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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 10 months ago
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Trapped in a vicious cycle of pining? Try gay sex! (More things to learn over at Tiger Tiger!)
#tiger tiger#jamis arlesi#remy bonnaire#Arno#through a series of unfortunate events I will be posting this after the update will be out so my timing will be more so:#“Alternate take on how that scene played out” Rather than my funnier “My prediction for how it will go down”#I truly think Remy would rather admit to crimes he didn't commit than confess he has a thing for men.#It would be funny! It would be so funny if this is how Jamis found out. Alas...Not yet...Not yet...#I do love the idea that Jamis completely overlooked the all the elder god horror to get right down to the question of 'HOW DO YOU KNOW HIM'#Remy knows him. Knows him carnally. Wouldn't you like to also know your captain better? In spirit and body and mind?#Jealousy looks good on Jamis. Now he just has to do something about it.#Poor Remy though...He love Jamis so much he'd do anything to prevent losing him.#Which entails never giving Jamis a chance of rejecting or accepting his feelings!#Meanwhile...Jamis is a bisexual disaster man who is at his *limit*.#(For the MDZS fans looking at this Tigers comic who still have no context:#This is like Lan Xichen finding out Jin Guangyao hooked up with Nie Mingjue after LXC spent all that time thinking JGY was straight.#Better yet. This is like WWX just starting to realize his crush on LWJ and then finding out he and JC hooked up in the time skip.#'Nice to know you're into men but why did I have to find out like this' moment.)#((Yes I am trying to bridge the gap between the fandoms I am in. Yes I am still on my propaganda train. Choo Choo!!!))
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a-compass-without-a-needle · 3 months ago
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This is what happened after 3.1 isn't it?
#hsr#phaidei#phaidei nation I humbly offer thee a low quality meme to cope with the doomed yaoi that was going on#phainon#honkai star rail#fellas is it gay for your red coded rival to your blue coded rival to clasp his hands over your own after you stabbed him#due to thinking he was the objective of your revenge quest#pull your sword deeper in and by consequence add to your proximity while smiling and fondly say “Found you.”?#Was it casual when you had an insanely charged and homoerotic scene in the hot baths that had you face down on the ground at his feet?#no but seriously these two have me in a chokehold#what do you MEAN you told him your precise weak spot just in case you became you turned against his cause#and his presumed future EMIYA Archer coded shadow self immediately went precisely for it?#and you KNOW you'll die with a wound in that weak spot in your back and you told him about it anyway#and you tell people to keep an eye on him after you go to meet your fate and then ask him to watch over your people#and he says he'll work hard to learn your language#AND FINALLY#“If there's a chance in the next life you should come visit my library.” WHAT IF I PERISHED ON THE SPOT?!#that's their “See you in the next world.”; their “Do stay alive. I wish you the best of luck.”;#their “I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.”; “You were a wonderful experience. You were everything.” etc etc#they make me ill (positive)#also I find it so funny that as a KevinSu shipper in HI3rd I went into Star Rail expecting for the dynamic to be more coded with Anaxa#only for Phaidei to hit literally all of my points and favorite tropes in a ship and by consequence my head with a steel chair lol#really hope we see Mydei again soon because literally the first thing Phainon does after he's gone is talk about him all the time#he is a professional yearner and I respect him for it (especially since I too miss Mydei as if he's Odysseus going off to war and sea#for 20 years and I'm Penelope waiting at the shores of Ithaca)#also sorry for the low quality screenshot I was literally too invested in the quest to try and take better ones#gotta love how Hoyoverse is always giving the Kaslanas some of the best romances in their games and ESPECIALLY so if they're queer#myphai
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loveandleases · 5 months ago
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Part of me wants M to switch to writing some fantasy instead of erotica so that I can write more of the fantasy au.
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dykedvonte · 8 months ago
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I also just realized that we really only get the 7 days before the crash to really see the people Curly and Anya were before the crash. It's not even the full seven days. We get the first two and the last two with a gap in the time for what could have gone down.
I just realized how vague it was and how quickly it all happened. They are such small moments and such short glimpses. She's only just told Curly two days before the crash. The next she told Jimmy and Curly had to confront him. It's further implied right after that conversation, Curly goes to collect himself and figure things out and Jimmy immediately crashes the ship, once he's far enough to not stop him, cause he knows Curly would never truly allow it to happen.
But he takes that as the okay to go ahead, because in the long time he's known Curly, that's always been the okay.
The difference in the gaps in the timeline really just paint a bigger less explained but more obvious picture.
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multiocular-mushroom-art · 1 year ago
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francis madoka magica crozier
(the witch designs are here and also posted separately with some lore under the tag 'the soul gem passage')
#the terror#puella magi madoka magica#obligatory magical girl au sketchdump#digital art#krita#francis crozier#harry goodsir#james fitzjames#john bridgens#cornelius hickey#also jopson would be SO homura coded that i cannot even handle drawing that someone please help me out with it#everyone is plagued by white magical beasts big and small x2. now with kyubey in the mix#you'd think finding the passage would be easier with their powers - and yet -#anyway sir john held back on becoming an mg until he was desperate to make a break for it#his wish was for the passage to be found - but he did not specify it would be him who'd find it#so he died long before that eventually happened#also no cat ears here if you see them that's just a diadem or another headpiece sorry#thinking about if hickey made his deal after the flogging#again in a bad state and with bad phrasing - just something like 'i wish to get out of here'#and then his ears perked up when they left the ships and he jumped at the chance to get everyone together because he thought he WOULD#get himself and all his boyfriends out.#well. they did leave crozier's camp#anyway i'm probably not gonna draw more of these so if anyone wants to join in i'd like to see some takes on their witch forms!#also yeah. crozier's shoulder pieces ARE modelled after tricorn hats#both bc he lost the other two captains and had to bear the responsibility for the expedition on his shoulders#and because i just wanted to use a symbol of power in a silly way as some mg outfits do#and yes jfj has a cprset and yes i was thinking of orpheus while drawing bridgens#and goodsir in a beret just felt right lol#also made hickey's clothes less open than the others' bc reasons#the soul gem passage
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arosebyan0thername · 1 year ago
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If there are a million Reeve Carney as Orpheus fans in the world, I am one of them. If there are only two Reeve Carney as Orpheus fans in the world, I am one of them (Eva Noblezada is the other). If there are no Reeve Carney as Orpheus fans in the world, Eva Noblezada and I are dead 😔
#hadestown#hadestown obc#reeve carney#eva noblezada#seriously im sick and fucking tired of the reeve carney hate on tiktok#'jordan fisher is the only orpheus that matters' 'jordan fisher shouldve originated orpheus on bway'#'they should replace the obc recording with jordan fisher' 'jordan fisher was the best thing to ever happen to hadestown'#shut up!!!!!!!#i adore jordan fisher but you are missing the point of theatre and hating on reeve in the process!!!!!#you can have a favorite but that doesnt mean the actors who are not your favorite shouldnt exist in that role!!!!!#but also your favorite is wrong!!!!#reeve carney brought more autistic swag to orpheus than anyone could possibly recreate!!!#he was naive he was soft spoken he was unaware of social expectations!!!!!#jordan fisher has such a raw powerful voice and thats not what orpheus needs!!!!! hes just a lil guy!!!!#hes just a lil guy who accidentally had a battle of the bands with the devil and won#because he has nothing in his brain except sing and love his girlfriend!!!!!#i love jordan fisher in everything ive ever seen him in and i adore his voice but please stop putting other actors down#im not a huge fan of the way jonjon briones plays hermes but im not out here talking shit about him!!@#or saying he should never have had the part in the first place#(btw i was joking about the 'your favorite is wrong' thing because - again - literally defeats the point of theatre)#please find ways to say that jordan fisher is your favorite without putting reeve carney down#and also please give reeve carney a chance and dont dismiss him just because he is less conventionally attractive#and hip in popular media and on social media#please give the role a chance for what it is and not just which actor you already like#i was pissed when i first found out they were taking damon daunno out for the obc and adding reeve#the only thing id ever seen or heard him in at that point was the live action rocky horror with laverne cox#and he was fucking riffraff#i was mad!!! i didnt think he could do it!!! but i love the show and i gave him a chance and now hes my all time favorite#between both touring casts ive seen and the pre bway cast recording and jordan fisher#just please stop being mean and give him a chance
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ociels · 4 months ago
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his brother died and one of his first thoughts were that it should’ve been him instead because now people are going to be disappointed…
#do you realise how fucked up this is#and francis and her husband wondering why he lied to them who he was made me so mad because you. you’re the problem. you and your family#family as in the phantomhives and the midfords but he lied to you because you made him feel like he was worthless as himself#but not lizzie ofc i love her she’s only a kid but she’s smarter than everybody in her family#and real ciel is a reanimated corpse but i don’t think he wants to fight his brother because he said his body won’t do as he says like that#scene has been engraved in my head for so long..#like real ciel cried when ciel told him he wanted to move and start his toy company because he would be away from his brother u can’t tell#me that if he wasn’t a reanimated corpse he would allow his brother to go to jail..#also like#that much trauma aside… he knows and accepts that he’s eventually going to get his soul eaten by a demon in exchange for revenge against#people who wronged him because his childhood was already stolen from him the moment the twins found out what happened to their parents i’m#so unwell…#and it would be the chance to kill off ‘the spare’ and be the ciel everyone wants#and he DID become the ciel everyone wanted but of course his own personality showed because he’s him..#and he’s just a kid too i’m actually getting a heart ache from my son’s character#the vulnerability he shows actually breaks my heart when something bad does happen but also i really like the closure??? of the emerald witc#arc i think that scene was very good..#theres only so much emotion you can bottle up :(#so i think that food scene in lau’s opium den was real as hell he deserves that lash out at the very least#they’ve wronged the twins so bad that it took away ciel’s childhood entirely but he’s STILL living on his dream with funtom all the while#pushing people like soma away from his business because he doesn’t want anything bad to befall them (which it DID but that’s the subject of#another essay it’s very late so i’m going to sleep goodnight)#anyways my point is#my son is the character ever and he’s so special to me#there’s so much more i want to say but i’ll write essays in my notes app and not here bye bye take care#kuroshitsuji
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acetier · 2 years ago
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will you be drawing any more of torin and varre? no rush at all, but i am lowkey obsessed with them now 👀
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ask and you shall receive, anon :^)
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deiaiko · 1 year ago
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#20.5 Care
"Agni…" Grace shook him awake.
Agni stirred on the bed, a little displeased. Grace was being a little rough today. Ever since they started living together in this new timeline, Agni usually woke up to Grace kissing his cheek, not an urgent grip on his shoulder. It would have raised his awareness, but for some reason, his body was refusing to do so.
"Please, wake up." Grace begged, voice a little wet.
Agni forced himself to open his eyes, squinting at the blinding light that made his head ache. Once his vision adjusted to the room, he saw that Grace was close to tears. He visibly deflated once Agni managed to lock gazes with him and finally let the dam break free. "Oh thank goodness. I've been trying to wake you a few times but you didn't respond so I thought–" Grace wiped his tears off and tried to regain himself.
"Wh-" Agni coughed weakly, his throat was so dry. What happened?
Grace began explaining anyway. "When I woke up I noticed that you had a fever. So I tried to check on you, but you were more sluggish than your normal sick days. So I was afraid that you were–"
Grace stopped mid-ramble as Agni found and squeezed Grace's hand, trying to stop him from panicking. Waiting for Grace to recollect himself, Agni pushed himself up to sit to make himself more awake. The world spun and a wave of nausea hit him full force. Agni pushed himself off the bed and stumbled a little when his knee tingled uncomfortably. Realizing this, Grace swooped him off his feet and carried him down to the bathroom.
Soon Agni found himself sitting down on the floor next to the toilet bowl. Grace draped a blanket over him before Agni realized he was shivering. Agni noticed that his breath was hot and his shirt clung to his skin from cold sweat. 
Because their bedroom and the bathroom were quite a hassle to go back and forth from, Grace prepared the water bed in the bathroom for them to use later, and Agni was thankful for his thoughtfulness. Grace then sat next to him and mindlessly rubbed on Agni's hunched back, up and down along his spine comfortingly.
As Agni emptied his stomach in the toilet, he hazily recalled taking a little more sleeping pills than he should have last night, plus drinking a few cups of wine beforehand. Though given the circumstances, he didn't know whether he could've stopped himself from doing so. In that case, he must've had a hangover, on top of the chills that he usually got after using his ice shinsu, which often developed into fever.
The room was quiet after the wave of nausea passed, and the silence was nice against his foggy mind. His breath was still slow and uneven, and his throat felt arid and sore. Grace didn't look like he was faring any better, with his eyes red and swollen, movement sluggish as if he was working on autopilot. Still, Grace tended to him patiently until Agni felt okay enough to lay back down on the bed.
However, Grace didn't join him as Agni thought he would, and instead made his way to the door. "I will get you some medicine."
"Do you know which to get?" Agni rasped out. When Grace didn't answer right away, Agni typed the answer in his pocket. "There, sent." Only then did Agni notice the time, so he added, "You should get breakfast as well, if you have not."
"Maybe. I won't leave for long." And Grace closed the door after saying that.
Agni was just hoping that Grace could have a breather from being cooped up to take care of him, but deep down he was relieved with that promise. After all, the thought of being left alone when his body felt like it was chained to the ground spiked his anxiety. His stomach churned as bad memories replayed in his mind from the reminder. He dragged his heavy feet and kneeled beside the toilet bowl for the second time, already missing the comfort of the bed. He retched to try getting rid of the awful feeling, but it wasn't effective when he had nothing else to empty.
As the sleep medication wore off, his thoughts also returned louder, and Agni was reminded again of why he decided to take another dose last night. It wasn't like him to do something so impulsive, but after Grace fell asleep crying, everything seemed too much to bear alone. He needed something to help him quiet all the guilt that he had piled up.
All the events leading up to that tragedy replayed vividly over and over. Each time he tried to think of ways it could've ended differently, but only a few seemed to have played in their favor. But of course, what good would it do him anyway? Because he couldn't change what had happened, even if he went back to the past. And the fact that they were gone was the reality he had to live with from now on.
Grace returned quicker than he had anticipated, with the food tray and all. But his complexion did look much better than before he left, so Agni felt somewhat relieved.
"Bam is outside," was what Grace said as a greeting. And yeah, it did explain a lot for his better mood.
"You should spend time with him." Because Grace needed someone to cheer him up, and who else knew how to do it better than himself? "Don't worry about me."
"How could I not?" Grace sat next to him, putting the food tray on the floor, completely ignoring Agni's former suggestion. Grace brushed his palm on Agni's forehead, the clear temperature difference made his eyebrows knit together in concern. "Your fever rose."
"It's not usually this stubborn." Agni exhaled some of his frustration, and began coughing as his body reminded him of how dry his throat was. He took a careful sip of the water that Grace offered and waited for it to settle before taking the medicine, swallowing it dry out of habit. 
"You should eat something." Grace pulled the tray so it was within Agni's reach. "Or drink some water, you're dehydrated."
Agni groaned, though he knew he needed to get something in his system to make his body focus on recovering. He nibbled on the crackers and drank the water little by little, deciding to take his time rather than risk it. Grace looked very satisfied when Agni managed to get everything down, which in turn also made Agni feel somewhat accomplished.
Not long afterward, Agni yawned, tired after being kept awake by the nausea and his loud thoughts. Grace had pulled Agni to sit on his lap, body facing each other to share as much warmth while keeping Agni upright, or else he might have an upset stomach later.
The way Grace's breath brushed past his neck grounded him, as it was an easy thing to focus on. Time passed slowly, and it would've lulled him to sleep if Grace didn't let the silence linger. There was a tenseness in Grace's shoulders, and the way Grace hugged him a little tighter than usual was enough to tell him not to leave his wave controller alone drowning in his thoughts. The moment Grace's breathing started to get uneven, Agni knew that Grace was crying. Absentmindedly, he began rubbing and patting Grace's back, earning him some sniffles. It was pathetic that this was the only thing Agni could offer to support Grace, but he couldn't think of anything better that he was able to give as of the moment.
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Agni didn't cry, though he wished he could, so his chest could relieve some of the pressure and stop aching. To think that they were willing to save him without thinking of the consequences, was something Agni still had a hard time believing. That he was able to hold Grace like this was all thanks to them. He could've died that day if Rak didn't protect him, or he could've lost his mind by living in that damned place if Isu and Hatz didn't come for him. He missed his old team, both dead and alive, and all that he left behind in that war time. He never admitted it out loud, but god he missed them.
Eventually, Grace pulled away. His eyes were red and puffy, but his movements were no longer on autopilot. He tucked Agni back to bed after checking his temperature, saying that it had gone lower, and evidently it ceased some of his worry.
Agni snuggled closer to Grace, finding comfort at the thought of him. Alive, real and close by. "Thank you, for being here." 
The corner of Grace's lips pulled upwards in a gentle smile, "You too." His free hand ran through Agni's hair and massaged his scalp. "Get better soon."
Agni started to drift off to sleep then, comfortably tucked up under a blanket and safe in Grace's embrace. He remembered the way Grace placed a lingering kiss on his forehead before Agni was out completely.
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twinklingwatermellon · 5 months ago
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familiar wife is like what if there was a man so self-absorbed and so irresponsible and childish that he drove his wife to depression and exhaustion and they couldn’t even talk without fighting, and what if he got a chance to do the last 12 years of his life over and instead of choosing to be a better man and better husband and father he just left his wife to her luck and married his rich first love instead, and what if in the midst of this new seemingly perfect life he was introduced to a version of his first wife that he never had a chance to screw up and she was happy and successful and glowing and he couldn’t believe that it was the same person and assumed she MUST still be a monster underneath it all, but then they were thrown into acquaintance and the more he heard her talk, the more her real personality and situation came through, and what if he started to realize that he was the problem, and on top of it all he fell in love with her again, and what if he tried to go back and rewrite it again, to marry her from the beginning, and what if fate and the greater powers told him no. you don’t get to do that. you took away her agency once and you do not get another do over. and what if he was so bitterly unhappy in the marriage he chose with an actually terrible wife who was doing to him the exact same things he did before, and what if completely undeservedly, his first wife fell back in love with him without knowing everything he did to her in a past life, and what if she even broke up with her new boyfriend because she only had feelings for him, and what if his marriage fell apart and she confessed what she felt about him, and what if he had everything he wanted back right in his hands, vulnerable and crying, but then what if he looked her in the eye said I can’t. I won’t screw up your life again. you don’t deserve this.
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echidnana · 7 months ago
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also the notes on the last post are so bad LMAO like fundamentally mouthwashing is about the systems in place that enable abuse in the workplace. like to say any of the men "did nothing wrong" is simply incorrect and ignores the point. every man on that ship was benefitting from the system that allowed anya to be abused. jimmy's actions, while obviously made of his own free will, were informed by the environment he was in and the fact that he FELT COMFORTABLE abusing anya. he had zero regret for assaulting her, only that there was evidence (her pregnancy). this is because he fundamentally did not see abusing her as being wrong. he only expresses guilt that he tried to crash the ship, hurting curly.
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mechazushi · 2 months ago
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@sonicasura Don't ever give me a fucking idea ever again...
"SHIIIIIIIT!" Dante screamed as he felt his foot fall through the ground and right through the borders of a familiar yellow portal.
The immediate first thing that came to mind wasn't what would be his impending doom, but "Huh? I wonder if this means I'll get to see Kafka again." Several years ago, a similar yellow portal opened up in his world and promptly dropped the best thing to ever come into his life. Created by a demon experimenting with dimensional hopping (shockingly NOT his brother, but he was involved) Dante, as well as the rest of his motley crew of demonic-and-demonically associated associates, all came together to help the kaiju out of time head back to his own world. It was truly a massive ordeal, since not only did they have to contend with the concept of multiple realities and not just dimensions, but time travel as well. Kafka had somehow been sent back to a time where he once looked human. Unfortunately, towards the end of the incident, Kafka was severely harmed and was forced to make a decision he had already made once before.
It wasn't altogether a sad period. They got to fool around (in more ways than one) and make the most out of this extraordinary visit. The two of them went into their relationship knowing it was going to be short lived, but both of them already had a deep understanding of why you should enjoy the moments as they come and not regret that fact that they ended nonetheless. Still, if Dante had a million chances to guess as to how the next decade and a half of his life would go, he certainly wouldn't of said that he would get the chance to meet an old flame again. Mainly because he was sure that any potential chance of this particular problem happening again should have been rectified beyond all doubt.
"And honestly? What are the chances? Like, infinity to one as far as quantum mechanics are concerned?" Was Dante's last thought as he saw the end of the worm hole in sight and mentally prepared himself for the inevitable crash that was soon to happen.
Landing harshly on his side, he tumbled out of the portal with a loud groan. While Kafka had the luxury of landing on a pile of trash, Dante didn't seem to get that lucky. Rolling to a stop, Dante continued to groan some more, shuffling onto his hand and knees slowly. He couldn't get much farther however, as two barrels connected to different guns were trained on him while in his prone position. Eyes quickly snapping onto the threat before him, Dante just sighed as he slowly rose to his feet with his hands raised.
"I hope we're not going to have much of a problem here officers, because I'm already starting to have one hell of a day." Dante stated before he even properly faced the two officers before him.
When they responded to his comment in fluent japanese, did he decide to take a second look as to who was holding him hostage. Taking a long look at the suits, something started to click in the back of his mind. The way the suits looked, with their form fitting shape and odd assortment of details, a drawing from a memory pulled itself up from the depths and almost smacked Dante upside the head.
"HOLY SHIT, YOU'RE DEFENSE FORCE OFFICERS!" Dante exclaimed as he quickly pointed at them. Unbothered by the clicking of safeties going off, Dante continued to prattle.
"You really are! You're Defense Force officers! No shit your defense force officers, you live here! Aw man, I can't believe I get to see his neck of the woods! Hey, this might be a long shot, but do either of you know a man named Kafka Hibino? This might seem farfetched, but I actually know him! Is there any chance I could talk to him?" Dante rattled of question after question as both of the officers in front of him exchanged bewildered looks.
"Hey, don't give me that. I know some of you have an understanding of English because y'all love your King of the Hill. Okay, it's not King of the Hill here, it's something like Man of the Manor or something... whatever! Either way, I really need to talk to someone in charge, so can we expedite that or...?" Dante continued to gesture wildly, overtaken with excitement that there might be a chance he could really see Kafka again.
The two Defense Force officers looked back at each other and just shrugged, not really sure what to do. While one began to talk into his ear piece, the other pulled out a pair of plastic zip-tie handcuffs. Dante's shoulders sagged once he saw them, but decided against taking aggressive action. From what he heard about from Kafka, his people might be a lot more reasonable than Dante's.
"Alright, if that's how it's gonna be. Just take me to your leader." He griped as he held his hands put in front of him.
"Besides, it's not like I can't break out of these." He thought as they escorted him out of the alley he was in.
Leading him behind concrete road blocks, Dante could see that he had somehow landed in the middle of a war zone. Officers left and right were unloading clips at their surroundings, aimed at anorexic looking lizards with fur and oddly dolphin-like faces. Normally unfazed by demons, even Dante felt himself wince a little at seeing what was most likely a small amount of what Kafka had to deal with on a daily basis. The two that flanked him directed him towards a cordoned area that was busy with noise and equipment. Towards the back was the opened back of a truck with two distinct individuals in front of it.
A tall man with a pink Mohawk stood with what looked to be a battle partner with white hair with blue undertones. They turned to face Dante as they sensed a visitor. Short sentences in Japanese were had between the four of them before the shorter, snow blond one dismissed the two that brought him in.
"So, you seem to have fallen out of a portal and know the name of our greatest defender. Why is that?" The cool one asked in serviceable english, his stature dripping with authority.
"Did he seriously not say anything about me? Guy spends three months in another dimension, you'd think he'd at least tell someone about it." Dante scoffed as he looked between the two of them.
"He actually couldn't when he first got back. Got stuck in quarantine for several weeks and after that was told that if he told anyone, he would get neutralized." The one with the pink hair shrugged apologetically.
"Ah! But that still implies that you know that he left." Dante countered knowingly, " It's better if you get the full story from him, but long story short, I'm the guy that rescued his fine ass and brought him back." He finished with a wink and affirmative thumb pointed at his chest.
"And we're supposed to assume this is true?" The snow blond one retorted, leaning back until he was sitting on the edge of the truck.
"Come on! You just said that someone saw the portal I fell out of! You're gonna know the whole story now anyway, just ask Kafka about it! Speaking of the devil, is he around? Genuinely would love to talk to him again." Dante asked as he bounced around in place, bored of how this conversation was going.
The two officers exchanged informative glances with each other. The white haired one kept his face neutral, but the one with the Mohawk looked incredibly concerned. Catching the unspoken discussion between them Dante spoke up with worry seeping into his tone.
"W-wait, you can't be serious. You can't seriously tell me that the strongest guy in your world- in probably both of our worlds-is..." Dante couldn't bring himself to finish the thought.
He knew, even with as little time as he got with Kafka, that it was the entirely out of the realm of possibility that he did something self-sacrificial and stupid, but Dante was sure there wasn't anything Kafka couldn't bounce back from. The one with the Mohawk slowly approached Dante, his eyes downcast and hand outstretched and aimed for his shoulder. Dante reflexively backed away, afraid of what that gesture might mean.
"Don-don't." Dante whispered shakily, "Don't tell me that he- Look, I may not have gotten to be with him long, but I'm really attached to that goofy little dumbass, alright!" Dante couldn't bring himself to back away any further, anticipation killing him slowly, but the lack of confirmation made the knife twist in his stomach all the harder. As the hand finally made contact with his shoulder, the pink haired man finally looked him dead in the eyes and quickly licked his lips before answering.
"He's overseas right now." He finally answered.
"Oh my god." Dante huffed and rolled his eyes, exasperated at the deception.
"He's in America specifically. He's supposed to come back at the end of the month, but if you really wanna meet him, I'm sure we could have him back home at the end of the day." The one that toyed with his fears continued to tease as he kept his hand on Dante's shoulder.
"You're a real piece of shit, you know that? You're definitely Iharu." Dante retorted as he playfully shoved back at the asshole laughing beside him.
"Aww! He did talk about us!" Iharu joked.
"And I guess that makes you Reno." Dante continued as he leveled with the man in front of him still.
"Only good things about us, I hope." Reno replied as he dug out a knife to cut away at the restraints around Dante's wrists.
"'A pair of the best damn co-workers he ever had the pleasure of fighting beside.' More or less a direct quote." Dante mentioned as he offered up his wrists.
"Hopefully the title isn't going to be put to the test today. As you probably saw, we're a bit under siege right now." Reno acknowledged as he cut away the restraints.
"Yeah, I noticed." Dante said as he rubbed his wrists, " Bunch of ugly bastards too. Want a hand?"
"As much as we would like to say yes..." Iharu winced as he crossed his arms, " Letting you out of our sight is probably gonna have upper management come down on our heads."
"Aw! You seriously want me to miss out on all the fun?" Dante playfully whined as he pulled out his pistols and twirled them, " Just give me a chance! I'll be fast, do some recon-" He continued to speak as he walked away, already committed to the idea of helping out.
"Th-that's okay! We've already got someone doing dedicated-" Reno nervously called out, trying to reign in the demonic force of trouble, but was quickly interrupted by a loud boom emanating from a crash collision into the ground that happened right in front of the three of them.
"-Recon." Reno finished with a disappointed sigh.
What Dante saw before him shook him to his core. A tall, lithe, but still muscular figure with wings that could only have demonic origins. With their head down, he could see that they had four very long and surprisingly wide dragonfly wings shaped and colored like bright jet lighter flames. As they rose to their full height, he got a clearer picture of their form and face. Their legs looked like plate armor made out of broken chunks of lava, radiating a similar heat but a more deep burgundy color. Their waist and sides had a defined, plate-like look to them; almost replicating human muscle but in a more defensive look. The arms were similar to the legs, but had developed exhaust pipe like protrusions along the forearms.
It was their face that threw Dante for a loop. Sharp looking spikes were carved and sculpted out and around their eyes, reminiscent of a volatile butterfly. Their teeth were long, fang-like, and fully exposed with some of them at odd angles or doubled up over each other. Even with no lips, it was clear as sunshine that the demon before him had a malicious grin only someone from his family could be capable of. The horns were the worst part, black and red but ribbed like his how was in his Sin Devil Trigger form, but curved up and back just like Kafka's secondary form. They flicked off a fire whip shaped mass of hair and stepped off of their kill they had landed on unceremoniously.
When their eagle claw foot touched the ground, their monstrous form dissipated in a bright flash and revealed a human woman underneath it all. Twirling twin defense force issued axes back into their holsters, the woman strutted forward confidently, staring past Dante the whole time. Now seeing her true face, Dante had to stop himself from reaching out and touching her, just to make sure he was seeing everything correctly. Her hair was still long, but had a puffy pom-pom patch of spiky hair acting as her bangs. What was most interesting was that it was perfectly slate grey; not black, not white, but strands of both had layered between each other to make the most dazzling silver hair color. The face she had almost made him weep, for while the ears, eyebrows and eye shape were most certainly Kafka's, this woman walking towards him almost looked like the spitting image of his mother.
"Oh man, Uncle Reno! You ain't ever gonna believe what I just found." The woman exclaimed in somewhat awkward English and added emphasis with exaggerated movement, "I just found that ugly motherfucker crawling its way out of an actual portal! You know, like in that one game I showed ya! Anyway, this one put up a real fight as you can see-" She walked back a little so she could scruff the battered demon by its neck and shake it around to draw attention to its wounds, "I know he don't look like it, but I'm tellin' ya he's alive! Well, at least I think so anyway. Don't matter 'cuz he's tuckered out right now. Do you think Aunti Mina will let me keep him?"
As she asked her question, her attention finally caught up to noticing that there was a newcomer in the room, "Hey, not to be rude, but who's the new guy?" she asked and she jabbed a thumb in her direction.
"The name's Dante." He introduced himself tentatively, offering a handshake.
"Oh, like the Inferno?" The woman cheerfully guessed as she took his hand.
"Something like that." Dante answered as he took notice of the new shape of the dragonfly wings that hung off of her body.
The set that was there had changed their appearance and developed a more translucent display with the spear-like tips on the ends that were there before now relaxing into the shape of armored claws. The smaller, shorter pair wrapped around her waist while the longer pair draped themselves around her shoulders, the hands coming to rest on either sides of her neck. Once Dante had the thought that they reminded him of Nero's wings, did the dreadful realization in him sink even further.
"Seems to me like you're a real spitfire among your crew." Dante tacked on as he continued to quietly observe what could very well be his own child.
"Oh if you think I'm bad, you should see my twin sister! A real salt-of-the-earth type, but a demon on the battlefield." The woman joyfully explained as she teasingly bopped him in the shoulder.
"Oh." Dante gasped as he tried to restrain his churning emotions, "You have a twin sister."
"Yeah, she's with Daddy over in America right now, but they'll be back soon enough." The woman remarked with appeasing shrug.
"You know, I don't think I ever caught your name." Dante mentioned as he fought the urge to cry.
"Probably didn't give you the chance to, bit of a motor-mouth and all." The demon woman giggled, "I have everyone call me Rimi!"
". . .Please tell me that's not short for Rimini." Dante cautiously wondered aloud.
"How'd ya guess?" Rimi gasped with astonishment.
"I tend to hit the jackpot with things like that." Dante gritted out through his teeth, trying not to wince.
"Bet you can't hit it twice! What's my first name?" Rimi challenged.
"Francesca." Dante answered, already telling where this was going.
Rimi let loose a long, low whistle, "Wow! We got a real Sherlock on our hands, huh! Either that or Uncle Iharu had been talking shit about me again."
"They're your uncles?" Dante questioned genuinely.
"Well, I mean not really. But Daddy's just so close with his generation of Defense Force officers that me and my sister just feel better calling them our Aunts and Uncles!" Rimi clarified as she bounced excitedly on her toes.
"Rimi! Got a new task for ya!" Reno shouted out to break up their conversation.
"Oops! Sounds like duty calls again. Hope to see you around Devilman!" Rimi called out as she moved closer to Reno.
Dante watched on quietly as Reno ordered Rimi to take the demon body away for observation. As she slipped away, Dante could feel his heart skip to her pace, the now ever present knife in his gut continuing to twist more and more. He had to force himself to look away as she morphed into her... kaiju form? Devil Trigger form? He wasn't sure and the pain of not knowing made everything hurt worse. He had two little girls and he knew nothing about them. He didn't understand how Vergil had stayed calm once he heard the news he had a son and never knew beforehand. Because now? Dante felt like setting fire to time and reality itself for robbing this chance away from him.
Biting back the desire to do so, Dante instead opted to ask one pressing question.
"How many years of child support am I missing out on?" He asked, trying to deflect his pain with a joke.
Reno and Iharu exchanged another set of glances, ones more concerning than the last, before turning back to answer him.
"A little over seventeen years worth?" Iharu answered with a shrug.
Dante chewed on his bottom lip as he processed the news. Turning away from them, he had to do something to redirect the amount of overlapping emotions preparing to tear him up inside.
"FUCK!" He quickly screamed, the force of it briefly sending him into his Devil Trigger form.
#Their kids are named after the woman and her lover that is found in the first layer of hell in Dante's Inferno.#I didn't give myself a chance to say this but at this point Reno and Iharu are both Platoon leaders in this.#Kafka would give birth to twins in this situation JUST to make Dante nervous.#In the other story idea that I had Kafka was turned back to before he had his original core destroyed.#But before he got the chance to head back to his dimension His core got destroyed again so nothing basically changed for him.#the Sister's name is Malatesta but goes by Mal. I kinda like to imagine she sounds/talks like Ambery from ZZZ.#Remi uses hand axes and Mal uses magic I.E the weird exploding rune bands the Meraki/9 uses. They are not sure how she can.#Both of their Kaiju Trigger forms are red But Rimi's is a deep red while her sister's is more of an orange color.#Dante is understandably pissed that he missed out on 17 years worth of their childhood but he got to plan their Quinceanera so he's fine.#the rest of the group ends up getting teleported over so they find out about the kids as well.#Vergil wants to castrate his brother#Nero is happy? Albeit slightly weirded out that he got promoted to Cousin Status.#Lady... doesn't know how to feel about this so she just gets angry over it.#Nico is absolutely taking the piss over this She's ECSTATIC and gets along well with Rimi.#Trish is just happy neither one ended up getting named Beatrice or Mary.#Yes the twins existence is tied to the reason as to why portals keep appearing in Kaiju Number 8.#Their Personalities basically equate to ADHD Dante and Well Adjusted But Still Somewhat Jaded Vergil.#Yes everyone does everything they can to make sure that neither of them become separated / traumatized.#really I just wrote all of this just for the Child Support Joke at the end there.#kaiju no. 8#kaijuu number 8#kaiju 8#kaiju no 8#kaiju number 8#kaiju n8#kaiju no. eight#kaijuu 8 gou#kaijuu no. 8#kaiju no.8#kn8 fanfic
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oifaaa · 2 years ago
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jason Todd should wake up in the 31st century so that he doesn't matter in the narrative anymore
So basically you want Jason to do a
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copia · 28 days ago
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might be too autistic for sleep token at download
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thedawningofthehour · 4 months ago
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I want you guys to know that I put the Rise fam in my Sims 4 game and Splinter immediately started pulling bitches and marrying/knocking up women.
There's a 'Hamato' family in practically every world now due to his fuckboi skills.
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dirtytransmasc · 1 year ago
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I need more selkie theon (and asha. I just think that would be a vibe. fuck the greyjoy sigil being a kraken for a moment and let them be seals) content.
like the opportunity to have theon's coat taken by ned when he's made his ward is right there and it is perfect and beautiful and tragic.
and you could build on that depending on the version of the selkie myth/story you're going off of (I personally love the song of the sea version of selkies for story writing). maybe he can't talk without it, maybe he gets sick, maybe his voice has magical properties of sorts.
I have this one concept in my head that I don't have the time to write, but it goes something along the lines of theon getting sick after years away from his coat and the stark kids have to find his coat and drag his slowly dying ass to the bay of seals (cause y'know bay of seals and theon's a selkie so he'll turn into a seal... I thought it was creative).
also, in a lot of versions of selkies, when they get sick, their hair turns white, which is on brand for theon. they're also pretty, their stories are typically soaked to the bone in tragedy, they're normally held captive/tortured, amongst other things, which are also very on brand for theon.
and maybe you get some selkie to selkie telepathy of sorts, so when theon finally enter the water a seal again, asha books it to come find him, cause its been years since she's been able to feel him (I'm soft for them, I will create the most improbable and ridiculous scenario's to bring them together and for them to have soft sibling moments).
all and all, theon being a selkie is something I need more content of, please and thank you.
#theon would be a harbor seal and asha would be a leopard seal. I don't make the rules.#I think theon being a selkie would just be cool#like. it would make him being a ward all the more interesting. there's the potential for him to be stripped of his *skin* and his *voice*#and to keep him from the sea would be even more cruel#then there's the different ways you could give him magical properties. he could be enchantingly beautiful. his voice could be magical. he-#could bring good luck to ships. he could have a song that held a specific power of sorts.#there's just so many possibilities and I have many thoughts#also just imagine the starklings. at the very least robb and jon (who barely wants to be there but went for moral support) stealing theon-#and going on a 'roadtrip' to the bay of seals. theon's looks about ready to keel over. robb's panicking. jon's sulking.#the whole of the north is currently hunting them down. cause y'know. the heir to winterfell suddenly dissapeared into the night with the-#ward and the bastard. it would be chaos.#and asha reuniting with her brother in their seal forms. it'd be cute. cause they're chubby little blops and they'd boop each other.#and theon having to decide if he wants to stay with his found family or escaping back to pyke with his sister now that he has the chance.#someone write this. take the idea. just tag me so I can read it#theon greyjoy#asha greyjoy#yara greyjoy#house greyjoy#throbb#vaguely. the potential is right there#got#game of thrones#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#selkies
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