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advernia · 4 years

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around june of last year, i decided to revive my writing blog as one of the many potential stress-relief methods i could think of.... i didn’t think i’d be able to keep it active for long since work + family duties keep me preoccupied most of the time, but eyyy!!! so far i haven’t lost the motivation to keep going back to this blog, and i even managed to keep it afloat for half a year!!! amazing!!! (•̀o•́)ง

and now here we are halfway through 2020!!! it’s waaaay overdue but here’s a big T H A N K Y O U V E R Y M U C H ! ! ! to everyone and anyone who dropped by this blog last year + all them likes, comments, reblogs...... please know that i’m still i n c r e d i b l y grateful for the support & interest in the content i’ve posted up!!!! tbh my activity’s still hella sporadic so it’s really amazing for me that i even gained new followers.... i’m very honored to have all of you stick around my blog despite my irregularity!!!!!!!! (༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ)

it’s also overdue, but i slowly managed and finally cleaned up the blog like i’ve been meaning to do + changed the blog name to match my ao3 handle for consistency!!! i make no promises to be super active... but i’m sure that i still want to continue writing & keep this blog alive!!!!

again, thank you all for your time + reading my works!!!!!! ∩( ´∀` )∩ work commentary on the rest of my works last year follows under the cut!

oct 1 // hero’s journey

a drabble on blanc + oliver about the alices... now that i think of it, calling the first alice first alice is kinda funny considering that alice is really her name... or is it?

i do hope blanc’s route talks about her a bit, haha! i mean, i wish cybird remembers that they’ve been dropping the occasional background tidbits about her... like for example, her pocketwatch (that she gave to blanc eventually) having a magic crystal engraved into it.... her potentially leaving a fucking globe in the black army’s possession (like... wow... u fell with that thing????????)....

plus, i just find it interesting that she was remembered by cradle as a heck of a troublemaker lol! it also makes you wonder who among the main cast met her, blanc aside... though it’s not stated when exactly she fell into cradle, so maybe only blanc had the opportunity of meeting her...

so does blanc speak of her fondly bc she’s a woman, or is there something else??? has he been frequently visiting the land of reason pre-game??? has he found the first alice’s antique shop / met her again??? does he still try to figure out the reason why there’s a magic crystal engraved into the first alice’s pocketwatch????? hmmmmm......

on another note, it would be hilarious if cybird pulls a peter pan 2......... since we can’t pull off a mother-daughter relationship like wendy & jane’s, what if alice the second is somehow actually related to the first alice?? and while she’s completely different from her predecessor, blanc finds himself falling for alice the second........ just like he fell for the first alice? drama!

that’s just a random thought but kidding aside, i do hope blanc’s route is hella interesting bc i think he’s our mr. exposition for knowing more about cradle itself lol

oct 1 // fair (?) ladies & phony (?) enchanters

a result of going manic a few days after seeing harr’s trailer + route release.... ahaHAHA I’M STILL WILLING TO PLAY UR ROUTE IN JP HARR (if i actually had time to sit down and translate gET REKT)

i liked writing these drabbles and i think they’re cute but tbh they did nothing to ease my curiosity about harr’s route.... if anything else, it became even w o r s e haha........................

if i think of blanc to have a cradle-centric route, i do hope harr’s route is magic tower-centric! naturally it will be since he’s got history there, but i hope a lot of my questions about the magic tower will be answered.....

will harr’s perspective of the magic tower be in the eyes of a test subject or a disciple???? he was scouted by the magic tower, but it wasn’t stated what he was doing exactly..... going by hints + loki’s & zero’s routes, it’s more of him being a disciple, so there’s bound to be guilt.......

hopefully alice’s characterization in his route is good + we get a fun group dynamic with loki!!! their potential.... the most(?) notorious criminal of cradle, a sought after test subject, and that one girl who nullifies all magic; a renegade trio lurking around the forbidden forest.... what an odd bunch!

oct 4 // god is a five minute hymn

a religious themed fic with lancelot & alice - tbh i don’t even know why religion was the first thing that came into mind when liz and i were talking about cultural differences, lol.

on that note though! i personally like thinking that if ever cradle had a semblance of a religion, it would be polytheistic & nature-centric, and not strictly practiced - the stratocracy of both territories i’d like to think makes it harder for religion to have a voice, much less have one that is practiced by the general population. the only thing general about it is that the religion centers or has magic crystals as an important factor... or something. yeah.

that aside, i think i specifically chose lancelot in this piece for the sole reason that his canonically stated lack of common sense, in my opinion, gives him the curiosity of a child sometimes - there’s no sense of malice or doubt, just the pure innocence of wanting to know something....... religion does that to kids, especially when introduced to it at first.

rereading the fic makes me think of the instances where when faced with dire or unsettling situations, people turn to faith as a life line.... well, i’m not sure if i had that subconsciously in mind when writing alice, but that does give a spin to it....

oct 6 // flow like the river nile

a spontaneous red army-centric fic! it certainly turned out better than i expected... i liked the formatting i used for this one!

if cybird can give us more about the pre-game suitors it would be great, tbh! and while the stuff about them in school is interesting, i’d like to see more about when they assumed their positions + combat scenes! the neutrals are special cases, but knowing more about their living conditions + daily lives is also a treat...

i was thinking of adding one last snippet about lancelot in the eyes of the reds, but i scrapped it out and switched it to alice & lancelot’s conversation about duty - it could’ve worked better if i stuck to using the what is your duty? question, but i scrapped it eventually too. ah well. it does look good enough as it is.

oct 7 // seeking out phantoms

a mandatory(???) odd one out aka content that’s not ikerev, haha! i missed fe:a all of a sudden...

i never got around to writing properly for this fandom tho, what a shame - i’ve got some bits of pieces in my drafts that looked interesting and easy enough to pick up, and this was one of them.

robin investigating more of their plegian heritage could’ve been a good subplot tbh... i still wish there was something like a paralogue or dlc about it, bc honestly the valm arc goes a bit slow until you get to the future past revelations. ah well.

and gaius bc first husband for the win.... not like i actually had the guts to marry anyone else in my other save files lololol

nov 7 // push me off a bridge (to catch me as i fall)

my longest project of 2019, holy shit! i didn’t know i still had it in me to write something past 10k... i need more of that motivation + energy....

there’s nothing much to say about this since i blabbed about everything in the post-reading notes, but as much as i fought myself to get this done, i really enjoyed writing a long fic again! hopefully i can get myself to write another one this year...

nov 18 // beloved, beloved, let me be clear

18 sentences on zero & alice + macross frontier references! man, when i really got to the point about the earrings i was thinking of sheryl a lot....

kept it in sentences cause i didn’t have enough time to put up a decent ficlet! but i really wanted to get my screaming out of my system....... i used to do sentences + three word sentences challenges before, and doing one again was pretty fun!

but really.... zero’s route kept me happy for days???? their buildup + dynamic was something i was totally w e a k for, no joke..... thank gods the collection event was going on, bc i really made good use of my stocked chapter tickets lolol!

i was especially excited come the ball scene, and that cg..... a h a h a.... i need more of those pretty cgs where i can see alice’s face + costume change.......

nov 20 // coloring inside the lines

jonah + alice + makeup!!!! tbh this was really fun, i enjoyed writing this one - if i remember, this was a fic that i managed to continuously work on the day i thought it up!

jonah may not be my best boy but tbh i find writing him very easy - i guess it’s because i’m very fond of characters like him!!! those uptight nobles who are as prideful as hell but can definitely live up to their name + are more capable than their bragging suggests... idk if there’s a general trope name for these doods, but i especially like analyzing their motivations + convictions!!!

i liked how i ended it, but i apparently i made an actual ending that’s now a snippet in my drafts - jonah & alice head to the ball, and somewhere along some bystanders’ flow of conversation someone drops a comment about jonah’s lips looking... quite more luscious than usual, lolol. so t h i r s t y. upon hearing this, alice can’t seem to stop smiling for some reason.....

nov 27 // blue fields, verdant skies

a practice drabble set centric on a ray/alice development that i liked so much i made it into a series - plus, it’s black army content and honestly i need to write more of them! my red army bias is showing whoooooops

it’s a feudal + arranged marriage au, with the latter... being quite spontaneous. it’s those types of marriages where neither have even met - not even once - only to face each other come the wedding... so it’s a given that audiences from both parties are rather curious how this will turn out.

since i had the theme of fate in mind, ray was the automatic pick for the male lead. the rest of the black army is a given and for kicks, i added dean and dalim! i actually want to write about them + mousse, but since i’m still unsure on their characterizations i’ve been holding them off.... but i gave in anyway.....

alice is again named for word count convenience purposes since it’s in actual 100 words aka drabble form! i have planned scenes + an ending already in mind, but going there is pretty hard bc.... i still have to write the scenes in between + resist temptation to expand further on other scenes, haha....

initially i was planning to keep it updated here as well, but any more updates of this are on ao3 instead! the formatting looks better there instead of my blog tbh, and it also gives it a sort of muted tone to the story that works with me!

this is also the 31st fic in this blog, marking an end of the challenge liz bestowed to me lolol - since i brought this blog back to life around june, i was dared that by the end of the year, i should’ve posted more than 15 fics to add up to the initial 15 i had already posted before, thus the numbers on my fics back then.... now that i actually succeeded, i can stop counting lololol!!!! tho hopefully i can still be pretty active this year....

dec 22 // duck, duck, bullet

oliver & fenrir on guns... this probably wins as the most spontaneous idea i had on my head - tbh, i wasn’t even sure where i was going with it at first! but i’m sure i was suddenly thinking about that one detective conan movie.... then it became kid!oliver with a gun.....

i wonder if he tests the bullets at night, when he’s in adult form.... then again, kid!oliver with a gun still works.... say that because he’s a genius inventor, he made some models to serve as his shooting targets.... but another thought that amuses me more is.... blanc does the bullet testing for him!?

lololol i already thought about blanc being oliver’s live target, but i also find blanc with a gun very interesting.......... i mean, blanc certainly doesn’t look like he can fight, but who knows??? i mean, mousse is the former ace of hearts, but i still can’t imagine him fighting..... appearances can be deceiving....

the two aside, i wonder how fenrir even met oliver and got him working on his bullets........ was it through blanc or other connections???? how long have they been seller and buyer???? does anyone else commission anything from oliver?????? hmmmm.....

dec 23 // terms of surrender

i’ve been told by liz + luci + other friends that i needed to practice writing more.... cheesy fluff. i’m not sure if this sirius/alice piece counts, lol. in fact, i think it’s my definition of fluff i see here - and it translates to not exactly fluffy at all!

tho if you want me to be honest about it - when i write suitor/alice stuff, how alice was characterized in the suitor’s route is still my basis for how i’ll write her, and sirius’ alice................ haha......... i think she’s the alice that’s honestly easy to write but i choose to avoid..........

i don’t dislike the sirius/alice dynamic per se, tho. i do find it cute, especially if cybird stops emphasizing the issue of maturity in the relationship on alice’s side. i understand - i really do - that it’s a potential issue in the relationship, but...... that’s not the only problem you can possibly have as time passes, right?????

on another note, it’s funny that only sirius gets to be harped about the maturity due to age difference issue - setting aside blanc, who heavens know how old he is, lancelot’s 29 and since alice is presumed to be around ray + fenrir’s age, you could say that she’s 24 or even 23 to be safe.... so that makes a 5 / 6 years difference but it’s never brought up, lol. but i guess it’s because unlike lancelot, the black army’s been making sirius’ age a running gag....

anyway, this piece is pretty decent! i was thinking of something along the lines of mornings between a “married couple”.... there were two scenarios i had in mind, and i opted to write this one out first.... maybe i’ll have the second one posted up here another day.

dec 28 // a chain of black thrones

pre-game!sirius & ray and bc i was thinking a lot about the previous chosen, the former jack of spades!!! i wonder if the armies have a set age for retirement lolol... it would be awesome if there was still a chosen who’s already past his 50s or something, haha!

since sirius was constantly badgered to take on the role of king, i was also wondering about how long the black army was ‘king-less’... i mean, if the tension between both armies was really as great as they say, having no king puts the black army at a precarious position... i also thought that ‘nah, maybe there was a king or something but maybe the black army didn’t like him or something so they insisted that sirius take it instead’ but sirius’ 1st anniv. epilogue says otherwise - there really was a period that the black army had no king, wow. how the heck did they deal with that???? surely the red army saw this as a display of vulnerability....

can the black army’s chosen choose to leave their posts when they feel like it??? when they’re defeated by a challenger, what happens to them - a demotion, or do they serve under the ‘new’ chosen??? does the black army’s chosen change constantly because of their meritocracy + challenger system??? like, how do they deal with that, and do they announce their changes in chosen each council meeting??? each new question just snowballed my curiosity, whoops...

there were so many angles i thought of but i decided to settle for addressing the king-less state of the black army... through the eyes of a veteran who’s probably served many kings throughout his time of service as part of the black army’s chosen.

i gave this jack of spades character a name, actually - garret folner. maybe someday i’ll write him again, bc i actually enjoyed thinking about the present + past chosen interactions - maybe i’d think about that for the red army, but this time i find the black army’s side more interesting for this situation.

dec 29 // steadfast tin soldier

a zero/alice piece for zeroweek - i was about to post pt. 1 as a standalone, but then i just thought about how.... zero bought alice a gown.... but never got to dance with her at the day of the ball..... so i rushed to add pt. 2 haha!

with the addition of pt. 2 it looks cut short tho - i did think of putting a scene in between, but no good ideas came into mind bc i was too fascinated with the dancing scene... i swear at some point i will find myself writing a fic or a part of a fic that’s a dance scene for the rest of the ikerev suitors + alice....

this is the kind of fluff i live for, actually... i’m totally fine with the steamy content cybird throws during events + bonus stories, but if i were to be honest i say.... where’s my non-sexual intimacy????? the simple, wholesome stuff?????????????????

man, i feel hilarious for typing that out..... but well, i guess it’s a matter of different strokes for different folks, lol!

#rundown.txt #can i spam thank yous???? seriously idk what else to say ahhhh #this! blog! shall! live!!! if i do well enough updating will become a habit!!!#i need better habits than sleeping + working + spring cleaning lololol #aHA i was thinking of changing themes again bc aesTHETIC #there wasn't one that caught my eye tho... plus coding during work... get rekt #but i fooled around with pages instead and colors!!! blue's the color of the year

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deniigi · 5 years

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Okay unholy offspring was SO GOOD like AHHHH but now I need to see Matt at college with Foggy? And Foggy meeting Jack (I hope Jack is still alive at that point?) and everything!!!!

awwwwwwwww

this is such a sweet idea

Like Matt and Foggy are chatting away and Matt’s just like “aw yeah my dad’s a retired boxer” and Foggy’s like, “hell yeah, I know him. Hey–are the rumors true?”

Matt’s like, “Ahahaha what rumors?”

“The rumors, Matt. Come on you know this.”

And Matt starts to panic like, “I don’t know what rumors are.”

You know–that your dad’s Daredevil?” Foggy whispers.

And Matt emerges into fullblown internal scream because Jack never told him what to do when his dormmate asks sensitive questions so he says “What? What??? My dad? My dad? Psh. No. Are you–? Ha. No. That’s–who would even say that? Actually, you know what? That’ll make him laugh, hold on and let me just give him a call.”

And Matt flies from the room and calls Jack in terror and Jack calms him down and says very simply, “Just say, ‘he sure is,’ next time honey. People will laugh.’ But poor Matt is just like “THAT’S THE TRUTH, FATHER. WE CAN’T TELL PEOPLE THE TRUTH.”

And anyways, by then, Foggy’s sitting out there on his bed like, ‘Holy fuck, it’s true. I’m rooming with the devil’s actual child. And on top of that, the devil’s actual child is unbelievably maladjusted. I dunno what I expected but–holy shit I’m rooming with baby Daredevil. He has a DD themed phonecase for Christ’s sake how did I not know–wait. Actually, that’s kind of sweet. No, no, that’s really sweet. Oh my god, Daredevil’s son is a daddy’s boy.”

I think that Foggy meeting Jack in this scenario would be both awkward and hilarious because they are both terrified of meeting the other. Like Foggy is 100% sure that Jack’s going to murder him in some creative way for saying one bad thing about his weird-ass kid, while Jack is over there, shaking Matt by the shoulders and freaking out over whether or not he’s going to look like a poor know-nothing peasant for serving Foggy potatoes he mashed with a fork instead of a ricer.

Matt, exhausted, explains to Foggy that his father is a jock with three, highly mobile braincells at the best of times and then explains to Jack that, just because Foggy goes to Columbia does not mean that he has ever once had the money or time to care about whether potatoes are mashed or riced.

And then poor Matt’s the one who ends up sitting between these two, annoyed as fuck, while they make stunted conversation around everything, until he just snaps and goes, ‘Dad, Foggy knows you’re DD. Chill. For real. You’re embarrassing this family. Foggy, he’s fine. He’s normal. He’s not going to go all angry bull on you. You haven’t attempted to shoot or stab anyone in your entire life. So for the love of all things fucking holy, can we please stop talking about potatoes, already?”

At which point Jack grabs Matt in horror and hisses, “Matt, we can’t tell him the truth.” And Matt throws his hands up and announces he’s having dinner at church with Mom. Fuckin’ peace y’all.

#fic #all hallows verse #this is just my interpretation tho #if y'all have a second you should go ask mmmurderdock some questions they're the other half of this verse #they have given us this beautiful rageful jack to play with #all I have done is tamed him with a nuclear family

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flying-elliska · 5 years

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S3 Rewatch - Episode 4 - “Le garçon qui avait peur du noir” (Clips : “La théorie de l’évolution” / “Sortir ensemble” / “Prince Charmant” )

I’m still doing those ! But gonna do the smaller clips all together because there’s only so many times you can analyze the symbolism of the school courtyard lmao. Ahhhh the memories !!!!!

Lundi 10h50 “La théorie de l’évolution

A lot happens in this clip. Alexia says she just doesn’t want to have a threesome because of her bf fetishizing her bisexuality. Imane says guys can’t even satisfy one girl and Alexia hasn’t done her homework (lmao). Lucas gets a text from his mom telling him she saw the Devil lean over him. Fun. Then Lucas more or less picks a fight with Imane. Her answer is harsh ; and in a way it makes sense because it sounds like Lucas is attacking her out of the blue, implying she is a bigot, and from Imane’s POV it’s yet another stupid microagression and she has to defend Islam yet again. But from Lucas’ POV - ouch. He’s acting out on a principle that all religious people are homophobic and so is trying to have a conversation with Imane he should actually be having with his mother. But her description of conversion therapy feels a lot more brutal than Sana’s in OG which had me going hmmm I’m not sure about this. Skam France seems to want to adress discrimination and homophobia more than OG but they do it in the form of ‘friendly fire’ (by their characters of color no less which is.....not good ffs I don’t think it was meant that way and I like Yann’s arc but it is unfortunate). It might have been too much but sometimes I wish they’d found other ways to show it. Also, I don’t like the way they have Imane parallel Alexia being bisexual to Basile’s behavior towards girls. She does have a point about science not having always been friendly towards LGBT people either but the description of people being electrocuted while watching gay porn was like...idk it really disturbed me. I mean it totally happened but I’m not sure it fits Imane’s character to bring that up. This is one of the clips I really don’t like to rewatch even though I understand how it fits in Lucas’ journey. It brings up the past of shame and institutional violence that must be at the background of the consciousness of every day gay person growing up, even if just a little. Lucas is on the verge of making crucial discoveries about who he is as a person and what he wants. He’s starting to understand that he’s falling for Eliott ; that part of him he wanted to dismiss as just curiosity is getting harder and harder to deny and of course he must be thinking about what his mother would say. In picking a fight with Imane he’s basically trying to prepare and arm himself against his mother’s negative reaction, it’s a move that shows his deep anxiety and pessimism. Imane is trying to show him that not being religious doesn’t mean you are necessary more tolerant, but of course Lucas just hears the bit about being gay being useless to nature and electrocution and his face at the end of the clip is just. really painful. ugh.

Lundi 12h03 “Sortir ensemble”

I don’t have a lot to say about this clip except I remember how relieved we all were after Lucas turned her down (were we done with this plot ? hahaha fools). Chloé starts to show a little self respect and awareness that Lucas is just not behaving like a guy that’s into her should. Lucas looks so down in this clip lmao.

Wednesday 13h34 “Prince Charmant”

aka the clip that drove us all completely nuts. Everyone, Lucas included (he’s even put on his nice shirt lol), was so eager to see Eliott again after that earlier text for 13h I remember everyone starting wild theories about how they were going to kiss while painting (welllllllll....not yet lol) and how they would paint raccoons on the wall and would recreate Polaris or whatever. And it was just...;Lucas waiting and then the girls coming in lol. Not much happens in the clip but that’s exactly the point, to make us feel the disappointment Lucas was feeling. It was such a brilliant use of real time. He looks so dejected waiting there alone sitting on a pot of paint and looking at his phone over and over again.

The girls’ little dance was super cute, and them swooning over Eliott is very gratifying in advance because we all know how things are going to end. Then you’ve got Daphné saying being single is shameful which considering the context of the clip...poor Lucas lmao he’s trying not to be anymore. Manon yeeting out after Lucas is hilarious and she is so on his case. So of course he has to kiss Chloé. Manon is not convinced by this Display of Overwhelming Heterosexuality. He’s really using Chloé here ugh. Just when we thought he was finally letting go on Monday. UGH this clip is just so frustrating and it makes sense that they’re building tension but god. The last three clips give off such a “men ain’t shit” vibe ahahaha - be it Romain, Eliott or Lucas himself ; so the title of this clip is just so extra ironic. These are the last clips before we dive more into the actual drama of Eliott and Lucas’s relationship ; if last week he was doing his last best impression of Straight Fuckboy this week he just looks frustrated and hurt and like he’s doing stupid shit because he’s just...tired, and scared.

Sounds like someone needs to let go of those fears, huh.

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#skam france #s3 rewatch #ahhhhhh i can't waiiiiiit for the next onesss

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zayashmaya · 5 years

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Gods and Monsters - 9 - Cherry (Part 2).

Lanque x Reader; NSFW

More chapters here!

A confrontation with Lanque inspires you to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Some fanart of mc and the husbands that I commissioned from @cat-terpillar!

The situation you currently found yourself in could be described as nothing less than painfully, horrifically awkward and uncomfortable.

For you, at least. While you were busy trying not to crawl out of your skin, Lanque strolled beside you with an easygoing demeanor, waving pleasantly at familiar faces passing by. You made the mistake of looking at him during one of his friendly greetings, and when you caught a glimpse of that fake smile, you felt such a visceral punch of emotions that you decided not to look at him anymore during the remainder of the trip.

Unfortunately for you, Lanque was beginning to grow tired of the silent treatment. He cast you a sidelong glance and said, “You can speak, you knoW.”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“Then let me correct myself — I have many things to say, and I don’t feel inclined to do so.”

He let out a sharp laugh. “You had a lot to say the last time We saW each other. By all means, don’t start feeling shy noW.”

Your hands bunched up into fists as you recalled that unpleasant altercation. “Can we not do this, Lanque? I don’t know why you get so much joy out of fighting, but I don’t wanna get into it with you right now.”

“Boo, you’re no fun.” Were your ears deceiving you, or did you actually hear a hint of disappointment in his voice? “I’m curious about something, though.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “A Very handsome, Very famous highblood stole you aWay from me. Care to explain that situation?"

“Ugh, he didn’t steal me away from you. He freaking rescued me. And I’ve been friends with him for a while now.”

“Hmm, dare I say there is a bit of a social climber in you?”

“Marvus is a wonderful friend to me,” you icily said through gritted teeth. “I’m not an opportunistic fiend like you.” Or rather, you’re not anymore.But Lanque didn’t need to know that.

He had the nerve to chuckle. “Nothing Wrong With haVing the right friends in the right places. For example, they might come in handy When a pesky artist uses you for fame and recognition at the expense of your dignity.”

You groaned and dipped your head. “Please don’t tell me you witnessed that auction.”

“Oh, I did. And I loVed eVery second of it.” Lanque leaned over to whisper in your ear, “Seeing you in such a Vulnerable state on that painting was so scandalous." You jerked away from him and walked a few paces faster so he couldn’t see your blush. He laughed and caught up with you. “Namaaq should haVe asked me for some adVice on hoW to portray your body. Although she Wasn’t that far off, making you look like some sort of Wax figure.”

Somehow, his dig at your appearance did not phase you. Not when you knew about Marvus’s say on the matter. “I doubt you would have done me any justice either.”

“True.” What a piece of shit. ”So, don’t be shy — tell me more about this purpleblood character. Last I saW of you tWo, he had bought that idiotic painting and you disappeared again.”

“We — “ You thought carefully about how much you wanted to reveal to him. “We … left to deal with the painting in the manner it deserved to be treated.” Lanque looked at you curiously. You smirked as you fondly recalled the conclusion to your romp. "He wiped his genetic material all over it after we pailed at his hive."

Lanque furrowed his brows and pressed his mouth into a thin line. "Uh-huh. And What really happened?”

“If you think I need to justify anything to you, you’re dead wrong there.”

“What the hell Would a highblood see in you?"

"I don’t know, Lanque.” You smirked and pulled down the collar of your hoodie to reveal a lovebite Marvus unintentionally gifted you with. It had already been a few days since that night, and yet his presence still made itself known all over your body. “You tell me.”

Lanque eyed the mark with detached interest and looked away. “As if I’m supposed to belieVe a highblood did that. Do you think I’m stupid? The sign on your hideous hoodie tells me eVerything I need to knoW.”

“The — the sign?” You glanced down to the cerulean arrow zig zagging across your chest. “How is this relevant?”

“Please tell me you aren’t serious.” You clenched your teeth and refused to answer. Lanque shook his head. “I think it Would be far more hilarious if you asked WhoeVer gaVe that to you.”

“You know what? I will. Thank gods this conversation is over.”

Lanque humphed as you put some distance between you two, directing your entire attention to admiring the scenery of the brooding caverns. You were currently trekking through a path carved into the side of a cliff. Down below, you could see an endless sea of eggs and newly hatched grubs ripe for the picking. A handful of jades were carefully stepping around, either collecting the grubs or taking notes of the eggs.

Oddly enough, there were no drones in sight. You knew they were within earshot, their machine-like buzzing coming from somewhere in the distance. But without their immediate presence, you were almost lulled into a sense of comfort, fighting the temptation to steal away the grubs from danger.

“The jades don’t see much violence down here, do they?” you pipped up, curiosity overriding your earlier annoyance with Lanque.

He didn’t answer immediately, either surprised you were addressing him or reluctant to speak with you at all. "Apart from the culling, no. We groW up Watching hoW the drones operate, so We’re accustomed to culling the young from an early age.”

Your pictured the grubs’ frightened faces moments before death. It made you sick. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“It’s just … so sad. This is supposed to be the one place where something as beautiful as life flourishes on this insane planet, and yet, in a way, here is where death begins.”

Death of the self. Death of Alternian morality. Death of countless innocents. How did the jades put up with this?

A dark expression fell over him. “Good to knoW Bronya’s Weak blood pusher hasn’t colored your vieW of What’s really happening here.”

“I thought you were going to judge me for being a softie,” you said lightly.

“I’m not blind to this shit; none of us are. But We do What we need to do in order to surViVe. Most of the jades like to pretend that We are safest doWn here, and that We haVe things under control, but the caVerns are just as fucking aWful as the surface.”

You silently looked back at the workers scouring the hatchery. No, not workers. Slaves to the Condesce. “I … I understand,” you quietly replied. “I know how it feels, to want to run away from it all.”

While you were turned away, Lanque roughly bumped your shoulder as he walked past you. You flinched and stamped down the hurt that coursed through you. “Ugh, shut up,” he waspishly said. "Don’t pretend to knoW me.” He threw you a dirty look. “You don’t knoW a damn thing about liVing such an empty life.”

He continued onward, unaware of you stopping dead in your tracks.

You should have laughed at his snide presumption.

You felt a wave of exhaustion overcome you instead.

The jadeblood hive loomed in the near distance. You walked with Lanque the rest of the way in silence, your energy to fight with him completely and utterly drained for the time being. The road was lit up by pretty bioluminescent growths, and if it were anyone else with you, you would have asked to take some home and gifted them to Charun for their art projects. But Lanque was emitting a prickly aura, so you kept your mouth shut and imagined holding the nursery grubs in your arms. Mirthful Messiahs knew you needed them right now.

You meandered through familiar corridors of the communal hive, trailing past Lanque in your eagerness to reach the nursery. A few jades greeted you warmly — and either blushed or glared at Lanque — as you said your hellos and peered into random rooms to see if you might catch a glimpse of Karako. But the young clown was nowhere to be seen, much to your disappointment.

“Do you know where Karako is?” you asked Lanque, hoping Bronya’s little secret was well-known among the jades.

He shrugged his shoulders with a long-suffering expression. “Who knoWs Where that little monster is hiding. Probably ran off to the Wilderness again."

You finally reached the door leading to the nursery. “Alright,” you lightly said as you took hold of the door knob, and paused. “And Lanque?” He quirked a brow at you. “Call him a monster again and you’ll be sorry.”

Lanque erupted into peels of laughter and slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle his giggles while you rolled your eyes and stepped into the nursery. The room was set to an ambient lighting, presumably to put less strain on the grubs’ developing eyes, and the peaceful silence was interspersed with bouts of chirping cries.

“Please, tell me,” Lanque said with soft amusement as he kept his voice low. “Wh — What are you — ahahaha — What are you going to do to me? Bore me to tears With your stale comebacks?”

“You did say earlier that it’s important to know people in the right places.” You stepped further into the room and let the wholesome environment calm you down. “And Bronya seems to be in the right place to nag you to death.”

Lanque bit his lip in an effort to cease challenging you any further and turned away from you with his jacket flaring behind him. “The grubs are mostly in the slime Vats, but the ones in those isolation pods — “ He motioned to a few machine-like contraptions lined against a far wall. “— are for the sick ones, so don’t eVen think of coming near them."

“I know how things work around here,” you flippantly said. Not even Lanque’s presence could sour your mood or deter you from your mission to play with the grubs. “Bronya said that I need to cheer up the cranky grubs and feed an isolated indigoblood. You can make yourself useful and do the latter.”

“HoW about you don’t tell me What to do,” he sneered.

“I mean, you could leave. No one is stopping you.”

“Fuck, you are particularly annoying today.”

“Likewise.”

You stared at each other for a moment. Surprisingly, Lanque was the first to give in, turning his attention to the cabinets without a single word to you. He searched for everything with experienced efficiency, producing a feeding needle loaded with paste in a heartbeat. The thought of Lanque being a frequent carer for the grubs unsettled you slightly — you didn’t want to imagine such a bastard having the capacity to be gentle with the young, and yet you recalled how Wanshi teased him so affectionately, and the way he seemed to genuinely smile when he ruffled her hair.

Nope, you were not going there. Time to meet the troll babies.

You crouched in front of a vat that housed one of your favorite grubs, a rustblood runt that fussed around too much and had the sweetest eyes. It blinked up at you in vague recognition as it laid in the slime with its little legs waving in the air, chirping at you demandingly. You smiled and scooped it up in your arms, cradling its head to your chest.

“Hello sweetie,” you softly cooed, holding it close to you as you maneuvered yourself to sit down and lean your back against the edge of the vat. The grub let out a soft growl and bared its sharp teeth at you as though it were yawning, and when you gently scratched between its horns, it stuck its tongue out and splayed out in contentment, nuzzling its little head further into the crook of your arm.

Lanque had his back turned to you, waiting for an isolation pod to open as it hissed and released some sort of misty vapor to reveal a grub. You watched him discretely to make sure he wasn’t being rough with the poor thing, but Lanque placed the feeding syringe down and picked up the grub with as much tenderness as you had. He looked it over silently and stroked its tummy with one finger before getting the needle and holding it to the grub’s waiting mouth.

You looked away and regarded the rustblood in your arms. One day, this poor grub will either get chosen by a lusus and live a dreary existence, or it will succumb to the circle of life before ever getting the chance to develop into a wiggler.

You tried to avoid thinking about their fates when you were in the nursery. It was an endless cycle of depressing realizations, and you had enough misery to deal with. A part of you wondered if Lanque shared the same concerns as you when he tended to the grubs.

There is no happy ending on this miserable planet, a voice whispered in your head. Not for any of us.

Suddenly, a sharp gurgling cry came from the vat, dragging you out of your thoughts. You peered over the rim and spotted the source of the noise — an oliveblood grub squirming in the slime within your reach. The disruption startled the others, prompting them to chitter nervously.

Cradling the rustblood in one arm, you reached over the edge of the vat and petted the fussy grub with gentle strokes of your finger, shushing it with random words of comfort. So lost were you in your attempts to calm the grub that you found yourself humming a quiet melody. As you rested your head on the arm still holding onto the oliveblood, you began to sing a favorite song of yours, one that had always spoken to your childish hopes.

Somewhere over the rainbow Way up high There’s a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby —

Your voice, oh so soft and gentle, seemed to hold some sort of sway over the grubs. As the cacophony of chitters died down, the oliveblood stopped squirming, staring up at you with wide, inquisitive eyes. You smiled at it and continued.

Somewhere over the rainbow Skies are blue And the dreams that you dare to dream Really do come true.

The ruckus had ceased, replaced with happy little meeps peppering the soothing silence. With one last caress of the oliveblood’s head, you checked on the grub in your arm and noted it had fallen asleep. You carved out a little indentation into the slime and placed the rustblood within, and when you looked up, you noticed Lanque was staring at you with an inscrutable expression. The grub in his hold was still sucking on the syringe for food.

You flushed and frowned. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“ … “ He looked down at the indigoblood. “Don’t speW your heretical alien songs here. You’ll turn these grubs into cullbait.”

You struggled back onto your feet and moved on to another vat for cuddling. “What’s the harm in it? They won’t remember what I say.”

“Don’t be so sure of that. And anyWay, our job is to ensure their surViVal. Nothing more, nothing less.”

You glanced down at the new set of grubs and sighed sadly. “I guess you’re right.”

“Look Who’s finally starting to come to her senses.”

“Screw you,” you lightly quipped, yet there was no real bite to your words.

He hummed. “You can do better than that.”

“Shouldn’t I watch what I say around the grubs?” you asked, smirking up at Lanque as he scoffed and shook his head. “You know, I’m starting to sense a sort of civility forming here.”

“Yes, it’s remarkable to see you behaVe like a rational adult!” he said sarcastically, to which you rolled your eyes. “One Would think you Would hold on to your grudge, considering hoW horrible of a person you think I am."

“I don’t think you’re a bad person, necessarily. I just don’t approve of your … lifestyle choices.”

“And I don’t approVe of your fashion choices,” he snarked back, and yet there was an air of mildness to his tone.

You could not resist a dry chuckle, picturing the wild outfit you wore to Ardata’s party. “Can’t fault you there."

He regarded you cooly for a moment before getting back to work, finishing feeding his grub and checking its vital signs in much the same way you had seen Bronya do before. Sensing the conversation had come to an abrupt end, you busied yourself with the rest of the grubs, wiggling their little claw-like legs and calming down a few cranky ones.

The two of you went about your business without so much as a word between you. Whether it was awkward or not seemed to vacillate for you, and you were starting to wonder why Bronya was taking so long. Lanque showed no signs of discomfort with your presence. In fact, you felt as though he barely regarded you as a living organism when he was not addressing you. He finished with the indigoblood grub and repressurized the isolation pod, dumping the feeding syringe into a nearby compactor and began peering into the vats to see how the other grubs were doing. He came to a stop beside you and stood a little too close to your crouching figure.

“Oh,” Lanque chimed in. "I’Ve had such a miserable time Wigglersitting you that I almost forgot to mention hoW much of a pain in the ass Lynera has been for me.” He frowned and cocked his hip. “You can’t imagine hoW many shifts she’s throWn into my schedule. I can barely find a chance to get out of these damn caVerns.”

Was this Lanque’s way of complaining to you? If he thought he’d find sympathy from you, he was about to be sorely mistaken. “Serves you right for how you treated her,” you mumbled.

“I told you, it Was nothing less than What she deserVed.”

“Even so, you had the chance to be the better person. She was trying to come out of her shell, and you made her feel terrible.”

“Be a better person? Why the hell Would I eVen bother for someone like her?”

“I’m asking myself the same question with regards to you. Are you even capable of respect and decency?”

“I certainly am,” he flippantly said. “When the situation calls for it. But I don’t oWe anyone a damn thing, and the sooner you realize it, the sooner you’ll get oVer What happened betWeen us.”

You blanched at his statement and quickly scrambled to your feet. ”Excuse me?”

Lanque stared down at you with a smirk. “Isn’t that What this is about? It’s alright, you don’t haVe to use your precious Lynera to gain some kind of moral high ground oVer me. I knoW What I did Was fucked up, and I’m not the least bit sorry for it.”

“Fuck you, Lanque,” you hissed. "This isn’t about you and me. In fact, I don’t even want to respond to your insane accusations, because you’re wrong about me. You like to think that you have me all figured out, but you don’t. So fuck you — “ You whirled around and headed straight for the door. “ — and goodbye.”

“What, you’re giVing up just like that?” he called out.

You halted, feeling an odd sense of deja vu coming over you. Lanque seemed to take your pause for hesitation, crossing his arms with a triumphant smile. “Guess not. That Was easy.”

You felt the angry beat of your heart against your chest and the rising heat coloring your cheeks. Lanque approached you slowly from behind, equal parts teasing and careful lest you lash out. The instant his fingers trailed over your arms, you jolted and turned to face him, ready to unleash your frustrations.

Except he was very close to you now, hands hovering in the air after pulling away from you as you swiftly turned. You were momentarily stumped by his proximity, and he jumped at the opportunity, caging you with his arms on either side of you and leaning down to softly say, “This is your last chance, darling. Let it all out.”

Fine. Fine. You were done taking the highroad.

You stared up at him cooly. Not even seeing his handsome face this close to you could derail your anger. “You want to talk about ‘getting over it’? Ironic, considering the fact that you brought it up out of nowhere.” Lanque’s smile fell to a thin line. “I don’t care about that one-night stand anymore. Yes, what you did made me feel like shit, and I don’t think I’ll ever forgive you for making fun of me out of some misguided sense of superiority, but that’s not what pisses me off about you. It’s the fact that Wanshi clearly loves you, for reasons that you apparently keep hidden away from everyone else because you’re afraid of anyone getting close to you. But you can be a good person, and that’s what makes me so damn angry.”

“You’re pissed because I don’t giVe you some kind of special treatment? Goodness, I thought you Were at least smart enough not to catch feelings, you must be a masochist — “

You grabbed his shirt collar and yanked him roughly down to your level. He blinked at you in surprise as you snarled in disgust, “I do not have anydamn feelings for you, you insufferable piece of shit. You’re an arrogant, two-faced asshole, and I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

He glared at you as his hand gripped your wrist none too gently. “Don’t try to act like an angel. You made me look like an absolute fool in front of my date.”

“Because I said you didn’t make me come?” You laughed bitterly. “I only said it because it’s true. In fact, I probably did her a favor by warning her. You’re not only an emotional vampire, but apparently a — an orgasm vampire, too! Taking whatever you can get without giving anything in return.”

“An orgasm Vampire … for fuck’s sake, I think I lose my intelligence WheneVer I listen to you.”

“Looks like you have none to begin with, because for someone who claims to be so repulsed by me, you really go out of your way to antagonize me and get up in my personal space!”

“Hmm.” And just like that, his rising temper fell into mild annoyance as he regarded your flushed face. Your grip on his collar had slipped away during your tirade, wanting to fall back at your side if not for his hand still keeping a hold on your wrist. As though he had read your mind, Lanque released your wrist and trailed a teasing path up your arm. When you jerked away from his touch, the corner of his mouth curled upward and a familiar glint appeared in his eyes.

You frowned and pressed your back more firmly against the door. “What are you thinking … “

“I’m thinking — “ he started, punctuating his words with a teasing lilt as he gripped your chin and tilted your face up. “ — that this is all feeling rather familiar.” His gaze flickered to your lips. “Don’t you think?”

The gears started turning in your head as you narrowed your eyes at him. Fate sure had a messed up way of manifesting these situations for you, didn’t it?

“What the fuck do you want from me?” you tiredly asked.

Lanque hummed a light chuckle and bared his fangs at you with a coquettish smile. You felt his other arm slither around your waist to pull you in, and for the life of you, you could not understand why your body refused your willpower to resist him.

“Let’s haVe a repeat performance. I’Ve been thinking about your tight, hot nook eVer since that night.”

You blanched at his boldness, feeling a deep rage boiling within you. How dare he have the audacity to try to fuck you again? You roughly shook your head to dislodge his hold on your chin and tried to shove him away from you, but the damn jade was stronger than his lanky appearance seemed to suggest, entirely unyielding to your attempt.

Ha. Lanky. You made a mental note to remember that for a sick burn.

“You’ve been insulting me all day and you think I’ll spread my legs for you?” you asked, slight hysteria coloring your voice.

“Why not?” he said with a pout. “Are you really going to let some sass stand in the Way of getting your nook eaten out?”

You paused. As pissed as you were, the thought of his soft lips leaving lipstick stains all over your thighs was a tantalizing mental image to behold. “Is this an attempt at making up for leaving me unsatisfied?”

"Well, We can’t haVe you spreading such a Vicious rumor noW, can We?” His hands were at your sides now, trailing over your curves before settling dangerously close to your ass.

Your mouth suddenly felt very dry. You looked away, hoping to regain some semblance of control despite the heat rising in your cheeks. “Like how you did with me?”

He tilted his head and huffed. “Oh, relax. It Was just that one time. Don’t Worry, you aren’t that important to me that I’d go out of my Way to make your life truly unbearable.”

“And yet here we are.”

“Hmm. You really giVe as good as you get.” He almost sounded impressed, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow as you looked back at him. "What happened to the socially inept alien I had the misfortune of meeting?"

"What can I say? You bring out the worst in me.”

"Seems to me you’Ve finally groWn an exoskeleton. I’d hardly call that a bad thing."

You opened your mouth to deliver a retort, but found your words failing you. Despite how painful it was to admit, you knew Lanque was right on some level. You were always a notorious push-over — how else could you have secured most of your friendships with dangerous trolls? But Lanque brought out another side of you, and you were not sure if you were happy to discover this combative attitude. It might land you in quite a bit of trouble on Alternia.

While you were preoccupied with your racing thoughts, Lanque moved his hands a little lower to caress your behind, bringing your hips flush against his as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Enough stalling, sWeetheart. I’Ve less time to Waste than most, remember?”

When you didn’t answer, he kissed the spot right below your ear as though to test the waters. You shivered at the unexpected contact and did nothing more. Another kiss was stamped to your jaw, followed by the corner of your mouth, and with no resistance on your end, Lanque went in for the kill.

His lips caressed yours with a gentle touch, teasing and enticing you to meet him half-way. You remained still, even when he tilted his head and pressed more firmly against your unyielding mouth, moving slowly and peppering butterfly kisses until he finally got the hint and moved back an inch to look at your unimpressed stare.

“Come on, babe. Don’t be like that,” he coyly said, his tongue darting out to lick along his upper lip. “Are you really going to make me Work for this?”

“You offered,” you softly said, with only a hint of flustered raspiness. Your hand quickly slid into the hair at the nape of his neck, and you tugged him downward. “So get to it.”

His eyes widened as he hunched from your firm hold, and immediately fell back into his suave demeanor, slipping his hands underneath your hoodie and leaning in to nuzzle the crook of your neck. “Oh my, What’s gotten into you?” he purred against your skin. "You Were so … affectionate last time."

You rolled your eyes and planned to urge him onward, but with your line of sight unobstructed now, you were suddenly hit with a horrifying realization.

You were getting felt up in a room filled with alien babies.

”Lanque!” you hissed, startling him out of his lust as you actually managed to shove him away. “We — we can’t do this here!”

He was still for a moment before glancing behind him. “Hm.”

The grubs were chirping from their vats. You raked shaky fingers through your hair and breathed, horrified with your lapse in judgement. What would Bronya say about your shameful behavior?

You smoothed down your clothing in frustration. “I can’t believe we were about to … ugh, what is wrong with you?” you hissed at Lanque.

He busied himself with readjusting his jacket across his shoulders. “Me? You Were seconds aWay from shoVing my face betWeen your legs.”

“Right. Like you weren’t practically salivating at the chance to eat me out.”

Lanque eyed you up and down and wordlessly grabbed your hand, forcing you to follow him out the door as you sputtered in confusion. The hallway was mercifully empty of any spectators who might question why you were being led into a closet across the nursery. Lanque locked the door behind him while you blinked in the darkness, feeling around the small space to gather your bearings.

There were no grubs stopping you now. You were all alone in a confined space with the closest thing you have to an enemy, and with his yellow eyes flashing at you in the dark, your arousal and anger resurged with a vengeance.

You crossed your arms and waited for his next move. Let the bastard put in some effort for once, you thought amusingly.

As it turned out, you did not need to wait for too long. Lanque's carefully maintained outfit was desecrated as he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over a pile of boxes, and you gasped when he effortlessly maneuvered you around him and against the door.

“Oh my gods you really want to do this,” you rambled, watching his eyes flutter shut as his face drew closer to yours. “We’re really about to do this in a closet this is — mmph!"

Your words were stolen from you in a breathless kiss. This time, you met his challenge with gusto, tangling your tongue with his and gripping him as close to you as he held you to him. It was fire, it was electric, it was bitterness and frustration that guided you both down this path, bodies melting into each other and your touch burning his skin, his fang cutting your bottom lip and you wrenching his head back by his hair — and he groaned — forcing him to watch you lick away the blood all by yourself.

“You’re not fucking with me this time,” you said through panting breaths.

Lanque growled, surging forward to plant his mouth at your neck — the side opposite from where Marvus had marked you — sucking and biting your sensitive skin as he expertly undid your shorts and shoved them down your hips. You bit your lip without thinking, wincing at the slight pain of his cut, and felt his fingers dig into your thighs.

With a final nip to your new love bite, Lanque moved up to breathe hotly in your ear. “Do you eVen knoW hoW pissed I Was after you said I didn’t get you off?” he harshly whispered. “HoW fucking dare you embarrass me like that?”

You giggled, and his nails nearly pricked your skin. “Was I wrong?” You angled your head to purr into his ear, “Why don’t you put your mouth to use then.”

Lanque pulled back to throw you a smoldering look and dropped to his knees without complaint, roughly pulling your shorts further down. In your eagerness to finally see what you had missed out on, you shimmied one foot out of your shorts and let him throw your leg over his shoulder, giving him a clear view of your nether region. You pulled up the bottom of your hoodie to see as much as you could in the pervading darkness.

One of his hands kept a firm hold on your ass while he trailed a finger through your folds, spreading the wetness back and forth until he retracted it, coming away with a slick trail clinging to his fingertip. His coquettish smile made you want to shove your foot in his face.

“Despite your holier-than-thou bitching, you’re quite ready for me, hmm?”

“I never denied that,” you groused, flushing lightly.

He chuckled and returned to lightly tracing your outer lips while he kissed dangerously close to the crux of your inner thigh. “It makes sense, I suppose,” he cooed, and kissed your other thigh. “Who Wouldn’t be excited to haVe me like this?”

Oh, that arrogance.

“Should I be, Lanque? Because so far, all I’m seeing is a whole lot of stalling. Maybe you’re the one who doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

The look he threw you was absolutely murderous. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to anger a troll with sharp teeth when he was inches away from your crotch.

Lanque surged forward and shoved two fingers inside you as he dragged his tongue through your folds without warning. A current of sharp pleasure ignited within you. You keened at the sudden sensation and slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries as his fingers began to pump into you, and after a few experimental licks around your core, he seemed to have surmised a rudimentary understanding of what you needed from him.

And he certainly would not give it to you right away.

He hummed a low tune, his mouth now fully pressed over your core as he licked and sucked in alternating rhythms. More often than not he purposefully avoided your clit, playing with your folds or running his tongue along your outer lips. And with his slightly warm breath ghosting over your clit with each pass of his maddening licks, you felt your last shred of dignity and restraint dissolve. Especially when his fingers hit a deep spot within you that made you roll your hips to draw them further in.

You curled your hands around the base of Lanque's horns. His eyes fluttered open to look at you in question, and you flashed him a peeved expression as you tugged him up until his lips brushed over your clit. “Right there," you sighed, and when the tip of his tongue quickly flicked it, you dug the heel of your foot into his back and yanked him closer.

Finally, finally he gave in, latching on to your clit with unrelenting attention and adding a third finger to your soaking pussy. Your head fell back in a wordless cry, and you fought as hard as you could to keep from moaning. It was nigh impossible, with the sound of his wet licking permeating the small space and heightening your pleasure all the more, but you held strong regardless, focusing on breathing and chasing after sweet release.

And with a particularly well-placed thrust of his fingers, you were an absolute goner — Lanque kept a firm hold on your thigh to hold you in place as you pulsed around his fingers and pulled at his hair, letting out a breathy sigh and silently thanking your luck that he was letting you ride out the post-coital wave with broad, flat strokes of his tongue.

As you sagged back against the door, Lanque removed your leg from his shoulder and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smoothly standing back up to tower over you. He leaned down as you panted and kissed you, running his tongue along yours to let you taste yourself. You pursed your lips around his tongue and sucked as you pulled away, feeling his hands grip your waist and relishing in his quiet moan.

A heartbeat of silence passed between you as you simply looked at each other. Lanque arched his brow and titled his head to the side. “Well?” he haughtily asked.

Either he anticipated a rating of his performance, or he expected something in return. You deigned to offer him the latter option, guiding him to take your place at the door. He dutifully followed your lead, staring down at you with a heated look.

You hiked up your shorts around your waist — Lanque quirked a brow at that — and settled down in front of him, slowly pulling down his pants as your hands trailed along his outer thighs. He had the common sense to unbutton his shirt, moving the bottom flaps out of the way to give you unrestricted access.

“You’re being surprisingly cooperative,” you noted, sitting up straighter as your fingers glided up his inner thighs and settled at his slits, teasing the openings with light touches.

“No reason to drag things out — ooh … ”

The tip of your tongue entered his nook and massaged his inner walls. The familiar minty taste you expected was muted by a tang of bitterness. Probably because of all the drugs and alcohol, you wryly thought as you dipped in even further before fully retracting your tongue to lick and kiss his wet slit.

His hand gripped the back of your head and pulled you in closer, earning a growl of warning and a sharp glare from you. Lanque merely smirked — you were getting really tired of that damn smirk by now — and spread his legs a little wider.

“You look good like this,” he purred, stroking your hair. “Let’s see What that highblood taught you, sWeetheart.”

Oh, I fully intend to. You ignored him and trailed your lips up his nook, leaving playful little licks here and there as he moaned above you. Your thumb ran along the sheath of his bulge in a slow figure-eight trail, and your heart raced in victory when you felt the slightly chilled tip of his bulge slide out from the slit.

Your mouth was replaced with your fingers at his nook, parting his folds teasingly before you slipped in two fingers to the knuckle. You kissed his thigh and busied yourself with etching a reminder of this encounter on his skin, and the subtle push of his hips had you curling your fingers deep within him to elicit a rumbling groan. His bulge was fully out now, undulating in unnaturally alien flexibility as it sought out your attention.

You could go slow and sweet to warm him up. Your fingers were beginning to wrap around the base before he impatiently angled your head to the tip, and with his fate now sealed, you looked up at him to catch his stare as you wrapped your lips around it and brought him nearly halfway into your hot mouth at the same time as your fingers reentered his nook, letting your tongue cushion the underside of his bulge as it slid in with ease.

Lanque’s head fell back against the door with a muffled bang. “Oh, fuck," he breathed out, fighting against your hold at his hip as his bulge writhed against the back of your throat. You couldn’t suppress the gag that followed, and he moaned in response. “Yeah, that’s it … choke on my bulge, kitten.”

You did not want to think about the shiver of pleasure that ran down your spine.

His bulge was mercifully far more manageable than Marvus’s had been. You focused on relaxing your throat despite the occasional twisting and undulating, sliding your tongue around its slick, textured sides and adding suction whenever you pulled back to the tip. His harsh panting and deep groans were far more pleasing to you than you wanted to admit.

Your fingers fucked into him at the same time as you sucked him off, and you felt the cold sensation of his fluids creeping down your hand and past your lips to trickle along your chin.

He curled a hand beneath your chin and wiped some of the pre-slurry away with his thumb. “I’m going to — unf — I’ll stain those pretty lips of yours a loVely shade of green for your — your damn highblood to see later,” he whispered harshly, and you swallowed around his bulge in retaliation, eliciting a breathy whine and a demand for more.

Bold of him to presume that Marvus would be jealous in the slightest. You were tempted to tell him exactly that, but you were also particularly enthralled with how desperately he was grinding against your fingers and slowly unravelling under your ministrations.

And yet, it was time for fate to resurface. Who would she be cruel to this time?

Your name echoed through the hallway.

“Oh, hell no,” Lanque groaned, bringing both hands to the back of your head. “Keep — keep going, aaah, don’t stop — ” His breath hitched as his nook fluttered around your fingers.

Once more, your name was called out. “Where the heck did she go … “ you heard the distant muffle of Bronya's muttering, her voice closer to the closet now.

Lanque’s bulge twitched at the disruption. Did he have a thing for nearly getting caught in the act?

Just as a pulse of pre-slurry coated your tongue, a very wicked plan manifested in your mind. A very wicked and rewarding plan.

You fought to keep from smiling, your mouth stretched around his bulge as it was, and retracted your fingers from his nook. Lanque bared his fangs in a grimace, and to distract him from acting up, you carefully extracted his hands from your hair, surprised and delighted that he was offering no resistance at this point. The poor bastard must be desperate for release.

You grabbed his wrists and pinned his hands to the door as you struggled to draw his bulge even further into your mouth. The tension in his muscles seemed to both relax and tighten at the same time, and you swallowed around him again, your throat contracting around his length —

Bronya, again. “Maybe she left already … “

— Lanque rolled his hips, his moan hitching with a sharp intake of breath —

And you promptly slid his bulge out of your mouth to loudly proclaim, “I’m here, Bronya!”

Footfalls stopped nearby. You quickly stood up and readjusted your shorts, leering at Lanque as he stared at you in utter disbelief, his bulge flushed and wriggling out in the open air.

“Better put that away, kitten,” you whispered, fishing out his red handkerchief from the discarded jacket to wipe away the pre-slurry coating your hand.

You words seemed to prompt him back to reality. He hurriedly tugged up his pants and winced as his bulge slithered back into its sheath. “You fucking bitch,” he hissed, fighting with the buttons at his shirt, and you couldn’t help it, couldn’t even hope to stop the shit-eating grin on your face as you cleaned your chin and pocketed the handkerchief.

Before Bronya could get too close, you shoved Lanque aside while he fixed his clothing, nearly tipping him over in the process as you opened the door and let the blessed light wash you free of any guilt. You narrowly dodged a kick and rushed out to face a surprised Bronya, a palmhusk in hand as she presumably had been in the middle of texting you.

“Hello there! What were you doing in the storage closet?” she curiously asked, eyeing you in slight suspicion.

“Just trying to find something in there for the grubs,” you smoothly replied, waving a hand carelessly. “Lanque was helping me, too.” You turned around just as he had stepped out of the closet, angrily fixing his jacket back around his shoulders and staring at you with orange-tinged eyes.

Bronya walked right up to him, heedless of his murderous aura. “Lanque, look at the state of you! Are you feeling alright?” Bronya asked in a motherly tone, reaching out to help him do up the remaining buttons of his shirt. “You’re all flushed … “

“Hey, Bronya,” you called out, and she looked over her shoulder at you. Lanque never stopped glaring daggers at you. “I just realized I needed to meet with someone soon, so I can’t stick around for longer. I’m so sorry I didn’t warn you earlier, I was just so caught up with calming the grubs and searching that darn closet!”

“Not a problem!” she happily chirped, finishing up the top button of Lanque’s shirt and reaching for the undone tie. “Thank you for your help, I hope you’ll stop by again soon.”

“Oh, I will,” you drawled, fixing Lanque with a pointed look. “See you later, Bronya.” You turned to walk away, and called out, “Bye, Moonshine!”

“Moonshine?” Bronya murmured, and just as she nearly tied up the knot of Lanque’s tie, he smacked away her hands with unrestrained force and barreled past her. She let out a sharp gasp and jolted backward, her wide eyes trailing after him as he paced towards your retreating figure.

Just when you thought you had finally escaped, Lanque caught up in a few strides and grabbed your wrist, wrenching you around so roughly that you might have felt a bone pop. You winced and said nothing more, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of having any sort of impact on you.

He glared down at you with such seething anger, fangs bared and skin still flushed a vibrant jade. You merely looked up at him with a bored expression and waited.

“Give me your Chittr handle,” he forced out through gritted teeth.

Oh.

Oh gods, did you want to laugh.

“No,” you said sweetly, pried his grip off your wrist, flashed him a cheery smile, and went about your merry day without so much as a backward glance.

#let the sass games begin #homestuck #hiveswap #friendsim #lanque bombyx #lanque #lanque/reader #lanque x reader #gods and monsters #bucket time

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takaraphoenix · 5 years

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Shadowhunters Finale Review

...I can’t even summarize my thoughts properly right now because I am just so wildly exhausted and disappointed and frustrated, so here’s the unfiltered running commentary I made during the two-parter, sorted by characters and due to length beneath the cut:

On Jonathan:

Jonathan back at it again, killing flowers. ~puuure eeeviiil~ (Sorry. Still not over Jocelyn being a fucking dickhead who is ready to murder her son over one dead flower he killed as a toddler...)

...I just... I'm so tired of what they did with Jonathan? When they set him up as Sebastian Verlac, he seemed to layered, but this season, they are completely reducing him to the Incest Boi whose only motivation is “Clary doesn't love me enough!” and absolutely no one has even half a fuck to give about everything he has suffered...? Every abuse that is driving him and forged him...?

He could have been such a layered character. I'm not even talking redemption wise, to use the abuse to make him A Good Boi, but he could have been such an interesting villain, there could have been so much to him. This is stupid and sad.

But I am chocking on my laughter at the Seelie Queen literally teaching him WHAT HE COULDA BEEN TAUGHT FROM THE GET GO. To channel his powers. Granted, she channels them into killing Shadowhunters. But they could have been channeled into killing demons.

With the right parent, the right training, without living in hell and being tortured, he could have been an exceptional Shadowhunter. But let's pretend that he is Truly Inherently Evil only because of his demon blood and hey it's legit because he wants to bang his sister so who cares about this guy LOL.

HOLY SHIT THEY REALLY MADE CLARY MURDER HIM WITH A HUG. What a fucking way to go. I don't... I don't even know what to say to that to be honest.

On Clary:

WHAT THE FUCK HAS SHE DONE??

“How do I come back after everything I've done”. What. What line is that. That's the line they could have given Jace in the first episode of 3B. You know, the guy who saw his own body commit 30+ murders, among them the murder of his own grandmother.

What... What's that everything Clary has done? Dress hotter than usual? Go to a rave? Try some Seelie drugs? Sure she killed Lenaia, but that was also a chick she didn't even know and so far she's not been very traumatized by like – killing her own biological father (seriously, the writers never bothered to give her a genuine reaction to that). Way to be overdramatic, writers.

Shitty Ex Machina Rune's existence aside; WHY does the Ex Machina Rune work?? RUNES DON'T WORK ON DOWNWORLDERS. That was like a whole thing in season 1. They kill mundies and they don't work on Downworlders?? Why the fuck is Clary allowed to play – not just an angel but an actual god at this point.

(But y'all know I am going to use this shitty dumb stupid rune in so many fanfiction.)

...But like holy shit. It is so callous to have her say that she wouldn't trade the Shadow World for anything and that “and I met Jace” like he brought all light into her life when the Shadow World killed her mother. Have the writers just completely forgotten that a month ago she lost her mother, her only biological family left?? Ah but it's totally fine because she has Jace now!!! And even though we literally started the episode off with her being devastated and wondering how she will ever come back after everything she has done, they are now only half an hour later already forgetting that she has just gone through major trauma, that she murdered her own father, that she lost her mother? But oh the Shadow World is super awesome, wouldn't wanna trade those past two, utterly traumatizing months for anything!!! Not even for my mom being alive LOL! Just... do the writers even care about the characters? At all?

HOLY FUCKING GODS THEY REMEMBERED JOCELYN. FUCK THIS IS RIDICULOUS ESPECIALLY AFTER HER CONVERSATION WITH SIMON IN EDOM. I am baffled. But I am 100% behind Jocelyn's message because Clary has been a scary motherfucker all this season now with all the things she has done and the rule-breaking. Fuck yeah she shouldn't be allowed to play God, which she DOES at this point.

But like, on a scale of 1 to 10 how dumb did they have to make Clary? Out of all of the ways she could have killed Jonathan, they decided “Nah man she is totally giving up her Shadowhunter self to hug her brother to death” instead of having Miss Stabby-Stab-Stab pull out a dagger and stab him to death? She literallly just got the warning and decides “LOL nope this is how I go out”. What---

There is a huge difference between a character sacrificing themselves for the greater good because there was 100% no other way and a character somehow turning a completely manageable situation into a self-sacrifice that is completely unnecessary... She could have just stabbed him. Or, you know, captured him with a trick instead of murdering. She could have stayed a Shadowhunter without using the Deus Ex Machina runes, living like a normal Shadowhunter. But they really made her go “If I can't play god, I'd rather give up the Shadow World”.

What the fuck even was that “One Year Later”. They literally just wasted a whole year since C/ace reuniting had zero negative effect on her? She didn't combust or anything. They could have literally went after her the day of the wedding, explained amnesia to her and brought her back. But the writers had to be dramatic bitches that put Jace through hell again, huh.

And what exactly did she believe happened? Like, Jocelyn and Luke and Simon?? Basically everyone she ever knew? What did she think happened to them and to herself? She just decided to go back to art school or what? Did they even think about this ending?

Honestly. It'd have been better had they actually Donna Nobled her and said she can never remember and has to be a mundie. But this? This year gap and bullshit and C/ace looking at each other and she suddenly remembers his name because True Love Wins? That makes it even dumber.

On Jace & Meliorn: (I'm trying to give each character their own for the finale, but... I can't separate those two in this case)

THAT STARTLED LITTLE BACKING OFF JACE DOES WHEN MELIORN TAKES IT TO THE BEDROOM. If that wasn't a coming on from Meliorn, I don't know what is. I am definitely living for this little bit of Jeliorn because that was a ship I was sure I'd never get to see proper interactions of. So, small blessings.

Hng. Jace can't lie. How pretty. Seriously his bond with Meliorn is like the saving grace from all of this. And how much fun Meliorn is having with this. Oh my gods my shipper heart is soaring.

SERIOUSLY I AM LIVING FOR THIS. “A serious question. How handsome do you think I am?” WHY WOULD YOU EVEN ASK THAT. Because you want to let my shipper-heart beat some. Thank you, Meliorn, personally, for my life. (Not to mention the answer. A NINE?? Jace. You so pansexual and into handsome Downworlders. It's canon now and I am blessed.)

I'm just absolutely living for Jace getting to interact with a non-Clary and a non-Alec (especially since all of his Alec-interactions this half-season have only been about Ma/ec...). It's... so refreshing to see them use Jace as... a character... instead of a prop. Even if he's played as a comic relief, I am taking so much more from this.

(ALSO: Jimon sparring! Jimon sparring and JACE BOOPING SIMON'S NOSE WHAT THE FUCK.)

On Alec:

What's with Maryse telling him to “take time to mourn”? What the fuck is that? XD He has literally been in Edom and gone back too. There's always been ways in and out. You're sure fast to bury him.

But also, maybe Alec should focus on the way to bring Magnus back instead of planning this fucking stupid wedding. You'd need your groom first.

Tonight. They're literally... I am weeping at how stupid this is. They got engaged yesterday and are getting married today. I had... actual, dumb hopes that the wedding would happen after a time skip. But I forgot this show doesn't know what time is. Ahahaha. Hilarious.

But holy shit am I angry about him being all dodgy and asking Maryse's permission to invite his own father to his wedding. Like. I am very rationally angry about the fact that all the kids sided with their abusive mother over their father, but that they are really all just treating him like that now is insane. Sure, he cheated on their mother, but he is still their father?? He has still been their father and he has been the good parent. If you can forgive Maryse's abuse just like that, how do you hold Robert cheating on Maryse over him like that? This is absolutely insane. What kind of priorities do those writers have to fuck it up this badly? Like the “oh no dad cheated on you let us all comfort you and totally forget the shitty way you have been treating your children!!!” wasn't bad enough on its own, but that they are completely acting like Robert was not just the cheating husband but somehow also the bad parent now? If this is where the show wanted to end it, they should have from the get-go also written him as the bad parent and her as the good parent, then I'd understand this, I'd understand the taking sides thing, the way they all completely turned away from Robert, the way Maryse blossomed and turned into an entirely different character. That ALL would make sense IF they hadn't decided in the first season and in 2B to write Robert as the warm rather and Maryse as the cold and abusive mother. The starting points and end points don't match.

On Magnus:

Magnus. On that throne. In that light. Now that's a look, to be honest.

Also, awkward conversations with the stepmother are very amusing. :D” (But, honestly, Anna and Harry playing off each other is really great. They play the power-dynamic really fascinating.)

Magnus being like “Well no need to close the door if we burn down the place right?” is a mood. It's so stupid and ridiculous, but like it's right. XD”

I'm glad Magnus at least said thank you to Lorenzo and even invited him to the wedding.

I genuinely don't know how to react to “High Warlock of Alicante” to be honest. Like. I don'T know what to say to that.

On Maia:

...I'd like to live in the alternate reality where Maia was more than just her relationships to boys. I'm still let down by the fact that the one (1) badass shot she got in the trailer was literally her walking away from Jordan's funeral fire, with her other ex and her future boyfriend flanking her from either side. If that doesn't summarize this show, I don't know what does.

And while I admire her decision to reconnect with her parents, it also seems rather messed up considering she literally just decided to be The Alpha. So let's leave the pack that has suffered so many recent losses... all alone. That's... not exactly Alpha behavior, even if it is the right thing for her as an individual at that point.

I mean like yeah sure she came back to become an Alpha, but still it's—a weird choice.

BAT BAT EXISTS BAT IS THERE I LOVE BAT HE GOT TO SPEAK. I am so so salty that he didn't get developed properly, that his relationship with Maia didn't get fully fleshed out.

On Isabelle & Simon:

Isabelle as the Human Torch is sure a very nice visual, to be honest.

(ALSO HELEN! HELEN! HELEN! I am 200% sure I can ship Aline/Helen/Isabelle in peace now. Don't @ me.) Though explain to me why Helen doesn't get the fuck away from Isabelle ASAP after realizing that Downworlders turn Isabelle into basically a bomb? I mean, she is half-Seelie.

...and can everyone maybe focus on “Izzy now catches fire when she is touching Downworlders” instead of “SHE WAS KISSING SIMON!!!”...? Like, priorities, dudes?

And how did she conclude “I explore when I touch demon blood. I should totally go to Edom! The place where demons live!”... and act like that should totally “”shield”” her from the atmosphere? What... logic goes into that? I'm serious, someone explain to me why “I explode when I come in contact with demonic stuff” leads to “but I'ma be extra safe in hell where all demonic things live and the very atmosphere should be demonic!!!”...

And Simon and Isabelle... kiss once... like... literally once and the next time they get a moment of being shown alone they literally already fucked. This show... knows that... you can actually go on dates and have a relationship with... oh no never mind this show has never heard the word “pacing” before I forgot sorry LOL

On Luke:

...But like why did his runes return though. I mean, getting turned into a Downworlder like... burned the runes away. They were gone. Why would him no longer being a Downworlder also immediately reapply all of his runes.

I don't know if I really like this, to be quite honest. I don't feel like we know enough about Luke for me to know what to feel about this? Like, he said he didn't want to be alpha and he's been turned against his will sure, but he's been a wolf for like 20 years now. It's... I don't know what to feel on this. Like, he seems really happy about this, but it also feels incredibly cheap due to the show never actually focusing on his thoughts and feelings??

Okay no now that I'm through with it I actually actively hate it. He should have become mundie. Erase it all. Let him live a mundie life with Clary.

On Lorenzo:

I love how Lorenzo brings up the Downworld Council. SOMETHING I HAVE BEEN WONDERING ABOUT TOO. What the fuck happened to that. But nope, SoRrY Lorenzo you are just here to save Magnus. Again. (Others too, but still. It's once again for selfish reasons of helping the Shadowhunters with shit.)

I really like where they took his character. I thought he was just going to be a shallow prop to take Magnus down. Petty and empty. But that they actually give him growth and personality and a personal goal and that they also made him rekindle with Magnus after admitting what he truly wants? That was... actually good. That was more than I ever expected from those writers. Huh.

ALSO FUCK ME I AM 100% BEHIND LORENZO/UNDERHILL.

On Max:

MAAAAX!!! MAX WITH GLASSES! MAX BEING PRECIOUS! He is literally the only thing about episode 22 that I liked. Like that entire final episode was a fucking shit-show.

On Raphael:

Honestly at this point just fuck this show. It is his father’s wedding and he is a mundane. But let’s just have him interact with his ex and her new guy so he can give them his blessing instead of having him actually interact with Magnus.

#Shadowhunters #Shadowhunters Spoilers #Shadowhunters Review

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astro-b-o-y-d · 6 years

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“Season 5, Episode 6: This better end good for Neil because my boy DESERVES THIS

Awww they actually put up fliers :’)

'God I hope someone spiked the punch’ ANNNNND this is going to go EXACTLY how I expected and I’m ready for it

LOOK AT HIS CORSAGE AWWWWW

Welp, that ship’s dead. But I’ll take it for a hilarious moment.

Aaaaaand there she is, still as creepy as ever. Welp, let’s see where it goes.

NIKKI FIGHTING BACK TABII WITH A SPRAY BOTTLE TO PROTECT NEIL, G O O D

AWWWWWW THAT’S ALL IT TOOK FOR HIM TO START CRUSHING???? Not sure if that’s adorable or....a little heartbreaking how he’s so easily smitten. But AWWWW

BABY BOY...BABY

I like how GWEN’S the one jumping enthusiastically into a scheme while David’s like ‘Babe no this might be a bad idea’. Nice little shake up of their dynamic.

SHE WRITES SLASH FANFICTION. OF COURSE SHE DOES.

Aww, Erin’s so smart. I love that. I love her.

“Passing notes? That is such a high school thing to do.” Aww, Tabii. I can’t hate you when you’re not being creepy.

EHUEHEUBGUEHUERHEUEHUEHEUEHE UHEEUHNE UEH UEHEUE HUE LOOK AT MY PERFECT BABY

OH NO SHE THOUGHT IT WAS SNAKE.....TBH, I get how she could assume that, but like.......this is gonna be a disaster and I love it.

“The Woodscouts haven’t gained a worthwhile recruit all summer!” I always keep forgetting Jermy exists. ...I’m fine with that.

I love him

“Fun-sized tubes of toothpaste” David, that’s how you’re going to get murdered by every child there

RIP

Alright, I gotta admit that Max and Nikki planning mischief while Neil’s crushing is real cute and ripe with ship opportunities. Still not on board with the ship, but, I wonder if there’s a Ma////k/k/////i AU with the two of them being supervillains and getting into conversations like this on the regular. Ma//k///k/////i fans, you do what you want with this idea, it’s on me.

HELP MY SON

EHEHEHEHE BABY

Okay ship opportunities over because now they’re back to arguing while Neil’s crushing. They really are a mess without their boy, huh?

“Shut up, Not-Neil!” Um...ACTUALLY

YES SNAKE’S CRUSHING ON TABII AWWWWWWWWWWWW I WAS HOPING THAT WOULD HAPPEN. Let the teenies of the Woodscouts and Flowerscouts date and be cute

HE’S SO CUTE..........

“Where the fuck did YOU come from????”

“YOU’RE cool!” “...Correct.”

Ered giving Neil advice on how to talk to girls. Awwwwww. Wish it could’ve been Nikki, but of course Nikki won’t go to the girl SHE’S crushing on for crush advice.

“DAVID, I FUCKED UP!” ....Okay, I’m completely immature and I want someone to edit this soundclip so it sounds like she says ‘I FUCKED DAVID’. :3c

“And you’re telling me this because you want my advice, right? ...Because my advice is ‘don’t’.” I REALLY like the dynamic switch-up between them this episode. It’s fun.

“Huh. So THIS is what it feels like to be the level-headed counselor.” HE FUCKING KNOWS LMAO

“OH MY GOD IT WORKED???” Yeah, Neil, sometimes it’s REALLY that easy.

“No, it’s not that. It’s ME.”

Petrol continues to be one of my favorite Woodscouts, if not my absolute favorite. Though Snake’s getting his moment to shine in this episode, too, so that’s fun.

“She seems as brutal as she is beautiful.” God, buddy, we’ve all been there.

SHE’S BRUTIFAL.....I’M CRYING.....

D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-DROP THE BEAT

HE JUST PUT ON A GODDAMN FEDORA AND SAID M’LADY I’M CRYING...............

“Anyone from the nineties is an old asshole.” You got us there, Erin.

And then Snake and Neil fall in love (kidding)

BE STILL MY DAMN HEART

And that crushing was all shattered in an instant. Oh well. It was cute while it lasted and I knew the ships wouldn’t last outside the episode.

SHE DOES HAVE HETEROCHROMIA !!!! IT’S CANON !!!!!!

“You’re afraid of straight people?” FIKJGFKJHFEGLKBLFGBHRKGLBKJ I’M SO GLAD THEY WENT THERE

“Bro. You danced with two girls tonight. AND a guy. Then you realized you deserved better and told them off. You sound like a winner to me.” IT’S ! WHAT ! HE ! DESERVES !

OH YOU LITTLE SHITS AHAHAHA

THEY’RE GIRLFRIENDS NOW

THAT WAS A REALLY NICE EPISODE :’) And it had ships that almost NONE OF US predicted. I knew the writers would do their best not to step on toes and any crushes would be over by the end of the episode. Also IS TABIINEIL FINALLY FUCKING DEAD AND WE CAN FOCUS ON ERINTABII BECAUSE I’M ALL ON BOARD FOR THAT. Also NEIL GETTING TO BOTH HAVE A CRUSH AND THEN STAND UP FOR HIMSELF WHEN HE REALIZES HE CAN DO BETTER???? HELL YEAH. MY SON DESERVES THE WORLD.

1000000000/10 episode. Though.....god, do we HAVE to keep Jermy around? Can he please just....not be here? In any case, that was fun.

#Hayley Speaks #Camp Camp #CampCamp #Camp Camp Spoilers #Long Post

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natsumiheart · 6 years

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*BANGS DOOR OPEN* tell me all the reasons you love kiiruma

OH HELL YES PREPARE FOR ANOTHER LONG POST!!!

let’s start from the beginning of my story with this ship! When Ndrv3 was first released in Japan I was trying my best to avoid the fandom and anyone in it. I did not want to get spoiled, but unfortunately, while I was watching youtube suddenly in the recommended I see the maintenance scene (you know the one) and the first things that came to my mind were

1. Wtf.

2. Please don’t tell me this is a forced ship.

I knew the characters already from the trailers and I had some bias towards Kiibo, if I wanted to ship him with anyone I wanted it to be someone who deserved it and would make him happy. Not to mention I had information through friends about the ships in the game and they didn’t like oumasai or kiiruma, so obviously me being the friend that I am, wanted to be the same and have the same feelings.

That obviously changed drastically after I finally played the game, watched others play it, and spent hours analyzing and researching about it cause I’m trash. I actually ended up becoming a diehard Oumasai fan and LOVING Kiiruma.

But why did that happen?

Well, lemme tell you.

I was really looking forward to action from Kiibo, to see his personality and know about him more! But I did not expect him to have a lot of interactions with Miu! (Which I should’ve seen coming since she’s the ultimate inventor, she’s the only one which could’ve helped him when he had problems, and not to mention the CGI I was spoiled about.)

what I really love about this ship is the development between them, it did not feel forced at all and I really respect that. People tend to forget that Kiibo started off not really being a fan of Miu and her behavior, I remember him even dismissing stuff she says often in chapter 1. But that changed as chapters went on because they spent time together, she helped him with his maintenance and he learned that she’s not actually a bad person when you get to know her.

They spent a lot of time together off screen (as seen by the maintenance scene, the flashlight function and the photo function), and it just sounds adorable just to imagine the conversations they could’ve been having. Because of all the time they spent together, Kiibo got attached to her to the point of getting jealous when Miu started to spend her time with the computer instead of him.

When Miu died, even though he is a robot, I believe Kiibo had the most emotional reaction to her death. He said he wanted to cry, but he couldn’t.

Their relationship was written well, it started off with Kiibo not caring about whatever comes out of Miu’s mouth to asking Shuichi to use the electrohammer on him so he could know how Miu perceived him. And even after her death, Kiibo kept thinking about her. When they entered the hangar he said with a sad look on his face that Miu would’ve found a purpose for it, and that her love for technology was genuine. He talked in a way that showed that he missed her.

“She had a natural innocence that she kept hidden deep inside”

I ended up really loving their relationship in the killing game, and it makes me wonder if Kiibo could’ve calmed her down if she let him talk to her after she saw that flashback light.

Their interactions are honestly hilarious, they were like a comedy duo. And I believe their personalities are perfect for each other. I can see Miu protecting the hell out of her short boyfriend, and Kiibo getting worried as hell whenever something happens to her.

But that’s not all! The ACTUAL reason that made me fall in love with this ship is actually in the talent development events.

Here you actually get to see their conversations, Kiibo does not even only have one event with her oh no, they have two and it feels like a story was said because of the second event. In the first one, Miu freaking proposed giving him a crying function.

“Anyway, I’ve been doin some thinkin’ and… You don’t have the ability to cry, do you?”

If you played the game you would know that this is really important to Kiibo, so her suggesting it warmed my heart.

“Well, that settles it!!! I’m gonna give you a full-fledged crying function!”

“Really?! oh, I’m so grateful to hear that!”

*and then Miu’s nonsense starts XD*

When you’re nearing graduation as Kiibo or Miu. There’s this conversation that takes place between them, and god if it isn’t one of the most adorable things I have ever seen…

“Thank you for taking care of me… These past three years”

It starts off with Miu finishing his maintenance and Kiibo thanking her, then he is shown to be sad because he thinks he won’t see her again after graduation.

Miu, in her own way refuses that from happening and suggests that he moves in with her.

“Then why don’t you move in with me?!”

“….Really?”

And he actually accepts the offer

“Then… is it alright of me to ask of you to continue servicing me?”

“You think I’d reject you?”

“Miu… thank you so much. I look forward to your care and services in the years to come.”

“Y-yea, thanks… I’m looking forward to it… too.”

THEY ARE GOING TO LIVE TOGETHER

AND THEY LOOK FORWARD TO THEIR FUTURE TOGETHER ;;

If this isn’t adorable, I don’t know what is.

There are obviously many other reasons that make me love this ship, such as their talents going well together, how much they spend time with each other, the amazing stuff in the comic anthology, their chemistry, their aesthetic, how much they ended up caring for each other, their height difference and even the fanart and fanfictions the fandom gave to us!

but my main reason is that they may, in fact, need each other.

Miu is the person Kiibo needs not only because of his maintenance but because he needed someone who could understand him and tell him how amazing he actually is (WHICH MIU WAS THE ONLY ONE TO DO SO other than Souda in the development team AND IT WAS SHOWN AGAIN IN THE COMIC ANTHOLOGY) and Kiibo is the person Miu needs because he has come to appreciate someone like her, has enough patience for her and can understand her to an extent.

A lot of people say that Miu was the one all over Kiibo, but to me, it just seemed like Kiibo was the one that really liked Miu. And when you actually really like a character and you see that they have feelings for someone, you start unconsciously rooting for them. I think that’s what happened to me when I started realizing that Kiibo had gotten attached to her, especially after I found him standing outside the computer room when I wanted to hang out with him. I was unconsciously rooting for him until I reached the development plan event and cried tears of happiness when I saw they will live together and have a beautiful happy future. and who knows? maybe Miu was indeed really into Kiibo and her feelings were reciprocated over time.

Basically, they get along really freaking well, are adorable, have amazing interactions, and are just overall a cute beautiful VALID ship. They would make an adorable couple, adorable parents (for monotaro ahahaha) and an adorable duo.

When a ship makes me go from dislike to HELLA LOVE it means that its a really good freaking ship and I’m going to support it. And so these are the main reasons I ship them!

Sorry for rambling this much

#miu iruma #kiibo #kiiruma #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #new danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #drv3 #ndrv3 spoilers #drv3 spoilers #long post #oof i didnt realise wrote this much #forgot to mention that i actually didnt like miu because of chapter 4 #when i started to love her too i ended up falling hard for the ship #anyway #which ship should i rant about next ehehehe #asks

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Me listening to this new James McArdle podcast interview: HIS VOICE IS SO BEAUTIFUL HELP GOD @earlgreytea68 : awwwww I can't help, sorry I now have to disappear to write my words boo Me: yes you should do that leave me here to die it's fine

MORE THOUGHTS i’m just going to have a freakout on you guys here hi

- omfg James dying to get back to Glasgow, bless his heart <3

- he sounds so exhausted oh my gosh my sweet son. And the shock at how bad Manhattan smells in the summer, haha. oh James.

- omg! he had an emergency operation over the break between London/NYC!!!! HE THOUGHT HE WASN’T GONNA GET TO BROADWAY OMG THIS DRAMA

- His care and attention for the Jewish aspects, like, he’s talked about that before, but he’s so — “you knew in new york they were out for blood if you didn’t”

- AHA. HERE WE GO. HIM TALKING ABOUT HOW YOU’RE ON SHOW CONSTANTLY IN NEW YORK. “Everything was held at the Marriott Marquis in Times Square, all I can remember is being at the Marriott and shaking — these botox faces “ — this actually is hilarious to me because I competed in a national talent competition (and won, no humblebrag) when I was in high school and every year it was in the Marriott Marquis and it was such a big deal and so I’ve always associated that hotel with the hoity toity Broadway shenanigans ad I love this.

- NO BUT REALLY JAMES MCARDLE, WE ALREADY KNEW YOU WERE CONSTANTLY EXHAUSTED BY HAVING TO DO THE RED CARPET.

[Me: omg he's talking about how much he hated doing the red carpet in NYC and how you were "always on show" omfg like am i not writing a fic about this literally right now BECAUSE I SEE INTO YOUR SOUL, JAMES MCARDLE

EGT: oh my god lol ]

- James talking about how everyone kept freaking out about how Scottish he was to be playing Louis, okay, someday i’m seriously going to make a roundup of all the times over his career that James McArdle has been Scots-shamed because it is ABSURD and RIDICULOUS and INFURIATING and APPARENTLY PERPETUAL, this keeps happening to him it’s so ludicrous okay i’m calm it’s cool

- and then he's just like, "it went well, thankfully" aksjfd;lasdfklasdslsadfkladsa oh my god the downplaying, i cannot. HE SERIOUSLY HAS NO IDEA HOW PHENOMENAL HE IS. he’s so self-deprecating.

- AAAAAAND now he’s talking about the UK class system, yes, yes, and “I think to certain audiences I will always be a Scottish actor” YES, DRAG THEM ALL, JIMMY.

(Also it took us a grand total of exactly 6 minutes to arrive at UK class politics because this is an interview with James McArdle and that’s just what you get, god i love him <3 <3 <3)

- omfg when he says that he felt like the new york crowd was baying for blood with him in particular, i 100% agree with this, all the reviews and audience comments i’ve read for this show from NYers, people just seemed so vicious about him not being Jewish (way more than Andrew not being queer), and the critics just couldn’t seem to get over his Scottishness, and it just has grated on me so much guys, i’m so sad that he felt that, too, BUT ALSO LOOK HOW MUCH HE FUCKING SHOWED THEM.

- James about the UK version of Scots-shaming = “They say you’re Scottish but they mean you’re working class, and you’ll never escape that” Yes, yes. He’s hinted at this so many times, and i’m glad he’s just coming out and saying it.

- His love for the James plays <3

- ALSO HIS HILARIOUS MOCKERY OF POSH BRITISH ACCENTS LOL

(James McArdle, you will absolutely one day play Hamlet, and that fellow RADA student who told you that you never would was probably losing his mind and feeling incredibly threatened because of how fucking incredible you are)

- They're setting Peer Gynt in Scotland because James is Scottish! What! Why are they doing this ahaha! THIS IS SO WEIRD. I MEAN. I WILL STILL SHOW UP FOR IT 8 TIMES BUT ISN’T THIS KINDA CONDESCENDING?!

- “Marianne Elliott is a perfectionist and i love her for that” <3

- Tovey didn’t want to do it, HMMMM, that’s so leading, I think that’s so veiled haha.

- JAMES THINKS PRIOR IS A BIT OF A WHINGE AHAHAHA OMG I LOVE HIM <3 SPOKEN LIKE THE GUY PLAYING LOUIS, THAT’S THE MOST HILARIOUS <3

- James saying he views the play as one big play and not two plays is very validating, this is also how I feel! THANKS BUDDY

- oh my god the Mouse Hunt story jklsadf;a

- I love him talking about Nathan Lane lolol

- I ALSO LOVE THE TWO OPENINGS TO BOTH PARTS OF THE PLAY I’M SO HAPPY HE GAVE THESE BEAUTIFUL MONOLOGUES THE LOVE THEY DESERVE <3

- “by the end of the fucking run they were just clap-happy. Ugh, it’s not a musical” sdf;lafkldsf;klsdfklasd oh my god i love him he’s the best

- “it’s good but it’s better that it’s over” ahahaha GUYS WHAT WAS I JUST SAYING LOL

- oh my gosh him describing how the fear of the Democracy in America scene got worse over time, and how it actually got "unbearable”!!!!! oh gosh, you can totally understand why he was afraid, too, because like I said elsewhere on this tumblr, the audience often thought he was dropping/missing lines when he was just delivering them so erratically and Louis-y omg <3 <3 James ILU you’re wonderful

- ahahaha omg the description of him dropping the single line though as Louis ahaha, god, he’s amazing, i love that he’s so open about the PSYCHOLOGICAL TERROR THAT IS ACTING HAHA

- his stance on being terrified of complacency is so obvious in everything he does, ahaha, what a good

- “i’m not method or anything, but i’m neurotic” — *rolls up sleeves* OKAY HERE WE GO DSAFKLJADS;F

- ANDREW IMMEDIATELY NOTICING THAT JAMES WAS FREAKED OUT BECAUSE HE MESSED UP A SINGLE WORD IN THEIR SCENE THOUGH

- OKAY

TONIGHT

I AM LEARNING

THAT JAMES MCARDLE IS A WALKING HURT/COMFORT TROPE OH MY GOD DSFKLJ;AFD

THIS STORY ABOUT HIM FORGETTING THIS SINGLE WORD AND HAVING 2 SOLID WEEKS OF STAGE FRIGHT IS SO SAD AND PURE :( :( :(

[EGT: I hope Andrew fucked him out of it

sdkf;akdsfkdskds ]

- James is so proud of being a PACE kid, awwwwww that’s so dorky and sweet

- “I still feel like I’m 16″ sdflkas;fdadskfa; omg the self-deprecation is so real

- “I feel like I’m an 87-year-old woman trapped in the body of an 18-year-old but the truth is I’m just an average 28-year-old man” wait wait DID HE JUST AGE HIMSELF DOWN A YEAR, I THOUGHT HE WAS 29? ahaha how does nobody know how old he is, i kept having to update his age in my first fic because i kept reading different reports about how old he was, god lol

- "i can't sing. i don't do false modesty and i'm telling you i can't sing."

jsdflsajflasjdljfs;lksdsd okay okay okay

1) lol somehow i already knew he couldn’t sing because he seems like the kind of guy who is philosophically opposed to the idea of himself singing ahaha

2) “i don’t do false modesty” oh my god this is so hot lololol

3) BUT ALSO JAMES MCARDLE YOU’VE JUST SAID LIKE 80 SELF-DEPRECATING STATEMENTS IN THIS ONE INTERVIEW ALONE LOL, INCLUDING THIS ONE

4) LOL WHATEVER FUCK YOU <3

- OH MY GOD THIS BAT STORY ASLDKJF;SFAD THIS BAT STORY

- i love that he’s telling his RADA audition story, omg <3 i’ve been wanting him to elaborate on this story!!!!! “you cheeky little bastard” — omfg i love him, you are a cheeky little bastard, well done, James McArdle <3

- “James McArdle, you walk like a fucking pogo stick” askldfjflaks;df what ahaha

- THEY’RE DOING AN AUDIOBOOK OF ANGELS <3 I’M SO EXCITED FOR THIS <3

- how is he still allowed to not say what the play is, WE ALL KNOW IT’S THE IBSEN CYCLE, LOL

- I’m so glad he’s taking this whole month off and SO glad he’s steering clear of the Fringe ahaha, and I’m sorry, barring the press junket for Mary Queen of Scots, what the hell is he doing with his time for the next 12 months, god damn

- ahahaha i’m sad we were deprived of “Mr. Brightside” as an Irish jig.

- “I also find now, the older I get — I’m saying this like I’m some old, jaded — I don’t even like to engage in conversations about the plays or the play. I just let people — especially people who ardently give you their clever opinion about what they liked and what they don’t like, and I just don’t care.” — James McArdle, I understand this impulse but also I think you might be a wee bit depressed

- “I’m not remotely interested, I want you to say I looked great, my costumes looked brilliant, and I was great.” ahaha. NO FALSE MODESTY HERE lol.

- “I’m grumpy, I feel grumpy!” salkjdfksalfd God he sounds like he needs such a long relaxing happy colorful vacation. I hope he gets it. <3

(But also I’m really glad he’s talking about how he needs to keep momentum going and find more work soon because this is exactly the plot of the fic I’m writing right now, which is set right now, and it’s nice that I’m keeping it in-character ahaha, THANKS, JAMES MCARDLE, CONTINUE TO BE BEAUTIFULLY TRANSPARENT, BYE)

#james mcardle #when will james mcardle come home from the war #lol #long post #god this is so long and i love him so much

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themanicgalaxy · 2 years

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SPN 7X17 the Born Again identity

we're Fancy tonight, we got Dalgona Coffee, we got stroopwaffels, we got some knowledge of growing as a person

It's been a while

and

it's :)

CAS!

Sam is doing So Good

ah the Hell trauma

and he gets drugs to get knocked out

oop no not the impala

Ah again

mans just isn't sleeping oop

just

get hit by that car sam

Sam Smith

ahahah psychiatric state

Hitchcock reference

ah they need a faith healer

O H

Screw Cas

oh poor Sam

he's just fucking defeated damn

ahahah lucifer

I did not realize how much of a thing lucifer was

Kansas area code

lord poor Sam

again there's like interesting things with the Sam story line I just don't care about him

...oh god yeah they did do a disservice to Sam when he was no longer the main character

like we only care about Dean, but Dean only cares about Sam, but we don't care about Sam

the fluffy long hair is actually adorable

ah another hallucination

this is..actually also interesting as a Sam episode

it's just like the cage oh boy

dammit why you only call me when you're high is in my head

~incapable of making good decisions and having bad ideas~

those don't feel right

ew maggot sandwich

huh divine intervention contact

heheheheheheheeheheheh

why is he talking like this

...he knows all the tRICKS BECAUSE HE'S ANGEL

well also he knows Dean :)

WHY DOES HE TALK LIKE THIS DOES ANYONE ELSE TALK LIKE THIS

ah Sam's not doing so hot

aw friend

just put him in a coma or something oh boy

DAPHNE ALLEN

that's not emanuel is it

it's fake

ooo demon

he got it

I genuinely forgot what roman

OH CROWLEY

I forgot they struck a deal with crowley

CASSSS!!!

CASSS!!!!!!

IT'S YA BOI!!!!!!

DEAN'S F A C E

I genuinely don't know how ELSE WE'RE SUPPOSED TO INTERPRET THIS

DEAN'S FUCKING FACE

BRO I'M SO SORRY

"your wife, right" ouch

"I can help"

oh boy he's not doing so hot is he

This is genuinely really fun tho

oop

"is that your wife"

AHIPHFPSA

no memory

Daphne what kINDA WOMAN JUST

DAPHNE THAT CAN'T POSSIBLY BE GOD LIKE

Bouncybabynames.com

this body is...so funny

has been through so much

THE IDFHAPIHAS

They're JUST TALKING

ah Sam and Marin

is that her name

I love tumblr glitching on me

bruh there's no way everyone talks in references

ah holy fuck it's a ghost

and he gets it from literally beyond the thing

HE TALKS LIKE CAS

asFIPDHFASPI

OF COURSE HE'S ANGRY

HE TALKS LIKE CAS

"I sense that you kill a lot of people" LMAOO

talk about Cas to Cas

oh my god this is just

I need to rewatch this conversation a million times

HE'S CONFIDING IN CAS dfAIPHF

"you're human"

oh this is insane

"what Cas did is so hard to shake" I hate you

he can't name his own emotions

boy they rly do kill a lot of people

MEG

MEGGG!!!!!

MEG!!!

oh my god I love this episode

"We're closed" bahahaha

I love her necklace

ahahaha I love her she's so fun

I love moral ambiguity

"I've been good to you" "no you've been good to you"

heh she's trying to get In

she's SO MUCH SHORTER THAN HIM

WHY DO THEY ALL TALK LIKE THIS

damn this is a fun dynamic tho

"we come in different flavors"

Dean: *grits teeth* "she's a ...friend"

lmao

Meg is just pushing it

DEAN LOOKS SO ANGRY IN THE CORNER

HE's SO ANNOYED

tbh Sam trying to stop a haunting from beyond the psychiatric ward is also cool

Sam you self sacrificing workaholic bastard

I mean not self sacrificing, more like doesn't care about self

Sam is So Fucked, him not sleeping is Not Good for him

I gotta say, Sam looks good fucked up

I do like them when they get Fucked up and Broken down, they're more interesting

ah can burn it

AHAHAAH THE FUN CAR

THIS IS SO AWKWARD I'M FUCKING CACKLING

"meg has that effect" "that must be difficult for you"

I'm so glad he hasn't changed

aw psychiatric ward haunting banishment

ah along with the hallucinations

Why do they all have the same outfit

eh it's a good outfit I get it

ah and they got him

bruh how much hAVE THEY GIVEN HIM

oh he is just OUT of it

MEG AHAHAHAA

"any ideas" "no fuck you"

y'all are not subtle

at ALL

OH MY GOD THIS IS HILARIOUS

"you just met yourself, I've known you for years" FIAHSDFPISAD

the lil floppy hair tho

being an angel is bloody, corrupt

"you used to be bestest friends" oof

"am i cas" SDAFIHASDPFADSPIADSHIFP

oHHH MY GOD

Aw Meg

THEY'RE GIVING HIM A PEP TALK

DEAN'S FACE

This is

"I believe in the little tree topper" lmao

HIS LIL FACE

"I know you...you're dead" "yes I've heard"

oh boy here we go

HE REMEMBERS !!

wait do they just leave daphne

Clarence

cas

THERE WE GO

shit that was a good sequence

"I remember everything" ope

to be honest at least dean was on the money

he did not take this well, predictably

this guy isn't an actual

yep demon

electroshock here we go

...is

is dean offering a forgiveness

HE JUST KEPT THE TRENCHCOAT

WHAT

WHAT THE FUCK

THIS IS NOT A NORMAL THING

IS IT

DOES DEAN JUST HAVE ATTACHMENT ISSUES

CASSSSSSSSSSSSS

OH MY GOD THE TRENCHCOAT!!

OVER THE LIL THING HE WAS WEARING

It didn't work oof

OH WAIT NO DOES HE TRANSFER THE CRAZY TO HIM

oh it WAS a needledrop!!

Cas

oh god no wait

NO THAT'S NOT WHAT DEAN MEANT

I forgot how infuriating these fuckers were

OH MY GOD CAS NO

Dean is not going to take this well is he

Cas is

also not taking this well

oh no

no they just left him there

his lil fluffy hair

Mutually Assured Destruction

"We don't even have friends. All our friends are dead"

oh they're fucked

MEG AHAHAHAHAHA

"I really just want to help the patients"

I love her

also she looks good in that outfit

ok ok wrap up!

1. Dean has either attachment issues or just. Mans is just so bad at figuring out his emotions. Like he genuinely doesn't know how to name them or describe them past the basics! That feels important

2. Also incredibly important that he can't name anything with Cas. Like a brother my ASS

3. Needledrop as Cas's memories were coming back was very good, very very vibe and not out of place at all if u didn't know the song(like me)

4. I fucking love Meg Masters,

5. actually no screw it I liked the whole episode. Sam in a psych ward helping out a haunting(and showing he uses work as a coping mechanism) and Meg+Dean+Amnesia Cas working out the Dean/Cas clusterfuck

6. oh yeah, Sam had a solid storyline in this one, I think it was neat

7. Revelation that since everyone used it for their therapy and wrote on vibes, the show is basically everyone's unconscious biases

8. CAS!!!! I'm so mad they left him. I feel that was very much "oh he's not a main character" but also everyone loves him so whoops

#pawswatchesspn #7x17 the born again identity #actually yeah I'm glad I waited #that was FUN

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blaperile · 4 years

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Homestuck^2 - Reactions Chapter 2 “Clown Logistics” (Pages 57 - 95)

Time for the "Clown Logistics"!

...There's nothing I can think of but a hypothetical department within Jane's ship. So, a chapter from Jane's perspective is my only theory right now!

I mean, seeing as Gamzee’s (presumably) dead I assume this won’t be a direct focus on him.

If we do focus on Jane now, it's interesting how the B2 Kids are getting the majority of the focus so far in Homestuck^2.

And Roxy, who had, especially in the later parts of Homestuck, the majority of screentime has so far not appeared yet.

Very, very interesting indeed.

Anyway, let's read on.

Page 57:

NOPE, SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY. But still related to fucking Gamzee of course.

WE'VE GOT OFFICIAL ART FOR VRISKA MARYAM-LALONDE NOW :O

Oh man.

I'd been forming some mental images on what Vriska Maryam-Lalonde and Tavros Crocker would look like. But to be honest, my creativity wasn't that good so I'd been mostly imagining a near exact copy of Vriska, and a humanized version of Tavros. :P

Meanwhile, for Harry Anderson I'm imagining something like John/Jake with a hair style more like Roxy.

But no, just look at her!!!

She's like a gothic Vriska! Oh man, makes complete sense, considering how Rose and Kanaya like to dress themselves. I can't believe I hadn't thought of that actually.

And it's minutes in the past, which explains why she's not with Tavros currently.

Maybe that means we'll see him too in a little bit? :O

Anyway, Vriska Serket's looking surprisingly okay, considering how earlier she was seemingly bleeding to death, based on the narration. :P

Pffff, Vriska's being classic Vriska already. Stealing stuff and giving herself advantages at the cost of others.

Though to be honest, John's probably not missing that phone right now.

Page 58:

Yikes, yeah, Gamzee sure got a rough beating there.

I like that they decided to depict the scars from Nepeta's claws here!

Oh boy, does this mean Vriska Serket's going to stop being (Vriska)? Indication she's gonna become relevant again? :P

Then what is she going to call Vriska Maryam-Lalonde? Is this going to be based on a suggestion from the readers?

Is it going to be anything like her real name? Or is it going to be a different spider-related name?

...I'll laugh if she decides to name her Aranea. xD

Page 59:

Vrissy! :O

I like the sound of it! It sounds enough like Vriska, and is also 6 letters. And it rolls well enough of the tongue.

Anyway, oh god, Vrissy's gonna call upon Tavros Crocker isn't she? :/

To involve him in this criminal matter... yeah, sounds like something a kismesis might do. :P

I wonder if Tavros is gonna get a nickname. Perhaps not, seeing as there isn't a second Tavros around right now (unless Gcatavrosprite finally shows up again).

Also, since when does Vriska have an eyepatch? I mean, I knew Karkat has an eyepatch now, but I had no idea Vriska also had one.

I like how she drew an 8 on it to make it resemble an 8-ball though.

Page 60:

Ahahaha, Vrissy's immediately sold on the new nickname.

Is she gonna insist that everyone uses that name from now on? Including her parents?

I wonder what kind of car Tavros will be coming with. Will it look like Dad's car?

Oh boy, what is Vriska's reaction going to be to the existence of a Tavros here. xD

Let's hope she doesn't tear into Tavros like he's... ahum, Tavros.

Page 61:

Hehe, perfection! Slightly calmer than I'd have expected her to be, but still.

And uh, is Tavros really gonna get a kick out of this? I mean, he didn't like Gamzee very much of course, but I'd think he'd be a bit too much of a nice person to really uh, enjoy this?

God I'm so curious to see what he'll look like...

Page 62:

There he is already!

A hovercar! Can't say I was expecting that, hehe.

Page 63:

There he is!!!!! :D

Oh man, he looks like a perfect mix between Jane and Jake. Jane's glasses, Jake's hair and bowtie. And the buck teeth of course! :B

It's so cool to finally see what Vrissy and Tavros look like. After all this time that we only had dialog and no images, hehe.

Page 64:

Ahahahaha, mood whiplash! Yup, that's truly an Egbert/English/Nitram reborn. xD

That's exactly how I imagined him reacting to this.

Page 65:

Ha, alright. He really doesn't mind Gamzee's dead.

Page 66:

N'awww. It's pretty heartwarming that the badass Serkets allow Tavros to have this little emotional moment instead of ripping into him.

Page 69:

Hehe, return of the Scribble Mode-like art style!

Oh boy, Tavros is removing his sweater. I wonder what he looks like underneath that! Is there gonna be any symbol popping up here? :P

Page 70:

Ooooh, suspenders! Instantly makes me think of Caliborn and Doc Scratch... errr, not really the best people to be thinking of here I guess. xD

I wonder if this is truly the last we'll see of Gamzee.

I honestly wouldn't be surprised if he's somehow only "almost" dead and will suddenly start honking again from within the trunk.

Page 71:

HOLY SHIT HARRY ANDERSON EGBERT OUT OF NOWHERE

Wow... man, for a second I didn't realize it was him! To be honest, I first thought it was a girl.

But then I noticed the hair style, the eyes... that's so Roxy-like. Combined with the buck teeth and the blue scarf, that sold it. Just like how Roxy likes to wear scarfs.

Oh man, I love the designs of these characters.

Page 72:

OH DEAR GOD, HE'S A TOTAL COOLKID.

OH MAN

He talks so much like Roxy, I love it.

Pfffahahaha, he doesn't believe a WORD Vrissy is saying. His face is going to be PRICELESS when he sees that she's telling the truth.

Page 75:

Ahahaha, yes, Harry Anderson doesn't believe it at all.

...So that's what Alternian schools were like then. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. xD

I'm starting to think that perhaps they're just gonna bring Gamzee's body to the rebel camp, and that this way the news somehow reaches Jane that Tavros is with the rebels. Just not in the way she's thinking. :P

Oh boy, I hope that if they do go there they meet Karkat and Meenah. I want to see Vriska's face when she meets this badass leader Karkat.

And god I'm dying to find out what he looks like now.

Page 76:

Hehehe, I didn't immediately notice the spades in Vrissy's eyes.

Also, that sounds totally like a Jakey thing to say: "Righto".

It IS starting to look like abundantChewtoys pointed out to me that their relationship is relatively calm, despite being kismesises. Maybe it's somewhat like between John and Terezi!

Page 79:

A honk? Tavros heard a honk?

Oh man... is it really gonna turn out there's still a little bit of life left in him?

But yeah... there's no way this is gonna end well. SOMEONE's going to spot them carrying a body, right?

On the other hand, Vriska's always got irons in the fire, maybe now she's gonna get a clown in the fire. :B

Page 80:

Ahahaha, that's gonna make some noise and draw attention, isn't it?

Page 81:

Pffff, these guys. I love this little group of dorks.

Page 83:

Oh god, they better watch out for that smoke detector or whatever it is, or that's gonna set off a REAL alarm now.

Pages 84 - 85:

YUP, called it that they were going to bump into that.

I didn't think it was a sprinkler though, but close enough. :P

So what are they going to do now? Drop the body and run for cover?

If people find Gamzee, that's definitely going to hit the headlines though.

Page 86:

Ahahahaha, return of the Bluh! God it's been so long.

Yeah... they're busted. What are they gonna do now? Are Vriska and Vrissy going to pretend that Tavros is their hostage or something?

...I just realized we're nearing page 88, hahahaha.

Oh man, I just love Vriska in this chapter. These are just so much more sillier events than we're normally used to seeing her in. xD

Page 87:

Oh man, I didn't think we'd see actual dialog for these people!

It's interesting how they all have FIVE letters in their name. Not 4 like the human kids, nor 6 like the Troll kids, but 5.

I love how they talk like teenagers on social media.

Page 89:

Oooooh, I like how their eyes light up in the dark!

Pfff, yup, Vriska's really enjoying herself out here. Looks like she won't mind THAT much that she can't go back to the action in the Furthest Ring. :P

Also, uh, I don't think they'll just be able to get away when school's out. I bet they're probably going to call the police or something?

Page 90:

Ahahaha, so THAT'S why Jane thought the rebels had captured Tavros. She just refuses to accept the alternative.

That's really just her problem. It's always been.

She can just be SO convinced that she's right about something, she just won't believe she's wrong. Until she sees it with her own eyes.

Maybe that's going to be the best solution to all these problems she has been causing? That all the negative things get SMACKED into her face so she finally realizes what she's been doing wrong?

Page 91:

HOLY SHIT. NOW THIS TRULY IS THE HOMESTUCK AGAIN OF ALL THOSE YEARS AGO.

Linking back to scenes/conversations that happened earlier, hahahaha!

Page 92:

Just look at this smooth bastard. xD

Looks like the face of someone who still believes he's being pranked. Does he think Vrissy set off the fire alarm on purpose, just to get him out of class?

Page 93:

Oh boy, he's looking at his phone. Is he gonna see the same image as Jane on social media now?

Pages 94 - 95:

PERFECTION. THAT FACE. I LOVE IT. THAT'S ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER. XD

His last face reminds me a bit of Pickle Inspector.

Perfect end to a hilarious chapter!

God I love Homestuck^2.

#Homestuck #Homestuck^2 #reaction #Vriska Serket #Vrissy Maryam-Lalonde #Tavros Crocker #Harry Anderson Egbert #Gamzee Makara

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