#nothing will top them many have tried but she was iconic she was the moment she gaves us podiums

[2baddiesfanfics]

Literary Lovers

Pairing: Nami x Nico Robin

Tags: Libraries, Library Sex, Books, Couch Sex, Couch Cuddles, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering

Summary:

As Nami works on a map in the library, Robin tries to capture her attention with something much more riveting. It’s a good thing the Straw Hats don’t have a librarian, because the girls are about to get loud…

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Nami sat quietly in the library on the Sunny, hard at work on her latest map. The Straw Hats had already been on so many daunting adventures, she was constantly having to add other indicators to help them better navigate through the Grand Line.

Across from her, Robin sat on the couch reading one of her many books that looked as though it had to have been hundreds of years old. Nami had always wondered how she could possibly find something that ancient to be interesting. Nevertheless, having now made their relationship official, they continued to enjoy pursuing their own hobbies and responsibilities in tranquil companionship.

When she felt especially playful, Robin sometimes enjoyed surprising her by producing an extra hand to catch her attention with various fleeting touches. Looking up, Nami would stare into those piercing blue eyes of hers. Often, she’d fantasize about how she’d much rather map her lover’s body than focus on the one she was currently sketching. How she longed to mark her with kisses, nip at the scars she had painfully endured, run her hands up and down her lithe legs…

Not now, Nami! Focus on finishing the damn map and then you can play.

She looked away from Robin and back to what she was working on as she felt heat rise to her cheeks.

Robin ever so quietly placed her book down and made her way toward Nami. Walking behind her, she leaned over her shoulder and purposefully pressed her chest into Nami’s back. Kissing the crown of her head, she watched as she worked diligently.

“What does this mean?” Robin asked pointing at a scattering of red marks.

“They mark distances from land.” Nami then shifted her focus to the blue marks. “And these mark the currents.”

As Nami explained the various icons, Robin lightly dragged her fingers down her wrist and rested her hand on top of Nami’s, intertwining their fingers together. Trying to ignore her advances and focus on what she was saying, Nami felt the rise and fall of Robin’s ample chest resting against her back.

“So, these here are showing the areas where it’s hot and very little air carries through, which was what lead us to have that water gun fight in white t-shirts?” she could feel Robin’s lips murmur against her ear.

“Y…yes and we…we move very little in those areas. So, it’s best to get undress…I mean, mark them for the next time we come through here,” Nami stammered.

“What’s there to be so nervous about, darling? I’m just asking you a question. It should be simple for you…”

“I..it is sssimple to make ssure we don’t end up in a funnel or water sprout based ooooff these charts for the future, soooo we mark them,” she said as a moan caught in her throat.

“Mmmm, see? That’s my girl. I knew you could do it,” Robin hummed as she lightly sank her teeth into Nami’s earlobe.

Tilting her head back onto the taller woman’s chest, she looked up at her. Robin smiled and leaned over to kiss her. The top of their tongues slid against each other for only a moment before Robin let go and made her way back to her seat, picking up her book to continue where she left off.

Nami stood where she was, blinking in disbelief. She was flustered at the sudden disinterest Robin showed and wasn’t about to let her get away with it. Apparently, there was still plenty they hadn’t tried, an upside-down kiss being new and exciting. Clearly preoccupied, Robin’s eyes darted from one side of the paper to the next. Nami rested her head on the table thinking of ways to get back at her.

How can she do all those things, kiss me like that, and then just go back and act like nothing happened!? She has to be feeling this too…

Robin glanced up and smirked, waiting to see what Nami’s next move would be. Nami looked up toward where she was sitting and Robin quickly looked back at the page she had just read through twice.

Nami rose to her feet and walked over to Robin. Placing her hand on the book she was pretending to read, she pushed it into her lap. Placing her other hand on top of the couch, she leaned forward.

“Are you a good book? Because you’re gonna have me screaming right as I finish.” Nami bit one side of her lower lip waiting for her lover’s response.

“Mmm…that’s cute. Let’s see how loud I can make you scream my name this time,” Robin purred before leaning up and passionately kissing Nami.

Tongues clashed as Nami tossed the book aside (probably a little too hard for a tome so old) and threw her arms around her neck to pull her closer. Robin created a hand to lock the library door, ensuring nobody would walk in on them. They continued to ravenously devour each other until they were both desperate for air and had to pull apart, a string of saliva dripping between them.

Robin slid her hands underneath Nami’s shirt to knead her breasts.

“No bra today, hmm? Makes things so much easier,” Robin teased as she kissed her lightly. She helped Nami shimmy out of her clothing and then stripped out of her own. Sitting back down on the couch, she had Nami straddle her.

Stabilizing herself by grasping onto the back of the couch with one hand, she let the other wander over Robin’s chest. Goosebumps appeared on her skin as she let out a seductive gasp. Nami leaned down to kiss her chest just above Robin’s heart, which she could feel beating furiously. Slowly licking her way down to the breast she now held in her hand, her lips found Robin’s nipple. A puff of warm breath caused it to stiffen, inviting her to suck. Robin threw a hand over her mouth to stifle a moan.

“I thought you were going to make me scream, not the other way around,” Nami taunted as she looked into those beautiful eyes of hers.

Breathing heavily, Robin winked in response. “Oh, just keep thinking that, dear. You’re just getting me warmed up.”

Moving her hand from her breast, Nami’s fingers glided to Robin’s sex. She prodded a finger at her entrance, listening for her reaction before plunging into her. As she frictionlessly moved in and out, she leaned forward to nip at her neck, leaving red marks on her pale skin. Robin threw her head back, allowing Nami better access to brand her. Adding a second finger, Nami thrust faster.

Robin’s chest rose and fell more rapidly, groans escaping her. Her nails raked down Nami’s back, red welts appearing in her ecstasy. She kissed up Robin’s neck to her jawline, then captured her lips with her tongue. Moaning into Nami’s mouth as she found her release, Robin clenched around her fingers, soaking them up to her knuckles. Stilling as Nami peppered her cheeks with kisses, she sighed as she pulled out of her. Nami placed her fingers that were coated with Robin’s slick into Robin’s mouth.

“Suck for me.”

Robin grabbed her wrist and, never breaking eye contact, slowly licked and sucked her fingers clean.

“Ughhhhnn,” Nami groaned as she watched. Suddenly, she felt Robin tighten her grip on her wrists. In one swift motion, she swept her underneath her. Robin now towered over her as they continued to consume each other.

“You’ve…had your fun…but now…it’s my turn…” Robin panted between ferocious kisses. She stopped and looked deep into Nami’s eyes. “Trust me?”

“…always.”

Robin kissed her forehead. “Good. Lean over the arm of the couch. Face down, ass up.”

Taking commands from Robin made her shiver. She had always had a bit of an intimidating presence about her that made Nami slightly nervous but also thrilled her.

She obeyed, feeling deliciously exposed in front of Robin’s hungry gaze. Nami looked back over her shoulder with a fresh blush covering her face. “Like this?” She asked coyly.

Robin almost tackled her. There was something incredibly erotic about seeing Nami on her hands and knees before her that made her want to ruin her.

“Such a tease. Look at you. You were so bold earlier and now here you are. How should I take you, Nami? Your ass looks especially enticing up in the air like that,” she said as she lifted a hand and smacked it. Nami let out a yelp that turned into a moan.

“There are so many possibilities. Should I take my time and bring you to the edge again and again until you can’t take it anymore?” Her slender fingers now traced the red mark her hand had left. “Or would you prefer it quick and dirty?”

“Robin…please…I just need you…whatever you want…”

“I didn’t ask what I wanted. The only thing I want to do is give you a body-shaking orgasm. It’s up to you to tell me what you want.”

“I want to feel you inside me. Fingers, tongue…anything,” Nami panted.

“My, you’re naughty. I can tell you’re already dripping wet at the thought of me taking you from behind,” she said as she knelt in position. “You’ll be nice and loud for me, right?”

“Yessssss…make me scream, Robin…”

“Be careful what you wish for, dear…” she said as she swiped her tongue across her slit. Nami let out a wail at the feeling of wet warmth enveloping her pussy. Robin grabbed her thighs and pulled herself further into her depths. Sprouting an extra pair of hands, she fondled Nami’s breasts. The extra stimulation made her even more aroused and Robin savored the taste.

Her tongue danced from front to back, rocking against Nami’s sensitive bud.

“Fuck…Robin…faster…” Nami whined as she pressed against her mouth.

“Oh, so quick and dirty it is. Why didn’t you say so earlier, love?” She said as she picked up the pace. Nami squirmed against her, determined to use Robin’s face to make her come.

“So…close…baby…”

Robin pinched Nami’s nipples hard as she increased the pressure of her tongue on her clit, sending her spiraling.

“FUCK! Robinnnnn!” Nami shouted as she crumpled against the couch, unable to hold her body in position any longer.

Giving Nami a moment to catch her breath, Robin helped her up off the couch - a single dark spot betraying what had just occurred. “We’re not done yet, dear,” Robin hummed as she picked her up.

Backing her up against the bookshelf, Robin produced extra arms. Her real hands caressed Nami’s back, as two others grabbed her ass. As she kissed and bit Nami’s swollen lips, she widened her stance both to prop Nami up as well as prepare herself for what was to come.

Producing two more hands, she slid two fingers of each into both of their entrances. Nami cried out into Robin’s mouth as Robin moved in and out of them slowly. When Nami was used to the feeling, she started bouncing herself against Robin in time with the movement of her fingers.

Nami broke their kiss to throw her head back against the shelves. Robin’s name on her lips was the only other sound that could be heard in the room. She increased her pace as she spread Nami’s cheeks open wider and ran a finger of another cloned hand in circles on Nami’s anus. The erratic movements of the two caused books to fall off the shelves around them.

“Robin…I can’t…much longer…so…sensitive,” Nami groaned.

“So close…come with me…my love,” Robin moaned in reply.

A few more thrusts and the two shattered, shaking and holding onto one another for support. Robin slowly made her way back to the couch on unstable legs, careful not to drop her. Depositing her on the cushiony surface, the two lay together in comfortable silence.

Now a complete mess, Nami took a look around the room and began to laugh.

“Wow, we really shook things up in here, didn’t we?”

Robin chuckled. “It seems we did. I just couldn’t hold myself back after that clever literary pickup line. You sure know the way to a girl’s heart,” she said as she placed a kiss on her temple. Nami was glad she had saved that line for the ideal moment.

Robin grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and threw it over the two of them. Snuggled closely, they drifted off to sleep to the perfumed scent of old books and the sounds of the sea.

[peachiecure]

Character introduction: Blumiere

~Basic info~

Name: Lord Blumiere

Age: ?

Birthday: ?

Hair color: Dark blue

Eye color: Orange (Blue when weakened)

Blumiere, previously known as Count Bleck, is the last standing member of the Tribe of Darkness who fell in love with Timpani. He is a major side character in Project: SFA.

After the events of SPM, he lived happily in ‘paradise’ with his beloved… he seems to have finally settled down, nothing holding him back from being able to love Timpani like he always wanted to… until he found out it wasn’t really the paradise he thought it was. That day was Peach and Mario’s wedding, showing them that this ‘paradise’ was actually another version of the world where the Heroes of the Prophecy resided. After that, his finally calm demeanor seemed to have cracked, the thoughts of all the evil deeds he had done starting haunt him once again. Whenever that means it plaguing his thoughts or horrid nightmares… it starts to take a toll upon him. It gets to the point that tries to find ways to purify himself from the bloodshed he has caused. He still loves Timpani with all of his life, but he doesn’t want to concern her with these deeds that he has done. These thoughts reach the breaking point when…

When not being plagued by the existence of his crimes, Blumiere is trying to enjoy time with his wife to the fullest. They live together in a small cottage, which he has taken the time to learn how to cook, clean, garden and more to ease the work load on Timpani. It was a very foreign thing to him at first, but eventually he started to really enjoy it. The feeling started to become comforting to him, so he eventually took over most of the household duties. It did help keep his mind off of… his red stained hands.

~Outfits/Appearances~

Blumiere’s appearance has changed a bit since the events of SPM. He appears slightly more human like, having legs and arms now, along with more human reminiscent eyes and facial structure, along with dark blue hair that is currently tied in a side ponytail. Though, even with these features, he is clearly still not human with his blue skin and pointy ears (they’re hidden under his hair but they are there). He doesn’t really know why his form has changed a bit ever since entering this world, but has gotten used to it. He has two outfits which is wears in SFA, one being his iconic white outfit with his starry cape and top hat with some added new details, and a more ‘causal’ outfit that is more red in coloration without the cape or top hat. (My apologies for not having the art colored in yet)

~Power and abilities~

Though not used that much as of recently, Blumiere still maintains all his normal powers that he used when under the name Bleck. His scepter can still conjure globs of dark magic to hurls at his foes, speed himself up, slow time, and summon (now small) vortexes to suck in enemies. Due to the lack of the Dark Prognosticus and Chaos Heart, these attacks are not as powerful as they once were. He doesn’t really mind, as long as he is still able to protect Timpani if it is ever needed again. He much prefers the peaceful life he has with no fighting. He can also still float around if he wants to, even with being able to properly walk now.

~Relationships~

Timpani: “Timpani, the love of my life… everyday with her my heart sings. Seeing her beautiful smile once again as we hold hands… knowing she’s well and we can be together has made me the happiest being in the world. Seeing my beloved spread her wings and soar overwhelms me with love. But lately, she seems concerned about me, but for her safety I mustn’t bother her with it. It’s my burden to bare, not hers. I must atone… for my sins.”

Sweetheart: “Timpani has told me about the Hero’s daughter… she often visits her for a bit. I have only seen the young princess when she was an infant… perhaps it’s very hard for me to wrap around that it’s been so many years since that moment… I remember her tiny stature, sleeping peacefully, to think now she’s almost 11… why, it’s weird to see that in another world, the hero started a family. I wish both of them well in raising the young child.”

Peach & Mario: “From the little that I’ve seen and the bunch that I’ve heard from my wife, both the princess and the hero seem pretty much identical to the versions we know… except the hero is much more talkative. I’m very intrigued by this, but I refuse to meddle into their life. They remind me of my— Ahem… both of them are doing their best in raising the young princess, though, I’ve heard that she has had a lot of… incidents with her powers. Surely they’ll guide her in the right direction since she possesses such a gift.”

Larissa: “Timpani has told me about this teen by the name of Larissa. Can’t say I’ve ever heard of such a name. I don’t have much to say on her, but she seems to be helping with keeping the peace, so she has my respect.”

~Voice Claims~

Blumiere’s voice claims are Heinwald from Dragalia Lost for JP and Laslow/Inigo from Fire Emblem Fates/Fire Emblem Awakening for EN.

(I know his voice claim doesn’t really sound menacing but I chose it for how he would sound like specifically after the events of SPM if that makes sense😭)

That’s it for Blumiere’s dedicated intro. Timpani will be next…

[rawiswhore]

Triple H x Sunny- "Sunny So True"

Before you read this fanfiction, I want to say that while I'm fine with fem readers inserting themselves into these fanfictions, I've created my own female wrestling original character and I envision her sometimes in those self insert fanfics, including the ones where she's wearing nothing but towels, negligees/nighties and teddy rompers.

However, my wrestling original character I've imagined has brown hair piled up on top of  her head and looks like French Canadian pop singer Mitsou in the "Dis Moi Dis Moi" music video, and imagining Mitsou wearing the same nighties, teddy rompers and nothing but towels like on "Three's Company" doesn't really blend well and suit her.

So I've imagined 90's WWF diva Sunny wearing nothing but towels instead---which I have seen her wear---and it suits Sunny more!

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After a year of not managing any tagteams, World Wrestling Federation manager/valet Sunny did manage a tagteam who tried making a comeback: The Road Warriors, who were now known as the Legion of Doom 2000.

It was a good thing that she managed them considering that they can have matches with other wrestling factions, including the most iconic wrestling faction of the Attitude era: D Generation X.

And it's a good thing that Sunny managed the Legion of Doom before she had to leave the WWF during the summer of 1998 considering this moment.

On a "Monday Night Raw" episode that aired in April of 1998, the Legion of Doom had a match against D Generation X, where Sunny of course was L.O.D.'s manager.

During this match, Triple H had his long hair hanging down, not to mention he hadn't yet grown facial hair yet like at the end of the month.

The highlight of this match was when Sunny had tried interrupting it by climbing on the ring's apron near a spot where Triple H was.

While she was fussing at Triple H, his hands grabbed her and pulled her over the ropes.

As he still held on to her, he squatted down on the ring and laid her on top of his knees.

One of his hands pulled the top of her skirt up exposing her panties underneath.

Many fans in the audience guessed what Triple H was going to do to Sunny when he squatted down with her and laid her on his knee.

Triple H pulling her skirt up got a pop from many male fans in the audience, many of them whistling at her.

Triple H then began repeatedly spanking her ass with one of his hands, his hand spanking both of her ass cheeks at the same time.

She screamed while he spanked her.

Whilst many male fans in the audience were aroused over Triple H spanking her, some of these fans don't know if they should be booing him or cheering him.

Jerry Lawler at the commentary was happily shrieking with a smile on his face over seeing Sunny's skirt getting pulled up, not to mention Jerry was jealous over Triple H spanking her.

However, the Legion of Doom didn't march up to Triple H surprisingly and attack him.

After Triple H was done spanking her, he roller her off of his lap, to which Sunny quickly escaped out of the ring and off of it, where she continued watching this match.

With her hands behind her back and a concerned look on her face, Sunny's hands rubbed her ass cheeks under her skirt after Triple H had spanked her.

This moment of Sunny being spanked was fan service for male fans.

[macaroni-rascal]

Really good skating from Green/Parsons, but the colors are awful. It's a shade of red that looks like dried blood, and it's the same issue I had with Hawayek's Heart of Glass dress. And then to pair it with this awkward teal? A lot of teal this year, some more successful than others. The worst part is the ribbon on his waist, he needs a longer, less puffy shirt. This program is a non-starter, not just because it tries and fails to capture the magic of their iconic free dance from 2 years ago, but also because it's so meandering and devoid of concept and a coherent movement vocabulary (in contrast to the French, who will get to). They're making nice shapes with their bodies, but it doesn't add up to anything. I would've understood if the judges had dropped them in this program rather than the RD, since this is just a bag of random stuff pulled out the junk drawer. Her dress is contemporary, while his kinda period-inspired and doesn't fit his build, much like the Trennt sitch. I wish they'd scrap this one too.

Natalie, my sweet. While this is a great color on her, it didn't work paired with grey when VM did it, and it doesn't work now. His costume looks like an afterthought and the construction of hers is lazy and unflattering. I know they probably don't have the same resources as some other teams, so I'll let it lie, but also, the real problem here is the program. All they're doing is power skating between lifts and choreo elements. They're on two feet sooo damn much, and I dare them to take a step that isn't a crossover. It's not really ice dance, which sucks, because I really, really like them, but they're not an abstract concept team. Sorry about their dad.

Okay, the team that's really been impressing me this season, in spite of myself - the French. I loved the simplicity of her dress, which is why I don't get why they did the awkward, random dyeing on his. So many of these boys are wearing tops that look water-damaged. But I thought this program had a consistent movement vocabulary, it had a sense of dance history, and while we've seen them sharper this year, they did well here. I hate to say it, but Guillame did a great job. It's familiar music but it builds and they picked up every nuance and note, and this from a team I don't normally enjoy, so kudos. Good transitions like L/Q, great skating in hold, really seamlessly put together. Only they and H/B can pull off abstract.

LaLa - gorgeous colors, they looked like spring! Marjo was the force of the program, Zak looked a bit closed off in the chest, but I'm assuming that's from the injury and will pass. Some truly breathtaking elements and entries into them, and better levels, it seems. Skate Canada needs to get their scores where they need to be because Lolo and Nik hath no knees left. He did this to me with his shirt last year - it's big and boxy and flowy and bunches up at the waist, obscuring and cutting off his lines. Marjo, on the other hand, extremely pretty but a little too much skirt, I won't be surprised if it throws off her twizzles with how heavy it is. Such softness of movement yet such punctuation moments throughout, such effortless musicality and responsiveness to each other and the music. The one thing I will say is that it's maybe a bit too similar to the Nureyev and the Warsaw, but then again, it hasn't held other teams back, so why diversify? Get Zak a more fitted shirt and remove a layer of fabric from Marjo's skirt and they're ready for world domination. Nothing but respect for my next Olympic champions.

Okay, I really didn't want to become a C/B hater, but here we are - they've forced me over the past 3 years. What a load of pretentious schlock. We need to stop validating people just because they're hot. I'm pretty sure we've seen this concept 20 years prior. Her dress is well-made but it's what a teen whose social studies teacher once told her she should be a designer because she likes clothes would draw. Evan's outfit is straight out of Nathan Chen's closet of non-costumes. All of this is right out of the P/C guidebook on emperor's new clothes programs where they tell us we're too dumb to understand the high art that it is, when in reality they're just doing whatever to low-tempo music. All but one team here are stronger skaters than them. The whole program is just an exercise in figuring out how little actual skating they get away with. The fact that this is being celebrated and scored like this is why the sport is losing viewership, it makes the fans feel gaslit and taken for fools. And they can only do the planks and straight limb lines for a minute or so before they run out of steam, so whatever vague common visual thread there is totally falls apart. The USFSA fucked up when they let them win the nationals over the far superior H/D with that alien program because they wanted to give them a boost for the team event, but the lesson they took from it is that they could literally get away with murder, which is how we ended up here. I'm literally begging them to retire, they have me cheering for teams I usually can't stand. Prayer circle for the Italians to get a better RD.

Otherwise, Romain and Patrice serving looks like the dapper daddies they are, skaters take notes!

10s 10s 10s across the board.

[pissboycharles]

i love you renault daniel

[miraculouscontent]

After reading that, I think it's safe to say that Miraculous Ladybug is more of a horror/psychological thriller than romance/comedy. And now I want an AU where Marinette takes the earrings off and realizes that they're messing with head

Marinette felt strange, and after getting used to the feeling of being on the Startrain, she knew it wasn't the cause. She felt lighter - less restricted - somehow, and while a part of her had expected that due to handing off the ladybug miraculous, it wasn't in the way she'd expected.

Once she was done sending Alya all the Ladybug tips, Marinette had figured they'd start talking about Adrien or what their next scheme would be once she got back, but she ended up finding the idea tiring. It was odd in the way that finding something in her room just slightly out of place would be (at least before the kwami began living there).

Everything she'd thought she might feel - anxiety over what could go wrong while she was gone, concern over how the kwami were doing in her absence, and longing for who she'd pictured as the love of her life - wasn't there. It felt completely unlike her, just as it felt unlike Alya to not reply to her messages considering how much she liked to be on her phone.

Abandoning the idea of texting Alya for now, she closed their conversation and idly started browsing her phone. Even still, the weird feeling didn't cease and her hero senses were going off.

Something was wrong, or... maybe right? It wasn't as if she was feeling anything bad, but she felt entirely different than when she was in Paris. It was hard to get a gauge on exactly how she should take it.

Marinette glanced at her parents, catching herself frowning before they could glance back. She looked at her phone, acting like nothing was wrong and idly scrolling through her various apps so as to look busy. In the process, she stumbled upon her gallery, finding her mass of Adrien images inside. It took up a majority of her pictures, and she found herself blushing in embarrassment rather than fondness.

Did she really have this many normally? How much time had she taken getting them?

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, thrown off by just how different she felt. The reaction to seeing Adrien that she'd normally have where she'd lose all focus had virtually disappeared, and the only reason she'd missed it at all was because it gave her an absurd amount of mental clarity concerning how she'd be acting otherwise.

Clarity...

The word brought a particular face to her mind: pink lips, blue eyes, and black hair highlighted blue at the tips. Marinette ran her fingers through her own hair, ruffling it as she tried to piece out how she was feeling. All she knew was that - whatever it was - it was significant and she didn't have Tikki to vent to.

Though perhaps she wouldn’t had much to provide anyway.

A mix of trepidation and curiosity filling her. Switching away from her gallery, she went back to her conversations and pulled up her texts with Luka. Despite her confusion over whatever was happening to her at the moment, she managed a smile at Luka's contact image staring fondly at her.

After a moment of consideration, she typed out:

Hey. Sorry if you're busy. Thought we could talk?

That done, she navigated back to her gallery to look at all her Adrien pictures. She shifted in her seat again, as if it would change things or help her mind adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. It wasn't like looking at Adrien didn't make her feel anything at all, but that feeling could only be described as "normal," like the way she saw him before he'd given her that umbrella.

Before she officially became a ladybug holder who agreed to protect the people of Paris...

Her lips twitched in hesitant thought, her thumb brushing against her screen as she skimmed through the assortment of Adrien pictures. Her brain registered a feeling - or rather, lack thereof - and the foreign emotions encouraged her to act.

She tapped the garbage can icon experimentally, a notification popping up accordingly and asking her if she'd like to delete the picture. She brought the phone closer to her chest, like she felt she was doing something wrong, yet there was only a second of pause before she confirmed the decision.

She watched as Adrien disappeared, a message indicating that the picture had been trashed.

Marinette blinked at the message until it had timed out, bringing her back to the gallery. She was frozen in place, her fingers twitching against the side of the phone as she processed what she'd just done.

Then, she did it again. She tapped on another picture of Adrien, a weird mix of eagerness and interest urging her thumb along as she pressed the garbage can icon again, confirming the decision just as quickly.

Just before the image disappeared, a stray thought said aloud in her mind: black hair and blue eyes would've worked better for an outfit like that.

This time, her body finally moved, a shudder going up her spine as she took in a breath. Her eyes darted over to her parents, knowing how strange this must look to them, but they weren't watching her anyway, meaning the moment was kept firmly in her own personal bubble. It was so odd; normally, someone would've seen her acting off, or laughed and made muttering comments about it.

But nothing was happening, and she didn't know whether to question it or not.

Marinette glanced back at her phone, almost challenging herself as she started to run through the assorted Adrien pictures. She could've thrown them in the metaphorical bin all at once, but instead, she went one-by-one. She waited for something to break, either a sense of regret to settle in over the deletion or for her heart to start fawning over the face on screen, but neither happened.

She was in control, and it felt good. Really, really good.

Part of her felt like she was being ridiculous. The idea of getting some kind of emotional high out of deleting a few pictures sounded stupid, and yet she felt powerful. It was like a veil had been lifted and suddenly she had choices.

If her parents saw her visibly vibrating in her seat, she didn't hear them make mention of it.

The only thing that made her snap out of her rapid thumb movements was a text notification at the top of her screen, and only due to the flash of black, blue, and white. Her lips curved into a smile, originally being pressed together in focus, and she clicked to open her text messages with Luka.

Hey, Marinette. I'm not busy at all. What's up?

She felt warm, knowing that the guy who always made her feel comfortable and happy was on the other line. it was such a shame that they hadn't been able to work it out because of Adrien.

Marinette paused just as she went to reply, those thoughts catching up to her as she remembered that day with Luka underneath the bridge. She'd been so sure that she'd had to break up with him because of Adrien, but as she purposefully tried to recall the memory, something registered like a mental fog clearing in her mind.

Hadn't it actually been her responsibilities as Ladybug that had done it? In fact, that added up alongside all of the other memories of his akumatization; she hadn't been ditching him during their dates out of discomfort or her crush on Adrien, but because of akuma and sentimonsters.

How could she have forgotten? Or rather, how could she have remembered otherwise?

Marinette just barely managed to snap herself out of her trance, her phone having dimmed from inactivity and the sight of her furrowed brows and worried frown staring back at her from the blackened screen. She blinked rapidly, then shook her head to clear herself of the unnerving thoughts.

Lighting her phone back up, she hurriedly typed back as she realized she'd left Luka on read, trying to ignore the way her thumbs shook.

Nothing much.

She hesitated, already seeing him typing back. Guilt burrowed around in her stomach, knowing very well that it was not "nothing" but being unable to properly convey what was going on to him when she didn't even understand it herself.

She typed again, his own typing ceasing to let her add to her comment.

Actually, I've been thinking a bit lately. I'm going to be in London for a while and I'm on the train ride there right now. It's given me some time to myself and it's... weird.

I'm sorry, I know that doesn't make sense.

Even though he hadn't replied, she knew he was taking her seriously as he was typing back.

It makes sense. Background music doesn't work for everyone.

Marinette realized that her shoulders had been tense when they relaxed at his message. She pressed her lips together, feeling vaguely like she didn't deserve him and pushing down the thoughts just as quickly. He'd never approve of that kind of talk.

My head's just been a bit of a mess. Or... not a mess? Things were really foggy but I didn't realize that they were? It's like I'm thinking clearer but I don't know if I like everything that came with that.

What was the phrase? Ignorance is bliss? She had no idea where these changes were coming from, but something had indeed changed and she didn't know the significance of it. She was indeed happy that she felt so in control now over her thoughts on Adrien, but why now? What caused it, and what about her memories?

Would it go away?

Marinette shuddered at the idea, but tried to focus on her conversation with Luka. Having a crisis wasn't going to do her any good, and he was there with her, even if only through text.

I can't know what you're going through, but I think I get it.

-

You do?

-

Yeah. Do you remember my birthday, when everyone heard about my dad being Jagged Stone?

He already continued typing, so she just nodded even if he couldn't see it. She'd only been with Juleka when the reveal had happened, but she imagined it'd been just as much of a shock for her as it'd been for them. She couldn't even imagine when Luka could've learned about it.

Wait--no, she'd already known, actually, hadn't she? He'd been akumatized and had gone after Jagged, and she'd been there when he forced Jagged to tell him the truth about being his father.

Marinette winced at the filling of a gap in her memory that she hadn't realized had been there. Once again, she'd remembered something that she couldn't fathom having forgotten or misremembered, even with how spotty her memory could be under normal circumstances.

She turned towards the back of her seat and the window, trying to isolate herself so it felt like just her, her phone, and Luka. She desperately needed his texts as a distraction.

I'd wanted to know who my dad was for so long, but learning that it was my favorite musician all this time was a lot. I had to redo all the notes I’ve ever written about him, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it for a while.

He kept typing after that, and she merely stroked the side of the phone with her thumb as some form of support, even knowing that he couldn't know about it.

But I'm glad I knew in the end. He's doing his best to make up for all the lost time, and I don't have to go on never knowing what that song would've sounded like.

Their situations weren't exactly the same, but it was enough to reach her deep down. Whatever her situation was, if it really did mean something, she'd rather know it was there than go on never knowing. She hated the idea of being left in the dark, just as she hated being lied to.

As she took a calming breath, she found it in herself to type back.

I'm glad you know too. You deserve people who make you happy, Luka.

-

Thank you, Marinette. You do too, and I hope that whatever you're going through goes at least as well as it did for me.

-

Thanks.

She bit her lower lip at her reply, which felt clipped in tone even though she hadn't meant it that way. She just had too much on her mind and it was hard to think about what emotion was coming across when she was typing to him.

She tapped away at the on-screen keyboard, hopefully before he could think anything in particular about it.

Sorry.

Though she wanted to explain further, she wavered, her legs bending as she curled further in on herself. The conversation had already been so deep and she didn't want to make it worse.

But just as she debated on dismissing her feelings and insisting that he not worry about her, the memories that had been cleared up from before came back to her, reminding her of a warm hug on top of a bridge.

"When you're ready, I'll be here, Marinette."

She inhaled shakily, but steadied herself immediately afterwards, letting the warmth of the words calm her. Luka was there for her and she trusted him.

She was ready.

...I'm scared, Luka. I thought I had my clarity, but I don't. Something's wrong.

Then, almost on cue, the train screeched to a halt, jostling her out of her seat as the lights went off. The simultaneous sound of phones ringing followed soon after.

—————

Marinette held her breath, crouched down in the restroom while she listened closely for the sound of her parents' footsteps. Her throat let out a whine, but she managed to keep it silent enough to where she was sure that no one on the other side of the door would hear it. She'd have to leave eventually or risk being cornered, courtesy of the power being off and the restroom's lock being electronic, but she felt safe enough to pull out her phone.

She also set it on vibrate just in case.

There was a reasonable concern at first that Luka's texts would indicate that he'd fallen victim to the akuma, but what she found when she checked their conversation reassured her.

Marinette!

Is everything okay?

Did the akuma's power reach you? Did they call you too?

Marinette?

The panic in simple letters on a screen made her feel noticed and loved. Keeping enough of her focus on potential footsteps approaching outside the door, she typed out a reply:

Sorry. I had to run from my parents.

I'm okay. What about you?

-

You're alright. I'm so glad.

I'm okay too. I hid somewhere and I doubt anyone can find me.

-

That's good. Be careful.

-

You too.

She took another breath, certain she'd be captured soon if the akuma wasn't taken care of. The train was limited and there weren't many places to go, so unless she could find a blunt object to smash her parents' phones, she was at a loss.

Regardless, Luka was there, her phone vibrating as he added onto his previous text:

I know this isn't the time, and I hate that the akuma cut into the song we were writing, but I'm here for you, Marinette. Whatever's going on, I'll help you figure it out as long as you want me with you.

Her heart fluttered pleasantly, a pink blush even tinting her cheeks. She welcomed it, unlike the fear that'd come with the changed memories. Feeling the way she did for Luka was too natural to be afraid in any way.

Thank you, so much. You're the only one I could trust with something like this.

She meant it. She'd trusted Alya with her identity in a moment of weakness, and even passed the ladybug earrings to her, yet that somehow paled in comparison to the emotions she was choosing to share. Luka would take her seriously, she was sure, even if she came up with the craziest theory in the world for why her feelings and memories were the way they were. He wouldn't doubt her, or laugh, or dismiss her as "Marinette being Marinette."

And as she sat there, completely without a miraculous or any way to get back to Paris without help, she reached up with her free hand and tugged at her earlobe, processing what she could with the information she had as one such theory started to form in her head. The fear from before never quite went away, but the idea of figuring things out with Luka brought her a sense of comfort.

Though perhaps, when she got back to Paris, she would take back her miraculous with a sense of hesitance that she hadn't had before, and there would be some testing that followed after the fact, because there were two things she refused to give up from her experience on the train.

Her sense of freedom and choice, and the feelings for Luka that she can't believe she ever questioned.

Or, if her working theory was correct, that her miraculous had her question.

[rays-of-fire-and-ice]

top 5-10 bleach character designs? :3

Ask me for my Top 5/Top 10 of anything!

Sorry this one is a little late anon!

If nothing else, doing this list made me appreciate how well Kubo designs his characters in terms of showing their personalities and the core of who they are, it's always been one of his strengths as an artist. As with other lists, this is purely personal preference where I'm ranking my favourite character designs, not necessarily the 'best' designs.

Honourable mentions: Rangiku Matsumoto, Yoruichi ShihoinByakuya Kuchiki, Bazz B, Jugram, Jackei Tristan, Barragan (original form), Tsukishima, Kukaku Shiba, Uryu Ishida (FB arc only), Tobiume, Shunsui Kyoraku, Ulquiorra Cifer, and Coyote Stark (Ressurecion).

10. Soi Fon

I'm not a big Soi Fon fan, but I can't deny her character design is fantastic; she often stands out because of it and makes her presence known. I love her first look, the cloth-wrapped braids were so cool and the yellow sash was a nice touch. I'm not a fan of her look after the Full Bringer arc, but her asymmetrical haircut in chapter 686 is pretty neat. I also love the shape of her eyes, they suit her character really well and are different from most of the other characters' eyes. On a side note, in terms of design, she has one of the coolest and most unique looking Shikai too.

9. Shuhei Hisagi

Say what you want about Hisagi - whether it's about the '69' tattoo or that he's a discount, hair colour swapped Ichigo - he stands out. He's got a lot going on in his design: the aforementioned '69' tattoo, the other tattoo going across his nose and cheek, the scars over his eyes, the literally explosive choker and arm bands, and the sleeveless Shihakuso. I love all of it, and it's what drew me to him in the first place. What kind of guy is this? I wondered the first time. He looks cool! And just based one how many fans this guy had before the Fake Karakura Town arc came out, if Kubo's goal was to make you instantly like or at least be intrigued by this guy based on his design, [then for me] he succeeded with flying colours!

8. As Nodt

The moment I saw As Nodt for the first time, I was immediately intrigued by his design; he looked like something out a black metal concert (heck, I could see him being the mascot for a black metal band). His design adds to his powers, I legit flinched when I saw him without his mask the first time and still get a little creeped out by his Vollstandig for when I go back and read his fight against Rukia. His volume cover remains one of my favourites, he just looks so looming and intimidating.

7. Vasto Lorde Ichigo

The form so cool they create a whole move based around it, and who could blame them if that was the case! Just look at this design! It's the perfect fusion of Hollow and Shinigami, showing the lengths Ichigo (and Zangetsu) went to come back from the dead. Sometimes when I watch the anime adaption of this form, I'll have to pause for one reason or another, but when I come back, I'm always taken aback whenever I pause on a frame of the Vasto Lorde form because it looks both so cool and so intimidating.

6. Retsu Unohana

I'm starting to think I have a thing for intimidating and/or dark haired characters. Unohana's design is deceptive as heck. She looks like what you'd expect the head of a healing division to be: kind, soft, and dignified. Her front braid is the best part of her design (and I may or may have not tried to copy it with my own hair when I was younger); it conveys a softness to her, but you also can't help but wonder why she has this braid at the front. At one point she has her hair tied back but we don't see her up close except for her face. It got me wondering if the braid was hiding something, and it would turn out years later I was right. When she undid the braid for her fight against Kenpachi, she just completely transformed and suddenly the intimidating energy she conveyed took on a form (but then I think her iconic face in that chapter also helped).

5. Kenpachi Zaraki

You know exactly what you're getting when you first see Kenny (or at least, I did). From the scars to the eyepatch to his tall, bulky frame to his hair (whether it's his spiky bell hair or his grown out hair) his look matches his personality perfectly; Kubo could not have designed a better character with a personality like Kenpachi's. You're just waiting for him to either throw the eyepatch off or grin maniacally or both and the fight instantly gets all the better for it. I like both his first look and his second one, but if I could only pick one, I'd do with the former - it's the hair, I just thought it was awesome!

4. Hyourinmaru

Hyourinmaru is lucky enough have not one but two awesome character designs. He looks awesome as a dragon, particularly after Toshiro regains his bankai during the TYBW arc (that shot of him appearing behind Hollowifed Toshiro will never not be cool). As for humanoid form, for me it's one of the best Zanpakuto spirit designs Kubo did for this arc. He looks other-worldly ancient (like he's been around since the dawn of the Shinigami), and also like a guardian, watching over and protecting his master. It's also a creative design, with the sash as a tail and the ends of his limbs being clawed and made of ice. Somehow the 'X' on his face works to bring everything together; I've seen edits online where people removed the X and he just looks so weird without it.

3. Momo Hinamori

She has one of the most plain designs in all of the series, why is she up so high on the list? Well, in a series where unnatural eye and hair colours are the norm, spiky hairstyles are in, and some people just seem to be trying to one up each other having the most distinctive (and at times daring) looking uniforms, sometimes it's refreshing to see a character who just looks ordinary. In short, sometimes I just want a little bit of simplicity. For me it conveys that her priority isn't in her appearance, that she's not interesting in looks, whether it's her own or other people's (that isn't to say that other characters who care about their appearance are judging other's based on it, see Rangiku for example...I don't know, maybe I'm reading too much into this, wouldn't be the first time!). Ironically though, Hinamori is one of the more complicated characters, so the most simple thing about her ends up being her design; but for me, that's kind of the point, it added a layer of relatability to her.

In all of her designs, the most flash thing about her is whatever she does with her hair. In her first design she has the hair cloth, which in the manga is either white or a pale grey, and in the anime happens to be the same colour as her division colour, which I think is a neat touch showing her dedication to her position and maintaining the Fifth Division. Her next hair style is short with a hair clip. Was she trying to match Shinji? Was there a discount on hair cutting for shorter hair at the time (aka Rukia, Yachiru, and Shinji all getting their hair cut shorter as well)? I kid of course. I've headcanoned that it's a sign of her moving on from the past, cutting her hair short enough that she can't put it back in a bun (for now). I must admit her second look too some getting used to, but it grew on me and I came to really like it. Her latest look, though, has got be my favourite. The bun is back but this time's more elaborate with a hair piece that's got the Fifth Division's flower insignia on it (perhaos showing her commitment to her division again) I love how intricate this new look is, t retains the usual simplicity but now has a bit of flair in it. If we really are getting a new manga arc, I hope Momo keeps this look! There's probably a way to read deeper into how Momo's character design changes represent her arc/journey across the series, but I won't dive into that rabbit hole here.

2. Toshiro Hitsugaya (FB and TYBW arcs)

My bias is really starting to show now! XD He's one of my favourites, mostly for his character journey and relationships he has with other characters, but a small part does have to do with his design. First up, it's not exactly an original idea to have the character who wields ice powers to have white hair and some shade of for the eyes. It's a colour scheme I've always liked, and Hitsugaya definitely fits into this description, but there are a few things that are different - like his eyes being more green than blue.

Now don't get me wrong, his first appearance is great, I always felt the look was showing he was trying to fit into an adult's world, that he's the head of a division and he wants you to take him seriously. However, when I think of him, the first images to come up nowadays are his appearances from the FB arc onwards. I remember the first time I saw his new hairdo I went, 'Wait, is that his old hairstyle?' Turns out no, it's more like a fusion of both his hairstyles. And in a weird way, I couldn't help but see it as a reflection of his growth. We see in one of the omakes in the volume 53 that Hitsugaya says what's different about him is that he's taller, and later on in the TYBW arc he's making jokes about his height. I took the change in appearance to show that while he still wants to be respected and not be seen as a child, he's a bit more relaxed about it now, that there are more important things to worry or get angry about. I also like his latest appearance, which is basically the same but without the scarf and with slightly shorter hair...gotta admit though, I miss the scarf.

1. Renji Abarai

So a fun fact about me: before I was a major Momo or Toshiro fan, Renji was my favourite character. Don't get me wrong though, he's still one my favourite characters in the series (probably in my top 5), it's just Momo and Toshiro ended up taking first place when I became invested in them. Anyhow, Renji made a strong first impression when I first saw him, and that's largely due to his character design. Up until then the most unrealistic hair colour was Ichigo's. Then in comes Renji with his pineapple-shaped red hair, tattoos for eyebrows, and oversized goggles. To say he left an impression on me would be an understatement.

I've always liked Renji's first look, from pineapple red hair to the white bandana. But for me, his best look was after he came down from Zero Division. The furs, the armguards, the zebra-pattern bandana, and the goggles (he finally, FINALLY, has a pair of goggles again!), it all just works on him! He looks awesome, like he's about to go out, kick ass, and look good while doing it. He's no longer the stray dog barking at the moon, he's a king. Must admit, I was kind of sad that he ditched some of his accessories along the way to the Soul Palace, but he looked awesome.

And that's the thing with Renji, for me, all of his designs are awesome - I've even come around to the braid, which I initially didn't like. Every single design ties in with Zanpakuto spirit and abilities, his background, and his general character so well.

Finally, his tattoos are awesome, I don't care what anyone else says (seriously, Bazz-B and him should have been bros...I mourn for what could have been); I seriously wonder how Kubo can sit down and draw him because of all those tattoos, but he's a richer character for it.

Thanks for sending this one in!

[aminiatureworld]

Needled Words

Characters: Childe, fm!reader

Word Count: 1,691

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: When does a joke go too far, when is a jab more than just friendly? Where does the line blur and where does it stop?

In which Childe’s teasing becomes too much for the reader

Author’s Note: For some reason this prompt made me think of Nancy Mitford, mostly because she was known also for being a slightly mean-spirited teaser. Ah Childe, my beloved. Communication in a relationship is key y’all.

Childe

You knew that Childe was only joking. After all, didn’t he read his letters to you? Brimming with little asides and jokes.

“Dear Tonia, I would say I was happy to get your letter, if only it was sopping wet. Did you leave it out in the snow again? I swear, if you were in the illustrious Tsaritsa’s army, you’d probably end up attacking your own regiment, and then I’d be forced to execute you for treason!” No one could mistake such an opening for anything except a slightly barbed bit of teasing.

Nor were the younger one’s exempt. Teucer’s antics had resulted in quite a bit of teasing. “Teucer, I think the Mr. Cyclopses have better survival instincts” and “I didn’t take you for someone who spent other people’s money!” This latter statement was made after Teucer spied the hand-crafted, very expensive, fireworks that were sold in Liyue. Of course, Childe had bought him the fireworks, and of course he never begrudged doing things for you when he teased you either. Still, you somehow felt as if things were different when directed at you.

Not that they really were. It wasn’t so much that you were picking up a different tone, it was more that, unlike Childe’s siblings and other friends, such as Zhongli, who was subjected to endless old man jokes, you couldn’t seem to take them well. When he joked about how many times you ran into the countertop you began to wonder if you truly had something wrong with your hand-eye coordination; when he said you were the laziest person, he’d ever met you wondered if you weren’t sleeping in too late; when he teased that he had to be your personal babysitter you wondered if you were truly good enough to be an adventurer. It wasn’t Childe’s fault, it really wasn’t, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

Of course, you could tell him, could finally let it all out and stop pretending that it wasn’t painful to try and keep all your emotion sunder wraps. But you couldn’t help but feel as if that would in some ways disappoint him. He was a Harbinger, tough, aloof. No words could ever hurt Childe, of that, you were sure. So how would he take it, the knowledge that his part was all too liable to shatter at every poke and prod? You couldn’t blame him if he turned out to be ashamed.

So, you kept it to yourself, smiled through all the jabs and teases. It didn’t matter, it really didn’t. You were fine! Or if you, weren’t it wasn’t worth it trying to change anything. You didn’t want to lose Childe, didn’t want to see the change when he went to say something before stopping, looking at you’re with barely concealed disappointment. Childe lived with his emotions to the forefront after all. And you wouldn’t ask him to change something you ultimately loved about him.

Thus, the days continued on, as did the teasing and the feigned smiles. Some days it was worth it, some days you were left with nothing but happiness bubbling up inside, the love that humans reserved for a very few number of friends and lovers. Yet those days were often days with minimal teasing, and you couldn’t help but notice the layer of anxiety that pressed on your love the days that were filled with Childe’s jabs. Lying in bed, limbs tangled with his, you stared up at the ceiling, wondering what you should do. You felt trapped, by your emotions, by your pride, by Childe’s words. They were all encircling you, and you could do nothing to defend yourself. You tried to keep the tears to a minimum; after all your partner slept so little already.

You didn’t know when the subtle shift happened, when it all became too much to handle. Maybe it was after Childe’s recent trip to Snezhnaya, where, surrounded by Harbingers who saw their coworkers as enemies rather than allies, he had sharpened his wit even more so than before. If his earlier teasing was unfocused, general quips, then his current ones struck quite closer to home.

“Wow my dear I didn’t peg you for a Treasure Hoarder, I don’t think that arrow could hit anyone if it tried!”

“I think you truly have the makings of someone who gets scammed by a Mondstadtian duke, or perhaps a Fontaine prince who has lost all his mora in a flood. Remind me to never go shopping with you.”

“Honestly, I think if you ran into the Electro Archon, she’d think your vision was fake. It’d be an easy way out.”

The whiplash of Childe’s proclamations of “princess” mingled with sentences that, had they been geared at anyone else, would surely be insults was shocking, and you found yourself less and less able to keep these two aspects of your partner compatible in your mind. Even less did you find the ability to simply brush it off.

You didn’t know why it was a comment about your socks that finally caused you to break. Really, it was too juvenile.

Laundry in your shared apartment was often seen as a punishment, the chore that each of you pushed onto the other. As such there was often a pile of laundry in the laundry basket, and incredibly slim pickings in your drawers. That being the case you often found yourself wearing mismatched socks. Perhaps it was a little odd, or a little childish, but it was certainly preferrable to spending all day at the river scrubbing your hands red. Who cared anyways? No one would notice such a small thing, especially once you had put your boots on.

However, nothing could get past Childe’s wicked sense of humor, and apparently your clothing choices were prime fodder for him.

“Nice socks.”

“Oh, thanks,” you replied, already having a sense of where it was going. The smirk that played across your partner’s face was full of mischief, and usually that only led to one place.

“I think that you’ll be quite the icon among toddlers all throughout Liyue. People will be asking you if you’re lost all day, or maybe they’ll ask you how it feels like to be nine.”

It was really a silly comment to get so upset over, such a small, insignificant thing to cry over. Yet there you were, standing in the kitchen, frozen in horror as your vision became fuzzy with tears. Unsure about any other course of action you buried your face in your hands and prayed Childe wouldn’t think about what you were doing.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

You could hear the panic and concern mingling in Childe’s voice. Almost immediately a warm hand was on your shoulder, and you were suddenly flooded with the presence of the person you loved so much, the person you were now crying about. You could tell Childe was saying something, was whispering soft words of comfort, but in the moment your thoughts felt all too loud. Overwhelmed by the situation you turned into your partner’s shoulder and let yourself cry.

Eventually sensing you had lost all your tears Childe drew back slightly.

“Would you like a glass of water?”

“Yes please,” you replied, voice still small. Nodding Childe moved towards the kitchen. Within a few moments he was back, glass in hand.

“Was it the teasing?” He asked as you drank. Whatever you had to say about your partner, he certainly wasn’t stupid.

“Yes,” you mumbled, nodding for affect.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I had gone too far. I promise I’ll be more careful from now on.”

“But Childe, it, it’s not just this time.”

“What do you mean?” Childe asked, voice flooding through with concern once more.

“It’s, I’m sorry, it’s just that, it’s all the time. Not all the time, every time you tease me. It’s not your fault! Of course, it’s not, it’s my fault. I don’t know, I just, it really hurts sometimes, all the time? I don’t know. I just, I’m sorry.”

Childe’s expression was one of abject horror. Taking your hand, he rubbed small circles on the top with his thumb. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how much it was affecting you. I should have been more careful.”

“But I don’t want you to feel like you have to, I don’t know, I know you tease everyone, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You aren’t making me uncomfortable.” Childe’s voice seemed just as hurried as yours. “It makes me more uncomfortable to think that you’ve been burying this the whole time. You’re damn good at hiding things you know. But this isn’t a war or something, you don’t have to hide what you’re feeling, for whatever reason. Better if you tell me, y’know?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Doesn’t look good on you, or sound good. I’d rather hear you happy.” Childe leaned in to press a soft kiss against your forehead. “I love you, okay? You mean more to me than a little bit of teasing.”

“You don’t think I’m being weak?” You managed to make out as your anxiety lessened its grip on you.

“Weak? Girlie you’re one of the strongest people I know! Weak my ass. If you wanted to rule the world you could give me a run for my money. Of course, I’d win though. I mean, I would be there right with you.”

“I know you would,” you smiled, despite yourself.

You knew that Childe probably would still retain the odd sense of humor and levity he already had. Old habits die hard and all that. Still, you had managed to say what had been haunting you all this time and, more than that, you had been assured that you were good enough, strong enough. Those few words, no matter how short, meant the world to you.

[mimiatmidnight]

What’s your top 5 Harry and Meghan moments

EXCELLENT question.

Please note that I am notoriously terrible about picking my favorite ANYTHING (books, fashion, movies, colors, this will be a problem no matter WHAT you ask me) so I tried not to think too hard about these choices, but they could definitely change around in the future! Oh and also, I was VERY loose about interpreting the word “five” lmao. Anyways, please enjoy below the cut because I have no self control.

BEHOLD, MY MAGNUM OPUS:

5. I’m on a boat, motherfucker

His hand on her thigh is so unexpected and brazen and I just love how they look so casual, like “yeah this is how we just sit together at home, actually.” And anyways boats are just inherently romantic. If we are on a boat together and we both look out at the sea at the same time and our hands kind of rest near each other on the rails as we listen to the waves together, you are legally obligated to kiss me idc I don’t make the rules.

Bonus boat content: I’m sorry I couldn’t find a gif for this but Harry PULLING AN ENTIRE BOAT WITH ONE HAND so his little wife didn’t have to step too far to get back on the pier. HELLO?????

4. The couple that stunts together, stays together

I’m sorry if this is shallow but they are honestly just two very beautiful looking people and they can’t help it if the camera literally worships at their feet.

The colors in this one are gorgeous and she looks like a freaking goddess, but what takes the cake is when you look at it from this other angle and he looks like he’s so in love with her it’s actually about to make him cry.

Ayo, how the FUCK are they this hot? (This doorway photo is probably my second favorite photo of them of all time. Keep reading for #1)

MOUNTBATTEN. MUSIC. FESTICAL. JAW. ON. THE FLOOR.

This was also the night we got the sob-worthy hand squeezing as the Captain General of the Royal Marines and his matching Mrs. stood together to bask in the Royal Albert Hall’s standing ovation for the last time (a profound, earth-stilling moment that I could not find a gif of). The way they support and lean on each other . . . [Britney Spears “yeah 😭😭😭” gif]

And I mean, how could I not include this, the single most iconic photo of all time. I said it at the time and I’ll say it again, you CANNOT buy this kind of magnetism. This charisma. This star power. You are BORN with it. The weight of the metaphor of this photo ALONE is enough to write history books about, but the fact that they look so stunning and in love while doing it? I could not have engineered this moment better. No one could. That’s the point.

3. “You can’t tell Prince Harry nothing these days”

This man is so happy he literally bounces. He earned a win in his match, a kiss from his wife, and on his way home to go make a baby. Smh. May we all one day be as sheerly and deliriously happy as this dork.

Speaking of which, what 1950′s classic Hollywood romantic movie is this???

Bonus Bouncing Harry content: landing in Canada to reunite with his wife and baby and literally skipping off the plane. Like ok H how about leaving some ecstatic joy for the rest of us?

2. Harry, Holder of Hands

There are SO many cute moments of the various ways Harry can concoct to hold on to Meghan, particularly her hands. But nothing will ever beat this one for me. So gentle and soft and delicate and adoring and like . . . worshipful? Like he just handles her as if she is the most precious thing in the world and urrgghhhhhh that sound you hear is me melting into a puddle.

Bonus hand holding content: SPEAKING OF UNBEARABLE TENDERNESS

I love this one cause he’s like “hey, gimme :( ” and then she does and he just goes “ :) “ Like holding her hand is all it takes to make him do that big goofy grin. Ugh.

Double bonus: when one hand simply is not enough.

1. Harold, there are people watching

An extremely incomplete collection of WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE HE WANTS TO EAT HER

Ok maybe he didn’t know there were people watching for this one but still

In this SA one he literally looks like he’s thinking “aight man calm down, we’re in public”

And here we are, my absolute favorite photo of them of all time. The umbrella and the rain are so romantic, yes, but THE EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE???????? SHOULD BE ILLEGAL

Bonus edition: Harold, there are people your GRANDMOTHER is watching

What was I supposed to do with this information?

WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO??????

And also just because now I’m thinking about the wedding:

You got my favorite photo of them of all time, now get ready for my favorite video of them of all time. The way she peaks at him, he jumps to meet her gaze but she looks away in shyness, so he looks away with a smirk, and then finally they turn to each other at the same time and BAM. MAGIC.

∞. And finally, just because I had nowhere else to put it

The absolute sweetest prince and princess there ever was. They really make me wanna cry.

WHEW. So there you have it. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did making it! It took me FOREVER because I was SCOURING every corner of the internet to make sure I didn’t leave anything important out, and then I had to make all of the gifs myself (because of Tumblr’s stupid fucking Inbox editor) which I have never done before 🥵 But it was entirely a labor of love (and a trip down memory lane)! I had butterflies in my stomach and was giggling with giddiness the entire time. Thank you again for this wonderful question and giving me an excuse to just bask in the breathtaking glory that is Harry and Meghan for a few hours.

💕

[unsupervisedpanda]

Hit

Scott x sister! Reader

You and your brother used to be so close until he got some new friends. Stiles had even started to ignore you. So in a desperate attempt for something to do you stayed after school one day. On this fateful day your ride ditched and you were left stranded at the school. You are injured and Scott makes a promise.

You and your brother had always been close, so to say it hurt when he had started going out and leaving you all alone was an understatement. Even Stiles had stopped hanging out with you.

On top of that you didn't have many friends, your mom was never home, and Mr. Stilinski was always at work.

You had no one. You only had school. You decided to stay after school today to help the librarian and put away books.

You stayed for a few hours before gasping at the dark curtain that had draped over the sky. It was later then you had thought and you lived pretty far from the school.

You had hitched a ride from your mother this morning but she was probably still at work. Lydia and Allison were probably busy so that left you with Stiles or Scott.

Pulling out your phone you hit the phone icon. Scrolling through the contacts you found Stiles. Calling him first seemed like the safer option seeing as he was probably easier to hitch a ride with and would be less annoyed.

Bzzzz! Bzzzz! The person you are try- you hung up.

Obviously he'd send you to voicemail. Scott it is.

Bzzzz! Bzzzz! "Hello?"

"Scott! Hey. Can you come pick me up? I'm at the school but-"

"Really y/n? You called for a ride? I'm a little busy at the moment. I don't have time for this. So no. I can't." Beep!

He hung up. You looked at the phone in shock. You knew your big brother was getting annoyed with even having you on his contact list but you didn't think he'd abandon you like this. Quickly gathering yourself, you shoved your phone in your pocket.

"Walking it is." You felt your voice break slightly.

Walking out of the parking lot you started the journey of walking home. Sadly though, as though your day couldn't get any worse, it had started to rain.

You tripped as your sneakers slipped on the road but you kept walking. You just wanted to get home. Your soaked clothes made you shiver and you tugged your hoodie closer suddenly wishing you listened to your mom about bringing an umbrella. Little did you or anyone else know that was the least of your worries.

The rain wasn't letting up and neither were your tears. You were soaked and cold and just wanted to be home. To lie in your bed and cry yourself to sleep. As you continued walking through the sheet of rain you heard horns blaring and then you saw a pair of bright headlights.

Before you could register anything else you felt pain, and heard your ribs crack. You tasted the blood after that and soon you smelled smoke. It was all so terrible, but the pain was the worst.

You heard someone yell to you and call to you, but you couldn't answer. Your throat felt raw and tight. All you wanted to do was scream, and so you finally did.

The ambulance came quickly and picked you up, rushing you to the hospital. The driver was looked over but was deemed fine. The police would talk to them later.

For now though they were panicking over your body doing all that could to keep you awake. You felt sleepy and were in extreme pain.

"Where's Scott? I want my brother! Scott! Scott! Please I just want my brother!" You cried.

All you wanted was Scott. He always kissed your injuries better. He always made you feel better. Where was he? He promised he'd always be there!

"Scooott!" You screamed until you throat was sore.

"We need to sedate her!" One of the peramedics called over your sobs.

"We can't! She may have a concussion!" A woman yelled.

The original male peramedic growled but understood.

"Listen miss. What's your name? Maybe we can get ahold of this Scott." He threw you a fake and annoyed smile.

"Y/n McCall! My brother is Scott McCall and my mom is Melissa McCall!" You answered.

"Great! Now let's get you taken care of babe. You're okay with me calling you babe right?" A woman asked as she took care of getting the blood off of your head and and arms.

"Y- yea! I just wanna go home." You winced and screamed as the other paramedic set your leg back into place. The leg you didn't even know you broke.

"Emergency! Young teenage girl in car accident. Broken leg, possible concussion as well as a few possible broken ribs, cuts on arms and a gash on her forehead!" The woman yelled as the doctors and nurses took you away.

"Y/n! Oh my God! What happened!?" Melissa gasped as she followed you to the emergency room.

"M-mom? Oh my God mom! I don't know what happened all I was doing was walking home. I was so cold and wet. I tried calling Scott but he got mad. Like really mad. I wanted to call you but you were working. Now I'm here. Surprise?" You winced after explaining as best you could but your focus was not exactly spot on.

"Oh sweetheart let's get you taken care of." You were then taken away and put into your own room. You fell asleep, but not before checking your phone which had surprisingly survived and looking at the wall paper. A picture of you and Scott. Smiling.

Ring! Ring! Ring! "Hello?" Scott picked up the phone.

Stiles was obviously concerned. Not only had it been a few hours since y/n called but she wasn't answering his texts and it was pouring. Sure it was a pack meeting, but he worried for y/n.

"Mom!? What? Y/n? Yea she called earlier?" Scott's eyebrows furrowed.

Then his face turned to one of shock.

"Stiles. Get the car. Now!" He quickly got up and hung up on his mother running out the door and down the front stairs, but not before grabbing his jacket and running to Stiles' Jeep. Stiles followed quickly not knowing where he was going.

"The hospital!" Scott pressed as Stiles drove to the hospital.

Scott was still processing what his mother had told him. Y/n had been in an accident. She hadn't specified but she told him to get his ass there.

They pulled into the parking lot quickly and ran into the hospital asking for y/n McCall's room. Once they found out they ran up the stairs not bothering with the elevator.

"Mom!? What happened!?" Scott whisper yelled. 

Miss McCall did not look happy.

"Y/n came in. She was soaked and cold. Possible hypothermia at this point. That isn't the worst part though. She came in on an ambulance. An ambulance Scott! And what are those used for?" She questioned.

"Major emergencies? I don't know. What does that have to do with anything?" He asked.

"Y/n was hit by a damn car Scott! She almost died. She had cuts and bruises all over. She has three broken ribs, a broken leg, a concussion, need I go on? Your little sister almost died! She called for a ride that would've taken what, 15 minutes? All you had to do was get over yourself and think about her for once. You ignore her calls, and barely answer her anymore. You two used to be so close and you are pushing her away Scott. And now she is in a hospital bed! And do you know what she was yelling when they were on their way here!? No she wasn't yelling for me! Not Stiles! She was yelling for you Scott!" Melissa ranted.

"Now get your ass in there and take care of her and apologise!" She finished, walking away.

Scott felt terrible. He hadn't meant for this to happen. It was true though. He was pushing you away, but only because he didn't want you to get hurt. That's the only reason he answered. To make sure you weren't in danger.

He hadn't thought about the weather.

He hadn't thought of a damn car hitting you.

He hadn't thought walking home would be dangerous.

His last words to you had been so harsh. Now he had almost lost you, and the fact you were now in a hospital bed because of it? It was stupid.

He and Stiles walked into the dark hospital room. You were sleeping soundly. Your h/l h/c hair was wet and sprawled on your pillow.

"Oh y/n!" Scott rushed to your side and kissed your forehead.

Stiles silently cried as he saw your broken form. You looked so small and broken. Fragile. He and Scott felt terrible. Stiles had sent you to voicemail because he was told to, and then Scott hung up on you. Now you're in a hospital bed broken and beat up. All for what? Nothing. All they knew is they weren't ever leaving your side or ignoring you ever again. Scott made a promise to himself to be a better big brother. To be there for you no matter what. All he knew is he couldn't lose you. You were the only little sister he had. He wasn't going to let some stupid pack meeting keep him away from you. He wasn't going to lose you. Ever.

A/n

I hope you enjoyed! Thats it for this one my unsupervised critters! 🐾💞

[qitwrites]

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(AO3) 

June 1st falls on a random Tuesday. The weather is decent enough, the sun bright but not harsh, and the air is pleasant, slowly dipping to colder temperatures.

Everyone crowds around various desks to chatter before homeroom, and Iida spends a grand total of two minutes trying to bring about order before migrating towards Todoroki’s desk to join in the conversation he’s having with Midoriya and Sero. When there’s roughly 14 seconds to spare before Aizawa rolls into the class in his signature yellow sleeping bag, everyone takes their seats and on time, as always, Aizawa arrives.

Three things are noted immediately:

1.     The yellow sleeping bag is nowhere in sight. It’s happened before, but not often.

2.    There’s a strange bounce to Aizawa’s step. Not like a normal bounce, but he’s not dragging his feet like a reluctant, sleep-deprived sloth. His steps are focused and intentional. This is a very rare, almost never-before-witnessed sight.

3.    His hair is up. He doesn’t usually do it up for class, though they’ve seen him pull it into a pony when he’s dressed more casually and not in his hero attire. This is an unprecedented situation.

The class watches Aizawa wearily because, from literal months of experience, they have realized that when something is out of the ordinary, shit usually flings itself towards the fan in a most spectacularly dramatic fashion.

Even Bakugou is on-edge, watching Aizawa like a hawk. Midoriya is ready to whip his iconic notebook out and make yet another behavioral observation under the Eraserhead section. Iida looks ready to disperse any tension. They are all ready.

Aizawa sets his stuff down, gruffly wishes them good morning and then turns around to write something on the board.

They are not ready.

It’s not a big deal at all actually. In hindsight, its stupidly minor, but with Aizawa, it stands out bright and shiny, and even Koda makes a small noise of surprise.

Aizawa’s hair is pulled into a pony with a scrunchie. Which is fine, all well and good. But the scrunchie is made of a rainbow-colored hyper shiny material, which is surprising, because Aizawa always seems allergic to color, especially on his person.

And finally, there are only 6 colors in the rainbow. Momo connects the dots before the rest, though Midoriya follows closely behind.

‘That’s-‘

‘-pride,’ Midoriya breathes, soft but just enough for Bakugou, Jirou, and Sero to hear.

The class is shocked for the first ten or so minutes, as more and more people make the connection, but honestly, it’s just a scrunchie. And with Eri under Aizawa’s care, it isn’t unlikely that he’s worn one of her hair ties or something. This is probably a coincidence, even if it is the first of June, so everyone stops fixating and starts focusing on class.

The scrunchie goes unmentioned and1A is on the same page- it’s definitely just a one-time thing.

It is not a one-time thing.

On the second of June, Aizawa saunters in seemingly back to his normal attire, and a few shoulders slump. They might all be saying its a coincidence, but that doesn’t mean they’re happy about it. There’s something so reassuring about the idea of their teacher, someone that protects them fiercely and loyally, being supportive.

Aizawa doesn’t seem to pick up on the mood, he just assigns them some self-study before taking a seat at his desk. And then he, very uncharacteristically, puts his feet up and reclines in his chair, a folder propped open in his lap.

There’s a collective inhale, the whole class breathing in as one because there it is- undeniable proof that it isn’t a coincidence.

On Aizawa’s feet are the brightest, most vibrantly gay pride socks ever. Each of the 6 colors loop around the material before the pattern repeats, and there’s no white material or anything, just the colors of the flag over and over.

‘Holy shit,’ Mina whisper-shouts, and her smile is blinding. Uraraka giggles. Tokoyami nods sagely and says, ‘The support of a figure of authority is a beacon against the darkness of humanity.’  

They do their best to focus on self-study, but there’s a buzz around the class, a happy vibe that permeates the air and saturates it completely. There’s a glob of purple in the corner that seems indifferent, if not actively dismayed, but he goes ignored.

Midoriya writes something in his notebook and puts three stars next to it.

On the third of June, Aizawa has a rainbow hair clip pushing his bangs out of his face, and on the fourth, the soles of his shoes are rainbow and proud.

The competition begins the following Monday.

The thing about class 1A is that they try to support one another in any way possible, to encourage and stand together and everything. The other thing is that they’re hella competitive. It’s a hero course after all, and they’re trying to come out on top and be the best.

And it turns out their teacher, the chilled, nonchalant, mostly uninterested Aizawa Shota, is almost more than a little competitive when it comes to this stuff.

On Monday, Momo uses a pride scrunchie to pull her hair into her signature ponytail. Jirou has a band around her wrist that says love is love is love, and Satou bakes rainbow cookies for the whole class, leaving a few on Aizawa’s desk beforehand.

Their teacher walks in with his hair up again, and when his eyes settle on the cookies, they widen fractionally before he schools his expression into a more neutral one. He greets them all and his eyes flit over Jirou’s band, and the colorful cookie crumbs around the class. When he looks at Momo, she quickly turns her head to the side, showing off her hair accessory that matches his.

Aizawa doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t smile, or even nod, nothing. He just kinda gets down to business. At least, that’s what it would look like to someone on the outside.

But 1A reads him- they watch the way he pushes his hair back, fingers lingering on his scrunchie while he reads out their assignment. They see the way his eyes momentarily linger on the cookies or Jirou’s wrist, such small, quick glances that they all catch because they read him. They know him, and he knows that they know.

When class ends, the room is filled with warm giggles when Aizawa leaves, the plate of cookies in hand.

The next day, Ojiro has a braid in his tail with different threads mixed in there, forming the familiar rainbow pattern. Mina has her horns painted in a pride flag ombre, spanning three different colors on each. Kirishima uses a rainbow hairband to keep his bangs out of his face during training, and Midoriya switches out his black shoelaces for rainbows.

Aizawa’s eyes ping pong around the class, and for a moment everyone wonders how many dress codes they’re breaking but he doesn’t say anything again. He just reads out their assignments as usual, his own pride pin shining brightly on his chest, against the black of his hero uniform.

It’s all fun and games, full of warmth and support until Aizawa starts pulling out the big guns.

Because when Aizawa walks in with a multicolored scarf wrapped around his neck, the class collectively realizes- he is challenging them, and beating them quite mercilessly at that. 

It’s obvious enough that even Bakugou growls in frustration, and then the games begin.

Mina shaves the word Pride into Iida’s undercut. Kaminari paints his nails. Hagakure replaces all her uniform buttons with multicolored ones. Shoji replaces his teal blue face mask with a pride one, and Uraraka has a few braids on the back of her head too. Satou’s desserts get more and more elaborate, more and more eye-catching and delicious.

The day after Aizawa walks in with a multicolored scarf, belt and goggles set, Satou stays up the entire night baking, set on paying their teacher back thrice fold.

Morning finds a rainbow croquembouche perched on Aizawa’s desk. Even Bakugou gives Satou a nod of respect because what the fuck? It’s literally a tower of sweets, brightly colored and absolutely delectable, and they get the biggest reaction out of Aizawa yet. His eyes widen, mouth dropping into a shocked little ‘o’, and his eyes immediately seek out Satou, who gives him a wide grin. Shaking his head incredulously, Aizawa conducts his class as usual. It’s a herculean task but he manages.

He still walks out with the entire dish balanced in his hands with great care.

Every teacher in their year has rainbow-colored tongues for the rest of the day.

Aizawa retaliates with eyeshadow. Rainbow eyeshadow. Jirou’s mouth drops, Aoyama starts wailing dramatically and even Todoroki looks impressed. Bakugou clicks his tongue and looks away, and Mina wants revenge.

The entire class comes together for the final showdown. Everyone tries to put color in their hair, though it doesn’t really work for the darker colors. Tokoyami adds a few sprinkles of glitter into his feathers, Iida switches his plain black frames to much more gaudy pride ones, and Todoroki and Bakugou have the most vibrant hair of them all, bright and ridiculous. Aizawa eyes them fondly almost, and that’s when they should’ve realized they were way out of their depth.

Because on June 30th, Aizawa walks into the class, his uniform spick and span, hair down, a ridiculous bounce in his step. Everyone eyes him from head to toe, and when they land on his feet, Kirishima inhales shakily.

‘No,’ he whispers.

‘Oh yes,’ Aizawa answers, his grin far too gleeful.

‘No fucking way,’ Bakugou snarls. His hands are shaking.

‘Language,’ Aizawa admonishes, his smile widening.

‘We’re doomed,’ Mina mumbles.

And right then, Aizawa taps the heels of his shoes together, and his pride rainbow shoes glow up and that’s it. Class 1A has lost. They accept it rather graciously, all things considered. Aizawa cackles like an evil witch, and Sero comforts a weeping Kaminari.

On July 1st, things go back to normal. Mostly normal.

Because Midoriya keeps the shoelaces. Someone sneaks a rainbow charm on Bakugou’s bag that he somehow keeps forgetting to obliterate to pieces. Kirishima doesn’t switch out his hairband, and Ojiro asks Tsuyu to braid his tail when they go out for more casual outings.

And Aizawa? Well, the soles of his hero boots are never quite the same.

[witchofthemidlands]

Ranking Stephen Hart’s Near Death Experiences In Primeval Out Of 10

1) fighting an anaconda - 0/10: pretty sure someone at the university made that story up (im sure there’s loads of rumours about stephen hart the tart & nick in the university. connor never had the chance to ask if they were true or not because they never went to their lectures) because he is afraid of snakes & an anaconda is much bigger than a python.

2) goganopsid - 10/10: whilst being a fashion icon, he sees his second dinosaur, throws a chair at it & tells it to pick on someone it’s on size. legendary stuff.

3) centipede bite - 3/10: nothing particularly cool happened, but it gets points because he went back down there for nick & for this nickstephen image. loses points for actually thinking helen was going to help him & trusting her after this.

4) nearly getting hit by a pterodactyl - 10/10: part two of stephen hart being a fashion icon. brilliant! could’ve gone wrong & got himself, nick & claudia hit by a pterodactyl but it is so cool & i love how nick & claudia are just !?!?!!

5) nearly getting eaten by a raptor - 1/10: he gets a one because he fought it off but he really thought nick was going to let it eat him 🥺

6) nearly getting knocked off his bike & potentially eaten by a raptor - 9/10: this scene is awesome, i love them chasing after raptor's on a bike & connor saving them from it at the very end - beautiful stuff.

7) nearly getting cut in half by an anomaly - 5/10: glad we know what happens if someone is stuck half way through an anomaly, but that raptor just wanted food, loses points for the raptor not making it home.

8) nearly getting his foot chewed off by a raptor - 4/10: it was probably the long trousers that got him caught i just find it hilarious how they all just watch him limp & don't even offer to help him.

9) stephen vs big worm - 10/10: his creativity alone in trying to survive these things in the fog is why this one gets so many points. he throws his watch into the fog, stabs one to a water machine & tries to trap it in the photocopier. legendary stuff.

10) jenny’s first day on the job & she unknowingly almost crushes him with an elevator because stephen james hart decided to do some spy level action stuff - 9/10: loses a point because he could’ve just jumped onto the top but it’s pretty cool.

11) nearly becoming scorpion chow - 8/10: makes for good memes. taylor really had all the brain cells in this episode. i love the stephen&nick of it all & this episode is just great. i love their desert adventure.

12) (in the canon adjacent books) jumping off a cliff - 5/10: i can picture it so clearly & honestly is it a successful arc mission if he hasn’t nearly been killed? also he & nick share multiple beds together in this book. i knew that was canon.

13) (in the canon adjacent books) having a punctured lung because he got crushed by a dinosaur in an anomaly - 2/10: gets a few points for the team dragging him around in a sleeping bag & him explaining the helen situation (nick & helen were separated & she made the first move) but dude, you let a dinosaur crush you.

tagging my primeval mutuals in case i forgot one of this dude’s dumb moments: @late2000shistoricalreenactment @queenclaudiabrown @simplyshelbs16xoxo @whatkindofnameisvolta

[worstloki]

Top Forty Thor-Being-Thor Moments from Thor 1

just absolute dumb*ssery that this 7yr old kid’s life goal is to “hunt down the monsters and slay them all”. I’ll go easy on him here and let the Thor/Loki expressions do the talking because of “...just like you did Father” but seriously can his hands even fit around a sword handle??? this kid isn’t even punching the air right??? if there was a sword in his hand he would’ve cut his head with the way he’s moving???? pure tiny-himbo energy here just look at that >:o face he’s making. contrasts very nicely with Loki’s ‘,:|. 10/10. such a baby idiot.

“the jotuns must pay for what they have done! they broke into the weapons vault! if the frost giants had stolen even one of these relics!” thor. thor please. can you even name one of these relics. thor. hey thor. thor. shut up. “well, what would you do about this?” odin asks him. “march into jotunheim! like you once did! break their spirits! so they’ll never try anything like this again!” wow okay so we’ve fast-forwarded by like a thousand years and thor is still going on about genocide. huh. that’s funny, i thought loki was the genocidal one. hmm. i also just realized that the loki exclusive clip gives loki the same hairstyle thor has here so do what you will with that information.

0/10. horrible. terrible. i dont care how angy thor is about not getting to kill some jotuns or become king today this very instant, that is a tremendous waste of food. an absolute fool. how can he just remorselessly throw the bread to the floor. if loki stabbed him when he was 7 he would deserve it for this table flip alone. what a privileged white *ssh*le.

loki came skulking around a corner and suggested not to go to jotunheim and not only did thor not suspect anything but he also then went on to decide to go to jotunheim. 10/10 himbo material. 

if tumblr didn’t have a picture limit i would put every instance of thor smiling in this list because look at that stupid smile. he’s such an idiot. 11/10. this is the thor content i’m here for.

“I have no plans to die today” thor says with the stupidest open-mouthed smirking smile ever captured on film. right after he also told heimdall not to tell anyone they’re gone. he’s literally planned to strand them on jotunheim. thor’s grand plan was to strange themselves on jotunheim and also start a fight. i repeat: thor’s plan was to successfully slay all the frost giants and not need to return until they’re all gone. what an absolute d*mb*ss. this is getting ridiculous. this was originally a top-ten-thor moments list but i’m not even twenty minutes in so i’ll have to extend the list. thor. thor are you listening? thor, you’re such an idiot.

“HOW DID YOUR PEOPLE GET INTO ASGARD?!” thor you sweet sweet summer idiot, please, i am beggin,g you,, learn to rea,d , a room,, literally everyone else who came with you is regretting it, there is complete silence and only the rumble of the opposing king is meeting your “I AM THOR, SON OF ODIN”s, please, please take some notes from Loki, or, you know, literally anyone else in the room, since everyone is asking you to get out of this realm while you still can,

thor’s stupid smile makes an appearance after he gets called a princess and decides to fight a whole realm over it. you know what? thor is a princess. he’s the prettiest princess in all the lands. what’s thor gonna do about it? is he going to fight me too? I hope he does the stupid grin first. minus 15 points for the sexism. thor is a complete and utter sadistic fool who needs to get a hobby. seriously, he’s 1500 years old and still going on and on about slaying all the frost giants. boi, i hate to break it to you, but your dad is not the best or only example of greatness out there. i don’t think your dad even qualifies as an example of that. 

“THEN. GO!” 🥰 ahh yes, just thor thingz 🥰🥰 like when one friend has had his arm burnt 🥰 and another friend has been impaled and needs medical attention, 🥰🥰 and all the rest of your friends are yelling for you, 🥰 and your brother is telling you they must go, 🥰 and you decide to buy everyone time by laughing maniacally and killing more frosties because you care for them and dont find joy in destruction like a loon 🥰🥰🥰 

THIS is the iconic Thor moment that makes my day whenever I think about it. Just Thor, an absolute bumbering 6′6′’ giant boodlusting dummy sees Odin and just decides to yell “FATHAA!! WE’LL FINISH THEM TOGETHAAA!” as if the last thing Odin told him wasn’t “no, thor, we’re not going to do anything to the frost giants, do not go after them and try to kill them all.” 11/10 d*mb*assery right here folks, I couldn’t ask for Thor to be more of a fool. This is PEAK Thor energy. Look at that face. I feel like Thor spends half this movie with his nostrils flared. I love it.

okay i gotta give thor credit for rightfully calling odin “an old man and a fool” but also there was not even 1 frame of the scene where Thor had a decent face so now all i see is >:O >:| >:o >:[ when i watch that scene. yelling at odin was great, not yelling at odin after he HUAERGHed at loki was less great, but to be fair it’s thor and he is the definition of Peak D*mb*ss. 

thor literally GROWLS and starts yelling “HAMMAA?? HAMMER??” over and over. He was hit by a van, he fainted, he woke up and started growling. I don’t know what else there is to say about this.

“you dare threaten me? puny human?”. so. uhh. basically. Thor knew she was threatening him? He KNEW she had a weapon? instead he made a face and started yelling as he tried to walk his way closer????? thor you complete and utter dum dum. you frickin hairball-for-brains. im not even surprised darcy tasered him. with that kind of face, i’d taser him too.

when you wake up in an unknown place to a person smiling at you without a stupid smile, the first step is always to attack first and ask questions later 😌😌😌 (but seriously thor you imbecile why didn’t you ask where you were instead of throwing multiple people around the room and getting your butt needled. you clueless buffoon. you’ll remain a clueless buffoon if you don’t listen to anyone.)

just a quick recap but thor was knocked unconscious by a van and these people kidnapped him aboard and the next scene we see him in he’s checking himself out in  mirror after presumably changing right there in the open?????? these are the things that make thor thor. any other character and i’d question it so much, but this is thor, and i truly believe this is in-character for him. just change in the open because why not? thor is a beefcake and that’s his only redeeming quality and he knows it. 10/10 thor moment. 

I am now convinced that Thor saw Jane and “5k van-hitter to lover slow-burn height-difference himbo-scientist trope” flashed through his mind.

“but no more smashing!” Jane says, and then Thor proceeds to check her out and smile unlike an idiot and like a douche. was this his version of flirting???? i’m not one to decide, but yes, yes it was. He threw a cup to the ground and broke it, and she’s getting mad at him and berating him about it, and he’s liking it. y’all i’m sorry to break it to you like this, but thor has a canon fetish. i am so, so sorry.

im DYING. THAT ISN’T EVEN A KISS, HIS MOUTH IS OPEN. he SMUSHES his mouth around her knuckle???? WHY. I can’t keep noticing things like this. send help. please. Jane’s response makes so much more sense now; she’s laughs for a solid 3 seconds and shakes her head and is like “uhh, thank you? ahaha,” and then she keeps looking back longingly when walking away. they are doing this in PLAIN sight of EVERYONE. Darcy and Erik are standing RIGHT THERE, and Thor is doing weird things to her with his mouth. I’m out. I am done here. goodbye. 

return of the stupid smile AND the douche smile in quick succession through the entire trip. their entire dialogue is peppered with innuendo. “I’ve never done anything like this before. have you ever done anything like this before?” “many times, but you are brave to do it.” “I have nothing else to lose.” “ah but you are clever, far more clever than anyone else on this realm.” “realm? rEaLm?” “you think me strange?” “yes” “good strange or bad strange?” “I haven’t decided yet.” I AM DYING OVER THIS. plus, we get Return Of The Himbo with Jane asking after Einstein Rosen bridges and Thor is like “uh, actually, more like a rainbow bridge 😜🤪” i feel so sorry for jane here, didn’t know how much of a d*mb*ss Thor was when signing up for this van-trip and knuckle-sucking 😭😭😭 i also no longer have questions about how the trip that SHOULD HAVE BEEN A HALF-HOUR ONE turned into one that LASTED TILL THE SUN WENT FROM THE MIDDLE OF THE SKY TO SETTING by the time they arrived. I have no questions. please. I don’t want to know what they were doing in that van. please no. don’t make me think about it.

thor’s plan had 3 steps and they were 1. give jane his jacket 2. walk in and get his hammer 3. fly out. that was literally his plan. he had the first “I have a plan. attack.” moment in the MCU. pure concentrated 0-brain-cells energy right here. how can you not stan this king of d*mb*ssery. look at him, flaunting his big boy muscles. he’s about get his hammer and fly out, like he just told jane with a trademark stupid-smile.

crop-top hair-mop thor is my favourite thor. the way the entire fight scene parallels a hamster in a maze only exemplifies the thor vibes for some inexplicable reason.

“you’re big. fought bigger.” + Thor douche-smile + subtext from earlier + rolling around passionately in the mud = not a happy me. 

I swear i’m not making up this romantic subtext but it’s barely even subtext. the entire scene leading up to Thor’s attempt at lifting the hammer is actually filmed erotically. I’m not kidding. First there’s a shot where Thor pulls aside a hamster-cage-wall blind which mirrors a shower-curtain, and THEN he walks around the hammer while smiling douche-ly at it, we get a few close-ups to his face which are shot from angles slightly lower than himself, giving him an aire of superiority, plus the music adds to this, he reaches out for the hammer’s handle with a mud-covered arm in the rain, in non-slow-motion slow-motion, and he wraps his arm around it, like, he fully twists his arm, unecessarily sexually, around it as he grabs the hammer. This is not okay. On the plus side, it makes the movie much more entertaining,, on the down side,,.

im not going to call Thor dumb for not knowing he’s not worthy. im not going to. because odin literally whispered the enchantment to mjolnir after he’d thrown thor to midgard. it is very funny watching thor grunt in frustration though. he starts yelling because he couldn’t lift the hammer and just lets himself get caught. like, dude, get a life, go buy a new weapon from the store, seriously. he mourns for the hammer on-screen longer than he does for loki. he also looks like he’s in far more pain here. he becomes catatonic and unresponsive after this, but when loki dies he’s already feasting the same afternoon. 10/10 dum dum thor material. never change thor, never change. (that’s code for please change, thor, please,)

thor trying to establish dominance wherever he goes is the funniest thing because at this point he’s being a complete asgardian *ss about it and it’s reaching points of pettiness never seen before. side note: he is possibly flirting with selvig too. maybe. i’m not saying anything happened, but Thor’s openning lines when bringing him home carried over his shoulder are “he’s fine, not injured at all,” followed with an apology to selvig, and an explanation to jane which consisted only of “we drank, we fought, he made his ancestors proud,” and then he puts the man to bed and before he falls asleep erik says “i still don’t believe you’re the g*d of th*nder, but you ought to be,” so... your choice, i guess...

thor’s got his trademark stupid smile and stupidly takes jane’s life’s work notebook and starts doodling in it about trees. the last time his father told him this story about Yggdrasil was when he was 5 and he clearly hasn’t payed attention to any lesson about anything since and it shows so so much. thank you thor. very insightful knowledge you’re passing on hear. ‘i come from a world where [science and magic] are one and the same,’ ok great, now elaborate on that please. oh, right, you can’t because you’re thor, my bad, 20/10 thor behaviour. he couldn’t even doodle nicely. all his lines are wobbly. epic art fail. i wouldn’t trust him near my sketchbook with a 2B pencil.

THIS is thor’s realization face. in case anyone was interested in what ‘dawning truth’ looked like on him. 😰😪 THIS is the face of a thinker, of a man betrayed by his own beloved brother for unprecedented reasons. look at the nuance in his expression. 😩😩😩 so many emotions, I can’t even count them all 😩💯😪

stupid smile and “do not worry my friends, i have a plan,” he says, “i’ll just try and abuse the fact that Loki’s super selfless and kind and has no self worth to my benefit as i have countless times before which is exactly what he’s rightfully angry about this time,” he doesn’t think to himself because that is NOT the smile of someone who is thinking... like, at all. +10000 points to gryffinthor. the d*mb*ssery really jumps out.

“im sorry bro for whatever i did and whatever you’re blaming me for as an excuse to do this, im sorry bro, but you’re disturbing innocents that i don’t really care about but you’re the one making a scene in front of them so why don’t you admit you won’t kill me and are just having a temper tantrum and we move on? hmm?” and then he proceeds to get slam dunked in the face with a metal arm like yEAAAA BOI that’s what you GET for going up against the SENTIENT LAVA-SPEWING metal-man ya absolute dunderhead clod. thunderhead clod? yeah, that. he’s just so dumb, your honour, please, you must understand, the victim pleads guilty on all charges of d*mb*ss and d*mb*ss alone.

I can NOT describe the emotions I feel knowing that Thor is suck-kissing Jane’s knuckles. Like, his mouth is literally jelly-ing it up against her hand. There is suction there and it shows when he is placing and removing his mouth. I promise that’s what is happening. I’m not any happier than you about this. I regret everything. This is why Loki should be what is focused on and not Thor; Thor’s going around trying to frick frack everything in sight even if it’s just Jane’s hand. He’s maintaining eye contact with Jane while he licks her fingers. Why did I decide to rewatch this movie. 

i’m only adding this in as a thor moment because of how desperately and badly they kiss. seriously. 2/10 kiss. im not surprised jane broke up with him. they look like two actual seals fighting over an actual grape. while i’m here i’m going to criticize every fic ever that decided thor is an experienced gentle lover. what were y’all on when watching this movie. thor can and will f*ck literally everything in sight and he won’t even do it well because he is the peakest of peak d*m d*m. look at this man. look at his face. that is the face of an absolute himbo idiot, and it’s the face of an absolute himbo idiot who knows it. he’s been stranded on earth for 2 days, max, and his flirt-count is at 69 people because his name is one letter away from thot. i bet his terrible use of a pen from early means he writes his ‘r’s like ‘t’s and he doesn’t even care. 1000/10 thor moment. doesn’t get much more romance-thor than two individuals smooshing their faces together after some finger sucking. that finger sucking is gonna leave jane simping for years. and that’s true love babey. <3

“I’ll handle my Brother!” Thor says, as if Loki didn’t send a metal-murder-bot that quite virtually killed him less than ten minutes ago asdfhkhsdgsdjf Thor, you horrific himbo you, Loki’s weapon of choice is literally throwing knives he will literally kill you before you enter the room if he’s on his game and wants you dead which he just proved he would do and you’re just gonna???????????? jog on over to him????? Thor??????????? bruH???????????? buddy??????? pal???????? you really wanna go 1v1 the brother you very clearly underestimate and know nothing about????????????????? im loving the confidence, but, no.

Loki: “you literally can’t stop this from here.” Thor, immediately: “i’m going to hit it with the hammer and see if that works” and then it does in fact work later... technically speaking, even if it ends up causing chaos destruction and death and loki falling off the bifrost 😔😔😔 but Big Brain Thor is the Biggest Brained Thor!!! The plan worked!! in a messy-Thor-ish way, but it did!!!

“you can’t kill an entire race!!!!” Thor yells, teeth gritted, as he faces his brother, his coward pacifist brother, who has suddenly decided he wants to join the age-old family tradition of realm-destroying, when this is supposed to be Thor’s dream, Thor’s, not Loki’s. How dare he, Thor thinks to himself, fist clenched around Mjolnir in anger, the pain of the handle pressing against his palm perhaps the only thing preventing him from lashing out at this thought, that’s my planet of monsters to slay, he should go get his own! Loki hits Thor across the face with the back-end of his spear. “Now fight me,” Loki says, but Thor, well, Thor cannot fight, as he remains stunned that of all things Loki would dare steal his life’s ambition, and he is sent sprawling backwards across the observatory, slowly but surely sliding to a stop despite his catatonic, very symbolic silence.

the elegance, the poise, i see your time on earth has made you no less graceful, Thor. the simple magnitude of this sprawl. the spread of the arms. the turn of the feet. this is not a dude, this is a man.

sometimes your brother starts vehemently talking about he’s gonna kill the race of monsters and about how he’s only ever wanted to be your equal and about how he’s not your brother and never was and sometimes you just have to say “this is madness” instead of addressing the issues or asking for any of the  deets 🔥 👊💯😩

Loki is whipping Thor’s butt. Both literally, and metaphorically, Loki is whooping Thor’s d*mb*ss. Earlier he knicked Thor’s face, now he’s just pushing Thor around, he uses the spear as a pole and later kicks Thor’s face by kicking vertically up, and Thor, bless him in all his blond golden muscled glory, doesn’t think anything is up with this, gosh he’s such an absolute utter idiot

sometimes your brother laughs way too much and also cries too much in a fight and there are also too many of him so you just need to blast lightning so you get a shot at all of them 😌😌😌 and then put your magical infinitely-heavy hammer on his chest 😌😌😌 but it’s okay because Thor left holes in Loki’s container 😌😌😌

now THIS is the meat to Thor’s funny bone, just the pure unadulterated humour that is Thor saying that there will never be a “wiser king” or a “better father” than Odin, it cracks me up every single time without fail, just the way he says it with a straight face and— what do you mean he wasn’t joking

look at Thor’s stupid smile as he asks Heimdall to spy on jane every single day while conveniently never asking after Loki ever. This is Thor’s face in mourning after he attended a feast after everyone was celebrating after Loki’s death. Look at his stupid smile. I love him your honour. He’s just,, he’s just so frickin stewpeed, just Thor being Thor, just the purest of d*mbest of *sses. 

[madwoman14]

top 5 outfits worn by the gilmore women, ily💞

oh my gosh!!! i love this question, and its killing me...

okay im splitting them up because there's too many. out of the two of them, i vibe more with rory's style but i love lorelai's clothing sense too. disclaimer!! these are off the top of my head and will probably change within 5 minutes after i post this.

Lorelai

- her graduation robes!!- ik this is a cheeky answer, but really i loved that for Lorelai. her worrying about her curls being crushed or it being too hot, myyyyy heartttt. also i just think she's wanted that for like 16 years and she finally got her moment and yeah that moment just means a lot

- dress she wore to liz's wedding- the wispy dress, the flower crown, the dance with luke??? today was a fairytale vibes absolutely gorgeous

- dance marathon dress- they're so dorky i love that dress so much, the way she got vintage shoes for the dress, gosh i love lorelai

- late to chilton outfit- this outfit was ICONIC. emily's reaction, the headmasters?? the way lauren still pulled it off looking like a kickass cowboy. nothing but respect for my oversleeping queen

- calling off jess outfit- hated lorelai in this scene, but her outfit delivered.

the two looks in this picture. the coat, the hair the knee high boots?? lorelai girl you're killing us

honorable mentions: bridesmaid dress and anytime she wore a sleeveless turtle neck. i feel like luke listing every sweater of her wardrobe

nowwww rory!!

- the first outfit she wore when meeting dean, the black skirt, red sweater, and black tights... the vibes. i tried to recreate the outfit and my friends called me out on it. but hey! it's literally the comfiest nicest looking outfit i own

- the first episode chunky white sweater and choker combo- iconic, rory gilmore walked so chris evans could run. i dare anyone to change my mind.

to encompass the multitudes of rory gilmore i must also include

- the dress in you jump, i jump jack!! blue is her color

- blue is also the boat neck full sleeve baby blue she wore during "go be someone else's dad" and "shane as in come back?"

- and also the red velvet dress she was wearing in the hospital

style icons!! this ask made me so happy jo, hope you're having fun rocking around the christmas tree ily!!!

[yeolmae-s]

a chanbaek analysis from a veteran exo-l

before anything else there are a few disclaimers i'd like to make:

i am writing this analysis right now because as a non exo stan i'm not into chanbaek that much anymore. of course i like them to some degree since i'm writing this and all but it's nothing in comparison to the way i felt about them two years ago. so i feel like it's easier to keep a less clouded (?) state of mind being where i'm at right now, mentally, in regards to them. i feel like i can look at things more objectively, which is why i decided to write this and share it with you all.

for all the smart asses out there, this is a ship analysis. yes, i’m reading too much into everything. that’s what an analysis is.

all translation credits goes to @/fyeah-chanyeol

i'm a chanyeol stan. this analysis will, most likely, have more information about him in comparison to baekhyun. this is simply because i consumed more content about him since he's my bias (such as magazine interviews, fancams).

i don't stan exo anymore, but it's not because of anything they did. i liked them for a long time and made a lot of different friends because of this fandom, therefore i experienced a lot of hurt, scandals, fights and didn't deal very well with many things, so i decided to leave. this didn't happen because of exo themselves and neither did it happen because of the fandom itself. it happened because of the relationships i had.

that being said, i haven't been following them closely for the past year and a half, but i still keep up with stuff a bit, although not chanbaek related stuff since i gotta dive in kinda deeper for that lmao. so this analysis is mostly in depth for 2012-2018. if anything that you perceive as significant happened after 2018 i'm more than willing to hear your opinions about it.

so, let's get started!!

MAMA ERA

I have always felt like Chanyeol and Baekhyun's relationship was strange. I started shipping them when they debuted and more specifically because of the 130128 ISAC. When I was younger I didn't see a lot to discuss in their ISAC interactions besides it being cute and shippy, but I've started to look at it differently now.

I think everyone knows how ISAC is known for being basically a stage for fanservice. The whole "dating ground for idols" issue aside, judging from the amount of attention they direct towards the fans who manage to attend the event, idols are clearly instructed to perform fanservice. EXO's first ISAC had to be full of it, obviously, and they did give fans a lot to be happy about, content we still get giddy about to this day, and I'm sure they were instructed to act like this to please us. I don't believe that fanservice equals "false interactions": if two individuals are talking, touching each other, they are interacting, even if it is a carefully planned setting made specifically for pleasing fans. They still get reactions out of one another through these interactions, it is still relevant to the way these people's relationship will develop; even though these acts are done with the intent of pleasing a crowd.

Don't get me wrong, though. I don't think the 2013 ISAC fanservice changed anything in Chanbaek's relationship. In fact, I just want to use it as a way to illustrate something I will explain later on.

To be remembered in an industry you must have an image. You won't be getting anywhere without a carefully constructed visual image. Marilyn Monroe is always used as an example of this: she's someone you can easily make a costume of and people will instantly recognize it as her. She's basically a concept by now: blonde hair, red lips and white hair. These aspects take our mind back to her instantly. Of course, most celebrities don't achieve this type of icon status, but it is still important to cling to a specific concept/image of what you want your celebrity self to be perceived as. Without this, you'll be forgotten as soon as your career ends.

When Chanyeol debuted, he clung to the first trait they gave him: being a happy person, a.k.a "happy virus". If you were not an EXO fan back in 2013 then it's likely you're not even aware of this nickname that was given to him, but it's basically just what it sounds like (lol). He was bright, energetic, had a "teeth rich" smile (another nickname that was given to him back then), was able to give 10/10 laughter reactions to MCs and to his members jokes, was always enthusiastic to interact and smile towards fans. He even introduced himself as "happy virus Chanyeol" in interviews (and later on that changed to "EXO's voice Chanyeol" or "EXO's rapper Chanyeol").

I feel like Chanyeol was very much aware of this "must have" that I mentioned, this need to have an image pasted into yourself and have that image be what people will remember you as. We're all complex and multifaceted individuals, but the general public needs something simple to grab on to, something easy to remember. That happy guy from EXO? I know who he is! I'm sure this is the path Chanyeol chose, back when he debuted: to pick a trait given to you by the public and make it a huge part of your image.

However, that image of him didn't last very long. It certainly became tiring to worry so much about how he was being perceived, to carefully construct something so his career would last, specially when his group had so many scandals and went through a sudden burst of popularity that changed their lives completely. By 2017, Chanyeol already had a change of mind in relation to his career, these changes being mostly due to how he felt about music and what he wanted to do with it.

He recognized himself as having always being impatient, which might be the reason why he clung to a specific image so fast right after debuting:

From Fall Magazine in 2017

"At the moment I just want to enjoy myself with the music as it comes, without feeling as though I have to do something. It isn’t a greed from impatience, I could call it more of a greed to do better."

"When I first debuted I thought I was very optimistic, but as time has passed I think a more reserved side of me is showing."

"I think I've grown in many ways. Maybe it’s because it’s as though I perform everyday, but the stage has become comfortable for me. Shall we say I’ve become more calm and composed? [...] I think I’ve become more mature."

He matured. He's still bright and energetic but he's also more reserved. He managed to keep up the fanservice that his fans adore in a way that is more fitting to his actual personality. It still is an image, but an image that's not as exhausting as his previous one, with its strict demands to act in a certain way all the time. I remember specific interview with MCs demanding him to smile (although jokingly, of course) saying things like "Aren't you EXO's happy virus?", so I'm sure he felt pressured.

This is interesting to think about when put side by side with his relationship with Baekhyun. Back when they debuted, Chanyeol and Baekhyun were close friends that clearly felt comfortable with each other, and it isn't surprising to think that Baekhyun would be Chanyeol's first pick when he thought about doing fanservice with someone. Of course, I can't exactly pinpoint their first fanservice moment since I'm not a walking EXO encyclopedia anymore, but I can say with certainty that both of them felt like it worked as soon as they first tried it with the fans, and that's the reason why they kept doing it. Conveniently, they were both good friends, so all was good.

Until well, it wasn't.

At some point, Chanyeol's interactions with Baekhyun seemed too eager for Baekhyun himself. There are various moments where this is visible, such as this one:

Why are you grabbing my wrist out of nowhere young man........

Or...

That one pic where Jongdae, who was in front of them, looked so damn uncomfortable I can't even bring myself to google it

Of course, they had some over the top fanservice that did work out pretty well, such as this one, both of them imitating Jonghyun's and Taemin's Internet War stage, which seems a little scripted now that I look at it properly, with Baekhyun seemingly expecting Chanyeol to do whatever it is that he did on that day. (Can you imagine this: both of them backstage, watching Jonghyun's and Taemin's performance in silence, and one of them just blurts out "We should do that too!". What the fuck was going on)

By the way, if you have never seen the original Internet War performance, you can watch it here.

This is what they were imitating.

Tumblr won’t let me upload the gifs for this moment for some reason, so here and here.

You can't tell me Baekhyun wasn't expecting it already, lol.

Now, know what this moment reminds me of? ISAC. On their Internet War imitation moment, Baekhyun seemed fine, playful, even, agreeing. During ISAC, however, doing basically the same thing again (this time on a lighter way even; since they weren't, you know. Imitating a strong performance such as Internet War.), he appears reluctant. It's a bit painful to watch.

What changed? The ISAC event happened a few months after the SMTOWN concert where they did the Internet War thing, so what made things become so different?

If this has enough likes I’ll make a second part!

[cutegirlmayra]

Here's a prompt idea: Eggmans latest device accidentally turns Amy back into Rosy. But to the Rosy before she met Sonic and the others so she has no memory of her friends and is pretty scared and runs off. So Sonic has to slowly regain her trust and friendship and is reminded why he's glad to have her around as a friend. Just some sweet fluff (eeeeeeeee! I love da fluffy)

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Pajama Blogs Ep.1 - Timestamp 1:01:06 (x)

Prompt:

In the thick of the battle, where Eggman has once again blurred the lines of time and stolen two Chaos Emeralds that have been locked into place by a case of glass on either side of his raygun, the team desperately try to avoid getting zapped into another dimensional self or even a past form.

"Wo-hohoho!" Eggman's infamous laugh triggered the large jumping moment of his stomach before he peered down at what he considered the squabbling, pint-sized forms of his nemeses. He beamed a grin of mischief and looked to the blue streak that had foiled every carefully laid out plan since... well... the dawn of his reign of terror upon this world.

"Not this time..., Sonic!" he reared the gun skyward, showing the effort as it jostled the machine a moment as he had implanted the device onto his Egg-mobile, "This time, I'm going back to before you were ever the hero! Back when you a slobbery, good for nothing, vulnerable little child!"

Sonic looked up to see what he was talking about, the device's nozzle being adjusted like a temperature or safe-lock setting, and being too far away to gauge what the actions meant, he just braced himself and ran forward. "Come on!" he called to his friends, Tails, Knuckles, and-

"Sonic! I'm coming too!" Amy rushed out behind the three, as Knuckles and Tails turned around from flying and gliding in the sky by Sonic to see her.

"W-what? Amy? When did you get here?" Sonic looked over his shoulder, but as he did so, Amy looked up and saw Eggman smirking, finally getting the bulky, heavy gun angled down and flipped two switches that started making the device glow and charge up.

"Look out!" Amy threw her hammer to Sonic, who tossed it to the side with a spinning kick.

"W-what?" He didn't understand before turning to see the beam and skidding to a halt. His eyes were overwhelmed with the bright color of neon red before Amy expertly jumped and twirled through the air in an acrobatic-like maneuver.

Seeing this, Eggman's face dropped from his insane joy to one of disappointment and surprise as she narrowly summoned another hammer and it intercepted the beam.

Lightly tapping the edge of it, the beam suddenly bent and 'flipped a U-ie' and looped itself back to sparking and hitting her hammer. Since her hand was attached, it sparked and moved to consume her frame in seconds within the bright red light, before she fell down to the ground, her silhouette showing her head coming up as she was trying to push off the ground... The hammer fell with a few flops before shrinking in size and turning into a typical Japanese hammer toy for toddlers.

Tails looked up to Eggman who grumbled and moved the gun, looking down off the side of his Egg-Mobile, as though not sure if his device was really going to succeed or not, but curious what it may do.

"Amy's younger than Sonic... if he put a date in that's too far back..." Tails's eyes shook as he felt his body pulse back in shock at that thought... "No..." his eyes arched and he looked down to Amy, flying as fast as his twin-tails could take him. "Ammmyy!!!" he called out.

With Tails's added cry, Sonic's eyes stopped shaking and he blinked back into the reality of the situation. He also ran to her as Knuckles glided down from hovering in the air to be in front of Amy, glaring up at Eggman to keep an eye on him while Tails and Sonic went to Amy's side.

Tails fell by her but as Sonic went to reach out for her, grabbed his reaching arm with both hands, pulling it away, "No, wait, don't-!" he warned, "The ray traveled from her hammer to her body, it's probably still able to. I bet it's transferable with touch, did you see the way it looped back after Amy tipped its line's edge with her hammer?"

Sonic looked to Tails, then Amy, seeing the shadow of her looked as though struggling to rise up, possibly... was she in pain?

"You expect me to do nothing? Tails, I can't just... sit here and watch!" Sonic used his hands to express himself, turning them up to their palms and bouncing them a bit with the gravity of his words reflecting his heart. He looked with arching eyes back to Amy, who slowly began to shrink as her voiced struggles turned more and more higher in pitch... until...

The light blasted off, as though a paper-wrap being torn and blown up and then...

Tails and Sonic peered over the fabric of red, then Eggman continued to lean with a mouth forming a curious, small 'o' before having to grab the other end of his tilting Egg-Mobile just to stabilize himself and not fall over. Due to the size of the raygun attached to its front, the weight balance wasn't good, and as the gun's tip slid with the weight Eggman was leaning on--it almost flipped fully over!

His leg came up to counterweight it, but why am I spending so much time describing this funny scene when I'm clearly breaking up the tension of what happened to Amy Rose?

"Amy..?" As the sparks were gone, Tails finally let go of Sonic's hand.

It was the free then to reach out and lightly grip the edge of the now large dress, and slowly draped it to the side as it gently skimmed over light pink quills.

It was a small ball, almost the size of a melon, before it softly stuck out a long, protruding nose.

Tails's and Sonic's eyes widened, not having seen that since... well, before she hit puberty.

"Is she..?" Sonic began, looking to Tails before the little creature yawned and stuck out a hand, patting the ground and sniffing, before finding the edge of the dress again and grunting in annoyance at someone removing its blanket.

It found it and kept trying to toss the warm, lightweight fabric ontop of itself, again, pulling its long nose and pointed muzzle back into its curled ball and bringing its hand back under as well.

Eggman flew around at all sides, trying to see over and past the two heads but Knuckles kept on him and zipped to every direction he tried to look as well, "Oh, no you don't!"

He was growing irritated, taking the gun and bopping it to spark it to life again, charging. He figured, if it did work, might as well fire on the rest of them!

"We're gonna have to start up a nursery." Orbot was looking through large, exaggerated, almost like a space telescope with a small, looking-glass end for his eyes to peer through binoculars back at Eggman's HQ.

His view showed Tails carefully wrapping the large dress over the small, trying to sleep child and looking to see the hammer. He picked it up and placed it on top of the now wrapped dressed over the curled baby hedgehog and shrugged to Sonic, not sure how he was going to reverse this.

Sonic's anger was now full, he turned with a shaking fist, squinting in his fierce sense of justice up to Eggman who continued to bonk, kick, and jostle the gun to get it up and going before looking down to see Sonic's fury. "Eggman!"

He winced, his mustache drooping at his tone.

He lifted a foot back up to the rim of his Egg-mobile, "It's... grk... jammed!" he suddenly was flung back as the gun went crazy and shot everything in random directions.

The ray hit a flower and turned it into a sapling, a great oak to a sprouting twig, and a Butterfly passing through into a Caterpillar...

"Well, at least I know it works. Oh no!!" His glasses 'tink'ed down slightly as the gun rotated up and then fell as though backwards... facing Eggman.

Orbot screeched through his vocal box, "Doctor!!!!"

After a ray of light, Tails walked up the hill with Eggman carrying the large Egg-Mobile and raygun attached to it on his shoulders and half his back. The two looked back as though waiting for Sonic to drop the young Eggman off at his base for Orbot and Cubot to deal with. Unfortunately, they begged Sonic to help them, and he conceded as he raced back with Cubot and Orbot under his armpits--since they were just a small iron bar for a body anyway--and a toddler Eggman whacking the side of Sonic's face and laughing. He was still bald, but no mustache.

The three headed to Tails's lab, Vanilla and Cream trying to take care of the two with Orbot and Cubot who were like rattles in his grip. "H-Help!" Cream approached, leaving Vanilla to finish clothing Amy in her old attire.

"There!" Vanilla pulled down the iconic, puffy green shirt as the little girl looked it over. "Hmm, ain't that wonderful? Looks like you kept your old clothes, boxed up in a storage part of your closet. It was titled 'Future Family', isn't that sweet? Like hand-me-downs." she cupped her face as though that was so sweet, but when she looked down, Amy was gone. "Oh!" she immediately covered her mouth and started looking around, "Amy? Amy, dear..?"

"Now, Mr... uhh... I guess you're just Eggchild now, huh?" Cream went to pick up Eggman who kicked and squirmed in her grasp. "Momma?" She saw her mother frantically lifting up pillows on the couch, as though she lost something and gently put them down with a sigh.

"Where could she have gotten off to so quickly?"

Back in Tails's workshop, the door creaked open a bit as Amy stumbled in and hid in the scrap metal, not sure who these people were, but listening to them as they spoke.

"Apparently, my theory was false." Tails began, turning to Sonic and Knuckles, who had his arms folded while Sonic's was relaxed by his sides.

He was trying to remain calm, after all, the two little things were in Vanilla and Cream's care. He was resting easy for now, hoping to get this solved soon.

Tails showed the dial on the raygun, pointing to it as he had dislodged it from on Eggman's Egg-Mobile, "These aren't dates or times, they're molecular ages..." he explained, then looked up at Sonic, "In other words, based on whatever stage of life it's set to, anything hit with this thing will turn into that form during that cycle of its life."

"But... then why doesn't Eggman seem to remember anything?" Sonic gestured a hand out.

"Yeah, we asked him, and even then... he's not talking." Knuckles frowned, but Sonic shook his head and put a hand on his shoulder, making him look at him funny.

"Knuckles, Knuckles, Knuckles... he's not old enough to talk yet." Sonic teased, patting his shoulder a second before smirking at him, "However, if his mind was the same, he'd certainly have acted angry, right?"

"Exactly," Tails nodded, as the two turned their attention back to him, but Knuckles growled in annoyance at Sonic's slight belittlement of his statement. "It's still got the Chaos Emeralds, wielders that manipulate time and space attached to it." He turned their sights back to the dial, "Which means..."

"It's taking them back to that time, too. Not just their body." Knuckles finished for him.

As though not expecting his intelligence, Sonic and Tails turned to look at him stunned, and Knuckles looked back at each of them, "What!?" he exclaimed, unfolding his arms to have them gesture angrily out at them, "I'm not stupid! I can connect the dots!"

Amy didn't quite understand what these older kids were saying, but had to find a way out of here.

She looked around and found the garage switch! That should open the door and get her out of here with these weirdos!

Even though... of the weirdos...

She looked to Sonic, her eyes slightly shining.

Was pretty handsome...

"So, that's good news, right?" Sonic spoke up, "If we can just turn that thing in the right way, we should be able to get Amy and Eggman back to their normal ages, right?"

"A simple fix." Tails nodded, "Better than most outcomes, haha!" he then looked to the symbols. "Thing is..."

Knuckles and Sonic leaned in, waiting for Tails to finish as he lowered his head.

"I... can't tell what Eggman's code for figuring out the placement means..."

Sonic put his hands on his hips and leaned forward as Knuckles arched his back and face-palmed himself.

Everyone just kinda sighed or groaned.

"Great! We gotta go through trial and error?!" Knuckles spat out. "How long will that take?"

"And more importantly," Sonic walked up to Tails, standing beside him, "Is it safe?" He angled his head in a tilt back, as Tails shook his head.

"We shouldn't try it on Eggman or Amy just yet. Give me some time, I should have it figured out in a jiffy." Tails responded light-heartedly, still showing it was possible and not too terribly difficult, but Knuckles threw up his fists.

"Time!? How long do you expect us to babysit these-!?" Before he could finish his sentence, Sonic gasped and pointed to tiny fingers reaching for the Garage door's button.

"Look!" he cried out, as the three turned and Amy flinched, jumping into a spin to lightly tap the button and scoot under the rising door. "H-hey!" Sonic dived and reached out for Amy, but she was quick and small, meaning he got trapped by the rising door and had to wait to scoot under it. "Darn," He smiled, finding this kinda fun. "Hey! wait! Don't get hurt!" he called out, which stopped the fleeing Rosy girl, who turned back and put her hands over the other and up by her chest, surprised that... anyone would care about her like that.

Who were these people?

Sonic, crawling out to where his torso was at least through the slit, smiled kindly to her with eyes that showed only care and... even a bit of playfulness.

She narrowed her eyes... that was strange, but she blushed and took off again.

Sonic closed his eyes and let out a chuckle, getting up on his knee as the door slowly... but surely began to rise up enough for him to fully stand. "I'll take care of our little rascal, Tails. You just get that machine decoded." He flung back a thumbs up, and Tails nodded.

"Leave it to me!" he seemed determined.

"H-hey, what, are you saying I have to look after Eggman?!" Knuckles stomped the ground as he stepped back, flabbergasted by what this might entail for him...

Tails just looked to him and laughed, "Vanilla and Cream have Orbot and Cubot to help them out, why don't you go with Sonic? She's a slippery one, he might need all the help he can get!"

"I can handle her on my own," Sonic folded his arms, not even looking to see where Amy had run off too, a bit overconfident. "It's just one hedgehog, and you're forgetting something." he winked, holding up a pointer finger and wiggling it with a shake of his head. "I'm irresistible!"

Knuckles scoffed as Tails placed the raygun down and covered his mouth as he chuckled.

"Yeah, well... how much trouble can a little girl get into, yeah?" Knuckles drooped his arms a little, hunching his back as he walked towards Sonic. "It's better than whatever I'd have to do wiping Eggman's butt!"

"He's not that young." Sonic lowered his eyelids and tilted his head, putting his hands on his hips and then raising an eyebrow, "You... do know the different development stages... right?"

Knuckles flinched, "How am I supposed to know anything about babies!?"

"Toddlers." Tails corrected, "And they can be quite intelligent. They use mimicry to learn and grow. They're always watching." Tails held up a finger, as though instructing Knuckles, "You two be on your best behavior. Who knows, if we change Amy back, she might have picked up a behavior or two from you." He shrugged, making Knuckles wince as Sonic winked secretly to Tails, in on the prank.

"Yeah, Knuckles," He put an arm around him, making him even more uncomfortable, "You'll have to be the outstanding role model for Amy from now on, until Tails figures out the dial settings, anyway." he grinned, totally fooling and freaking out Knuckles, which he was gullible enough to believe.

"Oh, man... I-I-I don't know how to be one of those!" he worriedly admitted out loud.

"Don't you worry, buddy, I'll show you the ropes, no problem!" he gestured out a cocky shrug, "It's easy! Just remember your typical moral code and be sensitive to the child's needs! Nothing to it!" he gave him his signature thumbs up and wink before dashing off, "See ya, Tails! I'm off to find Amy!"

"Don't play too much..." Tails mumbled, but Sonic was already gone. He looked to Knuckles, chuckling as he held a hand over his stomach for a moment with the action. "It's okay, Knuckles. Just... entertain her for a bit until I can figure this out. It shouldn't be too difficult, just like Sonic said, it's all about being on your best behavior." he closed his eyes and shook his finger as though that's all that was required.

Knuckles mimicked the action, holding his own finger up, "Be on your best behavior... got it!" he waddled off, keeping the finger out, "Best behavior... just be on your best behavior..!"

Tails, flying over to make sure Knuckles was gone... suddenly burst out laughing.

Sonic stopped to look behind him and see that Knuckles was a fair distance away, then smirked again, "Heh, now that he's out of the way... Hmm..." he put a hand up over his eyes to block the sun, looking happily over the area to find a speck of pink. "Now... if I was a confused little hedgehog... where would I be hiding..?" he found a patch of long-leaf, bushy plants that were moving near the jungle. "Ah-ha!" he took off as Knuckles called out to him.

"H-hey! Wait for me!!! Ohhh, Soniiiccc!!" Knuckles picked up the pace, "Man, I gotta make a good first impression, don't I? Am I... intimidating? Amy's probably never seen an Echidna before if she's a toddler again, yeah? Oh man... I'm gonna suck at this!" he hurried up the hill to catch Sonic, as he slowed down and started to fake wandering through the brush.

He stuck out a foot and felt the ground out, putting his hands behind his head, "Huh? Now,... where, oh, where could that darling little hedgehog be?" He teased, putting his hands down and by his hips, facing his back to where he could clearly see and hear her moving through the bushes, crawling to try and get away and stay silent.

But she was anything but stealthy. He looked over his shoulder and chuckled, then dramatically began his performance. "Oh shucks, I really thought we could hit it off and be friends, too." He put a hand up to his forehead, speaking loudly. "I guess she doesn't like me... how sad, I think I might... be alone..." he faked a sniff, putting his hand down to his chest, "For the rest of my days... Poor, old Sonic." He shrugged and shook his head out, then smirked and narrowed his eyes behind him when he heard the shuffling stop.

'Got'cha.' he let the smirk reach the corner of his muzzle, 'Your bleeding heart is still too good to pass up someone who you feel is in need. No matter what age you are, you're still a bit of a saint.' he flopped down to be more at her level, but acted as though he was whining and complaining, "Ohhh!!!! What ever will I do!" he lifted his head to call up... then opened an eye to see if she was coming.

Just as planned, a tiny little hand gripped the back of one of his two spikes on his back.

He smiled kindly and looked back to her with great care to not seem threatening, "Well, hello there." he suddenly saw her look up and blush, then take off. "Huh? Hey, wait, where are you going?" He didn't bother to reach for her, just watched her.

"Ah, faking shy, eh?" He gave her a fond look, before Knuckles tumbled down to the ground with a bent and twisted body, looking completely out of his element in his worry of having to re-introduce himself to Amy... as a kid. "You're really banged up about this, aren't you?" Sonic teased, seeing his apparent struggle.

Knuckles got up and rubbed his head, on his hands and knees now, "Shut up..!" he countered, "Besides, what makes you so chill about meeting Amy again at this age? Aren't you a bit concerned she won't like you like she does now? O-or did now, o-or..." As he tried to figure out the tense, Sonic just rolled his eyes up and started crawling on the ground towards where Amy scampered off to. "Hey! Quit leaving me behind!!" Knuckles shouted out as Sonic lifted a foot up and tapped his mouth shut.

"Quiet, will ya? You'll scare her off." Sonic watched as Knuckles blinked, then nodded as Sonic removed his foot, "You really have never talked to a girl before... have you?"

"What's that supposed to mean!?" His anger spiked, but he was shouting in a whisper now, his fist up by Sonic and his teeth now pointed, eyes white in fury, and insulted with an anger mark showing through. "I was alone on an island my entire life! What's your excuse!?"

"I grew up around orphans..." Sonic muttered, looking around casually with his eyes for any sign of movement of where she might be.

"H-huh..? You did?" Knuckles blinked his eyes again, amazed.

"Yeah, you guys." Sonic teased, smiling back at Knuckles. "Tails, Amy... I was always being admired by those younger than me... it made me appreciate people like you and Eggman." he turned with a mischievous look in his face to Knuckles, pulling an eyelid down and sticking his tongue out, "I never had to be anything for you two."

"Why you..." Knuckles twitched an eyebrow in annoyance, but Sonic then lifted up a pointer finger, reminding Knuckles of what Tails had said.

"Just remember, tender love and care." He then grinned a beaming smile as though this was fun for him, and trekked back through the foliage as Knuckles held up his own finger again, repeating.

"Be on your best behavior... Tender love and care... got it... Ah! Hey! You're going off without me again!" he crawled after Sonic... but really, he was just following his lead.

Amy flopped a few long, dangling leafs off of her as she finally made it through the jungle floor's flora and looked up at the giant temples and structures before her.

She had never seen anything so massive and brilliant, tall and imposing... she looked behind her to hear Knuckles bumping into Sonic, and him telling him to 'watch it' and realized that those two strange boys were still after her.

She puffed up a cheek, 'Don't they ever give up!?'

She took off towards the steps of the temple before shying back and growing scared... one wrong move... and she could slip and fall all the way down the steps...

She rubbed her head with both hands, already scared of that possibility before gasping as Knuckles and Sonic came out of the bush.

"Huh? There you are!" Sonic called, very friendly, "Hey, where ya going?"

She immediately shivered, what did these men want with her..?

Sonic saw this... and immediately lost the nature.

He got up, "Hey, we're not here to harm you." he lifted his hands out to show her that it was okay, to not get worked up and calm down.

She scooted away, looking back up the structure and then to Sonic and Knuckles.

Sonic's eyes bent sweetly, "There, see? We can just talk and play, alright? We're not as scary as you may think-"

Knuckles bulldozed out and knocked Sonic down, the two tumbling as Sonic flailed a bit in the tangled wrestle of sorts, Knuckles having vines all over him.

"Ahhh!! It's a snake, get it off of me!" it clearly wasn't...

Amy was freaked out and all of Sonic's 'calming' energy escaped her and was pointless as she started the climb up the temple.

"Oh no!" Sonic pushed Knuckles off of him as he kept 'fighting' the vines he thought were snakes. "Amy!" he called out.

She paused... looking back at him, she wondered how he knew her name.

He raced over to her and held out his arms, "Amy, jump down, you'll get hurt!" he reached out further, showing how sincere he was. "Amy..." His eyes carried a look as though he wanted to protect her...

Her own eyes sparkled and shook... someone... someone truly wanted to be there for her?

Her hand moved a little off the next step she was going to climb, as though to trust that Sonic would catch her, but then...

"Got it! Haha! Take that, snakes!" Knuckles flopped the snakes off of him and then looked to see her on the temple steps, "GAHH!!! My ancestorial shrines!!!" He gripped his hands to his cheeks, then ran over and held up a fist, looking stern and fierce in his face as his brow was sharp and angled down. "Get off of there, you're far too small to be climbing that!" he shouted, as Sonic scolded him immediately and narrowed his eyes to him.

"Knuckles!"

"What!? .... ohhh..." Knuckles lowered his fist and loosened the features on his countenance. "Eh-heh... too much?" Some awkward sweat at knowing he had made a mistake dripped down the side of his face as Amy kept climbing. "Gahhh!!! She's gonna fall!" Knuckles worried, before jumping up and hitting his spikes on his fists to the temple's wall, hurriedly climbing up that way, "Ura-ura-urah!" he was like a red stream train that terrified her.

"Knuckles, stop it! You're scaring her!" he was making it worse, so Sonic scaled up the temple after him, running along side where he was drilling his fist in to keep scaling the large structure, "What happened to 'best behavior' and 'tender love and care'?" Sonic quipped back, but Knuckles just tsk'ed.

"You think your way is working any good? Pfft! She hasn't come to you yet, either!"

Sonic frowned, tilting his head as though he had something to prove now.

"Fine." He dashed up in front of Knuckles to stop him from climbing as ancient dust sprayed onto his face, making him cough and stop fully in his tracks.

"Hey!" he hacked, "Grr... what was that all about?" He didn't seem to understand... Sonic's gentleness towards the situation.

Amy kept climbing, her whole body having to pull itself up over each step before she looked down and panicked, seeing how high she had already gotten and the cold chill of the atmosphere that made her flinch back and cling to the stony, yet smoothened over through time steps.

She closed her eyes... and then... a hand reached out to her.

"Amy..?"

She blinked her eyes opened and looked up, amazed to see Sonic had made it to the steps above her and was reaching down, that same care in his eyes...

'This handsome boy... what does he want with little old me?'

"It's gonna be okay, Amy." Sonic's voice seemed to raise the rising heat on her cheeks. "You're gonna be alright, just hang on. Take my hand, I know it's scary, but you don't have to go back down alone. I'm here now, and I won't let you go. I promise."

His words... the expression on his face...

Every bit of her wanted to trust him.

Her mouth opened and then closed, her head turned away and her eyes shut as well. "I..." she could barely speak in her fear, "I can't."

His eyes blinked and lightened up a bit in curiosity, "Why not, Amy?" He was still being supportive, just wanting understanding.

"You..." she shivered... was she still afraid of him?

"You'll fall, too."

It was moments like these that melted away whatever cool guy attitude or ego Sonic thought he had. His eyes bent in absolute consideration for her... even in her own fears, she always thought of others and was more worried about pulling him down with her than her own safety.

"That's what I've always admired the most about you, Amy." He beamed a smile that when she looked to it, was like the very sun on top of the ancient ruins... like a sun god.

"Even in such a tiny body... your heart is as huge as can be."

With that, she went to take his hand... but then there was a tremor.

"W-woah-woah!" Sonic held on as only a foot and a hand was now on the steps above her, and her little body was being tossed about a bit, desperately trying to hold on. "Knuckles!" Sonic cried out, as Knuckles was charging from below, finally grabbing her ankle.

"Got her!" Knuckles grinned and snickered somewhat, "Hehehe, now you can't get away. You grab her from above and we'll glide down, Sonic!" He shouted out, making Amy flinch as she started hitting his head down.

"No, no, no!" she cried out, tears on the corners of her eyes, "Bad man, bad man!"

"B-bad man!?" Knuckles, getting repeatedly stomped on, looked confused, "We're trying to save you!"

"She means you, Knuckles!" Sonic gritted his teeth, "You have no tact, man!"

"Screw that! What does a tack have to do with this!?" He didn't seem to understand the term...

Sonic shook his head, then allowed himself to fall a bit down before catching himself again, kicking Knuckles with Amy as she watched a protective and caring arm go around her waist. "Get off, you brute! You're horrible with kids!"

"Brute!?" Knuckles was suddenly kicked down and fell, "AHH!!!!" he glided and looped around to another part of the wall. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?!?"

"Tsk, some heroic first impression, huh?" Sonic sarcastically stated,... as Amy's eyes began to fall in love with this strange blue hedgehog...

He helped her kick the bad man down...

He held her but wasn't trying to rip her off the stony mountain building...

"Who..." she softly let out, her little, high-pitched voice so cute as Sonic looked to her.

"Hmm?" he waited, still and comforting, for her to finish her question.

"Who are you, mister?" Her sweetness also came with some bitter aftertaste to him... as his eyes bent... wishing she knew all the history they had together...

His mind wandered to dates where he would carry her shopping list, and how she would spin around and give a cheery open-smile to him... "My hero!" she would chime out.

His eyes danced in those memories... barely remembering her as Rosy the Rascal, but mostly... as Amy Rose.

He smiled and closed his eyes, 'heh'ing as he then opened one and gave her a charming smile. "I'm Sonic!" he put a bit of gusto into it, "I'm Sonic The Hedgehog!"

"Hold her still!" Tails's voice suddenly flew into earshot as Sonic broke out of his dynamic introduction and looked down to see Tails flying up in a spiral. "Herrrree I goooo~" he lugged the heavy raygun up all the way and then fired it towards Amy.

The next day, Amy was knitting something on her porch, tapping her toes against the wooden porch before sighing and looking to the sky...

"...I was always on my own, then... longing for someone sweep me off my feet... I had no idea... that what I really needed was..." She paused when her hair flew to the side and she covered some of her face from the wind, then smiled as Sonic had raced by.

Her smile rose and she giggled, leaning forward and getting up off the step to grip a beam and lean her head lovingly into it.

"Was someone to believe in me... And support my adventures... no matter what."

And she was happy.