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had a crash bandicoot dream this morning where there was a sort of social media for villains that cortex was trying to take over in a scheme but some of his activity was still connected to his account so to throw suspicion off of himself he tried to make it seem like he wasn't actually the owner of the account and edited his icon which was a picture of himself to say 'NOT ME' in big red letters
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Wanted to share my Crumble Stats!!
I've been a Coco main since launch, but if I had to play Blocker I'd play Brio.
In S2 I've realised I'm a flex player but I'm still strongest as a Booster- even if I play the other classes I always find myself drifting into gem spats.
So my mains right now:
Scorer: CatBat
Booster: Coco
Blocker: Brio
Party: Cortex
I was so happy to find Cortex was viable in Party Mode because it means I finally have an excuse to play as my beloved boiii- He's the best his dash is so useful 💜
Also I absolutely adore party mode but I think the boss levels are way too hard with strangers, they're probably way too hard in general tbh 😭 my favourite game mode is Speed Run because I like how you have to work together but not in an invasive way. I wish there were more maps per game mode tho and more game modes, but I'm sure that'll come with time.
I'm really happy with S2 and can't wait for S3- what I will say is that the addition of microtransactions for the battle pass rubs me the wrong way absolutely, after they said the battle pass would be free and worth grinding for I've already seen people using tier skips in game. I'm fortunate that I bought the deluxe edition so I get the premium battle pass free this season as well but I still don't know if I'll think S3s is worth paying for as the one this season still isn't great. There's a couple cool things on it: That one N Tropy Emote is so sick, Brio's potions becoming mini guitars, Cortex gets a pretty cool emote, and Tawna gets a nice skin-but most of the battle pass is still pretty trash. I really hope they step up their game in this department cause I wanna use cosmetics and dress up my characters! Believe me, I do! I just can't use them because all of them are hot garbage.
But besides all of that rubbish dragging the game down, I'm incredibly happy with the balance changes for this season! Brio is finally a viable choice for Blocker again, but he's still not overpowered! Like they've pretty much got him in a perfect state at this point in the game, and I'm satisfied. I think they nerfed his brute form a little bit which is valid, being able to spam an unkillable hulk over and over would suck. They let you get away with taking more damage before being knocked out of the potion drinking animation too, which has been a godsend! Very pleased he's back in the game!
Coco's wall has seen a nerf in taking slightly longer to recharge (I can't say for certain but that's how it feels) but I don't think that's a bad thing. Forces you to think a little more instead of mindlessly spamming it, which I am prone to do in combat at times.
The one thing I'm not happy with is how much they buffed the Flytrap Spitter. Don't get me wrong, it needed a buff, but now it's go to first choice for everyone! It has insane reach (like halfway across a map reach) can stun CatBat out of their flight completely, stuns you for agesss and by the time you reach it to kill it, it's drained half your health. I have it out for these stupid things now and I'm so glad they become a fossil to dig up in party mode, it's what they deserve. I hated them in Crash 4 anyways, and I hate them even more now.
Anyways I've rambled for an insanely long time about Crumble now and all I was tryna do was show off- whoops RIP anyways Crumble good add me on PSN
#crash team rumble#crash team ramble#sorry for talking so long i needed to say this#i need a talking tag like everyone else in this fandom#me after reading through the whole of “evil science has entered the chat”
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Yes tell me about "rick's crybaby backstory"! I didn't think this was a backstory type of show, that's exactly what I'm curious about! And what do you mean evil morty?? Tiny rick? Beth clone? Toilet episode? Pissmaster????? What is going on lol
YAYYYYY THANK YOU BUCKLE UP SORRY FOR TAKING A DAY XX HEHE
rick's crybaby backstory. that's what he calls it. he had wife (diane) and kid (beth) for whom he was going to give up science entirely (big deal for a rick, apparently he's the only one who was willing to do that !) enter Rick Prime. remember how the multiple realities and multiple versions of characters is a big plotpoint. yea. this Other Rick shows up and tries to get our rick hooked on interdimensional traveling but he refuses! bc he says it sounds lonely! ARGH so prima kills his wife and kid. oh well. we Later find out he's been killing everyone's diane and in fact invented a device that allows you to kill evert version of someone throughout every dimension. so rip diane forever and ever
so our rick goes on a revenge spree. he invents his own portal gun - apparently every other rick borrows their portal gun from prime who's the only one who built it himself. besides Our rick. and starts tracking prime down killing a bunch of other ricks in the process. so many in fact that those remaining build. the citadel of ricks. stay with me. it's like. idk a space station something where a bunch of ricks and their morties live and or stop by to mind their business. whatever. so this haunt for rick prime and killing himself over and over is what eventually gets our rick, who was gonna choose his family and human connections over science and adventure, to be as jaded and nihilistic and Alcoholic as every other rick before and after him. f in the chats for my man
so when the premise of the show is "rick had abandoned beth as a child and randomly crashed into her garage and settled down w her a couple of decades later" we know that's Wrong and that he's been on a quest to avenge her and her mom for all those years. aight. now it also ties into the overarching Plot of rick and morty bc during his quest to kill rick prime our rick also got in general trouble w the Galactic Federation who's like. big ass space government. and made friends w people who want to overthrow it. so he helps fight it yippie. this is how he meets my BELOVED birdperson and squanchy The Boys™ gang gang. we don't have time to discuss that rick's in love w birdperson maybe next time. the federation seems to be permanently dead rn if you care
by evil morty i mean THEE mvp i think some of the most iconic episodes revolve around him he got fed up w his rick and almost killed him put like some computer shit inside of him to control him like a little mechanical puppet. slay. then he went on to. become president of the citadel. slay. and revealed his Final Plan of killing a bunch of ricks and morties to create a portal that would get him out of the. my god. central finite curve. which we find out it's basically. every universe in which rick exists as the smartest being. evil morty's Evil Plan is simply to get out from under ricks' collective thumb and live by himself for himself. there's like a whole morty black market around the universe bc ricks use morties GOD I DON'T WANNA GET INTO IT IT'S SUCH BULLSHIT ACTUALLY but evil morty is my sweetheart he was right he did nothing wrong. he had a convo w our morty that knocks your tits clean off that goes like "if you've ever been sick of him you've been evil too" or "he's attached to us infinitely through his weakness and our forgiveness" like it slaps. it slaps i'm sorry what can i say
i feel like i end up talking too much abt rick when i love morty so much more but ofc the old man who goes on space adventures has more to be said abt him than the 14yo boy. but i do love him to death he's had such good if slow growth he's such a. victim to rick lmao even tho we find out very early on that ricks are usually SO much worse to their morties but he's been growing balls! he tells rick off now and finds him annoying and gets mad at him and all that! i love to see it. in fact rick is just as attached to morty at this point. it's so cute to see. grandpa's little buddy FUCK yeah and the other ricks make fun of him for that HA
tiny rick is. one time he turned himself into a teen and went to school w morty and summer. i like that bc he became pathetic and kept admitting he's Sad. beth clone is umm whenever we find out beth is in fact her father's daughter and is probably just as clever and violent as he is he proposes to make her a clone that will watch after jerry & the kids while she gets to go on space adventures like he did. and she doesn't decide she lets Him decide but instead of deciding her fucking. randomizes it so now there's a SUPER FUCKING COOL SPACE BETH RUNNING AROUND BEING BADASS and her own dad doesn't know which one is the original. top 10 most pathetic rick moments. the toilet episode good lord rick has a special planet where he shits and some alien guy finds his special shitter and rick gets really mad at him. the guy tries to make friends but rick refuses until guy Dies and then it's sad. it's sad. pissmaster episode? EVEN FUCKING SADDER it's like rick has a bunch of random enemies that bother him pissmaster being one of them jerry fuckin Destroys him and it's so humiliating that pissmaster. kills himself and his daughter's looking for him and it pulls at rick's weak spot so he. dresses up. as pissmaster. and sets up this fucking. suicide mission where he saves people from a bomb but dies in the process to kinda. give pissmaster a. proper sendoff. give his daughter closure. you know. it was SAD OK!!!! IT WAS REALLY GOOOOD
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Timestamp #300: The Haunting of Villa Diodati
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Timestamp #300: The Haunting of Villa Diodati
Doctor Who: The Haunting of Villa Diodati
(1 episode, s12e08, 2020)
Enter Frankenstein’s monster.
The place and time are Lake Geneva, June 1816. As a thunderstorm crashes down upon the Swiss countryside, Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin (the future Mary Shelley, the mother of science fiction), Lord George Gordon Byron, Doctor John Polidori, and Claire Clairmont bemoan the abnormal summer weather and enjoy a horror story. As Lord Byron reaches the climax of his tale, the crowd jumps at a knocking on the door.
When the tense crowd opens the door, they find the Doctor, Graham, Yaz, and Ryan. Everyone screams!
The Doctor flounders with the soaked psychic paper and Graham stumbles with modern vernacular, so Ryan simply asks to come in. They are excited to see the creative minds at work, but instead, dance with them and are treated to gossip about Mary not being married despite taking the Shelley surname and Byron separating from his wife to elope with Mary’s stepsister Claire.
Graham ventures off to find a bathroom, the Doctor tries to convince Mary to write a horror story, and the maid Elise is haunted by flying vases and disembodied hands. Graham ends up walking in circles through the house as mysterious figures appear and disappear around him.
Yaz finds Claire trying to break into Byron’s room to find letters about his feelings for her. Yaz consoles her before spotting one of the mysterious figures. Meanwhile, Byron chats up “Mrs. Doctor” while deflecting questions about Shelley. They also talk about Byron’s daughter Ada and the “unrelentingly evil” vibe surrounding the house. While chatting with Ryan, Mary laments her poor writing talent.
Graham returns to the drawing room as Polidori challenges Ryan to a duel for a perceived offense. The conflict is interrupted by the disembodied hand. It chokes Ryan and is shot into dust by the butler Fletcher. The Doctor tastes the dust and places it around the fifteenth century. Byron shows the collected party his odd collection, including the remains of a fifteenth-century soldier.
The soldier is missing two hands.
Mary explains that when the weather got worse, Shelley started having visions of a figure floating over a lake. Yaz plans to visit Shelley in his chalet while Graham sees the mysterious woman and girl but dismisses them as Polidori snoozes.
Everyone finds themselves circling throughout the house. Mary attempts to find her son, but the house won’t let her. Elise finds baby William and spots lightning on the lake. Meanwhile, Polidori awakens and sleepwalks through a wall. The Doctor discounts a haunting because ghosts don’t exist, and she eventually deduces that a perception filter is at work. As everyone in the house slowly gathers together again, Mary finds a skull and a skeletal hand in William’s cot.
The group traps the animated skull and hand and then shares their findings. The Doctor finally realizes that 1816 was “the year without a summer” due to volcanic activity. She spots the glowing figure on the lake and determines it is a time traveler. The figure materializes in the hallway, and the Doctor immediately recognizes it as a lone cyberman. The Doctor warns everyone to stay put lest they be assimilated as Cybermen, then goes alone to confront it. She doesn’t want to lose anyone else to the mechanical menace.
The Cyberman kills Fletcher and tracks Elise due to William’s cries. The Cyberman seeks a “Guardian” and does not kill the baby. The Doctor finds it and questions the incomplete form, but the Cyberman cannot attack her due to depleted power cells. The Cyberman allows itself to be struck by lightning to recharge. It speaks of a Cyberium that has selected another host.
The rest of the group finds a supposedly vacant room, but it is covered in Shelley’s writing. In the cellar, Claire finds a man who mutters about keeping a Cyberman out. This man, Percy Bysshe Shelley, is the Guardian. The Doctor meets up with this group, finds baby William, and visits with Shelley. The Cyberman teleports to Shelly in search of the Cyberium, but Shelley somehow sends it away.
Through a psychic connection, the Doctor realizes that Shelley found a shimmering silver by the lake. It hid inside his body, cloaking his movements and altering everyone else’s perceptions. His mind is full of images, symbols, and numbers, and no amount of writing will remove them. The Doctor realizes that the Cyberium contains all future knowledge of the Cybermen and was sent back in time to change the future. It will burn Shelley’s mind if he keeps it.
Despite Jack’s warning, the Doctor convinces Shelley to stop fighting the Cyberman’s influence. Unfortunately, if she saves Shelley, the Cyberman will be able to raise an unstoppable army and kill billions. There is no right answer, and the Doctor is furious with the choice forced upon her.
The Cyberman arrives and demands that the Cyberium release Shelley. Mary confronts it and learns that it was a father once, a man named Ashad who was transformed in death (and killed his own children for joining the resistance against him). Using that story as inspiration, the Doctor shows Shelly a vision of his own death and forces the Cyberium from him.
Everyone is teleported back to the drawing room as the Cyberium chooses the Doctor. Ashad calls upon his ship and threatens to destroy the world, so the Doctor releases the Cyberium to Ashad’s control. The lone Cyberman vanishes and the thunderstorm disappears. The Doctor decides to travel into the future with Shelley’s scribblings to fight Ashad before he can destroy everything.
The next day, Claire berates Byron over his poor treatment of her and breaks up with him. Team TARDIS convinces Mary to keep writing and apologizes for giving Shelley a sneak peek of his death. Graham is confused by the ghosts (who weren’t ghosts) and the Doctor offers to send her companions home as she faces the Cybermen.
The companions refuse, and over a reading of Byron’s Darkness, the team sets course for destiny.
In a good suspense story featuring a possible inspiration for Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus, we get a prelude for the most divisive story in modern Doctor Who history. The premise was sound with our traveling heroes on a quest to see the origins of Mary Shelley’s masterpiece, and it evolved into a fantastic mystery thriller that brought us back to basics with historical and problem-solving elements.
The centerpiece – the lone Cyberman from Jack’s warning – is itself an amalgam of modern Doctor Who history. The body is mostly from Nightmare in Silver with lower legs from Rise of the Cybermen and arms from World Enough and Time. The helmet is a new arrangement but is inspired by a design by assistant Matthew Savage. (A 2016 three-dimensional update was showcased on his Instagram profile last year.)
The drama of this episode, with a chance to permanently defeat a menacing enemy at the cost of the greater good, was tense. This is when Doctor Who‘s social messaging is on target, with subtle pokes that make the audience feel the choice rather than experiencing a bludgeon to the head.
And, as mentioned before, this is the last prologue before the Doctor Who universe changes once again. To call what’s coming divisive is an understatement.
Rating: 4/5 – “Would you care for a jelly baby?”
UP NEXT – Doctor Who: Ascension of the Cybermen and Doctor Who: The Timeless Children
The Timestamps Project is an adventure through the televised universe of Doctor Who, story by story, from the beginning of the franchise. For more reviews like this one, please visit the project’s page at Creative Criticality.
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Dark Cybertron Chapter 12: That’s the Power of Love, Babeyyyyy
Thank fucking god, it’s almost over.
Our issue opens up with Ironhide deadnaming Slug, like the out-of-touch grandpa that he is. Everything is going to shit, the whole city’s covered in lasers like the world’s worst rave, and someone thought it was a good idea to let Swerve have a gun.
As the Ammonites try to murder everyone in sight, Whirl and Arcee have a little chat about how Whirl’s seemingly caused every problem ever in the last four million years.
…Whirl, you have been keeping up with your appointments with Rung, right? Like, I know he’s not the best therapist around by any stretch of the imagination, but surely something would be better than nothing in this case.
On the Lost Light, Hound, Perceptor, and Mainframe are keeping track of how many Ammonites have been killed. Everyone is extra British in this bit. Perceptor basically calls Hound a fucking idiot, because even with all the guys who’ve been taken out, there are still literally BILLIONS of these suckers running around.
Which seems a little overkill to me, but what do I know? Warcrimes aren’t my specialty.
Meanwhile, in the Mystical City of Making Science Cry, Starscream apparently knows what cosplay is, and takes a potshot at Jhiaxus for stealing his look. Metalhawk explains how the Ammonites got here in the first place, which, y’know, is cool. Love me some technobabble exposition.
I don’t actually love it.
I’m sorry for lying.
I WOULD ALSO LIKE FOR METALHAWK TO PUT A STOP TO THIS
BUT WE’VE GOT ANOTHER 19 PAGES TO GO
SO I GUESS LIFE JUST ISN’T FUCKING FAIR RATTRAP
While Metalhawk contemplates ending the comic event early, Starscream is getting his ass kicked by an old man who spent the war sitting on his butt in the Dead Universe.
Over with Team -Imus, Brainstorm’s taking a breather after getting Robertsed at the end of last issue. Ultra Magnus makes a pun, I guess to cope with the fact that he doesn’t understand anything that’s going on. Cyclonus is still dying, but this isn’t about him. Nightbeat is also dying. Oh, and Kup. Turns out, being a part of the Dead Universe is sort of an issue when you’re out of it.
Even though Galvatron was fine. And Jhiaxus. And Nova Prime, for the little bit he was out of it.
I feel like this plot point kinda just shows up when it’s convenient.
Anyway.
Brainstorm has shit in his lab that can help them not die, but he and Skids are gonna need help to get all these undead morons back to the Lost Light, which means that only two folks would be going to face Shockwave in this final confrontation.
Speaking of Shockwave, he’s gone full Burning Justice with that time drive shoved into his chest, as he makes fun of Megatron for being a dumb stupid idiot who gave him everything he needed to end the universe. He reveals himself to be a nihilist, claiming that a Cybertron which only exists for existence’s sake- and without any form of life- is the ultimate in perfection. Also, he’s a communist now. A nihilistic communist.
Just… whatever, Shockwave.
Megatron’s annoyed by all this posturing- which, same- but enough about him, it’s time for Ultra Magnus and Optimus Prime drop down from… somewhere… to kick some ass. Shockwave promptly shoots Magnus, and is about to do the same to Optimus, when this starts happening:
Huh. Wonder what all that’s about.
Shockwave snaps out of his stupor and proceeds to fire on Optimus, yelling about being the only thing that exists as he does.
Over with Rodimus and friends, Cyclonus is bitching about Rodimus not leaving him behind so he could go fight Shockwave. Nightbeat, who I guess just doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut, tells Cyclonus to quit it, because they all know that he just misses his boyfriend. Cyclonus, though blatantly annoyed, doesn’t actually refute this claim. Brainstorm wonders aloud just how this gaggle of assholes managed to escape the Dead Universe without murdering each other.
Rodimus explains that when they heard the singing at Swerve’s, it proved they could still get out of the Dead Universe, so they desecrated Nova Prime’s corpse to make a space bridge. Brainstorm became a doorway, because he’s very nearly dead, and oh yeah, he should probably fix that when they get back to the lab, and also reconsider his lab safety protocols.
The gang reaches the outside world, and Rodimus is given a chance to spout off his personal philosophies.
Fantastic, you funky little man.
Then everyone looks up in the sky and sees some real bullshit.
Hey, Cahill? I just wanna talk, man. Just wanna talk about this boobie Windblade you’ve cursed my eyes with.
Back over with Jhiaxus and Starscream, Jhiaxus just cannot shut up. He just keeps waxing poetic about how smart Shockwave’s plan is. I couldn’t even tell you what the guy’s saying- my eyes glaze over whenever he gets a speech bubble.
Metalhawk at this point has had quite enough of all this nonsense, and decides he’s gonna throw himself into the equation that allows the Dark Cybertron prophecy to manifest.
By killing himself.
He just fuckin’… tosses himself into some heavy machinery and explodes, and that throws all the ores out of wack, since he’s got the Resurrection Ore in him. Jhiaxus is distracted by a man just straight-up dying in the same room as him, and this give Starscream the opening he needs to stab Jhiaxus in the gut.
Then the background just straight up disappears, as Rattrap lets everyone know that it’s all still going to shit, but in the opposite direction.
Really not sure about this art direction, but whatever. I’m over it.
Back outside, all the Ammonites are exploding. All of them. Billions of the little suckers, just popping off like fire crackers. The environment’s going to be ruined at this rate. Metroplex is having a great fucking time. Happy for him.
The Lost Light calls the ladies inside Metroplex’s brain room, and lets them know that they’re gonna break up Monstructor like the mediocre boy-band he is, though not without Mainframe being difficult beforehand. The ladies jump out and enter the fray, admiring Arcee’s style as they do.
Back with Rodimus and pals, Nightbeat’s being fucking cryptic, and Brainstorm gets to work making it so folks aren’t dying from being in the wrong universe, after a little prodding to his ego.
Back in Shockwave’s Super Saiyan Energy Bubble of Pure Unadulterated Logic, Shockwave says that’s he’s fucking ripped, and Optimus couldn’t beat him in a fight. Clearly, this means we’ll have to use our words to resolve this, like adults. Optimus isn’t too sure about that option, however.
I mean, do I even have to- Optimus, that’s GAY.
I have the sneaking suspicion that Roberts wrote this portion of the script. Y’know, just given his track record.
Then Megatron blasts Shockwave with his fusion cannon, and makes fun of Optimus for being a sentimental fool.
The fact that “Dark Cybertron” is telling me this makes me so mad. Like, you don’t get to talk, Exposition Central.
It’s at this point that Megatron drops a bomb on everyone present- he’s done with being a Decepticon. He’s gonna be an Autobot now.
See, ol’ Megsy here has seen the error of his ways- that by fighting the Senate, he allowed them to change him into a murderous warlord. To prove how much of a nice guy he is, he’s ripped the Autobrand off of Bumblebee’s lifeless body and duct-taped it to his chest.
Which seems a tad disrespectful, but okay.
…Megatron, you do realize that, as the leader of the Decepticons, you could just tell everyone that they need to be nice, and that would more or less be the end of it, right? You could just say “not evil anymore, I want to be loved now”, and everyone would be all “sir yes sir.” This is going to be a PR nightmare, I can already tell. Shockwave certainly seems to agree with me.
I really like this panel structure. Want to say this is the only place it happens, too. It’s just too bad it lives in “Dark Cybertron”.
Shockwave’s not having a good time right now, and he’s convinced that Optimus and Megatron have teamed up just to make him upset so he loses control of the time drive. The two spout off a little Autobot propaganda, and then Shockwave Remembers™.
Shockwave, having had his shadowplay reverse violently and abruptly, is horrified to find what he’s become. Alas, it’s too late for him- the only way to stop the time drive is for Optimus to kill him. Optimus promises to remember who Shockwave was- a callback to the line Shockwave gave him back before his empurata- and then shoots the everloving fuck out of the guy. Megatron helps.
And that’s a series wrap on Shoc-
-holy fucking shit.
The gang high-tails it outta there, IDW Optimus once again proving to be the shittiest version of everyone’s space-dad, as he leaves Bumblebee’s body to be consumed by the Shockwave Singularity. It’s looking pretty hopeless, but luckily none of these bastards can die without fucking up Season 2 of MTMTE, so the Lost Light swoops in to save the day.
Down below, Soundwave and his gaggle of small children and animals watch as the Lost Light fucks off into the distance. Soundwave’s having a time and a half, as he realizes with his balls-to-the-wall senses that Megatron’s joined the Autobots. Galvatron shows up to try to work out a deal. We won’t be seeing where this goes, because that’ll be covered later on.
The Lost Light lands in front of Metroplex, and over to the left of that are Rattrap and Starscream, climbing over the wreckage of the city. Rattrap tries to warn Starscream that things are gonna be tough, now that the Dark Cybertron prophecy has come to pass, but Starscream isn’t really having it. He’s gotten very paranoid, likely due to stress, and tells Rattrap to not play this game, because he’s the best player who’s ever lived. Then the Lost Light gang shows up and we get this face:
Sure.
Later on, Megatron and Optimus are hanging out in the Sky Roller, not-talking, until Megatron tells Optimus to get on with it, since the issue’s about to end.
Megatron was totally serious about becoming an Autobot. Optimus isn’t really sure what to do with that. I don’t think anyone’s really sure what to do with that, to be honest.
Megatron, in turn, asks Optimus if he really could look past all the bullshit Shockwave pulled in the last several million years, and he gets a non-answer, because addressing your feelings is for losers, clearly. The two exit the ship, and I guess everyone else was just… standing outside waiting for them to talk it out. Weird.
...And with THAT, I am finally released from Comic Event Hell!
If you hear any distant, triumphant screeching right now, that’s likely me.
#transformers#jro#dark cybertron#issue 12#maccadam#Hannzreads#text post#long post#comic script writing
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1x02: Wendigo
Then:
No Chick Flick Moments
Now:
In Blackwater Ridge, Colorado, three dudes enjoy the wilderness by gaming inside their tent. Something stalks their campsite from the shadows but the unattended fire that’s dangerously close to their flammable homes must be keeping it at bay, right? Erm, well, one dude heads out to the little boy’s room (a nearby tree) and gets snatched.
Another one pops his head out the tent door and gets snatched as well. The third dude kills his light and watches the shadow of a very fast creature circle his tent until it slashes the side and snatches him as well.
Palo Alto, California
Sam’s visiting Jessica’s grave. It really didn’t affect me the first time I watched this. It’s devastating to watch now though. Knowing Sam now --knowing how he doesn’t let people in, knowing how he didn’t even really let Jess in but loved her and wanted this world he could never have with her. Knowing that it’s fifteen years later and he’s had no one to really be with (Amelia was a construct of his damaged brain when forced to face the supernatural without Dean or Cas. I will not be taking questions at this time.) (But I guess he gets a blurry wife so ALLS GOOD FOR SAMMY.) He tells Jessica, “I should have protected you. I should have told you the truth.” Gah. Nothing could have saved her, and he has to go another fifteen years before he realizes this for good.
Psych! He was actually dreaming, but I hold firm with my thoughts on the dream scene.
Dean asks if Sam is okay.
Sam says yes and clears his throat. Classic! Then Dean asks if Sam wants to drive for a while. GAH. Like, Dean’s looking out for his little bro in the only way he knows right now --letting him drive.
They discuss leaving Palo Alto, and Dean points out that if they’re going to find the thing that killed Jess, they have to find their dad. He’s sending them to Colorado. Specifically to a National Forest in Lost Creek, Colorado.
They get to the warden’s station and introduce themselves as Environmental Study majors from UC-Boulder. “Recycle, man.” Bbys. The ranger sees right through their bullshit though. He asks if they’re friends with “that Hailey girl.” Dean sees his chance to learn more and leans into it. Hayley apparently has a brother that’s on Blackwater Ridge. He isn’t technically missing but she knows something is up.
Dean gets the brother’s camping permit. And now I need to process the next couple of lines. Sam asks if Dean wants a hook up with Hailey. Like, fuck you Sam for not knowing your brother at all, but also I guess you’re forgiven because your brother does do everything in his power to project that kind of energy. However, Dean is working the case and wants to know what they’re dealing with on this mountain.
Dean and Sam head over to Hailey’s to ask her about her brother, Tommy. They say they’re rangers.
Hailey gets on Dean’s good side by complementing his car. Hailey tells the brothers that she feels something is wrong because Tommy checks in every day via his cell and satellite phone. Hailey’s heading out first thing in the morning to try and find him.
Later at a bar, Sam “NERD” Winchester pulls out his extensive research on the area. People disappear on the ridge every 23 years. There was one survivor in 1959. They go to interview him. He tries to stick to the grizzly bear story, but eventually admits that they won’t believe him since no one else ever did. He said it moved fast and came into their cabin. It took his parents and left him with a horrible scar.
The next morning, Sam and Dean meet up with Hayley, her brother Ben, and the guide, Roy. The guide is skeptical but Dean just wants to help find her brother.
Cut to Tommy tied up in a cave. He wakes just in time to watch one of his friends get chomped to pieces by the monster.
Dean and Roy try to out alpha each other. Roy finds a bear trap and saves Dean from a nasty injury. I’m over here wondering wtf that’s doing in the middle of a national forest.
Hayley calls Dean out on their lack of provisions and wants to know who they are. He comes clean and tells her that they’re brothers looking for their father. But also, uh, Dean wearing jeans and boots is way more practical than SHORTS when hiking. Who wants to fuck around with ticks and poison ivy? All these years we thought Dean was just posturing about shorts when he was actually being a practical son of a bitch.
They reach the ridge and hear absolutely nothing. Roy decides he’s going to wander off alone. Solid choice, dude. The rest stick together. Soon they hear Roy call for Hailey. They run to him. They find her brother’s destroyed campsite. They find tracks of where the bodies were dragged and Tommy’s destroyed phone.
They explore the campsite, which is torn to absolute bits. Dean tracks the struggle to just outside of the campsite, where the trail quickly grows cold. Everyone gets lured further into the woods by desperate cries for help but it gets them nowhere. When they return to the destroyed camp, Sam pulls out their dad’s journal and they use it to pinpoint the monster: it’s a wendigo.
They hunker down for the night at the camp, and Dean protects them with Anasazi symbols drawn in the dirt. Soooooooooo in one breath you’re telling me that wendigo are found around the upper midwest / Canada, and in the next you’re telling me that the Anasazi (Southwestern/Western US) created widely-established protections against the wendigo? STARES DIRECTLY INTO THE CAMERA. The timelines! The geographic areas! Sigh...Supernatural ain’t ever had that good of a track record.
Dean tries to unpack Sam’s gourd. Sam doesn’t want to waste time hunting a wendigo when he can find their dad and hunt for what killed Jess instead. Dean holds out John Winchester’s journal like it’s a friggin’ (gags a little) bible and delivers the now-iconic line: “I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business.”
Sam wants to know why John doesn’t just call his boys and give them an update - “It makes no sense.” OMG RIGHT, SAM? #JohnWinchester’sA+Parenting
Dean tells Sam that helping other people and other families is what helps him make it through each day. We cry in Dean’s face a little, even when he immediately attempts to mask his empathy in his very next (also iconic) line: “Let me tell you what else helps. Killing as many evil sons of bitches as I possibly can.”
Pleas for help start to echo through the woods again. Roy fires indiscriminately into the trees and races after his prey, sight unseen. Hands grab him by the head and haul him up into the trees. Everyone else makes it through the night safely and Roy’s demise reminds us that toxic masculinity KILLS.
The next morning, Sam’s moodily staring at their dad’s journal while Dean chats with Haley about the hunt.
For LOOK AT THIS BEAN Science:
We get info-dumped a truly mixed bag of lore, attributing wendigo tales to the Cree people (right region, at least!) and saying that wendigo are created by cannibalistic acts gone into overdrive. The implication here is that cannibalism equals power but alas, it also turns one into a monster. Wendigo like to squirrel away humans like nuts, so Haley’s brother might be alive and trapped for later snacking. And they can kill it! Kill it with fire.
Cut to Dean striding through the woods with a molotov cocktail in hand. THAT’S MY BOY. They follow an easy trail of bloody claw marks along the trees. Too late, Sam realizes it was TOO EASY. Roy’s body drops from the canopy and the group splinters as they flee. Dean and Haley get nabbed, leaving Sam and Ben to find their missing siblings. Ben finally gets some lines, alerting Sam to Dean’s breadcrumb trail of peanut M&Ms.
They head into a defunct mine. (Speak friend and enter?) Growls echo through the darkened tunnels, but Sam and Ben discover the body storage by accident when they fall through floor boards into a lower level. They discover Haley and Dean trussed up and free them. Tommy’s there too! And still alive!
Dean finds some flare guns and they make their way out of the tunnels. Dean tries to lure the wendigo away from the siblings and Sam. All his attempts are for naught, because the wendigo tries to attack Sam, and the three siblings. It’s okay, though! Dean fires a flare gun right into its gut and it burns into embers.
Later at the ranger’s station, they spin tales to the cops about a grizzly.
Haley thanks Dean with a gentle kiss, and Dean watches the siblings leave with a fond and wistful expression. JENSEN ACKLES YOUR FACE IS A MENACE!
The Winchesters hit the road, Sam behind the wheel of the Impala. Time to hunt some evil sons of bitches and play some classic rock!
Oh sweetheart, I don’t do quotes:
Recycle, man
Nobody likes a skeptic
I think he wants us to pick up where he left off. You know, saving people, hunting things. The family business
Man, I hate camping
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Miraculous Ladybug Season 4 mystery episode: Illusionaire
Written by Jasmine (androgynoushearttimemachine)
Francious Dupoint highschool, day, Marinette, Alya, Nino, Adrien and class are in the science lab conducting an combustion experiment with chemicals and flames.
Alya: Marinette, focus! We need to heat the Magnesium to 100 degrees to see the white light!
Marinette: (mixing chemicals in a beaker without looking)
Oh doesn’t Adrien look so gorgeous in a lab coat and safety goggles.
Alya: *Marinette! Your silica nitrate mixture!*
Marinette: Can you just see Adrien in a pathology lab one day? What if he takes my blood? I’ll probably be so flustered, I won’t have any blood to spare! *beat* Ahh!!! (Marinette causes green slime to erupt out of her beaker)
Miss Mandeleiv: Oh, Marinette. See class, Marinette has just demonstrated what happens when silica nitrate and bromelein react-two things that shouldn’t be mixed together!
Adrien: Here, let me help clean that up with you.
Marinette: You’re such a good nurse, I MEAN you’re such a good HELP Adrien.
Adrien efficiently wipes the bench and takes off this gloves and throws it away.
Alya: Girl, do you think about Adrien when you’re cutting things with a knife while cooking? You could cut your finger off!
Marinette: I’ve got to say, I’ve come close to it a few times!
A maniacal laughter comes from outside. It is Style Queen and Malediktator! Style Queen shoots glowing orbs at people. Glittering people chanting: Vote Green Labour, Style Queen and Malediktator!
Alya: Faye, why don’t we head to the library to work on our assignment? I’ve already covered Style Queen and Malediktator on the Ladyblog, so there’s no need to get it this time.
Marinette: You guys go first, I have to…uh pick up a prescription for constipation.
Marinette runs to the school bathrooms.
Marinette: Time to Transform. Tikki Spots on!
Marinette transforms into Ladybug. Ladybug meets Chat Noir on top of the Nortre Dame.
Chat Noir: Good to see you’ve resurfaced, M’Ladybug.
Ladybug: Yes, I was missing in action last time, but I helped defeat Haksan!
Chat Noir: By giving up your most prized possession? Yourself? *I saw the villains go that way.*
Ladybug: You know I value you far more than myself Chat Noir. *beat* Well if we did this before, we can do it again.
Ladybug: (unenthused) lucky charm.
Chat Noir: (unenthused) cataclysm.
Ladybug captures the akuma and the miraculous ladybugs return the people to normal.
Ladybug and Chat Noir: Pound I-*beat*
*a giant purple rosebud the size of a car whizzes past*
Ladybug: I think I saw Mayura inside that rosebud!
Ladybug slings her yo yo and entraps the rosebud, but the electricity charging the rosebud electrocutes her, and she looses her grip on it.
Chat Noir: Hey you giant wart, I bet you can’t get my miraculous!
Cut to Hawkmoth’s Lair.
Hawkmoth: Little do these young superheroes know, the real Mayura is hiding in another dimension and the Mayura sentimonster they see is indestructible! (Evil laughter)
Ladybug: We need another superhero’s help. Nathaniel, this is the miraculous of the ox, which grants the power of dimension, you will use it for the greater good.
Zipp (The ox kwami): all you need to say is Zipp, Let’s Jam!
Nathaniel: Zipp, Let’s Jam!
Chat Noir: Hey brother, what’s your superhero name?
Quistado: I’m Quistado! And I know how to defeat the Blueberrii 🫐, it’s a sentimonster so I’ll have to take a sample of it and travel to another dimension to retrieve the amuck.
Ladybug: I’ll come with you, I’ll need to de-evilise the amuck.
Quistado: Portalé!
A portal appears, Ladybug and Quistado enter. Chat Noir traps the Blueberii by cataclysming a bridge.
Chat Noir: Claws Out!
Chat Noir rips off a petal and throws it into the portal. Quistado taps the petal with his finger twice and the petal vaporises into Mayura’s hotel room. Ladybug and Quistado fight Mayura and retrieve the object controlling the sentimonster: a purple rose.
Ladybug: Your days of evil are over Illusionare!
Illusionare: Ladybug, Noo!!
Ladybug de-eviluses the amuck inside the rose and restores everything back to normal.
Ladybug: We couldn’t have done it without you Cat Noir!
Ladybug voiceover: We may not be a perfect team always, but we sure trust each other.
Cut to Francois Dupont High school, midday.
Faye: Marinette, Adrien is watching our movie! The one where we shot someone acting as you in a ladybug cosplay!
Marinette: H-Hu-Hah-Hu-Ha What?! No this can’t be happening.
Alya: Too late.
Adrien: Marinette? You like dressing up as Ladybug?
Faye (My name in the Miraculous universe) (mouthing the words): She is Ladybug you blind blueberri!
Marinette: There’s something you should know, Adrien. I know Ladybug personally, like her civilian person. I can bring her to you to meet her if you like.
Adrien: You would do that for me? Thank you so much Marinette! You’re such a good friend to me!
Marinette: How about I bring her to you this afternoon at 4pm near the uniform shop?
Adrien: I’ll be there, I might be a bit early since I’ve got a photo shoot I’ve got to go go after.
Uniform shop, dusk. Raining.
Marinette falls into a planter. Faye pulls her out.
Marinette: Oh Adrien, I love you!
Adrien: Ladybug is that you?
Marinette is behind a wall.
Marinette: Adrien, it’s me Ladybug.
Adrien: Ladybug, I love you too!
Marinette: Marinette and me, we’re very close.
Marinette steps in front of Adrien.
Marinette: You wanted to see Ladybug? Here she is: Spots on!
Adrien: I always knew you were not just a good friend to me M’lady. Claws out!
THE END
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Duality - Chapter Five (The Spider Caught in the Fly's Web)
Kaos rapped his quill against the page of his textbook, rhythmic patterns distracting him from the lesson at hand. Rat tat tat. History, something on the dragon realm. Tat tat tat. Having taught himself about that very topic late last summer, paying attention was the least of his worries. Tat tat tat. That seemed to be a habit for Kaos, even back in the day; while the others were trying to master writing simple words like ‘house’ and their names, Kaos was busy reading up on the history of Skylands (and marking up the books with his barely legible handwriting). Despite excelling past his fellow students faster than the teachers had ever seen a child of his age learn, his failure to actually apply his skills landed him in the ‘gifted’ student classes; later resulting in him being held back an entire year. It probably didn’t help that he had been homeschooled the first few years of his life, either; having found it nearly impossible to get along with the other inferior students he found himself surrounded by. Rat tat tap. Kaos sighed, mindlessly tracing one of the illustrations of the fabled purple dragon, not noticing the lull in conversation.
“Ah-hem”.
Kaos looked up from his textbook, pausing his hand mid trace. The quill hovered just above the page. The sound of the teacher’s blunt tone wrenched him from his thoughts like a pair of icy cold hands wrapped around his neck.
“...What.” Kaos asked.
A few of the other students stifled a giggle. Kaos swung his legs back and forth in lieu of stopping the other motion, the tips of his shoes barely brushing the tiled floor. The teacher loomed over him, leaning against the edge of the desk. With a drawn out sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose, then motioned with long fingers and a turn of his head towards the chalkboard.
“Kaos. If you’ll give us the pleasure of actually joining us,” He began, his voice low and gravelly.
“All right, all right,” Kaos waved him off, looking back down at the page, “Could you repeat the question… please.”
The teacher muttered something under his breath as he scuttled back to the chalkboard. From the torso up, he was a tall, burly man in a wrinkled collared shirt. His features were strong set; with a set of six black eyes and pincers protruding from the corners of his mouth. He had his slick black hair combed over in an attempt to hide the fact that he was already balding. From the hips down, though, was another story. Where his legs should have been was instead the thorax of a spider. Eight long, spindly legs carried him across the floor. Mr. Webster was, by far, the scariest teacher Kaos had ever had. Which was saying something, when he had had to spend an entire semester in ‘Ms. Alyvia’s’ 9th grade botany class. Even after he had cultivated a batch of snapping ivy (after countless failed attempts) which proceeded to take over the entire greenhouse. And possibly ate one of his classmates. But that was never proven.
And he had had it coming anyway, that beakheaded birdbrain.
“What a surprise. You’re actually on the right page for once,” Mr. Webster drawled as he scratched something down on the chalkboard, “Kaos. Just because you’re a year older than the rest of the class doesn’t mean you can slack off.”
“What’s. The question. Webster,” Kaos repeated, clenching his fists.
Mr. Webster didn’t bother turning around, simply circling a scrawl of text before returning to what he had been doing. Kaos hunched his shoulders with a growl before he leaned forward, squinting. The words seemed to swim together, twirling in an invisible dance. Kaos felt something prickle on the back of his neck, eyes trained on him once again. When he realized he had just been sitting there in silence, mouth hanging open, he righted himself with a shake of his head. When he looked back to the board, the words were in their place, albeit looking like someone had smudged the chalk they were written in. Which dragons do we know originally hailed from the dragon realms. Kaos took no time to think about his answer, like a tape recorder had been switched on within his mind, the information tumbling out of his mouth.
“Is that a trick question?” He scoffed.
Mr. Webster finally looked back, his gaze capable of burning a hole through Kaos’ skull alone. Kaos just continued on with a smirk.
“We have no known recollection of any dragons coming through to our realm. The only reason we even know about the dragon realms is because left by the Benevolent Ancients. Not to mention they were from, like, millions of years ago. For all we know, the dragon realms could have been absolutely annihilated in that time,” he recited, growing more passionate with every word. “Apparently a few Spell Punks have been attempting to create a link between our world and the dragon realms, for their own evil purposes no doubt; but every attempt would end in complete and utter failure-”
“That’s enough, Kaos.”
Mr. Webster cleared his throat. An unimpressed look on his face. Kaos' smirk fell as he looked to the floor, apathy overtaking him. The other students’ stares lingered on him for a moment longer before they returned to their work and idle chit-chat that seemed to fill the air between every word the teacher uttered.
“Despite his… verbose explanation, Kaos is technically correct. There has been no known contact with the dragon realms, other than what’s detailed in the scrolls of old,” Mr. Webster pointed to something he had written down on the board, turning his back to the class. “Continuing from where we left off, yes the High Spell Punks have been trying to open a link, but so have the elusive saviours of Skylands. Who some of you may know as the-”
Kaos didn’t hear any more of Mr. Webster’s speech. Instead, his attention was grabbed by something lodged into his pocket, which was buzzing against the side of his leg. Silently, Kaos pushed his chair back, stuffing his hand into his pocket. Immediately, his fingers came into contact with something rectangular and metal. Something that was quickly heating up. With his heart skipping a beat, Kaos jumped out of his seat and bolted to the door. He skidded out into the hallway and towards the washrooms, not bothering to wait around to gauge how much trouble he was going to be in. That didn’t matter now. Kaos barely felt his feet touch the ground as he wheeled into the boy’s washroom, nearly crashing into one of the stall doors. He pulled it open, slipped inside, then locked it behind him. Kaos quickly yanked the device from his pocket, fumbling to get a hold of it, a few empty vials of ink and loose sticky notes coming along for the ride. He held it up to the whirring fluorescent lights, flipping it open. The device looked to have been made with scrap metal, like the rest of Kaos’ creations, with a speaker set into one end and a keypad on the other. Kaos plopped down on the floor, not daring to sit on the ‘ivory throne’ behind him as he hit the button marked receive.
“Testing testing, riptideTinkerer to dumbassRacoon. Come in dumbassRacoon.” Dyskord’s voice crackled through the speaker, ebbing in and out every few words.
“We agreed my codename isn’t ‘dumbRacoon’. It’s doomsdayEngineer you uncultured swine,” Kaos hissed into the device.
On the other end, Dyskord’s laughter came through, heavily clouded in static. “Yeah yeah, whatever ya twerp. You’ll always be my little dumbassRacoon.”
“FOR THE LAST TIME DYSKORD I’M NOT-” Kaos cut himself off, taking a deep breath. “You dunderhead, I no longer resemble a trash panda, so quit calling me one. Where are you.”
"Just heading to the entrance now, baby brother. And yes, I have the administration device. Per your explicit specifications, of course."
"Good. Wait in the rendezvous position and make sure you aren't seen. I'll be there once I've gotten everything in order."
"Any chance you know exactly when that'll-"
Kaos flicked the device closed with a click, hearing scuttling footsteps enter the washroom. He held his breath as the sound grew closer, then stopped, followed by the creak of the stall door next to his. The sound of ringing crackled through the intercom, nearly making Kaos jump out of his skin, fumbling with his communicator in a panic before slipping it back into his pocket. Second period had begun. Kaos scrambled to his feet as quietly as he could muster, flushed the toilet behind him (for good measure) then threw the stall door open and dashed out of the washroom. Next was chemistry, one of the only classes he could tolerate, and coincidentally the one class he needed for his plan to come to fruition. Readjusting his scarf, Kaos let a smile play across his face as he joined the other students making their way through the halls. Just a little longer, and soon he'd be rid of this place for good. Just one more class.
Kaos never arrived early to class. Today, he assumed, would be no exception. He would often get lost in the halls, unable to see where he was going through the forest of legs and low hanging backpacks. Just getting carried along by the flow until he managed to arrive where he needed to be. Or everyone else got to their classes and he was left to make a mad dash across the school before the bell rang. Today gave Kaos the added challenge of stopping off at his locker, effectively cutting his time in half. Even with all of that stacked against him, though, Kaos arrived at his science class to find the door closed. Kaos shrugged his backpack to the ground, careful not to let his textbooks spill out onto the floor before he jostled the doorknob. It didn’t budge. Kaos stood up on his tip toes, just barely able to peer in through the small window. The room was empty, all of the lights off. His chem teacher was absent. Again. Kaos groaned, sliding down to sit beside his bag, knees pressed against his chest. He watched other students from his class meandering about; the fawn that sat at the head of the class was reading a book on ‘the flora of the cloudbreak islands’, the ent that sat behind him was picking their twigs (and eating the leaves that fell off like the disgusting deciduous demon they were). Countless Mmabu were scattered around the hall - Kaos was pretty sure they were part of his chem class, but, then again, they all seemed to blend together. Kaos’ gaze trailed down to his backpack, seeing the glint of his metal lunchbox from between the textbooks jammed into his backpack. Like glowing eyes peering out from a cave, beckoning to him. Tick tick tick tick. Kaos looked back to the door, shaking his head. He needed to get in there somehow. It didn’t matter if he got in trouble or not, a little setback would be better than a complete halt of the plan.
Kaos pulled his bag into his lap, rummaging around until he pulled out a small ink bottle, pouring the contents into his hand. Bobby pins spilled out, along with a few spare buttons. Kaos picked out a few bent ones, quickly sweeping the rest back into his bag; he’d reorganize them later. Kaos pushed his bag back into the corner, trying the doorknob one last time before starting to fiddle with the lock. He stuck the bobby pins in, shifting them around as he listened intently. The sounds of the other students faded into the background, idle chatter morphing into the soft clicking of the pins. He squinted, biting his tongue. He could almost see the mechanisms in his mind, like an extension of himself. He just needed one more moment to-
“You know, a key may help with that.”
Kaos yelped, dropping the pins as he whirled around. Standing over him was a tall frost elf, her gaze almost as cold as the air that hung around her. She gestured for Kaos to step out of the way before pulling a bedazzled keyring from her pocket. With freshly manicured nails, she unlocked the door and pushed it open, walking into the nearly spotless lab. Kaos stood against the wall as the other students funneled in, grabbing his bag once again before following after them. He watched the other students settle down, grabbing goggles and lab coats, setting up today’s experiment as the teacher wrote it on the board. Kaos sat down at his table, alone as per usual, already feeling the ent breathing down his neck, despite being two tables down. Kaos felt his head buzzing at the sound of chatter, clinking glass and chalk squeaking against the board as he quickly stowed his lunchbox in the drawer of his desk; the insufferable racket swirling together to make the corners of his vision ripple like water. Tick tick tick tick. Ah, how Kaos would miss it all… not. He wouldn’t shed a single tear when he was free of this place, nor would he think the others would either. He was doing them a favor, if Kaos was being honest. They would all be thanking him, even if he was mostly doing it for himself. No matter, his plan was so close to coming to fruition he could almost taste it. Like a big slice of blueberry pie.
“Alright class, get your pencils out. It’s time to start today's lab.”
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Chat Noir Weight Gain Story: Chapter 7
Chapter 7: Professor Animate
Ladybug and Chat Noir have to fight a new villain. How will Chat Noir manage to fight evil and fight off his desire to eat more.
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Relationship: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Characters:Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Plagg (Miraculous Ladybug)
Tags: Weight Gain Force-Feeding Belly Rubs Stuffing
All characters at 18+.
All characters are owned by their respective owners.
AO3
Their trip back to the city centre of Paris was fairly uneventful. Ladybug was just surprised at how agile Chat Noir was. He still managed to keep up with her, although every time he would land on top of a building, he would cause it to shake.
As the sun was beginning to rise, many Parisians were heading to work. Chat Noir would get the occasional glance from people on the street as they tried to figure out what that large black blob was, that was bouncing across the skyline.
Moving past the Eiffel Tower they both landed of one of the cobblestone streets, which was surrounded by small corner stores and terrace homes. They started to hear screams coming from one of the boulevards. They both turn towards where the noise was coming from. In the distance they spot a large wall of people running towards them. They both jump out of the way of the crowd and land back on their feet. The heroes then saw in the distance what looked like normally inanimate objects roaming around, causing chaos. Cars without people, lamp posts, post boxes and buses without drivers were walking, hoping, and driving by themselves. They were bashing and crashing into everything they saw. They were all glowing green like they were under some kind of spell, thought Ladybug. While all Chat Noir was thinking of was how hungry he was starting to feel after his labour-intensive journey.
Suddenly the objects start hurtling towards them but luckily both Ladybug and Chat Noir move out of the way from the out of control objects. The heroes then hop onto various signs and posts which were not affected by the mysterious green glow. The sign which Chat Noir landed started to bow from his weight. Ladybug then see a civilian trapped underneath a collapsed bus shelter. Using her quick thinking, she grabs out her yo-yo and lifts off the bus shelter to rescue a middle-aged woman who was trapped. The women then thanks the much skinnier hero and runs to safety.
Just then a tall, thin man appears from around the side of a building. He was wearing sharp pointed green glasses and was in a black and white striped suit. He had a long face with a clearly defined jaw line. He had a curly moustache and a sly grin on his face. “Well well well if it isn’t Ladybug and Chat Noir. I’m glad you’ve decided to show up to my lecture,” said the mysterious man. He did a double take when he glanced at the much larger Chat Noir, pointed, and said, “Wow… well it looks like this kitty has been having way too much milk,” laughs the man.
The heroes land back on the street pavement, ready to attack as Chat Noir growls, “I may have gained a little weight, but I can still move just as fast.”
Ladybug yells, “Who are you?”
“My name is Professor Animate and I’m here to teach you a lesson in physics,” he says as he pulls out a black fine tip pen from his dress shirt pocket. He then uses it as a wand, as a green beam of energy emerges from his pen and zaps one of the stationary cars. It begins glowing with a green aura as its engine begins to start up. It then races towards the two heroes. Ladybug uses her yo-yo to lift her up to safety. While Chat Noir dives out of the way. His gut freely jiggling as he places his hand on his belly to try and steady it.
Ladybug then uses her yo-yo to strike the akumatised villain, but he manages to dodge her attack. Ladybug then helps Chat Noir to his feet as he places his hand on his gut and says, “Still trying to get used to this.”
Ladybug, blushes bright red as she says to herself, “C’mon, stay focused.”
The Professor observes the increased tension between the two and then turns towards a now quiet bakery. He then uses his pen and zaps the pastries and cakes which were on the display shelves. They begin glowing with a green aura and miraculously start to roll out of the bakery. Ladybug charges towards the Professor and goes in for another attack.
While this was happening, the pastries roll towards Chat Noir. He uses his staff to push them away. However, he accidently trips and lands on his large rear. He drops his staff, and it rolls away from him. The pastries begin to overwhelm the large hero as they force themselves into his mouth. All Chat Noir could do was munch down on the sweets as they continued to enter his mouth. He begins to feel full of the pastries as he was still stuffed from his trip to the factory. While chowing down on a cinnamon roll he thinks to himself that he should come here on his next bakery raid.
“Enjoying your meal, fat Chat?”, laughs the Professor.
Ladybug, who was caught up with battling the akmatised villain, turns around to find her partner being force fed. “Don’t worry M’lady I got this. I’ve trained for thi…. mmmmffffh”, Chat Noir muffles a danish enters his mouth. Chat Noir lets out a burp after devouring the sweet. He then grabs the next danish and stuffs it in his mouth. Sweet after sweet and pastry after pastry he devours them all. He begins to feel uncomfortably stuffed from the mountain of food he demolished. His belly pushing further out, which causes his suit to rip even more. Chat Noir then rolls onto his side to reach his staff. He then uses it as a support to stand up.
“Hufff… Well that’s what you call fast food,” Chat Noir says patting his large belly.
“Hmmm, well you finished your meal earlier than expected you greedy cat. How about round two?”, Professor Animate replies.
“Not so fast mister. Lucky Charm!”, Ladybug yells as she swings her yo-yo into the air. A red and black spotted old school rotary phone appears above her head.
She then catches it and says, “Hmm… I think my grandmother has one of these, but how is this going to help me?”
She then looks around to see what she can use to defeat the villain. She turns around and sees a streetlight down the road, Chat Noir, and manhole cover light up. Ladybug then says, “I’ve got it,” as she summersaults over towards the stuffed and groggy Chat Noir and whispers her plan to him.
Whilst still holding the rotary phone, Ladybug dashes over to pick up the manhole cover. She then equips it as if it were a shield. The Professor uses his pen to zap more sweets from the bakery. She then uses the manhole cover to deflect the Professors green beams. “Yes, I’m right… his attacks only work for objects he is mentally aiming for,” Ladybug says whilst the Professor growls.
She then charges towards Professor Animate and yells, “Get into position Chat!”
Chat Noir then runs or more accurately wobbles, panting heavily with each step he takes. Ladybug then continued to push back the Professor, who appears to have a look of concern on his face. Ladybug’s eyes slightly peer above the manhole cover as she then swings the rotary phone like a boomerang. The handset cord catches the Professor’s arm while the handset swings around the nearby streetlight. His arm is then pulled back as the phone tightly wraps around the streetlight. Trying to free himself, Chat Noir who was still running, changes direction towards the villain. He then jumps and lands on the Professor, belly first. This then knocks him down as he is smothered by Chat Noir’s hefty bulk.
“Looks like this kitty has caught you. Also, I want to thank you for my breakfast. Too be honest I’m still pretty hungry, but unfortunately for you, you won’t be getting your just desserts,” Chat Noir says as he smiles and burps in the Professor’s face.
Chat Noir then yells, “Cataclysm!” as his hand begins emitting black energy bubbles. The Professor tightens his grip on his pen as Chat Noir grabs it from him and it begins to disintegrate. The akuma flies out from the pen. Chat Noir then rolls off the Professor and he transforms back into the science professor from the nearby university.
“No more evil doing for you little akuma, time to de-evilise” says Ladybug as she captures the butterfly. “Bye bye little butterfly. Miraculous Ladybug!” yells Ladybug as she releases the butterfly and throws her yoyo into the air. With a woosh of magic, everything returns to normal.
She then helps up Chat Noir whose belly was still on full display for her to ogle at. “Well I must say your extra weight definitely helped take down that villain. Maybe Master Fu could train you in sumo wrestling,” Ladybug giggles.
“Yeah I’ve come to really enjoy being big,” Chat Noir replies, giving his belly a shake. “Maybe next time I won’t eat too much that I burst out of my suit,” he blushes.
“Not if I can help it,” Ladybug mumbles.
“What was that M’lady?”, Chat Noir asks.
“Ummm… not... It’s not a bad look,” Ladybug says as she blushes bright red.
Chat Noir smiles cheekily and says, “Well since you turned everything back to normal. I might make a trip to a bakery on my way home. Who knows maybe I’ll eat everything they have in store.”
Ladybug bites her lip and thinks to herself; she couldn’t believe she was attracted to Chat Noir.
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Cross posted on AO3(lexilou989) a Tsukishima x Reader piece, litterally my first time writing this fandom and an x reader
Give the Man a Piece of Cake
The bell on the top of the door tinkles softly letting you know that someone has stepped into the shop. You wipe your hands on your apron, the flour dusting it in opaque white.
“Yeah, hello...” you hear an irritated voice call out. This guy obviously has no patience if he can’t wait for you to even get out of the back before getting his panties in a wad.
“Be right there,” you call back sweetly, the fake customer service voice grating on your own nerves as you make your way out of the kitchen. You turn the corner and greet the man on the other side of the glass. “Welcome to Phenomenal Noms, What can I do for you today?” You offer him a slight smile but your eyes already say ‘fuck you’.
The man before you appears to be college age with a 5 o’clock shadow gracing his jawline. Well if you could call it even call the light blonde hair a shadow, maybe more like peach fuzz. The man is dressed in some sports uniform bearing the local college mascot. His black jacket is unzipped showing the colored jersey underneath that sports the number 11, and a pair of black wireless headphones sit casually around his neck. He doesn’t look up from his phone as he calls out his order. “Yeah I’ll take 16 cupcakes, half chocolate and half vanilla…” He pauses. “And a slice of strawberry shortcake.”
You know you shouldn’t feel the joy that rises turning your fake smile genuine when you hear his order. It should be your goal to fill every customer’s order completely, but there is just something about the universe sticking it to someone so obviously on their high horse that brings you satisfaction. “I'm sorry, sir, we sold our last slice of strawberry shortcake about 20 minutes ago. Can I offer you a slice of cherry cheesecake instead?” You know good and well that the substitution you offer is nowhere close to what he asked for, but hey, at least there is fruit on it.
You barely see his caramel colored eyes widen slightly before he replies. “Tch… Some bakery...” He rolls his eyes. “Whatever, just the cupcakes.” You box up his order and send him on his way. The honeyed sarcasm dripping from your tone. “Have a nice evening,” you call to him as he slips his headphones back on and heads out the door.
You make your way back to the kitchen and instead of finishing the project you were working on before the encounter with the blonde jackass. You walk over to the fridge and pull out that last slice of strawberry shortcake you bought for yourself about 25 minutes ago. The first bite tastes like victory.
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You start to notice a pattern with this customer. He comes in only on Saturdays around 4:30, about 30 minutes before the bakery storefront closes for the evening so you can make wedding cake deliveries around town, for all the ceremonies starting at 7. Wedding season is a constant business and it brings in most of the revenue for your small bakery, but the brick and mortar means just as much to you.
Sometimes the asshole comes in with his teammates, they call him Tsukki and from what you can gather they get cupcakes after their games as either a celebration of victory or a comfort for their loss. In all honesty, you are starting to think these rambunctious kids just like finding an excuse to eat cupcakes. And that makes you chuckle.
You also notice however that when he comes in for the 16 cupcakes with his team members, he doesn’t ask for the strawberry shortcake. You tuck away that interesting fact because it might be useful later.
You’ve made it a habit to buy the last piece of strawberry shortcake every Saturday just out of spite, but on those days when he doesn’t ask for it, your piece usually ends up in the trash. There is no victory if the other person surrenders willingly before the battle begins.
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This routine has been going on for maybe two and a half months or so, and by now you can tell that he isn't as much of an asshole as he seemed at your first meeting. You have long since dropped the fake customer service voice and chat casually with him every now and again. You know that his first name is Kei, but you still call him Tsukki. He is on the volleyball team at the college whose campus is maybe a 10 minute walk from your door, where he is also a senior in the science program. And he is younger than you. You like to tease him for being a baby even if the age difference is only 5 years.
Today when the bell tinkles at 4:30 you are already in the front of the store. “Hey there, Tsukki, what can I get for you today?” You already know the answer but you always ask anyway.
“Hey you,” he replies, but he looks a little upset. “Just the usual. And a slice of strawberry shortcake if you’ve got any”
You already bought that piece for yourself, but this had been going back and forth for a while now and it seems like he could use a pick me up today. “Well, you are in luck today. We actually have one piece left, let me go wrap it up for you.” You lie to him. But oh man, the genuine smile that lights up his face is worth it. You wrap up his order and he takes it gently like you’ve just handed him the most delicate thing in the world. He is beaming at you like it’s a precious gift and you can’t help but giggle.
“You know we are about to close up and make our wedding deliveries for the evening. Why don’t you come back around 7 and we can hang out for a bit?” Saying that should make you nervous, but he looks so much like a puppy right now that you are pretty sure he would do anything you asked in this moment.
“Oh, uh sure.” he nods, tilting his head to the side as if contemplating what reason you could have for asking him to hang out. This action made him look even more like a puppy and you are giggling again.
“Get out of here then…” You shoo him off. “I’m sure the rest of the team is eagerly awaiting my beautiful creations and I have things to do. Tell everyone I said hello.” You watch him walk away more pep in his step than usual and roll your eyes with the soft shake of your head.
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Tsukki bounds up to the door right at 7 as you step out and lock up behind yourself. Suddenly you are glad you took time to freshen up and change in the employee bathroom. Both of you are in casual clothes you note happily. You are sporting a pair of balck leggings and a pink off the shoulder shirt, he has on a white v neck and, ‘oh dear god’ you think, a pair of grey sweatpants that hang loosely on his hips. All of the dorky happiness from earlier is gone and replaced by that smug look he wore with his teammates. Two can play at that game.
You guys chat and make your way to a food truck up the street talking about this and that. The snarky comments are being thrown back and forth easily. You enjoy a light dinner as you walk around, really glad this is a good part of town.
The air was on the warmer side, but the constant breeze did chill you a little. You are pretty sure that anybody who happened to look over could see your nipples were hardened from the cold. You haven’t caught Tsukki looking yet, but that was also hard to do when walking right next to someone, especially if they were shorter than you.
“It's getting kinda chilly, would you wanna take this back to my place?” You offer. “It's just right around the corner.” You gesture up the road. “I just moved so I could be closer to work. As long as you don’t judge the stacks of unpacked boxes, you are welcome to come on up.”
“Mmm… I don't think I can make any promises on that, pipsqueak,” he chuckles at your offended expression.
“Rude, now you aren’t welcome at all!” and you take off running knowing he will follow you.
He obviously gives chase but he catches up to you quickly with his long legs and athletic body carrying him faster than you can go. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you to a stop. You let out a loud squeal followed by a fit of giggles as he backs you up against the wall to your condo building. An arm on either side of your head locking you into place while you try to catch your breath.
He leans in and whispers in your left ear, “I’ve got you trapped, now what are you going to do?”
You already have your escape planned and you quickly duck under his other arm. You make it inside your building. Before he recovers, you hit the button for the elevator. Luckily it’s already on the ground floor and you step in as he enters the lobby. “See you on the fifth floor.” You stick your tongue out and you point over to the stairwell. The doors close in his face. His eyes hold an evil glint, he’s obviously accepted your challenge.
In the elevator you are able to catch your breath and fix your messy bun. You can’t help the smile on your face. The elevator doors slide open and Tsukki is already stepping into the hall from the stairwell, only slightly out of breath, the perfect in shape asshole. You run over to your door and try to unlock it as he stalks up behind you. He presses into you from behind, one hand on your waist, the other on yours to help turn the key. You can feel his erection against your ass
and a chill of excitement goes up your spine.
You push the door open and rush in creating some space between the two of you as you yank off your shoes. He closes the door with his foot and kicks his off too, not taking his eyes off you. You cast a glance over your shoulder eyebrow raised and saunter off toward the bedroom, he follows quickly behind you.
There really are stacks of boxes everywhere but the only thing that matters right now is the two of you. He grabs your waist from behind again this time pulling your hips back into him as he leans down and kisses your neck. You tilt your head to the side giving him easier access stifling the small moan that threatens to slip out at the contact.
One of his hands moves from your hips to the waistband at the front of your pants. He pauses for a moment giving you the chance to stop him if you want to, but you definitely don’t want it to stop there. He slips his hand down the front of your pants and he is growling against your neck when he realizes you aren’t wearing any underwear. You just smirk, your left hand going up to tangle in his short hair and your right following his down your pants.
You press his fingers firmly against where you want him and this man, younger than you as he may be, certainly knows how to use his lanky fingers to get you wet and ready for him.
You moan, the pressure on your clit feels so wonderful but it is also too much at the same time. You are about to cum from riding his fingers when he pulls away with a small kiss on your neck.
“Dick.” you call him. He knows how close you were if that smirk on his face is anything to go by.
“Maybe if you ask nicely,” he teases back, already pulling your top off over your head followed quickly by removing your pants. He pushes you gently forward towards the bed and you know what he wants.
You get on your knees on the bed and press your chest down into the mattress, arching your back and offering yourself up to him. You feel his hands squeeze your ass in a reverent manner and now you know he is a butt guy.
He leans his face in and eats you out eagerly from behind, you can’t help but giggle as Cardi B lyrics roll through your mind “swipe his nose like a credit card”. But the giggle fades into more moans as he once again works you in just the right way. The orgasm that he denied you building again quickly. Your moans must give away how close you are again because he stops and pulls away. His hand stroking his cock slowly as you pout and your body calms back down. “Tsukki..” you whine and he has the nerve to chuckle at you.
You are just about ready to say fuck it and finish yourself off when he lines himself up behind you and pushes inside slowly at first but with much more enthusiasm when you offer little resistance.
“Fuck, pipsqueak,” he goads again with that stupid nickname. He starts off with agonizingly slow thrusts. They feel amazing and your toes are curling on each one. This position lets him hit that perfect spot on every thrust, but you want more. “Dammit I don’t have the fucking patience for this,” he grinds out through clenched teeth and he picks up his pace, bringing you closer to the edge with each thrust.
He doesn’t stop this time. Your orgasm wracks your body causing you to clamp down on his cock, but he still doesn’t stop. You don’t even have time to relax as he fucks you through it another one building close behind.
“Fuck you’re so tight when you cum on my cock!” he exclaims. “Can I slap your ass baby?” he has dropped the nickname for now.
“YEEEESSS!” you moan out. He grabs it again, rougher this time and you fuck back into him wanting to come again. “Oh god I’m gonna cum again!” And your fists curl in the sheets. When he feels you squeeze his cock this time he slaps your ass. Hard. And this time instead of a dry orgasm you squirt around his cock. ‘Well that’s new’ your mind vaguely registers as he fucks into you one more time before he cums too, pulling out and shooting his load on your ass.
For a minute neither of you move as you both catch your breath and come down from the post orgasm high.
“Towel in that box” you gesture to the open box in the corner of the room. He walks over and grabs one before cleaning you up.
He lays down on his back and you cuddle into his armpit, one hand on his chest where you rest your chin to look up at him, your eyes sparkling with amusement.
“Must have been a damn good strawberry shortcake…”
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I entered the shower and came out of it with a Very fun halloweeny Vampire Au where,
Rilla was born with some magic, and is dating/engaged to Arum. Rilla recently became a vampire because Arum will live as long as his Keep and the Swamp does, and she didn't want to have to leave him behind as she aged.
Besides, if she's immortal imagine all of the scientific discoveries she'll get to see?
Damien, on the other hand, is an Evil Slayer. He is not a Monster Slayer, he investigates instances of evil and addresses it when he has to. He appears to be a normal human, but he is actually what they call Blessed. He has been imbued with magic by Saint Damien, and heightened intuition about evil, and is harder to kill than a regular human
Our story begins one night, when Arum brings attention to a human who has been wandering near their house occasionally for a few days (their house which sits on the edge of the swamp and is about an hour away from the nearest village by horse, much more walking) and Rilla is like "you're being paranoid! its whatever, he’s probably harmless"
and Rilla goes out to feed on a deer Arum brought back for her, and Arum is looking out the window and is like “he’s there again!” and Rilla is like “well shut the curtains, i’m covered in blood!!” so he does, and meanwhile it starts pouring rain as Rilla magics the blood from her clothes into a bucket
a few minutes later, they get a knock on the door and Rilla is like “hide! it’s probably the human” and Arums is like “what, why? youre not gonna open the door are you? and Rilla is like “Yeah! i’ll kill him or something” and Arum is like “you can’t just kill people Amaryllis!!!” and shes like “i’m just kidding! i’ll hypnotize him so he’ll leave this place and not come back and you can stop being worried. But, he might be from the Citadel, and if he is he’ll probably be hateful towards monsters, so just GO” and then there’s another knock and Rilla goes to the door.
Cue Damien, drenched, and requesting a quick respite to see if the rain will pasts before he travels towards the village he’s been staying in. Rilla eagerly lets him in.
The two chat, and Rilla makes him tea. Arum lingers in the shadows and whatnot to keep an eye on the situation. Damien claims he’s a knight of the citadel which means he’s a glorified mail pigeon running errands for the crown, but it pays the bills. They comment on how neither of them are wearing wedding bands. Rilla asks his opinions on ladies who study science and he responds positively.
She continues to flirt and eventually they make out, and as Rilla kisses down his neck she gets the overwhelming urge to bite him, so she does. She is well on the way to draining him before Arum stops her.
Rilla promises she didn’t mean to bite him, she just got caught up and his blood smelled so good... Damien is disoriented and begging for mercy. Rilla and Arum decide they will bandage him up, let him rest, and hypnotize him when he’s not half-delirious.
That is, until Rilla goes to Damien’s bag and finds his toolkit for Evil Slaying and argues they should just kill him then and there because he poses a risk as a “MONSTER SLAYER!” and Damien continues to beg for mercy and explains that he “only seeks to punish true evil,” and argues his weapons were nowhere near him and she was the one who tried to kill him for no reason when all he’d asked was a few moments out of the rain!!
Arum doesn’t want to make a rash decision, so Damien stays the night.
They talk in the morning and Rilla is still skeptical of Damien and his weapons, but he lets it slip that he’s Blessed and he knows true evil. he know they aren’t evil and he won’t hurt them, but if she attacks another innocent human, such as himself, well.... he will likely find out about that and will not be happy.
But then Rilla is all excited, because she’s never met a Blessed human, they’re very rare and their magic is unique and interesting so now she wants to ask him all kinds of questions and Damien is like “seriously, you go from wanting to kill me to wanting to study me? you’re a madwoman” and Rilla is like “kinda yeah. I also became a vampire just to stay with my beloved forever” and Damien’s like “that’s actually quite sweet” and Arum is like “WHAT is happening”
and THATS how they get together. Lmao.
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“I was struck by lighting, walkin' down the street. I was hit by something last night in my sleep. It's a dead man's party who could ask for more? Everybody's comin', leave your body at the door. Leave your body and soul at the door!”
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DARK REALM
Here at the Fright Fest Scare Park, you have found yourself entering one of the many fortresses of the evil Helvog Empire that remain scattered across the Dark Realm territories. Inside the Dark Realm are a variety of demonic beasts and evil angelic witches with an endless lust for pain.
Over many centuries the Helvog have been the source of endless despair on Fright Fest. Their effort to destroy the Gods of Zentus in the “Battle of Light” have only made their hate grow stronger. You and other humans have discovered the ScarePark portal to this horrifying region of Fright Fest and will most certainly die among these terrifying monsters too powerful to exist in our world.
DEADLANDS
Once the lively red light district of Modoc, now corpse gathering ground for Dr. Henry T. Callson. With the help of notorious bounty hunter Cyrus Lynch, whom Dr. Callson has hired to dig up the graves of the deceased, Callson has been able to continue his Fright Fest blood from below supernatural experiments.
If you catch Cyrus Lynch in the act, you may be the next corpse he gives to Dr. Callson.
ESCAPE THE MANOR
Dare to step inside and try to escape the horror of the Callson Manor. Built on a supernatural spring of ROYAL BLOOD, Doctor Callson has gone mad with the belief that drawing this blood from his well, combined with science and witchcraft, will ultimately bring his beloved daughter Clementine back to life.
Practicing on stolen rotting corpses from the graves in the town of Modoc, Dr. Henry T. Callson has spent countless hours creating and throwing aside dozens of vicious reanimated corpses. Some of the corpses slowly die a second death, others still roam the halls but all have found their souls forever trapped inside these manor walls.
His tormenting supernatural experiments continue…
KEEP OUT
In the once booming Mining town of Modoc, there was a child, a disturbed child by the name of Georgie Porgie. Georgie was a pudgy little fellow, who couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself. He scared the little girls in town and the neighborhood boys teased him…
“Georgie Porgie pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
When the boys came out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away.”
Arrested to his home, his parents tried to ease his affliction with dolls for him to play with, but one night, he broke out in a fit of rage, then came across Clementine Callson. She, nor Georgie, were ever heard from again. Story goes that he lives deep in the mines where he first buried her.
Make sure you don’t cross his path or he might bury you too.
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Pairing: MadaraTobirama
Word count: 2375
Chapter: 2/7
Summary: An accident at work leaves Tobirama blinded while his eyes are bandaged to heal from some rather nasty burns. Too busy with his own job to play the role of caretaker, wife too pregnant to place the burden on her, Hashirama calls upon his best friend Madara to stay with them and help Tobirama out in anyway he can. Madara isn't exactly thrilled to play babysitter but he can see an opportunity when one comes along; this may be the chance he's always waited for.
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It took a lot of patience to ignore the way Hashirama practically danced back and forth across the living room the entire time he was waiting for Madara to pack up his things. A couple of times he tried to give the idiot something to do to keep him busy and stop the pacing but each time he would get distracted half way through and text Mito to ask whether she had heard any terrible or worrisome noises coming from Tobirama’s room yet. The answer was always no and yet he refused to calm down.
Eventually Madara figured if there was anything else he needed he could always pop home and grab it even if he did have to take a cab. It wasn’t as though he were going to another planet for a couple of weeks, just halfway across the city. Hashirama leapt an alarming number of feet in to the air upon being told they could finally go and lunged for the door without even offering to help him carry his bags. Rather unusual from such a genuinely helpful person but Madara grudgingly admitted that it was sort of understandable right now. Sort of. It was still annoying and he would definitely make sure to mention it later.
After struggling down the hall to the only working elevator in his building and waddling across the underground with several bags dangling from his arms, clothes and toiletries and everything he needed to set up his work station, Madara was in no mood to chat once he finally collapsed in the car again. He spent the ride back across town with his head turned away, huffily watching the city go by while Hashirama blathered on about all the foods Tobirama wouldn’t want to eat. As if he cared about that. The ungrateful little shit would eat whatever Madara wanted to cook for him and he had better have a ’thank you’ ready. Just because he’d been sitting on some sort of unwanted feelings for the man for much too long now didn’t mean Madara had to be nice or anything, that wasn’t his job. At no point in his life did he remember signing anything that said he had to be nice.
They got back to Hashirama’s house in fairly good time and the first thing his friend did when they walked in was abandon Madara with his bags again to hurl himself up the stairs so he could make sure Tobirama had survived the single hour he’d spent unsupervised. Madara rolled his eyes and muttered evil things to himself as he struggled up the stairs as well, heading for what they always called a guest room despite it being specifically reserved for Madara should he ever wish to stay the night. He even had a picture of Izuna hung up on one of the walls, grinning stupidly and posing with some stupid random statue they had found in an airport just before his flight boarded.
As soon as Madara stepped back out in to the hallway with his well-worn laptop between both hands he could hear a very familiar voice growling in a tone he knew all too well; Hashirama must have just done something stupid. What else was new?
“I am fine, Anija! No! No, just go away, for the love of god! Wha- because I was sleeping! I don’t need anything if I’m sleeping so fuck off!”
“You don’t have to yell, I was just concerned!”
“No, you were being overbearing. As usual. I know I’m not one hundred percent right now but I’m hardly going to injure myself in my sleep when I’m not even moving!”
Madara snickered openly at the offended rage in the man’s voice. As much as he wanted to agree, he wouldn’t put it past anyone bearing the name ‘Senju’ to hurt themselves in their sleep. Genius status notwithstanding, Tobirama could be just as distractible as his brother and with just as disastrous results, case in point being the time he hadn’t wanted to put his book down on the walk to work and accidentally cast himself off a twenty foot bridge in to the river below. When the voices inside the bedroom quieted to a murmur Madara assumed things to be calming down and turned for the stairs, intending to scout out the living room for the perfect place to set up his work computer and all the associated paraphernalia.
“YOU WHAT!?”
The sudden yell almost made him toss his precious laptop over the railing. Madara scrambled to catch it as the door now just behind him slammed open and Tobirama’s figure filled the doorway.
He probably would have looked much more imposing if his eyes weren’t covered in thick bandaging that ran all the way around his head or if his hair hadn’t been sticking out wildly at all angles. Still an unfairly good look on him. Despite obviously knowing that he wouldn’t see anything he still swung his face from side to side like he was looking around until Hashirama very carefully inched around him and put both hands on his shoulders in a calming manner.
“Now, now! There’s no need to be so upset. He’s here to help!”
“You called Madara here to babysit me!?” The red on his cheeks would have looked quite fetching if the rest of his features weren’t twisted with clear distaste. Madara huddled his laptop a little closer with a scowl. He wasn’t that bad to have around!
“I didn’t say babysit,” Hashirama tried to placate his brother.
“Why can’t Mito help me around?”
Just opening his mouth to defend himself, Madara shut it again and wrinkled his nose. He loved a good argument as much as the next man but he was also well aware that fighting with Tobirama when the sour puss got up to high dudgeon like this usually ended up with him looking like a fool. For once in his life he could afford to be the bigger man here and just bow out to let the two brother argue. Just once though! And these idiots better appreciate his efforts because it was taking a lot of strength right now not to reach over and tug on a chunk of that soft, white, defenseless hair. The only thing stopping him was the knowledge that Tobirama probably didn’t even realize he was standing there and startling him probably wasn’t healthy right now.
“Mito is thirty-four weeks pregnant! She can’t be running up and down the stairs all the time and the stress of being responsible for you just wouldn’t be good for the baby right now, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make it sound like you’re a burden–”
“I’m blind but I don’t know how to be blind. Right now I am a burden.” Tobirama sighed and Madara remembered Hashirama saying that this had all been caused by an accident in his lab. Hopefully this situation would finally impress upon him the importance of actually following the safety protocols he was supposed to use in his job, no matter that he was ‘just close enough to a break through to fuck science up’.
“Well Madara doesn’t think you’re a burden, do you Madara?”
Hashirama offered him a friendly smile but it was the way Tobirama’s head once again began whipping from side to side that had Madara holding in a snort of laughter. “We’ll see,” he murmured.
“Shit,” Tobirama hissed under his breath, the red in his face no longer just from anger.
“Good to know my presence is appreciated,” Madara teased.
“No one in your life has ever appreciated your company as much as you appreciate your own, I’m sure.”
“Ooh snap!” Hashirama laughed until Madara's bitchy stare made him wither and giggle nervously. “What? People still say that, right? It was really popular for a while.”
Trying not to question his choice in friends for the millionth time, Madara removed himself from the conversation and headed downstairs. If Tobirama wanted to complain about him being here then he had no desire to stand there and listen to it. His time was better spent circling the living room and sitting in every available seat one by one to figure out where he’d have the least amount of screen glare while he worked. The couch felt best since it would also be closest to the coffee table where he could spread out his notebooks and set up the external hard drives he’d brought but he had to be sure. In all the years he had spent visiting this home he’d never had to properly set himself up before. It felt weird. Eventually two other pairs of footsteps followed him down at a much slower pace and Hashirama’s voice hailed him from the kitchen, encouraging him to abandon his laptop in front of the space he’d chosen.
A quaint little scene greeted him when he entered the room. Mito seemed to have gained several inches around her waist since the last time he saw her and she wasn’t carrying it very gracefully, legs braced in an uncomfortable-looking manner while her husband used his freakish height to lean around her belly for a kiss. Behind them, Tobirama had been deposited in a chair to face the wall. He probably didn’t much care where he sat since all he needed at the moment was his ears but it was still funny to see him facing the wall like he’d suddenly taken a deep interest in the terrible paint scheme.
“Good, you heard me!” Hashirama straightened and gestured for Madara to come closer. “I thought I’d give you a little tour so you don’t have to go looking for anything later! This is the stove–”
“Fascinating,” Madara interrupted him. From over in his corner Tobirama snorted.
“I’m just being thorough! So, this is where we keep the cups and things.”
Mito patted her husband on the shoulder as she waddled laboriously towards the fridge. “He knows where things are, dear. We’ve been living here for years and he comes over all the time. It’s good of you to worry, though.”
“But what about when he has to cook? He’ll need to know where all the pots and pans and things are!”
“You idiot, I make dinner for you guys all the time when you’re all working late. I do know where all your shit is!” Madara wondered if there was some kind of medical miracle that would let Hashirama give his eyesight over to his brother for a while. Clearly he was the one that needed a two week time out.
Flustered, Hashirama stood there looking around the kitchen as though he’d just realized that was true. Then he jumped when the pager on his hip went off at full volume. After checking it he looked back up with an apologetic shrug. “Any chance you’d be alright to make dinner for tonight? I was going to start cooking but apparently I’m needed at the hospital.”
“Get going,” Madara rumbled as an agreement. He looked away from the awkwardness of Mito trying to kiss her husband without spilling her juice or squishing their poor child.
“Make something tasty for them!” Hashirama called on his way to the front door. “And leave me some leftovers!”
Since no one else was speaking and no one seemed to be trying to leave the room either, Madara supposed both of his current housemates expected him to actually get down to cooking right this second. He listened to the purr of Hashirama’s car starting up again outside the window while he pulled open the cupboards to let his eyes roam over the contents. A quick check in the small chest freezer off in one corner revealed two kinds of fish, three cuts of beef, and a small glazed ham. For the two people who lived here full time. It really was a good thing they were rich if they were going to just let so much good food go bad before they could use it.
Knowing this was probably going to end in a fight, he asked, “Any requests?”
“Salmon,” Tobirama responded immediately.
“Chicken,” Mito rebutted. “And pickles. I want chicken and pickles.”
“A disgusting combination. Unfortunately we don’t have any chicken.” Madara shrugged, putting that idea to rest in his mind. Then he froze when Mito gave him a sharp look.
Enunciating each word very precisely, she repeated herself. “I want chicken and pickles.”
“I’ll order some fast food then, shall I?”
“Acceptable.” Nodding like an appeased queen, she waddled her way over to try and fit herself in to one of the kitchen chairs.
Frowning now with disappointment, Tobirama turned his eyeless stare in Madara's general direction with a plaintively hopeful, “Salmon?”
Madara leveled him with a sharp look that went entirely unnoticed, though it took him until Mito covered her mouth to hide her amusement for him to realize that. Then he huffed to cover his misstep and crossed his arms.
“I’ll order you a fish sandwich,” he said.
“That’s not the same at all,” Tobirama complained.
“Well it’s what you’re getting. If I’m ordering food for her then I don’t see the point in going to all the trouble of cooking as well.” God only knew that with his luck he wouldn’t cook enough for Mito but the smell of their dinner would give her a new craving. That was not a headache he wanted to deal with.
Leaning back against the kitchen counter, Madara pulled out his phone and opened the app for his favorite junk food place. They had a pretty decent chicken sandwich and the fish sandwich at least looked alright, though he’d never tried it himself, so he might as well get to enjoy his favorite burger at the same time. Knowing the two assholes across the room from him they would both fall on the food like animals as soon as it arrived and leave him to pay.
With that taken care of he was free to stare at the back of Tobirama’s head and wonder just what kind of madness he’d gotten himself in to by agreeing to stay here for a couple of weeks. Hashirama owed him big time for this.
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DSC 2.09, quick and dirty
Spoilery bullet review for “Project Daedalus” under the cut:
Pike might be feeling he is protecting Ash here; by keeping him isolated, he’s making sure that Ash can’t be suspected for anything happening afterwards, even if Ash is somewhat possessed or whatever Pike seems to suspect. Pike doesn’t trust Cornwell enough yet, she’s the one who hitched him formally to Section 31;
I nearly typed SL-31. Who here remembers the Pretender?
Cornwell is already done with Pike;
Cool science #1: sphere thingy for lie-detecting purpose;
I like that we are seeing more of Cornwell as a psychiatrist;
Michael batting for Ash. Even if I would have preferred the scene to actually include Ash, it’s interesting as a reminder that Pike wasn’t here for S1 and given what he knows about Ash and Section 31′s technology, he’s right to isolate him at least;
I do hope Michael doesn’t have to prove anything though, it’s a bit unnecessary;
It’s adorable that they don’t suspect from the start the video has been tampered with. Adorable!
*Root’s voice* I am always watching;
Aww, Tilly, thank you for your levity;
I have lots of things to say about how Discovery can never actually be on the run without flying back to the wings of Starfleet straight away because the show’s continuity prevent them from going fully rogue or even depicting Starfleet as evil (it’s mirror Lorca! it's the dictator's plan! it’s an evil AI!) and how it’s more than a bit frustrating to run into that wall each time;
Cool science #2: memory bank to accommodate Airiam!
great use of character’s POV btw, they’ve been doing cool stuff with lenses, they should chat with Leverage’s film crew;
the bridge crew’s interactions are ridiculously enjoyable, please more of this. Levity doesn’t detract from angst, it adds to it by contrast;
for example, Michael is experiencing nothing but conflict and lack of connection with Spock, while the crew is in synch like it has never been before, Spock connects with Stamets, and Cornwell and Pike find common ground;
Pike’s little crisis works quite well because it’s such a masculine thing to ask for validation in the middle of an actual crisis, and Cornwell resolves it in such a feminine manner;
*Selina Meyer’s voice* because of the axis of dick;
(I wish Philippa was there);
Michael’s way of dealing with Spock, given everything he went through, is hilariously aggressive and Sarek-ish;
Cool science #4: Nhan and her implants;
how great to have interactions between other characters though, it feels so much more lived in;
I am a bit mad that they did have the perfect set-up to have Nhan and Airiam talk about her implants without having Airiam literally explaining to Nhan what they were to her face (Airiam doesn’t know because limited space for information), but the AI probably isn’t that developed yet either;
*Pink Panther’s theme* Nhan enters bridge;
Aww, Airiam suspecting something is wrong with her and asking for Tilly’s help;
Oh, Spock, oh, Michael. Of course, brothers and sisters grow up with the same coping mechanisms, so they both attack and push as hard as they can right into the wound when they turn against each other;
Spock is still so very bloody rude;
Sonequa Martin-Green is ACTING;
Although I am fonder of her subtle expressions on the bridge when her façade cracks;
The whole section of the bridge working together to travel through the mine field is exactly what I expected from Star trek and I am happy;
And Cornwell is pretty much walking military propaganda here and nope;
Mary Wiseman is having the time of her life with her high ponytail while bridge acting, it’s a masterpiece;
Michael and her Sherlock Holmes moments are always a joy, “wait, a game!”;
(Sameen Shaw looks pointedly at the camera);
Spock and Stamets are a great combo, but… where’s Jett Reno?
L. when she walked behind me as I was watching: Stamets is just talking with a ball of hair ; there’s no face here, just hair;
this Spock does have a lot of hair:
Cool science #5: materializing in no-G + mag boots activating!
Tadudududu, they’re all dead;
I am a teensy bit disappointed the whole “WAS IT A GHOST” moment didn’t last longer and Saru conveniently had an explanation immediately after;
Patududududdudu, Control… It’s the System;
*PoI Control’s voice*: The Machine belongs to me;
Also Tilly having an answer to Pike’s question about Control’s intent right after he asked… argh, they could have reshuffled things a bit to avoid that;
again, I get it: plot needs moving and a lot is happening, but it’s distracting. Is it a gag?
Nhan looks amazing with her hair up;
EVIL ANDROID;
NHAN NO: please don’t kill her and her Chekhov’s augmentations;
Nope, that was an awkward slow-motion, please don’t do that;
The fight was good though. I’ve said it before, but I like how nasty it looks: the actors are really making it look like they are hitting hard and clumsily, especially here with their suits. It’s clever choreography;
Yes, please, ask Michael to kill you, she doesn’t need more trauma at all;
I wonder how and when Michael will be pushed to kill someone because the show has repeated the situation where Michael is asked to kill someone and spares them or someone else does it enough for it to be a trope;
Mary Wiseman is ACTING;
SMG is ACTING;
I don’t know how I feel about this unravelling of Michael. It’s worth it if the pay-off is huge and actually commits to change a lot of characters’ attitude toward her, but if it isn’t...
And Nhan saved the day, thank heavens, I guess she figured how to breathe all by herself?
Nhan, growling: WHY DIDN’T THEY PROGRAM MY SUIT WITH THE AIR COMPOSITION SUITABLE FOR MY LUNGS?
Tilly making sure Airiam goes with her favourite memories though. She’s a good friend;
A very strong episode, which leaves me immense hope for S3, as this writer is the show’s next season showrunner. Fantastic pacing (that whole mine field sequence!), with a slight psychological thriller edge, a nice mystery and creepy location, plus TONS of character work for a wide range of characters. Couldn’t look away from the screen. The emotional elements worked less than expected for me because certain aspects of the Airiam plot and the Spock/Michael conflict should have been sprinkled out over more episodes, but the thing is the writer made a great job of making it work with this time constraint;
Also, very cool that they never ever pulled the “several women on the team but never interacting with each other or only during one-on-one convos” trope. Most women were seen interacting in groups and the man was the isolated one. And when two men interacted without a woman it was to talk about relationships! Please let Michelle Paradise write all the episodes;
I won’t write my theories here because I am laughingly bad at them, but take note of the fact that Daedalus was the father of Icarus, the winged hero, so there’s that.
#j'en connais au moins un et peut-être aussi les trois autres#le premier c'est anatole#le second c'est croquignole#le troisième c'est barbemolle#le quatrième c'est encore anatole#star trek discovery spoilers#star trek discovery#spoilers#project daedalus#this was by far my favourite of the season#michelle paradise is excellent#i reference so many shows please send help#not that quick actually
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As a joke, I spent time categorizing the Akumas from Season 1 of Miraculous Ladybug of how ‘Valid’ the reason for their Akumatization was. Obvs Hawkmoth is the only one to blame but still. I only did Season 1 because I haven’t really watched more than the beginning of Season 2, and I can’t always get context from the episode synopsis.
Simple version:
Very Valid: The Bubbler, The Pharaoh, Chronogirl, Evillustrator, Dark Cupid, Horrificator, The Mime, Kung Food, Vanisher, Antibug, Puppeteer, Reflekta, Guitar Villain, Stoneheart, Bad Santa(I remember him being called ‘Bother Christmas’ but the wiki says ‘Santa Claws’)
Your emotions are valid, but this is a bit much Stormy Weather, Mr. Pigeon, Darkblade, Gamer
Bruh what the fuck: Animan, Simon Says, Copycat
You brought this on your own damn self: Lady Wifi, Rogercop, Pixelator, Princess Fragrance Volpina
Long Version:
Stormy Weather:
Lost a contest to be the weather forecaster. Of course she’s upset, but hey, someone has to lose.
Your emotions are valid, but this is a bit much (this whole category is basically for those upset at losing a contest)
The Bubbler
Nino just wanted to give his friend a birthday party, but Gabriel is a Dick.
Very Valid
The Pharaoh
Jalil was just ‘hey, this ancient artifact might be a magic spell? We live in a world of magic superheroes, so maybe it could work? How about we test it out?’, but his dad’s all ‘That’d be a waste of time and misuse of a valuable artifact’.
How’d you feel if you have an idea that’s not only cool but potentially groundbreaking for your field of work, but your dad says ‘no that’s dumb and you’re dumb for thinking it’?
Very Valid
Lady Wifi
I still have no idea how Alya thought Chloé could be Ladybug as they’ve been seen together a lot(also you have Chloé in class with her while Ladybug is out fighting an Akuma), so that was dumb mistake #1.
But she decided to break into Chloé’s locker and rifle through her stuff and even take pictures for ‘evidence’. Like, people blame Chloé for this, but if I found someone I barely know going through my locker and all up in my personal stuff, I’d probably insist on not only school punishment, but also drag in the cops to investigate if there’s been more stuff stolen from lockers recently, or if this girl is some stalker trying to steal my underwear or something.
You brought this on your own damn self
Chronogirl
an important and honestly really cool family heirloom she’s had for maybe half an hour is destroyed because Alya, Nino, Marinette and Adrien don’t have enough collective brainpower to think ‘a Pocket Watch can be held in a Pocket!!’
Very Valid
Mr. Pigeon
I understand his love for pigeons, but having a large flock on call to the local park is a problem. Dude needs some help.
Your emotions are valid, but this is a bit much
Evillustrator
While he shouldn’t have been drawing in class, his teacher was a bitch. She berates him loudly in front of the class, tells him(and everyone else) that this is why he’s failing science, insults his artwork and overall calls his passion worthless.
He loses some Validity Points for attacking Chloé instead of the teacher. Like, yeah, Chloé teased him about a crush, but she had nothing to do with why/how he got Akumatized, so he really should’ve drawn up something to punch the teacher. However, we’re judging the reason they got Akumatized, not what they did with that power.
Very Valid
Rogercop
Man should’ve just done his damn job. Chloé’s bracelet was missing, possibly stolen. Instead of looking into it he just gets all condescending with ‘are you sure you didn’t just miss it when you looked?’.
Like, okay, when Chloé accuses Marinette of stealing the bracelet he can’t just arrest her without proof. That’s fair. However! An expensive bracelet has gone missing and is possibly stolen, but since no one has left it must still be in the room. He should’ve at least done a basic bag check. (also, while we now she’s innocent, Marinette is a likely suspect as she had both motive and opportunity).
You brought this on your own damn self.
Copycat
This guy has some minor hero-crush on Ladybug. Like, while Chat did play up his relationship with her to scare him off, he doesn’t have the right to be upset about Ladybug being in a relationship with someone else. This is on the level of having a crush on a celebrity and sending hatemail to the celebrity's partner because ‘you don’t deserve them’.
Only things that stop him from being in the ‘you brought this on your own damn self’ category is that 1. Chat did play up the relationship(depending on the translation he either just implied it out outright lied but whatever) and 2. it’s understandable to be kinda sad about it, but not to this level.
Bruh what the fuck
Dark Cupid
Kim got rejected by his crush on Valentine’s Day. Heartbreak isvery understandable.
His reason is 90% valid, but he does lose points since, well, what was Chloé supposed to do? Sure, she could’ve been nicer, but she still doesn’t like him back so he would’ve been heartbroken anyway. Only way to avoid this would be for her to say yes to dating him, but ‘I’m saying yes to your advances because I don’t want you to go evil’ is kinda, uh, fucked up.
Very Valid
Horrificator
She is scared! Leave her alone!
Some Valid Points are lost because I have to ask ‘if you’re so easily frightened why are you playing the lead in a horror movie where you knew going into it that you’d get too scared to actually act?’, but I’m going to assume that she figured her fear wouldn’t be that bad when she knows exactly when the scare is coming and can see the ‘film crew’ in her peripheral vision, but just overestimated herself. So leave her alone!
Very Valid
Darkblade
He lost the Mayoral election and the reporters are bugging him about it. Understandable, but also, like, my dude you’re in politics. You gotta know that this’l happen.
Your emotions are valid, but this is a bit much
The Mime
His coworker sabotaged him to take his place in the show. Hell yeah are you gonna be upset!
Very Valid
Kung Food
While it does fit with other ‘losing the contest’ categories, he lost due to sabotage.
Very Valid
Gamer
Max lost a game tournament. Or, lost the tournament to be in the tournament. While I will call Marinette out on her reason for entering the competition, she didn’t cheat to win or anything. She and Adrien are just better at the game, and Max was upset about that.
Your emotions are valid, but this is a bit much
Animan
Local zookeeper gets upset because... some dumbass teenager is saying ‘if I had to race a panther I totally could!’??? Like, yeah, Kim is wrong about being able to outrun a panther. But why is this something to get upset about? I’d just roll my eyes and ignore it?
Bruh what the fuck
Vanisher
Fighting with close friends, especially fights that break the friendship, suck.
Very Valid
Antibug
She felt betrayed by her Hero. Chloé adores Ladybug, has tried to be helpful to her(even if it doesn’t really work). When she overhears Ladybug tell Chat what she really thinks about Chloé, that she’s just a liar not worth listening to, it crushes her.
Very Valid.
Puppeteer
Her mom’s kind of a bitch. Like, Marinette made a bunch of dolls for Manon to play with, but her mom’s like ‘no you already have too many toys’. Who says that to a kid? Like, if the kid was begging for an expensive new toy then sure, but a free gift that’s already there? Why turn it down???
When Marinette gives Manon one of the dolls anyway, her mom accuses the kid of stealing it, then confiscates the doll and says she’ll be punished for it. As she didn’t steal it, she’s extra upset that she’s being punished for something she didn’t do.
Very Valid
Reflekta
Not only does Juleka have an ongoing issue with being photographed, but Chloé decides to be a bit bitchy about it.
Very Valid.
Guitar Villain
You have Jagged Stone, an awesome rock and roll star, but his manager says ‘hey, if you want to be relevant and keep making money, be more like this teen pop star!’. Said teen pop star then proceeds to insult Jagged’s entire existence and love for music. Boy’s lucky Jagged got Akumatized instead of just marching down to the news station and kicking his ass.
Extra awesome points for not only having a pet crocodile, but having the crocodile become a freaking Dragon!
Very Valid
Pixelatior
Creepy paparazzi stalker dude gets called out and then kicked out, yet instead of doing some self-reflection and realizing how fucked he is, he gets Akumatized instead.
You brought this on your own damn self.
Princess Fragrance
Rose, you’re sweet and I love you but this is not your best moment. Don’t spray strong perfume in the middle of class, especially science class. And this entire plan hinged on asking Chloé to deliver the letter? I know you want to believe the best in everyone, I do too. But even as someone who loves Chloé and would have written her being nicer there, that was a dumb thing to plan on as the only route. Just put the letter in the mail.
I really want to be nice to Rose, but this was a dumb plan, and I might be a bit biased about her spraying a bunch of strong perfume in the middle of science class because if I was there I would’ve been dying.
You brought this on your own damn self.
Simon Says
Honestly this is the Gameshow’s fault. Gabriel wasn’t even really being a dick about it. A bit hypocritical, but not a dick.
Like, you have a gameshow where they get a random Important Person on video camera to challenge a contestant? The hypnotist gets paired with a video call to Gabriel Agreste, and they’re like ‘hey dude, this guy’s gonna try to hypnotize you and you have to resist’. Gabriel’s just like ‘fuck no. I don’t want to do that goodbye.’, which counts as a disqualification? The people running that gameshow should’ve either planned in advance to get someone willing to be hypnotized, or they should’ve gone for calling the next on the list until someone agrees to play.
While the hypnotist is right to be upset, that gameshow is a fucking train wreck and he should be mad at them instead of the dude who didn’t want to be hypnotized.
Bruh what the fuck
Volpina
Girl lies for attention, tries to manipulate a boy into a relationship(which is dubious consent at best), and then gets upset when someone calls her out on it. Bitch.
You brought this on your own damn self
Stoneheart
First time he was being taunted by his crush. Second time is because people are (understandably) worried about if he’s going to turn into a rock monster again.
Very Valid
‘Bother Christmas’/Santa Claws/Pire Noël
Santa kindly gives a kid a ride home, because Adrien decided to hang out in the snow without even a jacket. Next thing he knows, Ladybug’s trying to kick his ass. I’d be upset too.
Very Valid
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