When asked to consider Steven’s finest moments, I was overwhelmed by images. Heores and villains. Battles and beauty. Monsters and children. Then I realised that I’d only got as far as 20 minutes into The Empty Child -round about the joke about Marxism and West End musicals - and had to sit down for a cup of tea.
I think, as fans, we can focus on the detail - Mondasian Cybermen! - at the risk of missing the bigger picture. That picture being, in Steven’s case, that we’ve just seen one of the greatest sci-fi body-horror thriller action-adventure romances (plus comedy) of our entire lives, beamed on to our TVs for less than 10p, written by a world-class master of his craft who’s now so in command of his talent, he’s riffing on ephemera from 1966 and turning it into gold, whisky, sex, whatever turns you on best. We truly do not know how lucky we are to have a man of this calibre writing our favourite show.
Since leaving Doctor Who, I’m approached, now and then, by strangers who remember my withered husk from Doctor Who Confidential. There’s a glint in their eye as they say, “What d’you think of it now?” An awful lot of those people are dying for me to trash it. I think, genuinely, they’re trying to achieve an intimacy. I think, nastily, they want me to say something bad so they can take it online and have some strange sort of fun. And when I say, “I love it!” they often think I’m lying.
I love it. I love every episode the man’s written. I love the other episodes he’s rewritten and I think few people know how many that is. I love the detail, I love the scale, I love the people, I love the jokes. I love the fact that Steven himself is quite down on The Beast Below. The whole of the UK on a spaceship? The whole of the UK is a spaceship? I’d retire there and then, complete. Nope, for him, it just wasn’t good enough.
I love the man, in truth, I love his mind, I love his standards, I love his rigour, his darkness, his kindness, his ambition, his love of TV. I love the man who wrote the very last line of Coupling, which shows what a lovely human being he is.
I love his women. Consider, in bad fiction, which is most fiction, how women’s roles, which have suffered so many years of neglect that they can be summarised as ‘women’s roles’, fall into the same old categories. They are reduced to the Mother, the Wife, the Daughter, the Bride. Agents of sex and childbirth, nothing more.
But then look at what Steven does with those categories. The Bride stands tall at her reception - literally in her wedding dress - and summons the Doctor back itno existence with an Old Maid’s rhyme. When the Bride has a Daughter, it’s a vital part of a galaxy-spanning revenge. The Daughter then becomes the Wife, a woman of such swagger and joy and tenderness, the Time Lord finally falls in love. We’re not done yet. A lesser category pops up, the Dominatrix, complete with eye-patch, but don’t worry, the Bride who’s the Mother of the Daughter who’s the Wife kills her stone dead! Then a lesbian travels the universe and everyone adores her. And nestling at the heart of the show is Doctor Who’s very own problem category, the Companion, a title inherently subordinate to the Man. Until Clara comes along! Companion to every single moment in the Doctor’s life. A woman so strong that in her first appearance, and her last, Death itself cannot stop her. A decade before Wonder Woman, Steven started weaving his own vast female mythology across the stars, in a funny old children’s show on Saturday teatimes.
I could mansplain all day, but the other thing I love in Steven’s writing is the complexity. I’ve heard some tiny, distant rumours that some people might have a problem with that. But I think it’s the very thing that will ensure Doctor Who’s logevity. You see, in the old days, us older fans fell in love with this show because it was porous. It had gaps. It was cheap, it was rushed, it was lovely and brave and unapologetic, using three walls in Lime Grove to create an entire Dalek invasion of Earth. All those gaps allowed us in. We imagined the offstage armies. We embraced the wobbles and bumps. If Sutekh had a secret hand on his cushion, we hooted, or invented a reason why (Clara!). But we either imagined it better, or saw how good it was underneath. Which is exactly like falling in love.
Now, the modern show has a lot more money. You can see those armies centre-stage. Gallifrey is so gorgeous, it has a spare city. Cyber-fleets can explode behind Rory’s head as a throwaway joke. And sometimes, a lossy show allows the mind the slide off. But Steven has created a brand-new porous surface. He invites us into the plots. He gives us stories which vault and somersault and double-back and trick and trap and treat. It’s not so much porous, it’s more like a great big spinning double helix and we’re clinging on, spinning for our lives, and yelling with joy. Yes, it’s complicated, but that’s wonderful. It will keep people thinking about the show forever.
Okay, my favourite moment? It’s my favourite joke. A Good Man Goes to War. Rory approaches River Song in the Storm Cage, and she says she’s been on a date with the Doctor, to the frost fair in 1814. “He got Stevie Wonder to sing for me underneath London Bridge.” And for a second, there’s that lovely shiver as you anticipae the punchline. “Don’t tell him.”
That’s a small momnt from a man who’s created empires. But a favourite joke is a beautiful thing. I just looked up the line and it turns out, I’ve long since paraphrased it, but that’s even better - like I said, Steven makes us part of the text, and now I own it! The point is, I think of that line every few days. Literally, a couple of times a week, every week. Every now and then, when I’m washing up or watching TV, or walking into town, or whatever, it pops into my head. “Don’t tell him.” And I laugh. I laugh, every single time. It’s been making me laugh for six years and it will make me laugh for the rest of my life. Very few people can write a line capable of that.
A/N: This imagine was not requested, but I had quite some fun writing it. I hope y’all enjoy it! Let me know if you want me to write a part 2!
It was a cold
Friday night, and you were heading to your best friend Lily’s place to get
ready for a random birthday party she had been invited to. You didn’t know
whether you were supposed to bring a gift with you or not, but you preferred
not to show up empty handed. That’s why you decided to take one of the many
unopened bottles of Scottish Whisky your parents kept in the kitchen, well
aware that, if they ever found out about it, you’d be grounded for life.
Needless to say you were more than willing to risk your guts in order to take
advantage of a possible source of social interactions, which you hadn’t
experienced for a long time due to the horrible things that were taking place
in Beacon Hills.
Prompt: Y/N has always been a student at Hogwarts but has gone through her years practically unnoticed by anyone that caught her eye. This year, she expects that to change. Instead of shoving her nose between the pages of books someone will be begin to take quite the interest in her. Watch her finish off her last year of schooling while fucking around with guys along the way.
Warnings?: Smut, DRUGS, alcohol, cursing
A/N: sorry this took me forver to put out and write, i’ve been having writers block lately. ANYWAY, I just finished this about five minutes ago and haven’t read over it too thoroughly so there might be a few mistakes. Much love and keep requesting :))))
Why do I do what I do? Merlin, I fucking hate myself. One minute I am collected, and the next i’m off the chain, what the hell is going on with me?
I don’t like him, I don’t
Yet, I crave him so much
But maybe it’s not a want
It’s a need.
I bloody need him.
I want to feel him once again, but this time I want him to remember, I want him to remember.
All night these dastardly thoughts have been racing through my head, the night me and Sirius shared resides in the darkest parts of my memories, for I shouldn’t even dare to remember at all, yet I do, I keep thinking about it, and it just makes me want it more and more.
When I awoke I had a massive headache, my eyes could barely open because of the bright sunlight shining in on me. I twitched slightly, too tired to pull the covers over my head.
“Morning.” Lily said.
I peered over to her, she was sitting on her bed, a cup of tea nestled in between her hands, and a pair of sunglasses placed on her nose.
“Need some?” She questioned, referencing to her sunglasses. “S’quite bright in here.”
I sat up slowly, rubbing the bridge of my nose.
“What the hell happened last night?” I asked, looking down at a set of lingerie lying on the floor.
“Well, we got drunk, and I mean bloody drunk,” She said, getting excited. “I brought some of my favorite muggle alcohol and you and I finished them off.”
“Me and you finished off two bottles of…” I looked down at the floor reading the labels on the front of the glass. “Jack Daniels?”
Lily got quiet all of the sudden, looking down into her mug.
“Lily…” I pressed. “Who else was with us?”
She stayed quiet, still looking longingly into her mug.
“Just James, and Remus and Peter…” She said half-heartedly.
“You’re telling me Remus drank hard liquor? Because we both know good and well he doesn’t drink hard liquor.”
“…And Sirius.” She said quietly, sounding ashamed.
“And Sirius!” I laughed sarcastically, getting angry.
“Lily,” I questioned.” “What the hell happened last night?”
the night before…
“He did what!” Lily whisper yelled at me, dragging me into the corner.
I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms protectively.
“How many times do I have to say it. I started freaking out, then I leant up and kissed him.”
Lily scoffed, not knowing what to say.
“What?” I yelled. “It’s not like I haven’t kissed him before!”
“Y/N…” She sighed. “This is different, you were…you were…”
“Lucid? Yeah I know.”
She eyed me up and down, flashing me a quizzical look.
“You don’t like him… do you?”
I got choked up, my air catching in my throat
“Pshh… What, me? Like Sirius? Haha, of course not!” I said, trying to play it off, but the thoughts inside my head were contradicting everything I was saying.
She raised her brow at me and shook her head as we walked into the common room, running into James and Remus.
“Oi, where are you two off to?” James asked, pulling Lily into a hug.
“Just going upstairs, a long day it’s been.” Lily replied, rummaging her head into his neck.
“What she said.” I added.
“Are you guys not going to the party tonight?” Remus asks, smiling at me.
“Party?” I asked. “What party?”
“Just a house party for Gryffindor’s, maybe a few Hufflepuff’s.” Remus added.
I scoffed, biting my lip instinctively.
“No Slytherins?” I asked.
“Merlin no, definitely not. Sirius made it very clear he didn’t want them here.”
James coughed and nudged Remus’ side, I guess that was something he wasn’t supposed to say. Me and Lily looked at each other suspiciously and waltzed up the stairs to our room.
“What are you wearing?” Lily yelled to me from the bathroom.
I couldn’t find anything I wanted to wear in my wardrobe despite the countless dresses and denim I had all lined up.
“Not sure yet.” I added.
She walked out of the bathroom, sliding in an earring, her hair freshly curled and bouncing along with each step.
“Let me look.” She said, pushing me out of the way and searching my wardrobe.
Then it caught her eye, the light pink, holographic dress. It was tight up top and flared out at the bottom, quite skimpy. If I bent over too far everyone would have quite the view of my arse.
“This,” She said. “This is what you’re going to wear.”
“That?” I yelled, a bit curious.
“Yes that! You’ll be the talk of the school, why haven’t you worn it yet?” She asked.
“Well it was more of a collective purchase, I wasn’t planning on wearing it.”
“Well you will tonight, and I bet you’ll get more than just a few cheeky glances.” She said, winking.
I rolled my eyes, but gave into her pressure, slipping up the small dress wearing nothing but dark red underwear beneath.
“We look good.” She said, I agreed, nodding along with her.
“Great, even.” I added.
My hair, once again, sat high atop my head, my makeup still natural, but with a hint of flare.
The party music was booming, we heard the rumble from atop the stairs. Some couples were getting a head start already, pushing each other up against their bedroom doors, making out vigorously.
“Bet ten galleons you’ll fuck Sirius tonight.”
“I won’t so, you’re on.”
“You will.” Was all she said and we began to strut towards the compacted crowd.
The moment I stepped foot on the floor seemed all the attention in the room was on me. Guys were ogling over me, girls were slapping their men on the arms so they’d pay attention to them, yet I could careless. I had one person on my mind, I had one person I wanted to impress.
I saw him with James and Remus and a few other guys from our house horsing around with one another. They all had drinks in their hands and seemed a little buzzed. I looked down quickly, checking my dress to make sure I looked alright, that there were no wrinkles. Why did I care so much? Maybe Lily was right, maybe I did like him, maybe I just couldn’t accept it.
When I looked back up he was already staring at me, his mouth watering. His eyes met mine, intensely. He stared into them for a good five seconds before they started travelling down, lower and lower. The guys around him began to notice.
“Sirius?” Remus shouted to him. “Are you alrigh-”
And that’s when the others caught on, when they all got sight of me. Something about this dress was illuminating, it made me stand out against everyone in the crowd. Sirius finally took a sip of his drink, still staring at me. He chugged it all down, placing it on a table next to him, and waltzing over to me.
“Fancy seeing you here t’night, you look ravishing.” He said wrapping his arm around my waist pulling me into him, whispering the last part of the sentence into my ear.
“Thank you.” I gulped, barely being able to speak, my stomach erupting with butterflies.
“Well,” James said, Sirius still gazing into my eyes. “Let’s get this party started.”
One shot, lime, two shots, lime, three shots, lime. Apparently I liked tequila.
My vision began to lighten as the liquor in my stomach began to churn, cooking up a spell. Sirius stood behind me, his hand around my front, he held a lime in his mouth and each time I downed another i’d turn around and suck the juice out of it, making sure to look him right in the eyes.
“Sirius, Y/N!” Lily slurred, her pupils insanely dilated.
“Evans!” I yelled. “What the hell are you on!”
“Molly… or maybe it was acid, either way come upstairs with us!” She yelled back, undeniably fucked up.
“Upstairs? The party is down here!” I shouted back, making sure she heard me over the music.
“Yeah but upstairs I have two bottles of Jack Daniels with our names on it.” She said with a sly smile, biting down on her tongue with her teeth.
I looked up at Sirius who was already looking down at me. We both nodded to each other and followed Lily, James, Remus, Peter and two other guys up the stairs to our dorm room.
“Whiskey for everyone!” Lily yelled, us all stumbling into the room after her, everyone giggling back and forth to one another over our drunken states.
She pulled out eight shot glasses and placed them all upside down on the floor, Remus rolled a blunt and placed it down next to them, while Peter peppered a few psychedelics here and there.
“Let’s play a game!” She squealed, pulling us all down to the floor, Sirius pulling me into his lap, he didn’t like the hungry looks every guy was giving me.
“Truth or dare,” James said. “The game for the brave and the… weak.”
He proceeded then to go over the rules of the game, saying that if you refused a truth or a dare you had one of three options; take a shot, hit the blunt, or take a psychedelic, and if you had already chose one, the next time you’d have to pick another.
We were an hour into the game, but still barely made a dent into it. Remus and Peter were stoned out of their minds, Lily and I well, let’s just say we drank a little more than anticipated, and everyone had officially taken at least one psychedelic.
“Lily, Y/N,” One of the other guys with us murmured. “Truth or dare?”
“Both of us?” I asked, slurring my words.
“Both of you.”
“Isn’t that like, against the rules?”
“Nope,” He said, popping the P. “So what’ll it be?”
I was about to speak before Lily answered for me.
“Dare.” Lily said suddenly, a devilish gleam In her eye.
The guy started laughing, and whispered something into one of the other guys ears.
“Strip.” Was all he said, leaning back on his hands.
Since I was far from sober, the phrase was almost like music to my ears, but a clarifying sobriety deep down was yelling at me, telling me not to do it.
“You’re not too pussy are you?” He asked.
Me and lily looked to one another, raising our eyebrows.
“M’not too pussy, maybe Y/N, but not me.” Lily slurred, standing up all wobbly.
“Well, I said both of you, so strip or pick.” He said, the word pick referring to the drugs.
“This isn’t fair,” I whined. “You lads will take advantage of us!”
“Advantage?” The bloke questioned. “Never in a million years.”
I looked down to Sirius who seemed rather annoyed, jealous the other boys could see me… exposed.
“Or,” The boy called. “Give me and… Remus a lap dance.”
“What?” Remus asked, the statement sending him quickly back into reality.
“You heard me Moony. I mean if you don’t want to I bet there’s someone who’s far more anxious to take your place.”
I looked to Sirius who was watching me like a hawk, he looked like he wanted to kill the guy who had dared me, his blood boiling and pumping through his veins.
“I’ll do it,” Sirius said all of the sudden, loud and stern, his jaw clenching. “Give me the lap dance.”
He stood up swiftly, his hand grasping onto my upper arm, a tight lock on it.
“And slip into something more… comfortable.”
Me and Lily disappeared into the bathroom, pulling two select pieces from our wardrobe. James was pass out drunk, he slept soundly on the wooden floor so Lily had no choice but give one of the others a lap dance. We were both still under the influence, completely hammered, so I left on my dark red underwear but slipped a bra over my breasts and a silk teddy over the top as well.
“C’mon ladies,” He called. “Don’t keep us waiting.”
We both sauntered out, Lily’s hips swaying much more than mine. The sudden exposure of my skin making an uncomfortable feeling erupt from within me, my hands instinctively wrapping around my chest.
“C’mon, don’t be shy.”
I dropped my hands walking right towards Sirius, an angry look still plastered on his face.
“Merlin…” I heard a boy call.
I looked over to my right and Lily had already began to dance. Getting low to the ground, swaying her hips, rubbing up on all the guys around her. I saw Remus scoot backwards, undeniably uncomfortable, yet he still watched from afar, a strange sight it was indeed.
I straddled Sirius, my legs wrapping around his lap, sinking down onto his crotch. His hands never touched me, they just held him up from behind, his eyes looking into mine then down my body quizzically.
“This feels so, familiar.” He stated, trying to sound calm but still I heard the rage spitting through his teeth. He really didn’t like the looks they were all giving me.
“Familiar?” I asked, acting like I had no clue to what he was referring to, watching him try to figure out what about this was so strange.
But I knew, I knew the feeling, a feeling I’ve been trying to shake ever since it happened, no matter how badly I didn’t want to. He was remembering the time we spent together, that I prayed so dearly he’d forget.
Suddenly I was being lifted off Sirius lap and placed into someone elses, their hands gripping roughly to my hips.
“If you’re not going to do anything to her I sure as bloody hell will!” One of the boys from earlier squawked.
He looked at me with a distinct hunger in his eyes, he was devouring me with them. He started moving me up and down onto his crotch, trying to get some friction between the two of us. This is not how I wanted it, this wasn’t how I wanted any of this to be. Suddenly I heard a thud and a shuffling of feet and once again I was being yanked off someone else’s lap. Sirius threw me off to the side, and yanked up the kid who pulled me into his lap by his collar.
“Who the hell do you think you are, mate?” Sirius yelled. “You think you can bloody treat a woman like that, my woman?”
The guy was petrified, looking at Sirius then back to me.
“D-didn’t know she was yours, mate!” He squealed while falling back down onto the floor with a thud.
And for the last time Sirius yanked me up, throwing me over his shoulder, and pulled me into the bathroom. I was pushed harshly against the door, smacking my head a tad on the wood. I felt Sirius’ hands wrap around my waist, one of them also holding me up under my bum. He rested his head on my chest and stayed quiet, my hand landed in his hair, playing with it.
“Sirius?” I asked looking down at him sleepily, watching his chest heave up and down.
“Hmm?” He asked.
“Didn’t know I was yours…” I said playfully, biting my lip, a small smile sweeping up onto my face.
He smiled into my skin, I felt the stretching of his lips against my chest,a low rumble escaping them.
“You aren’t really… s’just like you is all… got a tad jealous.”
“A tad?” I asked, pulling his chin up so he looked at me, he tried to hold back a smile on his face.
We were startled by Lily’s playful squealing coming from my room, and the sound of pounding music being turned up. We looked back to one another and began to laugh and he set me back down on my feet.
“You’re drunk.” He said laughing.
“So are you!” I yelled back, poking his chest.
“Yeah but I wasn’t the one who almost gave four different guys a lapdance.”
“You’re just jealous.” I said, sticking my nose up in the air, walking away from him.
“Oi!” He yelled. “Of what?”
“You wanted one, a lap dance.”
“Did I now?” He asked, testing me. “How are you so sure?”
“Well for starters I saw your dick jump out of your pants when I walked out of the bathro-” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before he cut me off, tackling me to the ground.
“We won speak of this!” He yelled playfully, pushing his hand over my mouth.
And suddenly we were in the position again, me straddling him, my crotch coming close and closer to his. He looked down at me on his lap, one of his eyebrows raising, then looked back up at my outfit. I kept my eyes on his, watching him as I lowered myself a top his pants, pressing down hard.
“Y/N,” He moaned, his head falling back. “You’re drunk.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want.” I said back.
And with that sentence he latched on tightly to my hips as I began to grind harder and harder onto his erection. My hands flying back into his hair, my fingers tangling themselves within the strands.
I turned around swiftly, trying to synchronize my moves to the beat of the music. I began to pull my teddy down, strap by strap, making sure to give him a show. He sat there, leant back, watching me with a glaze over his eyes. I dropped the pink silk to the floor, becoming exposed to him like I was that one time.
I bent over infront of his face, then sat down on him backwards, his hands massaging hard into the skin of my ass. I moved my bum into the crotch of his jeans again, enjoying the sound of his breathless moans escaping from his lips.
I pushed him down on his back sitting down on his stomach and leant down to kiss him. Our lips pushing into each other roughly. There was a definite need there. I heard him whimper as I bit down on his bottom lip, pulling on the now pinkened skin.
I began to scooch my crotch lower and lower until I was perched on his cock again, grinding hard down onto it. I began to dry hump him, suddenly feeling the pleasure from my side. To make the friction much greater, Sirius pushed himself up on his hand, rubbing himself into as I was to him.
His mouth was wide open, attaching to my neck from time to time. I rubbed vigorously into him, the material of my panties beginning to bunch up onto one side. I could tell he was getting close, the sound of my moans filling his ears and a sudden wetness now covering his clothed cock. Then I watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a throaty district moan, saying my name softly as he came. I too, trying my hardest still to reach my desired place, and within no time I was there, a moaning mess just like him.
He fell back onto the floor and I feel on top of his, my ear to his chest listening to the pounding of his heart and the shortness in his breath.
“Hot damn,” He said. “I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard in my life.”
The room was now empty, no sounds of music, no more squealing. Lily had finally laid her head to rest that night, Remus tucking her in after she got a little too crazy with that one boy from their house. Her soft snores were the only thing filling the room, well, that and the sound of Sirius whispering to Y/N, goodnight.
She slipped into bed as well, looking up to him as he placed a chaste kiss to her forehead, praising her once again for the beautiful work she had done that night. He walked out of the room, a small smiled placed across his face as he hopped quietly back to his dorm.
When he entered he sat down on his bed, laughing at James sprawled out on the floor, Peter looking practically dead, and Remus asleep as snug as a bug under his covers. Sirius peered over to his bedside table, looking at the family photo which sat gloomily next to him. Not a hint of a smile coming from any of their faces in the picture. He picked it up, getting a closer look at his brother whom he envied so deeply, but wanted to love so bad. The green surrounding the picture frame seemed to look so obscure next to the red lace panties that were sitting behind it.
Red lace panties.
Only then was it when Sirius realized everything he seemed to forget.
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Working at the Mystic Grill was fun. It was an easy going work place, and you got to work side by side with one of your best friends, Matt Donovan. But there was a few down sides, like for example Stefan and Damon Salvatore.
You grabbed your black, leather pocket book and ball point pen, heading towards the table you were assigned to. You weren’t surprised to see Stefan and Damon’s familiar faces.”Hi Stefan, hi Damon. “ You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance.
“How’s our favorite waitress?” Damon grinned, his piercing blue eyes not leaving the menu.
“I’m fine. And you’ve been here so many times, i’m surprised you haven’t memorized the damn menu.” You snapped.
“Oh. Come on sweetheart, is that a way to talk customers?” Damon snickered.
“Hi. Y/N, can I just get my usual?” Stefan offered you a kind smile. You nodded, writing down Stefan’s usual, which consisted of a basket of fries and a water.
“I’m gonna shake things up a bit. Y/N, will you be a doll and get me three vodka short, two limes and a thing of salt?” Damon smiled sweetly.
“You’re not gonna eat anything?” Stefan questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“Throw in a burger with extra bacon.” Damon shrugged.
After confirming their orders, and scolding them one last time, you made you way to the kitchen. Matt smiled at you. “Stef and Damon back… again?” He chuckled.
“Yes. And they only sit in my section, it’s so annoying.” You rolled your eyes. Matt offered you a smile before helping you take the shots and the food to Stefan and Damon’s table.
“Ah! There she is!” Damon cheered. You glared at him, setting the three shots in front of him. “You really don’t think we’re annoying, do you?” Damon faked a pout. You stole a glance at Matt who was trying hard not to laugh.
You sighed, placing the fries in front of Stefan. “It’ll break poor, old Stefan’s heart if he knew we annoyed you.” He faked concerned.
“You guys seriously can’t keep coming here. Or at least coming into my section, my boss is going to notice one day.” You lectured.
Stefan nodded knowingly. “Sorry. We’ll leave you be for while.” He smiled softly. You sighed in relief.
“We’ll just come here every other day.” Damon said, downing his last shot before licking the salt off his hand. “Now, be a babe and get me another round of shots?” You groaned.
“Hey. In my defense, the customer’s always right.”
Episode summary (from @fakesuepisodes): Peridot tries her hand at cooking an apple pie, but the resulting dish ends up not tasting any good. Peridot insists that she followed the recipe, but Steven and Connie discover that Peridot used onions instead of apples in the pie after mistakenly perceiving both to look similar to each other. Worrying that Peridot is colorblind, they try hundreds of ways to get her to understand the difference between colors, to the point where Steven’s room is covered in rainbows and color wheels. An increasingly frustrated Peridot desperately tries to understand what she’s being shown… when Garnet simply removes her tinted visor off her face. Peridot then spends the next five hours obsessing over color.
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I got Blue Reflection last week, and just finished it last night. Aside from some typos here and there(let the proofreading team have more time to work, KT. ^^; )it was pretty good.
It does a good job making you like and/or understand the characters, especially the main three(Hinako, Yuzu and Lime).
The battle style is kind of like the Atelier games, but in this one, you only level up with Growth Points you get after clearing events/quests/hanging out with the side characters. You put the GP into one of four stats, Attack, Defence, Support and Technic. I used a guide when I used the GP for each character, but you’re free to raise their stats your own way, and there’s an item you can get to reset the points.
You can only use items outside of battle to buff your party. You also heal after every battle, which some might find makes it too easy, but I didn’t have a problem with it.
The battle themes, especially the first one and boss themes, are very good.
If you ever wanted a good magical girl RPG, here you go. Hopefully, we get a follow up(either a direct sequel or different characters but same idea and improved). Also, if there’s another Warriors All-Stars game, please put Hinako in it. She deserves it.
I still need to get the Platinum, mostly just for maxing out all of the side character’s affection meters. And the Darkmaster one.
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