#I imagine they both have alot of built up emotions

[cybernightart]

How I imagine Genji under his armour + head cannons!

(slight nudity warning? He still has boxers on but you know...nothing else... anyways heads up)

(Also I drew him in boxer shorts cuz I didn't want him to be naked 👌)

Since the paper is hard to read(also I added more info) here is what each blurb says corisponding to the number:

1. Cybernetic built in to his brain

2. Cybernetic spine

3.face scars from Swiss explosion so mainly just around the eyes and lower face

4.synthetic voicebox

5. Perma tanlines from his blackwatch outfit

6. prosthetic / cybernetic legs start just above the knee

7. Arm chopped off here (mid bicep)

8. Cybernetic brain implant

9. Cybernetic spine (I picture one reason he couldn't walk after he as saved was because Hanzo accidentally broke genji's back during the fight, or of the the OverWatch rescue team may have dropped him while transporting him to the dropship, no one knows! And Genji was so out of it at that point between the bloodless, shock, and the instant pain killers he was given when they realised he was alive, that he can't remember for the life of him what happened, but he doesn't remember Hanzo breaking his back at any point. Which says alot considering he remembers getting stabbed through his neck but not that ...hmmm 🤔)

10. He had more stuff fixed internally, both cybernetic and not, but they're not visible on the surface for the most part

*This is the bare minimum, he normally wears a lot more of his armor on a day to day basis, even when going to bed. This is strictly the bear minimum.

Additional stuff I didn't write on the paper:

.The shoes are a part of the legs but he can detach them and put on different feet(for like if he needs to wear dress shoes or something he has a different kind of feet taking attached that would actually fit into the shoe instead of trying to put a shoe on another shoe) you can also change out the entire cybernetic legs for the most part except for parts that physically connect to his human body which are inside of the cybernetic legs so you can't see it

. Same thing goes for his arm, where he has interchangeable arms, 90% of which also have the Shuriken reloading thing, but he does have one or two that don't energize more everyday non-ninja cybernetic arms. Also so he can change his arm to go with his different armor, because this man builds his cosplays around the fact she has no idea when he's going to be called out to a mission so they all have to be battle ready.

. In my design for current Genji his scars have faded to a much lighter color, still quite prominently they are noticeable but they've healed a lot more and aren't as prominent as they used to be

. He also has little divots in his ears from all his piercings that he got in his youth, which she can't wear most of the time because it wouldn't really be safe with his helmet in battle, but when he isn't wearing his helmet he quite often puts his earrings back in

. Also he's kind of forced to have an under cut now due to the cybernetics. After black watch when he changed into his OverWatch 1 armor, you would just completely both his hair so he wouldn't have to deal with it and it was the least amount of maintenance option, it wasn't until he was with Zen that he started growing his hair out again and with Zen's help (a lot of googling on Zen's part acting like he knows what he's doing) he learned to cut his own hair, and eventually he redyed it green on top

. I like to imagine the red glowing in his eyes wasn't actually the cybernetics it was his dragon, which had a constant red hue to them during black watch most evidently and basically until he started making progress with Zen. Because him and his dragons rage was manifesting into his eyes constantly glowing but because he was constantly in a state of fight or flight and was essentially just surviving until zen helped him start living again, in which his eyes stopped glowing. That is unless he gets really emotional (primarily anger) or very protective, where they'll glow bright green unless he's really really pissed, then they'll be red again...but that almost never happens because he has a much better control of his emotions now, but every now and again his good old Shimada family anger issues can creep up on him a little

Feel free to leave thoughts and opinions, this is just how I see him but I'm more then willing to listen to others opinions on it!

[renslo161605]

Just how he is I'm afraid

Super emo deep please read caption a bit i beg please :) ?

Slight TW: mentions of abuse and blood (no graphic detail or anything)

So some of this has like- personal meaning which I won't get super into but I was fairly proud of the idea.

I also use "he" alot. Anyone can be an abuser. But i imagine this wolf and buck to both be males. And my situation was between two males so yk. But of course a man can abuse a woman, a woman can abuse a man. Non-binary can abuse men ect. Abuse isn't defined to a gender. Just thought i should make that clear.

For context- canines will do something I think people call "muzzling" where they bite eachothers muzzle. They may yelp, or growl and snarl while they do it and it's often between pups/cubs.

This is a play on that being that the wolf does not know any better, this is how he was brought up. Of course, the deer knowing this is how he shows his love, but quite clearly it's hurting him. Still he doesn't look phased or in pain. He just takes it.

The take on this is basically emotional abuse/manipulation. I am a believer that many abusers are like this because they've suffered abuse themself. The wolf having only known this as a sign of friendliness does it to show his love. This could be someone constantly venting, maybe they take their anger out on a loved one because they TRUST them. Maybe they became their "favourite person" of sorts. Maybe it can even get physical. Lots of different forms.

The tie is that the wolf is biting down on the deer in what would be considered a friendly way how he was brought up. But it's not a friendly way. He has drawn blood and it hurting the deer, maybe he doesn't realise it. The deer, knowing his worth to the other person is not turning away. He is just taking it.

For me in my situation. This was'

*verbal/emotional abuse/ manipulation/dumping his issues onto me as a literal child ect. (He had no friends LMAO)*

*me "just taking" it so it doesn't get worse"

The deer "just takes" the bite.

If the deer tried to break away, the wolf will surely bite down harder and the deers pulling will make the wound deeper. So the deer has no choice but to just take it.

If you look closely there are darker spots on the wolfs muzzle where the wolf may have also been bitten.

The real sad part is the abuser ("the wolf") in this situation will probably never change. Especially if they're older. They just are that way. It's the only way they've ever known.

Of course experiences are different for everyone.

Summery:

The wolf bites as a sign of love. This is the only love he has ever known.

But this is not love. The deer is hurt, still the deer takes it because if it tries to pull the wolf will bite down harder, making the wound deeper.

Emotional abuse CAN be built from an unhealthy attachment. But when the person starts pulling away, the "wolf" will only dig deeper, desperate for them to stay, perhaps not realising or not accepting what they've done despite being told many many times.

ALSO WHEN YOU'VE BEEN TELLING SOMEONE ABOUT HOW YOU MISS THEM BUT THEY SHOULDN'T (a whole other kettle of fish) AND THEY GO "Thats just how he is" OR SOMETHING ALONG THOSE LINES. LIKE YEAH?? I WAS THERE?

Every since i was younger i loved to draw animals, my "wolf" would often watch over me. Infact one of my first good tonal drawings was of a wolf, he saw it and said it was amazing.

Now adays aswell as just drawing animals because they're fun, I'll draw them with kind of hidden meanings and interpretations, like this one, usually i keep them secret my for me i like to see people online with like- similar experiences or interpretations to experiences? So maybe someone can relate?

Also, the flowers at the bottom each have meaning aswell as some of them just being a bit personal to me. But if you want to look them up the flowers are:

(from left to right)

Rose

Daisys

Rhododendron/azalea

Lavender

THIS IS SUPER EMO AND DEEP LMAO I'm well aware of that

But i liked the idea and it made sense.

Sorry for rambling, I'm bad for writing alot without actually making a point. Hope you guys understand tho. I'm genuinely kinda proud of this tho <3

Ik I'm not amazing at it, it's 2:40am, i was having a bit of a moment and this came to mind. So bababooe you have emo post now.

YES i have added a filter because the contrast on the original one was a tad off bc i don't have them fancy 6b pencils n stuff.

No matter what someone has been through it DOES NOT excuse abuse. You are not responsible for that, you are a victim of it. And all i can say it leave, don't even stay in contact, leave. I tried to have a foot in both worlds by leaving but staying in contact and trying to sway him in the right direction. It was draining, and every time i took a step forward with him i was thrown 100ft back and I was always the one in tears.

It's a brave thing to leave. It's scary. But it's brave. You prioritise you. You love you. And find someone who loves you the way you need to be loves.

Ty :)) <3

[iceiceparis]

Assigning Star Rail cast the songs they would sing in Yakuza/Like a Dragon karaoke along with the cinamatics.

1. Tail - Bakamitai

He's the most unfamiliar with emotional attachment so he def the type to rather just sit in a room and drink helio-whiskey instead of showing any real affection as a green ball floating above a stool.

Of course the pictures being replaces with his moments with Huohuo in his mind cuz hes basically her family now 😭😭😭

Also its funny cuz Huohuo would be too scared to sing but the gang somehow got him to sing so she has to akwardly stand off the stage nearby so he has his wifi connection.

2. Caelus and/or Stelle Judgement -Shinpan-

Its all about breaking za law and they always say that "Rules are meant to be broken." They would be into that cheesy image of cool.

March (or even the other Trailblazer) would be in Nishiki's spot with Dan Heng or Welt as the keyboard player as they rock out.

3. Caelus - 24 Hour Cinderella

Of course both TBlazers can be interchange able but I like to think they have their own slight personality differences.

In their mind this would have a March theming in colors and outfits and who ever they first think up as the background dancers. He did this to out-idol and out-cute March, somehow gets a higher rating from the machine at the end.

4. Stelle - Machine Gun Kiss

Much like Caelus, this is her way of out-cooling Welt even though he sung a completely different genre of song. Also gets a higher rating but just barely. She especially would really ham it up especially on the end with the "aaaRRUUHHGGG!!!" like Adachi.

5. Clara and Svarog - OtoMetal MY LIFE

The name alone should be enough. Small child with a red and white color scheme with a menacing seemingly emotionless legendary guardian with a deep voice? Heck yeah it works.

First, she asked for him to participate in karaoke,

Then she asked he do the actual back up vocals instead of replaying the built in cheers. After a few songs, Svarog began to understand the energy he had to put into the vocals.

6. Sushang - The Future I Dreamed of

Both Ichiban and Sushang dream to be a hero who does good and with friends even if they have more heart than brains.

Basically are both shonen protags who hit things with metal objects with a big smile on their face and never back down even at impossible odds (unless its ghosts).

It wouldnt even matter if she could hit the notes either because she rarely sings due to her training, Sushang would put in alot of effort in her singing and that alone is enough.

7. Bronye and Seele - Like a Butterfly

Seele and butterflies, what else is there to say.

Bronya singing the softer vocals with Seele complimenting it with more "aggressive" back up matches their dynamic pretty well, also its funny imagining her going all out on a song and going "Oh yeahhhh."

8. Guinaifen - Spring Breeze

"All the pictures that I could take,

All the gigs these videos make,

None of it replaces the you that I know.

But they'll be there after you go."

I mean cmon, this is easily her singing to her SQUAD outside of her streaming stuff. 'Blazer, Sushang, Huohuo, they would all be in her imaginary MV as she sung. Would be one of the better singers in raw quality.

9. March - All Idol songs + 3x SHINE

I am certain she would be a bonafide idol if she had the opportunity. All the interjections are basically any of the Star Rail passangers minus Pom Pom unless she convinced him its an essential for the sake of the ride.

Even someone like Dan Heng would be going off with their interjections she just has that latent power.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

ship bias !

Send ‘Ship Bias’ and I will share up to 5 Ships I have a bias for for my muse! THESE ARE IN NO ORDER OF THE JOY I GET FROM THEM--I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH OK AAA-- Egg rant over

((AAAAAA I did these for Robin in different parts of his life as well as a different verse that I'm working on! Thank you for your interest! ♡( ˃̣̣̥﹏˂̣̣̥ ✿) I'm cutting this one because I kind of went crazy with it gughkdfghj and don't want to clog people's dashes.

VIKTOR-- This is specifically for Past!Robin (but could still trickle into current or even a future version of him), most likely in a verse where he didn't end up getting his shit rocked by A/Bel-- Since Robin was in the academy at the same time as Viktor and Jayce, I imagine these two would have bumped into eachother quite a few times, especially as Robin was part of the medical department. I've often said that Robin needed ONE friend and he wouldn't have made the mistakes that he did. These two would have a relationship based off of a mutual love of science, respect, and both being loners--as well as Zaunites! While I mostly view these two as being very close friends, I believe with more development they could dip their toes into romance. Robin, as with others, would happily listen and debate Viktor in a healthy way, as well as perform stupid experiments with him for fun! ----

SETT-- THIS WAS AN ACCIDENT. It STARTED because of @beast-man-bastard but then @pitgritted and @wolvensden kept talking to me about cute situations in regards to Robin and Sett! A big, tough, scary dude who finds the chance to be soft around the doctor of his fighting pit? UGH. There's alot of drama there, particularly because Robin was killed by a "leviathan" of a man--so he's physically intimidated by Sett at first, until they can both have a proper discussion and open up!!! Sett helping Robin reclaim a sense of physical security while Robin helps Sett gain emotional security? Yes!!!!! This is built heavily around current Robin being hired by Sett or being brought into the pit by some scumbag who thinks "ah corpse can't die, perfect fighter to watch get beat tf up". I really love when ships can help both parties, romantic or not, and this really fits their relation. Having someone to confide in is really important to people, and I think that's something that could easily grow here. -------

DANNY JOHNSON-- THIS WAS ANOTHER ACCIDENT. GOD--I REALLY LOVE THESE TWO; SO MUCH THAT I WAS INSPIRED TO MAKE A DBD VERSE FOR ROBIN LOLLLL. OK OK. You can blame @bells-of-black-sunday for this ship; god it was so out of no where? This essentially takes place, in league verse, in Piltover once Robins returned, Danny--going by Jed Olsen--attempts to murder him because it would make an interesting headline about Mages not being Safe in Piltover. Little does he know that Robin cannot die, so his plan goes somewhat haywire and Robin just sort of "haha, wanna try again?" Robin later drunkenly sees Jed and asks him out to dinner only to forget about it day of, but then they end up going together and its VERY much a battle of wits, jabs back and forth, and 4D-think-12-steps-ahead-of-your-partner-chess. Robin is nonetheless impressed by this and the two stART DATING? Robin moves in with Danny etc. The serial killer thing doesn't necessarily bother him as much as it should since Robin was part of shady business already and doesn't really have many feelings about it. He does worry about Danny but knows he's clever enough to get out of most trouble. Shockingly, this relationship is very sweet and standard besides the serial killer angle and Robin opening up the layers of his machiavellian nature; these two do not want the other to get hurt, and can easily confide in the other without any sort of judgement. They are casually affectionate with eachother and don't have to worry about the other looking at them weirdly for their hobbies or their past, which is definitely a breath of fresh air for both of them.Not only that but Danny, so far, is the only one who has been able to get on the demon's good side and actually manage to get Robin to come BACK to life--but I wont go into that too much because I've already word vomited all over. Its dark, romantic, and disgustingly adorable despite the events happening in the background. I have a lot of feelings.

[forestfan69]

You fill the room with sun, hold me close and let me breathe. I am foreign to that kindness.

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Some soft moicy, featuring my latest obsession which is to cover everything in flowers. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed drawing it!!

Closeups:

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[genshingarbage]

Hiii, Good Morning/Good afternoon/Good evening Mod Kaeya,Mod Diluc^^, It's my first time requesting, Can I request? Angst with any Genshin Impact characters?,Soo The genshin characters are much more spending time with Lumine? Then the reader asks why they aren't spending much time with them and the genshin characters snaps and said the readers are weak ( reader is already insecured because they can't fight) and they have work to do then the reader leaves to fight hilichurl camps and unfortunately there's 2 Mitachurls ,luckly the genshin characters were on time to save the reader? Then they apologized to them? (It's Gn reader^^) sorry if it's alot and sorry if my grammar is wrong you both can disregard this ask stay safe ^^

Good afternoon dear Traveler!! Well done for making your first request! And such a lengthy one too oh my~ Your grammar is fine don’t even worry about it. Sorry for the long wait, Mod Diluc and I have been busy on the Kuzuha banner haha but I hope you enjoy this tear jerking tale (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧- Mod Kaeya

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The distant scientist, renowned for being hard to get close to was someone you used to consider one of you closest friends. The two of you spent day and night together, hellbent of cracking open every single challenge you possibly could together. Many considered you two to be able to solve any mystery put in front of you together.

The keyword was together.

There was a mystery you yourself couldn’t solve; Why was Albedo’s time with you slowly becoming a rarity?

You’d been wondering why he’d been spending so much less time in the lab he’d meticulously built over years of his life or on site where his precious research was being buried little by little by crystalline flakes, tending to his experiments and recording time sensitive data that would be valuable for months to come for the research team. Albedo had been gone so long both you and Sucrose had designed a plan in order to cover the work he’s left unattended whilst managing your own on top of the store. It was beginning to get concerning. If the leader of the investigation squad was absent constantly then what did that mean for the rest of you? Surely he was only gone for the sake of something important he’d found, something he placed above everything else he was researching. That’s what you lent yourself into believing.

That is, until you saw him with her.

You couldn’t blame him honestly, Lumine was gorgeous. Her golden hair and fiery eyes are what a lot of men probably look for in a partner, even more so was the mystery behind her origins and the raw power she held in her fingertips at any given moment.

You didn’t have to have a vision to be able to tell that.

Maybe that was another thing he sought in her.

A traveling partner that could wield the powers of the elements, a traveling partner that could hold their own against the world. Maybe that wasn’t all he was looking for but also a romantic partner.

He finally came back to the investigation camp briefly one night, it was during a particularly rough blizzard ravaging across Dragonspine and the areas surrounding it a little like a turbulent child tossing snowflakes across already painted, buried monochrome peaks. He trudged into the camp with her rambunctious adventuring party, shouted something over the whipping wind about how they should get warm inside one of the communal tents dotted around the sparse camp halfway up the summit you inhabited and then ducked into the burgundy tent you were working away in with nothing but the clinking of vials harmonizing with the bubbling of flames. It was nothing but candle light right then in the morbid lonely night, only the sounds of the howling gales outside of the ones in your lab. If you’d felt like you were being watched during the night before now, Albedo’s piercing analytical gaze did nothing but soothe the loneliness you’d held inside yourself all night.

“I need a strong multi use Geoculus locator, if we have any.” The blonde said

He must’ve seen your shoulders perk up because he waited patiently as you searched through the shelves upon shelves of prototypes you’ve developed. After somehow finding one, you patted over to him. He seemed pleased with your work, if a bit distant as usual. He was in a good mood so you guessed would be the best time if any to ask. “Sir… with all due respect why have you been away so long?”

Albedo’s pale face was blank as usual though he blinked as if surprised you spoke, “Lumine needed someone with a sufficient Geo vision, I happened to be the one she knew the best to get the job done.”

“So you’ll be returning?”

“I never said that.”

You tried not to take it harshly, this was just how he spoke after all. “…could I come along then?” It was a long shot yes but you still missed his company, if it meant having to deal with him getting buddy buddy with that Outrider then you would suffer. 

It was quiet for a moment between you two as you stared him down and he observed the locator thoroughly. After he was pleased enough with the golden glowing device it was packed away into his back pocket without so much as a second thought, the man was obviously stalling while he thought carefully over the question but the result wouldn’t be to your liking evidently. You were about to make  a point you hoped would be convincing before he spoke, his voice sharp and words cold like the very ice being tossed around the blackened sky.

“No, you’re not a skilled enough fighter so you’d only slow us down more than we can handle to be right now. You’d be useless to us.” He put a hand to his chin for a moment in thought, “If you’d had been able to development a synthetic elemental burst like Sucrose’s swirl mark II…I would have considered but you can’t even do that.”

Watching him leave with them the morning after was torturous, they rushed off into the snowy landscape with barely a goodbye and never a second glance from Albedo beyond that. It stung.

Maybe that’s why when hilichurl camps, specifically ones becoming a nuisance to caravans as well as supply lines along Dragonspine almost avidly to the near point where there would be commissions called in, were brought up in conversation you elected to take a weapon and simply clear them out yourself. You could barely fight one off but usually they were smaller towards the base of the mountain so you figured it would be alright. You would just patch yourself up if you got a bit injured. Surely the pain of the injures would busy your silly little heart long enough to forget about Albedo and his cruel words to you, surely you would barricade your feelings of pining behind walls of broken bones and struggling through the snow. Maybe that was the remedy, the answer you needed to your mystery. Your pleas would probably be hidden by the snowstorms anyways.

Mitachurls unfortunately inhabited bigger camps. Thankfully, Frost Lawlichurls tended to live alone. The former happened to find it’s way to you, charging with the might of a bull on ozmanthys wine. As you were bowled over you heard an abrupt shout, maybe saw a brief flash of familiar golden light as the battle grounds around you erupted further into chaos but it didn’t matter that pale arms were abruptly gripping you to a panicked sword user. Your vision was to blurry, the shouts of attacks and spells too muffled and faint, your body felt too limp to comprehend even the though of moving. You could barely breathe.

Someone was muttering, crouched around you and holding you close, muttering something over and over again. Something important. The feeling of their lips pressed against your forehead, his quiet gut heaving sobs as he rocked you back and forth. Albedo’s pleas for you to just hang on a moment longer—

Where were you again?

There was sunlight and it was warm, a pleasant warmth that almost lulled you back to the sleep you’d fallen into. The only thing that kept you awake was that this was indeed not your bed.

Where were you?

Sitting up hurt, your whole body ached and you were certain something must have been rearranged or was missing because the pain shot through you like an arrow. Your sharp exhale alerted the two others in the room, one who immediately sprinted to get a nurse in an emerald and navy flurry of skirts and capes.

You were dizzy, only steadied by a gentle hand on your limp shoulder. Ah, when did you turn to face him?

The blonde man infront of you asked if you remembered what happened, his voice was soft but didn’t hold any emotion. The smoky circles around his beautiful striking cerulean eyes did nothing but worry you slightly as they implied a long period of time without sleep. You’d imagine him to be the sciency type who didn’t really know what to think of other people so he stayed nose deep in books to pass the time, though there was a deep sadness in the way he held himself you couldn’t understand.

“I don’t…who are you?” You thought you saw him flinch but figured it was a trick of the light.

“No one important, nevermind me.” The man sat up with an unreadable expression even for how blank it had been for this whole brief conversation after you had awoken, getting up from his chair to begin walking to the door when he stopped. “I’m sorry.”

“…for what?” You didn’t understand.

“Nothing that would natter now, please. Rest.”

You didn’t remember.

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

Must be this tall to Hunt| Boba Fett (tcw age so like 13/14)

Couldnt find a good teen boba gif, so heres bosk instead

Warnings: fake blame,

Reader: female

"You are expelled from the order-"

"What!?" Y/n shouted looking up at the council, "I did nothing! Master Plo! Reason with them!"

"I am sorry little one, I-"

Y/n was heart broken, looking up at the surrounding Jedi, this couldn't be true.

"Master Obi-Wan!" Y/n pleaded.

"Your attachments grow," Windu spoke, "and with them your anger."

"My anger?! My anger?!" Y/n shouted at him.

"Little one please." Plo pleaded, "I have brought a witness."

"You!?" Y/n argued, "Master I demand an answer! Why! Why would you- You out of all People!-"

She watched Anakin walk in guilt ridden on his face, "You!? Anakin! You!?"

He kept quiet as Fives walked in, her world stopping.

"Y-Your lieing!" She shouted, "Fives?! Not you! I trust you and you do this!?"

"Arc Trooper Fives." Windu spoke, " what have you seen Padawan Y/n do?"

Fives looked at her, "I. Saw Genral Y/n with a clone trooper,"

"Im with troopers everyday!" Y/n defended.

"What was Padawan Y/n doing with this clone trooper."

"...intercourse sir." Fives responded.

"Thats Obsurded Fives! And you know it!" Y/n argued, "You're my brothers- Why in gods name would I fuck any of you!"

"Y/n! That is enough!" Plo argued.

"You believe this crap!? You're suppose to have MY back!" Y/n demanded, "I'd have your back no matter what! And you turn on me!"

"Are there any other witnesses?" Fisto spoke.

"Yes." Windu spoke, "bring them in."

Y/n watched, her brothers, the wolf pack, Commandos and even some from the Corosaunt Gaurd walk in, and they strung there string of lies and they strung them high and low, entagled the lies beyond untanglement.

"Padawan L/n is to be expelled from the Order and that is our final verdict."

The platform she was on went downward, the clone troopers who had made there testimonies were gathered at the bottom, a path for her to go through.

"Y/n-" Wolfee spoke reaching out a hand.

"Don't you dare touch me!" She shouted in anger pushing past the clones.

"It had to be done." Commander Thron spoke quietly.

The others nodded.

"Damn it!" Fives shouted running out the room and rushing down the halls, after the light echoing of Y/n's angered footsteps.

She pushed the doors open and just walking out them she stopped, hearing Five's steps behind her.

"General. It had to be done-"

"What!? The lies! The string of lies you built! Why!? Why would you do this to me?!" Y/n argued looking back at the clone.

"We wanted to protect you-"

"Bullshit Fives! Bullshit! I love all of you! All of you!" Y/n shouted, screaming so loud it was sure to be heard all the way down to the lower level.

"Y/n listen!-' he grabbed her shoulders trying to plead with her but she pushed him away ingiting one side of her double sided saber as Fives quickly backed up.

"Touch me again and I'll kill you." She spoke.

"I don't even deserve death. I know- I-" Fives tried to explained, "We wanted to protect you-"

"Then you should of had my back!"

The bright blade turned off and she turned around leaving without a second thought.

"Hey! Wake up!" Boba argued.

Y/n turned her self around as she opened her eyes, "what do you want Fett."

"Rations idiot." He spoke as Y/n sat up, the girl only a year older than Bobba.

She was thrown a rations bar by the boy as they were in a hotel room, she had been sleeping on the couch.

"How much longer we waitin?" She asked taking a crunch out of the bar.

"An hour, I told you that the how much longer last time you woke up." He argued looking through the window.

Y/n kept quiet as she ate her food, it bland and bleak in both tast and color.

Bobba took an arm chair by the window as he ate his own rations. It was silent for a long mintue.

"Did. You have that nightmare again?" He asked.

Y/n looked over at him, "when do I not?"

Boba ate a peice of his own ration bar, he never knew what the nightmare was about, but knew it was the same one, on repeat.

He had the same.

"You, uh. Wanna talk about it?"

She looked his way, then looked away quickly, only able to see the faces of her brothers.

"No." She replied coldy tossing the barely eaten ration bar on the table, her appetite gone, "I'm gonna go scope the roof, don't wait up for me."

She walked towards the door, grabbing the sniper on the way out.

"I'll come with you. Incase someone tries to get you from behind."

"I don't need someone to have my back." Y/n argued.

"Well then Im coming because I want to!"

He pushed past Y/n as she scoffed, following him close behind as they walked towards the steps, somewhere along the way Y/n hacked into a vending Machine, Boba going up the stairs himself, stealing whatever she pleased putting it in her sling bag, enough for her only.

"Sharing is what?" Y/n questioned Woflee

"An opportunity for someoen to get there arm chopped off, it's my food." Wolfee told her.

Y/n sighed, how she hated her own little life lessons to her brothers, and stole more food, enough for both Boba and her, and a little extra.

Walking up the rest of the steps she made it to the door she kicked open with the bottom of her foot.

"Could you try and be quiet?" He seethed.

"I mean. I could. But no." Y/n responded walking towards the edge where Boba sat on a near by utiliy unit.

She sat down setting her back infront of her as she laid herself on her side her back to Boba the lights of the bright city below barely reaching the top of the tall hotel they sat on.

"You want one?"

Boba looked over seeing Y/n holding up a soda.

"Where did you get that?"

"Stole it."

Rolling his eyes he walked over to her snatching the bottle and sitting himself by her head.

"Hey hey. Fives calm your tits." Y/n laughed.

Boba stayed silent as he looked at her, she too busy looking out and onward, but feeling the stare she looked besides her.

"Oh." Y/n realized, "My bad Fett."

Boba stayed silent, as Y/n took a drink of her own soda, he had realized she had become more sympathetic with her apology.

"You wanna talk about it now?" Boba questioned.

Y/n sighed, answering in silence for a mintue, "My only family betrayed me. Strung a String of lies to supposedly keep me safe. I think about it all the time. We use to find these abaonded places and sit up on the roofs like this, we'd sing, start a bonfire, get drunk."

"Your as old as me." Fett argued.

Y/n shrugged, "war does that, you only live once Fett."

"Then why are you still worrying about it?" Boba defended.

"Why do you still worry about the things you worry about?" Y/n questioned, "but I was kicked out of my group, my name stripped of me, and instead of having my back, they had me cast out. Happy Now?"

It was silent again, the hearing of honking and swearving down below could be heard.

"I lost my dad to the Jedi."

Y/n stopped mid way lifting her drink to her lips but then contuined to drink then pull away.

"They tend to do that..." Y/n responded, "they expect you to follow every rule every word, there no better than the sith."

"You know alot of jedi and sith."

Y/n looked at him once, "It was when you father died did I stop really believing in the Jedi-"

"You knew my father?! You're a jedi-"

"Shut your trap and listen before you get rowdy you damn idiot!' Y/n argued Boba gritting his teeth, "I met Jango Fett when I went on a small assignment, my first one, with Master Shakk Ti- it was basically playing paper boy. I remember delivering work to your father...alot of people were mean to me, he. He never was, always said thank you, always asked me if I had eaten. He even watched me leave on the ship back to Master Plo Koon. So when I went througy reports and found him dead I was in shock, later to find out a Jedi did it. I started to loose faith. Why kill a man lookin out for him and his child, sure capture him- but taking family...I know how that feels and no one should go through it."

Y/n took a drink finishing her bottle and tossing it over edge, "so. I fought. And I fought and I fought. If i couldnt save Jango, I'd save what was left of him- the clones- my brothers. They share the same face but are diffrent than any could imagine. I spoke, I wrote, I pleaded, I trainned. It never was enough, and it was my 'emotion' that got the better of me. Pssh. Yeah right the Jedi can piss off because if they want to see emotion? I'll give it to them."

Boba listened, he had nevee seen Y/n before hand, maybe he had and just didnt remember, he never knew someone could share his pain. Neverless with the same person.

"Windu will pay." Boba seethed, "and your a jedi! You can help me."

"I will go head to head to him, I don't plant bombs." Y/n defended.

"We can take him! Two on one!" Boba tried to persuade, "you know his fighting style! I know guns! You know sabers! We take his head and anyone else that stands in our way!"

Y/n looked at him dully.

"Come on! How many bounty hunters have you single handedly taken on! And killed! How many sith have you injured! Jedi that chase after us! Without your laser swords! We can kill him! Together!" Boba explained standing up, Y/n move to sit up, "We're the left behind! We are the strongest! Because we were left behind! We round up a few others! Bane! Sing! Bosk! And there's always someone paying for a Jedi's head!"

Y/n stood up grabbing hee sniper rifle as she did and looked at her watch.

"It can be a sniper shot! A saber battle! Whatever you want! As long as he die and Im involed I don't care how!" Bobba argued.

Y/n looked down below aiming her sniper adjusting the scope.

"My father would do the same for you-"

He was cut off by a bullet shot and soon the sounds of crying folks who see a man just drop dead on the street, the target they had been waiting for dead. She pulled away from her weapon slowly, turning her head towards him.

"I'll do it.-" Y/n agreed

"No." Boba spoke, "We'll do it. Together. For everything the jedi took from us!"

Y/n looked at the outreached hand as she took it.

"Together."

"As One Unit."

"As One Unit." Y/n responded, "well one and a half"

"Im not that short." Boba argued.

"Shorter than me." Y/n chuckled.

[dreamsclock]

Sorry I'm back to back with asks here aaa

I dunno if anyone has brought this up- but this thought about prison!Dream has been living in my head rent free and you might think it's interesting 👀

It's common for those in solitary confinement to develop nearsightedness and it can be pretty significant as well. That along with a decreased ability to judge distances and be aware of space puts just a few thoughts in my head--

Dream needing glasses and becoming clumsy when he does gets out.

I just imagine him not understanding his vision has even grown that blurry until he realizes he can't see other people's faces very well even when they aren't that far away. Details like eyes and lips are so muddled that he can't catch subtle expressions, and he doesn't want to stand too close so he starts relying more on tone and posture. (Which is a can of worms in itself)

He notices that the buildings and the trees are all flat and out of focus, and things across the room are actually hard to tell apart. And he keeps getting headaches from the strain.

How he probably would try to hide it because he thinks it would be interpreted as both an inconvenience and a weakness, but he can't really hide it, he keeps knocking things over, misjudging distances, reaching for things and missing. And there would totally be a level of frustration that would definitely brew there but he'd just keep burying it and burying it because feels like it just shouldn't be a problem.

And if he was a part of the Syndicate I wonder if someone would catch on and realize what's happening- just the thought of him always following Ranboo around, copying what he does, trying to learn and getting quietly frustrated when he keeps having trouble with things that should be easy and he thinks it will just get better, it'll just go away, right? And maybe Ranboo would be the one to notice and bring it up to Phil and Techno?

Them having to sit Dream and do a whole intervention?? Explain that there's no strings attached, that it's not conditional, that he's allowed things like aid and help and that they're not going to hold it over him, that it doesn't detract from his status as his own person with autonomy. Dream being bluntly confused because in his brain that is just not how it works at all.

I just think about that alot y'know

!!!! this is such a brilliant headcanon, and i vibe so much with it (esp because i’m near sighted and just so so clumsy HDKDB)

i can 100% see dream just ,, ignoring the problem, then downplaying it, and then defensively telling himself that he doesn’t need help, because in his mind, the moment he needs help, he becomes a burden and he becomes reliant on other people and he hates relying on others. it’ll take a good few hours of talking (and potentially tears or other strong emotions) until dream actually begins to realise that it’s okay to ask for help, it’s okay to need help, it’s okay to accept help — and maybe, depending how much trust he’s built up in the syndicate members, he actually turns to them for help.

[potatotrash0]

i saw seven deadly sins au and went !!!!!!!!!!! this stuff is my weakness. ty long au anon ily <3 /p

anonymous said:

Hi this is that same anon that keeps making long au plots. Here's a seven deadly sins/Demon au where Nagito is the sin of envy, Hajime is the sin of Greed, and Chiaki is the sin of sloth. They are a horrible trio.

-Hajime, as a demon of Greed, really loves finding and hoarding extravagant and pretty things, whether they are his or not.

-Yes Nagito and Chiaki are both apart of his collection. He stole two other demons because "pretty”

-Nanami stayed because not only is she always sleeping and Hajime's cozy little place is nice, but because friend <3

-Nagito stayed because he's lonely, bored, petty, and wanted the pretty boy who called him pretty before sweeping him off his feet's,,attention.

-oh lore time. Hell is a lawless place but there is still a semblance of order between groups of sins. Sins are kind of like their Own species. There's a certain chart of what sin is compatible with what sin, and it's agreed by every sin never to put a demon of envy and a demon of Greed together.

-this is because both envy and Greed as sins are too similar together. Both sins ambitions and motives to get something stem from their desires of want. The difference is envy ways something of someone else, while greed wants anything it can get.

-the problem at first was that Hajime's instinct pulled him to take anything he wanted as his, while Nagito only wanted Hajime (and Chiaki) as his. And he didn't like Hajime's want for others.

-Nagito has nothing against chiaki, even as a demon of envy. This is because demons of sloths are usually considered "neutral" or tolerable territory between all the sins. At first Nagito thought he would have to be competitive to get Hajime's attention but then one time Chiaki and Hajime got into a verbal disagreement and Chiaki went, "friendship over with Hajime, Nagito is my best friend now" And then fell asleep on him.

-Hajime would've gotten annoyed because, greedy, but then he sees Nagito moved to tears at being called a friend and he's like, "IIl let them have that, this time." And then moved closer so they all cuddled.

-of course nagito was in the middle and got stuck between a demon of sloth and Greed as pillow. Tug o war with Nagito's body never became so intense.

-Nagito, is still very petty when he thinks something else has taken away both his partner's interest in him, so he will become very passive aggressive. Usually that was a problem in the past but it has gotten easier knowing that you can buy his forgiveness through physical affection.

-oh did I mention they're all lovers? They keep calling each other "best friend" or "friend" despite sharing romantic intimacy because that's what they started out as and they're just inseparable from each other. They just love each other alot regardless of platonic or romantic feelings. They just want to be a starring role in the other's heart ❤️

-their lives are a bit different than canon, especially since the era they died in is not modern day.

-Chiaki was born normal/middle class until a war or invasion broke out. The city was one of thr firsts to get hit hard by invading forces, and her parents, who were respectable bakers/market people were hit hard. Her town was raided at night constantly and threatened. The bakery was constantly stolen from and vandalized. Many of the sleepless nights stayed with her as she sat with her parents and they held her in their arms. One night her parents got caught in the crossfire in the bakery while it was vandalized, and with no siblings and no neighbors, sleep deprived and tired of it all, chiaki decided she'd at least go with a struggle. She poisoned the invaders supply of food for nights on end until the sleep deprivation got to her and she was dead before they could get to her. Now though she gets to sleep all she wants.

-Hajime was the child of a corrupt father and a diseased mother, who didnt/wouldn't give him the attention he craved. When his mother died she only managed to hide her one belonging (a necklace) and gave it to him before she died. His father sold him everything else. His father wasn't abusive, per say, but he took pride in seeing himself in Hajime, and constantly hyped up his "love" for Hajime when he showed the same ambitions as him, while downplaying anything else he deemed unworthy (his mother's kind hearted temperament). So while Hajime still retained his mother's sense of being fair and caring, the ambition to take everything got pounded into him by his father constantly until both of them got a bit blurry. Sad thing is his father loved money more than him and when the angry people who his father scammed burnt his house down, he couldn't care less about his kid and ran with the valuables, leaving Hajime to die in the fire.

-Nagito grew up with a mother who was a seamstress, who was unhappily married and forced to have a child she didnt want and her husband didn't help her raise him, instead he cheated on her behind her back. While she never hurt him, she was emotionally detached from the trauma and pain, and couldn't give him the love he needed as a kid. She instead, tried (and actually managed to achive) some sort of loving emotional bond with her kid through tailoring. Idk how he dies but I was imagining something happens and he and his mother die, and while his mother dies in peace, he dies in envy of another family his father has built and how happy he is.

-(While Hajime's sin might have festered as he grew because of his father, Nagito might have been born sharing the sin of envy with his mother, who envied people being able to live their life. )

-(also yes, I did get these backstories referencing vocaloid songs)

-idk that shit got depressing fast I'm sorry. I can say now though they are happy Imao.

-oh Oh, they also have fun picking a single human and then tormenting them. I don't mean tormenting them as in making their life miserable, but tormenting them by making it very inconvenient and wild. Currently the human they're bullying is Kazuichi.

lmaooo kazuichi............babe i am so sorry you’re getting triple teamed by three demons dksnxksnx he’s probably perpetually in the *clutches beanie in fear* pose—

also!!!!! sin of envy nagito!!!!!! so pog??? i actually have hajime down as the sin of envy for my own 7DS au but.............*looks intensely*

also also i can just see chiaki monopolizing all of hajime’s comfy furniture lmao. he’s a little annoyed bc “that’s mine >:T” but also he’s not very inclined to stop her bc she usually just makes grabby hands to signal for hugs, so he gets to use the couch anyway. it’s all good <3

also i do indeed see the vocaloid references and my mind is running wild bc enbizaka my beloved <3 i still wanna redo the written version of it at some point........

[rwmhunt]

Leviticus, Chapter 25

1. It is fair to say that a poet Doesn't know their audience, When after 3000 years, a poet Doesn't know their audience. And here we've struck against the base Of our own Biblical Mount Sinai, where God, inside of the mountain, Could be locked therein for ever, yet, From an ocean of unconsciousness, hath he Up and telt this 'bunch of stuff' unto Moses-

2. Promises, promises, lo, My sabbaths; remember them? To summarize- whence Heading out of Exodus, Toward the underground city of Fuckinghell, God continues to remind the Israelites, How it were he who has them here, At assay in an escape of Egypt, As they go totalitaring across a plain, The which of is hardly considered In their headlong rush to go slow.

3. Six years sowing of land That you havn't got yet; So god gets Moses to Shovel it into the frontal lobe, Repeating things unto his pals, So sets off an imflammatory cascade, The old Israelites; a retinue, A ruptcy, @chemical riot, And that bunch of other stuff, You know this, but I'm reminding.

4. A seventh is a sabbath year- A sour, sownless, Pruneless kind of a year, You see it here, for Books are about power And bitter in at least two obvious ways- They first reflect the writer’s yearn For the acquisition of it, And then the mimic, With his fangled state therein, Of playing it.

5. Like most of us who are in this, Moses don’t have alot of power And less need to publish the fact- But speaketh of his learned scree- 'You write wrongly glib and varicose; aye, Where such be the matters I chose; As predisposed to distraction bade" He tries, talking withdrawl, In matters of affect- 'Your sentinels have rafted georgic, Whilest the staid remainder are discovered as wizened, and Departing from the liturgy, though heretical, You largely eschew the regular criticisms leveed agin the book.' But no, I didn't understand where this is coming from; to iterate, sometimes It's only a miracle that a meaning shouldst fall out of anything we find to say at all. Then, no gather; give solemn leave for the land Whence voice-bearers dwelt in rest, Yet as you read this, You are entering the prism of My power fantasy, And as I told you, you know this; So the dogmae live loudly in you. Woof.'

6. Connecting all these sentences, It becomes difficult- for thee, As we carry on recounting, As for thy servant, thence, for thy maid, For thy hired hand and for the settler Who, by thy side, sojourns amongst y'all; Where unto, to place the implied “because”? For lo, Power is versatile like that, And says things that send a spider sense a-creeping- So the sabbath of the land shall fall from thy alms as thy alimony, let Words be tools for regulating bodies, And say things that send a spider sense a-creeping-

7.  Twill be a meat-based year For living on thy laurels with- A trope within a spectrum of abusive behaviours Alleged against the rhyzome Are scrutinising the system, where The fad prov'd trite, so I bade glib, Lo! Then terse, or droll, the dearth, I, gauche, give, both brash and stout, That it be I that is trite as it was glib For, wersh, I am not done with it- The rhyzome.

8. Muster seven sabbaths unto thee, Seven sevens be four and nine, see? From here to here, horizontally, The complete ribosomal pattern hath Codage for associative amino permutations, As universally preserved in the life taxa of all Babel, where the such displaces a lot of linear ideas, and, Lo fate, hallowed, Where hallowed is to be, For I warned thee; Go then, living as the rhyzome.

9. And make proclamation with the blast of the horn, For tis the day that it was once, hence, they Differ only in terms of the number of variables present, The coding of existing relations between the variables, And with regard to the presence or absence of an 'eigendynamic', Thus, can therefore be distinguished thither, As according to complexity, Based on these individual characteristics- As was once so it is differently, lo- Tis Yplangenday, and living is the rhyzome.

10. Round the ordinal up to L and proclaim liberty The bell, so thither, you have time's jubilee, Then let there be untethered utter manumission And flights of immigrant fantasy To whence-so-ever they think to have come. And breathless, Leviticus hath inferred That he was working unto A duel purpose- Firstly, his own double, As for control- To take the world and limit it, Or, extend it, unto his own end; And the other is to commune With the old world, the denied world, The general world; and to influence it, After his own.

11. So, la-la, be jubilee, As wild, As heady as happy can once a life, Or twice with once a memory of the other- And the pneuma of animula blows among the manna A numina, where the lord is the longest polymer chain.

12. So it is; then, Go eat the increase out of the field. But here are we levered; For it might be seen that there is a division second That can be put as of two spheres of imagination- Where firstly, there is that which is unbeknownst unto the beholder, and then also that which is consciously constructed, And yet, there is also the kingdom that lieth between, Which is a land of disconcerting paranoia and deviance, And where we must not lay with pneuma, nor numina As among the manna in the morning.

13. Yet lo, There's no point talking about it Unless you can talk about it; unless- Unless you can create enough updraft anyway; Lo! Then talk about it if you can't And I shall listen for what isn't there And look elsewhere for kennings after, And build about your unsaid vestige A most pious desire to expression; That which might uphold my feeling; No, there's no point talking about it Unless you can talk about it.

14. Barter or borrow and, For one damned year, just Don't get deceitful or try to get one over. Blindsided by the partisan nature of corporate consensus That I saw distort through the Furore Mirrors; There are many hands here, unto mine eyes, But, I don't trust the self who works emotional metaphor, So I won't continue to what I'm talking about.

15. Carry on trading way beyond, It's the local TA. Thus resides in per kilowatt hour, But what are we burning? Outside- I think it's a diesel generator; I hear it rumbling through my days Kept in the playground The fumes form long polymers, Amid the upper atmosphere, Clade with agricultural chemicals, They make headway Amidst our every organ; So be our dearest sacrifice.

16. And the market shall rise and fall With the arbitrary number of years, And whence far enough away, Return to your sarcky disposition- So what are we burning? In the tent, There's a wood burner, but, Really, detritus; Mose never minded, So any old when we run short, Mostly plastic bags; Leviticus has a fit When the smoke's building up, Talks about thousands of parts Per million.

17. To be fair, be fair, be fearful, Still me, remember? There was a grate, clarted up, That took of an outflow as from the tent, Of whatever swarf got sluiced, Unto wherever it went; the rest Were ushered up and borne out- So Terpsichore, laden with ashes, Went abroad one day, far enough That the gall and dust would not Be thought as being that of the tabernacle, Whence, dispensed, ashes and Hunks made boon to the earth's Mutable constant.

18. But the bible's broke and lost with the river That flow in serial and, as sevred, the chronicalers gone. Its belief's a decree you shall not leave me among, Nor make its fuzzy undercurent wash, Wherefore, the doing of statutes, The keeping of ordinances as them too; Though I concider, I cannot.

19. Land's a woman that yields So eat and dwell secluded therein. Love is not a symptom of time, Power is- time takes power, takes time. And you implicitly know this, so Don't think about it. Good girl Jade, who be it, That dwell in the land As declare of it a safe space?

20. And if you should be so bold as to wonder What to eat the year there's nothing, Know, that I'm not in a good mood today, Well yeah, you can say that again, so I said I'm not in a good mood today; As in; best not to press me on it, and Yeah, I heard you the first time.

21. Then sat in our suffering, Stuck in this wilderness, Black is the offering; No good for nothing, this, Left with our echo as Cut from our people. Lo, but, I'll give you a bumper crop From the previous year, and Lo! You're massive, gamesmaster. Ok, so, no worries, bonanza time; Brother, I never steer you wrong.

22. And damn it, Keep at the old store, Through the eighth, All the way into the ninth, Til your ship comes in; O Stop collapsing; Well done, men. It is not wise, it is quite unmeasured, to bait divinity With common hands, to scale Sinai, wild at heart, While sporting ultimatums of, Forgive me lord, Or I shall sin and the like- I said bring me the head of Martin Elginbrod.

23. And the land shall not be sold in perpetuity; For the land is Mine; as ye be strangers and settlers unto Me. So his own words, official words and the words of his advocates Hath set off an imflamatory cascade across hours of solid crowds. But not feeling seriously affected by the articles braught against it, He here found some unexpected allies among the Aaronide, Who, on hearing what he was proposing, Got on the blower to Moses too, and the results May be found between the leaves- as With the vertiginous chicanery they built A plutocratic sanctum of the unthinking overvue And with the allowance of themselves there to continue, Undeposed.

24. And lo, the land of our possession, Shall grant a redemption for the land itself, - So then, young people, said Tokata Iron Eyes, - I feel like we have eachother's future back; This is such a third fire that might save of us all. It won't ofcourse, but it's good to try; ...Shall granteth of us our memories; Let it be said that I so arose...

25. O forgotten brother, How came ye  come so waxen poor As to prowleth these leaves, Having pawneth'd off of your possession, With I, as thy kinsman, that is next here unto thee, and Who hath come to redeem thee thy birthright Which ye hath verily, venally squandered? - Lo, for it is that I've been inside, for that I started fires; As I don't know what was wrong with me; I won’t be buccaneering with people’s lives any more, for I've come to agree 'That man should solve every problem that it hath the wit to so recognise.' And Mose rose while yet he held a look as in his eye.

26. For if a man hath no one to so redeem it, and he be waxen rich And findeth of sufficient wit to himself of it redeem; but 'You're talking into a vacuum about an unknown, So it's unlikely to feel definite.' Would you be the vacuum? 'Yes; for that I would, And yet, I am not what I meant- I mean the bit of your mind that doesn't know.'

27. Let him count the years, And restore the overplus, And get him out of hock, By the strange effect of the interaction That ends with the death of an animal; The flicker of even a spider drain, if There was an action to attain the weird, Folding-in unto an unknown metaphysical, As to return to in the everyday, and then, After a while, a bestial satiation, then, Ritual slaughter be your go-to profession- So make thyself mint.

28. And if it don't work out, well Jubilee, and all shall be returned, For that's the thing- if Fate needst me to, It could put me places No questions asked. And the thing with him, And the thing about such an interpretation As for him, is that it shouldst be of one's own- That it wasn’t wrong of Words but rather, that to Interpret was of a fault, And the problem is with your audacity in feeling uncomfortable, But, alas, tis Jubilee, so all of this is as a bridge under the water.

29 . Vicarious is my favourite word, said Leviticus, - The closest living thing to magic; Words themselves are a kind of vicariousness; And he drifted into another republic. So to the ease or otherwise of obtaining wall, if Erotion could walk by herself; it was difficult. Redeem your house for a year In a city, at zero percent and no questions- Always fair and square, aren't they? The begetting of a room advise Gleaned from passing strangers, Jade, why'd you hide your head?

30. And walled cities are a surety in Jubilee, and their tide go not out in perpetuity. There was a guy who used to draw his dreams, Because he believed them to be previsions For a future. He'd go with his opus to the local bank To have it date stamped in a photograph He'd get taken there, beneath the calendar clock. They were, at best, inconclusive, while he wouldst have Lived thither, as among his creations; - I don't know if there's a structural system in the universe; If i am a fractal of greater or lessers in a relative manner.

31. But should I find a rock Who believed a lampost to be a god, Then, verily should I be impressed with that rock; And daresay wouldst I subscribe Unto a new-found regard For the lampost to boot; so aye, All things can be called relative, By which, if you havn't a wall, You're reckoned with the field, And bailiff time be Jubilee; Now, take this learned decree hence, And be away from my townhouse.

32. I keep telling you- I don't have a favourite, And I don't think you believe me, So I keep telling you that I don't have a favourite, But if I did, it would be you, Though I treat you like shit. Oh, but you, here you can appropriate thus- Make manifest destiny through city or plain, And do not swerve for the biome in the rhyzome; That you havn't a head for mandelbrot sets.

33. It's getting technical, and tainted; Lo, forthwith, the rhyzome acknowledges That these claims about the claimants Be unclaimed, And we retract and withdraw the clause And undertake not to make repeat of them, And that means being open, Transparent and respecting The decisions made in this tent, By strangers in secret.

34. So in our submission, when one looks At our learned judge’s direviction, Freedom is an interface, A phantasmic discrepancy- You are doing as you're impelled to do, And you shalln't believe it so, And don't go selling off land.

35. Let anima be the trick That creates the illusion of life, And also that by which To behold it. And if thy brother be waxen without, And his means fall in with thee; Then thou shalt uphold him: As a stranger and a settler, So shall he live among thee. See? All's equal. And by this drystane dyke he Mopeth that fate shouldst be A fickle star, And got on, Uninterested in the plain.

36. Take thou No interest of him either, Ask not - 'Why your god?' Answer not - 'Because it's yours,' Nor - 'And how do you feel The palace of swords wouldst heareth you speak Your truth today?'. Yet there be, still, Within the arc- A falling.

37. Give him no cash Nor victuals against profit; Let him tarry and know Your god is yours alone; Is interstical and Is cut off from all other gods.

38. Else, in thy virtue, how much virtue, Meaneth you your virtue to signal? Me? I saved you, got you this place You havn't got yet; likewise, see? Manifest Destiny fell among the rationale Which led us out of Egypt in the promises, We can but carry it upon our bondsfolk.

39. And here doth he speake Of his mind As alike a torture chamber that hath Gone about something so insane As to totally overwhelm background processors; Thence, pressed into abandon, and A resultant neglect unto the congregation. Each layer, a further latent lexical signifier, And a broader drain on bios, all Ultimately, of it's own derivation, so, You might as well just assume, Where the real answer Is very close To the wrong answer.

40. The book, behoven As logistical playground, Finally spoke its silence, So I take this cardboard box for Some kind of underwater spaceform, As early evidence of animal oblation At the end of the copper age, As serve ye so until Jubilee. Don't be angry with me.

41.Lo, could I do it again And bury the text A full five times deeper yet, Then go out, to my own, And unto, such paternal possession Rest with him and ‘Hmm,' He’d say. - I’ll learn Hebrew, why not?’ and then, -'But I only know of the letters yet.'

42. My servants, as I so rescued ye, So shall ye not be drawn back to slavery Through the study of the methods of history (Historiography) Or the study of historical persons (Historicity) Where, the first few characters are my laws (Halakha) For how to make of a sacrifice, (Qorban) That a standard historical practice, (Ordinal propriety) Differentiating between what happened And what was hearsay is evinced essential, Lo, for as to a poetical artist, the difference is Negligible stroke incommodious, (Unwelcome) and, as Anytime was closer to history than this one, What do you know?

43. Let not some pious forgery Rule o'er your own with a rigor, But fear such a god who, unreasoned, Would teach the people How to eat right and be clean- Denying the biome is within the rhyzome, For, tis naught but an intolerable Bit of shuffling and roguery In the Jerusalem game of the ‘curios. Whence, various colonial archaeologists Would espouse of an erasure That it goes without saying And is thus worth pointing out- Where the particles of rust Were once elementally a part Of the thing which you are oiling, The particles of rust Were once elementally a part Of the thing which you are oiling.

44. Thus, reality, patterned, Might be applied unto, Whereon the actual engaged Behaviour hath gone and is lost; So take the over-arcing Frame, and know, Thither, it is a recreation, And, probably wrong. Then hold for thy merrye bondsmen and bonnymaidswomen, As of whom thou mayest have gained a fancy hereunto; From the nations that are round about thee, Them, shall ye buy of, that they be thy merrye bondmen and maids.

45. Lo, where each of the laws are windows Into the day of their inception, tis Hard to avoid seeing ancient archetypes at work, for- Who shouldst create a law Where there is no need for a law? Moreover, of the children of the strangers That do sojourn amongst you, Go get 'em cheap; tis my land, so your land, Tis usufruct thither, with they as thy possession.

46. And ye may make these folks into hand-me-downs: For them may ye forever take up as your bondsmen and merrymaids; But ever over your brethren, the children of Morningside, Shall ye not rule, as one over another, as with rigor. I'm not seeing the symmetry of central planning here; But lo, for in the game of one-upmanship Thus bade between the Morlocks and Moses; I'd give it to the Olmecs, Then return it to the virus. For the rest, Leviticus decryeth more fraff On how to pink the codes of holiness with examples, So, still I'm rerecounting-

47. In Exodus, God telt Mose how to build the tabernacle As a tent of meaning, Then it was that Leviticus got involved with God's teaching, As Mose blustered about over the lot and set forth his sacrifice From the land over which he cared not a jot, But to extend the part that is virgin and thus, Easily burned, as where, Maybe you left thinking Such be an example of how to priestlilly keep of your offerings, But we're still here, Positing queries to the tabernacle, Of the ways to behave in an uprightly if convoluted manner; And what am I going to do with this story Of a fellow who did all these wonderful things, Sweet hermit, who was a lion,

48. So let it be said, that Moses sacrifices Aaron to God: Leviticus doesn't remember it like that, But this's what is written, thus, will it be brought to happen. And should a strange settler do as you'd do, But to an offshoot of the rhyzome, then Redeem him damn it, you be a branch and brethren; I'm not spilling of what that means. But, Note well what he tells that isn't of story, For, as being without the narrative, So becometh it boring; Except where it's left, Both latent and loaded, With anecdote of sin or else, Suggestion of a fearful violation, As so be set to go off, though not Suchwise, as if left only unto itself- For there be the dispersal of power.

49. And lo, you can ever redeem of yourself with a flip, For poetry is forced, Forced as a rhubarb That I'd rather have, But, de gustibus, no, You shall not take My heart out To dine.

50. And that I shouldn't choose to be The appropriating, racially charged, Misanthrope that I am; which, By dint of a social education, I know, By the pointing out, I'm ok to carry it on, So giveth unto myself the blank slate- As I'm nearly finished anyway.

51. Some reckoning of years tallied by the sevens, As if it, you know; So as not to give him the pleasure... And if that doesn't work, Mathematically, put a fix in. As levity is a sacrifice That relegates the ur-text, So you will understand me; I pretend not To be the inventor Of anything;

But laughter is not so bad.

52. Lo. the corollary- - If I didn't write all this, Then somebody else would, I read, as I read back across it, And my eyes closed, And my head rolled. I've got to stop it.

53. Here watch the usurpation of another, Distastefully, and to yourself. - Sir, you keep your contempt On a high simmer Throughout your every engagement, And turn it up further Wherever you feel opportunity to do so, Whether it should be used thus or else let pass- And done so as to besmirch the other, all because You've the competitive streak that must Be made manifest among such others equally; First to sate, then, take beyond.

54. Otherwise, Jubilee, Else it is up with me on all sides. So it was with Leviticus, Who never said he were a poet, Only that his dreams Meant more to him Than they realistically Should have, and Though he drempt in such a way That he never thought he knew As to where he was, Thus it was always insubstantial, Yet such needst be enough; And that, atleast, he thought he knew.

55. Then find a man Who speaketh of people By their purpose, Himself as his own singer; Whose openness to wisdom Left him always Half an idiot, Where QED is our bible, Where holy might only Fall down to one's discretion, And use its fatal nature To activate the future, as I told you this already. Tis done.

[cutie-bootie-chronicles]

Punishment

I messed up today, again. I've been doing that alot lately. Daddy and I have had a hard time getting on the same page lately and while its for very good reasons, it is not any less frustrating. Rules and expectations have gotten cloudy and while we are both doing our best to stay above water its understandable that things have gotten lost and left behind.

While we are figuring out what is next we have pulled back to 3 basic rules, i send Daddy pictures of my outfits for daily approval, i ask for sodas and I send pictures at bed time. When you write it out it seems so simple but I have been struggling to remember.

Today on my way to lunch I called Daddy to chat and he stayed on the phone with me while I ordered and went back to work. About an hour later I realized I hadn't asked permission for the coke I was sipping on. I texted Daddy right away apologizing but I felt awful and couldn't shake it. Daddy said he understood and he should have said something while we were on the phone and that we were both at fault and I didn't deserve punishment. He could tell I still wasn't okay so he called me to talk about it. While we were on the phone I started crying. This dynamic we have built means more to me then I ever imagined it could and with so few opportunities to engage in it I was devastated I had missed my chance and disappointed him.

While we talked Daddy explained that under normal circumstances neglecting to ask permission would absolutely warrant punishment but based on the situation around our current structure, the abnormality of the routine and the fact he didnt nip it in the butt when he had the chance he didn't feel punishment was warranted. That being said we have had many conversations in the past about how punishment reinforces our roles and shows me that he takes this seriously and that he cares as much as i do and that by choosing not to punish me in this instance did not mean he didn't care.

Here is the thing about a true D/s relationship, at its core its about care, caring for your partner and looking out for their wellbeing in all senses. At that moment, if Daddy had chosen to punish me he would have been well within his rights of our agreed upon power exchange. He chose not to because he recognized that there were unusual circumstances that effected my ability to follow the rules and that had he inflicted punishement it would have caused far more emotional and mental damage to me in that state. By explaining his reasons for choosing not to he reinforced hes care, our connection and our roles. Being a Dominant is more then punishing your submissive when the step out of line, its listening and paying attention and doing all of these things for their ultimate betterment.

We are not perfect, and the future is uncertain but the one thing that I never question is his love and devotion to me. I know that no matter what he will always protect and guide me.

[lunajsstuff]

Happy Birthday to the ultimate pisces Mama in heaven, my mother.

My mother was the ultimate over nurturing pisces mom, wich makes it even more unfortunate that she spent 99% of her life, severely mentally ill, her brain frozen in time at around the ages of 14-16 due to traumatic events, and partially how they handled things back then, northern rural Minnesota about the mid 60s, I'm sure you can imagine how she was treated, everything back then was pretty much the equivalent of a science experiment, and for my mother, it just exaggerated the problem, it would continue on into her 20s when she had me and my little brother, and on into the rest of her life, we didn't understand when we were younger, the things like why does mom have to take a 3 hour shower in scalding hot water and scrub until her skin bleeds? Why will she spend over an hour perfectly straightening the knick knacks in the living room 6 times a day? We later understood that it was severe OCD and anxiety due to her past, there were periods of suicidal rages, and instances where she had built up a plan of what she wanted to do when my dad came home from work, usually go to the store and out to eat ,and if he was tired or had a bad day, she literally would dissolve into a puddle of screaming tears like a 2 year old and would be inconsolable for days, now some people may get the wrong impression about this post, and say it's me talking shit, airing dirty laundry, and they would be so far off. My mother wasn't in control of her mind, she was 100% incapable of controlling her thoughts feelings and emotions, and don't get me wrong, me and my mother had alot of rough years, for one people said a mother and daughter same sign born only days apart, we were too much alike to see past the bullshit, but I always, always, loved my mom. But alot of our issues were created due to her mental illness, and her thought processes, some people will never understand the pain of being around, and watching someone you love suffer, and not being able to help them out of the hole, the worst of course was when my dad died, her entire world exploded, this may sound horrible, please don't take it in a bad way, but, we knew our mother, and by the time those thoughts had been a consideration, we both knew, and honestly felt that she probably would be the first to go, she had health issues, and, we KNEW, she would not survive without him, and when I say that, I mean, for 4 years, 4 YEARS, STRAIGHT, she was 100% inconsolable. Flat out screaming, tears wailing, she lost 30 lbs in a matter of months, she refused to sleep, she refused to go on without him, we were watching her fade away in ultra slow motion,I couldn't watch, we begged her to get help, she refused, but, despite all of these things, my mother in her own way, loved us more than she could possibly explain, even into adulthood she would make us cuddle/hug her and plant kisses on our faces, we always knew she loved us, and for that I'm grateful. I chose those pictures because I felt that they accurately represented her, the ultimate mother and child, and she was ultra feminine as far as her style and taste went, she loved blues and more pastel type colors, almost as if she was stuck in the 80s lol every little tick, or OCD-ness and all, we loved our mom, and we would give anything to have it all back again. I hope she's having a great day up there driving dad nuts lol 😂🥰❤💙💕💜 I really am sorry for the long annoying post, but I guess I just needed to let it out 🤷‍♀️😔😑

[killertoons]

why sonics design feels....off....to me

dont get me wrong its a cute design! and Im not much of a follower of the sonic franchise since I only saw a few Saturday morning cartoons and played the online game as a kid so bare with me here...

and even then everyone has moments where they aren't used to a new design or a redesign and call it out, I just noticed this myself and though it needed to be stated. this isn't calling out sonic or any mentioned franchise as well. these are my opinions and you can disagree with them!

with that lets start with sonics new design-

…..

okay I was going to make a joke but this is where I felt somthing was off so lets go.

first of all, while everyones just going off about missing gloves or weird design choices....his mouth felt odd to me. I couldn't quite place it and though it just wasn't using enough of the squash and stretch cartoon thing to help it, but CGI has been able to do this before...

in the Michael Bays ninja turtles.

see, Donatello screaming looks more believable here (not just because shit was going down either or the fact they pulled his more human qualities out for the designs) and people had SERIOUS issues with their designs, even comparing them to shrek! I should know, I was among the first to do so!

I know, talk about me being a dirty hypocrite. I know its true and Now I actually love the designs, especially Donnie’s!~ 

but back on topic...it wasn't just his mouth that threw me off, although it was a big factor. it was his eyes...or at least where his eyebrows WOULD be.

cause the original design of sonic, lets look at it real quick looksie.

See how his eyes have that specific design that help show off his emotions best? he doesn't have eyebrows in this design either but that weird mold sonic has to help express himself is there! Its similar to how mickey mouse works as well, a rubberhose trick that a lot of designs use today!

even the 3d model sonic still has that to help him express himself!

but I need a better reference then mickey mouse since hes had the design for well over 90′s years...so whos a more recent candidate that has his own CGI movie coming out soon?....

oh HEY BUDDY! 

I see these two compared ALOT recently since they are both video game favorites, although Pikachu is in better favor given the fact the movie is built better around him then sonics and even he had his moment of fear that they would mess up B I G TIME! Dont tell me I’m wrong, I saw yall freakin out over how furry he was...can you imagine if he WASNT?! 

but Pikachu also fits the category of not having eyebrows so lets see how his works over sonics.

lets bring up his picture from the anime!

No I said the anime, not the Gameboy. although brief apperception of fat Pikachu.

Noooo I said the ANIME, NOT the Nitendo 64 Hey you Pikachu game! 

THERE! see not so hard guys...really. 

as you can see, the original Pikachu does not have eyebrows either but because of the big eyes, the overall cute is easier to translate over into CGI.

but LONG STORY SHORT, Sonic threw me off so bad because of his mouth and eyebrow less face. the rest of the design is whatever...thats just me.

[myheroaizawashota]

Ah, I got so excited to see you reopen requests! I really like your writing! I was wondering if an Aizawa x Reader with Eri (possibly also Shinsou) would be okay? Like it’s Eri’s first time in a large mall, and she just wants to see everything with her tiny new family. I have a hard time looking for stuff involving this precious bean, and she needs more love! Thank you again, and keep up the great work!

[oh my god I live for a good dadzawa moment!!! I haven’t done anything like this before so I’m super excited to work on this one! I’m swooning just thinking about writing it ahh!!! Hopefully it turns out well and you like it! Sorry it’s taken awhile to get this out! I really did love writing this one!]

Never in your life did you imagine that Shouta Aizawa would be wandering around a congested mall filled to the brim with teenagers and misbehaving children, yet here he was. While his lips held the same level of disinterest they always did, his eyes seemed a little kinder as the newest addition to your little family sat perched up on his hip, her little arms locked securely around his neck. It was a sight to see. The typically stone cold and chillingly distanced teacher, known for his harsh and unconventionally cruel educational philosophies, looked like the softest of men carrying around the bright eyed six year old. At first she seemed a bit timid, curling herself closer to her father’s shoulder, though with the more children she saw laughing and smiling, the more she herself began to loosen up. You watched her in amazement, lips began to pull into a grin, as the small girl gently grabbed at Aizawa’s face, pressing her palms to either sides of his face, squishing his cheeks together. “Can we go in there?! Look is’ so cool...please can we go please?”

You couldn’t help but snicker at you’re husbands current predicament, he patiently trying to wriggle his way free from the small child’s grip. For someone so tiny, god was she a power house of strength. Hiking the brightly dressed girl up higher on his hip, he raises a brow in protest. “In there? No. Mommy can take you.” He huffed out eyeing down the overly loud store filled with girls similar to Eri’s age running in and out, screaming like little gremlins as they begged and greedily pleaded for their parents to buy the them more and more items.

In all honesty you were fully expecting to hear a no pass your lovers lip. While the small white haired devil had a way with your husbands heart strings, she often getting him to fold into all of her requests, you knew there was no way Shouta Aizawa was going to step foot in a store like that. Aside from the fact it was two of his least favorite things, loud and overpopulated, his deep hatred for shopping was probably the main reason he denied the kid her request. You were shocked enough that by some grace of god Shouta even agreed to come to the mall today, asking for a second miracles in one day would be a stretch.

Pulling her bottom lip firmly over the top, the small child gave a whimper, her eyes filling with fake tears as she gazed miserably up at you’re husband. “I don’t want to go with her. I want to go with you!” She cried. Releasing her arms from Aizawa’s neck, Eri let her arms hug pathetically around her chest as she pouted in rebellion to the others denial.

You knew you shouldn’t have, but you couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the edges of your lips. This child, she was good. Watching in anticipation, both yours and the girls eyes sat waiting for Shouta’s response. Though you, more so than the child, received a warning glare. You couldn’t deny it, you deserved that look, after all you were doing nothing but feeding into the disrespectful behavior the other was portraying. With a soft sigh you held your arms out, fingers clenching and unclenching as you motioned for the other to pass the girl your way. “I don’t think you’re winning this one sweet pea, I think if you wanna go in there it’s gonna have to be with me”

Relieved you were finally working with, not against him, Shouta transfered the fussing ball of disappointment and crocodile tears your way. “I’ll compromise, if you stop acting so immaturely.” Playing along, Eri let her small ear press against your shoulder, hands gripping at your shirt as she buried half her face into your shoulder with a sniffle, waiting for the other to continue. “I refuse to go in...but I will stand outside the store while you two shop. Will that work?” When has this become his life? Aizawa couldn’t believe it. Here he was negotiating with a six year old over something as ridiculous as an accessory store in the mall. This is what girls were like? While Shinsou was no cake walk, some days he’d much rather deal with the temperament of the teenage boy over the grade schoolers sass and attitude. Arms folding sternly over his chest, he rose a brow, eyes locking onto the small child’s. “Well?”

Lulling over her options, the youngen twisted to get out of your arms. Afraid she’d hurt herself, you set her down, watching as her tiny hand slid into his, she giving it a gently shake before nodding her head. Your heart melted in that moment as you watched the corners of Shouta’s lips twitch ever so gently up before flattening out, almost as if nothing even happened. Following behind the two, you watched as your non bilogical daughter dragged the love of your life along, he maintaining his half of the deal and stopping right outside the doors of the pastel purple store. “You have fifteen minutes”

You couldn’t tell if the time limit was for you or for Eri, but regardless you gave a laugh as your palm cupped the others cheek. Lightly you let your finger tips pat the scruffed area, you placing a kiss to the outer corners of his lips. “You won’t even know we’re gone.”

Scrunching her nose Eri looked away she wiggling her body in excitement. “Stop kissing and lets gooooooooo!!”

Not even the stone wall of emotions that was your husband could keep a straight face through that, you grabbing the kids hand dragging her along into the store. “Alright alright! My attentions all yours little sister, let’s go exploring!”

The two of you wandered the seemingly small store, for well over your aloted fifteen minutes. It was growing apparent to Aizawa the two of you were doing more than just “looking” around the store. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tried to keep his patience, he only imagining what the two of you would be walking out of the store with. To his amazement, you two returned only twenty minutes over his original time limit, just one average sized bag in each of your hands. With a tested glare, his eyes met yours, you shrugging your shoulders as you mouthed an apology his way. You couldn’t help yourself, it wasn’t so often you saw the typically timid and relcused child so happy. Aizawa couldn’t remain mad though, the instant the small typically quiet child raced her way over to him beaming from ear to ear, he could understand how you’d let yourself splurge just a little on the child. Kneeling down to her level, he watched as she slapped the bag into his knee, lips exposing the cutest full smile as she shoved her hands in the bag recklessly. “Look what I got!” She squealed retrieving a black studded set of cat ears from the bag, she sloppily setting them on her father’s head, he cringing as she jabbed the edges of them into the tender parts of his head located behind his ears. He knew it was unintentional but still, it hurt.

Deciding to help her along, he let his hands take hold of the wire head piece, humming as he let his eyes roll up in an attempt to glance at them. “Are they for me?”

Almost offended by the question the girl, god bless her, fired back with the same attitude you often displayed “well duh! Mommy got her own, and so did I! We even got a pair for Shinsou!”

Bowing his head in attempt to hide a stifled chuckle, he took the bag from Eris hands, shaking his head softly. If you’d ever asked the aloof and typically stoic pro hero if he imagined his life to be anything like this, he wouldn’t have even acknowledged the idea. While the thought that his life would go something like this never occurred to him, he was more than happy things did turn out this way. After being blessed with you, he didn’t think he’d be so lucky as to be blessed not once, but twice more in his life. With his lips pressing tightly together as he pushed himself back to his feet, he let a hand drop for the girl to grab onto, she tightly taking a hold of it. “That was thoughtful of you. Though why am I the only one wearing my ears? I feel out of place.”

Smiling, Eris free hand tugged at your side, those ruby eyes of hers sparkling in a way you’d never seen before. It melted your heart. Humming you looked down her way. “Whats up baby girl?”

“I want my ears so daddy doesn’t feel so alone! And you have to wear yours too!!!” She exclaimed all but jumping and tugging on both your shirt and Shouta’s hand as she did so.

Laughing, you placed a palm on the top of her head steadying her body as you shuffled through the bag of toys and accessories, detagging and setting the holographic blue cat ears on her head. “See would you look at that! I Told you these ones would match your outfit perfectly.”

The smile you received in return was everything you needed in this world. You never thought you could love a child that wasn’t your own this much, but here you were head over heels for this little girl. You knew both you and your husband would do anything to make this little girl happy. While she wasn’t born from the fruits of your marriage, you both knew she was right were she belong in this family. Your family. Leaning over you kissed the top of her head, hand stealing hers up into your own. Had anyone told you that you’d be the mother to two outcasted children, you’d never believe them, but you were happy with the little make shift family you and Shouta has built together. Maybe one day you two would consider growing it more, but for now things were perfect as they were and you wouldn’t change a thing.

BONUS:

[I feel Shinsou wouldn’t have wanted to go to the mall with the family. However!!!! I do think Eri giving him the cat ears when she gets home is absolutely precious so hers a little dribble]

Shinsou’s eye gave a slight twitch as his adopted sibling struggled to stretch her arms high enough over the others head, she desperate to get the set of cat ears she’d bought on his body. Fussing, she jumped repeatedly in an attempt to slip them onto the others head, “Shinsoooou put them on!! I bought them especially for you! You have to wear them” she pouted.

Annoyed by the smaller girls antics, he gently held her at an arms length, sighing in frustration as his eyes flickered between yours and Aizawa’s, the look on his face practically screaming ‘seriously? I have to do this?’. Humming Shouta made his way lazily over to the youngest of the two kids. Lifting her up under his arm almost effortlessly, the father of two, teacher of twenty sighed as he hauled the small girl away “we’ve talked about respecting other people’s boundaries, if Shinsou doesn’t want to wear them, he doesn’t have to.”

Tears welding in the small girls eyes, she looked back at Shinsou, the head band falling from her finger tips in defeat. She knew it was stupid, but she wanted the family to feel connected, even if it was with just cat ears. Tears falling as she cried, she rubbed her wrist roughly against her eyes “I was only trying to help!”

Aizawa sighed and repositioned the now crying girl onto his hip kissing her forehead as he carried her off into the other room. “stop crying, it’s okay. No body’s upset with you. Just take a deep breath and relax.” He didn’t want her tears to escalate to a point he’d have to deploy his quirk on the girl. His eyes were already tired as he was exhausted from the days activities, the last thing he wanted was to have to use his quirk.

Sighing and feeling dirty for making his sister cry, Shinsou scooped up the stupid cat ears. The things he did for this kid, it was unreal. Slipping them onto his head, he slowly made his way after the others. “Eri....thank you for the gift...i appreciate it” he sighed hand rubbing through the purple strands of hair resting at the base of his neck. “I’m sorry i was being a jerk....it’s just been a long day and i didn’t want to be climbed all over alright? I should have said something.”

Clutching her arms tightly around Shouta’s neck, she pressed her cheek into her father’s shoulder sighing. “Okay...I’m sorry i climbed on you Shinsou...i hope your night gets better...I’ll see you tomorrow morning...I wish you were at the mall with us today. I missed you. Maybe then you’re day would have been much much better.”

A smile tickled the corners of the teenagers lips, he nodding his head in agreement. “Yeah maybe....” She could be annoying, but he loved the kid. He knew she meant well after all.

[andymull]

WWE Wrestlemania 36 - Preview & Predictions

Heeeeeyyyyy heeeeeeeyyyyyy its Wrestlemania....fighting to survive....

............. Coronavirus, social distancing, injuries, sickness, poor booking, late booking changes, trying to get people to pay $60 on PPV instead of free on the Network, etc etc etc

Brock Lesnar (c) vs Drew McIntyre: WWE Championship Match

I really really feel for Drew here, probably the most out of anyone on the show with the lack of an audience as well as the lack of crowds being able to watch in Scotland in bars at the Hooked On Wrestling events, as they would have been SUPERB for both atmosphere and something they would show constantly on tv after the win.

But no, sadly instead of holding this off till later in the year we still have to proceed and deal with it, gutted.

I feel this match could go 25 minutes long and be one of Brock’s longest matches for awhile, in them asking Brock to make Drew look THE STAR in beating him and beating him well. Plus, they cant have both this AND the Goldberg match go less than 5 minutes.....can they?

Wish they would have gone OTT with this and had it filmed at Lesnar’s ranch and be falls count anywhere, Drew turns up saying nothing will stop him from winning the title so he’s there to claim his prize on Brock’s turf. Then gone made fighting around the farm, oh well there’s other matches on this show that will seemingly be booked to shit.

Drew wins, they need to make sure he then moves into feuds with big names and wins clean each time to really invest it all into Drew and see what happens - MCINTYRE

Goldberg (c) vs Braun Strowman: WWE Universal Championship Match

What is there to be said here, Roman had to drop out because they stupidly had him around sick people with his health past, they decide to replace him with Braun who last month lost his title to Sami Zayn, not to mention they didnt even announce it till Smackdown last night without even mentioning Reigns by name after having HHH announce earlier in the week it would be done in an interesting way.............

This should go short with ideally Braun going over, have Bill take the lead hitting all his offense, big spear then as he goes to lift him for the Jackhammer he cant lift him and Strowman bursts out of it hits his finish and pins him clean while in monster mode.

Braun starts the big push from nowhere while at the same time this leaves it open for Goldberg to potentially come back for a rematch, as he didnt have anytime to prepare for Strowman and his game-plan for the bout. Not that I want Bill always around the title scene when he turns up but if they can get Braun going over him clean twice it really helps out a current full time guy under contract WHAT A CLEVER IDEA THAT WOULD BE!!! lol - STROWMAN

The Undertaker vs AJ Styles

I really have no desire to see Taker in a big singles match at Wrestlemania or any other big show ever again, let alone it being in a match with AJ who could have an awesome match with most others on the card. This match should really have turned into the OC vs Taker/Aleister Black if they HAD to go with these guys together, the rub that would have given Black would have been MASSIVE!! Imagine the innovative entrance they could have come up with for both guys together, truly letting Taker pass his aura across to someone new....just goosebumps thinking of how they would look....but nope.

Instead we end up with a feud built around shoot promos about Takers wife doing AJ’s Styles Clash finisher.....

The worst part is that I see Taker going over, not sure if it was confirmed but it was mentioned he’d have 2 others with him who most likely will turn the tide of the match, dont get your hopes up for Black here instead, im guessing its Kane and Big Show....seriously....please be wrong - UNDERTAKER

John Cena vs The Fiend Bray Wyatt

I really wish if they are going to bring back guys who haven't been on the road full time then PLEASE bring them back with a solid storyline that makes sense and that’s been built up for awhile to make sense.....not this. Truthfully they need to build these matches with the sole purpose of having the other guys who could/should have been the spot to be able to turn around and say, ‘you know what, this makes alot of sense and will be great so I cant hold it against them and moan’. Honestly that’s all it needs.

And secondly they really are lucky there wont be a live audience there for the match, the cheers the Fiend would have received over Cena would have drove them wild in editing after trying to build Bray as the crazy heel.

After dropping the title Bray NEEDS the big win here to keep his aura something they can use well, the more they have him lose the quicker that appeal will drop, and for me with Wyatt that doesn't mean he can take loses as long as he isnt pinned like others can ANY loss hurts someone who can teleport (?!?!) - WYATT

Edge vs Randy Orton: Last Man Standing

Edge is the guy in second place behind Drew for me feeling gutted there wont be an audience around for this, imagine coming back after years away and the thought you could never wrestle again through fear of dying then finding you CAN wrestle again.........only to be risking it all in an empty building.....FUCKS SAKE!

This should be great and given the time to have the emotional side of it pour out strong, we should be getting Edge taking a beating to the point that Beth will come out to support him then have her feelings develop to the point she will want him to stay down and stop the pain. Yeah this will be great - EDGE

Becky Lynch (c) vs Shayna Baszler: Raw Women’s Championship Match

I dont think the result should be in question here, Shayna HAS to win and go on a dominant run with the belt, ideally booking Becky to come back in contention for SummerSlam to rematch.......sadly everything's in the air with the world.

For me, and remember those words, Becky’s reign has been abit of a meh fest in-ring, apart from the Sasha bouts, and the extra focus on her has highlighted her ring work which really isnt the strongest part of her game (Not saying she’s terrible at all, but could she please drop the awkward leg drop from the ropes lol). At the same time alot of that is down to how she’s booked as management seem to go on a few months run of wanting the women to be the main focus, then quickly changing their mind and dropping it back massively. Also, the lack of depth with the women’s division's is a problem with them being split over the shows, same with the men to a degree and is the reason we see feuds get dragged and dragged for months, with less women it means we hardly get anything that feels fresh which needs to be key - BASZLER

Lacey Evans vs Sasha Banks vs Bayley (c) vs Tamina vs Naomi - Smackdown Women’s Championship Fatal 5 Way Match

What a mess this is, I have no desire to see Banks/Bayley again for at least another 5 years...........but id much prefer that to having Tamina suddenly dragged on tv and put into the title picture. I get that the roster like her and she’s probably a really nice person to be around and supports the other women massively when needed, but for a viewer she brings NOTHING and hasn't for YEARS, all she’s doing is taking up a roster spot that someone way more deserving could be in from NXT for example. And yes, ive seen the random accounts on Twitter hoping she wins the title............jeez

Wouldn't have a problem with any of the other women taking the win here, sucks that Dana had to pull out as she has really shown improvements the past few months and deserved her place here easily - BANKS 

Rhea Ripley (c) vs Charlotte: NXT Women’s Championship Match

So we definitely are back to saying ‘women’s’ champion again are we? They dropped it the other month but seem to have quickly gone back to it.

Big match for NXT here getting a Mania slot, I really hope that Charlotte doesn't get the win and belt but her winning opens up more fresh options for the future on the women’s division on the show. As long as Charlotte doesn't keep doing her thing of wearing massive heels in-ring to show how much bigger she is to everyone else, for some random reason it annoys me and doesn't need to even be done.

I feel if Charlotte does win the title they will very quickly move another NXT star over to Raw/Smackdown to replace her or hype a new debut upto the draft which MAY be soon - CHARLOTTE

Kevin Owens vs Seth Rollins

The problem with having so many matches at Wrestlemania is that one like this goes so far under the radar its criminal, both guys are great and can pull out something special for the big show....not sure they get the time they will want even with a two night show. This feud will most likely continue so dont worry about who goes over - ROLLINS

Sami Zayn (c) vs Daniel Bryan: Intercontinental Championship Match

Exactly the same as the match before and even more so, a quality match that probably wont get the most time but will be a really fun ride to be on - ZAYN

Jimmy Uso vs John Morrison vs Kofi Kingston: Smackdown Tag Team Title Ladder Match

Yeah dont ask, they had to remove the Miz as he had Coronavirus symptoms but still wanted to do the ladder stipulation...

Honestly the tag division has to be up there for the most stale division in the company, similar to what I said about the women having the Uso’s and The New Day in a match in any combination is just soooooo over done.

Last month I predicted Morrison and Miz to retain and drop the titles tonight but now I hope they keep them, then drop them to Heavy Machinery as soon as they can - MORRISON

The Street Profits (c) vs Austin Theory & Angel Garza: Raw Tag Team Championship Match

Love the SP’s but this really isnt needed in the slightest, I guess the next few matches will be exactly the same. - STREET PROFITS 

Elias vs The Baron King

Exactly - Elias

Aleister Black vs Bobby Lashley

Please have Black go over quick - BLACK

Otis vs Dolph Ziggler

At last a match that deserves its spot on the card, a long term story that’s been developed well and is building to more with the stakes changed down the road. Easily an Otis win with Mandy ending up in his arms for the big smooch - OTIS

The Kabuki Warriors (c) vs Alexa Bliss & Nikki Cross: WWE Women’s Tag Team Championship Match

Lets throw the titles we’ve forgotten about on the show too!! Feel for all the women that have been around the title scene here since the belts came into existence, so much promise over multiple brands that went NOWHERE! - CROSS/BLISS

Kick Off Matches

Drew Gulak vs Cesaro

I think Gulak sneaks the win out with his TECHNIQUE!!! - GULAK

Natalya vs Liv Morgan

I hope Liv picks up the win and they give her more tv time and focus, Nattie winning doesnt really do much for anyone apart from her - MORGAN 

2 nights, lots of matches, lots of things not needed get ready to be mildly hyped!!!

Enjoy

Bye for now

Andy

[nixalegos]

With Good Intentions

AUTHORS NOTE: I put a read more, as this story blurb has alot of squick in it, and it’s also likely my LONGEST story to boot, and nobody wants their dashboard cluttered up. Body horror, death, all that. Darker then usual for me, maybe not for most of you, but wanted to give the heads up anyway.

Somewhere in Jade Forest

“Never had to knock to be let in before, why is the whole town locked up and boarded?” He asked as he was finally let inside. “Oh, we’ve got troubles.” The barkeep said with his warbling tone, the Jinyu who owned the joint coming to double lock the door behind the familiar warlock. “One of the gatherers came back running, saying a dark ripple was spiralling in an open field, not less than half a day away.” They explained. “A dark portal? Is that why the call came out for the willing to get to the Vale of Eternal Blossoms? Are void portals forming on Pandaria? What of the Shado-Pan, surely you called for their help.” The hooded elf said as he pulled back a chair at the bars slightly damp counter. “Oh sure, sure, the mayor did...but they didn’t say when they’d be able to help.” Nix considered, the Shado-Pan were notoriously curt and dismissive of outsiders, and not without reason...and if a general call for -anyone- to come aid the Golden Fields...it was likely Pandarias shadowy defenders were already out-manned and unable to respond to something as petty as a small village way out on the coast. The hooded man looked at the Jinyu who for the first time since he met them, nervously washed and cleaned a glass, over and over. Such expressions had only recently been seen, the fear of the Sha manifesting from such negative emotions more than enough reason to suppress such displays in the past. “We’re just a fishing village..” “Tell you what, I’ll go check it out, make sure nothing crawled out, see if I can’t close it.” “You will?!” The jinyu replied, hope in their tone. “Sure, and in exchange, you have an order of that fried calamari waiting for me, alright?”

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“Oh hells, thats a larger portal then I expected.” Nix said outloud. “I’m measuring seven by six, and it’s stable.” He said as he clamped the spyglass shut to look over to where his Shivarra was still cloaked by magic. “But no cultists, no monsters...no ritual implements. Thoughts?” “Reality is weaker than you imagined, and whatever is going on in this Valley you were suppose to head to is a dire situation that is starting to spill out as far as out here, like ripples in water.” He grumbled and looked back they way they’d come, to the lush rich healthy greens that gave the forest its name. Then back towards the portal. “I keep my bargains.” “You should abandon such foolishness.” Nix considered the demons chastisement, then looked back again. “What better way to cause havoc then opening a second front with only civilians in your way? If a single void creature crawls out via this hole who knows what ruin they’ll bring after finding it. No. I’m shutting it down.” He said with an air of finality. “How, you said it was stable?” The demon said as it strode after its master. “I’m going to go in and sabotage whatever is keeping it open on the other side. There’s nothing out here powering it.” “You are not one of the Faithful, you’ll go mad.” The demon stated. Nix scoffed. “Still think the Big S had the right idea huh? Protected you from the nightmares? Weird to think we actually share an enemy.” “My first coven sisters died being dragged into such a portal, I am not following suit to die along a mortal fool I want to gut myself.” The demoness snarled with contempt dripping in its voice. “I can’t summon Negatrax to hold this end. Anyone else who stumbles on this portal with a Voidlord standing guard might do something stupid. You at least can’t be seen and the portal is still more a curiosity than a threat, and Vilynn would throw herself to follow me, which does me little good if the portals set to close behind me.” He explained. “So what is your plan?” The demon countered. “I jump in, destabilize it just on the other side. If it starts to close early, you reach in, and pull me out.” “And if there is the might of the Void on the other side?” “Then I leap out and we warn the village to evacuate.” Nix looked over himself, gauntleted hands roaming over his gear, double and triple checking his armaments. “Ok. Here goes nothing.” He stepped forward.

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Somewhere....Other

He was expecting shadows. Nightmares. Monsters. What he wasn’t expecting was stone walls that seemingly reached higher than the sky. He wheeled around..only to be met with another wall boxing him in. There was no portal to jump out by. “Oh fuck me.” He swore to himself as he realized he just how much trouble he might be in. He raised his hands, fingers curling as he sought to cast his own magics back to the real world. And nothing happened. He reached for his emergency teleporter. It wouldn’t turn on. His dimension rippers too bore no power. Even his hearthstone lacked its normal cooling blue glow. He was stuck. He turned around and slowly, carefully made his way down that seemingly unending corridor.

Hours passed. Even his pocket watch, the first gadget he’d built and been proud of had frozen still. He tried to keep time by counting in his head. He soon realized that the hall bore an end, but it was a maze, an oubliette, lefts and rights and over again.

Hours turned to days by his best guess, and it wasn’t until hunger drove him so that he made due with lichen that clung to those too high walls, and fetid water that pooled in low spots on the stone floors to soothe his thirst. He gagged, his body tried to hurl it back up, but it clung and slid into his gullet like lead. But it wasn’t enough after the week mark. 

Even starving, he walked, he was half tempted to chew some of his own flesh clean off, if it meant keeping the hunger down long enough to get out. Something had to be keeping him here, something had to be aware enough to keep his magics and means from working.

That was when the torture started. Light filled his vision. Colors that were -wrong- somehow. Colors the warlock had never seen before, never considered possible danced and strobed and cavorted inside his eyes, penetrating his thoughts, and as he discovered as he tried to sleep, his dreams. His hands covered his eyes and it did nothing. He slammed his head against the wall for unconsciousness and it did nothing, even as he felt his blood running down his face still those foul colors were all around him, forcing him to walking by feeling the closest wall for support. ‘Do you remember how many of our Eyes you blinded?’ A voice just like Nix’s said in his mind. The warlock, throat too dry to scream gave a dry hack, and he fell to the stone floor as his vision returned after days of being flooded with light. He sputtered and tried to push himself up, tried to blink the memory of those awful distortions away.

The sound of a hundred hundred goblin designed cannons went off next to his head when he realized he couldn’t cry, leaving him falling back onto the stone floor. ‘Do you remember the words you silenced from the mouths of our Speakers?’ That voice said, louder now. Loud discordant sounds flared and whizzed and banged in staccato misrhythm. Worse was when they stopped, and snarls and chattering sounds of claws scraped along the floor behind him, half starved warlock limping his way faster despite how tired he was. He didn’t want to stop and let the sounds catch up to him, knowing in his heart it was worse then moving forward. Time passed, and Nix shuffled his way onto stone colder than the crispest mountaintop. The air so frigid his breath spooled out in white waves, and his lungs hurt from trying to take it in. Only to stumble into a literal oven. Despite the fact the stone corridor never changed, showed no heat distortions, he knew his flesh was cracking from the temperature. ‘Do you remember how many of our hands you broke?’ The voice taunted now.

“I’ll kill you.” The warlock whispered between cracked and bleeding lips, still going forward despite the effort.

A day, or a month had passed. It was impossible to tell when he stumbled upon the others. A woman holding two bundles in her arms stood with her back to him. Despite knowing it was a trick. Despite knowing it would hurt him he reached up, tried to call out, to hail them.

The woman turned around, both it, and the ‘children’ it held were faceless. Nix stopped then, paralyzed on his journey for the first time at the otherness they radiated. A sickening parody of something that itched in the back of his mind, like Deja Vu. The children melded into piles of bloodied jelly and teeth as the thing pretending to be a woman glowed from the center of her forehead, red hot. Its skin turning to ash around the new thumb sized hole in its head, flaking away and floating towards him. He tried to lift his arms up to cover his face, but his gauntlets were too heavy for him now to react in time. He could only meekly sputter to keep the remains off his lips and chin. ‘Yes, kill is all you do isn’t it.’ The voice said again. ‘It’s all you ever wanted to do.’ The stone floor and high walls suddenly weren’t. He was free falling, his ash covered limbs splayed helplessly. Even the dark was wrong, the inky blackness he was streaking down was off color, echos of that first torture glimpsed in that midnight that he prayed was delusions brought on by adrenaline, the oily rainbow caught in a storm drain. ‘If you do not serve us, then we will hollow you out...and let the new you crawl out.’ That voice boomed in mocking parody of Nix’s own. He was falling faster now. Dust perhaps, slapped and strung across his paper thin skin to leave dots of his blood trailing behind him. His robes slowly, grew tattered, flecked, ripped by the micro impacts of invisible objects too tiny to possibly see. If they even existed. ‘We will give you purpose.’ The voice Nix couldn’t tell was his own head or not said as he landed in water. He knew he tried to scream as his legs broke upon impact the pain had been so great. ‘We will fill you with vision’. The escaping content of his lungs was the only screen he had from a sickening gaunt face staring back from those liquid depths. Its eyes a frenzied red, but its face...was the same one Nix had seen in every mirror, but drained, withered and thin. A mockup of flesh and skin that clung cheaply to the bone under it, but not mistakable for anyone else. ‘We will give share our words with you to speak’. A tendril of mightnight the color of oil slithered up and pried the warlocks mouth open, its tip gripping his tongue. He felt pincers cut his frenulum and insect like legs crawled along the inside of his mouth from that oily tentacle. He wanted to thrash. He wanted to fight back. Some instinctive animal part of him tried. Other whip thin shadows now raced up to join the first, hideous abominations of tendril and eyeless piranha and beetles, coiled and bit into his flesh. Each one nibbling and devouring in tiny all too painful bites from sphincter like mouths with too many teeth. ‘You cannot fathom how long we have waited for this’ The voice spoke so loudly in his mind he couldn’t think straight. ‘You’ve barely touched what eternity feels like’. Nix’s eyes widened in horror as he tasted meat upon his tongue as one tendril burrowed into his stomach with a sickening glee that wasn’t his own. He was being fed the taste of his own entrails, and the enjoyment the tendrils had for it. He couldn’t even weep nor drown properly as that gaunt face floated closer, more flush with stolen vitality. You will soon be me, don’t struggle. It’s not as if a single soul would have ever come to rescue -you-.’ That self same voice said smugly. He lacked the strength to even bite down on the crawling horror filling his mouth, no last biting remarks, no threats. He felt himself convulsing from the pain the bites and their psychic torment was inflicting, that sick gooey rush of pleasure from his own flesh. He was going to die here, alone, forgotten at best… And at worst another monster to be killed on the other side. A strong hand gripped him by the shoulder, narrowly by chance alone not grabbing where a tendril dug in, hauled with infernal strength. The gaunt face contorted in sheer rage and bellowed “NOOOOOOO” as Nix was dragged out. The shivarra grunted as she retched her...screaming, convulsing, sweating master from the closing portal to the glades lush floor, the shadowy edges of manifested darkness swallowing upon itself shut. Only to look and see he was throwing up what looked like coffee grounds...and a thin line of blood from his nose. Every one of his gadgets blaring in warning, discharging and failing and then she realized as Azeroth faded from their perception, his grip on her the only link she had to Azeroth, that she was back in the Nether…what had happened? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Jade Forests northern climbs was rustled with a cool breeze and the occasional falling leaf. The corpse, clad in dark purple robes laid there undisturbed until pin pricks of light started to show in the sky. The corpse coughed, sputtered, and wretch on itself as what was dead by foresight of magic alone brought it back to the world of the living. He tried to scream as he awoke, but could do little more then empty the contents of his stomach onto himself, and collapse on his side into the pile of dried long dead grass that encircled him. He spat his mouth clear of backwashed acid, and reached for his stomach...where he was whole, even his robes, despite their foulness, was still intact. The man lay there, and tentatively checked the rest of his body between breaths. He rolled over back onto his back and sat up, looking at the nearby corpse of dead trees near the glades edge that met the dead circle he sat in. He reached up and snapped, a flicker of will behind it as hellish fire lit between forefinger and thumb, and was just as quickly dismissed. His tools, intact, but mostly useless. Everything that had boasted a battery was drained. The warlock came to lay back down, grip the dead grass and leaves between his fingers and idly tossed a small handful of them up. He wanted to cry, to scream in rage, to burn everything around him to cinders and soot...but he needed to know. So he dragged himself, half pushing with solid legs up til he back was against the tree, and called upon his only witness to ask a single question. “How long…” He asked as soon as his summon went off. “What do you mean how long, you didn’t go anywhere.” The demon replied. “Didn’t...go?” The warlock asked as his blood ran cold and his stomach dropped. “You leapt in, the portal started to close, I pulled you out. Three, maybe four seconds. Then you seemingly suffered a heart attack, a stroke, and suffering from hypothermia and you died? What happened in there?” The warlocks reply was a half mad laugh, that broke into sobs as he slid onto his side. “Well, get up, you’ve your calamari to collect.” The demon said exasperated. The warlock threw up again in reply. He didn’t leave the glade until the morning light.