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🎶 I wap-bam-boom, Alakazam‼️🎵 | Hazbin Hotel Episode 8: Season Finale
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Since that last episode of Melon’s Adventure isn’t done yet, here’s something to tide ya’ll over a tad! Concept sketches of the giiiiiiiiirls! owo
I originally wanted to do these three AND Pauline, but I never got around to Pauline so I figured I could go ahead and post these. I’ll probably try to make a full sketchdump for Pauline to make up for her lack of being here though. o3o Anyway, some funfacts and thoughts on these:
I really liked how feisty Peach was in the movie so I decided I wanted to mix that in with how I personally see her. I see Peach as a woman who is unapologetically girly, and has a wild, adventurous side. I tried to make show that by filling her out a little more, largely by giving her more angles than I previously had when I drew her. Basically, a bit more box-y and not entirely soft. owo
Then there's Daisy! Since Peach, Pauline, and Rosalina all have long hair, I wanted to contrast that with Daisy by giving her much much shorter hair. I also tried to make her a little more masculine and a tad rough. Finally, her eyes; nearly every character (with the exception of Bowser) in Super Mario has blue eyes. While I've already broken that canon, I decided to try out something a lil extra with Daisy by giving her red eyes instead the original green I gave her. It surprisingly fits! o3o
And of course Rosalina! I really like her base design, as I do for all the characters honestly. But I also wanted to try and make her look far less like Peach than she does in game, so I played with her facial features a little bit. I wanted her to look visually older than either Peach or Daisy; physically around the same age as Pauline, even if she herself is thousands and thousands of years old. Given my headcanon around her, I was hoping to make her look a little... tired. Being an immortal goddess comes with many pitfalls, one of which is her being kinda lonely, and I was hoping to convey that in her design. She's sweet as she can be, but there's always some sort of longing about her, if that makes sense. Good thing she makes friends this time! ;w; I'm not terribly sure about her hair overall, and her side profile gave me so much trouble, but I think it's in a place I can accept it at least.
But ye! Some design headcanon for ya’ll to chew on. uwu I hope you enjoy! More to come soon! :)
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Don’t Be Embarrassed
Sam Riordan x Reader
Prompt: You take care of Sam and he takes care of you.
Warnings: autistic reader having an autistic meltdown, talk of mental hospitals, mentions of sex, walking in on friends having sex, spoilers for episode 4
A/N: Although there is no smut, because we’re only 4 episodes in and Sam doesn’t have a confirmed age I’m writing this under the assumption that he’s college age 18+. This boy is taking up most of my brain space this week. We don’t have a lot of info on the the character, but this is how I see his vibes. I crossposted this on my ao3 adriansglasses. Also this is my first non Adrian fic in quite sometime! Hope ya’ll enjoy!
You were on your way back from class when you heard yelling coming from down the hallway. You had been hanging out with Sam for the day and left him for two hours to go to class. You rushed to your dorm, quickly fishing out your keys.
“Hey hey hey what’s going on?” You asked him, placing your hands out, waiting to see if he’ll let you touch him.
“It was supposed to be a good day! A good day! But apparently I can’t even fucking do that!” He yells. The Woods had done a toll on him and he was still recovering. He had been doing a lot better lately, but everyone knows healing isn’t linear.
“Sam, it’s okay. You’re okay.” You give him a smile. “You had a good day yesterday and the day before that! It’s okay to have a bad day, Sam.”
“But I was doing so good…” He sounds defeated. You slowly grow closer to him. When he doesn’t back away you place a hand on his shoulder.
“I know and I’m so proud of you, but healing isn’t linear. There’s gonna be bad days. Even people who are… for lack of a better word ‘normal’ have bad days.” You roll your eyes and throw air quotes around the word normal. You didn’t always have the best words to describe what you were thinking, but Sam always knew what you meant. Usually college friendships and relationships formed and moved fast, but even with that Sam was different. You felt like you could be yourself around him in ways you couldn’t be around others.
It felt that way since the beginning. Sure the day you met Sam was overstimulating, rushed, and tense, but after you and your friends convinced him not to kill the doctor that completely ruined his life, you got to know him a little more the next day.
“So what’s your power?” He asks.
“What?”
“Your power. You must be a supe if you go to Godolkin.”
“Oh! Yeah uh…right… It’s stupid.” You sigh, avoiding eye contact. The gravel below your feet comes into detail. You pay attention to the sparkles of the rocks being hit by the sun instead of Sam.
“It can’t be that bad. Just tell me.” You can hear the smile in his voice.
“I uh… I feel like any way I word it will sound weird, but my bodily fluids are like acid, so uh like my tears and spit and stuff. Told you it was weird.”
“No! That’s cool! I’ve seen way worse. You should have seen some of my roommates at my old place.” He jokes. You laugh quietly with him.
“So all of your stuff is acid?” He asks. You nod.
“How do you pee? Do you just like melt toilets every time you piss?” He asks. You laugh.
“No, I guess my body has some way of controlling it, but I don’t know. I haven’t really figured it out consciously.”
“I was gonna say, that would be really cool if you could piss acid. Just like pee on all your enemies. That would be cool as fuck.” He laughs. You don’t know why at the time, but there’s just something so comforting about him.
“That’s gross. You’re sick.” You laugh.
“Oh trust me I know. You don’t go through multiple mental hospitals just being normal.”
You knew he was joking, but the way he said normal struck a cord in you. You didn’t see him as wrong, but you knew what he meant. You often felt… knew… you weren’t normal either.
You were there for Sam just as much as he was for you. It took you a long time to accept his help. It took a while for him to convince you that you weren’t a burden. The first time you had a meltdown in front of him was a very vulnerable moment for you. You hadn’t been that vulnerable with anyone like that in a long time.
“I’m gonna fucking kill them.” You fumed, pacing the room, so blinded by your anger you had forgotten you were with Sam. You had promised him you could watch Waterworld after class because you’d never seen it before and it was his favorite movie.
“She is such a fucking bitch. Why the fuck didn’t she fucking tell me?! She could have put a fucking sock on the door or sent a text or fucking something Jesus fucking Christ! Like I love her, but fuck!” You were beyond angry. After an already overstimulating day and a failed assignment handed back, you were already on edge before you walked in on Jordan and Marie. Now sexiled to the lounge while your roommate finishes with his girlfriend, not caring about your plans at all.
“I fucking told him too! I told him you were coming over!” You say, upset, and quite honestly still in shock, not expecting to see two of your friends fucking on a Tuesday afternoon.
“Maybe they just forgot.” Sam proposes.
“How could she fucking forget what time I come home every fucking Tuesday?!” You huff, sitting down on the couch. You sit in silence before thinking it over.
“No, you’re right… they probably just forgot…” You feel a pit in your stomach and tears starting to well up in your eyes. You try to keep them at bay. You don’t need an acid leak today. “Yeah Jordan totally forgot. Oh fuck. I shouldn’t have gotten so mad.” You feel your body crumbling in on itself. You hate getting mad. You were so scared of your own anger. You also felt like Jordan didn’t deserve it. Yeah he could be an ass sometimes, but Jordan was your roommate and your friend.
“Hey what’s going on you look upset- well more upset than you were before… okay maybe not more upset, but a different kind of upset…” Sam’s voice trails off. He wasn’t always the best with words either.
“I just feel so bad.” The tears start to slip down your face.
“Why do you feel bad? You just walked in on two of your friends having sex in your own room. It’s never happened to me, but I think it’s normal to be annoyed.” He sits down next to you. When he gets a closer look at your face he sees the red marks on your cheeks. You were used to the burn by now. You hated crying, but sometimes you couldn’t stop yourself. Sam moves to wipe away some of your tears.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” You ask.
“They used to electrocute me daily at the Woods. This is nothing.”
“I’m sorry.” The ache in your stomach grows. You feel like such a burden.
“Why are you sorry?” He asks.
“Because you shouldn’t have to deal with this.”
“I don’t have to do anything. I’m here because I want to be.” He smiles.
“But I’m too much. This is too much. You have your own shit to deal with. I’m so fucking sorry, Sam.” You try to hold back more tears. You feel awful.
“Hey, don’t apologize. You’ve done so much for me. You promised you’d always be there for me. Let me return the favor. You’re so kind to everyone, just let me be kind to you.”
“I’m sorry.” You whisper again in a broken voice.
“Why do you keep saying sorry? Are you embarrassed?” He asks. You nod.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Multiple mental hospitals, remember?” He jokes, making a face and pointing to himself. You laugh quietly.
“Just the life of a broken fucking brain.” He laughs, but there’s something sad underneath.
“You know I don’t think you’re a monster right?”
“Why are you bringing that up now?” He asks.
“Well sometimes I think you believe the doctors at the Woods a little too much. I just wanted to make sure you know that I know that you’re trying and you’re a good guy.” You smile.
“For what it’s worth I don’t think you’re a monster either. You think I’m a good guy, but I think you’re the goodest person I know.” He smiles. “Is goodest even a word?” He asks.
“I don’t think so, but I appreciate the compliment.” You smile. You don’t know when it happened, but you start to realize that Sam had successfully distracted you and calmed you from your meltdown. You find his arm around you, as you lean into him on the lounge couch.
“I’m so glad I met you.” He smiles.
“I’m so glad I met you too.”
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Got a bit inspired by the J getting screen time due to getting a plushie and helping V escape the sentinels theory, so I decided to draw it!!
(Also my first time drawing J and Sentinels so sorry if it’s not 100%)
Hope ya’ll enjoy!!! I have more art coming before the episode…
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EDIT: Honestly this may still happen, but add Lizzy, Thad and Khan to the mix!
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I’m so glad everyone is having the same visceral reaction to episode 4 like I did. I thought I was being too sensitive but fucking no. It is painful. It is horrid. Knowing that this type of abuse actively happens to sex workers and those who are trafficked. It’s jarring because I didn’t expect to see this dark and explicit depiction in a cartoon that jokes about penises every 2 minutes. It’s like when light hearted coco melon shows start talking about death, it was just unexpected because I never took this show serious. I’m going to share more of my thoughts below! Trigger Warning: Mentions of SA ⚠️
I don’t think it’s my place to deny or confirm if the ‘poison’ scenes were fetishized, I personally believe it’s subjective. I know how I feel but I think no matter where you stand, you are right in your own way. Many things can be true at once. What we can all agree on, is that it was harsh. In a way, I hope the audience is able to understand how exploiting and non glamorous sex work is. There is nothing fun about having your body used multiple times a day by people you do not know and having said scenes recorded then plastered all over the media. Of course all forms of engaging in or creating adult content are different, I am specifically talking about sex workers who have no say or control over their bodies and finances. Like Angel. Let us put emphasis on WORK in sex work.
It is demanding. It is laborious It is scaring. Remember that and remember the unheard voices who must do this to simply survive.
There is a lot of criticism about angel’s personality and yes I agree it is annoying but you have to understand, it is a trauma response. Hypersexuality is a common trait among those who are sexually abused. Angel just outwardly expresses it all the time because it is all he knows. This thought process is the only way to tolerate his behavior. I say thought process because it is only an interpretation. It’s very obvious viv just adores writing sexed up characters with zero nuance or depth but let’s just pretend she can actually write male characters that think beyond their cock and balls. Let’s pretend that Angel Dust is a two dimensional character and not (grits teeth) fetish bait.
Now, let’s talk about Charlie. Alright great, she saw her friend being mistreated and was about to stand up to his abuser, ok good good. The victim (Angel) gets upset and wants her to leave because he was beaten. Yes, average response of someone who is an abusive relationship, he is afraid and wants to avoid more conflict between him and Val. The situation at hand couldn’t be more than obvious. How does Charlie respond? She cries. And not because she is frustratedly concerned for the safety of her friend. It is because he yelled and rejected all her poor attempts at helping. Charlie is weak as shit and I think that interaction was weirdly written. I wish she had the mental fortitude to understand how much danger Angel’s life was in at that moment. I cannot enjoy her ‘aggressive kindness’ cutie do no wrong baby girl type of character in a moment like that.
And I feel the same about Husk’s song. Out of all the responses you could’ve made, this is what made it to the final cut? Do better. I don’t care if I lack the mEdIa LiTeRaCy twitter keeps yapping about. It’s bad. You just showed a sexual assault montage and the rebuttal was basically “my uncle broke his neck tap dancing once :/“ lol we’re both losers and that’s ok, suck it up buttercup, I like you regardless. This was the best response to an SA victim? No degree in media literacy would ever help me think that was an acceptable response. I dunno about ya’ll but I major in common sense at the university of using my eyes and fucking ears. Now imagine, if that entire segment, when Husk and Angel are at the bar plus the musical number; imagine if all of that was placed BEFORE we see Angel and Val interact and then poison plays as the final song. It would be 10x more impactful because then the audience sees how deep and stuck Angel actually is. Trauma olympics is never acceptable but neither is trauma participation trophies. It is not right to make Husk’s issues be seen as the same as Angel’s issues. They are not the same and it is ok to acknowledge that Angel has it worst than Husk. It’d be more genuine if Husk were to just hug him in complete silence after dragging him out of the bar and have Angel tearfully embrace him back. The first non sexual and benevolent interaction between them. The first physical act of care with no ulterior motives of lust.
I grind my teeth at the wasted potential.
#sorry for randomly dropping that trolls reference but it’s exactly what husk’s song felt like!#i hope my statement about sex workers didn’t come off as bashing anyone!!!#it’s just important to know it hard and can be extremely dangerous#don’t let some onlyfans girl with a pink wig trick you into thinking it’s fun just because she used her check to buy disney tickets or smth#sex work is (and i cannot stress this enough) WORK. LABOR.#anyways teehee thank you for reading!!!#anti vivziepop#anti hazbin hotel#vivziepop critical#vivziepop criticism#hazbin hotel critical#hazbin hotel critique#hazmat hotel#🍯
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Being Corlys’ Bastard Daughter in a Secret Relationship with Rhaenyra Would Include...
I started writing this weeks ago and recently finished. Kinda went ham on it, sorry if it got too long! I’m also working on fics about this concept so stay tuned. Also spoilers for House of The Dragon up to episode 7, Driftmark. Hope ya’ll enjoy!
• You were Laenor and Laena’s half sister, since you were Corlys’ bastard daughter but you were legitimized in his eyes once you came into adulthood.
• Rhaenys accepted you with open arms, seeing you as a daughter just as she saw Laena and Laenor as her children respectfully.
• You didn’t care much for lady-like duties, choosing to chase behind Laenor and the other knights of your house to train in sword and shield. Corlys had his issues with it of course, but as long as you did what you could to keep up appearances, he was fine. Rhaenys was there to teach you all about being a lady, while sharing much of the fierceness a Targaryen could hold.
• Like Laenor, you had different tastes to what was expected of you.
• You much preferred the company of the ladies of court as your father frequented Kings Landing as King Viserys’s master of ships. Being around other ladies of court wasn’t frown upon much, you were safe from rumors, unlike your brother Laenor, it was easy to navigate yourself through your specific tastes since close bonds between women of the court were common.
• It remained common as you could keep them, a few lingering smiles here and a few compliments there, until you met the crowned Princess herself, Rhaenyra Targaryen.
• She was betrothed to your brother Laenor but he didn’t see her like that, yet you did. The Princess noticed you, and complimented you accordingly:
“You’re just as pretty as your brother, Lady Y/N,” Rhaenyra said before kissing your hand.
• Laenor may have been her betrothed, but Rhaenyra spent much time with you: listening of your tales amongst the sea with your father while Rhaenyra told you stories of dragons, even mentioning that she’d like to take you on the back of Syrax if you’d like to.
• During Laenor and the Princess’s wedding, the both of you kept running into each other on the dance floor. Her eyes tracing your body as she moved from man to man, attention on the way the music took you.
• Kept a close eye on you until the violence began, going straight towards you, keeping you safe through all of chaos.
“I need to find my brother!” you said.
Rhaenyra shook her head, hands still holding yours.
“I must protect you for him, my lady.”
• You knew you had feelings for the Princess after she married Laenor. The ten years away from her while she was in Kings Landing and you on Driftmark made you crave for her presence again. So you wrote to her, along with Laenor and Laena, respectively as she was in Essos.
• Rhaenyra oft wrote back, telling of her children and how much she missed you. She detailed your beauty in her letters, joking about how she’d rather be the wife of another Velaryon than your brother.
• You gushed at the letter once it got to you, thinking over a fortnight of what to say back to the Princess. It was treason and down right wrong to think of Rhaenyra in a nonplatonic way yet the Princess’s words drew you with so much tenderness inside.
• Rhaenyra’s letters kept arriving, wondering when you’d get back to her: both physically and by letter. You didn’t mean to leave her in the dark, but after hearing about her relations with Harwin and how she adored him saddened you. You wished to be the sole love she adored.
• You didn’t write her back until Laena’s death, pouring out everything you thought for her and the hate you felt for Laena going off with Daemon to Pentos, for making Rhaenys a wreck and making your father quiet, so much so that he didn’t talk much until the funeral.
• You and Laena weren’t the closest, yet she always made an effort to understand you the most, boasting that the blood of old Valyria was still strong in you, whether you weren’t full Velaryon or not. She never looked down or joked about your preferences, encouraging it along with Laenor.
• Laenor took Laena’s death the hardest though. You tried sticking by his side during the funeral, trying not to crack under your uncle Vaemond’s words of Velaryon blood, glancing at Rhaenyra’s own boys and you. It made it hard for you to handle your grief when anger bubbled inside, forcing you to clutch your hands tightly that red nail marks carved at your palms.
• Rhaenyra noticed however, prompting her youngest son there, Lucerys to comfort you in some way. The boy reluctantly looked to his mother, than to you before bounding over (thanks to a stern, yet easygoing nod from Rhaenyra) and taking one of your clasped hands into his tiny one.
• Your wall of rage tumbled just a bit, breaking your intense focus to see your nephew staring with wide eyes, steady and ready to bolt back to his mother and father if things grew awry. All you wanted was some one there who understood your pain, your rage, your heartbreak. You knew of the rumors, you may have been away from court but the gossip always ran throughout the seven kingdoms. The words bastard and Strong thrown around carelessly of Rhaenyra’s boys so much so that you felt terrible for them or even considering the truth that they weren’t Laenor’s boys.
•Whether they truly had the “saltiest and thickest Velaryon blood” didn’t matter, even though you were a Velaryon in Corlys’ eyes, yet in other members of the house’s eyes you were still the Sea Snake’s bastard daughter. A title you could never escape from. You didn’t know what Lucerys went though but you held his hand anyway, pulling him close for a hug. You may not know what the boy went through but it had to be something similar to your own strive.
•The boy hesitated but returned it immediately, clutching onto you for the rest of your uncle’s speech. You felt loved, you may have only met your nephew but you could tell Rhaenyra and Laenor loved and raised him decently so far.
“I-Is aunt Y/N all right?” Jacaerys asked as he approached you and Luke, holding his mother and father’s hands.
Luke glanced up at you expectantly, hugging into your side, as if asking his brother’s question a second time.
“Y-Yeah,” you said. Your voice rough but you tried your best in sounding all right. “T-Thank you for worrying about me, boys.”
Rhaenyra met your eye as you ruffled the boys’ hair, totally not buying your words at all.
“Laenor, take the boys to bed, please?” Rhaenyra said. She patted your brother’s arm before continuing. “I’ll be along shortly.”
Laenor seemed just as worn out as you, doing what his wife told was simple yet he still was rather sluggish in taking Jace and Luke’s hands, leaving you and Rhaenyra alone.
• Rhaenyra drew closer and like her son, she was cautious of touching you.
“Alicent, and her father have been watching me,” she said as she glanced past and beyond you discreetly. “Walk with me to the beach?”
“Have I some how entered your circle of rumors, Princess?” you said.
Rhaenyra smiled weakly. “Something like that, my lady.”
• Once you walked enough of the beach and nightfall began to cover you both thanks to the decline of the sun, Rheanyra took you into her arms, wrapping you close by the waist.
• Her touch. Finally feeling her skin, her warmth for over ten years made the emotions bubble up in you yet again as tears flowed from you.
“I’m here,” Rhaenyra whispered. She pressed a hand to the back of your head. “I-I’m so sorry, Y/N”
You held onto her, crying into her chest, babbling about everything you held against you for the past ten years.
“I-I don’t know what to do,” you sobbed. “With Laenor being your king consort and Laena dead, I possibly couldn’t be Lady of Driftmark or Lady of the Tides as a--”
Rhaenyra took your face before you could even say the word bastard. Through your tear stained eyes you saw her own crestfallen expression, water clinging to her own eyes.
“You are a true Velaryon,” Rhaenyra declared. “It may not be official but I promise as queen you will be. It will be my first act.”
• The Princess then kissed you, hard, fierce and fiery as kissing a Targaryen should be. You shivered in her arms thanks to the brisk air Driftmark held, especially close to the sea as night continued to crawl through the final peaks of sun.
• Rhaenyra’s hands traveled over your waist, holding you as if you’d sail away at any moment, ship off for another ten years.
“Come with me, us to Dragonstone,” Rhaenyra said. Desperation written on her face as she panted from your previous make out. “Be my lady in waiting, my sworn sword, I don’t care I-I just need you with me!”
The words “sworn sword” hit you in a sour way.
“Like your former? He’s replaceable? W-Would I be?” you said.
Rhaenyra’s grip on your sides grew rough; you gasped at the slight pinch in pain as she pulled you to be inches from her lips again.
“I loved Harwin, he can never be replaced,” she said, solidifying your worries. “But he isn’t you. A-And what I feel for you isn’t quite the same as I had with him.”
You shook your head, speaking the truth of the rumors.
“You’d have children with me?” you said. “I-If we could?”
“I would and more, you’d be my Queen consort instead of your brother,” the Princess responded cheekily.
• The both of you shared more kisses, along with touches that lingered. Rhaenyra wanted to go further, you both did but the lost of loved ones sought you both against it for now.
• When you both found Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena bloodied from their scuffle with Aemond, you immediately formed a shield around all your nieces and nephews with Corlys, Rhaenys and Rhaenyra.
• Luke clung to you instantly as Alicent tried attacking the boy, almost cutting you if Rhaenyra didn’t stop the mad Queen first.
• When Alicent cut Rhaenyra, you were at the Princess’s side but not before Luke scurried to her left, you to her right. You held her as she bled, immediately calling for a maester for not only Rhaenyra’s wounds but for that of your nephews and nieces as well.
• You stayed by her side as the maesters stitched her arm. Luke clung to you again, asking his mother if she was all right while Jace held your other hand. Rhaenyra reassured him with a kiss on the forehead before doing the same to Jace.
“You boys have cause a lot of trouble tonight. Now go off to bed, for real this time,” Rhaenyra said.
Her boys did what they were told but not before hugging Rhaenyra then you as well.
• Rhaenyra began to notice how much her boys got attached to you, especially Luke and deemed you as a second mother to them after your permanent stay on Dragonstone, and having them squire under you and Laenor.
• You became a quasi mentor to your nephew Luke, since he’d inherit Driftmark as Lord of the Tides. Of course he had trouble getting seasick but you still reassured him that he’d make a fine Lord of the Tides and helped him during short sea trips from Dragonstone to Kingslanding to help him adjust to life on the sea.
• Rhaenyra would always fly over with Syrax to ensure that the both of you arrived and departed safely.
• She always welcomed you with a tight embrace, checking over you as soon as she was done ensuring Luke was in one piece.
• Rhaenyra always found time to be alone with you, always thanking you for being amazing with her boys and always made sure you felt all right here with this family she cultivated on Dragonstone.
“I hope you feel a part of this family as much as I believe you are,” Rhaenyra said while she held your hand. She cuddled next to you while she played with the braids of your silver hair. “Have ever I told you how beautiful your hair is?”
You grew sheepish at her words, especially at the mention of being her family, finally a part of her life and finally able to be with her.
“You really see me as your family?” you said as you tucked yourself against her chest. “What does that make me? Secret lover to the heir apparent?”
Rhaenyra shook her head and gave you a deep kiss.
“You will be my only sole lover, Y/N Velaryon, a true Lady of Driftmark right next to the Queen of the seven kingdoms.”
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!!SPOILERS FOR THE SEASON ONE FINALE OF SEVERANCE IN THIS VIDEO!! No spoilers below:
VIDEO: Severance Outie Cut, Season 1 Episode 9
Okay ya’ll, I believe I have done everything I need to do to make the Innie and Outie Supercuts that I made of Severance available. I looked into a lot of different free storage options out there and unfortunately none of them had enough space (the cuts together are ~35GB), so I landed on creating a torrent file to share it, which just means I’m sending it directly from my computer to your computer without the middleman of cloud storage
This is the first time I’ve ever created a torrent to share, so I had to follow a tutorial. I believe everything worked correctly. Please let me know if there’s any problems (or if you know more about torrents than I do and see any immediate glaring issues.)
Here’s what you’ll need to do:
1. Download a bittorrent client (I recommend qbittorrent.)
2. Grab the .torrent file from the google drive I created: here
3. Side note, I created the file in qbittorrent but I believe you can use it in any client. Someone correct me if that’s wrong.
4. In your bittorrent client, look for an option that says something like “add torrent file” and use that to select the file
5. Choose where to download the file and click “okay”
6. You’re done! Wait for it to download and you’re good to go!
You don’t need to go to any sketchy torrent sites, you can check the file contents in the bittorrent client when you add it to make sure it is what I say it is (it will contain two video files, and two image files for those of you who use something like plex and want title cards), and yeah I think that’s it
Please let me know what you think of it if/when you watch it! I put a lot of hours into it and I really enjoyed watching it, so I hope you guys do as well.
OH ALSO. If you know anyone who is willing to sacrifice their first Severance watch through and watch these cuts first as an experiment, I am extremely curious to hear about how the experience differs when you watch it as intended vs. watching it from each perspective individually.
I have it ordered as Outie Cut first, then Innie Cut second. You’re welcome to watch in whatever order you like, though, obviously.
My thought process here is that the Outie perspective is more interesting as a mystery where you don’t know what is happening at Lumon. You’re discovering things along with oMark, you don’t have any more information than he does.
And I think the Innie perspective could be interesting either way, but I think most of the interest just comes from discovering the world of Lumon here. It definitely could be interesting to see the Innie perspective with no knowledge of the outside world, though. Let me know what you think about the watch order!
#severance#severance 2022#severance apple tv plus#severance supercut#severance fan edit#fan edit#innie cut#outie cut#supercut#severance season 1#fandom#I'm really excited for you guys to watch this though#Like I don't know anyone else IRL that is obsessed with this show like I am so I have nobody to talk to about these cuts lol
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(Tickle) Fight Club
Panda's Notes: Hello, hi, yes, I have been slightly obsessing over this AU for the past few months, and I finally finished...a part. >w< Buckle in, kids, this is a lot longer than I first thought it would be. You can once again thank the lovely @rosileeduckie for facilitating my nonsense.
...What? No, I totally don't have recent commitments that have an encroaching deadline. What are you talking about?!
[Ao3] || [Commissions] || [Ko-fi]
Warning: ~10K words about Miles brutalizing some folks. Enjoy. >w<
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Miles had a terrible habit of getting drawn in by Ganke’s nonsense.
“Hey, that character looks sick; you make that?” turned into binging episodes of an anime every night through junior year. He wasn’t complaining, but somewhere between the third movie and the 700th episode, it was a miracle his grades hadn’t completely tanked.
“Dude, nice shirt! Do those, like, spell something, or…?” became an entirely different binge through half of senior year. And Miles maybe fudged the truth a bit with one of his art teachers when he submitted a project that was only loosely inspired. Again, not complaining!
“Oh, nice mash-up, man; I loved that song when I was a kid, but I don’t know where it’s from.” You’ll never guess what happened after that. Those games were fire, though, and at least this time, he could move at his own pace, even if Ganke was nagging him over text every few days while he was away at college to geek out.
When Freshman year ended—finally, thank the gods—and Miles returned to New York, he was met at the train station by Ganke and immediately dragged to the apartment he was sharing with—
“You moved in with my brother?!” He asked in disbelief. “Wait, I didn’t even know he left home!”
“Well, technically… Your parents don’t entirely know yet—”
“What?!”
“—And he hasn’t actually moved out. I did. We just split rent here. Both of us have jobs and projects going pretty well, and he kinda just tells them he’s hanging out at my place, which is technically still true; they just don’t know my parents aren’t here—”
“Hold up, wait—” Miles flailed a bit to interrupt Ganke’s rambling. “Gross; is this like ya’ll’s love nest or something?”
Ganke’s arms dropped to his sides, a bright blush coloring his pouting face as he glared at Miles. Miles just snickered and crossed his arms tauntingly. “I’m not hearing a no, Mr. Lee~”
“Y’know, when he tossed out the idea of letting you borrow his room while he’s at school—just, like, use it as an extra little art room or whatever—I thought ‘wow, just like when we were roommates at Visions; how funny!’. But now, I’m gonna tell him you’re banned.”
“Pfft, what?!” Miles giggled, following Ganke toward the back of the apartment.
“Yep, calling him right now…” Ganke pulled his phone out of his pocket all dramatically, pretending to scroll through it.
“Ooh, I bet you have him saved under something dorky~” Miles had lunged forward, hands squeezing playfully at Ganke’s sides as he made obviously fake efforts to peek at his phone. He had a sort of squawking-type laugh whenever he was caught off guard, and Miles loved it. Even when they first met back in high school, Miles had made a habit of sneaking up and prodding him. They liked to get into little fights, usually ending in Miles wrestling Ganke into an easy pin while sneaking scribbles up his sides.
This is important information, because today, and today alone, Ganke suddenly wrenched his arm out from under his own weight, hooking Miles by the arm and rolling both of them into a reversed position. He sat heavily on Miles’ waist, his hands quickly moving to try and worm fingers into his armpits. Miles’ legs kicked as he hugged his arms tight to his sides, and his voice was tangled in nervous squeaks and giggles.
“Someone’s awfully squeaky for starting a fight with the one who knows your weak spots.” Ganke sneered, pressing lightly along the edges of Miles’ ribs to try and slip through his defenses.
“W-When did you get good at wrestling?” He asked through clenched teeth, trying to twist to one side.
“Hm, probably around the time you started sucking at it.” Ganke taunted, raising his hands slightly and wiggling his fingers.
“I do not!” Miles argued with a laugh, his leg kicking out when a few fingers traced along his neck. There was a jarring thump, and despite Miles apparently not feeling pain all of a sudden, both of them were concerned when a few things fell off of the dresser he’d kicked.
“Goddamn, you have been here for ten minutes, and you’re destroying the place!” Ganke teased, pushing himself up off of his poor guest.
“That was not my fault, and you know it.” Miles giggled as he sat up, picking up the picture frame that had fallen beside him. He glanced at it as he stood up, curiosity taking over his face as he realized something.
“Hey, wait a second; I’ve never seen you wear this!” He noted with a laugh as he got to his feet. Ganke peeked over his shoulder, and a chuckle slipped out as he remembered the photo. He was in some costume, mostly purple and some bright green. Looked like a cut-off t-shirt under a biker jacket. There was a paw print drawn on his stomach and whiskers drawn on his cheeks, and he was grinning like a champion as he held up what looked like a gold medal. If it was the same medal dangling from a hook next to the mirror, it was definitely plastic.
“Haven’t worn it in a while either.” Ganke shrugged, taking the frame and setting it just so under where the medal hung. “I should probably bring it home and wash it, actually.” He reached up and pulled the medal off the hook, smiling fondly as he ran his thumb over the feathers embossed in the plastic. He smirked slightly as he caught Miles staring at it in that all-too-familiar way.
“You wanna know how I got it~?” He asked almost tauntingly, and he laughed as Miles slapped his arm and pouted.
He seemed to be physically struggling with himself, crossing his arms as he kicked childishly at the carpet. “…Yeah.” He admitted, smiling in defeat.
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“Okay, so, final checklist: the safe word is Blackout.” Ganke explained as he led Miles down the hall from the changing room. “It’s the real deal though; we basically shut the whole thing down. Very different from tapping out. Do not confuse the two. What’s the safe word?”
“Blackout.” Miles said firmly, wrapping the last loop of tape around his hand and cracking his knuckles softly.
“Nice.”
Miles was wearing a slightly loose t-shirt—kindly loaned by Ganke—and some old basketball shorts. Ganke had been pretty coy about what all this was supposed to be. He seemed to struggle with what to tell Miles without giving the whole thing away. He eventually settled on saying it was somewhere between wrestling and improv club. And, coincidentally, there was an “open tournament” coming up. It was one of the ways they invited new members; the “hands-on” way, so to speak.
“Let me see your nails…” Ganke murmured, taking each of Miles’ hands for a moment as they walked. “Okay, so, we have a little side room you’ll be waiting in. You’ll know the signal when you hear it. You’re still cool with the audience, right? It’s just the theater dorks from the other side of the building; twenty people, max.”
“I’m fine with a little crowd.” Miles chuckled, shifting closer to elbow him gently. “You still haven’t told me what’s going to happen though.”
Ganke laughed lightly and shrugged. “What’s to know? You either pin your opponent for ten seconds or you tap out if you can’t handle it. Nothing else at all~”
“You are awful.”
They chuckled with each other for a moment before quick footsteps suddenly approached from behind them. Two people jogged past them with hoods up, laughing casually as they waved at Ganke and kept running.
“Hey, you guys are late!” Ganke scolded playfully as they disappeared through a door.
“Oh, we’re late?” Miles almost flinched at the sound of a third, heavily accented voice, and someone purposefully shouldered past him. More like elbowed past him, really, which Miles realized when he turned to see a man at least a head taller than him sauntering by. “Shouldn’t you be in the booth then, mate?” His hair was done up in thick locs, and those were tied back behind his head. The man’s dark eyes fell on Miles like a weight, but he smirked as he lifted a hand from his pocket and lightly tapped Miles’ shoulder with the back of it. “Ey, you brought a new fish. Looks like he won’t last a minute.”
Miles scoffed silently, managing to contain his offended face as the man sneered and stepped away. “What’s his problem?” He asked Ganke, trying not to smile.
Ganke shrugged and snickered. “We wonder that every day, man.”
“He thinks he’s the final boss or something?” Miles asked just a bit louder than necessary, a grin pulling his lips as the man stopped and looked pointedly back at them.
Ganke looked between them for a moment, grinning a bit himself as he moved to block them. “Okay, I see where this is going. Save it for the ring, you nerds!” He teased, pressing his palm to Miles’ chest and shooing the other man away. “On ya bike, then!”
The tall man snorted, throwing his hands up as he turned and went through the door the others had used. Ganke smirked as he nudged Miles to a different door.
“You go in through here. There’s an exit on the other side. Like I said: you’ll know the signal when you hear it.” He instructed, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “Good luck! You know I’m rooting for you—Oh! Real quick, uh…” He pulled his hand back with an apologetic wince after grabbing Miles’ arm. “Since this is just a trial thing, we usually don’t use challengers’ real names. Privacy; just in case. You, uh, got a name in mind?”
“Geez, put me on the spot, why don’t you?” Miles wrung his hands a bit, looking away as he itched the side of his head. “I…I kinda like New Fish…” He admitted a bit hesitantly.
Ganke snorted, almost giggling. “Seriously?”
“Shut up…”
“Hey, I’m not judging~ Much.” He taunted, shoving Miles playfully before starting to pull the door closed. “What’s your safeword?”
“Blackout.” Miles spoke with an audible pout as Ganke still smirked at him.
“This is going to be great.” He snickered, motioning to Miles with one hand. “No shoes in the ring, man. See you out there.”
Miles rolled his eyes, pulling his sneakers off as he sat on a bench to wait for this supposedly obvious signal.
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There was always something about the ring. Okay, look, it’s not actually a real fighting ring or anything, but just—Here, try to imagine:
There’s the timbre of the crowd: the rhythm of applause and little echoes of folks calling out their favorite cheers. When Ganke jogged into the room and the cheers redoubled, he couldn’t stop himself from basking with a grin before continuing his rush to the “Commentators’ Booth”. Frankly, they owed the theater club a lot for being such good sports; it almost felt like it was grander than eighteen chairs situated around a large square arrangement of blue gym mats.
“Little late, aren’t we, Mr. Lee~?” The young lady in the chair beside him taunted as Ganke slid into the booth. “I almost wanted to start without you.”
“Very funny, Margo.” He chuckled, leaning under their table to fiddle with the volume knob on the boombox their microphones were plugged into. “I wouldn’t miss tonight for the world; not with this turnout either!”
The audience cheered in response. They knew their roles well for not being around in a while.
“Ooh, I do love a good crowd.” Margo readjusted the cat ears clipped into her braids. “More importantly, though, we finally have a challenger again. Feels like it’s been forever.”
“Hasn’t it been, though?” Ganke sighed dramatically, resting the back of his hand on his forehead. “Reminds me of our time in the ring; those were the days.”
“Ganke, that was only, like, four months ago.”
He leaned back in his chair, draping his whole arm across his face as he pulled his microphone closer with the other hand. “An eternity in my heart, Margie.”
Margo rolled her eyes and snuck a poke at his exposed side. “Anyway, I hear this one’s a friend of yours. Any details you can sneak us?”
Ganke snickered and bat her hand away. “Nah, you’re not getting anything out of me that easily. Just know I’m betting on him. Honestly, I can’t believe he didn’t join sooner.”
“Only thing I can’t believe is that he actually let himself be called New Fish.” Margo murmured intentionally into the microphone, earning chuckles from the crowd. She blinked as her watch buzzed against her wrist. “Ooh, the gang is getting restless. Make noise; make noise!” She hit the table with open palms, signaling the audience to clap and stomp while she stood from her chair. “Yeah, get hype! And let’s welcome our newest challenger!”
Right on cue, the “challengers’” locker room door opened, and the audience cheered as Miles walked out into the small gym. He seemed just a bit nervous, but he smiled as he walked, fidgeting with his hands while he approached the mat.
“Ooh, you didn’t tell me he was cute!” Margo giggled as she sat back down. “Looks a bit familiar though, doesn’t he~?” She’d placed her hand slightly over the microphone, sneering at Ganke as she elbowed his side.
“You shut up.” He shot back, looking away as he blushed. “Absolutely irrelevant. Although, actually, I don’t really know why he never came until now.”
“Did you tell him what we’re all about?” She glanced between him and their guest waving shyly at some audience members.
Ganke leaned back in the chair, unable to keep the mischief out of his grin. “Oh…I told him enough.”
She laughed softly, giving him a little kick under the table. “Terrible.”
He smirked, letting his chair’s legs thump on the floor as he hopped to his feet. “Alright, Fish!” He called, motioning Miles over to the so-called ring. “Let’s get you in the tank, because we’re bringing out your first opponent!”
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The second locker room door was pushed open, and the small crowd cheered excitedly. Miles watched warily as one of the robed figures they’d passed in the hallway casually walked out. Halfway to the mat, they finally lifted their hood off, revealing a young man just about Miles’ height with light brown skin, the brightest, most joyful eyes, and some amazing shiny hair that he started to tie under a gold headband after handing his robe over to Ganke.
He was dressed almost identically to Miles in terms of shirt and shorts style—which he was quick to point out as he stepped onto the mat—but he had several different spider shapes tattooed—or maybe just drawn—up and down his arms in glittery gold ink.
“If I had known we were going to dress the same, I’d have asked Claw to give you a color to match, machhalee.” He spoke with an Indian accent, and he took a few steps slowly to hint Miles to do the same. His eyes seemed to light up as Miles matched his circular movement, but he schooled his expression and casually set his hands behind his back. “Sooo, New Fish, since you’re new, Fish, we’ll be using our names too. They call me Sona here. Well, they call me a lot of things, but Sona’s the one I picked out.”
Miles chuckled softly, resting his hands in his pockets as they circled each other. “Sounds nice. Kinda like it means something when you say it like that.”
“Oh, it does.” Sona grinned playfully. “If you survive, I’ll tell you what it means.”
“Survive?” Miles brought a hand on his chest, letting his face act shocked. “Oh, it’s a death match, eh? I see you.”
Sona paused, giggling as he started to walk again. “He didn’t tell you, did he?”
Miles shrugged with a grin. “Well, I’ve known…Claw?” He glanced over at Ganke, who nodded smugly. “I’ve known him a while. ‘No Spoilers’ is one of his Nerd Laws.”
“Hey!” Ganke called as the audience chuckled. “Pretty sure I didn’t drag you out here to insult me!”
Sona snickered. “Ah, I don’t really know how I feel about them hiding stuff from challengers, buuut, I admit I like a little surprise. So, I guess I’ll give you a hint.” He stopped, and Miles grew wary as he closed a bit of distance with slow steps. “…Tickle fight!” He laughed as he lunged.
Miles flinched, nervous excitement shooting through him at the call before he really processed what had just been said. He planted his feet firmly, catching Sona’s hands in his own and holding him back. “W-Wait; what?!” He asked in disbelief.
“Ooh, subtlety be damned; let’s go!” Ganke called as the audience cheered them on.
“Shine bright, Golden Boy!” The girl beside him—Margo, he was pretty sure—laughed, picking up her microphone.
“You’ve got some reflexes on you, huh?” Sona teased, curling his fingers where they were caught between Miles’.
“Were you actually serious?” He felt like he’d been blindsided, and, well, he had been. “It’s a tickle fight?!”
“Well~ We try not to be too serious around here.” Sona giggled. “But I wasn’t kidding.” He leaned suddenly to one side, and Miles stumbled as he yanked his hands back and shoved them against Miles’ sides. Sona followed him as he fell to the mat, kneeling beside Miles and scribbling across his stomach.
“Little early in the game to be floundering, isn’t it, Fish?” Sona teased, grabbing at Miles’ wrist as he giggled loudly. The audience groaned around sparse snickers, and Sona nearly giggled too.
Miles let out a harder laugh of his own, trying to pull his hand back. “Oho, he’s got jokes, huh? I—Hey!” He squeaked and twisted as Sona’s hand moved to squeeze up and down his flank.
“You what?” Sona smirked a bit as Miles’ free hand caught his wrist, letting his fingers scratch insistently at his hipbone as he squirmed. “You’re ticklish? You still seem a little shellshocked.” Sona walked his hand up Miles’ side, clawing quickly into his ribcage.
Miles tried to glare up at his opponent, but he couldn't fight the grin on his face. Sona was goofy and gentle; he didn’t seem to weigh much—Miles tested with weak pulls on his wrist. Oh, this was definitely going to be fun. In a quick, fluid motion, he let go of Sona’s hand and grabbed ahold of his shirt, pushing off the mat with one foot as he pulled Sona down. The audience cheered excitedly when Miles managed to roll them over, and he boxed his knees firmly against Sona’s shins.
Sona’s eyes were lit up with panic, and his cheeks ran a bit red as he laughed nervously. “Hi…” He giggled, holding his hands close to his chest.
Miles smirked, resting his hands on Sona’s wrists. “Hey.” He pulled the other man up suddenly, wrapping him in a hug and squeezing tight to pin his arms against his ribs.
“Oh, my God.” Ganke snorted, holding the mic away from his face for a moment. “I know this one.”
His cohost sat up straighter, leaning to nudge him with her shoulder. “Yeah? You want to clue us in?”
He started to say something when Sona let out a loud squeak and writhed.
“Aw, seriously?” Miles chuckled just a bit overdramatically, drawing one finger slowly back down Sona’s spine. “You totally seem like the type to have Angel Wings. Hm, maybe…” He shifted both of his hands, scribbling his nails across his shoulder blades and grinning as Sona giggled brightly and seemed to try more not to move.
“Ohh, I see now~” Miles teased right in Sona’s ear, smiling brighter at the way his giggles escalated. “That’s almost a shame.”
“N-No talking!” He whined halfheartedly, just barely managing to twist his hands enough to scribble at Miles’ waist. This quickly backfired when Miles’ flinch made him squeeze Sona closer.
“But if I don’t talk…” Miles nearly bit his tongue as he stifled a squeak. “How am I going to count these ribs of yours?” He pressed circles against the highest bone on his ribcage, sneaking his hand to that spot right under his armpit.
Sona let out a loud laugh, wrenching his arms out of Miles’ hold—almost as if he wasn’t holding him at all, actually—and shoving against Miles’ shoulders. The effort wound up pushing Sona’s back against the mat, and Miles was happy to reward him with all ten fingers digging into his ribs without a hint of mercy. This time, he didn’t even bother to grab at Miles’ hands, his arms wrapping loosely around himself as he laughed loudly.
Miles chuckled and shook his head, kneading along his lowest ribs and smirking when he squealed. “Shine bright, Golden Boy~!” He taunted, grinning brightly at the incredulous noise he heard Margo make behind him.
Sona blushed and put one arm over his face, the other flailing light slaps on Miles’ shoulder.
“That’s a tap!” Ganke called excitedly, standing up as the crowd applauded. “Sona is out!”
Miles blinked, letting his fingers go still as he glanced around the room. They were cheering for him—for both of them, really. Sona smiled up at him as he giggled and caught his breath.
“Don’t clap too hard now,” Margo snarked a bit teasingly while Miles was pulling his opponent to his feet. “Literally everyone beats Sona.”
Ganke scoffed, clearly in disbelief. “Oh, yeah?! Where was that energy when he had you on the mat last week?”
They took their time with their playful argument, and Miles took the opportunity to shake Sona’s hand, which he returned excitedly.
“You were amazing.” He said in a near whisper, his eyes bright as giggles still lined his voice.
“Yeah?” Miles said coolly, leaning a bit closer to him. “Well, next time, I want a real fight.”
Sona visibly prickled, his face running a bit redder before he just…smirked. His eyes had gone from playful to almost devious. “Oh, I don’t know if you’re ready for all that, Fish.”
It gave Miles a bit of pause. He might have just been hooked. Sona grinned again, bright as the sun, and caught Miles in a hug before taking his walk of shame. He grabbed his robe off of Ganke’s chair as he passed it and slung it across his shoulders, speeding up to a jog as he went back through the locker room door he’d originally come from. Miles stood just a bit awkwardly alone on the mat, a slight smirk pulling his lips as he fidgeted with his hands.
“Someone looks proud of himself~” Miles shot a slight glare at Margo, and she sneered back tauntingly. “Hey, keep that attitude, tough guy. Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together; because we’re giving up the Ghost!”
The audience was suddenly loud and talkative; Miles could hear playful teases and jabs—particularly some coos about Ghost being adorable—under the clapping as the door opened again. Sure enough, it was the second character he remembered passing in the hallway. Pale-skinned hands came up to pull the hood back and…Miles was definitely not going to survive today unscathed.
“Ghost” was a blonde with bright blue eyes and one side of her head shaved down, and when she grinned over at Miles, he caught the piercing on her eyebrow. He gave an internal pout as he remembered his studs were with his jacket. She seemed to whisper something to Margo before letting the robe drop from her shoulders and handing it off. She was wearing a cropped t-shirt, cut just above her stomach, a loose long-sleeved jacket that stopped under her chest, and, frankly, Miles was pretty sure those were just pajama pants. Something that quickly caught his eye was the spider drawn on one side of her stomach in blue and pink. He couldn’t help but grin as she stepped onto the mat, stepping back slightly as she took a mark and rested her hands in her pants pockets.
“Eyes are up here, thanks.” She teased with a little wave; he could tell she couldn’t resist.
Miles almost laughed too, resting his hand slightly over his mouth as he tore his gaze from her little tattoo. “I’ll have you know I’m actually terrible at eye contact.”
She snickered, shaking her head as they started to circle each other, and Miles already knew he had to hear her laugh.
“Ooh, she’s hooked him.” Miles had a feeling he and Margo would get along.
“That quick? No way.” Ganke snickered.
“That’s Ghost; she’s a cutie!” Margo laughed. “It’s why everyone loves her.”
Miles pouted as he felt his face heat up, and Ghost chuckled, twirling casually as they continued to walk.
“Don’t worry, Li’l Fish,” She called playfully. “You learn to ignore the peanut gallery.”
“Excuse the hell outta you?” Ganke said firmly, causing Ghost to freeze, and Margo and the audience “Ooh~”-ed teasingly.
Ghost cringed and blushed, covering her face with both hands as she giggled.
Miles had kept walking, and he let his shoulder nudge against hers as he spoke. “So…how’s that ignoring thing workin’ out for you?”
She gave him a playful shove as the audience snickered, putting the distance between them again and smirking. “You hush.”
Miles smirked back, resting his hands on his hips. “So, why Ghost? You don’t seem so scary.”
“You think that now, sure.” She fished under her sleeve and pulled a hair tie off of her wrist, pulling her hair up into a ponytail before putting one hand back in her pocket. “But I’m told I can be haunting.” She wiggled her fingers teasingly, showing off brightly painted nails, and Miles chuckled.
“Okay, okay; you’re cute. Is that what you want to hear?”
She nearly froze up again, hints of red filling her cheeks as she smiled shyly. “Am not.”
“You so are, though. And besides, between the two of us, I’m not the one with their weak spot all exposed.”
She eyed him warily, giggles lining her voice. “You’re asking for it, huh?”
“Why don’t you come over and give it to me, then?” Miles was glad his back was to the crowd by now, but he found himself smirking as they shouted playfully. Margo and Ganke watched him with shocked smiles, and she pawed at his shoulder.
“Where were you hiding this guy?! Definitely my new favorite.” She laughed.
Ghost, similarly, had laughed in disbelief, and Miles almost sneered as he shrugged.
“Hey, if she giggles herself half to death before I even get my hands on her, do I still win?” He snickered as Ghost looked absolutely offended.
“I’m gonna say yes!” Ganke said quickly, grinning as Ghost glared at him.
“You guys can’t just change the rules!”
Ganke looked to Margo. “I think we can.”
Margo nodded with a shrug. “I think we should.”
He smirked back at Ghost. “Just for you. Since we love you so much.”
As they spoke, Miles had inched forward, lifting one hand to aim a poke at her very exposed stomach.
And she sidestepped him easily, her hand clutching tightly on his wrist. She grinned toothily as he looked up at her, and she yanked him off balance as she swept his legs with one foot. Well, this felt familiar. He managed to keep his chin from hitting the mat, and he felt Ghost’s hand press on his back as she leaned over him. He glanced up at her, but as he made eye contact, she smirked and pushed herself away.
He felt her weight settle on his thighs, and before he could try to twist, he burst into loud laughter as her nails snuck under his shirt to scribble against his lower back. He pulled his hands in close to his chest to keep himself from flailing before reaching to grab at one of her wrists. She seemed perfectly fine to let him, and her other hand was quick to zip up his spine and pinch gingerly at the back of his neck. Miles would definitely deny the shriek he let out, but he laughed and tried to push himself over. Ghost chuckled, twisting her wrist to get ahold of his while she stood up again. She pulled him quickly onto his back, straddling his waist this time as she slipped her wrist suddenly out of his hand by pulling it back through her sleeve. She snatched his wrist with her free hand when he tried for her stomach again, and she grinned nervously as he sneered up at her.
“I’m so gonna get you~” He taunted, laughing lightly as her face went red again.
There was a hint of a stalemate, with Miles trying to read her eyes while she watched his face. All of a sudden, her sleeve was yanked out of his grip, and her hand was shooting to scribble her nails against his neck. Instantly, he cracked, laughing loudly and flailing to grab ahold of her wrists. Even when she let go of his wrist to get both hands against his neck, he couldn’t help but focus on trying to block her, and, dammit, she was much stronger than she looked.
He could hear the audience going wild as he tried to struggle, and Ghost giggled softly as she leaned closer to him. “What happened to all that big talk, Li’l Fish~?” She whispered into his ear. “Not so tough now, are we?” She took a breath before blowing gently into his ear, and Miles kicked against the mat as he practically shrieked again. The audience got a bit louder as Ghost looked expectantly at the judges.
“Aw, he kicks; that’s so cute!” Margo laughed, only for a bit of panic to shoot through her expression when Ghost turned to them. “Wait, does kicking count?! We didn’t talk about that.”
Ganke had bit his lip, glancing between the two women and the audience, and he realized he wasn’t containing his smirk very well. “I’m gonna say kicking doesn’t count today!”
“Wha—Since when?!” Ghost’s voice was pretty close to real outrage as her hands suddenly stopped, and a select few audience members backed her up with jeers.
“Since I said so!” He said more firmly, chuckling. “Consider it a perk of being in the peanut gallery.”
The audience laughed, and Ghost rolled her eyes before looking back down at Miles. As she did, he’d moved his hands, managing to land them on her waist and pressing his thumbs into her hips. She squeaked and shoved herself back, stumbling slightly as she scrambled out of his reach.
“Now she wants to run, huh?” Miles snorted, his hand catching around her ankle only for her to slip his hold before he had a full grip. She was quick to return the gesture, yanking his ankles before he could try to get up and kneeling on one of them. He struggled to push himself up onto his hands, only to nearly fall again when she dug all ten fingers into his socked sole. Keeping his hands still now was definitely nearing impossible, but he tried to also keep in mind to not kick her off of him. But, wow, she was merciless.
“So, toes are bad, huh?” She teased over his laughter, scratching under his toes as they curled tightly. “Not your weak spot, but you might get along with—Eek!”
Miles couldn’t tell if she actually didn’t expect it or she just got cocky, but she didn’t duck away this time. He’d pushed himself forward, snatching the back of her hoodie and pulling her into his arms before falling backwards. The audience was loud again as she tried to flail out of his grip, her voice already tangling itself in giggly protests as he fought to wrestle both of her arms against her sides without losing his grip on her.
“Quit that!” He giggled along with her when she kept trying to shove his face. “And what are you laughing about? I haven’t done anything yet!”
“Shut up!” She squeaked, laughing softly as she tried to catch her breath.
“You tired now, li’l fish? Flopping all over the damn place like that.” Miles taunted into her ear, smirking as she cringed and giggled. He spoke a bit louder as he heaved them both upright while keeping her square in his lap. “I’ve figured you out, by the way, they call you Ghost ‘cause you’re slippery, right? You ‘phase through’ grabs like that a lot?”
Ghost turned her head, not that she could really look at him from this angle, but he saw her grin as she shrugged casually. “Well, y’know, it’s what stuck.”
Miles scoffed, squeezing her a bit tighter. “Stuck like you, huh? I’d love to see you slip this one.” Without any more hesitation, he let one of his hands drop to her stomach and skitter across her bare skin, and he was definitely not disappointed. She squealed and immediately started to struggle again, giggles jumping to loud laughter within a fraction of a second.
“No, no; I wasn’t ready!” She whined through her squeals.
“Oh, she’s not ready…” Miles huffed with a roll of his eyes, letting his fingers go still as he dragged his hand slowly.
“You bastard…” She spat in a giggly half-whisper.
“Ghost, be nice!” Margo called down to them.
Miles teasingly blew into her ear again, dragging his nails softly before sneaking a few squeezes on her side. “Tell me when you’re ready for tummy tickles, okay?”
She blushed, shaking her head as she whined and squeaked at each little pinch. “You’re terrible! N-No…”
“Mm-hm?” He curled his fingers and tapped them against her stomach before tracing one slowly around her bellybutton. “If I press this button, will you be ready then?”
She’d had a full-body flinch at the tracing alone, kicking against the floor as she giggled loudly. “Don’t you dare!”
“Aw, c’mon~ You have to work with me here.” Miles poked her a few more times. “You ready now~?”
“Stop teasing!” Her head tipped back on his shoulder, and she yelped when he blew across the side of her neck.
He laughed, smirking softly. “You said you weren’t ready! I do have to tell you, though…” He let his fingers walk to about where he remembered that little drawing on her skin. “You’ve had this spider on you this entire time and it hasn’t moved at—” He suddenly started scribbling his fingers, absolutely relishing in the surprised shriek it got out of her. She kicked hard, knocking them both over, but he didn’t dare let her go. She barely got a chance to protest between her squealy laughs, and Miles could hear her feet flailing against the mat under the cheers of the crowd.
“Think she’s happy we let them keep the kicks now?” Ganke asked playfully, leaning on one hand.
“Yeah, she looks like she’s having fun.” Margo snickered. Both of them flinched a little when Ghost squealed again.
“Hey, do you think he can get one?” Ganke asked with a smirk.
Margo let out a cackle. “If he gets her that bad in his initiation, she will hate him.”
Miles, meanwhile, was starting to have a little bit of pity on the poor Ghost. She seemed to have tired herself out again, having stopped kicking in favor of trying futilely to curl up. She was tough; he could admit that in a heartbeat, but, frankly, his arm was getting tired.
“I’m still wondering what this does, you know.” He mused, and the only bit of mercy he offered her was slowing his fingers down just a little as he finally focused his tickling on her bellybutton.
She absolutely lost it, breaking into loud cackles as she struggled to move her arms. “N-Not there! Please, I-I can’t—!” She squealed, snorts breaking through her laughter as her cheeks ran red. The crowd went wild with cheers and teases, and Miles was pretty sure his heart was melting.
“Tap! I tap! Let go…” She cried out through squeaks, and Miles lifted his hand away and let her go. She curled up beside him, pulling her hood up to hide her face as a few more snorts slipped into her giggles.
“Ghost is out! Make some noise!” Ganke shouted, grinning as they already clapped excitedly. Miles smirked back at him, softly rubbing one hand on Ghost’s back while she caught her breath.
“You good?” He asked quietly, trying not to tease too much. “Need a hand?”
“You’re a natural.” She whispered back, smiling a bit tiredly as she looked up at him. “But you’re not ready for Spider-Punk.”
“Wha—?” He was about to ask, but she started to get up, and he stood quickly to help her.
“And anyway,” She spoke up this time, for the others to hear. “You wouldn’t have won if you weren’t pals with the judges.”
“No, honey,” Margo called back. “You might not have lost if you didn’t run your mouth off.”
Ghost pouted, crossing her arms as she levelled a glare. “Fuck you both.” She huffed, rolling her eyes and smirking.
“Ooh, Swear Jar. Five seconds.” Ganke said quickly. Without being told, Miles grabbed at her sides. He made sure to be gentle this time, barely scribbling with his nails, but she still burst into giggly squeals as she tried to push away from him. It was definitely more like three seconds, but Miles didn’t mind giving her some grace, except for the poke he landed on her bellybutton before pulling his hands back. She didn’t snort this time, but she did punch him in the arm while she grinned at him, and he could settle for that.
“Make nice, you two, let’s get moving.” Margo insisted. Miles offered his hand to Ghost, smirking broadly when she actually hesitated to take it. He might have itched the palm of her hand with one finger when he went to shake it, and she snickered and shook her head.
“You might want to think about whether you want to stick around, because I’m getting you back.” She said softly, grinning.
“Yeah, alright, Tickle Button.” He taunted playfully, laughing as she punched his shoulder again. She squeezed his hand as she turned to do the walk, snatching her robe off of Margo’s chair and flicking the side of Ganke’s glasses.
“I’ll see you in the ring next week, asshole.” She growled with a sneer, and Ganke smirked back at her.
“That’s ten seconds, Ghost.” He chuckled, covering the microphone. “I’ll see you too.”
Her face nearly faltered, but she ruffled his hair, and the audience cheered as she walked back to the locker room.
Margo stretched her arms over her head—Ganke smirked knowingly toward Miles and the audience, but he didn’t do anything—and she shook her hands out with a sigh. “My, oh my, Mr. Lee. Our first challenger in months, and he’s tearing through us. Maybe we should have gotten back in the ring instead of letting these cute little bugs handle it.”
There were claps and murmurs from the crowd, and Miles couldn’t help but be curious about that story.
“At this rate, I think you might be right, Kitty.” Ganke sighed dramatically. “But, then again, if we destroyed him first try, we wouldn’t have anything for this great crowd!” The audience cheered, and Miles couldn’t help but clap along. “And you all really have been wonderful tonight; thank you all so much for coming out—”
“You do know we’re not done, right?” Margo asked playfully.
Ganke pulled a face and pretended to wince. “Are you sure we can’t be done now?” He groaned, resting an arm over his eyes. “You know how he gets.”
Margo smirked, thumping a rhythm on the table that the audience was quick to copy with their hands. “Ladies and Gentlemen—and, of course, our dear New Fish—I want you to give me your best!” The volume grew louder, and Miles felt tingly with the energy swelling. “It’s down to the wire; the last roundup; this one’s for all the marbles! Let’s hear it for Spider-Punk!”
The audience roared—as much as, like, twenty people could compare to a roar—and a good number of them stomped as they clapped. The locker room door opened, and, predictably, Miles saw the tall British man that had inspired his dumb stage name. He bounced a bit on his toes, smiling excitedly as he watched his approach.
Spider-Punk walked confidently, with his robe already thrown over his shoulder instead of being worn. He was also wearing a cropped shirt, funny enough, but it was underneath a battle vest covered in cool patches. He wore a pair of pajama pants too—much more obvious than Ghost’s just by the pattern—and they were cut off just below his knees. He was wearing black lipstick, which he definitely hadn’t been the first time Miles had passed him. He motioned to the crowd with one hand as he purposefully draped the robe over Margo’s head, encouraging them to get louder before he stepped onto the mat.
“Well, well, well…” He practically purred, and Miles felt like a shock ran through him. “Big fish in a small pond, aren’t ya?”
Miles’ eyes lit up, and his hands flapped a bit as his brain failed to process a response.
“You’re doing the thing.” His opponent half-whispered to him, gesturing to his hands, and Miles flinched just a bit nervously. Spider-Punk grinned, chuckling. “Not sayin’ you should stop, love. Ghost’ll get you wound up like that, she’s pretty fun.”
Miles let himself giggle at that and nodded. “I mean, yeah, she’s pretty cool for a ghost.” He said coolly. “Shrieks like one, too.”
Spider-Punk snorted, shaking his head as he smirked. “Fair play, fair play.”
Miles crossed his arms as they started to circle each other. “So, turns out you actually were the final boss, huh? What was that about me not lasting a minute?”
“Oh, you remember that, eh?” He laughed just a bit mockingly, his eyes scanning over Miles before his grin somehow grew even more smug. “I still stand by it.” He asserted with a shrug, resting his hands on his hips.
Miles scoffed, mimicking his little pose and rolling his eyes. “You really want to say that when you know I just wrecked two of your friends?”
Spider-Punk suddenly broke from his path, walking straight toward Miles and spooking him into a half stumble. “Do you really want to ask that when you don't know why they saved me for last?” He reached out quickly to grab Miles by his shirt to stop him from falling, pulling him sharply into a tight hug. Miles flailed slightly, bringing his hands to rest on his opponent’s arms where they squeezed softly around his neck. His own arms were completely free, but his brain also might have been overheating. He could hear the sneer in Spider-Punk’s voice when it tickled his ear. “Your freckles pop up when you blush~”
Miles fell into squeaky giggles, pulling at Spider-Punk’s arms as best he could, and his opponent only hummed casually at the effort, rolling his eyes as he rested his chin on Miles’ head and scribbled gently at his shoulders. Miles quickly switched tactics, digging his fingers into the punk’s armpits. The taller man flinched pretty hard, half a snort slipping out as he let himself laugh. Or, actually, he kind of giggled. It was rough and bass-sounding, almost scratchy, like he was just barely resisting. The crowd behind him murmured softly.
“Oh, not this again.” Miles chuckled teasingly, keeping his voice mostly low this time. “You just want to get tickles, tough guy?” He squirmed just a bit when long fingers trailed down the center of his back.
“Wouldn’t you like to kn—” Spider-Punk’s voice hitched on a louder laugh when Miles dropped his hands to scribble on bare skin and squeeze his sides, and he flinched backwards when Miles pressed his thumbs against his hipbones. Miles grinned a bit smugly as the punk stepped back, and he crossed his arms as he stepped forward.
“I wouldn’t have thought someone so cool would be so cute when he gets a few little scratches.” He taunted before faking a pout. “I expected more fight out of you though, punk.”
Spider-Punk chuckled lightly, making a bit of a show in slightly covering his sides. “You sure know how to make a girl feel special, don’t you?” He teased right back, setting his chin on one hand and batting his eyes. His nail polish matched his lipstick perfectly. “You should watch yourself though~ Could be in bigger trouble than you think.”
Miles laughed, cracking his knuckles. “Well, the bigger they are…”
“That doesn’t even work for—” Spider-Punk didn’t put up much resistance when Miles hooked his arm and more or less dragged him to the floor, and he laughed brightly Miles tickled across his stomach.
“Ooh, he’s got him on the ropes, huh~?” Margo asked playfully, nudging Ganke with her elbow.
Ganke shot her a sideways glance, pout set on his lips. “Shut up.” He huffed with a chuckle, and she laughed.
Miles’ focus was stuck on Spider-Punk, his grin turning more playful as he let his fingers skitter lightly on his opponent’s back and relished the giggles it brought out of him. He had pulled Spider-Punk’s arm across his shoulders, clutching his wrist in his left hand while he tickled along his back and opposite side.
“Y’know, ‘Spider-Punk’…” Miles mused softly. “If Claw had told me that I’d just be thrown into a fake tournament to tease a bunch of adorable lees to death, I probably wouldn’t have even believed him. I’d say I’m disappointed, but it’s been pretty fun.”
The punk huffed out a laugh, sounding much more derisive than ticklish all of a sudden. “Is that what you think?”
Without any warning, Spider-Punk shifted the hand in Miles’ grip, his fingers managing to scratch along his ribcage and chip some startled giggles out of him. His other hand shot to dig into Miles’ side, completely exposed with how his arm was wrapped around the punk’s back. Miles yelped, immediately letting go of the wrist he held to flee; his opponent snickered, keeping his arm hooked across Miles’ shoulders and holding him close as he pulled some squeaky laughs from his side.
“And there it is.” Ganke fake-pouted as the audience started to get riled up. “Every time with this one.”
Margo was absolutely ecstatic, giggling brightly as she leaned on his shoulder. “If it ain’t broke, y’know? Maybe you should have warned him~”
Miles laughed and tried to flail, but the tickles he landed on the punk’s ribs were hardly distracting him. Instead, Spider-Punk leaned back, pulling his arm from around Miles’ shoulder while his other hand shoved him down to the mat. He was strong. Like, way stronger than Miles expected. When Miles tried to grab at his arm and pull, he couldn’t move an inch, and he wasn’t even sure if Spider-Punk was using his full weight. The giddy sort of panic must have shown in his eyes, because the taller man sneered as he loomed over him.
“Caught in a web, poor thing.” He taunted as he locked his knees around Miles’ legs, ruffling his hair with his free hand before leaning close. “You got a lot to learn, New Fish. For example…” He took a deep breath, and Miles didn’t even get time to panic before he was squealing with laughter as a loud raspberry was blown into the crook of his neck. His legs tried to kick, but his opponent gave him zero leeway. It didn’t help at all when he tried to push him away, only to get scribbling fingers in both of his armpits as another raspberry hit him.
Miles might have broken a little under all that; sue him.
“Oh, yeah, he’s dead.” Margo snickered as their challenger shrieked and writhed under Spider-Punk’s hold.
“Yeah…” Ganke admitted, but he glanced at Margo with a smirk. “You would know though, wouldn’t you? You have a thing or two in common with him.” He snuck a poke just under her arm, and she nearly whacked him with her microphone with how hard she flinched.
Miles, meanwhile, was trying his best to be tough, his hands gripping Spider-Punk’s sleeves to keep from flailing. Those long fingers drilled right into the center of his hollows, and his head fell back against the mat as he cackled. Spider-Punk chuckled over him, finally pulling away from his neck to whisper in his ear again.
“So, who’s the adorable little lee here again, bruv~? You talk so big, but I break brats like you.”
Miles tried to shove the punk’s face, earning some faster scribbles whenever his arms moved an inch. Spider-Punk sneered and pulled one of his hands back, catching Miles’ wrist and blowing another raspberry against his palm. His reaction was much squeakier than attacks on his weak spots, but Miles more or less collapsed in a slight daze. The punk slowly lifted his hands, chuckling a bit deviously as the poor fish tried to catch his breath.
“I’ll give it to ya, mate; you’re a tough one.” Spider-Punk taunted, slipping his hand into his pocket. “Or you’re a hypocrite. Hopin’ it’s the former, since a funny thing happens to hypocrites around here~” He drew his hand back up, and it was covered by a strange-looking glove.
“Oh, Murder Claw!” Margo shouted, and the audience went wild.
“You actual cheating bastard!” Ganke scolded with a grin. “I told you not to bring that!”
“Murder Claw! Murder Claw!” Half of the audience chanted with Margo leading on her mic.
“Margo, don’t encourage this!”
She elbowed him teasingly before playfully punching his side. “Aw, c’mon, Tiger, where’s that Panther blood?!”
“We're supposed to be behaving!” Ganke couldn't help but laugh as the energy swelled.
Miles watched nervously as Spider-Punk wound a little dial on the wrist of the glove. Something about the sound of the mechanism clicking felt…familiar. Coiling springs? It all happened within a few seconds; Miles tried to grab Spider-Punk’s sleeve, only for him to snatch his wrist and pin it firmly over his head. The pure mischief on his face was going to kill Miles before his hands did.
“Go on and give ‘em a show, lovely.” He whispered, showing off the glove on his hand before pressing one of the fingers to the side of Miles’ neck. He felt a sort of click, instantly followed by rapid vibrations that had him nearly screeching. It was barely more than two seconds, but it was almost worse than the raspberries. When the four other fingers pressed into his armpit all at the same time, Miles knew it was over. Quick as it was, that buzzing sensation had him hysterical, and his free hand flailed against the mat as he tried to writhe.
“The Fish is cooked! It’s all over!” Margo shouted over the roar of the crowd.
Spider-Punk gave him another smirk and a cheeky-bastard wink before pushing himself onto his feet, except Miles caught him gently by his wrist.
“That…was definitely more than a minute.” Miles said softly through quiet breaths.
Spider-Punk seemed to light up, barely stifling an incredulous laugh. “You don’t quit! I like it.” He said softly, taking Miles’ hand in a quick handshake before letting it fall. He grinned smugly as Margo ran to his side and hugged him with one arm.
“Your reigning champion, folks!” She called out to the audience. “Give it up for Spider-Punk!” The tall man raised his hands dramatically as the crowd clapped excitedly, seeming to relish in the attention as they started to get up and talk to him and each other.
Miles was content to stay on the mat for a moment with his tired giggles, and Ganke approached to offer him a hand. He might have gotten a little dizzy when he was heaved to stand up, but he played it off with a smirk. Ganke ruffled his hair and snuck a tickle behind his ear, and Miles shouldered him playfully as he went to do his walk of shame. But Ganke grabbed him by his shirt, pointing him toward the locker room door that his opponents had been entering from. Miles glanced at him for confirmation, getting a quick nod and a shooing motion before Ganke went to stand beside Spider-Punk.
“What a freakin’ upset, huh?” Margo said teasingly, leaning to look at Ganke.
“Yeah, I’m upset!” He insisted exaggeratedly, shaking his head as Spider-Punk hugged him to his side. “Should have known you’d let him cheat again.”
Margo laughed right back. “Well, since you want to be boring all of a sudden, and the crew’s on leave, someone has to keep up the Panther vibe, yeah?!”
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Miles let them and the crowd’s chatter fade behind him as he entered the locker room. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. It wasn’t even any different from the first one. Except, well, this one had a ghost leaning in from the door leading to the hallway. She quickly motioned him to follow her, holding the door open before jogging away.
They wound up at a meeting room upstairs, where Sona opened the door after they knocked.
“Told you so.” Ghost said playfully as they entered the room, and Miles rolled his eyes as Sona laughed. There were six pizza boxes on the tables in the back and a cooler stashed underneath next to what he assumed were their bags and things.
“He cheated, didn’t he?” Sona asked once the door was closed, playfully nudging Miles with his elbow.
“Is it really cheating when we know he’s going to do it though?” Ghost rummaged in the cooler for a juice pouch before also snatching a half-finished water bottle from the edge of the table.
“I feel kind of cheated.” Miles said with a shrug, crossing his arms.
The pair of them looked at him with wary expectation, seemingly worried about him.
“I mean, I had a whole fight with you—” He looked pointedly as Ghost. “—And I didn’t even know raspberries were legal. Seems unfair to me.”
He let a taunting grin spread across his lips as Ghost glared at him with a rising blush. Sona had burst out laughing, patting him on his shoulder.
“I really hope you stick around, Fish; you’re hilarious.” He giggled.
“Yeah, you’ll be laughing, all right.” Ghost pouted for a moment, but she started to laugh along with Sona.
“Oh, that reminds me!” Sona stood in front of him, resting his hands on his hips as if he was a superhero or something. “My name is Pavitr. Forgive me if it’s forward, but you’re Miles, right? It’s so cool to finally meet you!”
Miles was a little surprised, but he quickly realized what had happened. “I take it Ganke talks about me a lot?” He asked with a chuckle.
“Oh, definitely.” Ghost nodded, smiling as she leaned slightly on the circular table in the middle of the room. “And somehow, he neglected to mention that you’re a five-alarm tease.”
“Well, time and place, y’know.” He shrugged, chuckling. “Although, I guess I haven’t teased him in a while~”
“You are something else.” Ghost said, playfully flinging the now empty water bottle at Miles’ head before offering a handshake. “I’m Gwen, by the way.”
Miles accepted it without any mischief this time, and she smiled much more genuinely this time. Pavitr approached him from the side, pressing a cold bottle of water against his arm and giggling as he snatched it from him.
“You can grab a plate, by the way.” He offered, opening his own water bottle to take a drink. “We kind of got them for you. Oh, except those two big ones on the end.”
“Oh, yeah?” Miles chuckled, as if he hadn’t been eying the table since he’d walked in. Of course, he had to have been raised to never take the first plate.
Gwen nodded, pushing herself up to sit on the table. “We haven’t had a tournament in a long time, and it’s been even longer since we had a new challenger. We’re celebrating a little, and since somebody didn’t win, it’s more a little party for all of us.”
“You really do snark a lot for someone in a crop top.” Miles grinned and shook his head.
“Maybe, but at least I’m not the one with spider bites on my neck.” She taunted, and Miles could feel his face heating up as he realized what she meant. She laughed teasingly as he covered the side of his neck with one hand.
The door opened suddenly, and a very loud Spider-Punk burst in with Ganke, Margo, and a couple of faces from the audience in tow. “Oi, oi, what’s up, losers?!”
Gwen sighed loudly. “There goes the neighborhood.” She rolled her eyes and smirked as he approached her first.
“Love you too, Gwendy~” He said playfully, ruffling her hair as he leaned to kiss her forehead. His smile widened as he spotted Miles, and he strode up to him like he could definitely tell Miles’ head was spinning. “You stuck around, huh?” He offered his hand and that stupid wink. “Hobie Brown, at ya service, love.”
Accepting the handshake was apparently the wrong decision, because it ended in Miles being yanked into a tight hug as Hobie laughed a bit mockingly. He wasn’t even doing anything, but Miles couldn’t help laughing with him and trying to squirm away, only for Pavitr and Gwen to pile on the two of them.
Ganke had placed Miles’ shoes and things under the table with the others’ stuff, and Margo had done the same with their boombox and microphones. She grabbed the two set-aside pizza boxes, handing them over to the theater club members along with heaps of gratitude for their presence. They happily accepted both before waving to all of them as they left. As soon as they did, the pair of former hosts turned to the interesting little hug-fight their four friends had gotten into.
“Guys!” Margo called, managing to get their attention. “You were all fantastic out there! Miles, they loved you! Hell, we loved you!” She stepped forward, and Hobie let Miles go so she could grab onto his hands excitedly as she spoke. “I wasn’t even kidding, Ganke, where on Earth were you hiding this one?!”
Ganke shrugged, crossing his arms. “What can I say? I like to have an ace or two up my sleeve.” He said with a smirk. “It has been a while since I’ve seen you go all out like that though, hasn’t it?”
Miles grinned a bit proudly. “You know I like to make a good first impression.”
“I have literally never heard that about you, but go off, I guess.”
Miles pouted a bit as the others laughed.
Within minutes, they were all around the circular table, plates piled with pizza slices and cracking soda cans. Miles leaned on his hand to look Ganke in the eye.
“So, how long has this been going on anyway?” He asked, just a bit incredulously. “You never mentioned it while I was gone.”
Ganke nearly glared at him halfway through a bite of pizza. “I told you I made some new friends after you left! And I definitely remember telling you I joined a club.”
“Yeah, and I thought you meant a robotics club or something, not, like, tickle tournaments! You didn’t think I’d be interested in that part?”
Ganke chuckled. “It’s not that I didn’t think you'd be interested.” He set down the slice and leveled a sneer at him. “I just know you get weak around too many cute people.”
Miles nearly choked on the sip of water he’d taken, and he could feel eyes on him as the table got quiet. They were all smiling, some more smugly than others, and Miles buried his face in his hands.
“Asshole…” He groaned, only to flinch a little when Gwen poked his cheek. He glanced at her, and she giggled, and Hobie smirked, and Pavitr grinned.
“Especially cute lees~” Ganke whispered, blowing across the side of his neck, and he barely stopped himself from jumping out of the chair. The others stifled laughter as Miles felt like he was going to melt from the heat rushing to his face, which he promptly dropped into his arms on the table.
“You’re all rosy, mate.” Yeah, like Hobie really needed to tell him that.
He recognized Ganke’s hand patting him on the back. “Sooo~?”
“’M free on Friday…?” He offered.
“We’ve got an Initiation Day!” Ganke shook him by the shoulder as the whole table cheered, and Miles felt himself smiling as hands ruffled his hair and pat his back.
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Panda's Extra Notes: Some minor things for consideration.
*I might go back and retcon it, but I'm considering using one of Hobie's beta designs for this AU. Specifically the one with his long braids.
*Miles falls under the Ace umbrella here, hence the joke Ganke makes toward the end. He is very vulnerable to "tickle-crushes", though. And actual crushes, obviously, but we'll get to that later. >w<
#tickling#a panda writes a thing#hobie brown#atsv tickle#miles morales#across the spiderverse#gwen stacy#pavitr prabhakar#ganke lee#margo kess#atsv tickling#spiderverse tickle
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Sunset Savannah’s Tamashina-Mina – Episode 2 (Part 2)
Following is part 2 of my translation of Episode 2 of the Tamashina-Mina event. This part contains episodes 2-3 to 2-6. This concludes Episode 2.
Spoilers after the cut!
Episode 2-4
Kalim: Woah. So these are the outfits we get to wear for the tournament. They’re so cool!! And they’re super easy to move around in.
Lilia: I agree. Ah, now I’m wishing we could go play Catch the Tail right now.
Vil: This is a wild look imbued with nobility and brilliance, and one that will serve me well as my ally in battle. What I’m seeking here with this piece is the sense of the wild in its rawest form, where you’re able to enjoy nature itself without any gaudy adornments getting in the way. I can already tell this outfit is going to be an indispensable partner for me during the tournament. ...All that to say I've never tried out clothing like this before, but it's not bad at all.
Kalim: Honestly, I didn’t really understand half of what you were saying just now… But I really like the vibes we got going on. Just wearing these clothes makes it feel like there’s a bunch of power welling up inside of me!
Lilia: And this mantle here will protect me from direct sunlight. What a lifesaver!
Kalim: Yeah, covering yourself up actually helps keep you a lot cooler than when you go around bare skin.
Lilia: At any rate, you pull off that outfit wonderfully, Vil. Same as you always do.
Kalim: For sure! You look just like a model!
Vil: It’s not that I look like a model.
Kalim: Huh? Oh, yeah! That’s right! I was just trying to say that you look really good.
Vil: Of course I do. And you also look very stylish yourself, Kalim. You’re always wearing a bandana, so that one looks very natural on you.
Kalim: I’m happy to hear it! I tried tying it a bunch of different ways.
Lilia: The way I’m wearing mine is super cute too, don’t you think? Come take a look-see.
Vil: Yes, it’s distinctively Lilia-esque.
Lilia: No matter what I wear, I end up looking good. Oh, to be a devilishly handsome young man such as I! And this bandana looks like it will help ward off heat exhaustion. It’d be an insult to Jack if we end up falling victim to the same fate as he did.
Leona: Sorry to keep ya waitin’.
Kalim: Oh, you finished getting changed, too. You look totally awesome!
Lilia: Your outfit is even more magnificent than ours.
Leona: Yeah. That’s 'cause instead of being a tournament contender like you guys, I gotta serve as the leader of the Sunset Warriors.
Vil: You look great, as expected. I knew out of all of us, this outfit would look the best on you.
Kifaji: Indeed. Fine feathers make a fine bird, as they say.
Leona: Thanks for all the compliments. These outfits…. the “Beastly Attire”, they use the lion that was called the King of the Beasts as a motif. In other words, it’s clothing that was made to be worn by members of the royal family. Of course I look good in ‘em.
Vil: What he’s saying is true, but it’s still pissing me off.
Kifaji: Does Lord Leona act in such a manner even at your school? Oh my. What a truly decorous prince you’ve grown up to be.
Kalim: The pattern that’s on the mantle is great. I love stuff like this.
Leona: Fabric’s been a big deal in Sunset Savannah for a long time now. We’ve developed techniques for embroidery and color dyes, and for weavin’ patterns into the fabric.
Lilia: The design is great and the outfit itself will protect us from the harsh sun. Just one good thing after another.
Vil: And what are these masks?
Leona: They’re used for Catch the Tail. I’ll give ya’ll the down-low once we start practicing.
???: Sorry to keep ya waiting! I got changed, too!
Grim: What do you guys think? Looking cool, right? These are the duds they gave me and Yuu.
Yuu: We’re matching!
Lilia: You two are both wearing ribbons, I see.
Kifaji: Though they won’t be competing in the tournament, they are still Lord Leona’s school companions. I had these ribbons prepared for them so as to not be discourteous.
Yuu: How do we look?
Leona: Well, ya don’t look weird or anything.
Vil: Leona’s right, you don’t look out of place at all. You two look very charming standing next to each other like that.
Kalim: I’m so happy we all get to wear the Beastly Attire together! I wanna show Jamil, too.
Leona: You can show him all ya want after the competition is over. If you’d like, I’ll even let ya take those outfits back to school with ya. I’m sure Jamil would be just delighted.
Kalim: That sounds great! I’ll go ahead and do that, then. Thank you!
Vil: This isn’t going to be pretty.
Lilia: Oh, dear. I can already imagine him prancing around all happily as he shows off his new clothes to poor Jamil.
Kifaji: You all look splendid in those outfits. It was worth going through all that trouble getting them prepared at such short notice.
Lilia: If you hadn’t shrunk Jack’s outfit with magic, it would have been much too baggy for Kalim. That would have been so cute to see, him in those oversized clothes. Well, not any cuter than lil ol’ me, of course….
Vil: Yes, yes. We understand that you’re very cute. More importantly, we all need to thank Kifaji for preparing these outfits for us.
Kifaji: You needn’t thank me. What I did is just another part of my job.
Leona: Was callin’ me up the other day and remindin’ me about the festival another part of your duties as chamberlain?
Kifaji: Naturally? When you failed to appear at last year’s festivities, Lord Leona, it turned into quite the problem for Lord Falena. It is my duty to relieve our Lord of any distress that might befall him, so please do try not to cause him any bother.
Leona: That’s why I showed up, isn’t it? Ya might wanna try sayin’ “thank you” for once.
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Kifaji: Regardless, for Lord Leona to bring along his school companions with him like this… I was a little surprised. I hadn’t the slightest idea that he's been so busy fostering friendships with the other students at Night Raven College.
Vil: Fostering friendships, huh… I wonder, are we even really all that close with Leona?
Kalim: Of course we are! Leona is our friend!
Lilia: Kufufu. You heard him, Vil.
Vil: Ah, is that right? Then we’ll leave it at that.
Kalim: Okay! Now that we’re all finished changing, let’s start practicing Catch the Tail now.
Leona: Kalim…. You really wanna practice duking it out in the hotel or something? We got a place to practice at already, just gotta wait a little while until we can go use the arena.
Kifaji: Might I suggest we do a little sightseeing in Sunrise City in the meantime?
Grim: Yeah, that’s a great idea! I bet we’ll be able to get our hands on some tasty food.
Kalim: Huh? But wouldn’t it be bad if we all go out and have fun while Jack’s not feeling well?
Kifaji: Master Kalim, Hakuna Matata.
Kalim: Haku… What’s that?
Leona: Hakuna Matata. It’s this real convenient phrase that’s been passed down in this country over the generations. It means ya shouldn’t take things so seriously. Hakuna Matata! Hah! Got a nice ring to it, huh?
Kifaji: There you go twisting things again. This is an important matter, you know. Anyways, even if you all were to stay here, fretting and mulling about, it's not as though Master Jack’s condition would suddenly improve as a result. And if you let this trip go to waste, I’m certain he would blame himself for it. I find it more prudent that you all enjoy yourselves to your heart’s content, so that you can come back and tell Master Jack all about the different things you saw and did.
Vil: You’re right. We should leave Jack in the doctor’s hands.
Grim: Exactly! And I’m starvin’ here!!
Lilia: Then it’s settled.
Kifaji: Please allow me to act as your official Sunrise City guide today.
Kalim: Thank you, Kifaji!
Grim: ‘Kay, let’s go get us some tasty grub already!!
Vil: Oh, good. There’s not a cloud in the sky. Fine weather for sightseeing.
Leona: Fine weather for you maybe. Everybody here prefers when it's rainin'.
Vil: Do you guys get little rain here?
Leona: It ain’t like the annual precipitation is low or anything, it’s just that we pretty much don't get any rain outside of the wet season. During the dry season, the people here will all be super anxious for it to rain again. That’s why we go over the top for the Tamashina-Mina festival, ‘cause we’re prayin’ for the rain to come.
Kalim: Hey, look over there! They got a fountain!
Vil: It’s very cool looking. I like it.
Leona: They built that thing not too long ago. Sunset Savannah doesn’t have a national water service, and Sunrise City’s the only place they've been developin’ the infrastructure at. This fountain here’s a symbol of that. Seein’ as water and sewer services are cornerstones of public health and all.
Kalim: Oh, wow! What’s that statue in the middle of the fountain?
Leona: …..It’s a baboon celebratin’ the birth of that lion cub.
Kifaji: To my knowledge, the sculpture is based off an anecdote from the age of the King of the Beasts.
Leona: Back then, when the heir to the throne was born, apparently the whole country came together for this grand ceremony. And that’s what this sculpture was based off of.
Kifaji: The baboon depicted in the sculpture was the top shaman in all the land, and the infant he’s raising up into the sky is the newborn prince. The animals gathered together around the fountain are celebrating the prince’s birth.
Vil: I see.
Kifaji: This statue was constructed five years ago to commemorate the birth of Lord Falena’s son. We held a lavish ceremony upon its completion, but Lord Leona was not in attendance.
Leona: Oh, really? I don’t remember that. And ain't it boring just standin' here lookin' at this thing? C’mon, let’s go somewhere else.
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Grim: Woah! They got stalls of all different colors at this place!
Leona: This is Raintree Market. It’s a bazaar.
Grim: Oooh, I can’t wait any longer! Let’s hurry up and eat something already!!
Kifaji: At any rate, how about we start off with some refreshments?
Vil: Good idea. We understand very well now just how dangerous it is to take the weather here lightly.
Lilia: Indeed. We should all be sure to drink plenty of fluids throughout the day.
Kifaji: I shall go fetch your drinks for you. What would everyone like to order?
Lilia: I’d love a glass of tomato juice.
Leona: Don’t think I ever seen that sold here before.
Lilia: Ah, I was fearing you’d say that…. And here I’d been hoping to enjoy some locally made tomato juice. Then maybe I'll try some of that red-colored juice they’re selling over there instead.
Kifaji: That is hibiscus juice.
Grim: Hibiscus! …What’s that?
Leona: It’s a type of red flower that grows here. You can find 'em growin' in the wild, and there's also some places that cultivate ‘em.
Kifaji: The juice is made by boiling the calyces of the flower together with a bit of sugar.
Vil: It’s certainly an unusual drink. I’ve never had it before.
Lilia: The way you’re describing it, I do believe I’ve had it before. It was a long time ago, and I can’t even remember anymore how it tasted. Was it delicious, or was it rather not very good…
Vil: Well if you can’t even remember, then why did you choose it?
Lilia: ‘Cause it’s red.
Vil: ….Don’t tell me. It’s not that you like tomato juice, you just like drinks that are red?
Lilia: Hmm. Who knows?
Vil: And what should I have, I wonder. Looks like a lot of the stalls are selling a white-colored juice.
Leona: That’s juice made from the baobab that grow wild here. According to legend, a long time ago, whenever a new member of the royal family was born, they’d celebrate by paintin' the newborn’s forehead with the juices of the baobab fruit. 'Cause of that, it’s become a local specialty in Sunset Savannah. No tellin’ how much truth there is to that old legend… But, I mean, the juice doesn’t taste bad. It’s filled with lots of vitamins and it’s high in magnesium. People call it a “drinkable beauty serum”.
Vil: Is that so? I’ll give it a try, then.
Kifaji: My personal recommendation is a beverage that’s made from a mixture of baobab and hibiscus juice.
Vil: Oh, they have something like that?
Kifaji: Yes. The legend that Lord Leona spoke of, about how they would paint the baby’s forehead with the juices from the baobab fruit… It was said they were using a red colored juice.
Kalim: Huh? But the juice made from the fruit is white, though?
Kifaji: Indeed. In reality, the juices of the baobab fruit are white in color. It appears that as the legend was passed down through the ages, some parts of the story got a bit embellished, shall we say. And over time, the color of the juice they spoke of eventually changed from white to red. Because of that, more and more establishments have begun selling baobab juice mixed together with red hibiscus juice.
Leona: It’s just like I was sayin’. No tellin’ how much truth there is to those old legends.
Vil: Well now that you’ve said all that, it suddenly sounds a lot less appealing… But I am interested in its beauty effects. I’ll take the mixed juice.
Lilia: Me, too. Being able to enjoy a refreshment that has so much history behind it makes this whole trip worthwhile.
Grim: It looks yummy, so I choose the mixed juice, too!
Leona: Me, too. The quicker we can get this over with, the better.
Kalim: I, umm….Aah….
Leona: Quit stressin' out about it so much. The second prince of Sunset Savannah’s gonna be drinkin' this stuff, too, ya know.
Kifaji: That’s right. I spoke with Master Jamil earlier concerning your safety and whatnot. I’ll be sure to inspect the drinks beforehand, so you needn’t worry.
Vil: As expected, your consideration for guests of the state is truly immaculate.
Kalim: Thank you both! Then I’ll get the same mixed juice as you guys.
Grim: What’ll you have, Yuu?
Yuu: Same as you guys, the mixed juice.
Grim: No surprise there! Nyahaha, I can’t wait.
Kifaji: So it’ll be six glasses of juice in all.
Kitafi: I do apologize for the wait.
Kalim: Guys, let’s all raise our glasses together!
Lilia: Do let’s! And could we also snap a group photo, as well?
Vil: Pictures of me don’t come cheap, you know…. Hah, normally I’d say something like that, but Rook did ask me to send him some photos. It’s fine with me. Okay then…
Everyone except Leona: Cheers!!!
(Leona starts drinking his juice instead)
Grim: Hey!! Leona started drinkin’ his juice without us!
Vil: You’re seriously coldhearted, you know that?
Episode 1
Episode 2 (part 1)
Episode 3 (Part 1)
Episode 3 (Part 2)
Episode 3 (Part 3)
Episode 4 (Part 1)
Episode 4 (Part 2)
Episode 5
#leona kingscholar#vil schoenheit#lilia vanrouge#kalim al asim#twst spoilers#twst#twisted wonderland#my tl#tamashina-mina
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so i would like to request a florence pugh x reader where reader works as a film director or any film job and gets to do a movie with whatever actress you prefer, then rumors about reader and this actress having a relationship start floating around and florence thinks r is cheating on her but is obviously just a huge confusion (basically angst and fluff at the end pls)
Misunderstanding
Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader
Summary: Florence wasn’t one to let rumours cloud her mind but when those closest to her start asking questions, she can’t help but read more into the rumours.
| Angst & Fluff | 1.6K | Language warning | Relationship issues |
AC: Ya’ll really eating up the angst on this blog haha! Enjoy xx
Working in the film industry has always been a dream of yours since you were able to watch and understand movies. You were known as the family’s cameramen whenever there was an event, a holiday or just an outing. No matter who was around, you always had a camera and would film anything that caught your eye. Your parents knew that one day you’d be working within the industry and that you’d be happy with whatever job was thrown at you.
You explored many options but instantly fell in love with directing. Being able to capture the right emotion or scene always amazed you. You started off with small projects, a few movies and a couple of episodes of shows that never made it as far as airing on daytime TV. That all changed when you got a call from an unknown number wondering if you’d like to help directed the new Black Widow movie which you accepted gracefully.
While working for Marvel you learnt a lot from everybody around you, even falling for MCU’s newest member, Florence. The two of you got along like two peas in a pod, other cast and crew would always catch the two of you mucking around, pulling light pranks on others, and loudly laughing at stupid jokes that had no real meaning.
The two of you made things official shortly after filming wrapped up and it’s been the happiest and healthiest relationship you’ve had. Your family love her, your friends love her, and you always receive compliments about the pair of you whenever you attended award shows and other events. Florence’s family adored you and always made you feel a part of the family.
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“How was work love?” you smiled as Florence walked through to the living room. “Meh, it was a long day. I’m going to have a shower and head to bed” she spoke, walking by you as you sat comfortably on the sofa. “Hey, baby, are you okay?” you asked. “I’m fine darling, just really tired” Florence replied but you didn’t buy it.
Recently, well, since you start directing a new movie, rumours started floating around that you were dating one of the main stars of the movie. This gave you a ‘name on the streets’ as they would say. You knew better than to feed into the drama that came with the job and ignored the claims.
It was obvious that Florence wanted to have some downtime, so you left her to her own will and continued flicking through the recorded footage that was taken earlier today, eventually falling asleep on the sofa later into the night.
When you woke up, Florence had already left for that day. She wasn’t herself recently and you wanted to be there for her, but she made it hard when she was giving you the cold shoulder every day.
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The day went on as Florence entered the back of your mind, you got caught up with work and really wanted to get these scenes done while the weather was kind enough to allow some public filming. It was never a surprise that paparazzi always seemed to know where movies were being film and when they were taking place.
They snapped all kinds of photos and videos of the set, anything they could use to get a story update on the upcoming film. You weren’t aware of the damage today’s videos would deliver until you would arrive home.
While on lunch break, Florence decided she wanted to surprise you on set. She brought you your favourite take out for a change up from the food you’d been eating over the past few months. You never saw her though, the image of you and Lili Reinhart getting cozy with one another didn’t help the thoughts she’d been having recently, the headlines she’d read, the talk of her girlfriend cheating on her was too much.
It was never like Florence to feed into rumours like these but when her close friends started question her on the photos that media outlets released of you and Lili, she couldn’t take it anymore. She waited for you to set the rumours straight, hopeful the consent headlines bothered you as much as they bothered her, but they didn’t. You knew where your heart belonged too and weren’t threated by the media’s response to you being friendly with a co-worker.
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“Flossie, I’m home” you announced as you walked through the front door. The house was dark and Billie’s food bowl was empty. “Baby?” you called out but didn’t get a response. You assumed she wasn’t home as a sigh left your lips. You missed her, you missed being able to spend time with her, cuddling her in the mornings, cooking for each other, snuggled up on the sofa watching movies, you missed her.
Walking to your shared bedroom you heard the muffled sniffles coming from the hall. “Flo?” you knocked on the door before slowly opening it. “I’ll be out in a moment” she replied, her voice broken but you’d already entered the room.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” you asked her, eyes filled with worry as you saw her sitting on the floor with photos of the two of you in front of her. Her cheeks were soaked from her tears. “Florence, what’s going on?” you quickly sat down next to her wanting to hold her, but she moved away. “Don’t touch me, please” she chocked.
“I’m not going to hurt you love, I’m worried about you”
“No, you’re not…” she wiped her tears only to have her eyes fill with a new stream “you haven’t since you started working on that new film” she added with anger.
Your brows frown with concern, “Florence what are you talking about? Of course, I’ve been worried about you”
“Ar-are you” she ran her fingers through her short dirty blonde hair, “are you cheating on me?” she asked bluntly, only then did everything make more sense to you. Shaking your head, “No baby, I’m not” you replied in a serious tone, “where is all this coming from? I thought we agreed to ignore rumours like those” you added.
“I thought so too but – “she pulled out her phone and slid it across to you her camera roll full of the recent photos of you on set today. You heart dropped; the photos looked more personal than just two friends having a laugh. “I came to see you on set today, I brought you lunch but I saw you literally feeding her half a sandwich then these photos were posted, and I’ve had everybody asking me about us so please… don’t lie to me…are you seeing her on the side?” Florence asked once again, her voice breaking one more.
You placed her to the side and looked into her red and puffy eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t see this was hurting you, but I promise you, I’m not seeing her on the side, I’m not dating her, I am not cheating on you. We are simply just working on a film together; I promise you that is all. Yes, we have some fun on set and today, what you saw, Lili didn’t want to smudge her lipstick that was just applied so I offered to just tear off pieces and feed them too her instead. I swear, nothing is going on with Lili and I” you explained never leaving her eyes.
“Why haven’t you set anything straight with the media? I know it’s meaningless, but my friends are questioning us, and I felt so fucking stupid…how was I supposed to explain all those photos?”
“Because I didn’t think the rumours bothered you this much, they’ve never came between us before…Flo, I’m so sorry I didn’t see the issue sooner and I’m even more sorry that you thought I wasn’t being loyal to you” you shuffled closer to her, this time she didn’t move. “Honey, I love you. I don’t care for anybody else, only you. You mean more to me than a movie” you reached for her hands, “look at me, please” you whispered as tears filled your own eyes.
Florence’s eyes moved from your hands on top of hers to your eyes. Your heart breaking at the sight of her being so helpless. “You are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, I mean that. I’m not just saying this because of all that’s happened I’m saying it because I’ve never been so happy with anybody before. If I have to gain your trust again, I’ll do it, I’ll do anything, but I swear you Florence, I only have eyes for you, my heart is in your hands”
With that, Florence broke once again, crashing into you as you wrapped your arms around her. “I’m so sorry baby” you said over and over, rubbing her back as your own tears streamed down your cheeks.
“I’m stupid, I’m so sorry I didn’t just ask you before I overacted” Florence sobbed pulling away from you. Gently you stroked her cheeks with both your hands, wiping her tears. “You had every right to overreact” you smiled softly causing a small chuckle from Florence.
“I may have burnt your favourite hoodie in the backyard” she admits.
You chuckled, “I don’t care about a hoodie, I just want you to be happy” you continued to stroke her cheeks, “I really do love you darling” you added.
“I love you too my love” Florence returned a soft smile, crashing her lips onto yours.
“Tomorrow, can I take you to set and show everybody how much I love you?” you asked after pulling away, “by that I mean I want to show the world that I am only yours” you added. Florence nodded before placing another kiss on your lips, “please just hold me” she whispered before leaning into you. “Of course, honey” you wrapped your arms around her tightly.
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And another thing. People are talking about how Vegas was seconds away from blowing his “nice guy” cover when he was trying to kiss Porsche in the bathroom – but I wonder if it was the other way around.
Ya’ll, Porsche has spent this entire episode watching Vegas murder and torture people and enjoy it. Is Porsche also murdering people? Yes, but he’s not enjoying it and, critically, he knows that Kinn is also a violent man, but doesn’t enjoy it. Kinn does it out of loyalty, love for his family, and to survive.
So, Porsche has spend this episode watching Vegas get off on violence. Kinn has warned him that Vegas was using him as a hostage. Vegas more or less confirms this when Porsche asks him, “What happens if I fail at the mission?” and Vegas responds, “Don’t fail.” Porsche sees Vegas coming for him because he’s jealous of Kinn. He sees that bike as the bribe it is, now.
“Ok,” I hear you say, “but Porsche doesn’t look especially frightened or disgusted around Vegas.” To which I say, why would he? We know from ep. 5 that Porsche is very, very good at concealing his thoughts and feelings. If he doesn’t want you to know how he feels, you wont know. And he doesn’t want Vegas to know.
In addition, Porsche might not be afraid of or disgusted by Vegas. Porsche is comfortable with violence and he’s not afraid of many things. But I don’t think he trusts Vegas and I don’t think he likes him, especially after Vegas puts his foot in his mouth about both the Italians and the beach bar.
All this is to say, I think when Vegas and Porsche are in the bathroom together, I think Vegas is seconds from blowing Porsche’s cover. Porsche was about to have to drop the drunk act and punch Vegas out. Vegas would have known he’d blown his chance with Porsche and if Porsche approached him later as friend or looking for a job, it would be much less believable.
And I do think Porsche is going to approach Vegas later. I think when it happens EVERYONE is going to be fooled, including Kinn, because Porsche plays his cards so close to his chest. In fact, I’d love it if the fandom when wild – “no Porsche, don’t do it” “Porsche sweet baby don’t be fooled” – only to find out Porsche knew exactly what he was doing all along.
#kinnporsche#ep 7#predictions#Porsche is about to show everyone why he's the most powerful piece on the chess board#ya'll it's not just cause he can throw a good punch#pls gods let me be right#I want BAMF Porsche on my screen asap
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OFMD Meta masterpost
Meta I've written both as dancing-with-the-madmen and here at spoondick, llc.
The Relationship is the Show (meta about the nature of Ed & Stede's relationship)
The Art of Buggery
Speedrunning U-Haul Pirates
I Object to the Term “Whim”
A Fancy Man on a Fancy Ship (Stede meta)
Stede and the Thanatos Drive*
cPTSD trauma responses in Ed and Stede
But Why Piracy?
Touchy-touchy
Talk it Through as a Crew (not for me, though, just for you)
Stede is No Coward (a “no-but” tag novel)
Did Stede CHOOSE to abandon Ed? (a “no but” tag novel)
Stede didn’t abandon his crew (a totally measured and level-headed response to the idea that Stede owes the crew an apology for what happened after he “abandoned” them)
Stede also didn’t set the French Boat Party on fire
Stede also also isn't uniquely nor excessively susceptible to flattery or compliments (a tag novel)
Lines in the Sand: Why Stede telling Ed “I don’t like who you are around this guy” is a Character Growth moment
The Seeds of Tragedy: How Ed’s choice to leave with Calico Jack primed Stede to break his heart
When a Steard is not a Beard
This Fictional Character is Having A Hard Time (Ed meta)
Spooky Scary Speculation (what if Ed thinks the reason Stede didn’t join him at the dock is because Stede is dead?)
Clearly I was wrong about this, but whatevs. It’s not bad reasoning; just not the way the show chose to go. And that's okay.
Scraps of Evidence, or the Maps that Lead to You
Fire Marshal Ed
Guilt and Struggling with Worthlessness (a “yes-and” reply)
Team Never A Plan (a “no but” reply)
I will contend to the end that Ed saying he was planning on burning Stede’s face off in s2e4 was just him being mad at Stede and try to score one off him in much the same way him saying "last night was a mistake" in s2e7 was about pushing Stede away, not expressing regret that they slept together. Because it’s either that or he’s not as smart as I thought he was. Because it’s frankly a dumb plan.
Ed Knows about Mary (a “no but” reply from before we got uncontestable s2 confirmation)
Ed and the Hornighost (self loathing and the capacity for self-love)
Kicking a man (out) while he’s down
By the Neck; or, Pearls Mean Tears (the significance of the pearl necklace)
A Normal Amount of Secretive (Jim meta)
We Live in a State of Nature
Why The Kraken Kept Jim and Frenchie (and not anyone else): (a “yes and” reply)
Never Apologize (Mary meta)
Mary is not without fault (and that’s a good thing) (a “yes and”-ing tag novel)
Girl How ARE You? (Zheng Yi Sao meta)
Tea Soup and Sympathy
Deep Dives by episode:
S01ep06: The Lamentable Tragedie of Hands-let
Why Are Fang and Ivan Backing up Izzy During the Doggy Heaven Scene?
S01ep8: The Massive Aggression of Calico Jack
Homophobia in a $5 Halloween Mask (a series of "yes-and" replies)
S01ep10: The Significance of Ned
S02ep05: The Curse of “The Curse of the Seafaring Life”
Season 2s Racist Problem
Set design:
Ok, so I’m a dick about spoons
Ship-shaped, Part 1 - What We Know
Ship-shaped, Part 2 - Best Guesses
Ship-shaped Part 3 - Rampant Speculation and Vile Calumny
Ship-shaped Part 4 - A Proportional Response
Ship-shaped Part 5 - The Not-So-Secret Stairs
Ship-shaped: Part I Give Up
Ship-shaped: Part It’s Just A Tardis, Ya’ll
Gay Love on the Horizon
Into the Metatext (reading Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates, the book Stede shows Ed from his library, for insight into OFMD)
A conversation with @nicnacnonsense about the significance of the illustrations of Blackbeard used on the show
Additional commentary on the nature of the illustrations used on the show launched by @triflesandparsnips
More Thoughts about the relationship between in-universe Text and Images and how they represent Reality (now with S2)
Cooking with Roach
Season 2 on the rocks (themed cocktails and mocktails to enjoy with OFMD S2)
85 days?!?!?!?!
5 of Swords
Season 2 Timeline Stuff
I’m a giver ;)
Costuming:
I Guess That’s Why They Call it the Blues (a response to and expansion upon weirdgirlcore’s meta on the use of blue in Stede’s wardrobe)
Orange (the conclusion to I Guess That’s Why They Call it the Blues. Brevity? I don’t know her)
Let’s do the Time(line) Warp Again! (adding on to @nicnacnonsennse’s excellent timeline video. Not STRICTLY costuming-related, but I’m putting it here because my first addition was predicated on costuming evidence)
On Indigo and Not-So-Secret Ghosts
On Gloves and Cravats: Why the Kraken went from full gauntlet-style gloves at the end of s1 to half-gloves in s2, and why they later disappear altogether, and what's the deal with the lack of s2 cravat
Steal Ed’s Party Look: A Step-by-Step Hair Styling Tutorial with Pics
Ed’s Princess (with a disorder) Hair: A Step-by-Step Hair Styling Tutorial with more shitty mirror selfies
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✨🌸INTRO🌸✨
✨Hello their my beloved little fellas, I'm Pastelprince18 but you all can call me Ray [Nicknamed not real name]! I usually post my art weather being doodles, wips, sketches, paintings or finished pieces being fandom stuff or my own projects [which is rare because I am so shy to share my very own content and don't know how people will act, maybe someday I will talk about it] I would appreciate if you do see my art anywhere to DM me and NOT harass anybody <:] , but if you do share my work PLEASE CREDIT ME!!I IT WILL ME A LOT TO ME /Gen✨
✨ Short Info✨
💖Ray [Perfered] , Raylin, Pastel
💖Adult
💖White Irish Puerto Rican
💖 Demi Girl [She/They/Her/Them]
💖Lesbian, Ace
💖Taken
💖#Kbyeart is my arttag
💖Self-Taught Artist
💖Can Be a bit too talktive </3
💖Gamer [if you like to add me on switch lmk CLOSE FRIENDS ONLY!!
💖COMMISSION CHART HERE If intrested please dm on my platforms: Instagram, Tumblr, Discord, Deviant Art, and Twitter all under the same name :]
💖Can get anxious meeting new people either too shy or too excited
⭐️Interests⭐️
🌸Mario Rabbids Series
🌸Rabbids Invasion
🌸Cuphead
🌸Sanrio
🌸Spongebob
🌸Mario.Bros
🌸 Pastel, Hospital, Nostalgic Core Aesthetic
🌸Carebears
🌸Regular Show [Been a while but I still love it <33]
🌸Plushies
🌸Pretty Blood
🌸The Bad Guys
🌸Happy Tree Friends
🌸Rayman
⛈DNI⛈
Proshipper
Basic Racism,Bigots,Homophobics, Transphobic
Art Thief
Discourse Accounts
NFT’s Cryptic
DDLGS
Cringe Culture [Ya know the people who say “THATS CRINGE EW”]
You harass me or any of my friends/ mutuals. That is automatic block
Also Spamming inbox + Dms will be blocked
Dream SMP Fans
Fetish Artist
Vizpop Fans
HH and HB stuff, I don’t wanna hear nothing of that shit, please block me or i’ll block you I don’t nothing to do with it or see it on my damn feed /srs
🍒BYF🍒
As stated before I do talk a lot, I usually ramble about my own HC, Oc Stuff, Ships, Ideas or even things I really enjoy from games, shows movies ect. I hope you are prepared on what I will share here. And just know it is for fun and I would love for ya’ll to also share your ideas <3
I tend to have depressed episodes sometimes, if you do see me writing things on here mainly at night, its where I can show during that time since I feel bad for venting too much to friends. I feel bad even venting out just to let steam off, sorry for advance :’]
I open request when I feel like it weather being I am art blocked, have no ideas or no motvation. IT IS A RARE MOMENT, PLEASE DO NOT SPAM MY INBOX!!! IF I HAVE NOT DONE UR REQUEST I WILL GLADLY DO IT WHEN I AM FREE
Speaking of the first one. Do not spam inbox please, I have gotten that lately and I tend to get anxious or annoyed since I can't always answer stuff, I do have a job and I tend to get sidetrack, even if I am not in the best mental state please do not be on top of me, I do not like that.
My art takes quite a bit to post weather being a painting or digital art, I work 5 days a week and usually it drains me where I am at. usually cause of that my motivation drains fast. I know I say I promise to do things and I will keep that promise, even if its months too late I'll try to work on it <3
Thank you all for dropping by and hope to get to know most of you all :’]
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AHSOKA FINALE SPOILERS + THOUGHTS
Listen ya’ll, I know we were expecting more but I kinda knew this finale wouldn’t answer all our questions.
There’s obviously going to be either a season 2 or a movie (heavily rumoured). Just because you didn’t get everything you wanted doesn’t mean it was objectively bad. I thoroughly enjoyed this episode because it was fun, had lots of awesome action and heartfelt moments that I want to see more of! There was so much to love about this episode and I really think we gotta stay positive here:
We got Ezra’s new lightsaber with Kanan’s spare hilt, Ahsoka being a badass as usual, Thrawn being a pain in the ass, Sabine becoming a real Mandalorian Jedi, Ezra reuniting with Hera, Anakin mention AND his force ghost, the Morai and what looks like a statue of the Father from the Mortis Trilogy! (Baylan wtf are you up to)
I know we didn’t get Zeb, or Kallus, or old man Rex but I’m sure we’ll see them in the future.
Dave Filoni, I trust your vision and I’m very excited to see what’s to come 🖤
#ahsoka spoilers#star wars#ahsoka series#star wars ahsoka#ahsoka tano#ezra bridger#sabine wren#hera syndulla#grand admiral thrawn#morgan elsbeth#the great mothers#baylan skoll#star wars text post#dave filoni#my txt post#illustratingari
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This Week in BL - Korea is Doubling Down on BL
June 2022 Wk 5
Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.
Ongoing Series - Thai
Unforgotten Night (Weds on GaGa) Ep 2 - Good lord. Side couple is gonna kill me on this one. TRASH WATCH REBORN!
KinnPorsche (Sat iQIYI) Ep 13 - VegasPete ya’ll, what more can I say?
Love Mechanics (Sat WeTV) Ep 2 - As messy as Check Out is, LM is messier. It’s also a lot better because all the characters are realistically tortured. Also YinWar are really good at going off the rails while still pining about it. It is HARD to watch as a result. This is just boys in pain lashing out at each other. Also triggers all ‘round. If you don’t want high angst high drama don’t watch it. Also We all miss James. Did you notice Mark switch from phi to hia with Vee and then back again? Sarcastic his is a new execution for me. Cute.
Even Sun (Wed iQIYI) Ep 1 - it’s a good cast full of fun familiar faces (and BounPrem of course) but I don’t really jive with any of the characters. I’m not really into buffoons, or good boys trying to be bad, or whatever. I mean I’m still watching it, but I’m not impressed. Prem’s orange hair is fun.
Check Out (Sat IQIYI) Ep 4 - all sorts of wild rumors about this show. Meanwhile here are my thoughts: Just so messy+ sex work and Nine being just pretty much gay af but closeted. Thailand, you are out of your depth and in a hot tub. I don’t like Nine, he’s pretty irredeemable.
My Secret Love (Sat YouTube Sat) Ep 5 - I might tap out on this one.
Sky in Your Heart (Fri YouTube) Ep 5 - it committed probubly the biggest entertainment sin in my book, it got really really boring. I’ll finish it but honestly, I almost fell asleep while watching this week.
Triage (Mon AISplay) Ep 9 - I’m still waiting.
Ongoing Series - Not Thai
Old Fashion Cupcake (Japan Mon Viki) Ep 4 - ONE TAKE, that final scene, holy effing chirst on a pancake, what? GAH. This show is so transcendently impossibly good. I do not know how I am going to make it to next week. Oh wait, no I do, by rewatching this ep every day until then. And also because Japan is also giving us...
Minato Shouji Coin Laundry (Japan Weds GaGa) Ep 1 - OMG it is so good and so cute and I don’t even care they dropped two of my least favorite tropes in the first ep (white towel sponge bath and heart knows). This show is just Japan doing its own heritage proud with some absolutely classic live action yaoi, and I just couldn’t be any happier. It is everything I love about BL. I’m so delighted we are getting 12 episodes! Yes it will be drawn out and messy tortured age gap, but I do not care. Shin is so beautiful and yet has that little bit of edgy sinister to him that only Japan can really execute well in their semes. He’s a little too good at flirting, and little too intense about it and therefore GREAT.
To My Star 2 (Korea Viki) Ep 7-8 - This show is so painful. Like they took the first bit of WBL2 and stretched it out to an unbearable degree. We all knew and hoped the perspective switch would give Jiwoo reason, but it’s REALLY difficult to interface with. And yeah, I totally identify predominately with his character, I too run when I feel too much. But it is still SO HARD to watch.
Love in Spring AKA Spring of Crush (Korea grey) Ep 9-13 I kind of do want her/him to just leave without anyone the wiser. Honestly, the best thing about this BL(?) is how many great female characters support there are. That’s so rare in this genre. And yes, they are stereotypical but I am happy for any representation of women at all. The female assassin is an interesting character, but her presence seems arbitrary until she finally fits in to the plot in ep 12. Episode 10 = the secret is finally out, and you know, the dude from B.A.P. isn’t a bad actor (Yoo Young Jae). “Knives and money are gender neutral.” is my ne fav quote. And finally (to no one surprise) he is a psycho but I still have a 2nd lead syndrome with this drama. Nice twist in 13, and quite the soap opera, everything but identical twins has now been trotted out: amnesia, secret identity, lost noble heritage. It’s all happening.
Want to See You (Vietnam YT) Ep 5 - Catfight! That is fun. But the rest of it was boring.
Senpai, Danjite Koidewa! (Japan Fri Viki) Ep 3 - no ep this week, resumes next
Gossip
The industry is certifiably crazy right now. I have absolutely no idea what is going on. Nothing makes sense. Like NOTHING occurring in BL makes sense on any level right now, especially industry.
Not Thailand’s highest heat content going to (not going to?) a flipping Chinese distributor.
Not Korea's kisses and seriously honest queer content allasudden plus casting multiple members of THE SAME K-pop groups in THE SAME BLs.
Not the sheer volume of content coming from Japan (srs WHAT? where is it all coming from?).
It's OPEN season, like WILD out there. 2022 might be the end of days for most, but clearly the BL universe is taking the burning of the world as an excuse ofr a goddamn rave.
New Vietnamese BL Memory forthcoming. Maybe? I usually don’t track these well, if you want someone up on VBL follow @heretherebedork .
I’m struggling to keep up but here’s what I’ve got. Please add in the comments if I missed something, because I probubly did.
BL Production announcements out of Korea:
Silkwood (studio behind Peach of Time) announced that Korean Thai colab project Love is Like A Cat to star Mew Suppasit. Yeah. Fucking-A. Korea scooped him. I am not surprised but also, fuck me what the hell is Korea going to do with that level of gorgeous? And guess who else is in the cast? Lee Geon Woo and Chu Ji Min AKA Geonu & JM of JUST B. It’s about a romance between a rookie star and a vet. I expect it to be mostly in Korea and Korean.
This is Silkwood’s thing, they already have another one in production, Eccentric Romance starring former The Man BLK member Yoon Jun Won and Thai actor Save Saisawat (Ai Long Nhai). I begin to think every The Man BLK member will eventually lead out a BL at this point.
Oh My Assistant has been acquired for BL adaptation, and rumored cast. This is a sexy one for Korea about an artist who draws adult webtoons and spends most of his time horny because of it, who hires an assistant that turns out to be his biggest fan. I guess we’re gone see how Korea handles thirst.
The New Employee (from Watcha Light On Me & Semantic Error) rumored to star Choi Si Hoon (Netflix's Single's Inferno). Another office set BL.
Unintentional Love Story to star Cha Seo Won and Gongchan (maknae of K-pop B1A4). All we know is it’s a “love story that started with a lie” about rebuilding trust.
Meanwhile, Thailand announced Wish Me Luck starring my boy Fiat (Grean Fictions, SOTUS S, My Gear and Your Gown, Triage) who I’ve been waiting to lead a BL for a decade it feels like. About a boss and his temporary employee in an advertising company, based on Bittersweet's y-novel of the same name. Remember these are less likely to happen than the ones from Korea.
In Case You Missed It
There’s movement on the next GMMTV offering Vice Versa, starts July 16 on their YT channel. I am excited for this one.
Pappy & Daddy 2 (new cast for one lead) will start airing August 8 on GaGa.
Plus & Minus is getting a special ep and some bts extras, which is why it still has open episode slots on GaGa and Viki. But it is a completed story arc at 12.
In A Relationship TH, Thailand’s answer to Gameboys (a bit late, kids) seems to kinda be already happening. It’s airing on GMTV8′s YouTube. Is anyone watching this? I’m generally not a fan of lockdown romances, but I LOVED See You After Quarentine? Still 20 episodes is A LOT and the preview did not give me any confidence.
Next Week Looks Like This:
Nothing new is starting that i know of/remember, but Cupcake and KP are wrapping up.
This week’s best moments?
Now THAT’S a confession.
Hello my new obsession. Boy howdy does this one know how to flirt. Minato does not stand a (snow)balls chance in hell. The eldest of a big fam? He’s also used to getting his way.
That’s one way of putting it.
Ah, the Thai version of Netflix and chill.
(last week)
#this week in bl#BL news#BL updates#BL update#BL in the news#BL episode recap#Thai BL#Vietnamese BL#Taiwanese BL#Korean BL#Japanese BL#live action yaoi#adapted from a manga#Star Hunter Studio#Studio Wabi Sabi#GMMTV#gagaoolala#rakutan viki#best moment of bl#upcoming BL#KBL#Love in Spring#VBL#Want to See You#Senpai Danjite Koidewa!#JBL#Senpai This Can’t be Love!#J-BL#Old Fashion Cupcake#To My Star 2
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Getting Into The Mind of a Man with Travis Kelce | Let's Be Honest with ...
To all my fellow Travis lovers, I found the full episode on YouTube. Ya'll know I'd rather watch and listen rather than just listen. Loving this guy even more now. Enjoy!
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