#IF YOU MAKE A JAR JOKE YOU'RE DEAD

[wisteriasymphony]

claudia funko pop

yeah

[crows-of-buckets]

I think romancing Lucanis as a crow is specifically fun bc like.

Imagine you're one of the other talons. Some whelp fucks up a mission to get rid of the antaam, and yet for some reason Viago doesn't kill them (you know he has a soft spot for that crow, his little protege, but you don't mention it. They're out of the way, that's all that matters right now). You go on with your life.

The First Talon dies. You and the other talons gather to watch one of her grandchildren take her place (you never did think Illario would end up in her shoes. He somehow managed to prove you wrong). Suddenly this Crow who fucked up that one job busts in with Lucanis "demon of Vyrantium" dellamorte with them. The two of them take down Illario (they work together so smoothly, like they've done it all their lives. Lucanis threatens to kill Illario over hurting them. You hear Teia cheering them on. You're too busy killing venatori to think about it). Afterwards, the previous first talon whom you thought was DEAD walks in, and names Lucanis first talon. Instead of making his own decision on what to do with his cousin, Lucanis asks the de riva crow what he needs to do?? And listens to what they have to say??

Okay weird. It's whatever, maybe they have good advice (you doubt it. They REALLY fucked up that job). You later find out that Lucanis took a job for them, and you explain his weird behavior away with that. You move on with your life.

Fast forward a few months, Lucanis Dellamorte has killed a god. So has Rook de Riva, the little shit who fucked up the job??? They also possibly killed/tricked/convinced ANOTHER god?

At some gathering of the talons you make a joke about someone needing to assassinate them before their ego gets too big. Suddenly you have not one, but THREE talons threatening to take you out. Viago and Teia you can kind of understand, but Lucanis??? This is where you find out that APPARENTLY Lucanis and rook are a thing. You just threatened the first talon's partner TO HIS FACE.

This random little asshole from house de Riva has THREE different talons wrapped around their finger. Do you know how jarring that has to be for the other talons??? It's so funny to me idk. Rook de Riva and their murder of talons

[remember-the-fanfics]

Gen-Z!Overlord!Reader

• Died at 18, been in hell for a few years.

• Came in after Alastor disappeared, just before Vaggie showed up.

• You were never one to follow what everyone else did. Killing, drugs, theft, or porn.

• Kept to yourself for a few months, getting use to being dead and in hell.

• Accidentally became an Overlord after you killed one in self defense.

"In my defense, she was like super creepy and an asshole. A big one."

• The souls were free but you kept your new territory nice so they didn't leave.

• You made jobs and kept the housing in better shape, only made deals to help souls.

• Gave them a job, house, and protection. You give them a limit of a few years of the deal and if they don't mind it, they can renew it.

"Well I don't want to force them to do something, its rude."

• In return, they keep your territory nice, clean, and less violent than most. Work the jobs you made and protect your little town.

• There's been occasions were you trade souls to other overlords, either the soul did something against them or just an asshole.

• The time on the contract would restart

• To every other overlord, you are a child with a knife and to much power.

• You demolished another overlord because they thought you were weak and tried to destroy you territory.

"You ass eatting bitch-"

• You let others fight for new open territory because you're fine with what you have.

• Panicked when you got invited to an Overlord meeting.

• Apparently you had enough power to be one, then you realized you actually were one.

• It was awkward to meet the most of the overlords. Not knowing who you were to begin with.

"This is for overlords only."

"Oh, I'm (Y/n). I got invited."

• Chatted with Rosie before and after it.

• Camilla likes how you run your territory but you seem so young.

• Did apologized afterwards, introducing you to her daughters, apparently you were around the same age.

• Zestial wanted to know how you took over you territory, interested on how you did it.

• You've only meet Velvette because you need some clothes. She recognized you as the up and coming overlord.

• Throwing the clothes you had in your hands away, saying you need to be in the best lastest trend of clothes.

• You were now stuck having a fashion show as she decided what look good on you.

• While not enjoying all the clothes she had you try on, you kept being nice having conversation when she wasn't yelling at everyone else.

• Velvette learned that you were around the same age so she decided that you were acquainted enough to have her number.

• Apparently it wasn't optional for you.

• You brought back way to much clothes for one person, atleast now you have style.

• Chaotic neutral energy

• Charlie meet you after she heard that you improved a part of hell, wasn't expecting someone so young looking.

"Dying just after I turned 18 just means I look young forever."

• Laughing at your own dark humor.

"Ha...ha.

• Charlie did not find it as funny.

• Told you about the hotel idea and you were right on board.

• Thought it was a good way to stick it to the man and help people.

• Vaggie was surprised when Charlie brought back a child.

• More surprised that you're the Overlord that Charlie wanted to meet with.

• Definitely said Vaggie's name wrong for the first time reading it.

• Meeting Angel Dust after he decided to crash at the hotel.

• Not knowing what he was known for but definitely heard his name from someone.

"You're a kind of actor?"

"Of the sorts."

• After you heard what he was famous for.

"Well, he'll do him and I'll do me but never do each other."

• There was an awkward silence of confusion from everyone.

• Having to explain every reference you make.

• Vaggie made jar for everytime you make a dark joke.

• Charlie has asked you why you were in hell. You shrugged, never living a truly bad life but probably just too chaotic for heaven to handle.

• You leave every few days to check back in your little town to make sure everything was running smoothly.

• You know when something happens, feeling the souls you own in a panic.

• Having to let everyone remember why you were in charge a couple of times.

• Either with your words or actions.

• Luckily Rosie just adores your mannerisms and how you don't completely turn away from her with what or who she eats.

"You could say the food was to die for!"

• She finds your dark humor funny.

• So she keeps an eye out for you, sending letters to you every few days.

• You vist her every other week to just chat, she tells you about easy territories that you could get. You say you would rather show up some punks than have more responsibility with more souls.

• Offers food everytime, you say no thanks everytime.

• Rosie would tell you all the tea about the other overlords or her own town.

• Yay! You have an allie with an another overlord by being friends.

• Also with offering truly worse souls sometimes. On a rare occasion.

• Rosie knowing when you offer a soul to her, she would take her time with it. Enjoying every bite.

• Anyway- Sinners would come up to asking for deal when they are completely down on their luck.

• But whats following a couple of rules for free house and job.

• You give them enough warning before you would shake hands then saying you would know if they even thought of fucking your shit up.

• Putting an add for Charlie's hotel in your territory.

• Charlie almost hugged you to death after seeing it.

• When Alastor showed up, the two of you would have a intense staring contest.

• He wasn't expecting another overlord here, oh wait, you're new.

• Alastor not actually taking the hotel serious, pissed you off but he was more powerful.

• Charlie having to keep you and Vaggie from trying to fight him.

"I didn't know there was a new overlord! Charmed to meet you. Whose territory was up for grab?"

"She was a bitch-."

"I know who exactly you speak of, that's good. She never had any manners."

• Watching him summon Husk and Niffty and was shocked.

• Tried it and summoned one of your workers.

• Excited that it worked! Apologetic for interrupting their day.

"Ah ha! It worked! Oh shit it worked! Sorry!"

• You and Niffty vibe on a similar level. Charmingly violent.

• Vaggie has to make sure either of you give the other one a bad idea to do.

• Husk question your age when you went to the bar. Making you do the math.

"Well I died at 18, it's been a few years so old enough."

• Gave you a hard drink which you spit out after tasting.

• You decide hard alcohol wasn't for you.

• Knowing how technology was when you died making you the most technical advance Sinners in the hotel.

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That's enough for now, just a thought I had when working.

[calliesmemes]

IN-CHARACTER QUOTES FROM DISCORD

UNHINGED SENTENCE STARTERS FEATURING THINGS SAID BY MYSELF AND MY FRIENDS WHILE WRITING AS OUR MUSES IN A CRACK-BASED NONCANON GROUP CHAT. This post is dedicated to Em, Liz, Tanny, Nellie, Mel, Ange, and everyone else in the server who recognizes these quotes — you know who you are 😈

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

“   Have you forgotten that you should not steal someone’s property? ”

“   I could slap that smug look off his face right now! ”

“   Your ears are a lie. ”

“   Woah woah that's - that's a bad word. ”

“   I don’t know if it’s allowed and quite frankly I don’t care. Fuck the rules. ”

“   Time for gremlin activities! ”

“   I hate this man. Let's prank him. ”

“   We are all going on strike today I swear ”

“   Looks like I need to invest in a kid leash. ”

“   DONT BE COWARDS!! JOIN THE STRIKE!! ”

“   I support her saying what needs to be said! I am done with the silencing of women!!!! ”

“   I like the dramatics. ”

“   I did not ask for a second opinion. ”

“   You seem to be doing a great job at being a nuisance. ”

“   NO BITING MY EMPLOYEES! ”

“   do you want me to bring you cheese? ”

“   Next move, start chewing on the door frames ”

“   I like crumbs. They are like a little midnight snack in my bed at night. ”

“   if he wants to be a worm, LET HIM BE A WORM ”

“   the rest of you suck my toe ”

“   To be fair I am simply vibing. ”

“   I am going to commit a war crime! ”

“   I am manifesting being happy. ”

“   Am I gonna talk shit WITH you guys? because im down to talk shit about pretty much anyone ”

“   Who says? We shall revolt without question. ”

“   Let's just start burning stuff. ”

“   Did you just call me... small? ”

“   Can I convert you with my kazoo propaganda? ”

“   We were radicalised by The Little Mermaid. ”

“   Penny in the swear jar, now. ”

“   My last words are, bros before hoes. ”

“   The old men are trying to be trendy. ”

“   I can do whatever I want too! ”

“   Can we go one day without an interruption from an American? ”

“   I am so sorry. He enjoys conflict. ”

“   Why is he so tall? ”

“   For legal reasons, kids, that's a joke. ”

“   Would you like to fight the adults? ”

“   You're not meant to bite people, it's frowned upon. ”

“   He’s a fun killer, don't listen to him! ”

“   Ow! Stop kicking me! ”

“   I have quite literally begged you not to kick, hit, or bite today. ”

“   BUT I thought we were buds, pals, amigos, chums, friends. ”

“   Oh shiiiii someone’s in trouble ”

“   How much caffeine have you had in the last hour? ”

“   I'll be honest they wouldn't be so bad if they didn't speak. ”

“   Is this goof meant to be dead or what? ”

“   I am a witch. ”

“   This one reeks of self confidence when he clearly doesn't think before opening his mouth. ”

“  I call bullshit on that rule! ”

“   The point is I have a cane and I’m not afraid to use it. ”

“   If you slap me, I’ll cane you. ”

“   Yippee for women. ”

“   FUCK THE PATRIARCHY ”

“   Sorry for being British. ”

“   Oi who's playing that ominous music? ”

“   I'm strong because I eat carrots. Oh wait or is that to see in the dark.... it's for something. ”

“   I will say sorry when i'm caught, don't you worry. ”

“   AND YOU CALLED ME UP AGAIN JUST TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE! ”

“   ... He's done for. Broken beyond repair. Someone play Taylor Swift. ”

“   Please refrain from punching one another. ”

“   He is becoming one with the spider I believe. ”

“   If anybody asks I will say I made you, then you will not get in trouble! ”

“   Can I be a girlboss too? I am not rude to women and I do what i like ”

“   Yippee for patriotism! ”

“   … i could make you guys rat costumes ”

“   Do you think if we started stealing bread we would lose our jobs? ”

“   why do British people ”

“   … you all need therapy. ”

“   Do you ever feel if you breathe the wrong way he will bite you? ”

“   I actively avoid whatever this is. ”

“   CARRY ME. ”

“   What if, and hear me out, they both promise not to do it again? ”

“   I wanna steal all his socks. ”

“   My socks were stolen! ”

“   Hey, watch it now. Only I'm allowed to insult me. ”

“   You couldn’t whisper to save your life. It’s pitiful. ”

“   Both of you are insufferable. ”

“   The law is overrated. ”

“   I’m afraid. Miss, you aren’t my type. ”

“   No. I swear on my life. I am being a gentleman ”

“   I support women’s wrongs. ”

“   ONE FOR ALL AND ALL FOR ONE!!! ”

“   GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW ”

“   He bites? Are you .. joking? Please say you're joking. ”

“   If you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain ifyou're not into yoga if you have half a brain if you like makin' love at midnight in the dunes on the cape then I'm the love that you've looked for write to me and escape 🎶🎶 ”

[meshla-cyarika]

Sleazy politicians and sloppy make-outs

Pairing: Commander Fox x male!reader

Word count: 1,847

Tags/warnings: 18+ only! Smoking Star Wars weed, smut, handjobs.

Summary: Fox has had more than enough reasons to be pissed this week and coincidentally his mesh'la kyramud is finally back from his latest bounty.

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Fucking self-righteous politicians.

Fox stomps his way through the Coruscant streets, suddenly wishing he had brought his helmet to filter out the stench of exhaust fumes and who knows what. Even though he knows exactly what would happen to him if he loitered around the lower levels in full armour. Fox rearranges his jacket, which was yours at some point, and keeps his gaze glued to the floor while he marches on.

The Chancellor had arranged a banquet with all his sleazy rich friends, which obviously required the utmost security. They stuffed their faces with delicacies from around the galaxy, until Fox was sure they'd split at their grubby seams. They talked about the state of the galaxy, as if discussing the weather.

"A thousand civilians dead on Lothal from one terrorist bomb. Awful." "Better them than me."

The sound of the laughter made Fox want to clasp a hand around their necks and wait for the gasping giggles to finally cease and to observe the amusement fade from their eyes.

As the evening went on at a snail's pace, they just got drunker and drunker. By that point, they just became even more rowdy than before. The topic of the clones suddenly sprung up in their conversation and Fox prayed to whatever wretched God that's up there for them to not single him, or any of his men stationed in the room, out.

Thankfully, they were all too drunk to tell Fox and his vode apart from droids standing in the background. They had complained and complained and complained for every and any reason they could come up with about the clones fighting across the stars. As their jarring voices spoke "jokes" about leaving clones to rust after the war, Fox held his hands behind his back and dug his nails into his palms so harshly it felt like they ripped through his gloves.

Most clones would think otherwise, but Fox does care about his vode. Cares so much about them that he can't even remember how many brothers he's saved from decomissioning by smuggling them into the gaurd. Even though he has the title of Marshall Commander, Fox is powerless. He may aswell be a shiny. The only thing he can control is how much effort he can put into saving his vode and putting them above everything else. No matter the consequences he'll face.

It took a few days for Fox to calm down after the banquet. For once, paperwork became a welcoming distraction. That is until he became utterly swamped with demands for requisitions that they barely have any money left in their budget for.

"Where are you going?" Thorn had inquired, stood next to the holy grail that is the caf machine.

"Fresh air." Fox ironically said back.

His brothers have most definitely picked up on him leaving the Senate building for a peculiar amount of time, but they have never questioned it. When it comes to Fox, it's better not to question.

Fox runs a hand over his face, staring at the durasteel door infront of him. He punches in the access code and tries to ignore his disheveled appearance in the blurry reflection.

《》《》《》《》

Crash!

You've been watching a pair of squabbling Trandoshans for the past fifteen minutes from your tiny balcony. You let out a small laugh at the sight of one of them smashing his beer bottle on the other's head.

You're hunched over slightly, elbows resting on the metal railing and your right hand occasionally lifts up to bring the burning blunt to your lips.

Your recent quarry was not worth the payment and left you pissed and tired and bruised. You trecked through a swampy wasteland for two days, nearly got eaten by the wildlife and your quarry wasn't as stupid as you hoped. He, she, they, it, whatever it was, managed to land a few good hits.

Atleast when you slammed its decapitated head onto your client's desk, she paid you the agreed price and slid you a box.

"For your troubles." She cryptically said.

You scoffed when you opened it later on your ship and saw a neatly rolled blunt. By the time you slumped into your apartment, shed your armour and provided treatment for your bruises, you put the gift to good use. It's working. You feel numb enough to not feel any pain, but not enough to feel nothing entirely.

You hear the door chime and slide open from further within your apparent and you can't help but grin. Some days you can't help but laugh at the irony of the big bad Marshall Commander Fox falling for a bounty hunter like you. You can just imagine the flustered outrage on all those sleazy politicians' faces if they ever found out.

The glass door screeches open behind you and within seconds a pair of arms slide around your waist and a head of salt and pepper curls leans against your shoulder.

"Evening, officer." A swirl of smoke slips past your lips and you lean back agaisnt his chest, observing the Trandoshans yelling profanities at each other before finally going their separate ways.

Fox releases a heavy huff from behind you, before leaning back slightly as you look over your shoulder. This isn't the worst you've ever seen him, but he still looks rough. He doesn't seem to want you to analyse him for too long, so he presses his slightly chapped lips against your softer ones.

He lazily follows the movement of your lips and that's enough for you to know he's stuck in his own thoughts. You slowly pull away and he blinks his eyes open.

"What's wrong?" You furrow your brows.

Fox let's out another sigh, before saying; "sit with me?"

He lightly drags you over to the singular wooden chair on the balcony and pulls you onto his lap with you back to his chest. You use this moment of silence to take a long drag from your blunt, the embers at the other end glow a vibrant orange when you do so.

"What the hell are you smoking?" You hear the disgust in his voice and can't help but laugh.

"Spice." You reply in a duh tone. "The plant that it's made from is used in medicine, it's supposed to make you feel…floaty."

"Floaty." Fox echoes back, amusement evidence in his voice.

"That's what I said." You recline further into his embrace.

"Does it work?" His hands rest just underneath your undershirt.

"Find out." You raise your hand in offering.

He hesitantly plucks the blunt from your hand and you can imagine him inspecting it as if he's never seen such a thing. You see the glowing embers in the corner of your eyes, before hearing a deep exhale.

"Good?" The blunt is placed back between your fingertips.

"It tastes weird…"

"You don't smoke it for the taste, dingus." You roll your eyes and release a shriek when he pinches your hip.

"What…" his hands ruffle under your shirt, feeling the bacta patches along your torso, "what happened to you?"

"Same old story. Asshole bounty wasn't as stupid as I hoped." You leave it at that. "Besides, you're stalling. What's wrong?" You repeat your question from earlier.

"Nothing worth saying."

"Fox."

"Some of my men and I were tasked with providing security for Palpatine's freinds at a banquet. It was an unwelcome reminder at how society puts all the wrong people in power, let's leave it at that." Fox looks past you as he talks and looks off somewhere in the distance.

"What did they do?" Did they get you, or your men, involved in anything?

"They just talked some banthashit for an hour and a half." Fox replies, distantly. "Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore. I came here to see you, not think about that." He suddenly snaps himself back to the present.

"Aw, you miss me?" You slightly turn in his arms, just enough to face him. "Or do you just miss a good fuck?" You hover your lips just over his.

"The best fuck of my life." He slots his mouth over yours. You reach a hand up to grip his soft curls and the groan you get in return is so delicious. A small surprised sound leaves your lips and Fox wastes no time to deepen the kiss, his hand rests on the slight bulge in your trousers after giving you a squeeze.

Fox's hand slivers up to your buckle and works to unbutton and unzip your trousers. You break away from the kiss that quickly turned sloppy for the requirement of oxygen.

"Aren't I supposed to be the one distracting you?" You lean your head back agaisnt his shoulder.

"You think seeing you moaning and writhing in pleasure while I do whatever I want to you isn't distracting?" His lips skim along your exposed neck. A chocked sound leaves your throat, when he finally clasps a dry hand around you and works it up and down your length.

"Been, hmm, thinking about you all week. Never thought I could think about someone so much." You cut yourself off with a sharp inhale when he twists his wrist around the head of your cock. "Can't even be satisfied when I jerk myself off anymore. You bastard." Fox can't help but laugh agaisnt your neck from where he's been marking his claim on you.

"Im only sorry that I can't be with you all the time, ner mesh'la kyramud. Can't sink my teeth into your jugular, or give you a helping hand when you need it the most." His lips trail from your neck to press agaisnt your ear. "Or fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for a week afterwards."

"Fuck, Fox!" You arch your back, feeling your body heat up as red as his armour. Arousal sinks down through your body and makes your cock throb in his hand. Fuck. You're not going to last long.

Fox traces the thick vein running down the under side of your cock and that's all it takes. You cum with a almost obnoxiously loud moan, streaks of cum coat his hand and your shirt. Fox kisses down your neck and over your cheeks as you come down from your high, feeling like jelly in his arms.

"Feeling even more floaty now?" Fox plucks the blunt from your fingertips and takes another drag. You only hum in response, settling further onto his lap and feel the bulge in his trousers.

"Don't get so cocky, Commander, you and I both know how much of a whore you can be aswell." You stand up and turn to face him. Fox tugs you forward with an arm around your waist. He runs the flat of his tongue along your abdomen, cleaning up the mess he made. "F-freak." You voice comes out too shaky for your liking.

"Your freak."

It's safe to say that Fox is willing to make up for lost time tonight and it's safe to say that one of you definitely won't be walking tomorrow.

[yakuzabrainrotlive]

Infinite wealth finale part 2! It's finally over... Feels unreal 🙃 I've actually reached this point.

SO. What's next? Well. I decided to hop on to the Pirate game after this and then I'll do the DLC content for this game. Why? Because I'm still 100% blind and have not seen a single spoiler about anything in the Majima game. And I don't know how long I'll be able to remain that way if I wait.

Some light commentary about the ending in terms of Kiryu at the end of the post!

Hoo boy, isn't this the area where the helicopter lads attacked us in Y6? Man, wouldn't it be really silly if it happened aga-

:(

Come on. I was joking!!

Nevermind! The BOYS are here!! And they're looking real sharp 👀❤️ Glad to see you back in leather pants, Majima!

I like Daigo's outfit, he looks neat!! But. It would have been VERY funny if he'd pulled up to this shitstorm in his stuffy chairman suit. Like, really funny. This is cool too, though!

...

for me? 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

Awww, game! You shouldn't have!!

Well... if you insist :)

Christmas came real early this year, eh? Thanks, RGG Studios! And also thanks to the random NPC who left this beautiful piece of equipment on the ground 🫶🏻

It was a cool fight! Overall Ichi vs Ebina felt more epic and cinematic, but this one had more emotional impact. So it all ended

Ohhhh, Ebina. Kiryu knows. Kiryu knows this too damn well. Has known for DECADES, now:

And I absolutely think the 'jimas know as well.

I can see where Ebina is coming from, though. The Yakuza ruined his life and now they want to go back into society and not even get punished?

This is a big issue that really doesn't have a solution that satisfies both parties. Yes, they are criminals and they have hurt and killed countless people, for... who knows how long. And now society at large is supposed to accept them back in? To the victims and their families it'd definitely feel like these people don't have to take any accountability for their actions.

But! Will the problem ever truly go away if the ex-yakuza keep being shunned? We already saw them going back into that life because they had no support network or a chance to even try to support themselves financially any other way. The yakuza will never cease to be a thing if the people trying to leave it don't have any other place to go.

Both sides have their points. There was no way to solve this issue without a big number of people being hurt in some way.

HELL YEAH!! Now we're talking!

You can't make amends in death!! You have to keep living and you gotta make that shit COUNT!

Thank you, Ichi and everyone else on the team!! You got through to him! You actually did it, you absolute madlads!

Gahhh;; if only Kiryu knew how proud Nishiki and Kashiwagi would be if they had seen this scene... 😭

Ichi, you are a saint. Bless your sweet heart. You are so much better than I am. Because I want JUSTICE FOR MY MANS HANAWA AND I WANT IT NOW. Yeah, yeah. He had his reasons and he's giving himself up to the cops. And props to him for that. But.

The problem here? I'm an angry, spiteful little woman. I hold on to grudges like Kiryu holds on to guilt; nonstop, intensely, and about too damn many things. Good on you for trying to change, Eiji. Genuinely. You're still on my shitlist, though. It's on SIGHT.

Okay, onto other things!

I hated the music they played until the credits. I don't care about the lyrics, the vibe just didn't match the scene for me. They were going for that hopeful tone, but it just felt JARRING when I was watching a half-dead Kiryu get dragged into that helicopter and then surgery at the same time. Muted the game, but it managed to ruin the mood for me.

I bet a lot of people liked the song choice and I respect that. For me... it was 100% a miss.

HIIII SWEETIES OMG 🥺😭🥺😭❤️😭🥺😭❤️😭 IT'S HER?? IT'S HIM?? THEY'RE HERE??? I'M NOT DREAMING?? I feel like Kiryu at the end of Y5, staring up at Haruka in wonder. I'm not even mad about not seeing the reunion, I'm just happy to see these two 😭❤️ Haruto has grown so much...

He lives!! AND he has a name!! YIPPEE! Good for you, Kiryu 🥺❤️

Some people might be shocked at the state he's in, but I truly am not. He's getting cancer treatments!! That shit WRECKS you physically and mentally! Just seen it happen recently with a friend. Those treatments are NO joke.

Kiryu was already in a rough shape and now he started cancer treatments this late into the process? I'd be more surprised if he looked even remotely okay. He's fighting on, and he's a KING for it. That's. My. BOY!!

Now. Time for the big guestion:

DO I THINK KIRYU IS DEAD?

I... no. No I don't. And I have a reason. Though, I will fully admit that I am constantly crushing pure and unfiltered copium into a fine powder and snorting it every hour. But still...

Yes, the death flags are too numerous to count. Yes, to the point that the game feels like a funeral march - a fun one, but a funeral march nonetheless. Yes, Kiryu does think he'll die and he started receiving treatment alarmingly late. All valid points that I see clearly.

BUT. What I don't see is RGG Studios, of all game studios, being so utterly DISRESPECTFUL as writers that they would kill KIRYU FUCKING KAZUMA off-screen. Kiryu?? WON TOU got an on-screen death! Terada got TWO hella dramatic ones!!! And they'd just kill KIRYU off screen?? I just... I don't see it. I feel like if they'd planned to have Kiryu die here, it would have been during the scene with the jarring song in it, before the credits.

Do I think we'll get to see Kiryu again? Maybe not!! He's definitely not gonna be a playable character ever again, I'm not THAT deep into my copium high. This was the conclusion of his arc as a main character. Hell, maybe we won't see him again! But I'd honestly prefer them leaving Kiryu alive and never seeing him again to just... letting this ambiguous thing play out and then getting a "lol yeah btw... he died after that" in the next game.

Some people might not see why it'd make a big difference. But it does, to me. And I do think killing Kiryu off like this would be an atrocious writing choice to make. But that's honestly just my very subjective and heavily biased perspective. If they did it, I will not like it one bit, but that's life. All art will always have people who appreciate it and people who hate it. If you like this as a way of writing Kiryu's death, that's cool.

As I said, I'm going into Majima's game 100% blind. My only wish for it? I want to know Kiryu's status. No, I don't need to see him, I just want to know what happened. I'd hate for this specific subject to be left this ambiguous.

[madsciencestudent]

Lobbing more stuff about Idyia and Rubra-Harenas over at @laurentiuvladut , @emuwarum , @entityandstereo , and @potnialabyrinthoio95 because again, you guys made the mistake of encouraging me. And I have more thoughts you guys might enjoy while I'm messing with the beginning stuff behind the scenes.

Sort of a running joke is that when other Saurians meet Idyia for the first time, they automatically assume she's a Blue Song soldier since she stole and is wearing the armor while traveling with Rubra-Harenas. Eventually they'll bring it up, especially since it's very strange and jarring to see a living Blue Song soldier with a Kindred of the Tusk member. Idyia then will quickly explain that no, she's not a soldier, she just stole the armor because she "needed it to sneak out of the Embassy and wasn't about to go prancing off into the Kindred of the Tusk's home territory without SOME form of protection". When they ask about what she was before that and she tells them she was an archivist, librarian, and research assistant, pretty much EVERY single one- especially if it's an older Saurian- will stare at her before gesturing at her and going "AN ACTUAL CHRONICLER!" Idyia- who has no idea about what the Avi-Saurian's reputation was before the invasion- just sits there so very confused by this reaction. Rubra-Harenas thinks her confused reactions are adorable and hilarious so he pretends he has no idea why everyone reacts that way when she asks.

I don't know if I'm going to include this or not, but I did have the idea that Idyia getting her Carnotaurus mount continued the trend of Idyia seeing the biggest, most aggressive thing in the 'room' and going 'Yep, that one. That one's good.' I was thinking the Carnotaurus she ended up with was a large, aggressive female (going with the idea that like birds, the females are the bigger ones) who only really let Rubra-Harenas work with her before and was difficult for everyone else. But Rubra-Harenas was the one who dragged Idyia into their camp, and Idyia, while nervous because you know- looks like Blue Song soldier in the middle of a Kindred of the Tusk camp- doesn't react like prey would when the Carnotaurus sort of makes an attempt to appear threatening. (The Carnotaurus growls and snarls at her, but Idyia stands her ground, talks in a calm tone ("Yes, yes, you're very scary"), let's the Carnotaurus come to her if it wants to and smell her hand first before she attempts getting close herself.) Meanwhile, Rubra-Harenas isn't paying attention to any of this because he's trying to convince his Kindred that no, this isn't a 'blink twice if you need help' situation. He only becomes aware of the situation happening behind him when one of his 'Brothers' starts glancing over his shoulder every few seconds and then trails off in what he was saying, staring behind Rubra-Harenas with an expression of concern and deep confusion. He looks behind him and finds Idyia on the back of the problem Carnotaurus, helping scratch off some patches of dry and dead skin and the Carnotaurus happy as can be. ....Needless to say, it throws everyone else for a loop and Rubra-Harenas is starting to wonder just WHAT he got himself into.

(If I do go with the above, I hate the fact that my very first idea when Idyia asks if the Carnotaurus has a name and told she doesn't is Idyia pausing to think for like a SECOND before going 'Her name's Bonecrusher now!' (It makes sense to Idyia! She read that Carnotaurus jaws can crush bones and get to the marrow! Why are you all looking at her like that?))

Idyia obviously did not tell her uncle about her doubts leading to nor about what she was doing when she snuck out of the Embassy. Her uncle- I want to be clear- has never been malicious or cruel towards her. But just based on what David has said about Blue Song society and what we're shown, I don't think he was very close with her either. He did what he could for her, he did what he thought was right, and he cared for her like any parent would, but there's always been a distance caused by Blue Song standards and what they think is acceptable. And Idyia never felt it was safe or even just a good idea to talk about her growing doubts and worries about their society and beloved Chancellor to him. That said, even though it took a few days to notice since they both had their own lives and work, and Idyia didn't even leave like a note for him, once he realized she was missing he ABSOLUTELY tore through the Embassy going "WHERE'S MY BABY?!?" Her uncle hadn't been military before Idyia went missing but he very quickly became at least involved in patrols and missions outside the Embassy once they realized Idyia was no longer inside. They do meet again after Idyia has been 'living wild' for like a year or maybe a few years. (Also when they learn she never told him, Rubra-Harenas and the other members of their group do initially judge her for that. ("Rubra, stop that!" "I didn't say anything." "I can feel your stare. It's your 'judgement stare'. Cut it out!") I don't know for sure if her uncle will end up joining their little band but given all this, he probably would and never let Idyia out of his sight again.

...Also, just these two trying to briefly catch up and all the Trauma hitting Idyia all at once before she just says "...We've killed so many Forefathers...." "Wh-what?" "Oh, and I have teeth now." "WHAT?!?!"

I have gotten more thoughts about the other Saurians who end up tagging along with the dynamic duo (besides Idyia's uncle, eventually). The "third" member (in my head anyway because they met him first but he doesn't tag along until later) I have SO much details already planned for since his event is one of the first once the pair exit the Endless Sands. (I'll share that if you wanna see.) The fourth I don't have as much but that's because she comes in later. Basically for her is when Idyia and Rubra start heading south after the INCIDENT winter in the north, they come across two other Arctic Saurians- a mother and her adult daughter. And the daughter takes one look at these disaster children (to her they are anyway) and goes "Welp, I can't NOT adopt them!" And team mom is acquired. (Part of me wants to give her a moose or Irish Elk to ride but I don't think that'll work, size wise and all that. But the other part, when ever I see a wild moose or Irish Elk skeleton just goes 'damn wouldn't that be cool to ride?' and wants her to live out my fantasy.)

Probably another running joke that might be going on in the background that Idyia and Rubra are oblivious to is SO many people trying to figure out whether or not they're courting if not married. They're not, but after the travels through the Endless Sands which works as the 'strangers-to-friends' leg of the journey, they're so comfortable around each other and since everyone else is confused by them it's what everyone else's minds go to. (There may be SO many betting pools going on in the Kindred of the Tusk.) (I'm a bit more iffy on this one but a small part of me is amused by it and knows they do get very close that I'm not mad about the idea.)

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 19 The Private Hospital Public Murder

This episode might be a tad over-the-top graphic just to warn you rip

Played for laughs though

💕squishyyy squishy grandmaster rose

I had a dream once where squishy grandmaster rose and now it's a meme

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

When Logico opens the door, he sees…

CRIMSON: A private HOSPITAL! LOGICO: [scream] CRIMSON: Don’t be ALARMED, my boy…  LOGICO: Why is your hospital UNDERGROUND? CRIMSON: It is ILLEGAL to have a hospital in ‘Free Drakonia’... Lady Violet had me make this one SPECIAL! But that’s not the only crime…

She scuttles over to the beds with her creepy scorpion walk. She is human, right?

CRIMSON: LOOK!

A human patient lies dead with lots of sticky blood on the floor.

LOGICO: Ew!

The other patients are Saffron, who appeared out of nowhere with a ‘cold’, and Celadon. That Yule ‘drink’ REALLY didn’t agree with her.

SAFFRON: Oh Logico HIIIIIIIIII! Followed you to Drakonia, teehee! LOGICO: You don’t look very sick. SAFFRON: AWWW, you’re too kind! CRIMSON: Why not you solve the MURDER, while I operate on ‘Celadon’! CELADON: Why was my name in air quotes.

Crimson straps her to a table and looks to find a device strong enough to cut through her plastron. Logico gets very woozy and struggles not to puke, but bumps into Saffron’s bed and she’s now holding a brain in a jar!

SAFFRON: It almost looks kind of yummy!

Logico runs to the sink and wretches (my GOD there is a lot of barfing in this season!!). 

SAFFRON: [laughs] Logico, it was just a JOKE! CRIMSON: Logico, could you HELP ME… LOGICO: …with… what… CRIMSON: I forgot how to use a PEN. LOGICO: How do you FORGET how to use a pen?? CRIMSON: It involves using my… ‘real arm’!!

Logico has to write shit down for her. He stumbles away as a huge machine with a chainsaw looms over Celadon.

CELADON: Mind putting me out first?

Saffron screams and drops her jar on the floor, leaving the brain loose! 

SAFFRON: OH GOD, NO!!! I CAN’T LOOK AT THAT!!! [sobs] FINE! I ADMIT I WASN’T SICK!!!!!!

Logico trips on the brain and slides across the floor on what he can only hope is water!!

Irratino tries to send a clue to Logico using the ‘whisper network’. What’s that? I don’t know. He just creepily murmurs to a wall. 

IRRATINO: The dark secret… it’s going to get him… and I wasn’t even there…

Logico hears Irratino whispering gibberish in his head and full-body shakes. 

LOGICO: Oh my GOD Celadon is the murderer I’m DONE WITH THIS!

Crimson pauses the machine before it can reach Cel.

CRIMSON: Is that SOOOO?

Celadon is furious!! I think?

CELADON: I was promised a special life-lengthening treatment, and instead it was being done on some random human patient. I couldn’t have it. CRIMSON: How dare you!! You don’t even deserve THIS operation!!

She unties her. Celadon quickly leaves. Logico creeps around the medical files and sees one labeled ‘Lord Violet’. He HAS to look, no matter how unethical that is! As he flips through with wonder, and finds something intriguing. Too intriguing. He can’t even get his thoughts together! He rushes out.

LOGICO: Suspects, come back! I have an answer! 

The end!

Technically if Celadon hadn't committed that murder she would have been murdered herself lmao

Swim free my little tortellini

Gonna pick up the board game today cuz it's finally out in the US! <3

And at this point I also wanna give a huge thank you to anyone who doesn't actively avoid me on tumblr lol. You don't even gotta read the series, as long as you're normal about it it's all good :'D

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[chaossmagic]

writing prompt: stucky trying a new recipe together. Something that implies they're going to be around a long time to eat it. Like jam or pickles.

"You sure you got enough there, pal?" Steve asked, leaning in the doorframe of their kitchen, wiping the last flecks of tacky paint residue off his hands. He rolled the paint-stained cuffs of his flannel shirt up to his elbows as he crossed the room to where Bucky stood at the stove, stirring an enormous bubbling pot of blackberry jam. More pans with smaller amounts were littered across the countertops; a row of clean, steaming jars sat on the table, ready to be filled.

"Ha ha," Bucky snorted with sarcasm, giving the jam another stir and sticking in a vibranium finger. He pulled out a purple-jam-covered fingertip and inspected it carefully, tongue poking out as he concentrated in a way Steve thought was utterly sweet and very, very adorable. Clearly, it wasn't the right consistency yet, because he frowned, wiped off his hands, and went back to stirring. "I thought you were out of terrible ideas when you gave up the shield. Guess I was wrong." He turned off the stove and turned to face Steve, arms crossed in front of him. But Steve could see the teasing in his eyes, the faint twinkle at the back of the deep blue, the frown that didn't quite reach his lips, stained faintly purple along with a smear of blackberry jam on his nose and more purple stains on the fingers of his right hand.

"Still can't believe you're practically a farmer's wife now," Steve joked, stepping closer to him, smelling the sweet fruit and sugar on him, layered on top of his cologne and the wax he put in his hair these days, making the soft spikes shine. "James Buchanan Barnes, gone all domestic in his old age."

"Fuck off, punk, you're older than me," Bucky retorted, fake-wriggling away as Steve pressed his face into his neck and kissed him all over the exposed skin of his throat and collarbone. He felt Bucky's hands come up to thread through his hair, now longer and thicker than it had ever been - even more than when he'd been on the run those years, and getting a decent haircut was out of the question - and stroke the soft golden strands fondly. Steve eventually straightened up and wrapped his arms around Bucky's waist, grinning.

"Guess we'll be eating blackberry pie for a while then?" he asked.

"Be eating it longer than that time all we had was cabbage soup twice a day for a month," Bucky replied. "When was it, winter of '37? You know I can't stand the sight of cabbage soup now 'cause a' that. You try to get me to eat it, I'll puke."

Steve grimaced; he definitely remembered that solid month of nothing but increasingly-questionable quality cabbage boiled to death in broth that nothing but a single carrot and a tiny piece of onion in it. He didn't blame Bucky for completely avoiding the stuff now, even though culinary tastes had come along way since those days.

"Well, pie is definitely better than cabbage soup," Steve said, pressing a kiss to Bucky's forehead. "Especially when my beautiful, talented husband spent his day making it because I'm the idiot husband who suggested that planting fruit trees might be a good idea."

"We'll be eating blackberry pie till we both drop dead," Bucky said.

"That's an awfully long time," Steve said. Then he smiled. "I can't wait. We've earned it."

[aaeds]

I've had it with HS^2

I don't make fanart or content for this fandom anymore, but after putting on "Let's Read Homestuck" in the background while I've been working I've returned to having a few Alpha kid WIPs. I have also returned to scouring the tags for cool fanart and opinions.

This is not the fandom I remember back when I was reading the comic partway through Act 2.

I cannot say I'm inspired by Homestuck^2, and to roughly quote another user - I don't know who the audience for this comic is for. The epilogues themselves were a disaster and the Candy/Meat timeline idea appears to exist to create even more drama with lackluster stakes.

There's no real clear 'goal' or core to the story besides...the fact there are two universes. And we have Ultimate-self villains.

It reads like bad fanfiction, that's nothing new - the problem is I don't think the authors are writing with irony. The series has turned into a ship-heavy metal bat beating older fans to death with teen drama and character assassination.

The current team clearly has no interest or plans for Jade for example, and in the recent update with Aradia and Robo-Dave discussing time travel - it really seemed like her body being on the floor was an excellent time to rehash several existential conversation points we ALREADY had in the original Homestuck about stable timeloops, dead Daves and how he uses his Godtier powers.

Outside of several unnecessary pages of dialogue, it was disturbing that no part of Ultimate Dave would help move Jade off the fucking floor while he and Aradia sleep in lawn chairs watching her until she became 'The Muse' It is so out of character. Pre-retcon Dave died protecting her body, Davesprite destroyed his relationship with both John and Jade knowing they would be reunited with the 'real' Dave. He was a true knight when he felt it was appropriate and mattered. But now we have a Dave who is back to having an existential crisis about his powers, life and death - and his sexuality. By bringing up dead Dave's Marriage from the epilogues. He didn't even mention Jade by name, presuming the reader read at least the wiki article on the disastrous self indulgent mess.

But that was all he had to say on that dead Dave. Just about not loving Jade. No one else, doesn't even bring up Karkat or Terezi, let alone any of his friends. Talking about Sollux for half a second I'm convinced was just to bring up a failed marriage and apparently 'not wanting to be gay'? This isn't Dave anymore, and if that's the point I want to know why we as readers should care because I promise you coming fresh off Act 6 for the third time these are not the same characters. Davepeta had a better outlook on what it means to experience doomed selves, whether they were chipper about it because of Nepeta's influence is neither here nor there. No matter what Davesprite did, it was in character for what Dave would have done because he knows himself. When it meant self sabotage so his friends could go back to the Alpha timeline Dave, that was a circumstance, and an act any Dave would have made because of the way he thought at 13 years old. That doesn't mean he didn't change, or would never change.

I don't think the furthest ring has rattled the kids in a glass jar hard enough to give them critical brain damage through every doomed timeline that they're different people. At least not in the way Robo-Dave is, or frankly anything in the Epilogue.

I'm done with the writers treating Jade as a dead animal to stuff Calliope into for a milquetoast attempt at a plot device without treating that as a joke in itself.

No Homestuck isn't a serious comic, but there's a reason Cascade broke several websites while Beyond Canon can barely drudge a handful of tagged UPD8 replies. Its audience is small and unchallenged. We don't need to bring back the use of the hard R to be invested in a storyline, but if all you're interested in in a piece of media is gender identity and sexuality well you've got it. That said, neither are a genre on their own.

HS^2 lacks one and direction and it's just going to keep dragging its carcass through the dirt until every unseen pairing in panel is churned through the fanfic machine.

[howlingday]

The Final Lesson

Ruby: I can't see.

Ruby: I can't move.

Ruby: I'm so tired.

Ruby: I lost a lot of blood.

Ruby: Is this... Is this it? Is this where I die?.

Qrow: Die? Don't tell me you're kickin' the bucket, squirt?

Ruby: Uncle Qrow?! What are you doing here?!

Qrow: (Smiling)

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Winter: (Carrying Qrow) You just... Ngh! ...had to make me carry you. Rgh! Didn't you?

Winter: (Sets him down) Okay. Weiss and her team are still fighting in there, so now it's up to them. Leaving it to the next generation. Ridiculous, isn't it, Qrow?

Winter: ...Qrow?

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Ruby: Oh... I get it. This is part of my life flashing before my eyes, right? I guess we're both gonna die, huh?

Qrow: Y'ain't gonna die, kid. Why would even joke about that?

Ruby: I... I'm hurt really bad. I can't even move.

Qrow: You sure about that? (Crouches down) Maybe you're just imagining it. Try moving.

Ruby: Uh, oka- AAAAAAAAAY! OWOWOW! NOPE! DEFINITELY BROKEN!

Qrow: Huh. Guess so.

Ruby: YEAH, I TOLD YOU!

Qrow: What if you rearranged your molecules a bit?

Ruby: Huh?

Qrow: Try using your semblance to use something, like your hair, to fill in the gaps and mend yourself.

Ruby: Could that really work? I don't know if I can do something like that. (Petals fall, Body's mended) Hey! It worked! Wow! Howzat for a healing factor?

Qrow: (Chuckles) Yup. Now to get outta here.

Ruby: Easier said than done. I can't see anything other than you

Qrow: Try feeling around.

Ruby: Okay... Also, is that all the advice you have left for me? Just "try feeling around"?

Qrow: How about, "Hurry up or we're all dead?

Ruby: Not helping!

Qrow: C'mon. Like you need me to help you with anything. You've been doing just fine without me.

Ruby: I wouldn't say just fine. Things have been pretty rough since you left.

Qrow: You could always quit, if you hated it so much.

Ruby: Quit? Hate? Nah, I don't think so.

Qrow: You kids only needed me at the start. Everything after that has been smooth sailin'.

Ruby: Says you! You wouldn't believe how many times we got our butt whooped! Still, I just rolled off and slid instead of falling. Just like you taught me!

Qrow: Attagirl.

Ruby: ...Uh oh. Dead end. Should we go the other way?

Qrow: Nah... You did pretty damn good, kid.

Ruby: Swear jar!

Qrow: I'll have Yang pick up my tab for me, because you girls have done one hell of a job getting this far.

Ruby: Getting this..? Oh. I thought so. I'm really dead, huh? Oh, but, uh, at least I was able to keep Yang safe, right? Um, could you tell her that I'm sorry about making her mad. And I'm sorry I made you mad. You really were the best uncle I could ever-

Qrow: (Pull out Harbinger) Move forward, kid. (Rears back) And take this for support!

Ruby: Huh? WAITWAITWAITUNCLEQROW-

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Salem: WHERE ARE YOU, RUBY ROSE- (Hand sliced off, Arm sliced off) GAAAAGH!

Ruby: (Wielding Harbinger & Crescent Rose)

[icebear4president]

This was just a small prompt that my friend and I came up with about if Alfred could ever meet his past self. I would place younger Alfred as post-Revolutionary War.

“You hate me.”

The room seemed to fall completely still after that, the words lingering in the air.

“I do,” Alfred agreed easily, smiling thinly. “But I never liked myself all that much in the first place.”

His younger self visibly flinched at the bluntness of his words. “Way to be brutal, man.”

“Honest,” Alfred corrected. “Honesty is not brutality.”

The boy frowned, looking unsure now. “I guess I just haven’t learned as much as you yet. I haven’t learned anything at all really,” he mused, the last sentence mostly to himself.

Alfred paused for a moment, carefully contemplating what he should say next. “I wouldn’t say that, not really. I just already had to survive what you’re going through now. I’m further ahead in the sewers in other words,” he said trying to lighten the mood, but the joke fell flat.

Scrunching up his nose in disgust, young Alfred scowled. “Why the sewers? What does that even mean?”

Alfred chuckled at the familiar childish expression, shaking his head in slight amusement. “There’s a lot of words not meant for a kid’s ear that could describe our lives a lot more accurately.”

Young Alfred seemed to close down on himself after that. The look of unease and uncertainty was all too clear on his face as he glared at the ground. “How did you make it then? What’s there to hope for if nothing changes in the future?”

Alfred closed his eyes, the all too familiar ache spreading across his chest, before taking a deep breath and opening them again.

“Surviving. Surviving no matter what it costs, because if I’m dead than I won’t get to make any kind of difference anymore.” He placed a hand on his younger self’s shoulder, wincing at the all too familiar weariness in his blue eyes. “I’d rather hope than give up. And when I stop choosing to hope, than life becomes pointless.”

“Hope for what?!“ his other self spat, suddenly looking so, so angry. “What is there left to hope for?! The only semblance of a family I ever had hates me, nobody takes me seriously, and I’m always so confused!”

His shoulders drooped in exhaustion after the outburst, the anger suddenly leaving him. “And I’m so alone,” he said, the last word nothing more than a whisper.

Alfred pressed his lips in a thin line, choosing his next words carefully. “Hope that you find a shiny penny on the street.”

“What?”

“Hope that you win a prize for guessing how many gumballs are in a jar,” Alfred continued, ignoring the confused stare. “Hope you make it to the next green light before it turns red. Hope you can wake up early enough in the morning to see the sunrise. Hope that you can see someone you love smile again.”

He backed up a bit from his younger self, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets. “You don’t need to understand life, or overcome every tragedy or throws at you have to hope. Even though it never really gets better you have to choose to hope. Even when there's nothing left you can choose to hope. Because if you have hope you can survive, because you're looking for the smallest thing to hold onto."

Young Alfred rubbed at his eye, trembling slightly. "And when you're all alone? When nobody's there?"

The question felt a lot like being punched in the gut. Alfred cleared his throat, blinking back the tears that threatened to escape. "You'll have to choose to hope for someone who chases all the gloom away for you.

The boy looked at him for a moment, contemplating the truth behind his words. "Or learn to chase the gloom away. That's what you did. You learned how to be okay."

And there was no way for Alfred to hold back the tears now. "No. I had to learn it's okay to not be okay. Being sad and upset doesn't make you a bad person. When you snap and lash out, it doesn't make you a irredeemable monster. It means you have a right to not be okay for now."

"For now?"

"For now." Alfred repeated, giving him a watery smile. "Because bad is inevitable, but that also means good is inevitable too. They can't exist in their extremes without each other."

The young boy in front of him choked out his next words, so quiet that Alfred had to lean in to hear them. "I never expected to still be here, you know. I was surprised to see you."

"I know." His voice broke. "I know. But we did it anyways."

“And it still worth it? Even without him?”

Alfred chuckled at that. Some things never changed after all. "Yeah, yeah it's worth it. We made it worth it."

[jeanmoreausautismstickers]

things my best friend has said as marauders quotes

Sirius at James and Lily: don't breed. breed is bad.

Sirius: he (remus) would be a good stripper I think

James to Sirius: you're a hoe. but a lovely hoe

Barty: listen. I've cut open humans before and they have big breathing sacks-

Sirius about Regulus: he's a middle aged child

James explaining Sirius and Remus's relationship: they're besties...with benefits 😏

Peter: is there an ankle kink?

Regulus: because ALL ghosts just HAVE to be white don't they?

Evan, mispronouncing androgynous: yeah I feel a bit an-dro-gy-noose today

James: [sirius], please stop assaulting my pen

Evan: I'm a little German boy, I'm gonna get your toes with my little German boy fingers

Barty: give me the dead fetus, I have plans

Peter to Remus: do you have... a knee kink?

Marlene: I think the eggs for breakfast caused my period actually

Marlene: monkeys are the ancestors of cats

Barty, to Regulus: are you a keyboard? cos I'll play you like one

Sirius: I swear to [Merlin] I will sniff your arse

Sirius to Remus: can I unwrap you like a Christmas present?

Marlene: step-mummy please😩

Remus: no one likes a dog that vibrates [padfoot]

Mary: if a bee hit it from the back would it die before it could orgasm?

Peter: I think I could top a spoon

James to Lily: im not wearing anything under this mirror👀

Barty about Regulus: evil dick, giant brain

Sirius: haha [marlene] ate dick

Marlene: BOOBIES? WHERE

Lily, after a marauders prank: I could write a sixteen page essay on how much I wish I were a lesbian

Sirius when Remus walks in: hello sexy male

Sirius: a secret, third thing, my deep ass cheeks

Remus: Lma-no.

Remus: stop saying thick-arse rim!

Marlene, drunk: horse shoes don't go on horse cock, that's why they're horse shoes not horse condoms

Barty, about Regulus: I'd let him punch me for free, but you got PAID?

Sirius: [Regulus!] you devious little dog!

James: I can confirm, [Marlene] and my mum did not have sex to make me

Sirius: someone cummed in a glue bottle, that's why it's so hard

James, panicking to Pomfrey: MY JUGULAR IS JIGGLUNG

Remus: mate stop fingering the biscuit

James: I don't want your drug pens!

James at Marlene: stop underlining your nipple

Sirius: haha there's a man on your tit

James: my mum is not a man! nor a football!

Sirius: [Dumbledore] is a BOTTOM everyone

Barty: I'd be the one DOING the fucking, not getting fucked

Regulus: can I refer to you as a travelling circus?

Barty, in response to ^: well I am a walking joke

Sirius: if you're homophobic you get sent to bitch jail

James: I'm just too quirky for my own good

Sirius: does that mean pussy is dogwater

Sirius when Remus gets rid of his trousers: how much are you selling your arse fabric for?

Remus: I dare you to drink the bananas cum

Lily: I don't want to hold hands with Jesus, put him back on his cross

Sirius, after losing his virginity: I started celebrating because I got to touch arse

Remus: christ no I don't want to touch God's nuts

James when Remus gives him anything: thanks. it doesn't have weed on it, right?

Sirius: I'm like a bird hi-YAH oh shit I pulled a muscle

Remus: the wake up woman touched my penis

James: please stop serenading my father

Marlene: whore core?? I think you mean me when women

Sirius and Regulus about slow walkers: you know what career they can pursue? ROADBLOCKS

James: be careful. I'll beat you up with my Calvin Klein man muscles

James: im clutching my house keys

Effie, about Sirius: I saw him and I knew immediately I should put him in my child jar

Sirius after drinking water: im gonna break records with how much I piss today

Evan, seeing Sirius from afar: is that Jesus christ? why is he so white? absolutely translucent

Barty, holding Regulus's diary: I think this may be a gay sex book

baby James: what do you do? I'm a snot picker

Sirius: thaddeus with the phatteus

Sirius about Regulus: stop babygirl-ifying him! he is not babygirl material! I am :(

Barty: he was a man. probably a white one, there was a lot of audacity

Sirius: that is two cheeks too many mate

Sirius: give me the fathers I need to collect them

Remus: stop squeezing my fucking flange

Regulus: calm your foot before I eat it

Marlene: it dried my nose. it was so dry. drier than a straight man's wife, I'll tell you that

James: oh, you did competitive ballet when you were young? my parents loved me so I can't relate

James, trying to help Remus and Sirius get together: do you like balls bursting in your mouth?

Barty: stop playing with balls in your mouth

James, watching Regulus, Evan and Barty walk into the toilets: three men just walked into the loo, they might kiss~

Remus, trying to find a body wash: does this smell like weiner or hydrangea

Sirius when McGonagall: turn your bagpipes off for [Merlin's] sake

Evan: thumb me bitch

Sirius to Marlene: you already knew you liked women! you were in her boohs!

[thelikesoffinn]

omg omg omg pls tell me you've read the new chapters of tcf T.T nobody I know reads that one, you're my last hope T.T

Babes, you saying something like that makes me want to go and read them, but alas - I haven't so far! I haven't read any new chapters in a rather long time, I'm afraid.

The last thing I consciously remember reading was that...chapter in the wuxia world where they walked into that tavern and someone threw chopsticks and Raon "secretly" caught them mid-air which, in turn, led everyone to believe that Cale is some OP martial artist even though his biggest martial talent is breathing.

You know. I really really loved Volume one, and I enjoyed it massively, but - at least up until that chopstick-chapter - I haven't been as fond of volume 2. I know the writer wants to finish it quickly, so is why the story is a bit more concise which is absolutely fine BUT. But.

I feel like they've cut out so much of what makes trash of the counts family trash of the counts family.

There's little banter between Cale and his friends, they basically run from one thing to the next, and Cale - once again - explains nothing to anyone despite already starting to change that habit while they were in the fucking war.

Seriously, while they were rushing through that dead mana world, I sometimes even forgot that Raon and the cats were there because they barely talked, and they had so little to do. It was driving me insane.

And then once they entered that Wuxia world...blegh. I hate that the author decided to make Cale weak once again. That joke has been done a million times by now, and after reading hundreds of chapters where Cale gets stronger and stronger and stronger, it is jarring to have him be the weakest again.

There was so much potential here!

They could actually have made him physically strong for once and shown how difficult it is for his companions to let go of their overprotectiveness towards him. It would have been an amazing point of conflict and have had an interesting influence on the team dynamic. But alas - we're back to mopping Cale off of the floor after a spirited sneeze, just like we've done before.

Add to that the fact that Wuxia isn't really my jam - I like the concept of it, but once you start talking about the "burping cloud dragon step" and the "attack of the ten tailed tiger" you've lost me - and ...well. It doesn't make for a fun read because I'm so frustrated with it.

Buuuuut you could totally tell me all about the new chapters! I don't mind spoilers! If you want to vent - vent. If you want to swoon - swoon. And I'll give my two cents in return!

[wronganswerforehead]

Dune Part 2: Initial Thoughts.

Watched Dune Part two and I hate to be a contrarian, but it was just OK to me. Below is my non-spoiler take on the movie. Please excuse any grammatical errors, I'm just jotting down my thoughts.

Let's start with the positive! Here's What I enjoyed:

Cinematography and technical aspects. 

We live in a world where bad and downright comical CGI has somehow become the norm. Dune circumvents this with a combination of beautiful practical scenery and effects and technical mastery that I don't think I've seen since the Pirates of the Carribean. It allowed me to be fully immersed in the world, and I truly appreciated that.

The performances of Zendaya, Rebecca Ferguson, Javier Bardem, and Austin Butler. 

While I don't think anyone turned in an Oscar worthy performance, I do think that these 4 did really well with the material they were given. Zendaya gave a performance that was both nuanced and in moments quite fierce. Chani’s love, skepticism, and anger were all portrayed wonderfully. I absolutely loved the fluency in which she spoke the Freman language and the chemistry she had with Souheila Yacoub. With that being said, I have some notes lol. Some of the lines were both written and delivered awkwardly, her signature “scowl” became repetitive, and her eyes tended to be kind of dead in some emotional moments. But, I think that with more roles/experience under her belt, Z can become quite the force if she wants to be. Overall, I really enjoyed her performance.

Rebecca played a very believable momma bear and puppet master. She is, in my opinion, an underrated actor. There was never a moment where her performance left me wanting more. 

Javier brought effortless humor to this film. Although I will say, the humor combined with the weird pacing made the religious zealot aspect of his character less believable. It kind of felt like when we got to those parts, he was still joking. 

Austin plays a psychopath really well! No notes lol.

And now, what I didn't enjoy:

Timothee Chalamet

I know this is a very unpopular opinion, and I’ve TRIED to understand the hype, but I just…don’t. With that being said, he was good when it came to playing the “boy” Paul Atreides, but when it came time to be a fierce leader/Messiah, nothing about his portrayal was believable. Everytime he yelled or raised his voice, it completely took me out of the movie, almost to the point of laughing. Also, jumping from Zendaya, Javier Bardem, and Souheila Yacoub speaking the Freman language to Timothee speaking it, was jarring to say the least. Overall, it was an ok performance, but I feel he gets a TON of grace because of CMBYN. And I’ll leave it there.

The Pacing

It was rough, I can’t lie. One second, you're in a fast-paced action sequence, and then the next thing you know, the movie grinds to a halt via jump cut to a different, seemingly unrelated, scene where everybody is whispering.  Also, the quickness in which everyone, including the non-believers, rallied behind Paul contributed to the pacing issue. Everything either happened too fast or too slow and it never really found a balance. This movie jumps around a lot and sometimes it’s sloppily done and confusing.I know that there is a lot that has to be fit into these movies, but I feel like this aspect could’ve been handled better. Ultimately, I think it’s why the movie ended up feeling really long and sometimes repetitive to me.

Lack of Explanations

For starters, I don't like it when movies spoon feed you. BUT, in cases like Dune, where there’s a ton of pre-existing lore, I think it’s necessary to offer some explanation for the audience members who haven’t read the book. Introducing certain themes and items without any explanation whatsoever, will leave a lot of moviegoers confused and feeling like there may be a plot hole. For example, Chani’s blue scarf. If you haven’t read the book, you will have absolutely no idea why it suddenly appears halfway through the movie. You can make guesses based on prior scenes, but you’ll probably be wrong because the real reason is never introduced in the movie.

Overall, it was a decent experience. But to be honest, I don’t think it being placed in the same category as great sequels, such as the Dark knight, is warranted. I think this movie is getting a ton of grace simply because of the names attached to it and the general lack of well made action movies. It’s in the right place at the right time.

Well, that’s it for now. Hope you enjoyed the read!

[kamesama]

— match-up trade: jjk.

for @bokutosbiceps › match-up trades › HI BBY, so excited to do trades with you again. i hope you like this <3 I GOT SO EXCITED WRITING THIS—

your match: itadori yūji.

gleamy-eyed glances of admiration, lips so softly agape. wide smiles and shameless, heartfelt laughs. blushing cheeks and red noses. ghostface mask stuffed under the bed. pondering inquires about life lost to the comfortable silence, sucked into the walls and concrete — it feels good to simply voice them out. bad movies that you love solely for the experience they provided. salt on your lips and aftertaste of pop-corn. sizzle of cola. warm colours; salmon pink, sunset orange, honey yellow. matching items, lockscreens or phone cases. your favourite snack brought to your door in the ungodly hour to support you through your efforts. hugs so tight and warm they make everything feel alright. items lost in the piles of laundry, underneath the cushions or in plain sight. worn-out hoodies that you cannot let go off. admiring the view. inside jokes that are impossible to explain to the third person. looks that speak volumes and provide wordless telepathy-like understanding. the best part of a song.

yūji, oh yūji. the sunshine in a jar; the heart of gold; the idealist. his latte-brown eyes simply skim over whatever shield is draped over you by your silence. he doesn't care. a piercing look — intentional or not — is too little to push him away, to sway him. and he doesn't miss the moment in which your true self peeks out, carrying the overwhelming plenties of good fun and howl-worthy laughs against its chest.

your ambitions are worthy of admiration, and yūji cannot possibly wrap up how wonderful it is that you bear such dedication to people close to you. he relates. he would crawl through hell and back for humanity; he would claw onto rocks, stones and pebbles even if he loses the sense of touch on his blood-covered fingers. the idea that you give the time of your life to chase the dream in which you can help the sick and needy makes his heart warm. yūji loves you for it. he also admires your brains, because he could never.

there is a grand similarity provided by the mutual lack of seriousness and it is your little escape from the creeping shadows of reality. but, both of you wield the ability to take off those rose lenses and face the world. yūji is your ray of sunlight on the cold day in mid-december, but he comes to you in the hours of heavy traffic and loud, buzzing life with shoulders dropped and hopes scattered about his mind, hiding. he eats your reassurance up like a starving man, hanging onto whatever piece of comfort — spoken or not — you can offer him. likewise, he praises you when you feel like you've strayed into a dead end path and pats your back when you claim that you simply cannot handle it anymore.

the quality time is wondrous. he flashes you his boyish grin when your sight meets his face and he listens to that one logic-twisting thought that has been lurking in the back of your mind for a while. he talks you into watching that one show with him and comforts you with the lie that "it's just one more episode, please?" conversation flows endlessly, flawlessly, effortlessly and so does the river the two of you sit by. you're observing the stream, but yūji strains his neck to absorb the sight of your profile and the cute point of your nose.

it's been a long while since he's mentioned jennifer lawrence.

other matches: gojō satoru.

thank you for reading!

— kamesama.