#And they do that all the time but it's usually with like anime characters or puters (They know I'm a computer-liker)

[keferon]

This apocalyptic ponyo Jazz and Prowl have got me OBSESSED with Orcas like 🥺 and learning all about them now, which a lot of it for how they’re treated is really sad

I already knew quite a lot about orcas before. Because they’re my favourite animals hehe. But I was only watching and reading about wild orcas. I never really considered looking what was going on with the captive ones. Doing research for this au made me discover the whole new level of grief

You know I think this is the first time I don’t have to make anything up when it comes to angst. Usually I try to invent some new ways to make characters suffer but with this au?? I would never even think of something like that on my own. All I do is learn stories or real orcas and then make jp go through the same stuff.

[cressidagrey]

The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car Prince - Chapter 14

Pairing: Lando Norris x Elizabeth "Lizzie" Treshton (Original Character)

Summary:

Elizabeth Treshton—bestselling romantasy author, queen of fae heartbreak, and sworn devotee of a carefully structured routine—never expected her service dog to abandon protocol and diagnose a Formula 1 driver with something. But that’s exactly what happens when Mara the wonder-dog ditches Lizzie’s side to aggressively alert to none other than Lando Norris in the middle of a coffee shop.

Warnings and Notes: 

Mention of epilepsy and service animals. I don't myself suffer from epilepsy, so I asked my IRL friend, who thankfully was nice enough to let me ask her all the questions I could come up with. The rest I asked Reddit. So everything that's wrong...that's totally my fault and not on purpose. Also Discussion of toxic media/fandom/death threats.

As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble

Lizzie had expected the double date to be slightly awkward—meeting new people usually was—but she hadn’t anticipated this particular kind of tension.

Lily was too calm.

Too composed.

Too obviously holding something back.

It wasn’t anything dramatic. Just the way her eyes kept flickering toward Lizzie, how she took a slow sip of her drink every time she looked like she was about to say something, how she kept glancing at Oscar as if to say, Are we just pretending this isn’t happening?

Oscar looked exhausted already.

They hadn’t even ordered yet.

Lando, of course, noticed immediately. He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “Alright,” he said, glancing between Lily and Oscar. “What’s going on?”

Lily took a deep breath, placed her hands on the table, and said, in the most carefully neutral voice imaginable, “I am not going to be weird about this.”

Lizzie raised an eyebrow. “Weird about what?”

Another deep breath.

Then Lily turned to her with a blindingly bright smile and said, “You are my favorite author, and I have read all your books, and I am totally fine about it.”

Lizzie was taken aback, unprepared for this sudden declaration of fandom from someone who had looked like she was about to say something entirely different.

"Um... thank you?" She replied, slightly bewildered.

Oscar groaned, shaking his head. "Lily, we talked about this."

“What?” she shot back. “I just had to say it out loud, or I was going to explode.”

Lando looked amused, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "So you're a Lizzie Treshton fangirl, huh?"

Lily groaned. “Do not phrase it like that.”

Oscar leaned back in his chair. “She pre-ordered An Autumn of Fire and Stone six months early and took a day off work to read it.”

“Oscar.” Lily hissed, kicking him under the table.

Lando burst out laughing.

Lizzie, meanwhile, smiled. “That’s honestly really cool.”

Lily turned back to her, clearly trying to play it cool but still looking like she might combust. “I just—your books are so good. And your worldbuilding? Next level. And don’t even get me started on your character work—”

“Lily,” Oscar warned.

Lily exhaled through her nose. “Fine. I’ll stop.”

Lizzie laughed. “You don’t have to stop. I’m happy to talk books.”

Lily lit up. “Oh, thank god.”

Lando turned to Oscar, smirking. “Mate, your girlfriend is in love with my girlfriend.”

Oscar just sighed again. “I know.”

That kicked off the conversation properly.

The tension vanished as they delved into books. Lily's eyes lit up with excitement as she asked Lizzie about her publishing process, her inspiration, even how she chose character names.

Oscar and Lando just watched, occasionally chiming in to ask questions of their own, but mostly just amused and fascinated by the fervor of Lily's book-related interrogation.

Eventually, though, the conversation shifted.

“So, just to clarify,” Lily said, stirring her drink. “You’re a Ferrari fan?”

Lando groaned. “Lily—”

“What?” She smirked. “I just think it’s funny. Lando Norris is dating a Ferrari fan.”

Oscar grinned. “And her dog’s name is Maranello.”

Lily gasped. “Oh, that’s hilarious.”

Lizzie smothered her laughter as Lando groaned in mock agony. “You’re both going to tease me about this forever, aren’t you?”

Lily laughed, sipping her drink. “Oh, absolutely.”

Oscar patted him on the head. “Never gonna forget it, mate.”

Lando shot him a glare but couldn't hold back his own smile for long. "I don't know why I'm friends with either of you."

"Because you would be even more dull without us," Oscar replied

Lily nodded sagely. "And who else would keep your ego in check?"

Lando rolled his eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind it.

*****

Lando had faced some tough crowds before—angry engineers, Zak Brown after a botched qualifying session, the entirety of Ferrari Twitter—but sitting at Lizzie’s family dinner table, preparing to tell them they were going public at Silverstone, was next level.

Tasha was watching him like a hawk, Aunt Lou was watching her wine with far too much interest, and Lizzie’s dad… well, he just looked unimpressed, but Lando had long since learned that was his default setting.

Lizzie, meanwhile, was completely unbothered. She was still picking at her food, like she hadn’t just convinced Lando that this was the right moment.

“Alright,” Aunt Lou finally said, tipping her glass toward him. “You look like a man about to say something important. Spit it out before Tasha combusts.”

Lando felt like a deer caught in the headlights. He swallowed hard, glancing around the table, unsure where to start.

Tasha looked ready to pounce, her gaze fixed on him with ruthless intensity. Aunt Lou sipped her wine with a smirk, clearly expecting drama. Lizzie’s dad just raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable as always.

Lando cleared his throat. “So… we’re going to Silverstone together.”

Silence.

Lizzie, because she was Lizzie, leaned in with a smirk. “And we’re making it public.”

More silence.

Then Tasha made an actual squeaking noise. “Finally!”

Aunt Lou, however, raised a single eyebrow. “And you’re both sure this is the right call?”

Lando nodded. “Yeah. We’ve talked about it a lot. It just—it feels like the right time.”

Lizzie’s dad exhaled slowly, setting his fork down. “It’s not going to be easy.”

Aunt Lou nodded solemnly. "The press will be all over it."

Tasha looked positively gleeful. "It's going to be a media circus."

“I know,” Lando admitted. “But I also know I love her and don’t want to hide it anymore.”

Lizzie squeezed his hand under the table, and Aunt Lou made a quiet humming noise, swirling her wine like she was debating whether to grill him further.

Tasha, on the other hand, was far more chaotic. “Okay, but the real question is—have you prepared for the internet’s meltdown? F1 Twitter and BookTok are about to go feral. It’s going to be a disaster.”

Lando groaned. “I know. I’ve accepted my fate.”

Lizzie just smirked. “At least we have an advantage.”

Aunt Lou raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Which is?”

Lizzie’s grin widened. “Mara.”

"Oh my God, they're going to have a field day with her," Tasha said, eyes wide. "F1 Twitter and BookTok are going to lose their minds over your dog."

Lando nodded. “She’s the best distraction for the media. Just let Mara loose, and they’ll forget all about me.”

Lizzie’s dad chuckled quietly, the first sign of amusement he’d shown since dinner started. “I can’t argue with that.”

Lando nodded sagely. “She’s the best distraction for the media. Just let Mara loose, and they’ll forget all about me.”

Lizzie’s dad chuckled, “I can’t argue with that.”

Aunt Lou finally cracked a smile. “Well. If nothing else, it’s going to be hilarious.”

Lando could only nod. Because, honestly? It really, really was.

Tasha laughed, raising her glass in a mock toast. "May the press have mercy on your souls."

Aunt Lou clinked her glass against Tasha’s, a smirk on her face. "Here’s hoping they don’t roast you too badly."

Still, there was something else on his mind: Lando had known this conversation was coming.

Lizzie’s dad had been watching him all evening—not in a hostile way, but in the kind of quiet, thoughtful way that told Lando he was being assessed. Tested. And, if he was being honest, it was making him a little nervous.

So when Lizzie disappeared into the kitchen with Tasha and Aunt Lou, leaving him alone at the table, he wasn’t surprised when her dad cleared his throat and said, “Come outside with me for a minute.”

Lando nodded, pushing his chair back. His pulse picked up slightly, but he kept his face neutral as he followed Lizzie’s dad out onto the back patio. The evening air was cool, the garden lit by the soft glow of the porch light. Her dad leaned against the railing, crossing his arms over his chest before turning to look at him properly.

“You’re making this public at Silverstone,” he said. It wasn’t a question.

Lando nodded. “Yeah.”

Her dad sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “I won’t lie to you, Lando. That worries me.”

Lando swallowed. “Because of the attention?”

“Partly.” Her dad studied him for a long moment. “But mainly because of Lizzie.”

Lando frowned. “I’d never do anything to hurt her.”

“I believe you,” her dad said, surprising him. “But it’s not that simple. Lizzie isn’t just any other girlfriend of an F1 driver. She’s—” He hesitated, exhaling. “She’s Lizzie,” he said finally, like that summed up everything.

Lando nodded slowly, understanding what he meant. Lizzie was a high-profile author.

Lizzie, who lived in a world of words and stories, not flashing cameras and invasive headlines. Lizzie, whose epilepsy made that kind of spotlight infinitely more complicated.

“I know,” Lando said. “And we’ve talked about it.”

Her dad nodded slowly, then fixed him with a look. “Have you seen her have a seizure yet?”

Lando froze.

It was a blunt question, and it knocked the air out of Lando’s lungs.

“No,” he admitted, his voice hoarse. “No, I haven’t seen her have a seizure.”

Her dad’s expression remained stoic, but Lando could see the worry in his eyes.

“Then you don’t know what it’s really like.”

Lando clenched his jaw. “I know it’s serious.”

“You think you know.” Her dad’s voice was even, but there was something heavy behind it. “But until you see it—until you watch her go rigid and collapse without warning, until you see her completely vulnerable and unable to do anything—you don’t know. And you don’t know how you’ll react.”

Lando swallowed hard.

The words hit hard, because they were true. Lando hadn’t seen it. He’d only heard Lizzie’s explanation and seen the aftermath—the dazed expression, the exhaustion, the confusion. But he’d never witnessed a seizure firsthand.

He met her dad’s gaze, his resolve strengthening. “I’m not going to run when it’s bad.”

Her dad sighed. “Her mother left because she couldn’t handle it,” he said quietly. “She loved Lizzie, but love wasn’t enough. The reality was too much for her.” He glanced at Lando, his expression unreadable. “I need to know that won’t happen with you.”

Lando took a deep breath. The weight of the conversation was settling on his shoulders. "I'm not going anywhere."

Her dad watched him carefully. "You say that now, but—"

"No," Lando cut him off. "I'm in this. For the long haul."

There was a long pause. The cicadas were buzzing in the background, and the air was thick with the sound of summer insects.

And then, finally, her dad nodded. "Alright, then."

Her dad studied him, searching for something in his face. Then, finally, he nodded.

Lando took a deep breath, steadying himself. “What do I do?” he asked. “If—when—she has a seizure.”

Her dad seemed to measure him again before nodding, like he’d been waiting for that question. “First thing? Don’t panic.”

Lando almost laughed. Right. Like that would be easy.

Her dad must have seen it on his face because he gave him a look. “I mean it. You panicking won’t help her.”

Lando forced himself to focus. “Okay. What else?”

“Stay calm,” her dad said. “Make sure her head is protected. Don’t try to control her body.”

Lando nodded, committing each word to memory.

Her dad kept going. “And don’t, under any circumstances, try to put anything in her mouth. That’s a common myth, and it’s also dangerous.”

“Time it,” her dad continued. “If it lasts more than five minutes, call an ambulance. But usually, she comes out of it on her own. Just stay with her. Keep her safe.”

Lando exhaled slowly. “And after?”

“She’ll be confused. Disoriented. Sometimes she won’t know where she is or what just happened. And she’ll be exhausted.”

Lando’s chest tightened at the thought. Lizzie—his Lizzie, who was always sharp, always quick with a joke or a teasing remark—lost, confused, vulnerable.

“She might be—” her dad hesitated, his jaw tightening. “She might be upset. Or scared. She hates it. Hates losing control. Hates feeling weak.”

Lando swallowed hard, the thought of that almost worse than the physical aspect.

“The best thing you can do is just be there. Reassure her. Keep her grounded.”

He paused. “And she’ll need time. Don’t push her to get up too soon. Let her rest.”

Lando nodded, absorbing every word.

Her dad sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “I know this is a lot. But this is what it means to love her, Lando. You have to be ready for this. All of it.”

Lando met his eyes, determination settling deep in his chest. “I am.”

Her dad held his gaze for a long moment. Then, finally, he nodded.

“Good,” he said. “Because she deserves someone who won’t run when things get hard.”

“I’m not running,” Lando said, voice steady.

Her dad studied him, then—almost reluctantly—gave him a small, approving nod. “Alright,” he said. “Then let’s go back inside before they start thinking I’m scaring you off.”

Lando let out a breath and followed him in. He wasn’t scared.

He just knew—now more than ever—how important it was that he got this right

[neeeooon]

Hey Elle!!! 😚🫶May I request bllk boys (Nagi, Rin, Sae, Bachira, Shidou) with s/o who's rlly into anime, cosplay, spends all their money on figurines, merch etc and makes them go to conventions with them!!! 🤸🏼‍♀️ love your writing!

yesssss LMAO okay i had fun w thiss thank you sm for the request!!! 💛💛

when you’re an anime fan ;

bf bllk x gn!reader

nagi seishiro

-> he doesn’t like the fact that he has to share you with your dozens and dozens of anime plushies

-> “nagi! you’re crushing mr. sakamoto!!” “what’s that?” “?! please move so he can breathe :)” he decides not to fight you on this. “.. okay.”

-> though nagi doesn’t quite understand your obsession with spending money on little figures and plushies of cartoon characters, he works around it. it’s easier to spend a little time looking for a clear spot than upset you after moving something he wasn’t supposed to

-> until he comes over one day to find a large snorlax plush in his usually empty spot on your bed

-> “.. is this your way of telling me to move?” “what? no, it’s for you! your room is like a prison cell, babe. you need something to make it more personal. plus, he looks just like you!”

-> nagi doesn’t see it, but he sleeps with that damn snorlax plush every night he spends away from you <3

itoshi rin

-> “y/n? put the phone down…” “just one click, rin. one click and it’s all mine.” “y/n, so you really need twenty-six figures of the same four characters..?” “yes.” “really?” “… maybe?”

-> he manages to convince you to give him the phone so you don’t spend your entire paycheck on anime merchandise

-> he’ll stay up late watching the shows with you, and he actually follows along with and likes quite a bit of them. not enough to blow his entire paycheck, but enough

-> “i think we should be meruem and komugi from hxh for halloween.” “… but don’t they d—“ “DONT FINISH THAT SENTENCE.”

-> once you promise to stop crippling your bank account, he agrees to dress up with you <3

itoshi sae

-> bro is not impressed

-> he can’t even pretend to enjoy himself as you drag him around the merch store, grumbling about how ugly and expensive everything is

-> you ignore him and fill your little basket with mangas and posters for your room, but when it comes down to it, sae hands over his card at checkout before you have the chance

-> “?? i thought you said everything here is ugly and expensive?” “oh, it is. i don’t want you spending your money on ugly things, y/n.” you smile at his excuse and kiss his cheek

-> he’s not ecstatic at the cost of everything, but sae doesn’t complain about it to you, either. he even helps you hand your posters at home (those, he does insult)

-> “why does that guy have such big ears?” “be nice to geto!! those are his earrings.” “he looks like a weirdo.” “leave him be 😭”

bachira meguru

-> you better believe he’s feeding your addiction

-> “ooh, y/n, look at this one!! do you have this one?” “i’ve been looking everywhere for that character! how did you find it?” “my monster told me to check the back shelf..”

-> keeps a full, detailed list of every anime you mention starting or liking so he can surprise you with merch

-> “y/n, look! i made a hakura sakura keychain for you!!” “you made it?! i love it!! but what’s the occasion..?” “i just felt like making something for you ☺️” you may have teared up a bit

shidou ryusei

-> you were planning to cosplay one of your favorite anime characters, and the costume was going on sale at a convention. thankfully, shidou didn’t fight when you asked him to join you

-> “so, we’re gonna stand in this line for how long again?” “depends on how quickly they wave us through. could be a few hours.” “… let’s fucking do this.”

-> shidou has to body a few people, and you do get escorted out by security, but you get the costume! so you consider the trip a win

-> “you didn’t have to punch that guy for me,” you hum as you dab at your boyfriend’s scabbing knuckles. “he was going to push you out of the way. you wanted it more than he did, and he shouldn’t put hands on someone for a dress.” “you did, though..” “for you. not the costume… it is a cool costume, though.” “i know, right?!”

-> you post photos and videos of yourself all dressed up online, making sure to tag shidou for helping you complete your look <3

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

Hello everyone! A group of friends and I got into a discussion that spanned multiple weeks about the true definition of a "babygirl" in media. It started as a discussion of "babygirls" in Linked Universe fanfiction but soon expanded to mainstream media, and as such most examples are from this mainstream media for a wider audience (aside from War Crimes Warriors from Call Them Brothers by @wutheringmights, whose fabulous work sparked this debate). Please note that the definition is still under construction, and that all examples may not fit within it 100%, but I believe still generally match the vibes of babygirl. Now, without further ado:

Babygirl Definition

Committing/has committed war crimes (*)

Has Emotions TM about the war crimes, often doubles down

Usually male?

Is, at some point in his life, a sad wet cat (**)

Has experienced the Horrors (***)

Make the Horrors everybody else's problem

Attractive (????)

To fans: endearing but also frustrating, misunderstood

To non-fans: hateable

(Used to) have an ego/pride/"reputation" (which may lead to the aforementioned war crimes)

Has a vulnerability they're stupid about, are aware they're being stupid about it, and yet continue to be stupid about it (passion project, child, etc).

Babygirl examples: War Crime Warriors from Call Them Brothers, Jayce Arcane, Hohenheim FMAB, Zuko ATLA, Boromir LOTR, Elphaba Wicked, Anakin Star Wars, Odysseus, Bill Nye, Stanley and Stanford Pines Gravity Falls, Jamie Lannister, Obama, Howl Moving Castle, Katniss and Haymitch The Hunger Games, The 9th Doctor, Dean Winchester, Bucky Barnes.

(*) War crimes do not refer specifically to acts that violate the Geneva Conventions, but rather to any general act that would be considered inexcusable or otherwise extremely unsavory by the in-universe population. Ex: Jayce accidentally killing a Zaunite child.

(**) For definition of sad wet cat, just imagine a sopping wet cat caught in a sudden, unexpected rainstorm and you're there. A full definition list, like the one above, has not been made: but this term, generally defined, is a period of time in which one feels self-loathing, disgust, hatred, and powerlessness towards oneself, others, and/or the current situation at hand. Often at least partially self created. Ex: Zuko's banishment arc

(***) A traumatic experience (sometimes more than one) that changes them irrevocably. It propels the character forwards into the plot in a way that they do not anticipate, enjoy, and/or completely understand, but have no choice but to adapt to anyways. Ex: Katniss' reaping Thank you to @bittirsweeteer @not-freyja @life-in-winter @elle-rosewater @hytiaa @cinis0 @anime-obsessed @whatvioletdoes-blog @lunaopus @glowingmin @gia-d and @undertheopensky for contributing to the discussion, that was a fun few conversation (if I've forgotten anyone, please let me know). This is mostly being posted for my own amusement, but I hope that anyone else who stumbles across this post finds it mildly amusing! You're welcome to reblog with your own babygirls, lol

[arlakos]

Ok, so I saw this post earlier today and all I can say is that I love it!

That being said, we still don't have Adrien's profile yet, so until OP updates their AU, allow me to create a headcanon for what this version of Adrien would be like.

Character:

I would say that unlike canon, Adrien is a lot more "confident" in this AU. However, this is partially false: Adrien just fakes being more confident but it is still very insecure about meeting new people and making friends.

Adrien would be a lot more social in this AU. Since this version of Chloe seems more capable and more likely to be close friends with him, I reckon that Chloe KNOWS that Adrien is socially awkward, so instead of him watching anime as knowledge, she recommends him a lot of highschool movies to help get a good idea of how he should act. Still watches anime though occasionally. As a result, he is more socially capable.

His favorite movie is High School Musical, so Adrien kind of bases himself (partially) on Troy Bolton. Somehow he makes it work, despite acting a bit more American at times than French. It also make him a lot more approachable with American transfer students and with the NY school in the New York Special.

As a result of growing up with American highschool movies, Adrien likes basketball and plays it a lot. Somehow he was able to convince his father to replace his Chinese classes with basketball since he pretty much knew how to speak it fluently.

Also he's more buff. Not to the same level as Kim, but he's got that highschool hunk build as a result of wanting to be fit to be approachable. Suffice to say, he's got a lot more eyes on him than his canon counterpart, even though they both model.

Adrien has a lot more friends in this version, or at the very least associates himself with more people than his canon counterpart, so he isn't as close with Nino when it comes to friends. Which is good because holy hell Alya cannot stop trying to matchmake him and Marinette, and Marinette is just .... urgh.

Of course, Marinette would try to step in and stop these .... poor choices in friends ... but Adrien is immensely popular in his own right and is very likable, so Marinette can't do her usual strategies ... she would have to plan a way to make Adrien leave them voluntarily.

Adrien however, is oblivious to all this. He's a good kid and much more capable, but he is a bit oblivious like his canon counterpart when it comes to infatuations.

Adrien hates modeling, or at least treats it like a chore. He knows he is good at it, but doesn't like how it cuts into his school time or rest time. That being said, he does really want to do theatre as he's inspired by his role model Troy. This result in an an odd relationship with Lila, who also likes acting (entirely platonic though).

For the most part, Adrien has the same relationship with his father like he has in canon. Adrien is just a lot more ballsy with doing his own thing, partially because of Chloe's influence.

Adrien isn't a sentimonster fuck that noise. That being said, its very likely that magic plays a part in why the Agrestes were able to have Adrien

Of course, things would also change when Adrien becomes Chat Noir.

To put a story short ... Chat Noir hates Ladybug as much as Ladybug hates him. He helps to stop the akumas, but that's as far as their relationship goes. He did intially like her ... for about 1 akuma fight, now it would be on-sight if they didn't have to stop akumas.

Despite having to deal with Ladybug, he still really likes being Chat Noir, if only because he can transform and take to the rooftops when he feels like it.

Of course, things don't get better when the new heroes come aboard. Since they are all chosen by Ladybug, its safe to say that he doesn't get along with any of them.

In fact, the only miraculous wielder he gets along with is in fact the rouge hero who ends up finding the Bee Miraculous after Ladybug loses it. Although it means risking Ladybug and the team's ire, Chat Noir finds himself being friends with this newcomer ... and to be honest he does NOT care about Ladybug's opinion.

Chat Noir probably does a lot more "improptu" hero work outside of fighting akumas, such as helping stop robberies or helping a cat out of a tree. Just because he has to work with Ladybug doesn't mean he wants to stop being a hero.

AU based off a project I did for English class! And got an A on. (My professor watches MLB by the way, and has a Fox miraculous necklace!)

My asks are off, so any questions you have, put ‘em in the replies or reblog

[fwol-jintu]

Shen yuan as a ghost except its a sword grave and he's like the only sword intact there

So imagine this

Binghe goes on an adventure blah blah blah and he stumbles upon a huge ass graveyard except its literally all just swords that have been planted there in honor of the warriors who fell in a battle, each sword having a carving of some sort somewhere to signify who owned them

As binghe walked around and approached one of them however, he finds this sword is.. nameless, ownerless, or so it seems. No carvings, no designation, and yet its the only one intact.

Its not chipped, no scratch or break or weakness point that signified that it had been broken once, nothing. Well except for maybe a little bit of rust and dirt, but still.

He wonders if he should pull it out of the ground to inspect it more. He tries, ignoring the ever persistent screams of his own sword. It seems more agitated than usual.

Ah.. huh? For some reason, he can't pull it out. Slightly frustrated, he takes out xin mo to cut it down- and then hesitated. He's not that bad, no. He ultimately decides against cutting the sword. So be it, remain ownerless.

He inspected the other swords, did try to take them out a few times, but none slipped out. He gave up at trying and just looked around. For some reason, he came back around to the intact sword.

He looked around, and then spotted a particular sword grave. It had a flower, or rather a.. wilted flower. Seems like someone came to visit, and judging by the flower type its probably been 6 days.

He stares at the grave, at the sword. His vision allowed him to read the carved name despite the characters being small. ...Yuguo? Foolish fruit? What kind of name- he doesn't question it. Maybe thats why the owner died. They were "foolish."

He leaves the graveyard. He swears he was leaving, but for some reason he came back... with a new flower. The new flower will die anyway, what was he doing? This is stupid.

...still, he replaces the wilted with a fresh one. He doesn't know how long that one will last. Its a foolish payment, who was he even paying respects to? For all he knew, it could've been-

.... the dark clouds of his mind pester. He shouldn't be like this, he's in a graveyard goddamnit. What if the sword spirits feed on his negativity and manifest? Hah! Who will have the last laugh then, he wonders....

Uh, what the- "aww what a sweet man. Showing respect to the unreturning, are you?" A spirit in the form of a graceful woman conjured almost by wind appears before him, a wide smile and the look of amusement.

????

More start to manifest, little by little, and they all look at him, quipping comments and observations.

"Ho? And here i thought only your descendant is alive. Now who's this handsome lad visiting us unreturnees?" A spirit in the form of an old man said.

"Ooo! Is he not perhaps the new lord that your clumsy lower sheep speaks of?~" this time, the spirit that spoke was in the form of a devilish child, grinning an uncanny smile.

"Does anyone know this uhh.. dog?" "Stop referring to people as animals you one-tap imbecile!" "Hey! Why do you say that to me but not Sahuang?!" "Thats because ---------!!"

Two spirits argue out of nowhere. He did not appreciate being called a dog.

before he can tell them off and show them the title of emperor of the 3 realms, they suddenly vanish.

Like a faint memory, It was all quiet again.

Quiet?

He focused, suddenly. Quiet? Too quiet. Xin mo's voice wasn't bothering him. Before, xin mo was absolutely screaming at him to get out, now suddenly its all quiet.

He becomes slightly dazed though instead of becoming sharper and more wary of his surroudings. The lack of distraction made him suddenly realize he may or may not lacked sleep. He didn't really need sleep, but the emotional exhaustion from all these days was getting to him.

....

Thud.

"Seriously? He fell asleep?"

"Perhaps we were too fightening for the poor lamb, nyehehehe~"

"Ah, youngsters these days..."

..........

He wakes up when he feels a leaf fall onto him. Hm? A leaf? He cracked open his eyes and was immediately assaulted by light. He jolts awake. What...

....

Oh. He.. he fell asleep in a graveyard.

What the fu-

Anyways its getting too long so imma just say that he interacts with the spirits and shen yuan for a while, and then gets a child (courtesy of the Yuguo woman and everyone apparently deciding they were the child's great uncles and aunts) whom he decides to take in (cuz his new family of spirits practically begged him to take care of their only relative)

Oh also prior to his baby inquirement the spirits and him have eventually buddied up (it took weeks but they were friendly enough, even the devilish spirit Sahuang who also happened to be a softie at heart apparently)

and he talked abt his problems w them and all such, mostly shen yuan cuz he was the one usually awake since his intact sword meant his spirit could stay visible for longer

("why does the story seem familiar...?" it took an emberrassing amount of time for shen yuan to realize that was binghe. By the time he did realize, it was maybe sorta too late?)

oh also he opted to sleep at the graveyard sometimes. Most times. Because. No nightmares. Good sleep. No voices in his head telling him to kill someone immediately as he wakes up. Just peace.

(And if the wives notice his absence? Pfft, no. If they question his new kid? "I took her in. Shes adopted." and if he stays at the graveyard for a little while longer each day because they care more about him than anyone ever have? No questions asked.)

And he also got permission to move their swords. Yippai. (He proceeded to clean every one of them and put them in a big special room and if anyone asks why the big meeting room only has swords seated on the chairs and why binghe spends so much time in it, no one answers)

(He kept their brokenness though despite his own protests. They all said its now apart of them and they "cannot return" so its merely fond memories now.)

Did i mention all the swords (or sword spirits) are actually transmigrators and shen yuan isnt alone in this :3

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Some noble: but my lord, can't we just use that room? (Points to the room they passed by that clearly has just enough space for the rest of the other demons)

Said room is the spirit room

Binghe gets angry at the mere suggestion

"Incident" happened

No one talks abt it ever again

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Nyy brushing the kid's hair while watching binghe kneel on the ground infront of shen yuan bc he used his powers to choke sahuang out of frustration and sahuang was Not Happy abt it so she snitched to shen yuan (shen yuan vanished after 2.1 seconds of binghe kneeling bc how dare he scold THE protaganist. Yuguo had to take over and make both Sahuang and Binghe apologize to each other lol)

[nanamineedstherapy]

Ooga Booga Toji gets Hunted

Previous Chapter: Ooga Booga Sukuna gets Reverse Bonked (Tumblr/Ao3)

Summary: Prehistoric, period-accurate Neanderthal JJK daddies courting you with grunts, rocks, & zero verbal communication. Just prehistoric buffoonery. A/N: BRO. LISTEN. You ever just wake up & think, what if Toji was a little cavewife? What if he was bonked over the head like a prehistoric Looney Tunes character & dragged into domestic life against his will? What if a woman looked at him & went yes, I will be taking this like she was picking out a melon at the market? I am here to answer these questions. This fic is 90% brain damage & 10% actual words. Please enjoy Himbo Toji Arc. As usual, => This is a different reader, but the same Toji—unfortunately for you. => No suggestive bits in this one. => This is Toji’s chapter, but Gojo, Sukuna & Nanami are also here. Next chapter will be for Suguru, hopefully in a day or two. The other guys are getting their solo stories, with guest appearances in each other’s on a regular. So I recommend reading all of them, but I can’t force you to make good life choices.

Fushiguro Toji is used to chasing.

He chases mammoths.

He chases sabertooths.

He chases Gojo (his natural prey).

He is not used to being chased.

And yet, here he is.

Being hunted.

By you.

It’s been days. Everywhere he goes, you appear.

At first, he thinks he’s imagining things.

Shadows in the trees. Strange footprints in the mud.

A weird feeling of being watched.

But then—

He sees you.

Crouched behind a bush. Unblinking. Staring.

The next day? You are closer.

The next night? He wakes up to find you squatting near his fire.

Watching.

No blink. No sound.

Just raw, feral focus.

Toji feels fear for the first time in his life.

He grunts. (What want?)

You stay unmoving, unanswering.

Toji’s heart stops.

It’s terrifying.

It’s confusing.

It’s starting to do things to him.

(Things he doesn’t want to think about. Things that make him grunt angrily and punch rocks to feel manly again.)

---

At dawn, he sneaks away from the tribe. Takes only his spear.

Travels far.

Through forest. Over rivers. Past rival tribe (he still punches Gojo on way).

At some point in the night, Toji stops to drink water.

Then he hears it.

Twig snap!!!

He looks up.

You.

Squatting. Staring. Again.

Like a cursed cave goblin.

Toji almost chokes on his own spit.

You have been tracking him. Following his scent. Watching him from the trees like some squirrel.

Toji doesn’t know why.

Doesn’t know if you want to mate him or murder him.

(Both are possibilities.)

You grin.

Then you jump.

Toji dodges. Fast. He’s the best hunter in the tribe.

But you’re faster.

Rock swings. Toji barely avoids it.

You grunt. (Tsk. Fast.)

Toji tries to fight back.

Tries to assert dominance.

You only grin wider.

Toji’s heart beats wrong.

Then—

BONK!!!

Rock hits skull.

World goes dark.

---

When he wakes up—head throbbing, vision blurry—he is in a cave.

Not his cave.

Your cave.

He is not tied up, but he might as well be.

You are blocking the exit.

And watching him.

Like a feral animal guarding its prize.

Toji grunts. (Let me go.)

You grunt back. (No.)

Toji try push past.

You grab his jaw. Inspect.

Toji freezes.

Oh.

Oh no.

This is how he inspects meat.

You are checking his quality.

Like he is a fucking rabbit.

Toji snarl. (I NOT RABBIT.)

You pat his cheek. (Good strong mate.)

Toji’s instincts scream.

He is prey now.

---

Toji tries to leave.

You drag him back.

Toji refuses to eat food.

You shove it in his mouth.

Toji chokes. Gags. Tries spit it out.

You glare.

Toji chews.

You pat his head. (Good boy.)

Toji stares at wall. Existential crisis.

---

Toji wakes up to the worst thing imaginable.

He is being scrubbed.

Like some mangy, flea-infested stray.

In the river.

By you.

Toji snarls. Fights. Thrashes like a cornered beast.

Bites your arm.

You bonk him.

Toji goes limp.

You do not care.

You hold him down. Scrub harder.

At some point, he stops fighting. Sits there. Pouting.

You click your tongue. (Stinky mate.)

Toji glares. Growls. Does his best to look scary. (He is not scary. He is wet.)

Then—

Laughter.

Toji turns.

Gojo.

That damn bastard is sitting right next to him—also being scrubbed by his own mate.

Grinning at Toji.

Mocking.

Enjoying his suffering.

Toji sees red.

He lunges.

You grab his face.

Shove him back. Push him underwater.

Toji comes up, sputtering. Furious. Drenched.

Gojo?

Cackling.

It is horrible.

It is humiliating.

It is—

Effective.

Because one day?

Toji just... stops fighting.

---

Now, he sits by fire.

Eats willingly.

Watches you.

Eyes narrowed.

You grunt. (Good mate.)

Toji exhales. Defeated.

But when you leave the cave to hunt?

He does not run.

Not because he is weak.

Not because you broke him.

But because...

The food is good.

The furs are warm.

And you are kind of hot.

Oh.

Oh no.

HE LIKES THIS.

Toji sighs. Stares at his hands.

Instead of running—

He sharpens your spear.

---

One day, you return to the cave.

Toji is... rearranging the furs.

You grunt. (What doing?)

He grunts back. (Making cave better. You live like animal.)

You tilt head. (Good mate.)

Toji grumbles.

But does not deny it.

---

Later, he carves mammoth figurine.

Leaves it by your sleeping spot.

You find it. Grin.

Toji pretends not to notice.

That night?

You return from hunt.

Drop fresh kill at his feet.

Toji smirks.

(Good hunter,) he grunts.

You nod.

And just like that—

The best hunter in the tribe becomes the best house-husband in the valley.

---

The next day, Sukuna is also suffering.

He sits by river.

Scowling. Wet.

Across from him, Toji and Gojo. Also wet.

They exchange knowing looks.

They understand now.

There is no escaping this fate.

Sukuna growls. Crosses arms. Refuses to look at his own mate.

She clicks her tongue.

Sukuna bares teeth. Hisses.

She grabs his face. Scrubs harder.

Gojo snickers.

Sukuna swings.

Gets grabbed. Dunked underwater.

Emerges. Coughing. Furious. Betrayed by gods.

Toji shakes head. (Stop fighting. No win.)

Sukuna glares.

Will never stop fighting.

Will never—

---

Later.

Nanami passed by, smugly carring his laughing mate on his back like a monkey.

Sukuna sits by the tribe fire. Pouting.

He has been fed.

Dried.

His hair braided.

His mate hums.

He grumbles.

Sharpens her spear.

Toji and Gojo sigh in solidarity.

They all stare into the flames.

The fire of their lost freedom.

The era of wild, untamed men is over.

Now they are simply... husbands.

---

Toji wakes up to the smell of smoke.

This is not unusual. Caves are smoky. Fire is life.

What is unusual?

He is hanging upside down.

Like a slaughtered deer in a butcher’s hut.

Like some offering to gods.

Like some sacrificial goat.

Feet tied together with vines.

Dangling from a tree branch.

Swaying gently.

Toji blinks.

Toji processes.

Toji sees you.

Crouched by fire.

Sharpening a flint knife. Humming.

Toji’s entire soul malfunctions.

He howls. (What the—)

Thrashes. Swings like an overgrown fruit.

Branch creaks.

You look up. Squint. Grunt. (Squirmy meat.)

Toji freezes.

Meat?

Did you just say meat?

Have you been grunting ‘meat’ instead of ‘mate’ this whole time and it got lost in translation???

NO. NO NO NO.

He needs to leave. Now.

You stand. Walk over.

Sniff him.

You poke his bicep.

Squeeze his asscheeks.

Punch his thigh. (OW.)

You nod. Satisfied.

Give an approving grunt. (Good meat. Strong. Juicy.)

Had you been raring him like cattle this whole time, feeding him, bathing him? Just to cut him down.

Toji’s survival instincts start playing the drums. ( WAIT. STOP. NO MEAT. AM MATE. )

You pause. (Mate?)

(YES. MATE.)

You frown.

(But... meat.)

(NO. MATE.)

You tilt your head, considering.

(Mate... better than meat?)

(YES. MATE BETTER.)

Silence.

You stare at him. Deep in thought.

Too much thought.

Toji doesn't have time for contemplation.

His ass is burning.

His entire back is roasting over the fire.

With a snarl, he flexes, yanks, snaps the branch clean in half, and lands—

Right on his ass.

He groans. Grumbles. Rubs his tailbone.

(Crazy mate,) he grunts.

You squat next to him.

Poke his cheek and grunt.

(Mate strong. Mate fast. Mate... pretty.)

Toji bluescreens. (Pretty???)

You nod. (Pretty.)

Toji stares into the void, grits teeth. Refuses to blush.

Fails.

This is not how he expected his day to go.

---

Now Toji is in charge.

He builds a bigger fire.

Skins the boar.

Roasts the meat perfectly.

You watch.

Silently.

Eyes narrowed.

Toji feels the weight of your stare.

The burning intensity.

Toji has been watched many ways before.

Never like this.

Not with the focused hunger of a woman planning long-term investment.

You grunt. (Good hunter.)

Toji smirks. Hands you food.

You accept.

Chew. Nodding.

You grunt. (Mate strong. Mate smart. Mate... good cook.)

Toji leans closer. (Yes. Good mate.)

Your gaze flicks to his jawline.

To his biceps.

Back to the meat in his hands.

Something about seeing him like this—half-naked, covered in soot, feeding you—

You grunt. (Very pretty mate.)

Toji coughs.

Adjusts his sitting position.

Avoids your very direct gaze.

Keeps his eyes on the fire.

For the first time in his life—

Toji does not know if he is the hunter or the hunted.

---

Toji is happy.

He was hunted. He was bonked. He was stolen.

But now? Now he loves it.

At first, Toji resisted. He was a man of instinct, survival, and brute strength. But then he saw you—wild, unhinged, terrifying. You cracked him over the head with a rock, dragged him back to your cave, and called it mating.

He adapted. Now he thrives.

Because Toji is a smug bastard.

And you? You are insane.

When Toji walks through the tribe, he is unbearable.

Every time some poor excuse of a man dares to look his way, he flashes his big, sharp teeth like a trophy display.

"Yes. My mate chose me."

"Yes. My mate strong."

"Yes. My mate will birth strong cubs."

And if any of those weaklings so much as glance at you for too long?

Toji growls. Deep. Menacing. (She is mine. You weak. I kill you.)

This is a problem.

Not because of the men.

But because of the women.

The first time a woman dared look at Toji for too long, you did not hesitate.

You picked up a rock.

And launched it.

The woman barely dodged. Screamed. Ran.

Toji blinked. Then tilted his head, watching you with interest. Your eyes were wild. He grinned.

This happens again. And again.

Woman look? You grunt. (No.)

You pick rock.

You throw rock.

Woman scream. Dodge. Run.

Toji watches, deeply amused.

He looks at you. Sees the crazy in your eyes.

His grin widens.

It keeps happening.

Woman look? You throw rock.

Woman talk near Toji? You chase with stick.

One woman touches his arm?

Oh.

Oh, you tackle.

You growl. Show teeth.

The woman cries.

Toji loves this.

Whenever you chase women away, he puffs out his chest. Stands taller. Grunts at the other men with smug satisfaction. "My mate insane. Yours could never."

Nanami, watching this unfold daily, finally mutters, “You need to control mate.”

Toji, watching you prepare another rock-throwing attack: “Why would I do that?”

You throw rock at Nanami.

Nanami dodges.

Then notices his mate doing the exact same thing—chasing Toji’s mate around with a burning stick.

Nanami tries to hide his smile.

Fails miserably.

---

Eventually, the chief steps in.

Because too many women have fled.

Because you have almost killed three.

Because everyone is terrified.

The chief grunts. (No more. No more crazy mate.)

Toji grunts back. (Why?)

Chief grunts harder. (Too many women cry.)

Toji, picking his teeth lazily, grunts back. (No.)

The chief’s brow twitches, he howls. (If she does it again, you both leave the tribe.)

Toji shrugs. Looks at you.

You grin.

And throw another rock.

Directly at chief Yaga.

The chief glares.

Picks up his spear to chase you both.

Toji smirks, grabs your waist, lifts you onto his shoulder.

And runs back to your cave with record speed.

And that is how Toji and his insane mate almost got kicked out of the tribe.

Toji, grinning the entire time. (My mate best.)

Toji happy.

---

A/N: Alright, tell me the truth.

Choose wisely. History will judge you. (Drop your answer in the comments or I will throw a rock at you.)

Next Chapter: Ooga Booga Suguwu gets mated to Female Mowgli after Neanderthal BL Betrayal (Tumblr/Ao3)

All Works Masterlist

[tornoleander]

Finally Ironed out some ninja designs! I Usually don’t share references but with the behind the scenes stuff I’m doing on my Skybound project I don’t have much else I can share yet.

There is a few headcanon/ Fic stuff in references and powers and the all ninja shot is for first part of Skybound project.

I can share Skybound project Updates! I’m making lots of progress! Trying to focus on p1 stuff so I can put full force into the p2 stuff!

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P1 may be ready Summer? 2025

My Skybound talk Video:

* God I have so much to ramble about just when I think I covered something a new angle gets me

* How TF am I supposed to sanely transition from the wholesome reasons I love this season into the horribly problem stuff. Sigh*

* Actually studying videos covering serious topics to navigate how to word things.

* I have to stop drawing so much art for everything or no one will ever see this video.

* The desire to animate my character lipsinking to me is an evolutionary disadvantage I will resist.

Cannon compliant Animatic:

* Song is Ironed out fought a while adding voice lines and I’m way more excited than I thought I’d be for this animatic because I thought it would be overshadowed by how strongly I feel about the other 2. But damn.

* I’m storyboarding after like my life depends on it rn

* Really trying to capture Nya’s character Ark which sent me right back to the video script because I remembered that one reddit post calling her a bitch and rage wrote for 2 hours.

* I am determined to make people see how good her character arc actually is.

* Throwing Jay shade in this one lol he was kinda awful even with being manipulated.

* Trying to convey clear Ideas and story through art is pain but also addicting.

* This is meant as a leading to both part two animatics, but bbnb Kai is shorter than wytyaa Kai. The difference is significant everything else pre dinner with Nadakhan is the same. The other head cannons are almost aligned as far as I know. It’s JUST Kai. What do I do with him?!? Lmao Might just distance him from the other ninja so you can’t tell how tall he is. Thank goodness he is the most gullible and first to wish it all away

P2 out like December if I’M lucky TT

Even though I should focus on first things first, I can’t help myself. these fics have lived rent free in my brain for like 2 years and despite plans shifting the excitement of drawing the story I read and put to music in my head is a force of nature. Thanks Adhd

Wytyaa:

* I storyboarded about half the scenes I want to. Songs are decided but a few parts I’m waiting for the rest of the story for.

* I think I’m going to mess with color palette. I really want to capture the emotion and intensity. I’m learning the full potential of my art and

* I need Final ch released for maping out the second half.

* BUT I AM NOT READY TO READ IT @mondothebombo And from what you told me I don’t think I’ll be able to finish P1 by then. cries*

* I wanna capture the feeling reading wytyaa.

* May make my wytyaa specific refs so I can make animatic art I can post early.

Bbnb

* It’s all storyboarded and half animated

* Thinking about redoing most the earlier stuff, consistency has been a problem

* Also was to mess with colors, dark backgrounds and intense colors.

* I fought with my ref forever to find good enough lightning scar colors cause figuring out the right amount of contrast is pain.

* So now I want to redraw my bbnb scar references a third time.

* May draw other bbnb specific refs so I can make some art for the animatic I can post here early or on on my old A03 book

If you have Any questions feel free to leave an ask! I answer all eventually sometimes I do save em up though so if I didn’t answer something yet, Sorry I will get to you.

[kero-cure]

1 Year anniversary of Boonboomger episode 1 premiere, The series that I never had any single thought that I gonna love them that much when I saw them at first

This time of last year, My life was pretty good. I enjoy my multifandom fangirl life as always, Taking with local friends, Discussing with western friends on discord, Playing some games, Building gunpla, It was a normal life but good. For tokusatsu that I love (and usually have a main focus on Kamen Rider) for more than 10 years now, I was on the hype train of Kamen Rider Blade 20th anniversary event. It was so happy that my favorite series had a spotlight again and still love by the communities. But in fact, I was pretty much on a faraway position from toku fandom since a long while now. I knew that Kingohger was a peak (I have some goods too) And Gotchard came to the half of series. But that time I was too faraway to ride on the hype train. Maybe because toku fandom wasn't my main focus fandom like I used to be. I was just enjoy some information about them when it come to my timeline and go to check if something fun happen.

When I heard a news about Boonboomger at first. I laughed a little from how funny the name is and made fun a little. Like Boom Shakalaka or Boom-Boom Shake (I'm in D4DJ fandom too). After I made a joke, I went back to my main focus fandom again because I thought "Well, Nothing gonna change. Know some news and look at them from far place like always. And my focus in toku fandom are usually Kamen Rider anyway" And when they appeared officially, People laughed at them because how funny the tire heads are. I was surprised too. Yeah... It was crazy design. But I always think that design isn't the most important thing. The story are. So I was waiting for the next information. Then February 18th, The cast revealed. I giggled again, For the third time. Because how the character name are too literally car-related names. Tire, Chassis, Mirror, Lock, Work site. But yeah... Still a normal thing in anime or media that sometimes the character names will bring from something that match the theme of story. So I was like... Okay lol. But the casts visual are so good. I admit.

Finally, First episode premiere. I looked at them from faraway position as usual. I knew that people still so impressed of how Kingohger was that much epic. So I assumed that Boonboomger that go back to simple way might not able to catch their attention that much at first... Or maybe not? How Sentai decided to go back to simple way after all of the craziness for many years might be a good thing, Let us rest for something more simple like a good old days. And after I checked a feedbacks, I was surprised and happy that how the audience like them after many laughs on them. Well, Simpleness aren't bad thing at all. But I will end up just checking on them from faraway again, right? Well, On the same day production blog was update too. As I checked a feedback from audience on Twitter, One tweet that captured one part of that blog caught my attention and it tickled my curiosity. That sentenced said that the blue "loves" (大好き) the red. Since I'm also long time fujoshi for many years that have lots of ships in toku fandom too, I was wonder a lot. Why they put that word so blatantly? Normally about shipping in toku, Just put something like have a strong bond, Strong interesting on other, Or trust that person a lot, is enough to gain an attention from fujoshis. But "Love" Huh??? This caught me off guard. I was like "Well, I'll keep check on them because I'm so curious right now"

So, I went back to main fandom like I always do. But keep checking on Twitter and Facebook every week after the on-aired. I found that they really keep caught me off guard. Outside of how normal but fun to watch story. The dynamics of the characters that interesting. And as my curiousness was on that certain blue boy, It kept escalated lmao. The "Unfair", "Trust your judgement", "Don't leave me behind" all of them came after the word "love" on production blog. They caught my attention and won't let me go because my fujoshi sense was tingling so bad. And his character settings have lots of my favorite tropes too. That time I still thought that "My interesting on them might be not that hard". But then, My local friend that I knew for many years but didn't talk to each other that much for years started addict to Boonboomger. She drew lots of BBG fanart. And of course since she's fujoshi like me, She drew fanarts and spicy fanarts of red and blue too. And those fanart kept come into my timeline. Lots of male friends joking about them too. Everything was too perfect for me to... Maybe comeback to toku fandom again? One day on May, That local friend decided to make a first Tiremeter doujishi. And when I saw that announcement, Even though that time my interesting still wasn't on the super high level, But I was like "I have to get one!" So I DMs to her since many years. We reconnected from the love for them. And then after that for a bit while the plushies was on sale and I decided to bought it. That time I was like "Well, Point of no return for me. Maybe I love them now."

I went to Japan for Kamen Rider Blade 20th anniversary event on August, But I enjoyed Boonboomger stuffs too like watched the on-air real time, Went to eat at Sentai Restaurant and buy some merches. After that I checked on the latest episode every week and enjoy the overall aspect of the series. The lovable characters, The simple but fun story. And they lit my fire to back to toku fandom for real since that time current main fandoms was on stable (and had too little things to enjoy) status. So yes, Toku fandom became the main fandom again since many years. And after that Gavv was able to caught my attention from the design and how cute Gocizos are too so, Fever time! I connected to lots of friends who have the same interest. Even in JP communities too. Since that local friend help me (or drag me) to this rabbit hole, I have to help her access to JP communities to buying doujinshi too. And with our power, It was successful (But our wallet are completely defeated)

The fire that Boonboomger lit inside me wasn't only the feeling of excitement since long time, But my development and improvement too. I already got lots of confident boost about my drawing from previous fandom. When I saw my friend made a second doujinshi, I said to her that I wanna join drawing the extra pages too. That was a first time in my life that I could break the limit of my drawing and the old thought of "My work will never be able to sell" and I was so proud when I saw my arts as a form of doujinshi in my hand even though it was just an extra pages. After that my will to improve my art skill became stronger and I keep on going until now. I even think about what if I revive my fiction writing skill that I left it dead for 8 years too? Well... Maybe. And another one is... Yep, Me came back to Tumblr because I wanna yap about my bois! This maybe a little improvement of my English skills.

I, Who usually mainly attract to Kamen Rider and enjoying Super Sentai from a bit far away compared to Rider (I grew up watching early Heisei Rider before knowing Sentai for a pretty long while so), Finally found Sentai series that I really love, Found actual oshi that I stan a lot, Found OTP that made me excited and brainrot so damn bad since Build. (As I said before that I'd never into toku ships that hard since the best match bois) Found the 3rd IRL person that I stan a lot since last time that was 10 years ago. And I feel really thankful to meet them and everyone that came to my life because of them.

I'm a person who have to take lots of time to like something a lot. But if I really into that thing I'll keep into it and never change. Since my fever time on Boonboomger still strong so maybe I need lots of time to find another series that made me crazy like this again. I don't know if Gozyuger gonna be another wave of my craziness again or not since I need a time to know them a little. But I think I'll enjoy a new series from a little faraway position like always. And I'll never forget how Boonboomger changed some parts of my life. Because a fire of passion inside me already lit.

I'm really glad to meet you guys, Tire person.

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

[seagull-scribbles]

All of my Out of Touch Turts-day for easy comparison 💕

Which one is your favourite?

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[somerandomcockroach]

@keferon OKAY BUT LISTEN YEAH I would loved if it was just fun ehehehe and sassy flirting with the demon no one sees pfffht, literally summoned a demon just to flirt with, and I guess it could have been going for a long time, just little strips with their funny adventures and then plot can go to the fact that he wants to give him a body and Shockwave would agree or that they just stay the way they are and just hang out like this together (Alo I remember that you wanted to put Ratchet (I keep writing Ratched instead of Ratchet buuuh) and Drift in it as another demon and their summoner thing whghweghgwe but I like how you made two separate stories for them that happen at the same time, okay I am actually PRETTY MUCH invested in this story, I like a lot how it goes and gets tangled and how mixes up with idw ideas and other stuff a lot)

BUT NOW that you changed it that way, you made a few more things that reader might be interested a lot in, like that promise he made and you mentioning that he will regret it, how their relationship progressively develops, plus the fact that Blurr was a frivolous slob gifted with dark magic AND how the tables turn upside dow and he get consequences for what he did in the most unpredictable way for him and how he surely changes in his behaviour, getting more and more concerned about his promise and maybe truly loving someone for the first time in his life and wanting to change something. And then figuring out that that same demon actually was a person before, someone he knew, someone respectable, kind, shiny, absolut sun of a person, who died (I am still on my knees waiting to know how exactly he died...) miserably to the point that he absolutely can't stand his life as a demon and NOT EVEN being able to kill himself!!! And Blurr was a pupil in his school, he saw him, he gifted him an ability to make his magic work for him, gave the freedom to live among everyone to all who was poisoned with this dark magic. OH WAITA HGSDHAG the thing that beastformers can't walk among transformers and the fact that dark spellers also could not, and how these events happen at a close times, OKAY so dark spellers got their kind of freedom thanks to Senator Shockwave (OH MY GOD what if Orion can see Shockwave and will recognise him right away COUGH) BUT I am wondering if beastformers will get some kind of an official declaration or some kind of school to be educated in and I wonder if Deadlock/Drift (I think after leaving he will change his name from the last episode...) will volunteer to be a teacher t be something more, or he will just end up with Ratchet wandering around the world, or maybe there will be a whole damn revolution where all monoformers and beastformers leaded by Drift go against the system, and maybe these events happen at the same time as a Senator Shockwave fighting for the rights of gifted... Okay I'm getting carried a little bit ahsghag excuse me... OH I GOT carried away A LOT I wanted to get back to the point that Blurr, now figuring out the past of Shocwave, dealing with all the events, dealing with what he has done and find a way to free them, at the same time STILL having adventures and fun since I'm sure he can be a good mood lifter to moody Shockwave and even see him in a really good mood since he is... well, not just a demon made of hatred but the wonderful kind of person in his previous life... (okay being carried away but what if Orion might declare the freedom to beastformers (AJHGAJHSDJAH OH MY GOD I IMAGINED JAZZ AS A PANDA HAVING A ROMAN WITH PROWL AND PROWL NOT KNOWING ABOUT IT OKAY SORRY) after seeing what it lead to after Senator Shockwave. And maybe Ratchet will be able to get his sign back freely after revolution will be successful or he will be forever blind just to be free and safe with his husband OKAY LISTEN I think it is obvious that I really like the thing you do....

[st4rstudent]

Will we ever meet Bobby JR in Person?

Because I have no Idea how to draw him since I don't know how tall he is or how old he is.

Like is he a 5 or 6 Year Old Kid?

Is he born just a Regular Child or born a Prodigy?

And will he like Bear Toons? Since he Love anything related to Bears?

Like he will go crazy that any Products like Food and Toys including Clothing that has a Bear on it.

I can't properly answer any of these, since I'm not apart of the team or anything, so everything I say after this is purely speculation and/or just random thoughts. I assume that, even if Bobby Jr is not added physically into the game, he'll be mentioned plenty of times (especially around April Toons with Thomas's dialogues). Especially if Crystalline is added to the game, since it's been established that the entire Cyger family has some issues going on. As for height, you can kind of estimate his height based on this photocard of him and the Chairman. He's shorter than the Chairman (who has an ingame model that can be compared to other managers). I assume he's at most half of Chairmans height. Do NOT leave him outside with a giant hawk. He's very obviously a child, I always imagine an age that's somewhere in the early-middle of elementary school, like maybe 7 or 8? Truthfully I only assign age ranges to characters, not specific numbers, makes it easier. Either way, I can't see him being in middle school yet.

I think the idea of him seeing a bear toon and getting really excited would be kind of funny. He ends up having to be dragged away by Robert.

[mochasucculent]

Yea idk how I haven't shared them here yet but here's some doodles of Tabitha and "Apathy" (she ain't got a name yet), the two protags of my ghost story!

Grieving after the sudden loss of her grandmother, Apathy accidentally becomes bound to the spirit of Tabitha, a young girl who was murdered in the 1870s. Stuck together in unfamiliar circumstances, the two must discover how to send Tabitha on to the afterlife, and if they even can.

UPDATEEEEEEEEE Apathy's name is Naomi :)

[frobby]

i love madoka magica however i dont think we as a fandom talk enough about how tragic madoka herself is. probably because the narrative itself steers you away from thinking about her personally. shes not a character shes a desire that homura has, shes a force of good, shes homura's foil. but those are all madoka's narrative roles but madoka herself as a person is not really looked at because we are viewing this world from an unreliable narrator(homura) who only sees madoka as those things. The best thing homura could have done for madoka was give up on her, to let her go. because every time we go back in time the image of madoka is distorted, she loses more of herself every regression of homura's as she tries harder and harder to save her. We don't even know what madoka originally wished for to become a magical girl in the original timeline. and she actually acts quite differently than the madoka we meet. shes a lot more honest and caring and bold. by the time homura's has reached the actual anime madoka has been reduced by the sands of time to a figment of herself. she has no wants or desires of her own beyond wanting to do good and help her friends and when all her humanity is stripped away is when she finally acends to godhood because thats all thats left of her. an ideal and a faith in her. madoka kaname died a long time ago and all that is left is her ghost.