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s-creations · 3 years

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Oh, That Imagination

Kids will always have active imaginations. But how the adult handles it depends on what the child is afraid of.

Fandom: DuckTales 2017 / The Three Caballeros Rating: General Audience Relationships/Pairings: José Carioca/Donald Duck/Panchito Pistoles Additional Tags: Growing up, Uncles with their Nephews, Facing Fears, Worries, hunting a creature, Krampus (character), giving a speech, watching a scary movie, protecting the boys, the passing of time, names OCs.

Part of a Series Called: We’re the Three- Sorry, Six Caballeros!

Author Note: I finished Student Teaching and passed my Content Test, so I’m getting back into writing! I do have a new job lined up for the school year. We’ll see how consistent I stay with uploading. XD

“Unca Donald, Unca Donald, Unca Donald!”

Even with the loud warning call, Donald still staggers when something blue collides against his leg. “Dishes! I’m doing dishes. Go and sit on the counter please.”

6-year-old Dewey gave a quick nod before clamoring up. The older duck impressed by how quickly the duckling could climb.

“Now, what can I help you with?”

“Benny said there’s a-a monster living in the sewage of Duckberg! I wanna go catch it!”

Donald let out a low hum as he washed the soap from the glass. This was twice in two weeks that neighbor Benny had told some story about some ‘creature’ they had seen. Dewey, always on the lookout for new adventures, ate each story up with determination and gusto.

“I see, very interesting. What does this monster look like?”

“Like...Like an alligator. Only bigger!”

“Ooooh, that sounds scary. And you’re going to catch them all by yourself?”

“Yep!”

“Well, aren’t you brave. Are you going to bring them back to be studied for science?”

“I’m gonna do it to rub it in Huey’s face. Cuz he says the creature isn’t real. But I’m gonna prove him wrong!”

“It sounds like your afternoon is full.”

“It sure is! Oh, wait, I wanted to ask you if we have a large net that I could use?”

“I don’t think we have a ‘large’ net. You’ll have your bug catching net.”

Dewey let out a contemplative hum. Hand resting on his cheek while his pointer finger tapped out some unknown tempo. A habit he picked up from José. “That’s not great. But I suppose it’ll have to do.”

“Look at you compromising. What are you going to use as bait?”

“Do we have any old lunch meat?”

“No and you’re not using what we have in the fridge.”

“You’re ruining the search Unca Donald! I need bait.”

“How about you take Tio Panchito with you? He had to help his grandpa search for farm animals when they got out of their pens. Didn’t have to use bait to get those animals back.”

“Tio worked on a farm?” Dewey’s eyes lit up hearing this new piece of information.

“Spent a few childhood Summers there.”

“What did he do?”

“Why don’t you go and ask him? I’m sure he would be more than happy to share stories with you and your brothers.”

“Okay, bye Unca Donald! I’m gonna learn about cows!”

Donald silently laughed as Dewey raced out of the kitchen. Childhood stories continued during dinner and only ended when the triplets were put to bed.

“So...should I question why Dewey furiously ran at me this afternoon? All while screaming his demands for me to tell stories?” The rooster asked as Donald joined him and José on the living room couch.

“Apparently, Benny had seen some ‘creature’ in the sewer system. Dewey determined that he was going to hunt said being down. I told him you would help in the search because you’ve helped with finding lost farm animals. That caught his attention and now you know the outcome.” Donald sighed as he leaned against the other, relaxing.

“Do you think the thrill of the hunt will call out to Dewey tomorrow?”

“We’ll see.” Donald replied back simply.

The hunt did not call out the next day. Dewey focused on creating a backyard zoo, he didn’t have time to worry about some creature. A few days later, a pet iguana was rescued from the neighborhood sewers. It appears Benny had actually seen something. It just wasn’t the towering creature he’d claimed before.

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The holidays were busy for all the adults in the household. Donald focused on getting the shopping done and holding down the fort while the ducklings raced around during their school break. Gleefully talking about Santa and what present they’re excited most about. José would be gone for weeks on end leading up to December 25, helping with numerous flights to make sure he had that day off. Starting from October through December, this time saw Panchito with booked weekends of different performances to help get other families into the festive feeling.

Even with having busy and exhausting schedules, they made sure to make time for the triplets. Baking, decorating the house, helping them pick out gifts for the other family members. Every year it was the goal to keep the ducklings as happy as possible.

Which is why Panchito became worried when 7-year-old Louie started acting...strange. Almost what the rooster would call ‘stressed’.

The duckling had started being overly helpful around the house. Doing more tasks than what would be required. Going out of his way to ask if he could help. And, most worriedly, he’d become quiet. Not in his normal way of just relaxing in front of the television. But almost fearful that he was being listened to by some unseen stranger. Eyes even darting around as he moved through the apartment.

Unfortunately, Panchito wasn’t able to approach this possible problem until a weekend late into the duckling’s break.

The rooster let out a sigh as he collapsed onto the couch. Thankful that he was done until the New Year’s celebrations he had the coming weekend. But he was able to relax for the rest of the week to celebrate Christmas. Cautious footsteps drawing closer caused Panchito to open his eyes. Finding Louis standing nervously in the middle of the room.

“Hola Louie, what can I do for you?”

“Um, do you need me to get you anything?”

Panchito raised a brow. “No, I’m fine. Why don’t you join me until dinner’s ready?”

“Oh, um, that’s okay. Maybe I should see if Uncle Donald needs any help.”

“You’re on break. Why don’t you just sit for a while?” The duckling frowned, eyes darting around before settling onto the couch. Still tense. “So, how has school been? I haven’t heard you and your brothers talk about it for a while.”

“Uh...good.”

“Just good? ...Try out any new schemes lately? I know Uncle Donald isn’t so thrilled when you do that. But you always have such clever ideas, makes me laugh.”

“Nope, I’ve been good! No crazy plans from me!”

Panchito sat up a little more when Louie started shouting at the ceiling. “Okay Louie, what’s going on. Are you feeling okay? Did something happen at school?”

The duckling dressed in green wrung his hands as he peered around.

“...Abby told me about the Krampus…” Louie eventually whispered.

“The who?”

“The Krampus! He’s the opposite of Santa Claus! A big creature with long horns and wears a cloak! And he comes after bad boys and girls! He takes them away in his large, greasy bag and they’re never seen again and-”

“Okay, Louie, come here. You’re getting yourself worked up.” Panchito easily and quickly moved the duckling onto his lap. Wrapping arms around the smaller form to help keep Louie grounded. “Breath with me. We’re going to take a few deep breaths, okay?”

Louie gave two quick nods. They remained this way for a few minutes, Panchito holding the duckling close and controlling his breathing for Louie to follow. The rooster only pulled away when Louie had calmed down enough to talk. “Okay, so, you were told a scary story. Why are you worried?”

“Because he goes after bad kids and I know I’m...not good.”

“Why would you say that? You’re a wonderful kid!”

“But I get the most detentions and I’m lazy and I know I don’t do my homework when I need to and-”

‘Louie… Yes, we would like you to work a little harder than what you do now. But you’re not bad. You...take risks. You have a point of view that I’ve never seen before. You’re a clever kid. And, well, between you and me.”

Panchito leaned closer. Louie’s eyes widened with curiosity. “You fight the system and you don’t let them beat you down.”

“...Does that mean I don’t have to wash the dishes?”

“Don’t push your luck. What I’m trying to say is that you’re not bad. You just think differently than others. Plus, if you’re this worried, this might be a sign you should help out more. But I doubt any Krampus will come after you.”

“Really?”

“Really… Also, you know your uncles and I would beat up any creature who dares try to hurt you.”

Louie laughed. Beaming and squirming as Panchito placed a kiss on his cheek. Christmas Day arrived with no mysterious creatures knocking in their front door. Louie was still safely tucked away in his bed. Joining his brothers with running out to the living room and unwrapping presents. Curling next to Panchito as all enjoyed the afternoon glow while watching a marathon of movies.

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Huey took to the Junior Woodchucks like a duck to water.

From day one it became a large part of his identity. He carried his handbook around with him everywhere. Writing his own notes and entries to add to the already thick volume. Gleefully patting his knees as he patiently waited for whatever uncle was going to take him to the weekly meetings. Even learning how to iron his uniform to keep it in tip top shape.

Dewey may complain that the eagerness was annoying. But nothing seemed to damper Huey’s spirit.

Until Huey was tasked to write a speech. As he was top ranked among the troop, he was given the honor of addressing the new member that would be joining that year. A banquet being held with the duckling presenting a speech of his own at the beginning of the event. The duckling was absolutely thrilled at first. Telling everyone he could about the great honor bestowed onto him.

All in the family thought he would triumph over this just like many other things in his life.

José was humming softly one evening, making his way to the kitchen when he heard sniffing coming from the bathroom. The door opened a crack and, taking a risk, José peered in. He found 8-year-old Huey, curled up by the tub and far away from the door. A stack of paper was at the duckling’s feet. Red rimmed eyes glaring at said stack.

“Huey?”

Said duckling’s head snapped up hearing José. Wiping his eyes frantically. “T-Tio José…”

“Criança doce, what is wrong?” José entered, leaving the door open in case Huey wanted out.

The duckling sniffed weakly. “...I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“My speech…”

José frowned, knowing how excited Huey had been only a few days ago. “Can you tell me what you are scared about?”

Huey let out another sniff. His hand starting to hit the side of the tub as time went on. Which José put a stop to by reaching out to take the duckling’s hand. “I’m scared...that people are going to laugh at me. I keep practicing my speech to make it perfect and I read a bunch of tips but… All I can think about is messing up and people mocking me. Then my scout leader will see me as a failure and strip me of my badges and-”

The parrot pulled the duckling closer, humming a lullaby softly. Huey instantly clung to José, burying himself away in his guardian’s chest. It took a few minutes before the duckling finally relaxed, slumped against the older, hand still keeping a good grip on José's shirt.

“Huey, I would like for you to listen to me. Can you do that for me?” José received a nod, “I will help you with your speech. But you have nothing to worry about. Your scout leader seems to be nothing of the kind who would take away what you’ve achieved. And no one will laugh. We all know you will be doing your best.”

“...But what if my best isn’t enough?”

“It always will be Huey. Never doubt that.” José peered up hearing the floorboards creek. Finding Donald standing in the doorway wearing a look of worry. The parrot gave a quick shake of his head. A silent message that he had a handle on the situation. Donald gave a nod of his own before sneaking off. “Feeling better?”

“...A little. I’m still scared.”

“That is fine. How about we make some cookies? I think I saw your Uncle Donald heading that way before. And while we are doing that, you can show me your speech.”

Huey sniffed weakly. Pulling back slightly to look up at José. “Chocolate chip?”

“Of course.”

The duckling smiled weakly and nodded. Donald greeted the two with wide arms and a smile when they walked in. Huey beamed as he was picked up and given a sturdy hug from his other uncle as José started the process. But uncles gave Huey their undivided attention when he gave his speech. The other members of the family joined them as the cookies started to bake. Dewey and Louie keeping their ‘helpful’ comments to themselves and clapping along when Huey finished.

At the night of the banquet, Huey beamed as he gave a flawless speech. His family cheered the loudest.

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“This is such a bad idea.”

9-year-old Louie huffed, rolling his eyes as Huey bemoaned at his flawless plan. “If you’re going to be a stick in the mud, then don’t watch.”

“But I want to see it.”

“Then what’s the issue?”

“The movie is PG-13! We need parental guidance to watch.”

“You know they won’t let us watch.” Dewey added.

“But-”

“You get two options here Hubert,” Louie interrupted. One hand holding up a finger to keep Huey quiet. The other holding the latest zombie movie that had just recently been release to DVD, “You either watch with your mouth shut. Or you leave and keep your mouth shut in the bed while you listen to the amazingness that is this movie from the closed doors. What’s it going to be?”

Huey frowned. But he ‘zipped’ his bill closed and crossed his arms. Which the green-hoodied triplet took as keeping his mouth shut. With a nod, Louie popped the movie in and sat next to his brothers. All three were huddled together in the closet. Eyes glued to the small t.v. screen that was crammed in with them as well. The movie menu soon appeared and Dewey pressed play.

Donald let out a content sigh as he relaxed further between his partners. Panchito clinging to him as Donald’s head was tucked under the rooster’s chin. While José was curled up at Donald’s side, using the duck’s chest as a pillow. That night was quiet and calm. There was a weekend ahead of them that was just filled with nothing. A relaxing time with his partners and kids. It was going to be great…

A chorus of screams sounded from the triplet’s room. All adults were up and racing out in only a few seconds. Even hard to wake José was on full alert. Donald reached the door first, flinging it open. Fully expecting to see an intruder standing in the middle of the bedroom. Only to find Huey and Louie, sobbing as they clung to each other on the younger triplet’s bed. Dewey was waving his plastic sword at the open closet. His entire being was shaking as wide, fearful eyes were on the open space.

“What is going on here?” Donald called out over the noise.

“There’s a zombie in the closet!” Louis answered.

“It touched me!” Huey added.

“I’m fighting it off!” Dewey finished.

“What- okay- Dewey stop swinging that around!” Panchito walked over and pulled the sword from the duckling. Collecting the blue cladded triplet as he continued to shake.

Donald gathers the other two. Both of them desperately slings to the protection that was their uncle. José took to the closet, making sure it was empty. The parrot raised a brow, finding the t.v. that was still on and playing a movie.

He reached in to eject the movie and brought it out for the other two to see. “Donald.”

The duck looked it over. Frowning, seeing the topic, letting out a slow breath. It was clear the triplets were in no condition to have a stern talking to. Plus, he was honestly too tired to worry about it at the moment. “Okay...let’s go back to our room.”

The other two adults nodded. José turned off the lights as he was the last to leave the boy’s room. Donald rested himself back into the middle of the bed, only with more bodies pressed around him. Panchito cleverly left the bedside light on before he laid down on the bed, Dewey resting on his chest. The triplets flinched when José walked in.

“It is just me.” The parrot assured.

Donald let out a sigh as he gently preened the top of each head. “You’re safe here. Nothing’s going to get you.”

The bed was pressed further down as José laid down. Huey clamoring over into the parrot’s hold. Donald was free to wrap both arms around Louie. Three voices began to hum a familiar lullaby in hope of calming the triplets further. Even with their comforting presence, it took awhile for the three to fall asleep. It was not the way Donald wanted to start his weekend. But he should have known nothing he plans ever goes his way. Even with this hiccup, he was happy to have his family close. Falling asleep with a smile on his face.

Donald was able to take his pent up frustration on the idiot who had allowed children to rent a horror movie. Panchito coming as back up to make sure the duck didn’t kill anyone.

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kookscrescent · 5 years

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➤ pairing│Yoongi x female reader ➤ summary│After the guy you’d gone out with for a few weeks, suddenly dumps you after you’ve slept with him, you want to know if your bedroom skills are the root of the problem, and there’s only one person you really want to turn to to find out. But unfortunately for you, he’s gay. So he sends you to the next best person. Min Yoongi. ➤ rating│NC-17, mature, 18+ ➤ genre│smut, college au, fuckboy au ➤ warnings│smut, protected sex, oral (male and female receiving), dirty talk, vulgar language, a homosexual Jimin makes an appearance because why not, Yoongi is a bit of an arrogant shit but we still love him, also a little bit of fluff cuz I can’t help myself, aaaand if you squint a little bit of angst ➤ word count│6.7k│semi edited ➤ release date│November 9th 2019 ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

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You storm through your front door, your blood boiling with rage and sadness. “Am I totally undatable?!”

Jimin eyes you cynically from his spot on the couch, the half-eaten slice of pizza hanging inches from his mouth. “What are you talking about?” He doesn’t spare you another glance, taking a bit of the pizza and returning his attention to the tv in front of him.

You slump down next to him with a huff. “He dumped me. He really fucking dumped me.”

This however makes Jimin sit up straighter, his eyes now focusing solemnly on you. “Why? I thought you said he like you and things were going great.”

“So did I!” You shriek, throwing your hands in the air. “We’d been hanging out a lot, going on countless dates. And you know how I like to hold out on sex?” You pause for Jimin to answer.

“Yeah, you like to get to know the guy first blah blah…”

You glare at him, “Like that’s such a bad thing! But not the point here.”

“Then what is the point?” He grins with his mouth full of pizza.

“The point is, that after six weeks of dating, we finally had sex.”

Jimin’s eyes goes as wide as teacups, his mouth practically falling to the floor. “Six weeks?!! What are you a prude?”

“Jimin!” You kick the side of his leg, a yelp of pain coming from him. “I am not a prude! I lost my virginity when I was 17!”

He snorts, “So? That doesn’t mean you can’t be a prude.”

“Jimin, come on! Stop being an ass.” You whine. “This isn’t funny. Why would he dump me straight after he’s slept with me?”

A knot forms in your chest at the sudden thought of him just wanting you for sex. But why would he do that? All the dates you went on didn’t indicate him being that kind of person.

You catch Jimin looking blankly at the wall behind you, so much that it makes you turn around to see what he is looking at.

“What are you staring at?” You question.

“Maybe you’re bad in bed.”

“I am not bad in bed!” You gasp offended.

“How do you know?”

“I… I… I am not bad in bed, okay!”

“Fine.”

Silence falls over the living room, as Jimin goes back to watching tv like he hasn’t just claimed that you are bad in bed. How would he even know that? You’ve never slept with him! He can’t make such a statement without having anything to base it on!

“How dare you say I’m bad in bed!” You protest loudly.

“I didn’t say you were. I just posed it as a possibility for why he might have dumped you.”

“But what if you’re right huh? You’ve now planted the thought in my mind, how am I supposed to get it out?! It’s going to be etched in there for eternity!”

Casually, he shrugs. “What if you just call him and ask him?”

“No chance in hell!” That would be downright embarrassing. You might as well also show up on his doorstep completely naked while you’re at it.

“Well maybe you cou-“

“You!” You gently grab him by the shirt, his entire body turning to you in shock. “You could help me find out!”

“How?” He hesitates, swatting your hands away.

“Let’s have sex!”

Jimin starts laughing the second the words have left your mouth. “Sorry sweetheart, but I don’t bat for your team.”

“Please!” You beg him. “You’re the cause of this, therefor it’s your responsibility.”

“No.”

“Oh come on, please please pleaseeeee!”

“Noooo ____! I’m not going to sleep with you!” He get up from the couch, strolling to the kitchen and coming back with two beers. He cracks them both open and hands you one. “I haven’t had sex with a woman since the night I lost my virginity in high school. That was conveniently also the same time I found out I was gay.”

With a pout you sip the beer. The bitter yet delicious taste making you sigh in relief. This is really what you need right now. You take another. “You’re supposed to be my best friend Jimin. This is what friends do for each other!”

He sits back down. “That’s funny, because I don’t remember that being a part of any of my other friendships. The answer is still no, ____.”

You can tell by the way his entire face has become stiff and his eyes darkened, that he means it, so you don’t press him further. Guess you just have to find out some other way.

Maybe you could trick one of your other friends into it?

Only seconds later Jimin surprises you by saying, “But I might know someone that is willing to help you find out.”

“What? Who?” Your attention has been grasped. You know that Jimin has a lot of straight and hot male friends, but you’ve never dared to make a move on any of them in fear of being turned down. They are all way out of your league.

“Yoongi.”

You almost spit your beer in his face. “Yoongi? As in Min Yoongi?”

Jimin wordlessly nods.

Not the guy you had in mind…

“The man is a womanizing whore, Jimin!” You retort, not at all happy with his answer. “He’s probably slept his way through the entirety of Seoul already!”

He leans forward, placing his beer on the table before turning to you. Slinging an arm across the back of the couch, he tugs one leg under the other. “I’m not disagreeing with you on that one, but that being said, it also means that he’s more than experienced and might have the answer you are looking for.”

Crossing your arms, you make a face of displeasure. Yoongi? Really? Couldn’t it have been anyone else. The guy is probably a walking STD.

“And besides, it’s not like you are looking to get into a relationship with him. You just want him to tell you if you’re bad in bed or not.” He shrugs twirling the string on his sweatpants.

“I guess…” you hesitate. “but what make you think he’d even say yes?”

“It’s sex.” He deadpans. “In all the time I’ve known him, I’ve never seen or heard of him turning down sex.”

“Well that makes me feel wonderful.”

Aimlessly, you’ve been strolling back and forth in front of your living room window, to the point where wear marks are beginning to appear in the hardwood floor.

Yoongi is going to be here at any minute now, and your nerves are sitting on the outside of your clothes. This is a first for you. It’s not like you’re a virgin – far from it, but you like to get to know the guys you sleep with beforehand. You’ve never had a one-night stand before. Well aside from the time you lost your virginity to some guy named James in high school.

But what went down that night can barely be classified as having sex. More like two inexperienced people, desperately trying feel any kind of pleasure and working out how everything works.

You barely even know Yoongi. You’ve met him a few times through Jimin at parties, but the extent of your conversations have only been a short ‘hey’ or ‘bye’, and then he would always be sauntering off, his eyes on some girl – his first target of the night, and you wouldn’t see him again that night.

Obviously, he’s attractive, you would be lying if you said you didn’t find him extremely attractive, but the thought of you being another notch in his bedpost still doesn’t sit well with you.

Maybe Jimin was right. Maybe you are a prude…

The sound of a car door slamming down on the street, grabs your attention, your head swirling around to catch a glimpse of the back of Yoongi’s dark hair, before he locks his car and walks up the pathway to your apartment building.

A short footsteps later and there’s a knock on your front door.

Before you change your mind, your open it one swift move. On the other side, Yoongi stands with his hands in his pockets, his head tilted to side and a shit eating grin on his face.

“Hey there dud rod.”

The nervousness dissipates in an instant and all you wanna do is slam the door in his face, but you need this.

“Yoongi,” you bite your tongue to hold back on adding a few adjectives, choosing to be the bigger person and be friendly. You are going to be having sex with this man in a few minutes after all. “Come on in.”

Stepping aside, you let him in. He’s already been here a couple of times in the past when you and Jimin have had a party, so he knows his way around, and he acts on it, going straight to the living room and looking around.

Shutting the door, you follow his steps. You decide against sitting down, instead choosing to stand on the other side of the coffee table. “So…” you quietly say in a try to ease some of the tension, but Yoongi cuts straight to the chase.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“What?” you stagger.

“Your bedroom.” He repeats, rolling his eyes and standing.

“Why?”

“Don’t be coy, sweetheart,” he grins, his eyes filled with humor. “I’m here to judge your bedroom performance.”

God! Could he be more of a jerk? You feel humiliated enough as is that Jimin had to ask him to help you out with this.

Why, oh why couldn’t Jimin just have been straight for one night?

“I know why you’re here,” crossing your arms, you nervously shift your weight from foot to foot. “I just thought we might talk… a little before we… you know.”

“Have sex. It’s not a dirty word ____.” He teases taking a step closer. “Why talk when we can just get down to business.”

“Uh… You know… T-To set some ground rules?”

Yoongi crosses his arms, giving you a funny look, his nose scrunching in disbelief. “Rules?” With a roll of his eyes, he takes a step forward, automatically making you take one back as well. “If this is what you do every time you’re about to have sex, then I think we found the problem.”

Clenching your hands into fist, you itch to reach out and punch that stupid grin off his face, but you have more class than that, and before you can react in any other way, Yoongi takes it upon himself to find your bedroom. Walking down the small hallway he opens each door till he eventually finds it.

“What am I about to get myself into,” you whisper to yourself, mentally trying to shake off your nerves before following him.

With hesitant steps, you close the door behind you, and you make sure to lock it. Jimin has promised to not come home until later, but just in case he does you make sure to lock the door. You even wiggle the handle to check.

Just to be sure.

Yoongi huffs a dark chuckle from the spot he’s taken on your bed, amused at the obvious state of nervousness you are in.

“Why are you so nervous? It’s just sex. If it wasn’t for Jimin’s detailed description of some of your earlier sexcapades, I would think you were a virgin.” He comments.

Wide eyed, you stare at him, your cheeks flaming with embarrassment. “Why would Jimin tell you about that?!”

“I gotta get something out of this.”

“You’re getting sex!” puffing your cheeks, you let out a harsh breath. “Sex that you for once don’t have to pay for.”

Yoongi pauses briefly, his head tilting in a way you’ve come to find very annoying. You have quickly learned that it’s what he does when he’s about to be an asshole.

“Well, even if you do turn out to be a bad lay, at least you’ll have your humor… oh wait? Shit, you don’t have that either.”

“Look,” you say sharply. “This is embarrassing enough for me as it is, okay. I don’t feel particularly great about having to ask some guy I barely know to have sex with me, to find out if I’m any good. So could you possibly not make me feel worse than I already do?!”

Leaning back on his hands, he stares at you, his eyes scanning you from head to toe, his eyes softening the slightest bit. “I’m not trying to embarrass you; I’m just giving it to you straight, like you want me too. No pun intended.” He laughs shortly.

Groaning, you run both hands through your hair frustrated and annoyed, taking deep breaths you hope to cool down.

“I’ve never done this sort of thing before, okay.”

“Never done what before?”

You hesitate for a moment. Suddenly the fact that you’ve never had a one-night stand before, is a little embarrassing to admit out loud to someone who’s main occupation is hopping from bed to bed. “I’ve never had a one-night stand before, okay.”

“What?!” He blurts in surprise, jolting forward. “How can you never have had a one-night stand before!?”

Annoyed you huff at his arrogance. “Well excuse the fact that I usually like to get to know the men I’m going to sleep with, beyond just their name.”

The frustration and humiliation are about to get the better of you. Why are you even doing this is the first place? It’s stupid! So what if you even are bad in bed? That’s not a valid reason to break up with someone… is it?

Is it too late to become a nun?

Turning you back to Yoongi, you step towards to door, you hand on the doorknob ready to let him out. “Look,” you begin but stop as you hear the bed creaking and Yoongi’s footsteps coming towards you. Before you know it, you can feel him behind you, his chest pressed up against your back. He rests his hands on your hips, pressing you back against him further.

“No, you look,” he whispers, his breath hot against the side of your neck.

“Uh… I-“ the words you were about to tell him gets lost, your mind completely blanking for any rational words. The only thing you can focus on right now, is the feeling of Yoongi pressed against your back side, and his soft lips grazing the shell of your ear.

“Stop talking. You might not have don’t this before, but I have.” He spins you around so fast you have to grab his shoulders to not fall flat on your ass. “Now, I’m going to do what I normally do, and I suggest you do the same.”

Taking a step closer, he squeezes your hips before once before running his hands up the length of your body, fingers brushing over the sensitive skin on your neck and into your hair. You barely get to register the feeling of his hands before his lips crash onto yours in a heavy kiss.

Instantly you freeze, your lips forgetting how to kiss, but it doesn’t faze Yoongi one bit. He takes the lead, moving his lips against yours as his fingers dig deeper into your hair and tilting your head to the side for a better angle.

It’s only when his tongue swipes your bottom lip, that you kick into action and finally kiss him back, melting into the kiss with a soft sigh. You relax, the anxiety and the nerves slowly dissipating.

Pressing you up against the door, he licks your bottom lip again, seeking entrance which you gladly allow him. Your tongues battling for dominance, but you quickly surrender, instead focusing your energy on savoring the feeling and running your hands through his hair, tugging lightly at the soft strands. It draws a low growl from his throat, a sound so animalistic and a sound that goes straight between your legs. You do it again, wanting to hear it for the second time.

It works. He growls, pressing you harder into the door as both of his hands leave your hair to grasp you under your ass.

“Jump,” he commands against you lips.

You comply without question. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms encircling his neck, your tongues continuing to explore each other.

He’s already hard, the feeling of his bulge beneath his jeans setting your insides on fire and making you slightly eager to get things moving. You squirm in his hold, your breast squished against his firm chest, and a sweet hum of satisfaction leaves your lips when he rubs against you in just the right place.

Spinning around, Yoongi carries you to the bed, dropping you on to it. First, you are confused. He just threw you onto the bed like you were yesterday’s old shirt, but secondly, you are turned on. No one has ever thrown you on the bed like that before. Each of your past lovers have always handled you like you were a piece of porcelain that could break at any second.

This is a nice change. A change you didn’t know you liked until now.

Before crawling on the bed with you, Yoongi discards his shirt, throwing it on the floor and leaving you to stare at his firm abs.

Your fingers itch to reach out and touch them, just to see if it’s an illusion or if they really are as hard and firm as they look from where you’re lying.

“Stop drooling and take off your shirt.”

Now your fingers itch to punch him in the face. “You’re an asshole.”

But yet you find yourself complying to his command, your shirt landing on the floor next to his. He crawls on the bed making you lay down till he’s full above you, his arms cascading you in. He lowers himself, his arms taking most of his weight and his lips going straight to your neck. His nips at your skin, his teeth lightly grazing over your pulse point, his tongue swiping over the same place to soothe the sting that follows his bite.

You can’t help the moan that escapes you, the feeling of his lips moving on your neck going straight to your core. You reach up, roughly combing your fingers through his hair and bringing his lips back to yours.

“Eager?” He smirks into the kiss.

You’re done wasting time and being timid and nervous. The thought of why you are really doing this is the last thing on your mind.

“Just get on with i-“ Your words gets swallowed by a low moan as he grounds his hips against you.

Yoongi breaks the kiss, working down your body instead. He leaves open mouthed kisses down the base of your throat and between your breasts. With his hand he raises you off the bed slightly, enough for him to reach under you and open your bra.

It lands on the floor in seconds, his mouth not wasting any time in taking one of your nipples between his lips and sucking.

“Oh,” you breathlessly gasp.

He sucks harder, his tongue rapidly flicking over your erect nipple while the firmly grasps your other breast with his hand.

You buck against him, your hips meeting and causing him to groan around your breast. His mouth and hand switch places, his lips lacing around your other nipple, giving it the same attention as the other got.

You are becoming impatient, your mind and body filling with the familiar feelings of ecstasy. You need more. You want more. All you can think about is wanting to see what he’s sporting beneath those tight jeans.

Speaking of jeans, you reach down, hurriedly fumbling with the button, your fingers keeps slipping each time Yoongi flicks his tongue over your nipple, but eventually you get it undone and the zipper follows till you can push his pants down his hips.

With a pop Yoongi’s mouth leaves your breast and he sits back on his haunches before you can do anything further. He smirks, eyeing your naked upper body and the small red patches he has sucked into your skin. A hum slips from his pink lips.

You expect him to make some snark comment, but he doesn’t, instead he quickly rids you of your jeans, leaving you in only your panties.

“Black lace,” he huffs. “How basic are you?”

You roll your eyes, lifting yourself up on your elbows. “If you are so against my black underwear, why don’t you just take them off?”

With no further warning he does just that. Ripping your panties down the middle, the flimsy material hanging off his pointer finger where he twirls it arrogantly, before flinging it over his shoulder. On instinct you close your legs only to have Yoongi pry them back open. A heaty look in his eyes.

“Don’t go shy on me now, babygirl.” He drawls, slipping down between your legs, his mouth inches from where you crave him the most.

Lazily, he runs a finger down your slit, your arousal coating his finger. He brings the glistening digit to his mouth and sucking it clean, his tongue peeking out teasingly – wordlessly speaking of what he can do with it. The vision, igniting something deeper inside you and you have to close your eyes for moment. You could just about cum at the sight if you really concentrated.

But you don’t even get to take a breath before Yoongi drags his tongue up your soaked core, before wrapping his lips around your clit. Your eyes flutter shut as a whimper floats into the air. Blindly, your hands search for something to grab onto, anything they can reach and Yoongi’s hair is the first thing they make contact with. Pulling at his hair, he allows you to control his movements, his tongue slowly circling your clit before he drags it down to your entrance.

Again, with slow and precise movements, he pushes his tongue inside you, the intrusion making you arch into his mouth. No sooner, his tongue leaves you and you are about to protest and beg him to keep going, but your words get caught when he substitutes his tongue for two of his fingers.

A whimpered ‘oh fuck’ rushes over your lips, your eyes opening to look at the scene between your legs. His fingers are buried inside you – knuckles deep, and his tongue is now busy flicking across your sensitive bud at the same fast speed as his fingers inside you.

It doesn’t take very long for you to feel your orgasm building. The combination of his fingers and tongue being almost too much.

He’s had some practice, that’s for sure!

He hums around you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as the sound vibrates through you. You choke back a moan. You are dangerously close to cuming.

You push at the top of his head, “Wait, wait, wait! Shit!” You pant trying to gather your thoughts.

He slows down, his fingers still buried inside you, slowly stroking your inner walls. His chin is glistening with your arousal. “Don’t tell me that I’m the first guy about to make you cum?” he teases, lips ghosting over you lower lips.

“Get off your high horse, you jerk.” You roll your eyes. “I-I want to cum with you inside me.”

“And you will,” he promises, his eyes turning dark. “After I make you cum around my fingers.”

Two seconds after he’s spoken, he speeds up his fingers, curling them just the right amount while his lips suck wildly around your clit. You throw your head back on a loud moan, not even caring that your neighbors might hear you.

“Oh fuck, of fuck, oh fuck!” You moan repeatedly, tipping over the edge as your orgasm hits you full force, your body shaking.

When he’s sure that he’s stroked every last bit of your orgasm out of you, he gets off the bed, kicking off his shoes and his jeans falling the rest of the way to the floor. He is about to pull down his boxers, but you stop him.

Both of you surprised by your actions but for different reasons. He thinks you are about to stop him and leave him high and dry, but instead you get up and push him down on the bed.

Enjoying the look of shock on his face, you crawl on top of him before any doubts can set in. Crashing your lips together, you grind down on his clothed cock. You can feel him smirking into the kiss, your sudden dominance clearly turning him on as you feel him harden.

You rock against him, your nails scraping down his chest to the waistband of his boxers. Gently, you run the tip of your fingers under the band, your kiss never breaking. You tease his skin, dipping your finger a little lower only to retract it and do it all over again.

Yoongi groans, his hands taking a hold of your ass, pressing you down on him further. “Dangerous game you’re playing right now.” He warns.

“Maybe I like a little danger.” You whisper hazy, a sudden burst of confidence rolling over you.

Burying your face in his neck, you suck harshly on the skin there, making sure to leave behind a few bruises of your own. This might be a one time thing, but you are intent on making him remember this, making him remember you. You are not going to be another nameless face on his bed post.

Your lips continue downwards, kissing a trail of wet kisses down his chest and over his firm abs till your reach the line of his boxers.

In a teasing manner you bite the waistband, your tongue sneaking out and skimming over the light patch of hair he keeps there. Your palms gliding up the inside of his thighs and settling over his bulge.

“Shit,” He clenches his jaw, feeling the pleasure build, all his blood rushing to his cock at one touch.

All those sounds you were making seconds ago, have worked him into a frenzy. His hunger for something more taking over. He wants to see you lips wrapped around his cock.

You make quick work of taking off his boxers, his cock springing into view. You are surprised to see that he’s bigger than the average guy. Still he isn’t the biggest you’ve ever had.

“Like what you see?” He grins, his arm sneaking behind his neck for a better view.

Instead of answering him, you return his grin, lowering your head and pressing kisses from the tip and all the way down the shaft. You repeat the process until you reach his tip again, your tongue teasing the underside of his crown.

“Fuck me!” his deep grunt only spurs you to do it again.

Grasping him with one hand, you wrap your lips around his cock, taking him as far as you can. The taste of pre cum hitting your tongue and making you sigh around him at the bitter yet sweet taste. Your hand makes up for the portion you can’t reach with your mouth, your fingers tightening around his base as you find the perfect combination. His hips buck against you, his cock sliding further into your mouth and almost making you gag.

“Shit!” he curses, tangling his fingers in your hair.

Oh, how you love the power you have right now. You love that way you have the ability to drive him wild with just the touch of your mouth. The look on his face is almost illegal. The way he throws his head back against the pillows every time you flick your tongue over the tip of his cock, the way he holds his breath as a way to control himself to not blow his load in your mouth too early.

Way too soon for your liking, he stops you. Grasping the side of your face, pulling you off him and before you know it, you’re back to laying on your back with Yoongi sitting between your open legs.

His eyes speaking of sins and lust.

Wide eyed, you stare at him. In your jaw there’s a subtle ache, but the ache between your legs overrule the one in your jaw.

Yoongi grabs you by the back of your thighs, dragging you down the bed until your ass comes in contact with his thighs. You feel his cock against the inside of your thigh, and instinctively you clench around nothing, the ache flaming up.

You are not going to lie, having your legs spread wide like this with Yoongi staring straight at your exposed core, makes your somewhat nervous and excited at the same time.

You are excited to see for yourself if he really is as good as the claims he really is, but you nervous and scared to find out if your skills in the bedroom really are the problem to why you got dumped.

Yoongi sees the change in your eyes, “Last chance to back out.” He warns you, before reaching past you to the nightstand where he grabs the familiar foil packet. He must have put it there when you were still in the living room.

He’s giving you an out? “No,” you shake your head. “I wanna do this.”

“Thank fuck.” He breaths relieved, ripping the packet open with his teeth and seething himself with the latex.

His hand reaches between you. With one hand he spreads your legs even further apart and with the other he guides the head of his cock to your dripping entrance.

A shiver runs down your spine and you allow your eyes to flutter closed when you feel him press inside you. Each inch stretching you out, a burn of pleasure and pain following. He doesn’t stop until he is fully buried inside you, his balls laying against the curve of your ass.

Opening your eyes, you bite back a groan, your hands fisting the sheet beneath you. His thrusts starting out slow and shallow. Immediately you want more. You want him to pick up the pace, you want to feel his hips snapping against yours, but you decide to keep quiet. Instead you clench around him each time he sinks back inside you. Your walls sucking him in and making him suck in a breath.

Yoongi gets the hint, and with a firm hold on your hips, he picks up the speed, pounding into you. The room quickly fills with the sound of your skin slapping together and your cries of pleasure.

“Yoongi!” you shriek. The movement of his hips sending you further up the bed.

A deep groan radiates through his body, “Fuck me, you’re tight.”

You no longer have control of your own body. Your inner walls are having a mind of their own, clenching and unclenching rapidly, desperately trying to keep up with the intense pleasure that is making its way through your body.

Slowing down, he stills almost completely. His cock sliding in and out of your warm heat in slow strokes. You both watch as he sinks back in only to retreat seconds later. He’s dragging out both of your pleasure, wanting it to last as long as possible.

With his cock still buried inside you, he leans over you, his weight being supported by his forearms. Suddenly he’s very close, your eyes locking together, and it feels almost too intimate.

Gently he starts rolling his hips, not going too fast but setting just the right pace. Your hands travel up the side of his ribs, the tips of your fingers ghosting over his skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps. Stopping at his shoulders, you sneak your arms around his neck, his forehead coming to rest against yours.

He begins alternating between sharp and fast thrusts, and slow and gentle thrusts – the rhythm making your head spin. Gradually, Yoongi seems to get bored of the pace and his hips launch into action once again, snapping wildly against yours, drawing loud cries of pleasure from you.

Tightening your hold around his neck, you bring his lips to yours.

Kissing has always been one of your favorite things to do during sex. It just adds that one extra thing, making the whole process that much sweeter.

Taking your lower lips between his teeth, Yoongi sucks on it. The slight prickle of pain shooting through your body and to the place where you’re connected.

You whimper into the kiss, mumbling, “God, you feel so good.”

Slowing down a tad, he pulls back to look at you. “You like that, huh? You like me cock filling you up?”

You’ve never really been one to enjoy too much dirty talk, but the way Yoongi’s voice rings deeply through your ears, has your toes curling and your want to hear more.

“I love it,” you groan, your lips gracing his and you tease him with the tip of your tongue. Running it along his lower lip before giving it a gentle bite.

He snaps his hips harder, his cock brushing past your favorite set of nerves on each pass. “I can’t wait to feel you cum around my cock,” he hisses. “Can’t wait to feel you desperately milking my cock for my cum.”

His dirty talk is enough to send you straight to edge, dangling dangerously close to falling over. Your body shakes under him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades, ready to hold on once you fall head first into your orgasm.

“I’m so close, I’m so close, please don’t stop!” you pant, your eyes squeezing shut.

“Eyes on me, babygirl!” he snarls. “I want you to look into my eyes when I make you scream my name.”

The pounding of his hips intensifies with the look of pure animalistic hunger in his eyes. You feel the tension in your lower abdomen building before it explodes without further warning.

A half broken scream of his name flies past your lips as you cum around him, your eyes never venturing away from his darker ones. Your hips are jerking ferociously, meeting each of his thrusts.

Yoongi takes a hold of your hair at the top of your head, tilting it to make your lips meet. Hungrily, he kisses you, your lips working together as one.

“Fuck! I’m, fuck!” Seconds later you feel his cock pulsate and deep hiss vibrates through your lips as he spills inside the condom.

You help him ride out the last bit of his orgasm, your wall tightening around him, milking him for every last drop he has.

Slowing down, his thrusts turn sloppy, his previous rhythm flying out the window. Eventually, he stops completely, his cock still nestled deep inside you and his head falls to the crook of your neck. Content, you sigh – your fingers slowly running through his hair and massaging his scalp.

It’s so weird to lay with Yoongi like this after you’ve just had sex. He hasn’t even pulled out of you yet, but you really don’t mind it if you’re being honest. During the whole thing, you completely forgot the why’s and the who’s of why this happened in the first place, and you just enjoyed being in the moment.

Yoongi brushes his lips over your collarbone, one, twice, before pulling himself up in a sitting position and then pulling out of you.

You whimper at the loss of contact, already missing the feeling of his cock expanding you so perfectly.

While Yoongi discards the condom, you roll yourself into the duvet. With Yoongi no longer being on top of you, the chilly air in the bedroom makes itself known.

Before laying back down on the bed, Yoongi pulls on his boxers. You both lay staring up at the ceiling, neither of you knowing what to say. You’ve never been in this situation before, so you don’t know the right protocol for a one-night stand. Or whatever you might call what the two of you just did. Are you supposed to make small talk or are you just supposed to ask him straight forward if your bad in bed or not?

You decide to break the tension, “So…”

“So,” Yoongi repeats.

You sit up, twisting your body to face him. “I’m not sure how this works in a normal case of having a one-night stand, but could you please just tell me and get it over with?”

With a sigh he sits up. “Look, I’m not gonna lie to you,” he begins, and you already dread the rest. “You’re not the best I’ve had-“

“Fantastic!” You huff, your voice laced with sarcasm.

“Let me finish before you throw a tantrum.” You glare at him, but he ignores you. “I was going to say, that you’re not the best I’ve had, but you definitely not the worst I‘ve had either.”

“Really?” Not the worst he’s had either. “So I’m not bad in bed?”

“I would come back for seconds.” He reassures you with his famous smirk.

“Really?” You highly doubt that he would come back for seconds with any girl. “You?” You have to laugh. “I didn’t think your man whorering ways allowed you to come back for seconds?”

“If the fit is tight enough.” He drawls wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

You smack his arm. “Alright, that’s enough.” You clumsily crawl out of bed, Yoongi laughing when you almost fall over the duvet still wrapped around you. “Isn’t the other person supposed to leave after the act is done?”

Picking up his shirt from the floor, you throw it at him hoping he’ll take the hint. He’s done this enough times to know how it works.

He pulls it on without question, next reaching for his jeans and shoes.

You stand there, still wrapped in your in the duvet, watching him dress. He even looks good putting on his clothes, but you’d never tell him that.

He grabs the rest of his belongings and heads towards the door. You can’t do anything but stand there awkwardly as he leaves the room without looking back.

A feeling of quilt suddenly washes over you and you run after him. You catch him just as his hand touches the doorknob.

“Yoongi wait!”

Looking over his shoulder, he smiles bemused at you. Your hands clutching the duvet to your body and your hair resembling something close to a bird’s nest.

“Yeah?”

“I, uh…” clearing your throat you cast your eyes to the floor all of the sudden feeling shy. “I… Thank you.” You finally manage to say to him.

You truly mean it. You wouldn’t have felt right if he’d left without you telling him how much you appreciate him doing this for you. It’s a weird situation – one you never want to find yourself in again, but still, he might be the only one in the world willing to have done this for you. And you know that if the roles were reversed and you were in his shoes, you would’ve probably felt a little used.

“Thank you?” he gives you a funny look, a lopsided replacing his smirk.

“Yes, Thank you. I-I mean, I know yo-“

One second Yoongi is standing on the other side of the room, and the next he’s standing in front of you, his hands cupping your face and his lips crashing onto yours.

You’re caught off guard for only seconds. You kiss him back, your lips moving together tenderly and slowly. Softly, you sigh against him, letting him move the kiss in any way he wants. You can feel him smiling against your lips at your surrender. Even outside of the bedroom he enjoys the control.

He pecks your lips slowly before breaking apart. He looks into your eyes, his hands still cupping your face. Languidly, he runs the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip. You watch him bright eyed, curious to see what he’s going to do next.

He pecks your lips one last time before releasing you. He leaves you standing confused as he retakes his steps to the door.

He eyes you from head to toe one last time before saying, “If you ever wanna go for seconds, you know how to reach me.”

And with that he leaves. Leaving you standing behind alone in the middle of your hallway wrapped in a duvet, your jaw on the floor.

It has been a looooong time since i last wrote something smutty lol.... remember to like and reblog if you enjoyed reading ❁

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Idw Prowl is an evil SOB (took him two years to send the Wreckers to Garrus-9 and help Maxy (who was protecting all the war crimes the Bots did), put Maxy’s torturer and a war criminal on board the Lost Light cuz why not, sent Pharma to Delphi knowing it was DJD territory)

Prowl... Prowl’s creation and competence in his area of work is astounding. He is brilliant, creative, and defiantly apathetic of this world. But, he is very human in his own way. IDW Prowl is selfish, yet not. He is a unique in that aspect because most people make decisions like his for the sole reason of benefiting themselves. But Prowl’s sole reason of existing is to create PEACE.

Peace. Peace can only be done when people are complacent, happy, and satisfied. When things are stationary. Stable.

But life is never stable. Elements desire to form bonds, yet are almost always leaning towards to instability... Prowl’s form of PEACE is a world where there is no fighting. But everything sentient requires to fulfill its desires. As long as there is desire, people will fight.

A world of PEACE would be a world of full control, there are no surprises, no change. Safety, routines, and constants. No creativity, no development... nothing. stagnant.

But I must admire Prowl’s tenacity and dedication to this world!

He sacrifices everything for the sake of the directive, preserve cybertron, PEACE. He sacrifices his morals (Robot Gets Bullied By a Human), his dignity (Recent News, Cop Accepts Orgy For The Means of Establishing Peace, his body (Recent News, Cop gets Molested by A Spider for The Autobot Cause), and of course, thousands of lives (Not Recent News). :D Prowl respects and understands that there will always be chaos and instability, and he is so very flexible around it all! He literally can maximize everything and anything he has. He is the embodiment of consequentialism with a lil dash of politics. I wish my group project members were 1% as productive as him! Prowl tries to put everything black and white, and he gets upset when things get far more tricky, and wants to get everything in control so people can stay safe and remain in peace and not fight! And that’s a respectable goal! Control can be good, it means one understands and is able to retain themselves and the thing they are controlling. But Prowl doesn’t want to accept that there are things out of his control. And Prowl likes to think he’s justified when he controls the uncontrollable.

I mean, yeah, if he didn’t do what he did, the autobots would have been six feet under A LOT EARLIER. Optimus is not a good leader, preserving organic life over his own soldiers? Psh. Look at Spike, he’s got valid points and can I understand why he left the ‘bots. Prowl’s probably thinking everyday, DAMN, OP, WHY R U SO DUMB. LISTEN WE NEED TO FEED OUR SOLDIERS AND PRIORITIZE OUR SPECIES LIVES INSTEAD OF THIS FUCKING CARBON BASED CIRCLE. HELLO??? And literally Prowl could have been like I’m gonna get ya assassinated so I CAN HAVE IT MY WAY. But Prowl was BORN for the RULES. To follow, to MAKE PEACE. Killing the prime figurehead is against that, even if it would make his life way easier! (hence, not that selfish and also sad that your life is the rules. That’s a short leash, but he makes due)

Honestly I feel bad for Prowl. Must suck to be so big brain that everyone hates you when you say the truths (but also you could learn some more tricks from Jazz to be nicer and hide the truth, but that’s scary because a nicer prowl means more people he can trick and use. Thanks Prowl for being so straightforward! Now people can avoid you easier). He's so straightforward about things that need to be done, he’s in constant denial about the grey area of life!

That’s why when Spike slapped Prowl with reality slaps, Prowl lost some of his shit. Remember, nearly everyone had the edgy depressed time in their teens or young adult years where you realize the world is truly unfair and nothing is black and white? Yeah. Slap that on a 6+ million year old robot with a battle computer and is capable of big brain CPU-age, and was literally built for the sole purpose of enforcing rules and making peace? And no one really cared about Prowl enough to understand him and his background. So Prowl goes through his angst moment alone with his huge titties, frustrated. THIS. IS. WHY. YOU. COMMUNICATE. YA DINGUS.

Prowl doesn’t become a school shooter like Pharma cuz hes got bigger brain and a lot more power and control over himself, but he literally becomes Shadow The Hedgehog (Even if the world’s against me I’ll fight like I’ve always have). HE’S GONE ROGUE. MA’AM, SIR, THE FUCKING OREO COOKIE HAS TRANSFORMED AND ROLLED OUT. like. OP was the one thing holding prowl back, which was good! But now prowl’s on the roll and bumblebee is too nice and passive to hold him back. + the bombshell brainwash? feels so bad. being prowl sucks. because Prowl is a necessary evil.

At least he’s wonderfully blunt about his goal to create a peaceful cybertron, which makes it easier if you want to avoid him or smth. meanwhile you have fake people IRL that smile their way through and then slit your throat and you won’t even know it was them (hey jazz, no offense, but that’s what spec ops does). Fakers are the scariest enemy, but Prowl is still a threat, just not as big as a someone who fluffs you up on a balloon and then pops it. Prowl would just be like, hey, you’re really useful, come over here in my white van i wanna show you something and then maybe you get destroyed. But hey! You were the one with the highest chance of surviving compared to other people! Isn’t that great? You’re so skilled WOW. (Prowl gets punched. Again!) Prowl represents the necessary evil in society. We WILL ALWAYS HAVE EVIL people in this world. But Prowl is a far better evil than people who do evil for their own selfish reasons. It’s like how we have law enforcers and politicians . It’s basically giving them legal rights to do illegal things (lmao). BUT we need them regardless. We need those people to get their hands dirty, possibly killed, so that people can live in innocence and peace.

I don’t think Prowl ever realized that he was a necessary evil, and when Spike showed him that, he was bitter. But he accepted it. Which I respect because most people can’t be bothered to understand themselves and just throw themselves in denial, and point fingers for their flaws. Prowl sucks up and understands who he is, and he makes the best of it to achieve his goal. I mean, honestly? Prowl is probably a miracle worker. Not in a Ratchet sense. But look at the way modern governments run, nothing gets done, everything is stalled because no one has the guts to make sacrifices. Prowl would have gotten a shit ton of things done, man, and take quick efficient action. Even if he sacrifices many things for it. (Warning. I do not condone any taking of lives, NO ONE has the right to judge whenever a person should live or die.) Prowl reminds me of 秦始皇 (Qin Shi Huang), the king who unified China and sacrificed millions to make the Great Wall, canals, and road systems that last to this day. If it wasn’t for these accomplishments, China wouldn’t have been what it is today. Was it a good thing? For the future residents of China? Hell yeah. But the costs? Those are sins that can never be erased, and they are horrible and shouldn't be done ever again. Was it necessary? Perhaps. But that’s another discussion. Is Prowl evil? Depends on your definition of evil. Perhaps he’s justified, perhaps in his world, he’ll go down as the Qin Shi Huang of the Cybertronians. Regardless, Prowl like Pharma, is an EXCELLENT example to study on public ethics, and administrative officials should analyze him and learn from his mistakes and sins. I think Prowl is not evil in a sense that he wishes to harm others, but evil in a sense of his apathy. Prowl is a necessary component to a functional society (someone to plot, to use people, to enforce rules even if some are sacrificed, someone who can get their hands dirty). He lives a terrible and sad fate, and I do not wish ANYONE to live a life like Prowl’s or look up to Prowl. Yes, he’s so clever and brilliant, but that kind of power will make you the loneliest person on Earth.

Thanks Prowl for taking the entire load of sin on your shoulders! Big MVP! You get nothing from the world except hate and contempt. I would go on about him more but I have IRL stuff to do. I love Prowl as an example to tell people that MODERATION. COMMUNICATION. AND COMPASSION are important factors to have a healthy and good mental state. Prowl is the perfect example of someone who doesn’t want to empathize (haha so many people are like this today), who doesn’t want to try to use more braincells and friends help to make better plans that are more moderate and not extreme, and who doesn’t want to talk to anyone thinking its a waste of time or have difficulty explaining things. BUT I LOVE G1 PROWL because he has far more patience and manners, and doesn’t take a darker, route for his goals. awhohdohd he’s baby,,, i wish all cops had patience and manners and in general open-minded yet cautious enough not to be taken advantage of,,,, perhaps then we wouldn’t have so much polarization and fighting with authority in this world....

uwuwwuwuwuw they did prowl so dirty in idw WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ;____; Again, you are welcome to disagree or agree! I wrote this really quickly so I’m sure there will be points that could be clarified or edited. Prowl’s really complicated and I do not like to talk about current IRL problems, but Prowl represents a lot of problems in society. And I think it’s critical if we try to look at both perspectives to get an understanding on WHY people do these things, and is there a solution to AVOID making those same mistakes? There’s a couple of controversial things in this short essay I wrote, esp. about cops IRL. So feel free to have at it! Or ignore it! Whichever is more comfortable for you! Thanks for coming to my ted talk! Again, Prowl is a bad influence and a sorrowful life to live. please do not try to be like prowl. xD I won’t intrude on you if you do, because you have a right to live the life you want as long as you’re not hurting other people’s interests and wellbeing!

#prowl #transformers #idw #asks #omfg #prowl is so horrible to write about #ugh #oof #idw prowl is the bane of my existence #i love g1 prowl

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Burned Chapter 15

Roy had been expecting a call in the wee hours of the morning. Even if there wasn't any news on the case, just an update, something- from Hughes.

They'd gotten home around midnight. Ed had grabbed a brief shower- it'd taken awhile to scrub the dirt and blood off himself, Roy had assumed- but the boy had made an appearance in the kitchen, looking cleaner, but exhausted.

He'd managed to coax the boy into drinking half a cup of tea- with a splash of milk disguised by copious amounts of honey- before convincing him to head upstairs, because it was investigation's department, and there was nothing he'd be able to do anyways.

Roy had fallen asleep downstairs on the couch, waiting for the phone call from Hughes that never came. He woke up at 3:13am with a sore back from falling asleep slumped over. He slogged upstairs, still just as exhausted and frustrated as when he'd fallen asleep.

He noticed a light creeping under the door of the other bedroom- Al's room- and he frowned, lightly knocking on the door.

"Come in." Al's muffled voice replied.

Roy did. Al was seated in the center of the room cross-legged, various research reports and open books spread out on the floor around him.

"Is everything okay, Colonel?"

"Yeah. I was just heading to bed and noticed the light was on. Wanted to make sure you were alright." only now, it was dawning on him that Alphonse didn't sleep. When he'd first begun staying at Roy's home, he'd turn his lights out at night, but as he'd grown more comfortable, he'd taken to quietly reading and doing small tasks at night.

"Oh yes, I'm fine. Colonel... is brother okay? I saw him when he came in- he was covered in blood. And I know he's not hurt, but he wouldn't talk to me about it. He just went right to bed. He only keeps things from me that are bad. Horrible, even. Because he doesn't want to upset me. But I notice. This has something to do with the ladies that keep getting killed, doesn't it?"

Roy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. How was it he always underestimated Alphonse Elric at every turn? When he'd first met the boy- an eleven year old with a soul trapped in a suit of armor who passed the written state alchemist's exam- to now- the perceptive child sitting on his floor, reading during the day and night because it was physically impossible for him to sleep.

He was too tired to come up with a decent lie. And besides, the way those quiet soulfire eyes bore into his own, he knew Alphonse wouldn't believe it, anyways.

"Yes, Alphonse, it is. Hughes and I have been trying to keep your brother out of it- but tonight he found a body. Hughes is handling it. In fact- I'm expecting a call from him anytime now. If the phone rings and I don't get it- will you get it for me?"

"Of course." Alphonse sounded much cheerier at this- he just liked to be kept in the loop, Roy realized. Knowing Ed, he tried to shield Al from anything not related to them getting their bodies back- he felt the military issues were his cross to bear, and his alone. It wasn't true- Alphonse was more than willing to help his brother- but Ed felt it was his responsibility, his duty, as the older brother to keep Al away from such things.

Still, that wasn't a problem he could solve tonight anyways. And with Alphonse awake and ready to answer the phone, he was free to go to bed. The day had been exhausting.

"Thanks. Goodnight, Alphonse."

"Goodnight, Colonel."

Roy quietly shut the door behind him and started towards his room. He was about halfway down the hall but stopped past the door of Ed's room when he heard a muffled whimper. He paused, sighing, before he palmed the door open and stepped into the darkness quietly. Ed was curled beneath the blankets, but after a day as hard as this, it wasn't hard to see the kid was probably going to have nightmares.

Ed was wrapped in the sheets, his blond hair strewn about behind him on the pillow. His hands grasped at the sheets and he squirmed slightly in his sleep, a half-sob half whimper breaking the quiet of the night as his legs twitched restlessly.

"Easy, Ed. It's alright, buddy." Roy picked his way over beside the bed, his earlier exhaustion forgotten.

In the early days, when Ed had first been healing here, he'd learned that during nightmares, speaking to Ed could calm him down adequately. He understood the fear of being in the dark and alone- hearing someone talking to you made the darkness less lonely, and not nearly as terrifying.

"I know. You had a real rough day today. We all did. But you the most, probably." Roy was beside the bed, now, and he reached over, gently brushing the boy's bangs away from his face. Ed's breathing had slowed slightly, and his face was no longer screwed up in distress, though he was still breathing fast and his fingers still worried the sheets slightly.

"You did good though. You were scared- I know you were scared- but you stayed calm. Calmer than me, in fact. When I saw you come in covered in blood- I thought I was going to faint. I was scared I'd lost you all over again."

Roy paused mid-way to brushing Ed's hair from his face, realizing his hand was shaking. He took a deep breath to steady himself before he continued, reaching down to gently brush Ed's golden locks aside, more as a gesture of affection now than to be able to see Ed's face.

"I'm proud of you, Ed. Of how far you've come- you've always been a brave, stubborn little brat- but seeing you grow up into the alchemist I knew you could be- I never knew how rewarding that'd be."

Ed let out a long breath- he was no longer panting anxiously. Roy cracked a slight smile. Ed was relaxing- yet again it was proof that just talking to the boy was enough to calm him down. With Ed's face relaxed, he wiggled his toes beneath the blankets and shifted slightly, snuffling into the pillow. it was cute, almost. Roy couldn't help but smile. Ed looked so much younger while he slept.

He pulled out the chair he kept in the corner of the small bedroom, sitting down heavily and blinking.

"You don't have to be so strong you know. You're only a kid. You don't have to hold the weight of the world on your shoulders. I mean, I understand trying to protect Al, but you're human- you're just a kid. You aren't alone. You have me. And the team. Just... try not to be such a hero, kid. It never got me anywhere."

He sighed, leaning back in the chair. The weariness that'd been slowly stalking him overtook him once again, settling deep into his bones. He'd just rest his eyes for a moment, and then head off to his own room for the night...

"Hey. Hey Roy, wake up! Hey!"

"Brother, you really should be nicer..."

"This IS nice Al! I made him toast! I don't just do this for anyone!"

Roy peeled his eyes open to see Edward, clad in black jeans and a loose-fitting T-shirt, with his hair in pony tail and a plate full of toast in hand, with Al behind him in the doorway.

"Besides, he's the one who fell asleep in my room!"

"...in my house." Roy groused, reaching up to scrub an eye with one hand. The crick in his back felt much worse, now.

"You're awake!" Al chorused, sounding pleased.

"Eat this toast. I made it myself cuz you pretty much died in the chair."

Roy opened his mouth to yawn, only to have a piece of toast shoved in his mouth. He started coughing.

"Brother!" Al scolded.

"What? I'm feeding him breakfast. That's what you're supposed to do!"

Roy coughed, spitting out the toast slice in one hand and swallowing the bite in his mouth.

"Yeah, it's good. Chewy, though..."

"That's cuz I put peanut butter on it." Ed beamed. "We're out of bread, by the way." he looked a little sheepish.

Roy frowned, becoming more awake by the second. "Why do I smell smoke?"

"We put out the fire!" Alphonse chimed in, trying to be helpful.

"Don't tell him that!" Ed protested.

Roy frowned. How was it 2 alchemist protegees couldn't make toast without nearly burning his house down?

Still, he had bigger things to worry about. "What time is it?"

"Noon. You pretty much died in the chair, like I said. And Alphonse found a cat, and I don't like it, but he put it in the living room anyways."

"It was raining! I couldn't leave it!" Al protested.

"Wait, noon!?" Roy was stumbling to his feet.

"Yeah."

"What about that phone call? Did the phone ring last night? Did Hughes call?"

"Nobody called except Hawkeye. She said we could stay home from work today cuz she heard about what happened." Ed took a bite on his own piece of toast, frowning.

"Of course she did." Roy made a mental note to thank her later, stumbling into the hallway and into his study and going for the phone. It was nearly noon, and Hughes hadn't called? Something was up.

He dialed the familiar number and waited.

"Detective Hughes here." Hughes sounded half dead.

"Hey." Roy tried to keep the irritation out of his voice. "I was expecting a call from you. Maybe not news, but just an update of some kind since last night."

"Sorry. I haven't been home. I've been chasing leads."

"All night?" the silence on the line and the lack of cheer in his friend's voice confirmed his guess to be true.

"I have to solve this, Roy. This guy- whoever he is- made a mistake. The killing last night- was done by the theater where a political rally was being held. All those spectators watching- someone had to have seen something. There was a sign in sheet passed around, I've been interviewing. We're on interview... 87? Of approximately 150. I can't talk long- one of the candidates who was giving a speech, Susans- she's coming in soon."

"You need help. You've been up for nearly 24 hours straight, you have too many leads to handle and you're not thinking clearly. I can be over there in half an hour..."

"No. You need to stay and keep an eye on Ed. I don't want him involved in this. We're close to a break, I can feel it..."

"Hughes..."

"I can feel it Roy!" Hughes snapped, and Roy paused. Hughes wasn't one to shout normally.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because... the killer's been too rash. He made a mistake. Ed said the victim's pink purse was left behind at the scene. When my team got down there, there was no purse."

"Whose to say robbers didn't just take it?"

"They would've taken the money. Our victim was a school teacher, and she'd just been to the bank. The clerk remembered her cashing her paycheck. And we found it. All 174 cens of bills in that alley. Crumpled up and bloodstained, but all there. They just. took. The purse."

Roy frowned, turning the fact over in his mind. "But if Ed saw it..."

"Then the killer came back and took a souvenir. Between the time Ed found the body and before investigations arrived, the killer came back for a memento."

The phone receiver clattered to the desk as it slipped from Roy's fingers and his blood ran cold.

Whoever the hell this sick bastard was... he'd come back for a souvenir.

Ed hadn't seen the killer, but perhaps he'd still been there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for a moment to strike while Ed had been close by.

Roy picked up the phone again, trying to calm his racing thoughts. Once again, Edward was lucky to escape alive.

"So someone has to have seen it. 143 spectators. 3 Politicians. 14 staff. Someone saw something. Our killer is boxing himself in. I can find this, I just need Ed safe with you and out of the picture..."

"At least let me send Hawkeye. She can help you. Don't tell me you couldn't use a 2 hour nap and some more manpower, because that's a lie and we both know it."

Hughes sighed. "Yeah. Sure, send her over, but keep Ed safe. He was there last night- the killer might've been there, Roy. Watching him."

"I know."

"This killer has been getting more aggressive. I don't want his luck to run out."

"Understood. I'll have Hawkeye and some staff drop by. When you get a break- call me. Okay?"

"Okay. Thanks, Roy." Hughes sounded exhausted but grateful.

"Take care of yourself, Hughes."

Roy hung up the phone and sighed. He was anxious for a break in the case too- the case had become too personal. Part of him resented not being able to go and help himself, but when he thought of Ed being anywhere close to this lunatic again, he knew why it was important to keep away.

"Mow?"

A ball of orange fluff jumped up on the desk next to him and started to rub his arms and purr.

"What the hell!?"

"That's Iggy." Ed frowned, crossing his arms and looking up at Mustang with distaste. "That weird ass cat Al found. I don't like him, he's shifty."

Roy looked down. The cat was rather bedraggled looking, and it's eyes were lopsided, looking in two different directions. It was kind of unnerving.

The cat started to purr like a motor, pawing at his hand and begging for pets. The cat was also drooling.

"Oh yeah. It might have rabies. Hughes have any news on the case?"

"No. Nothing yet. And you're not involved in the case anyways."

Roy frowned, picking up Iggy the cat and setting him on the ground. The cat promptly fell over like a drunk, sprawled out on the rug, and fell asleep.

"Right. When you find him, I want to help hunt him down."

"Ed. No."

"It's personal now!" Ed stomped his foot. "Like it or not, I AM involved, and I'm not gonna sit around like some useless child!"

"I never said you were a useless child. But we could use you elsewear."

"Yeah? Like where?" Ed raised an incendiary eyebrow.

"Here. Helping me figure out how to vote in this damned election this afternoon. And helping Gracia and Elicia. Hughes hasn't been home from the office in awhile, I'm sure Elicia could use a hand with the shopping and you and Al can help with Elicia."

There was a small poof as Iggy the cat farted himself awake before promptly dozing back off again.

"And also- we gotta find somebody to adopt this cat."

There it is, folks! An OC kitty!

And as usual... the ko-fi link, if you like the trash I, a human dumpster fire, produce https://ko-fi.com/fluffykitty12

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JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

GUrll ur so sexy... Like you're Hot. I don't care if you were bullied in school, you're sexy, they lied.

Also bitch I KNEW i related to you too much our ascendants are both in leo we're so hot.

Ok ok no now I'll stop complimenting and start with the roasting here we go:

So the sun is your sense of "self" it represents you on the more base level i guess you could say, like what most people think you're like is represented by your sun. With Sagittarius being your sun it means you're very energetic Especially for those things you are passionate about, you might have gone through a LOT of hobbies, only a few of them stuck around but you like to try things. You're curious about the way people's minds works, you wanna figure them out. If the conversations you have don't involve some form of psychoanalysis or philosophy you might loose interest. You are a Talker, maybe you talk very fast or you are often told to lower your voice but you don't do it on purpose you're just very very animated. You are kina volatile, in the sense that you value freedom in everything, love, work, hobbies. You have a huge rebellious streak and you kinda like testing your luck. Think adrenaline junkie. It's cliché but with this much Sagittarius in your chart you prob love traveling, like i said you will chase freedom because you associate it with happiness. If you find people that make you feel free then you feel happy. Rules don't go well with you. You don't really like being involved with fights per se but you LOVE debating, if you can beat a motherfucker with nothing but facts and logic you will and you will enjoy it.

Your way of flirting or making friends is "lowkey bullying" or my favourite "verbally throwing hands". If they shoot back you get heart eyes (my mars in sag agrees). You can be tactless as fuck tho. Like you will say some outrageous shit that MIGHT be funny if the timing is right or MIGHT make everyone in a 5 mile radius mad.

I NEED to talk about your moon in sag bc Babe, babe the moon tells us about our emotions and how we deal with them, how we express them and how they shape us. But BABE. Sagittarius moons are so bad at comforting people it's embarrassing, trying to make them think of smth else or do smth else to distract from the situation is NOT a good way to deal with your emotions... Avoiding your emotions like the plague is not gonna invent a vaccine... Saying "everything is fine :)" DOESN'T MAKE ANYTHING FINE PLEASE GO TO THERAPY. ok to give you some credit, you don't let shit bring you down, no matter what you always get up and that is a *strength* that i admire, but love you're burning the candle at both ends, especially if you get yourself in More problems by trying to distract yourself from One problem.

Also you've had a horsegirl phase or a dog obsession phase or both huh. AND your love language is sarcasm but the type that you will make someone laugh when you're insulting them. You're also hilarious irl you're prob the "funny friend" but with that scorpio mars and venus baby inside ur sad and dark as fuck ripp.

I also wanted to talk about your mercury in sag... Babe... Do you know what a brain to mouth filter IS?! do you recognize that word?!?! Cuz you have never used yours i think. Like you are hilarious but that's because you have dolphins in the head cavity baby. Not trying to say you're stupid, you're actually very smart and opinionated, probably have been told that you'd be a great lawyer or smth. But miss gurl please think before you speak for the love of god ur gonna make someone cry. Also ur mouth is foul. Have you ever spoken a sentence without a "fuck" or a "cunt" somewhere in there?! God bless.

Now for your scorpio Venus I'm just gonna say, more confirmation that ur Sexy as Fuck, scorpio venuses are just sexy, amazing partners, VERY passionate, whoever dates you will never forget you, for better or for worse you'll forever be on the back of their mind. You had a harsh emo phase huh, maybe loved some obscure shit like witchcraft or just love dressing all black like someone's mother died, i bet you wear silver jewelry a lot, maybe necklaces or rings or chockers. If this isn't how you dress now it was prob a major phase in your life. Or maybe you just love horror movies idk

Being as passionate as you are you don't take well to being mistreated or lied to, you might like to plot revenge and things like those, you wouldn't do anything... You actually prefer letting things go but you WILL make an elaborate scenario in your head at 3am or even as you stare right in the persons face.

With mars in scorpio you might be kinda passive aggressive, maybe you act like things don't really bother you but you throw a comment or two once in a while just to stir the pot bc you can't move on lmfao.

You are attracted to people that are introverts or generally just mysterious, like i said above the nature of the Sagittarius is to Learn and to Study. People that you can't immediately figure out intrigue you. All your crushes are either on geminis or water signs lmfao.

The best careers for you are the ones that allow you some freedom of either movement or expression and something that can keep your mind from flying away, something that keeps you intrigued, like research or writing. You're a very "all or nothing" person and it can sometimes scare people away, i advise you to work on compromising, being less stubborn and more open with your emotions and desires.

(part one bc I'm taking too long and I don't wanna keep you waiting so much) I'll reblog this with part 2

Alright here we go part 2 of Roasting hella until she finds out I'm hiding in her walls.

I will skip over some planets that are Very slow moving and usually don't talk about you as an individual but refer to your generation as a whole.

I wanna focus on lilith for a sec bc worstie lilith talks about our fears, our more "darker" side that we hide from ourselves as well as the people that we love. Lilith in aries in the eleventh house tells me you might be afraid to take charge, you gravitate towards positions of leadership but you let go on the last second, almost afraid to have too much control, very often self sabotaging your own success. Your anger and you own ambition might scare you, you might be afraid of appearing too aggressive bc under your skin you have a deep rooted anger and rebellion that you wish to relieve but you can't find a good enough outlet, some things soothe it but you always feel like it never leaves. It might be related to some form of resentment that you never truly dealt with and now it sits uncomfortably with you and you just can't get over it and it bothers you. You might have been shy in groups as a child, maybe you talked a lot but it was always from a fear of the silence not always because you had something to say. The eleventh house is that of groups and friends and social awareness, technology and your hopes and wishes for the future, having lilith in this house talks about someone who had a hard time feeling comfortable around people OR someone who wasn't very accepted. You might have desperately wished for friends but have found it hard to find any. Or if you did, you deep down felt very alone. I would advise to learn to accept your anger and deal with it in healthy ways instead of brushing it off and repressing it.

The north node talks about what you need to focus more in your life for example in your case with Gemini in your North node you need to focus more on your communication letting go of anxiety and your relation with other people you need to become more interested in intellectual pursuit and growth. You need to let go off the need to always be right and look more at details instead of focusing on on the bigger picture all of the time. When your North node is is in Gemini then your South node is in Sagittarius which tells me that what you should focus less on is your pursuit of freedom and your rebellion. Be more aware of your words and use them with maturity.

Now let's have some fun with the ascendent in leo which we share and now i see why ur so relatable. The first house or the ascendant is that very superficial layer of our personality, it includes the way we carry ourselves, our style, the little habits or quirks we have. One thing about leo ascendants is that we have an obsession with our hair. Hair is important to us, some have huge hair that might remind you of a lions mane, others just have very unique style or color but we ALL are lowkey or highkey obsessed with it, either constantly touching it, pulling it, chewing on it, cutting it or dying it in unique ways you name it. You might have a rather large nose or cat like eyes.

This ascendent is full of life and light, very funny, light hearted and luxurious, you want to live that good life and i don't blame you. A negative aspect is that we come of as intimidating to others. ALL of my friends AND my ex have at some point told me I was intimidating to them. It makes us prone to overcompensating for it later in life so maybe now you're super outgoing and extroverted and you approach people first and try to be super friendly. Also you're an attention whore (affectionate) with a flare for the dramatics, very flamboyant, you basically fill the room with personality, it attracts attention and you love it. You're what people would call a "sunny" person.

You're hella competitive (get it lol) and you LOVE fighting your way to the top and crushing the competition. You're probably a weirdo that low key likes school. Not the way it's run or the teachers or whatever, but the "idea" of school. If you could just learn all your life you absolutely would.

Second house in virgo. The 2nd house is the house of money, work, income, daily routines, values, material possessions, habits, work ethic ect being in virgo it means you can have an extremely good work ethic, you put a lot of thought in planning and mapping your work, you might get overly critical on your work though and often undermine your own success and efforts because they didn't fit your impossible standards. You can be very organized in your work, you want things to be a certain way and if they don't follow your plan you will Make them. Its a good position for virgo but yoh need to be aware of not overworking by trying to do Everything on your own. Let others help you, and let people in your work do their own things don't try to help if not asked to because you will overwork yourself.

The third house is that of the mind, thinking, communication, siblings, interests and early education, in your case it is in Libra which means that you're early education might not have been very stable or it was a period of time that you look back with a lot of fondness but not much substance. You are a good talker but you get lost when it comes to details, you are indecisive when it comes to settling on an opinion on something if you don't have All the facts first, you always want to be right. You are pretty open minded and easy to talk to but you might have the bad habit of rambling off topic. You change interests constantly and you prob like to talk about others, you wanna know the tea if it kills you. You prob had a crush on a childhood best friend or on a hot neighbor. Your relationship with your siblings might be pretty good, friendly, no particular resentment or anything like that, you might be the one that everyone treats a little better, people let you get away with things more often, you might be the one that takes 2 hours in the bathroom lol.

Oof fourth house in scorpio babe how are the mommy issues? 😬 How is your relationship with your femininity? Having trouble with keeping secrets? So the fourth house is the one responsible for your home roots, your family, self-care, emotions, your mother, women and your femininity and having Scorpio here tells me that you might have very strong ties to your family, but they weren't healthy or emotionally supportive. You have grown with people that might have undermined your emotions, people that didn't teach you to set healthy boundaries and maybe even manipulators and gaslighters. You might have been the type to put your foot down a lot a home, assuming a very dominant role as well as the defender. You're very private about your family life and don't want to let people too close.

Ah i just noticed u have like 3 planets in this house including ur Sun and Moon, babe this house is what you need to focus on when you go to therapy. This almost secretive, guarded approach to understanding your own emotions is very prominent in how you see yourself, how you feel and with Pluto there, how you change. I could say the biggest changes in your life have happened in these areas and they have left the biggest impacts on you. Yes you are passionate and protective but don't let bad feelings marinate forever, address them and then move on from them because they're just weighting you down.

Fifth house in sag, also the house of your mercury. This house represents Love, romance, creativity, self expression, joy and childlike spirit. It tells me the way you express your creativity is through words which makes sense since you're a great writer, but not only, the way you express Love is also through your words, expression and free thoughts are your way you tell your loved ones how much you mean to them, think poetry, long rants, music recommendations bc of specific song lyrics, you have been writing form childhood and it's one of the ways you express your view on beauty as well, to you love is freedom and freedom is expression.

Capricorn in the sixth house paired with both uranus and neptune being in it tells me there is something about your knees, joints, bones or teeth in particular that stands out when it comes to your health, maybe you tend to break your teeth, maybe you like chewing on crunchy foods, maybe your joints crack a lot, idk but I'd drink my milk if i was you, take care of your joints and bones. Also for you, being emotionally unwell often translates to being Physically unwell as well, so be mindful of your emotions because they do affect you physically. You need to keep hydrated also and your health plan needs structure for it to work bc that neptune makes everything very chaotic and uranus constantly makes you bored and wanting to spice things up. Take care of your emotional needs just as much as you would with your physical ones. And for the love of jesus be CAREFUL with alcohol or smoking because that neptune in ur health house could mean serious trouble if you let it become an addiction, don't push it.

Aquarius in the seventh house of relationships, marriage, contracts, business partners ect means you are untraditionally traditional. That makes sense in my head let me explain. Aquarius is a sign that seeks individualism desperately, it likes to feel like a special person, impossible to understand. Yet always feels comfortable in the structure of traditional and safe paths. So for example you might marry someone in a way that is not traditional but at the end of the day you wish for your marriage to have a stability you would feel safe falling into. Also it says ur gay. Air signs in the relationship house says ur gay i Make the rules.

Pisces is in the eighth house of sex, intimacy, shared finances, inheritance, taxes, loans, property, mystery, partner's resources. This tells me you fuck with feeling lmfao. Or you simply make your love life something "special", a connection that only you and ur person can share, it's what makes you an amazing lover and an unforgettable one as well. But as amazing as you are at creating a otherworldly atmosphere, ur just as shit at setting boundaries and saying something when you don't like something. You don't like to see things that you love ending and a failed relationship makes you blame yourself too much, you have the tendency to stay in situations where you are being mistreated but you tell yourself It's on you.

A recurring theme I'm seeing is some weakness when it comes to liars or manipulators in your life. So either you irrationally fear people are lying to you because you "lie" to them about yourself or a lot of people in your childhood might have used lying or gaslighting as a way to keep you under control. I would advise to try not to overthink and become paranoid, people love you and they believe in you and they aren't deceiving you, they don't secretly mean something different from what they have said. Listen to your intuition about people sure, but don't confuse it with anxiety.

With lilith and aries in the 9th house of travel and higher education and religion I'm gonna assume you might have religious trauma. Religion might have been a way that people used to try and control you, if not religion then some form of system or government law. Being queer i completely understand the sentiment but in your case it's take a step further because you Value the ideals of this house so much, with lilith here, it's like at som point in your life you were finally awakened to how much injustice there was in the world ant that has made you very inclined to take action, you cannot stand unjust government or non tolerating religions. You might have felt crushed under an unjust system and it took you a lot of will and conviction to find your individuality and build yourself how you wanted once you were free.

Your midheaven in taurus tells me you are one that will achieve any goals you set your mind to. It might take you time, you might procrastinate around it, but at the end of the day, you will do it and you will do it well and it will be rewarding. If your father isn't a Taurus then he was a stable figure in your life, very much a rock for better or for worse. In your career life people will see you as very competent, very down to earth and helpful but you know you just procrastinated till the last second possible and stayed up all night do finish your work... You will seek careers that you believe will guarantee you stable income and a comfortable life. You might indulge in luxury from time to time because you think in order to get the position you want at work you need to look the part. Ultimately it's your sheer stubbornness and spite that gets you all the way up to the top of the food chain.

The eleventh house of groups, friendships, humanitarianism, and social awareness is in your case in gemini. It tells me you value friendship extremely and you surround yourself with a diverse cast of friends, you couldn't mix your different friend groups if you tried and you have tried. You have the habit of being too friendly to everyone which makes you end up with more friends than you know what to do with. You are approachable but people can get the impression that you are putting up a show or a facade and your emotions arent genuine, it's not always the case but you need to be more truthful and assertive, put some boundaries and don't let people get away with shit you don't like. Your public persona is very well liked, seen as fun and bright and smart and overall a joy to be around.

Now that last placement... 12th house cancer, i have the same placement and babe I'm sorry for all the shit you have been through. You deserve the freedom to be unhappy and to express that unhappiness in healthy ways. You deserve to be given unconditional love and support no matter how many mistakes you say you have made no matter how overly pessimistic you are about yourself it doesn't matter you're amazing and i love you and you deserve the world.

With jupiter the planet of expansion in the 12th house of endings, spirituality, solitude and karma?! Gurl i did say u were a cult leader but i didn't think it was astrologically backed up rippp. But it also says you might have a hard time getting the motivation to finish things, you might take a long time to finish a project. This house placements also tells me you're amazing at writing emotional ass fantasy stories which by now we have confirmed, but if you have like, an original idea for a book don't hesitate to get it started babe bc u have a very promising placement for that. Don't get too dragged into a sad whirlpool of emotions and daydreams but bring your creative ideas to life and you'll be fine.

This is all I'm doing today and i think it's enough lol. I'm posting this I'm sorry to my followers for the long ass post I'll tag it so you can filter it. This was a whole psycho-astrological analysis of our favourite writer Hellspawn1975. I have wanted to study her like a new lizard species for a while and i finally got the chance thank you hella for the opportunity.

Final words to @hella1975 i hate you and I'll fuck ur mom tomorrow, gn babe <3

#warning long post #long post #i am sorry #after intense study of this species i diagnose her with #gay homosexual gay #thank you everyone

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crasherfly · 3 years

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What the Hell is a Fumo Anyway?

So how did you learn about Fumos?

I don’t know when I first became aware of Fumos. I’d guess it came up in a stream at Spriteclub.tv, where many of the users are fans of the Touhou series, or at least its characters.

Streams tend to be ground zero for memes, and Fumos have quickly become the flagship meme of the rapidly growing Touhou community. I’m sure what happened was that one user mentioned the word Fumo, and me, being the curious soul that I am, googlged it, and the rest is history.

Since then I’ve obtained 4 of these precious plushies. I’m in the process of obtaining my 5th. I’ve posted hundreds of pictures and a few videos. I’ve dug up my old lighting kit for the first time since my old film days. I’ve made cross country trips and visited landmarks in pursuit of getting pictures of my fumos in unusual or interesting places. And in the meantime, I’ve been learning via trial and error how to become a digital personality in a way I hadn’t before.

What’s the reaction been like?

The results have been decidedly mixed- amongst the Fumo community, my pictures have traveled pretty far, racking up tons of likes and retweets, especially recently as bigger accounts started picking up my work. More engagement means I create more Fumo content, which reached a point where this was pretty much ALL my main account was dedicated to.

The negative side of this is that my IRL friends and mutuals have all but dropped off my Twitter map with the exception of a select few. Weirder still, not only have they not engaged with this latest hobby of mine, but they won’t even like, acknowledge it exists. Like, you’d think there’d be questions about what a grown dude is doing taking pictures of dolls- but nope. Nothing but silence- and a likely place on their mute lists.

But I don’t think I can blame this entirely on Fumos. The same irl people who ignore my Fumo photography also ignored my film work back when I made movies and ignored my writing when I was working on Alice and the Pale Horse. While Fumos are a bit more off the map than those hobbies were, it just goes to show that the first people you should count on for support of your art are total strangers- and the last ones you should be worried about liking your work are the people you actually know irl.

What IS wild to think about is that my fumo work has been shared more widely than anything I’ve ever written or directed. I’m finally being sorta seen! -just...not in a way I ever expected.

So why did you decide to start playing with dolls???

I’ve always liked cute stuffed things. When I was a kid I had baskets full of stuffed animals. As an adult I have tons of plushies- everything from Club Mocchi Mocchi to pillows. I like soft, smushy things that are in the shape of things I enjoy! So Fumos were an easy sale for me, aesthetically.

But from a more serious, psychological standpoint- I’d say depression was probably the driving factor. I don’t see many people IRL- I’m a bad initiator, I’m deeply introverted, I don’t have many social skills, I’m not neurotypical and I didn’t make many friends in adulthood. When I started looking into Fumos, I saw this vibrant, deeply positive community that rallied around taking wholesome pictures of plushies out in the world- a world I was pretty scared to get into because of my aforementioned emotional problems as well as the pandemic.

Fumos gave me an excuse to find courage to get out there and see the world again. Whether it’s a walk down the street or a trip to New Orleans, it is no exaggeration to say that if not for the Fumos, I’d likely still be at home.

But what’s more, Fumos also woke up a creative impulse in me that I’d thought had been dead since I quit making film. I found myself behind a camera again, lighting shots and keeping an eye out for interesting moments to photograph. I kept a Fumo with me everywhere I went just in case I’d find an interesting shot. I felt creatively alive for the first time since maybe college.

So to sum it up, Fumos became a framing lens for me finding the courage and creativity that depression and anxiety had robbed from me during my 20s.

I hear you made a Fumo alt. Why make an alt when your photos were JUST taking off and doing numbers?

Honestly, I was toying with the idea of doing a gimmick account for a while. I just didn’t want to put in the work of managing two accounts.

A few bigger Fumo accounts found my content this weekend and started RT’ing me, and that’s when I started doing bigger numbers than I’d expected. At first this was fine- the Fumo community, by and large, is really chill, gentle and kind. But like any community, there are fringes that you’d rather not have within a few degrees of separation of your personal life. So Sunday night I decided to lock down my personal account and finally do the thing and create a new alt handle for Fumo-only content called @FumosOfCrash.

The alt is already pulling in decent numbers and followers. I’m reposting a lot of my old content and finally getting it some attention. It’s been fun to watch the numbers go up. I’m a big RPG fan so you know I love that stuff. And I also have the pleasure of not stressing too hard about who is following the alt- I don’t feel like I have to check everyone’s credentials at the door, ya know?

I guess I just got really, really nervous Sunday night about some of my new follows. I’m normally a very private person, and the sudden deluge of followers felt very overwhelming. I try to keep an open mind and stay off of controversial topics in the interest of welcoming all sorts of new people into my life, but there are some places I just can’t travel, and my work was reaching some parts of Twitter I just wasn’t comfortable with. So I took action to protect my personal account while creating a new handle where I could be more public-facing without having the worry about anything goofy carrying over into my real life.

I’ll probably keep my personal locked down for a while until things chill a bit. If you’re a current mutual of mine reading this- don’t worry, we’re good, we’re cool. I have nothing against you or anyone else in the Fumo community. I’ve really enjoyed getting to know my new pals on Twitter and there’s a handful of accounts I’d even go so far as to call my “friends” now, even if we’ve never talked IRL.

So what’s next for you and your Fumos?

Well, currently, we have Sakuya, Marisa, Meiling and Alice. We are currently trying to track down a Reimu, but it hasn’t been easy.

I’ll be reposting my old work to my alt with a few updates a day, as well as retweeting work from my mutuals. I may also start doing videos again. From there, it’s just a question of how high the numbers go. I’d like to think I could get to a thousand followers, even if that number makes my head spin.

But the truth is I’ll post Fumo content for as long as its fun. And then someday, when it stops being fun...I’ll just stop. Who knows, maybe there will be a day where I won’t need the dolls to confidently go out in public or visit a new city? Or maybe this trend will die or the engagement will totally die out. I hope it doesn’t, ‘cuz I’ve really enjoyed it to this point, but all good things have to come to an end.

Until then, I’m just going to have fun, take breaks when I need them, and enjoy wherever this ride takes me!

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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Ashido Mina

a/n: so, here’s to the start of my event! sfw is above the cut, nsfw is below it! I’m having a lot of fun with these and I hope you all enjoy :D

SFW

A = Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Super affectionate with you. You need a hug, a kiss??? Mina will provide everything needed

B = Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Come out of nowhere and hug her from behind, or plan something super romantic and spontaneous, she’s such a romantic that the more cliche the better

C = Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

Mina loves being the big spoon because she loves to bury her nose into your hair. She will cuddle with you whenever you please honesty

D = Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

She wants nothing more than to win a dancing competition with you, or at the very least join one with you

E = Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

A lot of effort, she’s the type to date intending on marrying who she’s marrying so, you better treat her right

F = Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

She will get a big blanket and roll you up and just hold you, you’re a burrito baby now

G = Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

she is the type to give you over the top things. think of jim’s present to pam during christmas before they got together… yeah, pretty intimate and intense but something you’ll love.

mina loves a gift in return and she especially loves gifts where she gets to do thinking’s with you!

H = Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

hugging all the time!!! she loves touching you!!!

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

a total romantic, everything she does for you is done with hearts in her eyes, and she has no issues with prodcasting such love

J = Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

while not one too typical to get jealous because she trusts in you, when she gets jealous know she gets touchy. like stand behind you with her mouth to your neck touchy.

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

minas kisses are super gentle and sweet, she’s not the best kisser but she’s so passionate about it that you forget. if you go a day without getting at least ten kisses from mina, something’s wrong

L = Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

mina doesn’t know what to do when she figures out she loves you. it’s something she’s always imagined feeling but now that it’s real she can only gape like a fish. she’ll accidentally blurt it out before her 10 step plan to confess happens. she prefers to show it then say it.

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

she wants a full out reception party. she wants the biggest dance floor and the two of you to perform 194930 dances together.

N = Night out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

mina actually treasures dates where the two of you stay in! the both of you lead busy outside lives that intimate ones indoors resonate deeper within her heart

O = Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

there’s not much she wouldn’t do for you, but on the rarest of occasions she’ll let you touch her horns.

P =Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

super playful relationship! playing nerd gun fights in pjs at two in the morning! laughter is always echoing in the hallways with you two

Q = Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

she’ll always ask for opinions on things she’s unsure of and will ALWAYS give her own thoughts about it

R = Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

she is a very big on the spot person! not that she doesn’t plan things out, just successwise she has better on the spot events

S = Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

the two of you nap together more, especially during high school because you both are too nervous at getting caught in the others room overnight!

T = Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

trusts you completely. if she didn’t trust you, she wouldn’t have ever asked you out

U = Unique (What makes them unique as a s/o?)

how deeply she loves. your hobbies will become her hobbies. it doesn’t matter because mina loves dancing and you do it with her, so you best believe she will do whatever hobby you love the most!

V = Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

being vulnerable with you is super hard for mina because she’s always just so hyper and cheery, that the first time she’s vulnerable it makes you worry because it’s super super scary to see her sad and horns wilting as if in response. it takes about three months for her to show you this side.

W = Wild Card (Get a random domestic headcanon of the character of your choice)

mina loves comparing her hand size with you. whether they’re bigger or smaller than hers, she’s just fascinated by your hands she can’t help but stare and compare.

X = X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

suddenly number 18 in the class is outperforming number 1 in the class. she becomes instant health genius as she does anything to make you feel better

“mina is just a paper cut!”

“if we make it a slightly deeper cut you won’t feel the stinging pain anymore!”

Y = Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

constant negativity. like the yucky kind that drains the fun from everything. she hates that in a s/o so much. like there’s a difference between that and being a pessimist and she sees and understands that.

Z = Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

she wants and LIKES THE PASSION OKAY?! give mina her ideal love 2k19

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Mina lays there breathing for a full 5 minutes

She is always overwhelmed post sex, just give her a minute

While not the best at cleaning up, she lowkey loves just laying in your guys mess, she will always cuddle and hold you.

Lots of pillow talk

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On herself, mina prides herself on her arms and legs, she’s extremely proud of her natural strength

Mina is a useless boobs gal.

dangle them in her fucking face p U H L E A S E

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Mina fucking loves it when she can get herself to squirt

Like one you guys figure out how to make her squirt it’s going to happen every time y’all fuck cuz it sorta reminds her of her quirk

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has definitely masturbated to an innocuous picture of you when the two of you went months without seeing each other

never masturbated until the two of you got together tbh

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Is not experienced at all prior to you! Mina is a romantic with a terrible streak prior to you, but she is a fluid person so she nails everything in the bed fast

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Favorite position is kneeling. She gets to hold you tight and full access to your boobs.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Definitely, the lover who goes from super romantic and intimate sex to can barely take this seriously love making

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Always groomed. The second she knew she was gonna fuck you she got that shit waxed. She has a heart strip though, and yes, her pubes are curly and pink

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Sex with mina is very very intimate, even if its in a joking matter. She truly cherishes everything about you and will always try making your sex life as amazing as possible

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Loves masturbating together. Like loves it so much. She loves watching you please yourself while she… ahem… assists you with some toys

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Hair-pulling: she loves having her hair pulled and the feeling of fingers knotting into her curls, degradation: she loves calling you impolite names because of the way you react, roleplaying: LOVES DRESSING UP AND CREATING A NEW PERSONALITY OKAY

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

By far her most favorite place to have sex is in the backseat of a car. It’s risky and hot. She’s addicted.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Physical reactions. Moan for her, move your body and praise what shes doing for you. Also when you wear that one big t-shirt with your hottest lingerie underneath and give her a lap dance

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

DO NOT TOUCH HER HORNS. THE MOMENT THEY ARE TOUCHED SHE’S DONE

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves giving more. Only on special occasions does she like having the attention on her, but for the most part, she will spoil you

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

All depends on her mood! She genuinely loves going fast and rough, but on anniversary nights, she enjoys slow and sensual paces

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Is definitely down to have a quickie, she thinks it’s hot, but only once every 2 years. She just enjoys being able to hear you scream as loudly as she can make you scream.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Very experimental! The two of you have designated days for trying out new things just because you’re never too sure

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Mina actually comes really fast, it’s a big reason as to why she prefers focusing on you! But she has good stamina and can last to three full and kinky rounds.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Toys are a must.

Vibrators, dildos, strap on, anal beads.

You think of one, you two own it.

They are very used and will go interchangeably, but are more often used on you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not that big of a tease actually. Like she may abuse vibrator rights, but it’s not in a teasing way! More like a “i’m trying to make you squirt” way

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

She’s very loud in bed!

Moaning, whining, mewling, and sometimes even begging

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

The first time the two of you had sex, mina came twice in under two minutes. Once because of how your breasts felt rubbing against hers and when you pressed your soaked cunt against her own

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those shirts and pants, picture or words)

Mina is a blessed girl with round perky breasts, probably a dd-cup. her right one is actually bigger surprisingly! And she has inverted nipples. She has larger than average labia

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Went from sorta there to we fuck at minimum five times a week.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes her forever to fall asleep, will be awake long after you pass out

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bigskydreaming · 4 years

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So I’m writing a short story in my Changelings ‘verse for a galaxy brain commission that was simply “Boyd gets a boyfriend.” Nothing wrong there. But it does mean I feel like I finally gotta nail down the full intricacies of Boyd’s magic, which is unnecessarily....extra, due to the existence of the Curse of the Specialist Snowflake that afflicts me.

Like, I couldn’t just give him one physical change and one magic like most other Changelings, nooooooo, he’s gotta be the Zodiac Kid and have twelve completely different changes and magics, one for each sign and he changes throughout the year in accordance to the changing of the signs. Why’d I do it that way? Cuz I gotta, obviously. Hahahaha, shut up, me.

I mean, there was a point to it originally, like, his sister Alicia’s Change and magic is that she’s surrounded by ghostly versions of a bunch of her alternate universe selves at any given moment, and she can communicate with them and call upon their skills and is sometimes called Sibyl around town, so like, the common thread/theme of her and Boyd’s magic is like, an infinity of self, but also, by “there was a point to it originally” I also just mean I couldn’t settle on and pick what I wanted Boyd’s magic to be so I was like here’s a fun thing I could do, make up a reason for him to have even MORE options.

.....I feel like, potentially, this self-created problem I’m having could have been avoided somehow, but gosh, fuck if I can see how.

So most of Boyd’s magic is hammered down....

In his Sagittarius phase, he’s physically a centaur whose lower half looks like a night sky studded through with starfields and moving constellations, and his magic from November 23rd to December 21st is uncanny intuition, a kind of off-the-top-of-his-head divination. He just instinctively knows the answers to questions when he’s in his Sagittarius phase, the more specific the question the more accurate his answer. He doesn’t have context, he doesn’t KNOW how he knows the things that he knows, he just knows them.

You ask him if you’ll meet someone who could very plausibly be the love of your life within the next week, and if he says yes, its absolutely, one hundred percent true and accurate.....but if you ask him then how can I find them, he might say well first thing you gotta do is get out of my face and stop bugging me, and then walk down the street and turn left.....and that too, would be absolutely true and accurately point you in the direction that answers your question but like, that’s all he’s got and you’re missing a few steps at that point. So. Its not an exact science or anything.

There’s definitely tricks to maximizing the intel you get out of him when he feels like being hit up for intel and doesn’t just string you along to be a total troll. Which he is. Hence why he also spends most of December filling in all of Alicia’s large stockpile of crosswords and sudokus, as he just instinctively and whimsically knows what to fill in even if he doesn’t actually have a clue WHY the Mesozoic Era is the answer to 49 Down. Alicia maintains this is cheating. He maintains he doesn’t care, and answers 64 across with “Johannesburg.” Fuck if he knows why.

In his Capricorn phase, he sublets his apartment in Bordertown and takes a month lease on a place underwater in Sub Francisco.....as for this period he’s more of a classical merman, but also if a classical merman has goat horns. But like, whose to say they don’t? Have you ever met one? Thought so. His magic during this period is horns of plenty.....he touches something to one of his horns, and comes away holding two of that item. So it basically only works on things that can be hand-held, but other than that it could be food, physical items, medicine, etc.

In his Aquarius phase, he’s physically the same as he was when a normal mainstream human....except that his skin has a faintly translucent quality as if that of water, with faint stars spiraling in distant patterns in the depths of his slightly watery form. He’s not invisible or actually translucent, like you can’t see through him or even see his organs or anything....rather, its more like most of the time he just looks like normal, human Boyd, albeit wearing a lot of glitter for some reason....but then he turns and catches the light just so, and for a moment you can see how the light is shining THROUGH him similar to the way it shines through the surface of a body of water. His magic in this phase is based on Ganymede, the cup-bearer of the gods.....water he touches becomes imbued with healing properties.

Like, he unscrews an ordinary bottle of Evian and reaches in with the tip of his finger, and whammo, you’ve got a healing potion whose magic will last until the last of the water is gone, even if its not used until after his Aquarius phase. Once he’s imbued a source of water with his magic, its a healing potion from then on out, which makes his shop a useful place to find healing magic year-round.....or at least until he runs out. You come into his shop even in late July, if he’s still got some healing potions lying around they’re as good as ever....but if he’s already out of stock, you’re out of luck until next year’s Aquarius phase rolls around, and you gotta go look elsewhere on Mercy Row for a healer in the meanwhile.

In his Pisces phase, he goes back to his Sub Francisco apartment as his physical Change here is that of a centaur-triton....kinda the classic ithyocentaur, but also he’s got kinda webbed-like wings spanning from his back.....its a whole thing. But a good look. His magic in this phase is ‘the perfect pair’....he cups his hands and forms a magical, elemental construct in the shape of a koi fish that’ll swim off in the direction of the perfect complement to something or someone. Like a personal, magical compass guiding him or whomever he makes one for to like, the magnetic north that exists somewhere as the perfect counterpart to an already present south pole. Whatever, this makes no sense and is super confusing, I get that. But it makes perfect sense and is not confusing in my head. Still just working on translating from point Head to point Paper without the concept getting lost in the translation.

In his Aries phase, he’s his ‘normal’ mainstream-appearing base form....but also he’s got golden wings and ram horns. And his magic is that he breathes fire. But its magic fire, and it doesn’t burn things it touches, it turns them to gold. Its a whole Golden Fleece thing mixed with a King Midas thing.

In his Taurus phase.....idk yet. I mean, bull horns seems a pretty obvious go-to motif, but haven’t decided for his magic yet. Mostly because @sunwukxng is a Taurus and he takes things like this juuuuuuuust personal enough that I know if I don’t come up with something good here he’ll decide its a mortal insult towards all Tauri and thus him as well, and he’ll declare a blood feud against me that shall last five hundred years. And he’s already got like, six of those in progress, so....trying to avoid racking up anymore.

In his Gemini phase, he splits into two selves, his physical self and astral self, so he’s basically followed everywhere by both his shadow and a spirit version of himself he can astral project elsewhere. And when his astral self goes through something, kinda like how there’s that idea that when a ghost passes through someone they feel a chill or as if they almost left their body for a second.....his astral self can kinda like....yoink other peoples’ astral selves out of their physical forms temporarily. Yoink is of course the highly technical, scientific term for the phenomenon. Obviously.

In his Cancer phase.....idk yet. Look, its hard to be classy and deep concept-y about crabs, okay? I’m sorry Cancers, but even in the original myths about the constellation the gods were like yeah, this crab constellation was a mistake, we just felt bad about Artemis kicking that one all the way up into the heavens after it pinched Orion, the only himbo she ever almost made a boytoy out of. A lot of other Zodiacs featured animals that had the common perception of being viewed as pushing the sun across the sky, so there’s maybe something there in that direction....idk yet.

In his Leo phase, Boyd mostly appears as his ‘normal’ base mainstream-human looking self....except he’s big in a way that is not exactly Giant Big (and there are a good couple dozen giant-sized Changelings living in Bordertown, so like, he isn’t officially anywhere near that) but he is possessed of a height and size that are nevertheless best described as Ridiculous. Like he’s bigger than the Strange Angel, but not as big as Teddy the Sun-snake. That means nothing to anyone but me. Whatever. Moving on. Anyway, in his Leo phase he also has a fiery red mane kinda....that’s threaded through with silver stars in the Leo constellation shape. His magic in this phase is his ‘roar of command’....basically, he can imbue anything he says with the force of his will, and thus like.....make inanimate objects do what he tells them. He’s like “Open sesame” and a locked door is like you got it, boss.

In his Virgo phase.....I am not entirely sure what he looks like yet. I’m pretty sure its mostly his mainstream-looking ‘base self’ but like.....with an unnatural charisma, but also something a little less generic than that. Needs a specific hook still, beyond just “I’m ridick pretty.” Like, he’s Sinqua Walls. He’s always ridick pretty. Its a thing. But his magic in this phase is like.....an aura of inspiration. He just sorta puts out a vibe that inspires people around him in various ways that are unique to the individual.

He’s also way shorter than he used to be even before his Change hit, or like, shorter than he is in any of his other phases. Like, we’re talking five and a half feet max. Is there any reason for this whatsoever beyond me being amused at the juxtaposition of him going from his Biggest and Most Ridiculous Phase immediately to his Smallest and Most Ridiculous Phase? No. No there is not. Fear the deep profundity of my creative process, for it is deep and it tis profound.

In his Libra phase....I’m not sure yet what his physical change is, but I do know his skin has a scaled texture, and I know those aren’t the scales normally associated with Libra but there’s a point to it, its just......missing some ingredients still to totally make sense. But he also tends to wear a blindfold a lot of the time during his Libra phase because I know his magic here has to do with viewing things in terms of overlapping possibilities and potentialities, like, he looks at things and sees not just the way they ARE but also a whole bunch of different ways they COULD be, and his magic enables him to kinda tweak things from the way they are more towards one of those other possibilities, in a sense that’s all about ‘balancing’ things.

However, the sensory stimuli of all those potentialities 24/7 is honestly overwhelming and gives him serious migraines, so he mostly tries to rest his eyes behind some kind of blindfold most of the time and just take it off to focus on specific things in order to utilize his magic, and only a little at a time. This is probably the most technically ‘powerful’ of his magics in terms of both versatility and scope, but it takes a toll and he really tries to pace himself during his Libra phase or it just gets to be too much, really fast.

And then lastly, in his Scorpio phase, he’s got a whole scorpion tail and barbed stingers along the outsides of his arms.....but rather than lean into the whole ‘eww Scorpios are duplicitous and manipulative’ and also ‘eww scorpions,’ his magic here calls back to how scorpions are actually protective guardians in a lot of mythologies and folklore, and there’s also plenty of Zodiac lore about the idea of the Scorpio sign being all about uncovering truths at any cost, etc. So his magic here is another ‘liquid/mutable’ type and takes the form of venom from his stingers that’s almost like drops of amber.....and that have various properties aimed at uncovering truths and exposing lies and falsehoods. Like, elixirs made during his Scorpio phase are another highly sought ware at his shop, because depending on the venom concentration he places in each, they have different properties. Like, he’s got vials where just a drop placed in your drink or on your food will reveal if its been drugged or poisoned, or vials of elixirs that basically act as magical truth serum.....and then other vials where like, you splash a little of it on something you suspect to be an illusion or a magical disguise of some kind, and it’ll dispel the false magic and reveal what’s truly there.

“What happens if like, I splash it in the face of someone I think is wearing an illusion disguise and it turns out they’re not and that’s really just what they look like?” A customer asks.

Boyd shrugs. “Then they’ll just be wet. And probably a little pissed, I imagine. That’ll be $49.95 please.”

“I thought you said it was $29.95!”

“That was before the Asked Stupid Questions tax was applied,” Boyd smiles placidly. “Will that be cash or credit?”

Okay. So. Typing that all out cleared up some of that for me but not quite as much as I was hoping as Cancer and Taurus apparently still persist in Vexing me.

Hmmmm.

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Bakugou Katsuki -- psychological analysis (meta)

I’m not a psychologist, just a social science student studying for an exam, so take this with a grain of salt.

I’m also not totally up to date with the manga (I’ve read up until volume 17). Please feel free to add your own thoughts in the replies if you want to, or call me out if I make a mistake.

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I won’t be speaking too much on biological factors, but I think it might be good to just go through some thoughts I have on the matter. In psychological theory, there’s something called “temperament”, which is essentially a child’s most basic form of relating to the world. A well-known experiment on temperament is the famous Marshmallow experiment, where small children were presented with a marshmallow. If they could wait a certain amount of time without eating it, they would receive one more. Follow-up studies on these children showed that those which showed restraint and could wait for the marshmallow had generally gotten further in life -- these children often developed the capability of making and sticking to long-term plans, and were able to work much more methodically than their peers.

I think Katsuki would be one of the children that waited for another marshmallow. At first glance, he seems very impulsive, rushing into battle and relying on his brute force -- but I’m actually very sure that this characteristic is part of his later development, and not part of his temperament. The reason I believe this is because he shows a very clear understanding of a much bigger and long-term picture. He is very committed to becoming a hero, and this commitment entails behavior which isn’t completely typical for people his age (such as studying hard, never slacking off despite his delinquent-like persona -- even in middle school --, sleeping early, training very hard to maintain his physical condition even as a young teen, etc). This shows his self-restraint, and his ability to plan ahead.

(I’m aware that the amount of pressure to do well in education is very different in many Asian countries, but compare Katsuki to for example Kaminari -- who also wants to be a hero, but is at the bottom of his class and doesn’t seem very good at planning or studying hard. What I think is most important here is to highlight Katsuki’s commitment).

I would also argue that heritability play a role in Katsuki’s personality and cognition. Intelligence and capability to learn have some hereditary factors, which I think apply to Katsuki. It’s difficult to say what came first in this regard though -- a child might be born with a slight affinity for learning (being able to memorize things quickly could be such a trait), but this doesn’t mean they become “smarter” because of it. In this specific case, the humanistic approach of “without the right support and challenge, no child will reach their full potential” is applicable.

Still, I think Katsuki was born with at least some higher capability to grasp new concepts, which I think plays a part in his, at least partial, understanding of what it takes to not just get on top but actually stay there. Quickly memorizing new information could also play a part in the way others view him -- thinking he’s skilled, amazing, even as a small child -- which in turn fuel both his willingness to learn and his ego. I think his kindergarten years are hugely important, more on it later.

The last thing I would like to say Katsuki was born with is extroversion. This personality trait can be studied in the brain -- the “reward systems” of the brain (mainly dopamine production and the middle brain as well as around nucleus accumbens) react stronger to positive emotions. I say “born with” because of its clear hereditary implications (and as I think this trait comes from his mother Mitsuki. However, it’s possible to theorize that instead of being born with extroversion, Katsuki was born more or less without neuroticism, which occurs when the activity of the amygdala is higher than normal. This leads people to be more anxious, cautious, and avoid situations which might cause unpleasant emotions). Katsuki was very young (2-4 years old) when he first began enjoying being the center of attention, which I think shows he was born with extroversion.

Katsuki’s attachment style Since we haven’t seen that many interactions between Katsuki hand his family, especially not as a child, this part will contain a lot of my own theories and headcanons, sorry about that.

Attachment styles are easily perceived phenomenons studied in depth by Mary Ainsworth and John Bowlby. Ainsworth noted that a child’s style of attachment manifests itself in two primary forms:

Stranger anxiety and separation anxiety. After 6 months of age a child will show an autonomous need to be close to, or seek comfort in, their “object of attachment”, usually a parent (often the mother). This need becomes apparent when the child is introduced to a stranger, or left alone, through signs of stress/anxiety.

Ainsworth devised a test to study these anxieties -- the “Strange Situation”. The test looks like this:

The child arrives in a new room together with the mother

A stranger appears

The child is left alone with the stranger

The stranger leaves

The mother returns

All in all this only took three minutes. The most interesting part was the child’s reaction once the mother came back -- its attachment style was most clear then.

Children usually have one main attachment style, which have two categories with a few subcategories. Secure attachment The child clearly prefers the mother to the stranger. It might cry or be anxious while the mother is gone, but stops as soon as she returns. These children go on to use their object of attachment as a secure base while they explore the world, meaning they return to seek comfort if they experience something negative, but quickly recover.

Later in life, these people can regulate emotions with more ease. They also cope better with adversity, and are able to connect better with people their age (forming deeper relationships). I believe Izuku was a securely attached child. Insecure attachment This form is more complicated. It has three main categories:

1. Resistant attachment The child has attached itself to in this case the mother, but the attachment is less stable. The child is anxious to let the mother out of sight -- doesn’t trust she will come back. The child may continue crying even after the mother returns and cradles it. 2. Avoidant attachment The child, generally doesn’t cry and doesn’t show its physical/emotional needs. Often it will act a bit aloof -- avoiding or completely ignoring the mother. It will act similarly towards the mother as with the stranger. These children have learned that their natural behaviors to attract attention from their objects of attachment will lead to rejection, so they suppress the needs for affection/comfort. More often than not they still experience the same levels of anxiety as other children, but don’t seek their parents to soothe them.

Disorganized attachment The child shows a lot of contradictory behavior, such as crying to be picked up, but immediately wanting to be let down again, often as a result of being scared of their object of attachment. People who were insecurely attached as children generally have more emotional problems, and are at higher risk for mental illness. I believe Katsuki had an avoidant attachment style. The attachment style of a child is largely based on the behavior of the object(s) of attachment, the parents. Insecure attachment is usually the result of parents not understanding/being unable to provide the comfort their infants seek. My theory is that Mitsuki is, like her son, a very determined and career-driven person. Like I’ve said before, I think she’s extroverted, but I also believe that she doesn’t easily connect deeply on an emotional level with people. This could be a result of how she herself was treated as a child -- as we tend to mimic our own parents -- or simply just her personality. Her own emotional needs might not take up a big part of her life, or she doesn’t really need others to comfort her, which in turn means she might assume others are the same. Ainsworth had a few criteria for a “good parent”:

1. Responsive 2. Permissive 3. Cooperative 4. Psychologically available

I think Mitsuki was, or is, lacking in most/all of these. Clearly, from what we’ve seen, she’s stubborn and knuckle-headed -- while she might have been responsive to baby Katsuki, she might not have known how to handle things beside his clear physical needs, like keeping him fed and clean. If she was also working during this period, as I would definitely assume (considering her job as a fashion designer and how well-off the family is; they live in a huge house), her availability might have suffered. Think like this:

- Mitsuki is tired, but has to finish work - Katsuki begins crying - Mitsuki changes his diaper and feeds him, but puts him down again to work - Katsuki starts crying after only a little while, but nothing ‘looks’ wrong (he’s fed, clean, warm, etc) so Mitsuki goes back to work - Katsuki continues crying, which frustrates Mitsuki because ‘nothing is wrong’; she might snap -- such as yelling, ignoring Katsuki further, or leaving the room entirely. As Katsuki begins to speak (let’s say at around 1,5 years), he might try to achieve emotional closeness by showing her his toys, trying to talk to her/play with her. If he is already ‘extroverted’ by this point he will be a lot more vocal than a timid child his age. If he hurts himself, or becomes scared, he probably tries to get Mitsuki’s attention at first, and I think this is where her biggest mistake might’ve lied. Based on how she treats Katsuki being kidnapped by the League of Villains I believe she disregards a lot of comfort-seeking behaviors as weakness.

“When you get down to it, you got taken and inconvenienced everybody cuz you’re so weak!!” I think this shows clearly how Mitsuki herself feels. Of course she worried for her son’s safety, but worrying about someone in itself is an inconvenience to her. She equates her own worrying with other people’s weakness -- if only people weren’t so weak, she wouldn’t have to be inconvenienced by worry. Mitsuki, like any parent, never wanted anything bad to happen to Katsuki. She was probably very aware that the world could be a dangerous place, so she tried to eradicate any ‘weakness’ within her own child so as he couldn’t be hurt by the world. I’m not sure where to place Masaru, Katsuki’s father, in all of this. A child can have several objects of attachment, but Bowlby expressed that usually there is a sort of hierarchy in the attachments themselves. For example, the child might favor one parent for playing, but prefer the other if they become scared. I think Mitsuki simply was the more important object of attachment in this case (this can be a result of having more skin-to-skin contact in the first months, or Masaru could for example have been working a lot of the time). Izuku on the other hand became securely attached to his mother Inko, as I think Inko is very emotional and open as a person. While the scene where Izuku cries about not having a quirk comes when he is about 4 years old, I still think this shows clearly that he seeks comfort in his mother. So, a little TL;DR before the next point: Katsuki was an ‘extroverted’ baby, who experienced a lot of emotional rejection from his mother very early on, which made him suppress his needs -- perhaps unconsciously starting to share his mother’s view on emotionality itself (and his own need for help at times) as weakness. Erikson’s life stages and Piaget’s cognitive development Another model I’ll be using is Erikson’s life stages as well as a theory by Piaget. We’ve passed the first life stage -- infant (0 - 1,5 years). This is where Erikson means that the child will develop a basic way of relating to the world: positive (the world is a place where my needs are met) or negative (the world is a place where I feel alone). Right before starting kindergarten I think Katsuki had developed the negative view, even though he was an ‘extroverted’ baby, as a result of his attachment style. - Izuku, on the other hand, developed the positive one. This meant he had a fundamental sense of hope for the world, which is very important later in life. The second stage -- toddler (1,5 - 3 years). Starting kindergarten is an extremely important step in Katsuki’s development. I think he would’ve been completely different without it -- I really can’t stress this enough. Avoidant-attached children will have to fulfill their needs somehow -- usually through validation from sources beside the object of attachment. ‘Avoidants’ can become narcissistic and overly confident, all as a means to protect themselves. This is exactly what happened with Katsuki, let me explain: As I’ve already explained, I think he was born with both extroverted qualities and an affinity for learning new things. His innate temperament was also perseverance. His avoidant attachment meant that it was seemingly very easy for him to be separated from his mother to go to kindergarten, although at the start, his negative view of the world might’ve made him cold/closed off. The kindergarten personnel catered to him, though. Through a lot of positive reinforcement (to which he is especially sensitive as of his extroversion), attention, and frequent intelligence-related challenges (such as new and complicated games, learning to read, etc) Katsuki developed a more positive outlook. According to Erikson, if one stage of life doesn’t “succeed”, it can be recuperated later, which I believe is what happened here. Where I think the kindergarten fell short however is with too much praise, or very easily letting Katsuki off the hook. I believe they saw very much potential in Katsuki from a young age -- perhaps because of this they were too eager to inforce how amazing they thought he was. Often times, we think that anger should be “released” and not repressed. We should get it out of our system, so to speak. However -- counter-intuitively -- we shouldn’t actually do this. Borrowing from the cognitive approach to psychology, the more often we think a certain thought or behave in a certain way, the stronger that mental connection becomes. I think Katsuki, because of his avoidant attachment, might’ve acted really aggressively as a child too. Instead of giving him strategies to cope with his anger the kindergarten teachers probably encouraged him to “release” it, which just made this cognitive scheme easier to access. Thus more likely to be activated again. Children who feel that their opinions and ideas are interesting and valuable will become more sociable, and take more charge, while children with overprotective carers will start doubting their own abilities. Where Mitsuki wasn’t able to do right, the kindergarten picked up the slack and followed Katsuki’s whims to encourage him. He probably developed really quickly, which probably stunned the teachers and carers. The adults’ attention fueled his confidence and ego, and this drew other children to him, which meant more attention.

According to Bandura and Skinner, both real consequences, imagined ones, and reinforcement dictate personality as well as social interactions. Sometimes though, something called “observational learning” occurs, in which no reinforcement is needed. A child often learns behavior by imitating something someone else does, and I’m not excluding this as a possibility to explain Katsuki’s bias/bigotry against quirkless people. Of course, cognitive bias also plays a major part here. As humans, we are wired to look for details which inforce our worldview.

Bandura’s model of reciprocal determinism. The individual and the environment affect each other mutually. This is part both of how Katsuki grows egotistical, and also his disdain for Izuku. Another important factor of personality is expectation. If an individual expects to be able to change the environment, they are more likely to attempt to do this. Without kindergarten intervention I believe Katsuki would have become a pessimistic, unmotivated person. Third stage (3 - 5 years) By this point Katsuki had already replaced his emotional needs and attachment to his mother with attention and admiration from his kindergarten peers/teachers (feeling superior to others). During this stage the child is supposed to develop a sort of pride of their own abilities. Katsuki was already an independent child (also because of being an ‘avoidant’), but this is where it might’ve went a little overboard. The development of his quirk was, as we all know, a turning point in both Katsuki’s view of himself/the world and his relationship to Izuku. This is mainly because of the quirk development. I’ve already stated that the kindergarten let too much slide -- the bullying of Izuku started even before the quirk development -- but now that becomes more important, as Katsuki was now capable of doing a lot more damage. Developing the quirk solidified Katsuki’s inflated ego -- now he was sure that he was the most awesome kid alive. It also solidified Izuku’s worthlessness to him (of course, if Izuku wasn’t useless, surely he should’ve developed a good quirk too?), which is how “Deku” came to be. At the same time, Izuku “needed help with everything”, but he was also really helpful towards others. He was sensitive, emotional, but still brave -- someone like that was worrying to Katsuki even back then. Katsuki -- an ‘avoidant’ -- repressed his needs, while Izuku indulged in them, openly showing this ‘weakness’. This is where Piaget’s theory comes in. According to the theory, people develop “schemata” and “concepts” which are cognitive structures.

1. A schema is a mental representation which covers a range of behaviors, e.g.: a child learns to pick up a bottle. It learns that it can pick up other things too, so the action of picking something up becomes a schema. 2. A concept is a mental structure which relates to the environment. A concept of an object entails for example what that object does, what it’s used for, and its relation to other objects. Children develop concepts and schemata very early on, and after that there are two processes which occur heavily in the first few years, and then continue throughout life: 1. Assimilation -- new information is modified to fit existing schemata/concepts. For example, a child making engine sounds while playing with a block of wood has assimilated the block into their concept of a car.

2. Accommodation -- the new information can’t fit into existing schemata/concepts, so new ones have to be made. This is part of changing worldviews -- let’s say a little boy only has two categories for animals: birds and fish. But then he sees a dog. If he says “that’s a fish”, he has assimilated the new information, but if he makes up a whole new category of animals, then he has accommodated the new information. There are periods of life in which a child will assimilate more than it accommodates (and vice versa). Piaget called these periods “cognitive equilibrium”. The counterpart is “disequilibrium”. This might be part of something which happens during the first few years of life -- there is an explosion of neurons, brain cells, during this time. When the accommodation has occurred, the child will go back to assimilating. Katsuki developed a lot during kindergarten, and therefore created lots of new concepts and schemata. For example, “I am awesome and everyone else is not”, is a cognitive scheme which enables one to enact their superiority over others. “Deku is useless and I can hit him” is another such concept. However, ‘Deku’s uselessness’ is something Katsuki came up with as a defense mechanism -- as stated before, Izuku indulged in (normal) behavior which Katsuki saw as weakness. But, as any child, he still experienced anxieties and wanted affection. This went against his conviction that sensitivity was weakness, so Katsuki projected all these needs onto Izuku. Punishing Izuku then became a way of punishing himself for the things he wanted. This worked for a while, but then Katsuki became aware of the fact that Izuku was brave enough to go against him, and not only that, but look down on him enough to assume he could need help. He, the most awesome person ever.

This could mean two things.

Sensitivity is not weakness, and it’s not wrong to want it

Katsuki is still so weak that even people like Izuku are a threat

Accommodation is a more difficult process than assimilation, so Katsuki avoided changing his view of sensitivity, which was so deeply ingrained, by adopting the second possibility. But this was scary, and incredibly disturbing to Katsuki, which meant the hostility towards Izuku especially grew. So this is when the bullying picked up a bit. Stage four -- 6 - 12 years During this stage most children begin going to school, the stakes and expectations are higher, etc. I believe Katsuki thrived in a school environment too, with steadily increasing levels of challenge. This is also when both Katsuki’s and Izuku’s admiration for All Might increased, for different reasons. In Katsuki’s eyes, All Might was so strong he always won no matter what, which enabled him to get in more fights. Winning these fights fueled his ego, and he began believing he could surpass All Might. Stage five -- 13 - 18 years Ooh, here’s when it gets juicy. I believe the bullying might not have been too intense back in stage 4. Erikson defined this stage as “identity against role diffusion”. During their teen years, most people begin identifying all the different sorts of roles they have in life, which might cause some anxiety. That’s why a lot of teenagers are experimenting with their identity, and go through what adults often disregard as “phases”. This searching is very important however, because every person needs to have a secure sense of “this is me” to be mentally healthy. We need to believe there’s a core in our identity, which will stay the same even if we or our surroundings change. Middle school Katsuki and Izuku are both 14 when the series starts. Katsuki is still delusional, prideful, and narcissistic. His teachers think he is powerful enough that it’s inevitable he will go on to UA, which only confirms his view of himself. Right now he tries to act unbothered, but Katsuki is painfully aware of the fact that Izuku hasn’t abandoned the dream to be a hero, even though he is quirkless. All of Katsuki’s intimidation tactics -- blowing up the notebook, for example -- are all desperate attempts to discourage Izuku from even trying, because Katsuki is still scared and disturbed by Izuku in general. Perhaps more so than usual, because I think Katsuki’s trying to find his identity right now as well, especially since it’s time to apply to high school. “Leaving Izuku behind” might be the most symbolic thing Katsuki can think of. He feels as though he’s been stuck with Izuku for years, and wants to hammer home the differences between them, defining his own identity in the process. Still, Izuku is going to apply to UA. I know Katsuki looks pretty unbothered while telling Izuku to take a swan dive off the roof, but I’m 100% certain he’s absolutely shaking inside. It really is a last resort type of thing. Which doesn’t make it alright, of course, but I think it’s important to keep in mind that Katsuki by this point is a vulnerable young teen, unconsciously terrified of going into the world without knowing exactly who he is. Izuku’s response to this bullying and especially the swan-dive line are interesting to me. He doesn’t get depressed, instead he thinks to himself that the idiot Kacchan would have instigated a suicide if he really went through it. This is partly why I think Izuku is securely attached to his mom, even if he now doesn’t approach her with all his problems. He developed a strong sense of hope for the world, more on that in a bit. The Sludge Villain incident is a big stepping stone for both Katsuki and Izuku. We see Izuku genuinely almost give everything up after meeting All Might, and still, even as he saw someone who had bullied him, he still rushed in without a second thought as soon as that person seemed to need help. And in reality, Katsuki was asking for help. You can’t say this isn’t the face of someone who needs saving.

Of course, Katsuki catches up with Izuku just after the incident, telling him “I didn't need you to save me!”, the works.

He’s struggling really hard here to assimilate the new information. He doesn’t want to accept it. When he fell into the creek back as a child, I don’t think he actually needed any help, he probably would’ve been fine. The problem then was Izuku thinking he needed help, which he equated to being looked down upon. In this moment, the problem is that Katsuki really needed the help. Had Izuku not been there, not spurred All Might into action, Katsuki might very well have suffocated. And he knows this, he’s a smart kid. That’s why his reaction is so extreme this time. Accepting that he could’ve died if Izuku wasn’t there means, again, that there are two possibilities to Katsuki:

1. He is weak and needs Izuku’s help of all people 2. He has been wrong about sensitivity all along Both of these mean he has been wrong, both are unacceptable to him. But I think the first one, at least unconsciously, does become its own schemata. Some time after the incident Katsuki stays silent when it’s again noted that Izuku is applying for UA. On the first day there, he only tells Izuku to get out of his way, but doesn’t mock or question his presence. Izuku even comments that “ever since that day, he stopped tormenting me.” They even sit beside each other without any real problems. I think this again is due to two things: 1. Katsuki is hyper-focused on his real goals right then, he needs to do really well 2. He has accepted “Deku is applying for UA” as a new schemata, which is easier to swallow than accepting either the sensitivity or needing help thing.

High school -- UA There’s of course a minor hitch once Katsuki realises Izuku was accepted, but I think that’s fairly standard. What I think is more important for Katsuki is the fact that entering UA means coming into contact with other people his age who are more advanced than he would’ve ever thought. He’s been so far up that nobody could catch up to him for years, but suddenly, other people are merely steps away if not on the same level. The fact that other people are so close to surpassing him, and seeing Izuku has somehow developed a powerful quirk, opens the gate to the possibility that Izuku might surpass him too. As many have noticed, Katsuki is much more subdued since starting at UA. I think he’s beginning to warm up to other people (they’re not scared of him, he can’t dominate them like that). But I think his anxiety has slowly been growing, leading to the outburst/fight at Ground Beta, with All Might’s retirement as a final straw. I want to analyse him further (and even more how he’s affected by avoidant attachment!!!), but this will have to do for now. Please let me know what you thought, if you agree, if you’d like more, etc. It’s really encouraging. Have a nice day!

#long post #bnha #bnha meta #bnha psychology #psychology #bnha analysis #katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugou #kacchan #midoriya izuku #deku #bnha deku #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakudeku #psychological analysis #mitsuki bakugou

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Hi! Have you seen the season finale of mlb? If so, what are your thoughts on what happened to Nathalie? Do you think she's now in a coma like Emilie or not? If so, I can't even imagine Gabriel having to break those news to Adrien, he was already connecting Nathalie's illness to his mum... I feel like season four is going to be heartbreaking. I always love to read your theories on the Agrestes.

Yes I indeed have seen the finale, a while ago actually and I have alot of thoughts on Natalies situation and what the future holds so this might get longer (edit several hours later: jup it got longer, enjoy! xD)

I don’t think Natalie is now in the peacock coma but the episode gave me the impression that it was literally 5 to midnight concerning her health. So they really dodged her fate by an INCH by having found a solution to the peacock problem through Fu in this very episode.

I honestly can’t tell you how things will continue from here with Natalies health but I can tell you what I think and would love to see!

For season 4 concerning Natalie I hope she actually stays sick and/or damaged now, the peacock may be fixed (even if I’m having the feeling that it’s not quite as fixed as we think it is. Duusu is too suspicious to me but I digress.)

She and her body got gravely insured and “withered” in season 3, I think it would be a waste and a cop out to just let this situation disappear without letting it have an lasting impact on her because that would take alot of the urgency from Natalies creeping doom in s3 and the finale in particular. Also in my opinion it would be weird if Natalie were to get healed through the fixed Peacock but Emilie stays in her coma. Her being healthy again in s4 just feels wrong to me, she got damaged by an broken object that gets powered up by a God, the damage on her body should be permanently just like Emilie.

But I actually have alot more reasons to believe that she will still be sick in season 4 than just “it feels wrong and would undermine the urgency”.

Let me explain

Why I think this could very much be possible for s4 is (beside the cop out etc reason) is that “the battle for the miraculous” finale was a “save point” mile stone which ended the first status quo from s1-s3. Alot has changed for the future and it’s has changed for good (actually so many little and bigger things have changed that I noticed Im starting a new post here when I tried listing them, so I’ll just keep them out of this post)

So why not Natalies health too? Of course she’ll get quite a bit better again, she will have to be able to do something nonetheless. But concidering that we already know that Natalie WILL end up as a villain worse than Hawkmoth it’s save to say that we have witnessed the origins of her villain story in s1-s3 and that she’ll only get “worse” from here. Alot of factors can come into play with this, from all the set up and forshadowing we have gotten by now I would say it comes down to 4:

Adrien leaving his families side (so her too) after finding out the truth (can we please just accept this now, it’s been literally forshadowed to hell and back). Natalie is shown to have grown into the mama bear/parent role for Adrien and we also know from “Felix” that Adrien would accept Natalie with open arms as his new step mother. So him “betraying” his family would not only hurt Adrien and Gabriel, it would also hurt Natalie like hell (likely Natalie would even be the adult to be more sad-betrayed, I can’t see Gabriel as anything but angry-betrayed. Both of these portrayals are depicted like this in “Chat Blanc”)

“Chat Blanc” has shown us that Gabriel would very much turn even more abusive once he finds out Adrien is Chat Noir (and I personally didn’t find it out of character at all but that’s a topic for an other post) and since Natalie cares alot about Adrien and already doesn’t approve of the risks Gabriel takes with Adrien and how he neglects and treats him often, this change can very much start a fight between her and Gabriel and giving Mayura room to truly stand as her own villain because Natalie betrayed Adrien as well so I hardly doubt they will be on the same side. This family is going to break apart into pieces.

Natalie is madly in love with Gabriel and something kinda starts blooming between them (“miracle queen” once again depicts this change the best) but this doesn’t change the fact that Gabriel wants Emilie back and Natalie knows this. For now I can’t see it happening any different but since we one day will get Emilie back(duh) Gabriel will be in a predicament between Emilie and Natalie but will choose Emilie (all of this is happening because Gabriel wants her back, it would imo make little sense to let him go “I did it all for you but I want a divorce” like, no, just no) and Natalie will not handle this rejection well because after everything she did and risked for him. (I also don’t think Emilie will stay with Gabriel either. I think Gabriel will in the end stand all alone, having driven away Adrien, Natalie and Emilie with his actions, behavior and decisions. Mr. man-with-nothing-to-lose will face his comeuppance but that’s not the point now)

And of course Natalies health. Concidering the points I listed above of what I think will happen Natalie will turn into a full fleshed villain out of betrayal, loss, desperation, spite and revenge. All the puzzles pieces are in place, it just has to escalate. Throwing in the factor that Natalie has damaged herself and her body so much and irreversible (only Ladybug could heal her but I can’t see Natalie allowing her to heal her once we have reached this level) and the villain backstory and motivation of betrayal is complete. Cuz yes, even if she is a villain by own choice she is also still a victim of certain circumstances. The bad decisions Natalie made are her own choices, she knows what she is doing and is frankly having a damn good time doing it, no doubt, but they are still rooted in Gabriels decisions and full control of the overall situation as I’ve already stated my opinion to this in THIS POST. Natalie staying damaged and having it as a constant reminder of Natalies devotion to Gabriel and to the entire Agreste family who could have become her own new family only to end up alone and with nothing because of Gabriels and her own choices and actions while she drifts deeper into villainy and is bloody brutal and one hell of a villain story I want to see!

Another reason why I don’t think Natalie gets healed any time soon (if at all) is this moment in “Feast”.

Adrien has made the connection between Natalies and Emilies conditions and he’s clearly worried for Natalie. This is a set up for future plot and character development handed on a silver plate. It’s a whole new point of view and will bring us more information about what happened to Emilie and the Agreste past. Everything happening in this show is dealt with in, let’s call them little story arcs, introduced and dealt with when the plot development calls for it. Not every Arc gets continued all the time, some only in special episodes dedicated to this Arc and some (like the love square) are a set in stone Arc for every episode.

THIS was the beginning of a new Arc. A Adrien-Natalie Arc where we see him deal with Natalies illness that reminds him so much of his mothers. Season 3 had so much else to close up, introduce and develop that this Adrien-Natalie Arc was only introduced in “Feast” and that’s alright. But this also means this Arc has to be continued in season 4 and it couldn’t be continued if Natalie were healed after the s3 finale. Therefore she is still sick.

Alright, I don’t know why I escalated so hard here but it was actually quite nice to get this out now and rearrange and collect my thoughts.

I hope you didn’t mind this text wall xD

#Miraculous #Miraculous ladybug #Ml spoilers #natalie sancoeur #ml miracle queen #miracle queen spoilers #Mayura #Peacock miraculous #ml season 3 finale #Ml season 3 #Ml season 4 #Ml theory #Ml sugar #adrien agreste #Chat Noir #Cat Noir #Gabriel agreste #Hawkmoth #le papillon

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PIZZA SUNDAYS~ JIMIN X READER!

Request (anon): Hi! Can I request a fluffy smut with tattooed Jimin, pleeease. I love your writings btw<3

— Dear anon, I hope you’re okay with “fluffy smut” becoming dominant and explicit smut cuz I’m a wild bitch by nature and everything has to be angsty and 1000x extra like me :)

Warnings: EX-GANGBANGER JIMIN FOR FLARE; dirty talk, possessive/dom themes, mentions of unwanted weight gain, lotsss if cursing and graphic oral.

(Also, PLEASE DONT COME FOR ME ABOUT THERE NOT BEING A “READ MORE” LINK, I SPENT LIKE AN HOUR TRYING DIFFERENT WAYS TO DO IT BUT IT DOESNT WORK ON A PHONE AT ALL AND I DONT OWN A LAPTOP, SORRY!!)

(Image below belongs to original editor. And requests are open!)

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You knew prior to stepping on the scale in the bathroom that you weren’t going to like the results, being as your strict routine of nutritious meals and daily walks have recently transformed into consistent stress and persistent binge-eating as college finals had taken over your life.

And now that they were over, and you successfully passed everything to your satisfaction, you were now having to repair the damage it had on your mental and physical health. And much to your horror, you stepped up on the scales only to discover that you gained a whopping 15 pounds within the last few months.

This was a big fucking deal to you; Self-imagine was something that you’ve been steadily reconstructing with the new-found confidence and motivation that came with having someone as athletic and praise-worthy as Jimin at your side. But as of late, your time apart between his work schedule and your schooling has deprived the two of you from spending much time together, thus resulting in a lack of the compliments that you usually thrive on.

But... maybe you were mistaken? Maybe the real reason behind him not feeding you his admiration is because, well... look at you.

Your stomach dipped in dread as you quickly pulled you shirt off and turned to the mirror, where you then began scrutinizing every ounce of puginess that overlapped the hem line of your elastic gym-shorts. You ran your hands down your thickening sides and mushed all the fat together around your belly-button, kneading it as if it was raw dough. You then glanced up at your face, and your eyes practically shot out of their sockets as you began prodding at the puffiness in your cheeks and jawline, and pinching the loose skin and stretching it back until you looked around your neck. It was like you suddenly had on a fat suit and just now realized that it wasn’t coming off.

What the fuck is happening to me? You let out a shaky breath as you gave yourself another one-over, becoming more and more disgusted with the girl in the mirror. The only thing that snapped you out of your self-loathing trance was when you heard Jimin’s voice approaching the door, making you panic for cover.

“Hey, kitten? What kind of pizza do you want?—“ the door suddenly opened, revealing your picture-perfect boyfriend on the other side of it. Luckily, his eyes were focused on the phone in his hand. “They have a two-for-one deal at Pizza Hut, you get a free cheese pizza with the purchase of a large surpreme.”

“That’s Okay, I don’t want any,” You quickly dismissed, turning away from him as you hastily flipped your shirt back inside-out and pulled it over your head, cringing at the thought of him catching sight of the rolls beneath your bra.

You could hear the confusion in his voice as he looked up at you, “What, why? We always have pizza on Sundays, that’s why we get the automatic-texts from them for Sunday-deals.”

“I’m just not in the mood for pizza.. You can still order one for yourself, though. Maybe get me a salad?” you played off with a casual facade, but he quickly caught on to something not being right when he noticed you nervously undoing the already perfectly-placed bun that was sitting on top of your head, only to readjust it again. That was something you always do to advert your attention away from someone when you’re really hiding something. But then he spotted the scale on the floor beside your feet— which was normally pushed back in the corner of the bathroom— and pocketed his phone as he officially came to the conclusion that bullshit was definitely afoot.

With his natural interrogation coming into play, he crossed the art-covered masterpieces he has for arms over his black, T-shirt covered chest, and leaned against the door frame as he watched you, eyes now coated in suspicion and face now wiped clean of anything less than total seriousness.

“...so, let me get this straight; You want me to order you a salad, from Pizza Hut,” He flatly reiterated, voice full-on lacking any conviction as he gouged your reaction. “Since when have you ever traded a pizza up for a fucking salad, (Y/N)?”

“What are you trying to say?” You said with sudden defense, cutting a sharp look over at him. But once you took in the unamused, knowing look on face, you quickly diverted your eyes to the sink, where you then turned the faucet on and began splashing your face.

Another distraction.

“Cut the shit, jagiya. You just weighed yourself, didn’t you?”

With your eyes still closed from the access water, you pumped the exfoliation soap next to the sink into your palm and quickly rubbed your hands together before massaging it into your face.

“Yeah, So?”

“I’m guessing that has something to do with your sudden lack of interest in our traditional Sunday meal,” he rhetorically concluded, voice dripping with sarcasm as he straightened his stance and walked over to the scale. With his arms still crossed, he nosily peered down at the numbers still displayed across the screen, from where you forgot to reset it from the instant panic that took over your actions. His face flattened even more at the uneventful discovery. “Seriously, (Y/N), what’s the matter?”

“Nothing, Jimin. I just..” You sighed in frustration, turning the sink off and patting your face dry with a nearby hand towel, purposely using the few seconds of hiding to take control over the embarrassment taking over your features. You then lowered it and caught him standing directly behind you in the mirror with a stern look on his face, and sighed again as you quickly folded under the hopeless pressure. “I gained ten pounds.”

Your shoulders sagged in discomfort as you braced yourself for a reaction, but he just simply blinked at you unaffectedly, as if he was still awaiting to hear the problem.

You continued to stare at each other for a few more seconds, and when he finally realized that that was all you had to say, his eyebrows rose impatiently. “That’s it..?”

“What do you mean, that’s it? I’ve fallen off track, Jimin. Don’t act like you don’t see a difference,” you snapped, now mirroring his arm-crossed stature in a more vulnerable, sulking manner. “I thought it was the cold-water setting on the washing machine shrinking all my clothes, but no. Nothing fits the same anymore because I’m a beached-fucking-whale.”

“Shut up— the only reason your jeans have gotten tighter is because your ass is filling out even more, which is something I unapologetically take full responsibility in causing.”

“No, everything has gotten bigger— my gut, my face, everything. And I know I’m not pregnant because I just had my period, so it’s from me becoming a full-blown fatass in general.”

You sniffed at the burning sensation that came to your sinuses at the spike of anger, but you were more emotionally depressed than anything. You adverted your eyes again and stubbornly tightened your arms over your stomach, which quickly caused his edge to deteriorate a bit as he seen just how heavy this was weighing down on you. It was a shame, really; if only you could truly see yourself the way sees you— a unique blend of flawless beauty.

He exhaled a deep, audible sigh through his nose before lowering his arms around your lower waist, to which he then pulled you back against him and placed a series of endearing kisses along the side of your pouting cheeks.

“I told you this the day I first met you, and I’ll say it now until I’m blue in the fucking face— you are the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on, (Y/N). Me being in love with you doesn’t effect that fact, nor does a little extra weight do anything to change it. And you wanna know why?” He began, gently turning you around by the hips before cradling the sides of your face, even though your eyes were still casted downward. “People like you don’t have to worry about shit like that, because there is no such thing as a bad look for someone so motherfucking pretty. It’s effortless, God-given gift. You doubting that is an insult.”

You let out a quiet laugh through your nose as you finally met his eyes, fully displaying the self-pity and gratitude in which you felt. “You’re so good to me.”

“Apparently not good enough if you’re still struggling with your self image,” He countered, then took you by surprise as he suddenly ducked down and snatched your gym shorts down to your ankles, then gripped your hips and hoisted you up on the counter without the slightest of warning.

“You see this?” He began, gripping your ass with purposeful aggression that caused you to giddily squeal out at the tenderness. “This is where all that pizza and candy bars go, and I fucking love that because it jiggles when you walk now; and that’s literally my biggest motivation to not say fuck it and go back to selling dope. Because if I get locked up again, that leaves this ass unprotected and up for grabs and I’m not fucking having that, sweety.”

Your head fell back as you openly howled out in laughter, loving his crude sense of humor.

“And these little stretch marks here,” he continued, snatching the hem of your panties down to mid thigh and revealing the neutral-colored stripes expanding along the fullness of your hips. “Holy fuck, they’re my second-biggest turn-on. I didn’t even know I had a kink for shit like this until I saw these badboys for the first time. And that’s why I’m always running my hands across them, because I like feeling the patterns of them. Especially when you’re riding me— oh my god, mm.”

The blush spread across your face like a wild-fire as he aggressively hummed in approval, and demonstrated the very action by greedily palming your hips and tracing his fingers along the thin lines.

“So I’ll say it again; there’s literally nothing ugly about you. The only flaw you really have is your self doubt, but I know you can’t help that and it’s fine. But I’m just telling you (Y/N), I fucking love everything about you. And I swear on everything, I mean it.”

You nodded in acceptance as you soaked in all his sincerity, unable to help the goofy grin gracing your lips as you then leaned your forehead against his chest and rubbed at his forearms, relinquishing in the feel of the veins protruding beneath his skin.

“I love you, Jimin.”

You felt his lips settle on the top of your head as he brought one hand up to rub the back of your neck, his heart racing at those precious words.

“I love you too, Jagiya.”

A dark thought then involuntarily crossed his mind as he noticed that you have yet to pull your panties back up, and it didn’t take long before that one hand still on your thigh crept between your legs and cupped your warm sex.

“I’m just gonna have to put more effort in making you feel good in your own skin.”

You gasped in a breath and gripped his wrist as his fingers teasingly swiped at your clit, him knowing that’s your go-to starter spot and not showing no sort of apprehension as he began full on palming your sensitive flesh, a possessive man by nature. The fingers that was just drawing soothing circles at the back of your neck soon entangled themselves into the back of your hair and pulled your head back, instantly wrenching the submissive out in you as you caught sight of his dominant glare.

“Now, tell me, jagiya: who does your pretty little ass belong to?”

You whimpered out at the intense arrousal that surfaced when he dipped his finger into your wet entrance and used the moisture to glide back up and tentavely roll your clit, making it instantly swell in response to the friction.

“You,” You spluttered out, trying not to squirm from the drastic spike in pleasure. “It belongs to you.”

Your bud continued to swell and twitch against the rough padding of his finger tip, not taking long at all to bring out your sex-crazed demons, and your doe-eyed and gaped-mouth awing soon got the best of him as well, and he lowered his head and lustfully sucked at your pouty lips, briefly warming you up before skillfully claiming your mouth with his tongue.

You didn’t hold back a single moan, you openly voiced your eager approval as he aggressively French-kissed you into oblivion, all the while vigorously massaging your puffy clit. And once he broke away, you barely had time to react before he snatched your panties clear off your legs, boy giving you any time to prepare yourself before he then grabbed you beneath the knees and yanked your ass to the edge of the counter. You tried to stay calm as he did all this, but when he dropped to his own knees and parted your legs so wide that not an inch of your pussy was hidden from his view, you almost cried out at the anticipation.

Because: Jimin may be an absolute God when it comes to fucking, but another thing he also knows how to do better than any other guy you’ve ever been with, is how to properly you out to the point of insanity.

And holy shit, it’s been a while. Something you didn’t realize how much you needed it up into this very moment.

“Don’t hold back on me, now— this is just pregame for what’s to come. As soon as you feel like cumming, do it. Because I need you still up and running for what’s to come after this,” he told told, his own eagerness coming to a tie with the amount of authority in his voice, and you obediently nodded as you gripped the edge of the counter, readying yourself.

“Yes sir.”

That was all it took; the wicked smile that appeared on his face widened as he stuck his tongue all the way out and flattened it over your vulnerable entrance, lapping you up from top to bottom like the greedy bastard he was, causing you to mewl out at the earth-shatter sensation of the silky wet surface lathering up needy flesh. He then craned your thighs all the way back until your shoulder blades hit the mirror and your knees were on both side of your chest, your pussy now practically presented to him on a platter as he then pressed his mouth past your lips and enclosed it around your prominent clit. He then caused every muscle in his vaginal region to clench and quake as he loudly began slurping at the tender area, passionately rolling his tongue and and coaxing it out with purposeful, yet very precise circles.

All the while, you were hitting notes higher than Miriah Carey at this point as words too shameful for acknowledgement poured from your hypnotized lips, your fingers latched into his jet-black hair as you praised him. Every stroke of his tongue was becoming more and more surreal as him sucking was causing the nerves in your clit to become more and more sensitive to his merciless infliction, and it only took about two minutes max before the tension building with your cored bursted under the pressure, causing an overwhelming, euphoric feeling to recochede out and practically electrify the path of his tongue as every nerve ending pulsed at the mind-numbing orgasm.

And oddly enough, once the high settled down and Jimin rose to his feet, you inhaled what was probably the freshest breath of air you’ve had in days, and every ounce of depression had diminished completely from your head. All you could do was stare st your smug-ass boyfriend in total awe as he slyly wiped at his lips and shot you a grin filthier than the Devil himself.

“My turn,” was all he said.

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sole-cuore-amore-e-droga · 5 years

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Tel Aviv 2019: Straight outta Australia to Eurovision with the Statue of Liberty's opera number

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It took 4 years for Australia to figure out one day, “you know what would improve our chances with the viewing audience that’s tired of bland and easily produced pop? That’s right, a GODDAMN NATIONAL FINAL!!!! anyone here agreeing, mates? ehhh???”. And so we finally had an Australia Decides - the whateverth of many of the NFs to be added to the NF family. Where only the best of the best Australian acts compete for their title to get to Eurovision. The last Australian NFs I’ve seen before then were fan-made NFs for online Eurovision fan contests. And they were fun, but now they’re not as fun anymore as a real life-sized counterpart, with shorter than 1 week voting periods, real live performances of totally new songs, all on the same arena, and actual hosts instead of the short but clear instructions of “here are the songs, here are the voting details”. Good times.

Rather exciting the show was, full of anything AND everything. And what did it birth? The first ever totally white Australian participant (nothing wrong with it, it’s just that other 4 ones were of more exciting descents than European), Kate Miller-Heidke. The surprisingly older-than-she-looks operatic blonde with a sizeable career to boot, with nice songs on her overall repertoir (and a chubby lil bun of a son :3). I admit I knew of her from one of those mentioned online fan contests, at the very time one of her songs “Sarah” was popular in a fan circle of like 150-200 people. Since then I heard two more of her songs, so when she (and Sheppard) were announced as part of the Australia Decides lineup, I was excited because of the “automatic name recognition alert!!!” triggering in my head. And I hoped her song is as exciting.

But then I did listen to “Zero Gravity”. And I got confused.

But then again, it’s Kate. I had this moment of realisation that I actually am not a huge fan of her music overall? Just a couple of songs here and there, and probably that’s all. The other ones that I listened to that aren’t those ‘couple of songs’ are nice, but something that I’d only listen to volutarily to torture my inner state of mind.

For me the problem probably arises from the fact that I don’t feel the song’s structure and a lot of things feel like unfinished (because it takes a humongously long time between songlines ksksksk). But at the same time it might as well be the point of the song?? As far as I remember this is very much so about mental issues and how is one trying to break free off them while entering the “ze-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-eeeeeee-ro gra-a-a-a-a-a-aaaaaaa-vity”, and the “stone in shoe” thing (don’t you hate it when you find tiny-ass pebbles in your shoes, guys? cuz I do!!! let alone finding bigger sized ones like Kate just did!!!). Whatever’s keeping her down this time. But for some reason I don’t quite think that Eurovision has really been graced with great mental issue songs - Malta last year was just a cheap pop song stuck in the early 2010s with its dubstep sound; Romania last year was just an average teen sitcom background rock song, and it’s a shame about it being all that forgotten by others because I just happened to like it more and I feel for all those that feel depressed about their own existence and feel like saying “goodbye cruel world, I’ll see you never again anymore”. It feels odd not wanting to break the taboo before I become an animal or going where there’s zero gravity with these songs, yanno what I mean??

BUT! I didn’t say I hate that song. It has its qualities. Like, the verses are pretty decent, it’s just that the chorus feels completely detaching from my interest, which baffles me because I wanna like it more. We have these standard 00s mild-synthpop-like choruses and Kate’s blissful singing into your ear (ffs she starts her verses with “hey you” with THAT vocal sound. You don’t feel like turning up to her to ask “yes”??) on top of them, and then the chorus buildup feels like a helium balloon ride I wanna be let go of already. Alright, well, the 1st post-chorus doesn’t sound TOO bad... but the 2nd one, I’m not really a huge fan of it when she vocally warms up and then SPITS the opera vocals at me scarily. I’m spooked out. And then the last minute of the song is spent with sounding like it’s taken from a cheap-rent theatre play (I say ‘cheap’ because nothing here aside Kate’s voice sounds like OTT theatrical musicals to me), now with some more of delightful opera voice and the backings reminding us all that ain’t nothin’ holdin’ Kate down no’ mo’, ayy! The ending of the song is just so painfully obviously theatrical though, where all the horns rise up and let out a final blast with the final high vocal note like a flat silver-painted chocolate star on top of a dazzling white cinnamon-lemon cake with white glaze and some red berries sprinkled around... I guess I felt excited, I guess I felt like I was carried through a musical journey, but I still ended up completely unsatisfied because there were long pauses in the song that didn’t reasonate with me all that much. My soul really has something against songs that only have two verses and two choruses and that sound like they have potential but are overally unappealing (like me not getting over at how silly “Meggyfa” from A Dal 2018 sounds with all those horsefly and DAW-produced cartooney violins thrown in the song... it should have sounded like a fairytale about a king’s cherry tree, not a peasant’s made-up hallucination of an old and dried-out cherry bush :V). There shall be the day I overcome that obstacle, but for now, I’ll keep it be...

All in all, a competently composed, but at the same time, estrangedly composed song, performed by a classical fairy princess dressed in white and decorated by glitter (and her complementary backings that are cheerful enough sounding for a pop and/or tune). And the entry shines bright, too. As much as Kate’s beautiful teeth and shiny red lips - a perfect combo that could potentially scare an audience for being too perfect.

Approval factor: I’m on a fence with this one, yet again, but my views are leanings toward a mild non-approval. Though objectively I do approve this because it’s finally not a safe-ass entry that is just there to keep Australia afloat on Eurovision, but subjectively... it will take me several lightyears just to get over that severely cheap-ish chorus.

Follow-up factor: Again, it follows up the trail of Australia’s in Eurovision nicely, being so far something totally and completely unexpected from the nation’s, and something so daring in Eurovision overall (we got plain opera songs in the past, now here’s a more popera-musical crossover song that is not anyhow as schlagertastic as that one entry performed by Greta Thunberg’s mom 10 years ago!). A step in the right direction, even if it means that I am personally still inner screaming about it, lol.

Qualification factor: it’s perfectly capable of floating through a couple of places in the territory of both a safe qualification comfort and a hellish danger zone. I’ll leave it up for juries and televotes to judge it for themselves, but for me personally? If that pink foggy cloud from Greece underperforms with no chances to come back into a better shape, I think it could lend a spot to the Oz’s even-foggier thundercloud of joy, and it could even climb up higher if people aren’t overly charmed by the other game changers of the semifinal (like Iceland and Portugal, especially Portugal). But as of now, I guess I’m indifferent anyway the wind blows, and literally anything can happen. It’s truly one of those “anything can happen” songs, I assure you 100%, and it shall be fine, and any result for it will be perceived as spectacular, imo.

NATIONAL FINAL BONUS

FYI, if y’all want, you can rewitness the whole show here (before SBS sues off that for copyright reasons), but let me guide you through some of my personal highlights:

• If you guys that ever read these reviews know of any other Sheppard song than “Geronimo” then it’s okay, and it’s also okay if you don’t (and if you even haven’t heard of “Geronimo”)! I’m just saying that these guys were the first ever exciting sight in the Australia Decides lineup (along with KMH of course), and now, I’m not saying I wanted something that could top over the hit song of these guys in my personal opinion (well their actual NF song, “On My Way”, might be slightly on the path of suffering from the “it’s-no-hit-song-so-it’s-automatically-disappointing”-itis, which is incredibly contagious, especially for all the one hit wonders out there (and not only), but despite people accusing it of not being “Geronimo” here and there, I sat down, listened and simply liked it), I am just saying to stop throwing shit at the artist just because their management is worse than their music. Yeah! Remember the time it was uncovered that Sheppard is funded by their parents’ business being torturous? There are Papua New Guinean asylum seekers locked away in a faraway island where all kinds of shit happens - abuse, torture, rape... and the parent Sheppard is responsible for all this (well actually he’s only 1/3 of the responsible men), and he makes profit off it. That’s disgusting to the max, I know, and by no means I support this pasttime, but I really hope that the Sheppard kids don’t support the way their parents get the money to fund their hopes and dreams, otherwise... well anti-stans you were right. I might as well begin regretting stanning Sheppard now but for a dumb bitch I am there always exist a shard from a broken hope I can hang on to just in case things would get better. Just like the time when Kesha broke free from the Ke$ha image at the time it came out to light that her former producer, Dr. Luke, is THAT kind of guy. Anyway, if there are people down here that sometimes come for the music and not for the backstory, I’ll leave a video for Sheppard’s entry, which wouldn’t have come onto Australia Decides if not for the Sheppard fans (that they still had before the mentioned incident?) that encouraged them to go ^_^ Is your love for this song on fire? (probably not but I still am asking b/c fuck it)

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• I know what you’re thinking, so I’ll include Electric Fields as well. And with a good enough cause because I liked their song too, just like many people did. “2000 and Whatever” mixes electronic music with a relatable message for all the millenials out there who don’t want to “live forever”, Aboriginal sounds and cool inclusion of new and unheard-in-Eurovision-before language(s?) and all in all would have definitely made a more kickass Australian entry for this year. And what’s the best about it? They didn’t need to have a big fanbase like Sheppard’s or a relatively middle-sized abroad but big inside like Kate’s. They did THAT by being incredibly fun and unique and gained both national AND international fans with their one year Australia Decides stint, and now the fans are hopeful to see this duo come out on another Australia Decides in the future. I salute their newborn fanbase for being so passionate and hopeful already. Oh, and of course, they got a meme out of their way at the same time without even needing to win (which wouldn’t have happened if not for SBS’s care to translate different languages than their own):

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But my favourite moment of the performance that they had is when the lead singstress let go of her headscarf to show off her beautiful long dreads to the viewing audience <3333

• For those combined fans of both ESC and RuPaul’s Drag Race, Australia fished out a special surprise with Courtney Act (what, you thought all drag race queens have had to be American of origin?!) being on the lineup as well! Together with several other dancers, she presented “Fight for Love” (not to be confused with Dami Im’s “Fighting for Love”) on the Gold Coast stage - just your typical soft club banger with tight red dressing reminiscent of Lady Gaga’s eccentric costume era and Courtney’s special stare:

I HAVE SPECIAL EYES

(what’s more hilolololarious is that Logo, who aired BOTH ESC AND RDP, has not gotten a renewed contract for Eurovision this year, which means that if Courtney DID win, the Muricans would not be able to see a drag alum they might have loved at some point! As they already cannot broadcast Lady Madge, the only American performing on show, flashing her covered-up sponge pudding. A devastation <3)

• Hey, let’s not underestimate the other acts, too! There were 6 others that I didn’t mention, and among them my favourites were Ella Hooper (as during her performance I felt like I was watching that Shania Twain concert DVD again with her outfit being as outstanding as in this video) and Alfie Arcuri (one of the other names I heard before just like Kate and Sheppard - it’s a homosexual guy that feels confident enough with his sexuality by turning his struggles to songs!), and Leea Nanos (a 16 year old girlie who, like Electric Fields, don’t really have fans, but she came here to have a good time and performed confidently enough for her age! *clap* *clap*) wasn’t so bad, either.

• Australia Decides as a whole is a thing to remember. Not too annoying hosts? Check. Beautiful introductionary postcards (involving the NF guys going around to enjoy nature, talking some more about themselves and a specific soundshape for each act at the end of each postcards)? Check. (Fun) Interviews with the contestants and interval acts?? Yeah, you can check that as well. Behind-the-scenes get-togethers of every one of the participants and them getting to partake in a fun questionnaire?? Wow, they even have that!!! All in all I admired this slick production, the smooth flow and the nice details that went into this whole event. Thumbs up on that one! First organisational pancake did not burn up.

• Then again, every single one of those nice ones have to have an ugly interval act hidden somewhere, like, the German drag-like caricature that appeared on AGT not so long ago, Hans from Adelaide, who did a Eurovision medley and included “Ooh Aah (Just a Little Bit)” in it as well... needless to say, the fandom didn’t approve of that, and obviously the Måns's version from EYD was better.

• Also also, what do other NFs don’t do that Australia Decides just did this year??? A REJECTED ENTRIES COMPILATION SHOWCASE!!! Damn straight! When was the last time you’ve seen one of these? At least SOME recognition given for those songs that were close enough but the NF compilers found much better songs than those ones so those other ones just didn’t get their chance... amazing considering I believe I’ve never seen a thing like that before. There indeed were some rejected NF songs that are marginably better than some from the actual list. And thanks to Australia Decides showing them, they’ll never be any other NFs rejects ever again, unlike the Melodifestivalen/DMGP/etc. ones. Yeehaw. Maybe this serves as a ladder of hope for those rejectees to get up and try again so we’ll see them in another edition?

• Let’s not forget Kate herself. She did come down at us as the Australian version of Statue of Liberty (as the title of this write-up suggests, youhouuuuu) that looks more like someone’s unused Miss Universe national costume, but still very goddamn dazzling. And the rando flying above her presence that couldn’t be “holding [her] down”. What would have been any other way to present a mental issues awareness song than that. Majestic. I’d printscreen her dress for this one in full motion but I’d rather put down this picture with a more interesting shirt choice walking nearby the Australian Eurovision songstress while she was getting down to be ready for her winner’s reprise. I’m sure you’ll be able to see the dress in this too!

(if only I could use some extra fries in life!! =( )

All in all, I applaud the Down Under-ners for a succesful kickstart in the NF business, and I really hope SBS invests in this more than just calling up DNA Productions again to find themselves a starlet from an old Australian Idol/X Factor season that’s of different descent as always and slap a pop tune onto their discography with which they gotta go with to ESC. Would be incredigood. Thanks.

I’ll wrap this cumbersome beauty up by wishing the whimsical beauty Kate all the best in Tel Aviv! Hope your infected foot did not ruin the fun for you, dear sis.

#eurovision 2019 #tel aviv 2019 reviews #australia 2019 #kate miller-heidke #zero gravity #australia

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Trans Am And Camaro Meets Sonic The Hedgehog (Crossover Fic)

My first crossover fic that I will post feature my original characters, in which are two of my favorite cars, and at least one official character, Sonic The Hedgehog.

Let me know what you think of this prompt. Constructive criticism is allowed, but please be respectful.

Here it goes:

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"Trans Am And Camaro Meets Sonic The Hedgehog" by FirebirdTransAm68

"Hey, cousin, what's up?" a 1982 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am asked his cousin, the 1982 Chevrolet Camaro.

The two cars were inside a four-car garage that was mostly used as an art studio, but there were also tools and equipment for vehicles, as well. Trans Am was facing Camaro, who was playing an old arcade game from the mid-1980's. The arcade console had two monitors, one on each side, so the two cars can view the monitor when one or the other was playing.

"Err! This is so frustrating!" Camaro shouted out of exasperation, "I had just finished Level 7, but I couldn't make it up to Level 8, no matter how many ways I can complete the level!"

"How about I try something?" Trans Am offered.

"All right, sure. Go ahead."

The monitor facing Trans Am switched so Trans Am could operate the console. The game featured a blue and red Formula One racecar that was supposed to avoid as many obstacles as possible. From the looks of it, Level 8 was an extremely difficult level, since the freeway was filled with walls, puddles, and towers that were blocking each lane.

"Okay, let's see if I try this..."

The racecar swerved quickly to the center-right part of the freeway where a ramp was located at. The racecar then climbed up the ramp, and jumped up really high, and then landed on the lane that was now clearer. A 16-bit fanfare appeared, different colored confetti popped up out of nowhere, and there was a giant blinking caption that read, 'Level Complete.'

"Wow!" Camaro said in pure awe, "how did you do that?!"

"Well, you see, Level 8 was full of obstacles that were blocking each lane, but if you pay close attention, there is a ramp that will allow you to go above obstacles. The trick is to think fast, and swerve as quickly as possible, so you don't hit any obstacles," Trans Am explained.

"Oh, thank you very much, Trans Am! I will remember that for the next level, then." Camaro was really thankful that he had a cousin that would always be here to help.

"Don't mention it, Camaro. And good luck on Level 9," said Trans Am, "I will be heading off to I-6 and Phoenix Boulevard, again. I am going to need some exercise so I can keep my gears up and running for the future."

"You do that, cuz," said Camaro.

"I will be right back afterwards. See you!" Trans Am said as he backed up from the garage, and turned towards his destination, and then drove off.

"All right," Camaro said to himself, "on to Level 9..."

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Trans Am dashed off right onto the freeway, so he could see the view. It was mountainous, full of trees, bushes, and grass, as well as some barren spots. The floor area was mostly grassy, and had trees and bushes scattered across certain areas; on the ground below the freeway was a river that was thirty feet wide, and made a path that became invisible from a vanishing point towards the mountains. The sun wasn't yet setting, but it was getting close.

Suddenly, Trans Am screeched to a halt when he saw some obstacle in his way. He was lucky no one else was in the freeway, otherwise, he would be responsible for a traffic jam.

The obstacle was short, but was the height of a 13-year-old human child (if not shorter), and had many rounded features; it was orange with some black features. There were unusual looking extremities that were black in the center, but the shoulder and hand and foot areas were orange. And its facial area was cyan blue, with two circles for eyes, and a grin that would make even Cheshire Cat unnerved. The obstacle looked to be some kind of robot, since it looked humanlike, yet was not a human.

"Hey!" Trans Am shouted at the orange robot, "get out of my way!"

(You would think Trans Am would be smart enough to switch lanes...)

But the orange robot did not budge. It just stayed in its place.

"Are you deaf or something?" Trans Am shouted again, "move out of my way, or I will run you over like I would a skunk in the middle of the road!"

The robot still stayed in its place, despite Trans Am's threats.

"Very well, then" Trans Am said with a trace of frustration in his voice, "I will make you move out of my way."

Trans Am revved up his engines, and moved very slowly towards the robot; he stopped for a half second before he revved up his engines, again.

Well, it certainly got the robot's attention, because after Trans Am moved towards it, its blue face turned a bright red, and started to advance at the black sports car.

Tiny machine guns popped out of the robot, and started shooting at Trans Am.

"Whoa! What the-!" Trans Am was definitely taken by surprise. He raced off to avoid the ammunition and started to spin in circles in hopes of distracting the robot, or at least throw off its concentration and balance so it would stop shooting; but to no avail.

He turned as fast as he could off the freeway, but the robot was chasing towards him. Trans Am didn't know how to resolve this situation.

Suddenly, there was a thud, and the robot stopped chasing Trans Am; when he went to see behind him, the robot was starting to shoot off some sparks, and its face was switching between blue and red. The robot even had some dents in a few areas.

Before Trans Am could see what really happened, there was a blue streak advancing towards the robot, and the robot was becoming even more damaged as the blue object made impact towards it.

After twenty seconds of the beatdown, the orange robot shut down, and fell apart with extra sparks flying off. The blue object looked as if it was rubbing its hands together to get dust off of them.

"Well, that took care of that Egg Pawn," a young male voice was heard from the blue creature.

The humanoid creature looked to be as tall as the orange robot, but he looked organic; his head was a little bigger than his body, had ears that looked a little more like a cat's, and had long blue quills that curved down behind his head. He had big eyes that meshed together to look like one eyeball, but there were two green irises present. He had a peach-colored belly as well as long peach-colored arms that matched his muzzle, and was wearing white gloves, one on each hand. He also had long blue legs, and was wearing red and white running shoes as well as white socks that stuck out of them.

The blue humanoid creature stopped rubbing himself off of dust, and diverted his attention to the black Trans Am. Trans Am was confused and shocked, because he had never seen a creature like this before. But the blue creature wasn't shocked; just curious, or at least seemed curious. He walked towards the black car.

"Hmm, interesting," he said to himself, "it looks like not only did I destroy one of Eggman's badniks, but I also saved a car from getting shot down. And he doesn't look like he was one of the badniks I ever come across."

Trans Am was having a hard time finding his words.

"W- wha- what are you saying?" Trans Am said in mild fear and huge confusion, "who's Eggman? What is that thing that you just destroyed?! Who are you? What are you? And how did you know I was sentient?! No other humanoid knew I was sentient, except you! So, how did you know?!"

The creature raised an eyeridge in confusion and mild concern, since the car was panicking.

"Whoa, calm down, buddy," he said with his palms up to the sides of his heads, "is that any way to say 'thank you?' I just saved your life, after all. I am a friend."

"Friend? I don't even know you! Just tell me what is going on!"

"How about this: why don't you calm down and I can explain what happened? I don't bite." The creature seemed very happy and easy-going, and didn't even show a sign of fear. He looked friendly.

Trans Am calmed down a little, since he figured the creature was no threat to him.

"All right, I do not see the problem with conversing with others who are not my kind, but just so happened to understand what I was saying," said Trans Am, "well, anyways, let's start with the introductions. I am a Pontiac Firebird Trans Am, the first of the third generation. But you can just call me Trans Am. And you?"

The creature zipped in front of Trans Am, so he was facing him. He grinned.

"I'm Sonic," he said, "Sonic The Hedgehog."

"Well, it is nice to meet you, Sonic."

"Same," Sonic said, and chuckled slightly.

Trans Am was feeling comfortable talking to the humanoid hedgehog.

"Anyway, before we can explain, how about you jump in so we can go towards my home? It is not too far away," offered Trans Am.

"Oh, that's quite all right. I have these," Sonic said and lifted his feet, showing his running shoes, "some call me the 'Fastest Thing Alive' because of my speed."

Trans Am was intrigued.

"Wow. Okay, how about we race to my home instead? And the winner will enter my home, first?"

"On second thought," Sonic said, "I think I have had enough running for now, my feet are starting to get a little sore. I don't see the problem getting a ride once in a while."

"All right, then," Trans Am said, and opened the driver door so Sonic could get in. So, he did, and the door closed.

"Cool," Sonic said, as he looked at the interior.

"Thank you," Trans Am said.

Trans Am revved up his engines. "Let's go!"

"Okay!"

They drove off from the freeway.

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"So, let's see if I got this right: Dr. Ivo 'Eggman' Robotnik is a mad scientist who designs robots and plans to take over the world, so he can build his Eggman Empire. (Sounds like a huge monopoly, there.) And you came from some other part of the world with friends a bit like you, (maybe not by speed). And you obtain golden rings to give your power a boost during the final blow, is that right?" asked Trans Am.

"That's right," said Sonic.

Trans Am just got out of the freeway, and was at his neighborhood where all the other cars were at. There were plenty of buildings for cars to roam around and have space, as well as many green plants such as trees, shrubs, and grassy patches; there was even a small park for humans to bask into. The neighborhood looked a lot greener than Sonic's description of the proposed Eggman Empire. Sonic was intrigued by Trans Am's turf.

"Well, our best bet is to not let Dr. Eggman go towards any territory already occupied by people and cars. Because who knows what will happen?"

Sonic nodded in agreement.

A gray Toyota Prius stopped in the middle of Trans Am's path, and Trans Am stopped to a soft halt.

"Hey, gaslighter," Prius said in a mocking tone of voice, "where do you think YOU'RE going?"

"None of your business, Prius," Trans Am said in a slight defensive manner, "and when are you going to stop bothering me about being a gas-fueled car? Aren't cars like you supposed to be 'tolerant' of different cars with different fuel needs?"

"Oh really? Who died and made YOU judge? Huh?!" Prius was really getting on Trans Am's nerves.

Although he wanted the Earth to be green and free of pollutants, there was just something about electric cars like Prius that Sonic found quite deceiving. And it really didn't help that a car was bullying his new friend, who was also a car, just with different fuel needs.

Sonic opened Trans Am's door and stepped out to face Prius.

"Hey, what's going on, here?" Sonic said with his gloved hands on his hips, and a confused frown on his face. "Is that any way to treat my friends?"

Everything went quite for a few seconds. Prius didn't say anything, until...

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

Prius quickly went into reverse, then turned around and dashed away. Was it Sonic that made him scamper away?

Sonic turned towards Trans Am, and made a gesture that said "oh, well."

Trans Am chucked. "Looks like you scared him away just by appearing in front of him. I would be shocked too if I saw something I considered strange."

"Yeah," Sonic said.

They both laughed.

"Well, anyways, let me show you my home. I have a cousin living here, as well."

Sonic was amazed that even cars had families.

"Okay," Sonic said, and got back in Trans Am, "let's go!"

Trans Am and Sonic went to the huge garage next to an even larger house. The garage was many different shades of brown, with the exception of the roof and door, which were a metallic gray. The door opened slowly, and Trans Am and Sonic got in.

"Hey, Camaro, I'm home," Trans Am said.

Camaro was still in his place, and was still playing the video game on the two-monitor arcade.

"Hey, Trans Am," the silvery-gray Camaro said, "guess what? I had just completed Level 17 with hardly any difficulty, whatsoever! I think I am getting really good at this game!"

"Well, good for you," Trans Am said.

Camaro paused the game and drove very slowly away from the arcade box, and stopped towards Trans Am nine feet away from each other.

"So, what's new?" asked Camaro, "how did cruising around the freeway go?"

"Very well, thank you very much," Trans Am said, "oh, and I brought a new friend with me, so we can have company for the evening. Promise not to freak out?"

"Uh, okay," Camaro said.

"All right, Sonic. You can come out, now."

Trans Am's door opened, and Sonic stepped out of the car. He was facing towards Camaro, who was slightly lost for words.

"Camaro, this is Sonic The Hedgehog," Trans Am said, "he saved me from a robot that was attacking me on I-6. Said it was a badnik designed by a mad scientist who wanted to destroy our planet for an empire."

Sonic advanced towards Camaro, and extended a hand.

"Nice to meet you," Sonic said, cheerfully.

"Uh, it's nice to meet you, too," Camaro said, and extended a robotic arm to shake hands. They did so.

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Ten minutes later, the two cars and one hedgehog were having plenty of fun conversing with each other. And Camaro and Sonic were playing the racing game, but it was a multiplayer edition, with one player on each side of the two-monitor arcade box. Sonic was getting a lot more points than Camaro was, and Camaro was rather amazed than disappointed or frustrated.

"Wow! You are a really excellent player. I am amazed by that!" Camaro said in awe and admiration.

"Thanks!" Sonic said, and winked.

Even Trans Am was pleased by Sonic's skill.

"Well, have fun, you too. I am going to visit Tesla and stay in his garage for a bit," Trans Am said, and drove off.

"Okay, have fun, cuz!" Camaro called out.

Trans Am was about to turn to where the garage was until suddenly, he heard screams coming from many feet away.

"What is going on?" Trans Am said to himself. He drove towards the location of the sound.

Much to his surprise, there was a blue 1968 Ford Mustang that was smashed flat (unfortunately, Mustang died), and above him was a huge machine that looked to be two stories tall, and had seven long metal leg-like appendages. The machine was round at the top with a similar-looking face picture like the one on the orange robot from earlier, and on top of it was a man of some sort. He was really round (he looked like he ate way too much food and then sucked on helium to inflate him a little bit), and was wearing a red and white suit of some sort; he was wearing white gloves just like Sonic; he was wearing some kind of goggles on top of his bald head. He had a long, brown mustache that stood straight, and had a long nose that was slightly darker than his skin; he was also wearing glasses that covered his eyes completely. He had a really wide grin, much like the orange robot and the machine he was operating.

"Ooooooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooo!" came out the man's laugh that sounded more goofy than menacing. "I am Dr. Eggman, the most powerful and wonderful scientist in the world! Surrender to the Eggman Empire, or you will suffer the consequences!"

"So, that's the mad scientist Sonic was talking about," Trans Am said himself, "I have got to call Sonic and Camaro to stop him."

He activated his commlink.

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Camaro answered his commlink, "Hello?"

"Camaro, this is Trans Am. Is Sonic with you?" a voice asked from the commlink.

"Yes, I'm here too," said Sonic.

"What's going on, cousin? You sounded a little frantic, there," Camaro asked with a little concern in his tone of voice.

"Uh, I think- Dr. Eggman just arrived..." Trans Am drawled at the last part.

Both Sonic and Camaro were shocked by the response.

Sonic stood up with his hands on his hips, and gave off a wide grin.

"Then, let's stop this Egghead!" Sonic said with confidence in his voice.

Sonic dashed faster than the blue streak behind him could keep up, and Camaro followed quickly behind him out of the four-car garage.

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Trans Am dashed back and forth while the front extremities of the giant machine were bashing the road to try and crush him. But all it did was make craters on the road.

"Hold still, car! I want to give you a really good pounding!" Eggman shouted.

"Like you can really do that!" Trans Am shouted back, although the mad scientist wouldn't be able to understand him.

Next to Eggman were two small robots, one taller yellow one, and one shorter gray one.

"Uh, Dr. Eggman, I think the car just spoke," the yellow robot said.

"Yeah, and it didn't sound very happy!" the gray robot piped up.

"Oh, stop that nonsense, you piles of scrapmetal!" Eggman said to the robots, (who are called Decoe and Bocoe) "You know that cars don't talk. Not even this one!"

The machine advanced towards Trans Am, and before he could make a sudden move, one of the machine's extremities flung over Trans Am and he fell to his side, rendering him immobile.

"...ow..." he said, quietly and monotonously.

Eggman advanced towards the defeated Trans Am, and raised up an extremity to deliver the final blow.

"Ooooohh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooo! Prepare to be turned into scrapmetal!"

Trans Am thought it was the end for him, until…

"Not so fast! Dr. Eggman!" a cocky voice said. It was Sonic, and he was advancing towards the evil scientist.

"Sonic The Hedgehog!" Eggman was in complete surprise. "Ooooh, I will not let you go off that easily, you little blue pest! Prepare to meet your doom!!"

The fight was intense. Eggman kept trying to swat away Sonic with the extremities, and Sonic kept performing spin dashes to leave dents and one tiny hole on the machine.

Sonic managed to land behind the doctor by standing on the edge of the machine.

"Yoo-hoo!" Sonic teased, and leapt out of the machine to continue fighting. He was really getting on Eggman's nerves.

Sonic and Eggman kept on fighting until an extremity swatted Sonic, and he fell next to Trans Am.

"Sonic! Are you all right?" Trans Am said.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sonic said with a pained smile on his face.

(First Trans Am, now Sonic. Dr. Eggman was a really tough opponent to defeat.)

"Sonic! The time has come to meet your fate! And once I have finally gotten rid of you, I will establish the Eggman Empire and change the world forever!"

Eggman started to raise an extremity to deliver the final blow for the blue hero.

"Sonic!" a voice shouted.

High up in the sky was a blue and yellow biplane with two beings riding it; one golden two-tailed fox kit who was operating the propeller plane, and one red echidna with white mittens who was standing on top of the plane's right wing. The red being was holding something in one of his hands.

"Don't worry, Sonic," the fox kit said, "we are here!"

"Tails... Knuckles..." Sonic said, weakly.

"Who?" Trans Am asked. Were those Sonic's friends?

"Sonic! Catch!" the red echidna shouted, and dropped a golden ring to where Sonic was.

Sonic extended his arm, and caught the ring that fell down towards him.

"Got it!"

Sonic's hand glowed a golden color, and then he got up and performed a spin dash towards Eggman's machine, but not before he made a cocky smile.

Sonic's attacks were stronger than ever, because there were even more holes than dents being made on the machine. The machine started shutting down and was collapsing.

"Nooooooooo!!" Eggman shouted, as his machine completely fell down. Dr. Eggman was finally defeated.

Sonic struck a victory pose, and shouted, "all right!"

The blue and yellow plane landed, and Sonic's friends, Tails and Knuckles, ran beside him and struck poses along with him.

"This is the end of your tyranny, Eggman! If you threaten any more turfs, again, we will defeat you once more!" Tails shouted.

"And we will never give up!" Knuckles shouted, and raised his fist in the air.

"Hey, that's my line!" Sonic said. He looked like he was about to pout.

Out of the defeated machine, a hovercraft appeared with Eggman operating it, and his two servant robots followed him and climbed on top of the vehicle.

"Ooooh, I hate that hedgehog! I will come back, Sonic, and next time, I won't go easy on you!"

He flew off with the two robots shouting "BYYYEEE!!!" and they completely disappeared into the sky with a twinkle that appeared where they vanished.

"Heh. He won't be coming back for a long time," Sonic said and crossed his arms.

"Let's hope so," Knuckles said.

Camaro raced towards the area where a battle occurred, followed by a dark gray self-driving Tesla car, who was Camaro and Trans Am's friend.

"Wow! That was amazing!" Camaro said in pure awe, "now the mad scientist will never bother us for now."

"Not on my watch will he be back soon," Tesla said.

Their attention was diverted to Trans Am, who was still on his side. They were shocked.

"Trans Am!" Camaro shouted and raced towards the black car.

"Trans Am! Are you all right?" Tesla said, and went beside him.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just a scratch," Trans Am said, "can you help me back up? I can't move if I am on my side."

"We will get a tow truck to help you up. Do not worry, Trans Am, help is--"

But before Tesla could finish his sentence, Trans Am was suddenly lifted slightly from the ground, and then placed back on his four wheels. Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles got Trans Am back on his wheels. They knew this car needed help, and they did it the faster way. So, there was no need for a tow truck.

"Thank you very much," Trans Am said.

"Don't mention it," Tails said.

Sonic walked towards Trans Am, Camaro, and Tesla, and faced towards Tails and Knuckles.

"This is my new friend, Trans Am; I met him while I was fighting one of Eggman's badniks. And this is his cousin, Camaro, and his friend, uh..."

"Tesla," the self-driving car said.

"Right. Tesla," Sonic said and turned to face the three cars, "these are my buddies, Miles Prower (but please call him Tails), and Knuckles The Echidna."

While Tails and Knuckles were taking turns greeting Trans Am and Camaro, Sonic greeted Tesla, since he never met him before. Tesla extended a robotic hand, and Sonic took it. They shook hands.

"It is really nice to meet you, Sonic," Tesla said, "I'm sorry we never got the chance to meet each other sooner."

"No problem," Sonic said and winked.

The cars and Sonic and his friends spent a few minutes talking to each other, until the organics decided it was time for them go home.

"Well, it's time for us to leave. We had fun today," Sonic said, as Tails and Knuckles already got on the biplane, called the Tornado.

"Will we get to see each other again?" Camaro asked.

"Of course!" Sonic said and gave a thumbs up.

Sonic went to the Tornado and got on top of its left wing.

"We will always remember you. And remember, never give up!" Sonic said, and the Tornado took off.

"Goodbye!" Trans Am, Camaro, and Tesla said, simultaneously.

Sonic and his friends flew off towards the sky, and disappeared.

"I wish they would have stayed a little longer," Camaro said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Do not worry, Camaro. They won't be gone forever," Tesla said.

"And Sonic said he and his friends will always remember us, as well. So, we will never be forgotten," Trans Am said.

Suddenly, they realized it got dark.

"Well, I have to get back home. I do not want my owner to worry about me thinking I was stolen. Goodnight, Trans Am and Camaro," Tesla said.

"Goodnight, Tesla," Trans Am and Camaro said.

Tesla drove off.

"Let's go back to the garage, Camaro," Trans Am said and started to drive off.

"All right," Camaro said, and followed him.

"I wonder if Sonic and his friends are not too far away?" Camaro asked. "It wouldn't be too hard to visit them if we could."

"I'm sure we would," Trans Am said.

Up in the night sky, a golden shooting star dashed off into the horizon.

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All characters except for my car characters belong to SEGA (Sonic X belongs to TMS Entertainment) and Sonic Team.

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Where do you think neymar would go if he left?

Spain.

Anonymous said:I hate this, i hate to see kylian crying, and presnel blaming himself :((( i hope barca makes 10-0 in man united in some point, that's it, i love revenge

He looked so down! So so down! Poor Kylian. And Presnel indeed must be taking it so hard. That’s why I liked how Lukaku instead of celebrating comforted Presnel. Seriously such a class act!

I would actually like it if Ajax drew them and we could get out Europe League lost final revenge... But maybe save that for later and let us first get FC Porto.

Anonymous said:Do you think man united deserved this win? i think that wasn't a penalty :(( i hate to lose like this, bc psg played so good! that's not fair at all ughhh

No, I agree that wasn’t a penalty in my eyes. That way you can give a penalty for almost all contact... I didn’t think he made himself bigger or anything so that he wanted to stop the ball with his hand but oh well... It happened... It sucks, but PSG should also be looking at themselves for even letting United (WITH SO MANY INJURIES) come this far at home... The difference between them on Old Trafford and at home was insane.

Anonymous said:pt1) lol I swear Neymar literally rolled his eyes when he saw Bruna coming on stage, his face was literally like "oh fuck I don't need this now" that was hilarious. it's also tricky situation for him cuz no matter how he reacts it can look wrong, I dont know if I think his reaction was great or if I think it's little shitty from him no matter the break up he doesn't have to act disrespectful to his ex or have ugly reactions to her.. but anyway it really looksAnonymous said:pt2) like this time they are done FOR GOOD and all I can think is well it was about fuckin time, tired of drama around Bruna and Neymar. I just wish ppl would caught up with that and stop talking about them every time they find themselves close. They were always running in same circles, they have many mutual friends, it's how they met in the first place, and this is for sure not the last time they will meet in the same place, people really need to STOP making drama about it every time

Well we’ve seen the photo that he apparently tried so greet her, but we will get the full tea about that tomorrow! So I mean maybe we should all have a giant tea party haha.

Not that I think it will go about them getting back together but just what was said because she looked annoyed. He also looked a little aprehesive. I NEED THE TEA!

Yeah he looked so done when her name was announced haha.

Anonymous said:oh no!!!!! Sabrina Sato posted a photo of Bruna with her baby and Neymar liked it!! What the hell is he doing?? I want to know what he is doing now? just fuckin forget Bruna already!! I am so sick of this!!!! he's so fuckin stupid.... just whern I though this crap is over! I'm starting to think he really did go to that box to see and provoke Bruna...Anonymous said:Neymar just liked a photo with bruna... Here we go again! 🙄

I havent seen it? And I also cant find it on her page anymore! WHat I do find is Bruna’s latest (or final) Carnavals outfit!! WITHOUT A BRA!!! Like her two sisters are all on display! Besides that - but I have big boobs I could never leave my house without a bra - I don’t get how she can dance without a bra! How does one do that?

Anonymous said:I hope to see man united get crush now, they don't deserve this win at all, that penalty was ridiculous, so i will laugh my ass off If they lose and i hope they lose with a undeserved penalty too, that's it, god i hate them so much, their fans are the worst ever on the social media, they're saying the worst things possible to psg, the players and the fans, and i know the story"not all the fans are like that", but this is too much, they're the worst fans i ever saw, i'm in shock

Yeah I don’t have that hate towards them, but I will say how some of these fans on social media are behaving towards Kylian is disgusting. Have some respect for this insanely wise man for his age that is a World Champion at the age of 19!

Like I’ve previously said: The people that are laughing at him now (that he’s down) are they same ones that will suck his d*** when he scored a hattrick of makes an insane run again... They can fuck off!

Anonymous said:I think part os psgs problem is that their ligue is not competitive at all. They can't "practice" like united can. United has like at least 5 teams in the ligue that are serious competitors. Playing against them is at least some practice for the other european teams. Psg has at most one if you can count that one. They don't know how to play against bigger/better teams because they onlu do it in the cl

Mwaaaaah! I dont really agree with that I saw a French tweet about that on the night of the defeat. I will quote it here:

Ajax just crushed 2 arguments that explain the results of French clubs in Europe:

The excuses of a budget

The excuse of the level of the national championship

Besides that I also think it’s the mentality of the club or something. There’s something in this team that makes them choke when they HAVE to win. It’s not an incident anymore. They should watch out that they won’t become a remontada club... Maybe they need a psygologist before games like this. I have no idea....

SORRY @ all for the late reply!

PS: Holy heck he looked so hot in blaugrana eh??? + that cocky attitude makes me *_*

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Reveling in Richonne

#118: The Golden Rule (8x12)

So each time I’ve done these posts there’s been some character that has spurred me to go on a gif journey expressing how tried they made me feel. 😂

The first time doing these revelings it was Jadis in the season 7 finale. And then during the Retrospect posts it was Jessie. And for this round...y’all we gotta add Enid to the Queens of Trying It, cuz she was all the way out of line. 💯

So we see Michonne standing outside of the Hilltop building as those three ladies wait on the bench. And then she decides to go inside because it’s clear she has something she needs to address.

She walks in and tells Maggie “We should make the deal and let them go before the Saviors get here.”

First of all; yes fierce walk! And it’s sweet to see Michonne wanting these women to be spared of dealing with the pending craziness that’s about to pop off when they face the Saviors.

Also this is why Michonne is fit to be a leader, because she’s decisive and diligent. But Maggie feels they can’t let them go with what they have, and then Enid barges in.

And this is where our gif journey begins. 🙃

Cuz just the physical act of Enid barging into this conversation had me like...

Like I already have an issue with the fact that Enid steps into this conversation between two women who have known each other for SIX seasons now. And then she wants to interject to tell Michonne, “Maggie’s right.”

Just two words into the scene and I already was like...

The way Michonne turns around, you can tell she might be thinking the same things as me which is “Did this little girl really just waltz in here and think she can talk to me like this?”

Michonne has the courtesy to face her (cuz lord knows I would not) and Enid goes on to say, “We take their stuff. Otherwise someone else will. Someone else will kill them. It’s a miracle they’re still alive anyways.” That’s sounding real Savior-ish if I do say so myself lol. 👀

Y’all I low key wanted Michonne to just be like...

So Michonne silently stares at her and I’m telling you Danai is so excellent at not playing anything one-note, even in a facial expression. Because as much as Michonne might feel tried, you also see her feeling compassion on Enid. Like it’s evident that Michonne feels for her that the world has hardened her this way at such a young age.

And then Enid tries it again by stepping closer to Michonne to continue to talk to her like she doesn’t realize she’s talking to the literal queen of this apocalypse.

She says “The Saviors are on their way. We’re gonna fight and some of us will die.” And the salty side of me was like listen boo, Michonne and Rick.... see they’re the ones who live (at least before season 9) so they don’t have to be as concerned with that death stuff like the rest of you lol.

Enid asks why they should care about anyone else and I was like...

The bold disrespect to talk to Michonne that way when this is a woman who one; is grown two; is fully aware of the situation and most importantly three; who just lost Carl who she had a deeper relationship with than Enid could possibly know.

And it’s a miracle Michonne’s even able to be around other people right now, let alone Carl’s broody unofficial “girlfriend”. 🙄

But y’all it don’t stop there. 😑

Getting more heated, Enid says “We take their stuff and we use it. We stop pretending that things just work out. They don’t.”

And hearing her try and talk at Michonne about a concept Michonne knows full well had me really asking...

Michonne responds saying, “Carl rescued Siddiq and now we have a doctor and we have a friend.”

Y’all this is heartwarming because Michonne already is choosing to see the value in what Carl’s “something after” goal was.

She always did understand Carl in a special way so it makes sense that she’s the one to vocalize this understanding of where Carl was coming from with helping Siddiq and even to find the positive in it with the fact that Siddiq is a doctor and friend.

And it’s sweet that she refers to Siddiq as a friend when it could be very easy to resent Siddiq for being associated with the moment that killed Carl. And also because it’s choosing to not just see the fact that he’s a doctor as the only plus side to things, cuz that would only be allowing his value to come from what he can offer them.

So in saying he’s a friend it’s meaningful cuz it shows she’s open to accepting Siddiq as a person and not just a commodity.

It’s like how Carl told Rick in 8x09 that he helped Siddiq not cuz he was a doctor but because he wasn’t going to make it alone.

She then wisely takes the gun away from Enid as an act of letting this girl know that the way she wants to fight away her problems is not the way. (And I think she also takes the gun cuz Enid has no business being this hostile right now.)

And then Michonne says very matter of factly; “Carl was brave.” Y’all, the fact that they have to speak about Carl in past tense still hurts. 😢

You can tell in her delivery of this line that it’s painful for her to have to address Carl as no longer being with them, but she’s willing to go to that emotional place and defend Carl despite the pain.

And I love that she’s choosing to see the bravery in Carl’s commitment to humanity rather than having a more jaded take on his actions.

And then the pinnacle of the triflingness is when Enid steps to Michonne and says, “And now he’s dead,”

Which...

Before I go off 😁 lemme just say;…I get it. She’s hurting and she’s sad because she lost her close friend. But I still have to tell her...

Cuz the disrespect is just too much. Like Enid needs to realize that she is talking to the woman who knew Carl when he was this little boy who just lost his mom. She is talking to the woman who held Carl in her arms after he was attacked by that Claimer.

She is talking to the woman who gave Carl a huge chunk of his happiest memories. And most importantly she is talking to the woman who became Carl’s mom and best friend.

So she needs to come correct with it. Cuz to throw that in Michonne’s face like Carl’s life was wasted is unacceptable, especially so soon after Michonne just buried him.

When watching this the first time, I was very curious what Michonne’s response would be. Cuz my personal response was very much like...

And I know Michonne is extremely good at having a “be the bigger person” response to when people try her. Like she’s the embodiment of...

And I love that about her. But the second I heard Enid say that line, I was literally hoping that Michonne would refuse to play nice with this one right here cuz Enid needed to know...

And I love that, while she kept that signature Michonne composure her response was perfection because she also was more than willing to let this little girl know she isn’t playing games.

Cuz she looks at Enid with a calm intensity and simply says “Step back.”

Y’all. This was legit me...

When I tell you I was soooooo here for it. For real, it was everything. 🙌🏾

“Step back” is a way of life now lol. 😋 Enid was putting disrespect on Carl and Michonne, and I love that Michonne let her know she will have none of that.

Michonne’s basically telling Enid...

With a dash of...

I was like; that’s right Enid, this is a little different than some of the adults you’re used to giving sass to, cuz now you’re dealing with the queen. 👸🏾

And you can see the moment Enid realized she’s dealing with a queen too...

And when Michonne calmly but firmly tells her to step back, Enid already knows what time it is and she knows not to try it any further cuz...

That’s the kind of influential presence Michonne has, when she says something like that you already know you gotta listen.

Like she really does have this perfect balance of peaceful but powerful, and her words command attention. #queen

And sure enough Enid steps all the way back and out of the room. To which I was like...

Similar to Ron, and Heath, and that chick at Hilltop, Enid joined the list of people who have learned the golden rule that when it comes to trying Rick or Carl in front of Michonne...

But what breaks my heart is Michonne’s expression as Enid walks away. Cuz you can tell that as composed as she’s been it’s hard for her to not want to just break down since losing Carl is still so fresh.

And she’s been being strong for other people but, during this subtle moment, it becomes visible how much pain Michonne’s in over this loss.

And then Maggie dabbles in trying it when she reiterates “Things don’t just work out” And I was really like...

Cuz do 👏🏽you 👏🏽think 👏🏽that 👏🏽Michonne 👏🏽doesn’t 👏🏽know 👏 that? Maggie doesn’t have to tell Michonne things don’t work out cuz Michonne knows this just as much as any.

Michonne then says, in a tone that suggests she can think of a long list of times that’s been the case for herself (like losing two sons), “No. No they don’t.”

This episode had me starting to genuinely ask; do these characters know Michonne? Cuz if they did they would know that she’s had a lot of experiences with things not working out.

Sis has lost a lot. But it’s because she has this winner’s attitude of finding the way they can thrive and rise above it that she’s been able to push through.

It’s times like these where I really wish characters interacted more. Cuz while I know Maggie and Michonne have a friendship, some of these relationships have been put so far on the back burner that it causes us to not even really know what the dynamics between these long standing characters even are and how much they know.

And it’s interesting cuz Maggie’s experienced an overwhelming amount of brutal losses too which if why I hoped the scenes with them in this episode would be focused on them really connecting through that.

So then with emotion Michonne says, “But I think he knew that. He didn’t give up on who Rick wanted him to be.”

It just hit me how significant this line is cuz, I feel like it’s a callback to the season 4 finale when Carl was able to open up to Michonne after that traumatic night with the Claimers.

He told her how he’s not who his dad thinks he is and at that time he was really feeling like just another monster. But with the help of Michonne and Rick and Judith he was able to get better and not give up on who he knew deep down his dad wanted him to be.

There’s something comforting about thinking that personal heart to heart Carl and Michonne had four season ago could be the moment that’s resonating with Michonne now and motivating her to not give up.

And then I love that she also says “And we can’t on who he wanted us to be. We can’t.”

It’s deep for a lot of reasons, but the most important being that this illustrates how she really took Carl’s final words to heart and how she’s determined to fight to not only create the world he wanted but also be the person he specifically wanted them to be, which is people who aren’t blinded by the fight and instead focused on caring and a real future.

And then Maggie seems to take those words to heart and I feel like for the first time we see Maggie have some deeper acknowledgement that they lost Carl, someone she’s known since he was a little kid.

As Michonne walks out, we see Judith and the baby and I feel like again it’s this reminder of why fighting for peace is actually worth it. Because at the end of the day they’re not only trying to create a world just for themselves but for these kids who are most important cuz they will be the future now.

Maggie walks out and lets those ladies know she’s agreed to the deal. Georgie gives them food and explains her whole key to the future and honestly I just have to reiterate, all these characters have to put some respek on Michonne’s name. That’s the moral of the story because her instinct will not lead you astray lol. 👌 🏽

And this was me looking at this show when they pretty much make it seem as though it was Maggie who led them to this advancement and not Michonne...

So then Michonne again is the bigger person by being willing to still speak to Enid in the scene where they’re on watch at the wall.

Enid shares about killing Natania and how she killed her and is alive but Carl saved someone is dead and I was like; girl a lot of that just has to do with faulty lopsided storytelling cuz Enid realistically shouldn’t have survived that Oceanside storyline and Carl absolutely should’ve survived that Siddiq storyline. 😑

Also, the fact that, as this scene starts, it seems like Enid wants to do round two of talking back to Michonne like she still ain’t learn her lesson...It had me wanting to tell Enid my own version of “step back” which is...

Enid asks if they’re supposed to just stop fighting, which makes me think that maybe that’s supposed to imply that in Carl’s letter to her he also expressed how he wants them all to stop fighting.

(Side note: I always felt like it was a missed opportunity to never get a scene or moment where Rick and Michonne got to acknowledge Carl’s relationship with Enid in the past few seasons. I feel like that would’ve been a cute moment between Rick, Michonne, and Carl)

Michonne says “I don’t think Carl wanted us to stop fighting for our future. But I think he was telling us that to get to our future it’s going to take more than just fighting.”

Again, Michonne’s out here perfectly summing up Carl’s message for others. The best of the best friends y’all. 💯

And, as she says this line, she gives Enid’s gun back to her in a way of symbolizing that the fight doesn’t have to be completely unnecessary.

So then, Enid is still not letting it sink in cuz she says “The saviors are coming right now” and I was like girl...

Cuz Michonne knows that. Fr, who does Enid think she’s talking to lol. Michonne calmly responds saying, “And we’re gonna fight them. But there’s gotta be something after” and I appreciate her recalling Carl’s words and how she’s let that really resonate with her.

Even tho Enid tried me like no other, I’m glad that Michonne is able to be a peaceful and wise presence in her life cuz Enid could use that in this time of grieving. Michonne’s presence is good for people’s health lol. #facts

And these Michonne-centric moments relate to Richonne because seeing where Michonne’s at gives insight to the way she’s working to go through this grieving process, and that’s what will play the biggest part in Rick being able to work through the grieving process later.

With the devastating loss of Carl, it could be really easy for time to just stand still for Michonne or for her to just shut everyone out but instead she’s staying present and honoring her best friend by focusing on and working towards the “something after” he wants for them.

It’s such a testament to the resilience and admirable character she has. And I appreciate that there’s a lot of things that are golden about Michonne; including the golden rule. 👌💯😋

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