#[I think it's just buster I have this problem with- help me- he can't be the only thing that I make disgustingly saturated-]

[lemonisntreal]

Some of my first serious Rosita sketches that I actually took kinda seriously [numbered in order].

May or may not be a simp for this fictional pig milf @-@

We're really sleeping on the raw power this pig has, like- she built a machine out of stuff just laying around the house- that does all of her chores and takes care of her children- in what was probably less than 12 hours.

Pause Sing at the timestamp 28:35 [clock in the top left corner] and 29:20 [mini clock waking up the piglets] and you can see, at longest, she worked from 9pm to 8am on that entire machine. 11 hours. And she made all that.

Like for a god, she really doesn't get enough love. Smh my head.

[esamastation]

Shizuroth, part fifteen

Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen

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Angeal has never been quite as aware of the exact dimensions of the Buster Sword as he is now, heading up to Lazard's office. Though the weight has become almost a part of him, a comforting presence on his back, it feels like… more.

He'd not quite resigned himself to possessing and carrying a sword he couldn't really use - it was just something that… was. It was a legacy of sorts, and there was nothing all that burdensome about it. But it still was a fact - the Buster Sword was one of a kind, and even studying the records of Sephiroth's masterful swordplay would never help him manage it. There was no one and nothing that could teach him how to use something that was, most likely, designed to be nigh unusable.

But apparently Sephiroth himself could.

"No," the man had said after half an hour of doing things with the sword Angeal never could've figured out on his own. "You can't fight with it like with a more reasonably-sized sword. But you can fight with it. Question is… do you want to?"

Does he want to, huh.

"Come in" Lazard calls at his knock, and Angeal steps into the man's office. "Angeal, good. Want to explain the rumours of Genesis' chasing Seconds out of floor 49?"

Angeal clears his throat, smiling a little. "Well. We didn't wreck the training room this time?" he offers, taking the chair in front of Lazard's desk and flipping it backward.

"You three were banned from using it for a reason," Lazard points out flatly.

"And yet we were asked to assess Sephiroth's capabilities. Hard thing to do, without fighting him," Angeal says and sits down, straddling the backrest between his knees and sighing. "Not that there was much of a fight."

Lazard's expression darkens. "So his abilities took a hit."

"Worse," Angeal admits. "He stopped holding back. At all."

"... He'd been holding back?"

"All his life, I expect," Angeal admits. "For… understandable reasons, considering his upbringing. Whatever personal reasons Sephiroth had to hide the full extent of his abilities, he's forgotten them."

"Hmm," Lazard hums, watching him closely. "And yet he didn't trash the training room, again?"

"No, just our confidence," Angeal laughs ruefully and shakes his head. "Sephiroth just spent two hours schooling us in the basics of swordsmanship. Literally - he gave us a tutoring session."

Lazard blinks and then leans back. "Well," he says, sounding surprised. "That's certainly…"

"Out of character?" Angeal asks with an arched brow. "You have no idea. When Genesis told me his memory had taken a hit, I was expecting him to show the usual signs. Confusion, reticiece, defensiveness, antisociality… and he did, to some extent. But nothing like I was expecting - and then we got to the training room, and it was like a switch was flicked."

"Memory recalled?" Lazard muses.

"Maybe. Mostly I think it was just that he found something he knew, really knew, in his bones," Angeal says. "He might've forgotten who knows how much about his life - but not how to fight. And since he's lost whatever motivation he had for holding back… it looks a lot like he just got a lot better."

Lazard hums. "And that might be a problem," he concluded darkly. "Should people take the wrong idea from it."

"Oh yeah," Angeal agrees.

"Where is Sephiroth now?"

"Genesis took him out of the building - they're going clothes shopping."

"... Genesis and Sephiroth?"

Angeal grins. "Sephiroth has become aware that his coat doesn't fit comfortably," he explains. "And Genesis knows the best tailor in the city, apparently."

"If it's the same one I use, he does," Lazard says, fiddling with his cuff and then leaning back. "Alright, so we don't have to worry about Sephiroth not being fit to fight. Just the… implications and rumours of his current status. Maybe a solo mission to get him started…"

Angeal grimaces. "I don't know if leaving him to his own devices is the right call here," he says.

"He's always been a solo fighter," Lazard comments.

"To no one's benefit. And he's lost a lot of memories."

Lazard concedes the point there with a sigh. "Well, you and Genesis have known him longer than I. I bow to your superior insight. How do you suggest we proceed?"

"A joint mission, something simple, monster extermination in the slums, maybe. There's never a shortage of that," Angeal says. "Sephiroth with Genesis or myself. Depending on how that goes… well, Genesis suggested throwing a bunch of Seconds at Sephiroth."

The director looks up. "... How do you mean?"

"Students, cadets, a squad. Whatever," Angeal explains, folding his arms. "Someone to teach. And I have to say I agree. Sephiroth seemed to really enjoy schooling us, and he seemed the most like himself when he was doing it."

Plus, Angeal knows from experience that teaching is the best way to learn, really. That's how he'd risen in ranks just ahead of Genesis - because the Thirds and the other Seconds kept asking him for pointers. Nothing quite like having someone relying on you to make you rise to the occasion, is there?

"He's never offered to lead a squad," Lazard points out.

"And there were probably reasons for that," Angeal agrees. "Whether he remembers those reasons anymore is a different question. It's worth consideration."

"But don't you think that will just make the rumours worse?" Lazard asks, leaning forward again and steepling his hands. "Making him interact with other members of SOLDIER?"

Angeal shrugs. "Sephiroth's different now," he says. "And with all due respect, I don't think that's something we can hide long term. Thankfully, not a lot of people know him that well," he mutters and then adds, "It would be a great thing for the SOLDIER program, if Sephiroth taught even one personal student. He is, after all, the best of us."

He's not quite as bitter about it as Genesis, but… seeing Sephiroth use the Buster Sword like he'd been doing it for years almost made him cry. So there's that.

Lazard draws a slow breath and then exhales. "I'll get you your monster extermination in the slums, after Sephiroth's leave ends," he says and turns to his computer. "We'll discuss the rest after."

"That works. Thank you, director," Angeal says and stands up.

Lazard nods and then asks, "How is he? What's your honest opinion?"

It's a little too soon to say, but there's only one answer, really. "He'll be fine," Angeal promises and turns to leave.

Sephiroth would be fine. They'd make sure of it.

[rocketbirdie]

Can we hear more about your mind meld Zakkura au? Either by itself or with the others, your choice.

OHOHOHO........ cracking open a giant can of worms now are we........

The core idea is that, due to their 4 year involuntary mako jacuzzi session courtesy of Hojo, their "threads" of the lifestream become irreversibly tangled together. You'd have a very hard time telling where one soul ends and the other one begins. Their bodies are separate, and they receive not only their own sensory input, but the other's as well, sort of. More like a distorted, incomplete "echo" of the sensation?

For example if Zack listens to someone talk, Cloud won't necessarily hear what the person is saying, but he'll sense what Zack wants to say in response, so he can get it through context. And if one gets hurt, the other won't feel the pain, but know what the injury is and how bad it is, and have a hard time thinking straight due to it. Etc. It's not that they can hear each other's thoughts— it's that their train of thought is one and the same. So if Cloud wants to leave, he doesn't have to consciously think "hey let's gtfo," Zack will just know.

Because of this, they're very much in sync when they're near each other. Everything feels nice and normal when they have the same experience at the same place at the same time. But when they're apart, hooooo boy...

The au kicks off immediately following Zack's last stand. Everything plays out fairly normally for a bit, Zack is (presumed) dead, Cloud drags the buster sword to Midgar and stumbles his way into Sector 7, yadda yadda. Except he never really shakes off the mako coma all the way. He feels like he's still half asleep. His movements are disjointed and his reflexes are poor. His head is filled with fog, and he forgets things constantly.

So when his health starts to improve a little bit, it's a huge relief to Tifa and the rest of Avalanche! Except it's NOT a relief to Cloud, because all of those problems just get replaced with new ones as some hidden part of him resurfaces bit by bit. It starts out small. Almost like those little Jenova headaches in canon. Intrusive thoughts overwriting his own, emotional outbursts, feeling disoriented. Every now and then he gets struck with a panicked HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME feeling, but he doesn't know how to articulate it, so everyone else thinks he's just losing his marbles.

It escalates when Zack fully regains consciousness, only to find that his "dead body" was taken to another one of Shinra's secret labs to be further experimented on. The result is a total mental cataclysm, as they both slowly but surely begin to understand what Hojo did to them back in Nibelheim, and fear what might happen next.

Cloud tries so hard to convince the gang that they need to go back to Midgar, they need to rescue Zack, they need to do something. Of course Tifa is freaking tf out, because she had just finished convincing herself that the buster sword is standard issue and definitely not Zack's, and that Cloud is just having a little psychotic break and he'll be ok when they get him to a proper doctor...

Haven't thought of much more past that yet. But I do have some ideas for late-game CC... Cloud in his coma, Zack shambling along like a zombie, dragging him to Midgar because the thought of leaving him behind feels like death, with an unshakeable sense that Cloud really IS still in there. He can't prove it, but he's certain of it.

[sucrealacreme]

Supe Busters - Soldier Boy x female reader

Chapter three

Summary : Vought has many secrets, project W is one of them. What happens when said project turns against them?

I've always hated liars. If used to baffle me how people could lie. A lie could ruin someone planned life, give them an unwanted direction. How could any living and breathing humans do that? Without liars, society would be thriving and jolly and happy like a Christmas song. But, a lie goes a long way, but it never goes as long as the truth. Where the truth will be revealed, the lie will end. So why not just tell what oughts to be told in the future? My mom always told me one thing. Liars will dig and scratch every ounces of love they can get like a dehydrated man in the middle of the desert. While the truth tellers don't have to seek it, since by their truth they shall receive love.

So when I started to suspect Evangeline behavior, it was like a knife to the hearth. Not a well sharpened one. No, one with a rusty, dull and hot blade. A blade so painful it could make Homelander kneel. She was almost like this wise aunt to me. The one you go to when you have problems you cannot find a way out of. Those that will never give you an answer but instead make you think of one. 

Evangeline was one of the community pillar. For crying out loud, she was in charge of it. But I couldn’t be fooled anymore. No, not after what Florence told me.

Flash-back

Florence was roaming around the base, not looking for anything except her own deep thoughts. She was near Evangeline's office when she first heard of her true self. 

“Who am I speaking to?” Florence couldn't help but spy on the conversation. It was too tempting and it couldn't be anything embarrassing knowing Evangeline.

“Oh Miss Garcia what a pleasure, how can I help you” Miss Garcia? Who was that? What's happening??

“You want to discuss an issue with the chips? What issue? Everything seems fine” Alright now Florence was just getting pranked. Chips? As in lays chips? No it couldn't be that. Think Florence think…

“Well if they don't detonate anymore I do not see how it's my problem. After all I can't go around telling everyone they need brain surgery. I mean it could compromise the entire job we've been doing wi- “ Evangeline suddenly stopped talking. 

“I'm going to call you back, I have to take care of something.” Florence hearth stopped. Did she knew she was spying on her? Oh Jesus, she couldn't hide from someone with x-Ray vision. Oh. 

But she could trick them with a little light show. Florence bended and bended the light waves around her so she could blend in with the background. 

“I know you're there. I can not see you nor know who you are but I can feel your presence. I know you heard me so I'm going to tell you what's gonna happen. You'll close your mouth and not utter a single word about this exchange. And if you do voices those things, I will not hesitate in targeting you. Think about it, who would trust a nasty, pale and cheap knock Off of a supe over me, the Guardian of Illusion. Don't make something you'll regret dear.”

Ben entered the warehouse with his usual frowned and grumpy face. He was rarely happy. Always grunting and mumbling old slangs like a caveman. But it was worse this day. For fuck's sake today was supposed to be his day off. His plans were just smoking some green, a couple beers and one or two women in his bed. Fucking dream if you ask him.

But no, Butcher with his cock vacuum “absolutely needed him”. Urgh, what a bunch of pussies. Except the british. No that man wasn't as worse as the cum guzzler. Anyway, he just add to move a door, make a deal and then he could go around fucking women.

Hughie was still hiding when he saw Y/n and Florence enter by another door. Oh fuck Annie would be killing him. Of course that wasn't the fucking door dumbass, he told himself. They're supposed to be hiding of course their door isn’t out for the world to see. Him alongside the two other men slowly got out from underneath the shelves. The door had closed minutes ago with aloud bang and creaks. They should really oil those doors.

Soldier Boy alongside Annie and Kimiko entered the warehouse suddenly, scaring Hughie to death.

“Alright where's the god damn door” the old man asked, a joint at his mouth.

“Well we thought it was that one but now-” Hughie was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a door opening.

“Are you sure of what you heard? I mean maybe they really were talking about potato chips and not electric-” Y/n widened her eyes in disbelief.

“What- Oh my fucking god.”

“Ah bloody hell…” Butcher hated the whole world at that moment. Hughie, M.M, Annie, everyone really. 

“Now who the hell are you?” Y/n was starting to sweat and apparently she wasn't the only one. The french one who seemed to be a hybrid between a human and a meerkat. God he reaked. Could probably empty out a whole stadium with that thing jesus. It seemed like she made a face when she looked at him because now he took a step forward.

“Tu regardes quoi saloperie” he said with an offended face. Oh he thinks he’s the only one who speaks french?

“Toi sale batard qui d’autre” Y/n was now taking a step forward too, ready to attack incase he acts like well, a meerkat.

“Hey Frenchie back off, we're here to make a deal not a fight” he must be the voice of reason in their team. Wait hold on was that Soldier Boy?

“You're lucky he's here” Frenchie turned around going next to Kimiko again. But you were concentrated on looking at what seemed to be Soldier Boy holy shit.

“Yeah you go do that sweety pie, now what are you doing here.” Florence was starting to get frustrated too but you holy cow you had the guy you’ve been looking for for a whole week right there! You should just lounge at him or something.

“Well hello to you too sweetheart, we’re here to make a deal with you lots”  Did they have every nationalities in that team or? I mean, there was more diversity in them than in the Seven. But still, if you could just fry the V in Soldier Boy that would be-

“Don’t even think about it” Florence whispered before taking walking towards them.

“Now, what kind of deal are we talking about?”

Meanwhile at Vought’s, a red haired woman was walking fast in her heels to a meeting she had with Homelander. She finally found a place where the villain might be hiding. It wasn't easy to find, but with the help of crimes analytics and a few connections she managed too.

 Oh how excited she was. She was able to get her hands on some compound V. She would inject herself with it, then flee the country and all of that would be behind her. She would finally be able to live the life she always wanted. Would she go to Italy? Oooh maybe Switzerland! There weren’t any supes there and she heard that Vought had yet to get their hands on them. That would be perfect.

Ashley’s heel clicked every step she took. Head held high, files tucked in her arms, she was ready to do this.

Butcher was baffled on how well organised those people were. The cave was reinforced with strong metals to ensure its residents security. But to get there, they first had to go through sewers. Not a bad idea, no one wants to live in sewers after all, so no squatters and no spies. What a dream.

“OK so we’ll go in my quarters to discuss since well, things are happening everywhere else” Y/n announced with a little nervous laugh. God she was so fucked, not only did she learned that Evangeline was maybe the reason behind why people were fainting left and right but she also had to deal with this shit. Urgh, she couldn’t wait for her day off.

Arrived at her apartments, Y/n led the group to a small wooden table. Everyone sat down on the creaky old chairs. She got all of her furnitures herself. She was just too lazy to repare them at the moment. She was able to get Nessira to make a comfortable sofa made out of leaves and wood. God she loved nature, she was often sad she couldn't control it. It was just too complex. The formulas were by the hundreds and contained thousands of atoms. Kinda hard to control that.

“Alright so, tell us about your deal” Florence demanded. Her patience was being stretched thin and she hated that. She wasn't impatient, no don't get confused, she just wasn't someone that liked to lose time in things like that. She liked going straight to the point.

“OK so, we’re a group of people that went the same thing as you- What do you call yourself again-

“Supe Busters.” both women responded a little too excited about their wordplay. That was a clever name and no one could convince them otherwise.

“Yeah Supe Busters, we're like you except we don't have the same abilities as you. Wich makes our jobs ten times harder. So we were wondering if we could, you know form an alliance? Just to get rid of some supes tho, after that we're good. “

“And what happens if we refuse?” Florence said with a frown. She couldn't see what they, Supe Busters, could get out of this? 

“Well, not much. Except maybe the fact you'd be on our bad side now” The blonde woman was now talking. Y/n recognized her.

“Aren’t you Starlight? I heard that you trafficked kids…” Florence was wayyy too agaisnt the idea of working with her.

“Girl those are false allegations” Y/n was trying really hard not to laugh while saying this.

“How do you know? From what we know supes ain't saints..”

“Cause Vought made those rumours up. They saw an enemy they wanted to get rid of, that simple. Apparently it worked cause there are still some dumbasses like you that believe it uh”

Florence was now thinking of it and it was in fact Vought who started those things. Guess Y/n is right…

“what about the deal?” said M.M getting impatient too in front of those women. Unprofessional women at that.

“Oh yeah, I’m not agaisn’t it. Are you?” It was now the atom controller's turn to ask questions.

“Yeah, ok I’m in it too. We’re in.”

“Ashley, right in time it seems” Ashley was scared of Homelander. And he knew that. He was bathed in joy at the fact if anything. He relished at the fear people had of him. He felt superior to them at those moments, like a better specie, a God…

“Yes sir, sorry sir. Uhm, me and my team found where this person might be hiding.” Shaking like a leaf she handed him the files. Files that he threw at the table like it wasn't hours of intense research.

“I don't want to read it, I want to hear it. Now. Ashley.” His eyes started to have their menacing red glow. Oh how Ashley hated him, he could feel it. He loved observing people. It helped feel more, normal. Like he hadn't lived through reckless torture for years and years and years and years and y-

“O-Of course sir. We have found out that they might be hiding in the Flat Iron Building-” Ashley was once again cut off by Homelander's hand around her throat. He squeezed and squeezed, his gloves squeaking under the pressure.

“Hmm, Ashley tell me please. Did I or did I not tell you that I needed a suspect?” he asked calmly, squeezing a little less for her to speak.

“Yes sir you did” Ashley voice was shocked by the lack of air.

“And you want to tell me WHY THE HELL I GET A PLACE INSTEAD OF A PERSON?” He was now screaming in the red haired woman’s face. Little droplets of spit landed on her face. He suddenly released his grip on her to put his face between his hands, exasperated by her lack of competence. Ashley was now at the floor breathing like a fish out of the sea. She could feel her throat get more and more sore by the seconds, while her lungs were wheezing.

“Get out of here I'll send a team of agents there since you all want to act like clowns.”

A/n : Again for a part four I need 10 notes in order to be sure I'm not writing to no one😊 If you have any suggestions, again feel free to say them

@demodemo909

@weaponxgames

[zenkor123]

The beginning of Katniss's rotation 6 AM October 8 75 DD WIP

Restraining order removed in evening of October 7, this is the begining of Katniss's rotation, Peeta is heavily drunk on morphling that he drunk just 30 minutes before. It is 6 AM.

"why does she want to end it all with an attempt on Snow when she has her home family pet, fame, a life with Gale, much of her childhood friends from her district, lots of friends including the other victors, Why is she so down when Peeta is lucky to not be spending the rest of his life in a mental institution has no memories does not know his birthday, and his family was killed, Rubius Mayne was forced to do secretary work in Snows mansion and endured far worse and neither he nor Mayne has a death wish, death is nothing special to them. Snow is going to lose the war and not survive. Do you blame yourself for the war? Snow set up the system and even without the berries it was not meant to last. Is it the insecurity of seeing the face of the person who Redacted and strangled you every single day? Do you think there is no life without me trying to kill you so you want to kill Snow for this? What did Snow do to you? So stop looking at me like I'm the worst thing that ever happened to you, that you just can't stand my presence, your not so special Katniss Everdeen. I have a sense that this is about me.  "Yeah I know what happened before I was mutated you were(goes on about about SA delusions) and I'm sorry about that, Peeta received more than enough retribution for this, and I have no attraction to you don't worry, but what does that have to do with killing Snow and why is it getting worse? I imagine you would be happy to know that he suffered and is gone and I don't believe any of the bull crap that was forced down my throat in the Capitol. You need to talk about this with someone because if you lose your mind your going to be given an apartment in the hospital wing with me and Annie, I've always signaled misfortune for you and in the process of escaping it I will be this again without me doing anything then wanting to live my life and frankly you should be in the hospital wing, or at least talking to Dr Aurelius once a week. None of this is my problem but I was selling Morphling to Boggs at 2 in the morning  and I heard you screaming my name over and over again, I thought it was an Hallucination. someone needs to tell you to seek help and since no one has told you this yet I guess it had to be me out of all people. ||If your going to dream of me (SA delusions)|| then  Keep it to yourself or I will request to have your room soundproofed. 

'"if there's anyone who needs to go to the hospital its you Peeta, you were tortured, your mind destroyed and were made into a weapon and you think that makes you strong, you know who was the first person to call you a runt?, Your mom, did also do you really think that Snow didn't know what he was doing when he tried to sell you like Finnick? He set you and Annie up to kill those clients, yet like a fool you fell for it.' Peeta is triggered by being mother shamed:

You know I'm not the only mutt created to destroy you, the capitol created reptilian mutts that hunt in packs, and probably are attracted to your scent, they have sharp teeth, and they whisper your name "Katnissssss" they are trained on live avoxes, the odds of your capture are also pretty high and if he captures you your torture may be livestreamed and your death may be like Darius's death, slow, you cannot be mentally well to want to risk this also a death from an arrow is too quick for white imp, my favorite idea is using one of the capitol replicated scents, attaching it to Snow and feeding him to those lizard mutts but if Snow is to die before the end of the war, (Peeta laughs about how fucked up that idea is) I would recommend a bunker buster or poison gas though many Avox innocents would be killed"

"No I want to see Snow's face before he dies, he took you from me and hijacked you, a debt must be paid! and before you go on about rape, you made that up" Peeta begins expositing his SA delusions and Katniss tells him it never happens and reveals the stay with me always, nights on the train, night before the quarter quell,

[ramblesanddragons]

Let me tell you a story.

Friday we lost Buster. It happened so fast. Cancer and internal bleeding.

It's been hard. Our first pup.

So we've been eating out a lot. The kitchen is filled with memories of him. And also a mess. We are a mess.

So we go out to eat and leave the restaurant, still hurting.

That's when we run across an odd sight at the roundabout home. A little old lady's car had the front tire sideways. There were some people trying to help but my husband works on cars so we park and walk over.

Or in my case hobble because I'm in a boot for a foot problem.

Anyway, the Firestone nearby sent this little hard of hearing using a cane after hip replacement old lady off without attaching the lugnuts for her front tire.

WHO DOES THAT?

She was the last customer of the day. I get wanting to go home but they could have killed her.

So the group of gathered people put our heads together to help. We've got:

Two librarians (Me and the hubby)

Two ladies from Portugal.

Two Mormons in their door knocking best.

And a guy that radiated NYC energy.

I learned a few things that afternoon.

One: I can't tell the difference between Spanish and Portuguese. The two ladies tried to call a tow truck, had a convo in what I thought was Spanish, got a guy on the phone who speaks Spanish, handed the phone to me, I spend a whole minute confused as to why they were struggling to understand the guy, they tell me they speak Portuguese and English, and I (rather embarrsed) hand the phone to hubby who has a better grip of Spanish.

Two: I'm not great at directing g traffic but if you're confident enough people will follow your hand signs. We called the cops for help. They showed 45 minutes later after we fixed her tire. 😑

Three: Mormons don't get to have google on their phones while on a mission?? (The guys were nice, didn't do any preaching, bought the lady new lug nuts, and helped hubby put them on.)

Four: The NYC guy considered converting to Jewdism but didn't like the outfits. Thought the Mormons were dressed nice. He gave the lady some water then moved on and wished us luck when he realized he couldn't be more help.

Five: Little Southren Ladies will do anything to get to Church in the morning. I already knew this but I found it sweet that this was what she was the most stressed about.

After some work the tire was put back on right and my husband test drove it in the Walmart parking lot. He gave the lady a list of things to fuss about at Firestone. I told her to get a relative or someone at church to help her chew them out because if she tries on her own she's the type of senior citizen who would get the run around I just know it.

Everyone parted ways, and when I got into the car, I felt lighter. Yes, I was still hurting, and I'm going to be for a while, but seeing the good side of humanity soothed something inside of me. I think it did for my husband too.

[we-staybhaalin]

👀👀👀

🍭 What's something they can never agree on (big or small)?

💐 What’s their favorite “domestic bliss” moment? Do they cook/clean together? Do they like to go out shopping together?

🍰 What is 'their song'? Officially or unofficially.

🥡 What does a relaxing night in look like for them?

🫦 What's something seemingly innocent that the other does, says or wears that turns the other on?

🍭 What's something they can never agree on (big or small)?

A lot of what they disagree on probably revolves around method. Niralei is more pragmatic and Halsin is more willing to do the hard thing if it's right. She's not evil by any sense of the means, but she's very much capable of focusing her thoughts to "me and mine" and has no problem doing shit that gets the people (and herself) the things they need. Other people have to make it worth her while to get her involved if she has already clocked that helping them doesn't help her.

He butts head with her on this throughout the journey and I think she softens up a bit once they hit Baldur's Gate during Act 3. I don't think Halsin has a problem with her being able to make the tough decisions that she does. I don think he minds her being a bit of ball-buster when it comes to negotiating deals for the group either. The fact that she can talk her way through most things is a trait he deeply admires about her but he does find that her ability to just compartmentalize her needs, the group needs, and other people's need is scary to him. I think the one thing that sort of eases that feeling is that she does see his concerns with the way the city treats its marginalized citizens. She's an opportunist but she's not a monster by a long shot.

💐 What’s their favorite “domestic bliss” moment? Do they cook/clean together? Do they like to go out shopping together?

Oh my God,

I frequently see their best and most cherished moments of domestic bliss being Halsin and Niralei walking hand in hand through the town they are slowly building together. The sounds of children's laughter fills the air all around them. People call out to them and wave as they move through the incomplete streets, foundations slowly filling in and people set hard at work to lay the stone. I see them splitting off at the middle--him going towards the next building he's been thinking of putting up and her towards the people that are procuring materials to get it set up. They work their way around Reithwin in a day, walking hand in hand, idly chatting along their way, and then stopping by different places where either one of them will engage with the people helping them rebuild the city. Their form of domestic bliss is nurturing and working together. Of building up this small community, this place they call home. It's looking at each other and seeing that passion flaring within, of knowing that this work they are doing is what they both care so deeply about. It's about this place that exists, soft and eager for the shaping, their hands that give form to it, and their hearts that know this is the place they've always wanted to see through. A place where anyone can belong and that belongs fully to them.

They definitely would cook and clean together, although I think Halsin does better with the cleaning of things and Niralei is a much better cook. Halsin probably knows how to cook a few things for himself given how long he's been around but most of that was about utility and making sure the food did its job. Niralei likes indulging and a hell of a lot of decadence if she can help it. She's not as good as Nettlebane or Gale, but she's going to be feeding him some very lovely meals and Halsin's gonna be hovering close so he can learn them.

I think Niralei gets a special pleasure out of dragging Halsin around for some shopping. She's materialistic in a fun way and but also he has bigger arms so she needs him in case there's something she can't carry. Grocery shopping tends to be the more tame form of shopping between them but clothes shopping is something she loves especially if they're doing it for him. I think he's learned to love the way she lights up and gets animated talking to the tailor about fabrics and baubles that'll look amazing on him when he's getting his next outfit.

🍰 What is 'their song'? Officially or unofficially.

I'll list three because I have many lmao

Francesca by Hozier. I think this stems mostly from the fact that I can already see how this relationship will impact the both of them. Halsin is going to outlive Niralei. He will probably bury her but will have loved her, and continue to love her, up until the end. And despite everything that happened to them, the circumstances that brought them together? They'd do it all over if it meant running into each other and loving one another again.

All Night by Beyonce. This stems entirely from the way they bring out these raw feelings in each other. So much of what other people bring to them is about perception but the two of them by the end of the Absolute Crisis will have seen each other in ways most others haven't. There's a foundation there and a clear future for both of them that they are going to spend the rest of their nature lives nourishing. They don't know they've found home in each other yet but they will. And when they do, so much of what they love about each other and see in each other will just be so amazingly clear.

Skin by Rihanna. I mean....issa fuck song...and they do like to fuck!

🥡 What does a relaxing night in look like for them?

Picture this:

A home nestled in a small town essentially full to the brim with scaffolding and clear signs of work on buildings in between. The sun has just disappeared behind the castle sitting on the edge of the town. Beyond the trees and the quieter unpaved paths of dirt is our house, flower patches and dirt mounds arranged in neat lines marks it distinctly from the rest.

Inside there is a man, an elf, older and starting to feel the wear on his body now from the day's work. He is warm and his skin is flush. He finished a bath not long ago and he smells like the oils the lady of the house gifted him weeks ago. His robes hold together with a solitary green belt and he occasionally pulls his pipe from his lips, rolling the smoke around in his mouth for a bit before expelling it into the air.

He's got a book open in his lap.

He doesn't know why he picked it up. There's a series of healing techniques he very much knows about all over the pages and some he's never heard of. Raiding the decrepit House of Healing was worth at least this but it'll be worth more if he can successfully convince the healers he's been scouting to move out this way. It'd be a shame to let the medical theatre go to waste and having a large treatment center gives Reithwin a major foundation to work with--a place where a renown healer already works with the supply to help everyone.

And then there's the tollhouse. They've found some masons and lumberers willing to make a move this way for the right coin. He has no idea where the money is coming from but if his love is willing to share, he won't stare into the horse's mouth. She's better with the wheeling and dealing--he's glad to have her here.

He puffs another cloud of smoke into the air. And then the schoolhouse. The children need a place to foster their education.

His ears twitch. Footsteps move across the creaking wood. A match strikes and a door opens. His heart races at the sight of her and she offers a small smile as she approaches her perch.

A series of pillows and blankets sits upon a bench that sticks out from a window that has a clear view of the river below. She reaches for her lute and sets it across her lap. Her voice breaks the silence first, a long and beautiful note that floods the space around them quickly. She strums the first note on key with her voice and the second follows, turning into a long string of them until it flows into a proper song.

The hearth near to him crackles and dances. Something magical fills the air around them and his ears adjust. The book goes forgotten and her music keeps him away from it. Before the first song concludes, he will have dumped the book on his desk and crawled onto the perch, head nestled on her lap as much as he can fit and he closes his eyes.

🫦 What's something seemingly innocent that the other does, says or wears that turns the other on?

Tbh I think they both are very deliberate and upfront about the things that turn them on in the moment. It's one of the most painfully positive aspects of both of them, that they are absolutely not above admitting to their horny desires and feelings about each other.

I think Niralei gets a little hot under the collar when she gets to just sit back and watch Halsin do work with his hands, namely when he whittles. His hands are big and full of evidence of work he's done. But she knows those hands well. The way they nurture. They way they heal. The way they grip her when she's trying to playfully roll away. The way they keep her steady while he's hurtling her towards the edge of her desire. He'll put those hands on her hips, or squeeze her knee, or whittle away at something and she'll have to simply pray his nose can't pick up on her excitement. He almost always does, though, and drags her off to put those hands to work on her.

Halsin, on the other hand, knows Niralei is an incessant flirt and loves to push buttons on him all the time. Her teasing is just a part of how she shows her affection for him and it's kind of enticing when she does it during moments where he can't immediately react on his desire. However, there are moments when Niralei becomes a completely different person and that's when she's singing. Her singing is the one part of her that comes from a place she can't conceal or pretend at. Her music is something that holds a lot of meaning and when she falls into a rhythm or song that grips her, she can absolutely grab an audience essentially by the throat and make them hear her in a way that is unlike any other way she speaks. Music is more than an art to her. It's something that comes from within and crept up through her soul. It's the closest he ever gets to see her pouring her entire heart out for anyone lucky enough to see it but it's also when he finds himself falling deeply, horribly in love with her. The way she commands an audience, keeps their attention, has them on the edge of their seats, or even hopping out of them with her runs--she very rarely goes through songs these days without him needing to pull her to the side for a private moment.

Love Day Asks!

[martinys-world]

The Girl (2)

so chapter 2 is out. please let me know what you think in comments. the drawing took the longest. also because the movie is new at the time of typing this. I was stuggling with doing all of this by mermory --love you all

“SLIVER! Wake up dog.”

I launch forward. Breathing heavily. Feeling my surroundings soft floor. Car windows in front of me. I am on earth I am in reeks car, in the Back seat. 

“You look like you were going to mess someone up.” 

Now I am differently on earth.

“Hey reek.” 

I slowly climbed out of the backseat of his car. There was no way I was going back to sleep any time soon. 

“Are you fighting that monster again.” 

“Yea something like that.”

Monster was the excuse I used to when I toss and turn. No one ask anything more. I  pulled out my two bags. They were basically my lifelines. A mini purse backpack I put around my waist. While the black and green on was on my back. I got to do a lot today.

“Thanks for letting me crash in the back seat.”

I was shaking my head getting the bed rest hair gone. 

“No problem. You help me more than I can ask for it’s the least I can do.”

“Either way thanks and call me if you need me.”

“Hey before you run off will you be okay.  I have seen you toss and turn in your sleep and beating up those “monsters” before, But not like this.”

“I mean it one of those dreams where it seems like a memory but it’s not.”

“what’s the memory?”

“I don’t know, it wasn’t being clear.”

My watch began beeping. 

“I’m going to be late. I got to go.”

“Hey, be careful and No more disappearing without a word.”

“I’ll try, can’t promise.”

Someone holding a bag of apples when one apple began falling to the ground. I put my knee out and let it bounce back. In the bag. Putting the ear buds in my ear so I can dim the world around me. I pulled random granola bar out my purse. I need something in my stomach, Or I will be the monster in real life. This will have to do. Substation was my fast possible route to get to where I am needed.  The subway gets me a moment to write in my journal. I always wrote in something, ever since I little I would wright anything that was worth remembering. That not the first time I dream about something like that. but this is the first time interacting with the environment. 

These dreams play out like a movie. I was always on the side just watching everything unfold. like people do in a theater. most of the dreams that I do remember are fragments. I had one were two lover’s kisses. I had one where a farther is knocking down his daughter. There are too many that I remember. my mine can't remember the last time a thing like this happens. This is diffidently first time some being has died. 

Why did he say midnight. Who midnight I am sliver and no one else. After sitting in a spot that was safe as you could be. I open my big bag and pull out a notebook the said ‘I need space’ and it had a galaxy in space background. It a sketch book but I write and draw in it. a ton of people have called it many names. Reek called it a journal before. I had many people call it my dairy. Buster jokingly said before it my evil planner. Yea right buster. I can't hurt a fly even If I wanted to. In a way It’s a journal of me. my life, people I meet, my dreams. I hope this journal shows that I was not perfect. I am human just like everyone else. 

After going to a blank page. I was sketching the whole dream; the face of the ape was first thing that came to mind.  The sequence was mushy, but I did my best on all the important parts. 

Above the guy that won the battle.  I wrote scrouge in big sharp letter. Underneath him. I wrote bad guy with a question mark.  Because to everyone can be a bad guy to a family like scourge could be bad to just this ape and his family. Then have no fire with me. I have a feeling that not the case. it a possibility can't full rule out the. ‘Proven until guilty’ what the cops say.  Above the ape I wrote Apeling. Leader of the maximal.

Why did I write that and why did that feel right. Who are the maximal? Confusion filled my brain with how I know any of this. Let alone where did these works come from?

“You will know soon.” A whisper came from my left.  there was no one there when I turn my head. the seat was completely empty and there was no one behind me that could be close enough to say it. 

“Next stop Broadway Ave. “

Closing the book and grabbing my bags. I slip past people.my body has a flow. I slip pass people without touching them knowing I was there. anyone would use it to their advantage when its places like this.    At these times it almost completely true and I used it. I have gotten to the top of the stairway without any issue. 

“I don’t want to, but I need too.” I spotted the clinic with its massive red plus sign. Speedy across the sidewalk to reach it without any difficulties walk over. I pull out a 10 I had in my pocket and put it in buster cup. 

“Hey sliver.” 

“Hey buster. Keep both of stomachs full.”

“You know I feed him before I feed myself.” 

 Buster was a homeless guy with a lot mental and physical problems. He is ex-military soldier, who lost his arm in battle. With the battle on top of that he has severe PTSD. Then there Altan a small brown and white boxer, that found his way in buster arms.  Altan means second chance. Buster even admitted feeling like he gotten a second chance, ever since he meant the boxer. 

“That is loyalty, at its finest”

I open the door. where there was no line, making me not delay any longer. 

“Here for sliver.”

 The lady behind desk. Look at her Monitor. 

“Ahh yes for your shots right.”

“Yea” I said grimly. 

“It will be over before you know it.” She said with an empathetic smile and pointed to the waiting room.  

No one hates them like me. me and needles have a VERY bad history. Before I can go down memory lane. I spot an eleven-year-old by his self. Seem like Noah was trying to speed up the waiting process again. 

“Hey tails”

“Hey sliver, you getting your shots done?” 

“Yea, you know me and needles. Did you finish that level with bowser?”

No, I gotten him down like 5 percent. One attack away from wining. Then I died.”

“Oh man. You were almost there. You were one hit away?”

“Yea.”

“how about this, I help you beat him tonight?”

“It sounds like fun.” 

“Okay I have nothing planned after this, so I can follow you home.”

“My brother has an interview.”

“I can still follow and keep you company. An interview takes about an hour.” 

“SLIVER.” Said a nurse in blue.

“Looks like my que. Hey, can you watch greenie I have a feeling you would be here a bit.” Only grabbing my purse and my journal that still in my hand.

“Sure.”

“Be back tails.”

Nothing special happen. They ask the classic questions. Took my measurements, and weight. Am I don’t any drugs. Am I smoke so on so forth. 

When I was left in the room, I wrote in my journal my weight and height. I still average size, but I grew an inch. Now, I am 5’5. I went to the page with the monkey and robot. I know I need to add more. Like that ball or sphere in my dream and they shape of that key. Just trying to do whatever to distract myself.  Form mine understand this “scourge” is linked to this “Unicron” in some way.  I am guessing, that this Unicron eats planets to fill their hunger. These Maximals are keeping this key away. I drew just a diamond because the closest I can draw it because it went with that second ape.  I barely saw him for a minute.

Okay main thing to take away from this dream so far. key from Unicron. This Scrouge and Terrorcons do whatever Unicron says.  These Maximals are this guardian of this key. That would make him more powerful. They swore to play keep away.

This is all to my understanding. Many questions are going through my head. what is this key. where did the rest of the Maximals go. what more is out there? who is this ‘midnight’? the biggest question that I have was, why me? I just a nobody that just run and knows a lot of random facts. 

I just kept sketching I just let my hand wonder.

 A doctor in white coat came in. my right sleeve was already rose up for her. So, I can get this over.  my legs were crossed, so this book was in some what a stable condition.

“that’s a nice wolf you are drawing there.”  

A black wolf was under the word midnight. Was that midnight?  My gut was saying yes but didn’t want to trust it on something as a drawing. I can't seem to find a reason to disagree. 

“Thank you.”  I said trying to be polite. Now realizing she was cleaning up.  

This wolf was nothing like me. I am a human from my planet earth. I am walking on two feet not four. I have hair, not fur. There so much that different between the two of us. could the ape confuse my kindness for her, or Mr. Apelinq could have been having a life flash before his eye’s moment. 

I HATE not knowing. I also know that I am not getting an answer.  While I was going down this worm hole of possibilities or theories. The appointment was over before I know it. Prefect timing to as I was walking out sonic, and tails were about to start there’s. 

“I got it tails, go.” 

I traded places with him. I pull out the last cholate chip cookie I had in the green bag. Staring monkey with graphite eyes. Like he could talk back.

“How can I solve this mystery?

Tag: @apexprime.

[a-vctlan]

— blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! | @kuhato / @aicidos

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse / tifa & cloud 😊

They all knew it.

The migraines, the hallucinations. He sleepwalked, talked to himself.

Cloud was unwell.

But… they were hurting for members. That's what Tifa kept repeating, time and time again, and after a while even Barret started to wonder if she was trying to convince him or herself that bringing Cloud along was a good idea.

He got the job done when he was lucid, that wasn't a question… but what if he gets one of his spells during a fight? How are they supposed to trust him when they know how he gets? So far it wasn't a problem, but Barret's job was to make sure the team was one cohesive unit, that they wouldn't hit any snags.

You don't think they got rid of him for a reason, Tifa? SOLDIERs don't just up and retire, you know that as well as I do.

But what they feared was him faltering mid battle, going down when they were relying on him… they hadn't considered the opposite. Something about the location, the feeling of being chased — Midgar Wastelands as far as they could see, hot sun blaring down at them, surrounded by an infantry convoy that seemed to have been expecting them.

The longer they fought, the more chances they had to call in for back up, to close them in further, to shoot them down. The gunfire, the yelling, people calling out his name… something snapped. Cloud stumbled for half a step as he took a shot in the shoulder, and Tifa called out for him… but there was no response, not a single glance back towards her. Instead, his gaze snapped back up towards the person who shot him, his grip on the Buster Sword tightening…

And all the times they'd doubted his story, doubted his validity as a First Class, are brought to question — how can he not be? The viciousness, the speed and strength with which he cuts through the masses, one after the other, completely berserk.

SOLDIERs are monsters. They fight, and they love it.

At least, so they say in the slums - but there is no thrill in his eyes when Cloud cuts down the last man standing, he is as wide eyed as a prey animal, his whole frame shaking with tremors. He's afraid, he's afraid and at times it feels like she'll never be able to understand - like no one will be able to understand.

Blood and carnage, more souls for the lifestream, more lives to carry on their conscience, to burden themselves with — it had to be done, they had to live to fight another day.

Cloud swallows thickly, and for a moment, he feels like he's going to be sick - he's sweating, heat flushing through his system as his mind catches up with what he'd just done. (I did that? You did.) His thoughts swarm as he seemingly blinks himself aware, stumbling a half step back, wiping at the sweat on his face with his bloodied gauntlet, smearing it across his cheek as he holsters the sword on his back.

She approaches him like a wild animal, and he wilts, bristles up but grows complacent, he trusts her — he trusts her more than he trusts himself at times.

Her knuckles are bloodied, the rusting iron scent seeping into the cracks of her gloves, but Cloud doesn't care, long since desensitized to the nauseating stench (it used to make me sick) and all he can focus is on her eyes, the worry, the distress on her expression as she tries to reach out, tries to draw him out of whatever daze he'd fallen into.

Her hand is on his cheek, her thumb attempting to wipe away the blood he'd splattered on himself, but all it does is smear it across his face, and he can see her talking but he can't understand her words, drowned in the thundering of the blood pumping in his head, and so she tries again, both hands now on his face as he begins to feel faint - he'd over exerted himself, he's aware somewhere in his mind.

His knees buckle as he collapses, and Barret rushes over, cursing over his own inability to do anything to help either of them - but before he can get picked up off the floor, one of his bloodied hands reaches up to clasp the hand on his cheek, grip shaking, but careful... desperate for contact as although his mind does not remember, his body kept score of the fear he'd once felt.

He didn't want to be alone.

[woaddragoon-nadya]

Predicting the end of 2.55

Just finished up the fight for Ishgard, but I haven't started crystal tower yet so I'll give my thoughts just to see what comes of them. Also just some of my thoughts on stories/characters

Spoilers for 2.0 onwards below!

1. Betrayal of the Braves

I think the leader of the Braves is going to backstab Alphinaud. Obviously he's still alive given the trailers, but I think maybe the leader turns the Braves into an evil organization? I don't see any promo materials after this that include them. Idk he for sure killed that other kid. I just don't see the benefit other than money. Maybe he's a monetarist?

2. Alphinaud is SUPER immature

Alphinaud is pissing me off. Still love him, but he is just so naive. "You guys are the absolute worst for not helping Ishgard!! 😡😡"

The Admiral (being logical) "We have to farm out jobs to WOL because we don't have enough people for our own problems? Also we literally JUST had a war that killed hundreds (if not thousands) of soldiers? That Ishgard didn't help with? WOL also just uncovered a double agent within the Flames even though Ul'dah is already on the edge of collapse? Where are we getting soldiers from??" And Alphinaud, who really shouldn't even be at this meeting, gets mad at her! Buddy this is a stupid hill to die on!!

They always say the Alphinaud is the negotiator but I'd argue like half of the other scions would be better candidates. It always is so weird to me that everyone calls him "Commander Leveilleur." He looks and acts like he's 19 (coming from a 19 year old)! Surely Papalymo, Y'shtola, Thancred, or hell even Urianger would be better? Somebody more mature with fewer anger issues.

3. Losing the Light

Also, maybe its just the RPer in me, but I really wish there was more emphasis on WoL losing the light. Hopefully that'll come after the crystal tower quests? Imagine you're the chosen one. The fabric of the universe decides to make you her sword. And some dead fuckin dragon just takes it away for no reason? The main reason anybody gives a shit about WoL is because they are so powerful and special. So the fact that we can't tell anyone that a part of us got ripped away? Minfilia goes "aw that sucks." And we just don't do anything else? Moonbryda probably would've lived if we still had the light. And we aren't IMMEDIATELY swords/wands blazing killing the thing that did that to us?

Every time my WOL shrugs when asked how she's doing I want to tell at the screen. Like "Babes, you're TRAUMATIZED. Everybody uses you for their personal benefit. You just lost like half your ability to fight the people you are famous for fighting. Say something please!" And she does not.

4. Tarturu future?

My final note: If Tarturu dies I'll riot. Idk I'm terrible with facial expressions so maybe it wasn't meant to be sinister but her send off at the end of her little quest is making me nervous.

5. Final Thoughts

I absolutely adore FFXIV, and I hope this doesn't make anybody think I don't. Most of it is great. I'm super happy to be working with Cid and his crew for the Crystal Tower because they were by far my favorite part of ARR. I've really been enjoying the 8-mans even though I fucked one up earlier by not looking up the mechanics beforehand (what a way to be introduced to tank busters lol). It's just some of the story stuff that can be a little frustrating. I know that shrugging off your trauma is kind of just the way it goes with MMORPGs but knowing that doesn't make me feel any better y'know?

[putterpen]

Responding to the cult of Eggman

Aka: Responding to people about my opinions on Eggman that they seemingly cannot handle lol.

To Quote crusherthedoctor :

No one can ever politely debate with us, can they? They always have to be hungry werewolves about it. And not even clever werewolves at that.

Why should I be bothered to debate you? My opinions are mine and I can say whatever I want to say about a cartoon mustache man.

So anyway, on to responding to the response I guess.

Aww, poor, poor Starline! Always getting so viciously bullied and ruthlessly harassed by *checks notes* five people in the entire fandom that dislike his character’s writing 

Are you keeping tabs on how many people dislike Starline? Right off the bat...that's pathetic. Why? Are you planning something? And also you don't know who I talk to, and where I've talked to them. I have seen other people dislike Starline for various reasons.

But also… Starline pretty much IS a Gary Stu. He has several abilities that are completely unexplained (like the hypnoglove and the electric heel spurs he suddenly has from Bad Guys and onwards), has an ability that makes him absurdly overpowered (the Tricore) and the narrative makes it a point to present any flaws he might have as a result of his association with Eggman along with propping him up as this awesome foe which is mightier and x100 smarter than Eggman. His plans, despite everything Starline goes through in his miniseries, are still realized almost exactly how he intended (see below).

In a world where an 8 year old can fly planes, space ships, airships, warships, build mechs, buster canons, rocket ships, and replicate the properties of the chaos emeralds themselves...and you are mad because Starline has rocket shoes that he can't even use that well, and some mcguffins. Are you kidding me. I am laughing as I write this.

As "overpowered" as the Tricore is, it do him any good did it? And a device that can hypnotize people isn't really that astounding in a world of insane tech and magic. You think Tails is okay but Starline is a line too far...got it. He isn't a gary-stu. Starline is about on par with everyone else.

What is Starline actually, genuinely good at? The comic always hands him his major strategic victories on a silver platter, and even if his allies backstab him, it just proves to be a minor inconvenience to him and he still gets what he wants at the end of the story. His plans never completely failed until #50

Why do you want to read a story about a character who just fails at everything? He worked and planned to get everything, not sure if we are reading the same comic. You think he should have failed because you have some immense irrational hatred towards him. But hey you got what you wanted. He failed in the end ultimately. Though you can't be soothed since if Starline had succeeded, you would still scream.

Then you post pictures of Tails and Zavok. All I can say is the more the merrier. I bet you don't even like Zavok, as most people don't, but you will use him if it helps your case. The point I was making is Starline was trying to be a better Eggman than Eggman, and that I what I like about the character. Zavok is cool in his own way but his methods are different, and so are Tails, and they all have different motivations to go against Eggman. So cool, the more Eggman rivals the better.

What complaints of ours is this supposed to refute? No, seriously

"complaints of ours?" Are you from some kind of Eggman cult? How do you know what every other Eggman fan thinks? Do you speak for all of them? Hah. Just need to get this out of the way I don't think I have come across this blog before.

The problem we have isn’t just “Starline steals Eggman’s stuff”, it’s that Starline steals Eggman’s stuff while putting Eggman down at every chance he gets and gets painted as a much more effectual villain than Eggman could ever be by the comic for it .

Are they supposed to steal Eggman's shit while singing his praises? Also it isn't like anything they said was wrong.

And in case you try to say “He’s a hypocrite intentionally!”, I’ll immediately raise  a counterpoint: hypocritical characters have to be intetesting. Starline is not written with the same amount of nuance that, say, Walter White has, he’s just an immensely obnoxious brat whose hypocrisy only serves to irritate people more

Matter of opinion alert. And I think your opinion is dogshit. You don't like Starline and that's fine. You don't think he is "intetesting", but I disagree. And that is literally where your "counterpoint" hits a wall. Hope you were wearing a seat belt. You know who else isn't nuanced? Eggman. Also comparing anything from Sonic the Hedgehog to Breaking Bad is cringe.

A source from the games, please?

Tails has never stole Eggman’s inventions in the games. His entire shtick is that he is an inventor, which allows him to build stuff himself 

Also “GUN steals Eggman’s stuff” is asinine. What, are they “stealing from Eggman” because they have an army of mass-produced robots too? Where was it ever remotely implied that GUN steals Eggman’s resources in the games?

I will admit that I made a mistake. I somehow generated false memories. I thought dialogue the Shadow the Hedgehog game mentioned something about G.U.N using Eggman's technology.

When it comes to Tails, I know Tails can invent but where does he get the parts? Raw materials? How does he have a mech in SA2 that seems functionally identical to Eggman's? I have always assumed he must be nicking stuff off Eggman at least as a starting point.

Me: Starline hasn’t taken over the world like eggman has!

You’ve literally conjured this one out of the thin air lmao

How can you prove that? Where is your evidence? Are you serious? How dare you tell me what I did or didn't do.

Time Eater is your one and only example. Vs how many other failures? Don't pat yourself on the back.

Eggman is funny when he’s stealing shit and tampering with it. Starline isn’t.

Jesus Christ you really just love the smell of your shitty opinions. I don't care if you think Starline isn't funny. What you think is good is subjective.

Also the Time Eater says hi again

Yeah your one time of being right says hi.

Bruh lmfaoooooooooo “the best version of Dr. Eggman is the one that constantly sits on his ass and screams at his nephew to actually do anything against the Freedom Fighters”

That's my opinion, and I clarified in a comment that it was mostly based on nostalgia. And he did plenty to the freedom fighters, dispersing them, terrorizing and imprisoning their friends and families, robotisizing them, and forcing them to live in the forest as he systematically destroys their planet day by day sums it up.

Eggman’s proactivity is a core part of his character. He’s famous for being the best example of a Recurring Varying Tactics Boss in gaming, so for you to haii the version of Eggman that’s the most passive one out of everyone else as “the best one” is quite amusing 

Just because SatAM Robotnik didn't physically move much (But yes he did indeed move around) doesn't mean he wasn't proactive. His swatbots and other machines did the work for him. He was always hunting down the Freedom Fighters and cooking up new schemes to gain more power.

Also, SatAM!Robotnik conquered the world by stealing an invention that didn’t belong to him and tampering with it lol

Yeah so you're a hypocrite for crying about people stealing Eggman's stuff. If I'm amusing, then you're just sad. The amount of anger you hold for some random person's opinions iiiis a bit amusing. Not gonna lie.

Alright, let’s see. Eggman canonically has:

abused animals; summoned an insane water god to destroy a large urban center; launched a nuclear warhead into the heart of said urban center when his plan went wayward; blew up the Moon to prove a point; kidnapped an innocent girl’s mother out of spite; split the planet apart TWICE (Advance 3, Unleashed); harvested the lifeforce of a peaceful allien race to fuel his plans; was shown siphoning the Earth’s lifeforce to fuel his plans; caused a global war for 6 months; created what essentially is an orbital internment camp to imprison anyone who dared to stand up against his rule; practiced “robotomy”, which is actually quite similar to Robotcization and is described as a proccess that “appears to leave its patients mentally disabled following the process, making them unable to think independently, and therefore turns them into mindless robotic slaves working for the doctor.”; dropped an artificial star on his enemies to wipe them out 

Do you see any reason to perceive someone who’s willing to do all of this shit without a second thought and with a smile on his face as a joke? Or what, is this list of crimes Eggman’s commited suddenly null and void because his dialogue is jokey and he’s not voiced by Jim Cummings?

Yes game Eggman is a joke. You will not change my mind lol. Sure SatAM Robotnik did not match those heights, but he did things equally as evil. As I mentioned before, he was cold, calculating, and heartless. Game Eggman is a joke because he is insane, always doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result, and formulaically, has to ally with Sonic to clean up the mess he started. And will continue to do that because yadda yadda status quo. Eggman caused a ton of property damage and built things in space, all for nothing. He can't even physically hurt anyone.

Stop speaking for every Eggman fan. You are not the leader. And Starline is a pretty good villain.

[knowlessman]

I took a melatonin hours ago and am still awake and I've decided to make it my problem. …another of my problems. stacking 'em. …uh, bnha s5e12-e14.

(all might has deku and bakugo training to, I think, help deku practice not using Blackwhip; bakugo, being a port of vegeta, keeps going on about "come on, use the new quirk so I can say I beat someone with two quirks!") bakugo's writing and the reactions to him from other characters in this show continue to make no sense :/

"you were cooler than I was!" "we're both cool!" angry-positive Might Guy noises good to see the Metapod Bros building each other up ig - uhhhh well that reference was certainly a choice. somehow I doubt even this is gonna make mineta watchable tho

(todoroki asking deku about new quirk with bakugo in earshot) how is this guy even - like, for one, why is mineta never suspended for harassment, but also how is bakugo not in fucking jail. bakugo gives clear and explicit signs every minute he's onscreen that he wants harm to befall deku, and yet he's just… we're supposed to just accept that he can be trusted with a secret that would - like, I guess he keeps it because he doesn't deku to get attention? bakugo certainly never shows any signs of caring about other people, so it's not like he'd be worried about what it could do to all might or society at large. stg this character gets fucking paragraphs out of me every time I watch this show, he's that alien to me

(cut to endeavor) and then this fucking guy, bakugo sr… I mean at least the characters act a bit differently around the guy who implicitly has killed someone (or thinks he has, idk)

and just what gmod server did you noclip in from, Captain A-Pose?

pictures taken moments before disaster

a christmas special…? -- "it was the prologue to a tragedy" this punchline is gonna be good, I can feel it -- …huh. isn't that pajama sam? handface? well shit, maybe this ain't a joke. pity.

"[todoroki and bakugo] were interviewed for a whole hour, and all you can see of bakugo is this one shot where he's in the corner!" 'XD wow bakugo, it's almost like nobody wants to hear what you have to say if the only thing coming out of your mouth is abuse

(interview practice) Tokoyami: "There is no glory for one who knows no darkness." the part of me that only wants to wear black t-shirts loves this goofy fucker, he's so unapologetically Hot-Topic

deku: clams up until he's given an excuse to talk about all might ah yes, the autism is made of autism

yup, party montage is montaging. eri got a buster sword for xmas 'XD

(hawks has maybe killed jeanist, and is carrying a sus bag around wondering where tomura is) some days, you just can't get rid of a body

new opening? is it just me, or does it always feel like anime seasons are labeled wrong or something, switching up theme songs right in the middle

(hawks is, uh, passing out goodies) aw hell, even if I had learned anything in high school I don't think I'd be able to parse the full implications of the role of a smallish book with a red cover here -- (camera is panning over highlighted passages) y'all translated eri's letter earlier, why not this? is it cuz these are directly from the real book, and there's political hurdles or summat?

next episode is "one thing at a time," which I reckon I'mma take as a sign to cut it here and try and get, idk, a nap ig

[lucienne-thee-librarian]

There were people bringing up his plagiarism accusations for months and years before he ever got the full expose treatment. And he's said shit that frankly should have immediately exposed how full of SHIT he was...the Gay Nazis myth??? Telling lies about the lives of public facing queer people past and present, like Radclyffe Hall, that goddamn Wikipedia would have contradicted immediately???

Idk just. It's fun to dunk on him and I'm not saying we shouldn't, I for one am wholly in favor of dunking on this mfer very time he tries to come crawling back to attempt to weasel his way into rebranding online without ever having actually owned up to what he did (without making excuses or trying to win people's sympathy and distract them with woe is me sob story #4579)...the way he's trying to do literally as we speak.

But if ALL that comes out of this is a general consensus of James Somerton Bad, then I have bad news: it's going to happen again. It just will. I can absolutely guarantee right now that he won't be the last, or even the worst grifter to milk overly trusting queer people online to the tune of thousands of dollars and all sorts of public praise. There will 1000% be more. There probably are already.

And they will get successful and stay successful until someone else online who's in their weight class or higher, following-wise, is the one to sound the alarm, just like with Somerton. If people don't face up to why he took off, or why he basically got away with this shit for so long, nothing is EVER going to improve.

People saying shit about women, being lesbophobic or biphobic, spreading myths that play into racist prejudices can't be something that people just get away with as long as you use the right buzzwords to make it sound woke.

And for the love of Christ. We have GOT to stop taking people who make videos about history or media crit or honestly anything, on YouTube (or god help us tiktok) just so, so completely at their word. We seriously need to break out the Buster meme "Yout think someone would just go on the Internet and tell lies???" Especially when they don't provide sources. No one person should ever be your main source of information.

Not everyone has equal time effort and spoons and all, i get it, we have busy lives. But the fact is if you don't do SOMETHING and actively try to read up, (or listen to the audio book version) and actively look into history from a variety of sources, from legit sources, from primary sources? You're going to get taken in by cynical ignorant people like this all the time and you may never know it, and if enough people keep doing it, you'll only perpetuate the problem.

"Learn your history" shouldn't be just a catchphrase, you do have to actually do some work. And too many people do in fact, have the energy and time to do it they just choose not to because bingewatching tiktoks and YouTube is easier.

I'm not leaving myself completely out of this criticism, I've done that too once upon a time. I've absolutely gone through that baby queer "trust way too much" phase, stayed in it for longer than I'd have liked, I am not at ALL trying to claim to be Miss Perfect Sherlock Holmes here. Hell, I watched one, I think two, of his videos myself and didn't really see anything wrong at the time (the Cabaret one and I don't remember what other one, I don't know if I finished it that was awhile ago).

But...sorry not sorry if i sound like a bitch, I can at the very least, take comfort in the fact that I feel pretty confident if I had gotten to the video where he started spreading the homophobic Gay Nazi myth which has been around for years, and saying fake shit about lesbian history instead of a video about like. A musical that I saw, I would've at least thought "huh, that doesnt sound right, I should check that" if not outright gone "wait, WHAT. Bullshit". But too many people DID see that and they still kept paying his bills and that SCARES ME. It should scare you too.

Yes I know I know are you tired of hearing about this guy yet I should be and yet somehow I'm here

Potentially unpopular opinion: James Somerton wasn't some evil genius, he just paid for nice editing and presented himself the way he knew people wanted to see. Let's face it, more people than would ever admit it will apparently eat up anything, absolutely anything, that you say...if you Seem Academic and Trustworthy (translation: be white and talk in a "serious" tone...being a cis man isn't necessary, but it sure did help). He isn't some hypercompetent cunning Machiavellian master manipulator, he just knew his audience. He's no different than any regular con man. People mistake good presentation, including...moderately good production value, for actual substance all the time. Many con men succeed because they know how to seem credible, whatever that means to their marks.

[zenkor123]

Peeta's morphling rant to Katniss in her watch on October 8 WIP

Restraining order removed in evening of October 7

there's something Peeta has to know:" why does she want to end it all with an attempt on Snow when she has her home family pet, fame, a life with Gale, much of her childhood friends from her district, lots of friends including the other victors, Why is she so down when Peeta is lucky to not be spending the rest of his life in a mental institution has no memories does not know his birthday,and his family was killed, Rubius Mayne was forced to do secretary work in Snows mansion and endured far worse and neither he nor Mayne has a death wish, death is nothing special to them. Snow is going to lose the war and not survive. Do you blame yourself for the war? Snow set up the system and even without the berries it was not meant to last. Is it the insecurity of seeing the face of the person who Redacted and strangled you every single day? Do you think there is no life without me trying to kill you so you want to kill Snow for this? What did Snow do to you? So stop looking at me like I'm the worst thing that ever happened to you, that you just can't stand my presence, your not so special Katniss Everdeen. I have a sense that this is about me.  "Yeah I know what happened before I was mutated you were(goes on about about SA delusions) and I'm sorry about that, Peeta received more than enough retribution for this, and I have no attraction to you don't worry, but what does that have to do with killing Snow and why is it getting worse? I imagine you would be happy to know that he suffered and is gone and I don't believe any of the bull crap that was forced down my throat in the Capitol. You need to talk about this with someone because if you lose your mind your going to be given an apartment in the hospital wing with me and Annie, I've always signaled misfortune for you and in the process of escaping it I will be this again without me doing anything then wanting to live my life and frankly you should be in the hospital wing, or at least talking to Dr Aurelius once a week. None of this is my problem but I was selling Morphling to Boggs at 2 in the morning  and I heard you screaming my name over and over again, I thought it was an Hallucination. someone needs to tell you to seek help and since no one has told you this yet I guess it had to be me out of all people. ||If your going to dream of me (SA delusions)|| then  Keep it to yourself or I will request to have your room soundproofed. 

(Unclear how much of this Peeta was able to say before Katniss interrupted him with '"if there's anyone who needs to go to the hospital its you Peeta, you were tortured, your mind destroyed and were made into a weapon and you think that makes you strong, you know who was the first person to call you a runt?, Your mom, did also do you really think that Snow didn't know what he was doing when he tried to sell you like Finnick? He set you and Annie up to kill those clients, yet like a fool you fell for it.' Peeta is triggered by being mother shamed:

"You know I'm not the only mutt created to destroy you, the capitol created reptillian mutts that hunt in packs, and probably are attracted to your scent, they have sharp teeth, and they whisper your name "Katnissssss" they are trained on live avoxes, the odds of your capture are also pretty high and if he captures you your torture may be livestreamed and your death may be like Darius's death, slow, you cannot be mentally well to want to risk this also a death from an arrow is too quick for white imp, my favorite idea is using one of the capitol replicated scents, attaching it to Snow and feeding him to those lizard mutts but if Snow is to die before the end of the war, (Peeta laughs about how fucked up that idea is) I would recommend a bunker buster or poison gas though many Avox innocents would be killed"

"No I want to see Snow's face before he dies, he took you from me and hijacked you, a debt must be paid! and before you go on about rape, you made that up" Peeta begins expositing his SA delusions and Katniss tells him it never happens and reveals the stay with me always, nights on the train, night before the quarter quell, Snow's demons attack and Katniss grabs Peeta's hand and he mentions the restraining orders learning that they have been lifted and that the doctors said it was fine. Then Finnick and Annie appear. Johanna is late for training but was readmitted into squad 451 on grounds that she is less crazy then Peeta and Annie. After Peeta angerly barks about how much he hates 'charity' Johanna goes off on Peeta stating as per the WIP

they are sick of him believing false things about himself that Katniss is hurting because of him, and Annie is sick of Peeta implying she is a mutt and it's affecting everyone Gale's best friend can't leave the bed, without Haymitch. They are also sick of seeing their friend say batshit crazy stuff about things everyone was there for and have that same friend not know when their birthday is also Katniss did not enjoy having a stating contest with you, having a gun pointed at her, be called a traumatized child because you held a delusion that she hated you and wanted you dead. "" Then there is a long argument where Peeta behaves as is described in the WIP with Katniss bringing up what he said on the roof at the begining of it. Boggs is totally on board with this and rearrainges the rotation to be people with memories of Peeta, that's when Peeta knows he isn't getting out of this. Gale beats Peeta up when he continues being resistant, as revenge for when Peeta knocked him unconscious (after Peeta tried to thank him for his role in his rescue and Gale attacked him on sight then Peeta crushed him) He spends the rest of his shift playing real or not real. Delly only comes to Peeta at the end of the day apologizing for what she said in frusteration about Peeta being a mutt and failed project that is a separate scene though.

Peeta has had a long day and might be tired enough to actually sleep the night or request to be sedated early(since he can't sleep without being sedated) and the cartel gives him the night off

[dumbduckfan]

🐨Dating Buster Moon headcanons🐨

A/n: This man- This smug mf

(The GIF is not mine)

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- Okay, this guy hasn't had many relationships. But every relationship is taken seriously.

- Let's start with the fact that he will give anything to see the smile on your face. A sincere smile.

- Buster hates unnecessary negative energy, believes that nothing is worth your sorrow.

- He will definitely sit beside you with a little reassuring smile and try to slowly smother the problem down. What happened? What's upset you? Why did this upset you?

- Obviously a lot of comforting words. He will not sit back and watch all peace and happiness drain out of you.

- If someone has offended you, made you feel bad? After calming you down, he will sit in his office, puffing up his cheeks.

- He won't let anyone offend you. He's a small koala, but that doesn't change anything.

- What he certainly won't let, is you to lose faith in yourself. He will keep you motivated until you understand that you can do it.

- Buster worries about you, even if you don't need it.

- He risks a lot in his life, that is without a doubt. But he will not risk YOUR safety or health.

- Buster often looks positive and really happy. He is an open-minded, positive man, which is sure to have a positive effect on you.

- If you see the world in gray, it won't last long with him.

- All this doesn't mean that he can't sometimes be in a worse mood or feel insecurity.

- Of course there are times when he is in a bad mood. Mostly it's stress and insecurity. What is he supposed to do? Maybe he shouldn't be where he is now?

- It's not hard to change this bad mood, tho. All you have to do is hug him and tell him honestly that he has nothing to worry about. Honest conversation would also be useful.

- Moon is a real gentleman. Ya know, all the times it's "Ladies first" (It can be something different if you are male) and other things like that. If he's in the mood, he might even kiss your hand.

- Physical contact. He loves to be in your arms. No matter if you are bigger or smaller than him, he just loves to have you close.

- Okay, but if you're bigger than him, he'll hug your legs sometimes. (Like he embraced Porsha).

- He likes when you are close, even when he works, he doesn't feel lonely then. (I'm talking about sitting in his office).

- Okay, okay, okay, hear me out. Imagine him suddenly falling asleep while sitting on your lap (working or just relaxing).

- Too cute.

- I think he loves sitting on your lap (if you are bigger) and you can't change my mind.

- You can't help but smile when you see him using books to reach shelves or climb on taller objects, such as a sofa or armchair.

- As I mentioned before, he loves to kiss your hands. Besides that, his favorite place to kiss you is your forehead.

- Of course he loves a normal kiss on the lips and certainly won't refuse it, but the previous two are definitely favorites.

- As for dating, he'll take you to whatever places he can. He would take you to the best places, but his wallet was a bit limiting at first.

- In any case, he will make sure that it is neat and pleasant.

- This boi will be able to guarantee you the best sit for each performance in his theater.

- If you can sing, at your request, he will even be able to place you in one of the performances.

- Okay, I'm a fan of the idea that every time you call him while he is at work - and he has his group around - the rest will tease him about you, especially Rosita (sorry, but Buster and Rosita have siblings energy and no you will not change my mind).

- This koala needs someone to talk to. He has a best friend and some other friends of course, but it's still fun to talk to someone you love.

- Nicknames weeeee. 'Honey' is his favorite, but he sometimes playfully calls you 'My lady' (Again, it can be something different if you are male).

- I'm sure you agree that a few conversations about lying will be useful. Fraud for a performance at the cost of living is not a good idea.

- He will support you in every decision you make (unless it's wrong).

- He will celebrate your even tiniest success.

- He's a good boyfriend overall.

[musekicker]

Hi, for the Sing prompt if you’re still accepting them. What do you think of Jimmy becoming interested in Buster after meeting him, then Buster or one of his crew noticing his stuff starts to go missing?

Very much still taking prompts and I can very much work with that.

Warnings for stalker type content for those triggered or not interested in ready such content.

Buster seemed to be distracted when the crew arrived to rehearsals. 

"Is something wrong?" Johnny asked.

Buster shook his head though the slightly distracted look did not quite leave his face.

"Not wrong exactly, just a little well.. off." Buster said.

"Off how exactly?" Gunter asked.

"Just that things seem to be disappearing on me lately. For example I can't seem to find one of my bow ties." Buster said. "And it's not the only thing that has disappeared on me lately. I also can't find my brush. And a few other things. Small things but still."

"That's weird." Ash said. "You're sure you packed them all and didn't just lose the other things either in the room or some where else in the hotel?"

"I'm not sure... I guess it's possible that's the case. The only other explanation would be that someone's taking things. But for a lot of reasons that's unlikely. Who would want to steal a bow tie and brush?" Buster said.

Before anyone else could comment on the oddness of this small situation, Jimmy Crystal strode in, looking down at his phone and walking at the same time.

"Oh, Mr. Crystal, I was hoping to talk to you about-" Buster said.

Jimmy stopped as Buster called out to hi, though he did not look up from his phone immediately. He held up a hand to signal he was not quite ready to talk. Buster ended up waiting for five minutes at least before Jimmy looked to Buster.

"Alright, what's the problem?" Jimmy asked.

Jimmy didn't stay at the stage long. He had other business to attend to besides checking up on the status of the show. He actually would had liked to stay longer, even if he had not shown it. There were reasons he had wanted to stop in other then checking on the show.

Stopping at his office, Jimmy drew Buster's bow tie out from his suit jacket pocket. The red of the bow tie stood out on his white fur, like a spot of blood on his hand.

He had gotten a hold of it only a couple of days ago, but ever since getting a hold of the bow tie, it had become a favorite object at this point in time. There were other objects that had been in Buster's room were snuck out from the room by room service that had been paid well enough to not only take the items but keep their mouths shut about it.

The bow tie was the star of this little collection though. Jimmy had focused on the clothing item soon after he understood that something about Buster had his attention.

It was something that the koala that had somehow grabbed his interest by merely existing wore often. He had to have it at that point. It also helped that the bow tie still had Buster's scent on it too. A lovely scent that made Jimmy think of popcorn and sunlight. Jimmy was starting to love the scent.

Before anyone who would care saw it, Jimmy returned the bow tie to his pocket.

Let it be his secret, let it be enough.

For now.