#such a damn charm. i love Cosmo so much

[lady-grace-pens]

I watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s for the first time this morning and I can’t stop thinking about how much I hated it. I can’t figure out why. But I also watched the first part of Barry Lyndon and I’m really into it so there’s that too

Rant in tags because I have thoughts and opinions

[telvess]

Record of Ragnarok Hades (headcanons?) 🔞

Partly headcanons, partly Hades x Minte, because I didn’t have anything original to say about Persephone trope.

warning: mature

Okay, Hades is lonely. He has his duties, he’s King of the Netherworld after all and I think he doesn’t even realize it himself how much he needs someone’s attention. Most of his free time he spends with damn parrot… and besides it his other social interaction are with servants or demons. Due to some deadly circumstance, Adamas had to move to Hades’s realm, but he seems to be too proud to live in his brother’s palace, so he probably has his own piece of territory where he rules over… something. That’s why I don’t believe they speak often, probably on occasions. Still that makes him the most presence in Hades’s life. Poseidon isn’t chief god, which mean he cannot freely roam after Bifrost incident and Zeus is busy being the God Father of Cosmos. Hades is wealthy, tall, handsome man, respected by basically everyone, so it’s no wonder that women are all over him the moment he appears in Valhalla. I see him as very resistant to their charms, but he still remains polite in refusing. Once in a while he may find interest in some lady, but it’s nothing more than a fling. He makes it perfectly clear for her that he doesn’t look for serious commitment. I don’t see him being fussy, he can find any woman pretty and as long as she knows a little, he would be content. The biggest turn off for him is being foolish or too self-absorbed, which usually goes hand to hand with grandiosity. On the other hand, he might get caught off guard with some good smile, he secretly has a weakness for them. Same goes with loud laugh, he likes when a woman loosen up a bit and behaves more naturally in his presence. I can see how he takes his responsibilities very seriously. When some other small deities ask for help with demons, he has no resistance in joining his soldiers and leads them into battle. That’s how he meets his potential love interest. She might be some lost nymph (of mint) who was drawn into the fight. When Hades tries to help, she act like Megara from Herkules (1997): I'm a damsel. I'm in distress. I can handle this. Have a nice day - so he stands there, almost disarmed by her nonchalance as she narrowly escapes death for the fifth time. Once the fight is over, his curiosity takes over and he wants to get to know her better. If the demons just destroyed her home, he doesn’t mind to offer her accommodation in his palace, which only an idiot would deny. Hades definitely isn’t the type of man who falls in love at first sight. But he seems to enjoy thrill - troublesome people naturally attract him, so he can easily find a common ground with them. When they arrive to the palace, Hades would treat her almost as an old friend he didn’t see in ages. It’s easy for him to break the ice but much harder to open up. Hades would give her a tour and answer all the question about the palace. If she doesn’t mind, he invites her to eat together or proposes chess match. He can even teaches her how to play. At first they would talk about anything in particular. After some time there’d be questions: about Hades’s brothers or how he became King of the Underworld, how nymph ended up on her own, what’s their origin etc. Then it would come time for a light-hearted banters and jokes, and suddenly something change even if they didn’t cross any big line. One day Hades would simply realize that he seeks for nymph’s attention. He likes her voice, he likes her minty smell, he likes her melodious laugh. He goes to her when he’s agitated because her presence calms him down; he’d simply sit beside and listen to her voice. All these signs are enough for him to understand situation and once he realizes that, feelings escalates very quickly to the point that may surprise both of them.

When the wind blew very hard, large drops of rain began to fall from the grey clouds. Someone not familiar with Helheim would misread it as a bad morning, but that was very regular beginning of the day in that realm. Despise weather Hades was heading to the garden. The one of the very few place in Helheim where flowers and fruits grew. Almost constant lack of sunlight was quite a challenge after all. — You’ll get soaked completely — Hades said with smirk. The nymph turned to face him. Her rosy cheeks and nose were such a contrast on usually very pale skin of hers. Hades couldn’t deny that the hairs that clung to her forehead gave her a charm. — That’s fine by me — she answered — I like rain. Hades came closer, way closer that nymph expected, but she didn’t step back. She observed how his eyes moved to her lips, watched them for awhile and then made all the way back to her eyes, looking for silent consent. The air around them changed, became heavier. Time stopped. Then Hades slowly raised his hand to her face and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Nymph could breath again. He smiled as he lend a hand that she accepted. — Shall we? — Hades asked. He led them inside.

Hades doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable by rushing things. He isn’t blind so when he starts courting, he’s sure that she returns his feelings. They play their little games: try to flirt a bit and then pretend to be innocent. It brings them joy and good laugh, that’s their way to strengthen bonds. Their first cross-the-line moment would happen out of blue.

The carriage left the inn and moved at a steady pace back to the castle. Hades sit arm to arm with Minte. Leaning over, she watched at the landscapes. Seemed bored to Hades. As he checked the view from his side, his hand reached her knee, just below the hem of her dress. Much to his own satisfaction, skin to skin contact caused a surprised gasp. Hades didn’t react to that and continue to caressed nymph with his fingers as if nothing happened. He was slowly moving up. The feeling of her soft, warm skin started awaking something inside his belly and below. — Fine — Hades heard her angry voice — You won. Before she finished sentence, her hand reached his cheek and forced him to look at her. Without hesitation, nymph’s lips closed gap between them and moment later Hades tasted something he had longed for a very long time. It wasn’t gentle at all. The kiss was quintessence of desire, hunger and passion. Hades tasted her tongue and listen her muffled moans, the heat that awoke in his body was almost uncomfortable. He felt her curious fingers on his chest, looking for a way to get under clothes. Hades was bemused by mint scent and all he could think of was her on him right now. As time passed, he realized that his hands were roaming freely over her body, playing with hairs, caressed every inch of naked skin he could find. Knowing what was coming excited him. Only if sudden stop of carriage didn’t bring them both back to their senses…

Once they take the relationship to the level of intimacy, Hades crave it daily. He wants to experience this newfound physical world that he has never shared with anyone like this before. Hades is so into praising. He is original, does not repeat old patterns, although he has a soft spot for the word ‚magnificent’. What’s interesting - he’s not used to being praised (do not confuse with ass kissing), so he may be surprised when he hears a few nice words in bed for the first time. Hades prefers slow love-making over quickies. He likes to take his time, enjoys a moment and completely relaxes in his lover’s arms. I don’t see him as a fan of morning sex either, he likes to make a whole ritual out of it. A whole day of desire, a nice dinner, maybe a walk or a bath together. He really adores massages as a foreplay. He doesn’t have one favourite position. As long as is not something too demanding, he would go with it. In his opinion sex should be pleasant, not a challenge. Doesn’t mind at all being small spoon or gives up the initiative, just not all the time. Hades is sweet lover but he has a bit firm side - it’s properly balanced. After session he wants to cuddle and talk about anything in particular until they both fell asleep.

[kz-i-co]

Don’t Fall In Love: Part 3

Summary: You are one of the most popular bloggers on your campus, telling enriching stories of your personal heartbreaks anonymously. But your readers are not ready to handle the newest heartbreak of finding out your best friend dating your ex.

Paring: Lee Haechan (Donghyuk) x f!reader

Genre: college au | angst x smut

Warning: story may contain strong language, mentions of drugs and alcohol - sexual references - reader discretion advise.

Words: 3.8k

A/N: I'm sorry this one is much shorter, I didn't realize; but I'm already working on the next part and can't wait to write more of it:)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5

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Taglist: @lovingvoidgoatee, @lunaryoongie, @matchahyuck, @yixingtion, @mosviqu, @ohmyhuenings, @nctzennikki09, @rosiejunnie, @roxyvogue, @5seos, @aaphroditeprjde​, @fullsunkist​

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #53 The nerve he had to bring him into this. Do you hate me that bad? You really want my shatter pieces to turn into dust huh? Okay so maybe I never pictured D becoming my friend - that is a given but as an enemy? Wouldn't even dream of it. The last few days he has been back has been nothing but hell. But now you want to bring back J, just to mess with me - now this is war. You want to play this game.... :::

"Umm Jaemin? You're friends with Haechan?" By this point, you were surprised Minjeong hasn't caught on herself - if this keeps up, maybe you don't need to tell her.

"Yeah." He shrugged not thinking anything of it.

You wanted to slap the proud smirk Donghyuck was currently wearing off his sorry face. He knew this would hurt you. You're not gonna let this get to you - if anything - play his little game and see who the real winner is.

"(Y/N)......I had no idea-"

"What's wrong Min, let's get our table before this place fills up." You said with confidence and you turned before you could even see the boys reaction.

You felt better already.

You scooted into a secluded booth and began to look at the menu. "Um me and Haechan are going to get us some drinks." Minjeong dragged him along quickly as Jaemin scooted next to you looking at his phone.

"So what brings you here? Does he have some twisted revenge against me or wants to make me feel like shit."

Jaemin looked up at you with that damn charming smile you remember. "He just told me that you badly need to get laid and you're really desperate."

That asshole.

You sighed trying to hold in your anger. "But why you? You don't do relationships, remember?" You snipped.

"But I'm always down, if you ever want to just hook up, especially if you're desperate."

"I'm not that desperate." You snapped.

"You seem desperate." He shrugged.

"You know what-"

"(Y/N), I got you a cosmo." She looked at you like you were about to break.

"Thank you." You smiled. "Hopefully it's strong enough." You started sipping immediately.

Donghyuck was enjoying every bit of this situation and you knew you were gonna make him pay - if it's the last thing you do.

"Dance anyone?" You suggested after the waitress took your order and everyone stared not budging.

"We need to wait for our food." Minjeong shrugged.

"Suit yourselves." You got up making your way over to the dance floor, letting loose like you wanted the past few hard days. Dance like no one was watching.

"She's been having a tough time lately." Minjeong excuses you as Donghyuck shook his head flabbergasted at your actions.

He remembered back when you both started dating of how shy you were and it was him that broke you out of your shell and now here you were acting out of character just to get a rise out of him.

"I guess we're dancing." Jaemin got up and joined you to your surprise.

The you from yesterday would of pushed him away or even thrown a shoe at him since that's what he deserved but you were here to make a stance and you could care less - your target was Donghyuck and you wanted him to know that you were done playing his games.

Jaemin held your hips tightly as you started grinding up against him, getting lost in the music. You could feel Donghyuck's eyes across the room, eating out the palm of your hand.

You wanted to give him a night to remember. A remembrance of the girl he lost, the girl he so happened to cheat on. You wanted him to regret breaking your heart.

Maybe it worked or maybe it didn't but it definitely caused attention the second he dragged Minjeong to the dance floor. Minjeong wasn't as great of a dancer as you since she still lacked some confidence but you were glad she was having fun at least.

The night turned into something much more exciting then you originally thought, you even found yourself having fun with Jaemin to your surprise or that could be the drinks talking but the looks you were getting from Donghyuck alone was definitely worthy of talking about to your blog first thing tomorrow. But the only problem was he was still so damn hard to read. You couldn't tell if he was upset due to his plan failing from your non-miserable state or just pure jealousy from clinging onto his best friend.

Your next attempt to push him over the edge was enough to stir something up inside him sending him back to the bar and leaving a drunk Minjeong to keep dancing to herself on the dance floor not even fazed. But once your lips touched Jaemin's in a sweet tender kiss, things soon got messier that it took you a bit to pull away and snap back to reality.

"My offer still stands." He said once pulled away.

"Not a chance." You spoke smoothly before making your way to the bar, sitting right next to Donghyuck.

"I'll take a gin and tonic." You spoke before turning your head to him sipping on some alcoholic drink.

"I couldn't help but notice you seem a little pissed off." You smirked to yourself taking your first sip of probably your last drink tonight. "I mean, I'm having a great time." You were definitely not drunk enough for this night to continue.

"Why would I be pissed off?" He turned towards you putting his drink down.

"I don't know....you tell me."

"Pff, you're hysterical." He was definitely pissed as he turned back to his drink.

"What?"

"You're crying over Jaemin and now you're sucking him off like some-"

"Pssh, I knew it." You shook your head making him finally glance at you. "You invited him to cause me pain for some sick revenge you have against me and you know what.....I'm not letting you two hurt me anymore. I've learned to stop letting you control my life."

"That seems hard to believe when you're purposely trying to make me jealous." He arched his eyebrows, taking another sip.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You shrugged. "Why would I care about making you jealous."

"I don't know.....you tell me." He reused your words.

"Okay fine.....maybe I was trying to make you jealous." You shrugged not caring anymore. "It's clearly working."

He rolled his eyes. "It's not working, I don't give a shit if you're all over him." He continued. "It actually makes me sad because I know that's not you out there."

"You don't know me anymore." It was your turn to sip your drink.

"You're right I don't........I remember you used to be all cute and shy.....too embarrassed to even dance with me and now you're out there acting like a slut." That hit you hard. "You're better than that."

"Am I though? I'm just your crazy ex that slept with all your friends right?" You teared up. "I guess that makes me a slut, might as well act like it."

He wasn't expecting that answer. "You're not a slut."

You turned towards him.

"I said you're acting like one, that doesn't mean I think you're one.....that's your problem (Y/N), you take everything out of proportion."

"Why are we still talking about me? You're the asshole for bringing him." You turned and saw Minjeong and Jaemin dancing playfully.

"You're right.....I wanted you to be upset."

"After everything we went through, I can't believe you would do this." You got up from your stool and began moving away from him.

"(Y/N) wait." He followed you after throwing some money on the bar.

"Take us home please." You spoke before he grabbed your wrist making you turn around.

"You don't get to be pissed at me." You looked up at him. "Or do you want me to remind you everything you have done to me since we've broke up."

You sighed. "Last night all I did was help you and you still selfishly criticized me."

"Everything okay?" Minjeong asked but it was clear she was way passed your average drunk.

"Everything is great, I yelled at your boyfriend for paying the bill."

"Really?" She smiled.

"Yes, but we're leaving now, okay let's go." You guided her out as you wanted out of this place immediately.

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #53 Well, I was right......but that doesn't make it feel better. Actually I feel more like shit. Maybe we're just bad to be around each other. He's using me and I'm using him. Or more so he's torturing me as I'm torturing him. There is no closure in our relationship, there never was. So what should I do, pretend like it never happened or confront him and just get the bullshit out of the way. I guess I'll see what happens next.... Xoxo peace :::

Minjeong was passed out the second she hit her bed, these passed few days is the most you've ever seen her drink and it's probably your fault.

"She's asleep." Donghyuck was much more reserved by this point.

You nodded grabbing your glass of water as he came into the kitchen, leaning on the opposite counter from you. "Taking my advice I see."

"I didn't even drink that much tonight. I'm just thirsty." You shrugged as he rolled his eyes. "Or maybe you do give the best advices."

"Wow a compliment." He smirked slightly.

"Well, I've been thinking about what you said.....you're right - I have been unfair and I'm sorry. Thank you for taking care of me even though I don't deserve it."

"Of course you deserve it.....you just.....you need to learn to keep your mouth shut every once in a while." He softly smiled and you only returned one as a subtle response.

"We need to tell her." He continued.

"Tell her what?" You were dumbfounded.

"You know what." He gave you a hard look. "She's gonna start suspecting something, especially if she remembers tonight."

"She won't remember, she's not a drinker." He arched his eyebrows. "But yes I agree, I'm just not ready yet. She's gonna be upset."

"She's gonna be more upset the longer we keep it from her."

"Well, breaking up with her is still an option."

"You would want that wouldn't you?" He shook his head. "Just so you won't be called out for your lies."

"I admit I lied and I wish I can take it back but don't try to pin this on me - you're the one who went after my best friend and you're the one that cheated."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm done trying to prove my innocence - I told you what happened more than enough times."

"I remember like it was yesterday. You let her put your hands on you, you let her take your pants off-"

"You want to know what happened....here." He pinned you back towards the counter and grabbed your hands and placed them near his belt buckle.

You couldn't help but feel your heart beating faster. "Her dress got caught on my belt buckle." He sighed. "Right here."

"That's it." He confirmed.

"No, I saw you-"

"That's because when she yanked away from me, my buckle snapped off. It's just that simple (Y/N)."

"It's just that simple and you choose not to believe it."

"Well, why was she close enough in the first place?" You looked up at him and he looked away for a second.

"See, I know better." You tried to push him away.

"Okay fine, you were right.....she made a move on me, is that what you want to hear......But that doesn't mean I touched her, kissed her, or slept with her, or whatever you want to call it. - I pushed her away and you choose to not to believe me."

You looked down avoiding his stare.

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #54 The sad thing is, the more I think about my breakup with D, the more I feel like maybe I did make a mistake. Because what he told me now and than felt completely different but maybe with time I grew to accept it. I was suppose to trust him. Maybe I should have trusted him. But what I saw and what I thought felt too real in the moment and it broke me - I never wanted to see his face again - but was it fair? :::

You felt your eyes water for the second time that night and now you were really at war with yourself. You didn't even know what else to say except - "I'm sorry for not believing you."

You looked up at him and he almost looked defeated - like he was expecting you to fight harder and longer but you just gave in.....just like that.

"You're sorry?" He whispered still astonished by your reaction as you simply nodded.

Maybe he was broken over this breakup as much you, because you never pictured him cracking down so easily because once he leaned in there was no more going back. You created this mess and now you had to live with the consequences.

Consequences to state the fact that you remembered your hands were still resting on his belt buckle as your proximity was dangerously close. You never wanted him more than this very moment. Almost like you two never broke up.

You weren't making it clear for any of you and once you found yourself meeting in the middle, you knew this was gonna ruin things for many many reasons. You were sure he was gonna immediately pull away from your accidentally act of desperation but his lips were brushing yours in return just as desperate and you were quick to responde, feeling every inch of him. You almost forgot the way he kissed you, so needy, so rushed - like it would be your last and you honestly thought it would be.

He traveled his hands down your legs causing you to hop up sitting on the kitchen counter making him rest comfortably between them as they wrapped around his waist. 5 months....5 months since you felt him in this way. You couldn't express how much you missed this - how much you wanted this.

This couldn't be good where this was leading - nor did you know how to stop it. You couldn't help gyrating your hips along with his in more acts of desperation that you both needed from each other. You gasped for air, sending him off to kiss down your jaw and onto your neck, marking in the process, making this go deeper than it already was.

You needed more but you knew you were gonna regret this later. The moment you quickly tore his belt off, this wasn't going to end anytime soon. And the worst part - you didn't care - you didn't care how much you were hurting your best friend at this very moment. You felt as though you were hurting worse and he was yours first and you selfishly kept telling yourself that over and over again.

You reached in rubbing the outside of his briefs as his lips traveled down father towards your chest. He softly moaned causing butterflies in your stomach to erupt. He leaned back up kissing you once again and moving his fingers inside your dress tugging down your lacy panties, until they hit the floor.

This was really happening.

You tugged on his briefs more pulling him out in the process. He was already hard for you letting you stroke your hand up and down, feeling every inch of him. He pulled away watching you with a quiet exchanged like he knew what you were thinking and the same with him. Like he was waiting for you to put a stop to this but you couldn't - you wanted him.

He tugged your dress up, traveling his fingers up your thigh reaching your already soaked area. He took one last glance before leaning down bringing his lips back to your already swollen lips. You were trying hard not to moan as he slid two fingers inside, giving you chills feeling his ring stretch you more. You cried against his lips making him smile in return.

This was wrong - you kept saying. Also the fact that not only did you falsely accuse Donghyuck from being a cheater but now you were actually making him one.

He pulled away and the only exchange was your heavy breathing as you both continued touching each other. You were growing impatient by this point and his fingers weren't enough to satisfy you - you wanted all of him and the moment you pulled him closer to your needy opening, there was no turning back. A sin was being made and you knew you would never be forgiven and if you thought telling Minjeong the truth was hard enough now, this was even worse.

"Fuck." You couldn't hold back no more as you tried to adjust to his member.

"You need to be quiet." He whispered next to your ear as he kissed down your neck once again.

You held on to the edge of the countertop as your other hand wrapped around his shoulders pulling you up to bounce off of him desperately. It was getting more intense by the second and you both had to contain your tone as you were only a wall away from giving everything away.

This shouldn't be happening....

You could say you've done it in risky situations before but this definitely took the whole cake. What if either Jimin or Minjeong came out to get a drink. You needed to put an end to this.....but you couldn't.

"Fuck I missed you." You whined, still out of breath.

"I knew that from the beginning. You reeked of jealousy." He teased.

"I was very jealous. I hated seeing you with her." You moaned more feeling him deeper and deeper. "Would you fuck her as good as this?"

"You're the only one I would fuck like this." He kissed up your jaw line again. "I love seeing you so desperate."

"So trying to hook me up with Jaemin was a lie."

"I never wanted you to hook up with Jaemin, but I knew it would push you over the edge."

"You're lucky you were right for once because I wanted him to make you jealous so bad."

"We both know that would work." You smirked at his answer and he pulled out and you slid off the counter turning around leaning on the cold surface in front of you. He didn't hesitate filling you up once again causing you to moan more from the new position.

You didn't even know if either of you were telling the truth or just your desperate hormones taking control. Donghyuck always knew how to sweet talk you during foreplay. He liked to tell you what you wanted to hear and in this case, you just hoped he was being sincere. You couldn't handle another heart break.

You leaned back placing your hands on the edge of the counter once again as he held your hips in place. You felt like you were going to unravel any second by the way he would move against you in a rapid motion but quickly stop and hit you with a slow gyrating motion smoothly. It was addicting, you never wanted it to end.

"Donghyuck." You whined as he took you a step further wrapping a hand around your front, moving in a circular motion. He was driving you closer and closer to the edge.

The fact that he was driving you crazy when you knew he could do worse was still surprising you by the minute. He was holding back.

"You about to cum?" He held you up so your back was in line with his chest. He kissed down your neck for the hundredth time tonight, pushing deeper inside you.

"Ah huh." You nodded and you can feel him smirk against your skin. He loved seeing you so weak against him.

"Can you wait for me?" He said, his voice causing you to snap any moment.

"Fuck....I can't." You moaned louder.

"Shhh, you're gonna wake everyone up."

"Then please hurry." You begged.

He leaned his head on your shoulder as his motions became slower and sloppier, waiting desperately for you to come undone together.

You felt him spill and immediately covered your mouth as he knew you were gonna moan letting go and that's exactly what you did. You had no self control when it came to your vocal cords.

He rocked against you slowly as you both came down from your high and you knew the moment he pulled out and buttoned his pants back up - the regrets would come back flooding in. You fixed your dress and picked up your panties as silence over came you.

"Donghyuck....I- I'm really sorry." He looked down avoiding your eyes. "I never wanted this to be such a mess."

He looked back up at you softly. "I know."

"But we can't keep doing this to Minjeong, she needs to know the truth." He continued and you just nodded trying to keep it together.

"I know." You said softly.

"I'm gonna go." You could tell he was bothered by this whole situation - maybe not with you but with himself.

"Y-yeah." Your voice was weak. You didn't want him to leave, not like this. There was so much more that needed to be said. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Goodnight (Y/N)." He leaned forwards kissing your forehead sweetly.

You couldn't help but feel like it was a final goodbye. You definitely made matters worse and you didn't know what to do about it. Everything was a mess - you were a mess and he was perfect and you should have never let him go in the first place.

::: LoveAboveMyPinkClouds: blog post #54 Okay so maybe my plan worked but I didn't feel good about it. D tried to hurt me by bringing J back in this game and I was the one that won by making him jealous. A pissed off, jealous D was hot and I never wanted him more than ever - it was sickening. But that doesn't mean I should have acted on it. Yes, you heard that correctly. Here it comes..... I might lose most of my followers by this point but you were right - you deserve to know. A horrible breakup was nothing more than a stupid misunderstanding - a stupid wardrobe malfunction that caused such chaos and despair. But the worst thing was - I should have trusted my boyfriend. Yikes - over dramatic I know. But what would you do? You believe what you see. And at this point - my eyes treated me like shit. I hope you guys like cliff hangers because what I did tonight was unforgivable - I was weak and desperate and the truth hit me like a train. I'm not asking for forgiveness - I don't deserve it. I don't deserve my best friend. I slept with her boyfriend. Yes that is correct. I slept with D and I'm still in love with him. What should I do now? Xoxo peace :::

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[kkaisarion]

who could call my name

there was one of those tumblr prompt lists going around, and one of the prompts was "nicknames turning into pet names"—and @papaslittlesunshine and i decided to write a dual POV swissdew fic for it.

because when swiss first gets summoned, of course he immediately annoys dew by calling him a silly nickname. but when dew finally gets him to stop, it turns out that dew...misses it?

dew's POV by sunny and swiss' POV by me

read on AO3 (with nicer formatting) or in the thread below

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chapter 1: dew

When ghouls are summoned, there’s usually a settling in period. They arrive from the pit and are confused and orienting themselves to their earthly vessels, learning to glamour themselves and adjust to the ways of things topside. They’ve all been through it, some easier than others.

Aether, Mountain and Dew arrived in various states of chaos. Aether in a swirl of the cosmos, all stars and purple mist, rather lovely, actually. His large form clawing from the edge. Mountain followed, a giant of a ghoul, trembling on legs as he stood, rising to his full height, towering above the rest. Shaky but intimidating nonetheless. Dew arrived with a splash, the water following him up to the surface and soaking everyone in a close radius of the summoning circle. He took the longest to get used to legs and breathing. He was always cold. And small, compared to the others - he was half their size. It was impossible not to notice.

He was always sensitive about it. Compensated in the usual ways, big bark, bigger bite. Oh, and he did actually bite. Hard. The others had learned not to underestimate him. They respected his speed and his agility, his wit and his beautiful looks. Dewdrop was gorgeous, high cheekbones, sharp jawline, long flowing silver hair, big blue eyes, pearly white horns, and a long, lean body that drew everyone in like the siren he was.

When Swiss was summoned, Dew had changed, he was now made of fire, and his silver hair now blonde. His skin warm and golden, the heat running in his veins making him appear to radiate a warm glow. He was still small, but now he had teeth and fire. And wasn’t afraid to use either.

Swiss broke all the expectation right out of the pit. He was a rare multi-ghoul and wasn’t even supposed to be here. He had crawled his way up when the air ghoulettes were summoned, fought his way to the surface and charmed everyone immediately, with his big toothy grin and smooth approach.

Everyone but Dew. As he went around the room making introductions, when Swiss’s eyes landed on Dew, he nodded downward and greeted him with a brash “What's up, shorty?”

The sound as the air left the room, sucked in by the collective gasp from the other ghouls, was deafening. They all braced for impact, or incineration of the new multi ghoul. Dew’s eyes flashed flames, as he snapped his teeth at Swiss, “The name is Dewdrop. You’d do well to remember that.” He snarled before turning on his heel and slamming out of the summoning chamber.

Swiss’s bravado doesn’t fade, but he switches up the method with Dew, and lands on a new nickname that has Dew seething. His teeth grit and a growl at the ready every time Swiss uses it. Which is pretty much every time he sees Dew. 

“What’s up, Foxfire?” Swiss grins as he enters the common room.

“Why do you insist on calling me that??” Dew snaps.

“Because you’re fire… and foxy…get it?” Swiss winks at Dew as he groans.

“That’s stupid. Quit calling me that.” He snarls back.

Swiss shrugs; but the sparkle in his eye softens and he simply says “as you wish.”

-------------------------

Over the next few days, weeks, Dew notices that Swiss has special names for everyone. Rain is “Water Lily”, Aether is “Cosmos”, and so on, but he never calls Dew anything but Dew.

And damn if it doesn’t bother him. They’d gotten much closer, but Swiss has a pet name for everyone but him, because he told him to quit. 

And he did. 

Now Dew feels left out, misses that connection, misses having that special connection to him, misses being his Foxfire. 

One night, while Dew and Swiss were tangled in Swiss’s bed, limbs intertwined, coming down from their exertion, Swiss presses a kiss to Dew’s horn and whispers, “I’ve got you, Foxfire.”

The pleased trill that escapes has him clapping a hand over his mouth so fast, like maybe Swiss didn’t hear it. But Swiss’s arms just tighten around him… holding him close, pressed to his chest. 

“Would you like me to call you Foxfire again?” Swiss asks softly.

Dew whines, low, afraid to answer.

“Well, how about I call you Foxfire when we’re alone? So it’s just for me. For us.?”

And darn if that doesn’t make Dew feel hot all over, like Swiss can’t see his blush, can’t feel him heat up and his heart race a little. 

“Ok. Just for us.” Dew whispers, a soft purr  kicking in as Swiss grins.

“Anything for you, Foxfire” he says, kissing Dew deeply as he holds him close.

[lcs-library]

Request from @starnightsthings: Can I request a romantic Banri x reader confession and possibly a first date?

So, I actually finished the confession scenario and had it fully edited before I realized you asked for a first date as well, so I ended up just doing the confession, I’m so sorry!! Please enjoy this!

Request rules

When Banri asked you to meet him behind the school, you were surprised to say the least.

The two of you had talked a few times, sure, maybe done a few group projects together, but it was rare that you were together alone, and outside of class, no less.

That, and your feelings for him were a bit hard to hide when it was just the two of you.

But still, why this? Yet, despite your doubts, you complied with his request, and after classes got out, you met him behind the B building like he asked in the text he sent you.

The sight that greeted you when you got there was even stranger than the text.

You were met with Banri leaning his back against the wall, the wind flowing through his hair, giving the impression that he had walked out of a shojo manga. Hell, add some rose petals and you’d be all set.

Although, one thing about his stance stood out. He held something in his hands, and he seemed to be playing with it endlessly. Not too odd, but given that he was kind of a stuck-up douche, it was a little questionable to see him nervously fidget with something.

You didn’t get too much of a good look at him before he noticed you, though.

“Oh, hey, you made it.” He greeted, quickly stuffing the object into his back pocket.

“Yep. What’s up? It’s a little weird that you’d want just me, so whatcha need?” you asked as casually as you could.

Banri took in a deep breath through his nose.

“Well, you know that coffee shop that opened on Veludo recently?”

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to go there, why?”

“Well, the Autumn Troupe’s rehearsals are slowing down a bit, so I was wondering if you’d wanna go with me? Y’know, on a date?” he asked, his voice was ever so slightly shaky.

“Oh.”

It took a moment for you to fully process his words.

“Wait, like on a romantic date?” you asked.

“Yeah, like that.”

Banri’s appearance was cool, his expression never faltering, and his calmness never fading. If only you knew how nervous he was, and that was on top of trying not to burst out with affection and teasing due to your cuteness and charm.

It took a moment for you to reply.

“Um, sure. That sounds fun.” You replied, your volume slightly lower than normal.

You had the same false demeanor Banri did. Sure, you seemed fine, a little nervous, but overall fine, yet your heart was the opposite. You could practically hear it thundering in your ears, and your brain was caught in a doozy over the thought that the guy you’ve liked for months now actually likes you back.

“Oh, and,” Banri interrupted your thoughts, “I grabbed this for ya. You know, ‘cause it’s cute. Like you.”

From behind his back, he pulled out the object he was hiding.

A single cosmo flower.

You took it, quietly thanking him.

“Yeah, you’re welcome. I had some of the gardening club gals help me out. Apparently it’s supposed to symbolize things falling into place and fate ‘n’ all that. Thought it suited us.”

Finally, for the first time since the conversation started, Banri smiled.

And while you admired the flower, he took the chance to give you a quick kiss on the forehead.

You looked up at him, unaware of what had happened.

Then it hit you.

Ohhhh my god what do I do?!? You tried to remain calm, but the way your face reddened quicker than you would have liked gave everything away to Banri.

“Heh. Cute.”

wHAT.

Somehow, everything he did after that damn kiss flustered you, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

So, without even thinking, you plopped your face into Banri’s chest, turning the tables as he felt his own face heat up.

Thankfully, however, he gingerly placed his arms across your back, slowly pulling you closer.

“I love you.” you whispered into his chest.

“Love you too, dollface.” he whispered right back.

[risu5waffles]

Holy shite, i missed a (ten) spot!

When i tell you i actually panicked a bit when i realized i'd not put up a recap post. It took me a hot minute to figure out that i was only a day late, but still.

This level is so loud. Like, thankfully it's also pretty short, but it's still awful damned loud. i try not to get on creators' cases about sound balancing; my ears are so bad, whenever i use music or sfx they're either too loud or too soft, because i honestly can't tell? But even still, i wish more creators would fiddle wiv the volume a bit, especially when they're using community-made tracks; they're always way too loud. Otherwise, this level is, it's fine really. Nothing that really stands out about the gameplay or presentation, but it's fun enough for a couple of minutes. i do have to say it was interesting they used this section of The Cosmos backdrop, 'cause i hardly ever see it. Usually folx (myself included, mind you) pull it down to the arcade cabinets, or mid-way up to the more space-y section. This part is kind of neat too.

This one's such a neat idea, and really well presented too, right down to the music (tho', if i remember right, Baile-Flamenco was kind of known for that). Kind of half-in-half-out on puzzles and platforming, where you can transfer movability to objects by grabbing them (the in-universe explanation is you're painting them wiv a puddle of blood). i love the little diorama bit toward the end, wiv all the world's monsters, including... YOU! The Sadako climbing out the telly is a top notch bit. i also really appreciate that the creator went to such lengths to put the level in English. It's not perfect, maybe, but their writing/speaking style has a lot of charm, and doing that kind of thing is hard work.

Just a simple little bounce around the screen grabbing point bubbles and avoiding bombs kind of gig. It's well presented, tho', and the home-brew bounce pads are still functioning mostly right, which isn't always the case wiv LBP1 levels in LBP3.

i may have gotten on a bit of a taka061 kick that week of recording, but his levels are so good. It does raise a bit of an issue for me, 'cause sometimes i'd really like to just record a bunch of levels by one creator, but wiv only one episode a day, i feel a bit like i'm taking space from other folx? Honestly, i'd love to just take two weeks and play all of chronos' stuff for the archives. The only thing of note here, aside from the level just being really, really good, is i wound up having to record it again a few days after the episode went live, because i needed some b-roll for my LittleBite-sizedPlanet look at Tic Tac Sunset, and that playthrough was way better than the one we have here. Just a little salty about that.

Kind of weird we had two levels based around colouring the environment in the same chunk of ten. That wasn't planned at all. Neither was my having a pseudo-y Roman-y motif-y kind of level to be published on the Ides of March. Just happy accidents all over, i guess. This one is nice enough, but it is just a bit too much, and i felt like it'd worn its welcome out by the end (tho', in fairness, that was on me since i wanted everything i could get for the archive). Now i really appreciate that the creator apparently had the same idea, and gives the player two chances to bounce early. That's not me giving a backhanded compliment, i really do think that's a cool thing to do. There've been plenty of levels i've played, even quite good ones, where i've found myself thinking "please, just give me a scoreboard already." One interesting thing wiv this one, or at least how it dovetails wiv the LittleBite-sizedPlanet for this upcoming Friday, is how if you make too many things interactable, your brain (or mine, at least), just starts to actively not care? Because there are just too many things going on to track, or for any one of them to have real importance in comparison to any of the others.

It's a little weird that this level leads off wiv that wee robot-y(?) character being very clear that you have to turn every valve, and then half the valves in the level not actually doing anything. i wonder if that was on purpose, or if something went a bit sideways in the translation from LBP2 to LBP3. i liked this one fairly well; it's got a really solid material and decoration set that get put to good use, tho' i'd say they're presented best when the camera is pulled in a bit more. That happens a lot, i find. It's rare for a creator to get a big environment looking real good, even when it's necessary for gameplay to have a pulled out view. That's not meant to be a knock on any creators, just that it seems a tough trick to pull off.

We talked about this on Friday, and i stand by everything i said there.

i wound up really enjoying this one, and i'd like to give the LBP1 level it's adapted from a play on stream. The swimming bits were a little hard to navigate, on account of them being dark, and my always forgetting you can't just change layers underwater, but i really don't have any big complaints about this one.

Gameplay-wise there's nothing too flash in this one, but i really found myself charmed by the environment. kome managed to nail a scale that felt just right. The incidental details really put in a lot of work too. Like, those terrariums? <chef's kiss> i did discouver thanks to this one (we'd actually played it on stream before i recorded it for the archive) that Twitch mutes the audio in the VoD download file, not just the VoDs that are up on Twitch, and i hate that like the devil hates sin. i'd suspected it to be the case, but i never listen to my streams once they're up. Even searching for a thumbnail i tend to have it on mute. It just popped in my brain to make a point of checking this time, and sure enough. i tell you that really frazzles my frizzles.

Dry tree yo. Just.. Dry tree. i don't even really know what to say aside from it is so very, very good. The fact that it has still, somehow, managed to not be Team Picked (despite having picked up a Level of the Day nod) is, quite possibly, honestly a sin. If it weren't for the fact that some of the Team Picks are actually very much quality, i'd assume Sumo were throwing darts at a list of creators they already liked. i played through this one so many times trying to get a run wiv all the secrets, which is a difficult feat on account of i never put any points into Spot Hidden, but i did finally manage to pull it off. Gotta say it felt pretty good.

So that's another 10 down, yeah. After the kerfluffle wiv my level last week, i've got the feeling it's going to be a little late to justify an every 50 schedule for a hub publish. i kinda had that feeling tho'. i do think this build is going to go more quickly, since there are a lot of parts to it that i'm keeping from the previous one. Trying it out in dThermo is a bit of a worry; i've never had particular luck wiv that system. Based on what i've heard, tho', at least some of it was just me honestly using it wrong. Thankfully i've got chat helping out, and @mellangard , especially, has a lot of experience wiv dThermo, and his advice has been invaluable.

i don't know that anyone watches the episodes all the way to the end to notice, but i think i changed up the end card somewhere in this stack. Nothing really too drastic, just tossed a progress flag up instead of the black background i'd been using. i don't change the tagline every episode like i do wiv LittleBite-sizedPlanet, and i think we'll probably be sticking wiv "For Fierce Trans Joy" for at least a little while longer. Times have been rough for us, and look to be getting rougher depending on where you live (my trans sibs in Missouri, just... fucking hell); but i want us to have our joy, even if we have to claw it out raw and bloody.

[bookofxandria]

My Half Ass Moon Report

December/15/ 2022 🌟🌹🌜🌠

This MOON REPORT is accurate from where I see the moon and experience the lunar activityfrom the Northern hemisphere on planet Earth lol how do yall like them cheese burgers 🍔 I'm kidding ?

So here we go Supreme distractions are a head !! Yes I've got legit ADHDabcdocacdc LOLOL

🌜As you can see from this (below) photo is a screen shot of the lunar cycle: today the moon is in the Last Quarter phase and in the zodiac sign of Virgo. 👇🌜💀And todays guidance is coming up shortly ill elaborate on how exactly the cosmos will be most likely effecting you and point out some key points to keep in mind too this is just my first moon report in a really ling time and im new to ✌tumblr again just settling in and have a lot to do wow there are reslly damn some great blogs on hete man o man ive got compétition like wild fire voy voy .. ..

This MOON is a good time to do some shadow work if you can concentrate because things will be boiling and bubbling to the surface and you may lose all control of your emotions if you do not get a firm grip on reality and keep yourself grounded for sure .

🌋🌜🌹🌜💥👉FOLLOW ME 👇👇

👉👉👉🌹@bookofxandria 🌹✌

The Moon these days will mirror our inner child who wants to be in the spotlight. The lunar phase sort of radiates an entertaining aura that aims at getting things right. It owns a creative spirit fueled by warmth, generosity, truthfulness and honesty. Sometimes, it makes us a little dramatic in our emotional displays, and we want to control others as per our wishes.

Watch out for your inner monster may come out of the closet and hunt lol jyst tame the beast wjthin and like chill out your inner narcisistic tendsncies and dance ... But it seems....

You want dominance, and it also stops you from showing others what is going on in your heart. The next few days the Moon motivates you to maintain your public image to gain attention and applause from every side. It is the period of enjoying romance and creative activities to undertake new risks and enhance personal recognition.

It is the time to share your gifts of fame with others. There is no space for those in your life who ignore you. The only thing you want is to be famous and stand out for your skills and talents. This is your time to capture the stage and charm others with your performance.

New SuperMoon will be coming into bloom right x actly for xmss days yes so besutiful and no more blues your depression seems to be going but nkt fading just there enough to keep you from burstibg with joy overjoyed sbd so so happy you could die

Right now and this week You value integrity and justice over everything. Your well-honed sense of fairness works well under all the moon phases we will be experiencing from today DEC/15/22 until XMAS on DEC/24 AND 25. 💩🌜🎅🎄 & merry ho ho to yall out there celebrating the holidays !

Much Love from XANDRIA XTC BABY

[that-0rb]

Mine, Ours, Yours.

Flashes of the past flicker through his vision, memories of a time long forgotten by all. all but him.

their morning sun speckled bed. the visage of divinity beside him, basked in a ray of honeyed light. the divine form that lay next to him shifts in gentle rousing as he closes the book he had been reading. the contents of witch is lost upon him as the other rolls to gaze at him, their eyes like astral bodies caught in the blaze of a thousand dyeing stars. removing his reading glasses and placing both them and the book on his night stand he sifts to lean over his beloved, pressing his lips to their forehead breathlessly, wordlessly praising their very being. he leans back to admire their lustrous features through a canopy of his own long dark hair. they smile and try to brush back as much hair behind his ear as they can, it falls back down after a moment. he cups their face, treasuring this moment, etching every minute detain into his memory.

the night was warm, the willows hosting fireflies jamborees. he was sat under his favorite one, the oldest and tallest. he remembers planting it, he built the little bench that sits under it, to this tree he interned his deepest desires, his greatest secrets, his most depraved fantasies'. a hand comes through the leaves and catch's his attention. a head pokes through, the celestial visage of his heart puts him at ease. they spot him, sat on the little white bench, and smiles. instantly light up the expanse beneath the willow a hundred times over and then some, putting the fireflies to shame tenfold. his heart saunters over, so casual, effortless. as they place themselves next to him he takes a moment, a moment to admire the one who has captures his heart and soul. they tilt their head, smile growling a bit cheeky. he clears his throat, a bit embarrassed, beginning to tell them of the history of this, his, willow tree.

It's all ready! He was so excited! He had been for weeks, ever since he asked them to dinner. Them, the beauty he had been so nerves to speak too when he had first met. The floor boards creaked as they stepped into the room. That ethereal glow they had about them spilling over everting in sight, illuminating the corners of the room. He turned, hand out to guide the constellation of elegance to their seat. He took his beside them. They ate, laughed, drank, and he fell further for his sky. Them, in their dignity. Charm. Magnificence. Dressed like they created the universe itself. Adorned with jewels like the night sky with its stars. Smile like the sun itself. Eyes like never-ending nebulas of beauty and grace.

A moment ago the room was warm, he was eagerly waiting for his cosmos to return home. He had taken the day off to prepare his proposal. He was going to ask the stars in his sky to marry him. The door bell had rung, when he opened the door, though, it wasn't them. It was a dower looking officer, they handed him a letter and bid him a good night. He remembers thinking it was odd "An officer delivered a letter and not a currier?". He retrieved a letter opener from his office. As he read the damned thing tears streamed down his face. It was a notice of death. He collapsed, it was as if his soul, and body couldn't take the weight of the black hole that had just swallowed the stars from his sky. He could do nothing but sit on the floor of his cold office and sob. The proposal, the ring, the plan's all dashed in an instant. His core ached with lament for his sun. He hadn't even gotten the chance to tell them "Goodbye", or "I Love You" that day. They where gone by the time he woke up.

That house would stay empty for two decades after that day. T

he flowers bought for the surprise where still sitting rotted in their vase when the place went up in flames. The brilliant blaze a shadow of the grief and sorrow those walls still held. They where saturated with them, no matter what you could have tried, you couldn't have cleansed that house.

He watched the glowing house from his, their, willow tree. He held the ring he was going to prepose with, tracing the gems setting with his fingers absentmindedly. He wears both rings now. They match. They nestle together like cats curled around one another. He will never return that burning house. He'll never see their, the, willow tree or this little white bench again.

The world dimmed when that house grew cold, when it stopped being a home. When the letter came. The light of the wretched thing up in flames will never replace the star, the sun, it stole. But for just a fleeting moment it can be a guiding glow, a warm glance on the back of a husk of a man.

Now? Now he's sitting on the shore of an unfamiliar city, watching the waves roll by. He wont swim, he's never liked the water. He sawm for you, but it hurts him too much, still, to do things you liked. He wears the rings, he'll never stop. How many centuries has it been? Two or three, maybe. He misses your willow tree, and your little white bench. He misses the mornings he could wake up beside you, the little moments. He's crying now. It's too late at night for anyone to be around to witness his emotion.

At least… our moon hasn't changed.

[kythed]

“pillow talk” - a collection of conversations between you and matsukawa issei.

1. october 23rd, 1:03am.

“that was fun.” matsukawa props himself up on one elbow, lower half still covered by a disarray of blue dorm sheets.

you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling your t-shirt back on, but you turn to look at him, smiling slightly. “fun?” 

“great. excellent. out of this world amazing,” he says teasingly. there’s a glint in his eye and a flush in his cheeks. 

“that’s what I thought.” you make to stand up, but matsukawa grabs your wrist before you can move another muscle. 

“you can stay,” he says, face strangely hopeful and childlike (a sharp contrast to the night’s earlier… activities). “if you want, I mean.” 

your body aches to climb back under the covers with him, to press yourself against his hot skin and let yourself fall asleep in his embrace… but what you have with matsukawa is new and fragile, and you refuse to close your fist on something delicate and shatter it in the process. 

“maybe next time. I have class in the morning.” advanced calculus, to be specific. hell on earth, to be even more specific. 

“will there be a next time?” there it is again. that hope. 

“if you’ll have me,” you say, rising from the mattress.

“I’ll do more than have you.” he grins, cocking his head. “I’ll take you.” 

and there it is — matsukawa issei, ladies and gents. you smile to yourself as you slip out of his room, committing the feel of his hands gripping your hips and his lips on yours to memory. 

2. october 27th, 4:36pm. 

you stay this time. it’s a weeknight, and there’s class in the morning again, but the bed is warm and matsukawa’s arm fits like it was made for you. he’s nervous, you can tell, what with the way his fingers shake slightly as they brush the hair from your eyes — but that’s okay. it’s endearing. cute, even. 

“hey,” he says, voice low and throaty. 

“hi,” you respond, turning your face to look at him, his sharp, angular face shaded even more dramatic by moonlight. he really is a little too pretty for his own good, you decide, running a light hand down his torso. his mouth twitches when your fingers skim over his waistband and back up again. 

“tease,” he sighs, and you laugh. 

“it’s what I’m best at,” you say. 

“among other things,” matsukawa concedes, grinning. you gasp and hit him lightly on the chest.

“you’re so dirty minded!” you scold, and he scoffs. 

“I’m the dirty minded one? listen sweetheart, twenty minutes ago you were —” 

you shut him up with a swift kiss on the lips, swallowing his indignant words as he chuckles somewhere in the back of his throat and pulls you on top of him. you slide your fingers into his mess of dark hair and smile into the kiss until he finally breaks away and begins dusting smaller kisses along your jaw and collarbone. 

“you know,” you breathe, trying to avoid gasping when matsukawa presses his mouth to that soft spot right below your neck, “you’re acting awfully boyfriend today, issei. you’d better be careful before I up and decide to make you mine.”

“maybe that’s what I want you do to,” he says without looking at you. 

you start in surprise, a small smile creeping onto your lips. “oh, really?” 

matsukawa unattaches himself from your neck and takes your face in his hands, staring up at you with a grin. “really.” 

“okay,” you say, and in response he squishes your cheeks and laughs. you roll your eyes and tug on his wrists until he lets go. “okay, boyfriend.”

“okay, girlfriend.” 

you’d never anticipated a relationship to fall into place so easily. but then again, with matsukawa, everything — everything from his sweet talk to his skin to his stupid pickup lines — is pretty damn smooth.

3. january 1st, 11:24pm.

“you have a nice nose,” he says, running a finger down its bridge. golden afternoon light slices through the gaps in his shutters, casting odd stripes across his face.

“I hate my nose.” you bite back a sheepish smile. “it’s weird.”

“no, it’s cute,” he insists, and despite yourself, your heart swells. maybe it’s silly, maybe it’s shallow, but nothing really beats having someone refute your insecurities, however insignificant they may be. “I’m the one with a weird nose.”

you sit straight up, nearly knocking him back. “you do not have a weird nose. I love your nose!” 

“I love your face.” matsukawa gently pulls you back down, gathering you into his chest so he can rest his chin on your shoulder. 

“well, it is a pretty nice face,” you say, and he huffs.

“you were supposed to say you love my face, too,” he whines in a small voice. you almost giggle at the thought of this six foot two giant baby-talking to you.

“I thought that was self-explanatory,” you say. “I like everything about you.”

matsukawa shoots you a dramatic glare, furrowing his brows. “yesterday you said you didn’t like my t-shirt.”

“it was a rick and morty t-shirt! I was morally obligated to disparage your fashion taste in that moment,” you say piously. 

“so you don’t like everything about me,” matsukawa sighs, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. “my girlfriend is a liar.” 

“I like everything about you except for the fact that you like rick and morty,” you correct yourself. 

“I like everything about you except for the fact that you don’t like rick and morty,” matsukawa shoots back, and you let out an ugly guffaw. 

“alright, then. agree to disagree?”

before answering, he leans forward to give you a brief kiss that you return, enjoying the faint taste of spearmint on his lips. “you’ll come around eventually.” 

“I really won’t.”

“you will.”

“I won’t.”

“you won’t.”

“I will,” you say, and then — “wait, no. damn it, issei, I can’t believe that worked on me.”

“gotcha!” 

4. march 20th, 3:16am. 

“dude,” matsukawa says. “we should go out for ramen.”

“did you just call me dude?” you raise an incredulous eyebrow. 

“sorry,” he says, sitting upright and pulling on a shirt. “I meant babe. can we get ramen?”

“it’s 3am,” you say, catching the shirt he tosses to you and putting it on. “is there any place nearby that’s still open at this hour?” 

matsukawa whisks you out of bed, bridal style, and spins you around, ignoring your protestations as you attempt to scold him between giggles. when he finally sets you down you’re dizzy, clinging to him for balance. “obviously you don’t understand the ramen business. when the craving hits, it hits, and these guys know that. that’s why there’s a 24 hour ramen-ya near every college campus in the country.” 

“then,” you say, blinking hard as the room comes back into focus. “I say we go eat.” 

“let zem eat ramen?” matsukawa says in a phony french accent. you want to roll your eyes but you can’t quite bring yourself to do so. he’s too damn charming about it. 

“let zem eat ramen,” you repeat, and he laughs, rumpling your hair before grabbing his keys off the bedside table. 

“you’re adorable.”

“I’m a legal adult,” you sigh. “why do you insist on calling me cute? I’m sexy.”

“you’re cute and sexy,” he agrees, opening the door for you. “the two are not mutually exclusive.” 

“fancy words.”

“I’m just trying to impress you,” he says with an obnoxious wink. 

5. april 4th, 1:58am. 

“do you think there’s life in space?” 

you’re lying side by side next to matsukawa, both staring up at his dorm room ceiling, where a handful of plastic stars glow in the dark. 

he snickers. “you mean, like, martians? little green men with antennae?”

“sure,” you say, ignoring his jab. “or maybe enormous space whales swimming somewhere deep in the cosmos. galactic empires of cyborgs and robot servants. train stations that take you from star to star.” 

“that reminds me,” he says. you feel him slip his fingers into your hand. “we should watch star wars together sometime.” 

“you avoided the question,” you complain, and he laughs. 

“sorry,” he says. “I’ve never given much thought to huge space whales or interplanetary train stations.”

“you’ve never wondered might be out there? never wanted to fly to the moon and see what there is to see?” the thought is alien (pun intended) to you. how could anyone look into the star speckled sky and see anything other than a mass of worlds waiting to be explored? 

“I don’t need to. kinda have everything I could ever want here on earth already.” matsukawa shrugs, flashing you a grin. “good friends. perfect girlfriend. a really excellent ramen shop down the street.” 

“and that’s all you need?”

“that’s all I need,” he agrees, and you stay silent, scooting closer to press yourself into matsukawa’s larger frame. maybe he has a point. you count over your blessings in your head: good friends, perfect boyfriend, a really excellent ramen shop down the street. even space whales can’t really compare, you decide, sneaking a glance at issei only to find he’s already looking down at you with a soft smile. 

and maybe that’s enough. maybe it’s enough to have someone who loves you and your flaws, someone who lets you borrow his dumb graphic tees and never lets you pay for your own dinner. maybe what you have here with matsukawa issei, feet on the ground and hands intertwined, is enough.

[daisys-gard3n]

"You want to what?"

"I need to practice kissing again for Jolyne. I'm severely out of practice. I have cash, so I can pay you if you help me out." Ralph blinked at Narciso, who was completely serious as he dug out a twenty dollar bill. Ralph was almost considering on asking if he was joking with him, but Narciso has a hard time taking jokes. Most jokes seriously fly over his head, it's hilarious in other context. Hesitantly, the dark green-haired man took the bill out of Narciso's hand.

"Are...You sure you don't want to practice with a girl? What about Hermes?-"

"Absolutely not." The magenta-haired man sneered in disgust, taking Ralph aback for a moment until he recovered. "Um...Foo Fighters? I...At least think Foo is a girl?"

"No, she's nothing more than an acquaintance. She owed me a favor. You're clearly the better option, since you're more experience and I highly doubt Weather would help me on this. I wouldn't trust anyone in this prison with a ten-foot pole."

"You're asking a prison prostitute this but okaaay then. Follow me." Ralph pocketed the bill and beckoned the androgynous man to follow him back to his cell, the mismatched pattern of their boots thunking on the concrete floor as they walked up stairs and passed by other male prisoners in the men's section. Up until the two were in Ralph's cell. Sheets were covering the cell doors to give a little bit of privacy while Ralph was working with clients, no one dared to tell him to take them down because he could simply charm them away with Sympathy for the Devil. Narciso and Ralph entered the grey cell, different posters ripped out of magazines plastered on the wall to lighten up the atmosphere a bit with different photos and diagrams of plants and vegetables, a little tray of haircare products such as styling gel and specialized shampoo for Ralph's locs were on the concrete table, and a small flowerpot of cosmos sat on the desk with the desk lamp shining on it to keep it alive.

"Here, make yourself at home." Ralph sat on the thin mattress of the bottom futon, patting the place next to him for Narciso. Who strode in and sat down next to him on the bottom bunk's mattress.

"Let's start, i guess? Show me what you know so far...Pretend I'm Jolyne."

Once Raphael said that, Narciso immediately became romantic. Like a switch was flipped inside of him, his pink lacquered fingers fingers cupped Ralph's cheeks as his magenta-colored eyes literally radiated with love and affection.

"Oh, my sweet Jolyne. How I've been waiting for this moment, to truly show my affection to you. To honestly show you my adoration and loyalty to you. I want you to understand all of my feelings for you with this kiss."

"God damn, does he need the monologue too? Might put Jojo to sleep." Raphael thought as he rolled his eyes at how overly shakespearean Narciso became, sounded too much like the prison dudes who would talk with their young girlfriends through the visitation walls and gush about their feelings through the speakers. He could probably remember one time a dude literally proposed to a chick through visitation like he had a job or a back up plan after his prison sentence. Raphael was never the one to judge people for their kinks or what they were into, but romance was something he could never fully wrap his head around...He might of thought he gotten a grasp of it once or twice, but truly people were not meant for romance. Or at least...Ralph wasn't meant for romance. Pretty much tuning out Narciso's pseudo love confession to Jolyne, he eventually snapped out of it when he started to come closer to him. One of Narciso's warm hands moved to the back of Ralph's head, some of his fingers going in and weaving into his forest green locks as he eventually pressed his plump lips against Ralph's. His lips were warm and smooth, he could feel some of the minerals of the lipstick Narciso was wearing as it transferred onto his lips lightly. There was some movement, but not too much. It was more or less a little massage against Ralph's lips. Eventually, the magenta-haired man pulled away with a silent intake of breath as he opened his eyes.

"Mm, that's was alright...I can at least tell you've had a girlfriend before...You want Jojo to acknowledge your feelings, right? Put some more passion into it, girls love passion. She'll think its just a cheeky kiss from a high schooler with that."

"What do you propose that I do? I don't understand what passion means to you."

"Like...That thing you did with your hands is a nice start. Stroking her hair and cupping her face. Maybe try resting your hand on her neck and bringing Jojo closer, being more assertive. And put more movement into you lips. Kiss Jojo like it's the only chance you've got...Take the wind out of her, y'know?"

Did Ralph understand what he was talking about? Absolutely not. He just knew what girls liked when he kissed them, it was a general assumption to start with. Narciso nodded, his eyes twinkling like he was taking mental notes. It wouldn't of been surprising if he did whip out a notebook and pen.

"I mean, you can try to use tongue, but that's usually a bit of a step forward than usual. But you're welcome to try."

"Okay...Let me try again."

"And do me a favor...Please skip the monologue, I may be doing you a favor but I'm not actually Jolyne-"

"You complain a lot for someone getting paid for a service."

"I know my worth and twenty dollars isnt enough to sit through your analysis of romeo and juliet." Narciso grumbled in response to Raphael's sarcasm, making him chuckle for a moment until he felt Narciso's cold hand on the back of his neck. The other resting on his cheek before closing in on Raphael's two-toned lips. There was a lot more force behind this kiss, Anasui's mouth opening a lot more than before as he commanded the movements of their lips. The sounds of their lips smacking together was prominent, the hand on Raphael’s cheek moved away and rested where his neck and the beginning of his shoulder met in between. Slowly moving down, the coldness of his hand sending shockwaves in Ralph’s blood. He had to place his own hand on Narciso’s knee to balance himself, earning a small hum from the pink-haired man. His lips tasted like sweet...Was his lipstick flavored? It tasted like rock candy. Ralph’s senses were beginning to like this taste and it was getting a bit too much...After all, Narciso was just a weird friend who was really adamant on marrying his other friend. Before he knew it, Narciso’s tongue entered his mouth - making the kiss more sloppy, their tongues swirled together and their lips smacked against each other more and more. It caught someone like Ralph off guard majorly; it probably had something to do with the fact either he led the kisses or he was never kissed right, when the main goal of people who come to him was just to get off for the day. His heart was beating against his chest and electric shocked through his system as he had to close his eyes, it was almost unbearable to keep his eyes open. It felt like hours, of feeling Narciso’s ice-cold hands holding onto his body so gently and a kiss that was like flames. In reality, it had only been a few minutes when he finally separated, a string of saliva connecting the two together as it thinned out as the two men panted. Not wanting to be seen this way, Raphael quickly wiped his mouth of drool and opened his golden brown eyes, laughing nervously.

“Wow...Fast learner...Just like...Don’t automatically shove your tongue in Jojo’s mouth, like...Lick her lips first to ask if you cant...” Narciso nodded, seemingly being put together much more quickly than the other man was. 

“I see...This is very useful information. Thank you Raphael.”

“Y’know, you can call me Ralph...Everyone else does...And you did just shove your tongue in my mouth, might as well drop formalities.”

“Understood...Ralph.” Narciso stood up from the bed, looking into Ralph’s mirror and fixing himself up quickly before bidding him farewell. Most likely to bother Jolyne in the cafeteria. As the clicking of his boots went away, Ralph looked to the mirror to see his lips had magenta smeared all over them. He was slightly sweating and panting, looking like a hot mess...It made him fall flat on his bed, wiping the rest of the smudged lipstick off of his lips.

“There’s...There’s no way I got turned on by that...What am I, twelve? Fuckin’ ridiculous...I’ll just find some broad later...Or some twink.” 

Raphael couldn’t deny the flame that burned brightly in him, seemingly not being able to simmer down as his blood was pumping through his veins. His brain wouldn’t let him forget that interaction, constantly showing him pictures and making him feel phantom kisses. It was driving him insane...It was just another job, he shouldn’t be so worked up over this...

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Is their a twilight wiki based off the books only? Their so much misinformation on the main twilight wikia site. It’s all mix up with the movies and books. I just want to see it separated each other. Books info only.

Pfft, I feel like @therealvinelle and I have corrupted you, anon.

Alas, no, and to be honest I wouldn't expect one.

Remember that wikis are written by people. More to the point, they're written by fans and generally strive to be not only an accurate representation of the media but a reflection of fandom.

Go to Harry Potter's wiki and they pull in information from Pottermore and articles generally follow either what JKR intended or fandom trends (i.e. Dumbledore is a great man). This is the point, in a way, as beyond just the canon material wikis are a great way to see what fandom itself thinks about certain characters/events. You don't want a heretic like me writing your wiki because then everyone comes in with completely bonkers ideas of what's going on in the story.

So why do I bring this up for Twilight?

Twilight the fandom has generally not only accepted the movies but vastly prefers them. Many of the fans have only seen the movies, never read the books. The movies give us far more palatable versions of characters, Esme from the films is a very charming woman and the mother we'd all love to have, Alice is the cute cosmo girlfriend we'd love to have design our weddings, Edward... is toned down a lot, as is Bella for that matter, the Cullens really do seem like one big happy family for the most part, and Jacob while still getting some of his greatest hits is missing some of his truly awful moments.

The movies give nicer heroes that, for the most part, people want to like. The movies are also--better about dealing with the issue of race. I don't say great because they're still awful, they kept the imprinting, the Quileute still draw the shortest straw and for the most part turned into unnecessary side characters who don't seem to know why they're in the movie either, the actors playing the Quileute were not all Native American, Jasper still gets to be a confederate for... reasons (god knows why they didn't cut that/alter his backstory even slightly), and while Laurent is now black he also gets about one line then is murdered by shirtless teenagers. So, we have minimal progress in that there are POC characters. But it's more than the books gave us.

Now, do the villains stop making any damn sense? Yes. But most people don't care about that (look at MCU, it's an entire franchise that doesn't give a flying fuck about presenting a logical let alone in any way interesting villain, and it is flooded with cash). Am I weird for preferring the more--bizarre renditions of the characters who are a walking dumpster fire? Oh yes.

My point being, while I hate the movies, and will rant about it whenever asked (or sometimes when not asked at all), most of fandom prefers them and I don't fault them for it. If it's what makes people happy then bless them.

And generally wiki writers write in such a way as to represent the fandom. They'll usually have read the books but you're talking about people who consider the films equally if not more canon. They probably remember the movies better than they do the books.

So they'll tell you that yes, Edward and Bella fall in love, Alice and Bella are best friends, etc. They're not going to give you things that most of fandom would contest: nor should they, because they are wikis and that's not their job.

That's for heretics like me to shout from the rooftops and get people very angry about.

... And that was a very long rant you didn't ask for.

Basically, my advice is that you'll have to reread the books yourself. Wikis are best for fact checking and in that authors usually do a decent job of saying "this only occurred in the movie" or "this was only in the book" or "this came from the guide". If you want a clear cut distinction of the two then it's best to just go to the books.

[m4nwhore]

2, 15, 50, 61 for the train questions <3

2. What kind of emotions do the stars evoke for you, if any? The ocean, the sky, the moon?

When I see the stars and sky, I think about how interconnected everything is. Our laughter makes waves that affect atoms in this universe on a microscale just as the cosmos move. That the universe is changed by every action we take, even if we can’t see how. Its a very comforting feeling. When I see atoms flying off my friends hair as we dance under the stars, I think, “We matter, we matter, we matter somehow.”

15. Is there a song, book, movie, or other piece of media that has drastically altered your life? What was it, are there multiple?

Absolutely!! I have tons of media that I hold veryy close to my heart because they teach me different things about the universe or myself or how to be a proper person. One of my absolute favorites is Spirited Away - because of how it is a story lf how to grow up and be a member of a community, how to treat people with respect, and how there is a proper way to go about solving problems. I could write soooo many essays about my favorite medias but usually I just info dump with people I watch movies with haha.

50. What qualities do you find charming?

Sense of humor has to be the biggest!! If you make me laugh, I’ll always want to be around you. I also enjoy passion - talk my ear off about what you love or hate or what you want to devote your life to and I’ll listen all night long. Also any kind of talent like musical or artistic or intellectual ability is veryyy hot like…if you make good music or art, I’ll write you a blank check for sex, I’ll worship you

61. Are you a romantic person? Why?

God, yeah. Too much of a romantic. When Hozier said “I fall in love just a little, oh a little bit every day with someone new” i FELT THAT. I just BEAM affection at everyone around me. I just enjoy my friends and romantic interests so much and want to see them winning and kiss them so bad! I care about everyone around me So Damn Much!!

Thank you for asking!!! I had a lot of fun thinking of my answers. („• ᴗ •„)

[thenamesblurrito]

Cybertronix and accents

So, Cybertronix does have different dialects, most notably those of the colonies, the “founder’s tongue” of the old city-states where insular cultures have created their own version of the planet wide language, and the half code/half dialect junker talk, incredibly mutable and diverse, sometimes practically a foreign language to a junker from just the other side of the same city. Different dialects are still all Cybertronix, and mostly mutually intelligible, but they contribute a lot to perception and personality.

This means, of course, I’m gonna assign human accents to represent the vibes of a character’s speech.

(by the way, if you’re worried that I’m just taking a grab bag of random foreign accents and throwing them around, I’m not. Most of these accents I’ve heard from real people before, usually other uni students or roommates. I’m not just relying on stereotypical media portrayals and bad voice acting, I’m drawing on personal experience and associations with fond memories of my international friends.)

-40′s/50′s American Television Actors Accent: bog-standard “proper” Cybertronix, which of course is mostly just Iacon, Praxus, Polyhex, and Altihex. Upper class society in Rodion also sound like this.

people who sound like this: Orion Pax, Minimus Ambus, Arcee, Blackarachnia and Deadlock but very rough around the edges. Shockwave affects an accent like this to be more acceptable to his audience in the Senate. The Grand Architect technically has this accent, but the most striking thing about his voice is how impassive and intimidating he sounds, rather than his pronunciation.

-Posh Snobbish British Schoolboys Accent: much of Vos, where the higher you go, the more upper class you are, and thus the more posh and snobbish you are.

people who sound like this: Starscream, but he affects a heavier accent than he had as a middle class child. Skywarp and Thundercracker have mostly dropped theirs. Brainstorm, Perceptor. Slipstream has a very posh accent.

-German, But Like Specifically A Bavarian Accent: Tesarus, Helex, and parts of rural Tyrest. A strong, “noble” accent left over from a huge united empire prior to a united Cybertron, still considered a mark of a member of the backbone of society.

people who sound like this: Predaking, Tarantulas, Fort Max, Tailgate, Dion.

-German, But Like Specifically A Westphalian Accent: Tesarus mostly, with some communities in Stanix and groundside Vos. Considered rougher than the more “cultured” version above.

people who sound like this: Blitzwing, Makeshift, Jhiaxus, Shockwave when he gets too emotional or tired and forgets to stay upper class. Forestock also tries to drop this accent, but a lil less successfully.

(I’m also imagining some mix of Standard American German and Pennsylvania Dutch accents to be an in-between blend of standard Cybertronix and thicker Tesaran-style dialects.)

-Swiss French Because I’ll Be Damned Before I Willingly Give Anything Of France To Any Character Of Mine, Even An Accent: Tyrest and some of Praxus, also Crystal City. Lovely and charming, supposedly a mark of someone graceful and benign.

people who sound like this: Councilmember Tyrest, Skyfire, Terminus although he’s lost much of his accent. Prowl, Bluestreak, Smokescreen in his natural voice but he often obfuscates his accent.

-That Brooklyn Or Jersey Accent Where You Pronounce It Like Joizee: lower class Iacon, Polyhex, and most of Rodion. Sometimes called the junker’s accent (which is terribly inaccurate), folks with this accent aren’t going to be lauded by the upper class anytime soon. Full of slang and euphemisms.

people who sound like this: Rumble and Frenzy, Ravage, Powerglide, Swindle. Nightracer, Bludgeon, Wheelie, and Red Alert all have a specific version of this that marks them as junkers. Springer used to, but he’s started copying Prowl’s accent now. Hot Rod to a small degree.

-An Absolute Ace Aussie Accent: Carcer! Which, much like Australia, started as a penal colony that then turned into a regular colony and then a nation proper. It’s younger than the other colonies, and far from Cybertron, so they’re considered kind of backward and stupid, which means anyone with their accent is often automatically dismissed.

people who sound like this: listen I need you to imagine Ariel speaking like Steve Irwin but about to punch a croc instead of wrestle it. Also Obsidian.

-Brazilian, But Like Specifically Recife Accent: Tyger Pax, thickest in the city itself. Very animated and vibrant, super expressive, sometimes criticized for being loud, but it’s also very fun to listen to.

people who sound like this: Jazz, Alpha Trion but he sounds like he’s faking it, First Aid. Rosanna has been touring Cybertron as a pop star for long enough that she needs to deliberately practice her accent to keep it.

-Brazilian, But Like Specifically Southern Accent: Velocitron! Not only is the accent notable, but the speed at which they speak is very distinctive. They gotta say Everything Right Now Immediately.

people who sound like this: Moonracer, Swerve, Blurr (but he’s got a stutter too), Override, Knock Out.

-Portuguese, As In The Country, Which Is Different Than A Brazilian Accent: Eukaris! They speak very casually, unhurried, like a nice warm evening around the dinner table with family.

people who sound like this: Lickety-Split. I haven’t decided who else is from Eukaris yet.

-Sort Of Yiddish, Sort Of Polish, Sort Of Greek, I’m Thinking Specifically Of One Tricultural Friend’s Accent: Much of Tarn, a few parts of Kaon, and bits of Helex. Not wildly different from standard Cybertronix, but strong and heated and very opinionated, a good accent to be angry in.

people who sound like this: Cogman, Wheeljack, Lugnut, Megatron though he’s lost some of it.

-Russian, Not Evil Movie Villain Russian, Just A Real Russian Accent: Kaon and a good half of Tarn. They are very precise with what they mean, but not so much with the grammar and order of their words, which means their precision communication is often lost on outsiders.

people who sound like this: Strika, Damus, Wasp.

-Very Sweet, Folksy Ukrainian Accent: Devisiun! On a colony where everyone is born with siblings, most folks also adopt a pattern of speaking with or over people, especially with family and people they know best. A Cybertronian will consider a Devisian rude for talking in the middle of their sentence, but that’s a normal conversation for a Devisian! They’d consider it rude if the Cybertronian didn’t start responding to them in the middle of their sentence.

people who sound like this: Jetfire and Jetstorm, complete with finishing each other’s sentences.

-Korean Accent, Which Is Actually Closest To The Original Primal Vernacular: Caminus! They held on very tightly to their roots as a colony founded directly by one of the first Primes, so they’ve preserved a version of the first language that, while mutated by usage over the megavorns, is still closely connected to the tongue of the ancients.

people who sound like this: Windblade, Chromia, Firestar, Flareup, Nautica, some people swear Maccadam has a hint of this accent.

-Deep Southern Redneck Bumpkin Drawl From Down On The Range Accent: the moons! Luna 1 and 2 have very similar dialects, and very thick country drawls.

people who sound like this: Ironhide, Cosmos, Bulkhead, Kup uses this one because he picked it up on an early visit to Luna 1 and liked it so he keeps it.

[just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot]

Soulmate September - Day 2

Day 2 - There is a timer that counts down to when you will meet your soulmate. 

Pairing(s): Romantic RoSleep (Roman x Remy/Sleep), background Analogical

TWs: Mild Swearing from Remy __

“No, no, no, you move my 3 O’clock to 4, my 4 O’clock to 5, then cancel it. I don’t even want to have to look at that scumbag from accounting today, babes.”

Remy kept taking on his bluetooth headset as he approached the Starbucks he’d grown so accustomed to. Normally just inhaling the scent of ground coffee, vanilla, and cinnamon spice would be enough to flood his stressed cranium with serotonin. But that wasn’t going to cut it today. 

Today he was on a mission; his soulmate timer had stopped during his visit here a week ago, and he was determined to find out who it’d stopped for. With his schedule cleared as much as possible, Remy walked into the Starbucks in his business attire, having only bothered to throw on his leather jacket when he’d left the office. Not that his outfit was unplanned, he had made a point of wearing the same white button up shirt, black waistcoat, and matching black slim cut pants he’d been wearing when he first noticed the timer had stopped. If not for making sure his soulmate recognised him, then simply because he looked damn good.

It was a gamble, assuming his soulmate would be there today, but by now he was desperate. Remy knew the rules; after exactly a week was up, his timer would disappear for good and he’d never know who his soulmate was. And he wasn’t about to let that shit fly. No sirree. 

“Now, which one of you is it?”, Remy mumbled under his breath. As he stood just about to open the door and leave, Remy had memorised the men who were present in the cafe that fateful day; eight potential men, two eliminated visually over the first two days when he noted their timers were still going. Another three all eliminated themselves the days following as they revealed themselves to be straight, in a relationship, and very straight, in that order. Remy sighed impatiently as he perused the last three men he’d narrowed things down to.

The first was a short, burly man with chestnut brown hair that tickled his button nose while he leant over to pet the outrageously cute border collie sat by his chair. His cheeks were dusted with freckles that drew attention to his mossy green eyes and sunkissed skin. The blue polo shirt and tan shorts he wore clashed with the fact he clearly worked hard labour in the outdoors. Remy guessed he worked with plants going by his scuffed and dirty boots, and the mud on his pupper’s paws. Remy dubbed him, unsurprisingly, Dog Guy.

The second, Space Cadet, was a far departure from Dog guy; his auburn hair and pale skin spoke of celtic origins while his numerous books concerning the far reaches of the universe spoke of the cosmos. Of a man who harboured an intense scientific curiosity as deep as his sapphire eyes. His black shirt hidden under a dark blue flannel shirt showed the insignia of the local museum, which Remy found fitting. In the nicest way possible, Space Cadet looked like he belonged there with his pristine glasses and tidy upkeep that bordered on neurotic.

And the third man, Anxiety Magnet, was once more a drastic change from the other two. Dark skin melted into an all black outfit consisting of a black hoodie sporting custom purple patches - perhaps he made it himself, Remy couldn’t be sure - alongside black ripped skinny jeans. His purple sneakers matched his nailpolish and eyeshadow framing heterochromic brown and green eyes. Every time Remy would scope out the young man, he’d always be anxiously biting his nails, fidgeting with his napkins, or doodling in the notebooks (Remy noted three different ones at least) he brought with him.

Remy was in for a loooong ride but hopefully today he’d finally figure out which of these lucky doofuses is his soulmate.

He walked over to the counter to order his usual drink, giving the familiar barista a nod as the man recognised him,

“Afternoon, Remy,”, the barista smiled, “The usual for our beloved fairy godmother?”

Remy rolled his eyes fondly, “Roman, babes, kindly shut up.”

Roman laughed, “Come now, wouldn’t want you turning into the Evil Queen, would we?”

“Joke’s on you, babes, I like the Evil Queen.”

Roman feigned a dramatic gasp, only returning to making Remy’s usual once he’d secured a smile from the stressed office worker. Remy twirled his lanyard in his hands; Remy Merryweather. Of all names to be cursed with around a Disney fan like the barista, it HAD to be one of the uncool ones. Okay, maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if Roman hadn’t insisted on labelling his drinks with “Flora”, “Fauna”, and “Aurora” ever since. Remy didn’t dwell too long on the kindly barista though, he was a man on a mission. 

Turning his attention to his first choice, Space Cadet, Remy watched him from the table he sat at; no wedding ring, his wrist was covered from sight, and he was most certainly gay going by the pride patches sewn into the backpack under his table. Perfect, he could just be the one.

As if on cue, Space Cadet shifted his watch and frowned. Perhaps he’d get lucky-

Ah, he’s leaving. Shit. Well, there was nothing else for it, Remy carefully nudged the trashcan by his seat as the man walked past, tripping him. The man let out a yelp and hit the floor. Remy was just getting up to help him when Anxiety Magnet came hurrying over out of the blue, 

“You alright?! That looked painful....”

What the fuck. Remy was about to speak up when Space Cadet locked eyes with Anxiety Magnet and for a moment the two were silent as the latter checked his timer, prompting the former to do the same. 

Son of a bitch.

Space Cadet sat up and reached a hand out to Anxiety Magnet, revealing that his timer had just stopped.

“Logan Baird, charmed to meet you, dear soulmate.”, he smiled warmly at the anxious man who helped him to his feet.

“Likewise,”,the anxious man responded, “Virgil Peyton. Nice to know my soulmate’s so handsome.”

Ugh. Remy watched as Space Cadet and Anxiety Magnet - or Logan and Virgil as he was now painfully aware - gathered up the fallen books and left together to go be happy and in love. While Remy could only watch as they did so. 

Fantastic. Well, at least he knew who his soulmate must be now. Who knew Dog Guy would be the top dog? Admittedly, Dog Guy was Remy’s last choice in a partner, but hey, after all the trouble he went to, he wasn’t about to argue with fate. Once Roman brought him his order - an iced, Ristretto, ten shot venti, with five pumps of vanilla, seven pumps of caramel, four packs of Splenda, and a sprinkle of cinnamon on top with “Prince Phillip” written on the cup this time - Remy made his way over to the lucky fellow.

“Excuse me, mind if I sit here?”, Remy asked as he approached the Dog Guy. 

The man smiled warmly, “Oh, not at all, kiddo! Hope you don’t mind my dog or things might get ruff!“. The joke made Remy want to drive his head into the ground at mach speeds, but if they were soulmates, he’d learn to love it. Hopefully. Maybe.

“Like, no worries babes, your dog is totes cute.”, Remy noted the man’s cheerful smile. He sat down and offered his name, “I’m Remy, what about you?”.

“Ah, how rude of me! I’m Patton Fairchild! And this is Foster!”, he gestured to the collie, “It’s nice to meet you Remy!”. Maybe this guy wasn’t so bad of a choice after all; he's bubbly, friendly, gentle, and Remy truly couldn’t deny the sexy lumberjack appeal.

“Likewise, though I hope I’m not intruding on anything here. Like, I don’t wanna take up your time if you’re here on a date or-”

“Goodness no, I’m not on a date! Don’t you worry, you’re not interrupting anything!”, he assured Remy.

“That’s good, I wouldn’t wanna get in the way of you and your soulmate, sweetie.”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,”, Patton stated, sending Remy’s hopes soaring before they shattered on the marble floor, “I don’t have one. I mean, I love love and all that, but I never much felt the lure of it myself!”

God. Fucking. Dammit.

Remy’s face fell. None of them were his soulmate. He stayed to talk to Dog Guy- Patton for a while so as not to make the poor guy feel awkward, then watched him leave. Another failure with not enough time left to find his soulmate. Remy sat alone, sipping the dregs of his order. He ignored the constant texts from the office as he stayed til near closing time. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have not paid attention when his timer hit zero? Maybe he deserved this; to be miserable and alone for his negligence. His soulmate probably wasn’t even missing him either. Or maybe they were and now they couldn’t find him-

“Mind if I sit here?”

Remy rolled his head towards Roman, taking in the sweet sympathy pouring from his rather lovely smile. In his hand he held a to-go cup and his work apron was replaced with a red and white letterman jacket. Great, now he was keeping the charming barista from going home. But when had Remy ever cared about not being selfish?

“Sure, take a fuckin’ seat, babes.“, he groaned, no longer caring about keeping up the facade of being more put together than he really was. Roman sat down with a concerned gaze and slowly slid the drink over to Remy.

“It’s green tea. It’s a little less extravagant than your usual tastes, but it’s good for relieving stress..”

Roman encouragingly tapped the cup lid, smiling contagiously, “And something tells me the Evil Queen has some tension she needs to release.”

Remy gave a slightly bitter laugh as he looked up from playing eye-contact-chicken with the table and noted the green tea read “Maleficent”. God, this guy’s such a dork.

“It’s more than just some tension, sweetie,”, Remy began, inhaling sharply as he sat up, “I’ve just realised I’m never going to find my soulmate. I was stupid. I wasn’t thinking and the moment I looked away, I missed him.”. The half-snort he gave came out so much more painful than intended, “I let my timer hit zero, babes, and now it’s almost been a full week. My last three chances just walked out the goddamn door. Two of them as fucking soulmates, Roman! How unfair is that?-”

Roman’s expression gave him pause. It wasn’t the sympathetic expression from before, more like he was seeing Remy for the first time. Like he’d made a cosmic realisation that was about to change his life.

“Your timer… when did yours stop exactly?”, he asked. The wording gave Remy pause as he realised. 

He hadn’t accounted for Roman. How could he have been so blind? Perhaps he couldn’t believe the charming barista could be the one. Perhaps he thought the man who smiled genuinely at him every day while he whittled down potential soulmates and greeted him with only the kindest of regards was too good for someone like him.

“It… stopped on Wednesday-”

“Around 2:15 pm? During the lunchtime rush?!”, Roman cut in excitedly. Remy was aghast as Roman pulled back the wrist of his letterman and revealed a stopped timer about as faded as Remy’s. With no hesitation, anticipation growing, Roman gently reached for Remy’s hand, which the latter offered enthusiastically. To their mutual delight, their timers disappeared, proving that they were indeed soulmates.

Both were stunned, Roman’s expression wildly happy, his brown eyes sparkling with equal elation and adoration. As Remy took in his gorgeous tanned skin, beautiful mocha hair, and that wonderful chiseled face he had the growing urge to caress and litter with kisses, all he could say in the moment was,

“Does this mean you’ll finally spell my fucking name right?”

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This one was so much fun to write! I think this is the one piece of writing where I mostly nailed Remy’s character, so I hope this one does well TTvTT @tsshipmonth2020

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: Miraculous World: New York

(The following review contains spoilers, and if you would like to not be spoiled, I would recommend watching the episode before reading)

(I had to pause a LOT to get through this special)

-Oh s*** Cosmo bug and Astro Noir. That is so cool.

-Okay maybe its my audio, but their voices seem a bit deeper. No big, just something I noticed.

-Okay the yellow flower was cute. Good on you kitty.

- Also, side note. This is very nice animation. Very crisp.

- Marinette is moving on... kinda. Well, she is trying. Its not easy getting over someone you have a thing for. I guess that means Miracle Queen did happen and I will need to suck it up. But.... I am not moving on yet either.

- The puppet show was perfection. And honestly on par with what you would expect from middle school projects. (I almost thought it was the adults showing them and was like WTF)

-BACK THE F***. Madame Bustier is PREGNANT! PREGNANT?! I am so lost? What is the story!? Who is the father! Is she married? Is it artificial insemination! Is it the principal?

-Adrien so moved by Marinette’s outburst of Friendship. Marinette ‘Just a friend’ Dupain-Cheng is going the Tia Gardner method of friendship. Lol

-Marinette ready to fight and Gabriel just like ‘Yea sure whatever’ (Gabriel’s smile murders puppies)

- Kagami trying to cheer adrien up. If you love adrigami, get that juice. (That looked like a kiss kiss, but the angle seemed off, so I am not counting it that way.)

- Kitty Clicker is wonderful. This entire scene is gold.

-  Gorrilla doesnt like planes, poor baby

- Plagg, you are a devious little s***. I love you so much. As a writer, his dialogue on how to convince adrien is so devilish its amazing. Using technicalities to tempt adrien.

-Lukanette shippers get your juice... even if it was still tainted a bit by Adrien inclusion. You still get a kiss.

- Okay, can we appreciate that Adrien is also having the same amount of trouble as Marinette moving on, but also include Guilt into the equation? I love this because you KNOW Chat noir is going to get an ear full later.

-Marinette has totally moved on from Adrien.... Oh my poor sweet little girl. You havent. You havent even a little. This ride is litterally the reverse of Startrain and its amazing. Alya is NOT helping. Also, give the person that drew Marinette’s Daydreams a f***ing raise. They earned it

-Marinette pulling herself OUT of the situation. Now adrien is slightly bummed out. Well i am sure that this is the last awkward experience with Adrien she will have. It isnt like the two of them will get lost in NY together... thats whats gonna happen isnt it?

-Marinette walking past all the couples sleeping together. JULROSE GET YOUR JUICE!!!

-Ah yes, nothing like watching the sunset with your good friend. Yes, you good pal, Adrien. Who is Just a friend. Wow, the realization that Marinette used the word friend in this movie more times then Adrien did in the entire series so far. (Or at the very least close)

- Adrien, STOP! Marinette is trying to move on from you! Stop making it so damn difficult for her. (I am not serious, i am eating this s*** up like Sushi)

-Nino confirms he loves Adrien. ADRINO COME GET YOUR JUICE! But yea, I feel alya and Nino’s pain. So they are going to help them both.

-Adrienette hugs. Yes, good.

-And thank goodness for Techno Pirate! Saving everyone from awkwardness by trying to bring down a plane... thats heading for NY...

-OH SWEET! BATMAN RIP OFF AND Captain Marvel rip off! And their sidekicks, Robin rip off and... Medusa girl? Okay Neat.

-Jokes aside, Majestia and Night Owl are boss as hell.

-Wow, I know that Ladybug and Chat noir got powerups now. But these United Heroes make their powers look so bland in comparison.

-Get rekt France!

-ADRIEN! DONT USE YOUR PHONE ON AN AIRPLANE! Well, unless he is using the in flight wifi, then he good.

-How come New York has a f*** ton of superheroes in this universe? America really gets all the cool stuff regardless of what fictional universe your in.

- Why are the superheroes so keen on watching over Marinette’s class? Do they know? Do they know Marinette and Adrien are there? Or is it like they just want to prevent an international incident. PLEASE LET IT BE THE LATER.

- I have only had Aeon for 15 seconds and I would violently murder anyone who harms her.

-Oh my Sabrina! GET YOURSELF AN AMERICAN BOY! ... And Chloé is going to ruin the fun. Oof tough break roomies.

-The entire class! I cant even! Not even a second after the door closes they out to party on the roof!

-Aeon, “See? They are made for eachother!”

- Damn, now that’s some guitar playing! Plus Her design is boss as heck. America really just has better versions of EVERYTHING.

-American boy basically snuck in to see Sabrina! GET IT GIRL!

-HOTDOG SUPERHERO! WITH MAGIC HOTDOGS!!!!!! BEST NEW YORK EVER!

-Nino and Alya be tag teaming this!

-Wow Zag, you stuffing me full of Adrinette goodness. Gorilla is a beautiful sunflower.

- Marinette and Adrien havent been in the US 24 hours and they already have two shippers of them. Also, what do doors have against them?

-Jess is Shipping it too hard. “Lets put them in danger!”

-Jess is having way too much fun with this.

-Hawkmoth akumatizing an actual Super villain. FINALLY!

- “Wouldn’t you rather have an Atomic Bomb?” I love Techno pirate.

-”Super Heroes should never use their powers for personal gain.”  Hmmm I wonder how this will back fire on everyone involved.

-”OH S*** HE STOLE THEIR CANNONS! BOOM GOES THE CANNONS!”

-Okay, I take back what I said, these heroes need some Miraculous asap.

- Ladybug is 100% justified in being angry with Chat Noir. It is his fault.

-AEON!!!! NO!!!!!!! Okay, guess i have to kill that techno pirate, and Chat noir

-MAJESTIA IS F***ING PISSED! WRECK HIM MAJESTIA!

- Seems they really hammering it in that Chat noir f***ed up. They right though, but at least Ladybug isnt angry enough to agree that Chat noir should give up his miraculous to some rando. FLEEING FROM THE LAW!

-So lucky charm can only fix damage due to specific villains. It cant fix things when the villain is gone or they are out of range. I always knew it had limitations, but damn. Chat noir REALLY screwed the pooch on this one.

-Adrien no! Oh s***! He cant just... I mean.... He can but...

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-Gabriel stole the Eagle! The Kwami of Freedom. The irony is so delicious here.

- So night Owl and Sparrow are both chick with Masculine superhero appearances. Thats actually pretty damn smart, great way to keep people off their identity.

-Welp, i am depressed. Adrien doesnt have Plagg.

-EVEN THE PRESIDENT IS A SUPER HERO! AMAZING!

- So an akumatized person can USE A MIRACULOUS WHILE AKUMATIZED! WHAT THE F*** THATS AWESOME. Also why didnt catalyst do that?

-Gabriel actually getting adrien out of there while before s*** hits the fan. That is actually kind of a decent parenting move. Granted he is going to cause it, but appreciate it.

-Marinette the bike thief is back! And she is an international criminal!

- She tried so hard. Welp I am glad that Marinette is clearly over... actually no. This trip made that clear.

-Liberation, Wow. That is the most American power I have ever seen. I LOVE IT.

- Okay, so I never thought i would say this. maybe there is such a thing as too much freedom? Or at least Freedom that lets you impede on Other people’s freedoms.

- I know what Zag is up to, and it is working. I want a tv series Of Jess and Aeon. They are wonderful.

-So Majestia can casually move the moon. Yea, thats amazing and terrifying! I love her.

-Quantum masking! So there is a glamor effect! I knew it! So Aeon knows who ladybug and Chat noir are.

-DID I F***ING MENTION I WOULD MURDER FOR AEON!

-aeon will never see Tikki or plagg. Thats so sad.

-At least Adrien learned an important lesson.

-Cute LADYNOIR REUNION

-The was clever, using the keychain

- Eagle jess is epic.

-and Majestia can catch missles. Considering she can move the moon. Not surprising.

-OH DAMN, Night owl and Sparrow are LEGACY HEROES! Thats like the Phantom, Or like Jojo.

-That was sweet of Marinette and the class.

-Oh so the guardian of those miraculous came back to claim it.

-But now sounds like the set up for a new series.

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Overall, I did greatly enjoy this movie. Though there were times i wanted to know more, and times I wanted to know less. I know this takes place sometime during season 4, but the exact time is vague. It did tell a really cool story. It felt like a three episode saga combined into one. It was kind of interesting. And damn the drama was higher.

I give it a 7.5/10.

I would rate it up there with my favorite ML episodes.

[es05l2k5sl]

I'll never understand why WB had to redesign the Batcast for the new Bat adventures. Some characters took getting used to. But as for the villains, I'm roasting they asses cus they're ugly. Can't change my mind.

These Oswalds together look like 2 different people bruh. But we're here to talk about new Oswald. This Wimpy x Olive Oyl fusion snoody looking ass bitch. I'd like his outfit if it didn't have that lazy drawned bow tie looking like 2 triangles glued together & those fake ass MJ gloves. Also when tf did he have 10 fingers in dis universe? Also fuck that hair. Rocking a balding Mullet like ponytail before. Now it's just a boring cut down. Got dat snooty ass bitch look on face like his bird shit don't be stinking. I'll rock tf out u. Lookin like a whole ass Looney character or sum mf from the 30s.

Wot da fuck dey got Selena wearing here? Sis looking like a whole ass alien. Kid vs Kat looking ass bish. And her skin white af too? Did sis fall in some damn Joker acid too? Sis whole lower face is white as shit! Dat shit paler than crack. Like sis got the white slapped outta her and she just turned whiter. Das probably what happened. Her ass probably got on my mans Bruce last nerves one night and got da shit backslapped out her ass.

So my dude Matthew got turned a different color pal & got his neck privileges revoked? Lazy af but not the worst revamp.

You kno that meme: "upgrade, upgrade, FUCK GO BACK!"? Dis pre much sums up Jonathan here. My mans jus looks so dirty here. Looking straight outta da trash bin. Like literally dirty. Nasty ass teeth probably got dat hot ass breath blowing thru them bitches. Das a real fear toxin right there. Long ass black as shit dirty ass hair. Tryna copy off my girl from the ring w dat shit. Need to take dat dirty ass wig and mask and Amish hat tf off my dude. It is not rocking you. Dat whole worn out trashy ass outfit ain't working for you either hoe. You need to take yo ass a bath bitch cus your arms looking brown and ashy as a bitch. You can not even THINK about borrowing anything from me w yo dirty creepy stalker lookin ass. If you don't put down that damn stick like yo ass need help walking and shit I oughtta bitch ya ass with the shit fo going around dressed like dis. Take that damn rope off your neck bitch fo I do something Bruce won't do.

Bruh, you can not go up to my face and tell me these niggas are the same person in the same mofucking universe! Jervis What da fuck did they DO TO YOU MY N**GA?? N**ga looking like a damn leprechaun with special needs and shit. Rocking all dat dookie green swag but you got no swag anymore my dude. It's shit like you clothes and yo breath! Yo shits wasn't perfect and white before but them hoes looking hella worse now. What you get drinking all that damn tea my n**ga. Ol Tiny ass n**ga. Like wot. HOW?! HOW TF DID YO ASS SHRINK??? LIKE SOMEBODY TOSSED YOU ASS IN A LAUNDRY DRYER AND PROBABLY FORGOT TO TAKE YO STUPID ASS OUT. PROBABLY WHY YO HAIR WHITE AND SMALL AS SHIT YA UGLY ASS LUCKY CHARMS LOOKING ASS CRACK FEENY. If you don't hop yo ass back under a rainbow with dem skinny ass broken heel lookin ass tap dancing shoes.

Victor, bruh, they dem did yo ass so dirty in the new adventures. I ain't gonna lie that new suit kinda ok. But you looking like a whole skeleton and shit. Lookin like a young Palpatine & shit. Ol Frisky dingo looking ass! Need to put those goggles back on. The least yo (spoiler) 2003 Baxter Stockman ass can do now.

Yo ass probably looking mad as shit cus ya can't jack it no more n**ga. Dats all gon now. Long with yo unloyal ass wife. How tf she gon bounce on you after everything you did for her? After all the years and bull you had to put up with & she leave yo cold ass for another nibba? Fuck DCAU Nora. Just fuck her.

Scarface lookin like a damn Fanboy & Chum Chum character & his boy over here lookin like Chode. Next.

UUUUUUUUUUGGGHHHHHGG.

Just. UAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHH. Bruh I will never understand who tf thought this shit was a good idea?! Like who the fuck, was drawing dis nigga. Drew DIS Sus af shit. LOOKED at dis shit. And said to deyself: "Yeah dats da Riddler aight". HELL TO THE NAH DAT AIN'T NO DAMN DAS A (dick) FIDDLER! HE LOOKIN SUS AS FUCK NOW WITH THEM TIGHT AS GREEN SPANDEX AND THAT DARK AS HELL EYELINER. Looking like gay Christmas elf! Looking like a gay ass ballay dancer with them Spider Gwen ballerina shoes. You can't dance for shit nigga! Yo shit is SOOO DAMN TIGHT like I can get a good sight and shape picture of yo "Question mark" I'm telling y'all. sSSSUUUSSSSSSS. Looking like a bigasss lima bean. Skinny ass Jack skeleton moFucka. Like. They did my boy Eddy so freakin dirty with this. My mans had class, style, a nice look, HAIR. Now he. Whateverthelivingfuckdisbaldasspeterpanlookinmofuckasupposestobe. And i hate how that's how he did be lookin in almost every new Batverse when why tho? Nigg(m)a look stupid as hell. How tf he expect to be tooken seriously dressed and lookin like dis ? If I saw dis fucker in real life and he threatens me, imma laugh at his ass and beat him with his cane. Get ya Richard from Allen Gregory looking ass away from me. I can't!

Bruh it don't look that much but they did my mans Harvey dirty too. LOOK AT MY MANS FACE. good half i mean. Yall nigs kno. THESE MUHFUCKERS STRIPPED HIM OF HIS PRETTYNESS! Man. Dis version of Harvey was a pretty muhfucka. You can't deny dat shit

Even when he became Two-Face he still got dat 1 side of pretty.  And that deep af panty soaking voice to go along w it. He dat half and half package. 

Now HE LOOK LIKE DIS

WHOEVER TF DID DIS NEED DEY ASS WHOOPED! SQUARE TF UP NOW. NIGGA LOOKS LIKE EYEBROWLESS VERSION OF DOC FROM SECRET SATURDAYS. FAT ASS BLOCK NOSE MUH FUCKA.  His eye looks like traingle with a Nike logo on top of it. Lookin like a poorly drawn Dwayne The Rock Johnson. And ya other half ain't lookin that good either. Dat 1 eyebrow putting Helga Pataki to shame! I mean the shit didn't look good before but it was somewhat tamed, now the shit looking like full grownass caterpillar. And that lip black as hell. Kno that side dirty as fuuhck!

I don't even know what tf I'm sposed to say about DIS except (kinky..)

Angelica pickles looking ass. Bigass blonde captain coconut looking ass hairstyle. Looking like a blonde creepy ass Wednesday Adams. Dem black as fuck Kim possible lips. She actually looking like a family guy character with that bigass head and small body. I SWEAR she ded looking like one of Stewie's ex's right now my dude! Got  tiny ass flat ass guitar chip shoes. Looks like sis wearing fucking Zippers as shoes. Sis got that "i got something planned fo yo ass" smile. Sis look like she plotting something or did some evil shit already.

. . .

Bros I'm sorry but I'm just as confused as you like. I can't find a single thing different about Harley. Like literally nothing. Her makeup at night be looking blue sometimes, looking like a fakeass Livewire, but nah. They didn't even touch homegirl. Why tf is Harley the only character that stayed the same?????! Niggas was playing favorites. They had plans for that ass since day one. They was probs like: "Aye y'all. DO NOT TOUCH HARLEY. SHE STAYS THE SAME!" "why?" "JUST LISTEN TO ME BITCH!" "Wha bout her mans?" "Oh hell yeah fuck his shit up!" ...sigh.. Yep. It's that time...

UaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHH what else is dere to be said about dis ugly ass nigga? Dis nigga look like Yakko Warner & Freakazoid's love child! Dis nigga look like a random Tiny toons or Animaniac character! With that dookie green shirt and flower. You and Riddler's gay ass both matching them Dexter's laboratory Gloves. Why tf yo eyes eyes black as fuck tho?! How tf does one do that to theyself?! Yo ass probably snorted some shit and ya shits expanded and that's prolly yo pupils with ya cracked out ass. Nigga don't even look like a clown no more. Hell Jared Leto Joker atleast had the lipstick down. Dis nigga got dem ashy ass lips hanging out. Nigga think he owning too. Nigga you don't own shit! Broke as hell now. And yo design broke too. Joker? Man more like Broker. Got dat fairly odd parents hair. Got that Cosmo and Wanda in one. Like bitch if you don't. Just like Riddler i can not take yo animaniac looking ass serious. You do not scare me bitch! Bye!

Now see dis? DIS is Aight! A lot more fitting and & faithful to the character. No over the fucking top redesign, you can actually tell it's the same damn character as before, a little bit of swag for personality

So that's the tea. Ivy & Croc are the only good rogue redesigns in the whole series, evBody else ugly as shit.