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detective sweetheart - n.a x fem!reader

posted nov 3rd, 2023 12:22 am

this was what i did for my "based on my day" challenge (i spent it watching svu season 14 lmfao) its also my first time writing for nick amaro or any detectives in general so I'm sorry if he's a bit ooc, its also a crossover with criminal minds and i think i made up the whole technical analyst assistant thing but that's my job in my criminal minds DR lmfao. hope you enjoy :)

this includes alcohol (reader consumption), use of Y/n, and possibly wrong wording for FBI stuff?? the reader likes children (in a not creepy way). Jennifer Jareau

summary: the BAU's technical analyst assistant develops quite the crush on SVU's detective Nick Amaro

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You sat quietly in a bar, sitting amongst a group of FBI agents you knew well and a few detectives you’d just recently had the pleasure of meeting, chatting about the now-closed case and a few chatting about their children, you hadn’t spoken much, too busy trying not to stare at Detective Nick Amaro.

“Detective Amaro, this is Y/n L/n, she’s our technical analyst assistant, our official technical analyst is back at Quantico focusing on another case” Your boss, Aaron Hotchner, introduced you to one of the detectives you’d be working with for a necrophilia serial killer case,

You two spent the last few days working very closely together on this case.

Penelope had been working on another case and due to a small fire that you and Penelope accidentally started with a candle in your already small office, Hotch decided to bring you with the team to Manhattan.

And of course, with your luck, Penelope couldn’t be there to fangirl over the hot detective with you, so you had to deal with the consequences of your short attention span all on your own, (granted our beloved Spencer did try to relate and fangirl with you, he did his best, but he was quite busy getting into conspiracy arguments with Sergeant John Munch).

Now that the case was over, Hotch decided that the team was in no rush back to Quantico and could leave in the morning, so while he called in early and left back to his hotel, the rest of you went out with some of the SVU detectives,

Including Nick

of course.

“What about you? Got any kids?” Nick asked, accidentally snapping you out of your trance, as he handed JJ back her phone after she showed him a photo of her boys.

“Oh, uh”

fuck, he smelt good, why did Derek have to sit you right next to him??

“No, no kids, I do adore them though” You smiled in a way you hoped wasn’t too awkward, before Emily spoke up “She’s great with them too! I mean they just love her”

Nick smiled at that, nodding as Emily talked.

You laughed awkwardly in response, “she’s exaggerating” you whispered just loud enough for Nick to hear, earning a laugh.

oh my god, he LAUGHS?

“As much fun this has been, I’m gonna call it a night” JJ announced, standing up from her seat, her actions mirrored by Spencer as he agreed.

They were shortly followed by Olivia, Fin, and Emily. Derek went home with a pretty girl (obviously) and finally, Rossi left with Rollins, after she offered him a ride back to the hotel.

That left, you and Nick, alone

of fucking course

“So, miss L/n, how was your first time in New York, huh?” He asked, taking a sip of his bourbon or was it whiskey? Maybe scotch? You couldn’t remember

“Oh, you mean besides the corpse-loving freak? Pretty great, thanks for asking, Detective.” you joked, feeling less intimidated thanks to the vodka cranberry sitting in front of you.

He laughed, “Yeah, dumb question” he shook his head almost embarrassed but you were eating it up.

“How was your first time working with the BAU, hm?” Nick smiled as you practically hummed the question, he thought it was cute, and you could tell, which only boosted your confidence.

“Gotta be honest, I was worried you guys would swarm in and take everything over but, it was a lot easier than I expected” You nod in response,

“A lot of people think that, but typically it’s an ego thing. was it an ego thing for you, Nicky?” The nickname had slipped off your tongue with ease as you teased your schoolgirl crush, having called him that just a few days ago when you first started working together.

Nick scoffed, “What? No, absolutely not” but the small smirk on his lips was a dead giveaway. “Okay, maybe it was kind of an ego thing, just a little bit” he whispered his confession. You all but giggled in response

“It’s gettin’ late, what do you say I walk you back to your hotel huh?” he offered, standing up and putting his coat on before reaching for yours

“I’d like that, thank you, Detective” You smiled, standing from your seat and sighing as he carefully put your coat on for you.

The hotel wasn’t far but god you wished it had been, it would’ve given you some more time to flirt with the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life

(exaggerating? Pft nuh-uh)

But yet, here you stood, in front of the tall building that ruined your excitement.

“Hey, uh how would you feel if the next time you were in New York, I took you out?” Nick asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, his tie hanging loosely around his neck.

You smiled, hoping the lights surrounding you both hid the blush on your cheeks instead of accentuating it. “Or if you’re ever in Virginia?”

He smiled, nodding.

“I think I’d like that a lot” You responded, quietly, suddenly very sober.

“Great, have a safe flight back home, alright?”

it's already over

“Thank you for walking me back, Nick”

“Anytime, goodnight, sweetheart” he smiled once more.

Sweetheart

“Goodnight, detective”

#nick amaro x reader #nick amaro x you #nick amaro imagine #svu imagine #law and order svu imagines #nick amaro fluff #nick amaro #Spotify

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batboyblog · 2 months

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Hello! I just wanted to let you know that I recently discovered your weekly updates on stuff President Biden has done and they are so amazing! Your posts have definitely given me back some hope and it’s wonderful to see everything laid out like that! I just wanted to say thank you for posting them. Also, while I followed you for the politics, I have to say that you have really great taste in the superhero posts! I’m loving all the art and fan art! Anyway, I hope you have a great day and a wonderful week!

well thank you for saying so!

uh yeah in real life I'm a very political person and Tumblr was my space to indulge other interests, but sadly it seems like its really important to spread information to count a real sea of misinformation about President Biden thats been going on for most of his Presidency at this point.

I feel like just pointing out what he does every week for Americans is a good way to do spread positivity.

one narrative that is really dragging him down is the idea that he "doesn't do anything" Biden and the Dems passed 3 of the biggest laws I've seen, the American Rescue Plan Act, the Bipartisan Infrastructure Law, and the Inflation Reduction Act.

and like part of the way Biden gets the biggest climate bill in American (and world) history through Congress is he doesn't call it "The Green New Deal" he calls it something boring like "Inflation Reduction Act" but we got a Green New Deal, it happened, we're on track to carbon neutral by the end of the decade, and I find learning about the pieces of that the Investments that are gonna add up so cool and so hopeful, like getting a Alaska native tribe a new dam so they can have clear hydropower rather than use diesel generators, SO! cool.

and another thing about Biden is he's been around so long he understands how the government works really better than any one. Student Debt is such a great example, most Presidents they get shut down by the Supreme Court they go "well I tried" and give up. Biden hasn't given up since the conservative court shut down his first effort at student loan forgiveness. He's take programs and authorities that got passed years ago and taken them as far as they can go, got debt forgiveness to 4 million people, so far and he's not stopping, it might take more time but he's gonna get there and only he really knows all the places to look to get the authority to do something like this because he has so much experience.

any ways I'm just trying to live by Harvey Milk's words "I know you can not live on hope alone, but without it life is not worth living, so you gotta give 'em hope."

#Joe Biden #Thanks Biden #Hope #election 2024

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randomyuu · 20 days

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so hold my hand (consign me not to darkness) [1/4]

Ah, yes. The fic that made me realise I’m in desperate need of Cursed Spirit Gojou in my ever-growing favourite GoYuu tropes.

Content Warning!

Major Character Death. Other characters are disrespectful to the corpse.

I highly suggest you read the fic first, or just the fic, since I don’t think I was properly able to adapt it into drawings. While I managed to use roughly two weeks of on-and-off planning, researching, and storyboarding, I only had a full week to finish it. You can read more of my thoughts below the comic if you’re curious.

Title: so hold my hand (consign me not to darkness)

Author: qalb_al_louz

It’s ongoing, and as of this drawing, the fic is in its third chapter. While this is (sexually) SFW, always be mindful of the tags! Please keep yourself safe and sound.

Please read from right to left, and enjoy!

You can only upload 30 images in one post, huh Damn, I gotta divide it into parts

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Alrighty, I'll put my watered down unhinged thoughts below. No extra drawings down there if you're curious haha (unless you want to see the storyboard and the characters' full body character sheet, lemme know). You can skip the stuff underneath the Keep Reading for all parts.

This fic had me grinning from ear to ear every time I read this. The atmosphere, how it goes from POV to POV—of pure fear and panic—and the peak excitement I got when Yuuji properly meets Gojou, like brooooo 😭

Gosh I cannot emphasise how much I love this fic. I’ve always been wanting to make a whole comic out of it, especially since it was 2 chapters and it doesn’t look like the author will update it, but it just… kind of forgotten ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

But then the author posted a new chapter and I told myself this is a sign I should really start.

also goddamn I was so naive to think I can tackle 2 chapters as comic—no I was in fact cannot

The moment I laid my eyes on the first paragraph, things were portrayed very vividly in my mind. The panel, the angle, Gojou's head rolling down... I was like, hell yeah. Then I continued reading and I finally succumbed to my desire to draw this out.

At first I want to adapt this into a vertical format like those manhwas. However the longer I try to learn and storyboard it... I am simply not yet comfortable with it, especially for such a big project. Even the 1st storyboard starts vaguely vertical before the panels quickly crammed into that B4-B5 format lol. The first sketch estimated 69 (heh) pages for 90% of chapter 1. I said "no" for my own sanity and fully focused on the usual manga format and it was narrowed down to 60. Still a lot though, quantity and time-wise. So with a heavy heart, I can only do the majority of chapter 1 :”) I really really want to draw Sukuna talks back to Gojou—do you have any idea how good that scene was??? Gojou tried so hard to restrain himself, he’s so other I love him 😭

Due to the sheer length of this comic (I'm still in disbelief), I have limit lots of things, and that includes the drawing. If you've seen my other JJK fanarts, they are more rendered than this one. Well, this one is purely sketched with the help of the eraser to tidy up some lines. This is also the first fanart that I did purely on Photoshop, so I can control the typesets and drawings in one place. Usually, I use Photoshop for panels and typesetting and Krita for drawing.

I don't really like Photoshop's brush, but it did really well in curbing my perfectionist tendencies, so that's good.

It's also been quite a while since I draw in general (sobs) so... yeah, you might find differences, or not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

I know setting is important, but maaan I genuinely won't miss rereading chapter 83-93 with a heavy focus on background and character locations. I just want to read the action and dialogue😭 However continuity is really important. But my spatial intelligence is almost non-existent even GPS sometimes can't help me. All I'm saying is that if you find some silly drawing mistakes, do forgive me ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿I only drew all this in a week because otherwise I won't have another chance to complete this.

Well, lots of things I won't miss from this project, but haha let's talk about the characters instead because holy shit what was I thinking, starting this year drawing this many characters in the same project??? I have never drawn anyone here except for Yuuji, Gojou, Nanami and Megumi. I don't think I've ever drawn older Getou before. I already forgot how to draw my boy Yuuji and I gotta draw all these people???

This is what you call making a bad decision, kids. Don't do your "drawing warmup" after months of not drawing and tackling a project of a scale way bigger than you've ever tackled before.

Thank you for reading this far! I hope you find my complaint entertaining! But make no mistake, I genuinely still love the fic. Drawing this, even with all the headaches it gave me, only makes me adore this fic even more.

Thank you very much to each one of you who follows and leaves comments and tags on my silly art—it never failed to make my day :D And I sincerely wish this one also made your day or even made your minute! I'll see you in the next part!

#yuu's art #jjk-fic-fanart #jjk-ship #五悠 #goyuu #goyu #5u #gojou x yuuji #shibuya arc #shibuya arc canon divergence #lots of characters on this one #kenjaku #chousou #mahito #jogo jjk #gojo satoru

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decks-writing-blog · 21 days

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Whatever the Fuck Benrey Is: Chapter Sixteen: Appropriate Behavior Between Friends

Chapter One

Previous Chapter

Maybe Gordon really should just go ahead and cut his hair short. Getting it into a pony tail one-handed was possible but a massive pain and it wasn’t a particularly good ponytail, always coming undone far before the day was through, requiring fixing it or just dealing with it. Or maybe he could just let it hang down.

Smoothing it down, he looked in the mirror hung up on his closet door. It looked good but… as soon as he did anything or if it was windy outside, it would become a nuisance. The ponytail was always the easy compromise but with how much of a pain that was now, maybe it wasn’t worth it anymore. Damn, that sucked but what else could he do?

“Want help with your ponytail?”

Gordon turned to look at Benrey standing in the bedroom doorway, looking at him. “Huh?”

“Your ponytail. Want me to do it? ‘Cause you only got one hand so its always super loose and comes undone and stuff.”

A prank? … Maybe. But when they cuddled and Benrey stroked his hands through Gordon’s hair, it always felt rather nice. And it was the exact solution to the problem he’d just been contemplating. So why not give Benrey a chance and if he messed up Gordon’s hair for a prank, it’d seal the deal on him cutting it off. “Sure. Thanks. You know how to do it?”

“Uh… it can’t be that hard, can it? Just give me one of your hair thingies and then sit down somewhere I can reach easy.”

True, a basic ponytail really wasn’t that hard figure out. So he handed Benrey the hair tie he’d already grabbed as he went past him to lead the way into the kitchen. The chairs there were the perfect height.

Before sitting down though he turned Benrey and… no, he might regret it in a few minutes but he trusted him. He was the one who’d brought up the topic of Gordon’s hair last night after all, perhaps as a precursor to whatever prank he was about to try to pull now but maybe not too. “Thanks,” was all he said before turning back around and sitting around.

A moment later Benrey’s hands were going through his hair. As always how cool and smooth they were made it an unique experience, a pleasant one. Benrey was just nice to touch and be touched by in general.

“So uh… if we gotta, when we heading to old Black Mesa facility?” Benrey asked.

“Not until after we’re sure your data hasn’t already been salvaged ‘cause I’m not going back there unless I’m sure we have to.” Or they could wait until the teams already being sent down there found everything and brought it back. It’s not like they were looking at any of it on the spot, just gathering everything they could to be sorted through later. Then again it might be better to not risk Benrey getting found out if they could avoid it. That was something they’d decide on later though.

“Yeah, I know, duh. But how long is that gonna take?”

“I don’t know. A week, maybe two, could be longer. It depends on a lot of stuff. We’ll start looking tomorrow though.” And it wouldn’t even be suspicious because now that they had a few things up and running, it wouldn’t be viewed as odd if Gordon suggested they start going through the experiment data for anything else that could be brought back that might be helpful in Black Mesa’s struggle to get back to its feet. “I’m second in command now,” and still proud of that even if how he’d got that promotion had been less than fun. He’d still earned it though, for all the trauma as well as how strongly he’d pushed himself onto Breen upon returning to help them. “So I can probably make the call on who all looks at that stuff and set just us to it. If I can’t quite get away with that, it’ll take longer. But if you’re anxious about it, I guess we could…”

“Nah, I’m not,” Benrey interrupted, “just bored.” Figures. “But uh… done.” He pulled his hands back. “I do it right?”

Gordon reached back to finger his ponytail. It was a bit higher than he normal set it but not too tight or loose and far more secure than he’d been able to get it since losing his hand. “It’s perfect. Thanks a ton.” This was certainly far easier and faster.

“Awesome. I’ll uh… be in the basement today then. Probably gonna be a while so go hang out with Tommy or Coomer.”

Gordon stood, turning to see him starting in that direction. He followed. “Why?”

Benrey remained silent until reaching the basement door, pausing just outside it before turning back to look at him. “Gonna do some shape shifting. Try to see if I can’t stumble upon a… true form or whatever you called it.”

Oh! Gordon wanted to see that. “Do you think I could…”

“No,” Benrey interrupted, his tone not particularly sharp but it still firm enough to leave no room for trying to convince him to change his mind. “Don’t come down. I’ll see you later.” And with that he back stepped, phasing through the door, leaving Gordon alone in the hall.

Damn it. Gordon could technically sneak down there in like half an hour when Benrey might not be watching for him anymore. Just a peek nothing more. But… Benrey had told him not to and so he shouldn’t. Benrey deserved privacy just in general but also especially so because likely he hadn’t been allowed much of it in the past.

And so, with some effort he turned and headed back into the living room. He could play some games like he had when Benrey had gone on that walk yesterday. But… knowing Benrey was in the house doing something interesting would make it tempting sneak down to peek so he’d head out instead. He could follow through on that promise to replace Tommy’s gooed OSHA manuals. Maybe get the promised PS3 for Benrey too. All the big expenses were taken care of now and they were firmly settled in, so he could easily justify it. And heck, while he was at it, why not go back to the idea of getting Dr. Coomer Super Punch Out and a SNES too and if he could find anything spaced themed to give to Bubby when he returned from his trip to Aperture, he’d get that too.

Pulling out his phone, he brought up his text chat with Tommy. ‘Want to go on a mini-shopping spree with me? You need to tell me where to go to replace your OSHA manuals.’ And which ones needed to be replaced because Gordon didn’t remember.

The reply came blessedly rather quickly. ‘Sure. I’ll walk down. See you soon.’ Awesome, that took care of the loneliness thing that Gordon still needed to get over. That was easier said than done though so… he could give himself a break on this.

***

The hardest part about big changes when shape shifting was the bones. Benrey could change all his soft parts without too much issue but when not hyped up on whatever was in the air on Xen, changing his skeletal structure took time, effort, and energy. Even more now than back at Black Mesa thanks to his general power level being stuck somewhat low.

Perhaps he could try dissolving his bones entirely and just be a mass of flesh and whatever organs he felt like making, if any at all. That would leave him with no structure to his form. It’d be harder to move and would he even be able to speak? The hard mouth parts were important for speech after all. So… he would maybe try that idea later.

For now, because the one thing he did know about himself was that he had a connection to Xen – from there or made from something found there – he would he would try out some Xen forms. Having encountered headcrabs first, that seemed like a good place to start. Not having a headcrab in front of him made it hard; what the heck did their bones do? But he was pretty sure that wouldn’t be his true form anyway. Something along the way to making it or between it and whatever form he tried next might be though and thus it was worth doing.

It took a couple hours but he did eventually have his best approximation of a headcrab. The bone structure was off for sure, it was too big – he could only shrink himself so much – and he added an eye on top between the two arm like appendages because he liked being able to see – presumably the real things had some other kind of sensory organ he didn’t know enough about to be able to replicate – but it was close enough. It was also very much not his true form, nor was any form leading to it. Having no desire to linger in it, he quickly starting shifting again.

Next he shifted into a peeper puppy. Already in a somewhat quadrupedal form, it took less time but long enough that the boredom of doing nothing else still ate at him. He should’ve done this in front of the TV. Gordon would’ve been able to see if he had though and… he didn’t need the distraction of Gordon watching him contort his form and reshape his entire skeletal structure repeatedly as if he were putting on a fun show or science documentary.

He made the eyes last mostly because they were easy but also because upon opening them he was met with a far bigger field of vision than he’d ever had before. Even on Xen when he’d been physically bigger and thus been able to see more at once as a result, it hadn’t felt like this. It was pretty damn cool if a bit disorienting. Maybe he should leave and run around outside like this, really take in the sights. … Later. He had a mission today, one he’d been impatient enough about to not put off until tomorrow. So some other day he’d turn into a peeper puppy again and have Gordon take him for a walk around town.

Next he shifted into one of the acid spitting squid fellows that he couldn’t recall the full name they’d come up with for them. Given that he couldn’t recall that, likely his approximation of one was even less accurate but he was beyond caring about perfection because it and the lead up to it didn’t feel right either. Next was the guys who shot lighting. They were pretty cool with their weird joints. If he’d gone for them first he’d have mussed about and tried to figure out the lightening thing, assuming it wasn’t magic or whatever. But as it was, he wasn’t in the mood.

By the time he was done – or more like close enough because there was no way he go the leg bones right, he couldn’t walk on them – he was almost ready to call it quits. It wasn’t working and he was bored and tired and hungry even though he’d slept last night and ate like two days ago. But this was more exhausting than he ever would’ve thought.

Groaning, he slumped into the awful cold concrete wall. This was so lame! Why did he decide to try this? Who cared if he even had a true form or what it was if so. … But he’d already committed and had only one more alien he was familiar with the shape of. Except no because there was also the little floating guys with the big brains. Ugh! But still he was close so…

With another groan, still leaning face first into the horrible wall, he started shifting again. The guys that shot the bugs weren’t too different from the lighting guys anyway so… might as well complete this just for the sake of it. So he could say he did and then next time he could try other forms, whatever came to mind… assuming there was a next time anyway because so far this was proving to be lame.

As expected, despite looking for it, no ‘right’ feeling came to him as he shifted into his best exhausted go at one of the bug shooting guys. Same with the brain guy. But finally he was done! … But actually no because he didn’t want to go out like this, couldn’t if he tried because these things obviously couldn’t walk so he hadn’t bothered to try to make leg bones that could work well. And his hands were even worse, little more than nubs because trying on them had been too much work.

And so after rolling onto his back to stare up at the now dreadful basement ceiling with it single stupid light bulb that was too damn bright hanging down with a long pull cord to turn it on and off, he started shifting again. At least for this he knew what the human skeleton looked like – there’d been models of it in several rooms in the old facility – meaning it took less mussing around until he found the right shapes. The hardest as always were the hands and feet because for some god forsaken reason they were filled with so many little bones. Getting it perfect wasn’t necessary but the hands in particular were important to get more right than not because if they were wrong it’d be harder to hold things such as game controllers. And so as always, despite how tired he was, he took extra when forming his hands.

By the time he was finally done with that and reforming his old human shape in general, he was about ready to roll over and take a nap right here on the floor. The only thing stopping him was how cold it was down here. So instead he stood and put his clothes back on.

Upon finishing he felt more right than he had since starting this wretched exercise. Maybe this was his true form after all? … Nah, he was just used to this. It was the best form for his purposes most of the time so he used it a lot and thus it felt normal and ‘right’ compared to all the shapes he’d just taken for the first time. Meaning if he had a true form, he’d still likely default to this and thus would it be worth it to continue to try and find it? Maybe not but having already put in so much time and effort failing to figure anything out made the question more annoying. It’d of course be easiest to just wait patiently until he had his records but… he wanted to know now. It wasn’t happening today no matter what though.

And so he slogged back up the stairs and through the cling-wrap still covering the doorway and the door itself. Normally phasing through things didn’t take much effort but right now… it did. Ugh. He hadn’t felt this bad since being killed on Xen. Upon waking up though, the energy boost from Xen’s air had restored him fairly well though before he’d jumped through the last portal before it could finish closing. Here though he didn’t have that, leaving him to just feel crappy for however long it would last. Ugh.

In the hall now, the TV could be heard coming from the gamer pad, its door opened Benrey crept that way, peeking his head in. Gordon and Tommy sat on the couch. On the TV was… Melee. Cool, they were playing games together. Benrey could join them… or just sit and watch.

First though, he pulled back and made his way to the kitchen. Gordon had made a point once about him trying different foods and seeing what he liked. Well it was time to do that. He opened the fridge and opened the carton of eggs. There were six left inside. A normal amount to eat? Maybe. Having experience with trying to eat pigeon eggs in the past – the gooey mess inside was kind of yucky – he went straight to swallowing these whole. Next he ate the carton.

How cold it all was, was rather unpleasant, especially after how cold the basement had been. Used to be he never thought about it or let it bother him much but now after being encouraged and allowed to bask in warmth more often, the cold felt worse by comparison. So closing the fridge, he switched to the pantry. Lots more cardboard stuff in here which was good because he liked cardboard. He settled on eating one of the two boxes of protein bars, the inside of which wasn’t to dissimilar in flavor to cardboard. The wrappers were a bit annoying but he’d survived eating far worse. To finish off his meal he went under the sink for one of his soap bars. Too tired to bother putting it in the microwave, he ate it as was.

Finally he felt a bit better; less like he was immediately going to fall over but still rather tired and worn. If he tried hard he could probably hide it but… why bother? It didn’t matter if Gordon and Tommy knew he was exhausted, right? So, dragging his feet a little, he made he way back down the hall to the gamer pad. It was getting dark out, the main source of light quickly becoming the TV. He hit the light switch as he walked in, drawing Tommy and Gordon’s gazes to him.

“Oh, hey Benrey,” Tommy said with a smile.

Benrey started for the couch. “Hey Tommy.”

“Any luck with your uh… thing?” Gordon asked.

“No.” Benrey sat next to him, right next to him. Before he could respond to that, Benrey took his arm – the right one so he wasn’t using that hand for anything anyway – and draped it around himself, allowing him pull his legs up and to press into Gordon’s side. He was warm and soft and it didn’t matter that Tommy was right there on Benrey’s other side because Tommy was cool and thus shouldn’t care that Benrey and Gordon liked to cuddle.

“Uh… okay.” Gordon was tense but shifted his arm around Benrey to hold him a bit more securely regardless. “First of all, you’re fucking freezing.”

“Mm-hmm.” That’s certainly how Benrey would describe it.

“Second, are you… shorter?”

“Maybe.” Probably. He hadn’t exactly been focused on reforming to the same exact size and shape. And thus since the last form he’d tried had been only a bit bigger than as small as he could go, he likely hadn’t made himself the same height as before. That was fine though. Being tall was good for intimidating people but being short was good for being annoying. The latter was more fun most of the time, certainly with Gordon, which was why he’d defaulted to being shorter than him pretty earlier on. Being even shorter now would maybe make him more annoying.

“And uh… are you okay? This isn’t like you.”

“Just tired and cold.” And frustrated over having spent almost the entire day doing something that proved to have not only been a stupid waste of time but was also exhausting.

“All right then.” Gordon didn’t sound too sure but he relaxed a little more anyway.

“You guys have um… grown awfully close, huh?” Tommy said.

“I guess so, yeah,” Gordon replied. “Maybe don’t uh… tell the others. Not that it’s bad or… or shameful or anything like that, just… you know how Bubby is sometimes and Dr. Coomer’s uh… he can be kinda weird too.”

“I won’t tell, promise. But it’s nice to see you’ve become good friends now even if uh… you’re a bit closer than I’d thought. That’s nice too though.”

It was nice, very nice. Nice enough that if Tommy weren’t there, Benrey might have just crawled into Gordon’s lap at this point before purring himself the rest of the way to sleep against his chest. But there were limits to what he was willing to do even with Tommy as the only witness and that crossed them, especially the purring. He’d tried several times in the past to get rid of whatever inside him made the purring noise but it just seemed to be something his body could do in any form he had that breathed which was all of them because it was too uncomfortable not to for longer than an hour or two.

“Anyway, Benrey,” Gordon nudged him slightly, “remember how I promised I’d get a Play Station 3? Well I finally did it. Got your Heavenly Sword game too.”

That was about the only thing that could rouse Benrey from his exhausted slump. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“We even set it up,” Tommy added, “it’s got internet and everything.”

“Play Station Plus?”

“Of course.”

Benrey had to hold back the urge to burst into purring after all. “Ooh you’re the best. Tommy you too, you’re the second best. I wanna play it.”

“We’re not particularly attached to this match so sure, go for it.” Gordon moved his arm, allowing Benrey to get up easier. Leaving his warmth sucked but it was Play Station and Heavenly Sword, finally.

***

Not long after Tommy eventually left due to how late it was getting, Benrey shifted from just leaning into Gordon’s side with his arm around him to sitting in his lap. He didn’t pause his game for even a second or two during the switch either, impressive. With how he only ever seemed to weigh half of what he should, it was a non-issue, especially being noticeably a little shorter. How much would be hard to say until they stood next to each other again but it was almost certainly a thing.

Unsure where else to put his arms now, Gordon wrapped them around Benrey. And even more intimate position but not really new except for the fact that they were doing it on the couch. Also new to the couch was… Benrey starting to purr. Which erased the lingering awkwardness that perhaps Gordon was the only one who’d even felt. If they cuddled in bed why couldn’t they cuddle on the couch sometimes too?

Just two friends cuddling, nothing weird about that. … Okay maybe it was a little weird but only because of what society defined as appropriate behavior between friends being so needlessly strict. They were just friends, nothing more going on here. Even if the sound and feel of Benrey purring kinda made Gordon wish he could purr too so he could express how good this felt without having to say the words. Words were hard and weird.

As pleasant as it was though, Benrey’s game play was flagging. It had been for a while, getting worse and worse as his evident exhaustion continued to drag at him once the rush of his excitement had started to wear off. His head was lolling too, he had to jerk it back up every few seconds.

“You’re tired.” Gordon kept his voice low but Benrey still seemed to almost flinch a little at it.

“A bit, yeah, but I’m fine. I can keep playing.” Even his voice sounded sleepy. It was late so that made sense but… he’d been asleep when Gordon woke this morning, meaning he shouldn’t be tired. But even on nights he did need sleep, he’d never seemed this tired.

“Shape shifting took a lot out of you, huh?”

Benrey’s purring stuttered but didn’t stop. “Yeah.”

Maybe that was why he hadn’t wanted Gordon to watch. Part of it anyway. Likely it was also more of that not wanting to be put in a metaphorical glass box and made to perform thing. It would be nice to know more. Like what kind of approach he was taking to finding his true form, what all shapes did he try so far, why exactly it had taken most of the day and left him so exhausted. Now wasn’t a good time to ask and perhaps never would be. If he wanted to share he had to know by now Gordon would be interested in hearing so asking would just be nosy. So instead…

“Probably time to head to bed.” It was still only a bit less than an hour earlier than their normal usually Benrey impose bed time, but Gordon was feeling rather sleepy. Probably due to Benrey’s purring. It was more soothing than a cat’s purring and that was saying something.

“Nah, I can play a bit longer. I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

“You’ve already played for hours though and it’ll still be here tomorrow. So it’s finally my turn to insist on bedtime. You don’t get to say ‘no’ ‘cause you never let me say ‘no’.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you could die if you don’t sleep, I can’t. … Or don’t think I can. But even if I can uh… I’ll come back.”

Instead of pointing out that just because he could come back from the dead didn’t mean that that death wouldn’t suck or that he deserved rest even if only because being tired was unpleasant, Gordon shifted his hold on him and stood, transferring him into a bridal carry. He let out a small yelp, his purring cutting out. A shame but it had to be done. “You can play more tomorrow, I promise. It’ll give you something to do while I’m at work looking for your stuff.”

“But… I don’t wanna.”

As much as Gordon liked the idea of carrying Benrey to bed and dropping him on it just because he could, Benrey still held the controller, the console and TV needed to be turned off and Gordon needed to get ready for bed. None of which he could do with only one real hand and his arms full of Benrey so he gently lowered to him his feet instead. He was indeed shorter. Where before he’d come up to Gordon’s shoulder he was now only up to mid-chest height. It was… cute; he was cute. No need to say that out loud though even if the temptation to had hit with the thought. Thank goodness he’d thought before speaking.

“I know but I’m going to bed so… you know,” he said instead. “You really do help a lot.” He wasn’t entirely nightmare free but even on the now rare instance in which he did have one, Benrey was always right nearby to make it better and help him fall back asleep.

“Damn it, fine. Bedtime. Only ‘cause I like you.”

“Thanks. I like you too.” It was true but for some reason saying it out loud felt… weird. Like the words were heavier than he’d intended. Thankfully Benrey didn’t seem to notice as he turned away to look at the TV again, allowing him to navigate to the ‘save and quit’ button in the menu. Shaking it off, Gordon turned and headed to get ready for bed. Probably it had felt weird because he was tired.

Next Chapter

#hlvrai #frenrey #benrey #hlvrai gordon

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iztarshi · 3 months

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Day 1: Helpless

“I wouldn’t have expected that to affect Shredder,” Donatello says thoughtfully. “Bebop and Rocksteady, obviously, but Shredder was already human.”

“We knew it wasn’t retromutagen, or we’d be turtles right now,” Leonardo answers. “I suppose there’s no reason it would only affect mutants.”

“I wonder whether we’d have been better off as turtles,” Donatello says. “According to Krang it’s going to wear off in twenty-four hours, swimming around with empty heads could have been a nice break.”

“No way, dude! Check us out, we are ready to party,” Michelangelo puts in, spinning enthusiastically to show off his hawaiin shirt.

“Then again, some of us always have empty heads,” says Raphael. Personally he is not happy about this at all, although probably happier than he’d be if he was a turtle right now. If there’s anything he’s thankful for it’s that they were still in disguise when Bebop and Rocksteady messed up and flooded the warehouse with whatever that stuff was. He feels quite exposed enough without his nice, friendly shell wrapped around him without literally being naked. When he lifts his hand he can see five pale brown fingers, thin and fragile. It’s weird.

“But, like, we gotta take advantage of this,” Michelangelo is continuing. “Shredhead’s already vanquished for the day, April’s not stalking any gangs, we’re not gonna explode… right?”

“As far as I know,” Donatello says.

“Donatello, you are so reassuring,” Raphael tells him. Right, Michelangelo’s been human before. He even fought as a human. The thought sends shivers down Raphael’s spine and he can feel his spine, the sensation of it pressing against his skin with all the hairs above it on end. If a villain threw him into a wall right now it would be right there. On the surface. With all his nerves wrapped around it. He backs casually into a wall.

“I hope April’s not in any trouble. We’re not much use to anyone right now,” Leonardo says. He unsheathes a sword and looks concerned when his hand’s grip leaves its point wavering and askew. “We should train.”

“Why?” asks Donatello. “By the time we’ve relearned our weapons in new bodies it will have worn off.”

“Yeah!” Michelangelo says, grabbing Leonardo’s arm and leaning up into his face. “Let’s just take our minds off it. I know where there’s a concert.”

“Well… I guess there’s not really anything else we can do…” Leonardo says, in the hesitating tone he uses when he knows they shouldn’t really stop for pizza but is going to be persuaded anyway. “And it would be interesting to see how people treat us when we’re not turtles.”

“We’re still turtles,” says Donatello. “Underneath.”

“Come on, compadres, let’s party.” Michelangelo grabs Leonardo to solidify his agreement and pulls him out of the warehouse. Donatello follows them and, after a moment to peel himself off the wall, so does Raphael.

Outside the warehouse there’s a chill wind blowing through the evening streets. There’s also Donatello, starting at his arms in fascination.

“What, did it just hit you you’re not green?” Raphael puts a hand on Donatello’s shoulder and tries to ignore the give under the cloth of his shirt instead of the leathery resistance of scales.

“My hairs are standing on end,” Donatello says. “Gooseflesh. Which is an odd name for such a mammallian experience.”

“Weird. You’d think humans would react less to cold than we do,” Raphael says.

“Well, I’m sure we haven’t been fully cold-blooded since our mutation. But humans do generally handle cold better than we do, this is just one of the ways their body does handle cold.”

“Dudes, forget the science lesson,” Michelangelo calls.

There aren’t many people on the street which is good because Raphael’s struggling not to flinch every time they pass one. This is stupid, he’s not this nervous when they’re in disguise, tonight they’re normal humans and have nothing to fear except… muggers. This is New York. When he’s in disguise he’s still a turtle underneath, not in the way Donatello says they still are, but in the far more reassuring way that means someone hitting him will find him unexpectedly hard.

A man in a long coat pushes past them, shoving Donatello — distracted by the streetlamps coming on this time — almost into a wall. Raphael grabs him before he can hit it and then wonders why his heart is beating so fast. He’s seen April shoved into walls before. He’s acting like humans are made of tissue paper.

He yanks Donatello to his feet and yells, “Hey! We’re walking here!” after the human’s retreating back.

“Are you all right?” Leonardo asks, coming back to look Donatello over with an anxiety that makes Raphael feel a bit better about his own reaction. “What were you hanging back for?”

“I was trying to make notes on whether the colours look different,” Donatello says, sheepishly. “But I don’t know.”

They set off again with Michelangelo still leading but Leonardo now following behind them like a sheepdog. Raphael tells himself not much can happen under the eye of their fearless leader and tries to relax.

“Guess we’d better get used to that happening,” Raphael mutters. “Since I don’t suppose we’re going to a nice classical concert with nice cosy chairs instead of the kind of concert where we’ll be squished by a million humans.”

“Put a sock in it, wouldja?” Michelangelo says, stopping to scowl at him. “How often do we get the chance to mingle?”

“Maybe I don’t want to mingle. Maybe I just want my shell.” Which would have sounded like typical Raphael grumbling if his voice hadn’t gone rather squeaky on the last word.

Michelangelo’s expression softens and he glances uncertainly at Leonardo who says, “Let’s go home.”

“But -” Michelangelo says, crestfallen.

“I’m not saying we have to stay there. We can have a break and a snack, maybe change into something more appropriate for a concert.”

“If we’re going to mingle with humans we shouldn’t really be carrying weapons,” Donatello puts in.

Leonardo looks like he regrets saying anything about changing before valiantly continuing with, “Exactly. Let’s go.”

Leonardo’s leading this time, so Michelangelo falls back to the rear and surprises Raphael by wrapping his arms around his back from behind. He can feel his spine relaxing with the warm, heavy buffer of Michelangelo between it and the world and gives Michelangelo’s arm a grateful pat.

It’s pretty sad that for once Raphael has the chance to go anywhere he wants without issue and instead he’s glad to be back in the sewers. Home, sweet home.

In the disguise room, Raphael grabs for a leather jacket. Leather’s tough, not the way his shell is, but at least the way his skin normally is. Donatello starts looking at leather, too, while Michelangelo, apparently happy in his hawaiin shirt, goes to fetch them snacks. Leonardo follows him out maybe to help, maybe to put his swords away and kiss them goodbye.

Looks like it’s neither, though, since Leonardo returns with a large square of something that looks like very shiny plastic with chicken wire embedded in it and starts rummaging through their backpacks.

“That’s my experimental steecrylic,” Donatello says, reproachfully.

“I’m just borrowing it,” says Leonardo, finding a backpack it will fit in and coming over to loop it over Raphael’s shoulders. “It’s really tough. I smacked it with my sword hilt and it didn’t affect it at all.”

“How many things in my lab did you test by hitting them?” Donatello demands, before leaving to see for himself.

Raphael reaches around to knock on the steecrylic. It’s pretty solid and, yeah, he does feel better for having it there. “Could do with some cushioning,” he says, taking it off to tuck a few shirts into the backpack around it. Leonardo smiles at him way too fondly and he ducks practically behind the backpack to hide from it.

Michelangelo enters the room with — what else? — pizza and and asks. “Are we good to go once we’ve eaten?”

“Yeah,” Raphael says. “Let’s mingle.”

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday1 #87 turtles #tmnt 1987

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genshin-obsessed · 2 years

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hi! could I get some headcanons of scaramouche getting jealous because someone is touchy-flirting with his male! s/o. thanks💞

ooh this was fun! I hope you like it!! Would also like to apologize for two things: this is extremely late and its not headcanons :') sorry!

Character: Scaramouche Genre: Fluff? Length: 664

Slightly Jealous

“Ok, ok, relax!” You chuckled as you pushed your friend back. “I’ll do it, no need to get so pushy!”

“Sorry,” they laughed as they backed off before sighing, “anyway! I gotta head off. But let me know how it goes, yeah?”

“Of course. Thanks for spending time with me today!” You said, giving them a quick hug before they backed off.

“Anything for you!” With one last smile and wave, your friend was off, disappearing into the crowd in seconds. Your smile remained as you stared in the direction they went before tossing out your finished drinks and began walking home. However, on the way there, you ran into your boyfriend.

He was standing not too far from your front door, leaning on your fence. His arms were crossed and he wasn’t looking at you.

“Hey! Where have you been all day- oh, everything ok?” As you got closer, you could see the deep frown on his lips and the anger in his eyes. When they shot to you, you jumped a little before tilting your head. “What’s wrong?”

“Your friend is touchy.” He replied simply as you stopped in front of him.

“Well… sometimes. Not always, today was probably just a good day for them.” You replied with a shrug, but it didn’t seem to help out his frustrations very much.

“Too touchy.”

“It was one time, Scaramouche. It wasn’t even that serious. They asked me to do something for them and so they grabbed my arm. They weren’t all over me or anything.” You replied, feeling a frown on your own face. Sure, your friend might’ve been extra touchy but they were usually quite mindful of stuff like that. They didn’t sit too close, they weren’t always over you, and generally preferred to keep their distance. Some days, however, that wasn’t the case.

“What about your other friend? From yesterday.” Ok, that friend was a completely different story.

“I… don’t spend much time with them. Because they flirt a lot and they don’t understand distance. I didn’t even intend to see them yesterday, they just spotted me.” You replied with a shrug, not even needing to think over your words. “Please stop this Scaramouche, I didn’t do anything. And if it really upsets you that much, I can just ask for more distance.”

At your words, Scaramouche fell silent and even looked away. No, he didn’t like that idea; not at all. With a sigh, his arms fell at his sides and he shook his head.

“No. I… don’t want that.”

“Then what do you want? Is it something I’m doing? I can change it for you.” He sighed again at your words and shook his head.

“No, (y/n), you shouldn’t be saying that to me. Or anyone. Why would you change how you live your life because it bothers me?” He asked, looking back at you. There was no anger in his eyes anymore, just confusion and maybe frustration.

“Well it’s upsetting you and I don’t want to do that. So I’ll just-”

“No.” He interrupted, looking at you, “stop that. I… I’m fine. It was a little unreasonable for me to speak to you the way I did. Sorry…” he finished, looking away. You were silent for a moment before smiling at him and moving closer.

“Let’s just… forget about it, yeah? We’ll work on it later but I just wanna spend time with you. I missed you.” Scaramouche nodded as you led him into your house but he did make a mental note to handle emotions. You weren’t one of his lackeys and he was still learning that. Progress was slow but you appreciated every step he took and that just fueled his need to make more progress. Of course, there were days where he reverted to his old ways but they happened less and less and he, himself, would be able to think through the situation. He was proud of himself, if he was being honest.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin x reader #genshin scaramouche #genshin scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x reader #🖊— pocky’s writings

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oddygaul · 3 months

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Scott Pilgrim Takes Off, and also just Scott Pilgrim

-footage from Rebuild of Scott Pilgrim

I watched Scott Pilgrim Takes Off, then realized it had been nearly 15 years since I actually read the comics, so then I re-read all of those. I wish I had just done it in the right order to begin with, because doing it this way really scrambled my thoughts about both works. In my defense, how was I to know Takes Off is actually a sequel? What am I supposed to do, read things?

I was pleased to find that the original Scott Pilgrim honestly holds up pretty well. Takes Off is clearly such a reflective work that I was expecting to find the original story a lot more problematic than I had in high school, but… for the most part, it really knows what it’s doing. Yeah, a lot of the characters are shitbirds, but they’re meant to be shitbirds. The entire point of the book is showing us flawed people who intermittently make shitty decisions, and giving them a chance to grow, reflect, and treat the people around them better.

So generally, I still really liked Scott Pilgrim. All the goofy-ass character art and the surreal, unexplained quasi-fantasy Canada bits that made it tick back then still work. This time around, I really appreciated the writing and dialogue for not only its bevy of solid jokes, but for how fucking weird it is. In the past decade or so, I think a lot of ‘quirky’ humor has homogenized somewhat into a particular tone. Call it Whedonization or globalization or internet brain or whatever you want, but it can sometimes feel like anything aiming to be comedic hits a lot of the same beats.

The Scott Pilgrim comics, however, are a weird time capsule and their own vibe entirely. These fuckers just talk like aliens sometimes. They say random stuff, but it’s not *holds up spork* random, it’s “shit sorry I was kind of half listening but I think the thing I’m about to say is relevant” random. It’s less big swings to try and land a punchline, and more of two people letting loose a stream of consciousness at each other, lending a sense of constant confusion to the proceedings. It’s absolute nonsense sometimes, and I was way into it.

This ties into a slight shift in my read on Scott as a character, too. I always just saw him as a huge asshole - and that led to my biggest issue with the movie, which was that Cera plays him way too meek and doesn’t suck nearly enough. Reading the comics again, though, while Scott absolutely does suck, he’s just so fucking head empty that I warmed up to him a bit more. He’s still an asshole that doesn’t take responsibility for how his actions affect others, absolutely, but also god damn he’s so dumb that it softens the blow sometimes.

There were some little details about characters I’d forgotten that I really love - like the fact that Scott is actually a really good cook, but does it purely through intuition without knowing what anything’s called.

Art-wise, I liked it a lot more than I remembered, too; it definitely starts out a bit rough, but there’s a lot of charm to the characters and their weird gremlin mouths. I also laughed at some of the manga inspiration I didn’t pick up on before; everyone’s got big anime eyes, sure, but the grey screentone Clip Studio pattern fills? The hiring of assistants to do polished background work as the author gets into the later volumes? Ahh, classic.

Takes Off was a lot of fun, too. I gather that a lot of the internet fandom is upset it wasn’t a straight retelling of the original story with killer animation, but man, you gotta let creators create what speaks to them. Bryan Lee O’Malley started Scott Pilgrim twenty years ago. He’s been both married and divorced since then. Surely he’s gone through as much growth and change as we all would in such a timespan - how could you expect someone to just re-tread the exact same ground on such a personal story?

I find it interesting how prevalent this trend has become in the past decade or so - a creator or creative team returning to an old work - seemingly out of necessity, as the IP has become such a juggernaut that it’ll happen with or without them - and refusing to just tell the story again by the numbers. Anno’s Rebuild of Evangelion is the closest spiritually to this, but even recent ‘remakes’/reboots like Final Fantasy VII and God of War 2018 have followed the same path - creators ruminating on the strengths and weaknesses of older work from a more distant lens to create something new. They all seem to have arrived at this methodology independently, too (O’Malley said he only watched the Rebuilds once Takes Off was written and well underway); it’s not about chasing the trend of an altered remake, it seems to just be a natural desire to reckon with the past this way.

Because of this, one of the reasons I really wish I watched the show after re-reading the comics is to have a better sense of the evolution, and the change in tone and message. Due to watching Takes Off while having only a hazy recollection of the original, I made a lot of assumptions about how the original work must have portrayed things, to explain what Takes Off’s themes were a rejection of: that by giving Ramona more agency, she’s less of a damsel in distress/prize to be won, and isn’t defined by her body count… when in fact, neither of those are really the case to begin with. Ramona has plenty of agency in Scott Pilgrim, she fights as much as Scott does, and really is only defined by her body count as narrative framework, not judged in-universe by the other characters* **.

*I think some of these misconceptions may have come from having rewatched the movie more recently than I read the comics, as the movie (if I remember correctly, which this entire blog has established I likely don’t) does tend to treat Ramona as more of an passive object. Her subservience to Gideon in the real world (rather than in her subspace mind prison) comes to mind.

**Also, you could argue that the framework of the story itself being ‘guy fight’s girl’s evil exes in order to earn the right to date her’ is inherently placing importance on Ramona’s body count and someone’s romantic eligibility/desirability being defined by that but like… man that just is clearly not the vibe imo

If anything, I think the real lack that the show was trying to make up for wasn’t Ramona’s lack of agency, exactly, but a lack of screentime. Takes Off simply spends more time inside Ramona’s head, letting us see things from her perspective, and understanding the reasons for why she is the way she is and why she does the things she does. In some volumes of the book, she’s aloof almost to the point of feeling like a trope; it’s clear (especially later on) that there’s a reason for the way she acts, but the story just doesn’t necessarily communicate it very well. In the show, with Scott sidelined, we get to spend a lot of time with Ramona, understanding her thoughts and feelings, which is certainly a welcome change.

Anyway, intentions of the changes aside, I wouldn’t trade Takes Off for a straight remake in a thousand years; the sense of utter surprise I felt while watching the story take a hard left turn was exhilarating***. Plus, if the reason you love a series is the characters you’ve developed a bond with, what could be better than canonized fan fiction written by the original creator, showing your favorite characters interacting in new and novel ways? How could one not be excited to see Gideon and Lucas bro out and watch anime together? How could one not be thrilled to see Wallace Wells enact further chaos upon the whole province? More than righting storytelling wrongs, Takes Off is making space to tell more stories and round out everyone’s favorite supporting characters in a franchise that, due to the inherent density of its plot and setup, simply hasn’t had the real estate to develop all of them and let them breathe.

***Having just played through NieR recently, I almost felt like the show had scanned me, detected I had gotten Scott Pilgrim Ending A before, and was throwing some NG+ bonus content at me lmao

As far as the production goes, I was impressed overall, but thought it did suffer from some awkward timing and pacing issues. It’s stiff competition when your inevitable point of comparison is an Edgar Wright movie - even other live-action movies can seem stiff and slow compared to his frenetic pacing and constant cuts - but it still felt remarkably low energy at times, especially in the back half. Now, this is a problem you see a lot in anime dubs; English and Japanese are two very different languages, with different cadences and construction. Since a cast is typically required to dub over already existing animation, the translated dialogue often ends up being elongated and unnatural when it should be a quick back and forth, or hurried where it should have a little more breathing room. Given, though, that Takes Off was not only recorded in English before Japanese, but actually recorded before animation then animated to the dialogue (exceedingly uncommon), I was surprised the show still had this issue.

Regardless, the boarding in the first 4 episodes or so manages to be bombastic enough that this isn’t a problem; there’s a lot of wild camera angles and perspective shifts that keep things dynamic even when the dialogue itself isn’t moving too quickly. The animation highlight for me personally was the fight in the video store between Ramona and Roxy; great idea, incredible execution.

While Science Saru is the main production studio, I was intrigued to spy a bunch of other studios listed in the credits - WIT, Shaft, Ufotable, Trigger - but upon some further research it looks like they were just doing inbetween work.

Also the music includes slapped - I was jamming hard to Kidnapped by Neptune and Konya wa Hurricane, and then that United States of Whatever drop? unreal.

#will's media thoughts / virtual brain repository #shows #comics #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim

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luffyvace · 5 months

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MINA ASHIDO X GN READER

SHES SO PRETTY

AND CUTE

i do gn reader so much but it’s probably fine since it’s inclusive. (i’m gonna do her again with poc/black reader- also imma do more black reader in general ☆)

SHES BEST GIRL

i love her and you do too

she’s an amazing girlfriend

need mental support?

she’s on it! uplifting music, parties and motivation for the win!

need physical support?

she’s got your back in fights

shes got your back (literally) in massages

shes your shoulder to lean on

loves to see you smile and laugh

and blushing too so she teases you

if your just as eccentric as her you two are WILD CARDS

if not—

“come onn! give in to peer pressure!”

won’t give up until she’s convinced you to do whatever she was trying to get you to do at least once

if you’ve got low self esteem she ain’t allowing it

she’ll erase the thought from your brain before you can think it

”what do you mean you weren’t as good as everybody else?! did you see yourself out there?! do you need me to show you the video again?? you did great! you were terrific! a star!”

”i just don’t think so mina..i don’t know, i feel like ___ did way better”

”NO WAY! you are at the top of our class in every aspect and you know it! there’s no way i’m letting you doubt yourself like that so don’t even think about!”

”how can you become a hero thinking like that _____?? heroes are supposed to give people hope! not give up hope themselves!!”

yeah.

it ain’t happening

with how pushy she is, your bound to have a few more positive thoughts

”fine!! you don’t think your strong enough? let’s train then!”

she won’t go easy on you either

”i thought you said you weren’t good enough? if you really think so and you want to be, here’s the training!”

loves you to bits and pieces

whatever your going through?

nu uh.

‘WERE going through’

yall are a team and she calls the shots on that one

but anyways :)

mina is a cuddle bug and will trap you if you don’t give her cuddles often enough

she traps you anyways

sometimes to mess with you

other times because she wants more affection from you

her love languages are ALL

yes. all of the above.

she does anything to make you happy and this is her way of showing it

she really doesn’t expect anything in return either

although she might bribe you

”awww cmon! please? remember that super cool mirko figure that you wanted? that I got you??”

she means well by it i promise

is down to do practically anything with you

she’ll teach you how to dance btw

even if you really don’t want to 😭

gets mad and fake pouts if you genuinely don’t want to learn

shes still coming over for her cuddles tonight tho. 😐

what you thought this was? 🤨

a free for all??

nahh

you gettin this work.

btw-

boy

girl

them

xer

YOU COMIN TO THE GIRLS NIGHT.

she needs you there

you just have to be there ok?

ok.

if your intelligent or at least understand the homework your gonna have to remind and help her

if your not and forget as well

🧍‍♀️

“momo we need help with the homewor-“

ngl she unintentionally does pda

its just the fact that she doesn’t pay attention to the people around you

and doesn’t care

she will hold your hand, peck your lips, giving you lots and lots of hugs in public

but she won’t make out with you- that’s for private

if you don’t like any pda

apologies but ya girl is going to keep forgetting

“whoops!”

‘😑’

‘😅’ “IT WAS BY ACCIDENT I SWEAR”

yeaaa..

sure mina

anyway

she’ll want to do self/hair/skin care with you

if you don’t wanna you gotta at least be there while she does

and hopefully sing some songs with her

please?

pretty please?

with a cherry on top?!

why nooooott?? :(

fine! >:(

but if you do..!

WOOP WOOP!!

y’all sing and dance around and do the whole shabang

hyping each other up and all

its so fun

also a really good gift giver

she remembers stuff you say you like wayyyy better than her homework

so she gifts you whenever she sees something she knows you’d like

or wants to see your surprised happy face

she’s just a ball of love

please love her back

she’s not the best at cooking or baking 😭

if you are she won’t stop bugging you to cook/bake

especially bake-

for her and the girls-

lowkey brags about your skills

”seee? i told you ____ can cook really well!”

”____ is amazing! i’d bet on them in a baking competition with sato!”

her room isnt messy she just has a lot of stuff

also she trusts you a lot with her secrets

like you were the first person she told that kirishima had black hair in middle school

she gossips to you as well

even if you don’t wanna hear please listen!

your her partner in crime!

if your really strong and at the top of your class she’ll brag about that too

she doesn’t mean to put anyone down but she’s just so proud of you!

10/10 i recommend as a girlfriend

shes your best friend, lover and soulmate i swear!

stan ashido!!

SHES BEST GIRL!!

SHE’S A OUTSTANDING PARTNER!!

IN MINA WE TRUST!!

hope you enjoyed :)

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An Early Start - Chapter 12 - Danny Phantom

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Ao3 Description: The accident that turns Danny half-ghost happens when he is four years old and leaves him trapped in the Ghost Zone. Clockwork finds him and takes him in to raise. But what happens when Clockwork sends Danny back to the human-world ten years later when a permanent portal appears?

Chapter 12:

Sam and Tucker were anomalies indeed. On one hand, they were very different from the other humans he’s met but on the other, they are very much alike. Part of Danny thought he should stop thinking of himself as different from them, and by that he meant humans in general. After all, he was still half-human, and he'd been a human before he became a ghost. Still, he'd spent most of his life in the Ghost Zone, as a ghost, being raised by a ghost. So, his internal struggle continued.

But Sam and Tucker, they fascinated him.

Turns out their favorite hangout was the Nasty Burger. They went there nearly every day after school.

“U-L-T-R-A R-E-C-Y-C…” Danny trailed off, his fingerspelling uncertain and his expression confused. “I don’t even know how to spell that.”

Tucker laughed, “You and me both, dude.”

“What… is it exactly?” Danny asked.

“I don’t eat anything with a face.” Sam replied proudly.

Danny nodded. Fascinating indeed.

“So,” Tucker said, eating a fry. “What kind of things do you like to do for fun?”

Danny thought about it. Explore the Ghost Zone. Learn new things about the universe from Clockwork. Hang out with his ghost friends. He realized none of these things were answers he could say. So, he shrugged. “Read, I guess. Stargaze.”

“That’s it?”

“I think those things are awesome.” Sam interjected.

“Yeah, well,” Tucker said. “I guess they’re cool and all but what about the flair? What about living?”

What about dying?

“I’m just saying,” Tucker continued. “We’ve gotta show you the ropes.”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “The ropes?”

“I guess Tucker’s right.” Sam said. “You’re from out of town. We need to show you what qualifies as fun in a place as boring as this.”

Danny smiled. “Lead the way.”

So, lead they did, and the place they took him was surprising. An abandoned town house at the edge of the city. It was decrepit, covered in moss and vines, and nearly falling apart. “Tucker and I found this place a few years back,” Sam explained. She gestured to the graffiti on the walls. “And it seems like we weren’t the only ones. But, no one’s ever been here at the same time as us. We come here when we’re bored.”

Danny looked around. The Ghost Zone had a few places like this, minus the graffiti. He’s never actually seen graffiti before. Is this the human word for art? He second guessed himself, maybe he remembered less than he thought.

“Cool, right?” Tucker said as Danny ran a hand over one of the art pieces. “Graffiti was never my preferred medium but Sam’s all about it. A few of these pieces are hers. They’re all upstairs though.”

Danny turned to Sam. “Show me?” So they did. They took Danny upstairs, to a room off the left, and showed him in. The room itself obviously used to be a nursery, a broken cradle and collapsed rocking chair, and the peeling, painted ceiling showed old drawings of clouds. Now, though, the room was covered in dust, cobwebs, and tetanus. Sam directed Danny to her wall.

“My stuff’s over here. It’s mostly just spiders and death, so, you know, everything goth.”

Danny examined it. She was very talented. Despite its gloominess, its attention to detail gave way to the fact that she put a lot of heart into it. He smiled and gravitated toward the ghosts in the corner, definitely unlike any ghost he’s ever seen. Sam’s ghosts were less corporeal and more wispy, translucent even. Danny recalled his own art lessons with Clockwork. He was still very young at the time and he remembered how frustrated he got that he couldn't make his hand recreate the thing he was looking at. “Patience.” Clockwork had said. “Some talents come naturally but others, they take time and practice. Not everything in existence comes easily but that does not mean we should quit. Practice and patience blossoms our proudest creations.”

Danny only realized years later that Clockwork was teaching him two lessons that day.

“Here.” Danny turned around and saw Sam offering him a spray can. “You make something.” She encouraged.

Danny looked down at the spray can then back up at both her and Tucker. Both of them had this half encouraging, half impish expressions on their faces. His hands fumbled uncertainly as he spoke, “I’ve never use those before.”

“It’s easy,” Sam said. “You just point and spray. Just make sure you have the nozzle pointed away from you.”

Danny looked to the wall then back to his friends, and chewed the inside of his cheek. “What should I make?”

“That’s the beauty of it,” Tucker declared. “You can make whatever you want!”

So, not seeing any other reason why he shouldn’t, Danny took the spray can. Sam crossed the room and opened the windows to let out the fumes. “Wait,” she said, walking back and digging through her backpack, she pulled out a bandana and handed it to Danny. “If you’re gonna work with spray paint, you should cover your face. Here, tie this around your head.”

At first Danny thought she meant his entire head, which confused him for obvious reasons, but when he saw Sam and Tucker tying bandanas of their own around their mouths and noses, it made a lot more sense. He did as instructed, and turned to find a blank space on the wall.

A clatter sounded next to Danny and he saw Tucker had dropped a crate with other spray paint colors next to him. Danny looked at the one in his hand, it was blue. He could work with that. His friends stood back and watched the magic happen as Danny began to paint.

It was surprising at first, using the spray cans, but he quickly figured it out, and inspiration struck. Sam had painted goth things, things on her mind, so Danny did just the same. His friends watched in awe as a picture of something fantastical and otherworldly came to life before them. When Danny was done, he took a step back.

“Wow.” Tucker said.

“Yeah.” Sam agreed.

Danny painted Clockwork’s tower. The home he grew up in. The home he longed for. A day hasn’t gone by since being in the human world that he hasn’t ached to return. He missed his room. He missed the weightlessness. He missed his father, the one who raised him, taught him everything he knows. He missed Clockwork.

“That is awesome, dude!” Tucker exclaimed. “It’s like medieval meets sci-fi or something. What do you call it?”

Danny weighed the pros and cons of telling them the truth but in the end, it’s not like they’d ever know. “C-L-O-C-K-W-O-R-K-S T-O-W-E-R.”

“Clockwork’s tower?” Sam asked.

Danny shrugged.

“That hardcore, man.” Tucker approved and Sam agreed. Danny felt a sort of warmth blossom in his chest. Even if they didn’t really know, it still felt nice, in a way, for his friends to approve of his home. Sam closed the windows and they showed him more of the house.

Back downstairs, Tucker led them to a pantry. “This is my favorite feature of the house,” he said. “And here’s why.” He shone a flashlight he’d procured from his bag and shone it in the dingy little closet, onto the far wall. “Now these are trade secrets,” he warned. “So you can’t tell anybody.” Danny zipped his lips in response. Tucker moved into the pantry and pressed a hand hard onto the back wall. A moment later a soft click sounded, and Tucker removed a secret panel. Behind it was a shelf filled with snacks, CDs, a radio and a first aid kit. “Secret compartment. Found it by accident.” He smiled smugly. Sam pushed past him and grabbed a bag of chips.

“No one else has found it,” she said. “So we made it into our little emergency supply storage, and restock it often.” Sam grabbed another bag of chips and threw it to Danny. “But we mostly just use it to hide snacks when we hang out.”

Danny smiled. Being in the human world was hard but Sam and Tucker, they made it easier. The three of them spent the rest of the afternoon snacking, listening to music, and chatting the day away.

When Danny came home later that evening after hanging out with Sam and Tucker, he got bombarded by his parents the moment he stepped through the threshold.

“And where were you, young man?” His mother demanded. Despite her tone of voice, she looked more frantic than angry. In fact, both of his parents looked worried. Danny didn’t understand why until Jazz appeared from the kitchen.

“Danny!” Jazz exclaimed, running toward him and hugging him tight. “Where were you? We were worried sick!” She let go but kept her hands on his shoulders. “You can’t just disappear like that.”

Ah. Disappear. Now it made sense. He’d done that ten years ago, hadn’t he? It hadn’t occurred to him that he should tell them where he was going. He never needed to tell Clockwork, Clockwork always knew he’d come home, and Danny was certain Clockwork knew where he was at all times. But Danny wasn’t with his ghost family, he was with his human one, and his human one didn’t know he’d come home. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his notebook. I’m sorry. He wrote. I didn’t know I was supposed to tell you what I was doing.

“So,” Maddie asked. “What were you doing?”

Hanging out with my new friends. Danny answered.

All three of them lit up at that, worry dissipating immediately. “Danny,” Jazz beamed. “You actually made friends!” She hugged him again and Danny felt suffocated. “I’m so proud of you!”

Danny wormed his way out of his sister’s embrace and took a step back to breathe. He loved her, as much as Clockwork, but he needed his space. Jazz seemed unaffected, she was just so happy. Danny wasn’t surprised. The past three days the last thing she said to him before splitting up for class was, “Have fun! Make some friends!” It’s his fault he hadn’t told her until now. It honestly just hadn’t crossed his mind.

“Well,” Jack said. “If you’re going to be hanging out with friends after school, we need to get you a cell phone, and teach you about ghosts!” Danny tilted his head. Jack took him by the shoulder and began to lead him to the basement. “If you’re going to be out and about, you need to learn how to protect yourself against those spectral spooks.”

“Dad!” Jazz opposed. “Danny does not need to be a part of your crazy ghost hunting ventures! He’s just a kid, not some kind of experiment, or a mentee.”

But Jack did not listen and instead took her by the shoulder as well. “Good idea, Jazz! You can both learn how to defend yourselves!” So, he led both his children to the basement, where he promptly began his ‘So, you want to be a ghost hunter’ speech. Danny and Jazz sat in chairs next to each other as Jack spoke. He introduced the Fenton Thermos, a device which captured and contained ghosts, and turned to retrieve his next weapon.

Jazz’s simmering frustration finally boiled over and she stood from her seat, and marched over to her father to give him a piece of her mind.

It was impeccable timing too because the moment she did, the ghost portal opened and two ecto-pusses exited it. Danny stared. They stared back. Jazz and Jack remained oblivious as they bickered with their backs turned. “You can’t be here,” Danny whispered, and wow. It felt so nice to speak in Ghost Speak again. He didn't mind signing, and he was fluent in it, but Ghost Speak felt more like his native language, and it was what he was most comfortable using. The ecto-pusses continued to stare. They seemed to realize they were looking at the ward of Clockwork. Danny glanced again to his sister and father, and back to them. “It’s time to go back.” The ecto-pusses gave one final glance at each other before turning to flee back into the portal. Not a moment too soon, too. The second they vanished, both Jazz and his father turned back around.

“Come on, Danny.” Jazz said, taking his hand. “Let me help you with your homework.” Danny let Jazz drag him out of the lab.

However, later that night, Danny snuck back down and stole the thermos for himself. It was only a precaution, but he knew he wouldn’t be dealing with just ghosts who would flee at the sight of “Clockwork’s ward” forever, and he’d need to use it if he couldn’t talk them down.

A ghost like that appeared the following Monday.

Danny walked in to school and met his friends by their lockers. Tucker was fuming about something and Sam seemed proud of herself. Danny zipped the book he was carrying into his backpack to free his hands before he spoke. “What’s going on?”

“Sam,” Tucker pointed an accusing finger at her. “Committed an atrocity that which mankind has never seen!”

Danny’s eyes widened and he turned to Sam. She only scoffed and said, “Oh, quit being dramatic. I only changed the lunch menu, get over it.”

“I will not,” Tucker insisted. “You took away all the meat! You can’t take away a carnivore’s meat!”

Danny’s panic quickly subsided to amusement. He still had trouble remembering to eat in the first place so what he ate didn’t really matter to him. He listened to his friends’ silly argument as he made his way to his own locker, and watched through spiteful notes passed during class, and continued to listen between classes, all the way to lunch.

As Danny held out his tray to the lunch lady, and a piece of bread with grass was dropped on it, even he had to agree with Tucker on this one. There was a lot about the human world Danny still didn’t know about but he was certain you weren’t supposed to eat grass, and judging by the looks on the other students faces, he was right. As he sat his tray down at their usual table, he looked at what was supposed to be considered food and said, “This is grass.”

“Right?!” Tucker agreed. “Grass. From the ground. Not food, Sam!”

But before Sam could argue back, Mr. Lancer appeared behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Ah, Ms. Manson. The school board wanted me to personally thank you for ushering in this welcome experiment to our cafeteria.”

Tucker, on the other hand, seemed distressed. He sniffed the air and said, “Meat. Near.”

Earlier, Tucker said that meat heightened your senses, and he proved it by correctly guessing what Danny had for dinner the night before. Danny had been impressed but he still wondered if what Tucker said was true or not. Tucker’s proclamation was seeming more and more plausible by the minute when Danny saw a fretful look cross Mr. Lancer’s face as he quickly said, “No, no, the rumors about the all-steak buffet in the teacher’s lounge are completely untrue.”

Danny couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. Maybe he’d sneak in and steal one for Tucker. It’d be nice to step out of the dreadful cafeteria anyway, he still wasn’t used to this place... honestly he didn’t know if he ever would be.

“Thanks again,” Mr. Lancer said as he walked off.

“Yeah, thanks for making us eat garbage, Sam.” Tucker pouted.

“It’s not garbage! It’s recyclable organic matter.”

Danny narrowed his eyes and Tucker said, “It’s garbage.”

Danny didn’t have much of an appetite anyway so he passed his plate to Sam and made to stand up to put his tray away. But he didn’t even manage to stand before two things happened at the same time. One: His ghost sense went off, and two: Dash stormed over to him yelling, “Hey, ghost boy!” In Danny’s week there, the term had become an insult he heard whispered behind his back daily. He mostly found it amusing. If only they knew. But Dash, for whatever reason, decided Danny would be his new favorite victim. Apparently there was something about Danny that didn’t sit quite right with people and Dash took offense to that. Dash held up his tray and said, “I ordered three mud pies and you know what I got? Three. Mud pies. With mud. From the ground!”

Danny really didn’t have time for this, not with a ghost around, so before Dash could grab him by the shirt, he took the mud off Dash’s tray and chucked it across the room. The rest of the cafeteria excitedly followed suit and began a food fight. Dash was hit in the process and successfully lost focus of Danny. Danny used the opportunity to sneak off to the kitchen.

When he entered, he recognized the ghost inside. Danny transformed and floated over to her. “Hello,” he said.

The ghost of the Lunch Lady turned around and stiffened when she was greeted with Clockwork’s ward. “Oh, hello there, dearie.” She said in a sickly, sweet voice. “I heard rumors that you were no longer in the Ghost Zone. I’m just here because it seems… well, somebody has changed the menu. Do you know who that might be?”

Danny wasn’t stupid. He knew about her short temper and what would happen if he told her the truth. So, he lied. “I don’t know,” he said. “But I’m sure we can work something out.”

The Lunch Lady scowled at the “Ultra-Recyclo-Vegetarian” cookbook in her hands. “Today is supposed to be meatloaf, but I don’t see any meatloaf.”

“You were the lunch lady at this school?”

“That’s right, dearie,” said the Lunch Lady. “And my balanced meal plan never changed, even after I passed. Now, it has changed, and I can’t stand for that. I’m sure you understand. Would you help me fix it?”

Danny chewed his lip. There was only one way this would end. He desperately tried to find the words to create a second way. So, he tried empathy. “I… I didn’t want to leave the Ghost Zone.” He said. “But, Clockwork told me I had a mission, so I had to. It’s been a big change and a lot of it is uncomfortable, but there are things that make it bearable, and make me realize things will get easier, that it’ll be okay.” He could see the lost look on the Lunch Lady’s face, her obvious confusion with such an abrupt change of subject. Danny pressed on. “So… with that being said, maybe it’ll be okay for you, too. I know the lunch menu changing is uncomfortable but… maybe it’ll be okay? Maybe you just need time.”

For a moment, nothing happened. For a moment, the Lunch Lady just blanched. Then, quick as a whip, she snarled, and her hair turned to flames. “No!” She cried. “The menu has been the same for fifty years! It will not be changed!” With a ferocity of a lunch lady scorned, she charged at Danny. “I will change it back and if you’re the only thing standing in my way, so be it! Clockwork can’t protect you here, boy!”

Danny quickly threw up a shield and thwarted her attack. “I don’t need Clockwork to protect me!" He yelled. "I can protect myself! I don’t want to fight, but I will if I must!”

The Lunch Lady let out a howl as she charged once again. Danny knew it was dangerous to fight in such a confined space, with so many humans near, so he went intangible and flew through the ceiling, the Lunch Lady following suit. Danny raced down the hall, Lunch Lady hot on his tail. He had an arsenal of attacks at the ready but he didn’t truly want to hurt her, so he hesitated which to use. He turned another corner and found himself greeted with a group of students. He quickly b-lined toward the floor and found himself in the school's basement, surrounded by none other than boxes of meat. “Can’t we talk this out?!” He yelled.

“No!” The Lunch Lady boomed. She raised her arms and meat came flying out of the boxes and began to assemble around her, creating a meat-based armor. “I control lunch! Lunch is sacred! Lunch has rules! No one will stand in my way!” She threw her arms out and a flurry of meat came flying towards Danny. Danny quickly threw his hands out and the moment the meat made contact, it began to freeze, starting from point of contact and traveling up, eventually engulfing the meat monster completely.

“I’m sorry.” Danny said. The Lunch Lady was completely frozen in ice so Danny soared to his locker, grabbed the thermos, and returned within seconds. “Clockwork tasked me with protecting the humans. So, I had to fight you. I’m sorry it had to be this way.” Danny popped the lid off the thermos, pointed it at the Lunch Lady, and clicked the button. The Lunch Lady yelled as she was sucked inside and Danny winced. Being half-human didn't negate the fact that he was also her kind. As he touched down and returned back to human, he felt a sick feeling in his stomach. He held the thermos close to his chest.

Danny walked silently down the hallway, back to his locker. He wanted to puke. Saving a ghost from another ghost is one thing, like the time he saved Wulf from Skulker, but despite the fact that she wanted to cause harm, it felt wrong choosing one species over the other. What was worse is that… even though he would never bring harm to humans, in his heart he still preferred ghosts. But the moment Danny felt like he was going to cry was also the moment he felt a heavy hand land on his shoulder. He looked up to see the disappointed face of Mr. Lancer. “Mr. Fenton. My office. Now.”

Danny had no choice but to follow. The adults in this school still did not scare him as they did the others, but he was trying to follow their rules. When Danny entered the office, Sam and Tucker were there too. They stared at him in a way Danny couldn’t quite explain. He took a seat next to them upon Mr. Lancer’s request.

“Now, Mr. Fenton,” Mr. Lancer sighed, taking a seat at his desk. “I am aware you have… been through a lot, but that does not absolve you from the rules. Now, this is your first offense so I will give you a chance to explain. According to Mr. Baxter, you started the food fight in the cafeteria with your friends. Now, why would you do such a thing like that?”

Danny didn’t know what to say. He glanced to his friends but they only continued to stare back with those unreadable expressions. Well, hopefully one of them would snap out of it to translate for him. “It was the only way to get Dash away from me.” He signed. Luckily, Sam did in fact snap out of it and became his translator.

Mr. Lancer clasped his hands together on his desk and leaned back. “If another student was giving you a problem, then you should have asked for help.”

“How? I can’t speak.” Danny deadpanned. He saw the way Mr. Lancer flushed at that.

“Right, well, be that as it may, actions still have consequences. So, the three of you will stay after school and clean up the cafeteria until it’s spotless. Understood?”

His two friends groaned and Danny spoke up again, but Sam didn’t translate this time and instead said, “Danny, you don’t have to do that.”

“Come on, Sam,” said Tucker, a hint of pleading and hope in his eyes. “If that’s what the man wants to do, I say let him.”

“Will someone please tell me what is going on?” Mr. Lancer demanded. Danny looked pointedly at Sam and gestured to the teacher. Sam sighed.

“He said he’s the only one at fault. Tucker and I didn’t help start the fight. He started it on his own.”

“Noble,” Lancer hummed. “Admirable. But, according to Mr. Baxter, all three of you are at fault, so all three of you will receive detention.”

“But –“ Tucker tried to argue.

“No buts,” Mr. Lancer interrupted. “I will see all three of you after school and I will be calling your parents.”

Tucker slumped in his chair and mumbled, “Figures.”

Danny felt bad. He'd had to think on the spot but he should have thought of something better. Though, he just knew if he ran, Dash would’ve followed. He stared down at the thermos in his lap. He felt even worse now. Staying after school meant that much longer the Lunch Lady would be stuck in such a tiny space. Vaguely, he wondered what it was like in there. He didn’t want to find out. So, after being excused, and given hall passes back to class, which have started back up by now, Danny decided to take a detour. “I’ll meet you back in class.” Danny told his friends.

“Where are you going?” Tucker asked.

Danny looked down at the thermos, held in the crook of his elbow, then looked back up to his friends. “I need to stop by my locker.”

“We’ll come with you,” said Sam. “Beats going back to class just yet.”

Danny chewed his lip. He counted two times now that he thought of the wrong thing on the spot today. He never had to deal with stuff like this in the Ghost Zone. “It’s fine. It won’t even be that long.” He saw the way his friends glanced at each other. Saw the way their faces changed back to that indescribable look. It left a bad taste in his mouth. Did he do something wrong? Were they mad at him for getting them detention? Not knowing what he did to upset his friends was killing him but he didn’t have time to address it yet.

“Okay, Danny,” Sam said. “We’ll see you in class.” Danny watched as they walked away, remained rooted to the spot until they turned the corner. When they were gone, he stepped in to the nearest bathroom, made sure the coast was clear, and transformed, then proceeded to turn invisible and intangible, and fly home as quick as he could to release the Lunch Lady back into the Ghost Zone.

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Ao3 Notes: First extra long chapter! Fun fact: The chapters where I need to do an episode rewrite are my LEAST favorite chapters to write. Even so, I hope I still did a good job for you lovely readers. There will only be a few chapters like that but they are necessary for the plot. Once again thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day/night! :D

#an early start au #danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny phantom fanfic #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #clockwork #jazz fenton #jack fenton #maddie fenton #lunch lady #mute!danny fenton #disabled danny fenton #anxiety #dash baxter #mr. lancer #lost time #renegade writes

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thekidsarentalright · 6 months

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Hii! I have some hot and cold takes to sharee. Hope you are still doing that, I don't want to be annoying

1. FOB making literally no shows in LatAm let a bad taste on my mouth. They come only for festivals, and I bet that they have enough public here to play a solo show, at least at the capitals/biggest cities. Probably it lies more on fault of their label, but anyway.

2. Use what Joe said in his book to hate on Mania is disingenuous, since he said similar things about other albums too (IOH comes to mind)

3. TTTYG is not very unique? Like, putting it above most of FOB albums is weird to me, since it's mostly a very standard pop punk album (don't get me wrong, I love this baby made of teenboy rage, but anyway)

4. EOWYG is genuinely bad. Theres literally one of two good songs.

5. Suggesting that a band should break up because you did not like their most recent material is weird, I am sorry. Like, if you don't like it, DONT LISTEN??? And for me, is even worse when it's about FOB, since they are very vocal about how much they like to work, tour and just generally hang out together.

6. The Hush Sound was the best band Pete signed, bless Ryro for sending that link for Pete.

7. Speaking about Ryro, he and Pete have the most intersting relationship from all the relationships between Pete and other band dudes, at least for me

Thats it, thank you for reading <3 I hope its not the worst opinions ever.

def still doing it and not annoying at all, thank you for sharing!!!!

i absolutely agree with this like. while i’m sure it isn’t Their faults personally that they aren’t touring in latam, i’m sure there’s a lot that goes into it that i dont even know about that really doesn’t change that it Is shitty that they aren’t touring anywhere there like. idk if artists like paramore and taylor swift etc can do it i’m sure they could too :/ and i can only hope that Sometime Soon they do

yeah definitely!! his feelings on their albums are honestly probably a lot more complex and nuanced than we could imagine and just using him voicing his thoughts on a project as a way to justify not liking something yourself is kinda shitty!

i have alwayssss felt this way about tttyg (and tbh about eowyg too which will go into my response to the next one fjdnfk), like it shows Promise and isn’t Bad but it also isn’t unique like other fob albums are necessarily. it was a good start but like. they just got better w every album imo

i definitely dont think eowyg as it exists is good either yeahfjrjfndk like i said before. and i think in an ask yday. it has a lot of promise and could easily be good w some tweaks but. isn’t really my thing fjrkfndk

literally if you dont like something and only have mean uninteresting things to say about it dont listen and dont talk about it LMAOOO dont go from i dont like this to well clearly the band should break up like. fob love touring and working together and clearly really love what they’re creating let them be…

tbh have never listened to the hush sound so i will take ur word for this one!!! ryan has good taste tho so im sure theyre good <3

tho i will be a peterick forever and ever i gotta agree pete and ryan are very interesting fr like… there was Some gay stuff going on there man…

#no bad opinions at all :3!! like i said thank u for sharing sm mwah mwah #asks #anon

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toonqueen · 5 months

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Duckvember Day 17: Jobless Duck

I really couldn’t come up with anything for jobless duck so instead here is a list of Mighty Ducks OCs that don’t play hockey. WHY.

Annabelle Knix -

She was a friend of Duke’s in a smaller thief group he was in before he joined Brotherhood of the Blade. Sometime later she was thought to have died in a heist that went wrong. Turns out though she did live but was put in a government lab as an experiment with some badass cyborg technology. When Dragaunus attack she was released by the lab because they were like, “Heyyy so your a super soldier can you go fight what’s going on.” and she was like SURE and then once she was released she just cheesed it out of there because it was not cool being held in a lab and being experimented on by your own government. She did later join the resistance at some point lolol. Once on Earth she can’t play hockey cuz kinda cheating to go up against someone with robotic limbs.

Kirqut Freeduc -

ALSO someone from the smaller thief group Duke was in when they were younger. He was actually Annabelle’s boyfriend. When Annabelle was thought to be dead he got himself into trouble. Long before Dragaunus attacked he was already off the grid. Duke didn’t know where he was and assumed the worst. WELL THEN- years later now on Earth Kirqut showed up with a bunch of space fire warlocks being a master of sorts in fire magic. He challenged Duke to a duel, for some reason blaming him for Annabelle’s death even though he had nothing to do with it. Turned out Kirqut was a bit brainwashed by whatever bad magic group he got tangled in. Duke informed him that Annabelle was alive and just a few hours away. The two of them fight until Anna shows up and is like WTF and slaps some sense into Kirqut and everything is now then fine and they have to beat up some space warlocks its fineeeeee.

Anyways Kirqut can’t play hockey anymore because of his abuse of fire magic he can’t be on ice long or it starts to melt. Look man I was 15 when I originally came up with this stuff. I dunno WHY. Both Anna and Kirqut end up living in Malibu and called in to help in fights when needed.

ALL OF THE CHERIBU TEAM -

Created by @fluxchix and then kinda shared. All of the colorful ducks on this team are from a renaissance planet with magic and knights and stuff. Nina who is the team’s healer would probably learn some general ice skating out of curiosity. She gets shipped with Grin. lol. Bo who is the team’s leader would learn some skating and casual Hockey out of curiosity I believe too but never play professionally.

Bleu is too busy being a badass witch to get into games. Gobi is more of the business side of the team. Back on their planet he was more a merchant that was funding the team but also could do a little fighting. Would rather have Phil’s job than play hockey. The other person on the team I can’t remember how to spell his name lol. Soldren? Something like that. I think he would be interesting in learning ice skating/roller blading but that would be it for him too. OH GOD I forgot the strong guy on the team that was pretty much GRIN lawd. Yeah he wouldn’t play either.

REX -

He’s a char that is Dragaunus’ son but ends up going to the duck team with the second generation. He would totally want to learn everything about hockey. Maybe partly motivated by the fact he end up dating Mercedes who is Nosedive’s daughter and his mom is my main OC Duluna who is Duke’s sister. Though, while the NFL is letting Phil get away with an alien duck team when they see a 7 foot tall lizard they’re like NAH we gotta draw a line somewhere. So he doesn’t get to play professionally. Lol.

RICHARD??? -

I can't remember his name. Son of Falcone. Not interested in playing hockey because I just decided that right now.

I THOUGHT I WOULD HAVE MORE OCS THAT COULD NOT PLAY HOCKEY FRIK. I feel like I’m forgetting SOMEONE.

I should draw them all maybe later I’M BEHIND ON DUCKVEMBER I CRIEEEE.

#duckvember #duckvember 2023 #mighty ducks the animated series #mdtas

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I'd like to request a fanfic of Ace x my oc

This is Azreal, he is infact a boy, and he's also the Ultimate Roller Skater. Azreal is fun to be around and is very empathetic and kind, he also is either super energetic or has no energy at all, there's no in between. Azreal is austic and has adhd, just thought I'd add that in. Azreal gets pretty attached to those who are smaller and weaker than him so he would definitely get attached to Ace, Azreal always feels as if it's his responsibility to protect and care for those weaker than himself, so that means Azreal feels he has to protect and care for Ace. Azreal also is knowledgeable is psychology so he would definitely be more than able to understand and help Ace.

Anyways, enough of Azreal, if I keep going I'll end up writing an essay about him lmao. I'd like for you to write a fluff fanfic but if you want to sprinkle in some angst and trauma stuff then 100% go for it, I'm always ready and willing for some angst. Also take your time, your writing is amazing, incredible even, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to complete it today. Complete it (or don't) whenever you want.

A/N - Thank you for the request!! Azreal and Ace are such a fun duo!! They so cute!!

Summary - Ace and Azreal skip class. But it leads to a more tender moment than either predicted.

A/N - this was written as non-despair AU but can be pre-KG if u want.

Ace and Azreal were almost polar opposites, and yet the two of them had become best friends. The two of them had desks right next to each other and were in a lot of classes together.

“Hey Azreal, didja do the homework?” Ace questioned and leaned over to whisper to Azreal.

“Oh yeah! Course I did.” Azreal replied and took the papers out of his folder. “Gimmie that shit! The teacher is gonna kick my ass if I forget the homework again.” Ace whisper-shouted before grabbing the papers from Azreal and aggressively copied the answers down from Azreal’s page onto his empty page of homework.

“You forgot again?? Your grade is gonna drop harder than the sky if you keep that up!” Azreal commented. “Shut the fuck up, skater boy.” Ace grumbled. “Heh… Skater Boy, that’s kinda got a ring to it.” Azreal murmured in response. Ace continued aggressively scrawling the answers onto his homework, but a mischievous smile slowly made its way onto Azreals face. Azreal looked over at Ace. The thing with Ace and Azreals friendship is that they were the most chaotic duo out there. Azreal was generally a do-gooder, which made him liked by most of everyone, while nearly everyone thought Ace was a dirtbag. Ace got the two of them into problems 24/7 but Azreal always had the ability to talk them out of it. But Azreal wasn’t exactly immune to thinking up mischievous plans on his own.

“Hey, Ace, let’s do Operation Cool Guys–” Azreal was cut off, “I told you not to call it that!” Ace interjected. “Pfft- whatever! Just, the plan where we skip class to the east bathroom. We gotta skip class today, it’s super important! Besides, I’ve already got the lesson plans memorized. I’ll fill you in later, just meet me in the bathroom in like, five minutes. I’m gonna go now so we don’t look sus. Kay?” He explained excitedly. “Alright. Fine. Whatever.” Ace agreed.

“Yippiee!” Azreal called out happily.

And so, a few minutes passed. In that time, Azreal went to the school bathroom, where he was just loitering there until Ace arrived as well. Ace eventually got there too.

“Hey Ace!” Azreal greeted, making sure to not sneak up on Ace. He knew how it bothered him so he avoided doing it.

“Hey. So what the fuck did you call me here for?” Ace questioned and leaned into the wall. “Well! I have a surprise for you.” Azreal began. Azreal smiled brightly before taking off his bag and digging through it. “One sec,” He added as he dug through his bag. Often times, Azreal found ways to defy the laws of physics, as he somehow fit way more than he should be able to in that bag. He had a computer, a bunch of folders, several books, one of those hand-held cameras, a music player, a pencil case, and plenty more in that bag. And Ace wouldn’t be surprised if Azreal casually took a whole bicycle out of there.

“Ah! Here it is!” Azreal called out before taking out a pair of roller skates. “They’re for you!” He exclaimed and held the pair out to Ace. “Roller skates?” Ace repeated. He couldn’t help but smile. “Shit dude! Hell yeah! I’m totally going to ram into someone with these!” Ace said almost evilly. Azreal practically squealed with excitement.

“I knew you would love them! Now we’re twinning” He said and gestured down to the roller skates he was currently wearing. “You know~ there’s a reason why I’m telling you now. I say we go skating through the hallways while everyone else is in class.” Azreal suggested.

“Wait– we’re seriously skipping class to go skating?” Ace repeated.

“You’re always so busy after school because of your parents sending you to tutoring and stuff. So I figured I could bend the rules a little to get some quality time with my Ace-y boy.” Azreal explained before throwing his arm around Ace and smiling brightly. Ace had an almost uneasy expression. It seemed like he definitely wanted to, but was afraid of the consequences. Azreal was always unbelievably good at reading Ace. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’m not here to make you do anything like your parents do. We can always just go back to class–” “Fuck no!” Ace called out over Azreal, clearly opposed to the idea of going back to class. “But I’ve never done this before so you’d better help me.” He added. That was his way of saying ‘Azreal, hold my hand please.’ Azreal couldn’t help but chuckle. “Course! Oh gosh, I’m so excited!” Azreal called out and did a little twirl with his roller skates as Ace got on the ground and began putting on the roller skate given to him.

When Ace got the roller skates on, he clearly struggled to stand up straight. “Sh–Shit!” Ace called out as he hobbled and slipped around on the skates. “Don’t worry, I gotcha!” Azreal said and held Ace’s hand, helping to keep him steady.

“You make this look way easier than it is…” Ace muttered as he started getting used to it.

“Eh, you’ll totally get the hang of it! No worries!” Azreal insisted and smiled. “Now c’mon! Class is only an hour long and we gotta get back before then.” He said and held Ace’s hand, gently taking him along with him as the two of them skated out of the bathroom and into the long hallways of the school.

“So I just gotta… push off of this foot, then the other? And this is the break?” Ace asked and gestured to parts of the roller blades as he was pulled along by Azreal. Ace was definitely a little clunky about moving. “Basically, yeah!” Azreal replied and ran his hand along the wall as he rolled past. “Hey you ever hear that song Rolling Girl? That is literally us right now.” He said before pulling Ace closer. “I can’t believe I’m friends with a Hatsune Miku fan.” Ace murmured. Azreal giggled and smiled.

“Hey hey! Let’s do one of those slow dances!” Azreal said before yanking Ace close to him. “WOah!” Ace called out as Azreal did such thing.

“A slow dance? You mean a waltz?” Ace questioned. “Basically!” Azreal replied as they rolled down the hallway and past several doors, that probably led to busy classrooms.

“Let me give it a shot,” Ace said and skated towards Azreal, taking his hand and vaguely twirling Azreal under his arm and then tilting him back. “That good?” Ace asked. Azreal blushed slightly,

“Wow Ace! I didn’t know you had rizz–” “SHUT UP.” Ace shouted and blushed in a flustered manner. Azreal giggled and smiled.

“Mooooving around at the speed of sound!” Azreal sang the lyrics from that Sonic song as he skated ahead of Ace, happily bouncing around the hallway like a ping-pong ball. “Oh hey! That’s Ms.Janette’s room! She’s great.” Azreal commented offhandedly.

“HEY!” A voice suddenly called out.

Ace’s head snapped in the direction of the voice. Azreal had a somewhat shocked face, where his eyes were wide, but his face was frozen in a smile. The voice had come from a teacher that had spotted them from down the hall. “Fuck.” Ace muttered blankly.

“What are you two kids doing out of class?! And are those roller skates?” The teacher questioned angrily as they stormed at Ace and Azreal. “Okay now we gotta go!” Azreal called out before grabbing Ace’s hand and quickly skating as quickly down the hallway and away from the teacher as possible. The two of them turned the corner, as the teacher chased them, only making narrow room for escape. “Azreal! The fuck are we gonna do?!” Ace questioned. Azreal couldn’t find a response for a moment.

“Oh! Right here!” Azreal called out as he spotted a storage closet. He kicked the door open and yanked Ace inside, and quickly shut the door behind them. The two of them saw as the teacher ran past the door through the small window.

The two of them sighed in relief, completely out of breath. “Gosh… that was a close one.” Azreal said, breathing heavily. Ace held onto the wall to make sure he didn’t fall over, but Ace had a look of clear shock on his face. It was right then that a thought crossed his mind. Why was Azreal even helping Ace? He totally could have left Ace for dead back there, but… he didn’t. That confused Ace.

“This closet is pretty nice though.” Azreal murmured.

“I don’t get it.” Ace spat suddenly. “Why do you insist on helping me?” He questioned. Azreal seemed slightly caught-off-guard by that. “What do ya mean?” Azreal replied and tilted his head, a little confused. Ace continued speaking, “Everyone hates me. Our classmates, our teachers, and I don’t blame them. So why– is this just some sort of joke to you?!” He shouted, glaring at Azreal. “Nope.” Azreal replied. His expression slightly soured, though a bittersweet smile was still on his face. “Not at all.” He repeated. He went over to the corner of the small closet, leaning into it. “You know… someone has to look out for the little guy. In your mind, if your classmates hate you, if your teachers hate you, and if you hate you, then you have to know someone is on your side. So I’ll like you for you. And I’ll make you know it.” Azreal explained. Ace couldn’t help but be stunned.

“I don’t get that. That’s stupid.” Ace spat and crossed his arms, evading his eyes from Azreal. “If you keep being like that– tch. This world is full of pieces of shit assholes who will take advantage of your kindness.” He stated. “Well then I guess I’d rather get hurt for trusting people than live being distrustful of potentially good people.” Azreal reasoned with a shrug.

“You’ve made friends with rocks before, Azreal!” Ace called out. “So… Don’t go acting like I’m… important. I don’t want your pity.” Ace continued, his voice lowering slightly. “I don’t pity you. I guess I just… have empathy for you. And it helps me understand you.” Azreal paused before speaking again. “And… Well, your company is… special. I like you, Ace. You’re… nice.” Azreal said. Ace seemed surprised by that. “You… Think that?” Ace murmured.

“One hundred percent!” Azreal agreed and smiled. Ace fell silent for a few moments.

“I’m… sorry for yelling at you.” Ace suddenly murmured.

“ ‘S all right!” Azreal replied happily. Ace had a sad, almost pitiful look on his face. Azreal knew that Ace liked physical affection sometimes, but would get all flustered about asking for cuddles, so Azreal went ahead and took the initiative, pulling Ace into a tight hug. Life was so so bad, but so so good.

“...Thanks.” Ace murmured. “Tch, stupid skater boy…” Ace grumbled and blushed. Azreal smiled brightly and eventually let go of Ace.

“That nickname is seriously catchy.” Azreal muttered under his breath.

“So, you think we still got a chance of a clean escape?” Ace asked. “There’s always a chance.” Azreal replied. “Alright. Well, fuck all, let’s go!” Ace called out.

And so, Ace and Azreal stepped out of the closet. They held each other's hand, escaping or not.

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #oc x canon #ace markey

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In-Flight Edibles, Rowdy Aussie Crowds & The “Sonic War” Of Their Next Album – Here’s Our Foals Interview

Gotta pass that plane time somehow.

Words by Amar Gera | December 6, 2023 | Life without Andy

We catch up with guitarist Jimmy ahead of their trip Down Under…

British rockers Foals are a rare sight in todays music world. The ability to craft commercial and festival-pleasing heaters while maintaining artistic integrity is a feat few pull off, a one that fewer actually make enjoyable. However, it seems Foals have perfected the art of the festival crowd anthem, and thankfully, they’ll be bringing their talents back to Australia over the NYE period for a bunch of shows around the country.

Slated to play the likes of Heaps Good Festival, Lost Paradise, Fortitude Music Hall and more, the run of shows will see the honorary Aussies bring their latest LP Life Is Yours (and its companion piece, Life Is Dub) across the country. Judging by our interview with lead guitarist Jimmy, this could very well be the the last time the album will be played out in its entirety, with Foals’ upcoming album seemingly already in the works. Which makes it all the more important that you catch them at the upcoming batch of shows.

To celebrate their upcoming Aussie shows, wee caught up with Jimmy from the band to talk Life Is Yours, their tips for flying to Australia and more. Check it below.

It’s a pretty busy time for you right now. You’re capping off a year of shows, a new LP, and a pretty crazy festival season. How are the energy levels?

Yeah, they’re pretty good right now. I think it’s because we’ve just had a bit of time off since September. So, we’re okay. We’re ready to do another LP and everything, I think.

Obviously, you’ve been playing music on this level for quite a long time now. After all these years, is the chaos of nonstop flights, shows, and so on, where you feel most comfortable?

I mean, post-COVID stuff is more annoying, like flying, airports and all of that. But yeah, we’re pretty used to it now. The show is such a tiny part of what the actual tour is. It’s all the hustle and bustle, and then a lot of time doing nothing.

Australia is pretty far removed from the rest of the world, which got me wondering, how do you kill time on that mammoth plane ride?

Just movies. If I’ve got my laptop, I might work on a song or something, that’s always pretty good. But then, the battery will always die in like an hour. So, yeah, generally I just take some edibles and watch some movies and enjoy it.

Edibles on a plane?

Yeah, I highly recommend it. I wouldn’t do it for the first time on a flight to Australia. I think that would be horrific if it went wrong.

Are you a window or aisle seat kind of guy?

If it’s below four hours, I want a window. If it’s above, I have to have an aisle because I can’t stand waking people up to go to the toilet.

Speaking of Australia, you’re playing a bunch of festivals and shows Down Under, including Heaps Good. How are you feeling for it?

I don’t know how long it’s been since we’ve been to Australia, but it’s been a long time. So, we’re pretty psyched just to be coming down. And yeah, also Aussie midsummer again, it’s pretty good. It’s a good time to come visit. And yeah, those lineups are pretty good as well. I’m really excited about The Avalanches, I’ve never seen them. That’s going to be cool.

International artists always seem taken aback at how rowdy Aussie crowds are. In your personal experience, how do we compare to the rest of the world?

Yeah, you guys are surprisingly rowdy, considering the tropical setting. Aussie crowds bring this crazy European energy, like the stuff we see in the UK. But yeah, it’s good. I mean, I remember it was pretty surprising the first time we came and played in Australia. We were like, “Oh, shit. They’re actually pretty into it.”

Are there any specific memories from that first time in Australia that stand out?

I always just think of our first show, which was in Adelaide. We played a festival in Switzerland and then flew for two days or something, and then played in Adelaide the night we landed. Then, the same night, Edwin, our keyboard player, had a DJ set as well. And I remember the crowd went nuts for that set. That crowd was basically the only thing that got us through it all.

I also want to chat ‘Life Is Yours’. It’s been a year since that record entered the world. How has your relationship changed with it since?

I’ll tell you what, it’s been a quick year. I’m a bit bummed though. We haven’t played the whole record live, and I don’t know if we’re going to get to it. We’ve only got Australia left to do it. But I wish we could have played more of Life Is Yours.

I think it was a really necessary album for us to make, certainly because of COVID and all of that that was going on. I feel like it was the right thing to do. It felt nice to take our foot off the adventurous gas. We weren’t too pressured on ourselves about making the record. But I see it as a little calming record before whatever’s coming next, which I presume will be an all-out sonic war.

It’s pretty interesting that you followed it up with ‘Life Is Dub’, given that it’s pretty rare for artists to rework a new album to that extent. As a group, what was the reasoning behind it?

That was Dan Carey, one of the producers of Life Is Yours, and one of the guys we work with the most. He’s got his studio in South London and never leaves. It’s kind of a dream. I idolize him in a way because I want to live like that. I want to have my studio in the bottom of my house with my family up the top. But yeah, he was like, “I want to do a dub version.” And it was great.

Actually, I wish he’d gone a bit more out there on it. I haven’t seen him since it was released. But yeah, I really love it. Because I know that he’s got the capabilities to go really far out. I guess he doesn’t want to scare anybody though. But yeah, I thought it was really cool. I want to do more things like that, just in terms of weird releases and alternate versions of stuff we’ve done.

If ‘Life Is Yours’ and ‘Life Is Dub’ were two characters sitting at a bar, what would they be and what would they be talking about?

Life Is Dub probably wouldn’t need to drink any alcohol because it would already be so high. So, Life Is Dub would be on sparkling water or a Coca-Cola and would probably be talking about, I’m not sure, a new piece of musical equipment or maybe a tin hat conspiracy theory. One that doesn’t offend anybody, but it’s just a mystery.

And then, I feel like Life Is Yours would be quite positive and maybe reassuring Life Is Dub about their worries. Definitely would having a couple of drinks, maybe a cocktail. Looking slightly more ’80s than Life Is Dub, I would say. That’d be quite an interesting duo.

Your music’s pretty perfect for crowd singalongs. It’s a really moving thing to see in your lives videos. In terms of songwriting and instrumentation, is there a secret to crafting tracks that resonate so hard?

Yannis does all of the lyrics, but I would say that when you’re writing, there’ll be even just part of a sentence that pops out. And you’d probably be like, “That’s what they’re going to sing.” Because what we always naturally pick up on is slogans or catchphrases that pop out. And sure enough, there’ll be one at the end of a sentence, which the whole crowd will sing. It’s really cool. And then, similarly, they’ll just pick up on something that we haven’t even thought of, and sing that back at us, which is really cool.

You’re also playing a show in Brissy at The Fortitude Music Hall with Declan McKenna, Sycco, Felony and so on. How do you differentiate between festival and the more concert sort of set?

I don’t think we’re doing any sideshows so I’m glad that the Brisbane show is like a sideshow, because they are different. You can play for longer at a sideshow and you can play hard and fast with the set list, just because it’s like a no-pressured scenario. I think sideshows are more for having a bit of fun and connecting with your fans, whereas a festival show is more of a proper show, and it’s got to be a more crafted set list. Also, it’s got to fit into whatever allocated slot you’re playing.

It is a funny thing that I find interesting about festivals and I think its really impressive that all these bands actually manage to pretty much play for the allotted time and figure it out. Like we’ve gone over a few times. We’ve had sound cut by festivals and stuff, and I just find it so brutal that they invite these musicians to come all the way over and if they go a minute over because they’re enjoying themselves, that’s it. They’re like “How dare you?” How dare you encroach on The Killers’ headlines time?” So, yeah, I like the sideshows just because they’re a bit looser.

You’re gonna be ringing in the New Year with us. What are your plans for the big countdown?

I don’t know, but I remember last time we did it in Melbourne we were at a festival. But it was actually quite depressing because we came back off stage really pumped, and there was just nobody around. Everyone had gone into Melbourne. So, we all just want to make sure that doesn’t happen again this time. Hopefully we’ll find a party, you’d think.

Lastly, can you give us a summary for Foals’ trajectory in 2023 and for the year ahead?

It’s all the things. Words like “Exploration” and “Oblivion” are popping into my head. But yeah, we’re just going to have a lot of fun.

Foals are returning Down Under at the end of this year. Be sure to cop tickets to their upcoming Aussie shows here.

#foals #interview #jimmy smith #liy

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Copper Pipes Albert x Female Builder

AN: Thank you for taking the time to read this mess. It’s pretty much just porn. Albert/Female Builder

I ride my horse into town square, the gentle thumping of her hooves making a loud beat with every step she takes. The usually quiet town of Portia is lively and loud tonight. The Winter festival was about to start. It's always a big celebration that consists of a massive hot pot, gifts, games, and lots of drinking. The party usually lasts well into the early morning hours. And right now it was about 9:00.

“There you are! Geeze Ellie, what took you so long!”

I stop my horse in front of Emily and get out of the saddle. “I was finishing up this Commission for Albert. He needed these pipes for….something? Now that I think about it, he didn’t really specify what he needed them for. Oh well, it’s not really any of my business anyways.”

“Do you ever stop working?” Asked Emily.”

“On occasion.” I say as I fish around in my saddle bag for the pipes. I get them out, taking a moment to inspect them one last time. “Look at these. They’re damn near perfect.” I say, holding them out for Emily to see.

“Yep, they look great.” Said Emily.

“Yeah yeah, I know you don’t care too much about this kinda stuff. I look over at the other side of peach plaza and spot Albert hanging around Gust and Ginger. Oh, there he is! Let me hand these off to him and I’ll meet back up with you in a second.

“Hurry back! I have so much to tell you about last night!”

My ears perk up. “What happened last night?”

“Let's just say, I heard a certain civil corps member hooking up with Nora.” Said Emily.

“Oh my god, it’s Arlo isn’t it?” I ask.

“I’m not telling you until you get back.” Says Emily.

“Ughhh fine, I’ll make this as quick as possible. I’ve gotta know!” Eager to hear her gossip, I push through the small crowd and quickly make my way over to Albert. He spots me headed towards him and flashes a warm smile my way.

“If it isn’t my favorite builder!” He says.

“Yep it’s me! With your commission!“ I say, holding up the pipes.

“Oh wow, I wasn’t expecting you to have those done just yet. Those look fantastic! Exclaimed Albert. Amazing work as always. Er, I don’t really have a place to put these though.”

“You could put them in your shop. I suggest. It's not too far from here.”

“Yeah, I suppose I could do that. Mind giving me a ride?”

“Sure thing, just let me go tell Emily I’ll be a bit longer.”

It doesn’t take me long to find her again. She’s chatting with Antoine over by the playground equipment, probably telling him what she plans on telling me. I tap her on the shoulder and let her know I’m gonna take Albert to his shop real quick.

“Okay but seriously, hurry back!”

“Trust me babe, you’re gonna wanna hear this.” Says Antoine.

“I know, I know! Don’t tease me, damn it!!” I quickly find my horse and lead it over to Albert. We get on and I get her into a gallop. Within five minutes we’re outside of “A&G construction.”

Albert hops off and extends his hand to me. “Come on into the shop and I’ll get you paid.” He says. He helps me off my horse and we go inside. He places the pipes down behind his desk and starts rummaging through its drawers.

“Let’s see, it was $600 gols right?” He asks.

“Actually, it’s only $300.” I say, looking around the shop.

“Only $300? Huh, I thought it was more than that. “That’s alright, I’ll pay out $600. Consider the other $300 a tip.”

I was flattered but it was a rule of mine to never accept a tip over $100. It was a rule my father had that just kinda got passed down to me. I shake my head. “That's very generous but I can’t accept that, just pay me the $300 and we’re good.”

“Nope, you’re getting $600 whether you like it or not.” Albert Says as he tries to hand me the money. I playfully step to the side to keep him from putting it in my hand.

“I’m only going to take it if it’s $300!” I say.

“Why!?”

“I don’t know! Just pay me the $300!”

“No! Accept the tip!” Says Albert, pushing the money towards me. I step around him.

“I can’t! It’s…company policy!” I say. Technically I wasn’t wrong.

“I call bullshit!” Says Albert.

He playfully grabs me by the waist, holding me against him. He tries to force the money into my jacket pocket but I wriggle out of his grip and run across the shop.

“You’re not leaving here without this!” Says Albert. I hear the lock on the front door click. He stands in front of it giving me a triumphant smirk.

“Oh you underestimate me!” I exclaim. I charge towards him and he grabs me again. We wrestle for a bit, laughing the entire time until he manages to pull us both down onto the floor. I landed right on top of him.

“Oh crap, are you okay?!” I ask through another fit of laughter.

“Yes I’m fine. You know this wouldn’t have happened if you would have just taken the extra money.” Says Albert.

“Yeah but this was kinda fun. By the way, I'm still not taking it.

He rolls his eyes at me. “Fine. Just $300 then.”

“Thank you. It’s been a pleasure doing business with you. I say. You ready to go back?”

“I don’t know, I’m kind of enjoying this. It’s been a while since I’ve had a pretty girl sitting on top of me.”

My face turns bright red. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Oh, did I say that out loud? My apologies.” He says.

I'm caught off guard. First of all, I don’t get called pretty. People know me for my work, not my looks. Guys never really look in my direction. Being called pretty is a first and I can’t conceal how I feel about it. My face probably looks like a tomato right now. I try to look away but his hand cups my chin and pulls me towards him. I find the courage to look down and the look he’s giving me is…different. It’s not playful, it’s not his usual sly expression.

It’s Desire. Want. Lust.

I feel his hand reach around my back and pull me closer to him. I can feel his warmth, I can smell his expensive cologne, I can feel his heart drumming against his chest even with his jacket on. There’s something between us. A spark of some kind that I didn’t even know we had. I would consider us good friends but I never could have imagined we had this kind of connection. It feels almost electric. At that moment something ignites in me and I have the sudden urge to lean in even closer and kiss him. But before I can do that he pulls me in and his lips crash against mine.

Incredible is the only way I can describe this moment. The kiss grows deeper with each passing second, his tongue manages to slip between my lips and dances around with my own. His hands find their way to the back of my head and with a swift movement he releases my hair from the band I had it tied in. His fingers work to undo my braid and a waterfall of soft brown tresses now envelopes us.

“I want you.” He murmurs between kisses.

“Then take me.” I say.

He begins to kiss me even harder, all while unbuttoning my jacket. I help him get it off along with my shirt and bra. He tosses the garments to the side leaving me there with my chest fully exposed. He takes a second to admire my breasts, then he gets back to work. He carefully rolls me onto my back so that he’s now on top. His kisses start to trail downwards as he begins to work on getting my pants off. A moment later I’m fully bare. His lips trace over my neck and collar bone, as he nips and pecs at my exposed flesh.

He makes his way down further and further until he’s in between my legs, spreading them to reveal my womanhood. He dives in and begins to lick and suck at my clit. The feeling is intense and I can feel the pleasure building up inside of me with each and every stroke his tongue makes. I grab fistfulls of his hair to keep him in the right spot. I feel as though I’m about to explode! But suddenly he stops. I let out a disapproving groan.

“Why must you tease me like that?” I ask.

He gets on top of me and leans down close to my ear. “Because I want to fuck you now.” He growls.

Hearing him say that sends a shiver down my spine and I can feel myself turning red again. Words that I never thought I’d hear come out of his mouth are now playing on repeat in my head. “You gonna take your clothes off then?”

“Oh right, I should probably do that, yeah? He starts to strip down, a bit clumsily but he manages. And oh my god, he’s absolutely gorgeous. He’s not buff but damn, he's well sculpted. And from what I can see, he’s nicely endowed. He repositions himself and leans down close to my ear again. “Okay, now I’m going to fuck you.” He growls.

He slowly guides himself inside of me. It stings a little because it’s been a while since I’ve had sex. But once that feeling passes, it’s incredible! The shop is echoing with the sounds of our moans, grunts, and our bodies pounding against one another. For being labeled as Portia’s most unsuccessful ladies man he sure knew what the hell he was doing. I can see him smirking down at me as a loud moan escapes my lips.

“That feel good love?” He asks.

“ Yes! God yes!” I manage to say.

He leans his head down, capturing one of my breasts in his mouth and I gasp at the sudden sensation.

“F-fuck Albert. If you keep it up I’m gonna cum.” I say in rasped breaths.

He releases my breast for a moment. “Don’t be shy, cum for me darling! I wanna hear you scream my name!” He says.

His mouth cups my breast again and everything that has been building up inside of me begins to release.

“Albert! Oh god Albert!!! Albert!!” I cry out as I reach the peek of my orgasm. God that felt amazing!

His pace starts to get erratic as he thrusts harder into me.

“I’m gonna cum!” He growls as he tightly grips my hips. “Fuck Ellie, I’m gonna cum!”

He thrusts into me a few more times before climaxing himself. He falls into a heap on top of me, trying to catch his breath. He looks wild. His once perfectly styled hair is out of place and he’s glimmering with sweat. He looks so sexy at this moment. I wanna see him like this more often.

“You wanna head back now?” I ask.

“Yeah we probably should.” Said Albert. But afterwards you wanna hang out at my place? Maybe spend the night? I have another commission I’d like to discuss with you.”

“You wanna discuss a commission with me or do you wanna fuck me again?” I ask.

“A little bit of column a, little bit of column b.” He says as he gets up from on top of me.

We get ourselves dressed and fix ourselves back up the best we can. Some of Alberts hair is still out of place and my lipstick is a little smudged but other than that it’s not super obvious. I'm certain no one will put two and two together.

The hot pot is just getting started when we ride into Peach plaza. “Come find me when you're ready to go.” He says as we dismount. “The sooner we get out of here the sooner we can discuss that commission.” He whispers in my ear. “And the sooner I can fuck you again.”

“Ellie! There you are! Come on, you gotta hear the story!”

“I’ll see you later Ellie.” He says, winking at me as he walks back towards Gust and Ginger.

Emily looks at me and then Albert but doesn’t say anything. “So, you’re not gonna believe what I heard last night. Nora and Arlo snuck into McDonalds stables and……

AN: Again, thank you for reading. I hope you guys enjoyed it, that was my first R rated scene. Plz leave god revoiws an prepz don’t flam mah story!!!!!! (I’m sorry, the my immortals reference was uncalled for.)

#My Time At Portia #fanfic #albert #female builder #mtap #rated e #itsporn #I'msorry

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Anyways back to keeping my diary and talking about my normal day. I work 10 and a half hour shifts 6 days a week🫠🫠 gotta pay for college!! But also?? The drama has really stepped up its game this year. Last years drama was sometimes people were mean to me for being too nice and I was never allowed to pack orders in the kitchen cause people would get there 30 mins early just to pack. This year?? Oh god. I can’t even try to fit it in 30 tags I know I can’t

So we have a lot of new people. A lot of people have left since last year (it’s a miserable job and they burn thru people like crazy). The girl who I trained with my old bestie is still there. We have a new host who is my new bestie. We have a new pizza dude. And we have a new server. There are lots more hires but these are the only important ones right now.

So the new server started seeing the pizza dude and it Did Not work out. Like as in saying that he was getting signs from god that she’s bad news and bringing bad energy into his life and this that and the other. It’s important to note that the server is honestly super sweet and in general a really loving person. So pizza dude is talking about red flags all the time. He starts a conversation with a guy about my old friend and my new friend overhears this and is like hey I might be wrong but I’m pretty sure this is what they were saying about you.

So pizza guy Flips Out. He accuses her of witchcraft and doing witchcraft with her eyes and how he’s always dropping stuff whenever she comes near and that anyone who associates with the server is bad news. And pizza guy is in general just kind of a dick to a lot of people. We have bread that comes with everyone. People come specifically for it all the time. Pizza guys are in charge of bread. He Never puts bread in the oven no matter how many times you ask him to. Managers keep having problems with him. He’s always like what are you too good for the cold bread?? Yeah dude we gotta sell fresh stuff! We can’t make a plate of just cold bread. That goes to the bottom of the plate duh.

So at this point he hates the new server my old friend and my new friend. I get along with all of these people and they keep me updated with what he says to them. So as my depression keeps getting worse I’m in the back more and more cause I just can’t stomach talking to customers and fake smiling and laughing. And by this point I know that he and the server are on bad terms and that he upset my new friend but that’s kinda it. We’re both working and we’re kinda the only ones around and he’s talking to me and he’s like hey are you any good at reading people? And I’m like decently why? And he asks what I think of him. I know enough about him that I just tell him I haven’t thought of it much. He says I act my age unlike the other women here and I’m not as childish as they are. He tells me he thinks I’m 24 and I correct him that I’m 20

So this dude starts talking to me about how gossip is a form of witchcraft (this is beginning to get repetitive man who cursed this dude and set the witches on him) and the whole time he just talks like a preacher and I’m just like I don’t know man I just work here! And he’s like oh people think I have anger issues cause of the way I move and speak. And I’m like well I’d say anger issues are when you can’t control your anger and regularly take it out on other people. Knowing he does that. And he agrees with me?? I don’t know somehow I won this dude over without trying to. I’m still not a fan of his

The more days I spend back there the more he’s flirting with me and it’s like uh u realize I’m gay right?? And then I find out he’s actually flirting with all of the hosts to make the server jealous. Usually he only does it when she’s around. This guy tells me how much he loves my smile and eyes all the time even on her days off. I brought up in conversation again that I was 20 and he was just so surprised. I already told him?? Also it’s getting really really annoying that I have to tell him to put bread in the oven cause I’m the only one who he listens to!! Awesome I get bread whenever I need it. Less awesome: I have to wait a good 5 mins for it to run through the oven and there should always be bread in there. Also we do use elbows to fight for that bread so it’s annoying when I’m the only one that gets listened to and then I gotta fight for it on top of that. So I ask on everyone’s behalf. Also I have to ask for empty pizza boxes for the server cause he ignores her completely when she talks to him.

Last day I ran into him tho I went outside to sit and he was outside preaching to some of the other pizza guys. And you’ll never guess what he was going on about! Witchcraft! In this conversation he said that phones were the devil and astrology was evil and manipulative and that it makes people believe they are a certain way when they aren’t (which. He had me at yeah I’m not a fan of astrology cause it makes people think they gotta fit into categories and lost me at so it’s evil witchcraft that manipulates people) and how ouija boards open doors to this world and actually so do tarot cards tarot cards are evil witchcraft and just the same. He also said that people don’t actually get tired they just believe they’re tired. Also that all of his friends are gonna betray him in the end so phones are evil and if his friends are gonna betray him why would he ever even need a phone

What I find the funniest about this is how he’s accusing all these girls of witchcraft. And I’m the favorite. As if I didn’t study paganism and love my tarot cards. And handmade ouija boards in middle school. I really shouldn’t be his favorite

#so whenever everyone’s there’s it’s a little messy lol #I don’t know what his deal is with witchcraft tho really #tried to separate paragraphs for readability #my last week I just gotta start dropping hints that I’m everything he’s so freaked out by #like hey maybe don’t disrespect my friends oh my god! what did they do to u???#and he’s so rude for no reason.#let me give him a little scare #soup talks

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