danger route

The first night his boyfriend didn’t come back to the dorm, Other Red (Red had already been the name of a student when Other Red was a freshman, and changing your nickname too much wasn’t the best idea) didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t unheard of for one or the other of them to spend a night with friends. But when he wasn’t there the next morning, or in their one shared class that day, Other Red started to worry. As spacey as Frankie Lee could be, he was an avid student. Frankie Lee wasn’t his real name, of course. It wasn’t a surprise to those who knew him that his taken name was musically inspired. He wasn’t answering his phone, either. When there was still no sign of him on the third day, Other Red started asking around. He found what he needed to know pretty soon.

“Yeah, the last time I saw him was a couple days ago.”

“Where was he?”

“Over by the track, by that little wooded area. He had his guitar.”

“He was going towards the trees? Sounds like he was looking for a quiet place to write songs.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me.”

“So he went, alone, into the forest, to play music?”

“Looks like.”

“Shit.”

***

Other Red didn’t waste much time. He packed what he needed, knocked on his RA’s door so someone would know where he was going (and so they’d be better prepared to notice if it wasn’t him that came back), and headed for the woods. All this wasn’t strictly necessary, since the RAs would go retrieve Frankie Lee at the end of the semester, but he might be… different by then, and Other Red didn’t want to wait that long to see him again anyway. He walked right into the shade of the trees, and kept going until he couldn’t see the edge of the woods behind him, though the forest he’d walked into was maybe forty feet across. Nowhere on the Elsewhere University campus was a surefire route to danger, if you knew what you were doing, just as nowhere was 100 percent safe if you were reckless enough, but going under the trees to play music? Other Red had to admit that had been stupid. He loved Frankie Lee, but he could be lacking in common sense.

***

As he went, Other Red reminded himself of a story. There was a smith, so the story goes, who made a deal. Who or what he made the deal with changes from telling to telling, but a popular version calls it the Devil. Other Red didn’t know about devils, but any Elsewhere U student knew there were other things you could make deals with. The smith gave up his soul in exchange for supernatural skill at metal work - the ability to weld anything to anything. When the Devil came to collect, though, the smith welded him to a tree and left him there. It’s an old story, one of the oldest, in fact. It’s been told for six thousand years. The story told Other Red a couple of things. One, that metalwork has always been a little bit Else, and two, that it was one way, maybe the first way we ever found, to get a bit of power over the Gentry. At least enough power to get him out of this.

He hoped it was enough to get him out of this.

***

After a while, he could hear music softly through the trees. He walked closer until he could make out the words:


Then the loud sound did seem to fa-a-ade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of pha-a-ase
That weren’t no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’d like to come and meet us
But he thinks he’d blow our minds…

Other Red could practically see Frankie Lee, eyes closed and head nodding the way he did when he got into his music. He’d smile, and, if he wasn’t playing too, wave his hands slowly like the music was the only thing in the world. Then Other Red reached the clearing where the music was coming from, and he did see Frankie Lee, sitting and playing at the feet of the member of the Court that had taken him.

Less Starman, Other Red thought, and more Thin White Duke. Thin he certainly was, or maybe a better word was long, half again Other Red’s height with his legs - how many knees was that? - stretched out from his seat, which was carved from an enormous tree stump into intricate, disturbing patterns. He was pale, with a human face but a goat’s disdainful eyes, and he wore leather armor with what looked like a bronze sword on his belt. Other Red stepped into the clearing.

The Gentleman held up a hand, and Frankie Lee stopped playing, though his eyes had been closed. When he saw Other Red, he perked up and made eye contact with him, but didn’t speak.

“What brings you here?” asked the Fair One with disinterest.

Other Red indicated Frankie Lee. “I’d like him back.”

“And what will you give me not to simply keep you here as well?”

“I have nothing to give you, but I bring the tokens of my craft.” From his bag, he pulled a welding mask and a handful of nails. “I’m a shop student. If you don’t let me leave, there will be repercussions.” He tried to keep his voice as confident as he could.

The Shining One stared at him for a long moment, then sat back. “You may leave whenever you please, smith, but you cannot command me to give up my musician.”

Other Red had been expecting that. “A game, then?”

“A game. Very well.” said the Good Neighbor instinctively, and then, coming to himself, “What game do you choose?”

Other Red pulled out the other thing he had packed, and tossed it towards the Blessed One. “Fifth Edition, no expansions. One session, seventh-level characters, fight to the character death. I’ll see you a week from today at eight.” He bent down to quickly kiss Frankie Lee, then turned and left.

***

He’d afforded a week because, as much as he wanted Frankie Lee back right now, he needed time to find a DM who was willing to run this fight. Eventually, a girl named Tyto agreed to do it, for approximately a shitton of carefully-specified snacks. This wasn’t the first time someone had played D&D with one of the Gentry. Sometimes, as now, students figured it was the best chance they had of getting something out of them. Other Red’s challenge was a little unusual in that regard - most such games were essentially attempts to impress the Shining Ones with your storytelling talent. They had great respect for storytellers, and a skilled DM could easily get into their good books. Sometimes, They took a liking to the game, and played just for the sake of playing. Other Red had heard of a campaign that met once a month, on the new moon, where students regularly played alongside their Neighbors. Other Red wasn’t making this a storytelling competition, though. He wasn’t a DM, and he wanted a contest he could win.

On the appointed night, they set up in the game room and waited. Other Red wasn’t using his regular character, Ambrose the halfling rogue, for this. It was stupid, but he didn’t want to to let Them know even that fictional real name. Plus, he felt that if he did lose the fight, Ambrose might somehow be dead for good. He’d rolled up a human bard just for the occasion. It seemed appropriate.

At exactly eight, the Duke walked in. He looked more human here, though he was still morning-frost sharp and pale. He was wearing a black suit, and had his hair in a long braid. Tyto shifted in her chair as he walked past her. Other Red offered him a bag of Doritos. Ritual was important, after all. “Given without obligation,” he added.

“Most kind,” said the Visitor, as he took the bag and produced his character sheet. Other Red looked over it briefly. Tiefling druid. Made sense.

“Well then,” said Tyto. “Let’s get started. You’re standing in the street of a small town. You’ve just gotten into a confrontation in a tavern and decided to take it outside. Roll for initiative.”

***

The fight started out slow and cautious. Both characters had swords, and their initial actions were simple. Attack, roll for damage. Attack, roll for damage. Attack, miss. Attack… As they played, they drew an audience. Not students. Any student who knew what was happening tonight had made plans far, far away. There was a man with hair the color of the sea. Two identical-looking girls, neither of their hands quite right. When they walked in, they were followed by a fox that sat quietly and comfortably on a chair. They all watched in silence as the players spoke their battle into being.

Eventually, Other Red’s opponent seemed to get tired of this pattern. “I cast Flame Blade,” he said, “and attack with it.”
Now they were playing with magic. Other Red surrounded the druid with a cloud of daggers. The druid turned into an eagle and dive-bombed the bard. The audience began to stir. This was almost as exciting as the real thing. A few of them could remember when Gwion and Ceridwen tried the same routine. The bard cast a spell of fear to send the eagle flying away, and another spell to deal it damage. The eagle became a boar and charged the bard.

That was two. He was out of transformations. This was what Other Red had been waiting for. “I cast Dimension Door,” he announced, “on both of us.”

“O… K,” said Tyto.  “You both move to..?”
“500 feet directly above us. And as we start to fall, I cast Feather Fall on myself only.”

Tyto and the Fair One both stopped as they realized what he’d done. “So,” Tyto said to the Gentleman, “You’re falling 500 feet. Do you have anything that might help with that?”

“I do not.”

“Then if you’re alright with it, I don’t think we need to roll to know that you’re pretty dead.”
“No.” He stood up and offered Other Red his hand. “How inventive. The musician is yours.” He left the room without another word, and the audience followed behind. After a moment, the door opened again and Frankie Lee stumbled in. He was shivering, with snow melting on his shoulders and water droplets clinging to his tightly curled hair. It was sixty degrees outside.

Other Red almost knocked his chair back standing up. He held Frankie Lee tightly for a long time, and then pulled away a little.

“What were you thinking?”

“I know, I know. How long was I gone?”

“About a week and a half. How long did you…?”

“Damn. I was only there for a couple of hours. I was starting to run out of Bowie. I tell you what, though, I think I finished that song I was working on.”

“If you finished it while you were There, you should maybe never play that part.”

“Good call.”

 [x]

Here’s a thought.

Sherlock Holmes imagined Molly Hooper as a progressive Victorian woman who risked her reputation and life just so she can study and practice pathology (her obvious passion), and fight for a cause that she believes in.

High-as-a-kite Sherlock Holmes, subconsciously think and (therefore) imagined that Molly has the courage and determination to pursue being a pathologist in a time when women were confined to minimal social roles.

Originally posted by myblade89

His subconscious revealed that he believed that if Molly was born during the Victorian era, she would fight for her dream, such that she would actually take the dangerous route of pretending to be a male, just so she can pursue and practice her dream.

He believed that Molly has what it takes to get what she wants.

Originally posted by my-chemical-mermaid

Sherlock sees Molly as a strong, independent woman.

If high-as-a-kite Sherlock Holmes can see this, why are there people who still look at Molly as a weak character?

Originally posted by bluegreyme

This is also the same woman, who in the midst of tremendous emotional distress, showed a rebellious streak by making Sherlock Holmes (the same stubborn man who walked into Buckingham Palace wrapped in a sheet) say. it. first.

Originally posted by sssssssim

And while we are on that topic, the same Oh-look-at-me-sitting-inside-Buckingham-Palace-with-just-a-sheet man, said it…

Originally posted by kessilover

TWICE…

Originally posted by 221bgaykerstreet


when aries are in distress they have poor impulse control and expose themselves to harm. they risk compromising the trust other people have in them and respond to life with survivalist aggression 

a distressed taurus is so internalized that they rarely let other people in on their struggling. instead they exaggerate habitual rituals in dangerous routes such as extreme detoxing or spending their savings 

gemini has an eery sense of detachment that can be unnerving even to them. when they emotionally relate to another person, they may find the exposure so embarrassing that they have to cut of the relationship 

cancer’s volatile inner world can create false memories of betrayal based on the emotional state at the time. they can become so confused and angered at their inner world they become aggressive to others and physically wound the people they need the most 

when a leo begins to feel ignored or abandoned they cling harder and become more dramatic. this is against every instinct, but emotions become uncontrollable when heart loss is involved 

virgo responds to future events with a sense of precaution and nervousness. there is not a simple outcome but a multitude of ways everything could go wrong before the outcome is reached

libra can be obsessed with keeping up appearances so distress can be hidden by a deceptive mask. however hard they hide it, they still expect people to know it and tread with caution. it’s surprising considering their awareness

scorpio’s emotions are generated from unconscious triggers that can be unpredictable and bewildering. their suspicious instinct can create false memories of betrayal or hurt by others 

a distressed sagittarius can be blunt to the point of critically hurtful. they lie to themselves, saying their intentions are good, but when they hurt the ones they love the most, they rarely question the method of their intention 

capricorns have a high distress tolerance but at its peak they become withdrawn, intensely melancholic, sour, and paranoid. the world can really take on a grey wash approach for them, and for the people around them

a distressed aquarius retreats into their intellectual bubble and intellectualises to the point of destruction. when they shed tears for the world but not for their lover, the people around them can falsely question their intentions 

a distressed pisces becomes an entire ocean of mirrors that drowns every reflection. they can exist in a bead of their own emotion and shut off completely from reality. and they can resist healing or self care. a part of pisces can long for self undoing 

-C.

anonymous asked:

ahhh mafia au: tsukki with an s/o who is a like fighter (i cant remember the word gdi but i hope you know i mean¿) for karasuno and she comes back wounded really badly from a mission? thanks so much lana ily!!

I love you too, sweetheart! Sorry that this took a bit of time to get out, I’ve been so busy as of late.

-Admin Lana


He knew he should have gone with you on this mission and perhaps this wouldn’t have happened. But you were insistent that you were able to handle it, radiating a level of confidence even he didn’t possess at times. Mistake number one, confidence will get you killed in this line work. 

There was a deep scowl running into the lines of his face as he sat across from you while Ennoshita tended to your wounds with caution, noting the amount of blood you had lost on the ride back to headquarters. The situation could have been much worse, if anything you could have died. This is what the doctor had alluded to, but it made no difference to Tsukishima. 

“After what happened tonight you’re not to go on anymore missions for at least a month. Stick to housework or finishing off the paperwork for Daichi,” The brunette instructed after removing the last bullet from your shoulder. You were visibly displeased, shooting a glare in his direction. Ennoshita could only grin cheekily, glancing at your lover from over his shoulder. “That also means no strenuous activity. You’ll have to keep it in your pants, Tsukishima.”

The sniper rolled his eyes indignantly, but you knew more than anything that that would have to be one of the harder things to endure. “Mention anything about our sex life again and I’ll put a bullet between your eyes.” In response the man held up his hands in mock defense knowing that he was more on edge at the moment. 

“I’ll leave you two to it then. But seriously, ______, take it easy. I don’t want to have to restitch any wounds.” You flashed him a weary smile before he left. You didn’t want that either.

The room was silent, tension thick as he sat with his hands folded, eyebrows knitted in concern. He was never the most successful at expressing his emotions in the most positive manner, but no matter how he choose to say it, you knew he was constantly worried for you and your safety. He hated the fact that you worked alongside him in the mafia, it would have been better if you were a civilian. But even then danger lurked in that route.

“I know what you’re going to say, don’t waste your breath in dong so. I was too confident and that was my mistake, but honestly I did have a good feeling going into the job.” In was the silver truth, one that would make him snarl with sarcasm, but he knew that feeling well enough. In his rookie days he was far more arrogant that any had that.

He lifted his head, golden eyes staring you down. “That may have been the case, but you could have easily been killed. Do you understand how much you mean to me? That I wouldn’t be able to function without you?”

It was like a whiff of fresh air, akin to the breeze on an autumn evening. To hear such words coming from his mouth was a feat in itself, a warm feeling settling in yourself in its resonance. A smile tugged at your lips, reaching out for him. He shuffled forward a bit, a sheepish expression crossing his face as he allowed you to grasp his fingers.


“I did, but it’s nice to hear you say it every once and a while.”


“Well don’t get used to it. It’s only because you’re injured.” He scoffed, but you knew that behind that tough persona he hid behind, you know that his love runs deep.

You /MC  go shopping with a friend you end up dressing something too sexy and a RFA member happens to see you

I need some fluff lol


 Works for all genders -use males the term too sexy for clothing thoe o-o? -

spoiler free

I hope you enjoy it anyway


Common story

You want to go on a date with someone from the RFA you yet have to ask them out. You feel like you need something special for the date too so you ask a friend. You go together shopping sadly the friend is a bit too much on the naughty side and recommends you something really sexy. You try it on and step out of the cabin just to stand in front of your potential date.


Zen


  • You step out standing right in front of him
  • He greets you surprised
  • you happily greet him then he notices what you wearing
  • Zen is blushing nervously asking why you wear that
  • You assume he does not like it even when its very sexy
  • somehow it makes you sad you feel like you nothing compared to his handsomeness anyway
  • Your friend pokes at you and says its for a date
  • He then notices that friend being like WTF you have a date
  • With who -already ready to punch someone-
  • Not with that friend of yours their -looks doubtful at your friend even when its a same gender friend he can not be too careful-
  • You tell him no that’s just a friend your date is someone else
  • Then somehow hoping your friend asks him if he likes the outfit
  • -your friend knows you want to ask Zen out but you had no courage to do so just yet-
  • He gestures a bit around then tells you that that outfit is not good for a date
  • You are a bit sad over that and ask him if it really looks that bad on you
  • Zen says that not the issue while avoiding to look at you
  • That makes you suspicious so you wounder out loud if you not looking pretty
  • Zen stats thats not the issue at all while slightly looking at you
  • You are like huh? somehow end up standing in a way that reveals even more of your skin
  • Then Zen breaks tells you Nooooooooooo never ever wear that in public at all going on a date dressed like that will cause a commotion and all men are wolves after all
  • He dramatically covers you with his coat
  • Zen blushing at you
  • You say you will thing over what else to wear now but you also wonder if it makes sense now when Zen had no showed no real interest -you accidentally mumble that -
  • Zen is like wait a second
  • You want to go on a date with him , that is why you are dressing that
  • You quietly agree
  • Well now you have a date you will dress something cute and you still buy the outfit for private use



Yoosung

  • In front of you standing now the blushing mess mess -formally known as Yoosung
  • -Rip Innocent Yoosung-
  • He stutters a hi and asking you what you up too
  • your friend telling him you here to get a outfit for a date
  • A d-d-date ? -with someone else -
  • Yoosung stares at you not wanting to but he is unable to move
  • He trys his best to not die again he needs to know
  • With who ? He asks, he is kind of angry now.
  • You think he hates the outfit so you try to play it off
  • You tell Yoosung that you are just trying outfits on for the future
  • He is kind of relived
  • You ask him what he is thinking over the outfit
  • It should be obvious but you are blind
  • He trys to tell you as polite as possible that its not good for the public but manages to make it sound like it looks bad on you
  • Your friend then comes with something even more sexy to you
  • -how your friend found that you dont know-
  • Your friend asks Yoosung if he would like that one more
  • The image makes him unable to speak again
  • lucky for him you refuse
  • You pretty much say its useless to be even more sexy if he does not like the current one
  • -whoops you hope Yoosung did not hear that-
  • Yoosung wakes up from his trance
  • Huh wait what – his brain is putting the clues together he comes to a conclusion-
  • You dont mean the one you wanted to date is him o.o is it ???
  • Dressed like that… with him… … focus Yoosung …. focus…
  • You admit it telling him if he is not interested it okay for you -friend glares at you like wtf-
  • Their is nothing in the world he wants more but still like that no that will not work
  • You will dress something cute and still kill him on the date
  • will have sleepless nights because of that sexy outfit


Jaehee


  • Jaehee is rendered speechless
  • She asks politely why you dressed like that -some sort of costume maybe-
  • You try to avoid the answer your friend strait out tells her its for a date
  • You defend yourself right away since Jaehee is really not happy hearing this
  • You are only trying outfits on after all
  • She strait out tells you that would be not good for a date at all
  • You agree and ask her what she would recommend
  • Jaehee tells you it depends on the person and the place of the date.
  • She asks you about the person you want to ask
  • You avoid telling her any details but pretty much vaguely describe her
  • She does not get it she seems a bit upset for some reason
  • She tells you that something more classy would fit you then
  • You wounder why she sounds kinda cold now
  • She still offers you her help and your friend gets a bit shoved behind remarking how sexy suits you better.
  • Jaehee is not disagreeing but she is not comfortable with it either
  • Together with her you pick something else out you try it on and she likes it better
  • She hopes that your date will also like it
  • You spill the beans since she looks so sad now
  • You tell Jaehee that you wanted to ask her out and you say that you are sorry for not saying that right away
  • She agrees on having a coffee date with you


Jumin

  • Your friend convinced you he would loosen up with a sexy outfit
  • But as you now stand in front of the man he seems really not interested
  • He is actual even more distant now how was that possible
  • You know how he is regarding gold diggers and such people
  • He asks why you are dressed like that
  • You tell him you only trying some looks out
  • Your friend says its for a date
  • Is their anger in Jumins eyes oh shit how bad have you messed up -find out next episode lol-
  • You tell Jumin its only for future dates not now
  • He asks if there is someone you like then
  • You nervously try not to admit anything but he is very suspicious
  • Somehow you feel like you committed a crime
  • The more you talk around it the more the air feels with tension
  • Your friend trys to help you by telling Jumin that its more just in case of a date
  • That only confuses Jumin so you try changing the subject to cats
  • that works usely after all
  • but not this time he tells you that you not have to say anything he just concludes there is someone
  • He suggests that you change and dress more appropriate before more people notice you like that
  • You are agreeing not that was room for saying no
  • So you go and change back in your normal outfit
  • meanwhile Jumin talks – interrogates- your friend to get information over your potential crush
  • Your friend does its best but Jumin can be quite scary after all
  • So it comes down to a basic loose description of Jumin but since its pretty much how you see him he does not really get it
  • – I mean funny, generous and cute is not really what people describe him as -
  • So he is thinking really hard who fits to that traits …. Luciel maybe or Yoosung or that pretty boy no … your taste is not that bad
  • After you are done he is still thinking you ask him what is up
  • Her is kind of relived to see your normal outfit
  • Jumin says it suits you way better
  • You ask him half joking if that was a compliment
  • He says it was -the world stands still -
  • You are so surprised that you say it was not even necessary to get a new outfit for him then
  • Jumin looks at you half absentminded -processing data-
  • Wait you wanted to go out with him why did you not just asked then
  • You say you where afraid since you out of his class and all
  • He waves that off and invites you to dinner right away
  • You wounder if you really are dressed good enough for that
  • He says you are very nicely dressed so its all good



707

  • He blushes turns slightly away avoiding eye contact
  • You greet him and wounder right away if you look that bad
  • He makes awkward jokes that have nothing to do with the current situation
  • Also saying you should have a license to wear such thinks
  • He asks if you plan to go to a party dressed like that
  • You say no , your friend adds its for a date
  • good- wait whaaaaaaat he is confused
  • “a date you why, how ,who…. “
  • looks at your friend drawing wrong conclusions
  • before you can even say anything he looks away from you checking your friend out
  • He feels like that person is much better for you then he is
  • You tell him you are only trying some different thinks on with the help of your friend
  • So you don’t like that friend in that way ??
  • You say you don’t its just a good friend
  • is it good or bad the vote falls on good
  • 707 is kind of relived but now he needs to know more
  • but then again does he really want to know…
  • He is conflicted he is overheating so he just asks anyway if you are liking someone
  • You don’t really tell him since you are too embarrassed  
  • Your friend sees that this will lead no where at this rate so your friend just flat out says there is someone but that person is an idiot
  • You tell them to stfu that’s not true at all 707 is no idiot he is really smart
  • 707 just looks at you -707 error-
  • -Processor error must restart. Restart fail blue screen error. -
  • What… wait.. him  …no way there is no way you would like him
  • You must be joking you are broken……
  • After a heavy breath you admit its true you have a crush on him but you where to shy to ask him.
  • He still can not understand he tells you he is dangerous -insert 707 route here-
  • You say he is not and you really want to go out with him
  • 707 knows better but agrees anyway but you have to wear something else
  • You are agreeing

Well, I guess I have to do it then. -shrug-

This is happening! lol

Part 1 (x) In case you missed it ;)

Part 3 (x) Because some people- can’t even. (Pun, entirely, intended)

Prompt:

As they spiraled around and up the lava filled volcano, Classic dodged some on-coming flaming rocks that came out of it’s top, as Modern Sonic circled the stage upward.

Classic took the more direct but dangerous route, it was faster, but it also meant certain doom if he didn’t watch himself and act fast on reflex.

Jumping from rock to rock, he found that some were dummies or, in otherwords, would cause him to slide down and take longer.

At long last, Classic made it up before Modern, and as he looked behind him to double check his surroundings, he looked inside the volcano and gasped.

A metallic dragon was battling Amy, but she looked on her last few breathes, as she wearily swung her hammer before taking courage and jumping on it’s head, only to have it drop into the lava.

She screamed a moment, flailing her arms before something spin dashed into her, knocking her away from a devastating fall.

She hit the back of the volcano and passed out, as he slid down the rocky wall with one hand gripping the sliding rocks around him and the other trying to hold on to her.

Once down, he worried he may have hurt her, seeing scratches and other such injuries before he angrily turned to the dragon, as it sprayed up lava from it’s head coming up, the magma also formed the tight, flying flame rocks that would form due to their mass spiraling into a ball form.

So.. it was the dragon that made him loose so many rings and lives on that climb up here!

He clutched his fists, and began to fight it, kicking and spinning the rocks back at the head, before jumping on a spring conveniently located at the foot of the lava crevice-like dome before homing attacking the robotic eye when a spring would click out like a door, and the head would fall flat down.

After the boss battle, the dragon roared it’s head and slowly departed into the lava, shutting down and blasting an explosion that triggered the full revival of the volcano.

When Modern made it, he was shocked by the explosions, “Woah! Guess I missed all the fun.” he didn’t seem cheery about that, because he frowned with his teeth showing, looking for Amy above.

But it ended up that Amy was on the floor level with him, and he turned to finally see her, still limp on the ground.

He raced to her at once, as Classic Worriedly dodged sparks of fire burst from the mouth of the volcano, before turning around to look at the two.

Sonic, almost as if in disbelief of her condition, lightly rose a hand over to her face, lifting her head to tilt it toward him.

He then let it down gently and shook his fists so mightily, that even his head lowered with the tremor of the earth, but he barely noticed upon his own dread at not being there for her.

“What happened!?” Sonic spun to Classic, “You got here first. Spill!”

His frustrations came off aggressively, and Classic wasn’t gonna take any of that.

Surprised at first, he widened his eyes slightly and stepped back, almost like, ‘dude, chill.’ before his true attitude came through and he folded his arms, turning his head before seeming to explain himself with gestures, but clearly acting like it wasn’t a big deal.

In greater rage, Sonic reached forward and grabbed his younger self, who started kicking back as the two struggled on the ground.

“Don’t act you’re better than me!!! You hurt her!!!!”

Video game noises spat out from Classic, clearly not putting up with his modern’s deal and starting to fight him back, a stupid brotherly wrestle of punches and kicks unfolded, before the volcano really did start spitting up more and more lava, rising from it’s mouth, getting close to overflowing… near Amy!

Modern Sonic shoved his younger self’s head down, “For once, think more than yourself! You knocked her out, do you not get that?!” He lowered his head down to get the point across, but the two were letting off steam from the stress of everything they’ve had to go through so far.

Classic fought back, having his face smushed but cried out a growl of annoyance before arching and leaning his back so far that he tucked his hands over his head and under his shoulders.

He kicked up like a break dance move, and shoved Modern Sonic’s face all the way back down, having him completely unable to guard against that.

Classic, seeing Modern now face down on his back, leaned down with his hands on his hips, before performing his signature ‘win’ animation and then give the camera a wink and a thumbs up.

Sonic groaned, rolling his eyes as most of his anger was gone and lost by now…

Then worry struck.

“AMY!!!”

Shoving Classic off of himself, he rose up and started darting towards her.

Classic fell backwards but sprung up again, looking upset by that treatment as he sat down, before his tail was smeared with lava flow, and he leaped up in a firework of rings.

He rubbed his tail before turning to look at the lava so close to his head a moment ago, and gripped it, gulping.

They were distracted!

“Amy!” Sonic out stretched his hand but the earth beneath him had already melted away from where she lay…

“Darn!” he bite down before looking around, seeing the wall beside him was cleared from some rocks.

“Hmm..” He glared down, getting ready to jump as he seriously began to plan this daring rescue.

Jumping after gaining some speed on the now almost completely gone, rectangular earth piece, he jumped to the wall and scaled it, running along in a parkour style before spinning and flipping around, landing on Amy’s floating island.

The earth rocked and he almost fell in, but jumped forward to grab Amy, looking back to see her drap over his shoulder and the earth still a moment after flipping and rocking back and forth to balance itself.

Sonic looked up, half supporting himself with just one arm and the other up on his shoulder where Amy was.

He got up on his knees, looking back to Classic, who was now on a little island too.

“You got any bright ideas?” He looked calm, but his face showed he was a little worried, holding Amy now with both hands over one shoulder.

Classic looked down, his eyes shifting, before scrolling up to look around, and scanning possibilities.

He suddenly heard a roar beneath his feet, and lifted one comically, before smiling a huge open grin to Sonic.

He jumped up, spreading his legs as he put his fingers to his mouth, whistling.

This triggered the last remaining bits of energy left in the broken Dragon, as it started to roll it’s head up from beneath, it’s long neck pushing the lava up, and with it, the gang as well.

“Whaaaa!!” Modern Sonic cried out as they were lifted in a strange way up and out of the volcano, the Dragon breaking the surface with it’s blinking eye, about to flicker out, and half of itself destoryed in the explosion, causing it to twitch and have half it’s armor off, looking like a robotic skeleton.

Finally, the neck snapped and the flickering light of the dragon finally faded to nothingness as the dragon’s head fell to the depths of the remaining eruption.

Sonic jumped with Amy and then reached for his other, who gripped his hand and hung on from behind.

Modern Sonic got everyone down, but tripped over a sliding rock, something he had forgot was a thing in this stage, and the three tumbled the rest of the way down.

Falling flat on their faces except for Amy, the two shook their heads before looking up, seeing Amy roll off a cliff.

“AHHH!!” the two freaked out and charged, jumping off and racing down the cliff to grab her again.

“Why does this always happen!?” Modern Sonic, with eyes moving small and big in his panic, was referencing the fact that Amy couldn’t be safe for more than 5 minutes.

He grasped her arm and pulled her close before falling through the trees, Classic slicing his way through branches to make the fall not so painful, before letting them get caught by a his own hand.

Before then, Sonic had fully brought Amy over him, pushing her close, gripping her head to himself, and lowering his head. With eyes shut, he almost thought that could be the end, and a thought of prayer that Amy might at least make it skimmed his racing, adrenaline pumped, thoughts.

He reached up, looking for Classic and grabbed the hang, hearing him call out to do so.

The two swung and Sonic lifted a leg to push off a tree and land fairly decently.

He then immediately shot his head up, shaking Amy.

“Come on, come on! If that didn’t wake you up, then what will!?”

She lay motionless, as Classic hopped down, and slowly walked over to her.

“…This… this doesn’t make any sense.” Sonic started to look around on the ground, leaning back as if defeated. “She can’t… she couldn’t be that far out of it. Why is she not… What… mmm.” he swallowed hard, fear crippling his words, as he suddenly felt a deep feeling of loss and anguish wash over him.

So immediate was this tangible emotion that it gripped his chest and made it hard for him to breathe.

“..Amy…” he barely got the words out, it was so faint, as he slowly lowered her to the ground. “What have I done..?” he put his hand over his face, hiding any reading the audience could give as to his emotions.

He lowered his head as he hovered over her, before Classic looked to him, seeing something he never thought he woudl see in himself.

Weakness.

But this was more pure, more holy almost, the way he dealt with deep sorrow and pain.

Classic looked down to Amy then.

A angelic look of non-existence…

He bent down and put his head up to her mouth and nose, closing his eyes to listen.

She was breathing.

He looked back up to himself, as if not understanding.

Why was he so wrought with pain when she was still okay?

Classic pulled her a little from under him, as Modern turned to peek through his fingers, just trying to breathe right.

He lowered his hand when he saw Classic lightly stroking the middle ridge between her eyes.

He waited, not sure what he was thinking…

Classic then lightly stroked her ears, and looked for a response.

“…L…Little me..” Sonic was about to scold a bit, thinking it weird before the gentle touch actually stirred her.

Classic tilted his head, before smiling.

Modern looked amazed.

“Not even… that ruckus… woke her up but… that… that did?” He was still finding it hard to catch his breath, but couldn’t help and chuckle and shake his head down at that truth.

He reached and pushed off his raised knee, getting up as he walked over, getting his communicator, clicking it on.

“Tails, I need readings on Amy’s condition. Think you can get that off her tracker?”

Classic, almost having fun with this game, lightly ‘boop’d her nose.

“Emmm..mmm..” she slowly twitched, gently as if in a deep sleep, but her body was truly sore and her dress tattered.

She really did get a slam force on that spin dash, but in Classic’s defense, he was only trying to save her life.

Classic’s smile turned a smirk, as he raised his eyebrows to look back at Modern, wondering…

If he’d get mad…

“Right. Heart rate? That’s good, I guess.Critical for anything? Wow… she can take a hit. I-I mean I always knew THAT b-b-but still-!…” he was facing his back to the two, but grew nervous for some reason.

“Thanks, Tails. I’ll bring her back as soon as I can for further recovery.” he clicked the communicator off, turning around.

His quills bristled at the sight.

Classic Sonic was laying, completely chillaxed, right beside her; gently he flicked his fingers over her bangs and got her to turn her head more towards him, and opened his arms for the embrace as he held her head, turning his face to the side and closing his eyes, lowering his head before blinking up at Sonic.

Ohh… he was asking for it…

“Ehem.” Modern Sonic folded his arms, and looked ticked. “And what, do you suppose, does that look like?” he raised an eyebrow, tilting his head.

Classic cozied on up more to her, scooting himself, before smirking more mischievously as he flicked his finger under her chin, then gave Modern Sonic a look.

“Quit it!” Modern shot his arms down, and reached to remove him.

Classic dodged the swipe for him and raced off, before turning around mocking him with his hand on his nose like, ‘You can’t catch me! Sucka!’. He then reverted to acting like he was holding and loving on Amy, before sticking a finger in his mouth and hacking, showing he hated the idea of it all before fanning his older self as if saying, ‘Nasty, nasty! Gross, gross, gross! I’d never!’. He turned his head and squinted an eye in disgust, accusing his older self of liking her a little too much than just regular old fondness.

Sonic bent down by Amy, before glaring at Classic’s tauntings, lowering his head with a deep, serious look of annoyance.

He then picked Amy up, carefully, and looked her over to make sure she was okay.

He nodded when he figured it could all be something that could heal, given the right amount of time.

“Phew~ No broken bones.”

Classic mimicked a broken heart.

Sonic twitched, before looking away, then down back at her, as if ashamed again.

“…” he moaned a sigh, looking away and walking off before taking off in a sprint.

Classic, confused on him not responded, was baffled a moment before something terrifying skimmed his thoughts.

He gripped his head and started hitting his feet on the ground, making annoyed sounds of disapproval.

What if he was in love!?

The thought made him grip his throat, shaking his head, as if he’d rather be DEAD than love Amy Rose!

-Later in game~-

Sonic returned to the HQ only to hear that Amy had left without anyone knowing, and in great anger he tried to storm off and search for her, thinking her foolish for doing another stupid mission on her own again, but was stopped by the team.

Having a long debate, it was convincing to see that the team were going to hold him home, and wait the night out for her to come back.

Upset, and under the impression she was truly avoiding him, Sonic tossed and turned in his bed, thinking of ways to get passed his ‘guard dogs’ outside, before suddenly becoming very sleepy.

Unknown to Sonic, his drink was given a sleeping remedy, and he flickered his eyes out, his last thoughts on running to find Amy again.

Later that night, as Classic slept on the floor with an arm over his head, he heard Sonic’s Miles-Electric in his room turn on, flickering and making some phone ringing sound.

He yawned, before getting up and wiping his eyes, seeing his other had slept in, but not knowing he wasn’t stirred because of the powerful dosage given him.

He yawned and got up, clicking the answer button he had learned how to do and watched as the screen was black, and looked puzzled at it.

He tilted his head.

“….Hello?”

It was so gentle. So faint.

He recognized it at once, but turned to see she had turned off her video chat, and it was only her voice he could hear.

He looked around, confused as to why, but tapped the screen to try and indicate he was still there.

“…Sonic?”

He raised his hands in frustration, clearly unable to communicate if she couldn’t SEE him.

He looked around the screen, before clicking his video on, and seeing a small square where it showed his face.

He smiled widely, glad he could figure out this strange, futuristic device, and proudly moved his shoulders side to side in a little happy movement.

“..Oh? Classic?” She giggled, “I wasn’t expecting you..”

Her voice was like a sigh, and Classic was surprised it was so soft. Usually, it had quite a force behind it.

He tilted his head, trying to hear what was around her, and hopefully get an idea of where she could be.

Forest? There was a lot of bugs… maybe if an owl hoot’d he’d be more precise on WHERE or WHICH forest…

But nope. There was only a breath released that sounded like weary exhaustion, and he picked the device up to sit down where he was laying, letting her speak, he guessed.

I… I was kind of hoping to go to voicemail.” she admitted.

What was voicemail?

Classic made a face, turning his mouth to the side.

She giggled, apparently seeing it in the dark lit room, since the light of the screen was bright enough a green to see.

He stared into the darkness, wondering why he couldn’t see her, and looked around to try and indicate he wanted too.

He tapped the screen again.

Sorry.. I… I’d rather not…” she admitted, but then continued with another soft inhale.

I need.. some time.”

Well, we all do.

Sonic made another, more insensitive face, not putting up with Amy’s crappy excuses.

He mimed how his older self really didn’t like her avoiding him, and how he really wanted to talk with her about why she was acting this way.

He then mimed Metal Sonic, using his fingers to push his eyes wider and stare into the camera, trying to reflect Metal’s red eyes as a prominent indicator that that’s what he was talking about.

“...So you heard..

He shook his head, looking back at the screen, a little more innocently.

Not all of it… but you heard, still. Which means…”

He heard too.”

Classic Sonic was growing upset and easily frustrated with all these stalling, secretive codes that he couldn’t catch on to.

Spill it, lady!

Classic Sonic tapped the screen harder, pouting to reflect a more physical look of impatience.

She giggled again, “Not now… but soon. I need to… I just need to be alone right now.

Classic Sonic thought about Modern, and slowly rose his head to the bed, remembering…

He looked tenderly back to the screen, and gathering strength, he closed his eyes and licked his lips.

“…You hate being alone…”

She was surprised, guessing by the mini-gasp he heard from her, that he could talk.

Cool guys only speak when dramatic effect is maximized.

And you have too. He winked to the audience.

Heh.” she turned on the video.

Looking down, he noticed she was laying down, her face on her side and half hidden, but noticed the tree roots on the ground she was around.

He quickly scanned the area, before looking over her to make sure she was okay.

She seemed fine.

I don’t know how to say this but...” she smiled lightly, before deep despair showed on her face, and she looked away.

Just tell Sonic… Tell him… I never meant to… to…” she sighed, “I’m sorry.” she closed down the Miles-Electric as she seemed about to cry.

Classic Sonic freaked, clicking the buttons and trying to turn his ‘show’ back on before looking upset.

Why are girls so fond of leaving everything in a conversation open for interpretation that will never be gotten?

He smashed his head on the device, groaning…

The next morning, he was much more willing to search for Amy then last time, and gestured two thumbs to himself, stating through the gesture to trust him. He knows a good forest where tree roots grow large and above ground…

A list of why Tifa Lockhart is a Goddess

Like I promised, I have decided to write this after discovering a post I made about 4 years ago on the same topic: Reasons Why I love Tifa Lockhart. I find the previous post superficial - focusing mostly on trivial and irrelevant factors that don’t reflect actual judgement of Tifa as a character (We do this mistake all the time - basing every little thing about FFVII on the LTD!). It was also made out of blurred childhood memories and lack of understanding on who Tifa actually is (I was highly dependent on A/C and beyond). So hopefully this post will give a much better picture of this Tifa love that some of us are having! I probably will be repeating the same points as I often did when i talk about Tifa but at least this will be a much better reflection. And the Tifa Lockhart tag needs a positive addition.

This will be a long post. Brace yourselves. 

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An Analysis of Leone Abbacchio

Alright, we all know Abbacchio doesn’t like Giorno at all. Most of the time we brush it off as Abbacchio being a bitch, but I see it as something more.

As we know, Abbacchio is Bruno’s best friend rather than being his second-hand (which is Fugo’s place.) Abbacchio isn’t known for being the friendliest of the bunch, due to his downward look on life because of his past. Either he’s known Buccellati for a long time or Bruno found him himself. I’m going with the last one because it would explain Abbacchio’s undying loyalty towards Bruno and following him without qualm.

However, when Giorno joins the gang, all that is taken away as Bruno focuses on Giorno and his plan to take down the boss. Abbacchio agrees with the plan, but he doesn’t like Giorno himself. Bruno gets all buddy-buddy with Gio and we see Abbacchio left out all during Part 5. Bruno doesn’t interact with him other than commanding him to use Moody Blues.

As you can see, that really takes a toll on a person. If you take Abba’s problem of him thinking he’s a failure and his resentment of Giorno, it’s bound to be a bad mix. I understand how Abbacchio feels, and I think a lot of us have felt that way before. Abbacchio is the third wheel to Bruno and Giorno.

Also, one last reason Abbacchio might hate Giorno; he sees too much of his young partner in him to stomach. Giorno is a young boy; 15 years old. I assume that Abba was about 18 around the time of the incident and his partner was younger than him, around 15-16 I’m guessing. To see a young man like Giorno in his determination and selflessness is too much for Abbacchio to handle. Giorno would metaphorically take a bullet for his gang members, just as Abbacchio’s partner did for him. Giorno taking the path down a dangerous route like he did worried Abbacchio, but after his past, his worrying comes out as resentment.

Abbacchio is actually a deep character and his stand shows us so, with him being so physically imposing, but his stand rewinds memories which isn’t the ability you think of when you first see him. While I enjoy his depiction in the fan base as a petty wine mom, you have to think of why he is a petty wine mom.

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ficmas day 2: bellarke hogwarts au

i’m a day late but whatever. I hope you appreciate my trash <3

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4th year

“Griffin.”

“Blake.”

“How’s the head?” he asks, cocking his own to the side, “Did your tiara break?”

“It’s still in one piece, don’t fret,” she simpers, “How’s the bruised ego?”

“I’ll live.”

They’re interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat, and turn to find Professor Indra with her arms crossed and looking like she rather be anywhere else but here.

“Wands please,”she says. It’s not mandatory to confiscate wands during detention, but the last time someone left Bellamy and Clarke in room together unsupervised, they almost destroyed greenhouse four.

They hand it over with little pomp and circumstance, but Clarke can be seen pouting a little as Indra pockets them within her robes. In return they get a bottle of cauldron cleaner, some scrubbing brushes, and gloves.

“I’ll be back in two hours. Do try not to kill each other,” she says wryly before locking the door with a ‘snick.’

For a moment the two of remain on either side of of the classroom, sizing up the other. Finally, Clarke cracks first, saying, “I bet I can finish more cauldrons than you.”

Bellamy snorts. “Princess isn’t afraid of chipping a nail?” he taunts, and she huffs prissily, throwing a pair of gloves at his chest.

“Suit up, Blake,” she says, “Winner gets the Charms’ section library table for the rest of the term.”

He slides the gloves on. “Deal,” he replies before grabbing the bottle of cleaner and holding it out of her reach. “Prepare to lose, Griffin.”

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If I Live

Legolas Greenleaf x Reader

A/N: Ah, yes, the first Lord of the Rings imagine. Well, let me know how it turned out. On a side note, I’m mainly going off of book descriptions, that’s why Legolas has gray eyes and not blue.


Laughter echoed around the mist like a mocking call, the noise setting your nerves alight. Unconsciously, you wrapped the green cloak around your body, holding it to you like armor. It had been days since you’d seen light, days since you’d seen anything but the dark smaug of the unnatural atmosphere.

Time was an illusion in this part of the world you found yourself in. No longer did it flow steadily, only endlessly and quickly. You didn’t sleep- couldn’t, really- the creatures lurking in the darkness too much of a distraction to allow your mind to be put at ease. It didn’t really matter though, sleep would only delay you. You had to get to Helm’s Deep before the army arrived.

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real talk though:

sinnoh remakes??? or……….sinnoh sequels

No More Knocking

Y/N hummed softly to herself as she wrung out the excess water from her hair, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around her body. Padding barefoot across the bathroom, she ignored the fogged up mirror and walked back out into the bedroom.

Her overnight bag was open on the bed, contents strewn across half of it, since she had been too exhausted to deal with it when her and Joe had finally stumbled to their separate beds late last night, which was more like early this morning.

She smiled as she recalled her best friend stumbling into the wall as he bid her goodnight, and now she shook her head adoringly. After finding some clothing to wear for the day, Y/N went to untuck her towel, allowing it to fall to the ground.

And that was when the door flung open.

“Are you awake yet, you la-“ Joe stopped mid sentence as she spun around, hands moving to cover herself. His eyes widen before he brings a hand up to cover them quickly.

“GET OUT!” She screamed, closing her own eyes, feeling her entire body flush with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” She could hear Joe rambling on, and then a brief thud as he walked into the doorframe, clearly his eyes were still covered. “Shit, ow. Sorry! I’m gone. Sorry.”

A moment later she heard the door click shut, and Y/N peeked her eyes open, seeing that she was once again alone in the room.

Letting out a groan, she flopped back onto the bed, pulling the blanket over and around her still naked body.

That was awkward. She thought to herself, flinging her arm over her face.


Y/N lay there for a while longer, before deciding it was time to face her best friend. So after getting dressed and throwing her wet hair into a messy bun, she slowly made her way out of the guest bedroom and into the house, searching for him.

Joe was sprawled across the couch in the living room, remote in hand as he searched the TV for something to watch. When he noticed her walk in to the room, he grinned over at her, although there was a small blush on his cheeks as well.

“I see you decided to cover up.”

“Piss off.” She grumbled, flopping onto the other side of the couch, pulling her legs up and under her.

“Awe, don’t be like that!” Joe’s focus had shifted from the TV to her, and Y/N could feel her entire body warm under his gaze.

“Haven’t you ever heard of bloody knocking?!” He simply shrugged, that stupid grin still on his face.

“Didn’t think I had to with you.”

“Well, clearly you do.”

Joe stared at her for another moment longer, she could feel his eyes on her, but she refused to meet his gaze.

“If it helps, it wasn’t a bad view.”

“Just…pick a movie.”

He laughed but did as told, yet his words kept rattling through her mind.


And throughout the rest of the day, Joe insisted on teasing her about it. Each time he entered a room that she was already in, he made sure to loudly announce it before doing so. For a while, Y/N was still awkward and embarrassed, but as the day went on, she relaxed and started to laugh along with Joe.

But one thing she noticed was the few times she would catch him, simply put, checking her out. She was wearing one of his old jumpers, and some pj shorts, because they hadn’t bothered to leave the house, therefore comfy clothes were a must, and she didn’t bother with make up, but still. Joe continually was checking her out. And Y/N wondered if he was remembering what he saw this morning, seeing that instead of her.

It was much later in the evening, and she was walking from the kitchen to the living room, their dinner on two plates in her hands. She looked up from one of the plates to see Joe sat on the couch, his eyes on her once again.

Needing to know what was going through his mind, Y/N stopped where she was, cocking her hip as she stared him down. Realizing that something was happening, he blinked and looked up at her.

“Why do you keep doing that?” She questioned.

“Doing what?”

“Staring at me.”

“I’m not staring.”

“And now you’re lying.”

“Can I have my dinner please? I’m hungry.”

“No,” Y/N shook her head. “Not until you explain to me what is going on with you today. I get it, you saw me naked. Whoop dee doo. You’ve seen Caspar naked plenty of times, and I’m sure you’ve seen the other boys as well. But you never act different around them. So why me?”

“If I answer, do I get my food?” Joe questioned back, sitting forward so his arms rested on his knees.

“Yes, as long as you’re honest.”

“Fine. Being honest.” He sighs, hands splayed in front of him. “I’ve never acted different around the guys after seeing them because I’ve never been attracted to them. There. Can I have my food now?”

“Uhm, yeah. Of course.” Moving forward slowly, she handed him his plate, placing her own down on the coffee table. Her mind tried to wrap around what Joe said, and she ended up pushing most of her food around the plate instead of actually eating any.


“And now I’ve made things weird, haven’t I?” He groaned, leaning back against the couch, his dinner left forgotten on the table.

“What? No..not weird.” Y/N tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, leaving her dinner as well to turn to him. “Just…really?”

“Are you serious?” Joe turned his head to look at her. “Y/N, you are gorgeous. I tell you that all the time.”

“I just figured it was because you’re my best friend, and that’s what best friends do.”

“I mean I guess,” He shrugged. “But I also meant it. And then seeing you today…” He trailed off as his cheeks turned red. “Well, I won’t lie. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“I figured..you’ve been staring a lot.”

“Sorry.”

“Are you though?”

“No.” Joe answered honestly, looking into her eyes. Y/N nods as they fall silent, a heated tension growing between them.

“So you like what you saw then?” She finally asks, smirking.

“It has been very difficult to focus today, let’s just put it that way.” He responded, his hand sneaking across the space between them for hers.

“Hmm…and yet all you’ve done is tease me.” She lets his fingers lace through hers, still focusing on his face.

“It was either that or kiss you. Figured teasing was safer.” Y/N felt her breath catch at his words.

“Well, you’ve taken the safe route.” She mumbled, shifting forward on the couch. “Want to try the dangerous route now?”

“Gods yes.” Joe replied, meeting her half way, their lips connecting in a kiss that had been building throughout the whole day.

After they pulled apart a few moments later, he smirked at her. “I hope you know that this means I’m never knocking again.”

“Good.” She told him, pulling him closer for another kiss.

I imagine Han’s proposal to Leia went something along the lines of this:

Han is doing is best to prepare his idea of a nice romantic evening for the two of them. He’s to set off on a dangerous route of transport the next day, and knows this will be his last chance for a while to ask the princess’s hand. He’s quite nervous for the awaited moment, and, as a result, is very cross with Chewie. There’s much yelling of meaningless insults and griping about “WHY CAN’T WOOKIES COOK?!?!” (Chewie is very understanding and does his best to help)

Anyways, the evening comes, but Leia is mad at Han for taking off yet again while she has to stay behind, and they get into a big argument over the fact that she never knows when or if he’s coming back. There’s callous remarks and aggressive tones all around, laced with an abundance of sarcasm and snark.

In the heat of the quarrel, when stubbornness is at its peak and tempers are raging, Han just blurts out, “Well, marry me then!”

Leia thinks he’s just fooling about again and, eyes flashing dangerously, she retorts, “Han, I’m serious!”

“So am I!” Comes the hostile reply, before he softens, the reality of what’s been said sinking in with them both. “Marry me, Leia,” He replies softer. “Then you’ll know I’m coming back to you.”

Me, Pointlessly attempting to predict the rest of Star s2

i’m gonna sit here and at most attempt to predict what these new episodes may be about or what might happen in them.

Then when they premiere, we can see just how badly i screwed up or how well i did.

Mon 2/6 – 215A – “Raid the Cave”

to me, this one sounds alot easier to make implications about. I’d say this would be Star and Marco searching the cave Ludo was hiding in (Buff frog might be with them this episode).

Ludo will more than likely already be gone, but we might get details on his plan or what he’s up to.

Tue 2/7 – 215B – “Trickstar”

Star probably doing something that’s up to no good.

Why?  the episode is clearly a take on Trickster, and the definition of a trickster is:

So for those of you concerned about Star becoming evil or doing bad things….well…this episode might a little scary to you.


Wed 2/8 – 216A – “Baby”

I have no idea XD

This title is just so vague and simple it’s hard to really say anything else then “It probably has to do with a baby in some way”

Maybe someone becomes a baby? Maybe someone’s gonna have a baby?

that’s literally all i can say about this one for now.


Thu 2/9 – 216B – “Running with Scissors”

Adam’s favorite voice work episode.

Probably something to do with using the Dimensional scissors, like maybe going crazy with them and exploring all kinda of new worlds and getting into alot of trouble for using them so much.

maybe something bad happens to the scissors?

the term of “Running With Scissors” refers to doing something dangerous and stupid.

Mon 2/13 – 217A – “Mathmagic”

Math, math and magic.

IDK, maybe it has to do with star being bad at school, and using magic to solve her homework problems?

might learn another lesson about not using magic for everything.

Tue 2/14 – 217B – “The Bounce Lounge”

Valentine’s day!!

There’s actually a rumor going round that this episode might be a tomco episode due to early art of Tom and Marco being in the Bounce Lounge together (Made by a storyboard artist) and a tip from Instagram.

If this is true, then this might be about Tom trying to be more social, and Marco trying to help him make friends and feel comfortable in his own skin considering we’ve seen this place and it kinda seems like a dimensional club.

 If not, then there isn’t much else i can assume besides the fact that we’re going to the Bounce Lounge. :P

((Friend-Enemies Airing on National Boyfriend Day, and This (If it really is tomco) airing on Valentine’s day makes me wonder if the crew is trying to imply something))


Wed 2/15 – 218A – “Crystal Clear”

The Term of seeing something “Crystal Clear”, is to see something perfectly clear : able to be seen through completely

You understand something completely, basically.

So i’m assuming this will be about one character learning to understand something or learning something and therefore understand abother thing in it’s entirety.

 Also might be in a crystal kinda dimension.


Thu 2/16 – 218B – “The Hard Way”

The Term of “Doing things the hard way”, means that after trying the simplest solution to your problem, and failing, it’s time to take a harder route to solve it.

Not much else to say besides that it’ll probably be a bout a character trying to achieve something but failing, only to take a extremely desperate and dangerous route in order to achieve it.


Mon 2/20 – 219A – “Heinous”

Ms Heinous is back!! ((It’s about time))

Can’t say much more then that since i have no idea what she’s up to next, but we’ll probably have some more princess marco moments, some feels, and might learn why Miss Heinous has cheek marks and if she has any kind of relation to Star.


Tue 2/21 – 219B – “All Belts are Off”

Clearly a play on the term : “All bets Are Off”

which is defined as:

So, it’s about belts and unpredictability.

Maybe Star and Marco find belts that cause issues or have magic powers?

Or this has something to do with Marco and Karate again, as he tries to earn his next belt.

(We do have yet to see Jeremy again, and since he’s in the intro we know he’s gonna be in an episode)

Best guess is it’s Karate related in some fashion, and Marco is worried what might happen.


Wed 2/22 – 220A – “Collateral Damage”

Collateral Damage is defined as:

That’s not a good sign.

I think there isn’t much to say except someone (Or something) in the episode is really gonna have a tough time, whether it’s physical or mental.


Thu 2/23 – 220B – “Just Friends”

Everyone is flipping out over this title.

But if you’re like me, you don’t trust anything about this show.

The crew is full of trolls, and it’s just like them to make you think one way and do another.

if this is indeed about two people becoming “Just Friends”, then i can only see a few possibilities:

  • Star And Marco: They learn to value their friendship more, and decide instead of putting their friendship at risk, they continue to stay good friends.
  • Jackie and Marco: Breaking up and becoming just friends? But honestly i feel like that’s the most obvious thing to assume about this episode and i don’t think you’d wanna announce something like that in the episode title -_- (Typically breakups in TV shows are unexpected, and this would be the equivalent of announcing it to the world and ruining any surprise of when or if they break up). I have more doubts about this one being these two, but i guess anything is possible. ((Unless they broke up the ep before this and this episode is the aftermath of it, i don’t see this being about them))
  • Star and Tom: Because i didn’t forget tom existed. This could be about them becoming friends again, and finally getting over their past relationship. We might learn a bit about their dating life, their relationship in general, and we might actually have a really touching scene between them.
  • Literally anyone else, this could be about Janna and Oskar for all i know. Maybe someone who likes someone else is dealing with rejection?

That is my best assumption, will probably be a very ship related episode unless the title is misleading.


Mon 2/27 – 221 – “Face the Music”

Typically a term that means: 

Someone’s about to be busted.

My best assumption is that Star will end up doing something that will end up hurting someone else.

Like maybe Marco will figure out she’s been using negative magic at him and realize she’s upset at him or something is wrong.

or maybe something bad will happen to mewni, and it’ll be due to Star’s actions.

Either way, not going to end well.

(Might involve singing)


Mon 2/27 – 222 – “Starcrushed”


Last episode of the season oh boy.

Well…

we know it’s gonna kill us, that’s for sure.

the name sounds as if Star will either fully realize her crush or be crushed herself by something (Maybe the realization that Marco just likes her as a friend)

That is really all i can assume about this episode, and since it’s the finale, you know it’s gonna be one wild ride of emotions.



Other characters, things, scenes we might have in these episodes:

  • Moon Butterfly
  • Info about Moon’s past.
  • Toffee
  • Info about Toffee’s past
  • Tom
  • Janna
  • Jeremy
  • Buff Frog
  • Epic Wand Fight between Star and Ludo
  • Weird Al was said to have a role this season, so he’s in one of these eps.
  • Finding out who is speaking to Ludo in the wand
  • Character development for jackie
  • Jackie and Star relationship drama, might become friends.
  • Oskar
  • Anything Tom and Star related
  • New Villains
  • Mewni being in peril
  • Star doing evil things
  • Eclipsa
  • info on Eclipsa’s past
  • Learning why Marco likes people in the bathroom with him while he showers (We were promised an answer on that dammit)
  • Starfan13
  • Ponyhead
  • Tom and Marco moments
  • Star and Janna Moments
  • New Relationships
  • New Worlds
  • Star’s possibly fixed wand?
  • Learning Toffee’s plan.
  • Jarco dating
  • Songs
  • Hugs
  • Glossaryck, being saved or harmed
  • Ferguson and Alfonso? Maybe?

thanks for reading!!!

Watch as i’m totally wrong about all of these

anonymous asked:

riley looks super cool and i cant believe i havent asked this before but whats his deal?

Got a few asks about this android kid. He has one of the most developed stories compared to my other characters! A bit messed up though. Just a bit. 

This old post is like a quick outline of what’s down below: [x]

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angryonabus  asked:

Hera Adaar has a great sense of direction, but never quite got the hang of reading maps otherwise. As a result, she usually charges directly towards her goal, even when that leads her straight up a cliffside (or, once, memorably, straight over the edge of a cliff), even in the presence of clearly marked paths and roads. This has led to more than one joke about her being part mountain-goat.

Stacy doesn’t like to take the same route too many times in a row ((partially because she’s a little suspicious, and partially because she’s a jerk and does what she wants)). 
Doesn’t matter if it’s the only safe route through a mountain pass, she’ll take it once and then either chance a more dangerous route, or go around altogether.

Tell me a fact about your oc and I will respond with a semi-related fact about mine

“ My name is Mahader Tesfai. I am an African from Eritrea. I grew up in the Bay Area and reside in Oakland, California.

My father named me Mahader. At the time of my birth he was away fighting as a soldier in the Eritrean resistance while my mother raised my brother and I. Not knowing if he would return alive, he named me Mahader which in the language of Tigrinya means a book of record detailing the important facts of ones life. It also means the village of ones residence, in the language of Tigre. My father named me Mahader in hopes that he would return to the village of his birth and if not that his first-born child would be a living document of his life.

I am an artist. I create paintings and illustrations utilizing found objects, color, line work, repetition, surrealism, and symbolism to affirm the nuanced beauty and complexity of African identities and communities, whether in diaspora or in their homelands.

My sources of inspiration as an artist are constantly shifting but are rooted in the African traditionalist and modernist art forms. I love the history, functionality, abstraction, and aesthetic quality of African sculpture. Other inspirations I draw from include the geometry of Ibrahim El Salahi, line work of Elizabeth Catlett, composition of Romare Bearden, the prolificity of Jean- Michel Basquiat, the political motivation of the Black Arts Movement, and the Afro-Futurism expressed in the music of artist like Drexciya and Mick Jenkins.

Currently, my inspiration is derived from the activist work of young Black radicals in the United States and the relationships I’ve developed over the years with artists through collaborative art projects such as the Home Away From Home Project and currently with the Matatu Film Festival.

As a child of Eritrea, born in a refugee camp in Kassala, Sudan, my story is that of diaspora and a relationship to internal and external displacement. Although I have been in the United States most of my life my relationship to the refugee experience is still lived.

My story is not that of Eritrean youth fleeing now, who are risking and evading extended military conscription, death at the hands of desert heat, human trafficking [for the purposes of forced labor, sexual exploitation, organ harvesting, etc.], capsizing boats in the Mediterranean, and countless other dangers in route to [and even after arriving to] Europe or the United States.

But we are connected as a people through bloodlines, phone calls, financial support, emotional support, our shared histories of mass exodus, our vulnerabilities to systems of oppression, our resistance, our mobility, our understanding that Anti-Blackness is a global system, and our exclamation that Black Lives Matter everywhere in the world.

My current work incorporates overlapping faces, text, and symbols with a strong emphasis on lines. These pieces are playing with the idea of individual and shared identity and language. In one piece multiple characters might be sharing eyes, nose, lips, etc. My use of overlapping faces and sometimes bodies, for me, means a variety of things: I’m expressing the multiplicity of identities that exist in one person, the interconnectedness [spiritual, familial, etc.] between people, and the intersection of these realities.

The images in my art work, vary in terms of whom they represent. Certain paintings are representations of specific peoples and moments in history; while other pieces represent people in diaspora and are referencing communities throughout the world and throughout time that are descended from Africa.

Identity and perception are very salient/powerful parts of my life. As a Black man in the United States I am often times viewed and subsequently targeted as a threat with multiple negative tropes attached to me. My art is a rejection of these one-dimensional views of Blackness that are so prevalent in the world. My art is a meditation and celebration of Blackness. We are beautifully nuanced, colorful, multi-dimensional, overlapping, interconnected, and our history is rooted in love and struggle.”

A Scarecrow's Heart [Luciel Choi/Reader][au]

Fandom: Mystic Messenger,
Pairing: Luciel Choi/Reader [you]
Summary: After being sent away by the munchkins, you have a chance encounter with the great and magnificent scarecrow, Luciel! You were still confused why a scarecrow needed glasses, though.
Part one of the “Road to Mint City” series, maybe??? Read A/N at end.

Holla @ my other MYSME fics:
It Was With You [Saeran Choi/Reader]
You’re With Me [Saeran Choi/Reader]
Together With You [Saeyoung Choi/Reader]
Under Your Spell [Jumin Han/Reader]
Regular Visitor [V/Reader]
Cherishing the Moment [Zen/Reader]

A/n: Just to point out, this isn’t really a crossover of the Wizard of Oz, I’m just using some elements from it in the story. I took Kyrie from Ozmafia!! and Autumn Embrace by Peter Gundry as inspiration for this.

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