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aleksadnezz · 3 years

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Sweet Night 2

Jae x Reader

It is Saturday and I don't have errands today but I don't want to waste this day by just laying on my bed and watch sum tv shows because that's what I always do (after my shift or when I don't have work). I decided to take a shower and wear a white shirt, jeans and one out of my three pair of shoes cuz I’m broke af. I put sum random stuff into my tote bag just in case cuz I still have no idea where I wanted to go. I head out my room and locked it. I glance over to the room across mine, I wonder when he will return my charger.. I’m just kidding. I wonder if he’s alright, I mean if he seems okay living alone and streaming all day? or all night not leaving his apartment. I’m just a concern co-tenant that’s all.

I walked and walked and walked until I reached to the bus station. I didn’t wait that long for the bus to arrive, I hopped in thankfully there’s not much people at this hour. It’s only 10AM and I still have lots of time to waste. Since this bus is heading to the center of the city, where most people go cuz there are a lot of shopping malls and attractions I’ll stay there and let where it will lead me.

When we reached the bus station, I immediately got off the bus and casually walked on the street. There are lots of stores in the area that I’m in, there are sum bookstores, clothing stores and cafés. I don’t usually go outside like this but when I do, I only go to market to buy groceries so it feels new to me to go out alone in a different place. What I like about living here is that people don’t actually care about others, it doesn’t matter to them whatever you do in public as long as it’s not harmful.

I entered to sum clothing stores just to checked their prices and left right away. Damn. Why does clothes have to be that expensive, I can already buy five thrift items for that price. I went to a bookstore and bought one book. It’s a self-help book, though I don’t actually read but I want to give it a shot, this might be a new hobby for me so. I also went to Daiso which I think is now my favorite place, they sell random stuff and cute stuff which I ended up buying more than 5 items.

Going to stores surprisingly took me 3 hours it’s already lunch time so I went to a café that also sells meals. The ambiance of the place is so calm and expensive, and there’s not much people inside which what I like. I ordered iced matcha and sum carbonara. After I eat, I headed back home cuz I might end up spending all my recent salary in just one day cuz that’s possible to happen. Knowing myself I’m a big spender but try to manage that since I’m now earning and paying my own bills.

On the way home I didn’t saw the strange old man, thankfully. I’m tired and can’t deal with him right now. I put down all my bags on the floor, got change and lay on my bed. I was busy scrolling through my phone when I heard a knocked on my door so I stood up and walked over my door. My eyes grew bigger when I saw who knocked. It was my neighbor, Jae. He’s wearing sum navy long sleeve button down polo and jeans, way different from what he always wears except only his slides.

“Hi Jae.” I greeted.

“Hello y/n. Do you have time?”

“Yeah why?”

“Um I know we don’t know each other that much but can you help me?”

“Well, I guess what is it?” I honestly don’t have an idea what help he is asking. I don’t know he might ask me to help him move furnitures or carry huge boxes or even buy him food outside the building or sumthin.

“I’m sorry if it’s so sudden, you’re the only person that can help me about this, can you do makeup on me?” Eh? that’s all? I really though he’ll make me carry boxes. When I looked at him, he’s scratching his forehead. I think he’s embarrassed. So cut-I don’t to make things complicated for him so I I’ll put my curiosity behind.

“Yeah, of course.”

“I already bought makeup earlier so you don’t have to worry.” I nodded and bite my lip. So, I have to go to his place? Omg

“Uhh so where do you want us to do it?” Woah that sounds so wrong. I immediately covered my mouth that made him laugh. “I-I mean am I going to your place or?” I nervously laughed. Damn. What the fuck.

“Anywhere you’re comfortable.”

“Okay so.. my place?” I asked him and he nodded.

“I’ll just get the stuff” he said and entered his apartment.

I scanned my room making sure that my place is clean. All my dirty clothes are on my basket. I have no dishes in the kitchen. My bed is a mess so I quickly smoothen the crease I made on my bed earlier. I sat on my chair and suddenly felt my heart beats fast. I just realized that it is my first time inviting a guy that I barely know, in my apartment. Not that I trust easily, it just my gut feeling telling me that he’s a nice person.

I heard a knocked so I stood up and opened the door.

“Hello again” He smiled and extend his hand carrying a paper bag. I took it and oh boy it’s heavy.

“Have a seat.” I offered him to seat on my small dining table cuz I don’t have a couch in my apartment. I sat on the other chair across to him. I took out all the makeup inside the bag and lay it on the table. I think he bought every item that’s in the store, there are more than 10 products inside the bag.

“Okay..” I looked at him and he fixed his posture and looked straight at my face. Woah. I never felt more shy in my life.

“I already have moisturizer on.” He spoke. How come he can read my mind? Besides from being a streamer is he a mind reader too?

“Do you think that’s enough cuz I don’t know what I bought.” He pointed the bag.

“it’s.. a lot.”

“I asked for assistance and the lady there suggested those.” I laughed. Poor boy.

“I think she tricked you from buying everything.”

“Happy to help.” He said.

“Great. Okay I’ll put foundation on your face first.” I opened the bottle and put sum at the back of my hand. When I said that he bought every single item in the store, I mean it. He even has the complete set of brushes.

I can see that he’s still staring at my face while I put foundation on his face. He’s prolly counting my acne and dark spots. I’m too shy to tell him not to look directly at me so I just asked him to unbox the products.

“Can I ask?” I spoke.

“Sure.” He answered while he’s busy unboxing each item.

“Why am I the person you reached out for this?” I raised the foundation and brush, referring to the makeup.

“Most of my friends are men I bet they don’t know anything about this and I think you’re the only woman that can help me plus you lived across so..” I laughed when he said the last part.

“What is this for? If you don’t mind me asking” There, I said it. I’m just curious why he wants me to his makeup at 3pm. Not sus at all.

“A-ahh I have an event.. yeah an event I need to attend to”

“Hmm. Is it like the streamercon thing?”

“Y-yeah something like that.”

“By the way what time is the event?”

“Probably at 6 but I have to leave at 5.”

“Alright I’ll just make it natural.” He nodded and stared at me again.

“Do you play games?” He suddenly asked.

“No and I will never.” He laughed.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t like playing and It looks complicated”

“Maybe at first but once you started playing, you’ll get used to it.”

“Still not convince.”

“How about hobbies? What do you do?” I stop what I’m doing and looked up as if that I’m thinking. He looked at me intently, waiting for me to answer.

“Nothing.” I said and continue doing his face.

“What? Really?” He said surprisingly.

“Yeah, I don’t really have a hobby.”

“How about that painting?” He pointed something on my back so I looked back to see. It was my painting on top of my drawer, I hid it behind my picture frame cuz I have a nowhere to hide it.

“That was years ago. I don’t paint anymore.” No story behind it. I just stop doing it. Besides I got busy from working.

“Why though? That honestly looks really cool.”

“Really?” He nodded. “Thank you.”

“Alright.. down to the last part.” I finished doing his face and I didn’t put a lot of makeup since he already has great skin. I just put concealer under his eyes and brought colors back to his face. I grabbed the peach lipstick and twisted it open. Still laughing in my mind cuz the sale’s lady prolly made him buy 4 lipsticks.

Now it’s my turn to look at him. I’ve been avoiding his gaze while we’re talking, trying to focus on what I’m doing. I don’t want to make it awkward for the both of us so I’ll just make it fast.

“Just stay still okay.” He nodded while looking anywhere but me.

I don’t know where to put my other hand so I let it rest on my lap while the other one is holding the lipstick. I raised my hand and before the tip of the lipstick even touch his lips, he grabs my wrist.

“Why?”

“Nervous.” He said, still not looking at me. I’ve seen guys afraid of having lipstick on them which I don’t understand why but I don’t question it either.

“Is that necessary?” He added.

“Not really but for you, yes. You’re quite pale, I don’t want you to look dead.” He slightly laughed and softly released my wrist from his hand.

“Am I that pale?” I nodded.

“Alright then.”

“Do you want to?” Asking him is he wanted to put it on himself.

“No, it’s my first time I might mess it up. I’ll just let you do it.” Woah. I feel honored.

“Okay hold still.” I leaned my hand on his face but I can see him leaning backwards.

“Don’t lean!” He laughed.

“Alright.. sorry.”

I hold his shoulder using my other hand and raised the other to glide the tip of the lipstick on his soft lookin lips. I saw him shut his eyes and I find myself smiling cuz I think he looks like a cute little kid. I didn’t realize that the application was taking too long until he slowly opened his eyes. My smile slowly fades while my hands still attached to him, creating connection between us. Our eyes locked into each other for a solid 4 seconds until his eyes slowly landed on my lips-sxsnpRYrccxSWwhhelp

“W-woah.. m-my makeup is a masterpiece.” I said and quickly moves away. I grab a palette with a compact mirror and hand it to him. He took it and scanned his face. I can feel my cheeks heating up.

“Masterpiece…” He said and turned to me smiling.

“Thank you so much y/n for helping me. I owe you.” Thankfully I’m not that dumb enough so I heard it right.

“No worries Jae. Happy to help.” I said mocking him about the sale’s lady situation. He laughed.

“No really. I can’t thank you enough.” His phone rings, he looked on it and put it in his pocket. “Also.. can you please keep the bag for me?” I nodded. We stood up and walked over the door.

“Sure.”

“Thank you again y/n I’ll see you… sometime. I’ll definitely make it up to you.”

“Don’t bother. It’s alright.”

“I insist.” He looked at me intently. It’s like there’s sum energy from his eyes or maybe it just him that made me agree to everything that he says. I think I need to go to hospital. There’s something wrong about here or there’s something wrong about me…

“Alright. Alright.” I slightly raised both my hands, showing him that I surrender.

“Good. See you then. Bye y/n” He smiled. What the fuck

“Bye Jae.” I smiled back. I waited him to leave before I hardly shut my door. I leaned on the back of my door, thinking about what just happened today. There’s nothing wrong about me. It’s him. He’s the problem. The way he looked at me. The way he smiles. The way he laughs. Gosh.

I’ve seen this in films before and I’m now living on it.

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crusherthedoctor · 4 years

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The beach trope: another one that often comes early in Sonic's quests, and this one's no different, though expectations are very mildly subverted by making it the third zone instead of the very first. (Careful Crusher, you had the audience on the edge of their seats there.)

More importantly though, it's possibly one of the most famous and celebrated level tropes in the series. Emerald Coast is undeniably iconic, Seaside Hill is just as iconic while also merging with the Green Hill setup, and Wave Ocean... is a poor man's Emerald Coast, but it's probably better than most levels in '06 by comparison, so it too is iconic, from a certain point of view. We can't forget Jungle Joyride either, even if that's mostly because we got to see the frame rate die before our very eyes.

So how do you make your interpretation stand out? How do you prevent having a Wave Ocean 2: Wave Oceaner on your hands? Well, it's actually very simple...

Creating Zone 3: Coastline Resort

3-1: Shining Shore

Remember when I said that sometimes all it takes to make an environment feel different is the time of day, or a change in weather? This is one of the first major examples of putting that philosophy into action, as compared to previous beach levels, which were usually content with taking place in the bright sunny daytime, this one takes place under a pleasant purple sunset.

This of course contrasting heavily with not only the blue sea, but also the sands, which although given a mild touch of purple courtesy of the sunset, cannot fully hide their natural shade of white.

And of course, waterfalls.

We can’t forget the waterfalls.

Despite being a true blue beach level first and foremost, there are also a few hints of plaza, further setting it apart from the Emerald Coasts and Not-Emerald Coasts of old times past. This aesthetic in particular is based heavily on the seaside town of Whitby.

No doubt Sonic would admire this place, at least when he's not forced to go deep underwater. Maybe when the adventure is over, he can come back here and have a relaxing moment with... someone. Dunno who though. I doubt Eggman would be interested, and not just because he's actually in-character. Oh well, plenty more horses in the sea.

Speaking of, what about the underwater sections? Shining Shore does have them after all, in full 3D, as opposed to making them bottomless pits in disguise. Unsurprisingly, everything's a lot more blue than purple down there, gorgeously so, but the coral reef provides its own variety of colour.

The local fishies don't seem to mind you being in their line of sight... nor do the Badniks, but probably for a different reason.

Since we're three zones in, you might have noticed by now that each zone, regardless of their overall colour scheme, has one element in at least one act that goes all rainbow with the colours than everything else. You had the flower patches in Gleaming Meadows, you had the wood barriers in Tricky Tropics with their rusting paint jobs, and now we have the coral reef in Coastline Resort... any reason for this?

Alas, the answer is a mundane one: it's just a little way of tying all the zones in Viridonia together. As this quest revolves around the mystery of the elusive Ethereal Zone, this seemingly inconsequential aspect is a way of ensuring that it will always remain at the back of your mind. It may be relatively more subtle and easy to miss than, say, a giant moon glaring down angrily at you no matter where you go on the map as it literally comes closer and closer to killing everyone, but the intention is effectively the same: the central meat of the setting and story is always present in some form, however indirect, even if the characters aren't currently discussing it.

Also, shout out to the lighthouse that helped our heroes by inadvertently blinding the pursuing mechanized orca.

You really put a dent in Heavy Gunner's strategy.

First Section (calm): Lagoony Tunes (Crash Bandicoot 2: N-Tranced) Peach Field (Mario Hoops 3-on-3)

Second Section (adrenaline): Lost Palace (Team Sonic Racing) Hang Eight (Crash Bandicoot 2: Cortex Strikes Back)

3-2: Crazy Rapids

Being a whimsical water park, made even more whimsical to fit the video game format, this one explains itself in a lot of areas. But let's go over the finer details anyway, shall we?

As mentioned in the fic, the park has been made to fit in seamlessly with the ruins present in the area, thus creating a Good Future-esque wonderland of nature and technology in harmony. For an idea of how the ruins aesthetic would work, imagine something akin to the Sunset Beach Resort in Jamaica, particularly the long bridge and archways you can see in both of these shots:

Kind of has an Aquatic Ruin vibe, doesn’t it?

Even then, that only applies to half of the architecture, as the other half breaks up the yellow with some white, reminiscent of a certain OTHER watery location in Sonic's past...

We also have the giant fountains sprinkled around the place. There are two types of fountains to be exact, both of which may seem familiar to the attentive eye...

The difference? They're larger. MUCH larger. As in, you can actually platform your way on and around them.

As for what’s inside? It's exactly how you'd imagine it to be, albeit exaggerated even further to befit a Sonic level.

And in-tune with the beachside mood, the Chao Garden found nearby would take a page from the one in Station Square...

...with a little extra flavor of this...

...complete with miniature water slides and the like for the adorable inhabitants... the inhabitants that Eggman currently has an unexplained interest in. How do the Chao factor into his latest plan?

Heh heh, only I and those I've discussed it with in PMs know that for now.

First Section (outside): Windy and Ripply (Sonic Adventure) Ocean Palace (Sonic Heroes)

Second Section (inside): Data Select (Tee Lopes) Wii Shop Channel - Mii Channel (Super Smash Bros. Wii U)

3-3: Aquarium Gallery

Disappointed that Crazy Rapids lacked that smooth red-on-blue contrast that Aquarium Park from Sonic Colours had? Well we can’t all be in the same league as Eggman sadly, but fear not, for the similarly named Aquarium Gallery gets right in on the action, combining red walls and an overall upper class aesthetic...

...with the expected quantities of shimmering blue that comes with the aquarium setting. And with glass tanks of great size, comes great fishies to go along with them.

The black and white checkered floor would also be a must. It's a Sonic game, we gotta have a checkered pattern somewhere. It just works. /ToddCrusher

Don't worry about the living conditions for the fish here, by the way. Eggman mechanizing them aside, the people who work at the park - and those who visit it - make sure to treat all the marine life with the utmost respect and kindness. Just a shame that they're apparently not so willing to lend that same understanding to Trudy... but it does provide an early hint that despite the few genuine bad apples who are outright antagonistic towards Trudy, most of the folks ignorant to her condition are exactly that at worst: ignorant. Meaning, despite first impressions, most of them are not bad people at heart, and with a little help and persistence, it's not entirely impossible that they can eventually learn to understand and sympathise with Trudy's situation.

In other words, they have more dimension than the background characters in Sonic Boom, where they're all mostly a bunch of one-note arseholes with little redeeming qualities and don’t deserve to be saved by Sonic in the slightest.

Anyhow, eventually, after a trip through one of those sweet underwater tunnels...

...we find ourselves in the cavern area, where red is exchanged for turquoise, and there are reflected ripples galore. Since the Marble Caves in Chile already look halfway to being a Sonic level due to its unique formations, that's the best comparison I can make here.

Too blue, you might say? Well, the sunset from earlier would be poking through the holes in the wall, adding some warm to the cool once more... the giant seashells everywhere help spice it up too.

Like these, but bigger than Ken Penders’ ego.

If that’s even possible...

First Section (aquarium): Rooftop Run - Night (Sonic Unleashed) Coconut Mall (Mario Kart Wii)

Second Section (caves): Sea Shell Shenanigans (Crash Bandicoot: The Wrath of Cortex) Dire, Dire Docks (Super Mario 64)

3-4: Hydro Plant

The outside structure for this place is shaped like a giant wall, which predictably brings the Hoover Dam to mind:

And that applies inside as well, at least initially. The similarities indoors come mostly from the generators, as well as the sheer size of the place.

Since it's considerably rustier however, we have darker lighting in place, with the sunset outside preventing it from being too dark inside. There’s also a copious amount of daring graffiti caused by hoodlums... or maybe Eggman, since he'd probably be the type to do that to any property that isn't his. Some of this graffiti would look very impressive...

While others would... uh...

Look, they tried, okay?

With all this graffiti, that means there’s opportunity for a generous helping of cheeky references to previous installments if you’re able to find them... and if you can understand them. To this day, the typo in “make belif reborn” has not been corrected. Absolutely disgusting.

But as the fic dictates, the further you go on, the tidier and more high tech it becomes. Simply put, this section would remind one of Aquatic Base from '06, mainly because I've always liked the idea despite its characteristically terrible level design, so why not salvage the concept and give it a second chance?

With some added flavor to make it less monotone, mind you. Like actual water sections, some green lights to break up all the blue, giant crab robot threatening to kill you... the works.

Sonic may be glad that this zone is behind him, but little does he know, it's not the only zone with intense water action around these parts. Luckily for him, that won't be for a while, so he can breathe a sigh of relief for now. Still, we know Eggman has other ways of keeping the gang on their toes...

First Section (rusty): Wily Stage 2 (Mega Man 7) Pokey Pipes (Donkey Kong Country 3)

Second Section (high tech): Ocean Base Act 1 (Sonic Advance 3) H2 Oh No (Crash Bandicoot: The Wrath of Cortex)

#Creating Viridonia #Sonic the Hedgehog #Fanfiction

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wroteclassicaly · 4 years

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Dibs

A/N: Heeeeeeeey, loves! I’m back and pretty proud of this one! It’s a two part story, this obviously being the first part. Smut will be in the next one. I’ve wanted to write this idea since I came up with it the night of the season premiere.

Reader is plus size in this one. She is also Chef Bertie’s daughter. There’s some major self-esteem issues and some self-bashing in this one, so be warned. I hope ya’ll enjoy! Lemme know what you think? :)

P.S. I’ve changed a few things around to fit the reader in. Dialogue, mostly. It’s not that much of a change though, so don’t worry.

Also, I can’t seem to get my taglist to work right, so I don’t tag anyone. I’m sorry. :(

Pairing: Xavier Plympton x Female reader

Word count: 2,691

Warnings: Explicit language, references to smut and virginity, self-esteem issues, poor body image issues

Looking forward to something during the summer months wasn't usually your forte, but this season seemed to be taking drastic approaching turns already. You'd been coerced into coming help your mom work the kitchen of Camp Redwood. Massacres and legends galore, bugs and snakes touring your housing. Sounded so fun to you. Your mom didn't want to leave you at your home alone, so you hesitantly agreed to get away from the dangers in Los Angeles and help out at the camp with her.

The drive up you imagined all sorts of various and vile scenarios. Woods and stories caught your imagination and refused to leave without a searing tongue lashed haunting. Your mom had assured you things would be okay this time around, that she wouldn't let anything happen to you, but it still felt so unsettling to be surrounded by nothing but dirt and trees and a large body of midnight fresh water. For your mom, however, you opted for the positive side of things, and sucked it up. You met with the eccentric and eerie Margaret, hovering closely to any exits you could think about, then escaped to the cabin you would be sharing with your mother to put your things away.

Margaret had informed you and your mom that a group of counselor volunteers would be arriving in the afternoon, leaving your stomach to tumble into the anxiety founded pits it always was. You hated much social interaction, even living in one of the world's largest cities. You avoided leisure activities and parties that were too high octane. You cared only about the peace and quiet, a few close friends, your books, and your music. You were grateful you had been permitted to bring along some albums and your record player, because without it, you could not function.

Setting out your music, you had tasked yourself out to sweep and mop the dining hall and kitchen. Covered in sweat and grime, hair pulled back into a messy mopped bun, the entire area became brand new once more. So much so that you had to stand and admire, the enriching draped melodies from Stevie Wonder casting a serene, echoing production to highlight your hard work. You hadn't noticed until Margaret jabbed a nail into your tank top clad shoulder, causing you to nearly deck her in the face with your broom handle. She raised a manicured brow, annoyance perched on her poker faced features, asking you to come meet the newest additions to the staff, as they would be arriving soon and you still had to bring food into the kitchen pantry.

Reluctantly, you followed your camp leader out into your new life for the next few months.

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Present day: The First Night

Your insides feel as if they have all been twisted together like licorice, coolness spreading through your veins, erecting goosebumps all across your flesh. You self-consciously grip your noticeable stomach, already prepared for an array of flashy and skimpy clothed girls to accompany muscular, tight fitted guys. You don't fit in. Not being more than overweight, but what doctors seemed to call obese, with a swell to your face and the rest of you in places all around your thick form. In this day and age, not many girls your size are praised or celebrated in music and on television.

Sure, there were a few, but the movies you have seen are the overweight girl being an extra, a classmate, the bestfriend, the loner, the reject, or the propping joke. Fat is funny in LA, you aren't stupid. And no matter how far you run from it, you'd have to face scrutiny, even here. Your thinking is pregnant with triplets on this one, as you don't even bat a blink walking out with the Carrie White's mother - Margaret White -esque Camp owner, to meet everyone. Worn sneakers and boots from different brand names dusted in California soil is what you see before meeting the eyes of a very petite brunette.

That's the first counselor that smacks your self-esteem straight into the pits of hell. And the blonde girl near her in the colorful and tight outfit? Yeah, you want to find a hole and dig it twelve feet under. Six feet for your humiliation, adding on an additional six for your fat ass body. You want to run, but, yeah, right.

If you don't speak then you will look stupid, more so than you do now, covered in perspiration and dirt smudges. Margaret makes an introduction that collides right into you stepping behind your mom, getting an eyeful of the two handsome guys with the girls, reaching for a crate of eggs, attempting to look busy as to bay the awkward pause. Everyone says a few brisk words of greeting, those male counselors snickering. Why did you come here? The risks back home are far more tempting right about now.

Your nose catches the scent first, the sound of the person's shoes hitting ground second. Clad in this overly musky scent that seems to glide itself across the air, a rapturous, creamy silk-like voice hits the atmosphere and flips you head over ass.

"Dibs."

Your mom is snapping back with her wit, shoving her crate into his hands and moving away from his speechless face to leave you visible. Standing still, your box seemingly heavy, body light, you can't but help yourself to a heaping serving of observation. His pants are tan, or white, belt tightly securing those defined hips, his sneakers stretched over long feet (don't they say long feet mean... okay then, holy fuck), and sea-foam green muscle tank that leaves nothing to the imagination, except how much leverage you'd have to straddle his chest...

"And this is Y/N. She's joining us with her mother, whom is Chef Bertie. She won't be bunking with the ladies, however. But I still expect of all you to get along and make her feel apart of things, as she will also be partaking in counselor duties for the summer." Margaret's voice interjects, right smack into your looking into this guy's angelically crafted face.

You can't see what color his eyes are over his designer frames, just blue hued glimpses reflected off California sunshine. His plump lips are wet with amusement and surprise at your reveal, jaw sharp and alert, so arching and shaped it can cut through glass. There's a small cross dangling from his left ear, his hair is frosted at the top. He looks like some guitarist that has actual angel wings. His arms are steady, hands big.

You can swear there's a saxophone player somewhere playing a soundtrack for this very moment. You kind of, no, record SCRATCH that, you definitely need to find a seat somewhere and pour a glass of ice water over your head. For a fleeting moment you think you might need to attempt Olympic running towards the infirmary, cause this is some sort of General Hospital soap opera scene. You can't stop yourself from how you do react though. Biting your upper lip, eyes dashing mad all across his body, you're engulfed in more than the summer California heat.

You see the metal of his silver cross earring catch the light, and you know that even God himself can't help you now. Looking at this man in the blue shirt, you feel as if you've committed a lifetime of the most blood deep sins. You feel the need to ask Margaret to save you in the lake, some prayer needing to happen before you feel anymore guilt for objectifying this stranger. What feels like never-ending hours is merely a minute at most, making you look even more awkward and ignorant. Margaret does save you this time, introducing each counselor, the sensual blue eyed boy called Xavier Plympton, to your amusement, then with a seemingly arrogant grin on her peach painted lips, demands you take Xavier and the other two attractive male counselors - Ray and Chet, to finish carrying the crates of fruit and eggs to the kitchen pantry.

A dying 'hi' towards the friendly faces of the group is all you muster, rolling a shoulder back to the truck for the boys to take the hint. Xavier already has his share from what your mom gave him, so it's quick work for the other two. You don't talk, don't look at any of them on the way into the large dining area and back into the kitchen where your mom is hard at work. All the guys pile beside you, so you figure that now is the time to find your damn voice box and activate its fucking switch.

"You can just leave the stuff here, guys. Some of the other staff is in charge of stocking it anyways. They're real particular on everything, you know? We appreciate your help!" You ramble on, eyes widening when you spot Xavier - shades now clipped to his collar - smirking at you, pearly whites gleaming tauntingly.

Everyone, yourself included, all discard your food onto the chipped wooden counter. You fold your hands into fists on its hard surface, knuckles pressing together, lips pinched tight, feeling this tickle attack you from the tips of your toes and back, leaving you absolutely parched and winded both.

"So you're the Chef's daughter, huh?" Ray is the first to speak to you.

You turn to his direction to see him leaning a few feet beside you, propped against the end of the countertop by his elbow. His smile is genuine, calm, excited even.

He must really have wanted to be here this summer.

"Yeah." Is your proud response. Your mom is a hard worker with a zero tolerance policy for bullshit or dumbasses, so you're very proud to call yourself her child.

"Kind of a given you'd be here with her, right? That's cool. Most kids wouldn't volunteer their time to help their Mama at some sweaty ass camp in the middle of nowhere. You even gettin' anything in return from this?" Ray questions again.

Your body warms a little, not used to this duration of a conversation, let alone by someone this cute, this cool, who seems nice enough. You find yourself softening towards his presence, friendly and open in your answers.

"She'll share whatever she makes with me, so it's a win win. I have to clean the camp, so I'll also pull in my own money, then we put it all together. Living in LA is fucking expensive."

"Wait-" Chet cuts in. "You still live with your mom? Aren't you in your twenties or some shit? Don't you have any plans back home?"

Yup, there it is.

You were expecting some sort of snide commentary from at least someone in this group. You're unsure how to answer. It's not that your lifestyle is something you're ashamed of, it's just that you're beyond sick and tired at the ridicule it brings. Your mood is deflated, head bowing a little at Chet's laughter. Maybe it's not malicious, but to you, it isn't funny either.

"At least she didn't blow a chunk of cash on condoms and cheap ass cologne to impress Brooke. No one likes a cocky counselor, Chet." Sounds to your left.

Ray snorts into his hand, easing back at Xavier's biting remark. Your jaw becomes unhinged with a loud giggle that makes Xavier lick his tongue across the top edge of his teeth. He's super focused on you, sharing this knowing that eases and unsettles you all at once. Ray and Chet begin a bicker at Chet's expense, Xavier continuing to watch you in a similar fashion as you were observing him earlier. The floor feels like lava under your feet, your legs jello.

"Better get back outside, kids. Boss lady will be getting impatient." Your mom's helper speaks to you from the kitchen.

You give him a nod, trance broken. Moving one foot in front of the other is hard, but you get it right, breezing past Xavier and the rest, right back into the summer heat wave.

~*~

After the conversation your mom directed over her history with this Camp and her current decision to return, Margaret invited you to tour the grounds again with everyone else after formal introductions were completed. You weren't going to disagree, not with the possibility of sneaking looks in Xavier's way, hearing the things that came from his perfect mouth. You're fucking sickening, like some dingbat ditz on a sugar high that's having an affair with lust. The whole tour was boring and subpar, but worth it to see Xavier in action. Margaret stops everyone outside the cabin with, in your opinion, the finest views, to preach her rules onto everyone.

You're cringing, already choking on heaps of unshed laughter and snorts. Everyone but Brooke seems to be amused. Brooke seems the most like you, so it's a comfort. Xavier has his debate locked and gone, metaphoric smoke trailing behind of his tongue, following his words like a steaming mug of honey-hot tea. After his fist bump with Ray he makes sure to give a nodding little grin your way.

A bashful smile colors your mouth.

"Y/N is true to her pure body, to herself, to the Lord. She hasn't polluted it with the perversions of today, have you, sweetheart?" Margaret's voice is that bucket of ice water you could've used earlier.

You have to grab onto the other side of the doorway to keep it together, your heartbeat in your throat. How in the fuck does she know what you do, or for that damned matter, if you've done anyone before? The entirety of everyone's attention is on you now. Your eyes are sharp on Margaret's, her joy apparent. You see right through her bullshit.

She can read people, and she's just used that to her very public advantage.

Whatever. Fuck her.

"I don't know how you’d know about my personal life, or why it matters towards the situation of a damned summer camp, Miss Booth." You snap, cheeks hot with anger, neck flushed with adrenaline.

Her head twitches as if she's some robotic experiment in a lab, but she catches herself, a plastered on smile melting back into place. "Damned is the farthest thing from the grounds on which this Camp sits, Y/N. And as for your earlier inquiry? I have known your mother for half of my adult life, so that means I also know you."

You're in place, still stunned. How does knowing your mom have anything to do with Margaret knowing you're a virgin? It's not something your mom would broadcast to anyone. Luckily, it's a dropped topic. You're given looks you expect, especially by Chet and Montana. Ray and Brooke, who stops to turn around and give a compassionate smile, are the more sympathetic and understanding.

That leaves... him. You're petrified to turn and see his cliché reaction. He doesn't say anything, not at first, only moving past you. But when stops, a partial pivot, there's an almost relieved expression on his face. The breeze picks up a little, making you brush a lock of escaped hair from your messy style.

The grass and dirt crunches under his weight as he approaches you, stopping a decent distance. You can't breathe, can't comprehend anything out of this shared airspace. The wind has the little cross swaying against his lobe, his lips are plump, the blue in his eyes darkening to the shadows of the summer shade. There's rain on the air. It's going to rain tonight.

"You know I teach at an exercise studio in Los Angeles, Y/N? I'm good at helping people learn."

So he's baiting me to come to his gym with my fat body? Prolong the shame?

You want to further scold yourself for thinking he'd be anything but a shallow Hollywood hottie. Typical.

Before the tears even make themselves form, Xavier is moving closer. You don't stop him, don't take the out his slow and respectful pace is giving you. He's tilting in a little more so that wisp of frosted hair brushes your nose, his breath warm and minty.

"A virgin, huh? I guess it works out that I'm a teacher."

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makerof150papermasks · 6 years

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Hamlet Mariofied Act 5 Scene 1

Bolded names refer to the Mario characters playing the roles. The character role names remain the same in the context of the play and its dialogue.

Iggy = First Gravedigger

Lemmy = Second Gravedigger

Mario = Hamlet

Luigi = Horatio

Bowser = Claudius

Peach = Gertrude

Larry = Laertes

Geno = Priest

The King of Grass Land = Yorick

Act V, Scene 1

Elsinore. A churchyard.

Enter Iggy and Lemmy, [with spades and pickaxes]. Haunty Halls Theme.

Iggy. Is she to be buried in Christian burial when she wilfully seeks her own salvation?

Lemmy. I tell thee she is; therefore make her grave straight.

The crowner hath sate on her, and finds it Christian burial.

Iggy How can that be, unless she drown'd herself in her own

defence?

Lemmy. Why, 'tis found so.

Iggy. It must be se offendendo; it cannot be else. For here lies

the point: if I drown myself wittingly, it argues an act; and an

act hath three branches-it is to act, to do, and to perform;

argal, she drown'd herself wittingly.

Lemmy. Nay, but hear you, Goodman Delver!

Iggy. Give me leave. Here lies the water; good. Here stands the

man; good. If the man go to this water and drown himself, it is,

will he nill he, he goes- mark you that. But if the water come to

him and drown him, he drowns not himself. Argal, he that is not

guilty of his own death shortens not his own life.

Lemmy. But is this law?

Iggy. Ay, marry, is't- crowner's quest law.

Lemmy. Will you ha' the truth an't? If this had not been a

gentlewoman, she should have been buried out o' Christian burial.

Iggy. Why, there thou say'st! And the more pity that great folk

should have count'nance in this world to drown or hang themselves

more than their even-Christian. Come, my spade! There is no

ancient gentlemen but gard'ners, ditchers, and grave-makers. They

hold up Adam's profession.

Lemmy. Was he a gentleman?

Iggy. 'A was the first that ever bore arms.

Lemmy. Why, he had none.

Iggy. What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the Scripture?

The Scripture says Adam digg'd. Could he dig without arms? I'll

put another question to thee. If thou answerest me not to the

purpose, confess thyself-

Lemmy. Go to!

Iggy. What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the

shipwright, or the carpenter?

Lemmy. The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand

tenants.

Iggy. I like thy wit well, in good faith. The gallows does well.

But how does it well? It does well to those that do ill. Now,

thou dost ill to say the gallows is built stronger than the

church. Argal, the gallows may do well to thee. To't again, come!

Lemmy. Who builds stronger than a mason, a shipwright, or a

carpenter?

Iggy. Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.

Lemmy. Marry, now I can tell!

Iggy. To't.

Lemmy. Mass, I cannot tell.

Enter Mario and Luigi afar off.

Iggy. Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your dull ass will

not mend his pace with beating; and when you are ask'd this

question next, say 'a grave-maker.' The houses he makes lasts

till doomsday. Go, get thee to Yaughan; fetch me a stoup of

liquor.

[Exit Lemmy.]

[Iggy digs and sings.]

Iggy. In youth when I did love, did love,

Methought it was very sweet;

To contract- O- the time for- a- my behove,

O, methought there- a- was nothing- a- meet.

Mario. Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he sings at

grave-making?

Luigi. Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.

Mario. 'Tis e'en so. The hand of little employment hath the daintier

sense.

Iggy. [sings]

But age with his stealing steps

Hath clawed me in his clutch,

And hath shipped me intil the land,

As if I had never been such.

[Throws up a skull.]

Mario. That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once. How the

knave jowls it to the ground,as if 'twere Cain's jawbone, that

did the first murther! This might be the pate of a Politician,

which this ass now o'erreaches; one that would circumvent God,

might it not?

Luigi. It might, my lord.

Mario. Or of a courtier, which could say 'Good morrow, sweet lord!

How dost thou, good lord?' This might be my Lord Such-a-one, that

prais'd my Lord Such-a-one's horse when he meant to beg it- might

it not?

Luigi. Ay, my lord.

Mario. Why, e'en so! and now my Lady Worm's, chapless, and knock'd

about the mazzard with a sexton's spade. Here's fine revolution,

and we had the trick to see't. Did these bones cost no more the

breeding but to play at loggets with 'em? Mine ache to think

on't.

Iggy. [Sings]

A pickaxe and a spade, a spade,

For and a shrouding sheet;

O, a Pit of clay for to be made

For such a guest is meet.

[Throws up another skull].

Mario. There's another. Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer?

Where be his quiddits now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures,

and his tricks? Why does he suffer this rude knave now to knock

him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not tell him

of his action of battery? Hum! This fellow might be in's time a

great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recognizances, his

fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries. Is this the fine of

his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have his fine

pate full of fine dirt? Will his vouchers vouch him no more of

his purchases, and double ones too, than the length and breadth

of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of his lands will

scarcely lie in this box; and must th' inheritor himself have no

more, ha?

Luigi. Not a jot more, my lord.

Mario. Is not parchment made of sheepskins?

Luigi. Ay, my lord, And of calveskins too.

Mario. They are sheep and calves which seek out assurance in that. I

will speak to this fellow. Whose grave's this, sirrah?

Iggy. Mine, sir.

[Sings] O, a pit of clay for to be made

For such a guest is meet.

Mario. I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in't.

Iggy. You lie out on't, sir, and therefore 'tis not yours.

For my part, I do not lie in't, yet it is mine.

Mario. Thou dost lie in't, to be in't and say it is thine. 'Tis for

the dead, not for the quick; therefore thou liest.

Iggy. 'Tis a quick lie, sir; 'twill away again from me to you.

Mario. What man dost thou dig it for?

Iggy. For no man, sir.

Mario. What woman then?

Iggy. For none neither.

Mario. Who is to be buried in't?

Iggy. One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.

Mario. How absolute the knave is! We must speak by the card, or

equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, this three years

I have taken note of it, the age is grown so picked that the toe

of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier he galls

his kibe.- How long hast thou been a grave-maker?

Iggy. Of all the days i' th' year, I came to't that day that our

last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.

Mario. How long is that since?

Iggy. Cannot you tell that? Every fool can tell that. It was the

very day that young Hamlet was born- he that is mad, and sent

into England.

Mario. Ay, marry, why was be sent into England?

Iggy. Why, because 'a was mad. 'A shall recover his wits there;

or, if 'a do not, 'tis no great matter there.

Mario. Why?

Iggy. 'Twill not he seen in him there. There the men are as mad as

he.

Mario. How came he mad?

Iggy. Very strangely, they say.

Mario. How strangely?

Iggy. Faith, e'en with losing his wits.

Mario. Upon what ground?

Iggy. Why, here in Denmark. I have been sexton here, man and boy

thirty years.

Mario. How long will a man lie i' th' earth ere he rot?

Iggy. Faith, if 'a be not rotten before 'a die (as we have many

pocky corses now-a-days that will scarce hold the laying in, I

will last you some eight year or nine year. A tanner will last

you nine year.

Mario. Why he more than another?

Iggy. Why, sir, his hide is so tann'd with his trade that 'a will

keep out water a great while; and your water is a sore decayer of

your whoreson dead body. Here's a skull now. This skull hath lien

you i' th' earth three-and-twenty years.

Hamlet. Whose was it?

Iggy. A whoreson, mad fellow's it was. Whose do you think it was?

Mario. Nay, I know not.

Iggy. A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! 'A pour'd a flagon of

Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's

skull, the King's jester.

Mario. This?

Iggy. E'en that.

Mario. Let me see. [Takes the skull of The King of Grass Land. Play Grass Land tune.] Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him,

Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He

hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred

in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those

lips that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes

now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that

were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your

own grinning? Quite chap- fall'n? Now get you to my lady's

chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this

favour she must come. Make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio,

tell me one thing.

Luigi. What's that, my lord?

Mario. Dost thou think Alexander look'd o' this fashion i' th' earth?

Luigi. E'en so.

Mario. And smelt so? Pah!

[Puts down the skull.]

Luigi. E'en so, my lord.

Mario. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not

imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander till he find it

stopping a bunghole?

Luigi. 'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.

Mario. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty

enough, and likelihood to lead it; as thus: Alexander died,

Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust; the dust is

earth; of earth we make loam; and why of that loam (whereto he

was converted) might they not stop a beer barrel?

Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,

Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.

O, that that earth which kept the world in awe

Should patch a wall t' expel the winter's flaw!

But soft! but soft! aside! Here comes the King-

Enter Geno and others with a coffin in funeral procession, Bowser,

Peach, Larry, with Lords attendant. Initiate Ending Orchestration from Super Mario RPG.

The Queen, the courtiers. Who is this they follow?

And with such maimed rites? This doth betoken

The corse they follow did with desp'rate hand

Fordo it own life. 'Twas of some estate.

Couch we awhile, and mark.

[Retires with Luigi.]

Larry. What ceremony else?

Mario. That is Laertes,

A very noble youth. Mark.

Larry. What ceremony else?

Geno. Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd

As we have warranty. Her death was doubtful;

And, but that great command o'ersways the order,

She should in ground unsanctified have lodg'd

Till the last trumpet. For charitable prayers,

Shards, flints, and pebbles should be thrown on her.

Yet here she is allow'd her virgin rites,

Her maiden strewments, and the bringing home

Of bell and burial.

Larry. Must there no more be done?

Geno. No more be done.

We should profane the service of the dead

To sing a requiem and such rest to her

As to peace-parted souls.

Larry. Lay her i' th' earth;

And from her fair and unpolluted flesh

May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest,

A minist'ring angel shall my sister be

When thou liest howling.

Mario. What, the fair Ophelia?

Peach. Sweets to the sweet! Farewell.

[Scatters flowers.]

I hop'd thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife;

I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,

And not have strew'd thy grave.

Larry. O, treble woe

Fall ten times treble on that cursed head

Whose wicked deed thy most ingenious sense

Depriv'd thee of! Hold off the earth awhile,

Till I have caught her once more in mine arms.

[Leaps in the grave.]

Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead

Till of this flat a mountain you have made

T' o'ertop old Pelion or the skyish head

Of blue Olympus.

Mario. [comes forward] What is he whose grief

Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow

Conjures the wand'ring stars, and makes them stand

Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,

Hamlet the Dane. [Leaps in after Larry.]

Larry. The devil take thy soul!

[Grapples with him.]

Mario. Thou pray'st not well.

I prithee take thy fingers from my throat;

For, though I am not splenitive and rash,

Yet have I in me something dangerous,

Which let thy wisdom fear. Hold off thy hand!

Bowser. Pluck them asunder.

Peach. Hamlet, Hamlet!

All. Gentlemen!

Luigi. Good my lord, be quiet.

[The Attendants part them, and they come out of the grave.]

Mario. Why, I will fight with him upon this theme

Until my eyelids will no longer wag.

Peach. O my son, what theme?

Mario. I lov'd Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers

Could not (with all their quantity of love)

Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?

Bowser. O, he is mad, Laertes.

Peach. For love of God, forbear him!

Mario. 'Swounds, show me what thou't do.

Woo't weep? woo't fight? woo't fast? woo't tear thyself?

Woo't drink up esill? eat a crocodile?

I'll do't. Dost thou come here to whine?

To outface me with leaping in her grave?

Be buried quick with her, and so will I.

And if thou prate of mountains, let them throw

Millions of acres on us, till our ground,

Singeing his pate against the burning zone,

Make Ossa like a wart! Nay, an thou'lt mouth,

I'll rant as well as thou.

Peach. This is mere madness;

And thus a while the fit will work on him.

Anon, as patient as the female dove

When that her golden couplets are disclos'd,

His silence will sit drooping.

Mario. Hear you, sir!

What is the reason that you use me thus?

I lov'd you ever. But it is no matter.

Let Hercules himself do what he may,

The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.

Exit.

Bowser. I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him.

Exit Luigi.

[To Larry] Strengthen your patience in our last night's speech.

We'll put the matter to the present push.-

Good Gertrude, set some watch over your son.-

This grave shall have a living monument.

An hour of quiet shortly shall we see;

Till then in patience our proceeding be.

Exeunt.

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beevean · 7 years

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Wanted Random Thoughts

The Trial:

- Ok, so the lawyer Gem is Zircon, both Blue and Yellow (Green?) Zircon have the same Gem placement for some reason, and she is voiced by Amy Sedaris like I hoped =D bring in the crossover memes!

- I feel bad for the poor thing, she's like... in a twisted version of Farewell, My Turnabout from Justice For All. From her perspective, she's forced to defend a horrible criminal, who also isn't even trying to help her case, and if she loses, SHE'll be shattered. "Most unlucky Zircon in the galaxy" indeed.

- (also it's been 100% confirmed that the same type of Gem can work for a different Diamond. And Gems under YD are all smug smirking pricks)

- Speaking of Zircon... she's the very first Gem that reminded me that Gems' bodies are fake. She looks so unreal, with her blocky clothes (so blocky her sleeves don't have holes) and her hairdo/headscarf thing. She also looks like she's wandered here from Gravity Falls, but that's another matter.

- Is... is Blue Pearl doodling during the trial? Can you stop being adorable for one second? (nah, who am I kidding, knowing SU this will be foreshadowing for her rebellion :V)

- They actually called Eyeball as a witness. Even after five seasons, I'm so happy when they acknowledge continuity like this. Glad to see Navy saved them all, too.

- Blue Diamond continues to be the most chilling of the two known Diamonds and to have the most beautiful voice in the entire cast. I love her so much <3 just seeing Steven alone in front of the Diamonds is a very powerful moment. (and I think they got even taller than the last time?)

- Steven trying to imagine how Rose Shattered PD, while making sense in the narrative, was such a moment of cringe that I just had to skip.

- "IT WAS A SWORD!" ... wow. When BD asked how did Rose shatter PD, I thought that she suspected that Steven is not the real Rose. And holy fuck that display of power SHE HAS THE POWER TO MAKE PEOPLE CRY IT'S COOL AND HILARIOUS AT THE SAME TIME

- no, seriously, I think she has the power of projecting her emotions, and it nicely explains how Steven, a natural empath, was affected by her even when so far away

- A sword, huh? Guess Bismuth just couldn't help herself but making the sword more deadly that Rose asked for. There's more to it, I'm sure.

- "Where was her Pearl?" Oooh, could it be? Could it be that we know who she was? =D And the expressions on YP and BP's faces... the lightes interpretation is that they're shocked that a Pearl didn't do her duty. But... I think they know something.

- "Someone... like one of YOUUUUU!" Welp, Zircon is so desperate she wants to die already. Also I can't help but notice that she accused both Yellow and Blue, the ones in front of her... but not White. Not "one of you three". Mh.

- BD has the power to make people cry, and YD to fry their ass in a second. That's... a bit of an imbalance.

- "giant crazy chicks" oh Lars

- HOMEWORLD HOMEWORLD THE REAL HOMEWORLD

- IT LOOKS SO ALIEN AND THERE'S A SILHOUETTE OF WHITE DIAMOND

- AAAAAAAA

Off Colors:

- rip palanquin

- "I think that movie... was about dinosaurs" That's the closest they could reference Jurassic Park, isn't it?

- THOSE RED GEMS REMIND ME OF THE GEM EXPERIMENTS IN THE KINDERGARTEN AND I'M UNCOMFORTABLE

- So the "off colors" are the defective Gems that should have been shattered. That's interesting. Considering how Holly Blue addressed the Beta Quartzes, it kinda sounds like a slur.

- "What is this place?" A long love letter to The Enigma of Amigara Fault.

- A PERMAFUSION OF A PEARL AND A RUBY (?)!!!!! RHODONITE!!!!!! I love her already =D

- The pink and green Sapphire was the only thing I was spoiled by, thankfully. And now I understand why someone found SU spoilers in the Princess Peach tag.

- Is Padparadscha's defect her vision? Like, she predicts things too late? I have a feeling I'll love her too. (it would be so funny if she also had two eyes as a defect)

- WHAT IN THE FRESH HOLY FUCK IS THAT CREATURE

- Huh. I think I just got answered on the question "How is cross-gem Fusion seen now after 5000 years?". Apparently, the Fusions have to hide with the defects. Nothing's changed! =D

- Fluorite's a six-Gems Fusion? And she doesn't seem to be unstable at all (aside for the fact that she speaks really slowly and looks like a caterpillar). I'm impressed.

- I kinda wish Rhodonite Fused with Padparadscha to form a weird version of Sardonyx.

- Awwww the did the chest five <3

- Lars just took his first level in badass! I'm so proud of him!

- Yep, I love Padparadscha. I love how our Sapphire is stoic and cold because she can see the future, while Padparadscha is so happy-go-lucky because she can't and she pretty much lives in the moment.

- LARS NO

- ... they can't do that, can they? They can't kill a major minor character while he's in the middle of a massive CD D:

- Oh. That's... fortunate. Now Steven has healing tears.

- ... at least now he doesn't have to drool all over people.

- I'll miss Lars' red hair =(

- WAIT I GET THE TITLE NOW LARS IS OFF COLOR

Lars' Head:

- New storyboarder! Madeline Queripel!

- I hope Lars will joke how the sissiness of his pink skin is balanced by the badass scar on his eye.

- Wait. Lars turned into a human version of Lion. Is... is that how he was created? Did Rose resurrect a normal lion?

- "You're going to... possess me again?" Why, why do you love to remind me of That Episode?

- I wish I could send someone the frame of Steven's foot in Lars' hair with no context

- "You're Fusing!" don't tease us like that Rhodonite

- Oh, he created another little island next to the one in Lion's mane! That one was Rose's, and now Steven has his own! ... although I find a bit more unethical to use a human being as you pocket dimension.

- ... what. He can go home that easily? It feels... cheap.

- Well, I guess they can't go that route because Lars can't go in his own hair.

- Lars isn't hungry... did he gain other superpowers?

- No Lars don't stay behind, what about Sadie? What about your parents? They love you and you know it D:

- “You brought me back to life, let me be someone who deserved it” Damn it Lars don’t make me cry with your relatability OF COURSE YOU DESERVE TO LIVE

- Welp, it's official, Lars became my second favorite human behind Greg. I hope we'll see him and the other off colors soon.

- ok but I wanted to see Greg's reaction when they told him Steven went in space to die

Conclusion: What can I say? Beautiful bomb. There wasn't an episode that I found less than excellent. New interesting characters (Rhodolite and Padparadscha are my new faves), new hints to old questions, and tons of CD for our Lars, who I can’t believe I used to hate.

... now I just want answers on that white silhouette.

#steven universe #steven universe spoilers

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