#yes the title is an adopt me reference

[bloomness]

ABC TO ADOPT

↳ you buy a cheap version of your boyfriends plushie merch and declare it a part of your newfound family

ft. kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou

contains: f!reader implied for kaminari + shinsou otherwise gn!reader, established relationship

kirishima eijiro

kaminari denki

sero hanta

shinsou hitoshi

masterlist

[chaos--s]

platonic yandere! royal couple x reader (pt.2)

Here's part 1!

warnings; threats, someone being meanie towards reader, yandere behavior

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You're dressed in the finest silk the land could offer, hands perfectly still at your side as you allowed the concubine to tend to the cloth draped on you. Not used to being pampered like this, the discomfort evident in how stiff you were. He smiled as he pinched one of your cheeks.

"Loosen up sweetheart, it's an event. Not the end of youer life." He teases. God, it might as well be. You give him a half-hearted smile to satiate him and in return he gives you a peck on your forehead.

"Your father is going to love this on you. He picked it out himself, could barely contain his excitement." He says as he walks out of your room. The Emperor. That's who he was referring to when he says your 'father.'

Having to refer to the Emperor as your father was...disturbing. The man you were taught not to look at without permission, to bow your head whenever you entered the same room he was in.

Well, you weren't planning on being forcibly adopted by a tyrant in this lifetime.

The doors to your ridiculously large room swing open, In the mirror reflection, you can see the Emperor walking in with his head held high and you had to fight the urge to look down. You've learned pretty quickly that he despises it whenever you stared at your feet instead of looking at him.

Quick to anger, even with the child that he 'loved.' You wonder if he was even capable of a fatherly love that he claimed to have felt towards you.

You tense when his eyes find you. As he walked closer, his gaze drifts as he takes you in. No readable expression. Just, cold.

It feels like hours has passed when he finally nods, turning away to leave your room again. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and glanced at the concubine.

"...Do you think he hates me?" You mutter. The question burns in the back of your head, stupid of you to even think that. He chose you for a reason, also why would you care?

"Oh-" The concubine clasps his hands together as he walked up to you, embracing you with a gentle hug. "Sweetheart he doesn't, of course he doesn't."

He releases you for a second and holds your head in his hands. "Then why is he so cold? Why choose me of all people if he only treats me like this?"

A sad smile. "He's a dummy who doesn't know how to express his emotions," You snicker slightly at the title. "He loves you with his whole heart, he would give up his kingdom if it meant keeping you in his life."

"Kinda hard to believe that."

"In due time, until then you have me right? I'll give you all the love you deserve." He finishes with a barrage of kisses to your face. You couldn't help but smile at the random affection.

"Alright, alright." You lightly push him off. "Thanks." You rub your arm, only feeling a little comforted by his words. The foreboding feeling of being celebrated at an event filled with nobles and royalty of other Kingdoms made your stomach flip. You had barely lived as a royal, yet you were already being shoved into a what was basically a test of your skills as a royal.

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Just as you expected, the celebration was incredibly nerve-wracking.

You stood there, slightly hiding yourself behind the concubine as the couple talked to different nobles. You felt like a child again, not belonging in any conversation and being brushed off like you were a child.

"...And is this the heir you were speaking so highly about?" Suddenly the conversation was turned to you. You jump slightly when a hand on your back gently nudges you forward, right in front of a Duke.

"Yes, they're a little shy but it's their first time attending parties of this caliber." The concubine was a smooth talker, very much unlike you were. You offered an unsure grin when the Duke eyes you, evident disdain in his eyes covered up with fake respect.

"It's good to meet you." You say, reaching out a hand to shake his, but he simply ignores you as he glances back up at the Emperor. Ouch, you retracted your hand. Well, what else could you expect. You weren't born into royalty like a lot of these people were.

You were forced into it. Maybe a dream to others, but you'd rather live your life quietly and without the judgement of people who didn't know you.

This doesn't fly past the Emperor as his jaw ticks in anger. Disrespect to his child wasn't tolerated at all, and especially right in front of his face. It was a death wish. And he was willing to fulfill that.

"You may go now." His voice is strained as he tried to conceal his anger, his concubine wasn't concealing it well either. Smile strained to the point where it looked like it hurt to keep it up.

The Emperor looks at you. "You may go." He repeats himself and you slightly bow your head, mumbling a small apology as you walked off. You messed up, your first party in your name and you messed it up.

What you miss as you disappear into your room to mull over your actions during the party was how the Emperor defends you. The way his rage drives every action stops the event itself on its heels.

"If you step foot in my kingdom ever again," The Emperor has his foot on the Dukes neck, ignoring the strangled pleas that came from the man on the floor. "I will have your fucking head, do you understand?"

He sees the man nod slightly and he lets up, dusting his foot on the carpeted ground as if choking the life out of a man dirtied his expensive shoes.

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You're curled up alone in your bed, the moonlight being your only company. Being sent to your room just because you fumbled a conversation made you feel like shit. Obviously. You shoved your face into the pillow as flashes of the Emperor looking at you with disappointment.

Letting out a groan knowing it would be muffled by the pillow, it was you letting out your frustrations as well. It was confirmed now, he hated you.

You groaned even louder. It was turning into more of a scream as your frustration built. Why did you care what he thought of you? You hate him, you should hate him because he made you into his heir without even asking you.

When the doorknob to your room turns and the door opens gently, you immediately shot up. Watching as, unfortunately, the man you had just been thinking about walks in. All scary and intimidating, his face shrouded in shadows.

"Not asleep?" His voice is softer, less harsh than before. You nod.

Silence, only interrupted by the shuffling of his clothes as he made his way to your bed. He was going to slap you, your brain couldn't help but think, hit you. Tell you how shit you were with dealing with the Duke.

"I'm sorry," He starts, sitting next to you. Huh. Maybe it would escalate into something worse- "I'm horrible at being openly affectionate but- but I am trying."

His hand is on your cheek now, caressing it ever so softly. A gentleness you didn't know those violent hands were capable of. "I love you, even if I don't express it. You mean the world to me, as your father I would do anything to keep you happy."

Still irked by that title, you shrugged. "So If I ask to not attend events like that ever, would you agree?" You're only slightly joking about that.

He huffs a small laugh. "Sure, anything for you. Now get to bed. It's late for little royals to be awake." He moves to plant a soft kiss on your forehead before getting up, watching as you snuggled into your blanket.

He turns to leave and his ear twitches when you say the softest 'goodnight' to him. "Goodnight." He says back, shutting the door behind him.

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[spinstertheuncommon]

Take me to war. Come on, I dare you - Batfam x Neglected!fem!Reader

(Oneshot)

Inspired by this post by @astraeasworld !!

Reader looks and acts deathly like Martha Wayne, and it scares Bruce into avoiding and neglecting his daughter.

I did only use the 4 robins in this story, cause I kinda made Bruce a sexist dad so Cass isn't here cause I ain't doing that to her ƪ(ツ)∫ .

Title is in reference to the Crane Wives song of the same name, and it influenced the story heavily as well as the rest of their discography.

Cw: implications of unprotected sex (readers conception), neglect, postpartum depression, physically absent parent and emotionally absent parent, emotional distress and abuse, tropes of avoidant personality disorder from both reader and Bruce, tropes of paranoia from Bruce, grief, one swear.

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You were the product of a lapse in judgement. A trust in a pill, a lack of rubber, and a restless night.

Now, you’ve grown to embrace your status of a regret, no matter how that title is gifted. It’s never really your fault, is it?

Your mother didn’t hide the pregnancy from your father, instead informing him of practically every aspect. Monitoring your growth, health, gender, complication’s; practically everything tangible to a baby. Your mother even asked if he wanted to gift you your middle name.

A gift he’ll say he gave irresponsibly, yet one you brandish with petty pride.

Neither of your parents desired shared custody. Your mother wished to raise her baby herself, and your father merely requested annual updates on you, masking his indifference. He had no intention to claim custody rights, and preferred to keep to himself. Said he had no intentions to raise a kid, to busy for it.

A month prior to your birth, he publicly adopted a son.

It's only so much a neighbour could offer, especially when she hardly knew them. Instead, she’d put you in your crib, and hide in her closet, wailing and trying to outcry you.

A year after that, your mother was at her boiling point. She would say that she wasn’t informed, that no one prepared her for how hard single parenting is. But the truth was that she lacked support. Her parents were to busy to just move across country from the west coast to Gotham, and her brother was unprepared to uproot his life and move from Star City, already settled down with his own partner and child. Sure they helped the best that they could, but no one, not even your mother, was prepared to move.

So she was alone.

Eventually your uncle reached out to child services to aid your mum, after she called him, weeping at her inability to parent. Due to your cousin, born with a low independence disability, your uncle couldn't house more children without concerning child services. So, you were filed, and put in a foster home until they could get a hold of your father.

8 months later, he returned their calls.

♧♧♧♧

Growing up, you learned to not ask of much from the man you called your father. Don’t expect his yes, don’t expect his time, and never expect him to remember anything.

You tended to inform Alfred of things. School trips, fund raisers, teacher-parent conferences, birthday parties you were invited to, company at dinner, extracurricular, ect. He’d set up whatever you need, get you there and back, and would even ask you questions about your well-being.

Bruce funded all these acts, courtesy of pressure from the family law court. He can't have you taken away, for he'd loose Dick too, so he let you do near everything with a wave of his credit card and an absent glance.

With this freedom, you became the golden child of the city. Using every spare second of your time to stay out of your father's way, you did every sport, from tennis to dirt biking. You were a girl scout, volunteering to sell with any troupe. You went to spelling bees and language competitions. To art groups, museums, local gigs, band practice. You volunteered at shelters, at theatre departments as a usher or techie, at soup kitchens and clothing drives. Every parent, teacher, political figure, event planner and sports player in the city knew your name. Yet you were known for being humble about it. You were shy about status and kind to a fault, not someone anyone could bully or argue with. Even when asked about how your father never showed up for awards, you took it on the chin with the grace of someone much older. 'He's just busy,' you'd say, 'I know he loves me.'

You became a brilliant liar.

♧♧♧♧

Bruce wasn’t aware of any of it. Sure he had a calendar with every single event in there, courtesy of Alfred, but he never bothered to look at it. His job was to keep you alive, not entertain you. The sand of your life kept running through the timer, yet he never bothered to know each grain.

Never bothered to know your birthday.

To the press, however, he was the dream. The father to every orphan, the money man of every hospital, the dreamy breeze under Gotham's wings, to lift them high, high above their troubles.

Never to touch the solid ground of lies below.

♧♧♧♧

You respected your brothers, as they came along. Didn't ask them anything, didn't approach for nothing. Gave them space, and occupied yourself with anything. But that distance may have aided you.

While being only a year younger than Tim, as you got older, forced to be wiser beyond your years, your older brothers would come to you with their troubles; of mind or of heart, you were the mediator.

They knew your troubles with your father, and while they never helped you through them, you helped them with their issues.

With the countless seeds of doubt and hate you've unearthed from them, Bruce should owe you limb and life. Too bad he never respected you, despite what he tells the press.

He talks big game of absolute bullshit.

♧♧♧♧

Years passed, and you got over it.

Well... not really.

You more grew a habit of biting your tongue, the worst truths bubble bitterly like bile so they hurt nobody but you.

You don't want your brothers to get wrapped up in your loose ends, so you don't acknowledge the fraying.

Instead, you graduated high school a valedictorian, went to college with a full ride scholarship paid by the Hamilton Foundation,- thank you, Great Aunt Catherine- and moved out into your own home at 22, all with money you earned in college and highschool from awards and spare jobs. You still show face at the manor, not wanting to ghost the rest of your family just because your dad didn’t like you.

You worked hard, graduating with your PhD and a research placement in England, all lined up for after graduation season ends.

And the season ends tonight.

♧♧♧♧

All scholarship programs in Gotham come together at the end of the season and host a gala, each host on rotation. This year the world decided that dramatic irony would be your greatest adversary, as your father would be hosting in honour of the Thomas Wayne scholarship.

Your father found it distressing that you'll enter with your class instead of with him. He, however unbothered he claimed to be, was aware of how much the Gotham public love you. So if he was seen beside you, as a father shaped man, then he could leech that pride of you to be his own.

How terrible is it that unfortune favours the ugly souls.

Instead, he gave you a job, one you had taken upon yourself years ago.

Be quiet.

Fine.

I can be quiet.

♧♧♧♧

You sit in your room at the manor, all members aside Alfred already left to go organise the party. Facing the dressor, one your grandmother used to use, you run your index finger around your lower lip, to rub off any excess lipstick that may have dodged your liner.

Your other hand follows the curves of the faux marble, the ivory leaves and roses smoothed out with years of embrace. You used to daydream of your grandmother sitting there, on the same poof, brushing out her pin curls before going out on the town for the night, your grandfather chasing her wild fervour.

Many a times have you been told you are the spitting image of her, a face you’ve grown into. You started following her makeup rituals she would publish for the press, writing your letters with the same flick she did. Maybe you were selfish, but seeing how your father’s shoulders would tense at your signature always gave you a little pep in your step.

You fiddle with the knobby surface of the dresser a bit more, pulling at the bud along the side.

Click

The draw drops down from underneath, revealing the secret compartment. You've known about this for years, but never shared it with anyone, for it was your little secret.

Yours, and Marthas.

Inside it held three things: a diary with a canvas cover and well loved corners, one you would read yourself to sleep to, a pen etched with Martha's name, and a long box, containing what you felt was emotional dynamite.

You never sought a need for the context of the box, but tonight, a night before you leave the country, is a night to never forget.

♧♧♧♧

You drift through the crowd, your black, sweetheart dress glides around you. A simple look. Your evening gloves land just below your armpits, each side seam dripping with pearls, to compliment the strings around your neck. The same strings that haunt Bruces dreams; his nightmares of crushing reality.

Your grandmother's prized pearls.

His mother's lost pearls.

Or, assumed lost.

But instead of retreating into the confines of the Bat-suit, he instead has to bear the reality that the ghost of his mother haunts him through you.

He is tonight's host after all.

And he hates it. Forced to beside himself with your little revenge act in front of all eyes of power. He is meant to be the beloved, single, socialite dad of Gotham, not a neglectful father. And he’s not… is he?

You take pride in yourself that night, something you were uncommon to do. But with a final lap, you soak in every stare, every congratulations, every kiss on the cheek as stamps of victory.

Never would you let your status claim you, but god, you smiled like a rich snake.

♧♧♧♧

In the morning, as you boarded the plane to England, your full name will be plastered over the Gotham news-

“Y/n Martha Wayne-L/n stuns crowds in her grandmother’s wedding pearls at the Gotham Scholars Graduate gala!”

You’re beloved Gotham, always singing your prayers as you make the public appearances that your father butchered and ignored. While he kissed babies and sponsored orphans, you volunteer at shelters and escort patients into clinics, with welcome baskets for all.

You pride yourself on the war you’ve brought; to be the constant torment to Bruces suffering.

A tourniquet to his grief, locking down all the worst parts of Bruce, never letting him let go.

The city will haunt him with you. With your image.

With his mother's face, reincarnate.

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Ehehehehe i had fun with this one

Gonna be posting a few more oneshots b4 getting back to the Gotham sewist chapters

Byeeee!!

Do not copy, steal, or repost my works!

[harocat]

Why Inuyasha fans should watch hit Chinese fantasy drama Love Game in Eastern Fantasy.

This wonderful art was created by Sparky! You can find her twt account here, and if you're interested in commissioning something yourself, her vgen account here.

I promised I'd make this post, and I also promised I'd commission some chibis of the lead pairs from both shows swapping outfits as to entice you, so here we go. If the adorable art isn't enough to convince you, read this way!

Love Game in Eastern Fantasy is a 2024 Chinese fantasy drama starring Esther Yu and Ding Yuxi. It's thirty-two episodes long. The show has been a big hit in China due to its charming storyline, hilarious meta-humor, strong performances, beautiful costumes and sets, and well crafted characters. Let me get this out of the way first; yes, that is the English title of the series, and yes it's a pretty bad and unappealing sounding title. It's not uncommon for English titles of Chinese dramas to be kind of terrible. I promise it does not reflect the quality of the series itself. The original Chinese title is 永夜星河 (Yong Ye Xing He: Eternal Night of Starry River). This, although pretty, doesn't have much to do with the series either. For the rest of the post, I will be abbreviating the title to LGIEF.

Let's start with an introduction of our lead characters, then we'll go into why I think Inuyasha fans specifically will enjoy this series, although it should become quite obvious along the way.

Ling Miaomiao

Funny, compassionate, and clever, Ling Miaomiao is a young woman from the twenty-first century who is transmigrated out of her boring every day work life and into the novel Catching Demons. Once inside, she retains her memories of the real world and is given two main tasks by 'the system', the mysterious force that governs her stay in this parallel world; the first one is to stop the catastrophe of heaven, a potentially world ending event, and the second... is to make the second male lead of the original novel, a standoffish, suspicious young man named Mu Sheng, fall in love with her.

The problem is that she hasn't been transmigrated as Ling Miaomiao, but is instead in the body of the character of Lin Yu, the second female lead of the original novel, as well as an antagonist. Well, Ling Miaomiao doesn't have it in her to be a villain, and besides how can she capture the affection of Mu Sheng that way? It turns out that the best way to do so is by being herself. But of course, as goes in these stories, she didn't expect to fall in love along the way.

Miaomiao is, in addition to having one of the best wardrobes I've ever seen, so charming, so cute, so amusing, and such a sunshine of a character. She's not pliant. She sticks to her guns and doesn't take shit, but she's also kind, tolerant, accepting, and borderline fearless at times. Esther Yu has wonderful comic timing. She is a delight.

Mu Sheng

Courtesy name 'Ziqi', and what I'll be referring to him as in this post. Ziqi is the second male lead in the novel Catching Demons and the adopted younger brother of the novel's protagonist, Mu Yao. He's very close to his sister, and his self esteem is debilitatingly low, to the point he sees protecting her as the only reason for his existence. In the original novel, he becomes an antagonist at a later point.

Ziqi and his sister, Mu Yao, are demon catchers. They're both powerful cultivators (magic users) and warriors. Her family (and his adopted family--- sort of) were all killed by a powerful demon called the Resentful Woman about a decade before, and Mu Yao is on a quest to find her and defeat her, with Ziqi tagging along. But Ziqi has a secret, and it's one that he is terrified of his sister, who abhors demons, finding out. He is half demon himself. A gold ribbon he wears in his hair at all times protects him, keeping his true identity hidden unless it's removed.

He loathes his heritage and sees it as shameful-- until Ling Miaomiao comes along. Ziqi is brusque, angry, and bitter. He has a front of bravado, but is DEEPLY insecure. He starts out very rude. He's love starved but shirks away from love. He's jaded, but extremely innocent. He's a tsundere (even described as such in official material, which I found funny). His actor pulls off the best sad kitten eyes any man ever has, and your heart will break for him.

To clarify, although in the original novel Catching Demons, Ziqi and Miaomiao are not the leads, in the drama Love Game in Eastern Fantasy, they 300% are! This is a story about what happens when the second leads... become the leads.

Other Major Characters

Mu Yao- Ziqi's adopted older sister. He is extremely close to and protective of her, but her hatred of demons due to her past makes it so revealing his secret seems impossible. Mu Yao is a demon catcher from the famous Mu clan, which has been the most prominent demon catching clan for nine hundred years. She is friendly and no-nonsense, and as the story continues, she grows and matures in her views. She is very close to Ling Miaomiao, and she is in love with the original male lead of the novel, Liu Fuyi.

Liu Fuyi- The original male lead of the novel. He starts out quite 'wooden', which I think is deliberate because Ling Miaomiao even commented on him being a badly written character as she read the original novel. However, as the story goes on and he becomes more of a real person, he fills out and ends up likable. Stalwart, calm, and noble, he is in love with Mu Yao but dares not say it. He has a more nuanced, less prejudiced view of demons than Mu Yao does.

Cuicui- The last member of our group of demon catching travelers. Cuicui is a young bamboo demon who quickly bonds with Ling Miaomiao, sneaking along by turning himself into a bamboo hair pin she wears. He is very Shippou in that he adores LMM and bickers with Ziqi, but I actually do like him a lot better than his Inuyasha counterpart. He's quite useful, and he forms a pretty sweet bond with Ziqi over time. I have read that Cuicui is not ever gendered in the original dialogue, but as I'm unsure of this, I defaulted to the gender of his actor (who is a total cutiepie btw).

You can very much see even from here how the main cast really fills those Inuyasha roles! Together, they are the Four Bamboo Masters.

(Actual art of the Four Bamboo Masters+Cuicui by artist extraordinaire Ling Miaomiao)

The World

The universe of Catching Demons is a fantasy ancient China filled with yao which is the Mandarin Chinese word for demons of the variety featured in the series. If you understand youkai, you somewhat understand yao.

Japanese "yokai" is the Japanese transliteration or pronunciation of the Chinese term "yaoguai" and involves similarly strange creatures, with both languages using the same Chinese characters to describe them. ( x )

Yao in this world are for the most part, morally neutral, but are generally viewed as evil by humans. Those that are evil often ended up going that direction because of humanity's actions toward them. They can form from aspects of nature; bamboo, foxes, water, cats, birds, etc. There are also object based yao based on mirrors, paintbrushes, etc. Inuyasha fans will definitely see some similarities in the folklore between the series.

As with many high budget Chinese dramas, the settings are beautiful and atmospheric, capturing both the gorgeous architecture, clothing, etc. of a fantasy ancient China, as well as the nature and magic of this specific world. The effects are quality for a tv production, and the costumes, makeup, and wigs are next level. There's so much rich detail in them. Ling Miaomiao's hair ornaments alone deserve an entire post praising them.

Since this is also a transmigration story, the mechanics of 'the system' often come into play. This results in some of the best humor in the series. Ling Miaomiao's battle with the system is hilarious and clever. It's rendered as if it is a video game, with LMM in the early episodes 'dying' and having to respawn... many, many times. In order to clear her mission, Ling Miaomiao must get Mu Sheng to 100% favorability toward her, which is calculated adorably by little mushroom shaped demons.

One of the biggest appeals of the series is Miaomiao's modern mind set in this ancient world, and the fact that since she believes this to be just a novel at first, she is hysterically meta, often commenting on the quality of the story and well...

The Love Story

This love story is like crack to Inuyasha/Kagome fans (aka me). You should have gotten the vibe of the obvious character similarities from above, but their romance plays with so many of the tropes that made InuKag great and pulls them off so well. It doesn't feel like a rehash, it just happens to use similar tropes to great impact.

Look, this scene is spoiler-y for episode eleven, but I just think that if anything is going to sell you on this show, it's probably going to be this scene, so watch it.

In it, Ziqi has been forced to remove his hair ribbon to battle a demon, because he's not near strong enough without doing so. The rest is self explanatory from the video.

This is a really gentle love story. It has a lot of what I love about InuKag, which is a casual intimacy, a soft, sometimes unspoken affection, and a chemistry between the characters that speaks of a deep connection that goes far beyond just their romantic attraction. These are two people that click, and it's beautiful to watch the way they impact each other. It's about support, belief, trust, and acceptance. They start off very much on the wrong foot, as our intrepid lovers in IY do, but when they come together, it's all of that and more, plus a level of playful bickering.

I, Mu Ziqi, swear to the heavens that if I lose you somehow, I'll come back to find you. No matter how far it is, no matter how hard it is, I will bring you back.

And I am not the only one who has noticed the similarities to Inuyasha:

1, 2

Plus all the likes and reblogs on this post.

What else does the show have to offer?

I don't really want to go further into spoilers, but I love the themes of this story. It's about learning to love yourself, trust, and compassion of course, but it also ends up being a super uplifting commentary on the power of storytelling, memory, the impact fiction can have on us, the way love is laced into everything we create, and the power simple acts of kindness can have. The value of this series goes far beyond just being similar to Inuyasha, although that's definitely a plus.

Famous last words from early series Ling Miaomiao. Girl, you have no idea.

Does it have a happy ending?

Yes. I will leave it at that.

But I've never watched a Chinese drama...

This is a great place to start. There's little to nothing that should confuse you as a first time watcher. It's a perfect introduction.

Where can I watch it?

Luckily, unlike a lot of Cdramas, LGIEF is extremely accessible and available on several streaming sites. It's on Netflix, Viki, Youtube (up to ep twenty-three), and WeTV. If you have a Netflix account, it's there right now!! Audio is Mandarin Chinese of course, but subtitles are available in several languages.

If you do watch it, let me know! And make sure to share this post of course.

I watched LGIEF and I loved it (of course). What should I watch next?

Here's a few Chinese dramas that are readily available streaming, that I think LGIEF fans would enjoy:

Love Between Fairy and Devil (thirty-six episodes, streaming on Netflix, Viki, and IQIYI): When a low-ranked fairy accidentally resurrects a powerful demon, their fates become cosmically entangled as the world is thrown into turmoil.

For me, not just my favorite fantasy drama of all time, but my favorite drama period. Like LGIEF, this drama stars Esther Yu in the role of the heroine. One of the screenwriters is also the same as LGIEF, and much of the production team is similar.

This is a gorgeous story of the redemptive power of love of all kinds, of breaking the cycle of war, and of defying fate no matter the cost. A fantastic cast, stunning costumes, and the best soundtrack ever. If you're like me and are wary of the 'good girl changes the bad boy' trope, don't be. Dongfang Qingcang (the male lead) is an amazing character; he's deep and layered and complex, and he is never actually a villain. His trauma is convincing, and everything about him is so, so good. Xiao Lanhua is the heroine. Her character arc is so lovingly done. The two leads don't change for each other, they change because of each other. It's simultaneously one of the funniest dramas I've ever seen and devastatingly heartbreaking. You will laugh, you will cry. Happy ending though, I promise.

The Romance of Tiger and Rose (twenty-four episodes, streaming on Amazon Prime, WeTV, and Viki): A young screenwriter falls ill while working on a script and wakes up as one of her characters.

Confession that I am still working on watching this one, but it's quite popular and the first episodes are charming. It's mainly on here because it stars Ding Yuxi (Ziqi) as the love interest in another transmigration story. It's also not as long as a lot of other dramas, so it's a bit less of a commitment. It's a well known drama that is highly rated in most places.

Destined (forty episodes, streaming on IQIYI): Liu Yuru has suffered in her family; her only hope is to marry her crush, but fateful events force her to marry a rumored playboy from a rich family.

This is not the most appealing summary, but I promise it's misleading. This show is good. The main couple is ride or die, and they become best friends long before they become a couple. The heroine is extremely smart, capable, and business savvy. The hero is charming, funny, and so charismatic. It's the most fun you will ever have watching people do business (I kid; there is business, but there is so much more to the plot). The supporting cast is fantastic, and the relationships!! Wonderful friendships between women, wonderful friendships between men, and wonderful platonic friendships between men and women. SUPER good at subverting tropes. This is a costume drama, not a fantasy, but you won't miss the magic. Oh and did I mention this is by the screenwriter behind LGIEF and LBFAD?

Love You Seven Times (thirty-eight episodes, streaming on IQIYI): It tells the story of Xiang Yun, a fairy from Marriage Pavilion who becomes entangled with the ancient God of War, Chu Kong. Because of this encounter, they must go through tribulations in the human world seven times.

Stars Ding Yuxi (Ziqi) in the role of the hero. An ultimately flawed, but still fun fantasy drama. Gorgeous costumes, wigs, sets, etc., and a lot of heart. Don't expect writing as slick as some of the other dramas here, but do expect to enjoy yourself watching these two immortals discover each other while fumbling throughout seven very different lifetimes. Each lifetime has its own very unique vibes and aesthetic, and seeing how they all pan out if half the fun. Plus, if you like Inuyasha, you absolutely must see the arc where Chu Kong becomes a cat demon.

Moonlight (thirty-six episodes, streaming on Amazon Prime, Viki, IQIYI): After graduating university with a major in financing, Chu Li successfully enters her dream company, Yuan Yue Publishing House. There she meets author Zhou Chuan, who is said to be gentle as a jade when he's really not.

I can’t believe I forgot this at first! I haven’t seen it yet, but it’s a previous collaboration between Esther Yu and Ding Yuxi from 2021. If you enjoy their chemistry and the way they play off each other in LGIEF, you may want to check it out. It’s a modern romance drama, which isn’t as much my thing, but it’s deeply loved by a lot of drama fans and has great reviews.

[bbieangel]

Love the Joel fic!!! plsssss do an Arthur cramps one!!!

Moon Cycle — Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

A/N: I loved writing this! It's my first time writing anything that's not set in the present world so please bare with me <3 And yes, the title is a reference to Melanie Martinez's song :) As always, thank you for your requests and I hope you love it!

Summary: Even when you try to act tough, Arthur Morgan always sees right through you. And, the day you finally allow yourself to feel weak, he's there to help you with your cramps.

Tags: Fluff! A LOT OF FLUFF. High honor Arthur. Self-deprecating Arthur, we all know how he talks to himself. Mentions of his past (Eliza and Mary Linn), reader has a uterus and is menstruating, she doesn't wear the typical clothes that women used in the 1800's (think of it more like Sadie, she dresses like her). This is set before Arthur even knows he's sick.

Word count: 7.8k

Divider by @/peony chance on Pinterest!

Since day one, you had never failed to amaze the whole Van Der Linde gang with your dirty mouth and ways of pissing off Miss Grimshaw. To say the least, they had grown fond of you. And even if you could look after yourself just fine, you laid awake in your cot endless nights just wishing someone was there for you in times where you felt the most vulnerable, needing attention like the dog the gang had adopted. He always ran around, sniffing everyone and looking for any hand that would give him back scratches.

One particular day you had gone out to rob a stagecoach that a guy in Rhodes had told you about. Dutch assigned you to go along with Arthur, the gruff looking, almost giant man. But you knew he hid something else behind his blue-green eyes that often held a hint of tenderness whenever he looked your way.

"Now, stay right behind me, princess."

He muttered as he covered his face behind the rock you were prompted at, making sure the drivers didn't see you.

You groaned. Of course that, out of all of the women in camp, he would call you princess. But he didn't do it for the reasons you thought.

"Call me by my name, Morgan."

You muttered and he let out a deep chuckle, rumbling through his chest and sending butterflies to your stomach. But you wouldn't let your face show that, after all, you kinda liked being called princess by him.

The stagecoach robbery was a success, feeling like a breath of fresh air after what seemed like the gang had been cursed or just ran out of good luck.

Arthur counted the money effortlessly, the flicking of his fingers looking elegant. It was ridiculous, you thought as he you waited for your part.

"Don't forget to give some to camp, princess."

He said, pointing a finger at you. But he knew not to worry about you contributing to the little box Dutch had beside his tent, he had seen you do it more times than anyone else in the gang.

"You don't need to worry about me contributing, Arthur."

You said with a soft smile as you both rode back to camp, side by side, enjoying the nice weather and the views.

—

Later that day, you were sitting up against a log in front of the campfire. A bead of sweat fell down the side of your face and into your shirt. Arthur was going to tease you about it, but he held himself back when he saw the slight frown on your face and your knees being held against your chest.

He sighed, knowing that caring about you wasn't the best decision. He couldn't bring himself to like anyone else, not after Eliza and Mary. But that soft, empathetic part of him was stronger than any of his insecurities, and it needed to know if you were okay. Which you clearly weren't.

He slowly sat down beside you with a look of concern on his face, and placed his calloused hand on your shoulder.

"You alright, princess? Did you get hurt? You should've told me—"

"I didn't get hurt."

You interrupted him. You were about to snap at him for teasing you, but when you looked into his eyes, glowing by the fire crackling in front of you, you noticed he was being genuine. So your expression softened, and he saw it, making his heart flutter and long to open up to you more.

"I'm.. I have cramps. It's that time of the month.."

You spoke quietly. You had grown to know it wasn't okay to talk about it, let alone tell a man about it. They found it disgusting, a woman bleeding monthly was seen almost as a sin, something you couldn't talk about.

But Arthur couldn't care less. He had killed people and had seen countless bodies, massacred by some fool. Hell, he'd seen his son be born. He could handle speaking about a monthly small amount of blood coming out of a woman's body naturally.

"I understand. Is there anything I can do for you?"

He asked, and your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Why wasn't he acting disgusted by what you just said? Why didn't he tell you to just suck it up?

It took you a few seconds to answer.

"I—Uhm.. I don't know, actually. Can you help me get to my tent? I think I might've stained my clothes and I don't wanna get teased about it."

You spoke, your eyes darted towards the fire once again. It was fine if he declined, you would understand. But, once again, he surprised you.

"Yeah, let's go."

He said and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, helping you up. He looked behind his shoulder to make sure no one was paying attention to see the small stain in your pants, and led you to your tent.

"I've heard.."

He cleared his throat before speaking, the slight pink tint on his cheeks gave away the soft embarrassment he felt.

"I've heard that peppermint or chamomile tea helps, the ladies were talking about it the other day."

He said and you couldn't help but smile softly.

"Yeah, it does. I just ran out of both herbes."

At that, he raised an eyebrow. Why didn't you tell him? He would've gone looking for some if it brought you comfort. And, against his better judgement, he chose to speak.

"You should've told me. I'll make sure to bring you some."

He spoke gruffly, but unable to hide his growing softness and tenderness for you.

When he helped you into your cot, he made sure to cover you with a blanket before turning on his heels to go away. He figured you might want to be left alone.

"Wait."

You called out to him. You knew better than to call over a man who wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet between anyone's eyes, but a part of you knew he only did it when absolutely necessary. And that he would never, ever touch a hair on your body.

"Can you.. stay a little while?"

You asked, your cheeks turning a cute rosey shade. At that, he gave you a light chuckle.

"Yeah, 'course."

He sat down on the edge of your cot. You could see the sympathetic look in his eyes when your face would scrunch up every time a cramp hit harder.

"I'm not usually like this, I can take the pain—"

"No need to explain to me. I know it hurts and I don't need you to act tough all the time."

He cut you off, easing some of the embarrassment you felt. Maybe it was stress, maybe your hormones were fighting against you, but this cycle felt different. It hurt a lot more, making you sweat as you tried to deal with the pain.

The tension between the both of you only continued to grow, hidden desires behind your eyelids that none of you could speak about. Heartbreaks and loss were two things you were too familiar with, and couldn't bring yourself to experience once again.

So he didn't speak as he laid beside you, carefully, treating you as if you were made out of porcelain and he didn't want to hurt you. His hand went to your lower stomach and began moving it gently, massaging the zone.

You let out a sigh of relief—how did he know exactly what to do? As if reading your thoughts, he spoke:

"Mary told me this works. I didn't figure it out on my own."

He spoke quietly, and you felt kinda bad. How could she be such a fool to break up with such a kind man?

"Even if you didn't figure it out on your own, I'm grateful you know about it."

You spoke softly.

"Can I tell you something, Arthur?"

You asked, you heart pounding in your chest as if it wanted out just to be gifted to Arthur.

"'Course, princess."

He responded, his hand never stopped moving as he saw the look of relief in your face. A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he noticed it was working.

"You're a good man. And anyone who doesn't see that, is a fool. A damn, blind fool."

You spoke and his eyes widened at that, letting you take in more of the particular color they had. You were so close to him yet none of you could move.

"I ain't much of a good person, princess. I've done things I'm not proud of, killed folks just because.. There's a price on my head."

He said, looking at you with that self-deprecating look he gave anyone who even dared to call him good. He wasn't good, he was a fool who didn't know how to be kind, how to be good. Or at least, that was what he thought of himself.

But on the contrary, you didn't see him that way, and he knew. So you doubled down, going along with your stubborn nature.

"Well, to me you are good. And nothing will change my mind about that."

You spoke in a firmer tone, placing a hand on top of his shoulder and rubbing it softly. He swore you could feel the way his heart jumped at your small gesture.

After a few minutes of just contemplating each other's faces, trying to read each other's minds, he spoke.

"You deserve someone better than me."

At that, you frowned. He couldn't tell you what you deserved and what you didn't, who you could or couldn't like.

"No one has ever cared about my cramps before. No one... No man has taken the time to try and make me feel better."

His expression softened. How could anyone treat you badly about something that wasn't your fault? But again, he reminded himself, it was 1899. You didn't live in a fair world.

"I couldn't just let you be in pain."

"Exactly."

You said. Everything he did or said was just another reason as to why you considered him a good man. After fighting against your fears, your mind, your insecurities, you leaned slightly closer. What were you doing? You didn't know. But the sight of his lips covered by his always perfectly trimmed moustache was something almost magnetic that pulled at your heartstrings right when you were the most vulnerable and needy.

"Princess..."

He tried to protest. His breathing hitched as he felt you slightly closer, his eyes kept darting towards your plush lips without even thinking. His heart thumped against his chest in a way that almost hurt.

"Do you trust me?"

His eyes shot up at yours. Of course he trusted you, even if a part of his brain begged him not to, he wasn't doing what his brain wanted. He was following his heart at this point, and his heart wanted you. Only you.

"I do."

He responded, his deep voice was now soft.

"Then.. Let me."

You whispered and pressed your lips against his, without giving your brain the possibility to make you think about it twice. You stayed still as you waited for him to pull away, to shut you down and never talk to you again.

But he kissed you back. He kissed you back, and his hand tangled on your hair as he did. Every move, every action was so gentle, so careful. And you couldn't be more grateful for that.

His other hand never left your lower stomach. He was determined to end with your cramps, even if his own hand ended up cramping after massaging your skin for so long.

He didn't leave your side that night. If anything, the whole situation only brought the two of you closer, to the point where he would look for excuses to sleep with you all curled up against him. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding your frame up against his chest. All while keeping a soft smile on his face even when he slept.

Because what started with the two of you being scared of letting anyone else in, ended up with Arthur going out of his way to look for anything that would relieve your pain. He would even ride his horse for hours until he found peppermint.

But in the end: all you wanted was the warmth his body provided you with and his hand pressed against your skin.

[raileurta]

Yooo it's me again your about to learn why you shouldn't feed strays.

So how do think magnus is gonna react in the queen miko au? I know in my soul that everyone's gonna forget to explain the whole situation to him so the poor mech comes close to several spark attacks as he learns the insecticons are apparently allies now only after nearly shooting one, the insecticon queen as a matter of fact, and watches his soilders refer to said queen by what he can only assume is some strange nickname!

I find the idea of magnus being as polite and formal as possible with her and hell maybe even asking her advice on plans hilarious. Especially imagining him learning that she is in fact younger then even smokescreen and very new to her crown instead of at minimum his age like he assumed.

I won't and I will continue to feed you pspsps. I just kept feeding @canadian-pug-cartel hyperfixation and I later adopted him. If you're not careful you'll become another one of my children too.

Hmm Magnus? Yeah no one tells him a thing and when he finds out he just internally dies knowing he's been disrespecting a fellow leader. He's a lieutenant right ? So by logic Miko far outranks him. So he calls her ma'am and refers to Miko for important decisions. This throws everyone through a loop because yes technically she is a highly ranked individual but, but it's Miko. They all seen her fall down three flights of stairs multiple times and walked off like nothing happened. The Miko who is terrified of even the smallest spiders. So yeah everyone experiences extreme whiplash.

Miko doesn't like being called ma'am at first because it makes her feel old, but she doesn't mind so much when she realizes every time Magnus calls her that the autobots experience psychic damage. She loves the pained expressions they make and has like 50+ photos of their faces saved now on her phone. Ratchet's expressions are her personal favorite out of the bots. The pure salty anger on his face is just too funny to her. She even has a pic of one of his faces as the background to her phone.

He's just the perfect gentleman to Miko and it's amazing. Magnus gets angry all the time about everyone's informality with Miko and will go on tirades. Miko just sits back with some popcorn and enjoys the show.

Also Magnus doesn't know squat about humans so yeah he definitely thinks Miko is like in her thirties or at least an adult. When Magnus finds out she's actually a kid everyone expects him to be disappointed. But nope! He's even more impressed with her. "Despite being so young and having little life experience you already earned the title of queen plus demonstrating great battle knowledge. You'll be a powerful individual one day." Miko gets her "battle knowledge" from the Internet and just bullshits her way through a plan. It has an alarming amount of success to everyone's shock.

Ratchet often times considers just joining the decepticons to not have to deal with this madness anymore.

[mermazing-art]

The real name of the Furious Five 

After the Kung Fu Panda 4 movie I started thinking about what Zhen's first conversations with the Furious Five would be like. I imagined her nervous about making a good impression but fitting quite well with her group dynamic given her mischievous attitude and enjoying their adventures with her, establishing a relationship of trust. Which led me to a thought "Would she, wanting to know them more, ask them what their real names are?"

This theory has been circulating in the fandom for years since it is said that their names actually refer to their fighting styles or their species (as well as Master Ox, Crocodile or Rhino) since those who retain their own name within this discipline are those who have a superior role such as Oogway, Shifu or Po and those who do not have a title such as Zhen or Tai Lung.

Well, I decided to look for a suitable name for each one, one that fit their physique or personality, that was easy to remember and that would distinguish one another, let's go!

Mantis: Xun Yu ( fast jade )

With Mantis I was clear that I didn't want to look for anything that had to do with his size but I did want to highlight his most powerful abilities such as his speed.  That's where his first name, Xun, comes from.  His middle name, Yu (Jade), is because of his green color although this can also mean ''insect'' depending on the kanji with which it is written.  My idea is that Mantis calls himself ''the green lightning'' referring to his real name.

Crane: Zimo ( refined ink )

At first I wanted his name to be related to the sky or the air due to his avian species or his techniques, but it made me think that one of the things that catches my attention about this character is his interest in Chinese calligraphy.  Therefore, I decided to name him Zimo (ink or writing) to reflect his beloved hobby in his name.

Monkey: Wong Sang ( yellow mulberry )

For Monkey, I researched his voice actor, the one and only Jackie Chan, born Chan Kong-Sang. I wanted to take it as a reference by changing the name Kong since it is the name of the Monkey's brother to Wong (yellow), relating it to the color of his fur. I wanted to make a reference to his comic side but I couldn't find a suitable name for the guidelines I had assigned to it.

Viper: Jia Ling ( beautiful tinkle )

As with Monkey, I researched on her voice actress, Lucy Liu, whose full name is Lucy Alexis Liu Yu Ling. I wanted to reflect her charming and sweet personality, so I took the name Ling (tinkerbell) as a reference of the hiss' snake she produces, as well as her happy attitude.  But her first name would be Jia to emphasize the beauty of this character.

Tigress: Xia ( sunrise )

For her, I thought I would delve deeper into her story and her development as a character in order to give her the appropriate name.  This is her story:

When Tigress lived in the orphanage, she received the name Xian ("who lives in seclusion") from the other children perpetuating their contempt and fear of her. When Shifu finally decided to adopt her, after He heard that name many times, almost always accompanied by the word "monster", he asked her what new name she would like. She simply accepted Tigress because she didn't believe she could deserve a name. Shifu pondered and decided to call him Xia. Tigress at first didn't like this idea because it sounded similar to the previous one, but Shifu explained his choice to her. Both names, although similar, did not have the same meaning because now she would no longer be in the darkness, secluded and alone, but rather she had the opportunity for a new life, a path marked by the light that emanated from her, a new sunrise.

So yes, Zhen would ask the furious five their names, giving the situation that Po would find out right then and there about this. Everyone except Tigress would answer this question since for her it is still a very personal matter related to her past and Shifu and she still doesn't feel comfortable sharing it with everyone. Could Tigress talk to a certain panda about this?

[whenmemorydies]

Breakdown of a racist microaggression in Ice Chips 3x08

This title is misleading because any scene with Donna in it is likely going to be one gigantic macroaggression of some sort lol but I wanted to talk about this scene in Ice Chips and how subtly but impactfully it was played by all the actors in it:

Recall the beginning of 3x08 Ice Chips. Donna has just done her narcissistic thing in the parking lot of the hospital, ignoring-a-very-pregnant-and-about-to-give-birth Natalie's pleas to "shut the fuck up" and we are now in the hospital room with the two of them.

Donna is continuing to do her narcissistic thing and has begun to regale everyone in the room (which at this point is Natalie and a nurse) with stories about being a mother, asserting herself as an expert on the journey her daughter is about to embark on.

She tells Natalie and the nurse (who happens to be Black) about how badly she wanted to be a mother. She said its because:

I wanted someone to love me the way I had seen.

So yes, alarm bells. Wanting a baby so you can feel loved? Probably not the best reason to bring a whole other person into the world.

Note: Mikey entered the world with so much of Donna's expectations and trauma waiting to receive him like his first swaddle. No wonder he knew from a young age that pursuing a singular passion of his own was not going to happen for him because he had people to look after (recall his discussion with Tina in 3x06 Napkins). Parentified, eldest siblings unite /sob.

But back to Donna, Natalie, the nurse and the hospital room.

Donna then hits us with this curveball - her feelings about the exact parent/child relationships she had seen:

You know, all those smug mothers down at the Jewel, blocking the aisle with their strollers.

Yikes.

Donna is jealous of those mothers. She wants to be one of them. She wants to block the aisle at the Jewel (which a quick google tells me is probably short for Jewel-Osco - a chain of grocery stores in Chicago). She's so resentful of mothers with children, that she calls them "smug" for no other reason than they're probably not yelling at their kids in public (lol, also more yikes). She wants to be smug too. It's almost like Donna doesn't want a child, but what she thinks a child will give her: love she clearly hasn't experienced either as a child herself or as an adult . And also the power to be smug and take her place at the Jewel. Its almost like, to Donna, a child is an object, a means to an end.

But we're not done.

Then Donna says:

Do you know what Gina said to me? Gina fucking said to me - she looked down at my stomach - she says to me,

'You know, Donna, there are lots of good Chinese babies, honey.'

And then Donna turns to the only racialised person in the room, the Black nurse and says:

I mean, can you imagine?

And to her credit, that nurse did not kiss her teeth (she has so much more patience and professionalism than me lmao) but I felt her reaction to my CORE:

The biting of tongue, the looking up for divine intervention to get the person speaking to shut the fuck up, the looking down and pursing of lips when you realise no such help is coming, lmao.

I felt that reaction because I have been in this situation so many times as a racialised person (specifically as a non-Black POC). What is the situation exactly? The situation is a white person making a racist comment or "joke" in front of BIPOC folks in order to feel validated in their racism. The situation is getting BIPOC folks to collude/cosign in racism by doing it in front of them and trying to get them in on the "joke" too. This nurse was not having any of it.

For folks who are unsure about what was racist about Donna's comment: the "Chinese babies" Donna is likely referring to are the wave of Asian-American adoptions (where largely white Americans adopted children from China, South Korea, Vietnam, Cambodia and other East Asian countries) that began during the Cold War. The racism is the exporting of Donna's previously discussed objectification of a child, to the East. If she can't make a baby to fill the emotional vortex of her heart, Donna can buy adopt a "Chinese" one (the use of "Chinese" to refer to a myriad of nations and people is also racist). To be clear: white people treating BIPOC folks as objects to fill their needs and not as humans deserving of dignity and respect, is racist.

And yes, this is Donna recounting what someone named Gina has said to her. Its not technically what Donna has said so she's innocent right? Wrong. Donna is recounting a racist incident in front of a BIPOC person whom she has no relationship with. She's not condemning the racism of her friend so for all we know, she may have the same views as Gina - that Asian babies are fine to be adopted if you're a white woman who's feeling very lonely and just wants a baby really badly. This is deeply uncomfortable. My skin was crawling during this scene.

Natalie, observant woman that she is, clocks the nurse's discomfort right away:

And then Donna says:

The joke was on her. God rest her soul. I was two months gone with Michael at the time.

So we know Donna is not condemning Gina for her racism. She's condemning Gina for assuming Donna couldn't get pregnant on her own. Great. So now we and the nurse have a better sense of Donna's position here (Natalie being Donna's daughter surely already knows her mother's position).

Understandably, the nurse does not take Donna's bait and does not affirm her statements. So Donna doubles down in her condemnation of Gina, trying to get the nurse to affirm her any way, any how.

Natalie can see where this may end up going (when JLC does that upside-down-smile-grimace, even I know this is about to get messy lmao) so, being the well-practised parentified daughter that she is, she intervenes:

Then Donna reassures Natalie and the nurse that she did call Pete and she did leave a message and that everything is good. Still Donna needs affirmation from the nurse (can we talk about white folks needing BIPOC folks, in particular Black women, to affirm and hold their feelings for them? Can we talk about the demands of emotional labour?) so she tries another tactic:

The nurse can see right through Donna's posturing:

But she remains respectful and professional, politely responding: Wow.

(which wasn't as sarcastic in the scene as it might read here lol)

Natalie, like the nurse, can also see that her mother is, in fact, on one:

When the nurse does not give Donna anything more than "wow", she gets visibly pissed off. She pulls a face like "That's it?! Wow? Don't you know how hard it is to walk while being in labour?!" JLC goes FULL upside-down-smile-grimace:

But before Donna can embarrass herself further, she gets interrupted.

By a visibly Asian nurse:

And proceeds to shut the fuck up:

The way I CACKLED at the end of this scene lol.

Anyway, I was rewatching this episode for another meta but as is often the case with this show, something else revealed itself in the rewatch, so here we are.

This scene in Ice Chips is literally only one minute long. But the subtleties of facial expression, the looks thrown, the silences, the script choices were *chef's kiss* for so accurately depicting a racist microaggression and the inherent narcissism of racism itself - above and beyond any other mental health diagnoses that Donna might have. This scene was a perfect example of someone having mental health issues and also doing tone-deaf and racist shit, and how blurry those things may appear when you watch them in action.

As humans, we can have multiple things be true of ourselves at the same time. Donna can be mentally unwell and can say and do racist things. Natalie can love Sydney - an unambigiously Black woman - like a sister and also love her unambiguously offensive (lol) mother Donna. Carmy can love his largely BIPOC staff but then treat them like cogs in a machine at work.

I'm not saying that humans contain multitudes, the end. If some of those multitudes are harmful to BIPOC folks or other groups that face systemic discrimination then it is imperative that we try to change the behaviours we have that are harmful. Donna has work to do, so does Carmy and so does Nat. But I'm also saying this shit is messy and its complex. I just thought I'd point out that 3x08 Ice Chips did a great job of showcasing a bit of that mess and a bit of that complexity.

[cccakessslicemeee]

Thoughts on nonsense that don't matter

Spoilers for fantasy high and also just fae bullshit in general

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Riz, the goblin king

Adine, the elven oracle

Both of which are insane titles/ positions to hold

Riz is told repeatedly to find a suiter and Adine gets gentle reminders since she has no problem telling the high elves to fuck off

Shit for the goblins is pretty rough. Riz is having a time trying to get the goblins from the fae wilds to accept and maybe stop being afraid of the written word? Its a whole thing. There are and have been massive book burns because all literature is bad and wrong. Riz really wants to put up schools and better goblin kind on a whole but the old beliefs and traditions are stubborn and convincing the elders to adopt new ideas is just.. a rock and a hard place especially since he wants to do it diplomatic

Anyway he's having a time

Adine wants to make it so the unseelie court and the elves stop beefing with the goblins. Its a whole thing.

Adine and Riz have a lavender wedding but it's strictly political/platonic and at first the high elves are pissed. How dare our Oracle attach herself to such a creature.

Riz and Adine jokingly start referring to one another as 'My beloved husband' or ' my darling wife' and ironically it's healthy because their marriage is just a cover and their friendship is pretty solid to begin with.

Plus like the whole matter of the 'sex' thing if it should even arise it's not uncommon for a king or a queen to have consorts or concubines or whatever. I like to imagine the goblin kings in the past were nasty bastards and it wouldn't be uncommon for people to assume Riz has half an army of concubines to pull from and Adine is the elven oracle so of course she's getting formal asks? Request? Whatever the official wording is she's getting letters where high elves are throwing themselves at her feet. Joy.

I like to imagine that the courts believe that they have a genuine romance (which is fucking sad because just being nice to the people around you shouldn't be a clear indicator of romantic love but apparently it is) because like they would be nice to one another and get each other food and drink and just check in at social events to be like all is well? I think at first while navigating the courts and the parties and just the fancy bullshit they cling to one another because they are the only ones they know at these things. Plus like they already DO love one another it's just not the typical romance. They absolutely do care about one another's well being so they arnt lying about that. Also like they would absolutely get teased over how 'they are taking their time to make an heir' and absolutely asked a shit ton of invasive questions.

"Mmmm yes oracle, I hear goblins are quite nasty while dancing in the bedroom but it seems as though you made it off your back alright."

Adine is horrified and pissed.

"I heard it was pretty rude to ask someone about their sex life, at a party with thirty other guests. You know if you're so interested in the sex life of goblins maybe you could, I dunno go flirt with one? Just a suggestion."

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Anyway waaaay after things settle Fabian comes to visit and he and Riz don't talk about what they have. But Fabian must see The Ball it's been far, far too long.

Adine absolutely playing match maker. Telling Fabian he should scale the wall and climb in through the window because she read it in a book once and it seemed very cute. It's not cute actually Riz gets spooked and blasts a hole in Fabians shoulder and he falls to his death. Fabian is so mad when he comes back. Riz is very apologetic but also like scolding Fabian for CLIMBING THROUGH HIS WINDOW!

Fabians is all like SHE TOLD ME TO

Adine shrugs. "Hindsight is fifty fifty I'm sorry."

Riz wants to know why she thought it was a good idea to even suggest this

Maybe this blows out of proportion and a rumor starts in the courts with the goblin king having a sexual appetite for elves or a secret lover. It absolutely blows the fuck up.

Maybe it's a lil joke between Adine and Fabian where he comes to visit and she's like 'ah how horrible. You've returned again to steal my husband. How can I ever compete.'

And Fabian has a dramatic monologue "Haha yes It is I FABIAN SEACASTER HERE TO WISK AWAY YOUR HUSBAND HAHA."

Riz hates it. It's so dumb but he'll play along. "Oh nooooo I'm being whisked away. Drat. How dreadful. Woe is me." And Fabian yoinks him up and they scamper away to the next room to have tea or whatever.

Fabian absolutely, out of spite masters the art of scaling walls and climbing into that window. It's so dramatic how could he not? It's adventurous.

Riz hates that but whatever. He hovers over the window while Fabian climbs and sweats the entire time as he goes worried he's gonna fall again. He doesn't. Gosh Riz always such a worry wart. It's way less dramatic when he does that.

I wanna ramble more but ugh I gotta sleep

[psychesalcove]

to die by your side, it's such a heavenly way to die.

𝜗𝜚 clarrise la rue x fem reader

synopsis ; you have an injury to your shoulder blade that the apollo cabin couldn't fully heal. this, paired with sparring one of your girlfriend's half siblings, did not go hand in hand together.

⚠️ ; mentions of the battle of manhattan, reader has a wound that can't completely heal(stab wound to the shoulder), author doesn't know shit ab injuries or scars so none of this is medically correct lmao, very lightly proofread, author also doesn't know how to describe sparring, swearing (mainly from clarrise)

requested, yes by orionspaperwork !!

💬 ; made clarrise such a protective gf in this — lowkey had me giggling ab it 😽 ALSO trying a new layout with the titles; might change the other fics to match but not completely sure yet:) ALSO i made a mistake again,, accidentally made this a private post and just now realized that it wasn't public so sorry for that!!

you had planned for today to be a peaceful one.

keyword: planned.

being a demigod always meant that you would be in more danger than the average mortal, seeing as you were half god (and a lot of monsters had it out for gods). which is the explanation you always give to younger campers about a wound you have.

you fought in the battle of manhattan, as did every demigod at camp that was deemed skilled enough to fight. you wouldn't deny that you were a skilled swordsman, but you didn't have the best attention to battles as others did. which, is why you now have a stab wound to your shoulder blade.

the apollo cabin had treated your injury as soon as they could; but it had never had completely healed. will, a son of apollo, who'd you had grown close to over the years, had explained it like this: because it was such a deep stab wound, the tissue and muscle will never fully recover. will went on to explain that you would have to be careful when fighting, even if it was just a simple training session, as he, nor would you, want the wound to repoen fully.

that brings us to today; a day that you had planned to be peaceful and uneventful. you had gotten up, eaten breakfast, went to your archery class, and even went to your ancient greek writing class (which you normally skipped).

then, you found yourself heading to the area to get some extra sword practice in for today. your sparring class was scheduled for tomorrow, but you decided that you should practice beforehand so you had a smaller chance of messing up somehow.

𖦹๋࣭⭑

as you entered the area, you heard a voice call your name. it was chloe, who was a daughter of ares. you had grown quite close to the ares cabin since the battle of manhattan, as you started dating one of the cabins most valued members: clarrise la rue.

chloe, who looked like she had just won her sixth battle, jogged over to you. sweat was present on her forehead, her bangs sticking together slightly as she took of her helmet when she reached closer distance. "wanna spar with me?" chloe asked as soon as she was in hearing distance for her normal tone of voice. "you're like one of the only people at this god forsaken camp that actually knows how to use a sword correctly," she lightly pushed your shoulder, causing a small wince to escape out of your mouth.

you're guessing that chloe didn't hear it, as she was still staring at you, awaiting your answer. you coughed lightly. "yeah, sure. i was planning on training anyways; probably better to do that with a person instead of a dummy," you said, refering to the poorly made straw dummies that had been through a rough go of it over the years.

chloe gave you a grin; one that all children of ares adopted. clarrise would have that grin throughout capture the flag, during a combat session, or really anytime she knew she was going to win. you gulped.

𖦹๋࣭⭑

you could feel sweat doing down your lower back as you doged yet another swing from chloe. the two of you had been sparing for around ten minutes now; having an audience watching from the sidelines.

it had been a while since you sparred with a child of ares—mainly because clarrise insisted you only sparred with her whenever you were with her siblings, but you guessed that chloe wasn't to intimidated by your girlfriend—and, you had forgotten how vigorously they fought.

children of ares were definitely not keen on giving up, or losing for that matter.

you were brought out of your thoughts as chloes blade made a direct hit on your shoulder; as it happens, the shoulder that was still injured and needed to be treaded lightly on.

you quickly drop your blade, signaling to chloe that you were done. the stinging pain got worse as chloe whooped and raised her fist in the air at victory. "didn't take you for one to quit so easily," she said before taking your facial expression in. "are you good?" she asked, approaching your form as you gripped your shoulder. "didn't think i hit you that hard there," chloe mused, taking your hand away from your shoulder to look at what your hand was covering.

chloe hissesd, quickly guiding your hand back to where it was placed before. "let's get you to the infirmary, yeah?" she didn't leave anytime for you to respond, instead throwing an arm over your back and starting leading you in the direction of the infirmary.

𖦹๋࣭⭑

you heard your girlfriend before you could see her. you were sitting in a cot, twords the front of the infirmary. will had attached a couple of IV's into your arm, for reasons that you have no idea of. "what do you mean you didn't hit her that hard? obviously, you did because she's in the fucking infirmary!" clarrise said as she rounded the corner of the big house, her eyes finding yours almost immediately.

all the tension clarrise had in her eyes—as well as her body—vanished as soon as she locked eyes with you. "are you okay babe?" she asked, quickly moving across the wooded floor to meet you at your cot.

"im fine hon," you reassured, only to be met with a blank look from your girlfriend.

"oh yeah, sure you are," she said sarcastically, eyes now trailing over your shoulder and the bandages that were put there. "i probably could've done a better job than them," she said under her breath, which you were sure you weren't meant to hear but you did anyway.

"i love you, but i don't think you'd do a better job than a apollo kid, especially will." you mused, looking at her with a small smile on your face.

she rolled her eyes at your comment, a small blush forming on her cheeks knowing that you heard a comment that was meant to stay with her. "yeah, yeah, whatever." clarrise said. "do y'know how long you have to stay in here?" she asked, eyes still looking over your shoulder; no doubt still thinking she could've done a better job with your shoulder.

before you could reply, will came strolling in. "she can leave now if she wants to, i already did her vitals and all that, so she's all yours," will answered for clarisse, even though the question was directed at you.

"i asked her, not you solace." clarrise said, crossing her arms and glaring at him.

will only smiled at you two. "but, i am the doctor. and, i didn't tell your dear girlfriend either, so she wouldn't have known," will explained, no venom in his voice. you still don't understand how he could be so calm with everybody; but you guess that was a trait you learned when you're a demigod medic.

clarrise rolled her eyes once more, knowing that will was right. after will confirmed with you that you were feeling better, he unattached the IV's from your skin, and did one more quick lookover before letting you go. "don't spar or anything like the sorts for a couple more days, and i'll check on you again by friday to see if you can join capture the flag," will explained as you walked out of the infirmary. you bid him goodbye; and then clarrise proceeded to drag you back to the ares cabin. (as gently as clarrise could manage, that is)

𖦹๋࣭⭑

the two of you arrived at the ares cabin in record time, thanks to clarrises speed walking almost noone else can keep up with. the cabin was completely vacant, as it was mid afternoon and classes were going on. you were grateful for this; not because you don't enjoy clarrises siblings, you honestly adore them, but right now it's nice to just have some alone time with your girlfriend.

you sat on clarrises bunk, and she quickly joined you, pulling you to her chest (remembering to avoid your shoulder, thankfully). she wrapped her arms around your middle, resting her chin on your non injured shoulder. "y'know you could've spared with me, not chloe," she said.

you laughed softly. "hon, you were in class. and, chloe was the one to ask me, and i was going to train anyway." you said, grabbing one of her hands that laid on your waist and squeezed it lightly.

"i would've been more careful," she mumbled, shoving her head into your neck.

you breathed out a laugh through your nose. "she didn't know about my shoulder, and, if she did, i'm sure she would've been more careful about it," you explained. now thinking about it, you should probably mention your shoulder to people you are sparing with, just to be on the safer side.

"im gonna talk to her later about it," clarrise said, removing her head from your neck. "i feel like it should be common knowledge about your shoulder. she needs to be more careful," she went onto say.

before you could respond, clarrise said, "actually, everyone should know. i think m'gonna spar with her later. maybe aim for her shoulder, im not sure yet,"

"clarrise la rue! you are not going to do that!" you exclaimed, looked at her in disbelief; knowing full well thats a normal thing for her to say.

clarrise simply shrugged her shoulders before grabbing your jaw, bringing you into a kiss.

[hopeforchanges]

You undisputed Queen of Angst. The newest treasure trove angst addition makes my head spin. Vaderwan is so so hard to write believably, idk how you do it. Anytime you feel like writing another one 🙏🙏🙏

referring to this au and series

it is so so hard to write believably! lol but also - no need to concern yourself with believability when you're writing aus i feel is important to say :))) especially if it feels daunting to write something you really wanna write. just write it, it will find its audience :)

i don't exactly have enough time this weekend to write a new au in the treasure trove series, but i'd be happy to put something together real quick for ya here! i'll eventually put it into the treasure trove if it ends up being long enough and link it for you. i can see how ao3 format can be more enjoyable to read.

so...

how about an au written entirely from the pov of an imperial ISB analyst through comm messages, documenting the relationship of one anakin skywalker and his - master? friend? weird psychosexual hang-up? - obi-wan kenobi through the years.

The Death Star just blew up. Palpatine is on edge. And his apprentice, instead of being on top of his game is sulking, brooding, moping (more than usual) mewing around the place, searching for something - someone?? He turns to ISB for answers - find the source of this unhappiness, dig deep and bring me answers so I know where to squeeze that stupid boy.

'Force knows I cannot get into that screwed up head of his no matter how hard I try':

Barely Breathing (2.8k):

[REDACTED TRANSMISSION: VERSION 4 – UNSTABLE THREAD] Title: Project LDV A Record of Messages That Were Never Meant to End Status: CLASSIFIED // INADMISSIBLE EVIDENCE Compiled by: ISB Analyst Division – Psych-Behavioral Irregularities Tags: Prior Attachment, Resurfaced Intimacy, Romantic Obsession, Emotional Containment Failure

REPORT FOR EMPEROR PALPATINE:

✦ ORIGIN OF HABIT

Rule Established: 28 BBY, Temple Standard “One message. Every time we’re apart. One line. That’s the rule.” – Obi-Wan Kenobi

Originally designed for field separation between Knight and Padawan. Adopted into habit. Escalated into unregulated emotional tether.

PHASE I: Dependence

Age 9–13 Subject: Anakin Skywalker Tone: Devotional. Undercurrent of attachment.

LOG 001 // 28 BBY

*The ship’s cold. The Master I’m with doesn’t talk much. I miss how you tell me when I’m being annoying. Still breathing. – A*

LOG 002 // REPLY

You’re always annoying. I’m fond of it. Still breathing. – O

LOG 008 // 27 BBY

*They said you fight like wind, like you’re dancing. I tried it. Nearly broke a table. It wasn’t the same. Still breathing.*

LOG 009 // REPLY

*You’ll find your own rhythm. Don’t copy mine. Still breathing. – O*

LOG 013 // 26 BBY

*I had a nightmare and didn’t tell the Knight I’m with. But I told you. So I think that counts. Still breathing.* – A

Analyst Note: Early signs of fixation masked as affection. Subject A forms emotional security around Subject O’s acknowledgment. Tone: still within acceptable Jedi boundary.

PHASE II: Convergence

Age 14–17 (Clone Wars onset) Tone shift: Protective. Possessive undertones emerge.

LOG 020 // file compromised

*I hate it when you’re gone this long. You forget things. Like eating. And sleeping. And how not to die.* Still breathing. – A*

LOG 021 // REPLY

*You’re not my keeper, Anakin. But thank you for the concern.* Still breathing. – O

LOG 025 // 21 BBY

*The general on Kamino asked if I was your partner. I said yes. I didn’t mean militarily.* Still breathing. – A

LOG 026 // REPLY (Delayed: 11.2 hours)

*Please be careful with how you’re perceived. Jedi aren’t meant to… invite confusion.* Still breathing. – O

LOG 030 // 21 BBY

*I’m not confused. You belong to the Order. But I don’t want to share you.* Still breathing. – A

LOG 031 // REPLY

That’s not a healthy thought, Anakin. Still breathing. – O

LOG 032 // OBI-WAN KENOBI PRIVATE ADDENDUM (unshared)

I shouldn’t have let this start. He looks at me like I’m the only truth in the galaxy. And I don’t know how to make that stop. I'm not sure I want to.

Analyst Note: Kenobi begins distancing behavior. Lord Vader continues escalating verbal intensity under guise of routine communication. Tone: destabilizing.

PHASE III: Transgression

Age 19–20 // Purge of the Jedi begins

*You touched my shoulder yesterday. Just a second. Just a hand. I didn’t sleep after. You know what this is, don’t you? Still breathing. – A

LOG 041 // REPLY (Obi-Wan)

*Anakin. Whatever you’re hoping for— It isn’t possible.* Still breathing. – O

PHASE IV: Initiation:

LOG 029 // 21 BBY // SUBJECT A

*We were in the field for six days. The ration packs tasted like dust. The shower was a sonic stall with a cracked panel. I kept thinking about your hands. How clean they always are. How deliberate. How unfair. Still breathing. Still wanting. – A*

LOG 030 // REPLY // SUBJECT O

*Anakin— You’re exhausted. This is… not appropriate. Still breathing. – O*

LOG 033 // 21 BBY // A

*I woke up hard again. It’s the third time this week. You keep showing up in the middle of my dreams in full armor, lecturing me about discipline while I’m trying not to groan. Tell me if this is against protocol. I’ll stop.* (I won’t.) Still breathing. – A*

LOG 034 // REPLY // O*

*Do not send messages like this over Temple frequencies. Still breathing. – O*

LOG 035 // A (FOLLOW-UP, 7 HOURS LATER)

*You’re not denying it. Just warning me not to say it aloud. Do you want me to stop, Master? Or do you want to hear more?* Still breathing. Still thinking about your mouth. – A

LOG 036 // REPLY // O (DELAYED RESPONSE: 14.5 HOURS)

*Anakin, please. It makes me feel uncomfortable.

Still breathing. – O*

LOG 037 // A

*I didn’t touch myself last night. I waited. Imagined what it would feel like if you said my name differently. Slower. With teeth.* Still breathing. Barely. – A

LOG 038 // PRIVATE UNSENT DRAFT // OBI-WAN (RECOVERED)

*He knows. He knows what he does to me and he keeps sending these like it’s a game. I should have stopped it years ago. But I didn’t. Because part of me— …because part of me wanted him to keep going.*

LOG 039 // 19 BBY // A

*Say it. Tell me you’ve thought about it. Tell me you wonder what it would be like if I knelt for reasons that had nothing to do with war. Just once. Lie, if you have to.* Still breathing. Still yours. – A

LOG 040 // REPLY // O

*Anakin ...

What you want from me is not possible. Not because I don’t feel it. But because if I said yes—I’d never stop.* Still breathing. And ashamed. – O

LOG 041 // 19 BBY // A (FINAL // PRE-FALL)

*You would’ve let me if we hadn’t worn the robes. You would’ve broken every rule if I’d asked louder. But now I’m louder than you’ll ever be. Still breathing. And I want you to regret it.* – A

[ARCHIVE STATUS:] All entries after this show complete collapse of professional distance, repressed desire, and moral structure. Obi-Wan Kenobi ceases contact. Anakin Skywalker becomes Lord Vader. The messages don’t stop.

✶ PHASE V: POST-PURGE // Obsession Sustained

Timeframe: 18 BBY–12 BBY Subject A: Lord Vader Subject O: Obi-Wan Kenobi (exiled) Message Format: Unauthorized Comm Logs, Black Market Encryption Note: Messages often arrive scrambled, distorted, emotionally unstable. Subtext suggests compulsive sexual grief responses.

LOG 042 // 18 BBY // VADER

*I can still smell the Temple on you. Lightsaber oil. Sandalwood. You always smelled clean, even in the mud. I dream about tasting your mouth the way I tasted the ash on Mustafar. The difference is that I liked the ash.* Still breathing. Still burning. – V

LOG 043 // 18 BBY // VADER (UNACKNOWLEDGED)

*Do you miss it, Obi-Wan? The tension? The silence in the gunship when our knees were too close and I wouldn’t move mine first? You blinked like it hurt you. I would’ve made it hurt worse. I still want to.* Still breathing. But only because you didn’t kill me. – V

LOG 044 // VADER // UNSENT DRAFT

*I came apart last night in the hyperbaric chamber. It didn’t feel like release. It felt like mourning. Do you understand the difference? Would it feel different if you watched?* Still breathing. Still yours, even now. And that’s the real tragedy.

LOG 045 // OBI-WAN // REPLY (First Message in 1.7 Years)

*You’re not mine. You never were. You loved me like a weapon loves the hand that wields it. I loved you like someone trying not to drown. That’s not romance, Anakin. That’s survival.* Still breathing. But I hate the part of me that still listens when you speak. – O

LOG 046 // VADER

I’d rather be your weapon than your memory. Still breathing. And waiting for you to admit you want to lose control just once. On your knees. Or mine. – V

LOG 047 // REPLY // OBI-WAN KENOBI (DAMAGED TRANSMISSION)

*I never told you that I touched myself after Geonosis. You were in the shower. You were humming something off-key. I felt disgusting. And alive. I washed my hands after, like I’d committed treason.* *I wish you’d never made it so easy to love you. Still breathing. Still lying about it.*

LOG 048 // VADER

*I didn’t need you to say it. I felt it every time your voice dropped when you used my name. I came to your room once just to stand outside the door and hear you sleep. I thought, “This is mine.” You never gave me permission. And I never cared.* Still breathing. And I want to know what your silence sounds like when it breaks. – V

✶ PHASE VI: TERMINATION // THE DEATH STAR COLLAPSE

Timeframe: 0 BBY Message Source: Executor-class Star Dreadnought, Meditation Chamber Cache Subject A: Lord Vader Note: Final entries were manually recorded. No reply received. Subject O: Confirmed deceased. Ritual disrupted. File marked: END OF LINE.

LOG 049 // VADER // 0 BBY // HOURS BEFORE DUEL

*I can feel you. You stepped onto this station like it was sacred ground. Like we’re not enemies. Like I haven’t dreamed of tearing your mouth open with my teeth. I haven’t touched anyone since YOU. I’m not sure I can.

I've always been a monster. You saw a man. And I’m going to kill you for it.* Still breathing. But I don’t think I want to be after this. – A*

LOG 050 // VADER // POST-DUEL // UNSENT – SYSTEM LOGGED ENTRY

*You looked me in the eyes. And you smiled.* You always knew how to win by losing. I struck you down and all I got was silence. *You left me a robe. You always did know how to dress a wound.* *I stood there long after your friends ran. Not because I was stunned. But because I was listening. Waiting for the last message.* You didn’t send one. Still breathing. (And now I wish I wasn’t.)

[FILE CLOSED] [No further communication received.] [Memory thread: collapsed.] [Ritual: extinct.]

[arc-misadventures]

The VTuber: Cookie With A Gun

Errant: Hello everyone! Everyone having a good day today?

~~~ Stream Chat~~~

EverbornChild: Hi, Errant!

VIXENFOX389: Hello, darling~!

Kajin@1797: So far so good.

Triffle: Been better.

Kantrop67: It’s okay.

~~~~~~

Errant: A resounding, ‘Okay’ then. Alright then. Now as you’ve no doubt seen in the title of this stream, we will be playing, ‘Wizard with a Gun,’ made by, Galvanic Games. Now I streamed the demo version of this game a while back, and I have been patiently waiting for it to come out since. And, now that it’s finally out, we’re gonna stream it! However, I’m not going to be playing this alone…

~~~ Stream Chat~~~

TumbleDownTheBay: Wait! Is this what I think it is?!

GriffinTalon: A rare collab stream?!

CandiceX: Pleasepleaseplease!

14ever: Please be the hot blonde chick!

CaroporealBannana: No, the sexy catgirl!

BlondeInferno: No the saucy brunette!

~~~~~~

Jaune’s, VTuber model looked at the chat stream with a soft laugh as he shook his head towards their crazy antics.

Errant: I know two blonde chicks, two cat girls, and several brunettes, so you’ll have to specify who precisely it is you’re talking about. Although… ‘Saucy brunette?’ I know at least two people who would best fit that description. But, this person is none of them, she’s more of a gremlin really, one of two gremlins of the Remnant VTuber verse! I’ve done enough teasing, and who am I to leave a lady in waiting…

~~~ Stream Chat ~~~

GaspingDesire: You can leave me waiting as long as you want handsome~!

VixenVolpen: I can wait dear~!

Tender$$: I’m waiting like a steak ready to be eaten!

~~~

Errant: Alright, settle down chat… Ahem! Now, may I present to you everyone’s loveable little gremlin: CookieMonster!

From the right side of the screen soon emerged a girl, who was best described as a brunette with red tips, dressed as a gothic lolita. A girl with a warm, and carrying personality, whose sweet demeanour appeared nonexistent when given a gun. For the, CookieMonster as she referred to herself as was one of the kindest, VTuber’s around, she was also an infamous, and highly skilled FPS player, wining several rewards for her skills, and earning the nickname of: Red Reaper. But, to her fans she was an adorable ball of sunshine, CookieMonster.

Errant: Hello, Cookie! You excited for today?

Cookie: I am super excited! I’ve been so looking forward to this game, and I am super happy you asked me to join you in playing it!

Cookie’s joy, and excitement was palpable as she spoke in her happy-go-luck aura she excluded over herself. Errant found himself smiling at her words, but it fell as he adopted an inquisitive look across his face.

Errant: Uhh…? D-Didn’t you ask me if I wanted to do a collab, and stream this together?

Cookie couldn’t help but look away nervously at being caught before she nervously replied back.

Cookie: I’m super happy you said yes to doing a collab stream with me!

Errant: Alright. So you ready to play, Cookie?

Cookie: Almost, just gotta say to my chat, and we can begin. Is that alright?

Errant: By all means, go ahead.

Cookie: Thank you~!

Cookie swiftly muted herself so, Errant couldn’t hear him as she looked down at her chat feed. Her face was all smiles before the smile fell, and she screamed in terror at her chat.

Cookie: FUUUUUCK! I screwed it up already guys!

~~~Stream Chat~~~

DrukenBailer: Did you?

FallenStar789: It was a slip of the tongue

Haloboy: Youre fine you got this!

Birdinthesky: Can’t wait to see her flirt if this is the best shes got

Candlebrewer0174: Youve got this!

Kittycat1976: You got this!

DavidStermtiger: I believe in you!

~~~~~~

Cookie: You’re right! It’s only just started I can do this! You guys are with me, there’s nothing we can’t do! Such as flirting with my very hot, cool VTuber crush…

Her voice slowly trailed off into a whisper as she grew too embarrassed to continue speaking. Her chat kept showering her in reassuring compliments, and comments on how cute she was. Cookie was soon taken away from her calm stupor as she heard the sound of clicking, and clanking: The sound of a rifles bolt loading a new bullet into the firing chamber. A sound that may have startled many, but it was all to common for, Cookie’s stream since it was her donation sound after all.

Cookie: Hey, SamathaDesires thanks for the ten li…?!

~~~Donation~~~

SamanthaDesires: Get your hands off of my man you skank!

~~~~~~

Cookie’s mouth fell in shock, her, VTuber model clearly showing to everyone the shear shock she felt, and dispear at the rude comment she had just received.

Cookie: …

Cookie: WHY ARE YOU GUYS SO MEAN?!!

~~~~~~

Although he couldn’t hear her, Errant could clearly see, Cookie’s model and the way her body spazzed about. Her facial expressions swapping on the dime to convey a wide range of emotions; from despair, to fear, to hope, to an oddly calm sense of serenity, then to absolute fury.

Errant: …

Errant: She does know I can see her freaking out right?

~~~Stream Chat~~~

TumbleDownTheBay: Not likely

VixenVolpen: Doesn’t look like she does.

Vilvian: What is she freaking out about?

~~~~~~

Errant: Beats me chat. Unless… Are you guys bullying her? Chat be honest; I won’t be mad. Just… disappointed…

~~~Stream Chat~~~

14ever: That’s dad for mad!

Dinonuggies: Sounds like you will be mad

8teenlover: Anyone else think that was hot?

GrendalWizard: Damn hot

~~~~~~

Errant: Great, I can’t tell you lot to behave because some of you will get off to it… peachy. Haa… Is, Cookie ready, or…?

Errant looked back to, Cookie’s stream before doing a double take to look at her in utter bewilderment. HerVTuber model was standing and quickly looking at a writing board, and jotting something down before returning to address her chat.

Errant: When the hell did she pull out that writing board?! And, the devil is she writing; that chicken scratch is so illegible that its like using sign language to speak to a blind man.

~~~ Stream Chat~~~

GriffonTalon: 🤣🤣🤣

VixenVolpen: Oh that’s mean

Falling4Angels: now that’s funny

Allerix: low blow man

~~~~~~

Errant: Alright lets try, and get this…? I-Is she barking at them?

Errant looked to, Cookie to see her shouting at her chat, since he couldn’t hear what she was saying she looked like an angry dog barking at someone walking by her house.

Errant: Okay, lets put a stop to… whatever the hell this is.

Errant quickly reopened the chat so he could hear whatever it was, Cookie was yelling about.

Ccokie: And, that’s why I deserve to be his loving waifu, you…?!

Errant: Cookie?

Cookie: AHHHH?!!

(THUD!)

Errant: …?!

Cookie: Owwww…

Errant’s little interjection to grab, Cookie’s attention, resulted in her screaming her head off, and falling into a heap on the floor, out of camera. The only sound emanating from her now the was pained growing as she laid upon the ground.

Errant looked towards his chat before uttering a single word that would become to define the events of todays stream.

Errant: Whoops…

[greenflamedwriter]

Pronounciation Guide:

Since I keep getting yelled at [kindly, people are actually really nice about it] That I keep getting stuff wrong [Since I keep forgetting] I'm gonna type it all here.

DEMONS: Many demons go by titles instead of personal names, titles styled like XX-Jun are for high ranking demons and some titles are hereditory.

Courtesy Names: A courtesy name is given to an individual when they come of age, usually at the coming age of twenty for their first crowning ceremony, but it can also be presented when an elder or teacher deems the recipitent worthy. Generally a male only tradition. Women adopt a courtesy name after marriage. Courtesy names reserved for the upper class.

Diminitive Nicknames and name tags: Xiao- : A diminitive meaning "Little." always a prefix. [i.e Xiao Jiu, Xiao Yuan]

-ER : A word for 'son' or 'child' added to a name, it expresses affection similair to calling someone 'little' or 'sonny' always a suffix [I.e, Yuan-er, Jiu-er] A- : Friendly diminitive, always a prefix, usually for monosyllabic names, or one syllable out of the two-syllable name. [I.e, A-Yuan, A-Jiu, A-Lou] If the name is longer like Qui JianLOU that last part is the same nickname as Binghe [hence the truama for Shen Qingqiu as he heard that name]

Family: Di : Younger brother or younger male friend, can be used alone or as a honourific.

Didi : younger brother, or male friend. Casual

Xiao-Di : does not mean 'little brother' instead refers to ones lackey or subordinate, someone a leader took under their wing.

Ge : Familair way to refer to an older brother or older male friend, used by someone younger- or lower rank in status.

Gege: Same as Ge, has a cutsier feel than "Ge."

Jie : Older sister, or older female friend.

JieJie :Older sister, or older female friend.

JiuJiu : Uncle (maternal, biological)

Mei : younger sister, or younger female friend,

MeiMei : younger sister or an unrelated younger female friend, casual.

Shufu : Uncle (Paternal, biological) Formal address for one's fathers younger brother.

Shushu : An affectionate version of 'Shufu'

XiaoShu : Little uncle.

Cultivation And Martial Arts:

-Jun : a suffix meaning 'lord' Zhangmen : Leader of a cultivation/martial arts sect. Shizun : teacher/master gender nuetral, meaning "Honoured/venerable master." And is a more respectful name of address Shifu : teacher/master for ones master in ones own sect Shiniang : the wife of a Shifu/ Shizun [Luo Binghe to everyone around "Refer to me as Luo-Shiniang! yes! Good little ducklings!] Shixiong : Older Male disciple ShiJie : Older female disciple Shidi : Younger martial brother, for juniour male disciples Shimei : Younger Martial Sister, for junior female disciples Shishu : The younger martial sibling of ones marital master [Such as Shang Qinghua and Liu Qingge a disciple would refer to them as Shishu as they are lower rank than their Shizun.] Shibo : [As Yue Qingyuan is sect head and his title makes him the older martial sibling would make him Shibo. And so a disciple would refer to him as Shibo, or Yue-Shibo- idk about Zhangmen-Shibo if thats a thing? - Or if disciples of An ding would call Shen Qingqiu Shibo as he's second rank of the sect. Shizhi : [If Shen Yuan was a disciple Yue Qingyuan would call he Shen-Shizhi, or Luo-Shizhi, or just plain call him Shizhi]

Gongzhi : Master/Senior Daozhang : Xiong :

Terms: Manhua: Danmei: XianXia : Qi : Gong : Shou : Chrysanthemum : A flower that is a symbol of health and vitiliaty. In sex scenes it was a metaphor for a mans backdoor entrance.

Chinese Calender: Year dates/era for a story> The Chinese calender uses Tian Gan Di Zhi [Heavenly stems, Earthly Branches] system to mark the year. [Meaning lost] There are ten heavenly stems, and twelve earthly branches [Zodiac adjacent] Each Stem and Branch is associated with either Ying | Yang and one of the elemental properties, wood, fire, earth, metal and water. The Stems are and branches are combined in cyclical patterns to create a calender where every unit of time is associated with certain attributes: Analysing such a calender for the stem, branch characters and their elemental associations was considered essential information in divination, fortune telling, wedding dates, and even buiness deals.

Confucianism:

Is a philosophy based on the teaching of confucius, it placed heavily importance on respect for ones elders and family, a concept broadly known as Xiao "Filial piety," the family structure is used in others that have similair behaviours, such as respect of a student to a teacher, or people of a country towards their ruler.

Cores/Golden Core: A good Cultivation base/Core/Foundation: Means learning from the right age, good training and keeping consistent and percevere. A bad Cultivation Base/foundation: Means you were half-assed it/ sabotaged with an improper manual, learned too late/early, can be prone to Qi deviations.

Meridians: Qi travels through the body, like a magical bloodstream, or map/rivers of the body. redirecting, manipulating, or halting qi circulation focus on targeting the meridians at speicific points of the body, known as acupoints. Technqiues that can block qi prevent a cutlivator from using qi until the block is lifted.

Qi Circulation: The metabolic cycle of qi in the body, where it flows from the dantian to the meridians and back. This cycle purifies and refines qi, and good circulation is essential to cultivation. In Xianxia, Qi can be transferred from one person to another through physical contact and can heal someone who is wounded if the donar is trained in the art Qi Deviation:

"To catch fire, and enter demonhood." occurs when ones cultivation becomes unstable. Common causes include: Unstable emotional state, or strong negative emotions, practicing cultivation methods incorrectly. Reckless use of forbidden or high-level arts. or succumbing to the influence, of demons and evil spirits. When qi deviation arises from mental or emotional causes, the person is often said to have succumbed to their inner demons or "Heart demons." Symptoms: Panic, paranoia, sensory halluciantion, and death. Fixes [not cures] : Forced relaxation, voluntary or forced by external party, massage, meditation, or qi transfer, from another individual.

The golden core forms and replaces the lower dantian, becoming an internal source of power for the cultivator. Cultivators who detonate their golden core, almost always die in the end. The destruction/removal of a core is permanent and cannot be recultivated as there is no longer a lower dantian o form it, its destruction stops an individual from ever performing to cultivate qi normally ever again.

Tradtionally cultivating a golden core is in nine stages, but is often simplified in fiction; Qi Condensation/ Qi Refining Foundation establishment Core foundation/Golden Core Nascent Soul. [A cultivation technique where a soul can project it's soul outside its body and travenl indipendently, this can allow them to survive the death of their physical body and advance to a higher state. Deity Transformations Great Ascension Heavenly tribulations

Dantian: Refers to three regions in the body, Navel, Chest, forehead. The lower is three finger widthds below and two finger widths behind the navel. This is where the golden core is formed and is where Qi metabolsim process begins and progresses upward.

Pilles and Elixers: Magic medicines that can heal wounds, improve cultivation, extend life, etc. These are usuallly delivered in pill form and created in speical kilns.

Spirit Stones: Small gems filled with Qi that can be exchanged between cultivations as a form of currency. If so desired the Qi can be axtracted for an extra energy boost.

Currency: In most dynasties was based on the exchange of Silver and Gold, weight was also used to measure the denoniminations of money. i.e: One Liang of Silver."

Daoism: Daoism is a philosophy, of Dao. Involves coming into harmony with the natural order of the universe, which makes someone a "true human." safe from external harm and who can affect the world without intentional action.

Disciples/sect:

Clan and sect members are known as disciples. Disciples live on Sect grounds and have a strict hierchy based on skill and seniority. They are divided into Core, inner and outer. With core being the highest, Higher ranked disciples get better logdgings and other resources. A sect is like a family, hence the name for martial sibling, and teachers are parents.

Incense time: A common way to tell time. One incense time: is roughly 30 minutes.

The Three Realms:

Split into three realms, the heavenly realm, the mortal realm, the Ghost realm. Heavenly realm: Heavens, heavenly officials. A Celestial court where gods reside and rule. Mortal Realm: Realm of humans. Ghost Realm: Refers to realm of the dead or in scum villain/demon realm.

Edit: more to be added later -_- this is a cheat sheet to look back on when I have to use these terms [ps I write fanfics for fun, and I'm more focused on my art etc, so I am half assing this stuff but I'm only making this sheet to be polite, I'll still try to incoporate this stuff and be respectful but I'm not writing an actual properally researched novel here its just for fanfictions]

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Links for meridians/aacipunctures:

We pass qi by this paths, cultivation = qi gong, you can see qi praticioners in youtube^^

Here, qi spinning a paper in real life. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKqHm7qs2Fg

I also asked someone online [Cryptidpatriarch] about what would happen if Luo Binghe was given a courtesy name I mean, Shen Yuan would or would've thought of one so this was one suggestion.

when you join a clan, you assume the clan name, because it is your new family and you abandon the original name to be a new person, with a new family, in which case he should take the name of the peak. Cang Qiong = firmament, reach the sky peak... Bing Hé Qiong= ice river through the firmament. 竹河 = bamboo river Hé = river Bing = ice

[captainmagpie-risha]

For the oc ask game 7 and 8 for Ennera?

(yes I didn't check if you did her presentation no I don't care and yes this is a blank writ for you to ramble about her)

Love u

The ask references this post. Ennera Lavellan is my mage Inquisitor. A (really) quick sketch done tonight as a treat. And as always I forgot to add her vallaslin lmao but who's surprised ?? (she has Sylaise's one, I'll update later).

HI DEAR (no I didn't because I wanted to do Kali before... but I can literally do Ennera as her tarot card is done lmao BUT YOU KNOW HOW MY BRAIN WORKS) thanks for entertaining my never ending madness, as you do every day 🫶

+ i tried to proofread but there's probably a looot of grammatical errors I'm sorry !!

#7 favorite animal? why?

Ennera would probably say she loves every kind of animals. She's not bothered by any of them (except maybe giant spiders and the INFAMOUS DEEPSTALKERS what even are these things ?? Saw one, said "ahhhwww" and nearly died, so now that's an instakill) but yeah she loves a lot of them.

HOWEVER. Her favorite one is the rabbit. The more fur, the merrier. She rescued a litter of rabbits when she was in the Free Marches (around ~20 yo) and took care of them, then adopted one of them. The rabbit became bigger and bigger, until he barely fit in her tiny arms. (She's approx 1m55/5"1'... 😔) He has a lot of fur she uses to knit some scarves. She finds him fun and lovely, despite the creature being a spawn of hell. (The words of her bff. He's not totally wrong.)

If we talk about mounts, she loves traveling with dracolisks. Don't ask why. She says that since nobody wishes to walk them, she needs to mount them often. I suppose she's worried they could munch on the hand of a recruit... but her true reason is that she loves seeing the discomfited look on people's faces when she arrives, short and happy, on a dinosaur's back. Also they have more stamina than a horse and can climb mountains so that's a plus, as she can't follow paths.

#8 do they have a nickname? who gave it to them? if it's not derived from their real name, what's the story behind it?

Okay so there are a few ones.

Aodren, her bff / brother, calls her En or Neeree (pronounced [ni:-ʁe]) when he's feeling soft. The second is how he and her mother called her when she was little. If he feels mischevious, it's shorty (or half sprout / demi pousse in french). Later, it will be your Inquisitorialness (ton Inquisitude in French lol), nickname proudly stolen from Sera.

Cullen, her future husband, calls her Ma dame (My Lady) at first or when he feels flirty. It became an inside joke in the long run, as poor Cullen was unable to use his brain after their installation in Skyhold and he couldn't use her name without stuttering (and she forbade him to use Inquisitor when they were flirting not working). If not it's a classical Mon amour (my love). When they are married he says it in elven (mir lath) but he's not really imaginative and so am I 😔

When Varric will feel more at ease with her, he will call her Sunflower (Tournesol). The more she's accustomed to her new title, the more she showed her companions her personality : someone joyful who tend to light the mood. Sunshine would be a better nickname but it's hard to translate it in French, and I like the comparison with a flower since she likes them so dearly ! It also refers to her bright yellow Sylaise's vallaslin.

Thanks for asking !! It was fun to do 😌 There's a few more lists under the #ask game list tag if something crosses your mind ! I'm still opened to more asks about these characters, from a list or not.

For the record : Kallian my HoF-Rook /romanced Alistair ; Marian Hawke even tho it's not my most fleshed out character /romanced Anders then Varric bc I can ; Ennera my Inquisitor /romanced Cullen ; Tahlen, son of Kallian & Alistair ; Aodren, Ennera's childhood friend /romanced Dorian. I want to introduce them all to you so BAD it's hurting me. But I'll do the tarot card first to go nicely with their introduction posts I SWEAR 😤

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Battle lines (2)

Guess who has been watching Mayfair Witches?

Warnings: spoilers for season 1 of Mayfair Witches, mention of deaths, manipulation, canon typical behaviours, Mikael is his own warning, mentions of imprisonment, pain, suffering, obsession and cancer.

Catch up with chapter one here

“There is one family that the Mayfairs won’t associate with. They are the Mikaelsons and as much as your family is known as the elite of New Orleans, they are its rulers. The circumstances are slightly different however one of their close friends has kept her demon at bay. She might be able to help you.”

Cip’s words ran on repeat in Rowan’s mind as she stood on the fancy doorstep. Even the doorbell looked pristine and she was unwilling to press it because she was afraid that she would dirty it.

After several minutes of arguing with herself, Rowan reached out a cautious finger to ring the doorbell but the door swung open and a brunet in an expensive tailored suit greeted her, “Welcome Doctor Rowan Fielding. I am Elijah Mikaelson.”

Rowan hoisted her handbag higher on her shoulder as her mind processed that Elijah had been one of the few people to refer to her by her title without being corrected, “You have a lovely home.”

Elijah smiled and inclined his head, “Thank you for noticing. My brother and (Name) shall return shortly. Am I correct in assuming that it is her you want to speak with?”

Rowan nodded. Just as Elijah predicted, his brother and the person she was most anxious to meet didn’t take long to arrive.

“Niklaus, (Name). May I introduce Doctor Rowan Fielding?”

“Oh yes. One of them.” Niklaus sneered distastefully.

“Now, now Niklaus. Remember your manners.”

You smiled as the two brothers interacted before turning to Rowan, “How are you coping?”

That question opened the floodgates and Rowan recounted everything from her adoptive mother’s cancer returning to Lasher imprisoning her in the Mayfair house.

Rowan finished speaking and gazed at you expectantly. “There is no denying that you’ve been through tremendous ordeals. But most interestingly, you still view your powers as a curse.”

“How else can I see them? They’ve only brought pain, suffering and death.”

“They react that way because of the emotions you were feeling at the time.”

Rowan stared at you, “Cip said the same thing.”

You stared back unblinkingly, “Then you should listen to him. Anger is a fleeting feeling and that’s why your power is so destructive. If you were in the OR, would you allow yourself to be angry?”

“No.” Rowan denied instantly, “I can’t be angry in the OR because I could slip and harm my patient.”

“It’s exactly the same as when you harness your power. And for the record, with the right training, you could use your power in the OR to help your patients.”

“You sound like someone who’s had experience with controlling their own power.” Rowan observed.

You smirked, “You could just ask me what my power is.”

“Would you tell me?”

“Maybe.”

Rowan changed topics, “How did you catch your demon’s attention?”

Niklaus let out a hiss and Elijah stiffened, “I met Mikael in a bar. I planned to leave the bar with him and spend the night however, we were interrupted by a vampire who wanted to settle a score and it was then that I pieced together the clues that I had been given. Realising who I encountered, I made my way here and warned his…”

“You can say it.” Elijah urged softly but your gaze was focused on Klaus who was facing away from you.

“Children.” You concluded.

“What drew him to you?” Rowan pushed.

“Initially, he was amused. Amusement turned to intrigue. Intrigue became fascination and fascination became obsession.”

On the outskirts of New Orleans, Mikael clenched his teeth as his latest attempt to lure you away from his children and the boy and into his embrace failed.

Mikael’s enhanced hearing caught the quietest whisper of sound, “Linger and I shall expand my hunting repertoire to include demons.”

Lasher appeared directly in front of him with a confident air, “Why should either of us stand in the other’s way of reaching our destined partners?”

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Please excuse the incoming rant.

Okay so like I’ve seen a lot of people talking about how in the Knuckles Series; Sonic still calls Maddie by her name and not “Mom” like he calls Tom “Dad”, but like to me it makes sense. For one; Sonic obviously has a closer relationship with Tom, culminating in him calling him “Dad” by the end of the second movie. Going by the fact the house is still under construction during the series, it’s clear not much time has passed since the end of the second movie, so going off of that, there hasn’t been much development time for Sonic to also grow comfortable calling Maddie “Mom”. After all, if it took him the months that occurred between the 1st and 2nd move to get there with Tom, he’d really be speed running it calling Maddie “Mom” by the series.

But think I it might be even deeper than that. Longclaw was Sonic’s first adoptive mother, who he blames himself for her loss. As far as we know, he never had a father figure before, so there’s no previous baggage with the term “Dad” like “Mom” would have. Sonic may still be calling Maddie by her name as a way to protect himself from future harm, from the possibility of potentially losing another mother figure. After all, you can’t lose something if you never acknowledge you have it in the first place, right?

Yes, to everything! This is something I've thought of a lot!

Time to answer with my own rant. 🤣

Yeah, I can definitely understand why Sonic would have more trouble calling Maddie "mom," because of Longclaw (even though he called Longclaw by her name as well, but the books confirmed that he saw her as his mother). It was easier for him to latch onto Tom, and even though it took what, eight ish months of living with the Wachowskis to actually call him "dad," he did eventually. I still think Sonic will start referring to Maddie as his mother eventually, but it totally makes sense why he hasn't yet.

I think it's a similar case with Knuckles, but it's the other way around. Knuckles's mother was never mentioned, but his father was heavily involved in his childhood. Everyone got the implication that he was going to be a mama's boy after the tidbits from the end of movie 2 and the short, "Sonic Drone Home." And I still think that will one day be the case. Since he's a bit older than Sonic, and is more independent, however, I think it'll take Knuckles a long while to be able to think of anyone as his parents. I still think it'll happen at some point, starting with Maddie, but I wouldn't be surprised if it takes a while. Even longer than it took Sonic.

I like how they did that arc in the second movie. It was mostly unspoken, but I liked the sort of parallel from the boat scene's "Stop trying to be my dad," to "I've got a lot more than that, Dad." 🥰 There are many implications that this is something Tom & Maddie have been wanting for a while. It's clear they love all three kids dearly, and Maddie herself referred to Knuckles as one of her kids. Sure, she got (rightfully) ticked at him for basically destroying the living room and the car, but there was zero implication that she was going to give up.

I'm very curious to see more of Tails's and Knuckles's relationships with Tom & Maddie in the third movie. Maybe there will be an arc similar to Sonic and Tom's in the second movie? Of the two, Tails would become more comfortable with calling them by such titles sooner, and I'm hoping to see some of that soon.

I have a lot of hopes for sure. Jeff Fowler has said a lot that he has a ton of plans for the Sonic Cinematic Universe, so we could easily get more spin offs and more content. 🥰 Our little space kids will get there eventually! I'm just so glad they have parents to care for them in this universe. 💙