations were wildly different from their plans.

[istherewifiinhell]

doing my remedial tf hw [rewatching the ep i feel asleep during]

anyway u can really increase u understanding and appreciation for what goes in to Making A Show Good. by watching bw, arm and en.ergon. which maybe thats not what u want from watching a show. maybe u just want a show that IS good. well too bad.

like okay. bw, late 90s cgi cartoon [an expensive one tho, or so the wiki keeps telling me]. arm, 02 anime but first unified producted between the 2 toys companies. En, 04 cgi anime. same voice cast for all em [as dubbers in the 2nd two]. En being the sequel to arm so they really ought to be the same characters even, tho in pratice its like... ehhhhhh.

like just constantly thinking about, okay what conditions are the VAs performing under, script writers/translators. how that all affects performance

and ofc animation, well does it need fidelity? verisimilitude?? what makes something look cool? or funny? or emotive, or affecting.

and like. these all kinda can just lead u to shitting on en for looking like ass and being made on the fast (and possibly cheap?? idk.)

BUT THEN u also get to think about the designs themselves, which, toy companies. not really remotely the show makers faults [probably?] and in terms of what could have been done to best SERVE the show being made OR the toys in production like. and ill tell u what it wasnt. of making the most bulky greebly design ethos so far and trying o directly translate that as accurately as possible.

cause its just. these 'cell shaded' black outlines behemouths with maybe very little rigging? they cant emote at all. the lip flaps are some kinda 2d thing, and if they need to move their eyes or jaws u know, facial expressiony things, they can add 2d DRAWN shots [not like. more than 3 an ep] for that...

also they dont seem to be doing cgi in the way id think of it like. 3d models in a space with a camera? i think its all or mostly composit? [so they dont get the befits of say, size consistency]

like its kinda notable bw, is the cgi show, and also the era where, there not fucking CARS! theres a lot more... i mean a guy who has two cheetah legs sticking off his back is... weird... but at least his shoulders arent like shot compostionally impedingly wide cause they are the tires and suspension for a truck? u feel? the one character model who IS a vehicle is infact, the stand out for just kinda. weirder, interactable challenges. his sheer Biggness at least IS absolutely reflected as. not a plot point but. story point. he cant inhabite the same spaces as the other characters. they really block out those interactions in a way to show that instead of fudging it.

BUT ALSO like. i dont like the pure like. DESIGNS of arm that much, they DO have a lot, big... hmm i wanna say maximalism [which. lol. not be confused with maximals... which is what u call auto.bots when they are. yes. animals] but its 2d animated with such swag and style [mostly. it was ALSO a rushed production(>_> yikes)] like. the design of what im looking at is SUPERCEEDED by HOW it is presented? ig? or that also they CAN just fudge things. THATS WHAT ANIMATION IS FORRRRR. ohhh who cares what poses this guy could actually make, or how that would effect the camera shot. just kinda. u know. make it cool. make it LOOK GOOD.

and anyway ironies of ironies. a cool picture that is NOT what the toy looks like, but like, at least has its spirit, its probably more likely to make u want the toy, or have. fond appreciation for it lets say. not even getting into like. interesting story and character work that makes/manipulates u into wanting the thing cause like ohhhhhh thats my guy. u know. toyetic media things. bloribofication under capitalism.

[tvitr]

Well looky here, I wrote a thing.

... Or just a scene I can see playing out lmao.

General gist: Iono pesters Grusha into appearing on Iono Zone to talk about his snowboarding accident.

Now this is something he really doesn't want to do, but she's persistent and wears him down enough that he finally agrees to do it just to get her off his back. Iono is ecstatic as Grusha almost never does interviews, especially ones related to his accident, and she hypes the ever loving Hell out of it. She promotes it in all her streams, she has a trailer for it made, she reminds everyone of the time and date, like she really hypes it up. This is a rare bare-all interview with legendary Paldean snowboarder Grusha Ibáñez and you do not want to miss it.

The day finally arrives. Iono wastes no time in introducing Grusha to her audience, that he's here to talk about his accident, and-

He cuts her off.

"Wait, which accident did you want me to talk about again?"

Iono is, understandably, a little confused. He continues, "Like, I've been snowboarding for over 20 years now, I've had more than a few accidents in that time."

She's about to tell him she wants him to talk about the accident, y'know, the big one that everyone knows happened but nobody knows the actual details of, when he takes off on some saga about how he was attempting slopestyle for the first time when he was 8 and fell off a grind rail and smashed several teeth out, followed by another one about he broke his wrist racing his sister when they were both 10 (and still won the race, he adds with a smirk). It continues like this for a while, with him just talking about random crashes he's had over the years, never once mentioning the one she and her viewers are waiting for. The most serious one he talks about (or so Iono assumes) was one time he blew his right knee out in training, and had to get surgery, which jeopardised his participation in some major tournament, forcing him to compete wearing a brace. He still came first, he adds with another proud smirk, brandishing a photograph of himself on the podium to boot.

Iono isn't paying much attention to him by this point, instead reading her chat, noting with some alarm that people are leaving, accusing her of clickbaiting her audience, that Grusha is kinda unlikeable and arrogant, or that they thought he would be more interesting than this. They came here for the heartache and tragedy, to hear about such an esteemed athlete cut down in his prime, not to hear him brag about how he won some competition on a busted knee.

She finally interrupts him in the middle of some spil about how he accidentally ran over a wild Greavard out on the slopes and broke his shoulder (the Greavard was fine, he assures her), turning off her camera abruptly and without her usual outro. Grusha is smirking once again by this point. Mission complete.

She asks him what the Hell was all that about, that he knew damn well which accident she wanted him to discuss, and that he basically clickbaited her audience and now they're mad at her. He lets her rant before simply shrugging and telling her that, if he's honest, he doesn't think his big accident is suitable for her channel. He doesn't watch her content regularly, sure, but he's seen her recent uploads, and just doesn't think his accident would look well-suited alongside yesterday's beauty-vlogger-drama mukbang with Tulip, or the day before thats summoning-a-cartoon-character-at-3am video. So, he told her about some less serious accidents he's had over the years. Not his fault her audience didn't like them.

Iono dismisses this, she's had plenty of sob stories on her channel that went down a treat, what makes his so special that it can't be discussed?

She starts listing them off, not noticing at just how much he bristles at her words. Needless to say, having one of the most viscerally unpleasant experiences of his life reduced to just a "sob story", something meant only to be displayed on magazine covers to entice readership, or in video thumbnails to entice clicks, doesn't sit well with him.

He reaches in to the envelope of photos he's brought, rummaging through and eventually pulling one out. He thrusts it in Iono's direction, stopping her monologue dead in its tracks. She doesn't like how abrupt his movement was.

"What's-"

"Just take it."

She does so, tentatively, and very reluctant to look at what she's been handed. Eventually, she glances down at it.

It takes her a moment to realise what she's looking at.

"That's me. The day after the accident."

Iono struggles to process what's in the photo, the number of wires and tubes criss-crossing his body, the oxygen mask covering most of his face, that frankly terrifying looking contraption around his head, his sunken and barely open eyes-

She realises he's talking, about how he thinks the photo might have been taken the day after the accident, but he's not entirely sure. He'd lost track of time, he says, the first few days in hospital passing in a sleepy, painkiller-induced haze. His parents had taken the photo, and though they said it was taken the day after, he suspected those first few uncertain days had been just as much a blur for them as they had been for him.

"You know, you're probably the first person outside of my family who's seen that photo."

That photo, he explains, was taken for use as a possible press photo, but was ultimately never published. According to his parents, they'd wanted to wait until he was actually somewhat conscious and able to choose what photos he wanted to disclose. And, needless to say, he'd never released it. He hadn't released any photos until weeks after the accident, when the halo and drains were removed and he'd started physio, and could actually sit up in bed somewhat. Iono vaguely remembers seeing that photo in the papers at least.

"Bet that would've been good for your stream, eh? Show that off to all your fans."

Iono flinches at his tone. He's mad at her, she can tell that. But there's something else in his voice. Something she doesn't recognise.

She finally pulls her eyes away from the photo and looks over at him, shocked by how much his posture's changed since he handed it to her. His arms are folded tightly, he's bouncing his leg rhythmically against the floor, he's looking straight ahead with a cold, hardened expression. A far cry from the smug asshole who'd been sitting there only a few minutes prior.

And then she realises what she heard in his tone.

"... I'm sorry."

He doesn't react.

"Like, really, I'm... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you do this."

Still nothing.

"I-I can tell that this is like, really uncomfortable for you to talk about and I know why you didn't want to do this, I shouldn't have forced you into this, I'm so... so..."

Nothing.

"Please say something."

He wants to say something. He wants to turn to her, to hold her face in his hands and force her to look in his eyes, and tell her more. Tell her that his spine never fully healed, leaving him with chronic pain he'll likely have for the rest of his life. Tell her it's a miracle none of his shattered vertebra managed to damage his spinal cord, or that none of his shattered ribs managed to pierce his heart. That it's a miracle he's still alive, let alone able to walk, that if his body hadn't been found in time, then the internal bleeding would have killed him for sure. Tell her that he wasn't the only casualty in his family that day.

How's that for a "sob story", eh?

But... he doesn't. He doesn't need to. She seems like she's learnt her lesson anyway. It'd just be cruel to rub it in.

"I should probably get going now." He stands, gathering his coat and the envelope of photos, turning to Iono to collect the last photograph.

She's crying.

[sketching-shark]

My feelings for lmk really did took a dive man. Like the mishandling of swk’s character rlly starts to feel like hes the show punching bag. Like whatever he does it’s because its his fault bc he was incompetent and acting like a fool. Kinda wish they start showing his intelligence and how yes he is competent in some aspects. Its just well bug me that that this is the direction they’re going w (even w the fact they’re sidelining him every season like c’mon now. Let him b a mentor n do something!!)

The further straying from jttw canon i cannot grasp how i feel about it but i think just :/ and i wonder how much from the show would make some of lmk fans believe thats what actually happened in the novels like w the six-ear macaque.

One day im hoping to see all of swk’s sworn brothers in the big screen. Like how cool to see the proclamation of calling themselves great sages before going to war and the events thereafter of the fall of swk! And like the awkwardness of the other 5 just standing there as bdk n swk starts being ridiculous.

General complaining below so u know don't like don't read

BIG SIGH yea god between the way this cartoon has gone from more low-stakes & fun adventures to focusing on naught but Sun Wukong's cataclysmic screw-ups & the resultant trauma to Qi Xiaotian and others it's really starting to seem like every time the Monkey King appears in the lego show it's just so he can disappear soon after and/or ruin everything forever again. At this point I'm ultimately left like

Like Flying Bark my friend why did you even want to make a show about the Monkey King & his successor if it was just going to end up being about how much the Monkey King does nothing but hurt everyone around him :(

Augh yea there definitely does seem to be a bit of backing and forthing about how closely Monkie Kid should stick to the og classic, and while I'm usually all for retellings making interesting (key word, INTERESTING) changes to tell the stories they want to I'll admit I'm getting increasingly frustrated with the changes being made in the lego show. A good deal of them, from the massive change in character of the Three Kings of Lion-Camel ridge to the Six-Eared Macaque's whole deal, just end up circling around to once again be all about how thoroughly Sun Wukong sucks & then we're just left in that state for one season after another. Though I will say it is kind of funny to watch people express somewhat extreme reactions if they first learned about Journey to the West through Monkie Kid & then go into the og classic with those preconceived notions.

Finally BIG SAME anon like aaaaa I'm honestly really surprised that more retellings haven't taken advantage of the Monkey King's FULL sworn brotherhood! You could tell so many interesting stories with them and about his life pre-journey, not to mention the scant description of those five other sages besides the Demon Bull King gives ones a LOT of creative license!

[rubykgrant]

(another little chunk of the RVB story-line, this one with Donut and Grif!)

(this discusses a little bit of Grif feeling awkward about his family, why it is hard for him to listen to his sister talk about her sex life, and some of his own issues with relationships. nothing too terrible or detailed, but general problems with being teased, and reacting badly to negative situations. it ends on a good note, with acceptance and personal growth, I promise~)

Grif was trying and failing not to seem anxious about what was happening... he reminded himself that this wasn’t like before (all that bad, messed-up shit), and anyway, this was DONUT. Besides himself, Donut was the hardest Red to kill (Lopez was a little debatable. He had technically been deactivated a few times, which may or may not count as robot-death, and in that sense, Lopez was kind of their Church; an irritated artificial intelligence who had had a bunch of extra “lives”, like a video game guy).

Grif was also trying and failing not to feel conflicted about Donut being the first to leave. He internally told himself that he wasn’t even that close to Donut anyway... in fact, Donut got on his NERVES. The problem was, Donut had just gone through a whole character-development-thing involving how he sometimes felt ignored, and after dealing with his own character-development-thing, Grif could kinda relate.

So, what to do?

On the one hand, tell Donut to have fun out there, doing whatever the hell he was gonna do, and leave it at that... or, on the other hand, go and TALK to Donut, and just let stupid emotional junk happen.

Grif tries and fails to make a decision for a while, but the day Donut plans to leave gets closer and closer, and damn it all, the emotional junk won.

“Hey, dude. I don’t have any wine, but... got some cheese, and some crackers, and different kinds of salami, so-”

“Oh wow, Grif! I never expected you to share some charcuterie with me!”

“I’d call it grown-up Lunchables, but sure. Come have some,”

Donut happily followed Grif to the little nook, between the kitchen and the living room, that had sort of a booth-table built into it. Donut could see the large platter of snacks waiting there for them, some of the food already cut into bite-sized pieces. The two men sat down at both ends of the booth, and Grif wasted no time stacking himself something that looked like it belonged in a Scooby-Doo cartoon (cracker-cheese-meat-cheese-cracker-meat-meat-cracker-cheese-cheese-cracker-cheese-meat-cracker).

Donut laughed quietly, and then helped himself as well. For a moment, they both munched away, in a moment that was neither silent nor uncomfortable.

“So, I gotta ask...” Grif said, after his mouth was no longer full of meat-cheese-cracker. “Did you really not notice?”

“Notice what- OH. Yeah, um, no. No, I really didn’t...” Donut leaned his faced down, placing one hand on his forehead.

“HOW? I swear I’m not trying to get on your case dude, but how did you not notice?”

“I don’t know!” Donut laughed, sounded a little bashful and embarrassed, but not upset.

“No WAY all of that was an accident,” Grif smirked a little, getting another meat-cheese-cracker mountain ready.

“It was, though! I mean, I knew what I was saying, like, the words and all, but I didn’t realize it all sounded like thousands of sex jokes!” Donut shook his head. “No WONDER none of you ever wanted to talk to me...”

“OK, yes, it was definitely hard to listen to sometimes, but it wasn’t all your fault,” Grif explained. “I mean, I was a jerk. Still kinda am, but who isn’t a work-in-progress? My point is, I was going to be a jack-ass to literally everybody I met back then. I was even a jack-ass to Simmons, and I was used to him. It wasn’t even the fact that you kept on pouring an endless stream of perverted puns out of your mouth, like I’VE never told a dirty-joke, it was just...”

Grif paused a moment, thinking about how to phrase this. Donut looked at him; he didn’t hear Grif speak so carefully often.

“A couple years before I left home, that was when Kai had her- UGH, sexual awakening. And like, yeah, I’m a hypocrite, because that’s my SISTER, I’m never gonna NOT want to complain about the stuff she does, but I know she has every right to do it, good for her and all that... but it was also kinda weird and awkward for me... and that wasn’t her fault, she didn’t even know...”

“Know what?” Donut leaned closer, and Grif didn’t shove him away.

“When I was still going to school, kids used to tease me about my mom and dad, how they both got around. Then they started in about how I was gonna be the same... as if THEY weren’t all a bunch of stupid teenagers, who did stupid teenager things. That’s even MORE hypocritical, huh? So I guess I was all resentful ‘n shit. I tried to be more chill with dating at college, where nobody knew me, but it just sucked, because if I wasn’t being the jerk, somebody else was being a jerk to me. It sucked even more when I thought somebody ACTUALLY cared, but- never mind. Then I come home, feeling like a failure, and my sister is a total party girl, having fun with whoever she wants, like nothing ever made her feel insecure in her life-”

“Oh my god. You thought I was making fun of you,” it suddenly clicks for Donut. Actually, a LOT now fits together; it wasn’t just WHAT he used to say, it was the fact that it reminded Grif of the insults other kids used to throw around.

“Dude, no... like I said, I was a jack-ass, and I’ve told plenty of dirty jokes. I could handle being made fun, but I knew that wasn’t what you were doing. You just- hell, you talked like my stupid sister! It bugged the absolute shit out of me, I was whatever-billions of miles away from her, and I STILL had to listen to somebody who was always excited about NOTHING, like they had a constant freaking sugar-high, AND every other sentence involved an innuendo!”

Grif had an expression that was an odd combination of pissed-off and mortified. He had really only mean to say that the sexual language and Donut’s general attitude had made him think of Kai, which was all kinds of awkward, so back then, Grif just wanted Donut to fuck-off. Instead, Grif had revealed several INSECURITIES. Gross.

It was still part of the rambling problem; once he got going, it was hard to stop.

As the truth dawned on Donut, he slowly began to smile. That was... kind of nice? Well, not nice for Grif, who at the time, had been miserable... but now? After so much time has passed? Donut began to positively beam at Grif, and since they were so close that Donut’s chest was pressed against Grif’s shoulder, it was hard not to notice.

“I reminded you of Kai... and you didn’t want to think about her, or how much you missed her,” Donut said. Grif made a dismissive grunt in response. “And all those times you scolded her, it wasn’t about embarrassing the family... you were just worried she might get her feelings hurt, because people used to make YOU feel bad about yourself,” another grunt. Donut continued to smile, knowing perfectly well how rare it was for Grif to share any insight about himself, and thus how special this conversation was.

Grif rolled his eyes, and gave-in. He slung an arm around Donut’s back, and Donut immediately laughed gleefully, hugging him in return.

“Everybody who acted like they were better than you... they weren’t just hypocrites, they were assholes. I know, we’ve all been assholes too, but like you said, works-in-progress. You’re not such a jerk anymore, and besides, even when you were, you still mattered as a person. You aren’t less important than somebody else, even if they’re trying to make you feel that way...” Donut spoke, his tone serious but still slightly kind. It made Grif feel a twist of guilt, for all the insults he used before; Donut, the Blues, Carolina and Wash, Doc Lopez, Simmons... he felt less bad about insulting Sarge (most of the time, he was just returning the favor. Then again, maybe lashing out because you have some unresolved issues was pretty common).

“Thanks. And, y’know... even though you aren’t making so many double-entendres anymore, it’s still kinda cool that you’re all comfortable being yourself. When you talk about things you enjoy, and you really just let yourself be happy. That’s good. My sister, too. It’s hard for me to admit, but I’m proud of her. She doesn’t give a damn about other people’s opinions, she knows who she is and what she’s about. You’re both really... out-going, and that’s kinda cool,” Grif said reluctantly.

“Have you told HER any of this?”

“Nope,” Grif shoved more food into his mouth.

“Well, you should... at least the parts about how you’re proud of her, and how you recognize her right to live her life how she pleases. She knows you love her, but I bet she’d like to hear you also respect her!” Donut gave Grif an extra little squeeze before letting go.

“Mmmmmmmaybe...” Grif grumbled.

“And thanks for telling ME, Grif... it’s ironic, too. Because when I first met you and Simmons, I kinda felt like you guys were sort of my big bros... you even picked on me! You sent me to get HEADLIGHT FLUID!” Donut shoved him.

“Haha, and you WENT!” Grif grinned back.

“I knew you guys were making it up, I’m not THAT stupid!”

“Then why did you try to buy a flag from the Blue Store?”

“Fuck you!”

Donut was laughing as he reached out, this time not going for a hug, but attempting to get Grif in a head-lock. Grif lightly smacked him away, before abruptly bringing the rough-housing to a halt.

“Hey man, don’t knock over the food!” he kept one hand on Donut’s chest, pressing the guy flat against the wall, and straightened the plate with the other. Then he picked up one of the slices of meat, holding it up to Donut’s face. “Here, why don’t you put another sausage in your mouth...”

“You did NOT just-” Donut wasn’t able to finish pointing out Grif’s very intentional pun, because Grif had totally lost control; he burst out laughing, dropping the sausage back onto the plate, and falling out of the booth, literally rolling on the floor. Donut tried and failed to not smile, but it spread across his face, even as he tried to give Grif a disdainful look. He finally started giggling as well, pretending to gently kick Grif away (while really just tapping Grif with his foot), and continued to eat the snacks.

[twimshi]

Reigen x !PlatonicReader

How YN meets Reigen in middle school

[Chapter one of chilli flakes !! I expanded YN's character and you can insert yourself into her as much you you please !!]

You can read the entire story that has 13 chapters here

silence.

Things were good, life was good.

At age 10 her mother got her first “special friend” YN was confused but accepted this new development.

He was a nice man, YN often struggled with language class, it didn't help that she wasn't fluent in it, only knowing a few numbers and greetings but he always took some time to help her. 

YN was getting frustrated with the ever changing syllabus in her school, numbers kept getting bigger.

Words were getting longer and more complicated, everything kept changing.

It was only natural of her to accept her dad’s offer to live with him and go to a private school, so she took 4 days to conjure up a letter to break the news to her mother.

The letter wrote.

 

Dear mom, I love you and respect you but i want to live with dad more often NOT BECAUSE YOU BAD CUZ YOU GOOD !! but i feel like i wanna be with dad,school has been getting rough and its okay if you can't afford private school. I’ll only be gone for a short period and then I'll be back.

I promise to visit you during every holiday <3.

 

Her mother looked at the paper confused but it didn't bother her too much as they walked home.

Nothing was wrong, she even told her she was quite mature for YN’s age to be so genuine in the letter, nothing was wrong.

It was night when she realized her mistake 

Don't say things to make mom mad

 

She remembers the plates, the plastic plates coming down on her as she screamed and shouted, yelling hysterics at her.

This was her fault, she made her mad.

She shouldn't have said such things. Nobody helped her, not even her neighbors.

She was at fault, she has done so much for her.

She is at fault for saying such things, nothing was wrong.

She should be happy that the plates were not fine china and were plastic, she would laugh at her own joke if the situation wasn't like this, but it was her fault.

 

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YN wailed wordlessly begging for forgiveness as her mother embraced her crying saying apologies that she immediately forgave.

The hug felt a little less warm than it used to be but she felt safe in her arms.

 -

A new kid had joined the class, he introduced himself, it wasn't all that special but YN made a mental note to invite him for lunch if he was lonely but in the end, he was able to make new friends instantly with his amazing social skills.

Amazing might be a stretch it seemed like he got along with everyone with ease.

He was kinda cool, she guesses. She looked at the school clock reading 12:45, kids over the age of 11 go home later than usual.

Groaning in annoyance she caught the attention of a fellow student who was staring at her weirdly.

YN quickly paid attention to the teacher (but she failed) who was this kid anyways?

Judging her for getting bored in math class, rude. 

Hearing the recess bell was like hearing angels sing a choir to her.

She reached over to her bag and opened her lunch box, ravishing her slice of toast with no crust that she took too much time making in the morning.

Before blessing her umami with the meal she was interrupted by a kid “Hi, I'm the new kid. What's your name?” Oh crap what's his name? she thought eternally.

Rob Araba? no, it's too cool.

Reito Araba ? no, it's too random.

Reigen Arataka? …...no it sounds wrong.

RUBEN ARASHI !! yea that sounded like it was his name.

“Uh…..names YN?”.

“Great, do you like AVAMOB by chance?” That was that old cartoon, right? Scratching her head, it took a while to process his words before it hit her

“WAIT YOU WATCH AVAMOB TOO?! HOW DID YOU KNOW” she said, flailing her arms violently. Her class gave her a quick annoyed glare, she quickly took the hint and lowered her voice, and flailed her arms less violently “how did you even know?”

Reigen placed his fingers to his chin grinning shitlessly “Heh well I guess you can call me a psychic”

 

What

The

Heck

THIS BOY COULD LIKE READ PEOPLE OR SOMETHING LIKE THE COOL MOVIES.

 

YN could not move, she in fact was melting and her classmates were witnessing the death of their fellow classmates.

All of them looked at Reigen for answers as YN slowly ascended from earth but he looked just as confused and shocked as they were.

The class monitor went yelling for a nurse to save the young girl while the young Reigen looked petrified that he killed a girl with his words“TEACHER YN IS MELTING HELLO WHAT DO WE DO”.

Well, his mom always did say he had a way with his words, but he never would have thought that it might kill a girl, let alone his first friend who liked AVAMOB.

-

The nurse's office was uneventful, she gave YN some headache patches and let her rest in the infirmary for the day.

She stared at the ceiling recalling how no one in the school liked the cartoons she liked, usually, it was either UltraMob or some kind of trending band that she wasn't all interested in but Reigen......

He was weirdly cool for liking Avamob and YN quickly decided that she wouldn't kill the boy after she helps him achieve world domination, was that maniacal of her? Maybe, but it's never too early to think about the future.

A gentle knock came from the door interrupting her thoughts.

It was Rebun Arashi.

“H-hey” he was shuffling his tiny feet towards her, his hands clasped against each other nervously while his right leg rubbed on his left leg nervously in anticipation for YN’s reaction.

 

Shaking his nerves away he walks towards the infirmary bed holding out some MnMs, YN tilted her head in confusion.

Was this a peace offering of some kind?

Regardless, the half-conscious girl accepted it with no fuss.

She decided something significant as she ascended to heaven with the candy giving her some strength since she wasn't able to eat lunch.

Ruben Arashi was the greatest guy she's ever been given the chance to know, she never expected a person could be so wonderful.

Oh, and Ruben was a psychic.

He knew her favorite snack was MnM's without guessing.

With that thought, YN quickly grasped her hands towards herself and took a deep breath “Ruben Arashi, would you do the honors of making me your apprentice?!” she said enthusiastically.

The younger boy stuttered backward “Hu-huh? I just w-wanted to give you some snacks after the class monitor carried you here and that's not my name”

The boy was sweating buckets at this point, flustered at the bold announcement yet intrigued.

YN flicked the hair out her face trying to look cool but she ended up with her spitting the sweaty locks out of her mouth

“How did you know I liked AvaMob?? AND LIKED MnMS?!” she moved closer into his personal space looking deep into his eyes, she was ready for him to take a step back but he stood still.

Ruben was so cool to her and if he was truly a psychic, she could become his apprentice and learn the ways of becoming a true psychic herself.

Maybe fly to ‘Ghibli Land’ as she called it.

She can finally be with Haku, her lover and run away.

While YN was fantasizing about her soon depart from Earth Reigen’s thoughts were racing in his mind, he had already given up this chunibyo dream of his becoming someone special with powers.

Wait, did YN want to be special? Did she think he was special?

Both tweens were in deep thought, the dense aura of their thoughts traveled around the school causing a shiver among their classmates.

The girl with bandages wrapped around her head, stood on the cheap lumpy mattress - fist in the air that made her look heroic like ‘SuperMob’ but only this time, she looked way cooler in the eyes of Reigen “RUBEN ARASHI YOU-”.

“Its Reigen, Reigen Arataka”.

She stared at him with annoyance after he interrupted her.

“Whatever Reiben Arataba" He sighs and whispers "Close enough" before YN continues "We shall work together as a team and I , YN LN shall work by your side as your loyal apprentice. Only if you want to” She said the last part rather softly, but before he could even give weight to her sudden outburst YN clasped her hands in his.

‘It's sweaty’ Reigen thought, maybe it was his hands.

Maybe they both had sweaty hands, Reigen internally thought he met his platonic soulmate.

They were gonna be sweat bros for life.

He felt captured by her aura, the optimistic attitude she has.

The way the sun illuminated her skin, acne and all.

Her words captured him like a lasso made out of takoyaki but only this time, it was an endless supply.

Words bubble up from his throat but never seem to pop out of his mouth.

“So what do you think about it, Reigen?” she was still holding his hands.

“I don't see why not” he said in the most cracked-up prepubescent boy voice but YN never noticed, she only smiled with glee and asked for his number. 

Little did YN know that Reigen only knew she liked avamob from her Appa hair clips and everyone loves MnMs, but to YN it wasn't that simple.

She just met a very cool friend that she would be definitely meeting again.

The feeling of warmness inside her begins to grow with joy.

[You can continue on A03 !! Its linked of my profile]

[vespertineart]

Not an Ask Albedo but its so cool that there's teenagers watching and loving Ben10 NOW, because to me Ben 10 fans now are either oldies in their 20s who've been watching it since 2006 or 10 year olds who loved the reboot. Also amazing that you crush and fangirl over Ben, as me and friends in the 2010s self-projected onto Ben instead, even now I watch OS and Omniverse and think 'he's just like me fr'. I never thought of him as 'attractive', so I'd love to hear what you find attractive about him!

OOOOOH THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY IDK WHY!!!

oh yes, actually I've always loved the show since I was 6 (although begrudgingly at the time cause my brother's would tease me about it lol, as you probably read I was deeply affected by gender norms back then). actually I didn't know that there were so few teens nowadays that love hin haha, considering the entire franchise started in 2006, my birth year i thought that all that are left are the teens who connect with their childhood. but that guess it makes sense since any teen would be too young then to really comprehend the show all that well.

and yes, like you, i connect emotionally with Ben. He's just as emotionally driven as me, way too much for his own good. I get attached very easily, just like him, but also find it hard to commit to people when I have so many things on my mind/hands. (reffering to Julie)

but that, kinda embarrassingly lead to me having a crush on him lol ^^' ::

1- I just find his relatableness very endearing, especially for me who has his same qualities that I've been told are a burden. I love how romanticized (though in a good way) his faults are, because as the show progresses, he learns, and although stubborn and slow, he still learns. It's just a drive of affection that makes you feel proud of yourself, and seeing Ben have these qualities loved by everyone around him made me want to be like him.

2- I also love how confident af he is. I get that sometimes he's very cocky and arrogant, but then again, how else would you find the courage to win in a fatal fight? you need that confidence boost, or just the right about of positivity that'll get you to actually become determined when you're one step closer to your goal.

3- his freedom of will. actually, although silly, i always envied how easily he could manage anything he put his mind to. even if it ends up I him getting in trouble, captured or even imprisoned, I always love how open-minded he is.

4- I have this thing about me where I watch something just for the plot and never appreciate the little details. so one day I was on pinterest reliving and childhood and finding some pics of show and just went "wait the artsyle is so frikkin adorable, how did i never pay attention to that" and that applies to ALL the versions of the show. And since I'm a loser I also developed a crush on him :)) he's very pretty if you look at him well enough. it's a standard anyways: that cartoon characters should be attractive ideally, so it was bound to happen haha. but yeah, that's everything I love about Ben. overall his personality is what really captured my heart. his clumsiness, idiocy, himbo behavior always get ne screaming!!