#I probably made him ooc too

[restinpeacesensei]

suggesting something,,

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

It's hard being someone who does genuinely get infuriated with Ford's actions and acknowledges a lot of his flaws and the people he hurt, while also liking (and relating) to his character enough that I would like him to have nice things sometimes and don't believe he's satan

[dovewingpkmn]

So I found Hop…

He’s okay with me talking about this, by the way. He was trying to take on two Team Yell grunts at once, and I jumped in of course! We dealt with ‘em.. and then we.. talked.

..We have a lot more in common than we realized.

AND NOW WEN’RE EVEN BETER FRIENDS :D

[fogburdened]

hello! i know this blog is brand new at the moment, but I can't help myself, so it's starter call hours. like this post if you'd like a starter from alucard! if you're a multi, please specify what muse you'd like it for if you have a preference, and thank you <3

[starvingtongue]

ooc: what if....

Seymour was an accident.

[siixkiing]

I completely forgot about the Sun Wukong inspired Sonic Character Monkey Khan XD

[llycaons]

people will literally make a fake woman oc for jc to marry. like who hurt you

[lady-shadow-and-darkness]

Whenever I see people saying that Dazai's an asshole and doesn't care about anyone I laugh. Guess he did a good job of fooling you buddy.

[eorzeashan]

I was trying to get a pic of the script but I need to express how fucking funny it looks for Eight to be charging the beach with a sword

[piningpercussionist]

Who is the best Sex Bob-omb fan, and why is it Knives?

I have to admit, I did let out an audible chuckle at this. She really is one of our biggest fans... aside from Neil, of course.

She is certainly our most vocal fan, at least, and it's not so bad having her around. The excitement is... endearing. I'm glad the whole Scott thing hasn't put her off from us, at least.

...

... Probably would have been better for her if it had, though...

[storybounded]

Gathering screencaps for icons and I just... Not me and @starsweepers sad that they didn't talk to each other once, especially in this scene in the second movie where they sat right next to each other but did not say a word 😑😞

[fangedup]

please forgive me i've got demons in my head

With this profession comes a certain emotion. Inexplicable to the rest, some mixture of anger and lust and the need to conquer. You haven't met a fighter yet who hasn't experienced it -- because that's why people immerse themselves in this world, right? They have this rage inside in desperate need of an outlet. To simply shut their minds off and let muscle do all the work instead, to pummel someone until they're unrecognizable beneath the fresh bruises and blood without worrying over the consequences of half-mauling someone on live television.

Or maybe it was just you. Little fifteen year-old Alec, coming home with busted knuckles and bruising along your jaw, having to face the despair of your weeping mother.

And while you no longer see that despair on her, the disappointment of your coach serves just as bitter. He has been... particular lately.

On edge ever since the new recruit -- Alex-- joined. The one with the ego and attitude of some self-proclaimed MMA god. The one picking fights with the other men and blasting world-renown fighters online to coax them into fights.

As if the boy could ever take on Chimaev and make it out of there in one piece.

Today serves to be no different. Currently, you're seated on one of the benches off to the side, wrapping your knuckles, muttering silently the lyrics to the song currently blaring in your ears.

Act a fool on stage, prolly leave my fucking show in a cop car--

Out of your peripherals, you watch him approach with his clipboard in hand. He sinks down to sit beside you, hunches over with arms on his knees and with the way his body seems to heave, you imagine he's unloading a pretty heavy sigh. Something you really try not to mimic, because now he's here and you have to pull an earbud out and, "You good, Yosep?"

The expression he wears tells you he is, in fact, not good.

"Our new recruit seems to have quite the bravado about him, you haven't noticed?" he mumbles, rubbing along his jaw while he stares into the direction of said recruit. "He's been picking too many fights with the boys lately. I'm worried they're gonna start leaving if I don't do something but I've already talked to the fucking kid and warned him."

"So fire him and tell him to find another coach," you suggest, nonchalant as you continue wrapping.

Yosep, once again, sighs.

"Look, kid, I know you've been under some stress lately, I can see that." Oh no. "But would you try talking to him? You're the only one he hasn't gotten into it with yet. Little shit's probably scared of you." Probably.

He pauses, lets the distaste flare in his eyes when he grumbles, "Kid just turned the legal age for this and he's already acting like he owns the fucking organization."

Normally, you wouldn't mind it. But these past few days have been... taxing. You felt more sullen, withdrawn, more prone to butting heads with anyone that pissed you off.

The look Josep gives you tells you he is a man wallowing in desperation for some form of outside intervention, and you finally cave. Tucking your earbuds and tape away, you rise from the bench and trudge along to where the newbie is lifting weights. A brow arches down at the multiples of twenty-pound weights stacked on either side of the bar. (Weak shit, but you're not about to say that.)

"Yo. You're gonna fuck your muscles up if you stack them too much like that - should probably go a little lighter for now," is what you offer to start, peacefully.

Peace is clearly not an option for him, because he scoffs and lifts the bar to set it back in place before sitting up.

"I look like a pussy to you? Who even are you-" and then it hits him, and the grin forming tells you that you're in for it with this one. "Oh shit, you're Alec, yeah? Kind of a faggot name if you ask me but you still landed that hot piece of ass, didn't you?"

Ah. You've taken to chewing on the sides of your tongue, inhaling deeply through the nostrils and just. Exhaling slow. It will do you no good to get into any unnecessary fights.

"You still together or you get dumped for a bigger dick? That why you been so quiet lately?" he inquires through a far-too-wide grin, infuriatingly pleased with himself as he watches the anger creep into your features.

There's a strange period of silence that follows. You, taking the necessary steps to calm yourself. Him, taking advantage of it to continue prattling on.

"What's the matter? You too scared to speak up or was I right on the money?" Another beat of silence. "Man, for being such a hotshot you're kind of a pussy. No worries though. I'll keep your spot warm after you're all washed up."

Yep.

It might do you some good to get into a fight. Put the bastard in his place and remind him of the metaphorical hierarchy instilled here. One hand lifts to clamp onto the back of his neck, grasping around the spinal column hard and kindly escorting him over to the ring.

"You wanna talk shit then you're gonna eat it too," announced loudly enough for the immediate vicinity to hear and drop what they're doing. Your little crew gathers around, cheering for you to kick his ass and, oh, you so badly want to. You fling him carelessly into the center of the mat, watching in amusement as he stumbles to catch his balance; and promptly launch a fist directly into his shit-spewing mouth. Several things ensue at once.

Alex going straight down to the mat.

The cheers and jeers of your friends.

Josep somewhere in the back, borderline screaming "Alec what the fuck" as he hurries over. Thankfully not quick enough to catch you before you follow Alex's fall, already pinning him down with a knee at his stomach, pressing hard into it while you dish out blow after blow. And with each, his features become less distinguishable through the swelling and spatters of blood.

Yet, it isn't enough. You long to sink your fingers into his chest and pry his ribs open, check and see if the bastard even has a heart. Coach, however, is fast approaching. So you grab Alex by the face, lift his head inches from the mat and bend to meet him halfway -- if only to let him see the vivid mania in the void black of your eyes, his own widened in fear and what you can only imagine to be pain.

"You don't talk about my fucking baby like that, you understand me? You don't even deserve to breathe the same air as him," spat out through bared teeth. "You keep my fucking name out your mouth while you're at it, because I'm gonna tell you once that there's a reason they call me o diabo. I'll show you what all those people in church are fucking afraid of, bitch. "

Two, maybe three sets of hands latch onto you to pull you off the kid, and you go with little complaint. Your gaze goes from the crumpled, demoralized mess of a man before you to your hands; a slight tremble to the fingers just before you curl them into your palm. You're not proud of yourself, no, but you're satisfied enough to leave the situation.

"Better check under your bed before you fall asleep, kid. I might be there one night," much to the dismay of coach, who's eyeballing you like he wants to throttle you. You're already well aware of the scolding you'll be getting later.

For now, though, you need to wash the blood off your hands.

[revvywevvy]

i'd like to make an announcement me and pyrrha were talking and have decided pat/rok/los. u r disowned. sorry patty-cake but the next time u enter the line of sight of either of us you will be eradicated with the power of gay. mostly by pyrrha. sorry not sorry.

[savezaun]

the temptation to also make a silco blog so i can write with other jinxes is extremely strong

[deathfavor]

you know though...Seiroku learning his true strength with his yellow abilities was probably a Process™️. Like he probably GENUINELY thought he was healing at first. And he IS...Sort of. His main skills are reality manipulation: his reality IS the prime reality on those effected until his sword breaks or he dies. It's active all the time regardless of if he's there or not. It was probably only when his sword broke the first time that the truth became obvious to him. 1) it's not healing per se and 2) he's warping literal reality.

[ladyseidr]

makes both michael and william car guys ( to varying extents ) -> has to research cars