#Power Blue Splat

[unofskylanderspages]

The Power Blue variant was a uqiue variant to SSC that was sonsered by Autism Speaks, and only given to Splat and Double Dare Trigger Happy (along with their vehicles.)

This makes it the worse variant, why?

Splat and DD.Trigger Happy, with the implied autism with them being both Power Blue, are the two most STRONGLY present stereotypes for the autistic community.

Splat: Very intelligent, gifted individual, but also outcasted by her people for her special interest until it befits them. Very verbal. (Think gifted child), and humanoid.

Trigger Happy: Non-verbal, talks in mostly babbles, hyperactive, non-humanoid, very prone to violence. Crazy.

Would have this been a problem if it wasn't just them? Maybe not. Then again… considering Autism Speaks (even at the time) agent towards shunning the Autistic community and eraticate them….

Not such a good thing…

[splatchatblog]

Happy May! 🌸 / Happy June! 🌊/ Happy July! 🎆/ Happy August! ☀️

From left to right:

‘All That (2019) - Summertime

Blue’s Clues & You! - Mother’s/ Fathers/ Siblings/ Grandparents Day

Rugrats in Paris ( 2000 Movie) - Mothers Day

Rocket Power - Independence Day/ Forth of July

The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius- Father’s Day

Kenan & Kel - Graduation Day

The Brothers Garcia - Cinco De Mayo/ Summertime

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than tummies

Been thinking about plushies lately and wanted to make a set of fabric-themed Etrian Odyssey classes for playing as and fighting plushies

Scissorblade - A melee class that specializes in attack buffs and basic attacks, and wields limited elemental damage. Sharp Snip: Melee cut attack. Basic attacks guaranteed to crit next turn. Temper Blades: Increases physical damage and crit chance to one ally line for 3 turns. Double Attack: Passive. Gives a chance to make two basic attacks. Heated/Frosted/Static Edge: Increases physical damage and imbue basic attacks with fire/ice/volt to one ally line for 3 turns. Burning/Frigid/Voltic Cut: Melee cut+fire/ice/volt attack to one enemy line.

Ragstainer - A melee class specializing in ailments, with attacks that lower bind/ailment resistance and ailment attacks that can splash ailments. Rip Up: Melee cut attack. Lowers bind+ailment resistance for 3 turns. Mud Blot: Melee bash attack. Inflicts blind on all enemies in the row. Mud Splash: Inflicts blind on all enemies. On failure, reduces bind+ailment resistance for 3 turns. Bleach Bash: Melee bash attack. If the target has an ailment, remove it to greatly increase damage.

Night-Knight - A defensive melee class that can create extra HP in the form of padding and share it with allies to soak up damage. Fluff Up: Gain a large amount of padding. Auto Fluff: Passive. At start of combat, chance to use Fluff Up for free. Swaddle Ally: Gain some padding. One ally shares user's padding for 3 turns. Swaddle Line: Gain some padding. One ally line shares user's padding for 3 turns. Selfless Swaddle: Gain some padding. For 3 turns, all other party members share user's padding, but the user does not. Pillow Hammer: Melee bash attack. Spend all padding to increase damage proportional to padding spent. Nightfall Hammer: Melee bash attack. Stronger with less remaining HP.

Stitchstabber - A melee class with high speed that can use splash and piece attacks to stitch enemies together; when one enemy is hit by a single-target attack, all stitched enemies are hit. Side-Stitch: Melee stab attack that splashes to adjacent enemies. Hit enemies are stitched together. Straight-Stitch: Ranged stab attack that pierces enemy lines. Hit enemies are stitched together. Rending Needle: Accurate melee stab attack that reduces the target's evasion and physical defense this turn. Painful Needle: Melee stab attack that reduces the target's accuracy and physical attack this turn. Sever Life: Remove stitches to make a powerful ranged cut attack on all stitched enemies with a chance to instant-kill.

Laundromancer - A melee/support class with damage and healing skills that purge buffs/debuffs to increase potency. Dry Out: Melee fire attack that purges a buff and a debuff. If a debuff was removed, increase damage. Wring Out: Melee bash attack that purges all buffs and debuffs. Increase damage for each debuff removed. Soak: Heal an ally and purge a buff and a debuff. If a buff was removed, increase healing and restore TP. Wash Away: Heal a line of allies and purge a buff and a debuff. Increase healing and restore TP to each ally that lost a buff. Good as New: Revive a dead ally and restore a large amount of HP. Spin Cycle: Ranged ice attack to all enemies that purges all buffs and debuffs. Increase damage to all enemies for each debuff removed.

Threadspinner - A ranged class that can strike and bind enemy lines with lashes of thread, or throw needles that hit bound enemies extra hard. Head/Arm/Leg Lash: Ranged cut attack to an enemy line. Binds head/arms/legs. Coiling Lash: Ranged cut attack. Binds head+arms+legs. Piercing Needle: Ranged stab attack that pierces enemy lines. Increased damage to bound enemies. Vicious Needle: Ranged stab attack. Increased damage for each bind on the target. Needle Rain: 8 ranged stab attacks to random enemies. Cannot hit the same enemy more than three times. Increased damage to bound enemies.

Dyesplasher - A ranged class wielding elements, buffs/debuffs, and ailments, giving it a versatile and flexible toolkit. Red/Blue/Yellow Splat: Ranged fire/ice/volt attack. Inflict panic/poison/paralysis. Red/Blue/Yellow Wave: Ranged fire/ice/volt attack to all enemies. Color Cloak: Increases elemental defense to all allies. Red Ruin/Blue Blues/Yellow Yelp: Reduce fire/ice/volt resistance and physical attack/elemental attack/bind+ailment rate to an enemy line for 3 turns. Rainbow Mixture: For 3 turns, increase an ally's elemental damage and ailment rate, and make fire, ice, or volt attacks become fire+ice+volt. (note: due to the way damage types work in Etrian Odyssey, more elements is always better)

Plushstuffer - A ranged/support class that uses builds up stuffing as it uses basic skills, then uses it for powerful plushie skills. Cotton Catapult: Ranged elementless attack. Get 1 stuffing. Unwind/Pluck Off: Remove a bind/ailment from an ally and restore a small amoung of HP. Get 1 stuffing. Tiger Plushie: Spend all stuffing (max 3) to make 5 ranged bash attacks against random enemies. Cannot hit the same enemy more than twice. Increased damage with more stuffing. Frog Plushie: Spend all stuffing (max 3) to heal all allies and remove binds/ailments. Increased healing with more stuffing. Unicorn Plushie: Spend all stuffing (max 3) to attempt to revive/heal all allies. Increased chance with more stuffing, 100% at 3.

Outfitter - A support class with a wide arsenal of buff skills, which can be spread to buff multiple allies or combined to use multiple on one ally. Can also steal enemy buffs and bind them with restrictive clothing. Daring Clothes: Unlocks the Phys/Elem Attack, Act Speed, and Bind+Ailment Rate clothing skills. Practical Clothes: Unlocks the Phys/Elem Defense, Endure Chance, and Bind+Ailment Res clothing skills. Comfortable Clothes: Unlocks the Regeneration, TP Discount, and Accuracy+Evasion clothing skills. Fashion Line: Use a clothing skill on an ally line. Mass Production: Use a clothing skill on all allies. Custom Fit: Combine two clothing skills into 1 buff on an ally, then double the duration of that buff. Bespoke Garb: Combine three clothing skills into 1 buff on an ally. Catwalk Showoff: This turn, buffed allies deal more damage. Flattery: Steal a buff from an enemy and give it to all allies. Mask/Mittens/Heels: Inflict head/arm/leg bind on an enemy.

Patchmender - A support class with healing and cure skills that apply patches to allies, boosting their stats or negating binds/ailments. Athletic Patch: Heal an ally and boost their phys/elem attack for 3 turns. Athletic Mending: Heal a line of allies and boost their phys/elem attack for 3 turns. Reinforced Patch: Heal an ally and boost their phys/elem defense for 3 turns. Aromatic Patch: Heal an ally and give them regeneration for 3 turns. Patched Tear: Revive a dead ally and give them a chance to endure death once in the next 3 turns. Mended Knot/Stain: Remove a bind/ailment from a line of allies and negate the next bind/ailment they would receive in the next 3 turns.

[girlbeatings]

would u do boot riding w abby? :P maybe some face hitting and her calling u pathetic n stuff..

power kink. boot riding. degradation. spit. slapping. pet play? just some animal style nicknames idk

your hands clench the fabric of abby's cargos, the material creasing in your palms. your face stays hidden, your skin hot and your eyes watery from the pure humiliation.

the friction wasn't enough, the position was uncomfortable and straining, but you continue to rut against her boot like she demanded.

abby was a busy woman, she didn't have time to help you. well, she did, but it was more entertaining to see you hump her shoe like a dog instead of laying you down and giving you what you need. perhaps it was a little mean, bordering on sadistic, but you just looked so stupid and cute down there.

and god knows how it made her feel.

her fingers wrap around your hair, tugging at it to force your head up to her. she lets out a sigh at your pitiful expression, eyes tearing up and devastatingly pleading for release. it almost made her feel bad.

but not enough, oh no. her free hand comes up to her mouth, spitting on her large palm and pressing the side of your face to her leg, her heavy hand coming down on the other side.

the force makes you a little dizzy, your hips stuttering to a stop for a minute. even if she was being gentle, abby's was strong. specs of spit splat over your face, your cheek tingling and stinging at the impact.

her tongue clicks unhappily as you stop to recover from the hit, "c'mon, mutt, keep going."

you feel your eyes water more as you start to rub yourself on the toe of her boot again, the curve nudging repeatedly against your clit.

"faster." she grunts before her hand comes down on your cheek again, holding you in place to keep you steady.

you whine, your arousal dribbling down the leather of the boot as you grind faster like she wanted. it was uncomfortable, your thighs aching and begging for a break.

but you knew she wouldn't allow that, you had to cum for that.

her hum of approval melts your brain— you're doing good. you wish she'd say that, but you take what you can get.

"poor puppy," abby murmurs, her fingers rubbing your head as your breathing begins to become laboured and shakier. "so pathetic, aren't you?... yes you are..."

how condescending and stupid, and yet your thighs tremble bracketing her boot almost on command. you cum with whines and whimpers, your clit throbbing against her shoe.

it almost hurt. both your rubbed-raw clit and dignity aching and probably bruised as you pant against her leg, your nails digging into her thigh.

abby waits until your tense, shaky body slumps against her leg. she shifts her foot a little, hearing the sticky squelch as it rubs against your cunt.

her grip moves from your hair to your jaw, pushing you off her and watching you thump onto the ground. she looks down at her boot glistening with your arousal and cum, her nose scrunching up into a displeased look. "are you gonna clean it or stare at me?"

you do the latter, your eyes wide and your breathing still heavy.

abby's blue eyes roll at your clueless look, "not a thought in that pretty little head, is there? clean your mess. show me you're not as useless as you look."

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[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

No One Else

This idea came to me whilst I was lying on my bed so here you Bucky fans go! You're welcome! Reader has fire powers in this fic and it's set in an AU where Bucky lives in the Avengers Tower + goes on missions with them.

Summary: Your marriage proposal to Bucky doesn't quite go how you expected it to...

"Can't believe we're actually doing Operation: Rescue the Genius Billionaire." You twirl the knife in your hand, sliding it into its sheath as you stand up, stretching.

"You're the one who volunteered for it. And then proceeded to volunteer me," Bucky snorts, double checking his rifle. "You only have yourself to blame for this."

"Hey, this means we'll probably get to share his black card. Think of all the expensive things we could buy!" You laugh. "Or at least I hope we'll be able to."

"Did you just sign us up for a dangerous mission with no guaranteed reward?" Bucky shakes his head, ruffling your hair. "If either of us die on this mission I'm blaming you."

"Good thing we're both pretty hard to kill." You flash him a grin, moving to the door of the plane. It's almost at your destination and adrenaline is coursing through your veins. Blue flames flicker at your fingertips, ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice. You can't recall the last time you felt this excited to go on a mission, maybe it's the fact that you've been partnered up with your favourite super soldier after what feels like forever, maybe it's the fact that Tony is going to owe you a big favour after this, or maybe it's the thrill of the fight to come.

"Fortunately." Bucky hums, walking over to stand next to you. "The amount of stupidity you bring along on missions would've killed a normal person at least a hundred times over."

"Hey I'm blaming the influence a certain idiot has on me. You know, the idiot currently standing in the same plane as me because he couldn't turn me down." You feel Bucky place his hand on your back, patting you a few times before adding a little more force as the door opens and sends you flying out of the plane. Thousands of feet in the air without a parachute. This bastard.

A long string of swear words flow from your lips, spoken in every language you can think of and you swear Bucky is laughing from up inside the plane. You can picture it clearly, his lips quirking upwards, the mirth in his ice blue eyes, the pat on the back he definitely gave himself before diving out of the plane.

Oh.

You twist your body so that you face upwards just in time to see a figure diving towards you. More curses spill forth as said figure wraps his arms around you, grinning as if the both of you aren't falling through the air with no parachute in sight.

"You know you're not that light, right?" You grunt, resisting the urge to bite him.

"Pure muscle and a metal arm, doll." He flashes you a smirk as you try to pry the super soldier off you to no avail.

"If we both go splat on the ground it's your fault."

"Then you're just going to have to ensure that doesn't happen, doll. I'm counting on you." You hate it when he says those four words. It always makes you fold and he knows it.

"You — You're going to be the death of me someday," you scowl. He only laughs, brown hair fluttering in the wind as you both plummet towards the ground and you feel your chest grow strangely warm. Your heart pounds against the ribs that cage it, stomach flipping when his eyes meet yours, his gaze soft and carefree. "Don't regret relying on me."

"Do I ever?" His thumb brushes over your skin, electricity crackling at the contact and you nearly lose concentration. You swallow, pushing his face away and he laughs again, the sound a beautiful melody to your ears. Shoving your bubbling feelings down, you focus on your descent towards the ground that is coming up to meet you rather fast.

"Hang on tight!" Gathering the flames within you, you push them outwards via your feet and shoot towards the warehouse where Tony is being kept, adrenaline causing your lips to curl upwards into a maniacal grin. Blue flames roar around the both of you, under your firm control and devour the roof of the warehouse before it can even touch either of you.

"Look who finally decided to show up." Tony smirks, watching you and Bucky land in a fiery blaze next to him. "And with such a fiery entrance too, what a show-off."

"You're welcome." You roll your eyes, meeting Bucky's gaze. He nods, and you conjure a ring of flames around the three of you, pushing it outwards as he lunges at the nearest kidnapper. A quick flick of the wrist from you burns through the ropes holding Tony hostage and you turn your attention to the fight happening in front of you.

Dodging the swing of an electrified baton, you slam your foot into your attacker's chest, sending him stumbling backwards. Fire daggers follow suit, flying in his direction and he slams into the wall, slumping to the floor. Whirling around, you fire a blast of flame at someone who was trying to ambush Bucky from behind and throw up a flame wall to give the super soldier a moment of respite. He shoots you a glance and gives a signal before jumping through the blue wall of fire, unloading his rifle's magazine into the unfortunate souls in front of him. A quick reload later he spins around, taking aim and fires another barrage but this time around his bullets are reinforced by your flames, piercing through the air at a startling speed and hitting their targets.

It doesn't take long for the kidnappers to fall to the combined might of you and the Winter Soldier. Before long there's only three beings left standing in the warehouse — you, Bucky and Tony.

"Go team," Tony cheers sarcastically, clapping as he makes his way over. "Didn't expect either of you, really."

"You're welcome. Now as for payment, I'll take your black card for at least one week with no spending limit —" You're cut off as Bucky shoves you aside.

"Ignore the idiot. A helicopter is on its way to pick us up, it'll be here in fifteen." Bucky ignores the punches you're landing on his right shoulder and ruffles your hair.

"I'm the idiot? When you jumped out of the plane without a parachute?" You yelp, dodging his attempts to further mess up your hair.

"I knew you'd catch me. That's called trust, not idiocy."

"It's called idiocy when you dive straight at me in midair!"

"I knew you'd be able to create an entrance into the warehouse, I simply tagged along so we'd get here faster."

"We could have died if I couldn't conjure enough flame to send us both flying here!"

"But we didn't."

"That doesn't mean you're not an idiot! It just means I'm powerful enough, you idiot!"

"Maybe the idiocy is contagious. I think you've spread it to me, doll." He laughs, leaning out of the way of your punch. "We can be idiots together!"

"I'm not an idiot!" You tackle him to the ground which only causes him to laugh harder. He effortlessly blocks your fists, ice blue eyes twinkling with mirth before flipping you over, trapping you underneath his bulk.

"Don't worry doll, being an idiot isn't always a bad thing —"

"Get off me you oaf!" You howl.

Tony sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "The two of you argue like a married couple, just get married already and spare the rest of us."

Bucky blinks, staring at Tony while you push him off you, climbing to your feet.

"Yeah so when are we getting married?" You run your fingers through your hair, stretching. He stares at you blankly, mouth opening and closing. You see his throat bob, his metal fist clenching and unclenching — his usual signs of nervousness and feel your heart plummet. He doesn't say anything, not a single word falls from his snarky tongue. Your attention quickly shifts to the helicopter that has arrived just in time to prevent a lengthy period of awkward silence but the ride back to the Avengers Tower is filled with tension that makes even Tony uncomfortable.

Once the helicopter lands, Bucky doesn't even try to help you down. He simple leaves, walking straight to his room and locks the door without speaking a single word to you. You watch as he leaves, barely hearing Tony's passing apology through the ringing in your ears and feel a pit growing in your stomach.

Is this it? After all that time spent cultivating this relationship with Bucky that you love and cherish, this is how it ends?

After taking a much needed shower, you collapse onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling. Did you overstep? Had you read your relationship wrong? Curling underneath your blanket, you swallow the tears that threaten to spill over, fingernails digging into the flesh of your palm. You want nothing more than to take it all back, to preserve your relationship with Bucky. It brought you so much joy, happiness, even if sometimes you didn't act like it did. You had cherished all the time spent with him, whether it was fooling around or going on missions, the only thing that mattered was the fact that you had someone to tease, banter with, be yourself with.

"Y/N?" A voice sounds from outside your room door. Bucky. "May I come in?"

You pause, gripping the sheets. Your heart thunders, anxiety gnawing away at you but your hand finds its way to the door handle and pulls the door open anyways. The brunette shifts anxiously then pulls out a box of your favourite snacks, offering it to you.

"A peace offering?" He bites his lip, gaze flicking to everywhere but you.

"Sure." The word clogs up your throat and you take the box, stepping to the side to let him in. Closing the door behind you, you gesture to the bed. "You can take a seat there."

He nods, taking his usual spot on your bed and you take your seat next to him. He plays with the hem of his shirt, Adam's apple bobbing and exhales sharply. "Did you mean it? When you asked when we were getting married?"

You blink, mouth opening and closing before giving a nod. "I did."

The words come out as a whisper, your chest constricting and tears begin to blur your vision. "I'm sorry I —"

"No, you didn't do anything wrong." Bucky reaches over, taking your hand in his. "It's just…are you sure about it? I'm not someone you should be stuck with for the rest of your life. You deserve someone better, someone who can give you the life you deserve, the family you seek. I can't give you any of that."

"So who do you think can?" You squeeze his hand, looking him in the eye. "Tony? Steve?"

"Tony would be a pretty good choice. He's handsome, rich, can take care of you —"

"Yeah sure Tony is handsome. But he's not the one I call handsome, is he?" You lean in. "You're the one I call handsome."

"That — that's because —" His cheeks redden and he looks away, embarrassed.

"You're the one I want, not Tony, not Steve, not anyone else. I know what I'm getting into, proposing to you but I want this. I've never been more sure of anything in my life, I know I want you in my life forever, to be by my side forever, to intertwine my fate with yours and be yours as much as you are mine. I know the burdens you carry, you know the burdens I carry, and I'm willing to help you shoulder yours, if you will let me." You gently turn his face towards you, earnestly looking into his ice blue eyes. He locks gazes with you and you see the tears that have started to form.

"Will you?"

He blinks and tears start to flow down his cheeks. You simply continue to hold onto his hand and feel him squeeze yours.

"If you will have me."

You beam, pulling him in for a kiss that he returns with a hungry desperation and feel his metal arm wrap around you.

"Of course I will," you whisper breathlessly, breaking the kiss for air. "I love you, James."

"I love you too, Y/N." He cups your cheek with both hands, metal and flesh thumb brushing over your skin then presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

"This wasn't how I expected my proposal to go, really. I had something way better planned out but Tony had to just go and ruin it." You chuckle softly and he smiles.

"You can propose to me again, doll. I don't mind."

"I'd quite like to get married, thank you very much handsome." You boop him on the nose, laughing at the way he wrinkles it immediately.

"So, Tony's black card?" He queries, ruffling your hair.

"Of course. We're going to put the wedding tab on him, on top of a few other valuable items as payment for rescuing him. He can't say no, not after he told us to get married." You grin, swatting his hand away before your hair can get messed up even further. "I can't wait to choose all the most expensive options."

Bucky huffs in amusement, catching your hand and presses a kiss to your palm. "I can't wait to get married to you. You're the only one for me, no one else."

"You're the only one for me," you echo, smiling. "No one else."

[giuliettagaltieri]

Masterlist

 K. Bakugō • E. Jaeger • M. O’Hara • S. Gojō • N. Zen’in • C. Snow

R. Cameron • C. Leclerc

Charles Leclerc

♡ Overdrive

Synopsis: Charles Leclerc has everything he could ever dream of but in a single day, he loses everything.  He wakes up in the bed of a stranger in a place he never heard of with no phone, no money, and his identity, practically useless.  Stripped of a life he once knew, Charles must navigate a world that is far too different from his own as nothing more than an ordinary man.

Chapter Count: ?

Rafe Cameron

♡ Lovesick Little Thing

Synopsis: You follow Rafe around like a lovesick puppy until you start messing up over and over leading to a sequence of stupidly unfortunate events that you have nobody else to blame but yourself.

Chapter Count: 4

♡ Capitol Darling

Chapter Synopsis: Aspiring President Coriolanus Snow and Business Tycoon Rafe Cameron fights for your hand.

Word Count: 584

♡ Not Your Girl

Synopsis: You opened your eyes (Part ii)

Word Count: 2209

♡ Not Her Man

Synopsis: Feathers fall gracefully slow (Part ii)

Word Count: 3193

♡ His Girl

Synopsis: Featherless birds fall with a splat (Part iii)

Word Count: 4532

Coriolanus Snow

♡ Hunt for Glory

Synopsis: After living under the shadow of legacy of your fathers, you and Coriolanus Snow decide it is time to climb to the top, to reclaim what was yours.  You are a convenient ally, a dangerous and sly woman, and to his luck, it seems your heart was tender for him, until it no longer was

Chapter Count: 6

♡ Quest for Happiness

Synopsis: You got what you wanted. Power over Panem is on your hands. But after fighting in a battle of schemes and ruse, Coriolanus and you face a much more complex adversity. Together, you are a force to reckon with but when the odds seem to not be so much in your favor, will you manage to remain together?

Chapter Count: 7

♡ Smile for Me

Synopsis: With your family involved with the politics of Panem, it was expected of Coriolanus to make you the First Lady. Only, he cannot return your affections as he long gave up on such pursuits and only wanted a loveless marriage, until he had to listen to you make a stand for your beloved fabric.

Word Count: 1653

♡ Capitol Darling

Chapter Synopsis: Aspiring President Coriolanus Snow and Business Tycoon Rafe Cameron fights for your hand.

Word Count: 584

♡ Black, White, and Blood Red

Chapter Synopsis: Neither of you are safe in the arms of the other.

Word Count: 793

Gojō Satoru

♡ A River of Honey

Synopsis: Navigating through life with your husband and son who both seemed to have developed an appetite for something only you can provide.

Word Count: 1142

♡ Where the Blue Roses Grow

Series Synopsis: Snippets from the life of Gojō Satoru and yours.  Where the two of you journey on a path that was predetermined for you, with hearts bruised and unforeseen emotions blossoming.

Chapter Count: 9

Miguel O’Hara

♡ Project: Galatea

Synopsis: Allowing you sentience made things more complicated between you and Miguel.  But Peter Parker from Earth-199999 decides to take on an unfinished impossible project of his late mentor, and possibly bring you and Miguel back together.

Word Count: 6218 

♡ Project: Pandora

Synopsis: You are experiencing things for the first time and you can’t wait to explore what the multiverse has to offer, but for now, you’ll start with a messy college dorm room.

Word Count: 2174 

♡ Project: Eros

Synopsis: It does not feel the same without your wings and halo and you turn to science to help you gain them back.  But despite your angelic appearance, you find yourself allured by the weakness and carnality of the flesh.

Word Count: 5435

Eren Jaeger

♡ Sparkly Pink Skirt

Synopsis: When you are head over heels for Eren since high school, he finds it difficult to take in when you start to avoid him.

Word Count: 2586 

♡ Be Careful Not to Spill

Synopsis: Eren does not agree with the euthanasia plan and he will show them, with a little help from you.

Word Count: 2149

♡ Home is Where You Are

Synopsis: As Eren’s past comes to pay him a visit, you come to realize that love can come in all shapes.

Word Count: 1526

♡ Just Kiss Her Already

Synopsis: Craving for academic validation, you find an unexpected challenger who might have hurt your feelings, just a bit.

Word Count: 1724

♡ Kruger and Vixen

Synopsis: Having a love-hate relationship is fun until Eren messes it up, driving you away.

Word Count: 7077

♡ Number One Fan 

Synopsis: You have always been there to cheer him on, if only he would look at you the same way you look at him.  But who are you compared to the all too perfect Mikasa?

Word Count: 5496

♡ Cherry Flavored Kisses

Synopsis: The life as Eren Jaeger’s girl fascinated you, but it was nothing compared to the fascination you feel for the man, himself.  He could be nice if he wanted.  But nothing is as bittersweet as a love unrequited.

Word Count: 5862

♡ Doctor’s Order

Synopsis: You could not make your crush on Dr. Eren Jaeger any more obvious.  And even though you can tolerate his usual cold demeanor, you also know when to draw the line.  1 of 3.

Word Count: 1792

♡ Progress Notes

Synopsis: You are having fun, trying new things and meeting other people while Eren disproves the saying, “Out of sight, out of mind.”  2 of 3.

Word Count: 1370

♡ Care Plan

Synopsis: You’re back from your trip and a certain surgeon finds it difficult to not be in the receiving end of your undivided attention.  3 of 3.

Word Count: 1269

♡ Road Rage & Malibu Barbie

Synopsis: You may look like a barbie doll who got lost on her way back to her dreamhouse but Eren never fails to break your front quite often than you'd like

Word Count: 2292

Bakugou Katsuki

♡ At Daybreak

Synopsis: Yesterday's rejection made an awkward morning more awkward.  Mix in a ghost and a cookie jar, this morning is bound to be interesting.  Who knew that the Bakugou Katsuki knows how to tease girls?

Word count: 1401

♡ Hero Too

Synopsis: Being a hero means so much more than just the career that Bakugou chose and you wanted to prove that to him and a series of unfortunate events might just let that happen, because dammit! You’re a hero too!

Word Count: 3,553

♡ Still Jealous

Synopsis: Bakugou tries his best to be a good boyfriend when you get hit with a jealousy quirk.  And when cuddles don't work, leave it to Bakugou to come up with other ways to help.

Words: 712

♡ You call Bakugou “pretty”

♡ Manga omake

Naoya Zen’in

Coming Soon

[reserved-system]

Renchanting Splatoon AU

Artist is not immune to Treebark/Renchanting propaganda

More Splatoon AU! This time with these two bastards. You know the drill! Rambles + bonus context under cut

Ren and Martyn go way back, like Octolings being trapped underground far back in Splatoon 2 before Octo expansion.

Originally, they were both soldiers deployed to Octo Canyon, that's how they met! Ren's the older and taller of the two, also tallest from his section. A lot of their scars come from their time serving, from falling debris or what have you. Ren has the most character building so lets hop into that.

During his time serving, Ren was stationed on a stage where Agent 4 (or the protag from Splatoon2) had to use a charger to get around the stage and splat enemies. They wouldn't know the effects of this until they were freed and released to the surface.

After they were released to the surface, they all took off their Octoshades for the final time. While the other Octolings were amazed by the bright, warm sunlight, Ren could hardly see a thing, the bright light over powering his vision. After taking so many brightly colored charger shots to the face, his eyes had developed a light sensitivity forcing him to wear sunglasses wherever he went. His eyes were blue, but because of the yellow charger shots over time his eyes shifted from light blue to a lemon-lime-y yellow. Idk how to describe it.

Martyn and Ren were already close from serving together, so when Ren had trouble seeing, Martyn would grab his hand and lead him places, even sharing a flat together.

I see them as queer platonic partners. Ren is Aroace while Martyn is unlabeled, not really caring enough to put a label on whatever he has going on but he does experience some romantic attraction but that's not the driving force behind them

Martyn keeps spare sunglasses for Ren on hand, just in case :] and sometimes Martyn will also wears sunglasses so Ren doesn't feel awkward for wearing them in stores or inside buildings, etc.

Unfortunately due to his condition, Ren isn't able to participate during Splatfests so instead they have their own party for the weekend and anyone who isn't going to be participating in the fest are always welcome to join them.

I don't know if you've noticed but Ren has a HARD resting bitch face (rbf) because of his sunglasses. You'd sit across from him on the tran and he'd looks so displeased to be there until you actually talk to him and he's so bright and bubbly to talk to. Martyn has a more expressive face but I'd say his default expression is focused.

RIGHT. I ALMOST FORGOT.

Ren is a Splatana Wiper main and Martyn is a Gold Dynamo Roller main. I have more thoughts and headcanons about them but I think I'll save it for another post.

Hey! Thanks for reading about my silly lil AU, it means the world <3

[cyborg-franky]

Okay, dumb thought hours. I'm pretty sure Marco had his power *before* he joined the wbp.

But what if he got it after but still as a kid? Imagine a young pineapple climbing up the mast trying to learn to fly like baby birds jumping out the nest.

He jumps, hits the floor like THUD SPLAT and there is nothing for a few moments then he just erupts in blue flames and wings and everyone's just like *you okay buddy?*

Between the goth phase wanted poster and that story Pops always tells/shows every ew love interest Marco has.

Only way to embaress him.

[pretzel-box]

[1 of 5 of Sasha's Background Files. Including some heavy topics like human experiments. This series is a work of fiction. Cordelia belongs to @splatting-stampede ]

Sasha Mariya Lazarski was often referred to as an artificial god, someone who had climbed so high that her fingers seemed capable of scratching stars from the sky with pure force. Countless hours of research had fueled her ascent. Miss Lazarski had the audacity to challenge the work of gods by raising the scalpel, taking human beings and transforming them into living dolls. She would disassemble their limbs, twist their joints, and rearrange what should have remained in place. She stripped the human out of humanity, from her subjects, and reshaped them into grotesque forms—masses of flesh, kept alive only by the tubes her workers had threaded through their bodies.

Yet, there were two sides to her.

Mariya, the woman who wore her long hair in a ponytail interwoven with carefully braided strands. Each day, she put effort into creating a new hairstyle, hoping to impress her fiancé, who always insisted that no matter how she styled it, she was as beautiful as the first day he saw her. Mariya preferred her coffee with two sugars, a shot of milk, and hazelnut syrup—a concoction more akin to liquid diabetes than coffee, but like many things, it was just another matter of personal taste. In her free time, she knitted scarves, dyed her hair every two weeks, and harbored a strong addiction to sudoku.

Sasha, on the other hand, wore her hair in a messy bun, with pencils and pens tucked into it when there was no room left behind her ears. She had an awful habit of biting her nails when under pressure, leaving them bleeding or infected. But pain was something that receded to the back of her mind when she was working. Gods don’t feel pain; they feel power. Sasha was one of Urbanshade’s top researchers, leading her own team and forcing countless humans through the trial stages she’d designed—all with the help of a mysterious drug gifted to her by a stranger.

Both were one and the same person.

One Monday afternoon, the coffee machine on the fourth floor broke again, in desperate need of a deep cleaning after someone spilled half a box of coffee creamer over it. Whether it was a wild animal that broke in or a lazy coworker with shaky hands, no one could say. Miss Lazarski glanced at her empty mug, her face twisting in disappointment, and picked up the remaining coffee creamer. She drank it straight from the box, grimacing at the taste but at least temporarily quenching her thirst. She then tossed the box in the trash, followed shortly by her mug—there was no time or energy to return it to the shelf when far more important matters demanded her attention.

One such matter was Cordelia. A simple name in a file filled with far more complex issues than a police report. Miss Lazarski had spent the previous night poring over Cordelia’s data. She knew everything—her family history, where she worked, what her favorite food was, whether she had ever stolen anything. Miss Lazarski even knew all the embarrassing high school stories Cordelia had lived through. And if you asked the blue-haired woman what she thought of her subject, the answer would be clear: Cordelia was, is, and always will be utterly boring. Ordinary at best. Miss Lazarski had wasted hours of her night studying someone who was replaceable and insignificant. She even used Cordelia’s photographs from the file as a coaster, now stained with coffee rings, marking the same forgettable face on every page.

The same forgettable face sat before Miss Lazarski, dressed in the drab, degrading prison uniform that was an affront to human dignity—and to her personal aesthetic. Telling Cordelia to strip out of that pathetic cloth wasn’t exactly an option at the moment, especially with the soldiers standing guard at the entrance, watching the prisoner closely. Not that Miss Lazarski particularly respected human rights, not with her work so deeply entrenched in the shadows of ethics. But she could afford to respect a person’s privacy—sometimes. A single glance was all it took. Cordelia hadn’t been able to shower in a while; her hair was a greasy, tangled mess that hung in front of her face. Bruises mottled her skin in shades of purple and green, some fresh, some fading. The sight made Miss Lazarski smile faintly. Cordelia was clever. She’d clearly been through some altercations but hadn’t fought back. She’d taken the hits. Prison was a psychological battleground, and this woman had chosen survival over pride. Not that it mattered anymore—Miss Lazarski was here for a very specific purpose.

"Welcome." Miss Lazarski began, her tone clipped and professional. "Let’s get a few things straight. I’m Professor Doctor Lazarski. I wasn’t originally scheduled to meet with you today, but my colleague from the legal department is… unavailable, so I’ve been sent in their place to collect your data. I’m a researcher at Urbanshade, a rather prestigious company. Perhaps you’ve heard of us, perhaps not."

Cordelia’s eyes, wide and cautious, tracked Miss Lazarski’s movements, her silence an indication of either confusion or wariness. It was clear she was trying to keep up with the rapid pace of the blue-haired woman’s words.

"Dizziness?" Miss Lazarski’s voice sharpened, her gaze analyzing Cordelia with the precision of a scalpel. "Your movements are sluggish, the way you're sitting suggests something more than just those bruises. No… you’ve suffered trauma. Recent trauma, in fact. It hasn’t had time to heal. If it had been there longer, the doctors would’ve patched you up. Or perhaps they’ve decided that a walking corpse isn’t worth treating."

Cordelia met her gaze, struggling to process the flood of clinical observations.

"Dizziness, a ringing in your ears, loss of hearing, and the pain… someone hit you hard, didn’t they? Did it bleed?" Miss Lazarski’s questions were cold, almost indifferent, as if she were dissecting a subject under a microscope rather than speaking to a human being.

„I will take care of that, when you accept our offer. We invite you to a special program. It is simple enough. We will free you and you assist us with a small task.“

Miss Cordelia was gone—vanished, erased from existence in less than 48 hours after signing her name on Miss Lazarski’s documents. Case closed.

“I don’t notice a difference.” Charles chuckled, seated at the dinner table, turning two plain bottles slowly in his hands, studying their labels. Mariya watched him from the stove, where she was lazily waiting for the leftovers from the fridge to heat up—just a quick dinner after a long day. Both had just returned home.

“I think the difference is that the original actually has sugar, and the new edition uses artificial sweeteners instead." she mumbled, trying to peer over his shoulder to see the labels herself. "Neither is good, but I guess the new one could be labeled as 'better.'"

Charles noticed her curiosity and chuckled, lifting the bottle higher for her to see. "You didn’t tell me how work was.” he added, leaning back and meeting her gaze.

“I made a new friend a while ago.” Mariya replied, her voice casual. “Her name is Cordelia.”

Charles raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile forming on his lips. “Oh? And how’s she doing?”

Mariya smiled faintly, turning her attention back to the stove. "Well," she said, her tone light, almost playful. "Let’s just say… she's a little hard to reach these days."

The quiet hum of the kitchen filled the air as Mariya stood by the stove, watching the leftovers warm up. The soft glow of the evening light filtered through the window, casting long, golden shadows across the room. The day had been long, draining in ways she couldn’t put into words, but standing here, she felt a stillness she rarely allowed herself. The soft clink of Charles’ glass on the table broke the silence, but it was gentle, like everything else he did.

Without a word, Charles walked over to her, his presence a comforting warmth at her back. He didn’t say anything, didn’t need to. Instead, he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her gently against him. The solid weight of his body was grounding, and for a moment, Mariya closed her eyes, letting herself fall into the moment. She felt his chest rise and fall with each breath, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against her back.

His hand found hers near the stove, his fingers intertwining with hers in a familiar, wordless gesture. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into him, her head resting lightly against his shoulder. The quiet stretched on, not awkward but full—full of the things neither of them had to say.

Charles’ fingers traced slow, absent patterns across the back of her hand, his touch feather-light, as if he were reminding her of something she hadn’t forgotten but needed to feel again. A gentle reminder that in this space, in this moment, she was allowed to just *be*.

Mariya exhaled softly, the weight of the day beginning to lift. He didn’t know everything—didn’t know about the shadows she walked through at work, the things that sat heavy on her chest when the nights stretched long. But here, in their small kitchen, with his arms around her, none of that mattered. His love wasn’t about understanding every corner of her life; it was about being there in the spaces where words fell short.

The soft click of the stove turning off broke the stillness, and Mariya moved slowly, turning around in his arms, her eyes meeting his. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. The way he looked at her—gentle, patient, as if he had all the time in the world to wait for whatever she wasn’t ready to say—was enough. His hand came up to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering at her temple for just a second longer than necessary, as if tracing the path of an unspoken thought.

She reached up, her fingertips grazing the edge of his jaw, her thumb brushing across his skin in a slow, deliberate motion. His eyes softened, and in that silence, they understood each other. Not the details, not the complexities of their separate worlds, but the depth of what it meant to be together.

Charles leaned down, pressing his forehead gently to hers, his breath warm against her skin. His hand found its way to the small of her back, pulling her closer in a quiet, unspoken reassurance. They stood like that for a while, the sound of their breathing the only thing that filled the room.

Eventually, Mariya tilted her head just enough to press her lips softly to his. It wasn’t hurried or intense—just a slow, deliberate kiss that held the weight of everything she couldn’t say. He kissed her back, just as slowly, his hand gently cradling the back of her neck as if he were holding something fragile and precious.

When they pulled apart, Charles’ eyes held hers for a moment longer, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek. Then, without a word, he turned toward the stove, plating the food. The mundane act of preparing dinner felt almost sacred in the quiet, as if the space they shared in that moment had stripped away the noise of the world outside.

Mariya sat at the table, watching him move with the ease of someone who had been a part of her life for so long, his every movement familiar, but never taken for granted. He placed the plate in front of her and sat down across from her, their knees brushing under the table.

In the silence that followed, Mariya reached across the table, her fingers finding his once more. Charles squeezed her hand gently, his eyes never leaving hers.

Time had slipped by, a whole week vanishing into routine, like sand slipping through fingers. Miss Lazarski glanced at the screen in front of her, her eyes briefly lingering on the grainy image of Cordelia. The woman who had once sat across from her, bruised and fragile, was now nothing more than a lump of flesh in a cage, reduced to an experiment among so many others. Humanity twisted by human hands. She should’ve felt something—satisfaction, maybe. But all she felt was the pull of the clock.

It was almost lunchtime.

With a sharp exhale, she turned away from the monitor and began typing hurried notes into the system, her fingers moving with a precision that didn’t reflect the impatience simmering beneath her calm exterior. There was still work to be done, data to gather, but that could wait. Lunch time wasn’t just about food; it was the promise of seeing Charles again. In a world where everything felt measured, controlled, and manipulated, those stolen moments were the closest thing to freedom. It was about the moments they carved out for themselves in a world that was always demanding more.

They both worked at Urbanshade, passing each other like shadows in a world that seldom allowed them the luxury of crossing paths. The cafeteria, though—no matter how sterile, no matter how full of faceless colleagues—it was their sanctuary, the one place where their lives intersected, even if just for a short while.

Miss Lazarski pushed her chair back, the scrape of the legs against the floor a jarring sound in the otherwise quiet lab. She glanced once more at the monitor, at the lifeless scene that had become Cordelia's reality, and then turned away, heading for the door. The hallway outside felt cold and impersonal, the fluorescent lights casting sharp angles on the tiled floor. But as she walked, the thought of seeing Charles, of feeling his quiet warmth in a world that otherwise felt hollow, kept her moving forward.

"Ah, Miss Lazarski, or should I say, soon-to-be wife of mine." Charles greeted her with that familiar, warm smile, his tray already filled with the typical mass-produced cafeteria food—a sad reward for the hours they poured into their work. Mariya's eyes flicked to his tray, catching sight of the small cup of pudding nestled among the bland offerings. A smile crept onto her lips as she stared at it, and for a brief moment, Cordelia’s face flashed in her mind. Something about that pudding, that mundane detail, sparked an unexpected connection—an idea, a new line of research that could push her further.

But now wasn’t the time for that.

"Let me grab some food too. You can save us a seat." The woman beamed at her fiancé, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek before slipping past him. The kiss was light, like a breeze, but enough to feel the warmth between them—a touch that grounded her in a way she didn’t fully understand.

As she moved through the line, grabbing the same mass-produced lunch everyone else had, her mind was already racing, the gears turning. Her fingers tapped idly against the cold metal tray as she thought about Cordelia—her flesh, her transformation, the possibilities. Cordelia was about to reach the next step of evolution, thanks to Miss Lazarskis skilled fingers. Research was always evolving, and so was she. But even in the midst of those cold, clinical thoughts, there was an odd comfort in knowing Charles was there, just a few steps away, waiting with his warm smile and cheap cafeteria pudding.

She reached for a tray of her own, the process automatic, mechanical. But her mind, even with its hunger for answers and new discoveries, found a brief pause—a small, fleeting sense of normalcy in the idea that she’d be sitting across from him soon. It was enough to keep her tethered, just for a moment.

[stealingyourspins]

So if the first Spinjitzu master was the child of a dragon and oni, would it be so far-fetched for the other masters to be dragon children too? Especially with how wonky they are with the timeline.. Like the parents that fought with Wu are probably at least in their 30’s-50’s when the ninjas are born?? Idk I just like to think they’re long lived too.

Or, in which Kai’s self esteem/abandonment issues act up, leaving him feeling unneeded. So dragon puberty combined with getting sick with some fire elemental specific flu decides to throw him into a loop and force himself to be the one cared for, for once in his life. 

-

Kai hasn’t been in a good mindset lately. His siblings don’t seem to need him anymore. Lloyd is (mostly) all grown up and Nya is now a warrior in her own right. He doesn’t have to work in the forge or scrape for odd jobs just to put food on the table. They have a better home than he ever could have dreamed of. They have an allowance. They have a parent guardian that does all the things he shouldn’t have had to do in the first place.

It’s just, the others all have such useful talents. Zane can cook, strategize, and do incredible robot things. Cole had super strength, climbed cliffs like a spider, and was a natural with animals. Jay and Nya could build just about anything they can think of, and Nya always said that his own smith work was shoddy at best. Lloyd was the actual chosen one.

What was he good at other than burning things down?

Kai thought he was past this, past the need to snap out at others and do things alone. He was the last to join the original team. The other three were probably training together for years before he was brought in just because Nya was kidnapped. His entire induction was a trial by fire. It’s just far too easy to fall back into old habits sometimes…

His village was rustic and poor, so far in the outskirts that they didn’t have electric power or indoor plumbing. Nya learned to read before he did,(he still had trouble with it) insisting on her staying in school while he spent all day scrounging up any money he could. Whether from quick jobs or quick fingers. Food was hard to get as a six year old, let alone learning to use the forge with what little he could remember dad teaching him. He had street smarts and improvisation ingrained into him. Thinking on his feet and jumping into action so they could survive another day.

His mood was making him slip, he knew it was but he couldn’t stop it. Sparring against Jay always got him riled up, with all the verbal jabs at his sore spots that normally he could brush off and banter right back. Today he was just angry. Not just his temper but his body feels weird too. Restless, frustrated, sluggish, sore. His skin felt too tight and his muscles ached. His gut and lungs were clogged with soot. His head swims in fog.

Another miss had him slamming into a pillar. Everyone on the side chuckled and it made his chest burn hotter. Kai’s throat rumbled with a growl, a breath of flames licked over his teeth as he abandoned his weapons, loped forward on all fours and pounced, knocking the stunned blue ninja to the ground where they grappled and flipped and rolled through the dust.

Kai’s head lunges forward, teeth snapping together just a second too late to catch an arm. An electric kick to his stomach sends him flying back. Rolling tail over head once, then digging fingers and toes into the dirt till he slides to a stop. Crouched low to the ground, hissing and tensed to pounce again before something black and heavy jumped on his back, wrenching his arms behind him and pinning him in an unbreakable grip.

Kai kicked and screamed and flared his flames against stone skin until falling limp under Cole, exhausted and out of breath. A tickle in his throat turns into a cough, a wad of ash and spit splat on the tiles. 

Cole sighs in relief slowly easing off the other in case he starts up again. Instead Kai keens, tiredly chasing the lost touch. Cole smirks, his fingers petting through the wild hair until the hot head drifts to sleep.

–

“Somebody please tell me WHAT THE HELL THAT WAS ABOUT?!!!” Jay shrieks after watching Kai throw a hissy fit underneath Cole, who was already taking the fire ninja to his room.

“Kai has seemed unusually stressed as of late. Perhaps he is feeling unwell?” Zane says

“Stressed? STRESSED? He tried to BITE me! He went full primal and chased me around like an animal! He grew a tail for Wu’s sake!!”

-

(later after someone goes to check on him, finds his bed buried under a mountain of blankets and clothes stolen from everyone, and runs to Wu)

Wu- “It appears young Kai is experiencing a nesting phase.”

“Nesting?”

Zane- “Nesting. The act of birds or dragons preparing to lay eggs and raise young.”

“He’s pregnant?!”

Wu  “Not necessarily. It is more likely that Kai feels like making one to make himself feel better during his illness.” Wu strokes his beard. “However, if he, or even any of you, decides on a partner in the future it might be possible.”

“He can GET pregnant?? But he’s a guy!”

Wu “Dragons are the very source of creation. Something as small as gender wouldn’t stop a determined dragon.”

“HOW does that work?! Why would he WANT to get pregnant?!!”

“I’ll tell you when you’re older. Maybe a few decades from now.”

-

Is Wu kidding? who knows~ :3 Also would a fever for a fire elemental rise enough to bake the air, and ignite the nest? or douse them into dangerous cold? Having trouble deciding.

[doctorstrangereview]

0127: Marvel Two-In-One #6

Cover Date: November 1974 On-Sale Date: August 13, 1974

With so many heroes living in New York City they are bound to run into each other every so often. Even one like Doc who's adventures are more esoteric than the average super-being. Doc hasn't bumped into the Fantastic Four for years, outside of the occasional wedding and this is his first outing with Benjy Grimm solo. With Doc involved, the story won't fit into a single issue. This is part one.

While waiting for their train, Doc, Clea and some others are enjoying the harmonica music of a strange (no pun intended) girl on the platform. Mr. Gerber gives us a collection of short biographies and reactions of the immediate members of the audience.

The strange woman finishes her performance. One member of the audience, who looks like a shirtless vampire, isn't happy and tries to "convince" her to play some more. Some fashion choices of the 70s were really questionable! Vampy snatches the harmonica and pushes the woman onto the tracks. The woman pleads to save the harmonica. Doc hesitates a moment and fulfils this request. Before he can attempt to save the woman, she is struck by an oncoming train. Instead of a splat, she bursts into lots of multicolored sparks. Well, Doc is involved. Things can't go the ordinary way.

The sparks cover the passengers on the platform, seeping into them and calming them. Once they recover their wits, everyone flees. Doc and Clea leave the platform and return to the Sanctum Sanctorum.

Meanwhile, back at the Baxter Building, the blue-eyed Benjamin J. Grimm, aka The Thing, receives an early morning telephone call. It's from Mrs. Coogan on Yancy Street and it turns out she's Vampy's grandmother. Vampy looks like he's going through some serious heroin withdrawal.

The Thing flies to Yancy Street in one of the FF's fancy vehicles and has a long awaited reunion with Mrs. Coogan. Benjy asks Vampy to spill his guts. While they get all tender, we change our view back to Doc's Sanctum. Doc is trying to discern where the sparkle woman and her harmonica originate from. Clea and Wong watch. Clea must have been watching Doctor Who because she tell's Wong she'll explain later.

Doc manages to contact the woman. It turns out she's not really an entity but a manifestation of the force called destiny. Everyone who interacted with her have, through some kind of gobbledygook, managed to change the course of their destiny. Doc asks about the harmonica but it seems she's not allowed to talk about that and bolts. Doc needs to find everyone on the platform and... do something. He flies off with instructions not to touch the harmonica. We know how well telling people not to do something goes.

Doc finds the young couple and as he arrives strange things happen. First, Sheldon, the husband of the couple has lost his face and second, Doc's ghost is coming the the wall of their bedroom. Doc isn't usually the peeping tom sort so we'll assume he's there to fix the dude's face.

The condition seems to be related to Sheldon's loss of individuality. Doc beams some sort of suggestion into Sheldon's head and he gets his face back. Doc's ghost returns to his body and Sheldon tells his wife that he want's to quit his job and write a book. Yeah, that should go well.

Back on Yancy Street, Benjy has heard Vampy's story and doesn't believe it. The man who grew rocky skin, visited other planets and dimensions, traveled through time and fought Galactus and other extremely powerful entities doesn't believe that a woman exploded into colorful sparkles. While digesting the story and thinking not-nice thoughts about Vampy, Benjy goes outside only to discover the Yancy Street Gang has vandalized his transport.

Doc arrives on the scene as the Thing is losing his ability to control his anger. Benjy asks what he's doing there and Doc says if he tells him, Benjy may think Doc is ready for a rubber room. As the two heroes walk off to discuss, a nearby rat grows to giant size, crawls the wall of the nearby brownstone and attacks Vampy who happens to be looking out the window. The event is significant enough for Mr. Tuska to give us a full page panel!

The Thing grabs the rat's tail and the rat grabs Vampy. Doc suspects there may be magic involved (duh!) and joins the fray. The rat releases Vampy. Benjy continues to pummel the giant rodent. The rodent fights back and Benjy isn't having a great time.

Realizing Vampy is at the center of this, he starts working on him and he isn't very kind.

Doc eventually convinces Vampy that life is worth living and he has some degree of control over things. Vampy's renewed confidence allows Benjy to dispatch his red-eyed foe.

The Thing is ready to go back to bed. Who can blame him. Doc explains there's one more dude we need to ferret out and then there's that darn Harmonica I haven't figured out yet. Benjy is like "Oh well, the night's ruined anyway. Let's go."

The pair return to the Sanctum and Doc asks Clea to get the harmonica. Clea tells him that Valkyrie showed up and said she would bring it to Doc. Looks like they all have another mystery to solve.

On the surface, the story is a bit bland, but looking at all the elements, this is a prototype of Defenders stories to be. It's got that touch of weirdness that will become a trademark of the series. The style Mr. Tuska uses appears to influence Don Perlin who will illustrate many of those weird tales.

Steve Gerber handles Doc quite well. He's more than a spell throwing, exposition machine here. A story like this doesn't allow for occasional intimate moments that provide character growth, but the interaction between Doc and Vampy is telling. Doc tends to be a nice guy, but here he shows he can see the bigger picture. He takes the necessary road to get the job done and save those who need saving.

It's a story without a true villain. Rather, the cast deals with the unintended consequences of an impulsive action. I haven't read the follow-up yet and don't know if Doc and Clea are similarly affected by the sparkle woman. After all, they were present when this all happened.

It's not an overwhelmingly great story, but it entertained and didn't drag so I liked it.

[omegaremix]

Finds For 2020.

Neon Blud “Bleed Blud”

Oto “Anyway”

Rosa Damask Heroes

Nick Klein “Microscopic Cop”

Canal Street Electronics “By The River”

Cure, The “All Cats Are Grey”

Girl Pusher “Out Of Breath”

Essaie Pas “Retox”

Kanga “Going Red”

Sisters Of Mercy, The “This Corrosion”

White Ring “Shaken To Sleep”

Zanias “Follow The Body”

Automatic “Damage”

Filmmaker The Love Market

Parole E. Azioni Karaoke Night

Lead Into Gold “Hard Won Decay”

Essaie Pas “Danse Sociale”

Sisters Of Mercy, The “Lucretia, My Reflection”

Bailter Space “Splat”

Brothers Johnson, The “Tomorrow”

Khruangbin “Friday Morning”

Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti “So Glad”

A.C. Marias “Just Talk”

Nobunny “Taste Just Like A Milkshake”

Top Nachos “Lit”

Sanction “Disfigure”

Selda Bagcan Selda

Shizuka “6 Gram Star (６グラムの星)”

Oro “Stop The War”

Lithics “Tower Of Age”

Self Defense Family “Jesus Of Nazareth”

Clamm “Beseech Me”

Emily Remler “Strollin’”

Human Impact “Contact”

Bikini Body “Hands Off”

Lana Del Rabies “Darcy” (Lav Andula RMX)

Tzusing “1976”

Damp “Death, Sex & Arby’s”

Georgia Maq “Away From Love”

Es “Hidden Track”

Mystique “No Excuse”

Sanction “Malice"

Horse Lords “The Radiant City”

Giant Swan “The Rest Of His Voice”

Jehnny Beth “I’m The Man”

Cleaners From Venus “The Jangling Man”

Pting “Boo”

Dave East “Godfather 4” (f. Nas)

Editrix “She Wants To Go And Party”

Gang Starr “Bad Name”

Snarls “Walk In The Worlds”

Kate Tempest “People’s Faces”

Shopping “All Or Nothing”

Turquoise Days “Grey Skies”

Skux “Kudis”

Control Top “Black Hole”

Free $$$ “Etc.”

Serfs, The “Caged And Bound”

Diat “Positive Energy”

Milly “Talking Secret”

Ekambi Brilliant “Mother Afrika”

M.A.Z.E. “Spread The Germicide”

Algiers “Can The Sub Bass Speak”

Future Punx “F Boys”

Necking “Big Mouth”

Ganser “Psy-Ops”

True Dreams “Please Sir”

Black Midi “BmBmBm”

Coriky “Clean Kill”

Stardeath & White Dwarfs “What Keeps You Up At Night”

Autumn “Night In June”

Miserable “Loverboy”

Lisel “Digital Light Field”

Districts, The “Cheap Regrets”

Seablite “There Were Only Shadows”

Ing self-titled

Power Alone “Self Fulfilling Prophecy”

Algiers “Dispossession”

Mikey Dread “Dread At The Controls”

Lithics “Hands”

Crumb “Ghostride”

Strobobean “Keep It Together”

Profligate “Jet Black (King Of The Road)”

Penelope Isles “Rounds”

Self Defense Family “Visit Scenic Western New York”

Serfs, The “Perverted Disco”

Future Islands “Day Glo Fire”

Help “Pennies On The Ground”

NGHTCRWLR “Firestarter”

Zonal Wrecked

Pete Shelley “Homosapien”

Miserable “Fever”

Killing Joke “Hollywood Babylon”

Windy City “I Still Love You”

Look Blue Go Purple “Grace”

Mountain Goats, The: various songs

Hit Parade, The “Harvey”

Fritz “Ghost Poke”

Snarls “What’s It Take”

Girl In Red “Rushed Lover”

Cigarettes After Sex “Young and Dumb”

RVG “I Used To Love You”

Mr. Elevator “Down”

Tempers “Capital Pains”

Jade Imagine “Big Old House”

Chasms “Tears In The Morning Sun”

Shopping “For Your Pleasure”

cumgirl8 “Hourglass”

Stuck “Era”

Blue Ray “Choir Of Angels”

Bikini Body “So Posh”

Space Above “Stolen Days”

Tops “Seven Minutes”

Serfs, The “Persona Non Grata”

Diat “Sinkhole”

Widowspeak “Breadwinner”

Emma Ruth Rundle “Light Song”

Empathy Test “Monsters”

Parrot Dream “The Best”

Braids “Eclipse (Ashley)”

Parlor Walls “Lunchbox”

Wye Oak “Fortune”

Black Marble “Bigger Than Life”

Widowspeak “Money”

Charli XCX “Cross You Out” (f. Sky Ferreira)

Chvrches “Forever”

Jade Imagine “Remote Control”

Pink Gloves “Wilderness” (INS)

Grimes & i_O “Violence”

Weeknd, The “Blinding Lights”

In A Dramatic Gesture “Basic Aerobic”

J. Zunz “Four Women And Darkness”

Alchemist & Schoolboy Q “W.Y.G.D.T.N.S.”

Masta Ace & Marco Polo “Breukelen Brooklyn”

Smoke DZA & Benny The Butcher “7:30” (f. Westside Gunn)

Alchemist “Fork In The Pot” (f. Conway & Schoolboy Q & Westside Gunn)

D.I.T.C. “Jugganots” (f. O.C. & L’il Fame)

Mike (Bonema) “Ipari”

Ripple “Victorious”

Weldon Irvine “We Gettin’ Down”

Clement Djimogne “Africa”

Eddie Russ “Zaius”

Sphinx “Horizons”

DJ 3D “How Many Ways” (Refreshers RMX)

Progeny “Wet Dreams”

Kevin Richard Martin & Hatis Noit “After The Storm”

MCL / Micro Chip League “New York, New York (Midnight)”

Cabaret Voltaire “Diskono” (alt.)

Cabaret Voltaire “Why Kill Time When You Can Kill Yourself?

Sweeping Promises “Hunger For A Way Out”

Lawn “Jane Ryan”

Jesse Jo Stark “Tangerine”

JPEGMAFIA & Denzel Curry “Bald!” (RMX)

Megaptera “Shadow Land”

SPK “Walking On Dead Steps”

Tapes “Old Pan Sound”

USA Nails “Revolution Worker”

Dead World “Cold Hate”

Zola Jesus “Veka”

Silkies “Take A Word”

Sweeping Promises “Cross Me Out”

Tapes “Tape V”

Qlowski “Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder”

Larry McGee “Revolution (The Burg)”

Lower Dens “Sucker’s Shangri-La”

Ramonda Hammer “Everlasting Love”

Sharon Van Etten “Hurt”

Jehnny Beth “Closer To God”

Lawn “Honest To God / Paper”

Phat Cat “Don’t Nobody”

Hot Tea “Larry”

Total Revenge “Jeep Cherokee”

Model Home X His Name Is Alive “Candy-Coated Dreams”

Steve Hartlett “Overwhelmed”

Vintage Crop “Gridlocked”

Jades, The “Lucky Fellow”

Los Bitchos “Pista (Great Start)”

Corey Flood “Honey”

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Oh my god I was thinking of potential crossovers with Dune and just remembered Aro exists. Like if you drop any other character in Arrakis you would have a very hard time to get them understand the setting but Aro can read minds with a touch. By the way what do you think happens when a vampire eats a Sandworm, which venom is stronger? Or can a Bene Gesserit or Paul survive vampire venom with their witchy powers? I am thinking a starving Carlisle tries to eat one because there is no goddamn animals in that planet and immediately regrets everything.

Aro would have a leg up in that sense and the "he is virtually indestructible sense". Though I imagine he'd be very sad on Arrakis where everyone's blood tastes like this weird blue shit (canonically, in Twilight, humans with substances in their bloodstream/medical issues are notably less appealing than others).

But onto your questions

What Happens When a Vampire Eats a Sandworm

The thing about vampires is they seem to be extremely adapted to Earth. Their main food source is human (hooray, it's plentiful) and in a pinch they can subsist off animal blood, namely the Cullens seem big on mammals so we don't know if things like fish or lizards work out for them.

An alien sandworm with completely different blood that also produces a highly toxic hallucinogenic wunder venom that lets people see the past and the future and develop psychic powers? I don't think that's even going to smell remotely edible. We're not even talking animal edible, we're talking Carlisle would try and would vomit.

So, it's not so much that the worm's venom is more powerful it's just that... whatever vampires use to process the blood they ingest (do they still have livers? the world will never know) it's probably not going to like what that is and the vampire in question is going to vomit. The same way they do when they eat other materials they're not supposed to eat.

As to whether they'd trip balls or not... Well, probably not, but we don't know. Again, vampires vomit up other substances they can't consume, and we have no mention of any ability to get drunk or in any way poison themselves. Probably because they don't have livers the way we do and use something else to process/purify their blood intake. So, my guess would be no.

Can a Bene Gesserit/Paul Survive a Vampire?

No.

The thing about vampires is they move so fast that they could kill them long before they do anything. Their shot would be in that Paul specifically could foresee it happening extremely clearly, and simply choose the actions such that it doesn't happen, and the Bene Gesserit might maybe sort of kind of be able to guess it will happen and try their best to avoid it.

If the vampire's sitting around they can try to use the voice, but this may not work on vampires, as there's a very physical aspect to it that might not sound right to a vampire's ears.

So if a vampire makes them go splat, they're going splat.

But What About Venom?

Venom's a different story and the answer is probably yes. The Bene Gesserit, and Paul as well, are highly trained to be able to psychicly purge poisons from their bodies. This is how/why Jessica survives becoming a Reverand Mother and why only Bene Gesserit survive this process. Paul is notably trained in this as well.

Given we see that the venom can be sucked out in canon by Edward, I imagine a trained Bene Gesserit would have more than enough time to be able to purge it from their bodies with minimal/no side effects.

[glowstickspinalfluid]

WELCOME TO ROLE SWAP AU SQUIDBEAK SPLATOON!! FEEL FREE TO PERUSE THE MENU!! it is a very long post, so I will try to spare you the scroll, but please. there is very cool headcanons on how special weapons work at the end so. please

SQUAD 1: CLOSE COMBAT AND BRUTE FORCE (FORCE SQUAD)

callie mains dynamo roller, orange is a 96 gal, and green is a luna blaster

SQUAD 2: LONG-RANGE COMBAT AND SURVEILLANCE (CALLED SUPPORT SQUAD)

marie mains splat charger, blue is an e-liter, and pink is a squiffer

SQUAD 3: SPECIAL WEAPONS (THE MOST INSUFFERABLE GUYS HERE)

3 mains n-zap, purple is a hydra, and green is an h-3

AND THE TECH GUYS? NOBODY KNOWS WHAT THEY ACTUALLY DO BUT WHATEVER IT IS ITS WORKING

AND OF COURSE

THE CAPTAIN OF THE SQUIDBEAK SPLATOON

moving on!!

ELABORATION ON SPECIAL WEAPONS SQUAD (+pearl)

some inkfish have the ability to naturally activate specials, separate from the general inkfish ability to charge specials from Big Emotions. emotion special charge still needs an outlet, usually ends up being just an ink explosion without one, and as a result a non-natural special activation requires special weapon amplification or refinement tech of some kind. natural special activation is the ability to channel special charge into a natural special, which is a special that doesn’t require any outside amplification or technology to function as a special. natural specials charge with Big Emotions, obviously, but also can be passive or by turfing, or just at the inkfish’s sheer will in some cases. natural special activation isn’t limited to natural specials, if an inkfish has access to any special refinement tech, what they can do with special charge is altered. the refinement tech can amplify a special or refine it, but it’s near impossible to refine a special without amplification.

everyone in squad 3, and pearl, is capable of natural special activation. they each can channel special energy into one natural special each, each of them different. the ability to power up on command in the middle of a war is pretty useful, hence why there’s an entire squad dedicated to it. pearl is a tech guy because she makes and tests specials, but it’s all intuition and explosive trial and error. pearl isn’t an agent instead of a very bad tech guy because she does what she wants, and she wants to dick around with the cephalopod equivalent of WMDs.

ANYWAYS THE SPECIAL WEAPONS

agent 3 can natural kraken, which can be amplified into splashdowns or krakens as we know them from splatoon 1, and later can be refined into reefsliders or triple splashdowns but we aren’t that far yet.

ourple, who I will name later, has natural inktuition, which can be amplified into echolocator, and later refined into wavebreakers

spout, who I will also give a name later, has natural inkvincibility, which can be amplified into ink armor, and refined into bubbler of splatoon 1, and can later be refined for invincibility in other specials and spawn armor.

and obviously pearl has a natural wail, which can be amplified into the princess wail, then refined into killer wail and later the 5.1 version. there's a bunch of other refined wails laying around bc pearl keeps messing around with them though

i'm sure i don't have to go into much detail to get across what the other squads do. we've all encountered scarily cracked charger and roller mains

and that is all, thank you :3

[g0atmama]

More dragon stands au, this time with a few OCs

Beach Boy is a sea serpent that's itty bitty, he's the same size class as Babyface but he has it mostly in length. He likes to sit around Pesci's neck like a scarf.

BB and Babyface are constantly wrestling. His hook teeth only extend when he's actually trying to hurt someone, so she's not in any danger.

Stone Free's glasses are a pattern around her eyes.

White Snake's discs are sort of like. He takes the soul of the dragon + memories of the master. It's a certain way he inhales that does this. The discs themselves are scales off his stomach. He's a legless serpent.

Foo is a colony of more than a dozen dragons that shoot younger versions of themselves. Think the Dreepy line.

World is the gold subspecies, Splat is the platinum. The gold subspecies is a very typical Western dragon, with a roar that stops time. Meanwhile the platinum is more visibly Eastern, but has small wings from Western ancestry. Their timestop roars are a little quieter.

Killer Queen is the size of a lioness. Like all the dragons of Morioh, she's an Eastern dragon. Diamond is the only exception, having wings due to his Western dragon father. They're vestigial however and don't let him actually fly, just glide a little further and jump a little higher.

CD is a little bigger than KQ, but her breath is explosive, she blasts out fire that explodes on contact. Over longer distances, there's a few snaps that get louder closer to the point of impact. If Kira wants them silent as he usually uses them, he needs her to bite down on the target and send the attack that way.

(Oh shit this ended up really long I'm sorry have a cut to save mobile users)

Watchtower are the 53 "cards". They have their usual hierarchy and different patterns. The Joker is still top dog and lounges on Murolo's shoulder most of the time, or sits peeking out of his pocket. They're all extremely small, but do have wings. They're like an annoying swarm of bugs. The kings have a more elegant "crown" of horns, the queens have more of a tiara, etcetera.

(OC) Symbiotic are twins, both little golden scaled dragons. They're small enough to wrap around a person's finger and turn into a metallic substance, locking in place. One has wings, the other does not.

Babyface creates Juniors with her stomach scales. They are specialized scales that act as "seeds". Melone soaks the scales in a blood sample, which Babyface then holds in her mouth to incubate until it's formed. The resulting dragon resembles the dragon of the target with similar powers. IE, the one we see in canon made from Bucciarati, it looks like Sticky Fingers with blue scales and portal generation- though it still has the typical Junior ability of turning living matter into inanimate objects.

However she can implant the scales into human women for faster incubation and less strain on herself. The baby dragon will consume the mother for energy. This is the method Melone usually chooses for a job.

(OC) Faultline functions similarly, being Babyface's sister. She takes a DNA sample and swallows it. When Melagrana needs to pull up a file, she "vomits" a scroll that contains all the information on the target.

Faultline is only the tiniest bit smaller than Babyface. They're not together often due to their masters' different jobs, but the second they are, one of them is pouncing the other for a wrestle.

(OC, Not Mine @jellyluchi) Since I've written about Fire Woman in this AU, my thoughts about her are that she's a drake with vestigial wings on her forelegs. Her mouth has a pattern that looks like bars are covering it, and it glows intensely bright when she opens it. As (one of) Grateful Dead's mate(s), he is constantly preening her scales and the small shock of feathers along her shoulders. She is a smidge larger than White Album, resulting in a lot of chaos when she's chasing Symbiotic and can't stop in time when one of them climbs into WA's fur.

Sex Pistols all have trouble getting up into the air, but they are extremely fast once they do. When the team is flying long distances, the six of them usually sit on another dragon's nose until they're at altitude, then dive off and zoom off up ahead of the leader- which is usually Sticky until GER is in the picture, then its her.

Purple Haze likes when their thunder sleeps in a pile. He will always choose to be the base of the pile. He likes the weight.

Lindwyrms technically can fly if they have wings on their forelegs. Purple Haze does- while Grateful Dead only has false wings. This is why only MiTM and LF can fly + carry someone in La Squadra.

There is one Metallica that seems to have a higher rank than the rest. This one is more of a "salamander" type of dragon, with an extra pair of legs and a longer body. Put any of them on a wood floor though and they're all scrambling to get traction.

White Album sheds every spring. Ghiaccio has considered gathering up that shed fur and having it spun into wool to make a scarf since it's so soft.

Grateful Dead will bite you if you try to walk into where he's hiding during molt. He has even bitten Prosciutto.

Moody Blues likes wearing hats. He will trill happily when he has literally anything on his head like a hat. He's also constantly nudging Abbacchio to try to make him smile.

Pre-PHF, Fugo had a harness to collect the saliva that Purple Haze would drool. The virus is in his saliva but it sent out in a smoke when he's fighting. When Haze is stressed, he drools the saliva, he just can't help it. And since Fugo hated him, he was constantly drooling, and needed a harness to catch the saliva to keep people safe.

The World can and will scruff smaller dragons. Do not test him, he will scruff all of his children.

Since Boho is a phenomenon stand that we never actually see at all, I'm picturing it as incredibly small. Small enough to fit under Ungalo's hat. It would grow a bit over time, assuming it had been given that time.

Gold Experience and Sky High would love to play together if they ever met. Sky High and his colony of rods would have a blast flying around Gold and dodging her as she snaps at them. Meanwhile, however, Under World wound think he's too good to play around and snap at his siblings if they get too close to him in their play.

Epitaph's eyes are usually closed as he rests on top of King Crimson's head until he's giving Diavolo or Doppio a vision. If Epitaph spits on you, he can give you visions too. Sorry, he gotta spit.

Stone Free is very similar to Crazy Diamond in being mostly Eastern, though her vestigial wings are a liiiittle bit bigger, making it so she actually can fly short distances.

(OC) Dream Again are triplets. One of them produces ink in a gland in his body, and he writes with his tail. The other two crawl on a person or object to read out its history. King Crimson tolerates them crawling on him, Epitaph is always snapping at them if they get too close. King Crimson's head is HIS seat.

Sticky Fingers enjoys preening his thunder, but he's not as much of a perfectionist about it as Purple Haze. Once the harness is off and Haze is allowed to preen the others, he goes ham cleaning every speck of dirt off GER.

Metallica and Sex Pistols both enjoy just letting gravity land them wherever when their thunders sleep in piles. The others will pile up, and then those two little colonies will just flop and fall. Gravity chooses one of Metallica to sleep on Grateful Dead's snoot, that is what gravity has decided.

When Beach Boy yawns, his hook fangs extend out. Be careful putting your hand near his mouth, he will accidentally hook you.

[brella-boi]

Wisdom | Power | Courage

Congrats team power for bodiying everyone into the floor!

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I got inspired playing the splatfest and realised that these blorbos are a perfect fit and just had to draw them in the splat 3 timeline.

Unfortunately for me my tablet pen broke after a nasty drop, so I had to return to pencil and paper for the linework and then coloured it all digitally... with a mouse. Progress shots below cut!

The raw scanned in page. Honestly I was getting quite impatient on Julie and had trouble with her leg but honestly it came out fiiiiine. I considered just snapping a picture then lining everything on my ipad instead, but you know what? no. I have a score to settle with god and that is to prove I can colour, shade and render everything with a mouse instead.

Editing the whole picture to make it actually usable. Contrast + brightness + levels adjustment. I ADORE CSP's function of 'convert brightness to transparency'. It completely gets rid of the white background and gives me a transparent linework of this. Normally with traditional images like this youd have to make new layers on top of the linework all set to 'multiply'. I didn't really want to deal with the artifacts of that though, and it would slightly tint the linework too. So I opted for this method for the first time with a trad base.

And all coloured. I know dapples are either pink or blue but i dont care actually theyre green now. The soft brush/spray paint tool is my favourite friend as well as the blend tool. And honestly the only place you can see this is done with a mouse is uhhh mint's tenta spots lmaoo