#there’s the big group who’s from this story I plan to make into a comic (who’s knows when that’ll happen tho)

[narenohate]

the reckless, the wild youth (WIP)

(since eda and raine's backstory is so different in this AU, i'm pondering a comic about the two of them and just how and why it went so wrong) (infodump.... ramble?? ig down there + design notes on how my progress is going with this project)

Seb's design notes: anyways i've been dancing with the idea of making canis caninam's witches more animalistic. because yeah im just having fun at this point. bonus, sphynx / owl beast design. i'm not a big fan of her canon design, and it's not because i think she's scary.

my current inspo for the witch faces is a mix of good ol' na'vi 3d models, deerchip's s work (they're on twitter!!) and olya bossak's anthropomorphic portraits!! i didn't just want them to be elves who purr, tbh... though more and more as i post this i'm kind of hoping to get harrassed off the fandom for my weird ideas and "forced" to make this into an original story.

ramble on story derived from conversation with Bow (idea beta tester, victim of the circumstances of my hyperfixation, beautiful white hetero man who got here by accident). IT'S A ROUGH, UNEDITED DRAFT. PARTS OF IT ARE DIRECTLY FROM A CONVERSATION. IT'S ROUGH. Eda is born to the Clawthorne family - daughter of Gwendolyn, a healer, and Dell, a toy maker who married into her clan as to escape the hardships of living outside the barrier, amidst bestial demons... and probably something else, smart enough to scare him into hiding, though that usually goes unsaid. She is one of a pair of twins, and, for the first fourteen suns, eleven moons and twenty-nine sundowns of their lives they are inseparable.

It's their fifteenth birthday when Dell gives them an old grimmoire that has been in his family for centuries. Some of its words have been altered with the years, rewritten and repaired by generations, their meaning lost - symbols re-drawn from memory with each unfortunate accident.

Lilith partakes in that tradition - having to repair a page of a long-winded wild-spell meant to be cast by a powerful warlock, after she spills some tea on it.

that night, the two set out to camp with a group of their friends -hyacinth, a selk nobleman who, despite his young age, served under belos as his huntsmaid and personal cook, and his apprentice, darius, a prodigy who'd already been branded for a coven, and who'd been personally selected by belos to be a companion for the golden-haired boy who'd earned his favor.

and, of course, trailing slightly behind, raine whispers. their glasses are foggy and they already smell like the alcohol they brought to the party.

nobody leaves the outermost wall to camp these days, of course, so the bunch of them settle in an abandoned park, before doing as teenagers do when provided alcohol, and getting plastered.

at some point, eda, raine and hyacinth get into an argument of some kind - one that results in eda opening the grimmoire she brought along, and going along with the plan she'd nearly abandoned: using her rudimentary knowledge of the old tongue the tome was written in, she makes a circle out of salt around herself, and reads the spell.

its words are all wrong. whatever she summons she angers, and, at first, nothing happens.

then, as she and raine lay together on her hammock the afternoon after the party and the tiny backyard camping "trip", eda falls ill.

it was fever and it was vomiting. then the lining of her stomach, then her gums and her teeth and her tongue. her skin sagged and it was like she was all liquid inside it.

raine slept by her bedside, singing to calm her down whenever she awoke. lilith laid in the old manor's basement, endlessly brewing potion after potion to try and quell the pain that refused to ebb away.

darius and hyacinth did not go to belos - instead they were stopped at the door by the clawthorne patriarch, and with his help, took a griffin out of the city, found an old thing. it called itself queen of bats, and it was made of wood, and it knew dell very well.

the three give her the griffin, and spend four sunsets and three sunrises walking back with their prize - it's a living tether, a wooden owl dell had made as a toy for his daughter when she was very young. filled with the griffin's soul, it was given by its enchantress the mission of tethering its holder.

they arrive to a burning house. darius and dell don't speak of it, but the only time they both see the emperor is when they deliver his selk concubine's mutilated carcass at the throne room, laid at his feet like an offering.

dell lost one eye to his daughter, the other eye and both hands to the emperor.

raine was gone to everyone except the thing that eda had become, a sphynx that spared their life for the price of their song. they land atop a rocky cliffface, a few miles away from the outer border of the bonesborough wall - soon, something finds them.

the owl her father had carved for her followed eda, and raine became sure, at that moment, that she wasn't lost.

lilith and darius compensated for hyacinth's loss, sitting for years at the foot of the throne as the emperor's guards, until belos found it fit to entrust them both to make for him a new selkie servant - they took hyacinth's old heart, a blue stone that ebbed and flowed, and they took the lungs of a dragon, the innards of a maiden, and all the blood they could get from a seal-devil, along with a tiny fragment of bone that had been strapped to hyacinth's old heart.

they spend day and night putting him together - the rough face of clay mixed with blood, the organs gracefully gifted, the bone.

they bury the sculpture. a boy digs himself out of the dirt while they sleep in the temple, curled up together in a mess of ratty old sheets they'd found.

they name him hunter because he was more demon than boy, but had hyacinth's face, and, though something seemed very wrong, he had somehow killed and dragged in a rat to eat by their side during the time they'd spent asleep.

belos allows the name to stay, and grants them both titles and robes of white, and allows them to mary whomever they wish.

lilith secludes herself to a temple and studies every grimmoire she can, and darius takes on apprentice after apprentice, teaching them how to pull the throat strings of a bard out, and how to best slay a sphynx.

hunter looks just like hyacinth, and, despite how strongly he'd imprinted on his makers, they both hate him from just the look in his eyes.

lilith finds the portraits of every other selk concubine, every other golden guard.

it's always hyacinth's face. meanwhile, raine managed to unearth eda - partially.

they bind her to them, and she remembers very little, but she is undeniably herself, and despite the tragedy of her body, or maybe because of it, she seeks to cause chaos. she embraces the life of a wildling, and raine follows in her stead.

a year passes. then two. three, maybe. probably more, considering everything that comes after. what really matters is that, as raine grows more frantic in their search for something that can help her, occasionally coming in contact with the fragmented clawthorne family's matriarch (before finding her treatments too harsh), all in search for a way to stabilize eda's mind and body...

she accepts that fate she was given.

the system of castes and castings and divisions becomes pointless to her, and she eagerly, easily pushes raine to rebellion by her side. the wards around the walls have nothing against her - usually, griffins and dragons don't fly that high.

raine found gwen's attempts to heal her daughter too much - but at some point, more than a decade after the two set out together, a night after raine settles a chain with a golden ring around her massive paw's wrist, they catch wind, through that shared palisman of theirs, that raine's mother has passed.

they leave eda to sleep atop the church, tail around its tower, and enter it to pray.

they meet someone - a who who dances on the edge of being a what - and, in their grief, bear to her their heart, and are offered a deal in return.

all they want in life, for a price, their mind.

eda wakes up, a moon later, transformed, and with every memory made vague, erased except for vague outlines.

naked but for a wedding ring around her neck, in a dark, low chunk of the city, with the body of a beast, she's seen as exotic enough to work the night for a couple years, as she catches up on a life she lost, and takes the name of a harpy, not knowing she's a clawthorne.

… clawthorne health clinic seems so familiar of a name, though. she jots down their contacts. attends every speech given by darius deammonne, head of the carnomantis force, and often borrows from the library books on forbidden magic written or translated by one lilith clawthorne.

it's not familiar.

she feels like it should be, though. so she digs into it all - never takes the name of clawthorne, but as her social standing falls and she teeters ever closer to living outside the walls, the people around her take to calling her the owl-lady.

she eventually takes to stealing from old homes - the abandoned sort, full of hobs and rats and hexes she can easily bypass, with magic as strong (as well-trained, despite the lack of any memory of schooling) as hers.

there's a farm-house, though, mostly burnt, long ago vacated, that feels very familiar when she enters. she tears up despite not remembering her, when she recognizes her twin's face beside her own in a portrait. in the rubble of a bedroom, a large woven hammock still has an old violin sitting broken on top of its torn fabric.

inside its case, the thing she knows she gave up her memories - or maybe something more - for, sits waiting and patient.

... a key to the human realm. she knows a lot about it, and remembers an unbound fascination.

(her one visit goes very wrong, of course - but she can spy through her palisman's little eye, so it's worth it. it's all worth it.)

meanwhile, raine wakes up, married to a woman whose face is foggy to them, with three apprentices who don't know their name but promise they've been there under them for weeks.

whomever wiped their mind didn't bother to take the human-styled wedding ring off their finger.

[alieinthemorning]

Tired of Us Yet? [Leona Kingscholar]

Content: Fluff, Established Relationship, Happy Birthday Leona!, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None

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After promising to go shopping on the weekend, time seemed to slow down exponentially, as if taunting you. Your first outing with Leona in what felt like forever (it had been a month)! You were so excited that you kinda accidentally made it to the gates about 10 minutes earlier than planned. 

“You’re damn near hoppin’ off the walls. You that excited?” Leona commented as he approached you. 

You hadn’t even noticed that you were rocking on your heels, “Well, duh. It’s been a while since we’ve been out.” 

A frown caught his lips for a moment before he leaned down, pecking your temple. “That’s gonna change, alright?”

“I know.” You were certain Leona would keep his promise.

Shopping for Leona was actually pretty easy. All he really wanted was comfortable furniture to lounge around on and anything else (ie. the decorations) could be left to you, and he didn’t fuss about it.

“At this point, we’re making a glorified fort.” You chuckled, “Not that I’m complaining.”

“So what you’re saying is we should use these big pillows,” He pointed to a comically large orange pillow, “as the floor?”

You plopped down on it. “Hmmm…maybe so? It is pretty comfy!” 

“Oh yeah, you look like you’re on the edge of dreamland there.”

You kinda were. There more you laid here, the more you actually considered using these as a floor for his fort—room.

Ping!

Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you gasped, absolutely shocked at what you saw.

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It was you. Right now, laying on the pillow. Posted to his Magicam. 

You smiled as you stood, “I think we should get at least this one.” You pocketed your phone, then hauled the pillow in the cart with his help. 

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AYOOOOO

ARE Y’ALL OUT ON A DATE RN

“Welcome back, my dear.” Azul greeted you, but his eyes were on Leona. “I see you’ve brought a guest with you this time.”

Leona didn’t respond to the obvious taunt, he simply pulled out his phone, fingers quickly gliding against the screen.

“Don’t, Ashengrotto.” You warned. “Just get us a table.”

“Why, of course, my dear.” His smile widened (you hated that smile) as he led you.

“And stop calling me ‘dear’. I’m clearly with my partner.” 

“Yes, yes.” He waved you off, gesturing at the table that he had chosen for you. “Here you are.”

The table was in the middle of the lounge. You were sure he wanted everyone to get a good view of Leona ignoring you or something. Well, this would be quite the boring show. At least, that’s what you thought, but then a large, boisterous crowd entered the lounge. You glanced at Leona, who was already looking at you with a grin.

Drinks and a show, how lovely.

“I’m sorry, but we’re currently at full capacity, so if you’d be so kind—” Azul attempted to dissuade the group from coming in any further, but—

“Nah, they’re with me.” Leona spoke up.

Azul didn’t even bother to hide the frown. “And as I said, we’re at full capacity—”

“I’ll rent the whole place out for double what it would normally be worth.”

Watching Azul debate with himself over selling out or withholding his morals was fun.

Of course, he sold out in the end when Leona offered to pay triple the price. 

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I’m glad to see the two of you dining together in our establishment, @The_Monstro_Lounge_Offical We hope to see the two of you again soon.

Apparently, Leona wasn’t done with the surprises because one day during lunch while you were standing in line with the other first years, he suddenly appeared, gently removing you from the group. 

“Oi! What are you doing?” Jack reflexively grabbed your arm. The lunch line was a chaotic mess, and if someone stepped out of line even accidentally, they lost their spot and had to take the walk of shame to the back of the line.

“We’re not eating in here, so let go, pup.” You could have sworn there was a bit of a growl at the end of that sentence (but maybe you were imagining it). 

“Oh?” You cut in, easing yourself from Jack. “You cooked for me or somethin’?”

“Ha!” His laugh was sharp, “Nah, you know I can’t cook—since I’m a prince and all. I ordered out.” 

Your eyes lit up. “What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

Of course, the little lunch date was set up in the botanical garden. It looked like he had gotten some help from the fairies that managed it with the set-up, and even to give you two some privacy. You popped a bit of your favorite dish in your mouth, almost tearing up at the burst of flavor. 

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AND YOU COULDNT HAVE SHARED????

JackAttack commented on Leona_Kingscholar_Official post

Wow. Okay.

0rth0_2.0 commented on Leona_Kingscholar_Official post

I am very happy for the two of you! However, if something bad happens, just know that I’ll be there! :)

“Party’s here, but I’m pretty sure you ain’t here—” Ace stopped short, brain short-circuiting at what he was seeing. 

And Deuce followed suit. “Quiet as usual—huh?” 

There in the lounging in the lounge was you, Grim and Leona. But that wasn’t the weirdest part. No, the weirdest part was the fact that you were laying on top of Leona (which wasn’t all that weird) and Grim was lying on top of you (once again, not weird), but like Grim was laying on top of you who was laying on top of Leona which was weird. 

However, once Grim caught sight of them, he scrambled out of your grasp, which woke both you and Leona up. 

“Save me!” He scrambled behind Ace. “They’ve been holding me here hostage for hours now!” 

“We’ve literally been asleep for maybe an hour. What are you talking about, Grim?”

“I didn’t ask for a front row seat to all of this!” He gestured widely at the two of you before jumping onto Ace’s shoulders. “Let’s go! Before they kiss or something!”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t—OH MY GOD—EWWWW!”

You were caught off guard just as much as Deuce was. You knew Leona was cheeky, but you didn’t expect him to kiss you in front of your friends like that (not that you really minded a kiss from him). He didn’t let you go until the front door slammed shut, and when he did, you knew it was only for a moment. 

Oh well, at least you didn’t have an audience anymore.

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Y’all are literally like that one couple that everyone is rooting for, but also finds annoying. 

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THIS IS THE GREAT GRIM AND I CAN CONFIRM THAT THEYRE SUPER ANNOYING

“It’s that time again, My King.”

“Time for you to say that you’re tired of me?”

You lightly slapped his arm, earning a chuckle from him. “Of course not.” You cupped his face, making it meet yours that had moved closer. “It’s time for me to remind you that I am so deeply in love with you.” 

He closed the distance, capturing your lips. “Right backatcha. I’m actually more in love with you than you are with me.” 

“So it’s a contest now?” You kissed him again. “How do we decide a winner?”

“I can think of a few ways”

“Well, the two of you are gonna have to wait until later.” Someone stopped the two of you from going any further.

Leona sighed. “Always coming in at the right moments, aren’tcha Bucchi?” 

“Shishishi…but nah, for real y’all are really gonna have to wait to do all of that later.” 

You smirked. “What? Tired of us yet, Ruggie?” 

“I wanna say, yeah, but the pay is too good, so I’ll just smile and nod.” He did neither. 

“Alright,” Leona straighten himself then pulled you into his lap. “Let’s get this over with.” 

“‘Course the two of you are gonna be difficult till the very end.” Ruggie shook his head, but begun his repot nonetheless, not like he could do anything anyway. 

The two of you wouldn’t listen to anyone, but each other, at this point. 

Now and forever. 

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In front of my salad? On god? I deserve a raise. 

King_Leona_Kingscholar_Official replied to TheRuggieBucchi

Get used to it.

Sunset_Savana_Sovereign_Official replied to TheRuggieBucchi

On god. And we’ll do it again. Shenan once to shenan again. 

LISTEN HERE STINK! IT MAY BE YOUR BIRTHDAY, BUT THIS

THIS WAS NOT NECESSARY

GRIM PITY?

ALL MY KEYS

GONE

AHYUK! I SEE IT!

THE DOOR TO DARKNESS

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[irontragedyreview]

I was waiting for the official translation of this chapter because I wanted to know what meaning they were going to give to this phrase and since I don't know Japanese the most accurate thing I will get is the official translation.

At first I was going to take just Shoto's panel but in the end I decided to also take the previous one because the phrase "there's sure to be a period of chaos the books don't talk about", this phrase plus the way Shoto talks about the lack of a symbol and how a person like Afo born or emerges from them, it’s something that left me thinking and a little uneasy, because while I understand what Shoto says, it makes me wonder how much these kids know about their history.

What I'm trying to get is that the concept of Horikoshi's pre-Quirk society isn’t original, in fact it can be found literally in the X-Men comics, I would even say that you don't even have to go to the comics, The X-Men movies of the early 2000s showed us the pre-quirk society of bnha, the first scene of that movie is Jean Gray speaking in front of Congress against the anti-mutant registry, throughout this debate the question that makes Jean's words lose power is "Are mutants dangerous?", the question itself is unfair because Jean answers is that everything has the potential to be dangerous, even a teenager driving a car, the reply is that those cases can be regulated but mutants are an unknown and therefore a danger as they can’t be controlled. The original trilogy has this presentation to a society fearful of mutants, the end of the trilogy is the invention of a cure against the X gene, which is discovered through the experimentation of a mutant child (Chisaki arc). This is later taken up in the films that focus on being prequels, in X-Men days of future past where we meet Dr. Trask whose introduction is him explaining how the evolutionary chain of the human being was, how those more evolved ended exterminated their less evolved ancestors, the mutants here are the next evolutionary step and all those born without the X gene are the least evolved, who in Trask's words will only follow the same path as their ancestors before.

Now, whoever reads this will say "why is this story important and what does it have to do with Shoto's words?" Well, it's that Shoto's words, plus the panel that refers to those events that are outside the books, they make me wonder how the UA students know history, because they live in a society where the supremacy of the quirk is what is imposed, they didn’t live in first stages and we know little or nothing about how this stage is told to the generations that followed. Afo, Yoichi, Kudo and Bruce were born in the first glimpses of quirk society, however there is something that is interesting and that is that Kudo doesn’t represent a front against discrimination to people with quirks, they were a revolutionary army againts Afo, Yoichi himself never thinks about the discrimination and mistreatment of quirk people in the society in which he grew up, which is incredibly strange considering that he witnessed his brother killing a group that planned to kill them for recognizing that Afo belonged to that new generation of people. The pre-Quirk society carried out practices of discrimination and perhaps even death of people they considered dangerous, the majority of quirkless people in the old society were terrified of the quirks and their response was to attack the unknown. Ofc, we can only talk about Japan since we don't know what happened throughout the world, from what we can see the glowing baby was not considered dangerous in China, or perhaps there were certain quirks that were less inconvenient than others but in Japan we can see that there were groups against people with quirks.

Now, returning to Shoto's words, the big problem of the society in which Afo was born is not the lack of symbols, the chaos of pre-Quirk society was based on fear and discrimination of an unknown other. The times after the first stages are unknown to all readers, we only know what Horikoshi said, we also know that the society where Toshinori grew up and decided to become a symbol of peace was also very different. All Might is presented to us in the manga as the first symbol not only of peace but also as the first symbol of society, although Banjo is one of the first group of heroes who aren’t what we know as vigilantes (please correct me if I'm wrong). ), it isn’t until All Might and his long career that the society of heroes as we know it now is consolidated. All Might is the symbol and only pillar where this society stands and that explains how weak a symbol that shapes society can be, because once AM can no longer act as such, that is when society breaks down. In the movie Catching Fire there is a very interesting conversation between Snow and Katniss, where Snow tells her that Katniss' behavior cannot be ignored, because if people thought they could face the Capitol without fear, eventually the system would collapse and Katniss responds "what a fragile system if it collapses because of a few berries"

With all this I’m trying to say that having a symbol or not does not end up being a factor of true stability, AM or rather Toshinori renounced every aspect of his personal life to become the symbol of peace and bear the weight of society, but his figure was the only thing that kept society in order, the symbol of peace was fragile and only hid a broken and corrupt society, this isn’t AM's fault, the problem is that when Shoto talks about the lack of a symbol doesn’t finish internalizing that society with a symbol didn’t work either, because the symbol was only represented in a man and when he could no longer take his place, Endevor could have been the number one hero but he isn’t a symbol at the level of AM, no hero could fill that place.

So, is it the lack of symbol that allows chaos to be generated? Or is the function of a symbol to create stability? What happens when the symbol is more revolutionary and generates chaos or confrontation? This is where I may sound controversial but Afo could have been a symbol for the people he "helped", in a twisted way he was a symbol of refuge for people who were rejected and found with him a place to belong or even a solution to be found, someone that could take away the quirk that made them different in that society, Tomura is a symbol for those who didn’tt fit into society, we saw that when in the previous chapters he said that he wanted to be the hero of the villains, when we saw panels of people who said "Yes, Shigaraki destroys everything", Spinner is a symbol for the discrimination of heteromorphs even though Horikoshi neglected the issue.

So, in bnha there are symbols, the problem is that the heroes lost the symbol that gave stability to the society that they know, the society was sustained by covering its problems and creating its villains through the rejection and indifference of those who didn’t fit. The society of pre-quirks didn’t become chaos due to the lack of symbols but due to the systematic mistreatment of a minority where fear led to violence, Afo knew how to take advantage of those expelled at the time. It’s for all this that I wonder how much the UA students know about history and the formation of society, of course there could have been sides represented, for example like Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr, who could be symbols in that pre-quirk society but these wouldn’t have avoided chaos, since it’s formed by the discrimination of others considered different. The society of heroes in bnha doesn’tt need a symbol embodied in a person, it isn’t the lack of a symbol that generates chaos but the system, symbols can often be functional to the perpetuation of the same, instead of corrections to their shortcomings.

[capybonara]

The Zorca and their Migration Routes

Brain zoomies strike again but I wanted to add visual aid to these particular bits of story that have been running in my brain. Putting it all under a cut FOLLOW ME!

Spring: Lanayru Sea

Taking the events going on in @werewolfsister's comic, the relationship between the Domain and the Zorca have grown. Sardon, Cironus, Kaska ,and sometimes little Kaso, have become frequent visitors while their pod remains out in the bay and ocean area.

The water ways allowed Sardon and Cironus to get into all sorts of trouble when they were younger.

When they were just starting to test the limits of how far they could go from their pod, and small enough not to alarm other hyrulian races(mistaken for slightly taller zora boys) They came upon Kakariko Village by chance and during the late hours of the night raided a pumpkin patch and devoured everything. Not knowing they were the reason the present day Olkin is so protective of them. Maybe one day they can go back and make amends somehow…

The end of spring marks their next journey along with their big courting event!

Summer: Akkala Sea

As spring comes to a close, other pods start to converge in Lanayru so they can all make the trip together to Akkala. The main reason for this is for their courting event called Turning the Wheel. Which is a metaphor for life and death cycles, as well as their destination, the Rist Peninsula!

The younger zorca who are of age participate in a race to get to the end of the spiral at Rist Peninsula. But it's less about who gets there first and more about who they end up racing side by side with ("the treasure is the friends you make along the way!"). Older zorca take their time because they're socializing with old friends and previous partners. Those who participate in the game usually arrive a day earlier before the main group.

The pairings can come about unexpectedly! A zorca may hit it off with someone as they race. Or it can be planned, where partners agree to race together. There's no shame for anyone reaching the end without a partner though as they can try next season.

Non-zorca partners are allowed to participate in this event as well. Couples don't have to finish the race either, if they want to, they can break away and join the slower group, or head off together for more private entertainments. But a many enjoy reaching the end because once the entire group reaches the center of the peninsula they have their own party with food and singing to mark the start of summer!

Cironus and Sardon have played the game several times, and always reached the end solo. To avoid the matchmaking attempts by his grandmother, Sardon found a way to avoid courting by simply being faster than anyone trying to keep pace with him. Cironus enjoys the thrill of the game but no one has matched his pace either.

Once the summer of love is over its time to move on to...

Autumn: Necluda Sea

This is an especially important time for pregnant zorca! Their pregnancy can take over a year, so those who participated in last years courting event are ready for babies and need to be prepared for what's to come.

@werewolfsister's Domain of the Sunken Garden is located between the South East coast of Hyrule and Eventide Island. The Zorca have done gift exchanges with Oley and Tajin since the zorca themselves cannot reach the depths of their home.

Somewhere south of Eventide Island is where the Zorca perform their burial rites. When an individual passes, no matter the season, the pod travels to these waters to lay them down to rest in a whale fall event.

When the temperature shifts, and due dates are getting nearer its time to head on...

Winter: Faron Sea

Faron Sea is where the Zorca go to have their babies! Every baby born is a precious addition to their pod since the Zorca are so few in number. New and experienced mothers work over time with hunting and everyone else pitches in to help care for the little ones. The nursery is closely guarded, and anyone who doesn't have business there sticks around in the open waters.

Because the villagers of Lurelin fish in the same waters, the Zorca offer their assistance in any way they can, by helping them catch fish or chasing off monsters!

When spring rolls around again, they say goodbye to their friendly neighbors, and the newborns are strong enough to make the trip back to Lanayru to begin the seasons all over again.

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FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED jesus christ drawing full comics is HARD. I think it's better than uploading like 10 separate screenshots though so it must be done lol. Also. Words arent fucking. WORDING today so if all this shit I'm writing out doesent make sense please just work with me here :')

OKAY SO. Making their way into Moreaus section after Robbies little crisis inducing adventure. This is a good time for me to explain the reasoning behind WHY they're going to each of the Lords sections instead of just fuckin booking it out into the mountains.

Similar to the base game, each section contains a portion of a key that unlocks the 'Giants Chalice'. If you are familiar with the games progression, putting all of the keys together will cause a bridge to form that leads to Heisenberg's factory. Throughout the groups travels Robbie has been seeing snippets of stories about Heisenberg working on his 'super weapon' to defeat Miranda. And he knows that she would never let them leave, so obviously he has to kill her. So OBVIOUSLY he needs whatever weapon Heisenberg is building (why haven't I brought this up until now? Great question its because I hadn't thought about it until now!!)

After stealing the key from Moreau, they try and maneuver away while dodging his walls that keep popping up. While they're trying to escape through the mines they get separated.

Which means Robbie is alone when the 'Finding out Chris is there' cutscene happens (please ignore. the fact that the map behind Chris has nothing on it I fucking forgor.)

They meet again at the Dukes hideout up by the sluce gate control center, where Lisa and Gabe explain that they had to go back into the mines eventually and the exit closed up behind them once they got out. The only exit is underwater.

You would think that Lisa being able to fly would make it so that the whole 'running across weird bridges while trying not to get EATEN so you can get that stupid hand crank to adjust the stupid windmill to get power to the stupid sluce gate' section doesn't need to happen. But unfortunately activating those bridges is how the power from the windmill is directed back to the sluce gate so.. Robbie had better get ready to run (Lisa just flying over and hitting all of the buttons to activate the bridges wont work either. She's a swarm of flies and if they all get splashed by the thrashing Moreau is doing she's going to drop real quick).

After finally getting the power operational and opening the sluce gate, the three of them head down into the lakebed, which is when Moreau waddles his way in and blocks off the exit with one of his weird little fish egg walls. Robbie instructs Gabe to hide under one of the waterlogged huts while him and Lisa go kill this annoying fish.

But Gabe can hear they're struggling and comes up with a plan. He plants some of his sclerotia pods and waits until they're ready. Then shouts to get Moreau to come over to where he is at Lisa while she's flying around trying to direct Robbie. Once Moreau is there, he can enact his plan.

(STAB STAB STAB GABE SHOULD GET TO BE KICKASS)

Lisa, a girl who has literally only been praised for killing well, is SO EXCITED. THE LITTLE GUYS FIRST BIG KILL!!! HE DID SO GOOD!!!! Robbie's. Normal about this. Chris Redfield's words will not leave him the fuck alone.

He comes around to her idea about celebrating eventually.

[spotlightlowlife]

The Cuphead show could teach Hazbin a helluva lot

First of all, I implore anyone who hasn't watched cuphead or didn't finish it to complete it. It is a complete story and it complements its origin, the game, only stepping away a little to expand on it.

Hazbin, watch the pilot if you haven't or rewatch it, a number of things fall off bytime the series comes about. New isn't bad but the pilot was so loaded and it's rather apparent that it is part of the cannon in how we start off as if we already know these characters. So what we can bring forward and what is no longer cannon? Has there been a time skip?

*spoilers ahead*

The story

A simple story of two humble individuals constantly having to swerve the devils attempts to take a soul he swindled fair and square.

They have many run ins and we meet numberours other comical yet sinister opponents along the way.

Sweet rich girl uses her powers for good. She aims to help the disadvantaged and targeted sinner group by opening a hotel to rehabilitate and redeem them to be heaven worthy.

Charlie has allies but plenty of others don't care for her plans and motives are generally unclear.

The main characters

Cuphead and Mugman, two brothers of ambiguous age who live modestly with an elder in a cottage in he woods. They simply get on with their lives, no goal.

Cup head is immature and foolish, his antics generally land them in danger, Mugman is the more sensible but still chill, not quite babysitter sidekick, someone who could be living trouble free if they weren't dragged into the others havoc, simple association brings unwanted situations and people their way, even when chilling at home.

We are also introduced to the devil himself, who is silly, fun and clearly a whole otherworldly entity in not only abilities but personality and actions. As amusing as his actions are, he does cruel things to people minding their business and enjoys it, he openly exploited his oblivious patrons at the amusement park, before going on to expand business and create the known casino. He has a workforce who we see working. The devil collects souls, a consequence of this is that it makes monsters out of mortals, this is a business, however this business is regulated and dispite how powerful the devil is, he still has to answer to accounts. He can be subdued with magic but ultimately, hell and earth are his playground and aside from the auditor, he answers to no peers or superiors and feels no bitterness or discomfort regarding his home and role, his struggle is simply that one that got away and keeps eluding him. His backstory being irrelevant fits with the quick pace and slapstick, however the latest addition to the game may hint at some mysterious backstory in his bonus boss fight.

Charlie, a youthful woman of ambiguous is the princess of hell and owner of the Hazbin hotel. We don't see much running of a hotel. Charlie is nice, default nice because plot tells us she's helping and cares and she clearly isn't horrible. Charlie wants to help sinners.

First portrayed as hardworking but ill prepared, out of touch hustler, Charlie is now well intentioned, immature dreamer but this doesn't result in trouble, her carelessness doesn't get portrayed as selfish or irritating. Charlie personally has little to lose in her discision making, such as welcoming Alastor, Charlie can have what she wants because everything is set up for her and what she doesn't have is easily in reach, the meeting in heaven attained by guilt tripping her dad being a prime example, but she's not a spoilt brat.

Charlie's other half is Vaggie, her girlfriend who we have to be explicitly told is so if you don't follow the fandom, they have known eachother for years yet Charlie hardly knows Vaggie. Vaggie's degree of interest in Charlie's dreams is unknown, even after her big revelation we still have nothing to show that she's not just the sensible sidekick managing the lead characters silliness.

Not a main but someone very significant, Lucifer, the devil himself and Charlie's dad. He is all powerful, the leader of hell and the one who created this realm, however he is a goofy awkward dad who doesn't appear to be any leader and he hates to the degree of allowing mass slaughter the very people Charlie loves. None of this is an issue. He clearly has or had peers or superiors, he still meets with the angels who serve as the adversaries, with no issue, but this doesn't matter.

The tragic characters

Ms Chalace had it thought throughout life yet tried had to work her way up, she died unexpectedly, nobody cared, she got a second chance to be amongst the living but it comes at a price. Chalice is a charming hustler and entertainer.

In Hazbin, it's everyone, everyone is given trauma, even privileged Charlie who could have been a great spoilt sweet character now didn't have the nice nuclear family upbringing, supportive mother who has a life and supportive yet sceptical dad whose not getting in her way.

Everyone has some history that rendered them a loser in this story however we have yet to learn how anyone got there even though fun, interesting, passing, dismissed Mimzy remembers her life on earth fondly.

The other characters

There is plenty of room to return to this series and feature more characters, but it's no big deal if they don't. This story proudly offers us Saturday villians, only we get to know these charasmatic characters and their villainous motives individually throughout Cuphead and Mugman's misadventures.

This series is fun and life hearted, made for all audiences, there's a lack of real drama yet it manages to not be shallow as we have focus and interactions matter, it is ultimately about Cuphead and the devil, the masses of colour characters we may meet along the way are a fun bonus to and the formula doesn't change, this person brings drama, that's that, now how do they get out of it.

Timing is arguably a major issue with Hazbin, with a big ensemble cast, drama and various plots, it will need a lot of time to cover all that it started, these things being numerous additions to the original story, most of these additions being a whole host of new characters who ultimately don't achieve anything not for lack of trying.

Like its spinoff, this series is big on aquitting those who are there to be liked of their responsibilities and actions, handing blame to someone don't know or have been guided to not like. This strips them of content and growth while makeing their power and influence questionable.

Planning ahead

Rumor has it that The Cuphead show was a complete work of 36 episoses that and broke up into 3 seasons by the big famous platform it's on, to be honest it shows, it is very linear.

Really though, this serves the broadcaster because would keep it in the algorithm longer giving it more time to gain more traction which means more money for the broadcaster and make it look like they're good at renewing projects when this may not entirely be the case.

Releasing the story broken up may have done this show a big disservice as many disappointed reviews were based on how much it deviated from the games and seeming censored, these may not have been concluded had all episodes been released, showing it being to return to its roots by the end.

Still, atleast the story was always going to be told.

As controversial as that situation is, Hazbin too could do with mapping out the beginning, middle and end with a clear and concise story, one with heart that answers questions, balances it's drama, action and comedy and shines some spotlight onto the stories that really need telling. They could do with this already being done or at the very least wrapping up seasons with what we were sold on being relevant.

Planning is well and good but ideas need to be prioritized and coherent. If multiple seasons are planned, this show will need to crack down in order to guarantee them.

[sweettjrose]

Nobody asked me to do this and yet I'm doing it anyways...

I'm gonna explain why I ship Blotis...

Now before you say anything I am 100% aware that this is a crack ship and honestly doesn't have much evidence for it even less than usual for a gay Disney ship. Tbh I was introduced to it because so people made some art for it and I thought it was interesting and then as I played around with the idea more in my head, I started to like it and eventually form a story around it.

I think one of the big appeals for the relationship is just how unique of an idea it is. It's definitely not the first ship you think of when reading the comics which is probably why most people don't think of it at all. But even just the concept is kind of out there. I mean you have a costumed phantom thief paired with a mad scientist? That doesn't really happen with the closest ship I can think of being Voxman (From OK KO) but even that's still a bit different.

But while it is out there it's not like it makes zero sense at all. I mean while I'm not aware of any comic interactions that could hint to any possible feelings, I could still see it happening with some version of themselves. I mean they do have similar interests. The most obvious being the fact that they are criminals who scheme ways to obtain massive amounts of money and power.

But even beyond that both of them have an interest in science and technology and using it to devise all sorts of inventions. Both of them are pretty intelligent and have devised all sorts of weird scientific contraptions. But what's cool about that is while they go about it in different ways. Portis is more of a scientist, interested in the process and theory behind it, while Blot is more of an engineer, more interested in the application.

Together they form sort of a symbiotic relationship as they both can help build on each other's knowledge and skills to both get what the other needs and further build on their own plans. But even the fact that they excel in different areas kind of gives an opposite attracts vibes. As one is associated more with refinement and wealth, and the other feels more associated with "grunginess" in my interpretation sorry Portis and doing the best with what he has. I can see them both introducing eachother to a completely different way of living, but also connect in some areas like both being somewhat introverts.

But what I think is also cool about this relationship is also how it affects their relationships with other people. The Phantom Blot works quite a bit with Pete, but he alternates between seeing him as a decent partner or not really respecting him and betraying him the first chance he gets. However that starts to change if he has feelings for Pete's cousin, as now that will affect how he is able to treat Pete. He can't just betray him anymore. It ties him about closer to groups they tend to be a part of and affects how he has to interact with them.

Plus I think it would be interesting to see how the Blot's reputation would affect Portis and his relationship with other characters. There's are quite a few who aren't a bit fan of the Blot and it would be interesting for them to explore how to get around that.

But on another note, I actually think that their relationship is one of the few ones that they would be comfortable with having. I feel like one of the biggest reasons why both would avoid romance is because it could give someone a way to threaten and blackmail them. And it becomes worse if the partner isn't really part of the criminal underworld or capable of defending themselves. However they both are very familiar with the criminal underworld and can protect themselves rather well. So even if someone were to try to "kidnap" the other for blackmail, it wouldn't be easy and likely not worth it. Therefore allowing them to have a relationship without the typical fear and drawbacks. Though personally I think they would still keep their relationship on the down low so they have control over how it's percieved and just because they don't think everyone needs to know.

I could see some issues with their relationship. They both have pretty big egos and would have a hard time compromising in arguments. But that would make it more interesting imo.

But yeah that's my thoughts.

So there you have it.

Hopefully you can see the vision too.

This is long.

[byunbhyunz]

Bitten by a Spider

Pairing: Chanyeol/Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, Halloween!au, comicbookfan!Chanyeol

Rating: 18+

Warnings: smut, dry humping, oral (female receiving), handjob (kinda), sex, hot Chanyeol.

Author’s note: This is the first smut I’ve ever written, so please forgive me if it’s not so good!

Word count: 11,670

A lot of jokes starts as “A man walked into a bar”. Well, this is not a joke, but a story which easily could start with “Deadpool and Black Widow walked into a bowling alley”. And I bet you can’t guess the punchline – if there’s even any.

Going bowling was common within your group of friends. You usually went at least two times a month, and to be honest you were a pretty average player (that’s what you told yourself), only striking once in a while (mostly if some miracle happened), but the most important thing was that you would have fun together.

That was the plan for tonight too. Going bowling and having fun. The only difference was that all of you were wearing a costume for the sake of Halloween, and your friends have signed all of you up for a competition in your local bowling alley.

Your palms were sweaty as you made your way down the streets. Although Seohee, your best friend, complimented your choice of costume, you felt very conscious of your body in the tight, black suit. You dressed up as Black Widow. No, not as Natasha Romanoff, more like Yelena Belova. Actually you loved her character, you even bought a blonde wig and an almost perfect copy of her costume from one of the comics. Luckily for you a big, glasses-like equipment was part of the outfit, so the upper half of your face was covered and no one could see how big your eyes grew from being so nervous.

Your friends joked around about winning the Halloween competition, and despite the tempting promise of free food, none of you really expected yourselves to win. You really weren’t that good. But maybe Lady Fortune will side with you just this one time.

Walking down the usual way to the alley, people looked at your group curiously. There wasn’t that many people dressed up, so you stood out from the crowd.

Men tended to check out your and Seohee’s body. You were stuffed in a tight costume, which hid every part of your skin, but exposed your lines and curves just as much. Not like you had anything to hide. But once again, you felt thankful for the costume for hiding your eyes too.

Seohee was the opposite of you. She was a fairy, her dress tiny, showing a lot of skin, which she covered in glitter. Fake wings bounced on her back with every step she took. She looked gorgeous, and on top of that she was an amazing bowling player.

“Ah, Y/N, I can’t believe you! You said you will dress up as a comic book character, and here you are, making men turn their heads after you!” Seohee pouted at you, acting as if you just killed her cat right in front of her. “At least leave some for me too, I might need someone to walk me home and comfort me tonight if we lose.”

“Then you should start looking now!” Songwoo chimed in your conversation, cheekily looking at the girl and you. “Y/N can barely score on her good days.”

“Hey! I beat you last time.”

“Yeah, because I was playing with my weaker hand.”

“And who asked you to do that?” You tried to defend yourself, but everything was a vain attempt. You were the worst player among your friends, and they loved to tease you about it. Well, this is what friends are for, aren’t they?

“You.”

Before you could say anything, Seohee grabbed your wrist and made you stop in your track. Songwoo stayed behind with you too, curious about the girl’s sudden exclamation.

“I understand everything now!”

“That’s a pretty big statement for you, Seohee.” You hid your smile in your hands as you heard the boy’s words.

“No, I mean, Y/N’s costume,” she held a big pause before continuing, making herself sound more dramatic. “It’s supposed to distract us from the fact that she sucks at bowling.”

“Hey, not you too!”

You shooed her away from you, but she just grabbed you by the shoulders and hugged you close to herself. Defeated, you shot dirty looks to Songwoo instead. He was eyeing you up and down; you could almost see the wheels turning in his head. You already felt tired from his idea, and you haven’t even heard it yet.

“Maybe… maybe you could walk up to the other teams when they try to bowl and distract them. You can’t score many points, but they wouldn’t either. It’s a win for everyone.”

“Except for me, of course.”

“Collateral damage.” He waved at you hastily, as you finally started to catch up with the others again. “Happens in every war.”

You really wanted to say something nasty and not so lady like to him (in all honesty, you wanted to swear at him like a sailor), but were stopped by someone shouting loudly close to you.

At the edge of the pavement someone wearing a Deadpool-costume was sitting peacefully and leaning their back against the wall behind them. You couldn’t see their face because of the famous mask, but it seemed as if they were looking at you. Then the words coming from them confirmed that too:

“Hello, Widow! Long time no see!” It was definitely a man. His words sounded lazy, you sensed that he was smiling behind the mask.

Your ears heated up, but they were hidden under the blonde wig. Seohee nudged your side with her elbow and whispered:

“Do you know him?”

“Doesn’t sound like anyone I know,” you shrugged, then replied to the man, giving into his game: “Wade Wilson! Not expected to see you around here.”

“What can I say? Heard you would be here, and I couldn’t refuse to come. I still remember the time when you sewed my head back on my neck, or was it just a special fantasy of mine?”

Suddenly Songwoo stepped between you two, holding his hands out in the direction of both of you as if he was trying to stop a fight from breaking out. His head snapped from you to the mysterious guy, then back to you, and again, back to him.

“Hold up! Do you know each other?”

“No,” you said at the same time he said ‘yes’. Turning to him bewildered, you doubted yourself for a second. “Wait, do I know you?”

“Of course, you’re my sweet Black Widow! Do you not remember me, Yelena? God, you’re hurting my feelings.”

You smiled and laughed at him. He was really good at playing Deadpool’s reckless character. You felt a little happier about dressing up as Black Widow. This man saw you as your costume, not for the body-line it gave you. It felt much better than receiving all those looks every other man gave you on your way here.

“We should go.” Seohee’s face scrunched up in a frown, her hands constantly motioning toward the bowling alley. “I have a feeling the others will make us pay for the food if we’ll be late. And I’m not gonna pay for everything because of the Deadguy.”

“Deadpool,” and once again, you spoke at the same time as the man sitting on the pavement.

“Okay, that’s just keeps getting weirder. Especially if you don’t know each other in real life.”

You sighed, slightly waving at the stranger, who saluted at you and even had the audacity of blowing you a kiss through his mask. Only the smooching sounds and his hand gesture gave away what he was trying to do. You caught it with your hands, thinking how you will probably never see him ever again in life after tonigh. So why not have some fun, and play into his acts?

A hearty laugh came from him as you waved goodbye.

The bowling alley looked nothing like it used to on a normal Friday night. Lights were low, neon figures and signs hang from everywhere just like various zombie, bats, spiders and ghosts. There was real-looking cobwebs on the scoreboards, the workers dressed in orange uniform, which made them very similar to a pumpkin. Cute pumpkins actually. One of them smiled at your group, Seohee more than happily returning the gesture. You couldn’t remember the worker’s name, and you were too far to read his name tag, but from his face you knew that usually he was helping your group out with the food and shoes if one of you left them at home.

Sometimes even you couldn’t believe why on the earth did you invest in bowling shoes, when your skills weren’t so great, but you did anyway, and today you thanked your past-self for it, because they seemed to be out of shoes. There was a lot of people tonight, despite it being Halloween. All of the groups dressed up as various characters and figures, you even saw a big someone wearing a ridiculously big SpongeBob costume (from their height he seemed to be a man, but you weren’t so sure). It didn’t look like cardboard, it seemed realistic from what you could tell. You also saw some other Black Widows, but they all wore the read-haired wig from the movies. You being the only Yelena so far.

“Thank God, they made everyone sign up beforehand for the contest, I don’t think we could even come in if it weren’t for it.” Songwoo dropped down on the seat next to you, starting to change his shoes too.

“Do you think we have a chance?” you asked absentmindedly. Scanning the area, your eyes seemed to be looking for something or someone, but didn’t know what exactly. You sighed, when failed to find it.

“With your skills? No. But even if you were the best player on our team, we still wouldn’t. I’d say we can maybe win one or two games, but from what I know about the other groups, they are way better than us.”

You nodded, tying a double knot on your shoelaces.

Low music hummed in the background, but the chatting of the people were too loud for you to realize what kind of song was playing. You only heard the low bass running through your veins, the drum’s vibration seeping in your legs from the ground.

You looked around once again, and a red and black suit caught your eyes, but then quickly disappeared in the crowd. Then Seohee came back with Minji, the mom of your group, both of them holding drink in their hands. Actually, Minji was holding two in her left.

A group had to consist five players – no more, no less –, which was lucky for your five-membered group. No one has to be left out, and you didn’t have to find one more person to play with for the promise of free food.

The fifth member was Yeonjun. The maknae in your group of friends, and your secret wild-card. He was short and skinny, the only one still going to college, and at first glance one would believe he can’t even lift a ball, but this couldn’t be further from the truth. Songwoo might disagree, but the youngest was definitely the best player among you. And his favorite thing to do was teasing you for sucking at bowling, which you let him do, because somehow he always made you forgive him right before you would really scold him. Maybe it was because he was too cute for his own good.

“Ah, noona, can you not play so bad this one time? Pretty please?” Think about the devil and he shall appear. Without real force you kicked your leg in the direction of Yeonjun, but he jumped away fast. “Is that a no?”

“That’s an ‘I’ll kick your ass if you don’t shut up’.”

“But, noona, you would never hurt me.” He sat down on your other side, and looked at you with big puppy eyes. When you said nothing he grabbed your hands, giving a light squeeze to your fingers. “Right?”

“Stop bothering Y/N, Junnie. There will be a point where even you can’t act cute enough for her not to kick your ass. And I might just help her by holding you down while she does it.”

You snickered at Songwoo’s words, who didn’t seem to care much about your bickering, his mind already focusing on the upcoming game. He stood up and started stretching a few steps from you. The maknae let go of your hand, but immediately hugged you tight, whining too close to your ears for your liking:

“That’s not true! Tell him, Y/N, that it is not true!” When you said nothing, he let go of you, disbelief making his eyes look rounder. “Are you siding with him now? Would you really kick my bottom?”

“When you are annoying me? Like right now? Without further questions.”

The place was hot from all those people being stuffed inside, so you took the half-mask off and put it away in you purse. Yeonjun scooted closer to you on the seats. This time you put a hand on his shoulders, mostly to held him back from hugging you again. Yes, he was a cutie pie friend, who usually used his cuteness to his advantage, but you really preferred your personal space to be kept to yourself. At least that’s what you told him all the time, but he just never seemed to listen, and was always hugging you.

Although, Yeonjun was like this with all of your friends. Hugging, holding hands, clinging to someone was the way he showed his love and appreciation, so you let him. In secret, you even enjoyed it, but never in seven hells would you admit that. You just bickered with him, made disgusted faces and grumbled when he hugged you, but nevertheless, you let him.

“Ladies, gentlemen and other entities, thank you for coming! Our tournament for finding the best bowlers in Seoul is starting right now. So I’d like to ask the first two teams to quickly warm up, enter their playing names and let’s start the first round! Team Scavengers and Team Bloody Suckers, you’re the first ones!” A familiar voice came from everywhere, booming from the loudspeakers; the owner of the bowling alley doing his best to speak like a ringmaster. “Now, everyone, because of the high interest, we have a long night ahead of us, but keep in mind that the winner team’s members will be enjoying free food every time they come for half a year.”

The area around the two middle lanes cleared out, people and players giving place for the called teams. The music got even quieter, merely hearing any sound from it now, but the crowd cooled down too. Everyone focused on the two teams as they walked up the front. Then you saw the same red and black suit from earlier, and Seohee shouted behind you:

“It’s freakin’ Deadpool!”

Her voice was loud, and you were pretty sure people even on streets could hear it. If they not, ‘Deadpool’ definitely did, as he turned around to look for the source of screaming. A lot of people looked at her as well.

You felt your face became red as you stared at Deadpool. You regretted taking the half-mask off, when you caught the guy turning his head in your direction, but not moving for a few seconds. Then his body relaxed and waved at you. Or maybe not you, but you couldn’t be sure, since his face was still hidden behind his mask.

“Hi, Tinkerbell! Hi, Yelena!” He shouted back in a ridiculous, high-pitched voice. His friend hit his shoulder, bending in half from laughing. You smiled at him, carefully waving back, feeling a little more comfortable, but the blush didn’t leave your face.

“Do you know him, noona?” Yeonjun whispered in your ear. Your eyes were still locked on the strange guy as he turned away hurriedly. His teammates all dressed up as the Avengers. Their opponent were vampires, giving off Dracula vibes.

The maknae nudged your side, bugging you for attention.

“I don’t. We just had a brief and weird conversation outside.”

“About what?”

“The guy is a comic book nerd too,” Seohee chimed in. She shooed Yeonjun away a little and sat on your lap. “I couldn’t decide whether he was flirting with Y/N, or just showing off his nerdy knowledge.”

“Probably both.” Songwoo finished his warm up, and dropped back next to you, his hands sneaking on the back of your chair. That’s when you finally realized that they were teasing you again, and had enough.

“Oh, God, when did this become a ‘Let’s be affectionate with Y/N!’ competition?”

You tried to push Seohee off of your lap, but she just laughed and stiffened herself, making your task harder, almost impossible. The two guys on your sides snickered, not helping you a bit.

“That’s enough, guys! Let her be! And don’t be naive, Y/N, you know how they always tease you after you let Yeonjun hug you for once.” At Minji’s words the two boys put on a serious expression, but their eyes still shined mischievously. You mouthed a ‘thank you’ to the older girl, and she raised her glass, nodding along with it. You snorted when she winked at you with a smug look on her face; with her crossed legs and pose she almost looked like the Godfater’s reincarnation. It didn’t help that she dressed as a Men in Black agent. Probably she could lead the mafia smoothly, but would always complain about being afraid her people getting hurt. A fascinating scenario it would be.

“You are really shameless, noona! Winking at Y/N after telling us not to tease her,” Yeonjun muttered under his breath. The older girl either not heard it or decided not to hear it as she turned to the starting match. You also focused your attention on the two lanes, where the game went on.

You looked at the screen that showed the names of the players (or rather the names they chose to go by), and scrunched your nose. There was Thorroro, Golden Man, Hulkanator, Hawknose and Loey Wilson on the Scavengers team. They were all creative except maybe for the last one. You scanned over them, connecting the faces to the names. When you got to Deadpool, you groaned loudly. How can a guy with that witty talk, he showed you earlier, chose such name? What the hell is a Loey anyway?

But you had to give to him, he looked nice in that Deadpool suit. He looked tall with broad shoulders, cute butt, and long legs. You often forgot your eyes on him, gaze wandering up and down his body. He caught you watching a few times, head turning to your direction from time to time, waving to you when you didn’t look away fast enough.

As the game went on, you had to admit to yourself, that he was a great player. He bowled a strike twice, and always collected his spares nicely. You were nowhere near his league, so you hoped that if in some miraculous way you’d win your first game, you won’t have to compete against them.

But Lady Fortune didn’t listen to you. The Scavengers won. Your team – the Sassy Weirdos – won too, not thanks to you, of course. You could barely score, and your ball for spares ended up in the gutter. But you still won, and had to compete against Scavengers. Just like in a cliché teen movie.

“We can say goodbye for free food now.”

“I’ll buy you whatever you want next time we come, okay?”

“Or you could just play better for the promise of free food.”

You smiled at Yeonjun’s pouty expression, and pinched his cheeks. He whined in pain, holding his face in his hands, and he sounded so fake.

“And you still wonder why are we treating you like a child.” Songwoo patted his shoulder with sympathy, but he was grinning widely at the maknae.

“No! You simply treat me wrong!”

“Hey! I bought you candy yesterday and always take you out to eat when you whine so much about school work!” Seohee joined to your conversation too.

“Then you should do it without me having to whine for it.”

“Come on, baby Junnie, don’t act like that in front of the grown-ups,” Songwoo teased him more.

“Noonaaa! They are hurting me!”

The maknae ran to your back, only the top of his head and an accusing finger sticking out behind your shoulders, which was pointed at your friends. At this point even the other team was laughing at his antics. Your eyes went to the mysterious Loey-guy, who still didn’t take off his Deadpool mask, but you definitely could hear his laugh. The sound warmed up your insides, made your head dizzy.

“Noona, you should protect me,” Yeonjun poked your side with his other hand, his voice more sulky than ever.

“Am I really the right person for that?” You fired back at him. “Hm, baby Junnie?”

“Oh my God!” He finally said in his real voice. His forehead met with your shoulder as he gave up on winning any of you to his side. “I hate you all right now.”

“No, you don’t. You are just sour, ‘cause you didn’t get what you wanted.”

“See? I told you he’s a child.”

This time the maknae didn’t rebel against Songwoo’s words, just muttered some profanities under his nose that only you could hear. You decided not to comment on them; it would risk another whiny tantrum from him.

“Seohee, you’re first up,” Minji said, as all of you settled in the seats designed to your lanes.

She picked a pink ball, and with a perfect posture she bowled a strike. Stunned silence filled the air, and you already knew what she was gonna do. Turning around, she walked back to your seats with dangerously swaying hips. Her last bullet was blowing a kiss to the opposing team’s next player, a man dressed as Thor.

Murmurs went around in the crowd, everyone wondering how could the Scavengers beat you, what their plan would be, but you knew that they didn’t need one. Obviously your team had you, the clumsy one, who lost the points the others just gained to your advance. Seohee’s perfect strike will mean nothing in a few minutes. You all knew that, and couldn’t understand how did the crowd forgot your bad performance from the previous game.

The other weakling on your team was Minji. She either bowled a strike with her ball or it ended up in the gutter, there was no in between. Unfortunately the gutter was the more frequent option. And even with her crazy luck or curse, the others barely ever teased her about it. Maybe because she would really kick their asses, if they did so.

In a haze, you watched your friends play, one after the other, until it was your turn. You relaxed your stiffened posture as you stood up, feeling a lot of gaze on your back as you walked up to choose a ball. Picking and holding up a bright orange one, you tried to look confident. That is, until a booming voice called out to you.

“Go, Yelena!” You turned around, but already knew who that voice belong to. Not much to your surprise, Deadpool was waving at you enthusiastically. He even bowled a strike when it was his turn, and now he is encouraging you!

“Shut up, dude! It’ not the good time the flirt with her!” Someone shouted back at him from the crowd, making you blush furiously.

You decided to concentrate on your task, but was stopped once again as Loey-guy talked again.

“But she’s in love with me! She even sewed back my head to its place. I tell you, it was love at first sight!”

“Maybe she did it backwards.”

“I’d like to ask other players and viewers not to disturb the player during their turn,” came the owner’s voice from everywhere, but it was too late for you: your face already beat a tomato with its redness.

Taking a deep breath, you finally felt peace washing over your body. Ears turning deaf to the sound from everyone else, you only focused on the ball and the pins far from you. You took one step, two steps, three steps, your body bending in the learned form, fingers firmly letting go of the ball. Then your body immediately shot up and bent to left, hoping it would make the ball go more to that side than the right. You knocked down three pins. No, four. Well, it wasn’t that bad, you just have to collect the spares.

You picked a black ball this time, doing everything again, but when you tried to make it go a little more to the left than the first side, it ended up in the gutter on the left. Taking a deep breath, your head hung low. You knew you weren’t good, but it was different from playing only with your friends. There was a ton of strangers watching how well you did, their gaze turning you into a sweaty ball of nerves. Inhaling another deep breath, you straightened your back; on the lane next to yours Iron Man was preparing for his turn.

Minji and Yeonjun sent you a smile as you walked back to the seats, which were already rearranged on both teams’ side. Your seat’s back was turned to the back of the one where Deadpool sat. Your sour mood increasing a little when you noticed that his stupid mask was still on his head. Why couldn’t he just show his face? Wasn’t it too hot in here to wear a mask and a suit for hours?

“Wasn’t that bad, noona. It could have gone to the gutter immediately. At least you scored us some points,” said the maknae. You gave him a short nod, eyes on him, but all the nerves in your body was focused on the man behind you. His presence was overwhelming. “And who cares about free food? You guys can buy me meals all the time anyway.”

“Shut up, baby Junnie,” you shot back at him, but there wasn’t any edge in your voice.

“He’s not wrong, though.” A deep voice came from behind you.

You turned around in sync with the maknae, your face mere inches away from the masked face of the Loey-guy. He smells nice, you noted to yourself.

“Who is he, noona?” He asked once again, as if he was expecting a different answer than last time.

Yeonjun’s whisper was useless when you were sitting so close to the person he was talking about. The masked face turned in his direction, and the younger boy immediately leaned back a little to gain some space between themselves.

“I have no idea,” you said in a normal volume.

“You can call me Yeol, but Handsome God would be much more preferred.”

So this is where the Loey came from, you thought, he just wrote it backwards. You wanted to make a witty response, but your brain left you with nonsense thoughts. Like how his arms looked strong under the suit. And the tone of his voice was really nice, he easily could be a narrator for any movie. You would listen to it all the time. But still, that stupid mask…

“Yeah, we can’t confirm that since all we see is a mask. You could be the ugliest hyung in this whole place, actually. I bet noona would be disappointed if you had the scarred face of Deadpool, and still try to flirt with her.”

Yeol didn’t correct the maknae when he referred to him as hyung, or the fact that he was trying to flirt with you.

“He’s not flirting with me,” you said after a long pause, gaining a disbelieving look from Yeonjun and Yeol’s attention. In reality, you thought too that he was flirting with you, or tried to, you just wanted confirmation of it. So you tried to use reverse psychology. “Right?”

“Yeah. I’m totally not flirting. It’s just that my friend thinks you are cute,” he shrugged, not turning his head away from you. For some reasons you felt disappointed. This was not how you thought it would go. Hoping that it wouldn’t show on your face, you turned your gaze to the current player. Songwoo just collected all his spares, but the gap was only growing bigger between your teams.

“God, if you say that you are the friend, I might hit someone.” Despite his words and disgusted expression, you knew that the maknae was enjoying himself.

“Well,” Yeol said slowly. “I definitely not gonna say that now. But you might be right.”

“So you really were flirting with me.”

You even surprised yourself with how calm you sounded. On the inside, you were freaking out. Your heartbeat fastened up, palms getting sweaty, but feeling a little sour about not seeing his face yet. Looks aren’t everything, yes, but they did matter somewhat. Also, he was witty.

Yeonjun stood up. It was his turn soon, and he always spent some extra time picking out his ball.

“What did you think I was doing?”

“Being loyal to Deadpool’s crazy character?”

“Oh, that too, but it was mostly flirting.” A long, sticky pause. You held your breath, not knowing what to say. “How about this: you forget my lame confession about flirting with you and I teach you how to bowl better.”

“It wasn’t lame. And I don’t think there is any hope for me. All of my friends tried their luck with me, and I still can be happy if my ball doesn’t end up in the gutter.”

“But I haven’t tried yet. I’m the best bowling player in Seoul.” He leaned a little closer, as if he knew that his presence would make you dizzy enough to say yes without thinking.

“Okay, but I want to see your face beforehand.”

“Aw, I can’t just take it off here.” His voice was whiny, maybe he was even pouting.

“Why not?”

He leaned closer. If that silly mask wasn’t on his face, you would feel his breath on your face. Now you could only see how his chest rose and fell. His scent got stronger, filling your senses. It was an earthy smell mixed with some cologne. You couldn’t take off your eyes of him.

“People would see, you know, and then the mystery goes away.”

“That’s plainly stupid. I bet it’s goddamn hot in that suit and mask. And the people here probably don’t even care about your face, they just want to see how you play and how many point you score to your team.”

“But you care.”

You didn’t have the chance to answer or react. One of his teammates called out to him, referring to him as hyung, and he stood up with the speed of lightning, leaving you wondering about his words.

He was right, You cared about what he looked like. There was a rough image of him in your mind, but your wanted, no, needed to see him. You didn’t want to go home tonight without getting a full glimpse of him. And apparently he knew that very well.

After bowling a strike once again, he came back, sitting down on his previous spot and turning to you with his upper body. Suddenly, you wished you left you own half-mask on, so he would be in the same position as you. Rolling a blonde lock of the wig, you looked at lanes where the game took place. He stayed silent, but still could feel his eyes on your skin, your face.

The scoring board said that you were more than forty points behind. Nothing that couldn’t be turned around in a normal game, but it was your turn. That gap will only decrease by a few points or stays the same.

“When you’re letting go of the ball, don’t stop your arm in front of your chest. It might look cool, but you’ll be more precise of you fully follow up the movement.”

He’s tone was serious for the first time tonight, and you nodded at him with a surprised look. Then relaxing, you smiled.

“Is the teaching starts now?”

“No. I need a good reason for meeting you again,” he said it so casually, as if it was as obvious as his flirting tactics.

Instead of saying anything, you walked to your lane after picking a ball. It was red, and felt a little heavier than the previous one. You thought about the usual movements of your body during bowling, then reminded yourself about Yeol’s advice. Fully following through the movement with your arm. Doesn’t sound too hard.

“You can do it, Y/N!” Minji shouted behind you, making you nearly drop the ball. A solid laugh came from here and there as you lifted the red thing to your chest again.

You did everything as you remembered, and when it came to letting go of the ball, you purposefully raised you arm over your chest this time, not stopping it in the middle, as Yeol said. The ball knocked down six pins. You picked an another ball, repeating the same routine as you did, combined with Yeol’s advice, and to your own surprise you knocked down the remaining pins too.

Staring down at your hands in horror, your teammates ran up to you, cheering and hugging you, Yeonjun even asked how in the hell did you do that. You shook your head, not knowing what to say, only grinning like a mad woman.

Sitting back down, Yeol held out his hand for a high-five, his head slightly tilted to one side. You grinned at him, hitting your palm to his. He quickly grabbed your fingers with his glove covered one and squeezed your hand, then just as fast as it happened, he let go. Your smile slowly disappeared, and you had to shake your again to not read too much into this.

“Not bad. Now you just have to fix your posture a little more and you’ll be fine.”

“And you want to help with that too?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Then take off the mask,” he chuckled at your sudden demand. This time he turned away his head to look somewhere else, contemplating your words. But he leaned closer, you noticed.

“So this is what it’s really about, huh?” he said, and your heart sink to your stomach for no reason, palms getting sweaty.

There was something in his voice – like he just solved the mystery of your existence, and finally found out everything about you. Or you just really started to read too much into things. Still, you felt nervous.

Then somewhat quieter, he continued: “You want to get into my pants.”

You snorted, and turned away from him, but leaned back on the chair anyway.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I don’t hear you say no.”

You refused to answer or react, but felt him close to you. Probably leaned to your ear to tempt you more, and this way others won’t hear anything. Crossing your arms over your shoulder, you pouted, looking like a child who didn’t get what they wanted. At the same time you were conscious how the movement pushed you boobs higher up, making them look better. Did he notice?

“Is he bothering you?” Songwoo asked, his eyes going back and forth between you and Yeol.

“Tries,” you said.

“No,” he said.

“Okay,” Songwoo responded, then turned away, shrugging his shoulders.

Answering at the same time made you look at him, which was a big mistake. You immediately forgot about Songwoo, because Yeol’s face was indeed really close to yours. If it wasn’t for that stupid mask, you could have kissed him. Not like you were bold enough to kiss a stranger in public, who successfully swept you off of your feet, but he was… mesmerizing.

“I take off the mask, if you honestly admit it.” The raspy, low tone made you braver, feeling like an invincible woman. You looked down at the place on the mask where his mouth was supposed to be, hoping he would catch the sign. You heard him gulp.

“Admit what?”

“You want to get into my pants.”

“Isn’t the same goes for you?”

“True, I want to do the same. So?” You insides clenched at his confession. Pressing your thighs together, you straightened your back.

“Fine. I might want to get into your pants. There, so when can I take it off?” you whispered, eyes lingering between the mask and his suit-covered chest, not making it obvious which one you were talking about.

“Fuck,” he muttered with feelings, suddenly leaning away, leaving you breathless and confused.

The rest of the game went by in a blur. Yeol didn’t talk much to you afterwards, but always sit on the same chair, the closest one to yours. His head often turned to you. It felt like he was trying to say something, but didn’t how to put his thoughts into words properly. With each passing minute, a knot formed in your throat, not so sure about the whole thing anymore.

He seemed to be into the flirty back and forth between you two, but on the other hand he didn’t talk to you since you admitted that you were sexually interested in him. Was it even a good idea to hook up with a total stranger, whose face you haven’t even seen yet? He could be a murderer for all you knew. But what kind of murderer would sign up for a bowling competition with his friends on Halloween, dress up and act like Deadpool? It didn’t make any sense.

In the end, your team lost by a lot of points. You had to go back to a table in the back, so the next game could start on the two main lanes. You wondered if you should go up to Yeol and say something, or ask him what’s gonna happen next, or how this thing would go down.

Scavengers won, so he still had to play at least one more game, even more if they were really good.

“Do we stay and watch the other games?” Songwoo asked all of you as you gathered your drinks and bottles from the table to give place to the new players.

“I have more glitter on my body than a stripper. I didn’t do it for us to stay just an hour then go straight home,” Seohee frowned at the boy, who stuck his tongue out in response.

“I don’t think they hire fairies as strippers.” “Maybe they do in kinky clubs,” Yeonjun chimed in, then nearly poked a hole in your ribs with his elbow. His eyes grew wide as he looked behind you, pointing at a tall man in red and black suit. “I think your superhero, who flirts awfully, is looking for you. Do you want me to stay with you, in case he tries with something weird?”

“It’s okay. He won’t try anything I wouldn’t want anyway.”

The maknae opened his mouth to respond, but Yeol finally caught up with you. He looked at Yeonjun than at you, then back at the boy again.

“Oh, right, I still have to walk our stripper fairy back to her club, see you later, noona!” He spoke faster than you could comprehend his words. Taking your drink and purse away from you, he turned around, grabbed Seohee by her arm, who lingered behind with you, and dragged her to the table, where Songwoo and Minji already put their stuff down.

He cleared his throat, and for a few seconds none of you said anything. You could feel your friends staring daggers into your back, and when you looked at them to check if you were right, they quickly turned away, pretending they were doing something entirely else.

“So you wanted to see my face.”

With that, he got your full attention. Taking a deep breath, you nodded. He held out his hand, and you put yours into his, the gloves warm under your touch, his hold confident. You felt your body becoming lighter, like you were walking on clouds, as he led you away from the main area straight to the restrooms.

It felt just right holding his hand. Your head felt dizzy with excitement, as you followed him until he stopped in front of the men’s restroom, first shoving only his head inside, listening and checking if someone was in there. After deciding the coast was clear, you went in. Hearing the lock clicking behind you, you got got more nervous. Why does it felt a much bigger deal than just him taking off his mask?

“So what is Yeol short for? Is it a nickname?” you asked, when he didn’t say anything, only leaned his back onto the wall next to the hand dryer.

“It’s Chanyeol, actually.”

“Nice to meet you, Chanyeol. I’M Y/N.” Your voice sounded too formal to a situation where you basically were supposed to plan a hookup. He must have found it weird too, because he laughed; voice bubbling, the kind which made you smile. “Now that we are done with introductions, need help with that?”

Taking a few steps closer to Chanyeol, until you were standing in front of him, you pointed at his mask.

“Definitely,” voice raspy, deeper than you’ve ever heard, luring you even closer to him. “But I have to warn you: you might not get a chance to take a good look at me.”

Bold with your actions, you took the final step, closed the distance between the two of you, basically pressing yourself to him. You hummed at the sensation. His body felt warm and firm under the suit. You slowly lifted your hands, fingers quickly finding the edge of the mask. Voice coming out as a whisper, you asked:

“And why is that?”

“If you tease me like that,” his palm slipped to your hips, pulling you closer; his body not just firm anymore, his cock pressed hard against your stomach. “I won’t be able to hold back, and just kiss you right away.”

You smiled smugly, feeling confident and powerful, you pulled his mask upwards. Despite the circumstances, a chuckle slipped past your lips as you struggled with the fabric. It was like taking off plastic gloves of your hands: difficult and time consuming. A whiny ‘ouch’ left his lips a few times, but after his ears got out of the way, it was easy.

With the mask in one hand, you leaned back a little to finally drink his features in, and save them in your memory. And you didn’t have to be disappointed.

He was nothing like you imagined. Plump lips slightly opened, a freckle on his nose, three other on the right side of his face and two more on his jaw, near his ear – his ears, which stood out a little, giving him a little childish look. Brown locks of hair, fluffy, although damp from being trapped under the mask. They were a little wavy too, the kind which makes you want run your fingers through it repeatedly. And his eyes… Fuck, his eyes were fixated on your lip, a hungry light flickering in them.

One of his hands left your hips, and snaked up on your back, making you lean close to him. Your noses nearly touched. His breath fanned over your face. You swallowed hard, your mind filled with thoughts about what those lips could do to you in bed.

“So? What do you think?” His voice came out low and thick with lust, making you shiver.

“Would it sound bad, if I said that I just want to get you out of that stupid suit more than before?” He looked stunned by your sudden confession, but then the next moment he collected himself and smiled at you warmly.

“You are reading my mind.” Licking you lower lip instinctively, you watched him follow the movement with his eyes, even heard him groan. “Can I kiss you a little? Just to get a taste before going back out there?”

Instead of answering him, you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him. The moment your lips touched, his arms tightened around you, as if he tried to melt you into himself. It made all your thoughts run far away from you, and you didn’t even want them to come back if it meant that you could kiss more.

Chanyeol kissed you carefully, not trying to cross any invisible lines, but his hands constantly roamed around your body, making your blood boil and making your skin tingle. It has been some time since you’ve been with a man, and his hardness pressed between your bodies made a knot form in your stomach. You were getting aroused just by thinking about what he could do to you if all these clothes wouldn’t separate you.

A moan slipped past your lips when he licked them, then dipped his tongue into your mouth, tasting you fully.

A loud knock on the door startled both of you, the kiss cut too short for you liking.

“Come on, man, I have to take a piss, just let me in already!”Someone said, rather upset being stuck outside.

You felt you face turning from embarrassment, and Chanyeol’s ears tinted with the same color, although his eyes were wide from want. You slowly wiped away a little saliva from his lower lip, not knowing what to say. You felt breathless, you body begging for more kisses, more touches.

When the knocking repeated, you left the trance-like state, shaking your head and stepping away to go out, and probably embarrass yourself. He didn’t let you too far though, One arm snaking around your lower back, the other unlocking and opening the door, but only after wiping your skin under your lips with his thumb.

“I messed up your lipstick,” he explained.

A man dressed as an alien blinked at you in surprise, then quickly overcame the fact that you probably made out in the men’s bathroom, and barged in, going straight into the closest stall.

You scanned the place, looking for your friends, feeling too nervous to talk to Chanyeol about what just happened, or what could happen later tonight. Your legs still wobbly, you sighed. Chanyeol cleared his throat next to you, and your friends seemed to be nowhere in sight.

“I meant it, you know.”

“Which part?” you asked absentmindedly, fearing to look him in the eyes now, that you finally got rid off the mask. You looked down at the material in your hand, considering whether to give it back to him, or to take it with you.

“Where I said that I want to teach you to play bowling properly later on. And the ‘getting into your pants’ part too.”

The more you stared at him, the more his ears stuck out, even his fluffy hair couldn’t hide them. His eyes looked pure and convincing, when you looked into them. You held out the mask to him.

“I’ll be with my friends, until you finish,” you said, and smiled when confusion washed over his face. “The only question is: are we gonna go to your place or mine?”

“Shit, shit, shit,” he whispered as he grabbed your hand with the mask and pulled you to his chest. It happened so fast, you could barely register that he kissed you again, he let you go before you had the chance to kiss him back. “Did you really just asked whose place we should go?”

“Yeah. I thought that was the whole point.”

“Well, yes, but I never really thought my flirting would actually work.”

“We just made out literally five minutes ago, basically felt up each other, and you still think that I don’t want to hook up?” You were genuinely stunned. Was he playing a game with you? But the look in his eyes was so innocent, it couldn’t be that he was only toying with you.

Fortunately, there wasn’t many people around you, most of them were watching the games, only a few wandered around to go to the restrooms. Looking around, you waited for his response.

“I never really did this before. I mean hooking up with someone I barely know.”

“Oh. Well, if it helps, I don’t do that often either.” Your gazes met once again, and you smiled at him encouragingly, a little cheekily. “Only when a handsome guy, who dresses up as Deadpool, flirts with me lamely on Halloween.”

His shoulders lowered a little. After exhaling loudly, he returned you smile.

“Does it happen often?”

“That’s my first time,” you shrugged. Stepping closer to press your body to his again, savoring the feeling. You placed a hand on his chest, the other was still held captive by his hand. His hot breath fanned over your face. The knot in your stomach tightened, you had to press your thighs together, when he licked his lips in anticipation. “So, whose place it’s gonna be?”

“Do you live close by?”

Scavengers lost in the next round. Not because Chanyeol played terribly on purpose to end it faster, but the other team was truly better than them. They almost made it look like a game between professional players, it was a sight to remember.

Chanyeol’s balls were fast and accurate, the only sign that he wanted to end it soon. He often stole glances in your direction, where you sat with your friends. His face was hidden by the mask again, but your heart still beat faster whenever he turned to you.

Of course, your friends, especially Seohee and Yeonjun, tried to get you spill the tea about what just happened with the ‘Deadpool-guy’, as they called him (you kept his name to yourself), but you refused to say anything. While changing your shoes back, you hinted that you wouldn’t be walking home with them tonight, and might leave a little early, which was just adding fuel to the fire. Questions thrown at you faster than bullets, only stopped for a few seconds to breathe. You looked at Songwoo and Minji, begging for help with your eyes, but the girl looked back at you with surprise in her eyes, and the boy… well, he smiled like he was having the time of his life.

“Oh, stop it already!” You shushed them, when you finally had enough. “He seems nice, not a creep, and he’s interested in me too. So what’s so bad about hooking up with him? Seohee, you tell me all the time that I should find someone too.”

“Well, yeah, but didn’t mean that you should take home a complete stranger.”

“You do the same from time to time.”

Seohee opened her mouth, but words didn’t come out so she just shut it. Her eyes scanned your face, looking for something, and when she found it, a smirk appeared on her lips. She nodded, mostly to herself, then proudly said:

“You already made out with him!” Instinctively lifted your hand to your lips, remembering Chanyeol mentioning the smudged lipstick, and that was enough for Seohee, she pointed an accusing finger at you. “I fuckin’ knew it!”

Yeonjun snickered next to the girl, then his gaze wandered somewhere behind you for the second time tonight. After poking Seohee, she looked there too.

“You know what? I would take him home too,” the girl whispered cheekily, and looked into your eyes. “But promise to call me if something goes weird. I’ll call you in the morning, and if you won’t answer, I’m gonna march in there and cut his dick off.”

“Or worse,” the maknae added.

“We’ll talk in the morning,” you agreed.

Rolling your eyes, you turned around to check if they were just teasing you or Chanyeol was really coming to your table.

Well, he was coming. Tall, broad shoulders highlighted by the suit, the mask openly mocking you with hiding his face again. You already got a taste of him, now you couldn’t wait for more.

Abruptly, you stood up, realizing that if Chanyeol reaches the table, he’s gonna meet your friends, and they would probably make some jokes about you. He shouldn’t hear those kind of jokes, he might change his mind about going home with you or teaching you to bowl better.

Quickly gathering your stuff, you threw some money on the table, asking your friends to pay for your drink from it and said goodbye to them, all that before Chanyeol could come near them. As you walked to him, someone wolf whistled behind you, and you refused to turn around and check who it was. It sounded like Seohee anyway.

Chanyeol tilted his head, when you met him halfway, neither of you knowing what to do. A smile appeared on your lips at your own shyness. It seemed to ease his mind, grabbing your hand, and walking in the direction of the entrance.

“I have to admit, you’re a really good player.”

He turned to you, his hold tightening around your fingers.

“You haven’t seen everything yet. I just wanted to get over it fast. It’s a pity that we lost, but…” He trailed off, wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively.

You walked back on the same path you came to the bowling alley, except this time you weren’t accompanied by your friends, but a handsome man, who still hid his figures behind the mask. You put back the glasses, hiding the upper half of your face too. You wished he would pull up his mask a little and kiss you, but was thankful he didn’t, because when he did that back in the restroom you nearly lost your mind, getting wet and moaning into his mouth.

His hand held yours firmly, sometimes turning his face to you, but quickly turning back watching the street in front of you.

You smiled at his antics. It only made sense when you glanced down at his crotch. His erection was straining against his suit. The same need and want must have running through his veins too. Luckily to him, there wasn’t many people out on streets, who would have noticed it.

Hands trembling a little while looking for your keys in your purse, as your reached your apartment, you let yourselves in. Chanyeol followed you closely up on the stairs, his palm often reaching for your hips, stroking your ass while he was there. You chuckled, not saying anything, just stopping and feeling him press up against your back, then running away from him a little. His laugh echoed in the hallways.

��You have a nice place,” he said as you finally arrived to your apartment.

After taking off your shoes and putting your purse away, you didn’t know what to do or say. You felt awkward, just standing in the small hall area. You watched as Chanyeol sloppily put his shoes next to yours, then finally took his mask off. Hair fluffier than ever, eyes shining and dark. He licked his lips, ruffling his hair sheepishly.

Hesitantly, he reached his hand out for you, gaze literally devouring you, and you just had to give in to him. You wanted to.

One hand snaking around your lower back, the other taking off your half-mask, throwing it next to your purse. Then his hand came back to your face, fingers running along your hairline, or more like the wig’s hairline.

“It’s a wig, right?”

“Yes.” You helped him taking it off, then pulling off the thin fabric too that held your real hair in place. As it came off too, dyed red locks flowed down, laying on your shoulders.

“Who knew life would follow the comics?” he asked, distracted by your hair.

“What do you mean?”

“Deadpool fell in love with Yelena Belova as Black Widow, but later on they found out that it was Natasha Romanov in disguise all along.” He twirled a lock of hair between his fingers. The redness seemed to be flying around on his palm smoothly.

At the same time you couldn’t take your eyes off of his lips. Lust took over you, body moving on its own as you pushed him against the door and kissed him deeply. He was only surprised for a moment, then he kissed you back just as hard.

It was much more needy and lustful than the one back at the bowling alley; teeth clashing, tongue fighting for dominance, hands roaming wherever they could reach on each other’s body. He could freely grab your ass now, shoving your hips together, his length pressing to your crotch and stomach, buttons on your suit biting harsh into your skin.

Lips busy kissing, hands busy unbuttoning his damn suit, that he looked so good in, but wanted him to take off. A long exhale escaped you when finishing with the buttons your fingers didn’t reach bare skin but the cotton of a t-shirt. He chuckled, voice resonating through your body as he leaned away a little. With half-lidded eyes he looked down at you.

“Don’t be too surprised that I have a men’s stockings underneath too.”

“Are you serious?” you asked, hands already dipping deeper in the suit to confirm what he just said.

God, he really was wearing a thin stockings. Since you went that far, you reached one layer further and deeper, caressing and grabbing his cock. He inhaled sharply, eyes closing for a second, then moaning loudly and bringing your face up for another kiss.

Massaging his erection slowly, you got wet from the noises he made. He was vocal, humming and groaning in your mouth, even whining when you did something he especially enjoyed, like running your thumb over his tip, smudging some precum over it, or cupping his balls, squeezing them lightly.

“The suit was hurting my skin without it,” he whispered after a long time. “Shouldn’t we go inside?”

“Yeah, we should.” But none of you moved for a long time.

Leaving your lips, Chanyeol kissed down on your neck, unbuttoning your suit along the way, and leaving a burning trace of skin behind. You tried to continue undressing him with your free hand but it just didn’t work out. Not really wanting to separate from him, you were hesitant but took a small step back. He looked at you questioningly, body instinctively moving to close the gap fast. You held out a hand to hold him back, making him more confused. You smiled at him.

“I can’t take off your clothes if you keep kissing me like that.”

It turned his pout into a smile too. You pointed behind your back, then spoke up again:

“My bedroom is this way.”

Grabbing your shoulders he flipped you around.

“Lead the way, Y/N.” Your name sounded sinful coming from his lips. Tone low from want, you leaned into his touch as you marched into your room.

He wasn’t looking around, when you turned back to him; no, his eyes were fixated on you, your body, your face. Your stomach tightened in excitement.

No one ever looked at you like that. As if he was a thirty man stuck in a desert and you were a glass of water. His gaze made you just as intoxicated as his kisses.

Time and tension seemed to slow down, now it was more important to enjoy the moment than getting fast to the main part. You lead Chanyeol to your bed, making him sit on the edge, then finally peeled him out of his suit. A simply gray t-shirt hugged his upper body, a few tattoos littering around on his arms, veins popping out here and there. Fuck, he looked good. You stood between his legs. You noticed his stomach twitching, when you reached for the hem of the gray fabric, trying to pull it off in one swift movement. He held up his hands. With his ears sticking out, arms high up in the air, he looked like a child.

He had a really nice body. Toned arms, fine outline of abs, firm muscles hard as you caressed his skin. Nipples a shade darker than his lips, hard and pointy. You wanted to taste every inch of his body, knowing if he was as delicious as he looked.

He stopped you when you went for his pants, making you look him in the eyes.

“My turn,” he said.

He motioned for you to climb on his lap, caressing your thighs as you got on the bed and him, then firmly pressing you down on his lap. A soft moan escaped you as your core made contact with his length. It was hot and hard even through your clothes. His fingers, that were busy getting you out of the suit and revealing your bra-covered chest, halted in motion as you started grinding against his cock. You couldn’t hold back yourself anymore. You clenched around nothing, when he thrust his hips upwards, his hands working faster in getting you out of the black material.

Head buried in his neck, you suck bruises on the soft skin, and his shoulder and chest too, littering purplish spots on him.

“It’s okay, don’t stop,” he muttered when you stopped at a particularly loud whine from him, thinking it was because of pain. “I like it.”

You didn’t even notice when he unclasped your black bra, only feeling the cool air hitting your breasts.

“Fuck, you are beautiful,” he said, before his mouth closed around one nipple. Your breath hitched as he sucked, even bit down a little on it. Your hips moving in a slow rhythm, hoaxing soft sounds from him. “I won’t last long if we keep doing this.”

“Than better get naked fast,” you whimpered, not really trusting your voice anymore.

Clothes seemed to disappear afterwards, he undressed you with caring hands, but throwing the clothes without looking. His fingers dig into your skin when he pulled your panties off, a simple yellow cotton one, nothing special, maybe just the wet spot from your arousal on it. He looked up at you from between your legs, leaning on one hand, the other hiking higher and higher up on your thigh, until he reached your slit. Eyes dark with want, he asked:

“Do you want me to eat you out a little?” Then pressed his thumb down on your clit, drawing circles on it.

He took your whimper as a yes, because he didn’t wait. Only wetting his lips, and with that, his mouth was all over you. He kissed you down there like he did with the lips on your face: deeply, enthusiastically and with a lot of tongue. He had to put his arm on your stomach to hold you down, as you kept moving around. It was too much, the knot in your stomach growing bigger and bigger with every lick of his tongue.

Suddenly, he stopped, blowing air on your core, the coolness making you shiver.

Getting rid of his suit, pulling stockings and pants down in one go, your mouth watered from watching his cock spring free. It was long with a pink tip, a vein running along it, and hard. He smiled at your expression, hair messed up, sticking to his forehead. Chanyeol climbed above you. Resting one hand next to your head, he grabbed yours with the other and guided it to his length. It twitched when you wrapped your hand around him, the tip shiny with precum. Caressing his face with your free hand, and pulling him down for a kiss completely melting under his lips. Squeezing with your fingers, he rolled into your touch, his breath tickling your ear.

“Does it feel good?” you asked sheepishly, when he exhaled shakily.

“God, yes, fuck, I just…” he trailed off. “Do you have a condom? I want to be in you. Like right now.”

You squeezed his length again, his whimper echoing in your ears, then reached to your nightstand. You remembered putting some condoms away in there, thinking it might come handy in the future. You thanked your past-self for being mindful enough.

It wasn’t an easy task, though. Chanyeol kept kissing your body wherever he could reach, all while rutting himself against your mound, not missing grinding against your clit each again and again. Your hands trembled, accidentally pushing a book off the nightstand, but in the end you found what your were looking for.

After sitting up, he ripped the package and rolled the condom down on his cock. Your chest rose and fell quickly. Watching him, your hand slipped between your legs. After wetting your fingers with arousal, you drew eight-figures on your clit. You clenched hard again on nothing, waiting to feel him in you.

“Okay, okay,” he mumbled, shuffling around in between your legs. Digging his fingers into your thighs, he pulled your legs wider apart, fully exposing you.

Settling comfortable, he slid the tip on your slit up and down a few times. You were more than ready for him. Finally sinking into you, you moaned loudly. Both of your eyes were locked on where you connected, watching as he disappeared in you inch by inch. Your back arched up as he bottomed out. He stretched you out well, you needed a few moments to get used to it; he didn’t look that thick at first glance. He was long too, filling you up fully.

His groaning grew stronger as he pulled out, then buried in you again. Then repeated it a little faster, a little harder. You whimpered when he pulled out, tip almost coming out, but never actually leaving your pussy.

“Can I try something?” He panted, lying down on you and kissing you.

Grabbing the closest thing you could found, you wrapped your hands around his arms, muscles rock hard under your touch. You could only moan, forming words was a complicated task with him nonstop pounding into you. He put his free hand under your head, holding himself up on his lower arm. Fingers getting lost in your hair, massaging your scalp, he repeated his question.

“I need you to answer, baby.” The petname made you sink further into oblivion, but he brought you back by slowing down his movements. He pulled out infuriatingly carefully, and pushed back even slower, but harshly whipped himself into you at the last inch. “What do you say? Can you put your leg on my shoulder for me?”

You nodded, swallowing hard as he picked his pace up again. Pushing himself up, his fingers snaked around your left ankles and pulled it over his shoulder just like he asked. You didn’t even came yet, and you were fucked out already. Skin glowing form sweat, hips moving as if he was dancing, you felt like exploding. This way he went deeper, hitting at a different angle, heat growing faster in your lower abdomen than before. You would come soon.

Lifting your hips, you welcomed his with every push. Chanyeol turned his head to your leg, kissing and biting down on your ankle to mute down his groans a little. It was no use, he was still as loud as you anyway. It was game over for you when he licked his fingers, putting them on your clit, sloppily drawing circles and pushing down on it a little.

“I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, right before your hands fisted in the sheets, eyes widened as white hotness run through your body. You clenched hard around Chanyeol’s length, only soft ‘fuck’ exclamations leaving your lips.

He pushed your leg back down on the bed, falling on you, slamming his cock harder and deeper if that was possible. His muscles flexed under your touch when you splayed them across his back, then going down, squeezing his ass. You watched him closely, his eyes fluttering shut, smooth skin painted with hickeys made by you, wanting to remember it forever. Probably even make new memories like this with him.

Chanyeol moaned into your ear, kissing you once more. He shuddered in your arms. You could feel his length pulse in you, his body collapsing on you. His skin was hot against yours, lips kissing a wet trail across your jaw to your mouth.

His kiss was slow and comfortable, not driven by lust anymore, simply tasting you and exploring your mouth thoroughly. Cock soft, he pulled out of you. Chanyeol shivered when you took the condom off of him, throwing it out in the trash near your bed.

“It was good for you too, right?” he asked somewhat sheepishly, as you lay back next to him. His hands were instantly on your body, not teasing, just holding you. He blinked slowly. Lips dark and wet with saliva, you wanted to kiss him again.

“Yeah, one of the biggest orgasms I’ve ever had.”

“One of?”

“Let me keep my pride, okay? I can’t say that I had the best sex ever with a man we barely know each other.”

“Well, if you come with me on the bowling date I was talking about earlier, then we can get to know each other better.”

“Wait!” You shifted up to your elbow to look at him. “You meant a date when you talked about teaching me bowling?”

“What else could I have mean?”

“I don’t know.” Shivering as he dipped his fingers between your legs, teasing your sensitive clit and slit, his other hand hugging you to his bare body.

“But I can promise, if you go on a date with me, I’ll eat you out afterwards. Twice.”

Fuck, why does he have to sound so hot? You were getting wet again, soaking his fingers as he pushed one in you, moving it sensually in and out. A moan was threatening to slip out. You clenched when he added a second finger, waiting for your answer. You weren’t lazy either, palming his cock, feeling him grow hard again in your hand.

“I’ll say yes if you fuck me in the shower.”

“I’m in,” he said, then brought you in the bathroom in his arms, to fulfill his part of the deal.

[little-akuma-0ni]

Its been years since I posted on here last, well nows a good a time as any.

I kinda have been fascinated by the hero of men from Minish cap. Seeing as Fours one of my favorites, and how he references him in his design. Kinda implying Four looks up to him. So, I decided to make my own version of him based off Linked Universe. 

I have no idea if Jojo has plans for him to show up in their comic, but I love how he turned out and I will probably show him interacting with the chain at a later time.

Also because we know very little about him, I have had to make my own story for him. So a lot is me making stuff up.

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Little base facts about him,

He would be the youngest in the chain, he’s even younger then Wind, and smaller then Four.

His Hyrule is a few hundred years after Raruru and Sonia’s reign, and he had to deal with the very first calamity and the people who used it for their own benefit.

He was around the same age as Four was during Minish cap, as in 9 or 10 he’s only the youngest because he only ever had one adventure.

He’s rather aloof, he tends to like staying out of big groups and hides with the more quieter members of the chain. Four as you could guess is his favorite, but Sky, Time and Twilight are okay. Though he feels like Twilight babies him sometimes and he stays faraway from ever touching the master sword. Time he likes being near but the more intimidating members of the chain hang around him more so he stays with the quiet ones in the back.

He hates being called a hero, it makes him really uncomfortable.

He’s very calm when he speaks usually, many adults call him mature for his age.

He’s deathly terrified of touching the master sword, even believing it might turn him to dust if he touches it.

He becomes very talkative around Minish as opposed to Hylians he loves talking to them, well, they talk and he listens with a smile.

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I’ll show more about him in other posts but that’s little Men.

[0l-unreliable]

Feel free to be as long-winded or short as you want with this; but can you explain Homestuck to me? I've tried many times to get into it, but it confuses me and I just want it in layman's terms please 🙏

So in the most boiled down, simplified, BASIC terms: Homestuck is a coming of age, saving the world story that gets interrupted by the narrative, the creator (Hussie self inserts so much he's basically a main side character that the characters can and do reference), timeline bullshit, and the introduction and subsequent abandonment of new plots/characters. Though it's technically a comic, the text alone could fill probably 3-5 novels. I'd also like to say I ONLY read the original comic and I only read it 2 1/2 times in the past 10 years

Ok that stuff out of the way here's as fatless as I can serve: John and co. (Dave, rose and jade) Decide to play a game called 'sburb', unknowingly triggering both the beginning of their adventure and the end of their world, while they navigate getting into the game (like, physically, since their planet is being pelted by meteors) we're introduced to some weird fuckin grey dudes (the trolls, unplanned and frankly maybe unwanted at the point by me at least) we find out they went through this same 'game-that-ends-the-world' scenario but with 12 different kids instead of four, which made the whole thing more complicated and dramatic (and here we're also introduced to the blood caste system aka the fantasy racism system, there are 11-12 different blood colors with candy red being the rarest and the lowest/worst). They make it into the game and are left to wait while they figure shit out and this is when they start communicating with John and co, since they're technically not in the same timeline as the humans they can jump around and pick any point to talk to them (ex: a troll can click a button and talk to a version of John already in the game then five seconds later click another button and talk to a John that has never even heard of the game). Unfortunately this is when the timeline/doomed reality shenanigans start. I will not be untangling all that, sorry. They figure out that they (the trolls +John and co) have to make a NEW universe out of a special frog and make plans to all meet. Dave and Rose have already managed to get to the same place the trolls are (a random meteor) but John and Jade still must travel to get to them, which will take 3-4 years (this was probably because at this point everyone has been 13 for the past 3 real human years and hussie wanted a time skip). I cannot stress the weight of the next statement enough: some bullshit happens. You meet 12 NEW trolls that are basically the ancestors to the trolls we know and love/hate. To me they don't super have a point, but this is also where we learn that every person who died and every version from a 'doomed timeline' who died is in fact alive as ghost in bubbles of space-time and can interact both with other dead versions of themselves and the alive versions of themselves when they pass through. Like I said. Some bullshit happens. Then..oh and then...we get shot both into the future, the past, and an alternative timeline. This time, it's with the ancestors/guardians of John and co. This is were Dirk and Jake are. (And Roxy and Jane ofc) At this point I believe hussie has majorly checked out. This new group of humans (the 'Alphas', named after their timeline) don't get much in terms of story compared to the others, but what we do see it that while Jake and Jane live in the good ol' current time of 2016, Dirk and Roxy live far far FAR into the future. A future where a tyrannical troll has conquered Earth and flooded it in an attempt to expand her watery empire. They are the last two people alive, made from the genetic remains of their timelines Dave and Rose. Their only hope of survival is the game, luckily they get in, unluckily Hussie has Checked Out. They are in a dead game and must wait to either be attacked by the big bad (of which there are at least three I'm sorry but mentioning their whole deal is....daunting. remember this is all still simple) and/or be pulled to the OG group of trolls and humans. Eventually everyone gathers up, Hussie retcons some shit through John, they fight all bazillion big bads at once and BAM. make a new universe in which all TWENTY of them are gods. The end.

This is as simple as I can make it based on how I understood it/what I remember. It's not called the worlds longest webcomic for nothing. If you made it this far and still think you may want to try again to read but don't want to spend a large chunk of your life reading a textual nightmare, there are videos on YouTube that read it for you that have gotten pretty far, I have left A LOT out.

HS is a super confusing, badly written, reference heavy peice of work. I think ultimately it's about how YOU interpret things and where you stop reading. It seems random, and it is, but Hussie manages to round most things out, there's a lot of characters that explain a lot of things very often. Sometimes you don't know What The Hell is Happening until 5 acts and 3 intermissions later. That's fine.

Thanks for letting me yap. Feel free to ask about more anytime either in dms or through asks.

[phoenixkaptain]

It’s very funny to read extended lore Star Wars, canon or Legends’, because Leia and Darth Vader are both very similar, at least to deal with.

It’s like, Leia’s plans and Vader’s plans are so similar! “Okay, step one: we draw all of the fire to me. Step two: attack from the sides. Optional step three, if step two doesn’t work: jump on in again.”

The biggest difference is that Leia does not actually want to kill anybody who’s unarmed, like civilians and prisoners, while Vader has already killed the civilians and prisoners while everyone else was thinking about if they should or not. But even in that way, they are similar, if only because both of them are fucking insane and stubborn as fuck. Leia is like “If I die, I will die not killing someone, sucker. Just try to stop me.” Vader is like “On the off chance I die, I will die killing someone. Can’t believe you thought you could stop me.”

My favourite part of Star Wars is posthumously making Leia and Vader act similar. They are both stonecold and accept no criticism and it is very funny that Leia is the Anakin of the group.

Luke, over there in the corner, is the Obi-Wan of the group. He is painfully optimistic, annoyingly optimistic, he the type of person to land a crashed ship and say “another happy landing.” I don’t know how to explain this any better, Obi-Wan and Luke are twinsies, okay, in being optimistic despite the fact that there is a dagger to their throat.

Han is the Padme of the group. No explanation necessary.

I know knee-jerk reaction is to tell me I’m seeing what I want to be there, but on the other hand! Luke and Leia, especially in later comics, are portrayed very often cloaked in darkness. As in, their faces are shadowed and they don’t often step into the light, which is a clear indication that the writers are going “look! Look these are Vader’s kids! Vader’s kids! Look!” which I approve of tenfold and think we should do in all modern media-

Leia specifically though let’s her anger get the best of her rather often actually. Is the best plan really to try and take the guy (who decided to storm a heavily guarded prison and kill all of the prisoners) hostage? No! No that is not the best plan! But, he specifically says he wants Leia to kill him and that the war against the Empire will be lost if Leia had any humanity and Leia takes that as a challenge! at this point, she lets him live out of spite!

The only thing that distracts Leia from her anger is her friends being in trouble. She’s lucky she’s hanging around Luke Skywalker, honestly, or her anger would’ve taken hold of her ten chapters ago and never let her go. If Luke was a bit less of a damsel, Leia would never be distracted, it’s a symbiotic relationship-

Leia is supposed to be like Anakin. By which, I of course mean that Anakin is supposed to be like Leia. And I think they didn’t really have a choice, when it came to characterizing Anakin, but to make him more like Leia.

If they made Anakin act like Luke, Anakin would not have fallen to the Dark Side. This is for one primary reason: Luke slips and slides his way all across the galaxy except for the place where the fighting is actually actively taking place. If Anakin was like Luke, he would’ve gotten lost fifty times during the Clone Wars, inadvertently freed a LOT of people, and been late to all the events he had to witness in order to break.

He would have been late to Mustafar, okay? Obi-Wan and Padme would’ve been standing there for hours, waiting for him to show up. Then, Padme would get fed up and comm him like “Where are you, Ani? I’ve been on Mustafar-“ and he’d be like “Mustafar? Why are you on Mustafar? I’m over in Corellia. Crazy story! Palpatine told me to go murder some younglings, so I tried to do that, but I got distracted when I noticed some ducks that needed help crossing the street. But then, this big Rodian showed up and- well, long story short, the Jedi temple was empty when I got there, but I figured I should probably try and keep this gold pendant out of anyone’s hands-“ “What?” “-so after I spoke to you, I started getting ready to go to Mustafar, you know, to throw it into the lava, but my accelerator exploded and I tailspun my way out until I happened across a pirate ship-“

And it would just continue like that! Luke’s luck is either horrendous or tremendous, no matter how you look at it! That, or the Force is trying to cover his eyes because it doesn’t want its BABY to see anything BAD.

Anakin couldn’t be like Luke. The only choice was to make him more like Leia. More hot-tempered and more the type of person to walk into a firefight with little to no backup. Therefore, Anakin was made like Leia, and Leia, in return, in extraneous fiction, is made more like Anakin and I enjoy it a lot.

Also, my favourite part of the comic so far is: “How are we going to escape [the ship that we are currently destroying and that is floating in lava, Vader]?”

“By leaving the ship.”

Thank YOU, Anakin, your tactician’s brain never rests.

[lucidia-sys]

In Defense of Pharma

Guys I'm really tired of seeing ppl shit on Pharma solely for the incident with Ambulon. Seeing people defend Ratchet against him. Tired of people being awful to him because of things he couldn't control. People will really support the toxic ones because of the simple fact they are a popular character that everyone loves. I'm tired of pretending I like Ratchet (I adored TFA and G1 only). I don't. He's an awful guy when you look at the case with Pharma. And personally I just don't find him interesting like other characters. Ratchet fucking ruined Pharma pre-Delphi. He was this sweet guy who did his best and I strongly believe Pharma may have BPD, so that only makes what Ratchet did so much WORSE. The way Pharma attached to Ratchet reminds me of one with their FP (Favorite Person). He believed so much in Ratchet, looked up to him, considered him one of his closest friends, his FP if you will. He cared deeply about Ratchet, and it deeply affected him when he just up and fucking left without a proper goodbye. And so began a long fucking chain of him getting fucked over. Another point that gets used against him was the virus he unleashed, that wasn't his fucking fault. Tarn was pressuring him. He was stuck in an incredibly hard point. The DJD would after him if he didn't feed Tarn's addiction, he'd still be fucked even witht he fact he did it. Pharma gets stuck in the middle of nowhere with two people he doesn’t care for, and one of them is a direct target of the group blackmailing him into killing patients. There was nothing he could have done to make the situation better. And I fucking find it such BULLSHIT that First AId went to Ambulons side rather than Pharmas DESPITE THE FUCKING FACT Amublon is a ex-con, he could very well have been conspiring with Sonic and Boom. The fact Pharma got immediately blamed pisses me off. He was just doing his job, trying to keep his job, and juggle his issues with Ratchet appearing. His FP that fucking abandoned him. This is a STRONG example of how mental illness can fuck oneself over. As someone with BPD, I heavily relate to Pharma, so I am very defensive over this (no shit I'm writing a whole thing defending him). I understand his panic. His stress. The need to prove himself. A case too is with the incident of Ambulon. Yes, the way he handled the situation was awful, but think about it. He wanted to prove himself, to prove he was better than the asshole who left him behind. So how does he do it? Give a prompt to Ratchet that he KNOWS he can't fix, prove that Ratchet is not as good as he thinks he is. And as for Tryest, it's another situation of lose/lose. I didn't pay much attention to that bit of the story but I can say that Pharma was dealing with that whole 'I need to prove im better than these jerks so everyone will like me and need me' BPD mess he has going on. A person with BPD often seeks validation from others, needing FPs to love them and respect only them, which is why he usually claims himself as the best medic. He needs the validation, that boost to his fragile ego that is crumbling with every second. Plus Tyrest promised him a place in the forged only world he was planning. It made him feel valid and needed. He chased that feeling. And then Ratchet came along and started to derail his mind. Leading him to do something that ultimately painted him in a bad light. And he proved he was stronger within the Lost Light comics. Issue 4 showed him hurtingTyrest in such a fashion that not even the best medic, not even his "beloved Ratchet" (his words, not mine), could figure out how he caused so much damage. He was pissed off. He was having a split. He was damaged. I believe we should focus more on the goods of a character, the compexity of their issues, rather than honing on one specific thing that was not that big of a fucking deal. This fandom is awful with painting certain characters as awful awful people for simple issues that can be explained very easily. NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUUUUSE ME. I'm going to take a moment to nap because I am so frustrated and overstimulated and angry rn.

[gffa]

Can I ask your opinion on something? It's about Jason and the way hes written in a lot of batfamily comics, because I can't shake the feeling that in a lot of stories he's in theres is this rather... condescending attitude towards Jason. They are always writing him as this angry impulsive idiot who can't deal with a case or have plan of his own and basically needs Bruce and the others to save him.

For example, take Cheer, a lot of people been calling the best story Jason had, but it still repeats so much of the annoying tropes that Jason gets: He's written tob e really impulsive and dumb and prone to mistakes that the others would never make, and who Bruce to explain him to not attack drug addicts, and them you have to flashbacks that are there to retroactively insert instances of him being a "bad robin" who would torture a random person for no reason and killed someone before he even became robin. And whole story gives the idea that the only reason Jason can be good in anyway is because Bruce stopped from going bad.

then In the failsafe arc when Bruce is praising Tim he has to make a mention about how Jason hated training as a robin, which is not the first time Bruce has compared Jason negatively to prop Tim.

And now in The Gotham War, Jason gets brainwashed by Bruce with that failsafe thing. And it's treated as this big awful thing... until one issue has passed, and then Jason's already resisting the symptons long enough to try to save someone but not enough to actually succeed at by himself, and Bruce saves him by giving him a piggyback ride that treats Jason like child. And Bruce leaves without fixing what he did.

Like compare Jason now with the way he was before the New52 in stories like Under the Hood or the Lost Days. Jason back them as more often than not a villain, but he was a good villain, he was intelligent and competent in a way he is simply not anymore, and makes so mad that nonee these modern stories seem to actually respect him as a character and just make really made and it just ruins most Batfam media for me.

Take this for what it is--someone who is not as deeply into Jason's character as others are and who is more of a general fan (and specifically a fan of my own Blorbo)--but my feeling with Jason's character is that DC doesn't really know what they want to do with his character and so he gets written as incredibly inconsistently by various comics because of it. So often when I look at the bigger scope of his appearances, it's not clear if he's supposed to be a villain, a villain on the way to being reformed, an antihero, a misunderstood hero, or what. And that also tends to influence his relationship with Bruce on a narrative level, how much Bruce is "right" or "wrong" about Jason or even often how he acts around the other Batfam members, especially if he gets an author who is a fan or if he's just there to be the impulsive hothead who needs others to step in. To some degree, that's just how comics are--every character is written as the dumb idiot sometimes when they're not in their own book. I often Suffer as a Dick Grayson fan or a Tim Drake fan or a Barbara Gordon fan, when I pick up another character's book for them. There can be great appearances in non-titular characters' books! But a lot of the time, when I'm reading, I have to look at the title and go, okay, Blorbo's not going to be treated as well as they should because this isn't their book. And I think that's a big chunk of what happens with Jason, one that gets exacerbated because it's not really clear what his role in the group is meant to be.

(Like, there is a VERY noticeable difference in the way Jason is written in Task Force Z--a book designed to center around him--versus when he shows up in a cameo in another book. Or there is a VERY noticeable difference in the way Dick is written when he cameos in a Batgirls book versus who he's written in his own central title. Comics, you know?) So, you're not wrong that Jason gets written weirdly a lot, but I don't see it as totally unique to his character, because it's somewhat just kind of part of the landscape of comics and somewhat just that Jason gets it more intensely than other characters because he never really had the solidification of who/what he was supposed to be in the comics, like even when Tim is written really badly and they refuse to let him evolve, at least you understand what his role is in the family, so a lot of authors have a baseline for how he should be treated. (And I don't know how well he actually does/doesn't sell comics, which is often a big influence in how a character will get treated in stories they appear in, like Bruce is probably DC's single biggest seller, so he's always going to have a baseline of being intended to be cool and heroic--mileages vary on how that comes off, but I think the intention is there, even when writing him as fucking up sometimes--like Jason is tremendously popular in fandom, but does that actually translate to selling comics? I have no idea.) I think it's fair to say that, look at almost any character in the Batfam, and they'll have a period where a lot of fans feel like they're being written the way you're describing Jason being written right now--I could probably find you people who would say similar things about Dick, Tim, Damian, and Babs right now, too, that they're being written as incompetent and like they need someone to hold their hand just to cross the street without messing it up. But also that you're not wrong that Jason is probably getting the worst of it and it's one of those things that I often have just had to learn to roll with when it comes to comics or else just walk away. (Sooooo many times I had to nearly walk away from comics because I dislike what's happening at a certain point and, often times, I have had to walk away. I walked away from DC because of it. I walked away from X-Men comics because of it. I walked away from Thor comics because of it. It's only recently that I came back to DC to give them another chance and, honestly, I'm only staying because I'm getting what I want for my Blorbo. That's kinda how comics often are, if you're here for a Blorbo, rather than here for the entire roster. /says without judgement, as I know what I am too)

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Hi! Ohmigosh, I can’t believe I’m asking THE Sophie Campbell something 😆 I’m a really big fan of your art 😍 I love how your art style has improved over the years (I do like both styles, though) I really like how in your new art style, you perfectly mix cute and dark. Leading on to my actual question, I am so happy that you were the one to draw Raph and Alopex’s first kiss!!! I was sad when they broke up because I loved them together :( Do you ever think that they will ever get back together? Would you have kept their relationship the same as it was? What made you want to do KoyaXLeo? Have an amazing day!!!

Thank you so much!! <3 My original plan was to never break up Raph and Alopex because I feel like too many serialized stories in monthly comics and TV shows always do that, they always FINALLY get the two characters together after however long of will-they-won't-they, and then quickly break them up because the writers don't know what to do with a nice, regular romantic relationship. I hate that!

But after the stuff with Saki being part of the team, I just couldn't reconcile it with Alopex as a character and what she'd gone through with him. Having that drive her away from the Turtles was the only thing that made sense to me. The stuff with Saki becoming "good" was actually an editorial direction thing, I didn't want to do it and I resisted it at first but tried my best to make it work. Alopex leaving the group was also sort of partly a metaphor for my own thoughts about it, a retaliation against the Turtles teaming up with the person who murdered them and abused Alopex. I kinda felt cornered by that storyline and I just couldn't write Alopex staying with Raph (and the Turtles group overall) after that, I felt like it would've been a disservice to the character to have her suck it up. She HAD to put her foot down.

The Leo/Koya thing actually started out as more of a joke on twitter until I realized there were fans who genuinely shipped them, haha. It's still kind of a running gag, I don't think I would ever show them in present day getting together or anything, but having them as a couple decades down the line in the future time period felt like a nice way to cap it off. In my original script Koya wasn't even in that scene, it was going to be a grown-up adult Rahzar, until I decided to add Koya/Leo in there for one particular superfan (hi Paty!!).

Thank you again!!! <3

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Please take as much time and breaks as you need! It's ok if you don't participate as much when participation is made to bring enjoyment! Please focus on what you want or need to do!

I hope things get better :]!!

Thank you.

To be honest, I think I’ve been in this state for a few months at least; the only thing that’s changed recently is the one big catastrophe that has forced me to reprioritize everything I do.

Also I’m still learning to be okay with the fact that I just don’t have the time or energy to deeply invest attention in my interests the way that I used to.

I want to read comics and fics and analysis, and respond to them, and write my own, and catch up on the series (I’m legitimately behind for the first time I can ever think of), and catch up with the friends of mine who’ve created art of all types for this fandom, but…so often now, it seems that even when I do have the time, I can’t drum up the energy it would take to really responsively involve myself in the stories, either as a creator or as an audience.

(That is something I’m hoping better time management can fix, so I can reserve energy for a venture that I deliberately set aside time for instead of leaving it to the chance of “when I have time” and then not having the energy to spare once “time” actually opens up.)

And they are all things that I do want to do, I love this series and the people I’ve met through it. I’ve made friends that I want to keep for life, here, and there are so many people with intriguing ideas and fascinating things to say. But…

…the thing I enjoy has been overwhelming to me for quite some time now, and I’m only now admitting that to myself because losing my car and my proofreading job has forced me to shift my attention away from it.

I look at this series and its fandom that I love and just see a mountain of stories and ideas and observations and art that I know I’m gonna have All The Thoughts about, which I’m gonna feel compelled to share, either in my own way or in response to someone else’s, because otherwise I won’t be able to think about anything else.

A mountain which I feel I need to catch up on, in order to keep up with everyone else.

And right now…I just can’t afford to do that.

I need to relearn that it’s okay to miss things. That not being first in line or even on-time for everything doesn’t mean I love this series any less, or make me any less of a member within the communities that surround it.

I’m not planning on leaving anytime soon. I still have projects that I intend to finish, no matter how long it takes to actually develop them to a point where they’re shareable outside my group of brainstorming buddies. I still have friends that I’ll maintain regular contact with, even if we don’t talk about AvA as much for the time being.

But I haven’t been able to absorb anything new for a while now, and I think that means it��s time for me to take a step back for a bit. I shouldn’t feel dread every time a new video airs or a new comic or fic chapter is posted because I can’t handle the thought that there’s more work I need to do to keep up with it all. It shouldn’t be work.

Again, I’m not leaving. I’ll still be around, and I’m open to interacting with anyone who has questions for me or wants my thoughts on something regarding the series or my fanworks. I just won’t be the one prompting those interactions, for now; because for the foreseeable future, I won’t be investing my attention in this series or its fandom. I can’t be the one to start those conversations anymore, and I can’t respond to things that aren’t put directly in front of me with the intent that I, specifically, should see them. I don’t have the time or the energy, and having the will is just making it harder.

Sorry for the wall of text, ehe. Thank you for understanding.

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CHAPTER 3 IS FINALLY HERE🗣️🗣️🗣️

Finished reading the new chapter? Lucky for you, I got some treats for ya!

CHARACTER SHEETS FOR THE NEW CHARACTERS AND CATNAP‼️‼️‼️

CatNap, the used to be sleepy critter. He’s now a leader of new group, the Sun Screamers! He may not look like leadership material but he learned from, what he claims to be, the best leader that he knows.

Meet Harper Barker! Sassy, rude, and serious is how most critters describe her. She’s the Captain of the Ratto Mafia Guards and takes her job very seriously. She refuses to rest until she catches CatNap. She reeks of bleach due to her fur being dyed so much, what’s her real fur color? No one knows but her girlfriend does!

Fun Fact: I inverted one of the Smiling Critters and gave them to Harper. Can you guess who’s inverted color palette I gave her?

Crashing through your door is Topaz! He’ll cheer you up no matter what! This Spiny Mouse always gets himself hurt in the weirdest ways possible, but that doesn’t stop him. Luckily he has his friends to patch him up!

Fun Fact: Topaz was one of the first Sun Screamers that I designed, that’s why his color palette is a bit more unique than the others.

Cold and Serious…. Calico! Some say he lost his eye to a monster, some say that Tony ripped out his eye, but CatNap thinks that he’s just a big softy inside. This orange and white fawn variegated rat will protect his friends no matter the cost.

Fun fact: Calico was going to be named Patches (kinda like a pirate) but I changed my mind and gave the name Patches to the stoner rat at the beginning of Chapter 3!

The Sun Screamers’ number one fashion designer, Diamond! She’s makes new accessories for her friends as her way of bonding with them. This white dumbo rat is known for her huge ears, she’s always wearing different earrings everyday. She cares for her friends deeply and will drop her nice girl act to throw hands with whoever hurts her friends.

Fun Fact: I imagined Diamond with comically large ears at first, but I wasn’t able to draw them so we got somewhat big ears Diamond! She also used to wear so many earrings but I didn’t know how to draw them so any kind of earrings on Diamond is perfectly okay with me.

This scene mouse is Lucy! This Australien long coated mouse is the most shyest girl you’ll ever met. CatNap and the rest of their friends have tried to get her out of shell, but it usually never works. It’s rare to see her yell or be angry in general.

Fun Fact: Lucy was going to be emo, but I changed her to be a scene girl because it fits with the times! (the fanfic takes place in 2005)

Yuck, what’s burning? It’s Ash making a new invention! This cotton mouse tends to have a short temper whenever things don’t go his way. Sometimes his inventions work and sometimes they don’t, he tends to have backup plans upon backup plans for everything.

Fun Fact: When I was designing Ash, he went through so many phases! First, he was brown girl mouse named Goggles. Then he got changed to a boy and his name was changed to Ash. Then he was light grey before I settled on dark grey.

What’s that growing from that ground? It’s everyone’s number one spooky boy, Fungus! He’s one of the oldest children among his many siblings. This brown satin rat is normally busy talking to his dead siblings or learning a new spell, but you’ll see him around the valley’s graveyard most of the time.

Fun Fact: Fungus’ book was going to have a pentagram on it instead but I thought it was an overused idea so I replaced it for the eyes!

Yeesh! I thought we were done, but what’s that bright light? Is it god? No you sillies! It’s one of the angels known Cat-Bee! Always ready to help her friends at the ready, but don’t let her carefree nature fool you! She’ll get protective of her friends if she senses danger. Nonetheless, she’s one of the people that helps keep CatNap sane.

Fun Fact: She was originally going to be disguised as a capybara instead of Ash with another toy angel disguised as a capybara beside her. But I thought that was too many characters for one chapter so you’ll see that other angel in a later chapter.

If you’re up for a puzzle based on this fanfic then check out this puzzle that I made! (Light mode is highly recommended.)

If you’re stuck, there’s a hint in this chapter that can help you complete the puzzle! :)

SEE YA IN CHAPTER 4!