What is your favorite Devilish/Evil Child?

Zoelisha Bertha

Thoughts About "Clean Slate"

Obviously, I have thoughts.

And they're mostly about Kim/Ron.

More specifically, the fact that Kim doesn't remember the fact that she and Ron are dating.

Even more specifically, he reaction to being told they're dating.

Ron: No, not to worry. I’ll have KP back in time for dinner. After school I’ll give her a refresher around Middleton. It’ll be like a second first date.

Kim: Are you hitting on me?

Ron: Um, Kim, we are dating. I’m your boyfriend.

Kim: Boyfriend? Oh, wait, you’re serious?

So, here we have Kim finding the idea of her dating Ron amusing. She doesn't take it seriously, and doesn't seem interested in the idea.

I realize that Kim can't remember anything at the moment, and thus she's not really acting like herself.

But it's kind of unfair that Ron is the last thing Kim remembers.

Ron, who should be the most important person in Kim's life.

Ron, who is certainly the most integral person in Kim's life.

Ron, who is the biggest constant in Kim's life, the person she's spent the most time around, and she doesn't remember dating him until the end of the episode.

And it's annoying when we get scenes like this:

Ron: Hey, just take it slow, Kim. Nothing to worry about. You’re among friends.

Bonnie: Unh. Just learned to walk, K?

Ron: Except for Bonnie!

Kim: Bonnie? Oh, Bonnie! She and I are on the same cheer squad, right? So we’d be friends.

Monique: Ron, Wade told me. Lost memory. How’s she doing?

Ron: Eh, a little sketchy in some areas, particularly relationships. You know, she needs to remember things on her own, so don’t expect Kim to just--

Kim: Monique? Monique! I remember you! The first time I met you was at Club Banana. We’re, like, best friends.

Ron: Now, you can’t tell me that you don’t remember Bueno Nacho.

Kim: How could I forget? The center of the cheese and chip universe. Home of the naco and managed by Ned.

Ron: How is it you remember everything but the fact that we’re a couple?

Kim: Couple of what?

Ron: People who are dating.

Kim: Are you sure that we were dating? I mean sometimes people read a little more into things than they should, right?

Ron: OK, look, photo evidence, K.P.

Kim: Oh, wait a minute.

Ron: Prom, dancing, the kiss.

Kim: You called me in the middle of the night once to ask about us dating.

Ron: Yes!

Rufus: Yeah!

Kim: Then you said I melted.

Ron: No, ok, no, that was just a dream.

Kim: So we were dating in a dream you had?

Ron: Well, yes, in the dream, but also--

Kim: Why is my watch beeping?

Ron: Wade.

Kim: Hi, uh, Wade?

Ron: How did you remember his name?

Kim: You just said it.

Ron: Oh, right.

Wade: How are you doing, Kim?

Kim: Wade? Oh, Wade! Better. I’m starting to remember stuff.

Ron: Wait, wait, wait, wait! Shego, you tell her. Kim and I are dating, right?

Shego: What? For real? Oh, come on. That never made any sense to me. I mean--

Ron: See? That wasn’t a no. Unh.

Kim: Glowing hand. Glow…Go…Shego!

Wade: Ron? Ron fought Shego? Alone?

Kim: Well, I don’t know if fought is the right word.

Ron: Sure it is. I fought. Fought for my life.

Wade: Well, hopefully this will help Kim remember her fighting skills.

Kim: Cheer practice?

Wade: Well, so far all of your memories have been triggered by some event or meeting. Good luck.

Bonnie: Hello? Late for practice much?

Ron: OK, don’t let Bonnie get to you and whatever you do, don’t listen to anything she says. You’ll be fine.

Bonnie: I don’t know what your problem is, Kim. I knew this would happen when you started dating Naco Boy.

Ron: Aha, Kim, you see? Do you see? I’m Naco Boy.

Kim: Yeah, I shouldn’t listen to what Bonnie says.

It's not fair that Kim can't remember dating Ron, her best friend of 10+ years, someone who is extremely important to her, until he loses his pants again.

She remembers everything about Monique after just running into her in the halls.

She vaguely remembers Bonnie after running into her, and gets her full memory of Bonnie, including a complicated cheer routine, back after one try.

She remembers Bueno Nacho by just showing up.

She remembers Wade after a phone call.

She remembers Shego as soon as her hands start glowing.

And she remembers Drakken and how to fight before she even goes to confront him again.

But she can't remember Ron until the end of the episode?

This is unfair to everyone.

Especially since Kim is, for some reason, so resistant to the idea of them dating.

I mean, I guess I can understand not immediately believing you're dating some random guy, but Ron's not some random guy.

Kim still remembers their friendship, and trusts him on everything else.

But she doesn't accept that they're dating.

She won't even consider the idea.

And, if dating Ron was as important to her as cheerleading, fighting Shego, hanging out with Monique, or going to Bueno Nacho, shouldn't something have triggered her memory earlier?

Especially since Ron is involved in pretty much every aspect of Kim's life?

But, no, she doesn't remember until he loses his pants.

Not riding on the back of his scooter, which she did during the Li'l Diablos incident which, coincidentally, was the same day they started dating.

And did several other times before Kim got her own car.

Not going to Bueno Nacho, which they do all the time.

Not cheerleading, which Ron happens to be kind of involved in as the mascot.

Not even seeing Ron, which was enough for her to completely remember Monique and Wade (over video!) and kind of remember Bonnie.

No, the only thing that triggers Kim's memory of Ron is that he loses his pants.

And the fact that nothing but Ron losing his pants triggers her memory of them dating, implies that, on a subconscious level, that's how she views Ron.

Not as her boyfriend, but as her clumsy, bumbling, inept sidekick who's always losing his pants.

And everyone - Kim, Ron, us viewers - deserved better.

The Banana Club Auditions

Audition 2: Steve "Captain America" Rogers

04/28/2022

Pairing: stripper!Steve Rogers x strip club owner!reader (2nd person)

Word Count: 3,479

Warnings: virgin!Steve, unprotected sex, language

Summary: Money is awfully tight ever since Steve Rogers has left the army. Luckily, his friend Bucky knows a place where people will appreciate his talents.

A/N: Here we go again. This is especially for you, @ashesofblackroses.

Picture by Martin Führer via Twitter

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Audition song: Like it by Bandits

You had been very reluctant to meet this applicant after everything Bucky had told you about him. His personality, which had been described to you as shy but very sweet, didn’t really seem ideal for this kind of business, but if your left hand recommended him, he couldn’t be a total misfit. So you had suggested he could stop by on a busy night to take a look at the club first. 

It wasn’t unusual that men decided to visit your club and enjoy the display of premium beef as well, but you recognised him immediately when he stepped through the door. It was probably a little unfortunate from his point of view to enter the establishment right in the middle of Jake Wyler’s famous banana split number and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling as you watched his forehead crease. 

Bucky had been right, he was cute, and he had potential. Especially his Dorito shaped chest would surely make the ladies go wild and you could already see him rip that tight white Henley he was wearing from his body. No, probably too bold for a shy fellow like him. Maybe someday, when his confidence had grown a little, but for the beginning something sensual would fit him better. 

Your inspection from afar must have caught his attention because he turned and his cerulean eyes found yours. Shy or not, he certainly had balls, you thought, as he refused to look away while you made your way over to him.

“Steve? Steve Rogers?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Firm handshake. Promising. “I’m here for the…um…audition.”

He was trying so hard to keep his voice steady, but the slight twitch of his full lips gave him away. And when you shot him a cheeky smile, his face lit up in an enticing shade of pink. This was going to be fun.

“Why don’t we go somewhere more private?”

You led him into one of the cozy lounges that were usually reserved for private dances and as the heavy velvet curtain fell closed behind you, the blaring music and high-pitched cheers stayed outside. Steve just stood there, a little lost, reminding you of a deer caught in the headlights. He needed to relax, otherwise this audition would be over before it had even begun.

“Please, have a seat.” You gestured towards the black sofa while you pulled a simple wooden chair from the corner and sat opposite him. “So, Steve, Bucky already told me a little about you. You’ve never worked as a male entertainer before, have you?”

“No, ma’am.” His fingers began to fiddle, his shoulders tightening. “Does that disqualify me already?”

You granted him a soft smile and even before you spoke, most of the tension subsided. “Not necessarily, no.” He managed to return your smile, and the way he looked at you from underneath his extraordinarily long lashes made your walls clench in the most delicious fashion for a moment. “It’s not ideal though. You will need to convince me that you’re really up for this.”

His eyes went wide when he saw his chances dwindle. “I am. I absolutely am. Please, I really need this job.”

Bucky had already implied as much. From what you understood, they had both been serving in the army together, but seeing the latest developments in the world, they had begun to ask themselves whether they were still fighting for the right cause. After quitting, it had been hard to find a job that brought enough money. That’s when Bucky had decided to join your squad and now it seemed as if he had finally convinced his best friend to give it a try as well.

“Would you be up for giving me an impression of your performing skills?"

His Adam’s apple bobbed hard on his strong neck as he averted his gaze to weigh your request in his mind and when his eyes found yours again, something had changed. Slowly he stood, holding out his large hand to you. Your lips spread into a wide grin as you understood and let him manoeuvre you onto the sofa that still held his warmth. 

“May I provide some music?” you asked while he put the chair back into the corner.

“You’re the boss,” he answered, a crooked smile playing on his pretty lips. He was too cute for his own good.

Soon, the first beats of the song wafted through the small room. He positioned himself right in front of you, his body looking even more impressive from this angle. You couldn’t wait for him to begin. The first sway of his hips was almost imperceptible, but with every passing second he grew more confident. You forced down a smile when you noticed some of Bucky’s signature movements in his performance. He had taught him well, even if it needed a little more practice, but they just weren’t him. 

But as soon as his hands found the hem of his Henley, you brushed that thought aside. Biting the inside of your cheek, you watched as he pulled it up above his head and revealed his sculpted chest in one go. Too fast, way too fast, and a bit clumsy, but a few sessions with The Teacher would surely fix that. 

Still, his physique held a magic of its own and you couldn’t deny the electricity pulsing through your core as you watched the waves of his stomach roll in the dim light. He was so eager to please, that little soldier boy, but he was too focused on impressing you to keep his performance smooth when it came to baring the lower half of his body. It took him quite a while until he had shimmied out of his jeans and stood before you in nothing but his briefs, and as promisingly as it had started, your pussy was almost as dry as the Sahara after watching his awkward fidgeting. 

With a tap of your finger, the music died away and Steve stilled. Instinctively his hands shielded his crotch from view and you knew that his confidence had withered away with the music.

“I blew it, didn’t I?” His teeth sank down into his lip adorably, reviving your lifeless nether regions instantly.

“Come closer.”

Without the slightest hint of hesitation, he obeyed your will, goosebumps decorating his whole body as you touched his arms to turn him around. There it was, you thought triumphantly. The lines of red and white had not just been a mere illusion, coaxed from your delusional mind when he had pushed the jeans down to reveal the two perfectly rounded globes that were now mere inches from your face.

“What’s that?”

His head turned to find out what you were asking about and you had never seen the colour drain from a face this fast. 

“Nothing.” Steve was quick to cover his left cheek with his massive hand.

“If you want to work for me, Steve, you will have to show your behind to more than just this one pair of eyes.”

An audible gulp reached your ears, but then his hand fell to his side again. You were already reaching out, when you thought better of it.

“May I?”

His lips parted for an answer, but in the end all he could muster was a silent nod. You might have just imagined it, the tiny whimper that left his mouth as your fingers dove underneath the white cotton, gliding along his velvety skin until they secured the fabric in place between his cheeks. Before you the star spangled banner was waving proudly on the defined muscle, twitching a little as your fingers examined it carefully.

“That must have hurt an awful lot.”

Steve shrugged. “A bet is a bet.”

“Did you at least get back at Barnes for this?” You looked up at his confused face, a mischievous smile decorating your lips.

“How did you…?” He sighed. “That’s not how a bet works.”

“Isn’t it? What a shame.” You pulled the cotton back into place before you sank against the backrest of the sofa once again. “I would have known the perfect way for a payback.”

“Oh?” Steve turned and he seemed to have forgotten his chasteness for a moment, his huge bulge on display, unconcealed, right before you. 

Pushing yourself to the edge of the sofa, you were so close to him now that he would feel your breath rolling over his bare skin. It wouldn’t have taken much to close the gap and let your mouth explore his toned stomach, taste him, devour him. But you had other plans for him.

In slow motion you stood, your clothes and a few neglectable molecules of air now the only barrier between you and him, and it had never been harder to keep your composure than the exact moment you felt his breath hitch in his throat.

“Tell me, Steve, and be honest. You want me, don’t you? I’ve seen that look in a man’s eyes before.” And there it was again, the undeniable blush in his cheeks, soft rose turning into deep pink. Careful not to touch him, you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes, your lips now dangerously close as your words found his ear in a whisper, “I’ve seen it in Bucky’s eyes as well. And yet he never even got close to what I’m offering you now, Stevie.”

You hadn’t expected him to agree right away. He wasn’t that kind of guy. But his growing reserve irritated you. Should you have misread the signs so completely?

“Shame.” You stepped around him, giving him some space and putting him out of his misery. “You’re hired anyway. The ladies will go feral when you blush like a virgin for them.”

“No!”

You whipped around. “No? I’m sorry, but I’m a little confused here. You did come here because you want to work for me, right?”

“I did. I do. I want to work for you.” 

God, he would surely kill you one day with his adorable puppy demeanour. You only hoped you wouldn’t regret this.

“Great. I see you tomorrow then. Bucky will show you around and tell you how things work here.”

You had already made it to the curtain, the soft velvet brushing against your palm when you heard the dull sound of hurried footsteps on the carpet. Warm fingers wrapped around your wrist, his touch sparking a promising tingle that rushed through your body in waves of white heat.

“Please wait.”

As soon as you turned, his hand set you free. You wished it hadn’t.

“Is there anything else?”

Eyes fixed on the ground, his cheeks took the darkest shade of pink you had seen tonight. 

“There…there is actually.”

You hadn’t thought it possible, but his nervous stammering made him even more adorable. So you hadn’t misread the signs at all, and your heart fluttered in excitement as you imagined the delight that lay ahead of you. But he had to pay the price and say it, otherwise you would turn and walk away. Someone else would have to sate your desire then, even though it would be nowhere near the same. And under your expectant gaze, he finally broke.

“I want to take the other offer as well.” Once the words had left his lips, his eyes found yours again, big and shiny. “But not as a payback. I—”

“God, you’re cute,” you shut him up and before he could say anything he might regret tomorrow, your hand found his neatly shaved cheek and pulled him in for a tender kiss. He tasted sweet, just like you had imagined, soft lips moving unhurriedly with yours until you could feel him let go completely and the sonorous sound of his moan echoed through your entire body. 

“Will you sit down for me again?” He did, his attentive eyes never leaving you, not even to blink, while he watched you put on the same song again. Your body was already moving to the rhythm as you took your place right in front of him and began to unbutton your blouse. In the past, you had done this a thousand times, but that seemed like a million years ago now when you felt the familiar rush of excitement speed through you, heightened to infinity under his hungry gaze. 

The piece of silk clothing hadn’t even joined his garments on the floor, but what you had done so far had been more than enough to leave a visible effect on him. You licked your lips, thighs clenching, your pussy begging for some friction as your eyes followed the prominent outline that strained the white cotton. You knew he was tortured by the same burning need to feel you, all of you, and by the time the last item of red lace hit the ground, you took pity on his poor briefs.

“Your turn,” you ordered and he lifted his hips to bare himself to you completely. “My, my, will you look at that.”

He was gorgeous, if that term had ever applied to a penis. But it was. And it was yours for tonight.  

Steve didn’t move as you drew closer, placing each knee on the sofa next to one of his massive thighs. The poor guy was concentrating so hard to avoid looking at all the areas of your body his primal instincts wanted him to ravish that he forgot to breathe.

“Go ahead. Touch me.”

He did, slowly, cautiously, finally releasing that breath with a shiver he had been holding for so long when his fingers made contact with your belly. His touch was innocent and even though he gradually allowed himself to explore your body, it was obvious that he spared all the parts you needed him to caress most. And then it clicked.

Gently you grasped his chin and forced him to look at you.

“Steve, am I the first woman for you?”

He swallowed hard, his beady eyes already giving him away before he managed to affirm your suspicion with a single nod. You leaned down, trying your best to kiss his insecurity away while your hand found his blindly and brought it up to your breast. He moaned into your mouth, his desire so pure and unadulterated it coaxed a sigh from your own lips.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes,” he licked his lips, his voice deep and hoarse. “It’s so soft.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle about the way he marvelled at your chest as if he had just discovered the eighth Wonder of the World. If it was, then his chest surely was the ninth, you mused, as you allowed yourself the same pleasure you granted him. He was built like a god. A virgin god. All that strength combined with such innocence. Irresistible.

Inch by inch, you lowered yourself onto his lap until his impressive member rested perfectly in between your folds. You had almost feared it would be too much too soon when his eyes fell closed and he released a heady groan as your rich juices glazed his cock. In an attempt to bring him back to you, your hands cupped his cheeks.

“Can you feel what you are doing to me, Stevie?”

You pressed your lips to his, tongue gliding along the plush pillows until he finally regained control over his body and opened up to you. You were eager to deepen the kiss, to taste him, to learn him in detail. And so was he, it seemed, pulling you closer, fingers digging into your shoulders to lock you in place. 

You used the way he lost himself in your kiss to adjust your hips until you felt him press against your entrance and without a warning, you took him in, your slick allowing you to spear yourself in one swift motion.

He broke away from your lips with a hiss as you enjoyed the way his sheer size filled you, a perfect fit. There was nothing you wanted more than to move, to feel him glide along your walls, until he would find your favourite spot and brush against it with every roll of your hips. But you forced down the desire to pleasure yourself with his delicious hardness and gave him a moment to compose himself. 

Your lips left light kisses all over his neck, allowing you to feel his racing pulse whenever they touched the prominent vein that decorated it. But then his body came to life, his fingers pressing into your behind impatiently.

“Please,” he whined and the neediness in his tone finally granted him your mercy.

Slowly you moved, probing, testing, observing his reactions carefully as to not spoil this for the both of you. For a while, he let you take full control, enjoying the way you steadily rode him, still trying to cope with the overwhelming sensation of a woman wrapped around him. But the second his eyes fell open, you knew he wanted more. 

One arm wrapped around your back, he pulled you against his mouth, lips latching onto your nipple without shame. He licked your sensitive bud, sucking, biting, pleasuring you until you gasped for air. As if he had been waiting for this exact moment, it was then that his other hand tightened its grip on your behind to pull you further onto him. You cried out as you could feel him deep inside your stomach, but instead of continuing the sweet torment, he stopped. 

“Did I hurt you?”

Pained eyes looked up at you, full of honest concern, and if he wasn’t the newest member of your team, you swore you would have been in great danger of falling for this sweet, sweet boy. Brushing away a stray lock of his golden hair from his forehead, you soothed his anguish with a featherlight kiss.

“No, don’t worry. You’re making me feel so good, Stevie.”

You rolled your hips to get him going again, and he was eager to take over, guiding you up and down his shaft, a little deeper, a little faster, until he had found a rhythm that felt perfect for both of you. Surely, it wouldn’t take long for him to find his release, and you were keen on finding your own with him. So you let your hand glide down your stomach until it vanished in between your bodies. Steve watched you, fascinated by the way you pleasured yourself on top of him and it was the mixture of heavenly pressure on your clit and the feeling of being watched that tightened the knot inside of you faster than ever. 

“Steve,” you moaned his name as he grew larger inside you, “come with me.”

You sped up your hips, riding him now for all he was worth while he held you, making sure you wouldn’t fall in the heat of the moment. But then he pulled you down onto him, one last time, and you felt the hot streams of his release fill you while your walls clenched down on him in the rapture of your own high, milking him relentlessly until he had nothing more to give. 

As the waves slowly subsided inside of you, you found your arms wrapped around his shoulders, his face buried against your chest. The gruff frenzy of ecstasy dissolved in the peak of your union, his touch held nothing but tenderness as his hands gently eased up and down your back. He shot you a placid smile as his face resurfaced from its luxurious resting spot and you didn’t resist as he pulled you towards him for a kiss that could even sway the most guarded of hearts. 

Enough, you thought, pulling your armour back up and with a last kiss to his forehead you stood. Without a word, you gathered your clothes and made your way over to the secret door that lay hidden behind the dark wallpaper in the wall opposite the curtain. But you could feel yourself slow as you imagined the confused puppy look on his face. You couldn’t do this to him.

“You coming?”

You turned, just in time to see the wounded expression give way to irritation and it needed another of your cheeky smiles to chase away the last clouds of doubt. His face was beaming with joy as he followed you, picking up his clothes on the way. 

“Where are we going?”

“To take a shower, Captain.”

Halfway through the door, he stopped.

“Captain?”

“Yeah, I thought Captain America might be a good stage name for you.” You grinned, grabbing the side of his behind that had earned him his new title firmly. “America’s Ass would work as well. What do you think?”

He didn’t tell you what he thought. There was no need to, and you couldn’t help but adore little Stevie as his cheeks began to turn pink again.

Audition 3: Napoleon “The Gourmet” Solo

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Chapter 6 of Possible-y Utah

Chapter 6 - Pool Party II She rolled up the belted overalls and her white croptop in a ball with the sneakers on top and put them on the sofa.

"You got anything to drink, Monique?" Kim asked.

"Some soda, juice, or milk, Kim. Mom's got it all laid out." Monique said, pointing to the refreshments.

Kim got herself a diet soda and headed on outside to soak up the sun's rays. She closed her eyes and laid down face first on the pool chair.

(25 minutes later)

After getting a good slight tan, Ron came up to her seat.

"Hey, KP! You're missing out on the fun!" he exclaimed.

As it turned out, he added goggles, an inner tube, and flippers to his feet.

"Ron..." Kim groaned, "...Monique's pool is big, but we aren't at the beach this summer yet!"

"I wanna soak it all in!" he replied, "Even Rufus is getting in on the act!"

Rufus giggled and put on his small goggles over his beady eyes.

"Rufus?! Is he going to go off the diving board in the deep end?" she questioned. Kim pointed to the deep half of Monique's pool that was at least 12 feet deep. That area had a diving board and slide.

"You bet your Nacos that he is, KP!" Ron grinned.

"That's so him!" Kim chuckled.

"So what do you think is going to happen in our senior year?" Ron then questioned.

"You know what? It is a really big question!" Kim exclaimed. "Considering that we're going to get a lot of our starters back on the football team for the upcoming season, we could make it all the way to State."

"Aww...man!" Ron complained, "My arms are sooo tired from last season!"

It was a longstanding tradition at Middleton High since the 1960s that the Mad Dog mascot must perform pushups on all the points the Mad Dog football team has scored through the course of a game.

"Ron, you need to do this for the team!" Kim insisted, "We need that edge after our Mad Dog football team got eliminated in the second round of the playoffs."

Ron took a deep breath and said, "The pushups are one tradition of the Mad Dog that I wish that can do without...but since you are my BFGF, I am going to do them in your honor!"

"Thank you, Ron, for the support!" Kim replied with a smile before turning her entire body around. "Oh and also, can you rub the sunscreen on my back? I don't want to get a really nasty sunburn!"

"Much obliged, KP!" Ron said in grabbing the sunscreen from the bag. He took out the sunscreen, squirted it a few times, and began to rub his girlfriend's back.

A familiar snarky voice came upon Monique's backyard.

"Out of my way, everyone! The Queen B is here!"

"Oh no..." she muttered, "Not now...please not now"

Bonnie then opened up the gate to the backyard, and she was in a two-piece bathing suit that accentated her figure. However, she wasn't the only one with her.

Another girl also came through the gate. She had blonde hair, light green eyes that were covered by her oversized sunglasses, and, like Bonnie, was in a bikini. The thing that attracted people most was the jewelry with solid gold hoop earrings, four bangles, five rings. She also had her nose and both ears pierced.

"What do you want this time, Rockwaller? You're blocking my sun!" Kim snarked at the brunette.

"Just the usual, Possible! Annoying you and Stoppable like always!" Bonnie replied with a smirk, standing right in front of the sun.

"You know that you haven't been invited to the party!" Kim snarled.

"Yeah!" Ron agreed, "Party crasher!" Rufus gave a raspberry at her.

Monique turned around and saw the three arguing.

"Uh, excuse me, Bonnie, but may I remind you that you and...whomever your friend is...need to leave!" the fashionista insisted.

"But we only just got here, Monique!" Bonnie cackled. "And actually, we did receive two invites from Hope, whom emailed me the copies!"

Kim glared at Hope.

"Sorry, Kim, but Bonnie has been my friend. I just cannot say no to anything she asks me..." Hope whimpered.

"Whatever." Kim sighed at Hope before turning her attention to Bonnie. "Just don't act like a fool for at least a couple hours, Rockwaller. This is Tamara's last party before she leaves for college! And who is your new friend here?"

Bonnie snickered and loudly announced to everyone!

"Girls...and the loser Mad Dog mascot..." she decreed while Ron seethed at her.

"I present to you the newest prospective member of the Mad Dog cheer squad! Rebecca Starlet! She just recently moved from the rich upper crust of Upperton and her family owns the Starlet Oil Company which is worth about $7 billion!"

"Seven billion?!" Ron exclaimed as his jaw dropped.

"That's correct, Stoppable!" Bonnie snarked, "She's like the heiress to the comapny!"

"So that explains all the bling she has on her..." Kim muttered. "Country CB, I would guess?"

"Yep, Possible!" Bonnie replied, still grinning at the glimmer of gold all over Rebecca's body. "She only shops the finest stores and not any peasant dumps like Club Banana!"

"Only sore losers would even wear those fashions that would be dumped into the local Smarty-Mart..." Rebecca snarked before looking at Tara, "...and for those rats that only work minimum wage at the local Cow N' Chow!"

Monique gasped at what Bonnie and Rebecca said about both her and Tara. She clenched her fists, ready to punch them!.

"You take that back, girl, before I am going to pound both your faces in!"

Kim and Jessica held her back before any punches could be thrown.

"We can't fight her now, Monique! Not in public! Not now!"

Monique relented before unclenching her fists. "Someday...karma will shove you right in the face..." she muttered.

Rufus also growled at Rebecca.

"Seems like Rufus doesn't like you on first impressiosn!

"Monique, you never cease to amaze me!" Bonnie chuckled.

"Why thank you, Bonnie, for introducing me to the rest of your squad!" Rebecca replied as she removed her sunglasses. "I hope to contribute to next year's team as we root-root for the Mad Dogs! Oh, and we're going on shopping trips to the World's Richest Mall!"

Kim gasped. "Only the uber-rich visit that place!"

"That's correct...um...what's your name again?" Rebecca asked.

"The name's Kim Possible. Perhaps you have heard my name in the news?" Kim asked, huffing.

"Oh yeah, the stupid crop-top cargo-pants wearing weirdo fighting other weirdoes!" Rebecca taunted.

"I guess you got all that info from Bonnie..." Kim muttered.

"From only the very best!" Rebecca replied before looking at her Club CB watch. "Oh, goodness, look at time! We should be at the salon for our 2pm mani-pedi!"

"Yeah, the both of us would stay and love to annoy you two losers, but we got an appointment to keep!" Bonnie snarked. "Kthanksbye!"

And with that, both Bonnie and Rebecca left Monique's backyard to go to the limousine.

"Ooooo! The nerve of Bonnie to insult me and my friends like that!" Kim shrieked, "And that super-rich so-called 'friend' of hers? I only wish if all that jewelry on her turned to rust!"

"KP! Just chillax! Don't let Bonnie and her rich girl-friend get to you!" Ron replied, "You got me and Monique to hang out all summer long! Plus, we won't have Barkin to push us around for the next two and a half months!"

Kim's frustrations with her rivalry with the Queen subsided...for now.

"Thanks, Ron. I really need to get my temper with Bon in check in time for the new school year." the redhead admitted.

"That's the spirit, girl!" Monique exclaimed.

"I know you can do it, Kim. Just clear the mind off of Bonnie and be in control!" Ron replied.

"Okay, sounds good to me!" Kim said as she sat back down on the pool chair.

"Relax and soak in the summer!" Ron said with a happy sigh, "It is going to be peaceful and quiet!"

got my hands on the old radio drama for banana fish (thanks so much @vashak!! 😭) so im gonna do some mindless liveblogging bc i miss doing that shit

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- their voices are KILLING ME

- okay you could say it's partly bc i'm used to their anime voices but i'm actually fine with eiji's voice! IT’S THE REST OF THEM THAT SOUND REALLY FUNNY

- especially marvin and arthur omg. i could not stop laughing when they showed up. i remember thinking anime!arthur sounded way too cool, but this version just went in the complete opposite direction

- ash's voice is a little deeper (?) than i expected. i don’t think that’s the right word for it but yeah... uchida yuuma's voice is closer to how i imagined it in terms of "youthfulness" but his is also a tad bit too "clean"...

- MEANWHILE MAX SOUNDS SO GRUFF AND MANLY LOL. now anime!max just sounds dopey in comparison

- i think the only person who doesn't make me feel like doubling over with laughter so far is dr. meredith, jenkins and eiji...

- skip sounds way too cute. son... 🥺

- the bgm when eiji and ibe first meet ash ADJHJDJSKFHKD 

- IT’S JUST HILARIOUS IN CONTRAST WITH THE EARLIER BG ROCK MUSIC

- omg now it sounds a bit like pokemon music

- eiji: CAN I TOUCH UR GUN ash: SURE *pokemon music*

- HAHA EIJI'S STUPID GIGGLE

- eiji: HEY CAN I ASK U SOMETHING ash: SURE eiji: HAVE U KILLED ANYONE BEFORE ash: YUP *cheerful pokemon music continues*

- SHORTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- i like shorter’s voice! 👌 it actually sounds similar to his anime voice, just less nasally, i think

- this version of ash sounds more uhh... forceful? emotional? idk how to describe it lol but i feel like his VA tends to 1) overdo it, or 2) get it tonally wrong for the situation...

- nooooooooooooo they removed my favourite eiji line before he jumps over the wall i was WAITING FOR IT

- hmmm the scenes just don’t have that oomph... i think it’s bc they're pushing through the scenes very quickly... then again, the anime had the same issue but their VAs still did a better job compared to this...

- i guess ash and eiji will always have sad gay piano music whatever version they're in :')

- ash's voice is starting to grow on me even though i still think he sounds off at certain parts that demand more subtlety. max on the other hand, is like, REALLY BAD................... imo

- "and then he kissed me" HAHAHAHA IT WAS NARRATED yeah well duh what was i expecting this isn’t a BL drama cd

- gOD arthur's voice dsfkajskghjfsdlg

- shorter's so cool tho im love 🤩

- love all the 90s gunshot sfx. PEEUNG PEEUNG PEEUNNNGGSSHHHH

- lol eiji and ibe actually sound more like friends than Concerned Dad and Reckless Son

- ash's reaction to griff's death is played so cool... no outbursts just :/ and then the scene straight away jumps to them drinking lol

- ash's crying is so manly...

- WHY IS THE CAR SCENE SO FUNNY

- ok im a lil mad bc that was the ONE scene where eiji got to rebel but this version is just 😂😂😂

- literally:

ash: anyway, imma borrow this car for a bit. eiji: *hops in* i’m coming along!!! >:DDD ash: wtf get out ibe: *knocking frantically on the window* oi eiji!!! eiji: *very cutely* c’mon if u don’t hurry up u'll get caught again :))))) ash: tch -_- *brrm brrms away*

and then they eloped

- oh my god........ is that lee dude's VA trying to do a “chinese” accent in japanese............................

- !!!! this part! i liked the way ash sounded when he was amused by eiji's naive comment about the lees. i think i prefer this take over the anime where ash was more stoic. and i like that you can hear him switching to his DEEP VOICE OF SERIOUSNESS lol.

- i also liked the next bit where shorter warns eiji to keep his head down and eiji's like WHY ARE U TRYNA PROTECT ME I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF >:T hehe iirc that wasn't in the anime

- ...i'll just put it here bc it's a rare moment that i rly enjoyed so far

- aaaand we're back to cheesy gunshot sounds

- hearing jennifer's voice feels so soothing after almost an hour of deep voices

- who sounds scarier when picking a fight? radio drama!max = 1, anime!max = -5

- ash's dad: who the hell are u guys and why are you hanging around ash. max: i’m max. i'm a friend of griffin's, we were in the same squad in vietnam. shorter: name's shorter. eiji: my name is eiji. i'm japanese.

sdfsfsdghkfhk how is that relevant to the question EIJI PLS 

- that said, they actually toned down quite a lot of eiji's doofiness huh

- i truly feel like eiji's a lot less "damsel in distress" and more "chill but curious bystander", while ash is closer to the typical shounen manga protag here 

- damn jessica doesn't sound as awesome as i’d hoped. the anime rly spoiled me haha

- OMG yut-lung's voice. it's so... cute... 🥺🥺

- this ENTIRE freakin scene where shorter threatens to kill eiji just lost its gravity thanks to:

1) arthur's voice sounding like a disney villain’s henchman 2) lee dude’s AWFUL accent 3) EVERYONE TALKING SO QUICKLY 4) THE OVERDRAMATIC BG VIOLINS AND DRUMS

- hmm, i think i might actually like eiji’s voice in this version more than the anime now! sorry nojima

- abraham actually sounds kinda intimidating here

- LMAO SING'S VOICEEEEE. too nasally for me XD

- oh wow, i think i prefer this version of shorter going nuts... not that the anime is worse, just that it chose to emphasize more on the tragedy of the situation while this one focuses more on the terror and urgency. probably bc of the bg music lol. also shorter’s abs were very distracting in the anime

- weapon room scene: ash sounds TOO out of breath and panicky here, but i guess it fits the context of the radio drama... it's inaccurate compared to the manga tho

- another issue i have... ibe's VA sucks. sorry but he always sounds so flat or inappropriate for the situation ><

- god this rescue scene still sounds ridic on 2nd listen... it's so over the top I CAN'T

- i gotta say, even if i were to disregard how i personally imagined ash’s voice, uchida yuuma still does it better acting-wise. i know voice acting has to involve some level of exaggeration but sometimes less is more, y’know?

- it sure feels like this radio drama is intent on cutting out as much gay as they can more interested in spotlighting the plot and action scenes, bc a lot of the convo scenes seem to have been cut...

- also the "pls come back" scene was like... so bro. no more “i’ll wait for you always”. NO HOMO. booooooooooo. but strangely enough i found the acting in it better than in the previous scenes.

- altho from what i remember, ash and eiji's VAs sounded like they had p good chemistry... but maybe it's a bit too early to say, i'll have to hear more of their casual banter to decide

- ash finding shorter's corpse scene: sorry but the anime wins, hands down 

- so eiji's VA is... inoue kazuhiko? wasn't that the guy who played kakashi from naruto or something? lol i don't even go there

- gotta say, the ED song is the part that i enjoyed the most XD seriously tho, it's a nice song! and the lyrics makes up for all the lost gay haha

- okay that’s it for the first CD. nothing much of interest here, and BF starts off slow in terms of ash/eiji content anyway, so hopefully there’s more to comment on in the next CD 🤔

Heroes After All Chapter 8

Anyway I was able to motor it and produce Chapter 8! This one is BACKSTORY HO, plus some new peeps: Chapter 8: Stories It had been a few weeks since Polly was attacked. The other Aura Guardians had organized squads to find the perpetrator. There was no luck. Polly herself was fine. Fine. She'd dealt with worse. She was idly sipping some tea, Metagross and Dunsparce by her side, when Carol and Lovegood approached. ~Are you OK dear?~ said Carol. "Don't call me dear. And I'm fine." "~Well you've been kind of... sulking.~ "It's because our potential culprit to those murders was literally right in my face and we still haven't gotten any further than that!" ~Polly, calm down,~ said Metagross. Dunsparce hissed worriedly. "I'm fine," said Polly. ~No you're not,~ said Carol. ~Come on, hang out with the rest of us. It's staff luncheon day!~ Lovegood nodded. ~Socialization may help with aggravated mental states, depending on the person.~ "Hrm. Fine." said Polly. She got up, and she and her Pokemon followed Carol and Lovegood out. ------------ There was a party going on at least. With refreshments - double good. Even so Polly wasn't feeling particularly up to socializing with anyone other than the food. Regardless Carol approached her. ~How's it going?~ "Okay." ~That doesn't sound convincing.~ "It wasn't meant to be." Carol gave a telepathic sigh and sat down next to Polly. ~Look, I know you're frustrated about the lack of leads. But don't beat yourself up. We've been through worse. Way worse. Remember how I lost my voice?~ "...Yes. You were born to a noble house. A rival lord's Pangoro beat you. You survived, but lost your voice and much of your hearing and your family disowned you for it. You've had a hatred for the rich since." ~Well I hate them for a lot of reasons! That was just the catalyst. Point is, I've been through shit, you've been through shit... together some murder mystery is no big deal.~ "Alright, thanks." Polly sighed. "I... I miss Eliot. And Sir Donovan." ~We all do.~ "This is kind of getting depressing for party conversation." ~Agreed. Let's go find someone else.~ The two got up and started looking around the party - as well as sampling food - before they found Vince. ~Vince! Hey!~ said Carol. "How are you doing?" said Polly. "...What do you two want?" said Vince. "Someone better to talk to than each other." ~It's better in threes, you know.~ Carol winked. Vince winced. "No thanks." "What, are you too good for us?" said Polly. "N-No. I mean yes. I mean gah." Carol telepathically snickered. Vince sighed. "Honestly I wish I was too good for you guys. But I know I'm not." Polly raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" "I've been put down all my life," said Vince. ~Is this about the "terrible wizard" thing?~ "No. Or at least. Your little nickname isn't the worst of it." "I think I know what you're getting at." said Polly. "Didn't your parents try to keep you away from the outside world because you were an Obscuric?" "Not even because that," said Vince. "Because I wasn't even a very good Obscuric. Even after I finally ran away and found the monastery it took years for me to get to where I am today. And in the meantime... everyone picked on me. Except you two. And... I still don't feel like I'm good enough." ~Ah, yes, I remember now...~ said Carol. "I feel sorry for that Aaron kid," said Vince. "He was in the same boat I was." "I've been keeping an eye on him," said Polly. "So has Metagross." "That's good." "Guys! Guys! Hey!" said another voice. "Not her," whispered Vince under his breath. A redheaded woman with a red, white and pink uniform approached the three. "Whatcha guys talking about?" ~Our lives, Hannah,~ said Carol. ~It involves lots of suffering. Join us.~ "Ooh, uh, well, I stubbed my toe earlier if you're talking about suffering!" Vince rolled his eyes. "You guys should probably cheer yourselves up!" said Hannah. "Have you seen any cute Pokemon around?" "My Dunsparce is probably hiding from you again," said Polly. "Aww, too bad! She's wonderful. I love Dunsparce - so buzzy and sweet!" Polly chuckled. "Take it easy on her." "I will!" "What are you all yammering about?" This time Nightjar approached the growing gaggle of gossiping Guardians. "Cute Pokemon!" said Hannah. "Our lives," said Vince. "Hmph," said Nightjar. "Sounds trivial." "Well, it's better than sucking up to Ryan constantly," said Vince. "Ooh, burn!" said Hannah. "Y-you take that back!" said Nightjar, eyes widening and taking an aggressive posture. "Ryan- he- you plebeians don't understand!" "Plebeians?"  said Polly. "You're the one who-" "Enough." Everyone stood at attention when Ryan showed up. "Er, Ryan, lovely to see you," said Nightjar. "I wasn't arguing on your behalf again I swea-" "I said enough, all of you." Everyone grew quiet. Ryan turned to Polly. "Polly. I need to talk to you about a few things." Polly raised an eyebrow. "Like what?" "I've gotten a bit of help for our case." Polly was now paying full attention. "Go on." --------------- Two Aura Guardians walked into a bar. Polly looked around as she and Ryan took their seats. "Are you sure he's here?" "He said that's where he'd meet us. Hard to overhear in this place." Polly looked around. There were various humans and Pokemon in the bar, in varying states of drunkenness. A man was passed out in his chair. A Gardevoir was drunkenly floating around hiccuping. A Spinda was actually walking straight for once. Then Polly saw a slim man and his white Florges approach. Polly noticed the man was wearing a white cloak and robes, and had green hair, purple eyes, and a pretty, cheerful-looking face. "Hello! You two must be the Aura Guardians I'm looking for." Polly immediately scanned the man's surface thoughts. She couldn't get much further than that but what she did pick up was friendly, warm, inviting. "...Yes. Yes we are." "Nice to meet you, Beo," said Ryan. "My pleasure!" said Beo. "Polly, Beo is the head of the Blue Wave Society. Another organization that protects those on the Auric Spectrum." He gestured to his Florges. "This is Madam Sprout." Polly stared a bit and nodded before telepathically addressing Ryan. ~...Why do we need more than one?~ ~The Aura Guardians have a wide reach, but are scattered and divided into separate factions. The Blue Wave Society is more concentrated, precise.~ ~Okay, but why do we need their help for a murder and a dissapearance?~ ~Beo will explain.~ "So, Beo," said Polly. "What do you know?" "The murders and disappearances you encountered were far from the only ones," said Beo, frowning. Madam Sprout hung her head. Polly's eyes widened. "There have been... more?" "Yes. Aurics found dead or, more often,  missing in very specific ways matching your description all over this region. And mentions of suspicious activity beforehand for each. This has included Aura users under the Blue Wave Society's care." "This... This is concerning," said Polly. "Which is why we're joining forces with the Blue Wave Society. They have valuable resources to help," said Ryan. "Very well then, Beo. What can you provide us?" "People! More eyes and ears to figure out who's doing this... Ooh, ooh, and we can share supplies too!" Madam Sprout chittered in response. "I ought to help," Beo said. "After all..." He held up one of his hands. A tiny pinprick of Fighting Aura light shone before disappearing. "I'm an Auric myself!" Polly thought. She didn't entirely like getting outside help but if this guy was one of them and could help then... "Alright!" said Polly. "Welcome aboard." "Yay! Drinks on me then!" He turned to the bartender. "One scotch on the rocks!" Polly and Ryan stared. Beo gave them a quizzical look. "What?" ------------ Two Aura Guardians walked into a completely different bar. "Why are we doing a different bar?" said Polly. "Easier to cover our tracks," said Ryan. The two sat again. This bar was much the same as the last, albeit with different people and Pokemon. The person that approached them, however, was new. A young man, around Polly's age it seemed like with dark blue and black clothes, icy blue hair and eyes, and glasses, and a Corviknight approached. "And you are...?" said Polly. The man stared at her and Ryan for a moment before nodding, as did his Corviknight. "Terrence Morendo, at your service. I'm here on a mission. This is one of my Pokemon partners, Zawisza" His Corviknight gave an affirmative "cor" and a squawk. "And that mission is..." "One of my friends and his Pokemon partner are missing. I've tracked whoever did it here, to the Genesis Mountain range, and now found you Aura Guardians. And I could use your help. In return I will lend you my services." Polly raised an eyebrow. She scanned Terrence's surface thoughts and found she was being suppressed, even harder than with Beo. She didn't like that. "...What kind of services?" "I don't have powers like you do. But my Pokemon and I are good fighters. And good at tracking down the kinds of people who'd do such a thing." Zawisza cawed and nodded. "Terrence contacted me about our current crisis,"  said Ryan. "Thought he could help. Thought he ought to help. We'd provide him with lodging at least." Polly gave Terrence a look. Beo she could tolerate, but this guy just waltzing right in with his mental reinforcements and making himself at home? ~Are you sure about this guy Ryan? I can't read him. That's bad.~ ~As far as I can tell he means no harm and is just as invested in this case as we are. Give him a chance.~ ~...Fine.~ "We will gladly accept your help, Terrence. Terrence nodded and bowed. "Thank you, Aura Guardians. I suppose we celebrate with a drink." He turned to the bartender. "Give me a mixed berry drink for me and my Corviknight please!" Polly and Ryan stared again. "What?" said Terrence. ------------------ It had been a month or two. Riolu had gotten used to life with his new companions. Even if said life was a bit... hectic. He and Shifty had just commandeered a pile of bananas (which were apparently different from Nanab Berries) and going to town on them. "Man, this is great!" said Shifty. He slumped back. "Reminds me of the old days..." "Old days?" said Riolu. "Uh, yeah! You don't think I just crawled out of the egg and ended up where I am now, did you?" "...Really?" "...Okay I kind of did. But then it got complicated I swear." Riolu raised an eyebrow. "How?" "Now, see I was born a street Rattata, like I am now, in a faraway land! But then, a band of pirates found me! We went on all sorts of pirate adventures! We even saw Kyogre!" "Wait, really?" said Riolu. "Yeah!" said Shifty. "...What are pirates?" "Thieves like us but on a boat!" "...A boat?" "It's... I'll explain later. Just know it was awesome." "Then how did you end up here?" Shifty frowned. "One of the pirate adventures went wrong. A bunch of nasty humans started cracking down on piracy. Our whole "steal from the rich" policy came back to bite us. I woke up in a cell in a bar with no memory of how I got there. My crew was gone. I eventually escaped and wound up with the others by chance." "Oh. I'm... I'm sorry I guess..." "Nah, not your fault. It was those asshole humans." Shifty pat Riolu on the head. "Heh... You kinda remind me of me back then. Nowhere to go until you found the right peoplemons." "...Heh. Were... were the others pirates too?" "Huh? Heck no. You know what, you should ask them. I'll save you some bananas." "...Sure." Riolu trotted off, leaving Shifty to idly munch on bananas. ----------- Riolu found Grog scrubbing himself with a towel. "Wha- Oh, hey Riolu! Was just giving myself the old wishy-washy!" "I thought you said Wishiwashi was a Pokemon." "It's both, silly!" Riolu sighed. "Anyway. Shifty said to ask you what you did before the Fighting Thieves?" "Oh, uh." Grog shifted worriedly, clacking his claws together. "I... I killed people." Riolu stared. "You mean, like, killed other Pokemon for food?" "No, I... Killed humans. I was an assassin. It was awful." Riolu's eyes widened. "You what? My dad said- my dad said the Vow forbade Pokemon killing humans!" "Apparently these humans didn't care! I had to do it or they'd kill me!" "That's... that's awful!" "The good news," said Grog, perking up. "Was that I wasn't very good at it. I was too polite. I would always yell "Sneak Attack!" before I struck my foe." "What happened after that?" "Eventually they got fed up with my poor performance and I got fed up with them and I escaped here! I've been much happier without them!" "Hm. I see." "...What's wrong?" "...Nothing. Do you know where Vallant is?" "Oh yeah! Over that way." "Thanks." Riolu headed off. Grog looked at him in confusion before scrubbing himself again. -------------- Rilou found Vallant cutting firewood with his arm scythes. "Vallant?" "What do you want, kid?" "What happened to you before you joined the Fighting Thieves?" Vallant sighed. "Okay, why do you want to know?" "I was curious." "...Fine. I was a knight." "...A knight?" "See there's this human that's arbitrarily in charge of all the other humans in a given area right? Sort of an... alpha female or alpha male, I haven't heard of humans having any alpha enbies except in like... Unova, long ago, and that was a Pokemon anyway. They call them a king or a queen. Knights work for the king or queen." "Oh. So you worked for the alpha human?" "Yeah! And it was glamorous. I got all the food and attention and, hehe, attractive boy mons I could ever hope for." "...But then something happened." "Yeah. This asshole human knight got jealous of me. Framed me for a crime I didn't commit. I was exiled. Now I'm stuck here, committing actual crimes to survive." "Oh... I'm sorry." "Meh. I never needed them." "...I'm going to find Nicolas now." Riolu trudged off. Vallant shook his head. "Weird kid." ----------- Riolu found Nicolas studying a tree stump. "...What are you doing?" said Riolu. "Science!" said Nicolas. "...What?" "It's how you learn how the world works!" Riolu raised an eyebrow. "...How do tree stumps tell you how the world works?" "Well, I'm trying to look at the rings on trees! See how they age!" "...That's how you tell?" "Yeah! Human scientists figured that out!" "They did? Neat..." "Yeah! I've been learning to be like them!" He frowned. "Humans probably won't let a Chimchar do science with them though..." "They won't?" "Yeah! What I hear is they only let other humans do it! At least in the Rotan and Kantonian courts..." "Really? That's no good..." Riolu looked around. "Where's your dad?" "Oh, he went that way," said Nicolas, pointing. Riolu headed off in that direction as Nicolas continued investigating the tree stump. --------- At last, Riolu found Koba sitting, meditating. Riolu moved to tap Koba on the shoulder when Koba spoke. "I know you're there." Riolu stopped. Then sat next to him. "Koba?" "Yes?" "Your whole deal is being a leader to the Fighting Thieves... Why?" Koba was silent for a moment. "They're all like me. Did you speak to the others before coming to me?" "Yes. Why?" "Did you notice a common thread in their stories?" ''...Humans?" "Yes. humans always let them down, disappointed them. I too, was like them when I was young." "How?" Another pause. "There was a human I loved very much, who I aimed to please, both out of the ancient laws of the Vow and out of sheer desire for friendship. But he did not love me back. He beat me, berate me, told me I wasn't strong enough. Eventually, heartbroken, I fled." "O-oh..." "You see, Riolu... Humans can very well make Pokemon stronger, smarter, greater. But the human always wants something out of the bargain. If you are to make a pact with one you must know the risks." "I... I see." "And even if it succeeds... the relationship is always one of master and servant. Nothing more, nothing less." Riolu paused. Then shambled off, leaving Koba to his meditation. Now Riolu too was lost in thought. ***

claws my way out of the dirt like the goblin i am ..... hello thots, its nora, once again bringing you a revamped version of a muse i played yonks ago n some of u may have even written against... here is her pinterest.....

this is margaret greta, she’s a whole can of trauma spaghetti plastered over with a toothy grin and a lot of dad jokes. the only reason she’s in gifford really is bcos shes been put there as part of a witness protection program cos lots of police r monitoring livingstone so its deemed relatively safe.... haha... anyway she changes major all the time. she started off doing fine art but since then she’s done modules in architecture, film, bio-chemistry and is now dabbling in medicine. 

CIS-FEMALE — ever hear people say GRETA O’DRISCOLL looks a lot like DIANA SILVERS? I think SHE is about 21, so it doesn’t really work. The MEDICINE major is a SOPHOMORE that is from DEADWOOD, SOUTH DAKOTA. They can be +CHARMING, but they can also be -EVASIVE. I think GEE might be SHEEP. They are living in YATES. ( nora. 23. gmt. she/her )

this bitch is the most restless creature u ever seen. before she came to livingstone, she’d lived in 8 different cities in 3 years. 

was adopted as an infant. had two foster moms and two older sisters so always surrounded by women. lived in a boarding house, very much like the one in 20th century women, with lodgers coming in and out all the time, mostly artsy young women because her gay moms were both high school teachers trying to set up their own arts collective. one of her moms left when she was 4, n she doesn’t really remember her.

while living with entirely women made her super into catlin moran and the guilty feminist, as a teenager she often let boys walk all over her bc she just craved male attention jst bcos she’d never really experienced it. saw it as something aspirational, like sitting in the back of chad’s second-hand truck while he drove you to macdonalds and offered you and his five friends with identical haircuts weed was the height of being cool to greta, she wanted to be their dream girl, even if it meant compromising her beliefs

bubbly bitch but also massive snake. metaphorically and literally, always shedding her skin. loyal to few, ruled by none, out for herself, babey!! every place she goes, she becomes a new character, someone who’s a figment of her imagination, as if each city is repertory theatre and she’s a character actress, so as a result som ppl think she’s called rita, some ppl know her as margot, she just flicks through identities like nobodies business.

goes through phases of being intensely feminist and tweeting “men are trash i don’t need them” before flipping into being lonely and needy n wanting male attention again. tends to gravitate towards men who are just pieces of shit tbh like her friends are always like hun.... pick a nice boy..... but no.... she’ll go for the boxer with several arrest records for gbh or the small-town drug dealer just trying to hook her onto pills for a little extra cash, or the reformed sinner who thinks he’s being protective by reading all her texts and always knowing where she is..... n she always finds a way to spin it so that they Just Care About Her and aren’t a p.o.s 

left school at 18 n didn’t go to uni, moved in w her boyfriend of the time instead, but soon got bored, n then went backpacking around the states making money in the casinos by being a shot girl (yeehaw) and trying to make it as a mysterious 1920s widow with a smoky voice, a dark secret n a heart of gold, looking for love in the big city. all she found was producers and acting agents who’d promise her stardom n actually just fuck her in a motel n then ignore her calls.

TW domestic violence, TW gun, her watershed moment came when she met luke in sioux falls while she was playing bass for a country n blues band. he was a few years older and had a car, and they kind of went from seeing each other to being that super intense couple who are just necking all the time. 

they got engaged like 3 months after they met n rented a flat together, much to her family’s annoyance but she was 19 so there wasn’t much they could do. their relationship was super super intense though, often really heightened and when they fought it could become quite violent, but she’d pass it off as just him being really passionate. 

one of their fights got really heated and greta threatened him with the gun he kept in the glove box of his vauxhall corsa, but the safety was off and she accidentally shot him. she pleaded self defence in the trial n cos of the amount of times she’d been hospitalised for various concussions n things like ‘fallling down the stairs’ the police were like yea... pretty watertight evidence that he was a bastard who [chicago voice] had it coming..... also this happened in 2017, he was mixed race and greta is white so naturally the police totally took her side. she’s now under witness protection, rehoused in livingstone as a sports-scholarship student, due to the amount of police involvement in the area, it would mean should one of luke’s family members try to track her down, she’d be relatively safe

 massive sports fanatic. plays tennis. on the cheer team. was a track superstar in her high school. honestly just that sporty bitch, you’ll see her doing lines at a party at half four and then on your way to your 9am lecture you see her running across the park like a fresh fucking daisy who is this bitch

pretty easy to get along with (provided you don’t anger, provoke or question her too much) because she WANTS your character to be enthralled by her and will do whatever it takes to win them over. she wants everyone to love her

is That Girl who always knows where the parties are, and is always there, on the sofa, talking about institutionalised racism and trying to coerce you into a game of beer pong that she’ll definitely win. doesn’t really have one solid group of friends, just kind of on good terms with everyone and social butterflies about

has changed her major so many times. decision? who is she. currently studying medicine, but doesn’t rlly enjoy it. she’s very unmotivated and lazy and probably wouldn’t ahve bothered going to uni if she hadn’t been placed in one by a witness protection program. will probably change on to history or gender studies soon n just make up the extra credits by volunteering

 massive feminist. low key quite scared of powerful men bcos of her ex. wants to start a female only lesbian commune bc she misses her childhood in a south dakota boarding house and has endless support for women. honestly annoyed that she is attracted to men, would so be 100% gay if it was a choice. cuffs her jeans and can’t drive. is That bisexual. skateboards. wears backwards caps.  i hate her

plays bass guitar, has a teal green fender and it is her BABY. it’s covered in stickers about saving the planet and ending fracking and going vegan. she’s in an all-female punk band w agnes (n mayb jade i think) n they play gigs every now n then in grotty club basements full of druggy sweaty college kids

PERSONALITY: easy-going, sociable, observant, blunt, amiable, nihilistic, self-serving, laid back, independent, unmotivated, charming, lazy, impulsive, alluring. ESTP and a leo

LIKES: art, music, john wayne movies, black mirror, philosophy,  cowboy chic culture, DC comics, arcade games, candyfloss, deep red lipstick, marijuana, dogs, karaoke, Kate Moss, late-night strolls, zip-lining, chemistry, suspenders, cigarettes, herbal tea, gallows humour, cold coffee, long showers, brown eyes, tchaikovsky, dr. seuss, boiler house DJ sets, magnolias, decorative lamps, worn-out furniture, twangy electric guitars.

DISLIKES: bananas, coffee, Woody Allen, mental mathematics, children, Trump, institutionalised misogyny, the imaginary future, french literature, Wes Anderson films, spoken word poetry, the general mentality of cheerleading squads (despite being on one)

aesthetics:

a bubble of pink gum on chapped lips, mom jeans, a beaten up pair of adidas, denim jackets, strawberry laces, knee-highs, chapped lips, peeling sticky plasters, split knuckles, bruises you try to cover with concealer, stick and poke tattoos, hot coffee, sleep caught in your eyes on a lazy afternoon, kissing girls, cigarette smoke shrouding you like a veil, alien conspiracy theories and sci-fi paperbacks, doc martens with fraying laces, the red string of a thong peaking out purposely from jeans, leonine arch of your back and that stellar smile that says ‘you have no idea who you’re dealing with’, a rucksack permanently packed for the move, a streak of red across your lips, roller blades, cut knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, and piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your mom wouldn’t take you, kate moss posters lining the walls of a teenage bedroom, his name scrawled in rage across the pages of a diary, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, a tennis racket you punched through in a fit of temper, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes. 

wanted plots: since greta literally can’t differentiate between romantic and platonic love, she’s got off with so many of her mates, so i want awkward friendships where they nearly dated, or exes that have now just turned into weird friendships, and girls from the cheer team who she’s like, weirdly intimate with like the shower together but its not a Thing cos the other girls straight, and I want like, fellow medicine students who are like?? how is this bitch still passing?? i swear she goes out every night?? she works part time at a fast food restaurant, i want a mate that just goes and sits in there talking to her until her manager gets angry. ppl she did a few modules with before changing course and somehow sort of remaining in touch with, like she did a few art modules, a bit of film, n some architecture before switching to medicine, though she’ll probs switch course again soon. ppl who she runs track with. someone she’s trying to make a zine with. here’s a list of plots on her old blog if u want any of them w her.

would love plots of any type, throw them all at me please, i cnt wait to interact w all of u. like this if u want me to message you about connections / plots! xo

full biography if u can be bothered

trigger warnings: drugs, domestic abuse, gun.

you never meant for it to happen. you’d heard the stories, of girls who let their man walk all over them, and thought to yourself “i’ll never be one of those girls…” the kind that eat low-fat yoghurt and drink slim fast to shred a few extra pounds because he said she was getting round in the tummy, or the ones who spent their evenings tied to a kitchen sink drinking wine while him and the boys played poker, wishing god, if only I could get out of here. not you, not you raised by strong women, four bright shining beacons. single mother with her hard-as-nails attitude and her stony glares, elder sisters (twins) one ginger, one blonde, one doctor, one lawyer, both determined to take a bullet to the brain and a hammer to the patriarchy before they let a man touch them without asking. you were always so inferior, so insecure and small, like a bird (like a sparrow) with blonde plaits down your back sucking tropicana whilst your busom buds sucked dick, their lips permanently ripe with stories of their sexual exploits, fake tan and glittered nails whilst you sat in the unbroken egg of virginity wondering what it was like to be loved. one day you found out.

lily milligan’s parents gone and a free house for the night, bottles of ouzo and tequila swiped from your mother’s liquor cabinet thinking she wouldn’t know (she always knew) your legs, hardened from pep squad, slut dropping on a kitchen table because the boys thought it would be fun to get the quiet girl drunk. you’d never had a sip before that night. band t-shirts, denim shorts and the split soles of rotten converse that you refuse to let go of, you still clutched with both hands to your youth, but in a tube top now (borrowed from alice carmichael who had a sister in college) and a short tennis skirt, your feet not in trainers but in thigh-high boots. uncomfy as hell but lily said you needed to look sexy. you didn’t know if you wanted to be sexy. you didn’t know what kind of girl you were, if you were even a girl at all. but robbie looked at you like he knew exactly who you were, like he knew you better than you knew yourself, and his lips had the pink cupid’s bow of a movie star, and his hair was dark locks, curling like a mane. his hands were soft, and suddenly on your waist, and after three more shots his lips were on yours and his name was the only sound in your head and on your lips as you lost it in lily’s college sister’s bedroom beneath the glare of a T-Pain poster. you bled for what seemed like hours, his hand still in yours, kissing on the sofa as truth tellers and dare devils continued to spin a bottle of unprecedented youth. you thought it was love. robbie was the one. he loved you, you knew it, how else could someone be so soft? but soon he grew bored, scrunched up your paper heart and set it alight. then came the tears, the hatred, the ‘fuck robbie, in fact, fuck all boys.’ and that you did.

you were known for being easy. any boy could be yours for a night, as long as he promised to love you for those few short breaths and pants before you cried yourself to sleep. you felt poisoned, but poisonous as well, as if by ensnaring these young boys you were gaining power over them, and not the other way around. soon it started to work. they’d want more, but you’d deny them it, sick of sucking off silly schoolboys, they’d call you a tease, a vixen. maybe you were, but you couldn’t help but want older men. you got the history teacher first time, him bending you over his desk to sneak a hand up your tennis skirt as the after-school clubs carried on next door, unawares. love didn’t exist, not for you. it was nothing but a game for pretty young girls to play, bubble gum in their canines and a hand tugging at the hem of their cheer skirt.

there was so much anger inside of your small body, ‘beware of boys and their hook-like words’. hockey helped. there was something formidable about the feeling of a stick like a weapon in your hands and the thwack it made against thighs in the heat of a scrum - “slipped, sorry!” - you’d utter with a snakeskin smile, millicent quinn knowing that you’d hit her on purpose because she shagged robbie at that party last week. she couldn’t prove it, cobbled acne on her forehead turning green with disgust. ben came into your life like a car crash. two years your senior, with a baseball jacket and shoulders like a god. he became your personal hero. on the pitch, he was lethal. together, you could bring anyone to their ruin. each day after last period he’d be waiting in his car. you’d leap into his arms like a girl-half starved, love me, love me, love me, your heated kisses the envy of every junior girl. he was yours for three blissful years, utterly yours, and you were his, his star-spangled girl, and he was your knight - you were both the same, playing games, always difficult to predict. it was a shock to all when he proposed, high-school sweethearts find love in south dakota.

the engagement was a bittersweet affair; three months – you barely out of your gingham print skirts and into a graduation gown, him, a surly quarterback towering above your sisters, cigarette at his lips and a scowl like a fart in a lift. they hated him. so did you. but you were eighteen and in love, and he fitted the cookie cutter mould. everyone wanted him, and you had him. you had him and you were happy, happy, happy, and he loved you. he said he’d give you the world, anything you wanted hand-picked and given to you. instead, he gave you a jack russell terrier and a flat you couldn’t swing a cat in, wallpaper peeling like the rotten bits inside of you, the bits that only he knew. and you got tireder and tireder of the sad excuse of a life he’d picked out for you, him out doing god knows what to pay the bills, and you dancing on tables to pave your way to stardom, and this was love, this was real, until the shine wore off and your fresh-faced, dimple-cheeked cheerleader facade faded and the ugliness started to reveal itself, the whining, the petulance, the sharp-tempered cruelty, the mind games, the need to always win, win, win. he was dull, he was boring, he was nothing like the boy the girls had said he was and no chiselled six pack could hide his lack of anything remotely interesting, your patience wearing thin until it snapped like rubber, a rucksack on your back, running shoes on your feet and the joint bank account emptied into your eighth grade birthday wallet.

you built your small fortunes working the casinos of sioux falls, a crimson dress and an attitude to match. bookish archie with his little dipper freckles was fun for a month, before he became just as dull and dreary as the rest. a three hour bus and you were in minneapolis, bright eyed and bushy tailed, fresh meat ready for the pickings. a hostel here, a friendly co-worker’s sofa there as you made what you could by taking off your clothes and shaking your ass like you were back in pep squad, doing what you did best. you met your fair share of creeps, and soon it was back on the road to escape a wide-eyed stalker and a restless itch for more. milwaukee, chicago, you made the roads your own. log cabins and lodgings, and the occasional motel, a beaten up pick up truck purchased at a scrap merchants – you got a few miles out of it before it bit the dust, and when you finally set it alight after nights spent lounging across the driver’s seat, a parka tucked over you as a duvet, you were sad to see it go. you’re nomadic by fault, never attaching to place, people or things, creating a new personality in every place you go like a character actress; each town is a different repertory theatre, and you’re the star. a compulsive liar, you even fib about your own name, to some you’re ellen, nineteen, bookish, a law student who likes smoking and cosmos. to someone else you’re rita, you’re twenty five and look young for your age, like smoking, comics and fucking in public places.

in the bright lights of michigan, you found charlie, sweet charlie, too good for you, though you let him spoil you while he thought you were the small town girl of his dreams. next came abigail, who was fun until the jealously kicked in, and then luke, gorgeous luke, dangerous, exciting, who despite his temper, despite the fights, despite bruises down your spine and your teeth marks on his arms, loved you with the strength of a wild fire. there was destruction in your wishbones, a savageness from the field, from the pitch and now somehow in his arms, you were godly. he was cruel, he was careless, and he refused to fall at your feet like so many other boys had, which only you made you want him all the more. you were rage incarnate. you hated him so fiercely you thought you might kill him, so he played the only card you wouldn’t predict; proposed.

the house you shared was a backstreet flat in detroit, you making your name as a downtown singer while he footed the bill with pills. they had a drug for anything these days, to dull the senses, to pick them up, to drive you to insanity or pull you out of the madness hole. the two of you lived like criminals on the run (you never told him that you were, living out your days as the enigma he wanted you to be), you with your voice like caramel and fishnet legs. you were his and his alone until his hand was at your throat and the gun was in your hands screaming at him to stop, stop, stop, until a bullet stoppered his brain, crimson staining linoleum as you cast yourself out like lucifer. self defence was decreed the moment they saw your violet neck, black tears and headlight eyes and mind screaming red, red, red like the pom-poms you shook so willingly in school and the insides of his skull. you were gone, and “you” was born, renamed “greta”, boxed, shipped-out, and next-day delivered to livingstone where under witness protection you were a student, blank slate, fresh-faced in a place where no one knew your name, doing what you always did and starting again.

Libahunt(TM) Chapter 29.5: 666 Lights Of Purple - Alfori

This is a one shot of Grigori x @alfa-angel hehe...

I’m so sorry...

@crimsonbluemoon YOU ASKED FOR THIS! I also want my ohmtoonz drabble in return. >.> If you want to..

Hope ya enjoy this mess aka Libahunt 3.0

“He should be around here.” Eliza said, looking at her magic device. It beeps every second. It will alert the others when Grigori is close.

“But what are we gonna do with his demon army and his demon boyfriend?” Twog asked. “It’s pretty huge and Pisshead is scary.”

“We’ll just do a sneak attack on Pisshead and snap his chunky neck in half. Then we take his huge ass head to his minions, so we can show them that we’re the alphas. We lead his demon minions to Grigori and have them gang bang them.” Diss explained. Eliza is laughing on the ground, Elusive and Twog makes sure they don’t die.

“Did you just made it up?”

“Everyone, be quiet.” Alfa shushed them. “We’re here.”

—

The banana gang leave Grigori alone by his lonesome. Alfa and her angel squad arrive on time. She's holding her war hammer tightly in her grip and glares at him.

“Ah Alfa, just in time. I pity your group, not to mention most of them are hunters. I thought you wanted diversity?” Grigori smirked. Alfa only growls in response. Her angel squad went oooooo

“SHUT UP!” Alfa swings her war hammer at him, but his chains grab it and throws it away. Grigori only chuckles evilly. “YOU BUTTHEAD!”

“Aggression is not getting you anywhere sweetheart~.”

“So, what happened between them? Did Alfa get jealous of the demon girl Greg is in love with?” Pierre asked while eyeing the two.

“I think knew the backstory…” Eliza said. “So...”

A long ago, Grigori and Alfa were close co-workers back then. One time on a mission, they were assisting a young hunter to bring down a vampire. A vampire who’s killing humans since they were born. Alfa and Greg were arguing about the vampire because they can't decide if it should live or die. Greg kills the vampire anyway or reaps. A few days later, Greg tells the council that she wanted to befriend the species and doesn't want to kill the vampire. So they strip her powers except taking her soul away. They say that this is a warning.

“Damn.” Jay said. The two were still fighting in the background.

“Yeah, but also she finds him again and hears him about taking down her favorite couple. That's the other reason for that too.” Eliza added.

“But does Diss know about this?” They all look at them, but they're drawing something on their tablet.

“What?”

“Do you know this? I mean you're an angel.”

“Yeah, and I introduce her to R. Ya know, the rare kitsune? Also, let me draw this scene okay?”

“Oh yeah and continue what you're doing.” And the fight in the background still continues.

“You really don’t give up huh? I respect your actions and determination. No wonder the council favors you. You shouldn’t blow your occupation away because of a vampire who wanted nothing, but devour fragile, humans.” Grigori’s chains keep deflecting her attacks. “You should follow the rules like you have to be and be corrupted as them.”

“Angels are dicks and so are you!” Alfa keeps throwing her mini hammers at him. “That vampire just wanted to feed his family. That’s why we wanted to take down the current council and become the new council!”

“You’ll just pitted the native species and the earth will become (chaotic) than the angels make. Not to mention you have hunters on your little group.”

“Actually, we’re protectors instead hunters you fool. You Grigori fuck!” Pierre exclaimed. The squad cheered and laughed. Grigori made a face of disgust and wants nothing, but stop them. So, he used his chains tackle them and tied up to a boulder. “What the fuck?”

“Hey! Leave them alone!” Alfa yelled at him. Grigori ignored her and use his other chains to tie her squad down. Some of them struggled, some of them are neutral, and some of them are okay with it. He also tied Alfa wrist down to the ground. She tries to struggle, but no use. He walks closer to her as she continues to struggle. “Don’t get them involved!”

“They are in our way.” He grabs her by the waist and held her chin. “Also, as much I love your little hoodie, but the paper bag needs to go away.” He takes off the paper and leans close to her face. Closing the distance between them.

“My eyes!”

“Holy shit dude.”

“Is this a ship?”

“Get away from my daughter!” R yelled at the two. He separated from her lips and gives a small smirk. “How dare you?!”

“It’s best that I take my leave.” He winks before disappearing away. The chains disappeared as well.

“Are you okay?” R asked. She hugs her tightly and whisper sweet nothings.

“I want to cry…”

zoe is bi, maria is lesbian, and stu is gay thank you for coming to my ted talk

news: does fighting banana cheer squad is gay?

Maria

Summer 2018 Anime I watched ranked from weakest to strongest

I watched six anime during the Summer 2018 anime season and I’ve now written full length reviews for each of them! So here my personal rankings of what I watched from weakest to strongest. Each anime title links to my in-depth review of said series, so feel free to click! For all the reviews at once, please see my anime overview tag here.

I wouldn’t call any of the anime on this list bad, nor would I give any a blanket anti-recommendation for any of them. It’s just some of these series were weaker than others in my opinion and there’s ups and downs and things to warn for. Hope you enjoy and find it useful!

Banana Fish (episodes 1-12)

Eiji meets a seventeen-year-old gangster named Ash Lynx on a trip to New York and is quickly pulled into a world of violence and conspiracies.

When we judge this series as an adaptation, its definitely the weakest thing I watched, because the modern update of this 80s manga is almost entirely superficial and that can be quite jarring. We’re supposed to believe this is set today, but the narrative is extremely 80s and some of the conversations the characters have don’t make much sense in a modern setting. Though the story is something that’s fascinating and valuable taken in the context of its place in the history of shoujo manga, removing it from that context doesn’t do it any favors.

There’s charm to both the characters and the sweetness of the romantic relationship between Ash and Eiji, but a lot of the content is both endlessly and melodramatically tragic and also potentially triggering. Definitely be prepared for a TON of rape, csa, abuse, violence and murder if you watch this. 

Phantom in the Twilight

Bailieu Ton arrives in London expecting an exciting college life, but instead ends up on a quest to rescue her best friend who has been kidnapped by demons. She finds allies in a gang of supernatural young men who were acquainted with her magically powerful great-grandmother.

While the plot is mediocre and the animation even moreso, this series shows its value in being an otome story that has a truly awesome leading lady. Ton is dynamic, self-possessed, has a strong friendship with another girl and she kicks a TON of ass. She has a fun relationship with her squad of boy-toys and is always on equal footing with them and the few times any of them try to act controlling they are called out hard.. So if you want a reverse-harem story/paranormal romance that features a more active heroine and jettisons the more toxic tropes that pervade the genre, this is a good choice, even if the narrative itself is nothing to write home about.

My Hero Academia (episodes 52-63)

Izuku Midoriya continues his quest to become the greatest superhero and takes his hero provisional license exams.

This is probably among the weakest arcs MHA has had so far, though it still has its fair share of entertaining and worthwhile moments, not to mention one truly excellent episode. The characters introduced at the very end of the season have potential too. Mostly it was an enjoyable enough watch, but definitely didn’t live up to the high-stakes thrills of the arc before it.

Cell at Work!

Anthropomorphized cells do their best to keep the body they inhabit alive and well. 

This is an extremely cute edutainment show. It’s nothing mindblowing, and the narration can be a bit much, but if you want an adorable, fun time that teaches you a little something about the human body, this is a good choice. Also I want to marry NK Cell.

Planet With

Soya Kuroi is an amnesiac boy living with with a weird cat monster and a cheerful but mysterious girl dressed like a maid and his life gets even stranger when he’s told to jump in a giant robot and  fight the local superheroes.

These 12 episodes contained more plot and climatic moments than a lot of anime has in 50 episodes and despite the breakneck pace and huge amount of events packed in, it was extremely cohesive and solid story throughout. The characters were lovable and varied, there was a loft of thematic heft to the series exploration of pacifism and freedom vs justice and security, it was goofy and weird while also being emotional heartbreaking at times...I definitely recommend this show. It’s the full Wacky Space Mecha Anime experience in a compact package. Also, it has cool ladies.

Revue Starlight

Karen Aijou is doing her best at her Takarazuka theatre school, only for everything to change when her childhood friend Hikari suddenly transfers in. She follows Hikari down a mysterious elevator and discovers her friend is engaged in a bizarre swordfight competition to become the “Top Star”, preceeded over by a talking giraffe.

If you love Takarazuka, theatre, sword fights,lesbians, weird metaphors, Revolutionary Girl Utena and other Ikuhara work or all of the above, I definitely recommend this show.. The series surreally and smartly explores Takarazuka, show biz and adolescence with lots of creative, beautifully animated musical fight scenes and contains a lot of twists and turns along the way. While I think it could have stood to be a bit longer, more in-depth and bit stronger with its characters, it’s definitely a series that’s fun to analyze and I’ve enjoyed a lot of the discussion that’s come out of it (see some linked in my review). Strap in for a wild ride and enjoy one of the Top Stars of the season.

Bananas [Billy Hargrove]

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things or the GIF used below. Word Count: 4.2 k Warning: Lite smut, swearing. 

Just sat down and wrote this on a break. Let me know what you think. Let me know if I should do a second part. I’m not sure myself.

Masterlist

It better have been a rumour. For the sake of Kathy Hanson-Page's face, it better have just been a rumour. If it turned out that Billy had driven her home while you stayed back at school for cheer practice, you weren't sure if you would start throwing your elbows around or just screaming first.  Considering how furious Billy felt whenever you just waved at a guy he didn't know, you felt confident that it was just a rumor someone started to try and brew a fight between you and your hot tempered boyfriend. Even though it wasn't in their best interest, people loved stirring up trouble with Billy, often getting a kick of how fast and far he would fly through the school to taunt a target. He was a loose cannon. While he was in a league all of his own, the girls on the squad knew how insecure in the relationship you were. There were trust issues aplenty and that was easy fodder for the girls who didn't like you.  Pushing open the school door, still in your red spandex shorts from practice, you spotted Billy's hand out of his car window with a lot smoke dangling lazily out of it right away. There was only a few other cars in the parking lot, but they belonged to parents or teachers. You tightened your ponytail and told yourself to be cool. As of right now, it was just hot gossip in the gym. Maybe, he only drove Max home.  Billy didn't mind waiting for you post practice. It was an excuse to get out of the house and he was always interested in those opportunities. If he wasn't so lazy, he would have found a part time job just to give himself a real reason to avoid family dinners and spending any time with his Dad and his new wife at all. 

"I'm on time this time." He rolled his head away from his window and watched you slide in, one bare leg at a time. Automatically, Billy's empty hand clasped a naked thigh and tightly squeezed with a light moan. He couldn't help himself. He always wanted to fuck you. In class, during arguments, and even in the cleaning supplies aisle of the supermarket.  "Thank you." Getting organized in the front seat, softly you mumbled and loosened the strap of your backpack from around your wrist in order to drop it between your ankles on the floor.  Once you were settled, you leaned in to kiss him. Unsurprisingly, he turned an intended peck into a deep and assertive kiss. Billy's fingers pushed into your skin as his other hand hung out the window. He tasted like his cigarette, but you didn't notice anymore. Besides you were too busy trying to figure out if you could detect Kathy's scent in the Camaro. It would have been much easier if you knew what she smelled like.  "What are you doing, weirdo?" Billy chuckled as he released your bottom lip, looking at you with a hollowed out stare. "Are you sniffing me?" Heavily, you let out a gasp of exasperation. Billy knew right away that this answer wouldn't be simple. He took a last drag of his smoke and then flicked it into the parking lot to be left out as he started up his car. A Bon Jovi chorus sang between you two as Billy drove carelessly with his hand never leaving your leg.  "I heard a rumor." Finally, you managed to say through a sigh. Billy didn't say a word in response. He knew to just let you talk yourself out. If it included something about you and/or him then he would get involved long enough to stop the story with a threat of violence. Besides that, Billy couldn't give a shit. He used to keep his ear to the ground to hear what girls put out easier than others, but since he became addicted to the taste of your cherry cola lip gloss and the way you whimpered his name through his hand over your mouth, he stopped paying any mind to that noise. It was all just racket anyway.  "Vanessa said you drove Kathy home. Carla said she saw you two flirting." "Oh yeah?" Billy already wanted to light up another cigarette. "Are we going to your place?" He checked, not sure if you two actually had a plan today. It was not uncommon to just drive around aimlessly together until he couldn't put off making out with you anymore.  "Yes." Frowned brows over now concerned eyes, you looked at him like he was nuts. Why wasn't he telling you that they needed their eyes checked? Why was he being so casual? "Carla said she was like drawing her finger up and down your chest and flipping her hair around." "Kathy?" He was poking you, pushing your buttons.  "Yes. Kathy. Kathy Hanson-Page. Triangle boobs!" It was an unfair comment to make. While you and Kathy weren't friends, she had never been unkind to you.  "I don't remember. A lot of girls flirt with me." Billy mentioned as if you two were just chatting about the weather. As if you weren't getting worked up right underneath his hand.  "You don't remember if you drove some girl home?" Already tired of his game, you practically hissed. "I drive you and Max home almost every day."  "Well all these girls that flirt with you should back off." Crossing your arms over your chest, pushing down the neckline of your white shirt lower much to Billy's peripherals delight. "Do you flirt back?" For all of a single second, you had calmed down. You shot up to face him so quickly that you nearly forced his hand to fly off your skin.  Briefly, Billy bounced the idea of telling you to chill and that you were the only girl that wasn't his sister who took up space in his car. Instead, he smirked and went a different route. He just shrugged. "So, you were flirting with Kathy Hanson-Page?" Eyes fluttering dumbfounded at his profile, you just chirped instantly. "Why?"  He didn't have an answer, so Billy dropped the act and decided to be honest.  "I didn't drive anyone, but Max home. She just started talking to me when I was heading to the car." He shrugged sincerely this time. "I couldn't tell you why. Don't even know what she said." It was half a lie. Billy liked the attention and when she squeezed his bicep, he flexed proudly.   Silence let Bon Jovi shine at the end of the song, but as soon as the last few notes of the song faded, you jumped back into the conversation. Painful curiosity had been brewing with acid bubbles inside of you all through practice. Billy had riled up your jumbled up emotions. You couldn’t just drop things and behave calmly now.  "Do you think she's pretty?" It was a question without point, but insecurity had full control of your bitten lips now.  "What?" Billy laughed through a scoff. "I'm not answering questions that get me in trouble." He didn't consider himself a dummy, but he was about to find out different.  "What kind of answer is that?" You peeled his grip off of you and threw his hand away. Knees locked tightly you pointed your legs toward his car door along with your shoulders. Billy reached for you again and then gave up, resting it on the other side of the wheel. "You're supposed to say 'no'! It sounds like you do like her." "You. I like you." Billy couldn't believe he was having to say it out loud. "Isn't it obvious?" He figured between all the time he gave to you, the way he never didn't have a finger on your skin, and how he called you 'his girl' at every opportunity made it evident.  "No, not when you're flirting with Kathy and saying she's pretty." You pouted. The stabbing hurt that was keeping your chin warbly was eased somewhat when he said he liked you.  "I didn't say she's pretty." Annoyed, Billy turned up the radio over his muttering. "You're being crazy."  The boy must have had a death wish. Your combed and gelled brows went to find your hairline as your eyes shot open to dig all the way into his jawline. He hadn't seen crazy yet. You are too insulted and wound up to think straight.  "Pull over." Demanding and direct, you told him.  "Calm down." Billy only made things worse with the two words. He reached for your thigh again, but you flinched and earned yourself a surprised glance from him. His foot pressed down on the has and he went faster instead.  "I want out of the car." On a long stretch, you two were surrounded by a canola field and train tracks. There was nowhere for you to actually go, but he had upset you and you were reacting blindly.  Billy refused to comply. He gripped the wheel with white knuckles, clenched as tight as his teeth. He did what he liked to do when he was angry, what was safest. He drove faster.

“Billy!”

“Where are you going to go?” He threw both hands off the wheel for a second, but they returned swiftly much to your heart's gratitude.

“I don't know! Maybe, I'll go buy a cat because I'm so crazy!” He rolled his eyes, both of you being as immature as you could. “I just don't want to be in this car anymore with you. I'm so mad!”

“Fine.” Abruptly, with little regard for his brakes or your lack of seat belt, he pulled over. Around the car, beige dust danced and you wasted no time pushing open the car door, grabbing your bag, and getting out. For a second, you stood there with Billy's eyes rolling at you before he took off straight. You were walking forward and trying to ignore the obnoxious sound of his engine as he sped off like a bat out of Hell. The blue Camaro and the sound of rock music was gone in a matter of seconds and you were alone.

You looked both ways, feeling as lost as you were despite having grown up in Hawkins, and then kicked at the rocks under your shoes and started to walk the same way you two had come. If you headed back to the direction of your school, you knew you would get to downtown Hawkins and you knew how to get around from there.

Only four minutes had passed, walking by the same field he had dropped you off in front of, and Billy's engine proceeded him. He only slowed down and turned down the sound of Skid Row once he was in front of you, cigarette hanging from his lips and sunglasses on. Clearly, he had been fidgeting nonstop since letting you out of the car.

“Baby?” Softly, he spoke to you the way he did when he was trying to get you to relax in his arms, moving you closer to intimacy. “Baby, get back in the car.”

“No.” He had taught you how to be stubborn. You swore you never had been this bad before. “I'm  mad at you.” Arms crossed under your chest, you told him what he already knew.

“Get back in the car. We can talk.” Billy took out his cigarette and let the smoke follow you. You were not budging. In fact, you weren't even glancing in the direction of his blue eyes that were putting in overtime. “I'm sorry for egging you on.” It had been fun, but he regretted it now enough to apologize. When you didn't even acknowledge his apology, Billy slammed on the horn and made you jump still for a second. “Get in the God damn fucking car, [Y/N]!”

“No. You called me crazy!”  Heart pounding, you shouted at him and watched as he stuffed the end of the cigarette back into his mouth and inhaled enough to crisp both lungs.

“Fine. Whatever. I tried.” Billy threw in the towel and sped away. He had told himself while driving back to pick you up that he would say whatever he had to, that he would get out of the car and toss your ass into the backseat, but you frustrated him beyond belief. This taste of his own insecure and possessive medicine had him rattled.

* * * * * * *

Homework spread out open on your bed, you sat on the floor against the frame instead, mindlessly painting your toenails a bright red shade called 'Sweet Cherry'. It was impossible to concentrate, not with yours and Billy's largest blow up playing on repeat in your mind. You had half a mind to pick up the phone, track down Kathy's number, and rip into her. However, you didn't feel like you had a leg to stand on. The fight was more about your emotions than her and somewhere in your upset stomach, you knew that to be true.

“[Y/N]?” Your older brother called from the other side of your door, tapping his knuckles against it. “Billy's on the phone for you.”

“Tell him I'm washing my hair.” Without even looking up, you called back.

It wasn't an invitation, but your brother pushed open the door and observed you with the bronze knob trapped under his hand.

“Mom already told him that when  he called an hour ago.” It was forty five minutes, but you weren't about to nit-pick.

“Then tell him I'm blow drying.”

“I'm not telling your boyfriend you're too busy drying your hair to talk to him.” Billy didn't interact well with other males, especially other males vital to your life. If it was up to your brother, he would never have to talk to the guy who practically spat at him through the phone.  Billy didn't hide his disdain for him at all, not even over the landline.

“Then tell him whatever you want. Tell him I am asleep or out with Lucy or stuck in a  hole, I don't care.”

“Did he do something? Should I be telling him to stop calling?” It wasn't your family's nature to pick physical fights, but as his baby sister, your brother didn't mind stepping up to some high school brat with a mullet for you.

“He just - “ Eyes shut, you collected your thoughts while holding the nail varnish brush up to the side of your face. “No. We're just...he hurt my feelings.” You just needed to cool down. It felt like your heart hadn't stopped pounding at a rapid pace since the car ride and that was a good four and a half hours ago.

“Fine.” Closing the door behind him slowly, your brother stalked back downstairs to deliver the bad news. Simply saying that you were too upset to talk to him right now.

He heard Billy grunt through the phone and smack his house wall with an open palm out of frustration. Quickly, before he could be on the receiving end of any message or pissed off antic from your boyfriend, he just hung up and ignored the phone when it rang twenty minutes later.

** ** ** ** ** * * * * * *

Usually, Billy drove you to school, but you had woken up early on purpose. The first thing you did was backcomb your hair until it had the height you could only reach when in a pair of strappy black heels. You wore the brightest, almost neon, pink lip you could find in your bathroom drawer. Billy liked vibrant colors on your lips. On one hand, he complained about the way it stuck to his face, but he liked when others saw the marks on his shirt or around his chin. It was an obvious sign he had you and you were his. Not to mention, his ego was stroked at the sight of a ring of your lipstick color around his erect cock after a particularly giggly and intimate date. Eyes coated with carbon black mascara and brows combed to feathered perfection, you felt ready to gain his attention and tease him through the halls. You heard your mom answer the door and listened from the stairs to hear if she let Billy down at the door just as you had asked her to.

Billy typically just waited in front of your house with Max already in the backseat. With the exception of once or twice, you were always ready and waiting. He never heard more than a couple lines of whatever song was playing before you were opening up the door and sliding in with your mouth already puckered for a 'good morning' kiss. With the way things had gone the night before, Billy waited no more than three minutes before he grunted and tossed open the door. It would be his ass on the line if Max was late too school. It wasn't as if his dad would accept 'My girlfriend was being difficult this morning' as an excuse. If anything, it would just piss Neil off more so.

“She is still asleep.” Your mother lied to him with pitying eyes. Billy could tell she was being dishonest too and it was the first time he ever wanted to be rude to her. She had always welcomed him with warm cookies, the kinds of hugs he longed for, and pretended to understand what he was talking about when he would drone on about his stupid step sister or how much he hated Hawkins, Indiana. “I'll get her there on time, Billy.” She closed the door slightly to cover up the fact that she was only in a housecoat, but also to keep him from looking deeper into the house. If you needed space, your mom wanted you to have it even if it meant she had to tell Billy a little fib. “You should really get going.”

“Yeah.” Billy was still looking over her head, hunting down some sign of your existence. “Have a good day, Mrs. [YLN].” He grumbled insincerely and almost jumped off your porch. His whole hand turned up the volume dial of his radio, reaching into his car for it before sliding behind the wheel. He wanted you to know that he knew you were inside.

It didn't matter though. You were already wrestling your body into a skintight red skirt that he loved. He loved it on you so much that he asked you to not wear it to Carol's New Years Eve party. The idea of another man laying his eyes on your curves in the bottom piece was enough to make a vein ripple in his forehead. He enjoyed hiking it up to your waist when he rolled you on top of his hips though, straddling him and shutting his eyes with your hand to make him playfully guess what color underwear you had on. Today, this Tuesday, you were going to drive him nuts. He was going to learn the dictionary definition of crazy by the sound of the first bell.

Billy waited for you by your locker, but he was three minutes for late and you never showed so he headed to class and joined the chatter reluctantly. He walked around the girls sitting around the front desks gossiping and moved to the back where Tommy already was sitting, bag by his feet on the ground, Carol on his desk chewing a stick of Juicy Fruit until it lost all flavor.

“Where's [Y/N]?” Tommy asked before resting his head on his on-again/off-again girlfriend's lap. Billy had told him as soon as he pulled up to school that he couldn't talk, he had to find you and sort something out.

“I don't know.” Billy shrugged as if he didn't care as much as he did. If you two weren't right then he didn't feel right. It made him anxious to not have contact with you, to not know where the two of you stood at the moment. He felt out of control and his right leg was quivering beneath his desk, frantic and uneasy.

Right as Mr. Quinto entered the classroom, brown tie falling over the edge of his geography textbook, you strolled in behind him. Billy only looked up at the sound of the teacher addressing the class, but his eyes nearly jumped out of his face and rolled across the floor to the front row of desks. His lips parted and he shook his head before letting out a warm breath. He was turned on, that much was true, but he also hated that he couldn't take you right then and there. You were putting a wall between the two of you and the bricks were stacked too high for him to leap over. Nipples cold through your blouse, he felt his heart stop for his second, but as he followed you while you looked for your desk, Billy snapped out of it. He caught wind of Tommy ogling you and reached over to smack the back of his head. Now, he wasn't just attracted and frustrated, he was angry. A growl, almost inaudible to anyone else, curled out of his nostrils as he leaned back in his chair and puffed out his chest.

Carol blocked his view of you and, for the first time since he met her, he felt grateful for her existence.

“Buddy up.” As soon as his textbook and lesson plan were open on his desk, Mr. Quinto addressed his morning class. He looked up and watched as instantly people reached for their friends to make them partners. Billy pointed right at you, claiming you, but you slid your eyes right over him and then walked two desks over to Steve, who was still looking for a partner himself. Since losing Tommy to Billy and Nancy to her emotions, he didn't have as easy a time in situations like these. You asked Steve to be your partner, but before you heard his answer, you heard Billy's knuckles crack against one another. You didn't have to look to know his jaw was locked.

“Sure. Yeah.” Agreeable, Steve nodded. He was surprised that Billy didn't already have you shackled to his desk, but he didn't question it. In fact, Steve assumed, maybe, you had finally come to your senses and ditched the guy.

You went back to your desk to get your backpack while Mr. Quinto explained that you would be in groups of two, researching your partners family tree. You would have much rather discovered more about Billy, since he wasn't always the both forthcoming, but you had shot yourself in the foot and were stuck learning what Steve's ancestors got up to back in the day long before he came around with his perfect hair and toothy grin.

Pulling up a chair to the side of Steve's desk, you were just about to rest a spiral spine notebook on it when Billy's hand came down and took the spot meant for it. He gave Steve his back to look at while he stared down at you like a hawk who had just found it's breakfast.

“You're not as cute as you think.” He grumbled while looking down your top. You were. You were so cute and he hated it. “Is this experiment over? Do  you accept my apology yet?” He was without a partner which meant he would have to join a three way group with Tommy and Carol. He wanted to send Steve in that direction.

“I'm sorry?” Playing dumb, you finally addressed him with your lips in a duck beak shape and scrunched up your nose. “I didn't hear what you said. See, I'm so crazy...there must have been some voice in my head or something...”

Billy smacked his hand down on the desk again, making Steve's rubric that Mr. Quinto just put down fall off.

“This why you're ignoring me? Because I called you crazy?”

Steve shook his head at you behind Billy's back. Even he knew better than to toss the 'c' word out at a girl especially a girlfriend. It was a one way express ticket to the dog house.

Your eyes just batted up at Billy. He could answer that question for himself you figured.

He leaned in and got right in your face, kissing your face in an attempt to remind Steve of what he already knew. You were still his girlfriend and no amount of stupid games played changed that. You fought to keep your mouth shut against Billy's forceful display of passion. Bright pink lipstick shone off of Billy's own mouth as he stood up and checked behind him to make sure Steve and everyone else in the class saw – even Mr. Quinto.

“This isn't over.” He couldn't afford to be chucked out of class so reluctantly Billy walked away from you and loudly joined Tommy and Carol in the back. They hadn't even started the project, they were too busy watching the scene Billy was trying to cause. Between his two half-friends, he just stared at you, glaring as you leaned in and started to ask Steve questions. You were driving him batshit crazy.

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Chapter 12 of Possible-y Utah

Chapter 12 - The Agreement II

(2:18 pm)

A pink convertible pulled up into the driveway of Richard's house and two girls, both seniors, got out of the car.

The girl who was driving the car was Genna Majenta. She, whom had recently graduated from MHS, had long shoulder-length black hair, brown eyes and was slightly taller than Kim. She was dressed in a blue croptop shirt, a silver star necklace, Club Banana dark baggy denim overalls with the bib folded down and straps hooked and a belt to hold them up and white sneakers. She was co-captain of the Middleton Golden Dancers dance team in her senior and the girlfriend of Richard.

The other girl whom was the passenger of the car was Jeanna Montana, the girlfriend of Jack. Like Genna, she was approaching her senior year at Middleton High and was also on the Golden Dancers. They were also of the same height. But whereas Genna had brown eyes and black hair, Jeanna had blonde hair and blue eyes and had a tattoo of two starts on her midriff. She was wearing a pink tubetop, silver hoop earrings, black carpenter jeans, and pink sneakers.

"Ugh...do you wonder why Richard called us here, Gen?" Jeanna asked while popping her strawberry bubblegum.

"Dunno. Maybe both he and Jack could get lucky with us tonight!" Genna replied, texting away on her phone.

"You wanna take Jack upstairs or in the basement?" Jenna asked, popping a medium-sized bubble.

"Since I went upstairs with Jack last time, I'll take the basement for a little 'extra-session' with him!" Genna replied with a very vapid grin, licking her lips. "I am wearing my 'special' panties for him!"

She opened the door to the house and saw that, to her surprise, that Bonnie and Rebecca were sitting on the couch.

Jeanna reacted with disgust at the sight of a cheerleader in her boyfriend's house.

"What is this...?" she asked with a slight growl.

Richard gasped in horror at his girlfriend appearing. "It's not what it looks like, Jeanna! They were the ones who called us up to come here.

Jeanna stomped to the living room with her left hand clenched in a fist.

"I am going to give Miss Rockwaller a piece of my mind!" she exclaimed.

Bonnie saw the approaching, and very POed, Jeanna but she stood her ground. She jumped out of the couch right in front of her.

Rebecca exclaimed, "B! Please!"

"If you even dare come closer to me..." Bonnie insisted, her shoes digging deep in the carpet, "...I will make sure that my mom will give you a good paddling with her Swatter!"

Genna also intervened, "Jenna...I'd hate to say this, but Bonnie's right! You do NOT want to cross paths with her!"

Jeanna stopped herself in her tracks. She knew all about the reputation of Veronica Rockwaller and her infamous wooden paddle.

"You're lucky that your mom is the head disciplinarian of the entire school district, Rockwaller! I would've given you a black eye if I had the chance!" Jeanna sneered.

Richard tried to intervene.

"Ladies! Ladies! Let's chillax!" he nervously chuckled, "Let's not fight here! Let's be reasonable before someone calls the police on any of us!"

Jenna unclenched her fists but turned her anger to her football-playing boyfriend.

"Richard, I am going to have a very long talk with you after this..."

"You know, this may be just be a mistake...just like what you two losers did with 'The Incident'!"

Rebecca, however, was still confused.

"Okay, I'm totes mixed up."

"What is it now, R?" Bonnie asked.

"Why do you have beef with the Golden Dancers?" Rebecca questioned.

"It all started about six months ago. We were about to hit the showers after cheer practice one day." Bonnie began to explain "The Incident."

Jenna then smirked, "Oh yeah, now I remember! One of our Dancers turned off the hot waters to the showers!"

"I have never taken a shower that cold in my life...about as bad as the time Possible pulled that same trick on me last year at Wannaweep." Bonnie muttered. "Good thing we had our towels on."

"That was only Part 1 of our little 'fun' against you cheerleaders!" Genna giggled.

"Oh yes, the other part of their prank against us!" Bonnie continued, "Another one of your little Dancers poured Stoppable's Mad Dog banana cream foam down our cheer skirts!"

"We had a very good laugh after that!" Jenna grinned. "Celebrated at Mr. Swirley's that night."

"I, along with the rest of the squad, had to wash my uniform thoroughly to get rid of Stoppable's gunk!" Bonnie bitterly complained.

"He should have stored the foam in a more...secure...place!" Genna cackled.

Bonnie huffed before saying, "I wish if I had punched you in the face right then and there...but Possible, being the Miss Goody-Two-Shoes she is, banned the squad from ever engaging in violence or any criminal acts against you Dancers. And your little Dancer who poured the foam in our skirts got kicked off!"

Genna sighed, "Yet, a couple weeks after that, someone on your squad disobeyed Kim's orders! Stole our hairsprays for an upcoming dance competish! To my recollection, didn't Kim kick her off the team?"

"Truth be told, yes!" Bonnie replied, while darting her eyes around.

Jenna then turned to Rebecca. "So you see, due to 'The Incident' , a brawl was inevitable between the Dancers and the Cheer Squad."

She then continued on the aftermath.

"A few days after that, me and Kim agreed for the Cheer Squad and the Dancers to set up a truce that we won't carry our rivalry on the school grounds during school hours. It's now pretty much limited to mean glares and taunting. No practical jokes or physical contact that would draw the ire of the school board."

"It's a controlled rivalry, then?" Rebecca asked.

Jeanna, Genna, and Bonnie all nodded their heads.

Genna then intervened on Rebecca and Bonnie's intent of visiting.

"So now that we've got the deets of 'The Incident' out of the way, I am going to ask again, Rockwaller. Why are you and..."

Jeanna then whispered in Genna's ear on who the other girl was with Bonnie.

Genna gasped, "That so can't be! That's Rebecca Starlet, the billionaire heiress to the Starlet family oil fortune!"

"OMG! I totally loved your reality show about what's it's like being rich and all..." Jeanna exclaimed breathlessly before having a forgetful moment. "Oh man...what's that show called again?"

"Being Rich with a Starlett?" Rebecca guessed with a smirk.

"That's the one!" Genna said in between breaths. "Oh man...I'm so amazed that we have a celeb here that I forgot what we were talking about!"

"You were about to say, 'Why are you here', Genna!" Richard corrected his girlfriend.

"Oh right!" Genna replied before taking a deep breath. "Forgive my fangirling, but why exactly are you and Miss Starlet here for, Rockwaller?"

"We're here because we need your BF's help to not only humiliate Possible, but also break the loser couple up for good!" Bonnie replied on their real intent of their visit. "Since he has already graduated from Middleton High, he won't have the threat of Barkin dangling over his head."

"Yeah, before I met this lovely lady here..." Richard said, turning his head towards Genna, "...I did have a blind date with Kim last year...only to be rejected by her dad, all because I was 18 months older than she was!"

"And I also only had one date with that redhead around that same time..." Jack snarled, "Just because I made a pass at Jeanna does not mean that she has the right to splash water in my face!"

"So we have at least something in common...hatred against the wannabe for at least something" Bonnie grinned, "Well...except for Rebecca because she's not on Possible's radar...yet."

"Yes, but what is in it for me and Jeanna if we go along with your little plot of breaking up the couple?" Genna asked.

Bonnie shifted her teal eyes to Rebecca.

"R, would you like to demonstrate?"

"I sure can, B!" Rebecca grinned as she took out two credit cards with a $100,000 limit on each to Country Club Banana.

Jeanna gasped, "That is genuine Country CB?"

Rebecca nodded her head.

"You would have to pass a credit card check just to even get in the place!" Genna exclaimed, her jaw dropping.

Rebecca continued, "My daddy gave it to me last Christmas, but I still haven't figured out to do with them. So may as well put them to good use!"

"Rebecca will give you the Country CB credit cards IF the plan to break up Possible and Stupidable is successful." Bonnie explained. "If you fail, you get nothing!"

"In exchange, me and my Dancers will not play any practical jokes on you or any of your cheerleaders for the rest of summer except for the intended target of Miss Possible!" Jeanna replied.

"Do we have a deal?" Bonnie asked grinning, extending out her hand.

Jeanna also extended her hand and shook hers with Bonnie's, sealing the agreement.

"Now..." she began, "...here's the plan."

And the six teens began to discuss at length Bonnie's vile plan to break up Team Possible.

red sun summary (9/24/2020)

the party prepared for the next round of fighting by drinking some healing potions, to conserve healing spells. the crowd was rather upset by the outcome of the first round, which left the announcer a bit uncomfortable. but they carried on professionally by introducing the next set of fighters, Janset the beast tamer and her beasts. the party could hear their heavy footsteps before they could see their next opponents. the first to emerge into the arena was a chimera, titled Nina of the Mountains. next came the four reptilian heads on long serpent necks of a hydra, Salome of the Swamps. and finally, Janset herself, a tall and strong fire giant. the beasts seemed to defer to Janset, calmed by her presence within the arena. for a couple minutes Janset played to the crowd, waving to them and pound on her chest. she’s a crowd favorite, after all. she taunted the party, claiming they would make fine snacks for her pets. quietly phosphorra pointed out that Janset was a “whole wife.” zoroe voiced her confusion about this, phosphorra apologized, saying she forgot herself for a moment. (a two-headed ettin in the crowd agreed with her though.)

once again, there was a grinding sound coming from the center platform, and soon there appeared a flaming short sword. naturally, cluk took the initiative and flew up to grab the sword, determining the flaming enchantment was temporary. then she flew back to the party. meanwhile, phosphorra continued her musing on Janset. “calypso i think i'm beginning to understand how you feel about fire.” “RIGHT?” Mistral, davke, and khaela once again formed the tank squad and started circling north around the center pit. Janset considered her options before also heading north. the party (the players) started forming a plan at this point, deciding that focusing their attacks on one target at a time would be efficient, and that Janset should be their focus since she was in charge of the beasts. Hex shouted out to cluk and calypso that they should use the boards in the center to get around the arena quickly, since the beasts and Janset were too large to stand on them.

calypso ran up to stand next to khaela, taking a defensive stance. zoroe hung back a bit, firing a Sacred Flame at Janset, and Ku-aya dashed to the northernmost portion of the arena. Salome followed Janset closely while Nina flew to the center platform and took a predatory stance. phosphorra brought out her Spiritual Weapon to deal some damage to Nina. Lawitse approached zoroe, explaining that she couldn’t get into the fight without being healed. Hex, ever the support-caster, cast Slow on both Janset and her hydra. the crowd’s attention was drawn to zoroe’s “dark” magic as the announcer taunted her about it again. more rocks were thrown at zoroe, even as some others in the crowd cheered for her. zoroe, holding up her shield protectively, was like “they enjoy it, huh? would they like to experience it?” calypso demanded the crowd make up their minds.

at this point, with Nina being positioned in the middle, the party shifted focus to the chimera. cluk tried some Vicious Mockery on Nina, but unfortunately the chimera didn’t rise to the bait of being called a puppy. Mistral got within halberd range of Nina and dealt enough of a blow to kill the chimera’s goat head. khaela made her way across the boards but her both of her attacks missed. Janset, moving as if wading through molasses, went to davke, but davke dodged her attack. calypso tipsy swayed her way past Mistral on the thin boards and started raining blows on Nina. zoroe healed Lawitse a bit before piling on another attack to the chimera. Ku-aya started dealing damage to Janset, then moved back out of her range (no opportunity attack because Slow is rad). Salome, not finding much room to maneuver, simply followed behind Janset. Nina’s snake head attempted to bite calypso but missed its mark, and khaela dodged the lion’s claws. phosphorra gave a little more healing to Lawitse before swinging at Nina with her Spiritual Weapon. seeing as the boards were rather crowded now, Lawtise ran up and hit Janset with her axe, cutting through some of her leather armor.

Hex’s Slow spell caused some uproar in the stands, as the crowd was not used to see Janset losing a battle. naturally they cheered her on, hyping up their favorite fighter. a handful of the crowd were more pumped for Nina and Salome, cheering them on as well. cluk flew to the chimera and tried out that flaming short sword, bloodying the creature. then as cluk hopped back down, the snake head tagged her with a fang. Mistral finished off the snake head, calling out an apology to zoroe. khaela finished the chimera off with a staggering blow, inspiring a “HELL yeah” from calypso. then khaela moved back to Janset to start piling damage onto the giant. davke, on brand, landed a critical on Janset. the giant, ferocious at the loss of her chimera, struck back at khaela, knocking the paladin unconscious. calypso responded to that by rushing to Janset, striking her first with her javelin then kicking her right in the shin. Janset was, at this point, bloodied. zoroe quickly healed khaela back to consciousness and Ku-aya landed a couple of hits (ghost lady’s finally coming around!).

Salome was finally able to join the fray, slithering to Lawitse and dealing some nasty damage to the minotaur, and a smaller amount of damage to Ku-aya, using all four of its heads to attack. phosphorra carefully scootched onto one of the wooden boards so she could start moving her Spiritual Weapon closing to Janset and Salome. a rather injured Lawitse disengaged from the combat and retreated. Hex called her a coward in the Naga language under her breath, causing zoroe to do a double take. Hex then cast Toll the Dead on Janset. the crowd entered a frenzy at the death of Nina, people tossing down their chimera replicas and dismantling their Nina of the Mountains merch. Nina’s fans and Salome’s fans were in contention with each other, though the hydra’s fan’s vigor healed her somewhat. another section of the crowd, however, was more enthralled by calypso’s fighting against Janset. “whoa, that little tiefling kicked a giant!” invgorated by the hype, calypso grinned and started bouncing on her feet a little. 

cluk returned to the center platform to apply some mockery to Janset. “hey! your dog’s dead!” Janset cried a little at that, and cluk gave some inspiration to calypso. Mistral started hacking away at Janset, who at this point was barely holding on. khaela, freshly awakened, was pissed at this fire giant. she brandished Siege and critically struck Janset in the knee, causing her leg to give out, and the giant toppled over into the pit. on brand, calypso declared this display to be hot. davke moved to Salome, saying “that was so cool, khaela!” and got two criticals in a row (all FOUR of her rolls were criticals), cutting off one head with one strike and another head with the second. the crowd went bananas over this, throwing confetti (made from destroyed Janset merch) as they chanted “DAVE! DAVE! DAVE! DAVE!” calypso also joined in this chant. the monk then struck Salome twice, moving to impress the crowd, keep the momentum going. zoroe took a second to think if she could recall any information about hydras, remembering that they typically live in swamps and that they can regrow their heads. she hit Salome with a Sacred Flame and Ku-aya piled more damage onto the creature.

Salome, left with only two heads, was almost afraid of davke. the two heads aimed instead for calypso, who was able to dodge the attacks thanks to zoroe’s Shield of Faith. but then the hydra regrew two heads, restoring the total to four heads. phosphorra made her way to the platform, still moving her Spiritual Weapon up. she then sent a Lightning Bolt through Salome, bloodying the hydra and killing one of the heads. Lawitse kept hanging back, saying “you guys got this...” Hex shot a Fire Bolt at the hydra, pointing out that fire stops the heads from regrowing. the crowd started booing at Janset’s death, and they didn’t appreciate cluk’s dead dog comment either, and threw some rocks at the bard in their anger. the crowd was also pumped as hell for davke, jumping and chanting for her, healing her a little. cluk mocked Salome: “glorified worm! i bet those scales aren’t even real!” calypso muttered that the hydra was a lot uglier than worms. Mistral landed a couple more hits on Salome.

khaela, inspired by davke, prepared to take on Salome. she hefted Siege for a strike, finger gunning and winking at calypso before laying into the hydra. davke, momentarily out of energy, missed both of her attacks. winking back at khaela, calypso scored the finishing blow to Salome. as the hydra fell lifeless to the ground, there was chaos in the stands. the crowd (and calypso and cluk) kept chanting “DAVE DAVE DAVE” as more Janset and Salome merch was thrown down and destroyed. the announcer was sweating at this display, not expecting this turn of events. as the beast tamer and her beasts were removed from the arena, the announcer struggled to control the crowd’s energy, their voice hard to hear over the chanting.

the guards told the party to gather at the northern side of the arena and lowered a tray of healing potions down to them. “make this a good show, don’t disappoint the crowd.” Hex and khaela didn’t drink their potions, Hex being unhurt (and confused why as to why she was given one at all) and khaela healing herself. the others took their potions, and zoroe kept three of the potions with her things, to be used later. phosphorra politely but unsuccessfully asked to be let out of the arena. zoroe’s Shield of Faith finally dropped. calypso congratulated davke with a firm pat on the back, then the monk kept making eyes at khaela.

having had some time to gather their wits, the previously nervous announcer had recovered, smiling confidently. “this is the stuff legends are made of.” they went on to mention that these challengers had done some truly impressive things and that it seemed no one could best them. the announcer then introduced the tiefling twins, Sudabeh and Siyavash, as a pair of figures walked into the arena from the southern door. their entrance was almost disappointing since they looked... normal. however the twins had an air of deadliness to them, and the crowd went silent upon seeing them. only once the twins bowed in unison to the crowd did the cheering begin. the attention didn’t seem to affect the twins at all as they faced the party and readied their weapons. the platform in the center of the arena groaned and creaked until a popping sound signaled the arrival of a small wooden box. the box contained three playing cards, kept behind a pane of glass.

oh god we’re fighting the twins next time and we still have to fight the King afterward oh god

This chapter was BANANAS and so am I now

Okay I have gained some semblance of consciousness to discuss the new SnK chapter. But I am still shaken.

First of all, I can’t believe Isayama decided to kill the kids like that. I mean I should have expected it, it’s not like Isayama was ever soft when it came to deaths or suicides or such subject matters, but having Zophia die by a boulder and Udo by the crowd stampede was just BRUTAL, so brutal. And Colt hugging Gabi close to him just ripped my heart apart. I had to stop and push the laptop away for a moment. 

It’s interesting that we didn’t get to see Eren’s thoughts like we got to see Zeke’s. Eren was basically doing swimming pool cannon balls into the crowd, he was insane, killing left and right ruthlessly. I would not have been too surprised if we got a “weee...watch out, here I come!” thoughts from him. He was too thrilled and exhilarated in his destruction. 

Warhammer Titan was LIT AF...Isayama the king of action panels yet again

I screamed when Pieck and Porco got out of there, as expected of best girl she told the panzer squad about it. And here we are 10 chapters later cheering for Magath, Pieck and Porco as they fight our main heroes, we have come so far.

Nonetheless, I had an out of body experience when I saw the survey corps (similar to Pieck’s reaction), and Mikasa’s appearance and her “EREH” made me rock back and forth. Does her words mean that Eren was acting alone like I hypothesised after all? This last bit of info makes me crazily excited about next chapter, I can’t remain sane till then. This chapter was BANANAS.