#lucky cat themed titles

[ethies]

bwww ... does the knight of space mind coming up w lucky cat themed names , pronouns && titles ? ^^ ( if not too much or you do not feel comfey doing the lucky cat npts , pronouns that r similar 2 she / her or he / him would b nice too :3 )

hello ! here are some names , pronouns , and titles for you ...! this divine being thanks you for requesting , schy had lots of fun writing these out ^^

𓇼 . . lucky cat names : luckitty , fortune , fausta , faustette , faustina , felicity , kismet , kizzy , kit , katte , whisker , calico , callie , cheshette , cheshire , mewlina , meowli , mitten ( s ) , lioness , lionette , sylvie , sylvester , purrlina , purrette , nepeta

𓇼 . . lucky cat pronouns : mew ﾉ mews , purr ﾉ purrs , mrr ﾉ mrrp , mao ﾉ maos , meo ﾉ meow , whis ﾉ whisker , lu ﾉ luck , for ﾉ fortune , fa ﾉ fate , paw ﾉ paws , fu ﾉ fur , paw ﾉ claws , mrow ﾉ mrows , leap ﾉ leaps , pitter ﾉ patter , cat ﾉ nip , hi ﾉ hiss , ble ﾉ bless , chan ﾉ chance , des ﾉ destiny , :3 ﾉ :3s

𓇼 . . lucky cat titles : che who meows / mews / purrs / etc , this lucky feline , this fortunate kitty , the one who prospers , this cat of fate , the one you have met by chance , che who ' s luck flows like a river , cher luck , cher kismet , che of unmeasured fortune , this cat who walks with luck on cher side , the feline who is made of luck , one who is the most fortunate , che with strong destiny

𓇼 . . she he pronouns : shy ﾉ hyr , schy ﾉ schyr , sh<3 ﾉ h<3r , shx ﾉ hxr , sae ﾉ saer , shwe ﾉ hwer , sh! ﾉ h!r , sh? ﾉ h?r , sh* ﾉ h*r , sh♡ ﾉ h♡r , se ﾉ shim , hy ﾉ hym , hy ﾉ hymn , hey ﾉ hem , h<3 ﾉ h<3m , hx ﾉ hxm , hae ﾉ haem , hwe ﾉ hwim , h! ﾉ h!m , h? ﾉ h?m , h* ﾉ h*m , h♡ ﾉ h♡m , he ﾉ her , she ﾉ him , e ﾉ im , e ﾉ er , her ﾉ sim

please Enjoy these ...! the One Who embodies purity Worked very hard On Them ... v? is especially Proud of the titles ! ae Hopes they are all to your satisfaction , and this Sea creature thanks You for Requesting ! ^^ che may be Replaced with Anybeings Individual pronouns , as always~

[aestrayla]

the forbidden book ft. satan

summary: you accidentally opened the forbidden book of cat transfiguration ft. satan x gn!reader (inspired by that one om audio of satan and mammon lol)

cw: slight suggestive themes (like 1%), mostly just fluff! minors may interact.

word count: 0.6k

a/n: this is my first time writing a fic so if it's terrible i apologise in advance. constructive criticism and tips are most welcome.

being the sneaky little human you were, you were tiptoeing around the house towards the library. you were tossing and turning in bed all night unable to sleep, so you decided to pick out a book that might help put you to sleep.

it was far past curfew, and you were terribly afraid of waking anyone up because a grumpy, half-asleep demon didn't sound like much fun at all to deal with and you most definitely didn’t want to get scolded by lucifer.

after entering the library, you chose a selection of books you wanted to read and settled into one of the chairs. the heat from the fireplace provided you with pleasant warmth as you took one of the books and placed it onto your lap. the book had no title, but a single picture of a cat printed onto the cover.

you flipped open the book and to your surprise, found yourself buried under the book you had just opened. as you turned to face the room, you noticed that it grew much larger than you had remembered. 

suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching. because you didn't have time to hide, your only option was to crouch behind the chair's armrest in the hopes that it would act as some form of cover.

"hm? what's this?"

unfortunately, it was pretty obvious that you were there because your tail was peeking out from the chair.

as the footsteps came closer you heard a sharp gasp.

"i-is that... a..."

satan had discovered you skulking behind the chair's armrest.

"how cute!"

he immediately grabbed you by your sides and lifted you into the air. while hovering over him, he pulls you into his lap while taking a seat in the chair.

even though you were aware of his obsession with cats, you had no idea how much worse it was when he was alone.

you began purring as soon as he started to stroke your fur. as much as you didn't want to, you had no control over it.

"who's the cutest little cat?" he cooed.

he stroked you delicately, moving his hands from your back to your cheek. your head began to tilt and rub against his hand.

you didn't want to enjoy this but the brushing through your fur felt so good.

"i don't know how you got in here but you're lucky i found you. if someone like lucifer had found you, he'd probably throw you out. not that i'd let that bastard anyway, you're just so adorable!"

you got up from his lap and climbed further up his body. your paws began to knead at his chest as you pressed your little head against his cheek.

he let out a few soft chuckles, "that tickles!"

after some time, his eyes began to fall heavy and his hands began to slow down. you moved in closer to feel his warmth and found that you were starting to nod off as well.

POOF!

you immediately removed your head from the crook of his neck in embarrassment. you didn't expect to transform back so quickly.

his eyes shot open in surprise as he paused to look up at you with wide eyes, one hand was tangled in your hair while the other rested at your waist. his eyes travelled down from your face.

your hands were rested against his chest and your legs were positioned beside his waist. you had him straddled beneath you.

you felt a rush of heat against your face as a faint smirk began to form at his lips.

"well, what do we have here?"

©2023 aestrayla. do not modify, copy, translate or share.

[archaiclumina]

FFXIV Fauxlore Mini Bang - The Final Update!

Hail well, pray tell, and might you know? How so, the woe of a prince from Nagxia was solved by temple cats? Not rats or bats, they hunted ghosts and hosts, who boast of wicked curse, and worse. Dispersed, by cats, now small; back then, they were large as couerl, born all in halls of Nagxian Kings.

— A translation of the opening stanza of the Nagxian folk tale, the Legend of Phra Malee and the Temple Cat, as traditionally sung by Nagxian bards. 

Concept sketch by mythiclings

Another little fauxlore update from me as we approach the final date for the release of all the amazing projects by other pairs and solo participants involved in the Fantastic Fauxlore FFXIV Mini Bang!

I am very excited to share the full piece of Fauxlore I've been working on — The Legend of Phra Malee and the Temple Cat, on March 11, alongside the final pieces of wonderful art provided by my artist partner, @mythiclings.

It has been so lovely to work with them, above you can see one of the fantastic concept sketches of the character, Phra Rakana and his two temple cats they kindly let me share with you all!

In the spirit of sharing and talking about the ins and outs of the creative process, and just for those interested, here's a little story about how I decided to write a whole lore bent folk story just from the Nagxian cat minion's description, and the challenges faced during such a random little undertaking, under the cut c:

It all started when I was first drabbling about Ren’s childhood — way back in April of 2023! I wanted a story or a fairy tale which Ren’s father and uncle both read to her when she was very young. At this stage the story itself wasn’t very important, but it needed a title because something important was going to be hidden in that book when Ren’s father disappeared. After settling on a type of folk tale (one with an animal), I decided to make it a cat for fun. Because, I love cats, and my husband’s OC, Cal, has a Nagxian cat minion which he won in a game of Triple Triad. Looking at the Nagxian Cat minion’s description, I decided to give the titular character in the story a Thai name: The legend of Phra Malee and the Temple Cat. (You can read the very first tumblr mention of it here in one of the few drabbles I’ve shared c’: )

Shortly after finishing that drabble, I encountered the fauxlore mini bang project! Once I saw it, I was determined to turn the imaginary book into real-ish book. Or at least a short story c':

Of course, I'm not Thai, although living down under, I am lucky we have a vibrant community of Thai diaspora. So, in my spare time I started researching about Thai folk lore; reading the stories that were easily accessible to me via online and my local library, researching the meter of a Klon, speaking to folks about their experience with Thai culture, and gathering material to hopefully create a folk tale that would echo the themes and spirit of Thailand’s own folk traditions, while also feel distinctly "Hydaelyn" and also borrow from the themes and characters we've all come to love while playing the game.

All this posed a challenge! It's been tough at times. I've had plenty of anxiety about offending folks of Thai heritage. Throughout the story, I've tried my absolute best to be respectful to the history and culture I've learned about over the past six months. I've endeavored to correctly use real Thai words, and also use what I've learned of Thai language to create original Nagxian names that feel like they'd fit in the world the Warrior of Light inhabits.

Although every character in the story is original, their journey's and arcs are also inspired by characters from the MSQ. Keeping them as their own unique characters, and trying to mirror the character arcs we follow through our gameplay was a totally different challenge that taught me a lot about writing the kinds of characters I'm not used to! Malee herself is even based on a character from the MSQ who I myself am not particularly fond of c': but I am happy to admit, telling the story of that character arc in a new way gave me a new found appreciation for them in the WoLs story!

Finally, this story is a folk story. It's written like old folk tales, in a way where it should be easy for someone to speak it aloud. Finding ways to preserve the oral traditions of folk tales meant sometimes that oft mentioned advice "show don't tell" had to go out the window. Reminding myself, regularly, that all advice about writing is contextual, and none of it will ever apply to every situation, is a reminder I think all writers need from time to time c:

It’s been an absolute blast working on this little lore bent project, and I hope these little updates help inspire others to jump into different areas of creative writing, to engage with folk lore from other countries and to keep sharing their own work and experiences too! (Even if like me, you’re not usually brave enough to!)

[yourdarlingness]

✦ Lucky cat ~ themed　names — prns — titles

╰　requested by @luckykonekoo !

NAMES ︙　lucky . luckiette . luckiess . luckeine . luckitty / luckitten . luckita . fortunesse . fortunette . fortunia . serendipity . serenity . sereniesse . sereniette . serene . chance . chancy . chanciene . chansiette . chanceia . charme . charmie . charmette . charlita . charmin . lumeow . lucoine . lucoinette . lucoiness . purrie . purrlita . purriane . purmew . purmewin . fluke . fluky . flukitty . flukiene

PRNS ︙　mew / meow . paw . lu / luck . luck / lucky / luckycat . purr . coi / coin . fu / fluke . che / chance . se / ser / seren(dipity) . mrrp . bell . yae / yarn . kit . 🪙 . 🧶 . 🐈 . 🐾 . 🔔

TITLES ︙　the lucky/luckiest cat . the cat who brings fortune . the kitty's eternal luck . prn whose luck is everlasting/eternal . the kitty cat . the heaven-sent cat . prn whose life is fulfilled . the cat's peaceful life/day

[deitiesofduat]

[07] -- BASTET

✦ TITLE: Lady Bastet -- The Goddess of Joy, Music, and Dance

✦ SACRED ANIMAL: The Cat ✦ DIVINE WEAPON: Sistrum ✦ NOTABLE EPITHETS: "Lady of the Rising Sun; Mistress of Splendor; Who Fills the Palace with Joy; She Who Dispels Darkness" ✦ PROFILE: https://deitiesproject.com/portfolio/bastet/

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Lady Bastet is the youngest daughter of Ra. Her sisters include Sekhmet, Mafdet, Hathor, and Serqet.

The feline goddess Bastet is well-known throughout the pantheon for her energetic and friendly demeanor. Much like her sacred animal, she is naturally curious and perceptive, and her divine connection to music and dance keeps her light on her feet and eager for fun.

DEITIES x OC_TOBER -- Deity Profiles [Full Character Lineup]

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How fortunate for Bastet to be lucky number 7 of this DEITIES OC_Tober run! She'll also start off the run count of Ra's daughters -- expect the rest of her sisters within the next few profiles /o/

Bastet may not be part of the major trio of DEITIES's main storyline, but she helps form a secondary trio of the youngest gods with Anubis and Horus. Bastet's also become something of a mascot deity for the project, alongside the familiar Setspawn and Ba mascots that float around the blog updates and promotion banners...

(the Ko-fi page is here BTW -- no need to donate anything, I just rly liked this banner artwork of Bastet and the other mascots haha)

As one more fun fact, for anyone wondering why Bastet is a solid-colored brown cat and not -- say -- an appropriately-themed Egyptian Mau, the reasons are twofold: (1) The Havana Brown is one of my favorite cat breeds, visually, and I loosely based her design off this breed; and (2) I didn't want to commit to drawing all of the Mau's spots every time I drew Bastet's cat form, especially for any comic panels... 😂

[sweetpeterparker]

tom holland - fics recommendation ✯

the (y/n) lively-reynolds (series) (@liberty-barnes )

→tom holland x famous!reader this is so amazing and funny PLS-

instead of you (series) (@wazzupmrstark )

→tom holland x reader (sam's best friend) (i need updates i need to know what's gonna happen)

bound to you series (@vendettaparker )

→tom holland x reader (royal AU) this is so so good (be ready to get mad at tom though)could talk about it for hours and make lots of parallels with taylor swift songs

miss americana & the heartbreak prince (series) @alltoowelltom

→tom holland x famous!reader/ fake dating/ a lot of taylor swift references... SO GOOD

slow dancing (@saturnpeter )

→tom holland x reader i'm a sucker for a slow dance, this is so cute

painted picture (@tom-holland-parker )

→single dad!tom holland x reader love the single parent trope and his daughter is the cutest ever

the worst best man (@takenbyheartstrings )

→tom holland x reader. reader and tom' s wedding, harrison being the best best man ever

the lakes (where all the poets went do die) (@indouloureux )

→tom holland x reader inspired by the lakes (ts), so good!!

getaway car (@alltoowelltom )

→tom holland x reader THIS! THIS IS ALL I NEED

cold hands, soft love (@togrowoldinv )

→tom holland x reader this feels personal as my hands are always cold

between the lines (@userholland )

→frat!tom holland x reader tw: mentions of divorce, trust issues

people i don't like part one (@totheblood )

→frat!tom holland x reader (college!au, richkid!au)

painful back, fairy fingers (@thollandsdarling )

→tom holland x reader dedicate this one to my constant need of a back massage

shaking (@spideysbae )

→tom holland x reader tw: blood, mentions of anxiety, somehow hurt/comfort

sun kissed (@mirrorwxlls -can't tag them for some reason?)

→tom holland x reader kinda of childhood friends to lovers

lucky i can't say no (@t-lostinworlds )

→tom holland x reader in the history of finding a cat and tom warming up to him SO CUTE ONE OF MY FAVS

secret (@whatevsholland )

→college!tom holland x reader. secret relationship, accidental revelation, "enemies" to lovers

traditions with a twist (@wazzupmrstark )

→tom holland x reader christmas au! meeting tom's parents, gingerbread house contest

he dies in the end (@allfandomxreader )

→tom holland x reader angst with no fluff, hurt/no comfort, what the title says

cabin confessions (@t-lostinworlds )

→tom holland x reader halloween themed, enemies to lovers, forced proximity? SO GREAT

(if you are not comfortable being tagged here, please message me so i can edit this<3)

[shikantazaart]

"Lucky" by NFT Murder

Introduction: In the constantly evolving realm of contemporary digital art, the piece titled "Lucky" by the avant-garde artist known as "NFT Murder" emerges as a distinctive commentary on cultural iconography and post-modern aesthetics.

Composition and Color: At first glance, "Lucky" captivates the viewer with its bold use of contrasting colors. The vibrant hues of green juxtaposed against the burnt orange background not only catch the eye but create an almost ethereal ambiance that seems to oscillate between the surreal and the tangible. NFT Murder's deliberate choice to incorporate neon shades rekindles memories of 80s and 90s pop culture, evoking a sense of nostalgia.

The main character, presumably "Lucky" the cat, dominates the center of the canvas, strategically placed to anchor the viewer's gaze. This is further complemented by the recurring motifs of spectral figures and eerie apparitions which orbit around the feline protagonist.

Symbolism: "Lucky", marked by its crossed-out eyes, is both whimsical and mysterious. This duality, combined with the symbols of bats and ghostly creatures, exudes an aura of mysticism and perhaps a hint towards the ephemeral nature of luck itself. The presence of the word "Lucky" emblazoned atop the cat's hat serves as a poignant reminder of the work's central theme and raises questions about the very nature of fortune in today's fragmented world.

The skull, another prominent motif, may signify the transient nature of life, while its playful rendering contradicts the traditional macabre association, suggesting that there's beauty to be found even in the darker facets of existence.

Technique: NFT Murder showcases an adept mastery over digital techniques. The textures, especially evident in the strokes that outline the figures, exhibit a raw, almost graffiti-like quality. This could be seen as a nod to street art and its inherent counter-cultural ethos, reinforcing the artist's position on the fringes of mainstream acceptance.

Conclusion: "Lucky" by NFT Murder is a testament to the artist's ability to meld traditional symbols with modern digital techniques to produce a work that resonates on multiple levels. It's a celebration of the past, a commentary on the present, and a prophecy of a future where digital art blurs the boundaries of what's real and what's imagined. In its entirety, "Lucky" stands as a vibrant beacon in the ever-expanding universe of digital artistry, beckoning viewers to both reminisce and reimagine.

This piece is currently on show in the Shikantaza Secrets 001 Exhibition, details can be found here:

[dappledpaintbrush]

Good day, I hope that you are well;

Do you ever happen to ponder what the writers' room must have been like for Super Paper Mario? "Yeah, you know our main Wahoo go-lucky happy Mario protagonist? Yeah, well, let's make a game where he isn't relevant at all, make it touch relatively dark themes and we make my intricate and deep teenage Original Characters the real main characters with an extremely intricate plot that you wouldn't expect any game of the brand we are known for to have"

The game is so...Jarringly out of place, it's...Fascinating-

Nintendo has a few of these very large art books (Eg. Zelda and Mario Odyssey) where they go over all of the development work, conceptual stages, writer material in excruciating detail- It would be amazing if there were one of those for this particular game-

It's a shame that there isn't a lot of beta material released for this title other than some early Nastasia sprites, early animations (eg. The Dimentio Walking one and the Super Dimentio unused mouth animations) and Flip Folk character designs (And of course the early cat build) I can imagine a lot of work was put into the game's writing- I find the geometric designs to be extremely fascinating for multiple reasons too, symbolically and visually, but that's a discussion for another day. Are there other beta materials I seem to be missing?

My apologies for the long "ask"

Have a nice day.

Hello!! I hope all is well too :]

Oh my god I think about this SO MUCH. Like. One, how did they come to the conclusion this story is what they’re gonna go with, and two, how did it get approved? I’ve heard SPM be described as a “bad fanfiction,” and honestly, take “bad” out and I agree. This game strays so drastically from the norm that it does feel like a fanfiction (in the best way possible). I wonder how much DIDN’T get approved that is now lost to time.

I’ve been on many hunts for any beta content, but all I can find that is reliable is stuff from The Cutting Room Floor. It honestly upsets me. I feel like this game deserves an art book regardless of whether or not I personally wanted one. The design of SPM is incredibly creative and one of the first of its kind. The character and level designs themselves (because they really are unique), the constant references to technology in an era where it was becoming increasingly more apart of every day life, and the thought process behind implementing 3D into a 2D space are all things I want to know the details behind SO badly. Of course art is important in every video game, but in the Paper Mario series, the game almost revolves entirely around the art and design choices, and SPM is no exception. I would also go even more crazy for a book or even any information at all about the writing process, but I’m not sure how much of that has survived. I wouldn’t be surprised if most of it has to come from the writers’ own recollections. Hell, who even knows if any concept art is around anymore either, unless they kept it in a filing cabinet somewhere (or, if it’s all digital, they actually kept up with the files).

The cat build is very interesting to me because we have NO idea what it was for. Was it for another game? If so, what is it doing in SPM’s files? Is it for SPM? The “3D world builds” that were also found imply SPM was originally not going to be a side scroller and instead, you’d be able to roam around like you do in any other Paper Mario game. Unless those world builds were for the cats only- which again, were they for SPM or something else?? WHAT WERE THEY DOING THERE?? EXPLODES!!!!! AND YES!!! THE SYMBOLISM FOR THE GEOMETRIC SHAPE DESIGNS IVE HEARD ABOUT THAT SOMEWHERE. GOD ITS SO GOOD . CHEWS ON MY ARMS.

And to answer your question, there’s definitely more beta material out there, but none come to mind at this moment :O

And don’t apologize!! I love longer asks! I enjoy discussing this game with people a LOT

Have a good day to you to!! :D

[kisilinramblings]

asking for a writer friend... can you give us possible Ladybug Hero names? for a male ladybug?

He's a teacher and he already has a different monicker using a different powerset and he first became a hero back when he was a highschool student.

He was also not very bright when he was a student. He's more of a friendship monster and would rather befriend everyone he meets.

Also possible hero names for Ladybug + Cat unified hero names??? They kinda wrote it in a way that he was forced to unify the ladybug and cat miraculous.

Hmmm... Well, I dunno about suggestions, but I can offer some tracks to look for based on canon.

There are the characters whose hero's name is rather simple and is just based on what Miraculous they are using like Ladybug, Chat Noir, Papillon, Eagle. Some might specifies a species or add a little color to their name (i.e. Tigresse Pourpre). Or, in the case of Monarch, the species name also contains a double meaning. Monarch being a type of butterfly and a title to the sovereign head of a state.

Other are inspired by the power. Traquemoiselle, Multimouse, Polymouse and Parque Écarlate (Scarlet Fate, Joan's superhero name) check out for this.

Some prefer to go with a feature from their animal theme. Like Carapace which is the shell name of the turtle.

Characters who are attached to their ethnicity and culture may go with their name in their first language or inspired by it. Like Rena Rouge and Ryuuko.

Or like Queen Bee, Coq Courage or Catwalker/Patte de velour, their hero names is influenced by their personality or who they wish to be.

They are character who takes inspiration on mythology for their superhero name. That is true for Mayura, Minotaurox, Pégase, Roi Singe.

On the more creative sides, we have portmanteau (Flairmidable, Traquemoiselle, Minotaurox) or pick the species and simply add a suffix (Pigella, Caprikid, Viperion, Vesperia, Bunnyx).

With that in mind, what can be considered for a male ladybug superhero?

Well, there is of course the French word for Ladybug (Coccinelle). I however wouldn't reduce to Cocci because it could sound to similar to Coccyx which is the name of the tail bone. Still, fun fact! The term Coccinelle derived from the latin word Coccineus which refers to the the bug's scarlet color. So that's a start (as well as explaining why Joan is refered to the color instead of any bug species).

Also, your friend could always refer to the bug nature of the Ladybug. (Coccinellidae / Coccinellid, Beetle, Coleoptera, Coléoptère) or its features with the spots.

The Power of Creation itself is themed around luck and fate. Because of this, the Lucky Charm is also mysterious in how it works and can feel really random and impredictable. I imagine your friend can look for English words refering to chance but in case they need some french words inspiration, here some :

Aléa (means unpredictable event either good or bad. Often seen in its plural form ex: Les aléas de la vie. The term is also found in the word "Aléatoire" (random))

Augure (litt. Omen. Can be both good or bad).

Chance / Chanceux (lucky)

Destin (fate)

Veinard (word comes from a very familiar dialect. Means lucky).

Prospère (prosperous)

Those word can be a start to come up with a portmanteau or either had a prefix, suffix, adjective or little title.

Outside of that, I haven't found any legends or myths about ladybugs. Aside that little story from the 10th century on how ladybugs got associated with luck.

Although, in terms of pun, in the song When you're evil by Voltaire, there is a verse where the singer say :

To the gentlemen, I'm Miss Fortune To the ladies, I'm Sir Prize.

So, I don't know about you, but I think that pun was clever. Dunno if it could apply to a Ladybug holder though.

Hope that helps!

Also, everyone, feels free to add suggestions to this post if you have one.

[fabseg-reader]

Miraculous: Tales in the Opposite Universe (Inversed Personas AU): Chapter Two part 6

This story is a fanfiction (Not an official script for an episode of the TV show). Some characters result from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir (original title: Miraculous: Les aventures de Ladybug et Chat Noir). It contains some original characters (OC) but they're fanon. All rights reserved to ZagToon.

Part one two three four five

At the rusted ship Liberty where the Thrower shoots many summoned projectiles on Wayhem who dodges its all. Meanwhile, the brown boy begins to exhaust. The villain throws a trash bin with his slingshot and manages to hit the latter's shoulder. That's causing Wayhem's fall on the ground. Ouch !

W (thinking): "I can't keep up. He's going to crush me the face. If I had Tikki with me. If I had still my earrings…"

Th: "I will teach you how to not interfere on my business, you dick. It's between Adrien and ME."

W (breathing): "I know Adrien is an unpleasant guy. I even berated him for his actions, but he has a good side on him. He makes efforts for changing himself."

The Thrower enrages because of his enemy's words.

Th: "Adrien is a bastard. You dont have to defend his foolish dude, Wayhem."

W (smiling): "If you think about him like that so you'll never learn to better know."

Just as he was going to shoot one last time, he is suddenly stopped by a moving staff that destroy the projectile due to the impact.

Th: "Hey !! What's wrong…"

The Thrower is surprised. Ladybug and Alley Cat stand up in front of him. While the villain is watching the two superheroins, Wayhem manages to escape and find a hideout before he joins the Resistance group.

Th: "Alley Cat and… (to Ladybug) Who are you, 'black and red' girl ?"

Ladybug: "I am Ladybug. I want to say you: Cease your attack and let's talk together."

Alley Cat: "Seriously ? I have a better line. (to the Thrower) Cease your attack against the music party. These kids were just purring.

Th: "Where is Adrien ?"

AC (exposing her tongue): "Go to find him yourself."

The villain becomes mad that he shoots on the superheroin duo. The battle has begun. The Ladybug-Alley Cat pair and the Thrower fight each other by punching, kicking, sending magic attacks, staff hitting and yo-yo spinning.

LB: "We must destroy his slingshot, Alley Cat."

Th: "You two are really troublesome, ladies."

AC: "Hey ! I'm a cat. Not a lady. It's time to beat you up. Cataclysm !"

Alley Cat summons her power of Destruction.

LB: "That's too earlier. Damn ! Lucky Charm !"

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At this moment, a butterfly-themed supervillainess watches the battle from the rooftop of a building behind a fireplace. She is on the other side of the Seine: It's Lycène Bleue but, this time, she has a different look (she has red black-dotted parts on her villain's outfit). She has already unified Ladybug and Butterfly miraculouses.

She waits the right moment for catch Alley Cat off guard.

Lycène (thinking): "The Thrower is a good distraction. If he resists long enough, Alley Cat could accidentally make a mistake with her Cataclysm. If her and the other parallel Ladybug holder manage to defeat him. I'll use the plan B."

She watches her yo-yo and she smirks before stealthily moving to the ship and hiding behind.

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Back to the battle, Ladybug and Alley Cat had just taken advantage on the Thrower. The villain is immobilised by the Ladybug's yo-yo. Alley Cat puts her Cataclysm on the slingshot and destroys it where the akuma emerges from. Ladydug prepares his yo-yo.

LB: "No more evil-doing for you, little akuma."

She purifies the dark butterfly turned back into white. Bye bye, little butterfly !

AC: "That was easy, ma Lady."

LB: "Yeah. Bien joué ! (thinking) And no need to call me 'ma Lady'. It's Cat Noir who says that."

They bump their fists each and other for celebrate their success while the deakumarized ginger boy is confused saying "Where am I ?".

The red black dotted superheroin is going to throw the Lucky Charm (that's a towel) in the air for fix it all but she suddenly stops.

AC: "What's wrong, Ladybug ?"

She thinks about a detail. Wait a minute !

LB: "This battle was too easy and too fast. Something is suspicious. My Lucky Charm hasn't been useful yet."

AC (slightly teasing): "If you say it. I go to jump for verify where Lycène could hide while you clean dishes."

Alley Cat jump at the bow of the ship and…

AC: "YAAAAH !!"

Alley Cat's scream alerts Ladybug. She turns her sight to the bow. Ladybug is suddenly horrified: Lycène holds Alley Cat as her prisoner. She has trapped her in a red black dotted barrel filles with glue. The now red-and-purple (instead of blue) butterfly villainess is satisfied of her plan B.

Ly: "It's useless to go to a hidden place, Catgirl. You cannot Cataclysm two times before detransformation. The only remain miraculous for accomplish my wish is mine."

AC: "Screw you, Lycène Bleue !"

Ly: "I am not Lycène Bleue anymore. I will…"

Ladybug throws her yo-yo for attacking Lycène forcing the latter to dodge and land on the quai. Her heroic action moves her adversary away from Alley Cat.

LB: "Don't make bad things to my teamate, Lycène."

Lycène/Coccilycène: "I am Coccilycène now, Ladybug girl from another world. Alley Cat is already trapped in my barrel and I will take her ring once I make you bite the dust."

LB: "Cat Noir will coming for stop you."

CLy: "We'll see that."

The two fighters each have their earrings that are ringing. They had already both summoned the Lucky Charm. They each have four minutes before detransformation.

They spin their yo-yos and they exchange yo-yo attacks each against other. This time, it's between Ladybug and Coccilycène.

One minute passed and the two fighters are in a tied score. Meanwhile, that could change. Their yo-yos already got intertwined. While Ladybug thinks of how to use the towel, Coccilycène has an idea.

CLy: "You're talented and skilled, Ladybug. Despite I've got more one miraculous than you, I praise you."

LB (a bit of amazed): "You praise me ? (sarcastical tone) Don't try to distract me."

CLy (teasing): Your Cat Noir is still late. I'm thinking what if he's sleeping in a tree."

Coccilycène takes a look on the Ladybug's towel/Lucky Charm.

CLy: "Do you will use tour towel for do cat grooming ? Alley Cat will need it and Cat Noir too."

While the red-purple villainess tries to gain some time for her future strike with her cane-sword on her back, Ladybug looks on a group of teenagers who are behind a pillar of the quai twenty meters from the back of the villainess.

LB: "Of course, Cocci. And it's you who will help me for that."

CLy: "(thinking) Sound like crazy. (talking, amused) I would like to see that."

She exits her cane-sword from behind her back with the left hand. With her sword, she rubs along the thread of her yo-yo and then she grinds the yo-yo like a fishing rod. Ladybug is like tracted (her yo-yo is still intertwined with the Coccilycène's other) in reason of this enemy's unexpected move but she resists by holding the line as possible.

LB (thinking): "Damn ! If I drop now, I will be disadvantaged and nobody can't stop Lycène. Where are you, Chaton ? Now !"

While Ladybug still struggles for not letting go, she watches the group (leaded by Nino) who is silently advancing behind Coccilycène: Each teenager (plus Adrien and Wayhem) is equiped of a paintball rifle. She smiles.

CLy: "Why are you smiling ? Have you lost your mind, Ladybug ?"

LB: "I don't send the message to you, Cocci."

CLy: "What message ?"

LB (to the Resistance group): "NOW !!"

The Resistance group (Nino, Alya, Ivan, Mylène, Luka, Juleka, Rose, Adrien and Wayhem) instantly shoots on Coccilycène. The latter is surprised, shocked: she is hit almost every way and she looses all her weapons (yo-yo and cane-sword). "AAARH !!!"

Ladybug throws her yo-yo for immobilise the destabilized and dirty painted villainess. Adrien comes from behind their enemy and removes the earrings to her. Back into Lycène Bleue, the butterfly girl turns her eyes on him.

Coccilycène/Lycène Bleue (perplexed): "Adrien ?!"

Impressive and stoic, The boy glares the villainess. And the Wayhem-related Tikki appears.

W's Tikki: "Oh… I thank you, young boy."

LB: "Bien joué, Adrien. Remove her Butterfly miraculous too !"

At this moment, Lycène struggles in the Ladybug's yo-yo's thread, picks up her sword and she escapes from the thread to the Ladybug's astonishment.

LyB (enraged): "The battle isn't over yet, you morons !"

LB and the Resistance group (thinking): "Oh, no !"

An feral Lycène is going to take Adrien as hostage. Suddenly, Alley Cat surprisely attacks the villainess by barrel-rolling (but she still trapped in because of the glue). The Catgirl hits the Butterfly girl. The impact is so important Lycène is sent in the air.

LyB (shouting while falling): "I CURSE ALL OF YOOUUU…"

She falls into the Seine.

Resistance members watch on the Seine for verify where the villainess could reappear.

For Ladybug, it's time for fix it all by throwing the towel.

LB: "I understood how useful my Lucky Charm has been as a towel now. Miraculous, Ladybug !"

And all damages are reverted. The stage is repaired, Alley Cat is freed from the glue and, today, Tikki is safe kwami: The Ladybug earings from this universe have been retaken from Lycène Bleue.

After the incident, the reunion can finally resume. But before, some teenagers interrogate Adrien for knowing why he has actes like a hero. Ladybug, Alley Cat, Adrien and Wayhem decide to reveal the whole truth: They have confessed Ladybug and Cat Noir come from a parallel world. Germaine is called Marinette like MDC and Nathan is Adrien and the two come from a parallel world too.

Wayhem has confessed he's Rouge Chance. With his Tikki, he publicly transforms in front of his friends before detransforming.

W: "Meanwhile, Lycène Bleue knows my real identity. I will no longer Rouge Chance. I say to all of you: Good luck for the future."

He returns the earrings to Alley Cat the guradian of the Miracle Box (from this world, of course).

The ginger boy even apologized to Adrien for have purchased him in last day. (even if he can't remember his own akumatization).

GiB: "I sorry for having misjudged you, Adrien from another parallel world. It sounds crazy you came from another world like exactly look like the prankster Adrien who annoys us."

A: "Don't worry. I don't reject you."

GiB: "You're so kind. Wayhem is honest too. If Adrien has a good side, I invite him to a Bike race."

A: "Cool."

About revelations, Ladybug didn't have revealed her identity as Marinette or 'Germaine' and Adrien have prevented to confess to be Cat Noir. Result: These people believe they are 'four' from the previous world about to be teleported by Voyager.

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Imaginary Friends

Cesar has a best friend. Said best friend is an eldritch abomination with origins beyond our comprehension

CW for eye injury, mouth injury. An alternate dies because it’s a bitch

It was an afternoon just like any other. Yet another day was spent trying and failing to make friends, and Cesar sat dejected on the couch, Momma running her fingers through his hair and comforting him the best she could. “Don’t worry mi hijo. I’m sure you won’t have to wait much longer. Anyone would be lucky to have you as a friend.” If that was true, why did no one want to be friends with him? Cesar shifted in his seat, but decided to force that thought back down. Momma smiled. “We can still make this a good day. How about I put Sesame Street on for you, and we have empanadas for dinner?” Cesar raised his head. “Potato ones?” Momma cooed, kissing him on the forehead. “Of course mi chiquito lindo.” She turned on the TV before heading to the kitchen, the sound of various dishes being pulled out of cupboards and the commercials announcing that an episode was about to start filled the silence.

The theme song began playing, showing the colorful puppets going on various adventures with kids around his age. He frowned at kids in little groups, some holding hands. Suddenly, the sound cut out. The color was next, and the picture slowly faded away into TV static. He was just about to call out for Momma when music began to play. There was a title card too.

The Might of the Subconscious.

“Can you hear me? Hello? Can you hear me?” A face soon appeared on the screen, two small white circles for eyes and an even bigger one for the mouth. Cesar crossed his arms and huffed. “Hhhheeeyy this isn’t Sesame Street!” The face continued, Cesar’s comment going ignored. “Oh, hello! Now, you may be thinking ‘who is this voice speaking to me through my television set?’ Well, let me introduce myself. My name is Stanley.” Despite it not being the show Momma promised, Cesar smiled. He liked Stanley, he was nice! “My name's Cesar!” The corners of the face’s mouth curled slightly upwards. “That’s a very nice name, and it is very nice to meet you. Consider me a friend, because I might consider you one too.” Cesar squealed with delight. He never had a friend before!

“I like having friends. How many friends do you have?” Cesar drooped, his loneliness hitting him full force. “I don’t have any.” “That is nothing to be ashamed of. Once upon a time, I didn’t have any friends either. But then I learned something wonderful: I can make friends appear out of thin air.” Cesar ran up to the tv, small hands pressing against the cool glass. He could make a friend? Just like that? “What was that? You want to know how? Well, I can tell you, but you have to promise me that I am one of your friends first.” Cesar nodded hard and fast, sending strands of hair bouncing this way and that.

“Great. First we must consider what makes up a good friend. What do they sound like? What do they look like? What colored eyes do they have? Do you have a friend in mind?” “Yeah!” A friend that always existed in Cesar’s head, always providing warmth and comfort during the bad days. Quiet and gentle, and he liked reading and playing games and drawing. And his favorite food was pizza! And he likes cats and his favorite color is blue and-. “My, you have thought a lot about this friend, haven’t you? Wonderful job. I think it’s time for you to finally meet that friend. Now just close your eyes and think really hard about your new friend.” Cesar shut his eyes tight, and focused harder than he ever had in his life. A few moments had passed, and then a thud came from somewhere nearby. “Can you keep a secret? I think it worked. Your new friend is somewhere in your house. Now it’s up to you to go and find them.” Cesar let out an excited yell and bolted from the living room, too caught up in his joy to notice that the tv had switched itself off.

He ran from hiding spot to hiding spot, trying to find his new friend. They weren’t under the kitchen table or in the basement or behind the shower curtain. He even held his ear to Momma’s bedroom door. Nope, nothing in there. He then ran to his room, swinging the door open. And there his new friend was, a boy his age sitting cross legged on his bed. Pale skin, fluffy brown hair, a face covered in dark dots. A blue t-shirt and gray shorts and white socks. The friend smiled shyly and waved. “Hi Cesar.” Cesar couldn’t contain himself any longer and ran to his friend, jumping onto the bed and hugging the other tight. He couldn’t stop giggling and eventually the friend joined in. He pulled away only slightly so he could take a proper look. “What’s your name?!” The friend sheepishly smiled. “I don’t have one. Do you have any ideas?” Cesar hummed, trying to think of a good name, mind eventually wandering back to a book his class was currently reading, and one of the main character’s friends. He was smart and funny and Cesar’s favorite. “How bout…Mark?” “Mark…Mark…” The friend slowly sounded out the name, as if he was testing how it sounded. A grin quickly spread across his face “I love it! Thanks Cesar!” Cesar laughed and grabbed the newly named Mark by the hand and ran out of his bedroom, enjoying the feeling of not being so alone anymore.

——

It’s a warm summer day a few years later, the air is sweet and fresh, butterflies and bumblebees gather in Cesar’s mom’s garden, and with school out of the picture for the next couple of months, it was the perfect scenario for kids their age to run free and play to their heart's content for days on end. Which was what they were doing right now.

It was a battle to end all battles, Mark’s sound barrier breaking race car versus Cesar’s dinosaur that can shoot lasers out of its eyes and flames out of its mouth. The car dodged the lasers and swerved around flames so hot, they melted the buildings surrounding them. The car jumped off a skyscraper, using a pile of rocks and chunks of concrete as an impromptu ramp. The car was just allowed to land on the dinosaur’s head and-Mark snapped back into reality, staring into the woods a few yards away with an unreadable expression. Cesar blinked, trying to figure out what caught his friend’s attention. “Marcador? Are you ok?” Mark paused, smiling down at Cesar and handing him the car. “Yeah, don't worry about it. Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

The woods were cooler compared to where he had been moments before, the shade from the trees blocking out the sun. There were beams of sunshine that still poked through the foliage, but only became darker and colder the deeper the young boy went. It was completely quiet too, no birds chirping or little squirrels running through the treetops, not even the wind rustling the leaves. Complete and utter silence. That was, until Mark picked up the sound of crunching dead leaves and breaking twigs, and only getting closer. Mark turned around, only to be met with…Cesar. Mark sighed, exasperated but fond. “Sar, I told you to wait for me. It’s dark in here, you could have hurt yourself.” Cesar tilted his head, the smile never leaving his face. “Why would I ever listen to something like you?”

Mark took a step back, eyes scanning Cesar’s face. “…what are you talking about?” Cesar giggled, hollow and empty and cold. “You’re one of them, aren’t you? You always were, and you always will be one of them. No matter how many games of make believe you play.” Cesar’s smile grew too wide for his face. “How long before you finally kill me, Mark? Before you kill my mom? I know you think about it. It’s in your nature, that’s why you exist. That’s why he allows you to exist.” Mark felt his stomach turn. He picked up a stick, and jammed it into Cesar’s eye. There was the horrible sound of screaming, Cesar’s screaming, that slowly transitioned into TV static. The form followed suit, Cesar melting away to reveal a black, lanky figure. Dark red liquid dripped out of the wound, as it wrapped a hand around the stick, desperately trying to pull it out. Mark wasn’t quite satisfied with his work, so another stick found its way into the other eye. The thing screamed once again, stumbling around and trying to hold onto trees for support, liquid pouring in rivers down its face. If it hadn’t tried to imitate his best friend so poorly just seconds ago, Mark would have felt bad for it. It grabbed him, and Mark could feel its claws sinking into his skin. “You cannot run from what you are. Everyone will know. Your little pet will know, and you will be abandoned. Pray that he will be merciful enough to allow something like you to join us once agai-.” It was cut off by Mark shoving a hand into its mouth, then the other. He wasn’t going to kill it, absolutely not. Too much blood and the noise was probably going to scare the real Cesar. But Mark couldn’t let it walk away and tell the others. Not without sending a message, at least.

He began pulling down, ignoring the shrieking and keeping one hand in place to prevent it from biting down. There was only the sound of wet tearing, before the jaw came free, landing on the floor with a wet smack. It stared down at the jaw in shock before back at Mark, now only pitiful wheezes and hisses coming out. It ran deeper into the woods, leaving a trail of red liquid in its wake, the rivers turning into waterfalls. Wind rustled through the leaves, birds sang, and squirrels were arguing over nuts and berries. Mark stood there, listening to make sure it was truly gone, then back outside, letting out a sigh of relief when he could still hear Cesar’s heartbeat, strong and relaxed. He quickly walked out of the woods, not wanting to worry anyone or draw attention to himself, but also wanting to leave as soon as possible in case it decided to come back.

Cesar was still there, playing with the discarded toys and in his own world, completely oblivious to what had just happened or the danger he could have been in. And despite everything, just the sight of his best friend was enough to make Mark smile. Cesar turned around and let out a horrified gasp, and it was only then he realized he was covered in the alternate’s blood. “No, Sar, I’m ok.” Cesar grabbed his hand dragging Mark behind him, the toys completely forgotten. “Don’t worry Mark, we have band aids at my house!”

Cesar would later realize the toys had been left behind in his panic, only to find them on his porch the next morning.

——

The rain has been pouring outside nonstop and Cesar is running around excitedly. Momma is letting them take over the living room tonight, which means watching movies until the sun rises. Or until they both fall asleep. Whichever comes first. He’s grabbing all sorts of soft things-pillows and stuffed animals and blankets-while Mark has been tasked with gathering snacks from the kitchen. He ran out of his room, giggling and arms overflowing with the results of his search, the pile so big he could barely see over it, and there was a trail of things that had fallen off left behind in his wake.

He entered the living room, only to find it not only devoid of snacks, but Mark was standing in front of the TV, staring at the static with the angriest glare Cesar had ever seen on him, clenching his teeth and fists so tightly that Cesar was genuinely surprised neither was bleeding. “…and I don’t care. Hurt him, try to go after him again, and you’ll have to deal with me.” “…Mark?” “Cesar.” The other boy turned to look at him, wide eyed like he had been found with his hand in the cookie jar, and the static suddenly went away, changing to a local news channel. “Mark, are-are you ok?”

Mark snarled at the tv, before grabbing one of Cesar’s hands in both of his. “Cesar, promise me you’ll never go near one of those again. Please.” Cesar blinked, having to take it all in, a million questions forming in his head. Mark’s face was one of pure desperation and fear, a stark contrast to the calm, neutral expression he almost always wore. Mark was never scared of anything, unflappable even. Cesar doesn’t know why he was talking to the TV, let alone what would be enough to frighten someone like Mark, but he’s determined to give his best friend peace of mind. He nodded, placing his free hand over Mark’s. “I promise.”

Kids started going missing a week later.

——

Cesar never really noticed how strange Mark was. Sure, he could be a bit morbid at times and wasn’t quite as social or eager to fit in as the other kids their age, but that didn't mean he was a monster or something. If he was being honest, it was just one of the many things he admired greatly about him. Even if Cesar had forgotten how they had met, he knew his best friend had seen the best and worst parts of him, and accepted Cesar all the same. He was a good person. Which is why the comments of their peers were making his blood boil.

“Seriously Cesar, why do you bother hanging out with that freak?” A girl drawled, blond curls bouncing up and down with her movements, almost as if nodding in agreement. “He doesn't act like the rest of us, he's just creepy. He’s only going to drag you down with him, y’know. That’s all dead weight does, anyway.” “She’s right, people like Mark aren't going anywhere.” Another kid, a boy with black hair added. “Everyone knows you feel bad for him, and it’s great you want to make him feel like he can have friends, but you have to draw the line somewhere.” Cesar squeezed the pen so hard in his hand so hard that it was beginning to crack. “I don’t feel bad f-.” The black hair boy apparently decided to ignore this very obvious sign of Cesar about to lose his shit. “Come on, he's so fucking weird. You do realize he’s probably going to wind up killing som-.”

That would prove to be the final straw, as Cesar couldn’t hold himself back from punching the kid in the nose, seeing red and crimson covering his hand. Everyone gathered around in a circle, cheering and screaming as if they were watching the cage fight of a lifetime. Someone must have intervened and tore Cesar off the bastard, because the next thing he knew he was waiting to be let into the principal's office, knuckles wrapped in bandages and pressing an ice pack to a nasty bruise on his cheek. It was basically routine at this point, with the principal giving Cesar that same old robotic speech about solving his problems with words instead of violence that he heard a thousand times before, and Cesar would retort that if the principal really wanted him to stop fighting people, she should do something about the student body always ganging up on Mark because how’s what they’re doing any better? And she would sigh, clearly exhausted, and while Cesar would be given detention for the next week and yet another empty promise that something will be done about Mark and the other kids. He would never be kicked out though. Everyone knows a kid being punished for protecting his friend would only give the school a bad image.

“Sar?” Mark is cuddling with him on Cesar’s bed several hours later. “Your pulse started racing. You ok?” Cesar turned so that the two were now face to face, Mark looking soft and concerned, and Cesar could feel the frustration and anger melt away. He smiled and grabbed Mark’s hand, incredibly warm meeting icy cold. “Yeah, don’t worry about it Marcador.”

Fuck those kids. What did they know?

——

Cesar stretched, feeling his arms pop. It had finally been their senior prom, a night he had been looking forward to for years. He couldn’t say the same about Mark, who Cesar had more or less dragged to this event against his will, and had been complaining about his tie strangling him since they arrived, seeming more than happy to finally take it off, tossing that traitorous piece of blue fabric over his shoulder. “Ugh, thank fucking god! I felt like a Christmas ham.” Cesar rolled his eyes, draping an arm over Mark’s shoulders. “So you’ve said. Several times.” “Shut the hell up Torres.” Mark giggled, leaning into Cesar, a huge smile spreading across his face.

The sun had gone down hours ago, but the sky was still filled with all sorts of colors, and stars twinkled above them. It wasn’t too hot or too cold, crickets sang and street lamps were turning on, bathing the sidewalk in bright light. By all accounts, it was a perfect evening. Cesar had suggested cutting through part of the woods instead of walking the long way home, and Mark agreed, if only to get out of the rest of the suit faster.

The woods were incredibly dark, and Cesar would have been unnerved if he hadn’t crossed it thousands of times over the years. It was unnaturally quiet though, the sounds and light from the town outside had quickly faded out. It was still kind of peaceful, and Cesar found himself letting his guard down. Meanwhile, Mark seemed to be on edge, eyes darting this way and that. Cesar was just about to ask him what was wrong when something came lumbering out of the undergrowth. A little fox, bright orange with a white tipped tail. Cesar let out a happy squeal at the fluffy creature, while Mark sharply inhaled, shoving himself in front of Cesar. He was just about to ask what was wrong, but when he took a second, longer look, his expression morphed into one of horror.

The fox didn’t have a lower jaw and its eyes were gouged out.

It crept towards them closely, clearly preparing to pounce. Not that it actually got the chance, since Mark slammed a thick tree branch on its head. The fox stumbled around, seemingly in some sort of daze, and Mark took the opportunity to drag Cesar and sprinted away through the undergrowth. Cesar’s skin and clothes were being torn up by thorns and roots and rocks, but everything was happening too fast for him to even notice. They were almost out of the woods, he could see streetlights leaking through, almost like heavenly light. It was only then Cesar could hear something rapidly approaching them from behind, and Mark letting go of his hand, to grasp his shoulders.

“Cesar. I’ll take care of this. Do not stop running until you get to your house.” Cesar blinked. “What? Mark-.” The other boy shoved him towards the exit. “Now!” Despite not wanting Cesar not wanting to leave his best friend behind, self preservation took over, nearly tripping over rocks in his haste. That was until he heard Mark yelling. Yelling that turned into static. Cesar turned around to find that it wasn’t the fox attacking them anymore but a lanky black figure, looming over Mark and pinning him to the floor with one hand, the other slicing through his skin, dark liquid seeping into his clothes and into the dirt.

It loomed over Mark, an almost excited look in its eyes, until a rock hit the back of the alternate’s head. Another hit its chest. Cesar managed to hit it in the face for the second time before it leaped off of Mark towards him, and it was only then when Cesar realized he was all out of rocks. He was staring up into its blank wide eyes, frozen and unable to try to do something else. One hand grabbed the alternate by the side of its head, then the other. The alternate screeched and squirmed, scratching at the hands and even more liquid flowed, but Mark barely acknowledged his new wounds. If anything, his smile grew wider, too wide to be considered human, almost splitting his face in half. “I think I was way too nice last time, don’t you?” The alternate didn’t get a chance to answer, as Mark snapped its neck and the body fell limp, and was thrown on the floor.

Mark breathed heavily, staring over the body of his kill, before more rocks flew through the air and pelted him, and he could feel dark bruises begin to form on his face. “Huh?” Cesar let out a guttural yell, pinning Mark to the floor. “Cesar!” He didn’t respond, simply pulling back his fist and socking Mark in the jaw, again and again. “Cesar what the fuck!” Cesar’s fist shook, so he seemed to settle for grabbing Mark by his shirt. “What did you do to him?! Where is he?!” “What are you-?” “I saw the smile!” Cesar leaned over, and Mark could see the all too familiar rage in his eyes. He just thought he would never be on the receiving end of it. “Cesar it’s me!” Cesar’s expression wavered, but Mark could still feel his hands wrap around his neck. Yeah, time to try something else. “Hey do you remember when we played when we were kids? Your favorite toy-it was the dinosaur. I always had the race car, a blue one.” Cesar’s eyes went wide and he immediately let go of Mark like he burned him.

Mark picked himself up, only to see Cesar’s hands were shaking. “Sar-.” “You’re one of them?” One of them. He always was one of them. How fucking stupid did he have to be to think he could be anything else? Mark hung his head, too ashamed to look his best friend in the eyes. “…yeah.” “I don’t-I don’t understand. I’ve known you my whole life, I don’t-.” Mark leaned forward. “Do you remember how we met?” Cesar racked his brain, seemingly becoming distressed when he couldn’t recall. “That’s what I thought. Cesar, you created me. Well, you and-.” Mark paused, drawing two small circles for eyes and a mouth underneath it in the dirt. It looked vaguely familiar to Cesar. “-him. He had the material, and you molded me into what you wanted.”

Cesar looked more tired than anything else, and Mark was kicking himself for not telling him the truth earlier. “Let’s just-let me walk you home. You need to be patched up, and it’s gonna be a bad idea to hang around here.” Cesar stared at him for a moment, then wordlessly nodded and started heading in the direction of his home. Mark subconsciously reached for Cesar’s hand, and the other boy yanked it away.

The walk back was tense, even as they were bathed in the streetlights once again, and the atmosphere remained as Cesar patched himself up with the first aid kit, while Mark stood awkwardly nearby, unsure of what to say or what to do with himself. “Just uh..tell me what you need me to do, and I’ll do it.” Cesar sighed and dragged a hand down his face, the most exhausted he’d ever been. “I think I need you to be quiet.” Mark nodded, wringing his tattered clothes in his hands. “…ok.” Cesar ran his fingers through his hair and stood up. “I’m going to bed and actually try to process all of this. Feel free to take the couch or something, I don’t know.” Mark turned away, an even smaller ok coming out. Cesar fought down the urge to comfort him. Instead he went to his room, put a pillow over his face, and yelled into it as loud as he could.

——

Cesar kicked off the blankets with a frustrated huff. He had been tossing and turning all night, but sleep always seemed to evade him. He let out a sigh, flopping over to stare at the alarm clock for what seemed like the hundredth time. 3 am. God fucking dammit. He got out of bed, cringing when his feet met the cold floor and wrapping the warm blanket around himself to spare the rest of his body the same fate. Might as well get a glass of water. Had to be better than just lying here and waiting for sleep that would never come.

He slowly crept out of his room and towards the kitchen, mind slowly becoming more functional and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he got closer and closer to this destination. That was, until he noticed a blurry figure on his porch. He normally would have panicked, especially after the events from just a few hours earlier, but he could still see the tattered clothes from just a few hours before. Was Mark outside? It was freezing out there! He’s not human, the voice in his head added, he’s probably fine. It’s not your problem. But before Cesar could process the thought, he had already unlocked the front door and stepped outside.

“Mark?” Mark flinched, turning around to make eye contact with him. Cesar could see dried tear tracks on his face, but chose not to call attention to them. “…hey Cesar.” Maybe he was still exhausted and not thinking straight, but he sat next to the alternate. “You know you don't have to stay out here all night, right? I don’t want you…to freeze to death or anything.” Mark didn’t take his eyes off the road in front of them. “I just want to make sure it’s gone for good. Or it didn’t call for backups or something. Did not do all of that for it to come back for round 3.”

The silence was uncomfortable, and Cesar shifted in his spot, wincing when he spotted the dark blotches on the side of Mark’s face. “…sorry.” Mark looked confused but only for a moment, chuckling quietly when he realized. “Nah, don’t worry about it. It’ll be gone in a couple of hours. Honestly it means a lot you would beat the shit out of an Alternate for me.” “Why wouldn’t I?” Cesar scooted closer, and he could see Mark smile a little. “Are…are all Alternates like you?” “What do you mean?” “Like…” Cesar gestured aimlessly. “Soft and squishy and emotional.” Mark scoffed. “I’m not soft.” “Mark, you once cried because you saw a dog that was “too dang small”. Seriously though.” Mark shrugged. “Kinda? Like, it’s kinda rare, but it’s also more common than you think. We’re just made to mimic humans on the outside, but I have heard of Alternates being able to actually experience emotions if they have strong connections with humans.”

Cesar finally took his eyes off the front yard and looked at Mark. The other boy was curled up in a ball, shivered and had a tiny smile. Cesar’s eyes gazed down to his blanket, before tossing one part of it over Mark’s shoulders. He blinked, confused. “…Cesar-?” Cesar scooted closer, already feeling the cold air sting his skin. “C’mooooon you’re letting the warm ooouuuuutttt.” Mark laughed, wrapping his end of the blanket around him. Cesar sighed, resting his head on Mark’s shoulder. Despite all the revelations, Cesar found himself still trusting Mark. It might be a bad idea, but all that time they spend together, every vulnerable moment Mark was present for. Maybe he was an Alternate, but he was also his best friend, his little brother. Surely if he wanted to hurt him, he would have done something by now?

Suddenly, a thought occurred. “Mark..” “Yeah?” The other boy replied drowsily. “You only come to my house and you’ve never mentioned your’s, and you've been on your own so…have you been sleeping outside this whole time?!” Mark snapped up, rubbing the back of his neck and sheepishly chuckling. “Uhhhh…maybe?”

Cesar stood up and grabbed Mark by the hand, dragging him inside the house and into his room, and pushed Mark on to the bed before flopping on to it himself. Mark laughed, turning onto his side so he was looking at Cesar. “What’s that for?” “You’re staying here tonight. And we’re gonna talk to Momma tomorrow when she gets home. You’re gonna move in with us.” He could hear Mark let out a surprised squeak. “You don't gotta man. I’m fine right now. I don’t want to bother you or your mom. A-.” “Marcador, Momma adores you and you know it. We have a guest room that no one uses. It’ll be fine.” Mark smiled, sinking into the blankets, sleep overtaking him quickly. “Thanks Cesar.”

Cesar relaxed, feeling exhaustion spread over him like a warm blanket, pulling Mark close. Mark’s hair was just as fluffy as the day they met, and he could see the freckles that were scattered across his face. He still had his dress shirt on, the blue fabric torn, and Cesar made a mental note to lend Mark some of his clothes in the morning. He yawned, slowly and blissfully slipping into unconsciousness.

Yeah. It was all gonna be fine.

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Outlander's Caitriona Balfe and Sam Heughan Answer Every Question (Well, Almost) About That Season Six Finale

The pair reveals the hardest part of the episode to film, and where the series is most likely to pick up when it returns.

Outlander's season six finale just left us with one hell of a cliffhanger. It's going to make however long this next Droughtlander lasts even harder to get through. At least knowing that production is well underway on the new season is of some comfort. With any luck, we'll be getting answers before spring 2023. (Now is a good time to point out that if you haven't watched the season six finale yet, bookmark this page and come back once you have.)

So let's get to the good stuff, shall we? The episode—titled “I Am Not Alone”—opens with the theme song, and not a cold open as is usually the case. We soon understand why: Claire—or if it's not Claire, it's a woman who looks nearly exactly like her—is seen at a diner in the late '50s or so with a fellow companion (most likely a young Bree) ordering a Coke, burger, and fries. That's really all we get before we shift back to the late 1700s as Claire is about to be arrested for a murder she didn't commit.

Richard Brown, the head of the Committee of Safety, says he will leave the Ridge only when he has Claire in his possession. Jamie is not about to let that happen, and neither is Claire: She shoots one of Brown's men who tries to capture her. All hell breaks out in the form of a shoot-out, and we see that brief moment from the opening credits where Claire purposefully walks out of her house with a rifle and takes aim. Meanwhile, Jamie says Claire being mistakenly arrested for Malva's death is only an excuse for revenge on Marsali for killing Richard Brown's brother Lionel (from the season five finale).

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Much further away, we take a break from all the chaos and see Roger and Bree as they travel to Edenton. They discuss if and when they'll eventually tell Jemmy about time travel and what they went through to be together.

Back at the Ridge, there's a break amongst the violence as everyone regroups, but Claire and Jamie know they have a huge battle ahead of them. All I can think of (aside from their safety, of course) is their poor house and the mess they'll have to clean up. Of course, they'd be only so lucky to have that problem; at this rate, survival is all that matters.

Hundreds of miles away, with Jemmy asleep, Roger and Bree get busy while talking dirty about cars (you had to be there). But in all seriousness, it's a lovely moment between the couple.

As that's happening, Claire and Jamie start talking about what they'd want for their last meal; Claire votes for a cheeseburger, fries, and a Coke from Carmi's, a diner she used to take Bree to when she was little. “That was our regular order,” she tells her husband, and now that opening scene makes a lot more sense.

Meanwhile, Claire wants to know where their friends are, like Ian, to help them out of this predicament. Jamie says he doubts they're coming because they would have been there by now. Claire starts to spiral and thinks no one wants to help her because maybe they think she really did kill Malva. It's a harrowing thought, but my attention quickly turns to Adso, who is alive and well and walking in front of the fireplace.

Jamie then tells Claire about several of his near-death experiences over the years as they reminisce about days gone by. Jamie says a psychic of sorts once told him he was a cat and he saw the number nine, so Claire thinks that means he must have nine lives. (Appropriate.) We then see Adso (again!) eating his meal, and I really hope the writers are going to write this little guy in more in season seven. What a scene stealer!

OK, back to the real story: It's now the middle of the night, and Jamie must wake Claire up to tell her that the fisherfolk are coming. They've been sent to the Ridge to negotiate on behalf of Richard Brown. Things quickly escalate and talk turns to the possibility that Jamie killed Malva, not Claire. Then Richard Brown appears and says Claire must stand trial because if she's really innocent, what is there to be fearful of?

Eventually Lizzie and several of Jamie and Claire's allies show up, but Jamie says he and Claire have no choice but to leave with Brown and stand trial. Tom Christie then appears and says he will travel with them to make sure no further evil will be done. “Surely justice is mine if it be anyone's,” he declares. Jamie agrees, and I can only hope that Lizzie will take care of Adso, but I'm going to need some sort of confirmation.

Before Jamie and Claire leave, Tom says they should stay one more night at their house, in their own bed. Jamie thanks him. While Tom is far from the typical Outlander villain, there's something to be said for his kindness in the face of such turmoil.

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On their last night in the house (at least for now), Claire reiterates to Jamie that they have a beautiful home, as if this is the last night they'll ever spend there. Jamie says this won’t be the last time they see it. In bed, Claire says she’s scared. They caress each other’s faces and have one more intimate lovemaking session before they embark on the unknown. It’s so very Mr. and Mrs. Smith with the shards of shattered glass and bullets and broken furniture around them even though they aren't each other's enemies.

The next morning Claire and Jamie are in a wagon as they prepare to say goodbye to the Ridge. On the journey, Tom Christie comes over at a resting point to give Claire some food. They will soon continue on to Wilmington, which is 200 miles away. One of the men wants to go to Cross Creek, but Richard says Jamie’s aunt lives near there and there’d never be a fair trial. Meanwhile, Richard condescendingly says Jamie need not worry, as Salisbury doesn’t have a court, but he let everyone know Claire is guilty. Tom is sitting nearby and seems to take pity on Claire for what she's having to go through.

Back at the Ridge, Lizzie tells Ian that Claire and Jamie have been taken. More on that later.

While in the wagon, Jamie tells Claire that Brown is losing control of his men and this is more trouble than it’s worth. Claire says Tom is very tired and wants to know his purpose in all of this. So do I.

Before we can get answers, people in the nearby town start throwing rocks and stones at the wagon, which hits Claire in the head. Tom yells at the townspeople to stop, that this isn’t justice. He tires to get Richard Brown to get a hold of his men, but that's not quite working so Tom shoots at them. Tom also looks really ill, and I'm truly worried that if something happens to him then Claire's life will really be in danger.

Back to Roger and Bree, who are traveling through the most gorgeous of green landscapes. I need to know where this magical setting is. Jemmy is super cute and tells Bree’s pregnant belly that he loves his future baby brother or sister so much. He also scratches his head, which causes Bree to notice he has lice and they'll have to cut his hair. You know there's something more to this, and there is: Bree notices a mark on her son's head, which Roger identifies as a nevus. It's nothing bad, he says, and doesn't usually develop until kids are two or three. Roger then nonchalantly says he has one as well and they're hereditary. Ding dong! Bree realizes that Jemmy is for sure Roger's son, and Roger immediately has Bree cut his hair, too. What a moment!

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In less happier news, Claire’s hands are bruised and bloody from the rocks and stones that were thrown at her in the wagon. Jamie says Richard might regret all of this since the act of just getting Claire to a place to put her on trial is more than he bargained for. Later, Jamie goes outside to relieve himself and sees none other than young Ian! And he's not alone: Ian brought help! Jamie is thrilled but cautious and advises Ian not to act on anything yet and just stay close. Jamie says he if he tries to escape, it will look like an admission of guilt. Ian says he'll keep an eye on things and follow along.

Later, one of Richard Brown's men dies, but Richard doesn't care. “We ride on,” he says. But when Jamie is told to get out of the wagon to get water, Richard's other men start beating up on Jamie and take him captive. To his and Claire's horror, Richard orders his men to ride off with her. Richard says he’s not doing this for revenge on his brother Lionel because he knows he wasn’t a good man and what he did to Claire was awful, but this is because she’s a murderer. Then Tom rides up and says, “What the meaning of this? You promised not to hurt them.” Tom, have you not learned anything? Anyway, Tom will go supervise Claire because he promised Jamie he wouldn’t let her out of his sight. But Claire is beside herself. Even so, Claire says—via a voiceover—that Tom is right, because without him, she would be good as dead. Her only small hope is that if news of her arrest reaches Wilmington ahead of her, then maybe it will reach Roger and Bree in Edenton as well.

Much later, Claire is scared that Jamie is dead and Tom won’t admit it if he is. She then looks outside the wagon and sees she's in New Hanover. She’s placed in a prison block and locked up by the town sheriff without any food or water. But Tom, who really is looking out for Claire, comes by with some sustenance. But most important, he says, “Believe me, your husband is alive. Trust in God. He will deliver the righteous out of danger.” She responds by asking if he thinks she's righteous. He says he won't leave town and to trust in that too. You have to wonder just what Tom knows about his daughter's murder. Anyway, Richard Brown walks by Claire's cell and says he'll see her at the gallows. Yikes.

And then, as if this jam-packed hour couldn't be any more intense, we see Jamie tied up near the water. Brown's men are going to put Jamie on a ship to Edinburgh, Scotland. One of those men, Oakes, tells him he'll never see Claire again. Just as Jacoby is about to pummel Jamie with a large log, young Ian kills Jacoby from a hilltop above with his bow and arrow. Jamie is saved!

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Well, not yet. As young Ian and the fellow members of the First Nation use their weapons to kill the rest of Brown's men, they take aim at Oakes, who still has Jamie tied up. Jamie tells Ian and Chief Bird not to kill Oakes because he knows where Claire is. Then Ian says, “So do we, uncle.” Chief Bird shoots Oakes with his rifle and the bullet goes straight through Oakes's hand into his eye socket. This has to be the most gruesome killing we've seen in some time, right?

Chief Bird walks up to Jamie and says, “I told you I would fight with you, Bear Killer.” Ian releases Jamie, and I'm so elated, I can't stand it. Then, in one of the most gorgeous establishing shots we've seen on the show, Jamie, Ian, Chief Bird, and the other good guys ride off in the sunset to rescue Claire.

What an episode, right?! But will Tom still be alive by the time Jamie gets to Claire? He's also been through the ringer, and while he has vowed to protect Claire, I don't have the same faith that Richard feels the same way about Tom. When Jamie does get to Claire (because obviously he has to), what kind of shape will his wife be in? And will the show follow the books in regards to revealing Malva's killer?

That's where Caitriona Balfe and Sam Heughan come in. They hopped on Zoom from Scotland to try and answer my questions. Take a deep breath and read on.

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Glamour: I got Mr. And Mrs. Smith vibes watching Claire and Jamie battle it out against Richard Brown and the Committee for Safety in the first part of the episode.

Sam Heughan: Am I Angelina?

Caitriona Balfe: You're definitely Angelina.

How hard was that to shoot? Because no pun intended, but you're literally shooting at everything, and everybody's shooting at you.

Caitriona: It was fun. It was sometimes hard for me to get off the floor. [Laughs.] I was six months pregnant, and I was a little concerned about what my child was thinking was going on out there. But we had fun, right?

Sam: We did. Interestingly, we shot all the exterior stuff first, so any conversation out of the window [that Jamie has with] the guys we shot maybe weeks before, and then we did all the interior scenes. It was kind of a bit of a jigsaw, but it was fun. I think that scene—the last supper—is beautiful. Caitriona, you spent the whole scene lying on the floor.

Caitriona: Yeah. But then I would have to get up at the end of it. We did multiple takes and they're like, “Can you get up?” I was like, “Oh.” [Laughs.]

Sam: And then we're blowing the house up. I think at one point they did have to redo it, didn't they? They had to reset a room. But anyway, we had to schedule all the interior stuff until the end of the shoot.

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Jamie and Claire have a bittersweet last night in the house. What stands out for you about doing those scenes?

Sam: One of my favorite shots is Jamie and Claire's intimate scene when they're upstairs. When they're by the fire and the camera pans out and you see the destruction, the bits of the house that's completely broken, I think it's a metaphor for their reputation and for their whole world, right? It is being blown apart.

Let's talk about Tom Christie. He's not necessarily the best guy, but he's clearly looking out for Claire's wellbeing. Is it because she helped save his hand or might it be because he knows she really didn't kill Malva?

Sam: Or is it C, something else?

Caitriona: I think you're going to have to keep watching to find this all out. What has been lovely is that Mark Lewis Jones (Tom Christie) is amazing. Over this whole season, we've been able to see all of these layers under Tom. When we first met him, I think we can all agree that he was a bit of a pain in the ass. As we've gotten to know him more, he's a complex and complicated guy. There is a lot of heart there, I think.

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When season seven premieres, will the storyline pick right up from where we leave Claire in the season six finale? Or will there be a bit of a time jump?

Caitriona: I don't know what we can say. They didn't actually tell us, so we can potentially just tell you everything.

Sam: Yeah, I don't know.

Caitriona: Very soon after. Should we say that?

Sam: It's either A, directly after, B, fairly soon, or C, something else.

Well played, Sam. That last scene where young Ian comes in with Chief Bird and rescues Jamie had me cheering. What did you appreciate about that moment, for both the character of Jamie and you as an actor?

Sam: Firstly, working with those actors, you have a beautiful arc there, a beautiful story of Jamie not being sure which side they would be on and being reluctant to give them weapons. And then eventually he does and ultimately they're used to protect and to save Jamie. Working with our First Nation, they were such fun. We had a total blast with them. They really brought a lot of their culture and heritage to set. Outside of shooting, as well, there was a lot that we were talking about our different cultures and they were really fun. It's a beautiful ending and it's up an upbeat one as well. There's a chance that Jamie's going to come back and find Claire and rescue her.

Ha! “There's a chance.”

Sam: There's a chance. He might. He might.

We've got to find out who killed Malva. We still don't know.

Sam: We don't know.

Caitriona: We'll never know.

We better know. I have to know.

Sam: A, you'll know. B, you know where I'm going with this.

I already know the title of this piece. It's going to be called multiple choice with Sam Heughan.

Sam: C, something else.

Well, thank you for making the time while you're in the middle of filming. Although since Sam had the day off, maybe he's drunk right now. I don't know…

Sam: If I was, I think…

Caitriona: A, he is. B, he's not. Or C, something else.

Sam: C, something else. I'm high. No. [Laughs.] I'm normally I'm drunk on these. So this is a first. We're learning something here.

And happy birthday too. By the time this piece runs, it'll be the day after your birthday. I hope they're throwing a big surprise party for you.

Sam: Oh, they are? Oh great.

Caitriona: Yeah. The Mariachi band is ordered, balloons are coming.

Sam: Aw, wonderful.

Jessica Radloff is the Glamour West Coast editor and author of the soon-to-be-published book The Big Bang Theory: The Definitive, Inside Story of the Epic Hit Series (October 11, 2022). You can follow her on Instagram @jessicaradloff14.

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Remember… working with our First Nation (actors), they were such fun. We had a total blast with them. They really brought a lot of their culture and heritage to set. — Sam Heughan

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Title: Vampire’s Kiss (Chapter 20: Unreachable Sin. Part 11 of 18)

Fandom: King of Fighters

Characters: Kyo Kusanagi, Iori Yagami, Shingo Yabuki, Orochi, Yashiro Nanakase, Leona Heidern, Kain R. Heinlein, Chizuru Kagura, Kusanagi, Goeniko, Chris

Pairing: Iori Yagami x Kyo Kusanagi (main one)

Genre: AU, BL, Supernatural, Fantasy, Gothic Fantasy, Adventure, Slow-Burn, Eventual Romance, Dark Themes, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Human/Vampire Relationship, Human/Demon Relationship

Summary: This vampire already has bad luck on his side, yet he decides that his next prey going to be a certain redhead vampire hunter. However, the very little he knows how this encounter will end…

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A/N: Also a short explanation for (1) marked word: (1)Nekomata - One particularly monstrous breed of bakeneko is the two-tailed variety known as nekomata. Bakeneko - Bakeneko possess great shape-shifting abilities and disguise themselves as smaller cats or humans—sometimes even taking the shape of their own masters -------------------

A week full of training has nearly passed~ During that time one certain vampire surely had no rest at all thanks to that stupid hunter. Just what was he thinking by constantly tossing knives at him and cracking his whip towards him? Hell, that fool was a demon or something? No, even any demon or monster can’t be so persistent and stubborn as this foolish human. Or so Kyo sometimes doubt. Last time, one of Yagami's knives flied so closely to his chest, arms and neck. So, it was a matter of a second to dodge the multiple knives thrown at once.

More important, this redhead started to use small bottles of water time from time during the training session. So, now not only this vampire has to dodge his more or less a familiar pattern of hunter’s attacks, but also make sure that the water won't touch his gloves. Surely, this human becomes quiet lively and enjoying every moment of training with Kyo, doesn’t he? Or so, started to notice this brunette, who just got used to play along with Yagami’s rules.

On other hand, it seems that Chizuru didn't mind what this certain pair of idiots were doing - as long as they are not around her shop, she was fine, or so this sorceress mentioned to them. At least these two are not scaring away the customers by making a dramatic scene or complaining about one or another. Sometimes she could swear that it was like taking care of a younger siblings, who are talented enough to cause problems out of nowhere. But for now, this witch could finally have a moment of peace and relax while they were busy somewhere else.

However, even on such a fine evening this brunette was under the care of this redhead. It seems that no matter that it was a chilly night, this vampire didn’t bothered to put his white jacket. First of all, he can easily warm up when he needs to deal with Yagami. Secondly, he didn’t wanted to ruin it because even if it was pretty expensive present, but also no matter that it might be embarrassing, he liked the design of it. Plus, he doubted that he can expect Iori to be generous twice. So, he decided to keep this jacket safe at least during the training session. Besides, this redhead didn’t bother to put his long coat either and was just fine by being in his long sleeved white shirt and black leather vest.

And thus, in the middle of open field near the forest the sounds of whip cracking, the clashing blade and bursting flame, disturbed the silence of the night. It seems that this vampire was lucky enough to dodge the knife attacks from the sides by carefully manoeuvring. However, now he has to deal with the one sent directly at his neck. Just as he bends backward, the sharp blade flies above him. Now Kyo stands straight and takes a battle stance. He sends a small wave of orange flame towards his opponent.

Yet the redhead hunter blocks this attack by low whip cracking. The sparkles of orange flame dances in the air before it submerges into the air unlike the fire in redhead hunter’s eyes. Nevertheless, this vampire jumps high towards his target and ignites his fist. Now he’ll just make that Yagami will finally snuff his fire.

Even if it was a brief moment, but it felt like the time stopped for this brunette once their eyes met. This nocturnal creature’s guard was off after noticing the way hunter’s gaze fixated on him. Surely, Iori’s eyes were sparkling with a thrill and full of life. However, along that, this vampire could sense such burning impatience despite the calm stance of this redhead.

Now Kyo was snapped back to his senses once Yagami sends an upper slash with his trustworthy weapon. This Kusanagi was paralyzed by stinging and burning pain by the strike of the leather rope all across from his abs to his chest. This brunette harshly fells on his back and lets out a loud groan. Although, while Kyo tried to sit up by shakily pushing himself with elbows, he just gave more fiery and stubborn gaze to his opponent. There is no way that this redhead hunter will win this time, or so, this vampire believed. However, Iori shown no mercy upon this nocturnal creature.

Now he picks three knives from the pouch on his left side of belt. While approaching his target, Yagami raises his hand with the blades and about to toss them at once. However, it was close enough if this brunette didn’t rolled on to his left. As knives sunk into the grass, Kyo kneels and when he brings his gloved hand to his mouth, he removes it by his teeth and tosses aside. It seems that relying on his flame was not enough.

Once the glove touched the ground, he rises his spread palm higher. Now the sharp nails shows up and this vampire dashes at the hunter. However, just the moment before the impact, Iori moves away. Nevertheless, it was nearly close enough for Kyo to slash him with his nails. This brunette masterly lands on his feet like a cat, but without hesitation dashes again at his opponent. He hoped that maybe he could strike this redhead from his other side.

However, Yagami’s reaction was quicker - he sends a spin kick at this brunette. Lastly, Kyo was sent flying-off until he harshly hits the ground. While this brunette manages to sit up, he covers his belly with his arm. This vampire tries to stand up one more time, but he was stopped by the hunter’s voice ‘‘Enough…You’re already barely standing, you stupid vampire.’’.

Unfortunately, the training ended with the same result. However, this Kusanagi could swear that it was that close enough to hit Yagami if it wasn’t for being distracted. While this vampire was getting-off the dust from his black t-shirt and from the front side of jeans, he speaks to the hunter in annoyed tone ‘‘You know, I let you win on purpose, so, you better be glad that I didn’t roasted you for good.’’. Once he looks at this redhead, who finished wrapping his whip and placed on his right side of the belt, this brunette comments ‘‘Anyway, it seems that you looked so excited just for a training. Wonder why…’’.

Iori only cracks a smile and briefly replies ‘‘I’m just wondering what you can do when you fully recover. So, I’ll need wait as much as needed, because you might be the one who can satisfy me.’’. Now Kyo gives a smug look on his face and after he walks close enough this redhead, he vampire wraps his one arm around the hunter’s shoulder and answers in nearly singing voice ‘‘Then dream on~ ‘Cos you’ll be under my foot and being drained until the last drop when it happens. So, you may start to practice your lines when you gonna beg for mercy and prepare all my wanted answers.’’.

However, it seems that the redhead hunter didn’t liked how this Kusanagi become too cocky and so, he puts him back to his place by back-firing in slight mocking tone ‘‘First, stop acting like a cat. Unless, you are somehow a half-breed of nekomata(1) and vampire.’’. Surely, Kyo widens his eyes and tried to back-off once he removed his arm from hunter’s shoulder. However, now this vampire felt how one of this redhead’s arm wraps around his waist. He didn’t wanted to give up so easily to this foolish human and without hiding the surprise in his voice, he tells ‘‘What are you talking about? I ain’t some kind of hybrid. I’m pure-blooded vampire, unfortunately! Not sure why you think that I’m a cat. Like heck, I look or act as a one!’’.

Yagami closes his eyes and sighs - it was really hard to keep his poker-face when this brunette indignantly yet impatiently starred at him with such a big eyes. Does he really have to put such an acting? Could it be that this stupid vampire just being easily provoked by a simple comment? Or so wondered this redhead hunter. However, maybe it was better chance to find out about more about Kyo’s weird behavior when he was sleeping. So, no matter how it might been more amusing to tease this vampire, but Iori’s curiosity was more stronger. And thus, he deeply exhales and asks ‘‘I can understand why you have fangs and claws. However, explain me one thing. Why are you making purring and meowing-like noises during your asleep. Or is it a normal thing for you or your kind?’’.

Surely, this brunette was speechless and after short pause he replied slightly shaky voice ‘‘Don’t you think that you get away by thinking-off random excuses for your weird behaviour. Just because I was unconscious, it doesn’t mean that you can take an advance of me and lie without even blinking. Hell, you think that I’m aware of anything around me while I’m asleep or unconscious?’’.

Now this vampire lowers his head for a second and when he returns his gaze, he continues in concern tone ‘‘However, I can still remember that when we were in storage, you were waaay to stressed and very scared of losing...someone, I g-guess. I could even sense that you were so desperate and just seek for a comfort. Of course, I wanted to snap you out of this and show that ‘everything is fine’, ‘I’m over there and still fine and alive’, you idiot! So, if it wasn’t for being unable to move my body, I…’’, it seems that the further words stuck inside this brunette’s throat and now he lowered his head and averted his gaze from Iori.

Just why this vampire have to behave like this or achieve by these words? Yet one one thing for sure, this nocturnal creature didn’t looked too cunning or smart to deceive this hunter. He was simply too honest and acted on impulse without thinking about any consequences. However, just in case, he needs to know for sure whenever this brunette is deceiving him or not. For some reason he felt that it could assure him. So, now Iori brings Kyo closely to him. There was barely any space left between them.

Now this places his hand under this brunette’s chin and gently tilts his head. So, this vampire only swallows saliva as he widens his eyes and now impatiently waits how this unpredictable man going to act. Yagami only silently fixates his gaze on this brunette and after a short pause comments in calm tone ‘‘You don’t look smart enough to trick me, nor you’re a nekomata, that’s for sure. You’re just a trouble-maker, who keeps me causing constant problems, you stupid vampire…’’. Of course, this Kusanagi frowns and was about to open his mouth to tell not the kindest words to this hunter, however, Iori places the same hand behind Kyo’s head and now presses it against his chest.

This brunette widens his eyes for a moment, but as soon as he hears the heartbeat of this redhead, he nearly closes his eyes, it was simply so relaxing and calming. So, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to rest his head for awhile like this. More important, Kyo realized that this time he was able to control his body, so, now he stretches his arms and wraps his arms around Yagami’s neck. After this vampire lifts his head, he looks at this redhead with strangely sleepy gaze.

Even so, his one hand gently slides up from Iori’s neck towards his hair and starts to brush it. Yagami could feel how was slightly shaking Kyo’s hand yet he just allowed this nocturnal creature act as he wants. Besides, he was curious what this vampire was up to. However, this brunette says in nearly purring tone while keeping a calm look on his face ‘‘You keep doing things like these too. So, I just want you to taste how does that feels like. Don’t you think that you’re get away so easily after what you’ve done to me. Once I’ll fully recover, I’ll make it up for what you’ve done, but with doubling it up.’’.

However, a little fire sparkles in the hunter’s eyes and now he delightfully smiles as he replies ‘‘Then why don’t you try it already? I won’t accept any less than your best. So, don’t disappoint me when that day will come, Kyo.’’. Nevertheless, this vampire counter-attacks in sweeter tone ‘‘I’ll make you realize that you’ve made a huge mistake by teaching me how to defeat you.’’.

After this brunette chuckles, he gazes with shyer look on his face. Now he continues ‘‘But for now, I’ll show you what happens when you try to tame a wild beast.’’. Kyo just swallows saliva and closes his eyes. After he slightly opens his mouth, he presses his lips against Iori’s. Despite that he felt how he could melt in same spot, this brunette’s tongue tries carefully slip inside Yagami’s mouth. Surprisingly, this redhead lets him in and this vampire started to explore every part of Iori’s mouth without missing a single spot.

However, it seems that soon enough this nocturnal creature started to let out quiet whims in between catching his breath. Hell, even if he felt how his knees could give up on him any second, but now also Iori started to gently slide the same hand, which was placed on vampire’s waist, upwards. So, now Kyo more tightly hold into the hunter’s back. Just when he expected something more to happen, this redhead slowly with-draws his head away.

After opening his eyes, he notices how this vampire was still all blushing while catching his breath and dazing. Maybe it was still too much to handle for this nocturnal creature, but Iori had to admit it, it was quiet daring move from this vampire’s side. However, soon enough Kyo was back to his senses despite having his cheeks dyed in that lovely red. While he starred at Yagami, he comments in purring tone ‘‘Just look at yourself…You’re all blushing, was it too much for you to handle?~ I warned you though.’’.

Of course, such a comment of this brunette caught this redhead’s guard off, but once he removes his arms around the vampire, he tells in slightly shy tone ‘‘Anyway, for today you’ve had enough. Go and rest before another day. Because tomorrow, we’re setting on new journey. This time I won’t interface and I’ll just observe you.’’ and turns his head from this brunette.

In the end, Kyo just gives a smug look on his face while observes such a reaction of the hunter and now replies ‘‘What is it with you, Yagami? You don’t need to rush and whatever there is tomorrow can wait. So, why don’t we just sit back and stay for awhile?’’. After looking back at this vampire, Iori sighs and closes his eyes. Without telling a word he sits on his knees and now he prompts Kyo in slight annoyed tone ‘‘So you’re joining or not?…Just hurry up before I changed my mind, you stupid vampire.’’.

Of course, after this demand this Kusanagi joins him and now once he places his arms behind Yagami’s shoulders, he rest his head on this hunter’s chest. Strangely, but Iori didn’t minded to stay like this and somehow was even glad for such a peaceful moment.

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3, 5, 6, 29?

Turnip, so, I meant to reply to this hours ago, but then I got bought a burger and ate like... half of it... and had to sleep it off. But I am here now, half awake with a very upset cat to keep me company. Thank you for sending me this, I hope my answers are of interest 😊 The ao3 ask game

3) What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? This is a little hard to answer because I find small accomplishments in everything I write (I need about 3 months of distance to see the good in them, but I do see it eventually haha). But I think the one I should single out is my first fic in... 4 years... Indoctrination. I have tried to read it since publishing and gave up because I don't like the way I wrote that story. But I had given up writing in this style (fiction, 3rd person) for 4 years, sooooooo🤷‍♀️no wonder it's not the best During those four years, I had been mainly writing poetry/more introspective pieces, so Indoctrination is a massive accomplishment that I am proud of... even if I don't think it's all that good haha

5) What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? Easy, 3am. I didn't expect anyone to comment on that piece because it's not.... it's not. But I did receive some positive feedback and had interesting discussions with people, which was nice 😊

6) Favorite title you used This is also hard because giving my fics titles is one of my favourite parts of the writing process. I really like finding something that will highlight one of the main themes of the story. I normally do this through lyrics or quotes. Okay, I can't choose, so I'll just give you my top three (in no particular order): . Your Love's Whore (named after the song Your Loves Whore by Wolf Alice, which inspired that fic. I'm not linking that fic because I don't like it anymore haha)

In Another Moment Named so because of this quote:

“In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.”

- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

. courage to make love known Named so because of this quote:

“...Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make love known?”

― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

29) Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? I already answered this here. But I will give you a handful more from unpublished works. oh ho ho ho, aren't you lucky? (smh at myself)

Dong Sik bruises Joo Won's poor lips with a kiss, closing both their eyes for good so that look dies between them. Had he by some miraculous sequence of bad decisions slowly ruined this boy? Was his sorrowful plight a contagion? Was it fungi in the wood that rots from within?

-

Joo Won wishes for rain, a torrential downpour. With only rain can he be cleansed. Maybe if he were to embroider his wounds, he can be beautiful again. He knows he’s a liability and not an asset, but how glorious it was to finally not be needed; Dong Sik would be proud. He’s finally learned how to survive.

-

It was a breath of fresh air after a year of cigarette smoke and car fumes.

He knew they looked good together. Joo Won was able to make him laugh and he didn’t mind some of the man’s more annoying quirks. He thanks Dong Sik for that, the older man really set the standard for what Joo Won can now tolerate. The first few weeks of their casual fling were easy, the librarian enjoyed showing Joo Won the town he grew up in, and Joo Won enjoyed learning new things.

They had kissed a few times, mostly just sweet pecks on the lips or a kiss on the cheek. The first time they kissed for real, Joo Won tried everything within his power to not compare. But he knew deep down he didn’t get the same rush as he did with his last par… But that was a good thing, he convinced himself and slipped his tongue in.

-

Joo Won never felt more like dust upon long-forgotten trophies. Once interesting, once beautiful, once a useful item to paint the picture of excellence for a dynasty he brought down to the ground. Kill the boy to become the man. Slay the father to be cleansed of his sin. That man looked like his father. 

He’s a show dog, wasn’t it about time someone put him down? He can’t compete, so what was his use?

-

Dong Sik is his Elpis and Joo Won wants nothing more than to love him.  

It was shocking to him that this decision didn’t feel rash. He knew it was right. Dong Sik deserved to be loved, even if he had a flock by his side ready to do just that. It doesn’t matter, Joo Won decides, he’s willing to try. He hesitates to believe he’s worthy as one of those who loves Dong Sik, but the older man says his name so sweetly and looks at him like Joo Won is the missing piece of a puzzle, the finishing touches of gold thread in his tapestry, the subject of his masterpiece.

Everyone must feel this way under Dong Sik's genuine smile, he had that ability to make anyone feel like they were the only one that matters. Joo Won knows this. He knows better now but it didn’t stop him from vowing to make himself beautiful for Dong Sik's portrait.

-

Joo Won gives his lofty attention to the couple adjacent to his right, the good-looking woman was still whispering in the man’s ear. He was definitely enjoying whatever it is she was saying if his clear arousal was anything to go by. “Inspector Han,” Dong Sik's voice is close to his ear again and Joo Won suddenly understands the state the man is in. 

Dong Sik seems very pleased with himself and Joo Won knows what he’s going to have to do. He scoots himself along with the pink leather until his broad shoulders are shielding Dong Sik from the couple, which he seems to enjoy if his smouldering smile is anything to go by. He’s like a lioness taking a drink at the watering hole and Joo Won is the crocodile stalking in a shallow grave.

-

“I got a lot in return.”

For once Joo Won’s eyes did not look through him - into him - with a dismissive roll or a suspicious scowl, nor do they plead, beg, or cry from the pain Dong Sik created. Instead, they blink and well with understanding. He looks away and his body softens with the heaviness of knowing. 

Finally.

-

Love isn’t a craving. It isn’t a hunger pang that can be satisfied with a good feed. It isn't whimsy that is silly and vacillating, wandering from the urges of the ego to the wanting of the carnal. Nor is it the remedy for loneliness. It’s heartbreak, a bittersweet yearning for something you do not have. The desire to be with the one that compliments you on a level that goes beyond the temptations of guilt, lust, or notions as fickle as happiness. Love is the bonding of souls combining their fears, woes, passions, ambitions and strife- it is irrevocably unifying yourself to another with the hopes that it will last.

Love is fleeting and all-consuming. It’s the need to reach out and touch what could so easily slip into the abyss. It is unavoidable, glorious, and so frightening. More real than a spiritual awakening, more devastating than a missed opportunity. It is nature. It is natural. It is the knowledge that even though it will end (as all things do), whether that be from heartbreak or death, no matter how much that pain frightens you, you are still willing and wanting. It is the absolute trust that you will endure whatever you may face with your partner’s aid, together as a unit, beautifully pushing forward. 

That’s how he knows he doesn’t love this boy. You trust those you love. Nor does he love him back. 

Oh god, what has he been doing?

- Okay, I'll leave that there, as the list is getting a bit ridiculously long. Those are parts from just two fics that I wish to complete one day because I love them so much. They're definitely my longest wips (as in, it's taking the longest amount of time to complete them). Anyway, I hope this was interesting! ttfn 😊

[miscelanea-007]

MayBee Queen 2022  Day 1 - HOPE

Title: Proper role models

Scarlet Lady doesn't hope nor she waits. She acts. She is a force to be reckoned with, she is beauty, she is grace and she will definitely punch you in the face-with her yo-yo, that is. After all, a proper lady never gets her hands dirty.

Scarlet Lady is efficient and respected and a superheroine. She's got the power of her miraculous and her-ugh- partner, Chat Noir, by her side. Although, she could perfectly do with just one of those.

Scarlet Lady rises, victorious if a little rattled, from the ashes of the car that Chat Noir just disintegrated. The cat-themed hero asks if she's okay, and she nods, begrudgingly thanks him, because she is a superheroine and he did just save her. He's not better than her, though. He destroys things, after all. But she? She creates, she fixes, she is needed.

“Watch out!” Chat Noir shouts and he pulls her with him at just the right time. They fall together, however, with the superhero having used a little too much force. They stared at each other's eyes, she on top of him. He blinks, and laughs, oops-ing like he always does. And she doesn’t have time to get angry because there are people screaming and more cars flying so she pulls herself up and him with her and they run towards the akumatized villain with a single task in mind.

Chat Noir's ring beeps, his time is running low. The villain catches him and Scarlet Lady all but slams herself against the massive blue-ish body. She's not good at planning, not really, but she's good at acting. Chat Noir is freed and she shouts for him to run away as she uses her lucky charm of the day to immobile the villain and crush their object embedded by the akuma.

She admires the flock of magical butterflies flying all across Paris' damaged surfaces and leaves them as good as new. She nods, satisfied and looks down at the de-akumatized victim. A child she's never seen before in her life. They look up at her with big, teary eyes and she makes a face. She's not good with kids. But the creature reaches their slim trembling hands at her so she picks them up.

“Watch it,” she warns as soon as she notices the child making grabby hands toward her face. “You dare touch my earrings and I drop you.”

The kid giggles, to Scarlet Lady's infinite surprise. They probably think she's joking. She's not.

“Scarlet!” Chat Noir's voice calls and she turns around, her-ew- partner once again in front of her. “Good job! Who do we have here?”

“A little troublemaker,” Scarlet Lady offers the kid to the cat hero, or tries to. They refuse to let go of her and she makes an exasperated noise. “Let go! The kitty will hold you now!”

“It looks like they like you, though,” Chat Noir laughs. “Come on, let's go look for their parents.”

Her earrings beep, and she sends a wicked grin his way, not even pretending to be upset. He rolls his eyes, more amused than irritated.

“Saved by the bell,” he flicks the one resting on his neck and winks at her. She sticks her tongue at him and passes him the kid, who still trashes but is quick to understand.

“Thank you, Scarlet Lady,” they say to her. “Thank you, Chat Noir. I'll be good from now on.”

“You better be,” threatens Scarlet Lady.

“She's joking,” assures Chat Noir.

“I'm not,” denies Scarlet and returns the wink. “Be good and eat sweets. I'm out.” And she leaves, flying away with the help of her yo-yo, pirouetting needlessly but gracefully nevertheless.

Chat Noir sighs.

“She's awesome,” the kid says, grinning. “When I grow up, I wanna be just like her.”

Chat laughs, holding the kid with one hand and his staff with the other one.

“Let's have a little chat about proper role models while we look for your parents, shall we?”

“Okay!” nods the kid, like they understood anything that just came out of Chat Noirs tongue.

And they leave, as well, in the opposite direction.

[albertonykus]

Doraemon Movie Review: Nobita's Space Heroes (2015)

What is Doraemon? The title character of the Doraemon manga and anime is a blue robotic cat from the 22nd Century who keeps an array of high-tech gadgets in a portable pocket dimension on his belly, and has traveled from the future to improve the fortunes of a hapless schoolboy named Nobita. Although relatively obscure in the English-speaking world, Doraemon is a Mickey-Mouse-level cultural icon in East Asia (and some other regions, too). The Doraemon franchise was a big part of my childhood, and there are still elements of it that I enjoy now.

Doraemon has released theatrical films almost annually since 1980, most of which involve Nobita and his friends (kind Shizuka, brash Gian, and crafty Suneo) getting swept into adventures thanks to Doraemon's gadgets. Despite being of potentially broad appeal to fans of science fiction and animated films, there are very few English reviews of the Doraemon movies, so I'm embarking on a project to write about all the films that have come out so far. Good luck to me…

Movie premise: Nobita and his friends film a superhero movie, but are then mistaken for actual superheroes.

My spoiler-free take: An entertaining premise held back by a mediocre story and characterization.

POTENTIAL SPOILERS AFTER THIS POINT

Review: Right off the bat, the premise of this film is an appealing one. Considering that this group of kids and their robot caretaker have saved the world multiple times over, they’re practically an honorary superhero team already. Give them actual superpowers, and you have a recipe for a fun movie.

In practice, well... the best thing I can say about this film is that it’s a pretty good ensemble showcase for the protagonists. Every member of the main cast contributes substantially during the action scenes here (except for Nobita until near the end, but being something of a failure is one of his core character traits). Having the main characters sing the show’s theme song is also very cute (though I’m even more delighted that they would end up performing the iconic theme song of the classic anime series a few years later).

However, the overall story comes across as rather haphazard. Like several other Doraemon films that I don’t rate highly, parts of this movie’s plot rely on incredibly convenient coincidences. For example, Nobita happens to stumble into the heart of the villains’ lair (losing the superhero suit that grants him his powers along the way), where he passes out. When he wakes up, he happens to overhear a minion explaining the villains’ plan to a clueless colleague nearby. (Nobita sure was lucky that they didn’t choose to pass by when he was still unconscious!) Meanwhile, his super suit happens to get picked up by Doraemon and Shizuka, who were investigating a completely different location at the time.

Then there’s the fact that during the final battle, several main characters gain power-ups with little explanation, in some cases barely struggling to defeat enemies that had previously bested them easily. The most we get is an offhand line from Doraemon saying that the protagonists still hadn’t used the “full power” of their super suits by that point. You’re telling me that none of them, not even impulsive, belligerent Gian, had tried using their suits at full power, despite encountering potentially life-threatening situations? I find that difficult to believe.

In addition, the movie has trouble providing closure to major plot elements. Most notably, what became of the villains in the end is never addressed. They are defeated in battle, yes, but then what? Did they get imprisoned somewhere, or are they free to sneak off and continue their nefarious deeds elsewhere? Another example of a forgotten story thread concerns the argument that Doraemon and Gian have in the beginning over who should play the heroes’ leader in their movie. Suneo convinces Gian to stand down by telling him that they can simply request the burger-shaped robot directing their film to edit Gian in as the leader during post-production. One might expect this little scheme to come up again later, if only as an ending gag, but nope. In fact, the entire filmmaking subplot is essentially forgotten about once the actual superhero antics begin.

Speaking of the Burger Director robot, he forms a bond with Shizuka reminiscent of her relationship with the Underwater Buggy in Nobita and the Castle of the Undersea Devil. (In some ways an appropriate parallel, given that the Burger Director represents another instance where one of Doraemon’s gadgets is a full-fledged movie character.) However, whereas the Underwater Buggy warmed up to Shizuka specifically because she was nice to him, the Burger Director does so because... he favors girls, apparently. Okay then. This development certainly doesn’t result in any payoff comparable to the ending of the Underwater Buggy’s arc.

Another odd bit of characterization is that Shizuka acts offended when the others praise her super-suit-augmented strength. Other entries in the franchise have shown that Shizuka strives to maintain a “refined” image of herself, but if there’s anything that image consistently doesn’t include, it’s coming across as weak and delicate. This is the same girl who thought that beating up a gorilla with Super Gloves was thrilling, after all.

Star rating: ★★☆☆☆