#but I would’ve just been rewriting that whole scene

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They went together au! (X)

#I wanted to keeping making stuff for that third drawing/comic #but I would’ve just been rewriting that whole scene #and no one needs to see me going COMPLETELY insane #anyways when they hashtag balance the force and balance each other #do not tag this as ship art #please god please dont please lord ple #art #fanart #digital art #fan art #star wars #sw #luke skywalker #leia organa

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

your writing is incredible! do you mind writing something about dilf dave mustaine corrupting young female reader

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoy my writing!

A/n: I got, like, halfway through writing this and then had a better idea on how I could've answered this request but I didn't want to rewrite it because I still liked the story so I hope you still like it just as much :3

Warnings: Smut, unprotected pnv, oral(male receiving), fingering(reader receiving), if you think I missed anything please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

The sunset strip. Many things come to mind at the sound of that title. Band startups, drinking and drugging, all things surrounding rock, punk, metal and all sorts of other kinds of music. This was the scene, and you were finally here.

After high school you skipped out on the gap year and went straight to getting higher degrees. After those years of extra gruelling homework you took your break, taking a well deserved time off before heading into the workforce.

This being your year of true freedom, a kind you probably won’t get close to again, you went to the one place you’ve always wanted to be. The sunset strip.

Now, you weren’t much of a party person. When all your friends were out at someone’s house you were at home studying, reading, a few jobs on and off. The whole crowded place was not something you wanted. But the sunset strip was where you wanted to be all that time. Even though it was way out of your comfort zone.

You looked through some of the clothes in a store you found called ‘Retail Slut’. The clothes were of all kinds and you were quite happy to be digging in all of it, unique smells and all.

In the back there was a small stand of records which you thought were pretty cool. While you were going through them a tall man with ginger hair came up to the table and seemed to be pretending to look around at the albums. You caught him glancing at you a few times and he eventually spoke up.

“I haven’t seen you around here before,” he said, “new to town?” He had this friendly presence to him. His smile was warm and he had the cutest glasses on. He wore this cute brown coat and light blue jeans. Fall incarnate. A fallen leaf on a frosty day.

“Just visiting, I grew up watching everything happen here and I’d never been.” You explained. The man nodded in understanding. You picked up an album with a hammer in a red and black frame titled ‘Kill ‘em All’. The ginger haired fellow took it from you and put it under another stack of albums further down the table.

“I’ve listened to some of their shit, you wouldn’t like it.” He stated, glaring down at the assortment of other records.

“How would you know what I’d like?” You asked, crossing your arms around your chest. The man looked up at you. He eyed you from head to toe, biting his lip as he did so.

“There’s a band playing just around the corner at a bar I like.” He walked around the table to stand in front of you. “Care to join me?” He asked, holding a hand out for you to take. You hesitated for a moment. You’ve never done anything like this before, running off with a stranger to some bar. Right into a party? No one ever would’ve taken you for the type, least of all yourself.

But this was the strip, and you came here to be free. So you took his hand and he led you out of the thrift store.

You walked down the streets hand in hand. You kept scanning around at everything happening, all the laughing, smiling faces. Rock posters everywhere, record stores, guitar shops. Everything you’ve dreamed of.

“I’m Dave, by the way.” The man said. You’d been trying to work up the courage to ask but the words kept fizzling out before they came out of your mouth. “In case you were wondering what name to call out tonight.” You thought about it for a moment, trying to think of a scenario where you’d need to call for him when it clicked as to what he was referring to. Your cheeks heated up and your gaze fell to the ground as you entered a dark club.

Dave threw an arm over your shoulder, keeping you close in the crowded area. Being so close to him you could smell his cologne. The stench of the club nearly covered it but you managed to focus on it. It helped keep you calm in this unfamiliar scene.

The ginger walked you through the club and sat down at the bar. He ordered you both ginger ale. “Unless, the lady wants something else?” He offered. You shook your head and the bartender walked off to make your drinks. “Not a drinker?” He asked, half leaning on the counter.

“I’m not even a partier.” You replied, almost exasperated. The bartender returned a few moments later with your drinks. You thanked them and reached for your purse. Dave gently pushed your hand away and handed the worker some cash.

“Pretty girls don’t buy drinks, doll.” He told you, taking a sip of his drink.

The two of you got to talking, having a few more non-alcoholic drinks and just chatting your time away. This was much more pleasant than the stories of parties you’ve heard all your life. This was nothing compared to the scene you’d come here expecting, but it was a much appreciated one.

Dave’s hand found its way to your knee, slowly moving higher and higher. You decided on a leather skirt and fishnets to go along with your red tube-top and thrifted leather jacket. His fingers were dipping under your skirt, just enough to have your stomach fluttering.

Finally, after hours of teasing you with his touch that was barely considered innocent, Dave leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Why don’t you come with me for a minute?” He held his hand out for you to take, and you did.

The ginger led you through the crowd and to the bathrooms. He tried to pull you into the mens room but you stopped. “I-I can’t go in there.” You said, glancing around to see if anyone was looking at you. They weren’t, all of them too preoccupied with the show on before them, all wasted and having their own fun.

“Come on.” Dave groaned with a smile. “It’ll be fun, I promise.” He urged, gently pulling you into the bathroom.

He got you on the counter, your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on your hips. Your lips crashing against one anothers, tongues dancing together and exploring each other's mouths. Dave was pushing your skirt up, bunching it around your hips. You could feel him hardening as he would grind against you, short and harsh rotations of his hips.

Dave’s hands began to wander. He’d run the tips of his fingers over the inside of your thighs, sending shivers up your spine and knotting your gut. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” He mumbled against your lips when his thumb finally pushed against your panties. He pushed the thin piece of fabric to the side and slid a finger through your folds. That alone had your back arching in anticipation. “Fuck me, you’re so fucking wet.” He mused, starting to kiss down your neck. Nipping and sucking the tender flesh and leaving love bites. You screwed your eyes shut and your mouth fell open in soft sounds as Dave slid a finger into you.

He curled his finger against your gummy walls, pressing against that special spot inside you. Your eyes rolled back and you gripped his shoulders. “Such a sweet thing, huh? Never felt this before, have you?” He hummed as he pumped his long, thick fingers in and out of you. He started slow, letting you get used to this new sensation before he picked up the pace. The sound of skin slapping against wet skin rang through the small, tiled room along with your whimpers.

“Oh, fuck, please! Please, fuck, I c- I can’t.” You whined, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. Dave then pulled his finger out of you, taking away any pleasure you had just been feeling. You stared at him with wide sad eyes and a pout. “Why would you do that..?” You asked, your voice shaky and weak. Dave looked at you with an apologetic, pitying look.

“Oh... Is my baby needy?” He brought his hand up to cup your cheek, gently caressing it. “All sad and pouty because she doesn’t get to cum yet?” He ran his fingers through your hair and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “Don’t worry, daddy’ll take care of you.” He pulled you off the counter, your knees buckled and you fell to your knees on the cold tile in front of him. You stared up at him with that same wide-eyed stare. “You just have to do something for me first, sweetheart.” Dave said as he unbuckled his belt.

His pants fell to the ground, leaving him in his boxers which had a prominent bulge from his cock. “Go on, doll, make daddy happy.” You were hesitant at first, gaze flickering between him and his eyes. You brought your hands up and dipped your fingers under the waistband of his boxer, gently tugging them down until they fell to his ankles with his pants.

Dave’s hard member hit you in the face after being brought out from its confines, traces of pre already sticking to your cheek. “I-I’ve never...” You trailed off, not sure whether it was because you were distracted by his dick or that you just didn’t want to finish the sentence.

Dave’s hand went to your face again, holding you by the chin to tilt your head up so you’d look him in the eye, though your gaze flickered to his lips a few times as well. “Don’t worry, I’ll guide you.” He mused, wiping the liquid from your cheek. You gave a weak nod and opened your mouth for him.

The ginger slowly guided his cock over your tongue, letting the weight lay on the muscle for a moment before he went further. His hand was still on your head, holding you in place for him. He was only about halfway in when he stopped, letting you get used to just that. “Watch your teeth now, doll, but give it a suck, would you?” He said in that same soft voice he’d been using with you all afternoon and now into the night.

You did as he told you to, your tongue traced the veins on the underside as you hollowed your cheeks for him. You pulled your head back a bit to pay more attention to his tip and he let you, for a moment. Before you knew it he was slamming his hips to meet your face, fucking deep into the back of your throat at a brutal pace. You gagged on him and the tears that had been pricking your eyes fell in streams down your red cheeks.

Your knees and throat hurt but Dave didn’t stay like this for long. He didn’t finish but he pulled himself out of your mouth and pulled you up off the floor. He pushed you up against the counter with your back facing him so you’d be looking into the mirror. The ginger stared down at your exposed ass, hands firmly planted on your hips as he spread you apart. His thumb pushed the fishnet and your panties aside so he could feel just how wet you were, all for him.

“Fucking gorgeous.” He hummed. “All pretty and mine.” He said, and with a quick tug he ripped your fishnets, then your thin underwear. He lined himself up with you and pushed in, bottoming out without giving you time to prepare yourself.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, drool slipping out of your puffy and bruised lips, tears rolling down your hot cheeks. You didn’t care, anything besides Dave’s cock stuffed deep inside you was beyond your comprehension right now. You loved the feeling of him, the way he hit every spot that had you seeing stars, the way he held you so close to his chest.

After letting you adjust to him for a moment or two he wasted no time in setting a fast rhythm, thrusting into you without a care in the world. He groped your chest and bit your neck, leaving red and purple spots in his wake as his hips slammed against yours. You weren’t processing any sounds you were making but based on the expression you saw staring back at you you could imagine they were pretty loud, all lustful moans as Dave slid in and out of you, his head pressing right up against your cervix.

The knot came back full force when Dave started circling your clit and quickly burst. You screamed out for him, creaming around him. Your juices dripped down his cock, your ass and thighs getting coated as well while the liquids made their way to the floor which was already covered in a layer of other fun times. However, Dave didn’t stop. His thrusts were relentless as he kept bucking his cock into you.

“Fuck-fuck, so pretty, so pretty just for me, so tight around daddy’s cock.” Dave praised, landing a harsh smack on your ass, then another and then a third, each one drawing a yelp from you. Dave took your hair in his hand, bunching it into a makeshift ponytail so he could pull your head back to force you to look into the mirror. “Look at that, look at my little slut, all fucked out on daddy’s dick.” Your eyes were fluttering, you felt like you were on the verge of passing out but you managed to keep your standing.

Dave began losing his rhythm and just sloppily fucking into you, doing anything to reach his own high. The coil in your gut returned, this time you got to see how that looked on the outside. Dave behind you with his long, ginger hair sticking to his face and your shoulders from sweat. You watched the way your ass shook every time he rammed into you, you saw the small bulge in your stomach. Dave saw it at the same time and smiled a wicked grin.

“Look at that, all ready to have my babies, are you?” He teased. You let out a loud, sultry whine and Dave’s eyes rolled back as your walls squeezed him. “Oh, fuck~ Do that a few more times and you just might, dollface.” You continued to watch the bulge appear and disappear only to reappear right after over and over, bringing you over the edge once more.

Your body shook and your knees buckled. You clenched around Dave bringing him to his own release. Thick, white liquid shot into you and the ginger bent you over the counter, pressing down onto you as he kept bucking up into you.

He kept going a few more seconds before pulling away. He pulled out of you and watched his cum seep out of your hole. You looked back at him, then to the floor where the liquid fell. Dave saw the pout on your face, the one you hadn’t even realised was there, and pulled you into a hug. “Don’t worry, doll, I’ll get you good and pregnant next time.” He smiled, kissing your forehead. “I can bring you back home right now, would you like that, dollface?” You smiled back up at him and nodded, your eyes closing as you melted into his warm embrace.

#Megadeth #megadeth smut #megadeth x reader #megadeth fanfiction #dave mustaine #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine fanfiction

[mores0]

Okay, so I’ve been thinking a lot about Yang 3 in 2D, and there’s two scenes that I really want to rewrite and it’s the intro (of the actual episode, not the flashback btw) & the scene with Mr.Yin. For the start of the episode, I wouldn’t start it with Shawn and Gus going to the station and talking to Alison— I would’ve actually kept them out completely because imagine this:

So the Chief calls Lassiter and Juliet to her office and this part is pretty much the same with her telling them about how Alison claimed that she was kidnapped by Yin, and they’ve been getting a lot of false reports so it’s probably nothing but they still need to make sure, except Shawn and Gus isn’t there.

And so Lassiter and Juliet are in the interrogation room with Alison, and Juliet’s still freaked out but is kind of freaking out and Lassiter can tell but doesn’t say anything during the interrogation: and this scene is also pretty much the same but like— Alison pulls out the photo right, and to Juliet and Lassiter it’s a whole moment because for them it’s just a old photo of Yang with some kid? (In my mind they don’t recognize that it’s Shawn until him and Gus sees the photo later— and that’s a whole other thing) But to the audience it would’ve been a whole different moment— because we’d know that it’s Shawn right away, and we’d be left wondering wtf was he doing with Yang?? (Which is what I was thinking after watching the episode anyways, but the way it is in my mind there’s a lot more emphasis on the photo than they did in the actual episode).

And I just never would’ve unmasked Yin. I thought that he was so creepy with his mask or whatever it was— it honestly freaked the hell out of me in Mr.Yin Presents, I would’ve kept it. I think that never being able to see his face just adds another creep factor to the whole thing, but idk maybe it’s just me.

And this is a very rough idea of what I was thinking, idk how to properly explain it— I just have so many thoughts about this episode and I could probably talk about it forever if prompted.

Idk though that’s just what I think, thanks for reading, have a great day :)

#Yang 3 in 2D #mr yin presents #shawn spencer #juliet o'hara #carlton lassiter #burton gus guster #burton guster #yang psych #mr yin #psych #psych tv #🍍 #The Yang trilogy has me in a chokehold

[eureka-its-zico]

So, there I was minding my own business working on Chapter 5, when suddenly, my adhd decided to skip where we were to the middle/end-ish and write a whole ass scene that was not planned, but now I like it so much I have to rewrite what I have to make sure it fits.

Below is a preview of the scene.

“God, I don’t know which one of them is worse. Can that even be classified as dancing?”

Nami’s soft laughter filtered over to him and Zoro couldn’t help but respond with a smile. At some point, you’d dived head first into too many of the giant fishbowls, deciding not to heed his warning, and came out the other side completely and utterly shit faced. So, when Usopp asked you to join him out on the dance floor, you hadn’t hesitated. For the last hour, Zoro wished there was a camera around just to hold this moment hostage from time.

He watched as you did moves he was willing to bet, if you were sober, would flush your cheeks in the rosy hue he’d found himself becoming obsessed with ever since he’d placed that snowdrop behind your ear. Another moment that time had taken he’d hoped to have burned into his memory. The way you’d looked up at him shifted something inside him, and Zoro wasn’t sure if he could ever get it back, or if he even cared it was gone.

You were in the middle of your next move - one arm behind your head while the the other was close to your side. Your shoulder rotating in strange circles as your body bounced off beat. Usopp had gone back to doing a shuffle beside you that broke you out of your dance and into his.

Zoro could feel a smile threatening to burst its way on to his lips. Quickly, he brought his glass of beer up and took a long pull from the glass.

“You’re different with her.” Every word was punctuated. Slow. As if Nami was afraid saying it too fast would spook him.

He took the glass from his lips and set it back on his thigh. His hand still wrapped around the cool mug as he finally regarded Nami.

“I’m not different with anybody.”

“Well, that’s not true. You’re different with Luffy; with us. I’m betting you don’t look at us the way you look at her, though.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

It’s nothing.

God, he wanted it to be true. Even now, however, he could feel his neck straining to stay facing Nami’s direction. He wanted to look back and see what you were doing. To make sure you were safe.

And that the waiter hadn’t magically appeared from some corner of hell.

Nami must have known he was lying. She may have been a thief, but Zoro had come to realize her bullshit calling meter was the best he’d ever seen. She regarded him coolly with her brows raised in mock shock.

“I have eyes, Zoro. Unless you’re looking at me the same way when I’m not looking - it’s different.”

If he played it cool, kept his face free of emotion, and didn’t react he could still call her a liar. It was a solid plan that would’ve worked if his jaw hadn’t ticked in annoyance. Zoro wasn’t annoyed with Nami. He was annoyed at himself for being caught wanting something -someone - besides his goal.

He looked down into the safety of the amber liquid in his glass. Unsure of what - how - to begin to deny you hadn’t snuck in and taken a piece of him and called it yours. Luckily, he didn’t have to.

“Look,” Nami sighed the word. “I know you’ve got your own thing going on. Who doesn’t.”

“Why do I feel like there’s a but coming,” he grumbled.

“But it’s okay to still want other things too.”

Zoro allowed himself to look up from the safety of the glass and willed himself to appear emotionless as he considered her. His mind still mulling over her words and what Nami could possibly be trying to get at.

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Like her.”

#Chaos in Their Bones #Chaos in Their bones preview #it’s just too good to NOT use in the story and now I’m just groaning #I’m not like too far in maybe like 1.5k words but still #I’m annoyed at myself 🤣🤣 #thanks for coming to my ted talk #roronoa zoro #opla zoro #one piece live action #opla

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The 100 knew how to do a redemption arc.

Throughout its seven-season run on The CW, post-apocalyptic sci-fi drama repeatedly doubled down on one of its many thought-provoking mantras: there are no good guys. The “good guys” often did terrible things in the name of survival, and the “bad guys” were rarely through-and-through evil (although they could be “cockroaches”).

Timed to the recent 10-year anniversary of the series premiere, we chatted with Richard Harmon, Lindsey Morgan, and Henry Ian Cusick about how they came to join the show, the extent to which Harmon and Cusick saw their characters as villains during the first season, and why they think The 100 has stuck around in the sci-fi genre.

Murphy wasn’t originally Murphy: he was “John #1,” and he wasn’t meant to live past the show’s second episode. Harmon recalled the process of first auditioning for the show: “I originally auditioned for the role of Bellamy, beautifully played by Bob Morley,” he said. “I remember auditioning for that and thinking, ‘There’s no way in hell I’m ever going to get this role.’ Lo and behold, I did not.” Weeks later, he got an audition for the roles of “John #1” and “John #2,” and after feeling confident that he’d booked it, he learned that he had. He was John #1.

Harmon said that despite his character’s predetermined Episode 2 death, he approached the first episode determined to do something different and have fun with the role. Thankfully, showrunner Jason Rothenberg was watching. “I guess he noticed that, liked what I was doing, and expanded the role in some rewrites during the shooting of the Pilot,” Harmon said, adding that half of what Murphy said in the aired Pilot wasn’t there in the original script. “When it got picked up to series, he emailed me personally—which was kind of a shocking thing as not a lead, to get an email from the creator of the show. He said, ‘I really liked what you did, how would you feel about not dying in the second episode? Could you stick around for the whole first season? Your last name will be Murphy, people will call you Murphy, and what do you think?’” And so went the story of how he booked “John #1”… and how “John #1” became John Murphy.

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First appearing in the show’s second episode rather than in the Pilot, Morgan wound up on The 100 through a whirlwind of correct timing and fate. She’d been waiting to hear whether she’d booked a role on Chicago P.D. when she auditioned for the part of Raven on Tuesday, chemistry-read with Thomas McDonnell [played Finn Collins] on Thursday, and was on a plane headed to Vancouver by Sunday. She later found out she wouldn’t have gotten the Chicago P.D. role. “It’s crazy to look back and imagine it happening any other way,” she said.

Similarly to Harmon’s “John #1,” Morgan’s Raven wasn’t meant to be a The 100 mainstay. Originally, Morgan said, Raven was meant to die after just five episodes—a shock, when one considers how integral the quick-thinking mechanic and tech genius became to the plot of the show. “I was on pins and needles, waiting to receive my death notice with each passing script,” Morgan said. After the Season 1 finale, Rothenberg made the offer to Morgan to stick around for Season 2. She’d been up for a role on a different show at that time. If she’d gotten it, Raven would’ve died from the gunshot wound dealt her by Murphy. Obviously, Raven survived. “The rest was history,” Morgan said. “As we all know, nothing can kill Raven Reyes.”

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For his part, Cusick mentioned that it was a sense of longing for Lost that led him to The 100. “It was Pilot season, and I had just finished something, and I was reading a bunch of Pilots,” he remembered. “The 100 turned up, and I thought it was very similar in tone to Lost, which I was missing. I read that and I said to my agent, ‘That’s a cool Pilot.’ I ended up having a meeting with [showrunner] Jason Rothenberg, and we had a chat, and he offered it to me.”

While he did almost float Clarke’s mother, Dr. Abby Griffin (Paige Turco}, in the Pilot, Cusick disagrees with the label of Kane as a villain and passionately defends him. Even in the show’s early days, he says he just viewed Kane as “more of a d**k.” Cusick recounts several things his character was accused of doing but never actually did—such as attempting to kill Jaha (Isaiah Washington)—and maintains that rather than being villainous, Kane was simply a stickler for the rules. “Other people were talking about him and badmouthing him, but he was just a man who was trying to save the human race,” Cusick said. “He went about it in a rather authoritarian, draconian way. He was very strict. And then when he arrived on Earth, he went ‘Oh, humanity is still around.’ Then he could go back to being who he really was. That’s my opinion.”

Whether viewers considered him a villain or a d**k, Kane undoubtedly softened up. His kindness and diplomacy helped establish peace with the grounders as he formed a friendship with Indra (Adina Porter), he and Abby fell in love, and he gradually became a father figure to the delinquents—especially Bellamy Blake (Bob Morley). “I really took to Bob quite quickly,” Cusick remembered. “We would joke around a lot. I would call him my ‘idiot son’ and stuff like that,” he said with a laugh. “We kind of cultivated that relationship, I thought, that we were like father and son. We enjoyed each other’s company, so that was easy to play.”

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Harmon, on the other hand, readily admitted he played Murphy as a villain in Season 1—so much so that he’d taken inspiration for Murphy and Bellamy’s relationship from Biblical literature. “I based [Murphy] loosely off of Lucifer, actually,” he said. “Bellamy was God, for this group, and I’m his right-hand favorite angel, but demon, really. Eventually I try to take too much power, just like Lucifer does in the Bible, and God smites me down. That’s when I get thrown out to the grounders in the wild and come back way later, with the sickness.”

When the show was picked up for a second season, Harmon and Rothenberg had another chat. “At the end of Season 1, Jason said, ‘Will you stick around for the long haul now going forward to Season 2?’” Harmon said. “And I was like, ‘Of course, I would love to, but how are you going to do that?’” Rothenberg, Harmon remembered, wanted him to get the audience on Murphy’s side. Harmon was up for the challenge, as long as he was given material to convince the audience that there was a good reason behind Murphy’s notable not-niceness. “Eventually, as the seasons progressed and the fans responded favorably to Murphy, all of my cuts were a good angle, and I was a little more tanned with dirt, and I was like, ‘I think they’re trying to, maybe, make me hot,” Harmon laughed. “I don’t think at that point in my career anyone had ever tried to make me attractive on-screen before. That was nice. That felt good.”

Raven Reyes was about as far from a villain as one could get, even though she, like every character, had to make incredibly difficult choices. Morgan has fond memories especially of Season 2, and portraying Raven’s journey with losing the use of her leg. “As an able-bodied actor, I felt a deep responsibility and honor towards playing a character with disabilities as accurately as I could,” she said. “I wanted to bring justice, nuance, complexity, and the best accuracy to her journey as I could, and hopefully share and showcase her truth, as well as the strength people with disabilities exhibit daily.”

Morgan, too, has fond memories of filming in the Vancouver wilderness. While filming with Cusick and the “adult” cast on the Ark put her inside in the warm studio (and closer to the snacks), she enjoyed being outside in the forest… and sneaking in an on-set nap when an opportunity presented itself. “I can, and will, nap anywhere,” she recalled. “Thomas [McDonnell] almost stepped on my head once, because I was napping on the floor of our cast tent. I blended into the ground.”

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Aside from his bond with Bellamy Blake, Kane’s other major connection on The 100 was his romance with Dr. Abby Griffin. Surprisingly, Cusick hadn’t known the writers intended to take the characters in that direction. “I remember Paige [Turco] saying to me, ‘I think they’re trying to get us together,’ and I was thinking, ‘No, that’s never going to happen. We need to be combative. That’s where the drama is,’” he said. In the end, Kane and Abby had a heartwarming love that lasted several seasons. Cusick thinks that not being told from the start about the romance angle only improved his performance. “The actors had no clue that was going to happen, so we were just playing our motivations, and our roles, and what we thought was right,” he said. “There was no hint of any flirtation or anything like that between the characters, so that’s when it happened. Maybe the audience saw it, I don’t know, but it was certainly a surprise to me.”

Unfortunately, Kane and Abby didn’t have the happy ending that many might’ve hoped for. Cusick departed the show in its sixth season, and Turco’s character was killed off in the Season 6 finale. While The 100 fans know all about heartbreak, it might add an extra layer of sadness to know that originally, Kane and Abby had been intended to have a more hopeful story. “My relationship with Abby was good, and people wanted us to get together,” Cusick reflected. “I think that would’ve happened, had I not left. I know that Jason [Rothenberg] said he wanted that to happen—he wanted us to get married, which would’ve been interesting.”

Cusick also directed the eleventh episode of Season 4, “The Other Side,” and the tenth episode of Season 5, “The Warriors Will.” When he thinks back on those experiences, he does so with appreciation for the show’s crew including director of photography Michael Blundell, and gratitude to Jason Rothenberg, director Dean White, and the cast. “Just in general, I never really got a chance to say this: I wanted to say thank you,” he said. “When I meet everyone at cons, I’m thinking about how we all went through this together. We all have relationships that are unique, because we went through that show. I’m always amazed when we meet up at cons by how fun they all are, and how nice it is to see them again.”

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On the subject of conventions, Harmon mentioned that he and Morley used to take it as a badge of honor when fans would tell them that they hated Murphy and Bellamy. Twitter death threats, too, Harmon learned to take in stride. “It got a little hectic at times, for sure,” he remembered. “If people wanted to hate you so much, I’m so grateful for that. That just means we did our job well.” Harmon also mentioned that he wished he’d gotten to keep Murphy’s jacket from Season 1. Unfortunately, he doesn’t know what happened to it. Morgan, on the other hand, has held onto a few of Raven’s iconic items—including her trademark red jacket and knee brace. “I joked that I was going to make a plaster cast out of my body and display them in my house,” she said. “I definitely didn’t do that, but I have them in a safe place.”

As for The 100’s staying power, Harmon, Morgan, and Cusick all pointed out its continued interrogation of what it means to be human, especially in heightened, life-or-death situations. While the show was airing, Harmon said he called it the “biggest show you’ve never heard of.” At this point, he no longer thinks that description is true—people have heard of it.

“It was cool to be on the biggest show you’ve never heard of, because people would be like, ‘What show?’ and then all of a sudden there’d be five people who’d go, ‘The 100? Yes!’” he remembered. “People who watched it fell in love with it. Or were livid with it. Either way.”

#the 100

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Members-Only Snippet of Ben Edlund Interview on Supernatural Then and Now

Rob: We got this question we’ve been avoiding because it’s a lot of words, but... when Castiel's talking to Dean in the truck about being human, the line that was aired is a different line than the script reads.

Ben Edlund: Sure.

Rob: So, the line that's aired is, Castiel says, “Except I used to belong to a much better club and now I’m powerless, I’m hapless, I’m hopeless. I mean, why the hell not bury myself in women and in decadence, right? It’s the end, baby, that’s what decadence is for. Why not bang a few gongs before the lights go out? But then, that’s just how I roll.” But the script reads, “But instead we become this. The only thing, I think, we have left, Dean and me, is each other. If Dean says it’s time to go out in a blaze of glory, win or lose, so be it. I’m in... but then, that’s just how I roll.” It’s an interesting little difference.

Rich: Well, somebody had to rewrite that, right?

Ben Edlund: Sure, I mean, like, that was either a rewrite based on a note, or something that— it’s possible that there was a shift in language that came from a pass through Kripke. To me, that feels like a rewrite based on, “Okay, we know what the subtext is, bury it a little bit.” Right?

Rob: Gotcha.

Ben Edlund: Because, you know, it’s more interesting to know that and then have language kind of be less to the core. I mean, maybe not, sometimes you really want to go to that core. But it didn’t seem necessary in that moment because look at the larger context. It's: this guy is still hanging around. He’s going on the mission. And previously, in the prior scene, when he’s kind of — when we used the word "insouciant" for the first and last time in Supernatural’s history, I believe... unless it gets quoted later in 15 seasons & I missed that — at that point, he is totally ride or die with Dean. He’s basically, “You say we're going on a suicide mission and there’s no hope or whatever,” and Dean’s going, “Yes, that’s what I’m saying,” and he goes, “Okay, well, let me go get the truck.” And so, in a sense, it was like — I would’ve done the same thing today, if that makes sense. Looking at the whole. 

Rich: Right.

Rob: I like the idea of burying it more, not serving it on a platter there. Letting people — 

Ben Edlund: Mainly because all the other aspects of that story tell us that. Show us that, actually. That’s the whole thing. Show us, not tell us... (quips) I heard that at some kind of seminar.

— Supernatural Then and Now podcast BONUS CLIP: Ben Edlund Talks

#I wouldn't normally share members-only content #but I saw folks posting & talking about it elsewhere on tumblr #so it's already out there #and I wanted to address some takes that seemed like maybe they didn't get what Edlund was saying? #commentary #spn #ben edlund #supernatural then and now #s.t.a.n.

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‘Sup, Chai! Studio Anon back at it again at their ramblings- tonight I’m feeling spicy, so why not talk about that once couple Viv’s stans froth at the mouth over: Stolitz.

I never really understood much of the appeal. Like- the trope of the commoner and the royal are fun to mess with, but those couples could work if you set them on equal grounds. There’s already a clear power dynamic set with those, so either find a solid middle area where the two could connect (ex. A runaway prince meets a cunning thief, an exiled prince meets a hermit, etc.) but you could work with the boundaries the relationship has so long as you can develop it.

But, uh- exactly where is that in Stolitz?

Stolitz already starts with an abusive power dynamic (yknow, the whole deal with the full moon and all it gross details) and it doesn’t do much to remedy that after. Stolas is a high, rich asshole who uses his status to fuck with/generally just fuck Blitz and that’s it. We never get to hear how Stolas does anything else with him- but Viv wants us to believe they care about each other? How?

Like, a scene, a moment, a glance into what those two act like without the guise of sex. And no, Ozzie’s doesn’t count since Blitz only brought Stolas along to get into the club (which is pretty fucking weird, btw. it’s a sex club, why is it just for monogamous couples? not really my point but yeah that’s weird.) and Stolas wanted to get Blitz to fuck him after so. There’s that.

It generally would’ve been better if they played up the power imbalance to really sell a more mature theme. I’m pretty sure they wanted something darker, so why not reinforce that power imbalance? Instead of Stolas being this “uwu soft baby owl boy” we could play him up as being a prince of hell. He’s immortal, he’s likely had several heirs but they’ve all died out (he’s probably outlived them but because Octavia looks so much like him he could coddle her in a sick, narcissistic way.) and only wants some fun in his life out of his boring work (which we never really see in the show, so I never really understood his placement).

Then, comes in Blitz.

Blitz, a runaway from the circus and wanting to start a new life by doing the impossible (starting a business is unheard of by imp standards iirc) and needs the book to get it going. How did he hear of the book? Hell if I know. It just happens, and he ends up sleeping with Stolas and admitting to his consort-wife he fucked him.

Stella in this pseudo-rewrite would also have a lot going on for her.

She knows she’s just another consort in a long list of others that Stolas had only to keep with heirs, but she wants her life to be meaningful. She wants to be a good mother. She wants to have a good life. She wants that high status Stolas likes to abuse so much because she’s been abused herself, by Stolas. She’s an asshole, sure, but it’s not like Stolas cares. It’s a loveless marriage, I’m sure everyone knew that.

But to be publicly embarrassed that an imp wormed his way into their bed (and Stolas, just for his imp fetish and excitement keeps Blitz around) causes a meltdown.

Then Stolas starts to see his world crash and burn as his once “obedient and boring” wife divorces him and wants custody of the child he so “adores”, IMP perhaps getting into earthly trouble due to their sloppy kills or misuse of the grimoire, and the goetia family beginning to finally gain emotion and life as Stolas’ life goes upside down.

But he doesn’t ever blame himself. He blames Stella, blames the family- hell, probably even blames Blitz because he doesn’t care about him more than just sex.

And that’s the only thing he really has a grasp on.

His impish little plaything.

JUST. Just imagine if that’s what Stolitz was: an unhealthy display of power and obsession. I’ve recently found some enjoyment writing these sorts of messed up power dynamics (similar to what I’ve written above but it’s a lot messier) and it kills me that Viv shows us a rape deal and expects us to go, “Wow!!! Such cute and wholesome gays!!!!” Like that was normal.

Use what you have, Viv. Make it fucked up. If you didn’t want your uwu yaoi ship to be so toxic, maybe rewrite it?

also ngl Stolas and Blitz designs make them look like they’re from two different shows and generally look ugly to me so the amount of ship art I’ve seen of those two make me laugh. like pick an attractive couple to make fanart and fanchildren for jfc. it’s sad.

This is a great writeup. It's frustrating how little it would take to make these two interesting, to make them likeable, but Viv just...doesn't.

#Anonymous #studio anon #stolitz critical #viv stuff #actual blog post

[katcoquette]

He's So Pretty

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x f!Reader

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summary: requested by anon ! you can't help but admire how pretty he is between your legs, inspired by “touch tank” by quinnie.

★ word count: 1.7k

★ tw: smutty 18+, oral sex (f recieving)

★ author's note: this took me forever because I wrote the entire smut scene and then liked this location better and had to rewrite the whole thing :/ poop. also! this song has lots of allusions like pearls and clams so that's why they're in here, not as a cringy roundabout way to say vagina.

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Two months ago you would’ve never dreamed of cancelling on your friends over something like this, but now, with the offer standing on your doorstep, you’re barely thinking twice about it.

He was a fucking great excuse.

Besides, you think to yourself, they weren’t solid plans in the first place. No one would blame you for indulging if they saw the scene in front of you, and you certainly couldn’t help yourself.

On your doorstep was none other than Bradley Bradshaw, the hookup-turned-friends with benefits you’d been seeing the past couple of months, and had never planned on catching feelings for, but here you both were. Complicated to say the least.

It was a hot day, and his clothes reflected that- the loose button-up he wore was barely buttoned, revealing his bare chest underneath, with a pair of blue swim trunks clinging to his thighs. Aviators sit low on his nose, a smirk peeking out from under them.

He has a six pack in one hand, and a towel thrown over his shoulder. “I’ve come to use your pool.”

You snap out of your admiration when you realize he’s spoken. “Hi to you too, Bradley.” It’s sarcastic, but you step aside to let him in anyway.

“You didn’t have plans today, did you?” He asks as he walks through your entryway, setting the beer cans on your counter.

Yes. “Nope.”

He looks at you with a grin. “Perfect.” You stare at each other for a few moments, and then he raises an eyebrow at you, and you realize he’s waiting for you to do something.

You clear your throat, pointing over your shoulder to your room as your face warms at his attention. “I’m just gonna change.”

“Oh great, I’ll come with you.” Your heart skips a beat at the casual innuendo, he’s fully teasing you, but you push him towards your backyard anyway, attempting to laugh it off. “I’ll just be a second, I’ll meet you outside.”

When you finally make your way to the yard, you spot him already in the water, shirt discarded across one of the lounge chairs. “That was quick.” You tease, sitting down on the edge of the pool to let your legs dangle into the cool water. He wades over to you, slicking back his wet hair in the process.

“Well yeah, it’s like, ninety degrees out here.” He points out, slapping his hands down onto your knees.

“Fair enough.”

“You planning on coming in? Or are you just gonna admire me from afar?” You pretend to think about it, though it’s obvious in your own mind that nothing could stop you from joining him.

You must take too long though, because the next thing you know, he’s pulled you in after him. You yelp as the cold water envelops your body with a splash, though your head isn’t submerged thanks to his strong arms holding you up.

“That’s better.” He smiles, connecting your lips. You wrap your legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders. His hands move to grip your ass, and you smirk. “Ah. So that’s the real reason you’re here.” He gives a cheeky smile in response to your jab.

“Oh, hundred percent. The pool is just a nice add-on.” You snort, turning to swim away from him. “Whatever.” You send him a little splash as you say it, not understanding fully what you’ve just started.

He cocks his head, giving you a look that simultaneously worries you and turns you on.

“I didn’t mean to splash you.” You deadpan, but he’s still moving toward you. Your back hits the edge of the wall, causing you to look back briefly before facing him again with a sheepish smile.

He’s close enough to splash you now, but he doesn’t. His gaze shifts as he grabs your hand, pulling you back to him. You stay quiet as you look up at him, his thumb brushing across your cheek.

Your breath hitches as he leans down to kiss you. It’s tender, intimate even. You'd still been getting used to how gentle he was the longer you knew him, a stark contrast to the desperate fucking you'd started out with.

He pulls away, smiling innocently, before dunking you under the water fully. You come up sputtering, wiping your eyes and the hair out of your face, completely taken off guard.

You’re speechless, mouth gaping open. “Now we’re even.” He smirks, kissing your cheek. You push on his chest, laughing. “Not even close! That was way worse than what I did! I’m soaked.” You cringe at the knots that were already forming in your hair.

“Already?” You’re wading back to the edge as he says it, and you only spare him a really? glance before hoisting yourself out of the pool.

“Keep it in your pants, Bradshaw.” You mutter, secretly wishing he’d do anything but.

You groan inwardly, laying back onto the hot cement and throwing an arm over your eyes to shield them from the sun. It was a comfortable position, your legs far enough into the water that you weren’t too hot or too cold.

You're there for a good ten minutes without any word from the pilot in your pool. You're unsure what he's been up to, but you hope that your lack of attention is having a... frustrating effect on him.

By the tiny ripples that splash up onto your legs, you can tell Bradley’s he's back in front of you. He sighs dramatically.

“Do you need something?”

“No, no… you keep resting.” He says nonchalantly. You sigh, sitting up on your elbows to look at him.

“Okay, seriously, what is it?” You prompt, still shielding your eyes, but now from the bright water.

He shrugs, “I think you’re right-“

“That’s a new one.” You interrupt, snorting, “About what?”

“Well if you’d let me finish.” He huffs. “I was saying, I think you’re right. We’re not even. I still owe you.” He rests his chin on your legs, still standing in the water.

“Oh yeah?” You question, sitting up to give him your full attention. He wraps his arms under your knees, pulling you even closer to the edge, so your ass is hanging off.

He hums in confirmation, kissing the skin closest to him, your shin, then adds, “If you want me to.”

He stops then, waiting for your reply.

That couldn't have worked out better if you planned it. Not that you had come up with a plan to end up in this position, but you weren't going to complain when you'd been hoping for it since you'd seen him standing on your doorstep.

“I think that sounds like a good idea.” It comes out breathier than you anticipated, and you shift on the cement under his gaze. The look on his face is one you hadn’t seen often, but you still recognized it.

He was eager. Your stomach flutters at the realization.

A soft smile crosses his lips at your confirmation.

He looks up at you as his fingers hook under the band of your bikini bottoms, and you lift your legs out of the water while he slowly pulls them down to make it easier for him to remove them from his position.

They’re thrown next to the shirt he had discarded immediately after entering your backyard.

He parts your knees, leaving him now conveniently eye level with you, granting him full access.

He slides a finger through your folds, “That’s definitely not from the pool. You weren’t lying about being soaked were you honey?”

“I think your smart ass mouth could be put to better use elsewhere.” You lean back onto your elbows, “Please.” You add, keeping your gaze on him.

Who was the eager one now?

“Yes ma’am.” He chuckles, starting a trail of chaste kisses from your knees up to your inner thigh.

He uses two fingers to part your lips, presses another kiss to your core, and then he’s putting his mouth to good use.

You’re not sure you’ve ever seen him in a more striking position. It was almost picturesque. And sure, the way his tongue felt only added to the situation, but… god.

He looked…pretty. There wasn’t another way to describe it.

The sun gave him golden skin, and your eyes raked over the way his arms flexed as he gripped your thighs. His hair was shimmering, the light glinting off of it as his head moved.

He was so pretty.

Your thighs clench together when his nose hits your clit, but his hands keep your legs firmly spread. He grunts at the tension against his palms, but you’re grateful his hands are there, because you’re positive you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself in this position without them.

He was so pretty, but you have to pull your eyes away from the sight as you get closer to your climax. You tilt your head back, feeling the warmth of the sun, and close your eyes, focusing on the way his tongue feels.

A loud moan escapes your lips as he sucks at your clit, the pearl at the center of your clam. "Fuck, Y/N."

You grab at his wrists, desperate for some sort of stability, and force yourself to look back down at him, addicted to the sight of him between your legs. He keeps one of his hands pressed on your leg, but twists the other so he can intertwine it with yours, sparing a glance up at you.

That was enough to send you over the edge.

You press your tongue to the back of your teeth, letting out breathy moans as your lungs heave in and out. He doesn’t leave his spot until you’ve completely come down from you high, working you through it.

Still breathing heavily, you cup both sides of his face to guide his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his mouth. He’s practically doing a plank the way you’re forcing him to hold himself up to you, but he doesn’t complain.

It’s not like it was hard for him to hold the position.

You slide your hand to his back as you deepen the kiss, wrapping your legs loosely around him.

“I wouldn’t mind getting used to that view.” You mutter against his mouth, enticing another laugh from him. “So fucking pretty, Bradshaw.”

“Pretty huh?”

“Mmhm.” You hum. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re very… talented. But that sight was something else.” You brush his hair out of his face, admiring his features as you lightly trace over them. He watches your expression, smiles at the way you get so easily distracted by him. His heart swells with pride.

It wasn’t complicated for him anymore. He’d argue later that it never had been. He wanted to be the only one that could entice a reaction like this from you.

He wanted to be the only one to see just how pretty you looked as he went down on you.

You were so pretty.

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[five-bi-five-mind]

Hell or High Water (Pt. 3)

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Words: 6.4k+

Summary: JJ is dealing with the aftermath of the attack. Will she ever heal?

Warnings: Descriptions of hospital rooms, mention of stitches, honestly a pretty traumatized/depressed JJ. Some brief smut, fingering (r receiving). Let me know if I forgot something!

A/N: I know this took forever. The amount of rewrites this went through, and even then I’m iffy on the ending. But here we are at the final part of this series. Also I highly recommend listening to Hell or High Water by Billy Raffoul while reading this chapter. I mean the whole fic has the vibe but especially this chapter. Anyways, enjoy!

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Part 3: For the Living Touch and Go. Those words rang through JJ’s mind on a constant loop. Your condition was touch and go. She was stuck in this in between of not knowing if her wife will ever wake again. With each rhythmic beep of your heart monitor she felt a little more at ease, but then she’d look at you lying in the hospital bed. You didn’t look like you. Your skin lost its color, your body was still as can be, and you had tubes and wires hooked to just about every inch of you. It killed JJ to look at you, yet she felt like every time she took her eyes off you, you’d slip through her fingers. 

JJ hadn’t slept. It’s been 3 days since you last opened your eyes and when she wasn’t thinking about what the doctors said, she was thinking about those last moments before help arrived. You, broken and bleeding in her arms. JJ only left your side once since then, with the promise that Emily would stay behind and keep an eye on your state while she grabbed some of her things and yours in preparation for your stay in the hospital. She wanted you to wake up to your favorite things. Fuzzy socks and a soft blanket. Not that those were on you now, but for when you did wake up. But there was another reason why she didn’t want to go home. When she did she saw the blood stains on the floor, she would have to deal with that at some point. The minute she went home to gather the things she wanted, she stopped in her tracks when she saw it. Her stomach twisted in disgust and rage. Disgust for the man who did that to you. Even though he was dead now, she wished she could’ve watched him rot in prison instead. And rage at herself, for putting you in that position. For failing you, for letting you get harmed because of her job, for putting you in the hospital in critical condition, not knowing if you’d ever wake up again.

Her fists clenched so hard she felt her nails dig into her palms as she sat across from you. How could she let you end up here? You were so fucking stubborn. If only she had pushed more, insisted more that you leave. Maybe she should’ve given in and gone with you. That was the only way you would’ve ever agreed to leave. She’s never run from an unsub, she’s never left her team like that and it wasn’t in her nature to change that now. But here you both are now because of it. JJ wasn’t one to pray, but she prayed to any higher being who’d listen for you to wake up soon. 

You were minutes from death when they rushed you in, you lost so much blood you slipped into a coma despite their efforts to help you. “Blood loss is the second major cause of comas,” the doctor’s said, “it’s to be expected.” That didn’t make JJ feel any better in the slightest. She waited, blood soaked, in the waiting room until she was allowed to go back to see you. She waited hours upon hours. Luckily, Emily brought her clean clothes before wrapping up the crime scene that was once your home. 

JJ wasn’t always alone with you. Sometimes that felt like a blessing, to be surrounded by the team. All of them came after the case was wrapped up, then as the hours stretched into days they rotated. When they were there, sometimes JJ felt less alone and afraid. But then sometimes it was a curse. She couldn’t look them in the eyes after she first watched their expressions. They’d all look at you with such concern, such sadness and she’d feel that overwhelming sense of failure all over again. Of course, each member of the team knew you and cared for you deeply. You came to social gatherings with JJ, seen all of them and their partners. You were a ray of sunshine and everyone who met you instantly loved you. So it only made sense that seeing you the way you were now would break their hearts too. JJ didn’t know if she would ever get over this guilt. 

“How is she?” Emily broke the silence of the room. JJ was currently hunched over in a chair she pulled up next to your bed, her head hanging low. Emily had just gotten there with food, knowing that her friend wasn’t going to leave your side easily, even to take care of herself.

“No change,” JJ mumbled, her eyes locked on the linoleum floor, refusing to look up at Emily. She knew she’d find a look of sadness and pity, she couldn’t stomach that right now. 

“She’s a fighter,” Emily said, coming up to JJ and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

JJ just mumbled a response and looked back up to where you lay. That you were, JJ was sure of it. You’d wake up, you’d pull through. The question was when. JJ hoped you wouldn’t make her wait long. Each passing moment was agony to her. 

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Fortunately for JJ, you did finally open your eyes. In total you had been lying unconscious in that hospital bed for five days. Each one filled with an unbearable anxiety that made JJ feel like the bland white walls of your hospital room were closing in on her. But still, you woke up and that’s what mattered. JJ’s whole world felt like it suddenly resumed from a long pause in the moment your eyes finally met hers. Her heart felt like it was beating again. 

From the moment you opened your eyes though, JJ could tell you were ready to get the hell up and out of there. It was like a switch flipped. One minute you were clinging to life and barely breathing, the next you were arguing to get up and get moving. 

It took way longer than you would’ve liked to remain in the hospital once you woke up. Your body needed to regain strength, your wound was still healing, and your vitals needed to be monitored. That didn’t help your overwhelming desire to go home. Then everything could finally go back to normal or at least it would feel a little more familiar, but even then you knew that “normal” would take some time. For the days you were awake and stuck in your hospital bed, you could tell JJ was struggling to hide the guilt behind her eyes. It was glaringly obvious to you that she blamed herself for everything that happened. When you caught her staring with that painful expression she seemed to perpetually wear these days she would immediately look away from you. You didn’t know what broke your heart more, the way she avoided you or the way you knew she was drowning in her inner turmoil. 

The only time she really talked to you during your stay at the hospital was to tell you to stop being so stubborn. It was getting tiresome to hear the same lecture over and over again about the healing process. Your body went through a trauma. It was a close call. It takes time to come back from these things. You heard all of that way too much now. 

Luckily for you, whether it was the doctors finally giving in or your amazing determination to heal yourself with sheer willpower, you were promised to go home early. While you might have been over the moon to be able to be in your own bed, surrounded by your own things, and not staring at the bland white walls of the hospital room anymore, JJ was feeling the opposite. 

The minute the doctor gave you the okay to prepare to go back home, all the color drained from JJ’s face. She didn’t even bother hiding her reaction. Her feet planted in that defensive stance she got whenever she was preparing for a verbal fight, her arms crossed over her chest and her jaw clenched as she listened to you eagerly thank your doctor for the permission to finally leave. You thought an argument was beginning to brew between the two of you, but instead she snapped at the doctor, questioning everything that was just said. In the end, unfortunately for her, it was your decision and despite her wishes, you were going back home. 

The transition from the hospital to your apartment building was tenser than you anticipated. JJ treated you with care and hesitation, insisting on being the one to wheel you out of the hospital even when you promised you could walk (albeit very slowly) on your own. When you reached the car she helped you in and buckled you up with the utmost care, but you didn’t miss the way her hands trembled as they fumbled to secure you in. The rest of the car ride consisted of the continuous habit your wife has now picked up of refusing to even glance at you when you talked. Instead, she listed off all the things she didn’t want you to do until you were fully recovered and all the things she would be doing to ensure you were safe and comfortable when you got home. 

It killed you to see her like this. In a way, you did feel guilty for this. That you didn’t listen to her and stayed behind when you knew you could be in danger. However, you didn’t completely regret that decision. Deep down, you thought that if you weren’t there it would’ve been her who got hurt and if you were miles and miles away, who would’ve been there to come to her rescue? The thought of you two switching places made your stomach twist. This outcome wasn’t ideal, but you’d heal eventually and be good as new. You’d take this outcome over any chance of losing your wife for good any day. What mattered was that you would be okay. You understood it was iffy for a while but now you’re on the path to recover and you will heal in time. But what you also understood is that you weren’t the only one who needed time to heal now. 

Watching JJ as she drove with clenched fists on the steering wheel and body tense with stress, you knew she needed to heal just as much as you. The problem was, you weren’t sure how to best help support her, when she didn’t even look you in the eye anymore. 

When she helped you into the apartment, you already felt overwhelmed by her. Not once in your relationship did you ever feel like you needed JJ to take a step back, but the way she hovered over you every single second since you walked through the door and sat down on your bed was driving you crazy. What’s worse was, even though she seemed like she was everywhere all at once, she also seemed so distant from you. Like a shell of a person. And she still wouldn’t meet your eyes.

It wasn’t hard to miss the growing guilt that showed on her face as she watched you walk a little slower than normal through your apartment halls. And when the two of you passed the fateful spot where it all went down, regardless of how spotless it now was, you both still flinched when your eyes fell on it. Then there was a brief pause as both of you turned your gaze away, the pain of the memory washing over you, before you both moved on to your bedroom. 

When JJ had finished putting your things away you had expected her to at least spend a few moments to appreciate that you actually made it home and you’re both safe. However, she just continued to be equally too protective and too absent all at once. A skill, you thought, only Jennifer Jareau could master. 

You patted the bed next to where you sat propped up once you saw that JJ had finally run out of things to unpack. She didn’t make a sound as she stood before you, just staring at the empty spot next to you. Then, after a moment, she blinked and began to turn and busy herself with god knows what else. That was the boiling point. 

“Why won’t you look at me?” Your voice was soft, yet sounded way too loud in the uncomfortable silence of the room. 

“What are you talking about?” JJ let out a humorless laugh and turned to leave. You caught her wrist before she could step too far away from the bed. 

“Please, Jennifer.” You rarely called her by her full name but in that moment she knew it was serious, you were serious, and suddenly the defenses she’d been holding up for days started to lower. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her arms going limp at her sides, with your hand still wrapped around her wrist. “I’m not used to you being home.” 

That might have been half true but even she knew you could see through that. 

You gave her an exhausted look, not offering a word, your hand still holding onto her, as you waited for a better answer.

“It’s just been hard,” JJ finally spoke again, her voice even quieter. 

“What has?”

“Seeing you like this.” Her eyes dropped to the floor and her head hung low. You knew she was trying, yet again, to build up more walls. 

“JJ, it’s not your fault.” 

She didn’t move a muscle. You knew she refused to let those words sink in, but you just had to get them through. 

“It’s not…” your hand slid down her wrist to take hers in your own, “…your fault.” 

She still didn’t say a word, but you felt her fist clench in the palm of your hand and you knew she was fighting off whatever her inner demons were telling her right now. 

“If anything it’s mine. I mean, I-“

“Don’t.” Her voice echoed through the room as she interrupted you. You didn’t let go of her hand but you were taken aback at her reaction all the same. “Don’t blame yourself.” You could tell her body was trembling now as she stood before you. All you wanted was to pull her into your arms and take away this pain she was putting herself through. 

Tugging on her arm, you tried to get her to budge even a little. “JJ…” you breathed, trying to calm down the storm you could tell was brewing. “You’re not to blame either, though.” 

“Yes I am!” JJ yanked her hand out of yours suddenly and your eyes widened at her outburst. “I couldn’t keep you safe here. I can’t keep you safe but you insisted on coming back here.” 

“We had to go home eventually…”

 JJ paused, her shoulders heaving up and down as anger seethed through her. You knew this anger wasn’t towards you, but herself. While many would be terrified of an angry Jennifer Jareau, your heart just broke for her. 

She started to turn from you, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose in an attempt to calm herself but you didn’t want her to walk out that door. You had no plan to stop her though and in your current state you couldn’t just fling yourself forward.

“I need a minute,” JJ muttered before reaching the door to your shared bedroom. You watched in defeat as she walked out the door, walls back up to shut you out, and you knew this conversation wasn’t over. What you feared, though, was that it was going to be a long and painful process to finally get through to your wife. 

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A few more weeks went by and you were getting better with each passing day. Of course, you still had to take it easy. Your external stitches were out but you were still in the middle of the healing process. The good news was that your mobility was a lot better. You were up and moving around the house with every chance you got, which unfortunately usually meant any moment JJ wasn’t home. It was hard to take the glare of disapproval she’d shoot your way when she saw you doing anything other than sitting and resting. Honestly, you were getting tired of it.

It seemed like the more you healed and were getting some of your independence back from that, the more her mood worsened. You knew, deep down, that it was just her fear and guilt that was affecting her mood. After that conversation you had when you both got home you kept trying, but JJ would just storm off. Unwilling to hear any sort of reason or let you alleviate any of her blame. It constantly pulled at your heart to see her so guarded with you of all people. 

What was even worse was she stopped touching you and you craved her so badly. And not in a sexual way even, you just wanted her to hold your hand, kiss your cheek, or just anything really. She only touched you when she helped you out of bed the first week you were home or when she helped you bathe, but you were long past needing help with either of those things. Plus, you didn’t much care for her helping you with things like that. Wife or not, you really didn’t love help with showering when you insisted you could shower alone. Now, though, you honestly missed the help, especially when it was the only time you felt her gentle touch on you. 

Things were reaching their breaking point with you quickly. There was only so much more of the distanced looks and avoidance you could take from JJ before you were going to snap. She barely left home too, which somehow made it even worse. At least if she was going to work or leaving the house for more than just groceries and the occasional take out, you could say she was just busy or tired. But no, she was home most of the time, so that just left you with a shell of your wife walking around the house, holding you at arms length, obviously traumatized by the events you both experienced, and yet refusing any help or to even hear you out. It was hurting your heart, but worse it was hurting your relationship. 

It couldn’t go on like this, not for much longer. You had to get your wife to look at you, really look at you, and then talk. And fuck if you didn’t hope it would at least end in her kissing you again. If not, you didn’t know how much more of this situation you could take. What killed you even more, was the nightmares you had and the overwhelming desire for JJ to throw her arms around you at night and kiss your tears away. But you also knew, if she knew of any of your lingering fears it would just make it worse for her guilt. So when you did wake from them, from the nightmare of that fateful night repeating itself, you just wrapped your arms tight to your chest and let silent tears fall as you tried to fall back asleep. All the while, being extremely careful not to wake your sleeping wife. What you didn’t know yet was that you weren’t the only one with nightmares.

But that realization came one night when you, yourself woke from the terrible recurring dream. Your chest was heaving, your body was in a cold sweat, and your heart was racing, but you had a method to calm this storm. Taking deep breaths and counting down from one hundred always helped. It must’ve affected you more tonight though, you could feel the mattress shake with your body. After a few more minutes of deep breathing, however, you realized you weren’t the one shaking. Pressed with her back to yours, you could just barely feel the tremble of her shoulders as she lay next to you. She was silent, except for a few shaky sighs that came from her side of the bed, but you knew the signs and you knew JJ. She was crying. Something she actively tried to hide from you since the whole ordeal. 

You laid there totally frozen for a minute. This was a moment that JJ obviously didn’t want you to be aware of, but this was also a moment where her walls were possibly down. She was also your wife and you ached to comfort her. So, there were options: Either you ask her about it in the morning and risk her walls coming back up before then or you listen to your heart and comfort her now like you so desperately wanted to. Of course, you picked the second option.

“Hey…” you whispered into the dark room as you rolled over to your other side so that you could face JJ’s back. For a moment, you thought maybe she didn’t hear you, so with caution you slowly raised a hand to run your fingers gently down her back. “JJ…” you tried again. “What’s wrong?” But with the mixture of your touch and your voice a little louder, suddenly you felt her whole body freeze underneath your fingertips. It was like she was holding her breath and her shoulders had stopped trembling, but you still knew she was awake. 

“JJ, talk to me.” You were more firm this time, your palm pressing to her shoulder, barely tugging but still motioning for her to turn her over. She refused.

“I’m okay, (Y/N). Go back to sleep.” Her voice was low. It sounded tired, sure, but almost as if she was trying to pass it off like you woke her up. You weren’t buying any of it.

“JJ,” you sighed in disappointment. “Turn over.” At your request, you felt JJ’s entire body tense next to you, but you weren’t going to give in. “Please, Jennifer.”

After a moment, JJ let out a long sigh and then finally did what you asked. You made no move to scoot back, wanting to be close to your wife and to try to make out her facial expressions in the moonlight that peered through your bedroom window. When she was finally facing you, that’s when you realized just how close you two were laying. You could feel her steady breathing as she lay next to you and you tried to remember the last time you two were this close. Your hand immediately reached out to her cheek to wipe her tears. It was half a gesture to confirm what you already knew, that she had indeed been crying, and half to comfort her. Either way, it was a bold move on your part, considering the way JJ has been avoiding you like the plague for so long. Yet, she let you do it. She didn’t pull away, didn’t dodge your touch, she let you continue to brush your thumb over her cheek and catch the tears that you could feel were still falling. 

“What’s wrong?” You whispered again. JJ’s hand moved up to yours and for a moment you feared she was going to push you away, but she surprised you when she pressed her palm to the back of your hand and held it there. 

After a moment of silence and stillness she finally spoke. “I thought I lost you,” her voice sounded hesitant yet raw as she finally started to let you in. “In the dream and when you… when that-”

“I know,” You interrupted. It only made sense to you that she was having the same recurring dream as you, but you also knew those dreams were bringing up fears of the very real events that happened. You moved closer to her. Close enough to press your forehead to hers and you stayed like that for a moment. You tried to take in every single second, because you feared it would be awhile before you could feel her this close again. Even if your wife was feeling scared and you had both woken from a terrible dream, you didn’t much care what brought you this opportunity, you were just glad you were getting it. “But I’m still here.” 

You felt her head nod and the hand still pressed to yours, in a surprising move, slipped down to press against your chest. She was feeling your heartbeat, you realized immediately, trying to find comfort and confirmation in it that what you said was true. That you were still here to live another day, that she hadn’t lost the love of her life because her biggest fears came true and her job jeopardized the safety of her wife. 

“JJ I-” your voice broke before you could catch it. It was obvious this moment was overwhelming you, but you couldn’t hold back anymore. “I miss you so much.” 

With those words, JJ’s heart broke as she took in just how much you were hurting. You didn’t have to say a lot for her to read you. She knew you and deep down she knew she was hurting you. It killed her, but she was so wrapped up in her own head that she couldn’t stop herself. Convinced she was going to put you in any more danger or that you would disappear in the blink of an eye if she so much as lingered on you for one moment. But then she heard the anguish in your voice and she didn’t need to see your eyes to know the pain she’d see in them. She felt the slight tremble of your fingers as they remained against her cheek. Another tear fell for you as she fully came to understand the damage she had caused in the past few weeks with her behavior.

Without a word, she shifted so that she could reach your forehead and pressed a kiss to it. The first time you felt her lips upon her skin in so long and in that moment it absolutely broke you. Your hand slipped from her cheek and before you could really stop yourself you were grabbing onto her shirt with both your hands and pulling yourself closer to her body, tears falling freely as you laid there holding onto JJ for dear life. 

“I’m so sorry,” JJ poured every ounce of emotion she had into those words, trying her best to convey to you that, yes, finally she did realize what she was doing. She realized in that moment all of a sudden that she needed to change, that she needed to be there for you. Through distance, she convinced herself she could keep you safer, that she wouldn’t break you, but she didn’t take into consideration what it was doing to you emotionally or even what it was doing to her. She missed you as much as you missed her, she craved you, craved to hold you. She knew every time you woke up from a nightmare, yet didn’t move a muscle and wouldn’t tell a soul that she was awake, waiting for you to fall back asleep too. She convinced herself she didn’t deserve your love, your touch, your comfort, not when she was the reason it was almost gone for good. She was punishing herself, but now she realized she was punishing you too and you didn’t deserve that, neither of you did. “Shh, please, stop crying,” She cooed, her arms coming around to pull you into her body. 

Finally. Finally, you were in her arms. You knew you missed this feeling, but you didn’t realize how much until your senses were surrounded by her. You missed the feeling of her heartbeat, you missed the smell of her shampoo, you missed the gentle brush of her fingers through your hair when she would try to calm you down. And she was giving you all of the things you missed, but in the moment it felt like it could never be enough. Still you were so scared she’d go back to being cold as ice in the morning. So you kept trying to take in this moment. 

Trying to calm your tears, your hands released their grip from her shirt only to cup her face and pull her down so your lips could meet hers. Your kiss wasn’t gentle, like you thought the first kiss would be once you both had healed. No, this was a tearfilled attempt to have more closeness with your wife. Your lips pressed to hers hard, and she was taken by surprise at your bold move, yet she didn’t pull away. Not right away at least.

You kept kissing her for a moment, your grip on the sides of her face a little too hard, yet it didn’t seem like either of you cared. In the back of JJ’s mind, she knew it would be best to stop this soon, but she also missed the feeling of you and the taste of your lips, so she indulged for just a moment. 

When she felt your tongue start to run along her lips is when she finally pulled away. “Woah,” her voice was a whispered warning to slow down. You were still healing, fragile, you didn’t need to be this worked up right now. She needed to calm you down, to get you to rest again so you could properly heal. You didn’t want to rest though, fears of the morning after keeping you from calming down. “(Y/N)... you should try to sleep.” 

“I don’t want to.” It sounded more like you pleading than a statement. “I don’t want things to go back to how they were in the morning. I can’t handle it anymore JJ, I just can’t. It’s too much. It’s-”

“They won’t.” JJ cut off your desperate rambling. The arms that were around you gently squeezed you as she held you. “I know I’ve been hurting you, I won’t anymore.”

Your body relaxed a little at her words, but still you kept both your hands on her face. Terrified to let go of her for even a second, worried she would leave your bed and never come back. She leaned back in for a gentle kiss, this time it was her guiding it. You felt yourself melt into her even more and with each press of her lips to yours it was like all your pain the past few weeks was washing away. How you missed your wife’s touch so much. With a simple kiss it felt like your heart was finally mending. You believed her words, you knew she was still healing from this trauma just as much as you were and it wouldn’t just go back to normal after one night, but finally you knew there would be a change. Finally, you knew the old JJ was coming back to you. Still, you didn’t want to sleep. Still you wanted more of your wife. Blame it on the long wait, blame it on greed, or the desperate need to be reassured that she still loved and wanted you after weeks of the cold shoulder. Who knows, but once you felt her lips on you again you couldn’t stop yourself from needing more. 

“I don’t want to sleep yet…” you mumbled against her lips, your hands slipping from her face to run down her chest and stomach. You, yet again, tried to deepen the kiss, your tongue peaking out to trace her bottom lip. This time, JJ didn’t pull away as quickly as before, her lips parting so you could hesitantly brush your tongue against hers. But when JJ started to feel your hands dip under her shirt and press to her bare stomach, that’s when she pulled away again.

“(Y/N)...” She warned, her lips still so close they were brushing against yours as she spoke. “We can’t do this tonight. I could hurt you.”

“You won’t,”  you mumbled as your lips fell to her jaw, kissing along it as slowly as possible. JJ’s arms moved from around your body to still the hands that were slowly creeping up her shirt. Her grip was loose though, hesitant even. You could tell her resolve was weak. Truthfully, she didn’t want to stop you either. The moment she kissed you it felt like a fire reawakened in her and she didn’t want the feeling to go away. She wanted to feel you close. Feel your skin on her skin. For some reason, she felt like it was the only way to ensure that this all wasn’t a dream. But she also knew you were still healing, still fragile and breakable, and if she did anything to hurt you again she didn’t think she could live through that.

But then your lips were trailing down to her neck and she could tell that this meant more to you than she could ever possibly realize. She could tell that you needed to feel wanted, comforted, and close to her. To deny you felt impossible. “I need you,” you whispered against her skin and that’s when every ounce of willpower went out the window. “Just be gentle.” 

JJ’s hands finally slipped from your wrists. With the utmost care, she pushed you to lie on your back. “If anything hurts,” JJ began as her hands began to pull at the elastic of your pajama pants. “You need to tell me immediately.” You just nodded in response, your hands moving to brush hair from her face as she looked down at you in the moonlight.

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Her heart was racing and so was yours. It felt almost as if it was the first time between you two all over again. Every time JJ touched you she did it with so much control and gentleness. Her hands caressed every inch of your body and it almost felt as if she was trying to pour every ounce of love she withheld from you the past few weeks into this one moment. 

With her lips traveling all over your body and your hands roaming hers with every chance you got, it didn’t take long for you to become a dripping wet mess for her. When she finally sunk her hand down between your legs to where you wanted her most you both groaned at the contact. It had been too long and never had you wanted to feel her like this as badly as you did in this very moment. 

When two fingers slid into you, she did it at an infuriatingly slow pace. It was partially driving you crazy, how slow and gentle she was being, but you also knew that this is how JJ needed to feel you, how she needed to love you. So, you tried to be patient, tried to take her in slowly, even if your body felt as if it was on fire the moment her hands began to roam. 

She made love to you gently. Perhaps more gentle than she had ever been. Not that JJ was always one to be rough, but before the incident she had a hunger for you that was very clear in the way she touched you. She took what she wanted from you and you tried to keep up. Now, however, she was careful. In every moment, every stroke of her finger, she took her time, but she was also taking you in. Every sigh you made when her fingers pressed down in a spot you particularly liked, every twitch of your hips as her fingers slid out only to push back in, every quiet moan you let out when you felt her thumb brush against your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

JJ didn’t want to hurt you, and that’s partially why she was going so slow, but another part of it was that she didn’t want this moment to end. In the morning, she meant it, things wouldn’t go back to how they were, but she knew that in the morning there would be more talk, more tears, more pain to work through. So for now, she just wanted to be with you. To be with her wife who she almost lost, who she almost pushed away, who she absolutely couldn’t live without. 

With your shirt pushed up your chest and her lips latched onto your nipple, she relished in the taste of your skin and the feeling of you almost completely bare beneath her. It only took a few more strokes of her fingers inside of you before you were falling apart, and the way your body moved as she drove you closer to an orgasm had her mesmerized. Everything felt so much more intense after everything that had transpired. She didn’t realize just how much she needed this too, until she felt you tighten around her fingers as you came to your release.

When you finally came down from your orgasm all JJ wanted to do was keep going. She wanted to touch you more, wanted you to touch her and you wanted the same. But she still worried for your health and didn’t want to push it. The way your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath gave her the indication that perhaps even this was a little too much for one night. But she pushed that fear down for now, deciding instead to hold you and make sure you fall back asleep.

JJ rolled to your side again, pulling you with her this time into a close embrace. You began to protest, not wanting to stop, wanting to return the favor, but JJ was quick to shush you. She explained that there would always be tomorrow night if you felt rested and well enough after what you both had just done tonight. With the mention of there being a tomorrow like that, it was all you needed to hear to give in. In all honesty, you were tired too. Still not having the same stamina as you once did. You knew it would come back, that you would heal, that your relationship would too. All in good time.

JJ stroked your hair as she held you, feeling your breathing calm as you fell asleep. Her eyes closed slowly as she pulled you closer and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. In the darkness of the room, before drifting to sleep too she whispered, “I won’t let anything hurt you ever again.”

A/N: Well, there you have it! The end of the series. Hope you enjoyed <3 

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[anonymous-tals]

I wrote some of this in another post but I just wanted to expand on it since I think it’s an interesting subject.

(Also, just putting this upfront, I feel the necessity of clarifying, obviously, bisexual is it’s own identity, it isn’t just a pit stop on the way to someone realizing they’re gay, I’m just talking about trying to figure out who you like or perhaps don’t like being a part of figuring out your sexuality)

The Buster saying Gob might be bisexual moment has been commonly viewed as definitive but personally, I don’t think it was meant to be an answer to the question of Gob’s sexuality. I think it was answering a different question by being one half of an entirely new question. Before, it was “Is he gay or straight?”, the straight option ruling out Gob loving Tony in a gay-umbrella-term way. Just friends. Besties, even. Just a couple of dudes…But we know that’s not true. They are not just a couple of dudes. They are dudes who want to be a couple. So by rewriting it to make it “Is he gay or bisexual?”, that answers “Is Gob’s love for Tony real and very gay-umbrella-term?” with a yes, yes it is. But now, there is a new question that’s been proposed: is he attracted to men and women or just men?

I’m inclined to believe it’s just men.

(I’m not gonna go super in depth cause this has already been discussed so much and I don’t want to be redundant but there are certain elements I haven’t seen discussed that I’ve personally thought about so that’s what this is for)

Gob really does not come across like a bisexual character to me. If he was written as bisexual, I feel like that would’ve been shown more, ya know(for those who know the character, I’m thinking of how they wrote Daryl in Crazy Ex-Girlfriend)? It would’ve a question of “Why do I find both groups attractive?” rather than “Why can’t I find one of these groups attractive?” I mean, the writers know the term bisexual and if that was the intention, why would they include how he hasn’t slept with a women since Tony and all the scenarios in which he’s uncomfortable with and avoiding being with women? And it’s not just that Joni is older and has weird fake boobs or that Kitty is repulsive to him. The woman at the conversion therapy place is very conventionally attractive and still, even though he genuinely tries to be all charming and flirt, he can’t get himself to commit and promptly walks away, very uncomfortable and disinterested(but that ‘t’ necklace she’s wearing does remind him of a certain someone he is attracted to). And it’s not like it’s a being dedicated to Tony so much that he can’t make comments about other people or find others attractive, either. He calls one of the closet guys cute, someone pointed out how he checks out Adhir at one point. The guy foxes thing, even. But again, when it comes to women, whenever he tries anything, he gets uncomfortable and/or leaves or tries to leave the situation. I mean, he can at times hardly even lie about sleeping with and being attracted to women. And it’s not just season five: when you look at all his relationships with women throughout the whole show, it’s night and day compared to how he acts with Tony. And Tony’s not the first partner he’s had that believes in him and is supportive of and nice to him. The difference is that he’s a man.

Another thing, I’ve seen the closet scene, the fact that they were gonna be going in and out of closets, viewed as, like, a metaphor for Gob being bi but the thing is, we literally see that Gob gets out of the gay closet and can’t get back into the straight closet no matter how much he tries, which echoes his arc in the show and is emblematic of what I’ve already mentioned throughout this. Ever since Gob developed feelings for Tony and they had sex and he had this realization, he’s been trying desperately to force himself to be straight or, hell, just like women at all, but it never works because he is gay.

*And frankly, I interpreted Buster saying that Gob might be bisexual as him just coming to the conclusion that Gob is bi based on what Gob told him. I have to believe that Buster knew to some extent that Gob liked guys. I mean, he saw him around Tony during the Sword of Destiny stuff. He saw how Gob talked to Tony and about Tony. Plus, Buster's the only one who ever truly payed attention to him, like, actually listened, so I'm sure he noticed other things too and Michael literally shouted, "I knew it!" so I feel like it's realistic to believe this wasn't exactly a well kept secret. And in season five, when Gob is talking to Buster about how he's gonna turn himself back to being straight because he's not to gay but, ya know, it's obvious to Buster that Gob is definitely not straight, in Buster’s mind, perhaps what's confusing his older brother, who seems to be identifying with both straight and gay, is that he likes both men and women. I mean, from Buster's perspective, that would make sense, especially given the lifetime of bragging about sleeping with women that Gob has done. But we have information and insight that he doesn’t and when you look at the show as a whole, the situation doesn’t read as Gob being confused because he likes both men and women and thinks he has to choose, it reads as Gob in a last ditch effort to convince himself he’s not gay and likes women.

I’m pretty sure at the time, there was a possibility of another season or a movie or something and I’m sure this would’ve been delved into more there. Because of the whole “the feeling was friendship” thing, a lot of people did not get that they were actually in love(including me, I’m very oblivious and gullible) and I think a lot of this season was spent making sure that was clear, that they did really love each other and not as just friends. They even in their ending scene together, say that they can’t be friends, which someone else(I can’t remember who but credit to whoever it was) pointed out that it seemed like a subtle way for the writers to show that they aren’t just friends, they’re doing gay stuff together cause they like dudes. But even without a following season or movie, I think we already have sufficient information spanning the entirety of the show that answers whether Gob is gay or bisexual and in my opinion, Gob is gay.

And of course, if you think he’s bi, hell yeah, that’s cool, you do you. This isn’t meant to stomp all over your hc. These are just my thoughts on this subject.

Edit:

*Just thought I should add this since my interpretation of this specific scene has changed after @theflannelwizard pointed this out(this was a bit ago now but I hadn’t thought to add it until now). My conclusion is still the same, I just feel the need to amend this specific part:

Really, I don’t know how I didn’t, like, think about this until it was pointed out to me, it’s so obvious now that that was the joke.

Also just another addition, cause I somehow completely forgot about this when I wrote this, there were the, like, two weeks(? whatever the span of time was) where him and his dad went all across Mexico with the specific intention of getting with women and Gob couldn’t get himself to do anything with a single woman and was struggling to even feign interest.

And then another thing with Gob finding other dudes attractive, on top of the other stuff I mentioned, he also calls up the Hot Cops at one point to schedule them to come over. So again, it’s not like he’s so dedicated to Tony that it’s impossible for him to find others attractive and express that. With men, he’s comfortable doing that, but with women, he is not.

#take a drink every time i say the word question in that first paragraph oy vey #another day another arrested development essay written #gob bluth #will arnett #tony wonder #ben stiller #blunder #arrested development #gob is gay #also not relevant to this point but tony is bisexual #i think there’s probably good arguments for tony on both the gay train and the bi train #but idk #i just like the bisexual tony hc

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Mmmh.. Could you write something like.. Billy saving Steve from something from the upside down or similar? (could be in the upside down when Steve gets dragged there, or maybe from vecna, or whatever can spark your idea) your writing is so good!

thank u, anon!! you gave me a nice little challenge with this prompt 🥰 i decided on a small rewrite for that S4 scene since Billy would’ve definitely kicked demobat ass to save Steve!

no tw, but they are established bc i think it adds a little something

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“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Billy can’t help but to ask with a lip curled in disbelief, his brows furrowed to complete the look.

Steve, who has just peeled his yellow sweater off, glances back at Billy and eyes him as he steadies himself on the rocking boat. His tone is a little condescending as he replies, “I’m going down to find the gate..?” Like they’ve been discussing the whole boat ride, duh.

Billy outright laughs at his boyfriend, sharp and mean, because fuck that. “The hell you are, Harrington.”

Brows furrow as Steve turns to face him, “And why the fuck not?”

Because he’s worried. Because he won’t be able to protect Steve from up here if he’s down in the water. Instead of saying any of that, he says, “Because you wouldn’t last a minute down there, pretty boy.”

The banter is far from new, but honestly at this point in their relationship, Billy knows that it’s long turned into bickering. Like a goddamn married couple.

Steve blinks in his own disbelief, like he can’t believe what he’s just heard, and rebuffs with, “Which one of us was captain of the swim team and a certified lifeguard for three years?!”

“Ha. We’re both certified lifeguards, remember, baby? And which one of us has been surfing in the goddamn ocean since he was a kid, hm?”

“Well—“

“Guys!” Robin finally shouts, glaring at the two of them, “Please stop with the dick measuring contest already, we have a very pressing issue!”

Right. World-ending monster man. As if this wasn’t Billy’s first rodeo with it.

Steve, his absolutely stubborn and resolute boyfriend, doubles down by saying, “I’m going down, okay? And I’ll be right back up once I find it - it’s probably right beneath us.”

“Fine,” Billy huffs, letting his mouth twist in a smirk as he stands and shrugs off his jacket and toes off his boots, “Then I’m going with you.”

A soft chorus of ‘jesus christ’ and ‘come on’ is muttered from Nancy, Robin, and Eddie as the couple stare each other down. Old habits are hard to break, Billy supposes. He can’t help but to antagonize Steve in front of an audience - regardless of how much he loves him.

But, Steve doesn’t argue. No, instead, he rolls his eyes like the brat he is and grabs a flashlight from Nancy before diving into the dark water. Like a total show off.

Not one to be outdone, Billy grabs the flashlight offered by Eddie and gives the other metalhead a playful wink before he’s diving in behind Steve.

The water is murky but he manages to keep his eye on Steve’s flashlight, following him down deeper into the lake, until he can see Steve’s silhouette in a glowing red light at the bottom of it.

The gate.

He can’t see exactly what his boyfriend is doing, but he’s getting way too close to the gate for Billy’s liking. Before Billy can swim down to grab him, the pretty boy is hightailing it back, swimming towards the surface and so Billy quickly follows suit.

They break through the surface with matching gasps, grabbing onto the edge of the boat as the other three lean over to look at them expectantly.

“It’s down there,” Steve breathes as he pushes his hair back from his face, Billy wanting to push him back into the boat to keep him safe, but Steve keeps rambling, “Right below us, it’s pretty damn big, like, this isn’t a little baby gate, this is—“ Steve stops abruptly, water splashing into his mouth as he’s pulled down a little, a confused look on his face as he looks to Billy.

Billy is about to say that it wasn’t him when Steve’s dragged underwater, and there isn’t even a second of hesitation before he’s inhaling a deep breath and diving under again. He can see Steve being dragged through that goddamn gate, and his heart is in his throat as he swims as fast as he can down to it, worried that it would seal shut before he could reach it. Thankfully, it doesn’t, and he breaks through the watery gate with a gasp, clawing at the ground as he crawls out of it.

He hears Steve before he can properly see him - hears him crying out “BILLY!” as his boyfriend is quickly overwhelmed by ugly looking creatures swooping down from the sky to attack, knocking Steve to the ground hard.

When he doesn’t get up, Billy acts, pushing past his racing heart and aching lungs to run over to where Steve’s been dragged. Fear strikes his heart as he finally gets a good look at him, pinned to the ground and crying out again, his face twisted in obvious pain as those bats bite at his skin.

There’s an old oar on the ground next to Steve that he grabs, and Billy doesn’t hesitate to plant his feet and lift the oar over his head as the fear melts out of his heart - just like it had when he went up against the Mindflayer.

The crack of splintering wood is satisfying to his ears as he hits the first bat away, stepping on the tail of the second one around Steve’s neck as he stabs it with the broken end of the oar. He’s desperate to get Steve free until another bat grabs at his blond hair, distracting him, and his mind races with no, no, no as he tries to get it away.

Nancy suddenly smacks the bat out of his hair with her own oar moments later, Robin and Eddie doing their best to fend off the creatures, too. He looks to Steve, watches how he’s slamming the last bat down again and again, grunting angrily as he does, until the bat is nearly dead. Instinctively, Billy rushes over to step on the bat’s wing as Steve gives a final pull of its tail, splitting the creature in half.

The sky cracks with red lightning and shakes the ground with thunder, and Steve looks fucking feral like this - shirtless and bloody, spitting out dark blood from a bat he bit as he and Billy lock eyes.

There’s adrenaline and anger simmering under his skin. He told Steve not to go, that Billy should’ve been the only one to swim down there, but Steve never listens and those dark eyes are fierce and alive and Billy feels his tight chest finally loosen.

He reaches for Steve then, his boyfriend reaching out for him at the same time, although he does stumble a little. Billy only lets himself feel relieved once he has Steve in his arms and they’re holding each other tightly, spitting out in half-hearted anger, “Don’t try and pull that hero shit ever again.”

Steve laughs quietly into his ear, the shock probably setting in as he leans against Billy for support rather than comfort and mutters, “Only if you promise to keep pulling that hero shit, babe.”

And he will. As much as he fucking needs to, because he knows Steve isn’t going to stop, either.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #steve x billy #billy x steve #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #the sass between billy and steve in s4 would’ve been so good #prompt fic #bambiwrites

[my-mt-heart]

I’ve never seen a show emphasize (in the dialogue) how two characters are friends. Yes it may be mentioned casually here and there but it seems like the TWD main show went out of their way to state emphatically that Caryl are friends. Then the actors repeat it off camera (or Norman says worse like ageist stuff). What worries me is that they brought that characterization over into the spin off when they had Carol say I’m looking for my friend Daryl. We as the audience know their relationship so there was no reason for her to say that and it makes me think Zabel did that on purpose to set the stage for how he plans to portray them. I think Carol’s first line about Daryl should have had more emotion behind it.

The emphasis on friendship never bothered me because it’s not a lie. Their bond is rooted in a deep friendship. But it’s also a lot more than that as exemplified by the writing and after a whole series + one season of a spinoff, the ambiguity both on and offscreen is incredibly frustrating. Why is it okay to blatantly tease romances with younger female characters, but Caryl’s relationship has to get buried under layers of subtext while EPs won’t even acknowledge the possibility of it? Could they be gearing up for a big surprise? Sure and let’s hope, but I wish they’d consider the negative impact those optics have on Caryl’s story, on Carol, on Melissa, and on her fans i.e. perpetuating ageism and encouraging bullying.

Melissa’s performance in 106 was nothing short of amazing just to be clear, but the scene itself was unimpressive. It was full of gimmicks, highlighting one particular character trait—her being a badass—without driving her *emotional* arc forward. It would’ve been a good place to further tease whatever it is she’s “holding back” or tease canon if the two things aren’t related. If we’re just supposed to be be happy to see her—and again, to be clear—we are—then Zabel, AMC, etc. grossly underestimate their audience’s need for strong writing. The rewrites make me wary, but on the bright side, I don’t think Carol’s “story” in S1 should necessarily set our expectations for her story in S2, not when Melissa had a lot of creative input on the latter.

#caryl #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol #the book of carol #twd caryl

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

—-POSSIBLE SECTET INVASION SPOILERS-—

I try not to bash on MCU projects because everyone else does enough of that. Not to say I like the MCU entirely. I’m rewriting it for a reason

But.

How.

The fuck.

Did they not even, I don’t know, hint at Teddy? The whole time. Which wasn’t nearly long enough, mind you.

It could have been so easy.

I literally made a post credit scene up in my head in like a matter of three seconds that could have hinted at him without much effort at all. And I am not even being paid for this shit.

Literally could’ve been the shittest post credit scene ever. Just. Fucking. Teddy’s mom seeing the announcement and sending him a ‘stay safe today’ message. Literally just his name on the top of a fucking phone screen would’ve been enough for me.

But noooo. Don’t mention the Skrull prince in the Skrull show

#maybe I’m too pissed off about this. but screw you #if he’s not in the marvels I’m quitting #like genuinely #he’s my favourite and whilst I wish marvel would never touch him I do also fear them excluding him entirely #like if they do Young avengers minus Teddy I’m dead. I’m dying. there’s no hope #mcu #marvel #secret invasion #young avengers #marvel cinematic universe #teddy altman #hulkling

[jakowskis]

Day 8 - Are there any scenes (or even full episodes) that you can’t stand? If yes, and you could go back in time and rewrite them, how would you fix them?

LITERALLY HAD TO PUT THIS UNDER THE CUT TOO BC ITS SO LONG FJSDHFKJSDFHKDSJFHKDSJDSHFSDKJFHK I HATE THIS FUCKING SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

im not gonna rlly propose fix-its, i just like to bitch. haha. anyway, in no particular order…

the owen & jack jail scene in dmw. it’s sooo frustratingly underwhelming. they had the perfect chance to explore some really interesting stuff with jack + his relationship with his immortality, and to explore the parallels drawn between the two of them, and jack suddenly having someone who might also "live" forever to keep him company… and then they Didn’t. it’s suuuch a let down. and the first half of that scene being ‘light-hearted’ and gross is so irritating and disrespectful to owen. absolutely the wrong tone. that ep pisses me tf off.

i have a lot of issues with owen & jack’s relationship in general. in aditd, when owen tries to drown himself + finds he can’t, and jack’s reaction is to 1) throw a soulless flirty line at him, and 2) ask him “how long he’s gonna do this for”... that scene bugs the fuck out of me. like what the fuck. what a monstrous way to react to someone who’s suicidal. and i’d like it if the show ever bothered to explore why jack seems to view owen’s suicidality with such disdain (because it’s a consistent thing; he’s also callous in combat), like that could also provide insight into his character - but they don’t! ugh! so it just makes him look like a fucking dick and makes me resent him. especially when he’s a lot more sympathetic to john in out of time. like why is he so nasty to owen in particular. fuck knows, they don’t bother touching on it. missed opportunities!!!

and, returning to the way dmw treats owen, i hateeee how he’s treated once he’s dead, by the characters AND the writers. everyone on the team is cruel towards him during his undead arc. they warm up again to him later, but the show itself decides he’s no longer relevant after that + seems to act like all his angst went away and he’s fine again. torchwood SUCKS at emotional continuity. the only time it comes up is that they REPEATEDLY have the antagonist of the episode make a point to remind owen + the viewers how pathetic and useless he is now that he’s dead (the nostravite + the ghostmaker both do it). and it’s just.. corny, and disrespectful, like come on.

actually dead man walking as a whole... i just hate that episode. i talked about it more here, it’s just….. ridiculous, and bad, and embarrassing 😭 i had to skip the fucking fight scene at the end i didn’t have the strength i get secondhand embarrassment too easily HFDJKSHFKDJS. the concept isn’t terrible it’s the fucking execution its sooo… idek how i’d fix that mess. i don’t like it. blegh. and like i said, tw does emotional continuity so poorly, like i don’t really have a question i can fully bitch about this on (well? maybe. we’ll see) but the way they go through significant traumas every ep and the emotional weight of those events is never touched on in the following eps... like the shit in dmw would’ve been a lot for owen to deal with but by aditd he’s got other problems. it’s just… ugh.

and if dmw is the second worst use of bad cgi, we must talk about the first… abaddon. i love end of days so fucking much, the interpersonal shit going on between the team is FASCINATING and so good, the mutiny scene is so good, them all being haunted by their past (aka the events of the past 12 episodes) is so good, for torchwood it’s a GOOD episode - and then there’s this fucking ridiculously embarassing terrible monster from the depths of hell stomping everywhere and roaring and i literally cannot describe how hard i was laughing when i first watched that ep. genuinely hysterical. especially after getting gut-punched like thirty times throughout the rest. and whatever jack did to defeat it... so fucking bad. SO fucking bad. idk what the fuck that was but it was a MESS. and the worst possible way to wrap up the “something’s coming out of the darkness O.O” bullshit (which, they didn’t, that continued into owen’s arc, like cmon…) it was just a shit show. see it’s hard for me to hypothesize about how they coulda fixed that bc it’s so bad but it’s kind of iconic. im kind of glad it’s there bc it’s just… torchwood wouldn’t be torchwood if it wasn’t fucking awful. but also. shudders.

ok ok i swear ill stop complaining abt owen-specific shit but ofc thts what i take most issue with, and a lot of my complaints abt the others are less about specific scenes and more generalized things, so ill talk about them when i talk about their characters… ill talk about this more in owen’s section, but i have… problems with the end of days ending, with the hugs. i like that scene a lot, the connotations are fascinating, but the way owen and jack are framed in it is…. eugh…. and most people miss the fact that it’s ‘eugh’? a lot of people see it as a sweet scene and that’s… oof… again i’ll get into it more later but i wish it was framed differently. torchwood could never make up it’s mind on how it saw the characters, lmao.

adjacent subject… the way jack’s return is framed. i HATE the way they just bounce back to normal once jack comes back. like, him leaving would’ve been fucking traumatizing. and the show doesn’t properly give closure to any of them. (it does a tiny bit to gwen + ianto, but like… owen’s abandonment issues are a consistent theme in the show, esp s1. his ‘did he fix you?’ line is unnecessarily sooo heartbreaking. what do you mean ur not gonna give a single moment to those two. Okay.) tbh a lot of these complaints are about the fact that i desperately wish torchwood was a show that cared about the emotions + mental health of their characters when it simply Is Not. tw is, regrettably, not the character-focused show it should be. and i hate it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

a few last owen specific things…. i hate the owen growling at the weevil scene in combat. like what was the deal with that. they don’t rlly explain it in the commentary either it’s just. ?? but again it’s one of those things thts like. i can’t imagine a world where this show was actually good + didn’t have random weird cringe shit sprinkled in HFKSDJF it’s part of the charm. sigh

also owen & mark shouldve fucked. combat should’ve been gayer.

captain jack harkness should’ve been LESS gay. the excessive tongue kissing was fucking gross FSHDFJKDS like. i know that scene’s important to a lot of people + i respect it as an important moment in queer television + the way it’s framed as this big romantic moment, but the actual kissing is just. gross. why did they have to kiss like that. there are better ways to kiss. sincerely, someone who’s very picky about kisses + still covers my eyes like a kid at like 60% of onscreen kisses. 

tkks stopwatch scene. ianto why are you flirting w the man who killed ur girlfriend four episodes ago. fucking evil. like ok lmao 👍thats not bad writing whatsoever to never explore that in-show and only do it in an audio 10 yrs later. sure.

all of them randomly having empathy for the alien whale in meat has always driven me crazy. i thought we were gonna find out that the whale had like, empathy-enhancing powers or telepathy or smth bc i couldn’t understand why any of those assholes cared sm. like, in tkks we find out the glove is fueled by empathy + that’s why none of them can use it. like, these are people who aren’t naturally empathetic. nothing wrong with that, i’m like that lol. so i was really thrown off when they randomly all deeply cared about an alien creature. especially owen. like, i get randomly being moved by something, happens to the best of us, but the way it affected all of them + so profoundly felt ooc to me and has always bugged me a little. s2 tried so badly to humanize a group that s1 painted as absolute assholes, and i personally LOVE that they’re assholes. i am not the biggest fan of s2, lol.

a lot of tosh scenes bug me, bc the show generally has very little respect for her + her capabilities, but ill get into that more when i talk about her as a character. specifically some of the tosh & owen scenes fucking INFURIATE me. he’s so nasty to her. the end of adam (‘i dont do apologies’ and the smug little smile), and laughing at her when he agrees to the date in reset, and ‘in your dreams, tosh’ in countrycide all stand out. ive complained about it before + ill do it again; idk wtf they were trying to tell the viewers with tosh/owen. i like the concept of the ship, because it has potential - i absolutely HATE it within the context of the show. every ‘towen moment’ just works to humiliate tosh. it’s awful.

killing beth. im sure other people have done essays on the way torchwood treats its poc, esp its woc (although, knowing this fandom, maybe not lmao), and the lisa sitch was enough of a mess… the beth sitch could’ve been done differently. her essentially committing suicide by cop was fucking awful. ugh.

also the twist that suzie was evil + ten steps ahead could’ve been done much better. that should’ve been better written. 

as i said, i dont even like tosh/owen, but the fact that you never see them dance in something borrowed was just plain mean tbh. u can see like a millisecond of a frame if you pause in the right place, but still, why not include a fraction of a nice moment between them. cmon. something like that might’ve actually made me like them more

i hate the blowfish confrontation in kkbb it’s corny. cmon

i bitched about adam a lot the other day (again, here)… idek how i’d get that episode up to my standards. im petty about s2 as a whole and ive been meaning to try to put thought into what would fix it for me for months and i haven’t gotten around to it cuz its such a daunting thought. grr. i think i’d just completely redo the way adam influences them all. i literally don’t like what any of their altered selves offer. there’s no insight into them i find worthwhile. ig the shit abt jack’s past is worth keeping but i’d redo it completely bc i hate the gray arc. i’d have to find some way to keep the conference scene though, or get that new character info + vibe elsewhere. bah

#tdot #txt #hey im posting this one in the afternoon instead of late at night! woah!

[elm-writes-stories]

Cuphead: Isle of Memories (Rewrite)

*Hey guys! I'm back with another episode of Cuphead: Isle of Memories rewrite! This is published on September 3, 2023. If you guys like the episode, don't be afraid to heart, reblog, and comment down below. Warning: there is one perverted scene that was not detailed, but the pervert gets beat up and thrown out of the story. LOL! Enjoy!*

Episode Four: A Damsel In Danger

It has only been a few days since the Tremaine incident.

The people infected with Tremaine had torn each other apart and others who were not infected with Tremaine. The jailhouse housing the prisoners, including Saltbaker, closed up and boarded up to keep the infectees out and keep the prisoners safe. Word got around quick that the strange substance was infecting the ocean, meaning their water systems would be infected too.

The remaining villagers who were not infected with Tremaine hid inside of their houses and shops, boarding up the doors and windows.

However, the gang had become larger with the Moonshine Mob and Esther’s gang involved in hiding at the Howling Aces. For the past few days, the group was busy reinforcing the base, making sure that no one could get to the base without being caught in a trap or shot on sight.

In the dreary morning, Brineybeard helped O’Fera and Murray barricade the doors. After finishing barricading the doors, Murray noticed Mugman sitting and staring at the window in the living room with a sad look on his face. Cuphead, Chalice, and Canteen watched him with soft gazes.

Murray approached the kids and frowned to see Mugman still moping. He walked over and sat down next to his son. “You’ve been like this for a few days. Do you want to talk about what’s going on in your mind?”

Mugman bit his lip, trying not to cry. “Did you see the way she cried? I should’ve been faster. I should’ve saved her before Devil could hurt her and disappear. I-I thought she died…I-I didn’t think Devil would…I-I—”

“Hey, it’s not your fault for what happened to Cassidy—”

“It is,” Mugman choked. “I should’ve protected her when she got shot in the head. I should’ve seen it comin’. I should’ve done everything to keep her away from me while I have Tremaine inside of me. I caused this…I caused all of this.” He started to sob, hugging himself. “I caused all of this. If I hadn’t given her name away to Hunter or fight harder against him, you guys would’ve been safe. I-If I have fought against Bowlboy and not let him inject me with Tremaine…none of this would never happened. It’s all my fault!”

“Mugman—”

“Now the whole world is infected with Tremaine! I saw it! I saw it in my dream and it came true! I-I don’t want it to come true! I have a dream about a battlefield…but I don’t want it to come true either! What is happening to me, Dad?!”

Murray frowned to watch his son’s body trembling and staring up at him with hopes that he would know the answer to all the problems in the world. “I don’t know, son. I don’t know.”

Mugman hugged himself, turning away from his father and towards the window. “I know.”

Murray sighed. “It’s not your fault for what happened to Cassidy. She wanted to help you just as much as any of us does. And she was determined to do so. She loves you, Mugman.”

Mugman wiped the tears away from his eyes. “I love her too.” He widened his eyes in shock that he said it. Then he set his gaze outside the window with a firm stare. “I love her too.”

“Murray, can you come over here real quick?” O’Fera asked until she realized he was talking to his son. “Oh, sorry, I—”

“It’s fine,” Murray said. “I’ll go help her real quick. Do you still need to talk?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Oh, okay.” Murray got up from his seat and walked over to Sergeant O’Fera to help her.

Cuphead, Chalice, and Canteen could see the look of determination on Mugman’s face.

“I’ve seen that look before. Whatcha thinkin’?” Cuphead questioned.

Mugman stood up from the couch and wiped away his tears away. “She loves me.”

“Yeah, that’s not news to us,” Chalice responded with her fists on her hips. “What’s your point?”

Mugman turned to face his friends and his brother. “If I were to be possess by Devil, Cassidy would do anything to help me get out of it. She tried to help me through Tremaine. What kind of a boyfriend would I be for letting her suffer under the Devil’s hands?! That’s why we’re going after her!”

Chalice and Cuphead brightly smiled at Mugman’s newfound determination while Canteen stood there confused.

“Wait, wait, do we even know how we can enter Hell? I’m sure that we won’t be able to use the Hellevator since it’s obvious way of going into it,” Canteen responded.

“Yeah, the ocean is infected with Tremaine to go underwater and enter from the deep sea. Even sailing across from it won’t work since the seas are rough and we might not be as lucky as we were last time,” Chalice added. “As much as I love to go back down there and rescue Cassi from trouble, there ain’t no way we could. Brineybeard and Porkrind had been searchin’ around the island before this Tremaine incident and couldn’t find a single entrance that could get us into Hell to rescue Cassidy.”

Cuphead rubbed his chin. “We’ll find some way to get in. We just need a solid plan that could get us and Cassidy out safely.”

Mugman frowned and rubbed his arm. “For how long then? Devil is doing who know what to her and I-I can’t even imagine the pain she’s going through—”

“Hey,” Cuphead interrupted his thought processing softly by placing a hand on Mugman’s shoulder. “We’re going to get Cassi out of this. One way or the other. We just need to find a way to—”

“Hi!”

Everyone turned to find Aurora standing behind the kids.

“Hi,” Cuphead greeted and then looked at his brother. “So, anyways—” Cuphead blinked in sudden realization and glanced at Aurora. “Aurora! What are you doing here?!”

“How did you even get passed the infectees?” Canteen asked with his body tilted a bit.

Aurora shrugged her shoulders. “They didn’d nodice me.”

“How did you even get passed the traps, girl?” Chalice asked.

“What traps?” Aurora questioned.

“We brought her in,” Murray interrupted while entering the room with O’Fera and Brineybeard. “Uh, we found her outside and took her in before any of the infectees see her.”

“Aye. She’s lucky they didn’ see her,” Brineybeard added.

O’Fera crouched down to attempt meeting the same eye-level as Aurora. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Mom?”

Aurora frowned. “Mommy is being mean do sissy.”

Cuphead sighed. “Well…there ain’t nothin’ much we could do—”

“Mommy is going to force Sissy to do something horrible.”

Cuphead arched a brow. “Like what?”

“Mommy is going do hold a pawdy fow evewyone wo is wich. Sissy will have do addend dhe pawdy...and-and do somedhing howwible,” Aurora explained, rubbing her arm.

“Honey, she’s hiding from the infectees like everyone else,” O’Fera replied softly. “Why would she hold a party for something that might be—?”

“Id’s a beaudy pageand for kids like me...an my sissy is going do addend,” Aurora said with her arms trembling. “Please, save my sissy. Sissy needs do ged oud ov dhewe an fasd.”

O’Fera glanced at the others around her.

Brineybeard rubbed his chin. “Aren’t child beauty pageants...illegal?”

“Oh yeah, it’s illegal everywhere,” O’Fera responded and shook her head in denial. “I’m sure Aurora means regular beauty pageants…but still why hold a party after what happened with the infectees?”

“As Jerry said the other day, she’s got a case of a stick up in her butt,” Murray replied.

O’Fera stood up and nudged Aurora gently towards Brineybeard. “Watch the kids. I’ll go investigate—”

“While the infectees are out there?” Murray asked.

“Well, Tabitha was willing to hold a party with them still out there. We need to talk some sense into her to not hold a party so that she and the others she invited wouldn’t get hurt. Wanna come?” O’Fera offered.

“Sure,” Murray said with a nod. “Let’s go.” He looked at the kids. “Stay here. I’ll be back shortly.”

“But Dad—”

Murray left with O’Fera before Cuphead could even get a sentence in.

“Welp, I guess we’re stuck here,” Chalice responded.

Brineybeard looked to see Aurora staring up at him. “Ahoy thar!”

Aurora brightly giggled and wrapped her tiny hands around his bigger finger. “Hi!”

“Aww!” Brineybeard cooed while playing with Aurora with his large hand.

The kids watched the pirate being distracted by playing with Aurora, who looked at each other and slowly tiptoed away from the pirate and the toddler.

“Wait, what are we doing?” Canteen whispered to his friends.

“We’re gonna rescue Natalie first and then we’ll plan a way to rescue Cassidy,” Cuphead determined. “Let’s go.”

The kids nodded their heads in agreement and rushed out of the base, sneaking by traps and towards the exit.

~.~

The kids climbed on the rooftop of the small boarded up shop and looked to see the individuals with Tremaine, eating anything they could get their hands on. Mugman shivered in fear, hugging himself as a reminder of what he could’ve become.

Cuphead scanned the area to find Natalie’s mother’s bakery from a distance of the infectees. “Come on.”

The group followed Cuphead by hopping from rooftop to another to avoid the infectees’ gazes. They reached towards the bakery and snuck behind it to hide from the infectees, crouching down by the window while looking to see O’Fera and Murray confronting Tabitha in the kitchen. Natalie stood there idly with confusion written on her face.

Cuphead’s smile brightened to see Natalie and tapped on the window quietly. Natalie whirled around to find the kids waving at her. She clenched her teeth in fear and hurried to shut the shutters, so that Tabitha wouldn’t see them.

Cuphead lost his smile when Natalie shut the shades on them. Chalice shushed the others and turned into a ghost. She phased through the wall to find Natalie standing by the window sill in an attempt to hide them.

“What’s going on?” Chalice whispered to Natalie, causing her to jump with a gasp.

“Get out of here. Mom’s gonna see you—”

“You’re embarrassed of us?” Chalice questioned.

“No, no, not at all. It’s just that Mom has high standards and I have to meet them. If I don’t, then I’ll be a—”

Chalice rolled her eyes and possessed Natalie, controlling her to walk out of the door. She phased out of Natalie as soon they got outside.

“Hey, what was that for?” Natalie questioned angrily.

“Look, Nat, your sister says that you might be in trouble,” Cuphead responded.

“Ugh, Aurora. I’m so sorry that she came to you guys—”

“Oh, it’s no problem,” Cuphead replied. “She’s safe with Brineybeard. But your sister says something about a beauty pageant and you’re going to be in trouble.”

Natalie groaned. “I need to find her before Mom gets—”

“Wait,” Canteen interrupted. “Your mom is holding a party while everyone is either hiding for their lives or has been infected with Tremaine. Why is she doing that?”

“I don’t know! Please, get out before she sees you!” Natalie told the kids in a harsh whisper.

“Natalie, we’re only trying to help. Let us help you,” Cuphead begged.

Natalie shook her head with tears in her eyes. “I don’t need your help! I need you guys to leave before things get worse.”

“We should leave her,” Mugman suggested quietly.

“No,” Cuphead objected while looking at Natalie and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Natalie, the village is full of people now infected with Tremaine and your mother is going to get everyone killed by holding a party. And parties are usually loud, so it will definitely attract the infectees. She’s going to get you killed. Please, you need to come with us. We can take your mom with us if that makes it better. Just come with us—”

Natalie shrugged her shoulder away from Cuphead’s touch. “I can’t leave! I can’t be friends with people like you. I made a mistake with befriending the social outcast a long time ago.”

“Befriending Cassidy is a mistake?” Mugman growled, his eyes glowing blue suddenly in anger.

“Mugman,” Cuphead called his brother while jumping between his brother and Natalie. “Mugman, calm down—”

“First, you called Cassi a burden and now you said that you made a mistake befriending her!” Mugman shouted, still glaring at Natalie. “No! She made a mistake befriending you! You’re a horrible friend to her! You pushed her to where she almost died a couple of times just to please you! You pushed her around on her birthday and you blamed her for something that wasn’t even her fault! All because of your obsession in pleasing your mother, who is actually just as horrible as you! You’re becoming just like her! You two ain’t no different! And you know what, if you don’t want to even save yourself from the infectees, fine! Who cares?! You never cared about Cassidy or any of us anyway! You’re too obsessed with yourself and pleasing your horrible excuse of a mother!”

Mugman breathed heavily. He didn’t realize that his veins were glowing blue until now, along with some sparks coming out of his body and his wings extended. He softened his gaze when he saw his father and O’Fera peeking out with Tabitha, their eyes widened in shock. Tabitha was trembling in front of him and pulled Natalie away from them.

“See, Natalie, this is why you don’t befriend freaks,” Tabitha pointed at Mugman.

Mugman clenched his jaw, his body trembling.

Murray slowly approached his son in the hopes of calming him down. “Mugman…”

Mugman shook his head and ran off into the forest.

“MUGMAN!” Chalice called while chasing after him.

Canteen followed after her. “Mugman, wait!”

Cuphead gave one last glance at Natalie. She could see disappointment in his eyes. He shook his head and rushed off after his friends and his brother.

O’Fera glanced at Murray. “Go get your sons. I’ll stay here with them to keep them safe.”

Murray nodded his head and rushed off after the kids.

Tabitha scoffed. “You’re staying with us?”

“Well, you’re the one of the only ones not affected by Tremaine,” O’Fera stated with a stern glance.

Brineybeard showed up with Aurora on his shoulder, out of breath. “Where are they?! They jus’ took off on me!”

Tabitha swiftly picked Aurora off of Brineybeard’s shoulder. “Thank you for bringing her back.”

“Aren’t you slightly worried about your daughters?” O’Fera asked with her arms crossed.

“Mom!” Aurora groaned.

“Oh, of course, I’m worried,” Tabitha responded with her eyes rolled. “You don’t seem to worry about your pups though.”

O’Fera gave her a slight glare.

“Briney!” Aurora shouted, getting the pirate’s attention. “Me and you are like bread and butter!”

“Shh, you don’t tell that to people,” Tabitha responded.

“But we are,” Aurora replied.

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” Brineybeard cooed.

O’Fera arched a brow while Tabitha took Aurora and Natalie in.

“Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have a party to get ready for,” Tabitha growled and shut O’Fera and Brineybeard out.

“Aww, Aurora is so sweet,” Brineybeard replied with a soft smile.

O’Fera blinked in realization and knocked on the door.

Tabitha opened it. “Ugh, what?!”

“Your party didn’t happen to have a code to get in, does it?”

“Yes, and only the richest of the rich knows it. You peasants won’t ever know. Now go away!” Tabitha shut the door at O’Fera’s face.

O’Fera pondered for a moment and then pulled Brineybeard away from the door.

“Wha’‘s goin’ on, lass?” Brineybeard questioned.

“Briney, Aurora just gave you the code for the party.”

“Wha’? Wha’ be it?” Brineybeard gasped.

“Shh! It’s Bread and butter. That’s the code.”

“How would she know that?”

“She’s been around her mom. How would she not know that?”

“The wee lass be smarter than I thought.”

“Definitely. Let’s go find the others and tell them,” O’Fera determined as both the pirate and the soldier dog hurried into the forest. Unbeknownst to them, they were being watched by Tabitha.

~.~

Mugman ran through the forest, the sparks growing from his body. He tried not to let it grow out of control, but it was becoming so. His wings started to flap and he flew high for only a second until he lost his balance and crashed onto the ground. He breathed heavily, shaking his head. He tried to take deep breaths, but the fear and the anxiety was becoming overwhelming.

Why did he get mad at Natalie like that? Of course, he didn’t appreciate what she said about Cassidy…but…he had the urge to hurt Natalie for hurting Cassidy. And it wasn’t a minor urge to attack someone like the Ice Cream Man for spoiling the book he was reading. But he didn’t have the powers to harm anyone with then. Now, he had the powers to harm someone with and he already harmed the Moonshine Mob, Ribby, and Croaks by pure accident. This wasn’t what Cassidy would’ve wanted if she was here. If she was here, she wouldn’t want him to hurt Natalie. No matter how bad anyone treated her, she would never want her friends or anyone to hurt her bullies. Cassidy would’ve thought of what Mugman said about Natalie was cruel and would be determined to rescue Natalie.

Mugman wanted to cry in thinking of how Cassidy was before being turned into a pawn for the Devil. Now…she was under his strings and Mugman had no idea what was going to happen to her.

He sobbed, hugging his legs and burying his face in them. The sparks calmed down as he continued to weep. He heard footsteps coming towards him and he figured that it was his friends and his brother.

“I’m so sorry,” Mugman sobbed. “I-I don’t know what got over me.”

Cuphead stared at him softly along with Chalice and Canteen.

Chalice sat next to Mugman and rubbed his back. “I don’t blame ya, honestly. I would’ve been mad if someone said that about my lover too.”

“Me too,” Canteen responded while sitting on the other side of Mugman, rubbing his back too.

Mugman’s wings bend to shelter Chalice and Canteen comforting him.

Cuphead hugged Mugman from the front, burying his head into his brother’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Mugsy.”

Mugman shook his head. “No, it’s not. What I said to Natalie is cruel.”

“Eh, only a tiny bit,” Chalice responded.

“Still…” Mugman uttered. “Cassidy would’ve thought it was cruel if she was herself and here with us.”

The kids softened their gazes at him.

“I suck at being a boyfriend, huh?” Mugman asked, chuckling to himself.

“No, you don’t suck,” Cuphead responded. “Don’t go thinkin’ that. We’re still gonna rescue Cassidy out of Hell. We just need to find the entrance to it—”

Canteen noticed something while squinting his eyes at the distance. He stood up and walked over slowly away from the kids. “Guys?”

The kids looked to see smoke coming out one of the holes. They walked over by Canteen and watched the gray smoke rising.

Chalice sniffed. “It smells like brimstone.”

“That’s definitely it,” Canteen uttered in shock.

“Actually, that’s a volcano,” Brineybeard’s voice caught the kids’ attention.

The kids whirled around to find Brineybeard approaching them with O’Fera and Murray.

“I thought that ‘twas the entrance o’ Davy Jones’ locker too, but it turned out t’ be a volcano,” Brineybeard responded with a shrug.

“Or it could be a cover,” O’Fera predicted.

Brineybeard shrugged. “Better safe than sorry.”

Murray glanced at Mugman. “You doing okay, son?”

Mugman nodded his head. “Sort of. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” O’Fera replied. “How do you kids feel about breaking into a party to save Natalie and Aurora?”

“Wait, what?” Chalice uttered.

“But I thought she wants to please her mother,” Mugman responded.

“Well, yes. Mostly because her mother has poisoned her mind. We had cases like that and they’re a lot more common than you think. The question is, how do we get both of them out of there?” O’Fera questioned mostly to herself.

“Aye, Tabitha is goin’ t’ get the lasses scuttled by the infectees by throwin’ a party like that!” Brineybeard pointed out.

“We need disguises too,” Murray replied and looked at Cuphead. “I think it’s your time to shine on that one.”

“YES!” Cuphead shouted excitedly.

“But where would the party be held at?” Canteen asked with a brow raised.

“There’s a bunker nearby here where the party will be held at,” O’Fera responded. “Cuphead will worry about disguising you kids as some rich folks. We’ll get disguises for ourselves.”

“Ooh, Let’s go!” Brineybeard cheered.

~.~

The night came and the infectees were out in the woods now, eating everything that moved…but they weren’t near the bunker where the party was held at. Cuphead had shape-shifted both him and his friends into unrecognizable adult rich folks. As they were near the bunker, the eggplant guard stood by and crossed his arms.

“Name?” the guard asked.

“Uh…Sir Cupello,” Cuphead lied with gritted teeth.

“I’m Tallulah Piccolo,” Mugman responded, disguised as a female cup dancer in a washed up cyan blue dress.

“Cassandra Le Chay,” Chalice said, disguised as an adult chalice with a navy green dress and wearing jewels around her wrists. “And this is my husband, Melborn Le Chay.”

Canteen, disguised as Melborn Le Chay, blushed when Chalice mentioned of him being her husband and stuttered. “Uh, that’s right. And she’s my wife and I love her very much.”

Chalice blushed and giggled as if they were bantering with each other playfully. “No, I love you very much. You oughta know that by now—”

“Alright, alright, enough flirting,” the guard stated. “What’s the code?”

“Bread and Butter,” Cuphead, disguised as Cupello, responded with a smirk.

The guard moved aside. “Come on in, and don’t cause trouble.”

The kids disguised as adults entered the bunkered…not realizing how quiet it got. They first approached a crowded bar, where they spot O’Fera disguised as a rich man along with Brineybeard. He had a suit on too along with shoes to hide his peg legs.

“I feel like these boots are goin’ t’ slip off o’ me feet any moment now,” Brineybeard whispered his complaints to O’Fera.

“Just keep a low profile and you’ll be fine,” O’Fera responded. She noticed the kids were coming up beside them.

“Where’s Dad?” Cuphead asked, still disguised as Sir. Cupello.

“He ain’t here yet,” Brineybeard said with a huff. “Wha’‘s takin’ ‘im so long?”

On cue a lady cup missing an eye walked in with a purplish-pink sleeveless dress with a good amount of make-up. She had white sparkly gloves that went up to her elbow and pink heels that were comfortable enough to wear.

The kids noticed the lady with their eyes widened in shock.

“Sorry I’m a little late for the party—”

“Dad?!” Cuphead and Mugman shouted in shock.

Murray froze in his stance. He looked down at his dress and then back up to his kids. “The dress doesn’t make me look fat, does it?”

“Actually, it doesn’t,” O’Fera responded with a little blush on her face.

“Good,” Murray said with a smile and a blush.

“Ye know, fer a man, ye ain’t a bad lookin’ woman,” Brineybeard complimented.

“Thanks,” Murray replied. “So…what are we waiting for?”

“We’re waiting for you,” O’Fera said with a smirk on her face. “Let’s go.”

The kids and the adults headed over towards the purple curtains. They pushed through gently and looked to see that there was a stage with the platforms across the room as if someone will walk down the stage. The chairs were facing the stage and platforms, watching potential beauties making their way around to show off their outfits. There were onlookers sitting down as the group looked for the seats and sat there at the back, hoping to find Natalie and Aurora soon.

The lights were dim and the spotlights on stage lit up. Everyone tensed up while looking up at the black curtains hiding the beauties. Except, once the beauties came out, they turned out to be children. They walked down the stage and the platforms in their dresses, some revealing and some overzealous.

O’Fera widened her eyes in pure horror. “Aurora was telling the truth.”

The men, who had their faces contorted in shock, nodded their heads in agreement. The kids blinked in surprise that such shows actually existed. It made Mugman bite back his words he said to Natalie earlier.

Cuphead glanced up and saw Natalie on stage, in her dark pink dress. Her hair was was tied to a bun and she walked on stage on heels like a natural. He frowned seeing her like this since she didn’t look too happy doing it. Chalice and Canteen gasped in concern for their friend.

Brineybeard looked and noticed that Aurora was trying not to go on stage.

“I don’t wanna do it, Mommy,” Aurora whimpered.

“It’s something you must do, go on now.” Tabitha nudged her daughter into the spotlight. While she disappeared into the darkness to do other…business, Aurora stood under the spotlight with many eyes watching her. Her eyes watered while she began to sob in front of the audience. The audience scoffed at her for sobbing except for the group. Natalie glanced behind her and gasped to find her little sister crying. She shook her head and hurried to comfort her little sister. However when she was about to reach her sister, she met Tabitha’s glare with Tabitha shaking her head at Natalie.

“Don’t be a disappointment like your sister,” Tabitha growled at Natalie.

Natalie frowned and continued on with the show, planning to circle back to comfort her little sister.

Brineybeard looked at her with a soft gaze, but it was transformed into anger at the crowd. He stood up abruptly and marched through the crowd to get to the stage, despite O’Fera and Murray trying to stop the pirate. He didn’t care whether the crowd noticed his shoes slipping out of his peg legs or if Tabitha noticed him coming towards the stage. He continued forward and approached the side of the stage where Aurora was at.

Aurora sniffled and noticed Brineybeard approaching the stage and sweeping her up away from the spotlight.

“B-Briney! You came!” Aurora chirped, hugging the pirate.

“Of course, I did! We be gettin’ yer sister out o’ this too,” Brineybeard responded. When he looked for Natalie, she disappeared off stage. He looked around and charged through the crowd to find Natalie.

~.~

 Cuphead noticed Brineybeard looking around to find Natalie, but he managed to find her being taken by an older man on the other side of the room. He squinted his eyes in suspicion and rushed through the crowd, hopping over the platforms to get to where Natalie was.

Brineybeard saw Cuphead looking for Natalie on the other side of the stage and glanced to see the man taking Natalie behind the black curtain.

“He’s going to hurt Sissy,” Aurora whimpered.

Brineybeard narrowed his brows in determination and hobbled over the stage.

The others were squeezing through the crowd to follow Brineybeard and Cuphead.

Cuphead noticed the movement of the black curtain and hurried towards it.

“Now, sit still and look pretty for me, darling.”

Cuphead could feel the vomit coming out of his mouth, but he swallowed and opened the curtain to find Natalie having her bare leg touched by the cup man. Natalie looked so terrified that she froze in fear, which makes Cuphead angrier at the man.

“HEY!” Cuphead shouted and tackled the man away from Natalie. He started to throw punches, breaking the man’s ribs with strength he couldn’t control at the moment.

Brineybeard, Mugman, Chalice, and Canteen entered the tent with Aurora on Brineybeard’s shoulder. Mugman, Chalice, and Canteen joined in on beating up the man without question while Aurora cheered them from Brineybeard’s shoulder. O’Fera and Murray watched and looked at the kids.

“What did he do?” O’Fera asked.

“He’s bein’ a pervert!” Cuphead answered.

“Don’t need to ask further,” Murray responded with his arms crossed.

O’Fera joined the kids of beating him up and throwing him out of the curtain.

“SCRAM!” the kids barked.

Natalie looked at them afraid, not realizing that the adults were just her friends in disguise.

“Hey, don’t be afraid, it’s okay. It’s just us, Natalie,” Cuphead said, shape-shifting back to his normal self along with the other kids.

The tears welled up in Natalie’s eyes. She clenched her jaw to hold in her sobs and hugged herself. “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry for being a terrible friend to you guys! I’m so so sorry! I let everyone down anyway. I let you down! I let Cassi down! I let everyone down! I’m a mistake!”

Cuphead slowly approached her and rubbed her shoulders, gaining her attention back. He shook her head. “No, you ain’t.” He smiled at her. “We care about you.”

Natalie hugged Cuphead, who blushed when she hugged him and cried into his shoulder. He softly smiled at her and hugged her. “It’s okay. It’s okay. We’re right here.”

Chalice and Canteen joined the hug.

“Aw, c’mere, girlie,” Chalice replied and hugged her. “You’re gonna be okay. Welcome to the group of freaks.”

“Ah, we might need to change our group name,” Canteen chirped.

“Weirdos?” Chalice suggested.

“Nah.”

Chalice smiled with a giggle. “How about ding-dongs?”

“Yeah, that works,” Canteen joked, giggling.

“Then welcome to the group of ding-dongs, Natalie,” Chalice responded.

“Wait, what?” Canteen uttered.

Mugman smiled to see his friends and his brother hugging each other. However, he frowned and looked away, soon comforted by Murray.

Tabitha entered the scene. “What are you freaks doing?! You’ve ruined the show!”

“Well, one of your audience is touching your daughter in a not-so-appropriate way! Don’t you even care about your daughters’ safety?! You need to put a stop to these shows or else your daughters are going to get assaulted! Don’t you even care?!” O’Fera questioned angrily.

Tabitha looked to the side, telling O’Fera all she needed to know.

“You knew?” O’Fera growled, her tone had gotten lower.

Tabitha sighed. “It’s all part of business.”

O’Fera’s teeth clenched while growling more like an aggressive dog. She was about to leap to attack Tabitha, but Murray held her back.

“Wait, don’t—”

“Let me have her! Let me have her!” O’Fera yelled while struggling against Murray’s hold.

Tabitha smirked to see O’Fera being held back. “Such an aggressive dog. I bet your pups would be so distraught to find out their mother is aggressive. Oh wait, they died when you give birth to them. I bet that’s the Most High’s punishment for you.”

Everyone had their eyes in shock at Tabitha’s comment. They looked at O’Fera, seeing her anger rising higher than a ceiling. Murray glared at Tabitha and let go of O’Fera’s shoulders.

O’Fera lunged to attack Tabitha, punching her in the face.

Brineybeard guided the kids out of the tent along with Murray.

O’Fera continued to punch Tabitha’s face with Tabitha screaming for the dog to get off of her. The bug cops were called and entered the secret bunker to find Tabitha and O’Fera fighting in the tent.

“Hey, hey, hey!” One of the cops shouted as the cops tackled both of the women.

~.~

 O’Fera sat in the cell with a muzzle on her face and black and white striped clothes between Saltbaker and Tabitha. Tabitha had chips all over her face while trying to pretty herself up in the cell. Saltbaker looked surprised that O’Fera was in jail and leaned against the bars.

“So, whatcha in for?” Saltbaker asked.

O’Fera grunted with her arms crossed and her tail thumping against her jail bed.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot you had a muzzle on,” Saltbaker said with a faint smile. He looked at one of the bug cops patrolling the cells and tapped his shoulder. “Hey, what is she in for?”

The cop whispered to him.

Saltbaker glanced at O’Fera with a gasp in shock and then at Tabitha. He glared at Tabitha. “Hey, you know that comment you made was sensitive to O’Fera, right?! You got a lot of nerve to say that in front of her face!”

“Well, she’s punished for being too poor to have puppies. I had to tell her the truth.”

Saltbaker narrowed his brows. “You know, I’m disappointed in you. You were my apprentice once and now you’re running underground child pageants and have some perverts touch your daughter to make a quick buck! You oughta be ashamed of yourself!”

“Oh, but I’m not,” Tabitha said with a growl at Saltbaker. “Because I at least made more than you have.”

“You cheated,” Saltbaker snarled.

“And you did no better, now did you?”

The prisoners heard footsteps as they looked to see the guard with the keys and opened O’Fera’s cell door. He removed O’Fera’s muzzle.

“Come on, let’s get you out,” the guard said while holding O’Fera’s hand.

O’Fera found it strange, but she went along with it anyway. Saltbaker found it strange too and watched O’Fera on her way to exit the prison. The other guard showed up and blinked in surprise to find O’Fera’s cell emptied.

“Wait, where’s O’Fera?!” the guard shouted in panic.

“Wait, didn’t one of you—?” Saltbaker turned to see Cuphead and O’Fera at the end of the hall, exiting the prison. Cuphead saluted Saltbaker and walked out behind her.

Saltbaker smirked. “You sly dog.”

“Find the prisoner!” One of the guards shouted in panic.

The alarm bell went off.

From outside, Cuphead and O’Fera ran as fast as they could away from the prison with Mugman, Canteen, Chalice, and Natalie waiting for them along with Brineybeard, Aurora, and Murray.

“Go! Go back to base!” Cuphead called the group.

Brineybeard carried Aurora while Murray followed after him. Canteen and Chalice rushed behind them. Mugman and Natalie followed them until they reached back to base.

“Thanks for gettin’ me out, kid,” O’Fera said while ruffling with Cuphead’s porcelain head like he had hair.

“No problem!” Cuphead chirped.

Murray smiled at them both while entering base with his group.

Natalie was about to enter with her new group of friends until she noticed Mugman standing outside. She frowned and approached Mugman. “Hey.”

“Hey…look, I’m sorry for all the stuff I said. I just—”

“Got angry and protective?” Natalie inquired.

Mugman nodded his head.

Natalie frowned. “You don’t need to apologize. You were right. I hadn’t been a good friend to Cassidy and to you guys too. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for calling Cassidy a burden. I shouldn’t have at all. She didn’t deserve it.”

Mugman nodded his head. “You’re right, she didn’t. But…you shouldn’t apologize to me.”

“Who else am I going to apologize to? Cassi is dead.”

Mugman frowned and shook his head. “No…she’s not.”

“What do you mean?” Natalie uttered fearfully. She looked back to see Cuphead, Canteen, and Chalice frowning at her as if it were to confirm that Mugman was telling the truth. She glanced back at Mugman. “Is Cassi okay at least?”

Mugman was silent. He shook his head. “No. Devil’s got a hold on her.”

Natalie widened her eyes in shock and looked outside, breathing heavily. “Oh, Cassi…”

They all looked out into the horizon, watching the moon going down behind the mountain to almost end the night. 

 To Be Continued...

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Submission #90: Yet another take on Sonic Adventure 2

(Ok so quick warning, this part here was written after I finished everything else and Warning: it’s pretty long…like REALLY long… this was supposed to be a quick concept thing but I ended up creating a whole ass rewrite of a section of SA2 I would recommend you set aside like 15-20 minutes to read this as I’ve included a lot of detail)

Convoluted title I know but this one is going to be pretty jumbled up as it’s just an idea I’ve thought off and wanna see if anyone does anything with it. You know how Amy has the rings similar to Shadows inhibitors, hers are probably weights whilst shadows are inhibitor rings, I’m not sure if this has been mentioned or something but I think this idea could be cool, though it would also deviate from the original story of SA2 quite a bit, let me explain.

My idea is that with Amy’s modern design for SA1 and SA2, her outfit would be the exact same but without the rings on her wrists (maybe replace them with the bands she has on her riders design).  Instead she doesn’t get the rings until the end of SA2 when sonic returns to the ark after him and shadow fought the final hazard. Obviously the story would have to get reworked slightly with Shadow and Amy possibly having a few more scenes together and give Amy her own character arc, she still doesn’t fully believe in herself as she isn’t treated as an equal. (because let’s be honest the early 3D days Amy was ignored and not taken seriously by almost everyone in CD, SA1 and SA2, including Sonic).

One way to make Amy more important to the story of SA2 is to have her get to the ark much quicker so there could be an extra scene or two with her and Shadow. (It doesn’t even have to be shipping stuff but Shadow having flashbacks of Maria through Amy’s words similar to the how Amy helps Shadow remember Maria’s final words in SA2)  A way I think would work best to get Amy on the Space Colony Ark quicker is during prison island, instead of Rouge being trapped fighting the R-1/A Flying Dog (the Rouge boss fight in prison island, I’d show a picture but I don’t know how to)…

((Admin’s note: the submitter’s talking about this one here ^ ))

…she fights Amy instead.  The way this would occur is that when Amy would free sonic, he would tell her he needs to find that faker and make him pay, then runs off instantly, leaving Amy behind. In the hero story, after the stage metal harbor there would be a cutscene with Amy walking around, saying that she’s lost and she’d get annoyed and say out loud  “I would sacrifice anything for everyone to take me more seriously, even that fake hedgehog”  (Remember this)  (Also this might seem out of character for but at this point she‘s like 13? I’m not sure but she’s angry and this is something someone her age would say. Keep in mind she only sees Shadow as a Sonic copy, thinks he’s a Villain so she doesn’t really care about like, same with her and metal sonic.)  This part would be in the dark story Playthrough.

Then she runs into Rouge, Amy remembers she was with Eggman and fights her, trying to get answers however they both get locked in the room like Rouge did in SA2. The story would continue as normal with shadow showing up and surprisingly, he’d save both of them without hesitation, teleporting to the ark just before prison island blows up.  A scene would take place right after with Amy looking confused and relieved however Rouge instantly begins questioning why he saved them, Shadow says it would’ve been more hassle for him to get the emeralds off Rouge in a few seconds but Rouge counters by saying that’s a fair point but he could’ve just left her behind (pointing to amy) however he actively ran over to her and saved her too. He just walks off saying she talks too much however amy runs grabs his hand and says.  “Thank you”   Shadow just stares back for a second and says “it won’t happen again…” then walks off. (This would purely be a dark story cutscene)  To me this makes more sense as she doesn’t really do much in the story other than help shadow, maybe even have sonic and tails think she died (and in the hero story, actually have the player think she’s dead for most of the story) and have sonic realise that he should’ve treated her much kinder and as an equal and not someone who holds them back. This could even make sonic wanna go after shadow even more as he thinks that him and eggman killed her, to further set up the rivalry his shadow but that part is just me throwing ideas around for a potential SA2 rewrite I’m thinking of doing. This new concept also won’t be a typical “damsel in distress” as it’s flipped on its head since Shadow actually saved her by “kidnapping” her.  Let’s say in this hypothetical rewrite Shadow starts off like the others, he doesn’t take Amy seriously at all similar to everyone else as he’s only known her as “sonic’s fangirl” but Amy begins to learn that there’s something more to shadow, he doesn’t just want to conquer the earth like eggman, he wants revenge on everyone on earth (maybe he’d say something like “they took everything I cared about away from me” when she’d ask him why he’s doing this, I dunno) and she’d grow to understand him.   Through this, shadow would learn to treat Amy as an equal as she says she’s fed up of not being taken seriously by anyone so shadow does just that, he actually begins to listen to her closely. Through shadow treating her as an equal and talking to her, he begins to realise she’s making valid points about how no-one deserves to be killed but he doesn’t falter in his mission however she’s slowly chipping away at Shadows exterior as he acts slightly kinder to both her and Rouge.  Maybe even Rouge could get some development from Amy too with Rouge listening in on one of their convocations and amy says that  “I try to be kind to everyone, even though sonic doesn’t treat me as an equal…I know being kind works because you’ve treated me as an equal because of it…”  This causes Rouge to hold some of the master emerald shards and think…She’s used to being around selfish people so that’s all she knows but being kind…She’s never tried that. (this could explain why Rouge gives the master emerald pieces to Knuckles after he saves her because she’s learning to be kind as well)

At the end this, all this buildup and the extra scenes would would make it more believable for Shadow to be convinced by Amy and she will also learn a lesson here, correct me if I’m wrong but shadow would be the first person to treat her as an equal. The way shadow would truly treat her as an equal is by actually thanking her, at the risk of sounding too cliché he would tell her.  “Thank you…you’re worth much more than you think, Amy Rose”  This coming from the ultimate life form himself would mean something, at least to Amy.  After that he says   “I need to keep my promise to Maria…and to you” then he runs off. ��When Shadow appears to fight the Biolizard,  Knuckles would ask why he suddenly changed sides, he could say something like  “That friend of yours, Amy Rose, you should all thank her…”  With sonic responding with a in a guilty tone   “Yeah…I know that now…”  And the same thing would happen, Super Sonic and Super Shadow would fight the Final Hazard and using the chaos emeralds to become super for the first time along with taking off his inhibitor rings would take its toll on shadow and cause him to fall to earth…only leaving his inhibitor rings remaining like in the original story.

The final scene of this version of SA2 would have Sonic returning aboard the ark without Shadow, he has a smile but it looks sad most of them would congratulate Sonic but Rouge would ask where’s Shadow? Sonic would close his eyes and let out a shaky breath, saying that he couldn’t have won without Shadow…   (I do recommend that this part is best experienced whilst listening to SA2s “the last scene” OST on loop whilst reading this part for extra emotional kicks, trust me it makes a difference. this all is purely emotional but in a good way so you have been warned.)

((Admin’s note: here’s a link to the track))

(Each “ending scene” between the rivals would take place in this order)  Firstly a unique one, amy and rouges reaction to shadow death.    Sonic walks over to Rouge and Amy who are standing at the centre of the room, giving them Shadows inhibitor rings and says  “This is all I could get before I saw him fall to earth…”  He’d give one to both of them and say he’s sorry. Rouge would look away and walk off, holding her tears in however Amy’s eyes widen…like she’s realising something. The blue hedgehog would look at amy and speak.  “I’m sorry…I never took you seriously, even after you’d stop chasing me…I promise to listen to you like I do with Tails, Knuckles and even Eggman…” He puts a hand on her shoulder to comfort her but  she drops shadows ring and she slaps sonics hand away and shakily whispers…  “No…”  This confuses everyone but this time she shouts…tears streaming from her eyes  “I did this to him…I don’t deserve any of your respect… I sent him to his death, he wanted to help because I begged him too. I killed him”  “I even said I would sacrifice anything for all of you to take me seriously, even him and…it feels like I did! It feels like I sent him to his death just to get you guys to listen to me! It’s all my fault!”  With that she runs off, running past everyone, sonic and tails would try to chase after her however surprisingly Rouge tells them to leave her, that she’ll talk to Amy.    The second “ending” scene would take place and it would be another unique one.     Rouge would find her where the convocation between Shadow and Amy took place about how she knows being kind pays off because shadow begun to treat her as an equal. She’s crying and Rouge walks over to her and just watches, unsure of what to do however Amy wipes her tears and says she can’t be weak…  Rouge nods her head and helps her up however Amy asks Rouge something…  “S-Shadows inhibitor rings… could I have them?” Rouge at first looks confused but then after smiles and nods her head, giving them to her.   The final scene between Tails and Eggman would play.   Eggman and Tails look ahead at the stars…The fox is unsure on how to feel, they won but it feels like they lost…surprisingly Dr Eggman speaks up in a tone Tails has never heard before.  “As a child, I looked up to my grandfather because of all the great things he accomplished in his life. He was my hero, and I wanted to be a great scientist like him. But… did he really mean to destroy us? To destroy Me?”  Doctor Eggman, the most renowned genius in the world sounds so defeated, even cracking at one point, even after Tails and Sonic have stopped him time and time again, the mad Doctor has always bounced back…but now…he sounds so defeated.  Much to the doctors surprise, Tails speaks up, attempting to comfort him. “I’m…Im not sure but one thing I know, he was tipped over the Edge, pushed to a limit that no person should ever have to endure, he lost everything and took it out on everyone…he had the right to be mad but he didn’t have the right to destroy everything… I…I don’t know what to say Eg-“ Tails stops himself “Ivo Robotnik, I’m sorry you had to go through that, I can’t imagine what it must feel like.”  The Doctor looks down and wipes his glasses clean… “T-Thanks… I’m going to be shutting down the Space Colony Ark in 30 minutes, that’s all the time everyone has up here, then it’s never to be set foot on again”  With that, the Doctor walks off, tails looks back to see Sonic look at Ivo Robotnik. They seem to stare at each other, almost as if they’re having a mutual understanding through their sight alone but the Doctor kneels down and sonic does something unexpected, he surprisingly hugs the Doctor, he can’t hear what they’re saying but Tails figures it’s private…but he could’ve sworn he saw the Doctor wipe his eyes…    The scene between Rouge and Sonic would play after that     Rouge walks over to the blue blur and speaks. “I calmed Amy down…I don’t know when she’ll feel better, could you and the others…be there for her? Help her get over her grief?”  Sonic looks at the bat and slowly nods… “I will, I promise. Me, Tails and even Knuckles will help her, or at least try as much as we can… Again I’m sorry about Shadow”  Rouge looks at him and shakes her head. “You tried your best…in the end that’s all that matters. But do you think…that the doctor only creates him for revenge? Or something more?” She questions with sonic looking at the planet below.  “I’m not sure…but what in do know is that he was a brave and heroic hedgehog who sacrificed his life to save everyone, that’s who he was.”  Rouge nods her head and walks away.     The scene between Knuckles and Rouge would play.    Rouge is standing, looking out to the coldness of space, uncomfortably with her Arms crossed and biting her lip, trying desperately to hold back her tears, she may not have known shadow for long or as personally as Amy did…but it still doesn’t change anything, right now all she feels is the coldness surrounding her.  “Got any plans” A gruff but soothing and kind voice asks, Rouge slowly turns around to see the Echidna looking at her with…worry? Surely that can’t be right, the same Echidna who crashed the shuttle the heroes used to get here…  “Y-yeah, I think I’m going to give up this line of work, too much work for too little pay, plus-“ She looks at Knuckles’ reflection in the window “I’ve got something better than jewels in mind…” She says with a crack in her voice, she hopes that the Echidna didn’t pick up on it, that’s he’s as dimwitted as everyone thinks he is but obviously he catches on…  “Hey…are you okay?”  “Y-yeah…I’m just looking down below. It’s beautiful, don’t you think?” She says, desperately trying to steer the conversation away from current events.  Knuckles looks down at earth and grunts… “It was…but after today…I can’t look at anything the same way again” He pulls out the master emerald which has shrunken down. “Heh, Tikal helped me learn to do this, makes it much more easier to carry around, want to hold it? I know you love jewels…”  Rouge looks at him wide eyed…why had he offered to let her hold the master emerald? Surely he’d know she could easily run off with it, Knuckles opens up her hand with his own and gives it to her, letting her hold it.  “I-I think it might make you feel at least a little bit better…”  That’s when it clicks in her head…he’s trying to comfort her, in his own little odd way, he’s trying to comfort her, make her feel better, sadly at the realisation of this, here eyes begin to water up, her vision getting blurry and the facade breaks, she slowly begins to let the tears fall from her eyes…  She drops the master emerald on the floor and cries into knuckles’ shoulder, hugging him as hard as she can, expecting him to push her away or shout at her that she dropped the master emerald but…that’s not what happens, he holds her tightly and tells her.  “Don’t worry…It’s alright to cry, he was your friend”   And finally the scene between sonic and Amy would place but slightly altered.   Here it is…   Planet Earth, such a beautiful and disturbing place, after this day, after what he’s heard and seen happen, he can’t look at it the same way again, what anyone can be capable off if they are pushed enough to the edge…  Sonic looks ahead at Earth, the stars and and feels…guilty…he was there, he saw Shadow fall however he lied to everyone…  After the final chaos control on the Space Colony Ark which retuned it to its normal position in space, no longer heading towards earth, Super Sonic looked around and saw two Rings floating, he picked them up and flew over to where he saw shadow, no longer in his Super form, very slowly moving away from the ark and towards earth.  Suoer Sonic quickly flew over to shadow however what happened…was heartbreaking.  Sonic would’ve been able to catch the ultimate Lifeform, in fact he should’ve but Shadow…Shadow pushed him away, he said that he doesn’t  deserve to live after what he’s done, he broke Maria’s promise, hurt so many people and almost killed everyone. Sonic told him that he deserves a second chance to make them happy but Shadow smiled…  “Sonic…it’s funny you know, I think in another time, we could’ve been friends, maybe if things turned out differently we would be…but we’re both running out of energy, my super form has already run out and yours… it’s going to run out anytime now. So this is my final gift to you…goodbye, Sonic The Hedgehog.”  “SHADOW! NO!”  Shadow ended up using his remaining energy to use chaos control on sonic to teleport him back to the Ark, which right after it happened, Sonic’s Super form ran out…

From the observation deck Tails told sonic that Eggman was going to shut down the Space colony ark in 30 minutes which was around 20 minutes ago so the teleporters from earth and the Ark wouldn’t work, Sonic said he’s gonna catch up with tails nodding and walking off, leaving Sonic alone in the observation deck…  “The Ultimate Life form…Shadow The Hedgehog”  Just as he goes to walk away he sees Amy walk over into the observation deck, her eyes are puffed from crying but he can tell she’s trying to be strong, he smiles and walks over to her.  “I’m…Im so sorry Amy…I don’t know how close you got with Shadow, but I couldn’t save him… I appreciate you easing off on the romance but I shouldn’t have just ignored you when you needed my help…”  “I forgive you” Amy replies with a smile, a sad smile but a smile nonetheless. “People make mistakes, we’ve seen that today…but we also know that we can change for the better…so here’s to a better tomorrow Sonic.”  Amy extends her arm for a handshake with Sonic smiles and accepts.  “Here’s to a better tomorrow”  However he looks down at her wrist and sees something…new.  “Hey…are those?  Amy looks at her wrist and let’s put another smile, but this time it’s not a sad one…  “Yeah…these were his, I asked Rouge if I could have them, she said yes. Even when Eggman saw me wear them I could’ve sworn I saw a genuine smile from him. I think they look great but I also want to remember him like I remember you.  As a hero, someone I admire and want to be like.”  Sonic closes his eyes smiles.  “Me and you both Amy…me and you both”  Amy asks if he’s ready to leave and sonic Smiles.  “Yeah, let’s go back to the planet as cool and blue as me…”  They leave the room and the lights turn off but sonic looks back one last time.  “Sayonara…Shadow The Hedgehog”

The End…

Author’s notes: (you can skip if you want cuz this is long enough already but it gives additional context to some scenes. There are also some other submissions I’ve written noted here to)  If you haven’t noticed I have written some submissions here before as (I think?) an anonymous user but finally made an account, specifically for this blog.  Most notably  Submission #59: A take on Shadamy I’m 60-40 on this, it’s not written the best but I think my concept of their relationship is good enough  Submission #68: Yet another take on Shadamy Not particularly proud of this one I can’t lie, the concept is decent but I didn’t proof-read it so it’s it’s sloppily written, I might either make a part 2 as a submission or just rewrite it and make it a complete story, though there was that one person who enjoy commented that they enjoyed it, I’m glad they did  Submission #74: Yet another Shadamy Scene Rewrite I think it’s my best Shadamy piece I’ve done, it’s  a very simple SA2 (can you tell it’s my favourite sonic story/game yet?)scene rewrite based on shadow and Amy’s first encounter on prison island.  Though I kinda wish I called the title of my first submission “yet a take on Shadamy” to fit in line with my “yet _____ Shadamy _____”  I wanted those final scenes to pull at the heart strings, sure it’s possibly too emotional for a Sonic story but I really don’t care, all of those scenes were based on experiences in my life so I tried to write the characters as “realistic” as I possibly could. I even snuck in some Knuxouge because I think it’s the only sonic ship that should be canon in the games, it makes the most sense to me. I also really hope I didn’t come off as bashing Sonic, that really wasn’t my intention, I really like Sonic as a character but I think this was the most realistic character development I could’ve given him. Rouge was definitely more emotional here but I think that makes sense, I didn’t even think of knuckles consoling her until a bit after so I promise it wasn’t just for a knuxouge moment. I couldn’t really do much with Tails, best I could do is have him sympathise with Eggman and referring to him as “Ivo Robotnik” was my was of showing that tails truly cared about Eggman in that moment. Also Sonic hugging Eggman might be slightly out of character but everyone is at their emotional limit here, including Eggman himself was hurt here, he found out the man he admired, his grandfather didn’t just not care about him but was willing to kill him, if felt personal to him and sonic saw that…   What I tried to do was not to create a Shadamy story (even though it certainly comes across as such because even though I love Shadamy, I don’t want any relationships in any main sonic games, hint at them sure but not proper relationships). Instead I tried to create a story with the basis of Sonic adventure 2 (my favourite sonic story) and improve certain aspects.   It just so happened that in my eyes, giving Amy a proper role would do exactly that and filling in details such as making it even more believable that Shadow would turn good at the end, giving a proper character arc to Amy and improving on Rouge’s and giving Sonic a character Arc with both realising that people can change for the better because knuckles wasn’t evil in 3&K, he was tricked. Sonic would also learn to take Amy more seriously.   Side note but I’ve always head people say that sonic has always been a flat character however I disagree, I think that became the case after SA2 because in that game, he learned that not everyone is purely good or bad, he learned that people will do bad things for good reasons and good things for bad reasons.  Another detail this adds is making it way more believable for Sonic to go back to Eggman when he takes Amy hostage because in SA2, sonic and tails just leave amy wondering around, both creating a liability and ignoring their friend however up to this point (in the hero story), Sonic, Tails and eventually Knuckles thought Amy had died on Prison Island but hearing her alive and being taken hostage would make it a good twist from a story standpoint along with making it WAY more believable that Sonic would rush back to Eggman. (even though tails was there).  Of course I had to add a scene between sonic and shadow, making it make more sense as to why shadow fell to earth and sonic couldn’t save him, I wanted to add shadow saying that they could’ve been friends in another time because that WAS true at one point, in heroes and 06 they respected each other and were friends with a slightly rivalry. In shadow the hedgehog, minus all the “evil” paths (which I don’t seem as canon) shadow and sonic are usually on good terms. Only in Boom is where there was an active distaste between the two.  Anyway that’s enough of me rambling. I originally wasn’t going to write some scenes and just skim through them like I have done with others but the ones near the end were too important for me to just simply skip. I’ve been writing this for about close to 3 hours now on my phone and I still have a few things to say but I’m satisfied with what I’ve written for now.  I’m going to be honest but this is the most emotional piece of work I’ve ever written, (coming from a guy who doesn’t think these characters beyond a few should be all “lovey-dovey” but speak through their actions and what they’re willing so do to make friend/partner happy) like I did with knuckles here. Anyway I’m not going to link my AO3 here because my work isn’t nearly as emotional, it doesn’t have much shadamy and I also don’t wanna self promote here as well but if I write a SA2 rewrite with this concept, if I’m allowed to link it I will however it won’t be for a while as uni is killing me.  I hope you all enjoyed me rambling, I apologise for it being so damn long but I just has WAY too much to say and just ended up writing another part of a fanfic. Leave your thoughts below and owner of the blog (is that what I call you? Idk) keep up the great work.

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((Hope you don’t mind that I added a few line breaks. Makes it easier to read.

I do have thoughts on Amy’s bracelets! This headcanon is a good overview, and it includes a link that goes into greater detail. It’d be interesting if they had taken your approach, too. I like it!

You’re not the only one who’s wondered if Amy ever felt guilty about being the one to convince Shadow to fight. I have a super old headcanon about it. It’d be nice if the others had had a wake-up call of some kind around then that they shouldn’t just leave her behind and ignore her. It was a trend that continued for far too long. I also never liked Tails’ line to Eggman in the game, as the chipper “We all did it together! :D“ declaration sounds super jarring after Eggman’s serious line. I really wish he had matched Eggman’s tone like this in the game.

I recognized the style of the title and submission formatting, so I did remember you. Great to see you made an account! If you ever do make that rewrite or write any shadamy stories, I’ll gladly reblog them from your blog. Just let me know!

Honestly? I’ve been considering doing a shadamy-centric rewrite of SA2 myself, but it’d be much different. In it, Sonic either never existed or died sometime before the events of SA2, and a more mature, possibly older Amy stepped up as the leader and goes on adventures with Tails and Knuckles. It’d be named “Amy Adventure 2” in reference to that one SA2 mod that replaces all the playable characters with Amy. I don’t know if I’ll ever get around to it or how I’d format it, but it’s a fun idea. I’ve got a bunch of other things to take care of first, though!

Thanks for your dedication! It was cool seeing your ideas again. I’m the admin/owner of this blog, so I guess you could call me “admin” or just “shadamyheadcanons.”

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