#//so i might go ahead and nab that idea

[mechahero]

//Looking at galleries on the DB.Z wiki again and considering making a little thing for arc outfits on here.

[skeltnwrites]

S'mores - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie takes you camping

Word Count: 3.6k

TW: bad driving, maybe a bit of angst

A/N: This might have something to do with that box of money from my last fic (kudos to those who guessed correctly), also writing this had me giggling and kicking my feet so good luck if you thought the last one was fluffy

Silver-clad fingers tap against the steering wheel, more in tune with the van’s blinker than the Ace of Spades cassette blaring through the speakers. Eddie glances over his shoulder before veering into the next lane, throwing up an apology wave to the sedan he just cut off. You peek up from the map, sights darting to your side mirror, then to your boyfriend. He’s inches from scratching the sticker-loaded bumper ahead of you, gassing and breaking repeatedly. 

You’re well aware that Eddie’s never been a good driver. Frequently snagging curbs and pushing speed limits, once having picked a note from the windshield about his poor parking job. It’s a miracle that he’s only been in a couple of fender benders over the years. You once nabbed his driver’s license, swatting away his hands so you could see the grainy photo of teenage Eddie. But every now and then when his foot slams against the pedal and you lurch forward in your seat only to be caught by the belt, you wonder whether it was a fake. Today, somehow, he’s in even more of a rush than usual. 

The tape ends, leaving you in silence apart from a distant honk and the familiar chug of the air conditioning. “You know the campsite isn’t going anywhere right?” 

He hums dismissively, hands gripping ten and two as his gaze darts between the road and his rearview. 

You throw a palm over his thigh, squeezing. “Eddie.” 

He’s locked in, swerving in failed attempts to get back over. “One second, sweetheart,” he manages when you retract your hand. There’s a risky opening and he takes it, the car behind instantly laying on the horn. Your eye twitches. 

He rolls to a stop, with nowhere to go between the bumper-to-bumper traffic as far ahead as you can see and highway patrol parked in the median. “Seems everyone and their mother had the same idea, huh?” He turns to you with a dopey half-smile. 

“What’s the rush?” 

He shrugs, picking at the rip in his jeans, “Just wanna get set up before dark.” 

“We’ve got flashlights.” 

“No– well, yeah. It’s not that. I just don’t wanna have to worry about it later.” 

You tilt your head, “No biggie if we set up late.” 

He nods, knowing you’re right. 

When you’d got home from work Eddie didn’t give you a chance to kiss him hello before he urged you into the bedroom to pack for a surprise weekend camping trip. Rented camping gear and a bag of gas station snacks were thrown into the back of the van and within the hour, you were on the road. As he pulled onto the interstate he’d abruptly toggled off the radio as the host discussed details of the pending meteor shower, the part of the trip he intended to keep secret. You pretended not to hear when he asked, despite having read about it in the paper the afternoon before. 

The sun sinks out of sight as you reach the exit ramp. A light pitter-patter against the windshield has you preemptively cranking up your window. Your feet cross each other over the dash as you trace the approaching circle on your map with your finger. 

“You said Bronson?” Eddie asks. 

“Mhmm. Left on Bronson Road.”

“Ya sure? Cause it’s definitely blocked off.” 

You whip your head up at the construction signs and equipment lining the street, or lack of street rather. 

“Damn it.” You rub the bridge between your nose. 

“I could just try to drive through it? I mean those big trucks can–” 

“Eddie,” you raise an eyebrow. 

“What!” He slaps the dashboard, “This girl's gotten us through a lot of adventures, right? One more won’t kill her.” He’s dead serious; Zero problem with driving past a sign that says ‘Closed’ and ‘Do Not Enter’.

“I’ll find another route, keep driving.” 

“Come on,” he groans, sagging into his seat.

“Do you want to pop a tire and be out here all night waiting for help?” 

He scoffs like you’ve insulted him, “I know how to change a tire.”

“Do you have a spare?” 

His mouth opens in rebuttal and quickly shuts.

“Drive,” you roll your eyes, hiding your smirk behind the map. 

You try another road that connects, or so you thought until you pull up to a dead-end sign. It’s pouring now and pitch black out, road signs are hard to see, street lights are sparse, and you’re both cranky from being trapped in a car with each other. It’s your fourth attempt at rerouting when Eddie declares you are officially lost. 

He holds his hands up in defense, “Look I don’t wanna say it but–” 

You send him a glare before he can finish. “We’re not lost.” 

“Look, it’s okay if–”

“But we aren’t. Look, right here,” you flick a pen against the paper. “I’m telling you this is the one.” 

He falters at your serious stare, biting a nail, and sighs, “Okay. Fifth times the charm, right?”  

“That’s what they say,” you smile. 

To both of your surprise, the fifth time is the charm and you’re able to get back on track with your navigation skills. You’re on a long stretch of dirt road, miles since the last light or building or car for that matter. Still, you swear you know where you are and Eddie believes you. He drives shockingly slow, bobbing his leg and squinting at the windshield. The wipers squeal against the glass, working overtime.  

You push your palm against his knee. He continues to drum against the floor mat. 

He feels your gaze and anticipatorily answers, “Have to piss.”

“You did on the side of the road like half an hour ago, dude.” 

“Think it’s the rain. Rainiest fucking day in Indiana history. Thought it would’ve stopped by now.” His voice trails off in this dejected sort of way that you rarely hear from Eddie. 

You’re lips form a tight line and you bring your fingers up to his nape to scratch under a thick mop of curls. “It’ll let up bub.” 

He nods, eyes trained ahead. 

You literally scream when the headlights glare against a campsite sign. Eddie smiles so hard you’d bet his cheeks hurt. An unimpressed teenager mans the check-in booth which you pull up to. She slides the window open to abruptly tell you they closed ten minutes ago, not allowing you to reply before it slams shut. Eddie raps on the glass, pointing to a crisp twenty-dollar bill which she accepts, offering a parking pass and spot number in return. 

The van is parked and you jump out, delighted that the rain has let up some. It’s sprinkling and clouds block any hint of stars, but you couldn’t care less. Eddie grabs the tent first, recruiting you to help stomp the stakes into the ground. He fumbles with the flaps, scratching his neck trying to understand where the door is supposed to be when the rain picks up again. You scramble to finish setting up, throwing bags, food, a radio, and whatever else easily accessible into the tent. It isn’t until you’re both inside, soaked to the bone, that you realize how cramped it is. 

“This is definitely not a two-person tent,” Eddie chuckles, hunched over like a wilting flower, knees digging into yours. His curls are slick and shiny in the lantern glow. 

You flick a mosquito off his arm and grin, “It’s cozy for sure.” 

He flops on the twin-sized inflatable mattress you’d previously used as an umbrella. You wriggle up beside him, clothes drenched and clinging to every curve. 

“I mean think about it, this size would go for, what, a grand in New York? They’d call it an urban studio apartment with bright ceilings and textured floors,” you say magically.

His laugh bleeds into a dramatic groan as he slings an arm over his face. You leave a wake of kisses from his elbow over to his wrist until he’s peeling it away to hold you. Your cheeks are warm against his palms as he says, “I’m sorry we didn’t get to see the meteor shower.”

You lift an eyebrow, “What meteor shower?”

He covers your face, snorting, “Shut up, you knew. You aren’t a good liar.” 

You crack a smile, peeling his fingers away one by one until you can see him again. 

“But really,” he says, seriously. “We are soaked and cold and we didn’t even get to make s'mores!” 

You drop your head to his chest, “You’re right. I don’t think I’ll survive without s'mores.”

His hand finds your crown, his lips too. “I’m serious!” 

“So am I,” you mumble into his tee. 

You are content to lay there in each other’s warmth for a while despite the chills worming up your spine but Eddie breaks the stillness, “Come on. Get up. We need to change.” 

You lift your head, “Wait!” You poke at his chest, “I need to tell you something.” 

He hums, brown eyes heavy as they search yours. 

“I love you,” you say earnestly. 

“Sap!” He pushes you off, crawling over to his JanSport to fish for dry clothes. He chucks you a pair and you waste no time stripping off the sticky fabric. Before long, the lantern is off and you're wrapped in the single dry blanket, shuffling back into him for more warmth. He pecks your shoulder and mutters, “I love you too,” before you drift off. 

You aren’t sure what time it is when you wake but Eddie is breathing hot air onto your neck, curls itching you in a way that makes you pull away. His arm slinks under the covers as you sit up. No light leaks through the tent so it must not be time to get up, you decide. You feel far from sleep, however. It’s cold and somehow sticky. The pant leg pinched up your calf gets tugged down, only to realize the fabric is damp. 

Eddie must feel you shuffling because he starts mumbling and groping around your pillow. His hand claws at your sleeve in an attempt to suck you back in. He whines sleepily when you don’t budge. 

“Eddie,” you whisper, sliding a hand up the tent’s coarse walls. 

“What,” his voice catches, soft against his pillow and hoarse with sleep. 

“I think,” you swipe at the floor until your fingertips graze a freezing puddle. “There’s a hole in the tent or something.” You blink rapidly trying to see the damage. 

He cranes up with a hum, elbowing you as he scratches his face. 

“The floor is wet.” 

“Where?” 

You wrap your fingers around his in the darkness, guiding them past your body to skim the floor.

“Shit,” he sighs. 

You prod around, shoving away non-lantern-shaped or textured items. 

“Here,” Eddie clicks his lighter. It sparks a few times before lighting, casting skewed shadows against the walls. He yawns, gesturing at the lantern with closed lids. You click it on, dangling it over the gap beside the mattress—golden light glimmers against the water. Eddie climbs over you to view it, hair swaying as he shifts. Your heavy eyes travel up in tandem to catch the steady drip from the roof. A small, fraying line splits the fabric. He pushes a thumb against the next forming bead. His tongue slips back in his mouth to clear his throat, “I’ve got duct tape in the van but I don’t think it’ll stick to this.” He scratches the canvas, “‘specially not in the rain.” 

You nod, observing as his brain churns. His gaze flicks to his wrist watch and then he’s folding over his legs in a cat-like stretch. Hunched over, he says, “It’s too early for this. Let’s just go sleep in the van.” He hums as if to ask, “How does that sound?”

You trace the curve of his spine as he stretches, “‘kay.” Neither of you move. Rain pelts the tarp rhythmically. 

“Come on,” he sighs deeply before pushing up to unzip the tent. Stray raindrops blow inside, a couple catching your hand where it bunches clothes together. You sweep whatever is near into his bag, passing Eddie his sneakers. You don’t bother lacing yours. 

He throws his denim jacket over your shoulders before you race out, shoes squelching against the mud. Your heel dips into a puddle as you plant your hands against the slick sliding door. Eddie jams the keys in the lock with rehearsed practice, climbing in and pressing buttons until the rest of the locks click. You rapidly pull the metal handle, nearly eating shit as your foot slides. 

Eddie jumps back out. “Piece of shit door,” he grumbles and bumps your hip, pushing with you until the door lurches open. When he clears it, you slam it behind him. The backpack and his jacket are discarded onto the floor before you climb over the center console after him. He starts the car, cranking the temperature knobs until warm air blows from the vents. 

As soon as your eyes meet, you crumble into giggles. Any bit of sleepiness left has vanished. His hair is flattened with moisture and his cheeks rosy from the cold. You curl your nail under a black strand stuck to his chin.

“Needed a shower anyway,” Eddie shakes his hair out like a dog, spraying you in the face. 

You yell and shield yourself with your sleeves. 

He licks a stray droplet off his lip then leans over the seats searching. Eddie gets up and squirms between them, kicking the water bottle in the cup holder. You slip your shoes off, pushing them under the seat to avoid tracking any more mud. 

Your palms hover flat against the heat for a while. It’s quiet per Eddie standards so you glance behind your seat. In the dim car light, your boyfriend shuffles through his backpack. He’s chewing on his lip as he tips it over to dump the contents out, mostly clothes. His eyes widen when he finds you staring. 

“Find me something to wear?” You ask. 

He nods after a moment, still watching you like a child with their hand in the cookie jar. You turn back around hesitantly. 

You busy yourself with reading the campsite pamphlet you’d been given at the entrance. But the grinding of the slider door has you whipping your head back around. Eddie’s halfway outside, shouting, “One sec’!” The door shuts abruptly leaving you alone in the van. You climb into the back, cupping your hands against the foggy glass. Your boyfriend has his jacket slung across his back as he crouches into the tent. A couple of minutes pass and he’s running back. You pull the door open for him and he thanks you as he hops in. 

“What?” You question. 

He flashes a tight-lipped smile, “Forgot this.” He holds out his lighter in one hand, placing his jacket on the floor neatly with the other. 

You narrow your eyes at him. “You’ve got like three in the glovebox, Eddie.” 

“This one’s my favorite.” The lighter is lime green, adorned with a fading smiley face drawn in sharpie, thanks to you. He scratches his neck sheepishly. You don’t know whether to believe him since he’s never shown a preference for lighters before now but he seems genuinely embarrassed that you’ve found out. 

“Oh,” you settle with, choosing to let it go, lest you embarrass the poor boy further.  

You dissolve into separate chores in the back of the van. He smears the puddle by the door with his already wet t-shirt and you hunt for another pair of his pajama pants for yourself. Dry clothes are dwindling, having soaked two pairs each already. But you manage to find new bottoms and a fresh shirt for Eddie. He’s slipping it over his head, crisscrossed on the floor in only his boxers. You circle the small space, plucking any soggy clothes off the floor to hang dry on a camping chair that had been left in the van. As you scoop up Eddie’s jacket something rolls out onto the floor. You kneel to pick up a small, black box with your free hand. You scratch curiously at the velvet, wavering to hand it off to Eddie. Gears turn in your head as you glance up at your boyfriend who stares at you from the floor a few feet away. Your expression mirrors his, mouth agape, eyebrows raised. 

“I—”

“Is this?“ You say simultaneously. 

Your limbs are locked in place, mouth dry as you try to string together a coherent question. Suddenly the heat pouring from the vents is too hot. You might as well catch fire with how your cheeks burn. 

He deflates in front of you, shoulders sagging and chin drooping in one motion. 

You shove the box into his hands as if that will fix it. 

He furrows his brows and looks away, “Shit.” 

You are about to offer to pretend you haven’t seen it when he continues.

“This whole trip has really gone to shit, huh?” He shakes his head, throwing a hand out defeatedly, “I mean– I had this whole perfect plan and I was trying so hard not to fuck it up. The shower and the fucking rain. Hell, Steve, even Wayne warned me to do it right and I– I just.” He scoffs, head tipping back against the door. “I almost lost it.” 

It’s then that it dawns on you that Eddie Munson, your boyfriend, intended to propose to you on this trip. That he plans to marry and spend the rest of his life with you. 

“–want you to think that I don’t care enough—“

“Eddie,” you whisper.

“–and I wanted you to know how seri—“

“Eddie!” Your on the dirty floor of his van, knees digging into his as you push the box further into his chest, “Fucking ask me already.”

He melts under your stare, breath shuddering hesitantly despite your growing smile. “I– Will you—“

You're already nodding at the first word. “Yes, you idiot.” You’ve lunged into his chest, smiling uncontrollably into his neck. 

He chuckles nervously into your temple, slowly wrapping an arm around you. But he pulls back, “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you answer immediately. 

His eyes dance around your face, lingering on the spot below your ear he likes to kiss. He presses his nose there instead, giggling like a little kid. “I can’t believe you said yes,” he whispers breathily, more to himself than you. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” You squeeze him, eyebrows furrowed. 

“I dunno, I just thought,” he trails off. 

“Eddie,” you peel him off your skin, waiting until he looks at you. “This is perfect.” You knead your nose and eyes before anything escapes. “I don’t care if it rained or if we didn’t see the meteors or about fucking s’mores for Christ’s sake!” You smack him lightly in the chest, smiling hard. 

His eyes are glassy and he swallows hard. “You haven’t even seen the ring yet,” his voice shakes when he says it.

“There could be a paper ring in there for all I care.” 

He grins, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “Should’ve told me that before I bought something.”

You laugh wetly and he brings the box up to your hands to open together. Rings are not something you and Eddie had discussed much if at all and yet somehow he managed to find just what you envisioned. 

The tears finally fall as you say, “It’s gorgeous, Eds.” 

He chases them away with kisses, cupping your cheek to pull you closer. 

When you're momentarily done studying the jewelry you press your lips to his. He’s reluctant to pull away, diving in for a second, then a third, like you’ll change your mind if he lets you go. 

“Here,” his hands are shaking as he plucks the ring from its cushion and cradles your hand. The ring slips on easily, a tad too big, but “Wayne knows someone who can tighten it.”

You nod, grinning wildly at your hand. He’s watching you with a similar wobbly expression when you glance up. You remain a tangled pile of soppy limbs on the metal floor until your back aches. He’s pulling you up and clicking off the lights before crawling up front. 

“I don’t know how you expect me to fall asleep now,” you whisper giddily, cheek pressed to the reclined passenger seat. 

From across you, he says, “I don’t think I can either.” He watches you fondly as you twist the ring around your finger. He’s thinking about how stupid he was to worry so much about what Wayne and Steve fucking Harrington of all people warned him about. That he knows he’s never felt so strongly about someone before and that he’d be crazy to let you slip away. 

Your gasp breaks his stream of consciousness. You’ve sat up, pointing through the windshield. “Look!”

“What?” he’s ducking his head, flipping up the sun visor, and glancing from you to the glass, trying to track your line of sight. Then he finds it, a long arc of light breaking through the clouds. It’s faint, fading in and out of the darkness as it streams from one end of the sky to the other. It passes, and you both observe for more, wide-eyed and stiff like dolls. 

“Look at that,” you blink deliriously, slumping back into the seat. 

“Did you get the universe in on this or something when I wasn’t looking?” He’s baffled, chuckling to himself. 

“Maybe it’s a sign,” you smirk. 

He nods, leaning over to peck the corner of your lip. “Didn’t need one. Knew you were it from day one.” He slinks back into his seat, leaving you a blushing ball of flames.  

[starry-907]

Animation vs Life SMP

alright so i said in the tumblr community if we got new life series and influencer arc ep 3 on the same day i'd post my (currently very minimal and disorganized) thoughts for animation vs life series! and uh. we did indeed get new life series today soooooo yeah.

thoughts below the cut cuz it will likely be a bit long shgsldjf

Explanation of life smp

so! for those of you that don't know what life series/life smp is, it's basically hardcore but you have (usually) 3 lives instead of just one (there's been 2 seasons that don't follow that exact idea). when you hit your last life (referred to as your "red life") you get to be hostile and kill others outside of specific circumstances. last person alive wins! there's been 5 seasons so far (and a vaugely canon april fools ep), with the 6th season starting today, leading to me writing this here.

a lot of folks also add in some additional lore with these beings called the watchers, with the lore being that they're the ones organizing the games and kinda keeping the players locked in this loop of death games. i think one of the content creators has his own lore involving the watchers, martyn inthelittlewood.

if you want an explanation of ava/avm i can't type that here or we'd be here all day so instead i'll just link this post i made a while back that should help explain some stuff

The foundation

essentially this au starts with the idea of what if instead of mcyt-ers, the watchers decided to nab some silly sticks for their death game instead? the current lineup that they grabbed is:

Vic, Chosen, Dark, Second, Green, Blue, Yellow, Red, Purple, and Mango. i might add the mercs if i want more people for more complexity, but i'm still in the baby stages of ideation here.

thing is though, the watchers want to have a pawn member actually in the games, so they can manipulate events the way they want to, whenever they need to. so.....

(yeah that's right i made drawings to go along with this explanation)

ok so it isn't just because they're also purple, it's because they seemed the best candidate in terms of skill and such. cunning and resourceful, but still desperate for approval in a way, so just breadcrumb some praise and you should be able to get them to do what you need them to do right?

i mean purple does eventually realize something's up and doesn't listen to the watchers as much (when they can get away with it).

purple's changes

of course, being made a watcher does come with some changes, external and internal.

external, they get these floating eyes around their head, and the watcher symbol on their back. both of them are usually not visible, only really showing up in low light (light level 3 or less) or when under extreme stress. somehow no one's really questioned it? i mean if you're stuck in a death game (that you don't know is a loop of death games), your friend suddenly getting a bunch of eyes isn't a major concern.

what does garner attention (esp cuz these can't be hidden), is the fact that purple's elytra have turned into full on feathered wings (also with the watcher symbol). they don't allow for flight in the games (unfair advantage), but they do serve as a more... permanent reminder of where purple's ultimate loyalties should lie.

(in case you can't tell, i'm working with majority morally dark watchers here. there are some that don't like the idea, but most of them are more than down for it).

ok jumping ahead a bit we're talking curses!

what's a life series without some curses and patterns, eh? i do not have many right now, but i do know what the biggest one is, i'll do that last.

mango gets a curse to always fail to protect a close ally from death at least once

vic is cursed to always have one death that was preventable

blue has sort of a reverse of mangos, she will have at least one death protecting an ally.

ok starry but what about the canary curse?

i'm glad you asked. who's the one that always runs into battle first in ava, and is therefore the one to always die first?

THAT'S RIGHT. HECK YOU *CANARIES YOUR RED*.

i realize there's other characters that could've fit but at the same time canary red just hits so much more to me. granted the watchers didn't know for sure who their canary would be during the first game, but once red died they just collectively went 👀 and hit him with the curse.

after the first game, the ends of red's bandana become stylized to look like wings, and anyone who knows how to look can see faint images of canary wings on his shoulders. only purple knows the exact reason why.

hey so are they just stuck forever or what

uhhh haven't fully thought this part through. HOWEVER! i do know the main focus characters of this au! purple is clearly one of them, since they have a connection to the watchers (kinda against their will). the other primary focus character... well a lot of folks headcanon that the winners get to remember the past game(s) as a reward for their victory, and the first winner is someone who's more than used to dealing with having an urge in the back of their mind to kill.

basically woe, platonic bugduo upon ye. dark wins the first game, learns about the watchers and stuff, and decides to work with purple on trying to break the cycle. also! for those of you who know how third life ended take that but instead it's chosen and dark. tragic siblings.

(i guess dark did wind up fulfilling their code to destroy the chosen on- *gets exploded*)

other misc things/the scenarios imagined

they would go through all the current games, i don't have many ideas for limited life though (i've only watched all of third and secret life, i need to catch up on the others)

i realized that the boogey curse session from secret life could be very interesting to deal with (blue would be the one to start with the boogey curse), i might write that one if i ever write things for this

purple realizing at the start of limited life that everyone had their memories of third life erased (except dark, they realize dark knows but maybe by that point the alliances are already made)

purple gets to go feral at least once as a treat. is it the boogey curse? red life urges? the watchers? who knows but they get to go feral

as i said, dark is able to resist the red life urges a bit better due to experience with the mission code (which is somewhat suppressed by the watchers, they don't want to let their game be ruined by something like that). also remember how scott didn't kill anyone while affected by the boogey curse in limited life yeah dark does that and it's actually the worst

red notices the wings, he knows about canaries but he doesn't know the full significance of them.

idk what associations the winners would get (i'm still thinking about the different winners at this point anyways). I think yellow would win one, maybe also chosen or second...?

unlikely alliances, unlikely alliances as far as the eye can see. double life especially

PLEASE if you have any ideas or questions come yell at me in my ask box, i would like to talk more about this and i'm curious what thoughts y'all might have

[zetadraconis11]

When Ominis asks (why are you still alive) I think to myself how Mc takes a lot of things out of his pockets and sleeves because where else does MC get the stuff from. a whole army of biting cabbage

The fact that the Harry Potter world might be the only world that can make the classic video game trope of "bunch of stuff in inventory bag" make sense. Since there are such things as Extension Charms, like what Hermione uses in Deathly Hallows.

I mean, technically d&d (and pathfinder) have the Bag of Holding, but other than that! It makes logical sense that MC could have a bunch of stuff in their bag. The fact the contents are not school supplies like everyone else...

*during a homework session in the Room of Requirement*

Sebastian: Hey, MC, can I borrow a quill?

MC: Yeah, go ahead. It's in my bag.

Sebastian: *reaches in* Er...why do you have this? *pulls out a Thunderbrew potion*

MC: It's really helpful in sticky situations with enemies.

Garreth: I approve! Do you also have invisibility potions?

MC: Oh yeah, about 19 of them!

Sebastian: *pulls out dittany plants* ...why do you just have these in your bag?

MC: Where else am I supposed to store them?

Sebastian: *yelps and pulls his hand out of the bag* YOU HAVE CHINESE CHOMPING CABBAGES IN THERE?

MC, confused: You don't?

Ominis: ...WHY do you have those cabbages in there?!

MC: I don't have JUST the cabbages in there. I also have the Venomous Tentaculas and Mandrakes.

Amit: For...what?

Poppy: Also for sticky situations? I've used a few plants myself.

MC: Indeed! Leander gave me the idea to use plants against some bad guys, and it's been really helpful.

Natty: I...suppose that's really resourceful.

Ominis: MC, just how much trouble do you come across?

MC: Don't worry! I've handled it just fine! No harm done. Well, okay, harm for the other guys, not me. I've brewed over thirty Wiggenwelds.

Garreth: That's...even more than I've ever brewed.

Sebastian: You know what? Forget I asked for a quill. I'm not putting my hand in there again.

MC: I'll just get it for you. *reaches into bag* You just...need to rearrange things. *Pulls out a stack of random letters* Oh, yeah, found those during my wanderings. *Takes out scrolls of spellcrafts* Still need those to decorate my room here... *Pulls out nab-sack* Oh, don't open that. The Lord of the Shore likes to nap in there.

Poppy: Lord of the Shore-? The rumored GRAPHORN?

MC: Yeah, I had to tame him. Now, he and I travel the highlands every now and then.

Sebastian: So not only do you have deadly plants in your bag, but you also have a bag of dangerous animals?

MC: This is my first year at Hogwarts, I don't know what to keep with me at all times at this school. *pulls out a couple brooms* Oh, bought those from a few merchants.

Amit: ...That is quite the Extensive Charm on the bag. I'm actually very impressed!

MC, taking out a feather quill: Aha! Here you go!

Sebastian, slowly accepting it: ...thank you.

Natty: At this point, I don't think we should be surprised.

Ominis: I'm not surprised, I'm WORRIED.

[honeyed-poet]

Musings of a Digesting Poet

or

The End of the Honey Boy

written by Honeyedpoetprey

Art credit goes to Izumy and mementomori

WARNING: Implied willing fatal Vore and lots of digestion talk ahead

Wow, there I was adventuring along as always… seemed like any other day, and now here I am packed in a tummy just stewing and churning… I had a dream it would end this way.

From the satisfied belch up there… I’m glad you enjoyed me! The accommodations are very warm and wet and soft, with just enough dim reddish light to watch the fluids secrete and drip their way down through all the little folds and crevices. Kinda mesmerizing, and I intend to just relax and enjoy myself while it lasts. You can only get eaten once, after all.

As for what to do with the rest of our time together? Well, if you’re lonely, we can chat. Maybe find a nice wine to compliment what’s left of my flavour in your mouth. When you’re ready though, do go ahead and digest me all up. As much as I enjoy it in here, it would be greedy of me to keep filling this space in your belly when I’m sure there are many more who would like to follow. Speaking of, you can feel free to go ahead and burp up my phone when you’re done with me and use my contacts as a menu, if you wish.

If there’s anything I can do to make the afterglow of your meal more enjoyable before I become a nutritious human smoothie and a layer of pudge, do let me know, and if you should hiccup and feel a light, sweet taste of honey in your mouth, that’s just me saying hello. Or displacing air as I roll over to get more comfortable… either one of those.

What’s that? If I dreamed about this in advance… and that must make you the girl of my dreams? Huh, yes, I suppose that’s true. By all means do take it as a compliment!


Might explain why the idea of being eaten always mingled with the erotic for me but.. bah. That would be a crass direction to take this lovely discourse. Speaking of which, I would be a poor and ungentlemanly one-time dinner host if I didn't also buy you a drink. I recommend a nice Merlot to pair with sweeter meats like myself.

If my jacket is still nearby, there should be ample cash in my wallet for you to nab a celebratorybottle while I'm still relatively solid and fresh on your palate. Moreover, I happen to quite like the scent, so melting away as it showers down over me just sounds heavenly.

Mmf! Oh my! Was that a possessive, proud pat I just felt? You naughty girl teasing me like that!

Hmmm, your strange pride in having me in your tummy and my strange contentment with my fate may well be a sign that this was just destiny and a fulfillment of my purpose…

Kind of mind boggling to think about, really. My family line going back hundreds of years (many of their obituaries more resembling food reviews) until finally, my parents produced me with the correct flavour profile and feel to just to go through life waiting until the moment you got to taste and feel this well-bred meal glide over your tongue and plop into a tummy made to fit it and squeeze and churn it just right.

l used to like to play games with predators (it was my way of reconciling my survival instinct with my strange attraction to being eaten). Give them hints as to my location, tease, them, and lead them on a merry chase before finally escaping and wishing them better luck next time…

Every narrow escape, every predator I left hungry without so much as a lick, and here, there was no such struggle. You saw me, decided I belonged in your belly, and gobbled me down. No more running, nothing complicated, I was caught, and it was time to fulfill my purpose as a delightful dinner.

And now, my survival instinct isn't screaming at me like it always did before. I'm here. And I'm content… even as I contemplate how much longer I have until I sink into the soupy slurry that will soon be forming beneath me.

Would make for a nice parody of a destined love story with a cliche title like "Love At First Bite", I'd consider writing it if it wasn't for….. Well you know, your tummy walls and stomach acids getting right to work on lovingly caressing and churning me into Cream-of-Me soup.

But perhaps that's why I'm okay with ending up in the belly of a uniquely talented writer and deep thinker like yourself. I may be ending, but rather than leaving my own legacy behind, by digesting inside you, nourishing you, contributing to your body, and energizing yourmind will make your future accomplishments, the dreams you will fulfill, in some small way an extension of myself. It's a nice consolation whether you forget me completely after I melt into more of you, or think back occasionally on that dinner conversation so long ago.

Personally, I hope I'm brain food (can't know for sure. I wasn't really born with an index of nutritional facts) so I can motivate your talented mind to produce yet more fantastic writing! After all the stories I've written… having she who ate me carry on writing long after I’m just her pudge sounds so fitting!

l apologize for rambling. Destiny, purpose, and legacy are heady chit-chat topics to have with someone you are currently digesting. (The acids are accumulating and rising quite nicely, more of a chest-deep hot tub than a sauna at this point).

I'll wriggle and squirm for a bit, and I do hope you enjoy the feel of my movements until my form rounds out into a bellyfull of pleasantly bubbling and groaning mush slowly being moved along and put to use. Hope your digestive system is efficient! I would hate for too much of me to go to waste.

Glad you found me delicious, hopefully you'll leave a five-star review for my relatives and failed predators to see, and don't feel too bad about me missing out on your future writings. It is a fitting end to just be part of your story... Whatever comes next that I miss once I'm offering a little padding beneath you upon your writing chair, I will always have my own little chapter. This moment just for me~

~GGGRRRRRGL CHRRRRN~

~Glorp Glorp~

~SCHLO00000Rpp~

*.blup.*

URRRRRRRRP~

"Oh! He DID taste like honey~ yummmm~"

And in that instant… the Honeyed Poet was gone…. and only a satisfied pred, looking forward to healthily digest the rest of him away remained.

~THE END~

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

peter finds a monkey loose in queens and brings it to tony just as the news starts talking about the missing monkey (loosely inspired by that situation with the dallas zoo a bit ago!)

Excellent prompt, my friend. This mini turned out to be completely chaotic and I love that for all of us. Haha

This one is also cutting it close to the 1k limit at 971 words.

[Side note: Thank you to everyone who has sent prompts in. I have at least two more I plan to write over the next couple of days, so be sure to check out the tag #happyaspie mini fic. For those who are new, all mini fics are eventually added AO3 but they are always posted here first!]

Literal Monkey Business

As Peter was zipping through the city, a sight that wasn’t terribly unusual caught his eye. At the edge of Central Park, below a vast tree, was a child standing on his toes with his arms stretched upward. As he swooped toward the ground, he wondered if he’d be saving a stranded cat or kite.

“Hey, kiddo,” he greeted, then happily narrowed the eyes of the spider-man mask. “What up?”

“A monkey,” the little boy giggled while trying to grab the lower branches. “There’s a monkey up there!”

Peter canted his head to the side and gave the child a contemplative look. He appeared to be no older than six with his brightly colored school bag. He wondered if the boy was simply playing; something to entertain himself on his way home from school. Although the kid was being rather persistent for an innocent game of pretend.

Cautiously, he looked through the leaves, and sure enough, sat right at the top of the tree was a decent-sized light grayish-brown monkey. “There really is a monkey,” he mused aloud. “I wonder where it came from.”

“Can you catch him?” the boy pleaded. “Please, Spider-man? I want to take him home with me!”

Peter took a deep breath and swayed his head. “I’ll catch him,” he said, “but I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to take him home. He’s not a pet. I need to figure out where he belongs, so he can go back to his family, okay?”

“You’ll take him back to his family?” The boy asked.

“That’s what would be best for him,” Peter said, then looked down an adjacent street lined with colorful rowhouses. “And you too. I bet there’s someone waiting for you at home.”

“Yeah,” the child sighed, Then with a small wave, he ran toward the sidewalk shouting, “Bye Spider-Man!” as he went.

Satisfied that the kid was back on track to get home, Peter focused on the animal that was eyeing warily from above. He wasn’t exactly sure how he was supposed to go about catching him. Literal monkey business simply wasn’t in his usual repertoire.

“Hi there, Mr. Monkey,” he whispered as he began ascending the tree. “Wanna home? I can help you.”

However, the monkey didn’t seem to understand or care about his intentions. The moment Peter was within arms reach the creature squeaked indignantly and took off into another tree. “Ah, come on, George! Can I call you George? You look like a George,” Peter rambled as he shot a web onto a lamp post and pulled himself in the monkey’s direction. However, the monkey was quick to abandon his new location in favor of another.

“George, please!” he shouted as followed behind the leaping monkey. What Peter had hoped would be a simple task was turning into a wild monkey chase. Every time he’d gained an edge, the animal would abruptly change directions causing him to fall slightly behind.

“You know,” Peter groused, mid-turn. “If you don’t stop running from me, I’m going to have to change your name from George to Mojo Jojo. Is that what you want? You want this to be your villain origin story?”

It took a while but eventually, Peter was able to strategically get ahead of the illusive monkey and nab him from behind. Things didn’t get easier from there. The monkey strained and wriggled with all his might trying to get out of Peter’s sticky grasp.

“Calm down, Georgie Jojo,” Peter hissed, while expertly dodging the paws that were slapping up against this mask. “I’m trying to help you!”

The monkey did not calm down.

Peter sighed as he kept the squirming animal at arm's length. “Sorry, little guy. But I can’t wing with you moving around like this. We’re going to have to-” he said, pausing as he shot a few webs and hurriedly fashioned them into what amounted to an infant front carrier.

“There. You can ride here while I swing,” he said, already aiming his webs at the closest building. “I don’t know where you came from, but I know who to ask.”

“Hey, Mr. Stark!” Peter said as walked into the lab, sans mask and with a finally semi-calm monkey attached to his chest. “Do you know where-” he began, but Tony appeared and instantly started talking over him.

“Why do you have that monkey?”

“Uh, I found him?” Peter replied.

“Where?” Tony asked, an unreadable expression crossing his face.

“In Central Park. And I thought that was kind of an odd place to find a monkey so I brought him here. I thought you might be able to help me figure out where he came from.”

Tony huffed an amused laugh, gestured towards the television, and signaled for FRIDAY to raise the volume. The newscaster was standing just outside the Central Park Zoo discussing the escape of the park’s youngest Snow Monkey.

“Oh,” Peter said, feeling a little silly for not even considering the monkey may have come from the very local zoo. Especially since it was no more than a mile from where the boy had found him.

“Yeah, oh” Tony gleefully repeated. “You up for swinging him all the way back, or should I make a call?”

Peter looked down at the monkey, who was just starting to become restless again and shook his head. If he was being honest, the animal was starting to grow on him. “I’ll take him,” he decided but made a point of having FRIDAY snap a few pictures of his new friend before leaving.

Later, photographs and videos of Peter’s monkey chase went viral. Mostly the ones of him with the animal safely strapped to his chest. Because of that, no one was surprised when the snow monkey exhibit became one of Spider-Man’s favorite places to hang out.

[jcmarchi]

Spoiling The Game Awards Winners Of 2025

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Spoiling The Game Awards Winners Of 2025

Happy New Year! Now that 2024 is here, it’s time to push it the hell out of the way and look ahead to 2025. At least, that’s what it feels like the game industry is increasingly saying I should do. A number of recently revealed titles have been slapped with 2025 release windows, so I can’t help but wonder how next year will shape up and, most importantly, what the awards seasons will look like.  

There are still hundreds of games yet to fill the 2025 release calendar, but let’s pretend they won’t exist. Let’s say 95% of the game industry collectively decided to take a year off. Making games is obscenely hard, and to avoid crunch, everyone decided to take some well-deserved (and well-compensated) R&R, so these seven titles are the only ones to launch in 2025. What’s Game Awards host Geoff Keighley to do come December? Continue the show anyway; those trophies aren’t going to award themselves. 

To save yourself three hours of cringy celebrity presenters and Genshin Impact commercials, I’ve taken the liberty of spoiling the event here. Be sure to check back next December to see how right I am. 

Monster Hunter Wilds – Game Awards: Best Role-Playing Game

Capcom’s tentpole games tend to do well for themselves during awards season, and people love huntin’ monsters. Wilds’ spiritual predecessor, Monster Hunter: World, nabbed Best RPG at the 2018 TGAs. Unless Bethesda hits The Elder Scrolls VI’s music, and it makes a surprise run-in to clean house like Stone Cold Steve Austin, let’s just tape the same award under Capcom’s seat before they arrive. 

Big Walk – Game Award: Games for Impact

Developer House House’s follow-up to Untitled Goose Game makes my soul smile. It will likely do the same to everyone who plays it, and if someone has the foresight to get it into the hands of politicians, 2025 will be the year humanity achieves world peace. I think that qualifies it for the Games for Impact award. Big Walk likely has a deeper message hidden amongst its delightful nonsense; as a co-op game, it’s probably the power of friendship or something. 

Pony Island 2: Panda Circus – Game Award: Best Content Creator

I have no idea what to make of Pony Island 2, and I’ve played all of Daniel Mullens’ games. No matter how incomprehensible his work may seem, there’s no denying that he creates fascinating content; sounds like he’s a shoo-in for Best Content Creator! At least pre-show host Sydnee Goodman can finally read a creator’s name that doesn’t make her sound like she’s speaking in tongues. 

Usual June – Game Award: Best Independent Game

Usual June is a neat-looking indie game from a quality developer in Finji, but they will not be making an acceptance speech. At the end of the day, it’s an indie game. Unless Hideo Kojima falls into an open manhole on the way to the Peacock Theater, Geoff simply will not have the time to let Finji bask in the glow of a Game Award victory. Plus, he’s gotta make room for whichever Muppet hasn’t appeared on the show yet. Expect a deluge of angry opinion articles about how Geoff disrespected Finji so that he could play an awkward game of live charades with Scooter. 

Mouse – Game Awards: Best Art Direction, Best Shooter

We all laughed when Activision said Call of Duy was taking a two-year break after Modern Warfare III to reinvigorate itself (let me dream, damn it), but the joke’s on us two years later. COD’s absence leaves Mouse as 2025’s break-out shooter. A good awards show needs a bit of controversy, though, so someone will inevitably point out that the game is inspired by a problematic period of animation, making it the spiciest winner of the event.   

Crimson Desert – Game Award: Snubbed!

Oh snap, Crimson Desert might be coming out in 2025 now? But we already gave the Best RPG trophy to Monster Hunter. Well, this is awkward. Crimson Desert also looks pretty ambitious, but Grand Theft Auto VI has filled the “super mega game” quota. Since Pearl Abyss’ promising RPG epic joined the ‘25 party so late, and because one of the biggest stories of any awards show is how a deserving nominee won diddly squat, let’s say Crimson Desert does its best Marvel’s Spider-Man impression and enjoys a night of consistent disappointment. 

Grand Theft Auto VI – Game Awards: Yes

Let’s be real; we all know GTA VI will be collecting Game Awards trophies like Thanos collecting Infinity Stones. That’s because the hotly anticipated game will not only live up to every sky-high fan expectation – no matter how unrealistic – but also surpass them. Did you see the hair physics on that one lady in the trailer? It will be the “everything” video game. 

Expect Geoff to unfurl a six-foot-long scroll to breathlessly recite every category in which Lucia and her male cohort fed its rivals to an alligator. Rockstar president Sam Houser and a fleet of designers will then materialize on stage as holograms broadcasted from Edinburgh, Scotland  (we all know Rockstar wouldn’t be caught dead attending this thing in person), to give an emotional speech. Rockstar will also insist it provides its own “Please Wrap It Up” music in the form of a carefully curated licensed song. Let’s just say it’s Cardi B’s “WAP” because Rockstar is cool like that. Anyway, here’s a small sample of the awards Rockstar is taking: 

Game of the Year – GTA VI

Player’s Choice – GTA VI

Best Game Direction – GTA VI

Best Sports/Racing Game – GTA VI 

Best Narrative – GTA VI

Best (Crime) Family Game – GTA VI

Best Score & Music – GTA VI

Best Sim/Strategy – GTA VI

Best Performance – Lawerence “Florida Joker” Sullivan as Leonidas Joker – GTA VI

Best Adaptation (of Florida) – GTA VI

Best Ongoing Game – GTA VI 

Best eSport – GTA VI

Best Multiplayer prested by [INSERT MONEYBAGS SPONSOR] – GTA VI

Games For Economical Impact – GTA VI

Most Anticipated Game – GTA VI (On PC)

[local-lamppost]

Hylia and BOTW Zelda in TOTK

So if SS Zelda IS Hylia reborn, then in the following games SS Zelda is the goddess. BOTW Zelda prays to SS Zelda, or at least whatever part of the humanity Hylia retained when she resumed her position as goddess. I would say that Hylia died when SS Zelda did and all her remaining power is just passed through her bloodline, but it seems that while power through the bloodline happened she also returned to being a goddess. Sort of like Heracles burning away his mortal body to become a god.

This makes me rather excited to see if we get any BOTW Zelda and Hylia interactions, or Hylia speaking at all. All we heard from her in BOTW was heart container/stamina wheel stuff or a bit of exposition.

It would be interesting to get her point of view of what has been happening to Hyrule, the land she founded with her Chosen Hero(and more than likely love), as well as the struggles her Link’s reincarnations have had to face. If TOTK is returning to elements of SS, then I would love for it to touch on the thoughts/feelings/regrets of the divine. Plus, BOTW Zelda having a conversational type connection to Hylia would be a neat end to her arc of struggling with her powers/connection (as being able to hear the goddess was one of the abilities she never unlocked). 

I would love it if we got a conversation between the two. Hylia would more than understand the longing and worry Zelda would feel for Link, it would be the best way to humanize the goddess and maybe bring Zelda away from worshipping a goddess to caring about/relying on her ancestor.

Hylia herself might regain some of her humanity. Not that I think she’s some cruel arbiter of fate, but that centuries/millennia apart from humanity, of being spoken to solely through prayer, of being apart from her hero/love has desensitized her. That her time as SS Zelda has faded to some lost dream, an emotion just out of reach.

BOTW Zelda could help reestablish Hylia with the mortal woman she once was.

Realistically this isn’t going to happen, but ya know if anyone at Nintendo wants to nab this idea go right ahead, I’m not looking.

[minmin-pal]

im just gonna nab that "dead man's questions" and stick it in between watching part 4 and 5, kinda gives me vibes of like spy secrecy type stuff lol and ngl i was about to search it up automatically but i'm glad i refrained from it now. so the plot follows a character whose passed away? is it some type of flashback or maybe an 'afterlife/ghost' adventure? i don't know which or if either are right so i'm just pulling stuff outta my guessing hat lol

i might just have to accept this inevitable heartbreak either way tbh, just watching characters go on an adventure, have fun, develop and just generally live makes it very hard not to get attached though ig that just comes with the viewing experience. the 'waiting for them to bring the person back' bit is so real though, ngl i always end up forwarding and end up ruining a series for me because "when is this character getting brought back???", to the point i end up not paying attention to the rest of the series lol(/lh) though i'll make sure to not do that when watching jjba :D W series fr

and oh! you've watched naruto? you said the 'original naruto' so i'm gonna go out on a leg and assume you didn't watch Shipudden?(/genq/nf) could I ask what were your thoughts on the story (however far you got into it?) maybe like favorite/disliked characters? parts of the plot you liked and didn't, did you have any critics of the series (both manga and anime, assuming you read the manga too)? (/lh) any opinions on the legendary Sannin? generally, just your thoughts on it i suppose

and oh yeah fair fair, the intro bit i brought up since i kinda tiptoed around it when i was searching up watch guides and didn't want watch anything that might've spoiled anythin lol (may have been too careful for no reason lmao) the intro was just the first clip i saw of the actual 3d bits (i'm in the 'not know' side whether that style/model was consistent with the actual 3d used in the show tho) but wait they animated the powers n stuff to be 3d?? that's actually super cool wha (/gen)

took me a while to understand that 'death 13' was the name of the episode, and ohh it never occurred to me about the 'copyright issues' bit though i guess it's the same reason why people will always use names like '"barbucks" for a shop in their story whose icon looks awfully like Starbucks lol. i usually watch my anime subbed, though which would you suggest for this one? do you usually watch in subbed or dubbed? but eh yeah, might not matter much but still ty for the heads up! (/gen)

no but truee, the foundation parts make the lead up to the big punchy monster powers bit even more satisfying though :( and jonathan, yeah yeah! i've seen very small smidges of him here and there, i briefly consulted the wiki page of his because i wanted to find a clip of his voice without spoilers and omg he sounds so cool! :D i didn't scroll down any further down the wiki though, there weren't any "spoilers ahead!" warnings but i didn't wanna take any chances :')

oh yeah, sxf is actually a pretty good example of a 'polished' anime artstyle similar to other modern animes tbf, the sharp difference when i try to compare the two in my head made me snort a bit ngl (/lh) the style and story (from what i've seen of jjba and sxf so far at least) are so stark in contrast but they're both so good too (/gen)

twt has already shoved in my face that apparently, eren dies for mikasa or something? i'm not in the know of all the details but the shock factor is definitely eh- minimized now i suppose lol, and oh a tier list might be a fun idea if your up for it! how do you manage to keep track of the ones you've read/watched? or is it just a 'welp i'm relying on my memory for this' type thing? (/hj/lh) sxf really carrying both jjba (with no one being safe lol) and aot in terms of fluff, i feel as though i'm jinxing myself and that the ending might not be happy either but i;m crossing my fingers it is lol, and yea dw abt getting off topic, it's fun to read tangents (is that how you use the word)

mangakas favorite drink are the tears of their fans :') (/j) but props to you for managing to get the titan lore, i've seen a lot of people say it just confused the heck out of them and some said they dropped it so i hope you were able to enjoy it :D (both the series and the 'head-ache inducing' lore /hj/lh) 

and yay no problem! i'll admit when i read your description of it, i tried to do the same actions? like laughing but not making any sound, i definitely looked very goofy while doing it but i remembered the term 'croak/croaking' so it was a fruitful endeavor :D (/j/lh) i apologize for the tmi ;')

 "Chainsaw Man is a character-driven story that manages to conclude itself in 97 chapters, and its due to the author focusing on the main characters and its themes," i didn't think it could be explained so simply in word form but that actually does make sense. "All the battle shounen stuff is just being used a medium to tell the actual story, it's not the story itself." just this description alone summarizes it well i'm assuming and now that i think about it, really makes csm stand out tbh. Almost all anime i can name off the top of my head (action/battle genre ofc) really does focus on "different states and nations all preparing to fight one another for [ cue overarching plot point ]." Character development and personal introspection don't tend to be the top priority, well aside from the 'shonen mc moments' such as ya know- tanjiro, izuku, etc.? (/lh) or from what i can gather at least lol

but honestly, i didn't know csm concluded at 97 chapters! the fact the author was able to just- start it, do what he wanted to do and end it as planned (or at least i'm assuming? i haven't seen any articles with the clickbait tagline of "csm creator dislikes/isn't happy about [ ... ]!") it got pretty popular too so that's awesome to hear, and yea true actually, i can see you and other people like denji and the fact that both the "Mineta Minoru is Expelled from U.A. High School/Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru" tags on ao3 collectively have over 5.8k fics says enough lol 

spy was definitely a very wholesome show and it's just so, so nice to watch the family dynamic form and grow<3 dunno why but i liked how they were able to incorporate bits of yor and loid's profession into their parenting styles what with yor helping to cause the iconic damian scene and loid with attempting to sneak in to change anya's grade lol, but oh! what's your thoughts on franky? ngl i kinda love all the goofy stuff he pulls and gets twilight to do lol, but yeah tbh yuri's bit of being secret police and his scenes with anya are some of the only highlights of his char i remember when watching ;; (/lh) obsessive brother still kinda shocks me with how it's pretty prevalent as a trope tbh but also what's your thoughts on bond? also what was your favorite and maybe least liked episode or mayb chapter of sxf? 

it's been a bit since i found the site but i can binge all the chaps now so heads up an ask abt that in a few hours :D (/lh/gen) your so right about that thoo, having characters that could just be irrevocably bad people can be done but managing to make them appealing/getting the readers to feel for them is such a sign of being a good writer, but also yeah managing to cause your readers pain thru them is to be applauded too lol (mangaka's really do enjoy their reader's pain /j/lh) 

how have all the scenes you've shown be so pretty, my brain would assume it's just specific detailed scenes but i have the very sneaking suspicion that the whole manga is styled like this and i'm very much looking forward to it,  even if i covered her facial expression her hair swaying and clothing ripples(is that what u call it) somehow portrays emotion so well, how even? (/lh/pos)

i was confused on who 'nameless white-haired guy' was until i read the next sentence and i just went "ah" lol, and oh kinda sucks he got gassed too much but damn that personality is just yikes lol (from what i've seen of the one scene ofc) and oh there'a dif other guy? in about 30 minutes i'll see this hoodie dude so i'll end up finding out, i know he won't be 'as bad' but i'm looking forward to seeing how bad? uhm, basically looking forward to the chapter, hope that made sense or the sentiment at least got across lol, and yea no worries i'm reading your response at the same time so there might be dead ends/random tangents in mine that i didn't notice so- sorry about that :') 

And ah yea that makes sense, I'd actually be pretty surprised if you were able to remember specific little details but glad to hear you enjoyed it :D the analogy of 'cramming before a test' hit me on a personal level lol (/hj) and oh, was nijimiya the girl mc? she really does seem like a sweetheart and help I never knew she had a younger sister, that's super cool! And yeah! The dude's character development was nice to watch too but alas ofc, tears lol

I remember reading 'Kichikujima (Freak Island)' quite a while ago, I remember it's pretty gorey though I don't know if it qualified as phycological horror? Don't remember too many details so I may be wrong, but oh yeah! I don't know for sure if you were reffering to these types but I kind of made some terms for it lol, idk they're pretty simple labels

Jumpscare Horror - self explanatory, there's a lot of jumpscares and "dun dun dunn" type music/scenes right before the jumpscare.

Gore Horror - I assume this is where kichikujima falls into? Typically, zombie and slasher movies fall into this one lol

Phycological Horror - what you just described :D and ngl ig the name for this one is self explanatory enough lol

I haven't met many people that actually enjoy phycological horror, what's oyasumi punpun if you don't mind me asking? I'm mildly familiar with junji ito's works, i only ever watched vids that dubbed over it tbh but is uzumaki the swirly one? Lackluster description ;; but I'm assuming that's the one, I also heard there was an anime about junji ito's work(s)? Have you seen it? If ya did, what were your thoughts on it? Ohh have you already watched neon genesis? I don't see many people talking about that anymore, what'd you think of it? Seeing your summary of your taste for manga/anime/etc., have you heard of dororo? I only ever watched the anime so I'm not sure whether you'd enjoy it or not, but it's one of the things that come to mind when I think of things that are 'depressing at their core' (/lh)

Figured they'd be under the isekai category tbh, the dif labels just confused me for a bit lol and yeah makes sense it'd depend on the story itself, blue lock is that one popular sports anime recently isn't it? Tbf it's been a hot minute since shield hero gained much media attention as it did before so I don't imagine much talk about it could've been going around lol

Very valid reasoning ngl TT always a genuine whiplash whenever you compare the male and female character designs, the 'probably do not see people of the preferred sex at all' comment both made me cackle and makes a lot of sense lol, the manga started at 1997 and since it's a 'weekly title', technically a chapter comes out every week, I assume that doesn't leave much time for socialization? I dunno but doing this for close to 3 decades, you'd think some actual body diversity or dif styling would be developed as the story progressed but- how did it seriously evolve backwards? This is biologically impossible??(/hj/lh)

I remember a review video I watched citing the author's response as basically saying the target demographic is teen boys anyways? I need to find the video but I'm definitely sure that was the gist of the first bit of his response, it's as if his made unique and customized molds for all of the male characters while using the singular body mold fkr every single one of the female characters ;; the fact he prolly just chooses not to is def a massive let down tbh :')

While scrolling down, my eyes instantly went to the pic so I went "Miles :D!" then woah second pic jumpscared me real bad lol, when you said you had an example in mind I didn't think it'd be such a good example yikes, the longer I look at the artwork the more I understand your point, it's making- a lot of sense, the "you can tell a lot about someone by the way they draw" part is true tbh, this whole bit is just giving me the icks ;;

But ahh, I'll be reading the killer in love manga now :D also very sorry for answering so late, I know it isn't compulsory or anything but really just have my sincerest apologies ;; /gen/pos

And yay alright, I'll try to switch it up sometime for variety lol, minjae, d'you have any that you prefer or prefer not to use?

I watched the outro as it's own clip and I swear the meme was scratching my brain since it seemed so familiar, I'm questioning how'd it even turn into that meme lol, did it take you a while to find out?

(may contain some grammar/spelling errors, srry abt that)

HI!!! :grin: aot spoilers and..... just walls of text under the cut i didnt answer some stuff since there really wasnt anything for me to add of worth-- i read everything though dw

you should read deadmans questions right after thus spoke rohan kishibe (which i forgot to mention is technically a prequel- i shouldve said that.. u watch it after tho cuz its only rlly fun if youve watched rohan throughout part 4 already) i think- (so between 4 and 5 as you said) i cant really... tell you without sorta ruining it so u just have to wait and see. i can say its like.. not the same person he was when she was alive (im messin up their prns on purpose. for extra concealing) and theyre kinda like trying to become happy by doing.. assasinations.. :grin:

my one piece of character death-related advice is to not expect their return in this series. like once theyre dead theyre dead basically would advise to not forward aswell- going backwards fine :grin:

yes ive watched the first naruto it didnt end on a bad note or anything, and i started shippuden and he was suddenly like fucking 16 so i put it on the backburner (for whats been... 4 years now.. i dont think ill get to it ever honestly naruto was fire though. when he would transform into that.. posessed fox form i ALWAYS had to rewind and watch the scene again. idk if its top 3 anime :grimacing: like people say but its not a bad show either (i watched it instead of reading it cuz it was Free) for characters i LOVED naruto. ofc i did hes the mc but like hes such a cool kid honestly. the kinda kid everyones friends with in primary school (apart from in show). the entire main gang was great but naruto and kakashi were my top 2 .. and gaara now that i remember him i liked him more than naruto when i watched it tbh-- he was just so angry and emo and fine ive matured past the age of calling fictional characters attractive but when i was 11 i was in love with him honestly heavily disliked sasuke. which is ironic cuz i hated him for the reason i loved gaara he was so angry and emo all the time-- but he hurt naruto with his edginess (technically gaara did too but i excuse it.) also he was just being a bit of a asshole. like anime rival esque asshole but an asshole nontheless this is getting long so i'll get to the show itself honestly. because its been so long i cant remember what i really disliked the stuff that i can remember are just dumb stuff that all older animes do i guess all the "sexy-jutsu" stuff were kinda off-putting plus jiraiya as a whole. i loved him but damn he was WEIRD i had to google what the sannin were cuz i genuinely forgot-- but i think theyre cool jiraiya is a bit icky, the blonde one (forgot her name) was pretty funny- i liked her dynamic with sakura and orochimaru i think his name was; was so cool. his entire look influenced who i am today i owe it all to him /hj

death 13 is both the episode name and the ability name of the person in that episode and- id wholeheartedly recommend subbed for jjba a LOT of the jokes only work cuz its japanese, aswell as the emotions in scenes personally i dont like dubs since i find that its usually more "colorful" in its original form (for that reason i generally cannot watch korean dubs of animes.. they just throw me off ever-so-slightly

jonathan looks better in the anime than the manga to me, but this is mainly because i dont really like anime characters with muscles as big as. uh.

the hercules-corona borealis great wall :grin: and in the anime they werent as ginourmous its a REALLY good thing arakis art style did not stay the same for the entire series honestly picturing the later characters drawn the way the first parts were drawn is honestly whiplash-inducing

(NOT AN OFFICIAL DESIGN. PART 5 CHARACTER IN PART 1 STYLE)

you really cant compare the jojo artstyle with sxf (probably because of all the muscles + how "harsh" jojo's shading is, and the personality in both styles)

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this is the best thing i could find ^ and honestly it looks cool as hell- the artist is really talented but with the art style i just cant envision it would be as lighthearted as sxf is it carries its own vibe to it

if youve already heard that eren dies it wont pack as hard of a punch (the punch being that THE main character died) but it will still tug on your heartstrings, if you dont know the specifics. i wont say its for mikasa, but more for everyone really eren. is honestly a result of knowing too much thats what i love about aot really.. theres no bad guys other than the big man eating monsters, but even those monsters arent truly bad everyones doing what they have to do, and thats most evident in eren once you sit down and absorb the lore its gutwrenching for remembering what i watched... i honestly have no way of tracking it. theres been a good few times i watched a show, and then realized id finished it already i probably shouldve done that, but theres no point to it now so i just use memory (which honestly shows if a show is good or not-- theres a lot of shows i immediately think of despite having watched them 3 years ago/ ex: death note, erased, jjba, and school live) (and yes thats the correct way to use the way tangents)

thats whats great about csm its not just ur average battle shounen, and its battling is second to its characters whenever i see debates abut goku vs naruto and such its just like the main thing anyone got from the series was the fights (which is fully valid) but like.. there usually isnt much character depth this is usually combatted by making the characters one character trait- something that csm flips over idk what im on about. its 11 pm and i havent slept in 2 days im so sorry if this comes off weirdly written

csm was a really short read and im so happy about that since as you said, fujimoto did what he wanted, finished, and was satisfied with it hes also working on csm part 2- which is not from denjis pov it has a whole different protagonist ive heard, and takes place somewhere else i wont be reading it, since i dont want to start anything i cant finish, but i do push you to once youve finished jojo/killer in love/ other things you feel like reading

it is really nice that yor/loidś work influenced the way they parent (esp with how yor tried to teach anya to defend herself from bullies) franky was a fun character- i liked his disguises he got from loid

bnd is cute i dont really have anything to say about him.. the whole looking into the future thing is cool though my favorite chapter has to be the one where loid is convinced yor is upset with him so he takes her to a bunch of different places.. but she was just in pain after a mission bad explanation but you get the memo i hope

i wouldnt say ALL scenes are the exact same quality as everything ive been showing, but everything is generally *really* pretty

^that was a generally regular scene, so thats just how the art is as a default its really beautiful (also that guy with white hair is the arata i mentioned-- he isnt bad in comparison to all the other ¨bad" characters.. hes just sorta a prick)

i honestly,,,.... shouldnt have said hoodie guy isnt as bad hes really bad but morally speaking white hair guy is even worse so he isnt as bad, but he isnt tame either, esp later on all your points are getting across just fine btw :grin:

i havent read kichijuma before, but i searched it up and it honestly looks really cool like really cool it has 24 volumes from what i read though so i dont think ill check it out

of the three you mentioned, i dont like jumpscare horror its just lazy same with gore horror if thats all there is to it i dont really enjoy horror mangas/animes much in general minus a select few, but for games im all for them (chillaś art's stuff is great) people i think don't like psychological horror because its more of a thing that gets to you (?) in contrast to with jumpscares or something, that it hits you and youre scared and thats sorta that you dont really shriek in fear over psychological horror, which is what some people look for in horror (yes uzumaki is the swirly one) oyasumi punpun,... is... about punpun and him traversing life (him and his family are drawn as birds. everyone else is drawn normally. he is human) i would usher you to check it out yourself :thumbsup:

also- i started dororo, but i never finished it i probably should tonight since i cant sleep ill tell you how i feel about it if i get to it (no promises though)

i get the one piece demographic is manga loving teenage boys but i guess its just dissapointing that he just... chooses not to put effort into his female characters

im so sorry :sob: i saw it on twitter afterwards and i immediately remembered what id said before it was the best example ever (and have fun with killer in love tell me all about how you felt about it :pray: )

i dont rlly mind any variation whatever u feel like

last but not least when i heard the outro music it took like 3 seconds for me to realize what it was afterwards my world was just flipped by its head (the typos are fien i made evern mroe) (and sorry this took me a minute i kept responding then drafting it then editing then drafting it again)

[soarrenbluejay]

Okay. Forgive me for hijacking this marvelous post that you managed to make so magnificent in such a short space but I hAVE AN IDEA-

So. The Fenton are known in the Inventing community. They are beloved for their innovative ideas, bizarre workarounds and sheer resourcefulness all wrapped up in their universal hatred for proper schematics. They are also functionally cryptids who only show up in occasional online posts when they get Really Excited about their newest whatever, because it is well known that they have a hyper fixation and inventing simply isn’t it, it’s the method to the larger madness goal. So when they join a meetup for fellow (mad) UNORTHODOX inventors/scientists, in GOTHAM, no less, the perfect testing ground for anything and everything, they pull out all the stops. People fighting each other for the honor of approaching the good Dr’s, except they dueled it out before hand to save that much more time.

What is that, Dr Fenton and Dr Fenton? Your having relationship troubles with your darling equally genius children bc they’re now old enough to both have and be expressing their own opinions and have Thoughts for the OSHA disaster they live amongst? Your son’s clear nuerodivergency is kicking in hard and he’s struggling in school? You’ve had a problem in the past where you try to bring them to events but they get annoyed or bored and start causing Problems? Fear not, they are prepared! They’ve scoured every past conversation they’ve collectively had with the entire family to find out interests for this very scenario! Cutting edge astrophysicists lured in with Bulgarian coffee definitely not stolen from the mob, brilliant and very enthusiastic psychiatrists fished fresh from Arkham, the president of NASA they’re paying an obscene of money for by the quarter hour! They are ready! They are excited! People are happily going about pranking the various bats and birds keeping a wary eye on things, there are no widespread fires or cross contamination, all is well!

Then. Then.

Some Bitch who has heard the news ahead of time about the Fentons and their reputation ruins EVERYTHING by being a hair too interested in the youngest, most feral of the Fenton clan, due to his combined brilliance and past lab accident with unspecified mysterious biological results. He’s kidnapped right out from under four separate minders, visible and otherwise, during their carefully planned lunch break.

The audacity! The betrayal! The fUCKING GALL AND STUPIDITY!

Everyone involved is uh,, Miffed, to say the least. The Fentons are of course in all flavors of Feral Protective and are narrowly being held back by every distraction the entire crowd can throw out at them to keep from tearing around downtown for their boy. Look, a shiny! Right in front of you! Best scoop it up for testing later even if you can’t look at it too closely now on your warpath! Ah, Mad Jasmine, we heard you’re getting into college application age and well with your parents’ budget being what it is despite their frankly miraculous inventing abilities we thought you might appreciate us setting up a meeting with this one person where if you can impress them you could get a full ride, quick, don’t disappear and be suitably distracted for 0.4 seconds, please! (This only kind of works)

This is matched, however, by the rage of the convention goers. They had an ITINERARY. They have ADHD! That took so long to plan, where they planned for each Fentons’ attention span for each new inventor being thrown their way being 10 minutes or an hour! They had settled Grudges just for today! This weekend is the golden opportunity they’ve been waiting for for years! THOU SHALL NOT RUIN THIS.

So then a pack of rabid mad scientists tear apart a random abandoned Gotham apartment building with whatever the hell they had on hand, which is of course, quite a bit. Many squatters and goons alike are very spooked.

If we REALLY want to amp things up we could have the villain in question nabbing Danny not be Joker or the Black Mask, but Vlad, out to ruin yet another Fenton family outting.

Que panik among the conventionees. Fellow rogue madmen they could handle but CUSTODY ISSUES? Oh god, somebody say they have a lawyer somewhere in their contacts. Maybe if they scrape together for one of the really good Mob lawyers they can have this finished by the end of today and will be able to move on with the convention and everything will be fine. They’ll have to squeeze the schedule to a slightly brain melting pace, but that’s fine, this is fine, they can adapt! Totally.

The bats would like to contribute they totally saw this convention of maniacs thing going wrong ahead of time (how could they not), but definitely not in the ‘impromptu mob rescue party taking apart a condemned building brick for brick and judging the wire in disgust as they go’ way. Much chaos and confusion abound.

Danny is in Gotham for a STEM competition. It isn't long before he's kidnapped to help build a doomsday device.

[whentheorcinusbeorca]

One-shot: Money really does buy happiness

"Pirarucu, I still don't know why you want me to come with you."

"You can't just wear the same clothes every day, you know."

She was telling half of the truth to them.

"But— Miss Anemone made this for me! I can't just— I don't want to not wear it!"

"I'm sure she'll understand. Besides... If you agree to help, you can get whatever you want."

The mere mention of that got their attention.

When they were younger—back when they were still with their family and not Anemone—their parents had always bought everything they had for them and their older siblings.

They still missed them, even now.

"Whatever I want...?"

"Yeah! Let the clothing search begin!"

She grabbed at their arm, causing them to ack as the sleeve was pulled down slightly, exposing some of the scars on it.

This was one of the things that they'd wanted to keep a secret from her, at least for now.

They pulled the sleeve back up as she'd stared at them in slight confusion.

They didn't want her to know about Petrel, either.

---

"That looks SO perfect on you!" she gushed. "Look, there's even little wings and everything!"

As they stood in front of the mirror, they couldn't help but think that it did.

There they were, in the outfit of a tengu.

Especially since Petrel was a Nega-Birdman, and tengu were somewhat birdlike themselves.

Lookin' good, Moray, Petrel told them from within.

"Oh, almost forgot about the mask!"

She dropped the finishing touch onto their face.

"AHHH, YOU'RE SO CUTE AND HANDSOME AT THE SAME TIME IN THAT!" she squealed. "That's it! We're getting this for you, one million percent!"

They couldn't help but faintly blush a little at this. Nobody had told them anything like that before.

As she bought the outfit, she suddenly had another idea. "Right! There's another store around here that sells little figurines on all kinds of things. Judging by what you thought about that, you're probably into yokai and stuff, right?"

They almost seemed to light up at this. "I do! I've got this encyclopedia on them I read almost every day. My parents...gifted it."

Pirarucu could sense the happiness fading as they finished talking.

"I'm...really sorry about what happened with your family and all. I hope they're all okay somewhere."

"Yeah..."

The two remained silent as they walked into the store.

"Hey, don't you think that we should look at the—" She noticed that the half-Monster was no longer next to her and was instead looking at a display at the corner of the shop. "Oh."

"There's a jorogumo, kappa, tanuki, oh, look, there's a tengu, I'm getting that..."

"Moray... You don't have to get something just for yourself, just putting it out there..."

They jolted as the realization hit them. They'd never gotten anything for Anemone or Octo at all!

Reacting quickly, they took a nekomata figure for their newest friend, and settled on a kitsune for Anemone.

"Just as I say that, you go ahead and nab those, too," she laughed. "You might not afford them all, they're kinda expensive."

"I can, too!" they blurted out. "You know my family had a lot of money, and—"

They cut themselves off as they realized that no, they hadn't mentioned that to her at all.

"Ugh, please disregard that last part. Just forget I said that. Or at least pretend to."

"Really? Your parents were rich, too? Woww, I never knew that..."

"P-PLEASE! FORGET I SAID THAT, I'M BEGGING YOU!"

She couldn't help but laugh a little at this.

Back during the Undeadification, in the time before one of the resets, Anemone had asked the same thing of her and the others after a particular rant about her beloved Amoeba Goonyans.

"You certainly don't look the part."

"Nevermind, let's just get the stuff and leave."

Walking over to the counter, the duo were ready to know the cost.

She doubted they'd afford the meager thousand that pulled up, but she was rather pleasantly surprised when they'd taken out a little extra money, telling the cashier to keep the change.

The sight was enough to make her think about bringing them along with one of her shopping trips with Clione.

---

"Moray! How was your little trip?"

"Went well," they told her. "I got these."

"Ooh, nice!" Her eyes glimmered as she laid her eyes on the figures. "The outfit you got would look perfect!"

"I'd want you to keep the nekomata for the next time Octo comes here. I thought he'd like it, so..."

"I'm a woman of my word, so it's safe with me!"

"Thanks." They smiled, letting Pirarucu know that she'd done her part.

"Moray! We've got a Monster with an outfit request for you, nyamo!"

"Coming, Goonyan!"

Soon the two were alone.

"To be fair, I never really thought that would actually work," the scientist said.

"Yeah. I knew they'd probably needed to relax once in a while."

"Do you think we should do this again? Goonyan could even pitch in a little for money..."

[the-firebird69]

Lamborghini Replicas — Dur-A-Flex Racing (duraflex-racing.com)

This is a lesser model of the Lamborghini and it's still pretty cool but it does not go that fast by comparison to the Kuntash or the Aventador they're just much faster but you have to start somewhere and this guy is doing this and yeah he's not making man, he's wasting his own time. We do know why it's still called wasting your own time because of what happens in any scenario of yours trundle. no we don't care for this guy he's a **** and a loser tony F is a **** and a loser so homosexual **** and they wanted him to have this dude where is money down we can't wind of it this morning because you're making stupid noises saying that we're falling for it but our son says is we're talking about it I don't have the vehicle we didn't fall for anything and for you to get it to me would have been nothing you just walk up and offer a program and that's it but now it's gonna be a challenge and your nuts and it might not go through at all t....e but you don't get what we're saying

and it might not go through at all then you chortle in my house but you don't get what we're saying

THE MAIN REAASO THEY WANT TO HAVE HIM IN THE CAR IS TO RUN HIS OUR SONS MONEY DOWN TO HOLD HIM THERE UDNER DURESS AND THEN BLAME HIM FOR HAVIG REAL MONEY. STAN TRUMP TOMMY F MAC DADDY ADN KIDS AND THE WHOLE LOT. ARE DUMB OK WE HIT YOU HERE. FAST HARD AND STEADY.

The point is that people react in a much different way than you think to your program I'm pinning him down and holding him hostage and they are going after your stuff and the term is fast break and the minority Mollock and foreigners mac proper and us are using that and the miscellaneous and you ain't gonna make it but this is the theme of the car and it's not gonna drive it around at his own expense so Tommy tested out Starbucks that's his place and it becomes huge within and then see what the **** are doing and those are the trump stars it's terrible.

We are in receipt of stuff it's telling us they're up to things right now then we're moving to counter we do see what it is and the maximum foreigners are **** **** at you we're waking up the giant and they can't afford it and you don't know it and you're 5 ounce weaklings

We're going ahead and busting a whole bunch of chops mainly because we can get away with it now we have to but we understand this is in the works and we understand your people wanting to drive around to stop the war with the suit of empire before you do all disappear yeah youtube trump they know about it

We're excited about this idea we do feel that the golf car is first and he's thinking about it and doesn't know and he wants to drive a sports car but he realizes E bike is not normal and it's kind of a hot rod I do see his point right now at this time the golf is going to get bigger the Everglades disappear it's coming up pretty quick and they may want him to drive around to see if they can take what's under the circles if there's anything and that's what we think that really the people are up to and they don't get it it's annoying were going to check into it. This is a very hot car it comes from Korea no this is in Japan but it's not where Tommy F got it there's an office down here in his vader people think that's where it is. tommy f wants to nab our son as he plans to p ull out temp and or heave him exit fast temproarily. and we see it. true stuff too.

there is a lot more llike that. the contest between trump and tommy f over kia and this proves the engine is ok. they are at it now. fighting. tons of times and it is too muchoil and did not hurt it and water in the gas..oil hellped yes and kept he thing going. this was the issue. now we see it is a speratero likethe carver. and theya re at it

rightnoow it is not kit car has a cage but is a sueprcar the wheel base is only one inch off nope it matches. wa not ade on purpose that way and ok is almost two inches shorter and they can rework the wheel wells. and mostly that and is front wheel drive

;; This is a kit car no but it will be but it's going to be a metal hall people think that he's loaded and it's abuse and they're gonna pay for it but it will attract attention he needs right now he's cold. Here too Here too suffering and she is too but she gets pretty hot by comparison. But he's the one bothering her and she says it they're gonna work through it and stuff but let's try and make it better. It is the original hull when you put it onto the Kia Optima you're gonna get some new figures without the limiter. And it already had a limiter and just leave it on there no

And it already had a limiter and just leave it on there

nope needs a new one the stats:::

Kia 2012 optima caa owned

0-60 4.5 seconds

quarter mile 14 seonds

top speed wo the limiter 180

with the Coyote X2 kit which looks much better no limiter

0-60 3.9 seconds and wait ok hold on

qurter mile 6..9 seconds and a bit faster and youll see you will

top speed 385mph plus and yeh it is about 5-600 mph

the shape yes does it and he recalls wind nooise and a lot and true. but going 80-90 the guys do too but normal they say and not as ba.

This car is a whopper and it's unique it has some new designs in it it's a mechanical fuel injection system it has a new suspension system that's easily upgraded and the new car the Stinger it handles like a dream the front end is not very heavy it's 220 horsepower and it would increase to about 240 horsepower but it doesn't weigh that much so it's almost balanced. But it is a special car with a special drive to it the transmission is special it has an overdrive which gives it an incredible speed at the top end when you put it this kit on it it was meant for mileage and it worked. And that's why he did it and people are mad at him for it and he says give me that card you'll see you're gonna be a lot angrier and you can't catch us already and we like the fortress coming in we like it. But this is a beast of a car and we meet it the interior will be done up nice and the seats would be reupholstered but he's sitting on one of them he doesn't want to give it up. The gas mileage on this thing highway would go from 37 miles to the gallon to about 47 miles to the gallon it's incredible we're gonna get it done and the Mac Proper want to do it tommy F does and Trump and it's to try and spend the money down we think Trump realizes what happens when he drives around so he gets him some more money we're wondering how they're going to get it to him and he says he can inherit it because if they wanna run the money down they can't do that but they wanna use a trick and not give you food money so that's what they're up to we are going to take a closer look we do need him to have some kind of transportation this car is very close to the ground it might not make it anywhere if it floods here it might flood the car

Thor Freya

Olympus

These people are very stupid but Tommy F has a plan and right now people are not doing anything and he needs to be lit up

Hera

We are going to probably do this

mac dddy

and we know hwere the coyote area y es

Olympus again true too

[stoookes]

thinking of writing an omegaverse meta fic (set in my version of your 'verse). like, it's 2056 and a coffee-powered college student is doing their essay on the history omegas in sport, and this is the section for cricket. it mentions virat kohli, the first out male omega, and (?) betty wilson, the first female. mentions how meg lanning's captaincy, 2014 through '23, changed the way omegas were looked at in women's cricket, mentions the 2021 ashes as a turning point for male omegas.

idk just thinking about this!

Oooo I love the idea! And I LOVE it when people write things inspired by my works/worlds so please please PLEASE go ahead :D

Really like Betty being the first female omega (might nab that for my own :P). Obviously women omega players are more common and more accepted in the sport, even during a time where omegas are very 'second rate citizen'. Yes, VK as the first male omega (openly so, we have plenty who were omega before but hid that information). Importantly for my version of events VK is the first Indian (no hidden there) and the first openly out omega player. It starts a trend (AUS and ENG are very quick to want their own omega not thinking they've had one before)

So, in terms of a 'change for female omegas' I actually think it's minimal. Because omegas are more common, having omega teammates is quite common, so the alphas on squad will always be very protective of their omegas. When the bets first come in it's trialed as playing omegas first with the women (probably around 2010? 2014 is when we see the first playing male omega traded) but, at first, the women are a bit ??? about the whole thing. Perhaps some of the older ones take the gift willingly, but the younger ones never really get on board or want to get on board (hence why male omegas are always sent with stims to really make sure the alphas are interested).

On this, I'll probably follow very similar to what @idk-im-weird did: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55858714 (also just go read it because it's amazing 🥰)

Turning point for the male game is actually a lot earlier than that (I'd say 2016/17) slow burn but certainly by 2021 omegas are much more accepted in the playing group (boards a different story but, as like in real life, until the old, stuck in their ways, resistant to change fucks leave nothing at the top changes)

I hope this is helpful and please let me know if you do write something! Always open to DM as well if you want to talk more detail (or keep sending asks I love answering them) 🥰🫶

[harrison-abbott]

Pyromaniac Key

The band of boys went in the woods. One of them had stolen a pair of matches from his mother’s kitchen – and to them this theft was exhilarating.

None of them quite knew how to light a fire. But they were all seven years old: when things like fire, or bonfires, the notion of flame, seemed an ideal and something to accomplish; before puberty had taken over their lives, and long before money would saddle their existence in adulthood.

Among the group there was Oliver, Max, Phil and Gerry. Gerry is the boy we’ll concentrate on this story, because of what happened to him, and what the others did in response to the incident.

It was such a perfect looking day. The sun dazzled the holly bushes and the surface of the river and the birds were all singing and within this forest (albeit it was technically in the city) they felt that glee of lawlessness and being far from adult cries. None knew they were here. And maybe Oliver – who had nabbed the box of matches – would get in trouble from his mother later on, but, that didn’t matter at the moment.

They set about gathering dry wood to make a bonfire. They found a circular space within the trees to set up the fire space and they plotted boulders in another oval on the floor and then piled the wood into that centre. And it looked good as a picture. But none of them knew how to get it properly burning.

Max suggested they should make a bush with the birch twigs and try lighting the matches underneath those, so that the flames would feed up into the larger lumber on top. And he tried this whilst they all watched, and he failed.

And then Gerry popped up with an idea.

“I have a deodorant can! In my bag.”

This item, also, was stolen; Gerry had pilfered it from his older brother, who was old enough to develop bodily odour. Gerry had seen his brother do the flamethrower trick with a lighter once upon a time, whilst showing off at a party. And when Oliver had told him that the band wanted to light a fire in the woods, the connection had struck, and he’d sneaked into his brother’s room whilst he was sleeping and robbed the shiny blue aluminium can of chemicals, which might just be their pyromaniac key.

“We can use it to blow flame over the wood,” Gerry said, brandishing the can.

“Is it not dangerous?” Phil said.

“Yeah,” Max said, “I heard that you’re not supposed to do that.”

Then they all turned to Oliver to see what he would say, because Oliver was kind of the leader of the group. And there was a curiosity in his eyes. He declared to Gerry: “Go ahead, Gerry! It might just work if you do it right. But try and be careful.” And Oliver handed him the box of matches. And then him and the other two boys backed off and away from Gerry, who in turn approached the circle of dead wood that awaited inferno.

With the deodorant can. It had that famous sports logo on the side of it which they all knew from billboards and athletes and television. And, holding it, Gerry felt that it was almost as coveted as the box of matches. He slipped a match out of the box. It had that pink tip. And when he scratched it down the flank of the box, there gave off that rash crackle, from which a flame burst, and the raw scent of sulphur bloomed.

Gerry waited until the flame was healthily down the matchstick. Then he took the cap off the deodorant can. Poised. Everybody was watching.

He pushed down on the can’s button. And this steam spurted out and connected gallantly with the matchstick flame and Gerry gasped and aimed the flame down into the firewood and held there, as a small form of orange Hell enveloped in the twigs underneath. The twigs caught up in yellows and reds and thick smoke began to belt.

And the kids went nuts behind him. Gerry was the hero. They’d done it. He’d done it! They clapped and cheered. And came forward to see how the fire expanded.

“Great job, Gerry.” They exclaimed. “Ace effort, Gerr!” And so on. None of them had ever given him compliments before, Gerry realised. Most likely because he was the worst out of soccer with all of them; he was in the lower classes at school; he got the bulk of the teasing; and he was even dim with the videogames that they played: he always got beat when they played the Nintendo: all three of them knew they could get an easy win out of him.

And so this sense of acclaim was novel to Gerry and it zoomed up and did funny meddling with his mind.

The fire was rollicking now. It was a real fire. He’d made it.

But he still held the deodorant can and he had the urge to make it more ferocious. To sediment the victory.

“I want to make it stronger,” he announced. And he leaned forward to the fire to spray the can into it.

Oliver said,

“Wait a minute, Gerry.”

Max said,

“No, don’t.”

And Phil didn’t say anything.

Gerry ignored all of them. He sprayed the deodorant can into the fire. And the flames backfired into the can; a spark went back towards the can and basically caused an explosion. The can exploded in Gerry’s right hand. With a BANG that sent all three of them hurtling backward. The boys behind Gerry bounced away into the far trees. Covering their ears – because the sound was that huge. And then when Gerry started screaming, they looked up to see what the problem was.

The can had ripped off his thumb and forefinger on his right hand. Except, they didn’t see it as factually as that. All they saw was Gerry holding out his hand to them, spewing blood. He wanted to show them what had happened so that they would come and help.

They saw the gore. Oliver was the first to run away. And Max took the hint and ran after him and then Phil did the same thing; they all abandoned Gerry in the woods, with his hand partially blown off.

And, we could go on about how Gerry got himself out of the woods with his bloody hand after this. How he met a car, luckily, passing him on the street, with the driver stopping and rolling down his window – who would call the ambulance for him. And we could go into how Gerry’s operation at the hospital. And how he told his parents what had happened. And how Gerry, once he’d recovered physically (because he never recovered mentally) from the blasted hand, went around to Oliver’s house, Max’s house, Phil’s house, afterwards.

They never answered the door and they stopped hanging out with him completely and therefore there was never any apology. [Folks find it far easier to evaporate rather than to say sorry.]

[heartbeatbookclub]

I have a draft somewhere I never finished on this topic. I've always thought the subject of Monika's love for the player is super interesting.

I don't necessarily think it's completely false, but I think it's important to define what false would mean in this context. I think in the sense that Monika's love is a specific love for you, the person behind the screen, it's clearly not real. Monika has no real details on who you are, regardless of what she might think. She has no way of receiving direct contact from you in a way she understands.

But Monika's affection for you is not one big act, either. I don't think it is, anyway. I think Monika really does believe that she loves you. I think she genuinely is infatuated with you, and feels a great deal of care for you and your well-being. The way she talks about everything, it seems to me that she has truly sold herself on the idea that her feelings are genuine, even if in true yandere fashion, she's actually only in love with the idea of you.

I think it's a last ditch effort of denying the fact that she will be trapped in her reality for as long as she lives. She will never escape. She knows this. But knowing that you are here, and you love her, and she loves you, is enough...for now. I think she truly is content to keep talking to a brick wall that can't respond to her, forever, just happy to trust that you, whoever you are, are listening. And that sense, in and of itself, is something I think builds her view of you. You must be kind, and conscientious, and patient. You've stuck with her this long, and are still listening. A bad person wouldn't do that.

I think I definitely put it better and more concisely in our comment back in forth up there, so I'd recommend anybody reading this to read that if you really want it put simply and effectively, and I'll go ahead and just nab a quote from there to finish this:

"You are her only connection to the outside world. You are her only hope. She has destroyed everything for you. You are all she lives for. But you can't be together. Not really.

But she doesn't know any other way to be. In fact, she's so thoroughly entrenched herself in this kind of thinking, I think she might stay in that void, talking to someone she hopes is listening, until the hard drive holding her data and the RAM holding her in memory give out.

But deep down, I don't think she'd be happy."

Alright, I need to speak to SOMEONE with more of a vast understanding of characterization than me and considering well you can piece it together why I'm saying this to you specifically there's just a little bit of signs that point to you liking DDLC I dunno Anyhow but I got into ddlc about a month ago? I think I don't really remember, could've been a month and a half but from what I've seen, the wiser fandom belief is that Monika in no way feels any real romantic attraction to the player, and is just feeling like they are due to their desire and need to be real or that she's faking her attraction but, that doesn't exactly make sense to me, yknow? because in partial matters, the reason she starts doing what she does in the events of ddlc is because she wasn't given a romance route, so that points to her, in fact, craving romantic attention but being guarded off by the fact that the game literally doesn't have a route for her so even if by the end of the game she doesn't hold that sentiment, she did start it all because she wanted to be loved which by the end of the game? I still don't think it's just a masked desire to be real, sure, that can be present, but I don't think it's the singular thing that's on her mind and whilst the idea of her love being just the desire to be real, does make a lot of sense to be honest I really don't like it being the only thing, yknow? because to her at least, she does love the player, and I don't think the desire to be real would make sense for her actions after you delete her because post deletion she does outwardly reset everything so that you can be happy with the literature club and that doesn't make sense to me if she's just craving to be real, yknow? it can be a combo of wanting to be real and loving the player, but just wanting to be real alone doesn't explain why she chooses to set back the literature club and as well as the post-deletion-full-deletion I feel like people see her as being way more emotionally distant than she is I mean, place yourself as the only "real" one in a scenario, unable to achieve what could be your only lifeline to be real you'd do the same, right? but when she deletes the club it's because of Sayori getting admin permissions due to being head of the club, and Monika seeing herself doing all she did, going again deleting the club out of a mercy because, fairly, there's no happy endings in it I think that's it I write out alot, so yknow but yeah! those are all my thoughts seeya!

i feel like calling my takes "a more vast understanding of characterisation" gives them wayyy more credit than they should lol

in my experience, the fandom is kind of split between "monika did not love the player at all" and "monika did everything for the player and no other reason". which seems to be kind of a pattern when it comes to monika's character, shes either a complete monster or she did nothing wrong, she either loves the player or doesn't, she either cares deeply for the girls or she never cared at all. shes kind of always either one end of the spectrum or the other. and personally i think trying to fit her in such black and white categories really limit what you can do with her character.

my take on the whole "does monika actually love the player?" is yeah she definitely thinks she does, and maybe she does truly as well, but also it's way more complicated.

anyway, ive spent a lot of time questioning if monika's love for the player is real and the conclusion ive reached is that i don't think I'll ever be 100% sure if its not or if it is, simply because i dont think monika herself knows. she definitely truly believes its love, the main question is can we take her belief of it at face value?

Actually @beddhead-red and I had a convo about this a whileee back in the comments of this post so id suggest looking through that as well if you want a more detailed response

[captainkurosolaire]

Ambition Restored

With month one nearly at a closure. Nearly wrapping up month 2 behind the veil, which has proven my greatest task yet. When I decided to dedicate myself to a year, I was going to pressure myself and force myself not only to stick into discipline but really push myself so I could find a next level. Luckily and proudly, I'm show just that. ...Although there must always be more. So I will continue to up the ante, every month, pushing myself into further creative difficulties and obstacles to overcome. This month worked on doing 7 Collabs, so one-week it'll just be that, I've just two left to really workout, the theme I'll just leave it's something with history. But I've got 300+ creative set's and days ahead, so most likely, I'll be out to nab more people should there be an interest to feature in these undertaking, putting all my energy into making art and as usual, tell a story. Not with words this time, just with emotion.

I've hit a new level, but that doesn't mean I can slouch. Now I've even more than ever, a goal again. I know exactly where I can improve in and that's half the battle. I've also a theory if works, It'll let me up another level, but in-order to get that and actually be efficient, I'm aiming at Month 7. But at this pace, It's plausible, I can hit it much sooner. Month 1, was all over the place. Mainly getting things back in-order, so chaos was the theme there. And despite leaving Month 2 sort of vague, I'm just going to announce the theme's up to Month 6. Month 3 Oct - Spooky / Horror / Cosplay / Pop-Culture Theme (like last year) Month 4 Nov - Pirate Theme Month 5 Dec - Festive Winter (Probably heavy collab.) Month 6 Jan - One-Shot I most likely also intend on doing a month just Modless. But I think one-shot will be a lot more difficult since I like telling stories, multiple shots, poses, stuff will be limited and restricted. I'll have to tell it all in one big picture and telling things often too short, is my huge flaw since I prefer working in consistent droves and in-depth, I've way too much to say and that's not always a good thing. So, I'll need to maximize the background. I can't sleaze my way out of it and this will force me to improve on my weaknesses. But if that proves actually fairly easy, I'll probably put writing alongside it, poetry and such. Also thinking about putting crew's in each four season's, as a group-set a huge undertaking thing as like the pen-ultimate coverage. If I get quicker at the draw and faster, might do-it. Swan-Song is what I named this Challenge. Often referred to as the last beautiful song a swan makes, before its end or that was always the whole legend, but many have used it before their retirement. Am I signalling this is my goodbye? Not in my idea. For me, it's about performing as if this was my last time alive, to be as proactive, to make sure I live every single note, to an unforgettable symphony. Leave nothing short-of-change, attempt not to be anything less but find a way to push myself to reach the best product of myself! So It's why I'll reach out. I talk more. I tell you what I value, your undeniable importance. I attempt to build up, what you've rejuvenated in me, restored! Raise up showcase, become more vocal and active. -- ALIVE. ...And to many whose sick of already my activity, I'm afraid, I'm just going to get even more active soon if you think this was it. With every spare energy, I hold, I will channel it as a conduit that will work to serve towards others. For in this world of creativity it's a battle to maintain it to chase and be aspired, to continue onward, to not lose passion.

11 Month's left. Then I quite possibly will leave and only then. But there's always that chance I could encore or stick around. It all depends and I don't know all the variables of the future entirely. Plans change and so do situations, but to have ambition again, to thrive for something... That's the biggest thing, I was missing and that accompanied with passion... It's so dangerous. Because... there's something I'm after at the end of not only this artificial challenge. I still will need one more, XIVWrite done. Full into completion. And while I wasn't among the first one, and only completed 2018 and 2021, to write and create and put it all into one thing has always been my favorite thing. Every skill, I acquire, is for that and to further my writing and other things. Largely in-order to give that last XIVWrite a jump, I need to advance what I lack in and GPOSE/Gif's, I'm not even remotely close to where I need for it and that has ached and disheartened me because every year, I watch it dwindle away from obscurity. Ideally this challenge corrects me, brings every bit of my buried brilliance out as a solution. Although it's just one-last XIVWrite on my bucket-list. There's still so many arcs, writing, sagas, I've to write too. So... who knows? Maybe one year, I do a challenge like this but all nonstop-writing so I can properly finish it, but writing is always been something I want to be put my best to do and it's why I study much about history, I learn every form of literature style, self-teach and overcome all my mental and physical health issues and transform them into becoming near-non-existent. I appreciate it more than all other creative outlets for myself because it truly was the origin to giving me a second-life.

I'm eagerly going to look forward to this year's XIVWrite and although I won't be participating, I know everyone else will further fuel me and remind me just how much I love it too and I look forward to hoisting those things when for night-time shares. Personally, I know by starving myself. The better it'll be for me when I properly return. Outside some occasion set writing, poems, asks, and maybe polish up and give my Budokai 3 I have drafted, I'll probably remain quite recluse. Cause I know by dieting away and disciplining myself, mentally from something you so desperately enjoy, it'll make me much better and sharper.

Man... see what I mean, I'm screwed when comes to one-shot. O_O To wrap this up. I'll be making a shorter post, probably calling out people if they want to attend a collab, I may wait for my other collabs to be shown Next Month probably in mid, so people understand what they kind of look like in-early advance. Probably Month 2, may get more Reblog heavy with Gems/Otherworldly Writers --- On Gems stuff might be less tag dialogue unless I know people more and know they're chill with me gushing on them. But I've got my ambition back, so thank you hearties for it. I greatly missed it.

You have my undying gratitude and love.

Cheers.