You Are Sick and You're Married, and You Might Be Dying. (Part two)

Part one.

Really I wanted to title this after Andromeda by Weyes Blood, "Treat me right, I'm still a good man's daughter. Let me In If I break and be quiet if I shatter." But it's easier if it has the same title as the one before. Maybe I'll do another one with that title. TW: angst, death, cancer, realistic Chemo (as close as I could get it anyways), Morpheus. No happy ending.

Things had been hard.

Y/N had been given two choices, Chemotherapy or to just…leave it. To let the Cancer exist and spread to her lymph nodes, slowly kill her. She thought about it, she really did. It would be easier, peaceful and on her own terms. Joanna assured her that whatever she chose she would be by her side, and Y/N had no doubt. So when she chose Chemo, Joanna did everything in her power to make sure she was comfortable.

It was the least she could do with the guilt she was carrying. She knew Y/N wasn't going to make it, a demon's curse is a demon's curse. And she felt awful. But she didn't want her girl to hate her, so she didn't bring it up.

The Doctors had told them about what to watch out for. How Y/N would be sensitive to the cold, it could cause pins and needles or make her throat feel like it was closing up so they should always have gloves, a scarf and a bottle of warm water after a Chemo session.

They had also told the couple about how food might taste different for Y/N and may even have a different texture. And how she could be sick or feel nauseous. And should anything feel off at all she was to call 111. They would give her the best advice, tell her whether she should to to the hospital or not.

The Chemo was spread across every other week.

Y/N was sitting in a chair in the Chemo section of the hospital she was in, wearing one of Joanna's shirts and a cardigan. She had a pick in her arm and a bag of chemicals hanging over her head. Her girlfriend was sitting in a chair next to her, and they were chatting about shit TV when her phone went.

Y/N saw her go to decline it, "Joanna, you're allowed to accept phone calls, y'know? I know you don't think of it this way, but you do actually have a job, that you are allowed to attend." She reminded her.

"Fine." Joanna accepted the call and sat there for a while, just humming in agreement before hanging up, "They want me for an exorcism this evening. Someone high class."

"Royal?" Y/N laughed.

"Probably. But I can cancel if you don't want me going. Like seriously, they can pull someone else in. The only reason I took it was because they're paying a lot." She explained.

"Joanna it's fine. I'll probably be tired when I get back home, so I'll just sleep while you're gone sweetheart. Don't fret."

***

Joanna had been to this church many times.

Outside, was the local crazy, Hettie, who Joanna loved to bits. She always had a bit of mystic or occult gossip. The woman was two hundred and eight after all.

And this time, it was about The Sandman, something that Joanna was sure was nothing more than a fairy story.

"He's back.." Hettie slurred.

Joanna laughed, "Who's back Hettie?" 

"Why Morpheus of course."

"Morpheus?" "The king of nightmares. The sandman."

"The sandman's nothing but a fairytale hettie." Joanna laughed.

"Mark my words girl, The Sandman's back, and he wants his sand." Hettie looked over Joanna's shoulder and started giggling.

Joanna turned around, to see what Hettie was having a look at and there on the steps of the church she was about to go into was a man, who she would describe as goth. He looked a bit like an emo teenage boy…but with more style.

"Who are you?" Joanna's eyebrows raised at the man and he began to speak something about dreams and nightmares and sand, but she stopped him, "Look, that's nice and all but I have an exorcism to do and a girlfriend to get back too." She pushed past him.

Joanna would've been eternally grateful for that night.

The night she partnered up with The Sandman to get his bag of sand from an ex-girlfriend of hers who had destroyed herself with it. He had made sure she died peacefully and happily.

And that was when Joanna had an idea.

As they were leaving her ex's house, Joanna turned to Morpheus, "I'm going to ask you a favour." She said, "I don't care what the price is I just…need this. My girlfriend Y/N has cancer. She doesn't know it yet, but…the chemo's not gonna make a change. She's dying and it's my fault. What you did to Rachel in there, could you do that for her? Or maybe put a word in with Death when the time comes? Make sure she's comfortable?"

"Yes." He answered, his eyes showing pity for her, "One day I'll call on you."

In that moment he was the patron saint of Lovers. Forget valentine.

***

The Chemo was doing very little. If anything it was making it worse. Months later, Y/N had shaved her hair and had lost weight. She looked pale and tired.

The doctor's didn't see much point in continuing with the sessions. Instead they gave Y/N some meds and sent her home under the care of her girlfriend.

The moment they got home, Joanna put Y/N into bed before going to make some food.

Just as she was about to leave the bedroom, Y/N called her back, "Joanna. Please, sit with me."

"…Okay." Joanna turned around and took her side of the bed, "What's up?"

"I know." She said, "I know I had no chance of living…" She admitted, "The night you called me…worried. I thought if I did the Chemo it might make both of us feel better, might let me live a little longer. When I go-"

"Y/N, no." Joanna took her hand.

"When I go, I don't want you to feel bad. Alright?"

"Alright. I'm sorry."

"I know, it's okay. I know you only tried to do what was best."

Y/N barely lasted the rest of the week. She was fading away, finding it harder and harder to wake up, sleeping more, eating less.

And then, one warm summer evening, she was awake again. Joanna could hear her mumbling to herself from the kitchen, chatting away. And just as she went to check on her, there was a knock at the door.

Joanna sighed and went to open it and there on the other side was The Sandman. And she knew what that meant, and she knew who Y/N was talking too.

Together, the Exorcist and The Endless walked into their bedroom to see Y/N sitting up in bed and a black woman sitting on the end of it, her legs crossed like a child.

"I didn't think there was much point in hiding." She shrugged, "You've already met my brother." She turned to Y/N, "You've got a real amazing one here, I wish I could let you keep her a little longer."

"Joanna, come sit with me." Y/N smiled as Joanna took a seat on her side of the bed, "Are you okay?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Joanna was beginning to sniffle.

"You know that's not how we work." She laughed before wiping her Love's eyes, "Don't cry Sweetheart. It's not worth it." Her eyes flicked up, "I take it you're Dream? Your sister told me you'd be coming."

"Yes. I'm here to make sure your happy when you go. It's the least I could do for Joanna." he sighed.

"Well, I think I'm ready." She smiled at her girlfriend, "In the end, was it a Royal?"

"Yeah." Joanna smiled through the overflow of tears.

"I love you." She kissed her cheek.

"I love you too."

And then Morpheus was gone, Death was gone and so was Y/N. And with all three of them they took Joanna's will to live.

The world would never shine as bright again as it did when she was besides Y/N.

Her wonderful, beautiful Y/N.

Interwoven | Chapter 4

Chapters:  4/6 Fandom:  The Sandman (Comics & TV 2022) Rating:  Mature/Explicit Relationships:  Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Original Female Character, Dream/Reader Characters:  Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Original Female Character, Hob Gadling, Original Characters, Matthew the Raven, Lucienne, Calliope, Mervyn Pumpkinhead, Calliope, The Endless, Eve, Delirium, Death, Desire Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit Sexual Content, Past Abuse, Abusive Relationships, Possessive Behavior, Domestic Abuse, Domestic Violence, Jealousy, Trauma Responses Tags: Character Development, Established Relationships, General complicated feelings, meeting the family, meeting the friends, talk about fantasies, domestic life, fluff, past Relationships, ANGST, OFC: Dahlia, Named Reader, 1st POV

Summary: She had very few people in her life and while he denied it, Dream had so many. People that cared for him, people that warned her. Or in other terms, Dream and Dahlia’s casual relationship is turning not so casual. Chapter Summary: A family meeting of sorts

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I spent my time going from dream to dream, trying to resort my tangled thoughts, almost oblivious to what was going on around me. I needed to walk, to move, or else I would spiral down into something dark and insecure.

Giants loomed in a forest of emeralds, helping a young girl to swing back and forth by tying rope and a board to their fingers. Her laughter helped but I felt like I was darkening the mood. An endless maze of a house grew and grew for a boy who desperately wanted to find a way out and I watched him run past me over and over again, not realizing the house was a loop. His distress was bitter so I walked on. A young woman dreamed of opening a bakery inside of a giant sourdough loaf, the walls toasted and warm and tables made of slices of butter but I stayed slightly cold. Falling back into old habits, doors appeared, leading me from one dream to the next as if my subconscious or the magic that allowed me the ability was trying to help. But I could only think about the story Eve had told me and her warning. Loving Lord Morpheus is not for the faint of heart. I didn’t love him, that was jumping the gun when so much of our relationship was…confusing. It wouldn’t be hard to, if I wasn’t terrified. Love had pushed me into a cage long ago, had led me to take suffering and abuse because at least I was loved and that made it all better. He had loved Alianora, even if it was Desire’s doing, and she had loved him, but time had corroded it away like it does all things and he’d been cruel. Cold. She’d been caged in the same way and that was terrifying. Somewhere out there was dream island where his old love was tucked away so she couldn’t bother him. Out of sight, out of mind. I wondered if being mortal was a perk for him. At least when he got bored of me, I’d go home and die off. I sighed, going through another door to another dream, a boy with a mermaid tail swimming passed through the air while a school of flying fish followed him. I was underwater but not, able to walk on as if on land and breathe normally even if the water lifted my hair. The Morpheus people spoke of always seemed so different from the one I knew. When he had triggered my trauma, he’d learned and corrected himself, aware of the pain it caused. He played at being annoyed at me disobeying him but I could see the lightness and humor when I did so. And when I argued with him, he was stubborn but didn’t push me away as a dumb simple human. But there were hints there. When we had fought about Calliope, it’d been there in the coldness and the words he bit out but also easily pushed away. He had changed and yes, was also fighting it. Maybe his time in imprisonment had affected him more than I knew, but it didn’t erase the person he was. It was hard to process that echo of cruelty that seemed to reverberate in the stories of his past and the sharpness in his eyes and I sighed again. I entered another door and paused, eyes trying to adjust to the bright technicolor buildings that surrounded me as I stood on a city street. The buildings were an array of neon colors and seemed to pulse and sway, giant eyes blinking in place of windows and peering down at me. It was most likely a drug trip induced dream, something I had come across a handful of times. The sidewalk was less solid and more like jello, bouncing slightly as I walked and the world around me so bright against my black dress. It was like walking into a bad Lisa Frank painting. Two girls lay star-fished on the ground in the middle of the road, head to head, blinking up at the rainbow sky. Butterflies and fish and spiders floated around them like buzzing insects. I frowned, feeling my eyes strain at all the color. “Hi,” a voice called out, coming out of one of the girls in word-shaped smoke, a small smoke smiley face following then dissipating. I smiled softly and walked forward a bit, arms wrapped around me. One of the girls had blonde hair, braids and beads knotted throughout, bright blue eyes glassy as they stared unblinking at the sky. She didn’t register me, barely seemed to notice anything happening around her which made me frown. The other girl had bright red hair with streaks of color, half the side shaved down and colorful eyeshadow smeared. One eye was sharp and blue, the other green with silver flecks. The mismatched eyes found mine and something thrummed through me as if someone had put one hand to a live wire and the other into a bowl of slime. It was strange and uncomfortable but I knew that while she was in this dream, she wasn’t the dreamer or even of the Dreaming. A visitor, trespasser. “Hi,” I replied slightly confused, staring at her in her upside down position. “You’re really pretty,” she said in a singsong voice, the words coming out in more word shaped smoke but now in swirling color. My lips quirked even in my confusion, the smoke moving around me, “Thanks. Are you…supposed to be here? You’re not a dream.” Her own lips pursed, large eyes blinking while her hands twirled in the air around the floating butterflies and fish. The blonde girl still stared unseeing on the ground opposite her. “I mean, am I supposed to be anywhere? Are you supposed to be here?” she let out a string of words, smoke struggling to caption in the air, “I don’t know, that’s not really my thing. I don’t know, I guess I wanted to be here but maybe I am supposed to be here! I bet my brother would know in the big book- ooooh! What if we go and ask him and then we can see if we can go somewhere it doesn’t say but then maybe now that I’ve said it the book would know and we would be doing what the book said- I don’t know! Oh we can ask if bricks or planks would be better!” My brain felt like it was melting, struggling to keep up with the line of dialogue she was going down, registering an older sibling. Not a dream then, but her description of a book sounded awfully familiar. I could only smile and nod, “Uh, I’m not sure we can see your big brother but we can ask Dream-” “Oh no, let’s not ask him. He’ll probably do his frowny face and be scary and say how I’m interrupting his very important work again,” she cut me off, sitting up off the concrete, her voice going low to impersonate his voice. Her red hair floated around her a bit, large and almost swallowing her waif-like form. She was so young, a teenager maybe, with a fishnet stocking bodysuit that was ripped at the knees and elbows and an oversized men's jacket hanging off of her. Something seemed to click, some instinct deep inside like instinctively knowing how to breathe or blink, and I knew before the words were out, “You’re Delirium, aren’t you? His sister?” She quirked her head, hair falling into her face, worry slipping into her mismatched irises, “Oh… Yeah, I guess I am. Are you going to tell my brother I’m here?” And at that, I couldn’t help but smile at her and how utterly normal that statement was coming from an Endless. She was chaotic but tiny, standing up to my chin and looking like such a kid. Definitely radiating little sister energy, “No, not if you don’t want me to. Are you okay? Don’t you all usually go through your galleries?” Delirium put a hand to her chin, sleeve flopping over to completely cover it, “I’m…okay, I think? I was talking to this lady and she offered me some little candies that make you see all the invisible squiggles that float around and since that was really nice I gave her a special gift to let her see extra colors in return, the ones that don’t exist, but when I was in her brain she went to sleep and I was like oops and tumbled in but then her dream was really cool so I stayed here cause the floor feels like jelly and is fun and then you showed up and started talking to me. So yeah. I think I’m okay.” Despite telling me she had essentially taken drugs with a stranger, I doubted it was what made her like this. It was very likely drugs and alcohol and the sort didn’t affect the Endless at all. But I  looked down at the blonde girl at our feet and the glassy look in her eyes and frowned. The girl was really high and I wasn’t sure it was good she was unresponsive even in her dream. “Well, would you like to go somewhere else? I don’t think your friend is going to be doing much,” my hand fiddled with the black stone necklace and I looked behind Delirium as a door appeared without really being summoned. I was getting better at that. She smiled, blinking her mismatched eyes and a floating spider landed on top of her head, “Really? Oh yes, please, I don’t like jelly.” I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing at the complete one-eighty turn on her feelings towards jelly and nodded to the door, leading her away from the girl. I didn’t know what would happen to a mortal who not only was in one Endless’ realm but had another Endless still in her brain. Probably not great so getting her to a neutral zone would probably be best. I opened the door and we both walked through, coming to the familiar green plains of Fiddler’s Green. Delirium laughed and twirled around, the tall grass around us leaning into me as if to caress and comfort and acknowledge my presence. I smiled and ran my hands through it, walking down a small path. “Wow, I mean I heard you could walk through dreams but like wow ,” the youngest Endless laughed, the word clouds not dissipating in this new dream meaning they were coming from her. Slowly though, they turned from smoke to bubbles, small circles that morphed into various shapes around her. “You’ve heard of me?” I asked and walked beside her as bubble animals floated passed. That made me pause a bit. I highly doubted Morpheus would mention me to any of his siblings except maybe Death, which meant word had gotten out of our involvement. It was odd and slightly uncomfortable that beings of such high power were speaking about me. I knew Dream would not be happy about it. “Yeah, kinda,” she hopped along, dancing from one foot to the next, “Desire mentioned Dream was with someone new and they were interested but they’re always interested cause they like to do dumb things with Despair but then I heard you were human and a Dream Walker and thought that’s cool! And maybe I’d want to meet you because maybe you were nice so here I am.” Desire had mentioned me. Definitely wasn’t sure how to feel about that. While I had yet to meet them, what I had heard from stories and Morpheus himself hadn’t exactly been great though I also had to consider that the source was ever so slightly biased. “You wanted to meet me?” I asked gently, trying to shake away the discomfort I was feeling. She paused mid hop, foot half balanced in the air as a prancing bubble unicorn moved past, “Yeeeeeeeah, but Dream would get mad if I asked and he makes that frowny face and his weird eyes get all black hole-ish and he scares me so I didn’t ask.” Her lip wobbled a bit as it morphed into a pout, foot still in the air, “And now he’s going to get mad that I accidentally slipped into his realm and is gonna tell me how I’m bad at my function and I’ve met you so he’s gonna be extra angry and-” “He’s not going to get mad,” I cut her off, putting a hand on her shoulder until she finally planted both feet on the ground, “I’ll try and tell him not to, you don’t have to be scared. He’s still your big brother after all.” Delirium sniffled, a bubble dog diving in and out of the floating red strands of her hair, “Yeah, but he doesn’t like me very much. I’m not sure he likes any of us except Death.” I sighed. Morpheus was…intense. Very rarely did he allow himself to relax and his work and responsibilities were always first. Honestly, he was so type A I was surprised he was even interested in me considering how often I poked fun at him and generally disobeyed him, but he did. He didn’t allow himself to be silly or relaxed or anything. I could see how that would clash with Delirium and his other siblings. It made me a little sad though. For while they were Endless and ageless and existed since the beginning of time, they were also a family. They had each other, as evident by Desire coming to his aid with Alianora even when they hated each other. I was an only child, had only had myself for so long, even more so after my parents died. I was…jealous, a little. To have a big family, but not appreciate it. “He’s…difficult,” I frowned sadly, “But I promise I’ll make sure he doesn’t yell or get mad at least.” The silver in her green eye swirled like a fish in a pond and she smiled, the sadness vanishing in a second, “I like you. I’m sorry I can’t give you extra pretty colors.” The sudden change was jarring but I only smiled and chuckled, patting her shoulder again, “It’s okay. I like the colors I see now and I like you too.” The bubble dog came prancing around her, the size of my palm and shimmering in its oil slicked form. I raised my hand and watched it leap on, sitting and panting with a wagging tail. It should have popped but this was the Dreaming and the bubbles were Delirium’s creatures so it wasn’t too surprising. Pursing my lips, I tried to imagine another smaller bubble dog next to it, tapping into that same place where I imagined the doors and could bring myself to different areas of dreams. It couldn’t be that hard, much smaller effort than taking my whole person and teleporting it, plus this was the dream realm. Anything should be possible. With that thought, there was another small dog sitting there that was slightly different in color and not quite as animated, but there all the same. I smiled as Delirium gasped in delight and lowered my palm as the two dogs barked and wagged excitedly at each other. “Oh, you made one too! Oh my gosh, look at the little doggies ,” she clasped her hands and the bubble dogs chased each other through the air. I couldn’t help feeling slightly proud of myself, having done it especially without Dream’s help or guidance. I’d been able to manipulate some things in the Dreaming, but only the tiniest bit and usually in my own dreams. This was new and I felt a little more confident in my ability. We walked a little further, watching the bubble dogs run and knock past other bubble animals in their excitement as leaves from the overhead trees bowed and grazed my skin and a cherry scented wind skimmed over me. Delirium was mumbling to herself, though I could only hear her repeat my name a few times under her breath, the hard D sound repeated over and over along with the rest of her family’s names. All D’s. The meeting was proving to be a good distraction from the spiral my thoughts had been taking and I was enjoying our walk. Then I felt the shift in the Dreaming a second before the sizzle of his power coasted over my skin and through my necklace and tried not to groan at the sharp metallic scent to the wind that cut through the pleasantness that had been there. The bubble dog that I had made gave a sharp bark then popped, leaving the other one alone and whining. Oh he was mad. Shit. Morpheus appeared on the path ahead of us, a black tear in the peacefulness that was Fiddler’s Green. Cloak a wispy shadow with flames blazing bright and skin so pale under his mop of black hair, I could see why even Delirium could be scared of him. He was more Nightmare King in that instance, black eyes bottomless pits and jaw sharp as he clenched his teeth together. I sighed and stepped forward a little in front of his younger sister, knowing I was going to have to steer this fast, as he bit out a sharp, “Delirium, sister, what are you doing here?” I didn’t even have to look at her to know she was cringing away, the rest of the bubble animals popping around us. Stepping a little closer, I caught his eye, lips pressed tightly together, and gave him a pointed look while trying to convey everything I couldn’t necessarily say out loud. I settled for mouthing silently, “Calm down, please.” The please was for added benefit, knowing he wouldn’t take kindly to being ordered when he was in this kind of a mood. A silent argument passed between us, the cloak whipping about in the invisible wind of his power. I could almost hear him, the command to move out the way, but I stayed firm in front of Delirium. He was angry and I wasn’t sure exactly what specific problem was pissing him off the most, but anger in general wasn’t good for me and was not good for his sister. “I was showing your little sister around Fiddler’s Green. You know, chatting,” I answered for her, keeping my voice light even as I glared at him. His jaw clenched and the twin stars sparked, searching my face and then moving to the Endless half hidden behind me. My stance, deceptively relaxed from Delirium’s view but tense from the front, was very clear. I wasn’t going to settle for him getting after her. He was mad but that anger wasn’t welcome here right now. I could see him take a deep breath and the cloak calmed a bit as he struggled to get himself under control. It wasn’t hard to see why. He’d found one of his siblings in his realm, uninvited, and with me. Meeting Hob was one thing, meeting an Endless was another, “Sister, are you well? You did not use your sigil.” Better, it was a better attempt at not seeming angry even if I could see the tension in his shoulders and feel it along my skin in the harsh skittering of his power. It was like breathing in the taste of foil, metallic and bitter. “Uh, yeah. I mean- as well as I always am,” Delirium mumbled and moved to step more alongside me, fidgeting with her bare feet in the grass, “I mean I was better then worse but then I got better! Now kinda worse, but I think getting better?” Morpheus came closer, arms crossed, “That is…good.” The word was stilted and if his jaw was clenched any tighter, his teeth would shatter, “Did you come to the Dreaming on a family matter?” She swayed back and forth, hair swirling in a cloud of red and colors, eyes catching mine and darting to the floor in any attempt to avoid meeting his gaze, “I…wanted to meet Dahlia? She’s really nice and pretty and please don’t be mad … Did you know she has a D name too?” I smiled down at her, trying to show that we were good and nothing bad had happened. He sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose as if fighting off a headache, “Young sister, you cannot simply enter my realm without informing me.” Her face fell a bit, “You don’t want to see me? I didn’t mess with anything! I think…I mean the blonde girl was pretty okay when we left her…” The stars in his eyes darkened and I knew he was hitting his emotional range already, stuck between being angry and dealing with Delirium’s sadness. “Maybe you can use the gallery next time-” I interrupted him before he could open his mouth, meeting her mismatched eyes all the while feeling his slight annoyance building, “And come see us properly. I think that would be nice and you won’t have to come through other means. Right, Dream?” I watched her shuffle and Morpheus’ eyes burning into my skin. I wasn’t sure if he was mad at the suggestion, but knew he wouldn’t openly contradict me. But there was something besides anger in that stare and I swallowed hard under its intensity. Then she brightened, smiling, “Does that mean I’m invited to visit?” I replied “Yes” at the same time as Dream said “No,” the words bouncing off each other. My eyes met his, admonishing, and he narrowed his. I didn’t exactly have any say over the realm or inviting her, but it was a decent compromise between the two and I wasn’t going to let him mess that up. He sighed heavily before relenting, “Within allowance and if I am not engaged in pertinent work, then you may be permitted to visit if Dahlia is here.” Not quite a no, not quite a yes, but it seemed to do the trick all the same. Delirium was dancing on her heels, fingers intertwined and balled under her chin, “Oh wowee, okay! Oooh, you weren’t scary and I’m invited now! This is not how I thought this would go, how exciting!” The dreamlord sighed again and I knew I’d be hearing about this later, “Shall we go to the gallery so you may return to your realm?”

It was a question that he didn’t even let her reply to, quickly moving forward and grabbing my hand in his, the action abrupt but still gentle as the world shifted around us.

And in a blink, we were in the dark marble of his gallery room, the golden frames around each sigil glistening in the flickering candlelight that lit the room. Each sigil was beautiful in its own right, floating in their designated space in the darkness. Delirium was a bright spot in contrast to both my black dress and Dream’s cloak, the shadows seeming to hug us while she was a calamity of color. I realized how much it matched her sigil, the amorphous swirl of color accurate to the chaotic girl. Her steps echoed as she pranced in a circle, twirling and looking around at her surroundings as if it were new. Maybe it was, considering how often the dreamlord liked to change the palace rooms. Morpheus had opened his mouth, headed towards her sigil when another voice interrupted him for the hundredth time in the past few minutes. “Dream, I stand in my gallery and I hold your sigil! I need to talk to you, quick!” A light female voice echoed through the space, gentle but commanding, and then in a blink there was a girl standing there against the wall. Not even waiting for a reply. She was in tight black jeans and a black tank top, hair a mass of curls around her head with a silver ankh hanging from her neck. She looked kind but also worried, brow drawn tight and lips in a frown. And like Delirium, I knew this was Death, the oldest sister of the Endless. This day was getting to be a lot. A heavy sigh, most likely the fifth since I met back up with him, left Morpheus, “Sister, usually I must permit you-” “Can it,” she cut him off abruptly, “Have you seen…?” Death drifted off as her eyes found Delirium not far off near me, smiling and giving her a small wave. Relief released from her and she marched over, placing her hands on the younger girl's shoulder, “Del, there you are! You scared the crap out of me!” “Hi,” Delirium squeaked, “I was here. I was in a blonde girl earlier but then Dahlia found me and then Dream found us and I’m here. At least I think I am.” “Yeah I know,” Death admonished, “That girl died in her sleep and I thought you got stuck in between realms while still in her head because I couldn’t find you.” Morpheus pursed his lips, arms crossed again, “That is how you entered my realm? Through a human girl?” Death shushed him with a frown and then her eyes caught on me, freezing. Confusion painted her features, brow furrowing deeper as if I was a puzzle she couldn’t quite figure out. While she was warm, a kindness to her no matter her expression, there was something disconcerting about the expression on her face. “Dream?” she asked, eyes not leaving mine, his name a question. The air was tense and I felt frozen, not sure what to do with my hands or my face. This was the sister I had heard so much about, the one the dream king seemed to like the most, and she was looking at me like I had two heads. Morpheus seemed unsettled at her expression, stepping closer to my side and putting a protective hand to my back, “Dahlia, this is my elder sister, Death.” No further introduction of her to me, no elaboration. It wasn’t a warm introduction and I swallowed hard, feeling nervous. She frowned, stepping a little closer with her head quirked, “You’re Dahlia?” The question was disbelieving, eyebrows rising as she looked me over with sharp eyes. Morpheus was looking at her with dark eyes, uneasy in the way she asked the question. “Uh, yeah, hi,” I mumbled and gave her a tentative smile. All the while my brain was shutting down, anxiety cranking up on high as I wondered how awful I had to be that the nicest of the Endless siblings may not like me. Her eyes took me in and there was a shiver along my spine, her eyes darting from the necklace to her brother at my side. Finally, she smiled softly, the tension not quite dissipating but almost as if she realized she was making me uneasy, “It’s nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard…a bit about you…Uh, Dream, can I speak with you for a second?” Finally. Finally meet you. I hadn’t been wrong that the Endless had been talking about me and my own anxiety didn’t leave me. The dreamlord's fingers tightened on my back, hesitating to leave, before he nodded, stepping with her to the far side of the room. I watched them walk away, lips pressed tightly, wondering what she had seen when she looked at me. Whatever conversation the two were having did not seem to be pleasant, both their faces tense as she seemed to be getting after him. Death was mad. Had I made her mad? Why was everyone mad today? Except Delirium… “I like you, did I mention I like you?” Delirium spoke as she came beside me, “You didn’t let him yell at me.” She paced in little circles, hair practically covering her face and arms outstretched as if balancing on a tightwire. I broke my gaze from the two older siblings, knot in my throat and looked down at her, “I said I wouldn’t. He’s…a bit cranky when it comes to rules.” “Yeeeeeah, I know,” she blew a raspberry, blowing at a stray piece of hair that floated in front of her face, “But he wasn’t too bad this time. Maybe because he likes you, but even when he was with the other ladies he was also kinda mean. You’re nice though and he was nicer so that’s good!” I chewed the skin of my bottom lip, giving her a small smile but unable to fully relax again. It seemed like everywhere I turned today there were mentions of Morpheus’ exes and past and it was becoming an effort to ignore them. It was like walking through a minefield mixed in with the drama of his family. I wondered if it would always be like this, a comparison game between me and the others. It was a losing one for me. I was a human, nothing special. Not a goddess or being of light or a creature from another Endless. A boring little human who went to work and read books and didn’t have many friends. Did his siblings find me lacking, unable to understand why he was wasting his time with me? Maybe that’s what Death was mad about. Desire was certainly interested, but that couldn’t be good. Death came marching back, obviously annoyed with her brother, but gave me an exasperated smile, “Sorry for the abrupt meeting! I really had wanted to meet you in a much better way! It’s been a day.” Morpheus stayed at a distance, a hard frown on his face and brow furrowed, shadowing his eyes. I could tell he was troubled and not only because two of his siblings had barged in and now met me. I wasn’t sure what the argument had been about and the unknown made me anxious. Even if it was irrational because he had introduced me to Hob, I wondered if this was more than he had wanted. Meeting his friend a few days before and now I was meeting some of his family. My lips quirked up, a little bashful and a little sad, “Yeah, it has for me too. It was nice to meet you both, either way. He talks pretty highly of you.” I could feel Dream’s eyes on me, reading me, and I tried to pull myself together. His older sister smiled at that, face lightening a bit, and she teasingly punched his shoulder while giving me a wink, “Isn’t that sweet?” If he wasn't in a mood then he probably would have rolled his eyes. Death clapped, turning to the younger Endless at my side, “Alright, Del. Time to head back and leave Dream alone. I think he’s had about enough of us.” She nodded and then ran over, giving me a hug and a smile and I couldn’t help giving her one back. She didn’t give one to Dream. “Bye, Dahllllia,” as they vanished, Delirium’s voice swam around me like the chiming of the bells slightly off key. The instant they were gone Dream’s power swelled and he dropped the mask of not being utterly annoyed, jaw clenching. His hand raked through his hair as he came closer, obviously not happy about any of what had happened. It was almost suffocating, pressing onto my chest and skin and I had to close my eyes to be able to breathe past it. It reminded me of the storm that had flooded my nightmare with Aiden, trashing against the windows and walls and sweeping me away. It was getting too much. “Morpheus,” I whispered, heartbeat kicking up as anxiety slipped its way in. The pressure vanished instantly and the room cleared, a breeze brushing over my skin in apology. I let out a shaky breath, trying to calm myself and keep my anxiety triggers at bay, fingers picking at the fabric of my dress. The silence stretched as he stewed, staring at the sigils of the gallery with brewing eyes. I don’t think he was mad at me, but it was hard not to feel like it when he was in one of these moods. Untouchable, a steel wall firmly around him while he sulked and glowered. Slowly, I walked up to him and trailed my fingers over the sleeve of his cloak, tentatively like testing the temperature of a pool before plunging in. He didn’t move at first and then he turned over his hand and intertwined my fingers in his, pulling me into him. His cloak was still half shadow and wrapped around me feeling of the chill of dusk, flames licking up the darkness of my own dress. I pressed my cheek to his chest and relaxed a bit as his arms came up and he clutched me to him almost desperately, still silent but no longer a steel wall. My fingers tangled in the darkness of the fabric around us, not sure what to think. Even with everything I had learned earlier and even now, I wanted him. I needed to feel him against me and needed that comfort. “I know today was unexpected and chaotic, but I am glad I met them both. Delirium was sweet,” I mumbled into the dark fabric of his shirt, “Death was nice too, even if I only got to meet her for a bit.” His fingers dug a little more into my back as if I’d dissolve into sand if he didn’t hold on tight, “It appears my family has been discussing you behind my back.” So that’s what had triggered the slight possessive streak in him. Maybe not entirely why he was mad, but definitely a big point for him. “Is that what Death was talking to you about?” I looked up at him, seeing him still staring at the frames on the wall. The stars in his eyes were dark, red, the color of blood and fire. Morpheus gave the subtlest shake of his head and one hand went up to tangle in my hair, “No, it was a different matter.” The answer was abrupt and to the point and I knew that I wouldn’t be getting anything more out of him. He was fixated on brooding and even with all the progress he had made so far with discussing things with me, I knew there were limits. We were both at them, the day having turned in ways we hadn’t expected.                   Maybe we could talk about it later when it wasn’t fresh, could talk about meeting two of his sisters. Talk about us. With his mood I knew not to even go near the topic about Alianora lest Eve get in trouble for telling me, but it was going to have to be something we discuss or it would eat at me. Like a ticking clock, wondering how long I had his interest before he’d discard me. It all could wait. So I held him and he held me, both of us quiet in the flickering lights of his gallery. Slowly, his cloak became more solid and his grip not so desperate, the pads of his fingers soothing over the spots he may have dug in too hard. It seemed trivial to ask what he had gotten done while I was gone and everything I had done seemed to be landmines. So I did what I could to comfort him and myself. Tilting my head up, I kissed underneath his jaw, keeping my lips against his skin until he tilted his head down. And then my lips met his, soft and trying to convey everything I couldn’t say with words. I was here, I was okay, and I was happy with him. I was his and he was mine and it was okay. His mouth parted and both hands came to cup my face as he sank into the kiss, warm and solid against me at last with that desperation echoing there. Like he was afraid. I wasn’t sure of what. And maybe for a few minutes, a few hours, a few days, nothing could touch us and we were all that mattered to each other.

Dream of the Endless vs Desire of the Endlesss

Dream

Art: Colleen Doran @colleendoran

Endlesss - Day Sleeper - electronic dream pop from a shadowy figure

This music is a byproduct of him coming to me in my exhaustion and making me tell him stories. I wasn't sleeping well at the time so I don't remember which stories I chose, but he seemed to like them more and more each time I'd tell them. He was the energy I was lacking. By the end of our time together, I had become him and he had become me. With this album I bury my sleepless past along with the person that I was. Now I'm him and it's the greatest trade-off that ever could have happened. Written By: A.H. Performed By: A.H Produced By: A.H. Engineered By: A.H. Mixed by: A.H. Mastered By: A.H. Art Direction By: A.H. Album Cover By: A.H.

i said it was for school and they let me film myself walking around in a gallery. i was absolutely certain that as soon as i asked permission, i would be kicked out of the building but the people were cool with it. this is a callback to when i started getting into art because i had nothing going for me personalitywise, thus being locked in a loop in a gallery. also the story is true. 

One Year Anniversary: Top 12 Ducktales Episodes!

Happy anniversary all you happy people! Yes it was one year ago today I started reviewing animation and it’s been a ride to be sure. I’d always WANTED to be a reviewer: I love going on and on about stuff I love, really digging into it and picking it apart... but I could never get started. I tried youtube but I didn’t have the money for the equipment nor a proper shooting space to record, so my efforts.. were not great. And while I TRIED text reviews, my own looming pile of self hatred meant every attempt I made was shot down when it got hard as me not being good enough. 

But one year ago I finally got past that. I’d already been reviewing a bit, doing invididual issues of comics... but got way in over my head trying to do the current line of X-Men comics as it came out, and wisely bowed out of that. But that left a gap: I had nothing to cover week to week and with a demanding new job, I drifted into just doing in charcter chats, little fan fictions script styles. Not bad work, I should do some more at some point and I even got a comissoin once in a while, but nothing I could really live on and not what I wanted to do with my life. 

Enter Ducktales. I’d always WANTED to review the show.. and when the double premire happened, I decided fuck it, and put up my thoughts. And then decided.. hey maybe I can do this every week.. and slowly.. my work evolved, getting better and better, getting more and more likes. I picked up Amphibia when that came by week to week.

And eventually.. this went from a hobby, if one I was passionate about to a career. Not a largely paying one, as only one person was really intrested in paying me for it, friend of the blog and our fincial backer @weirdkev27, but .. it’s money and i’m now making about 30 dollars a month due to a comination of comissions and patreon. Other contributers are always welcome mind you, my patreon is here if your curious and comissions are 5 dollars an episode, but i’ts just nice to have money coming in. To have gone from simply WANTING to review things and make a living off it.. to simply doing it. 

And it’s been one hell of a year.. and not just because 2020 felt like hell or 2021 began with a full on insurrection. I feel like i’ve acomplished a lot in the year i’ve been doing this: I finished what I started with Ducktales season 3, getting better and better as I went. And I didn’t stop there with ducks: I started covering what brought me to Ducks in the first place, the Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck, and while that retrospective has slid a bit on the schedule, I intend to get it back on track this month. I reviewed a bunch of Darkwing Duck episodes leading up to the Just Us Justice Ducks.. chronologically anyway. The actual airing order reads like someone took 50 issues of a comic, made it rain with them, then just started reading whatever ones they picked up randomly. I also covered some of Duck Master Carl Barks work with the classics Night on Bear Mountain, A Christmas for Shacktown and Back to the Klondike, with more to come. 

And the Duck didn’t stop at just reviews I did on my own: Kev comissioned two MASSIVE retrospectives from me: My first for him was Ride of the Three Caballleros where in just a few short months I covered the boys entire televisied careers together from the movie, to house of mouse, to mickey and the roadster racers, to ducktales (again) and finishing with the wonderful Legend of the Three Caballeros. It has probably the worst Daisy imaginable, but otherwise is really excellent and i’m glad I finally watched it. I also covered Don Rosa’s two stories with the boys as part of it. It was a fun ride and I enjoyed every minute of it... okay most of them again Three Cabs Daisy is the worst. And once that finished Kev started up another idea: Shadow Into Light: a look at Lena’s character arc from start to finish that has gone on to be my most popular series on this blog, and that finishes next week. And there’s more to come as after that there’s a short breather with a look at Lilo and Stitch’s crossover episodes.. folllowed by me looking at all three of season 2′s ducktales arcs. And I fully intend to have covered every episode of the series by this time next year, so stay tuned. 

Outside of ducks though I didn’t slow down. I restarted my Tom Lucitor retrospective, covering what i feel to be one of Star Vs’ two best characters, tied with eclipsa, and my personal faviorite as he redeemeed himself, found love and I bitched a lot about the horrible directions the series took and probabably will more as that’s still not done yet. I did what I always wanted to do and started looks at some of my faviorite comics ever, starting with Life and Times and adding in New X-Men and Scott PIlgrim. I also threw in the awesome comic Blacksad. I did pride month for the first time and not only came out publicly, but also did two whole arcs i’m proud of with The Saluna episodes of Loud house and the rednid episodes of OK KO, and generally just had myself a good old fashioned time as an out bi man reviewing childrens cartoons. 

I started Season 2 of amphibia with it’s lows of an endlesss road trip and highs of adding Marcy to the cast and giving us more of the silky voiced keith david. And finally Patreon wise Kev’s taken me on a hell o fa journey: In addition to the restrospectives i’ve covered some additional darkwing duck, and a simpsons homage to the duck comics... but also got a bit weird and obscure with detours like the lost animnaics sucessor Histeria, the apocalyptic comedy where Santa dosen’t know how doors work Whoops! and the adventures of Santa’s bratty teen daughter jingle belle. In short.. it’s been a long year but damn has it been fun and there’s more to come. I’d like to thank all of you for reading, thank my Patreons Kev and Emma for supporting me, and thank my family for doing the same.  So with that out of the way, I figured the best way to celebrate was to do something i’ve been wanting to do for a long time, something honoring the show that gave me this calling in the first place. And with Season 3 sadly being the last, and enough weeks having passed for me to digest it between the finale and today, I could think of nothing better than my top 12 episodes of Ducktales.

Ducktales is one of the best cartoons of the 2010′s. Brilliantly taking EVERYTHING that had come before, the comics, the original cartoon and every bit of duck media period to craft a masterful, unique and wonderful reboot. It was funny, it was insane, and it had damn good character arcs. By the end every member of the main cast along with major supporting cast members like Fenton, Drake and especially Lena, had changed and signifigantly at that. The show was everything I could’ve dreamed of and more and I miss it terribly, hoping DIsney will do a revivial movie at some point. For now though, Frank and Matt’s run on ducktales, as they called it and I do too since i’m a massive comic book nerd, it’s time to look back on my favorite tales of ducks. So grab your sharks, your number one dimes and your friendship cakes with clear gay undertones and join me under the cut as I celebrate one of my faviorite shows and my anniversary in the best way possible. 

12. House of the Lucky Gander! 

 So as i’ve gone on about before and no doubt will again, Donald kinda got the short end of the stick in season 1. While Frank and Matt had good story intentions, keeping Donald away from adventure since he had no interest in it, in practice it meant a beloved Disney Icon who they and disney HEAVILY promoted as part of the series and whose being here this go round was a big draw for fans of the comics.... was only in a quarter of the season and only got TWO plots centered around him in 23 episodes, with only one being the main plot of the episode. The PIlot and Finale both centered around the family more as a whole if your curious how I counted those so while he got plenty of focus in both, it’s still not a day in the limelight sort of thing. 

But unusually for Donald, he lucked out as his one big starring role for Season 1 was both one of my faviorites and one of Season 1′s most inventive outings.  A lot of the episodes enegy comes from a one two punch of a great guest star and one of the series best settings. The guest star is of course everyone’s faviorite overly lucky himbo Gladstone Gander. The show adapted the prick perfectly: The original Gladstone from the comics.. was the worst asshole imaginable, utterly insufferable. And for a villian, and Donald’s rival, that’s all well and good.. but his super luck meant he RARELY , if ever, suffered any consequences for being just...

The 87 series simply made him nicer, while Going Quackers simply removed his luck. No adaptation really got how to make this fucker work.. until this one. Here Frank split the diffrence: Gladstone is still smug.. but he’s no longer actively malicious. While he is an insensitive prick to Donald in this one, unlike the comics he’s not constantly bragging about his luck or how great he is or actively BAITING Donald to fight with him or trying to ruin his relationship or a million other reasons he sucks and I hate him.

This version by contrast... is generous. He’s not the most empathetic, because he doesn’t get how life works, but he does share the riches of the casnio with everyone and in a cameo appearance in “Treasure of the Found Lamp” gladly offers his nephews some diamonds. He’s got a nice surface level charm to him that makes you understand why people like him.. but it’s also clear ther’es nothing UNDER that of value, making you equally understand why Scrooge and Donald hate him. Gladstone in this reboot is a perfect example of why we need reboots or new adaptations in the first place: Because sometimes the original got something wrong or something can be done much better by the new writers. 

He’s perfectly paired with the setting: The House of Lucky Fortune, a mystical casino with an East Asian astatic based in the country of Macaw and provides two great plots. Donald’s really highlights his character: His understandable jealousy at gladstone earning the boys love through nothing while he struggles to make a living for them, and how he feels like a looser and like Gladstone is simply showing that off instead of just not knowing what empathy is. Having Louie be the one to bond with Gladstone was also just pitch pefefct, as is showing some depth for the boy by having himr ealize his hero is an asshole and be the one to help donald in the end. 

The other plot is just pure joy though and is where the setting REALLY shines: Scrooge and the rest of the kids try to leave.. but can’t find the exit. This is where the creative part comes in: The Casino simply morphs to keep people trapped, and caters to them, giving them whatever they want to keep them trapped. In the cases of the kids it’s all hilarious and adorably in character: Huey becomes entranced by a fancy water show, in one of his best bits of the season, Dewey gets a pet tiger who sadly did not come home with him and Webby gets to live the dream we’ve all had of stuffing her face directly in a choclate fountain. Scrooge’s escape is likewise clever: He simply prepares to get a room.. then books it as the check in desk is ALWAYS near the front. 

We then find out Gladston’es trapped get the whole mystical contest with absolutely gorgeous animation, i’ll talk about it in full some time but this episode is just a treat to watch, has a great arc for donald and had some memorable gags. I can’t help but smile when I watch it. 

11. The Dangerous Chemistry of Gandra Dee!  As I mentioned before i’m a superhero nerd so naturally Fenton was one of my faviorite parts of the show. Frank and Matt were just damn good at crafting superhero stories, and like gladstone improved fenton turning him from an awkward donald stand in to an awkward peter parker-esque science nerd who just wants to be a good person and the best hero he can be. He got into science not just because he thinks it’s neat, but because he honestly wants to help people and you can’t help but foot for him whenever he pops up. Lin Manuel Miranda is a large reason for that, bringing his incomparable a-game to the character. While we sadly didn’t get a ton of gizmoduck focused episodes, the fatct we got AS MANY as we did and that Lin didn’t drop out for a minute even with his busy schedule was a miracle and I’m acknowledging that. 

As for why this one, I feel it builds brilliantly on the previous Fentoncentric episode Who Is Gizmoduck?! which just BARELY didn’t make this list and uses the fact we haven’t seen fenton in a while as both a plot point and to move some things forward without having to spend screentime they clearly didn’t have. By having Fenton be just burnt out on superheroics it finds a way to both explain where he’s been, he’s been busy with his new job, and give us an interesting angle to the old “superhero is tired of the life” thing. He never once complains about saving people or stuff... it’s just like any job it gets tiring after a while. As someone who has his dream job but has struggled with it from time to time, I vastly relate. 

Though while I love my boy and Lin is game as always, the episodes real MVP is my other boy Huey. The episode has moved Huey up from being simply Fenton’s fanboy to being his best friend, and adorable as hell relationship. The two clearly respect and appricate each other and Huey is looking out for his buddy the whole episode. His love of love is also just really cute. Added in the mix is Webby, who in one of my faviorite gags of the series, finds out Fenton is  Gizmoduck because Huey is incredibly and insanely blatant with his unecessary coverup. But she of course is game to help while Fenton is trying to play it casual. We also just get a waterfall of great gags as everyone overdoes it wingmanning for fenton: Huey sets up an itallian bistro and tries to purposfully create a lady and the tramp situation, and sings opera (With Manny on acordian), the wonderfully 80′s suit from Fenton’s dad his mom gives him to wear, and Launchpad, who gives us a tremendous list of his exes, and plays my favorite song of the series: It’s a Date, a micheal mcdonnel riff. 

This episode also wisely ups Mark’s Beaks game as Fenton’s arch enemy, still keeping him hilaroius, with the guy acting like a bored teenager and guzzling so much nanite jucie he turns into a hulk, as well as said hulk mode leading to a ton of great gags from kidnapping the children (”I got your kids.. are they your kids? I don’t know how this family works), to “take that coach dad” to eating a pie with tins and all and wondering about said tins. But he’s an actual threat now, taking on fenton in one hell of a fight, and having an utterly transcendent scene where he hacks his way past gyro’s security while dancing.. and dabbing because of course he does. It’s a fun, well done character piece that’s mostly here for i’ts laugh but Fenton’s struggle with Gizmo overtaking his life, and finding out someone he truly hit it off iwth only wanted him for that.. it’s really good stuff and Lin’s delivery after Fenton finds out, the pure pain and betryal in his voice, is just excellent. Also that opera scene is poetry. 

10. Quack Pack!

One of the episodes that started my career naturally landed here. Not for that reason though: Quack Pack is a fun riff on sitcoms, specifically the tgif ones of the 90′s that Disney Afternoon Kids no doubt also watched, the kinds Disney Channel still makes today, and most importanly the kind the Disney Afternoon itself made like Goof Troop and well... Quack Pack. 

Riffs on sitcoms are nothing new and the last year has been FULL of them. 2020 gave us this episode, Beef House and the wonderful “The Perfect House” episode of Close Enough, and this year gave us WandaVision, my second favorite MCU project so far, right behind Black Panther, which used the sitcom deconstruction to create one hell of a character study. 

So you’d think with a year having passed and this concept happening as an entire mini series would dull this one.. but no. it’s still damn funny, having fun at the cliches while, again like WandaVision, having one of the main cast be responsible by accident but go along with it. The episode pivots from glorious affectionate parody of cheesy sitcoms, to that plus horrifying “Humans”, and a character piece for Donald. This brings Donald’s hatred and fed up ness with adventure to a head revealing his fondest wish is just to have a normal life and not loose anyone again. 

It takes one of his best friends to snap him out of it. Look Goofy is my second faviorite of the sensational seven, an episode with him was already an easy sell for me.. but the episode uses him really well. First for laughs as he’s gentically dispositioned to be a perfect sitcom neighbor.. but also for heart. With his family preoccupied and a bit hurt, i’ts Goofy who cuts to the heart of the issue, pointing out NO ONE is normal and even his normal domestic life raising Max, who we see go to prom with roxanne eeeeee, has all sorts of chaos. Normal is what you make of it and pining for some ideal that will never happen was just tearing donald apart piece by piece and by letting go of that.. he finally begins to grow as a person throughout the season. It’s also a great thematic tie in to the season’s overall plot with Bradford and what Makes donald, despite also disliking the chaos his family gets into, different. Donald accepted it and grew as a person.. Bradford clung to his hate and it ate him alive. Or turned him into a non-sapient kind of vulture. Before I close this part out Jaleel White is also excellent and I wish eh’d get back into voice acting. He’s so freaking good at it. Seriously man i’d love to see him and ben in a sonic property together as a mythology gag. Same with Jims cummings and carey. Just think about it whoever owns the sonic movies.. think about it. 

9. The Last Adventure!

Look I knew this was coming, you knew this was coming. But it had to be on here. The Last Adventure is not perfect: The lack of a build up episode like the previous two finales had really hurt this one: even at about 70 minutes, it still feels rushed in places and Huey, one of hte main characters of the season, dosen’t feel like he has a full payoff to his character like Dewey and Louie got. 

But despite those flaws.. this episode is just a damn good ending. Almost everyone gets a big moment paying off their character arc, everyone in the party that comes to rescue webby and huey, along with the two themselves, gets a moment to show off, and everything comes together to give us one last epic sendoff. There’s just moment stacked on moment stacked on moment from Launchpads heroic second wind and donning of the gizmoduck armor, to Webby’s tearful confrontation with Beakley, to Huey using the greatest adventure of all line to foil bradford in one of the most deligfhully nuts moments of the series, I could go on for days with just how triumphant this finale felt. While it left a lot of doors open.. that feels like part of the design. It’s the end of the fight with FOWL.. but our heroes will never stop adventuring, never stop going and never stop being in our hearts and the curtain call at the end is now my faviorite bit of end credits ever, perfectly giving the main cast and friends one last chance to take a bow in their own unique ways. I will always miss this show but I will never be disapointed by the note it went out on. 

8. The 87 Cent Solution!

Look some episodes are show stoppers, some are heartfelt tearjerkers, some are all this and more.. and some episodes are just clever and hilarious. The 87 Solution is the second funniest episode of Ducktales with me and my go to episode when watching the show. It’s just pure fun and with a clever premise: Scrooge notices 87 cents have gone missing, and already coming down with a cold, goes mad with paranoia as the kids slowly don face masks, something that has become even eeerier given everything, one by one realizing he needs to stop. 

While David Tennant is an EXCELLENT dramatic actor, his comedy timing is really something that shoudln’t be ignored and i’ts on full display here as his performance gets more and more deranged, to thep oint he thinks an 8th dimensional imp is repsonsible. He nicely balances the disturbing side of Scrooge’s paranoia, his distancing from his family, with plenty of great gags about it too, the standout being when he offers 2 million dollars to whoever took the money like he’s publicly appeasing kidnappers. It’s fucking brilliant. 

But while David is awesome as ever what really, truly makes the episode is my boy, one of my faviorite characters on the show if not my single faviriote FLINTHEART GLOMGOLD. Keith Ferguson is ALWAYS a dream as the character but this is his best performance by far. Part of this is the addition of Zan Owlson, Kev who I mentioned earlier’s faviorite Ducktales character. She’s not only throughly likeable in her own right, but provides the one thing Flinty was missing; a straight man.. or woman in this case. Scrooge wasn’t TERRIBLE in the roll, but can easily step away from his shit or foil it. Owlson has to put up with Glomgold’s nonsense while desperatly trying to stop him from undoing all her hard work with sheer force of jackass. The two jut play off each other brilliantly, Glomgold not getting sh’es not his employee but his equal and Owlson constnatly snarking at him. 

And of course both things hit their peak in the climax with the family staging a fake funeral (Though no one told donald it was fake), and we get the funniest scene in the entire fucking show as Glomgold burts in in a white suit, money shades and full dance number to “All I Do Is Win’, which when first watching this I was convinced the song was somehow accidnetly on in the background but nope. They got it after using it in the test phase and the scene is better for it. Glomgold twerking on Scrooge’s casket, trying to get on it to dance, and having to be placated like ac hild is the icing on this very rich cake

And the reveal scene is also gold as Glomgold gets into a YEARLONG staring contest with a baby, fails to steal more than the 87 cents and, in my faviorite touch, put on an imp costume just to make scrooge seem crazier... then keeps the damn thing on the rest of the time for no explicable reason. The episode is the show at it’s comedic peak while giving Glomgold a chance to be a genuine threat and that’s Glomgood. 

7. Let’s Get Dangerous!

Frank’s Rebooted Version of Darkwing Duck is probably his greatest achivment with the show. While this show is a team effort, something I slowly realized as I reviewed the show, it’s very clear from the way he talks, how well he knows the show and how much effort was put into porting Darkwing into the reboot that this was his baby. While redefining ducktales for the 2010′s was clearly a huge dream of his... doing the same for the master of suprise was an even bigger goal. And as a huge fan of superheroes i’ve seen my fair share of half assed takes on laired and complex characters. The XCU alone is one giant grab bag of missed opportunities for me. 

So i’ts no exageration when I tell you Frank.. nailed it. In one of the most brilliant moves i’ve seen for a superhero work Frank worked his love of the show into the reboot.. by having Darkwing have been a show, one Launchpad loved.. and so did Drake, who was inspried by the show to become an inspriation himself and while his attempt to do that through a zack snydery reboot failed, Launchpad encouraged him to do it for real. Drake was still himself, but the meta aspect and the toning down of some of darkwing’s more obnoxious traits that didn’t work in a universe that, while patently rediciulous still took it’s characters seriously, he made a BETTER version of the character.

This is where all that comes to it’s peak, and hoppefully convinced Disney to let Frank , and possibly matt, run the reboot. And no, even if Point Grey is producing that dosen’t stop that: Thanks to Invincible i’ve now realized that Seth and his friend Evan producing the show dosen’t mean it’ll be RAN by them, nor unrelated to this. It just means their helping make it and if anything given how lush and gorgeous invincible’s animation is, it’s a VERY good sign their helping out with it if it’s true. 

But wether this versoin continues or not, Frank gave it his best shot. Part of his diffrent angle is having Drake as a rookie here and as such here we see him truly struggle: he’s had his origin, he ahs the cape, he has the gadgets (in a brilliant turn thanks to fenton, who he actually likes... but is so far the ONLY person to not get he’s Gizmoduck), and the city.. but no crime to fight and no real idea how to go about his lifelong dream. The events of the episode slowly shape him: WHile he already had the spirit for darkwing, never giving up, looking good in a cape etc, this episode gives him the heart the same way it gave his original it: With Gosalyn. Dimantopolis and Beatriz just play off each other perfectly, as the two go from neimies to slowly bonding as Drake realizes this kid needs him and that he needs to fight for more than just filing the ohle inside, and goes to hell and back to help her get her grandpa back, with one of the best moments of the episode to me being when Launchpad helps her realize how hard he’s been working at it, an exausted drake refusing to acccept that he can’t get her grandpa back because he promised. He grows from simply trying to live the dream.. to surpassing the original. We also see more from Launchpad, who grows into his new family and helps push his boyfriend and newa dopted daughter in the right directions. The episode really evolves these characters from the simple disney afternoon versions, who while awesome were made into fully fleshed out characters. Gosalyn still has her edge but now has a hard lesson to learn about doing the right thing, forced to give up someone she loves for the greater good but finding a new family in the process. 

Part of what makes the episode work though as while it is funcitonally one big darkwing duck reboot pilot that’s awesome, heartrending and a joy to watch... it’s still a ducktales episode in parts without either part hurting each other. Huey plays a vital role, figuring the ramrod is too good to be true.. and discovering just how it is, then when captured, slowly unravling why Bradford’s there and being at least in part responsible for outing him as a FOWL agent. While this is largely Drakes story the rest of the cast is still vital to it: Scrooge trusting in huey, Louie serving as his logical counter and Dewey meanwhile bonding with team darkwing and helping Gosalyn, knowing exactly where she’s been and providing a nice foil. The episode is just one long and impressive love letter to the original show while creating it’s own thing and that’s really this reboot in a nutshell. It also has some of the best fights of the series, with the first fight between darkwing and bulba, where our hero, unlike his original counterpart, easily troucnes bulba using his speed and skill, is the standout. 

6. Woo-Ooo!

I covered this one recently so I won’t go on for too long.. but I will say I hold this one up as the gold standard for first episodes. In one hour, hell even in jus the first half we get a sense of the whole cast, the tone of the show, and the world we’ve been thrust into. It gets all the table setting out of the way by weaving it into a compelling story of Scrooge getting back in the game, finding a reason to get back to what he does best in those he loves most and setting up the season long arc effortlessly in the process. The worst I can say about the episode is it sets the bar a bit high for Season 1 and a lot of the first half really struggled to reach these heights. This episode is a masterwork and the perfect showcase for what the series would be at it’s height. 

5. Moonvasion!

Speaking of Golden Standards, Moonvasion is one of the best season finale’s i’ve seen. it’s not THE best.. but that’s a really high bar to clear and that spots currently taken in my heart by “The Crossroads of Destiny” from Avatar the Last Airbender. But while not the best of it’s kind, it’s sitll the best the series put out and is an utterly satisfying epic that ties up season 2. 

While I love the Last Adventure, it had a LOT to tie up and was really hampered by having to do all of that with no direct lead in. Moonvasion by contrast hits the ground running with the Moonlanders arriving on earth and all hell breaking loose, and the episode itself breaking into two stellar plots. Scrooge leading an army of every ally he has against the invaders, and Della seemingly going for reinforcements.. but really just trying to keep the kids safe from it, to their anger once they find out. 

Both sides end up going badly: Scrooge looses most of his army as Lunaris was one step ahead of him and is left iwth Beakly and Launchpad, while Della ends up marooned.. and finds Donald. The reunion between the two is the highlight of the special, as the two argue as you’d expect (And Dewey cutting in seemingly to stop it.. only to rant at Donald for costing him “ten years of turbo” is the best gag of the episode), before embracing. 

Our heroes naturally find ways to bounce back though. Louie, capping off his growth for the season, convinces his mom they can’t just hide.. and in the second best scene of the episode sings the lullabye she wrote.. one Donald sung them every night

And no sooner than Della gets her step back and realizes that dangerous or not she and her newly reunited family have to get back in there, do the cousins show up on Fethry’s giant shrimp/girlfriend Mitzi, and our heroes head back. 

Scrooge’s plot hits i’ts peak though as he’s forced to accept the help of an unlikely and unwelcome ally: Glomgold, who turns out to be exactly what they need: While his plan is as stupid, short sighted and insane as you’d expect, complete with forcing Scrooge to dress up as santa just to piss him off and dressing his sharks in parkas (”I call them sharkas”), the sheer lonacy throws Lunaris off as he dosen’t know how to deal with this and Glomgold not only gets the better of him but gets his company back as part of his scheme.  “You were prepared for our best but not our dumbest!” “And i’m the dumbest theirs ever been! Muahahahaha! Wait...”

And of course our other heroes arrive just in time to save things.. and the episode still manages to pull off what many works struggle to, something tha’ts very hard to: a SECOND climax. Lunaris decides to just say fuck it and blow up the earth and i’ts up to our core family to kick his ass in space. Epic space battles, Della’s girlfriend meeting the family and more insues and an emotoinal, action packed and fully satisfying finale is had by all... and it’s all topped with one of the best sequel hooks i’ve ever seen as FOWL makes themselves known to us.. and prepares to strike. 

4. How Santa Stole Christmas! This one will also be short as i’ve talked about this one.. a lottttt. The initial review, my best christmas specials list and my best of 2020 list. I stand by all of that: this is a unique and wonderful christmas special, i’ll be watching it every year, and i’ts full of charm, humor and gay subtext. In short it’s this series but on christmas footing. 

3. Last Crash of the Sunchaser! 

Another one I covered very recently, this episode is a master piece of suspense, slowly building tension as our heroes get closer and closer to the truth about Della.. and to death, the simple but deadly stakes making this an absolute nailbiter from start to finish. This is some of the series best pacing bar none... but what seals it is the ending: the masterful flashback finally explaning whatever happened to Della duck, our heroes lashing out at each other.. all cumilating in the best Scene of the show. I said it might be in the review but no I can confirm: Scrooge bitterly ruminating over things while we find out just how much he’s lost... ending with him tearfully and angrily sitting once again alone in one hell of a powerful shot echoing Scrooge’s first apperance. Damn fine stuff. 

2. Escape from The Impossbin Only one episode not only matches Last Crash in mounting tension and atmosphere but suprasses it. With FOWL and Bradford’s true nature now out in the wind, this episode uses that to create tension and rattles it’s two most unshakable characters: SCrooge’s normal boundless confidence is shot, not sure he can win this time against an opponent who knows him as well as he knows himself while Beakly slowly unravels, pitting Webby against the boys.. and pitting herself against Webby when Webby sees her terroizing them is only dividing them. Both plots start out funny enough but slowly escalate in tension and stakes until by the end your on the edge of your seat. The Beakly plot is the standout of the two, giving Bentina the starring role she badly needed, having gotten even better in light of the finale. Everyone is at the top of their game and everything builds up to one hell of a twist ending and one hell of a badass boast from our heroes: Their down.. but their far from out and this is far from over. 

1. Nightmare On Kimotor Hill!

I”ll be reviewing this episode in full later this week as part of my Lena retrospective, but I stand by putting it up top. This episode is ducktales in it’s purest form and focuses on it’s best original character as Lena grapples with her self hatred and her past. That core helps anchor an amazing concept: going into the Kid’s dreams and finding out their greatest desires. The results.. are all gloriously rediclous and are easily the best gags of hte series as a whole: Dewey’s high school musical santa claus is going ot high school nonsense from getting a’s in Dewology to running away from the abstract concept of a love intrest, to not getting the sybolism of himself crying a moon made of his own tears. Louie quite literally becoming garfield, and my faviorite scene of the show: Huey, wanting to be the tall older brother..g iving himself horrifcly long leg. While everyone else is just understandably baffled, what makes the scene is the banter between Dewey and Huey, with Schwartz and Pudi at their best as Dewey first freaks out and then asks what the hell man, while Huey defends his weird decision (”I”m not good at imagination stuff okay!”), and then tries to get a jar of pickles. Each dream is just so oddly and wonderfully specific to each kid and each one of the triplests dreams, as well as violets being color coded down tot he backgrounds is a very nice touch. The visuals here are just peak ducktales, using the setting for all it’s worth and the climax is utterly emotoinal and heartbreaking... and Lena’s break from her abuser, finally realizing she has the power now is not only a wonderful metaphor... but also just so damn cathartic. And that’s why this one’s the best to me personally: it just packs so much into 20 minutes: some of the series best and most creative jokes, a gripping emtoinal arc, and so much more. It’s just that damn good and tha’ts why it’s the best... that and starting Huelet for me. Seriously that LIbrary scene is so fucking cute. 

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Hey, babe! I also wanted to send you some love and appreciation omg you don’t know how much your words over the years have been inspiring and insightful to me. You are a glowing lovely creature 💜 we all need to go out of our way and love more cause times have been hard but love is all we’re gonna have in the end! I dream of a day where we all can separate ourselves from the toxicity of modern society and heal the aching loneliness in each other’s hearts and really be there for each other and see one another. And you’ve always given me hope in that 💫

Absolute angel :’) and you don’t know how much you and your kindness and love in this message mean to me! It makes me smile and makes my heart warm to know that my writings and my presence on here is helping somebody. That’s all I want 😭😭 I’m so glad. Thank you sweet heart for taking the time and energy to send this. You’re right baby love is all we got. Love is everything. Love is the fucking point of it all. ❤️ I dream of the same thing. I dream we all find our way back to the beautiful deep universal connection within all of us instead of continuing to be divided by things that don’t matter, things that are temporary and trivial and things that were created to cause hate and conflict and separation from each other. We aren’t meant to hate so much. We aren’t meant to hurt each other and try to ruin each other’s lives. It hurts my heart so much witnessing and constantly hearing about the endlesss hate and evil and malice in this world. (not the world but the people in it) sometimes it feels like that’s all there is. But it’s not. There is love and there is goodness and there are good loving souls. You guys have showed me that. Keep dreaming my love ❤️ maybe one day. All we can do for now is create love and goodness in our own lives and for those around us. We can’t control others or take the hate out of anyone’s heart, there’s no use stressing and worrying about things that we cannot change. But we can change and control ourselves, we can always choose to show and give love and hope that as others receive our love they decide to pass it on to the next person- that’s the dream. a cycle of love and goodness and care and kindness instead of a cycle of abuse and hate and toxicity. I’m so glad that I can give you that hope. You deserve to hope. You deserve love. You deserve having inspiration and insight. Thank you for being you, we need more humans who think this way and genuinely want to and are willing to work for a more loving world❤️

I don’t know if you consider it as weird, but I am the type of person who loves receiving letters so much and also the type who loves writing letters so much. Because for me, there is always life within those letters (that’s why jenuineposts.com is Life and Letters) that even after times pass, feelings fade, and memories blur, there’s so much to look forward to and be genuinely thankful for. Sometimes I write to a friend, to a loved one, to God, to myself (kinda crazy), to a fictional “you”, to a future “dear” or to a past “dearest” and this is one of my favorite things on earth!

Side story:

Recently, I received letters from people who became part of my every day life for the past two years and just like all the other letters I have received in my 22 years of existence, I kept them in an old box just in case I wanted to go down the memory lane and see how people felt about me. On the first 1AM of 2019, I sent a letter to an idol. I promised to myself that I am going to write him a poetry but failed to do so (where is my discipline?).

End of side story.

So my New Year’s ritual usually involves writing goals in my planner (Belle de Jour’s Everything is Possible Planner- my favorite!!! Last year, I had the Navi), revisiting the previous year’s bucket list and telling stories about the past year and hoping for a better year. By the time I am writing this, my heart still aches because it is really hard to say goodbye to one of the best years in my life. You know, not the type of “my achiever self was satisfied, I became this, I accomplished that” but something like “my heart is extremely happy and Lord, I am grateful for the 365 opportunities and I am ready to start anew”.

Thank you and I love you, 2018

Hello and please love me, 2019

Here’s a welcome poetry for you:

“DAY 8”

Once upon a time, I was held prisoner in a dungeon so scary. All I could imagine were dark thoughts and black magic was all I could see. Dreams were nothing but messy sketches of wishes blackened by anxiety. Times were turbulent, friendships were non-existent and truths were bent. In the midst of this hopelessnes and helplessness, I found the way to fight back with strength. My heart had renewed valor and positivities. Maybe because maturity came along and guided me towards all possibilities. Or a sparkling inspiration influenced me to see the good in polarities, and maybe some guidance from astrology. Long time ago, years away from today, I felt so low, I couldn’t lift a feet to take a step forward or utter a word to speak what’s on my mind. Luckily, mighty fate lifted me up and guided me so I could see the starlights in glow. There, I spot a new light to follow.

Once upon a time, I found myself extremely lost in the wilderness. It was excitement at first but turned into an endlesss search for peace and nothing but heightening emptiness. Reality is far from my reach and everything is just not making any sense. Heart is longing, chances are missing and regrets are growing. But just when I started questioning my choices, a voice came trembling telling me what truth I should hold. I started to see the wonderful view behind all the fogs, beyond all the cracks. Every shore, every mountaintop became my habitat. I found a sanctuary where I could lift my hopes up, fall then fly again. Being myself is feeling at home and choosing my happiness is where I belong. This is where I am heading, this is what I live for. Life always offers so much more– in my case, a new trail to explore.

Once upon a time, I encountered a lot of restrictions and misdirections so I decided to pause… then play again and play to win.

Here’s to a new day, cheers to a new beginning!

- j.m.v.

PS: Day 8 means (biblically) a new beginning. I was with Day 8 in my first job. So, I think I was trying to tell you about both ending and beginning. 8 is a lucky number. So wish me luck this year!!!

I’m still learning what works for posting stories on tumblr and I guess tag lists are a thing. Does anyone want to be tagged when I post the next Fragments story? Or all my stories?

what are your thoughts about the dream?  the fact that you are still with him does give me pause into wondering “when” this encounter took place.  because it could happen today, tomorrow, or 30 years later.  but no matter, you know it will always bother me that you are with him...i’m sorry.  from the stand point that you are with him and not with me, that i always wonder/worry about you and how you are doing, i wonder if you still cry and why, i wonder if you are happy/happier there than with me, the fact that i don’t have the connection i had with you when we were “together”.  even though i do believe that our love and our life, when we are together, is already better than most movies people can write, it’s tough that i sometimes feel like the odds feel so stacked against me.  i’m not so sure how you feel.  maybe because i only have this on my mind so it consumes me.  where as you, you have get to have yourself spread thin so you have the “luxury” of not thinking about one thing when you think about another.

I’m wondering/thinking that what you were feeling in your dream, the hesitance yet excited state you were in, is something that you will always have with me, you think? It seemed like you had that feeling ever since our first meeting at a random party. You looking forward to every other party you attended hoping I would be there. Maybe when we first saw each other in the office. When you started to feel a certain way towards me when we first started working together. Maybe what you felt when you sat in your car in my driveway. Maybe what you felt when you couldn’t wait to get to work, even getting to work earlier and staying later. How you felt when we went on our first trip together. Honestly...I think we never did lose the sense of excitement and wonder together. Even after all this time, I always felt there was a wild child-like enthusiasm yet adult-like passion and yearning for what could possibly happen when we are together. Maybe that’s what makes what we have so special. Even though time has evolved our feelings towards each other and our relationship has grown, there’s still that giddiness and excitement of the endlesss possibilities when we are together. Again, I say all this because it could be a reflection of me. I had a sense of giddiness when I saw you at taco y taco. The limited times I interacted with you, I kinda wish I had more time to get to know you. I told you that the chance to even see you was one of the pros in accepting that position at the jail. You were always the highlight of my day.

i think it’s honest and fair to say that if you and i are ever together alone, our hearts would be racing and if either one of us even initiates anything, the other wouldn’t be able to deny ourselves of what the other may ask/offer.  like if we played that game where who could get closest to the other person and loser is who backs away or something.  i think if either of us was to lean into the other person, we’d back away initially and slowly at first, but i think once either of us felt the other’s breath on their lips or even just the slightest hint of lip-to-lip contact...we’d get lost in each other and what we instinctively and naturally feel will take over.  so i get why you would be excited in your dream but i think we both would have to be honest with each other in saying that we both know what would happen after.  if not after, most likely during.  the bond and attraction that we have is different.  it’s just the truth...

alternate reality shit

i really enjoy the fact that every alternate universe we could ever imagine is technically real alternate timelines, that is. you ever think about being a weird lizard person? us humans couldve evolved from lizard instead of mammals. totally possible. alternate universe where we’re all aliens? hell yeah, another planet aside from earth could have sustained life in a different way, making us aliens creatures. gender-swap? theres a universe for that. altered reality where youre the exact opposite of how you are in this one? fuck yeah. and u wanna know why all this is possible?

its possible because we can imagine whole new worlds and logics, and in alternate realities those logics are full on facts. i like to think that every time you think of an alternate scenario you create a new reality. there are endlesss realities, there’s one where you got that dream job and there’s one where you weren’t allergic to dogs, there’s one where cancer didnt exist, where you were never born, even. there’s a reality where i never even thought of this shit. but in this reality, i did.

its fuckin wild. it all exists. it all does. fucc it, u have an imaginary fairy land where unicorns n shit exist? there one of those. u got a character u wish was real? ur in luck kiddo, in some reality they do.

fuccin hell. i love contemplating shit like this.

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Right Stuf/Nozomi Anime Expo Announcements

Right Stuf & Nozomi have revealed upcoming titles at Anime Expo 2017:

GRIMES, IA, July 1, 2017 — New anime licenses were announced by Shawne Kleckner, President and CEO of anime distributor Right Stuf, Inc. and anime producer Nozomi Entertainment, during his panel at Anime Expo 2017 in Los Angeles, California. Details were provided for the Sunrise/Right Stufrelease of the MOBILE SUIT GUNDAM WING.   Nozomi Entertainment also revealed thatJUNJO ROMANTICA 3 is coming in 2018, and also shared plans for upcoming Blu-ray releases ofREVOLUTIONARY GIRL UTENA and THE IRRESPONSIBLE CAPTAIN TYLOR.

RIGHT STUF BLU-RAY RELEASES 

Right Stuf, Inc. and Sunrise Inc. are excited to announce that the Mobile Suit Gundam sequel series Mobile Suit Gundam Wing will be released along with both the movie and OVA versions ofMobile Suit Gundam Wing: Endlesss Waltz on three sets this holiday season. Also, a Mobile Suit Gundam Wing Ultimate Collector’s Edition will also be available holiday 2017 with more details to be revealed soon.

About Mobile Suit Gundam Wing Mankind has moved into space. Thousands of people live on giant orbiting space colonies called “Sides.” However, the Earth Government, which rules the colonies, is unjust and cruel. A group of revolutionaries build five robotic weapons called Gundams and plan to send them to Earth to begin their fight for independence. Piloted by five young men, these Gundams carry the colonists’ hopes and dreams of freedom with them as they descend to Earth to begin Operation Meteor!

Mobile Suit Gundam Wing will be released on Blu-ray and DVD in the coming months featuring English and Japanese audio with English subtitles.

NOZOMI ENTERTAINMENT NEW ACQUISITIONS

JUNJO ROMANTICA 3 Nozomi Entertainment announced its license for Junjo Romantica 3, the third season of this drama romance anime based on Shungiku Nakamura’s best selling yaoi manga. Directed by Chiaki Kon(Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi – The World’s Greatest First Love, When They Cry – Higurashi, Golden Time) and featuring animation by Studio DEEN (Umineko – When They Cry, Irresponsible Captain Tylor, Fruits Basket), Junjo Romantica 3 consists of 12 episodes and will be available on Blu-ray in North America for the first time ever.

About Junjo Romantica 3 Junjo Romantica 3 continues the ongoing story of three couples: The Romantica couple – college student Misaki Takahashi and his tutor, Akihiko Usami, the stormy Egoist couple—Professor Hiroki Kamijou, a tsundere, doted on by Nowaki Kusama, and The dramatic Terrorist couple—divorced literature professor Yo Miyagi, and his younger lover, Shinobu Tatasuki. It’s complicated. But so worth it.

Junjo Romantica 3 will be released in 2018 on Blu-ray in North America for the first time ever and will feature Japanese audio with English subtitles.  The series is currently available online on the Crunchyroll and Funimation streaming services.

NOZOMI ENTERTAINMENT BLU-RAY RELEASES

REVOLUTIONARY GIRL UTENA Nozomi Entertainment is pleased to announce the upcoming Blu-ray release of the legendary anime series Revolutionary Girl Utena. Directed by Kunihiko Ikuhara (Sailor Moon, Penguindrum) and featuring animation from J.C. Staff (Honey and Clover, Slayers, Toradora!), Revolutionary Girl Utenawill be released in three collections and will be available on Blu-ray in North America for the first time ever. Also, a Revolutionary Girl Utena Ultra Edition 20th Anniversary Blu-ray Collectionwill be available holiday 2017 and will include all 39 episodes plus the movie along with other limited edition items to be announced.

About Revolutionary Girl Utena “Never lose that strength or nobility, even when you grow up.” When Utena was just a child and in the depths of sorrow, she found salvation in those words. They were the words of a prince, who wrapped her in his rose-scented embrace and bestowed upon her both a ring and the promise that it would lead her to him again. She never forgot the encounter. In fact, she was so impressed that she aspired to be like the prince and also help those in need. Now a spirited teenager, Utena attends the prestigious Ohtori Academy. However, her strong sense of chivalry soon places her at odds with the school’s student council and thrusts her into a series of mysterious and dangerous duels against its members.

Revolutionary Girl Utena will be released on Blu-ray in North America for the first time ever starting in October 2017 and will feature English and Japanese audio with English subtitles.

THE IRRESPONSIBLE CAPTAIN TYLOR  Nozomi Entertainment is also excited to announce the upcoming Blu-ray release of The Irresponsible Captain Tylor. The Irresponsible Captian Tylor is a science fiction comedy based on a series of novels by Hitoshi Yoshioka and features direction by Koichi Mashimo (Tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE, Noir, Sorcerer Hunters) with production by Big West (Macross, Macross Frontier), d-rights (El Cazador de la Bruja, Gun X Sword) and Tatsunoko Production (Gatchaman, Casshern Sins). The Irresponsible Captain Tylor consists of 26 episodes plus the 10 part OVA series and will be released in 2 sets on Blu-ray in North America for the first time.

About The Irresponsible Captain Tylor Justy Ueki Tylor had his life all planned out: join the military, get a cushy desk job, and then retire with a big fat pension check. The perfect plan…until he wandered into a hostage situation and somehow managed to save an Admiral! Now Tylor, a man who wouldn’t know what discipline was if it bit him in the backside, has been made Captain of the space cruiser Soyokaze! The crew of this run-down ship is the craziest rag-tag team of misfits you’re ever likely to see, and they’re not too fond of their complacent new leader. But they had better learn to work together, because they’re about to go head to head with the mighty Raalgon Empire! For better or for worse, the Earth’s fate has been placed in the hands of a man who’s either a total idiot, or an absolute genius…

About Right Stuf, Inc. Founded in 1987, Right Stuf, Inc. is among North America’s largest distributors and retailers in the anime and manga marketplace. One of the industry’s original pioneers, Right Stuf operates one of the trade’s most recognized Internet storefronts, rightstufanime.com. Right Stuf also works in a variety of media vehicles including video streaming, podcasts and special publications. Also under the Right Stuf corporate umbrella is print publisher Right Stuf On-Demand, and video production labels Nozomi Entertainment, Lucky Penny Entertainment, and 5 Points Pictures.

Visit www.rightstufanime.com for additional information.

About Nozomi Entertainment One of North America’s oldest anime publishers, Nozomi Entertainment is dedicated to releasing anime classics and modern favorites. Initially founded in 1987, the studio focused on classic acquisitions such asAstro Boy, Kimba the White Lion, and other early anime. Today, Nozomi Entertainment is known for its quality releases of treasured titles like The Rose of Versailles, Revolutionary Girl Utena, Space Adventure Cobra, Cat’s Eye, ARIA, and much more. Nozomi Entertainment’s corporate headquarters are located in Grimes, Iowa. Their licensed products are carried by online and physical retailers throughout North America.

Visit www.nozomient.com for additional information.

About Sunrise Inc. Sunrise Inc., a Namco Bandai Group Company, is an animation production studio which produces smash hit anime series like the original Mobile Suit Gundam, and all of the subsequent series in the Gundamfranchise, as well as Cowboy Bebop, Escaflowne, Code Geass, TIGER & BUNNY, and many more. The company is located in Suginami, Tokyo, Japan and was established in 1972. The President and CEO is Mr. Yasuo Miyakawa.

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Alright, wanna practice doing a few short fics in 2nd POV rather than 1st like I usually do so if you have any Dream x Reader fic requests send them my way and I’ll get to them