#That might go in circles-- but eyy

[limetameta]

Played the Last of Us when I was a kid and now I watched the show for the first time and I gotta tell you what this has spawned is a TLOU au in Fmab where Riza and Edward are Joel and Ellie. Al is dead. Blood seal broke trying to save Ed from the infected swarming them. Ed is immune because he did human transmutation. Actually in this au it isnt a fungal evolution type infection per se as much as its a bioalchemy experiment on fungi gone severely wrong so the only people immune are those who did human transmutation because it's fun, chimeras can get infected but it doesn't really spread like it does with humans so they have a longer time before they turn or maybe they need to get bit multiple times to turn. Homunculi ofc are immune because of the ph stone. Want to say that they use a gotcha system where if they get bit one of the souls in the ph stone croaks and not them. Absolutely same deal with Mr I swallow ph stones like a whore Kimblee who doesnt broadcast he has a ph stone so ppl think he's legit immune and they're hunting this mf down for a vaccine.

The author that brought you gnarly scenes such as anything in Black Honour also brings you a scene where Maes has to shoot baby Elicia because she got infected and went wild trying to kill Ed :D

Berthold Hawkeyes house is the best place to be. That man made a bunker decades before anyone thought smth like this might ever happen.

Riza and Ed run into many different folks on their way to figure out what the fuck is happening (this is like set in the 1st month since shit hit the fan so double the chaos - think trains getting derailed because of people going crazy and trying to eat each other - absolute pandemonoum purge type shenanigans where everything is new and the government is losing its grasp on the people)

Riza and Ed are trying to find Roy Mustang whom they only heard is somewhere up north east. Maybe in Central City (it hit it here first and hardest - overrun with infected)

They sent most of the State Alchemist to try and take care of this. But some like General Grand and Colonel Mustang got orders to take care of the infected and make sure it didnt spread - ie theyre the bombs in this au eyy it wasnt enough to do this shit in Ishval guess you need to do it again but in towns with ppl u genuinely know :D !! Horrific shit. Reason why Riza isnt with Mustang and doesnt know where he is.

Radios are down and they need to reastablish some towers that were knocked down.

(Fort Briggs for example in this au would be 0 infected because they kill the infected imediatelly sucks to be u but they are preserving their numbers and they too are in a giant bunker of sorts)

The homunculi are very pissed off about this because you cant use the infected as a soul for their big transmutation circle so Father has put them on Top priority to get to the bottom of this because they are running out of TIME.

Just for shits and giggles. And this rly is the cursed timeline: instead of splicing his daughter with her dog for his recertification exam, Shou Tucker tried doing a lil bit of a bioalchemy experiment with fungi :) because he's such a fun guy eyyy

Riza and Ed are in CC and Riza gets stabbed so this is now Ed's solo arc trying to find medicine for her and anyone to help. He takes her to Christmas dive bar to recuperate. Not a soul to be found there. Everyone is fleeing Amestris. Folks in Resembool are going to Ishval because they know nobody is there in the ruins. Ed doesnt know if Pinako and Winry are even alive but he hopes they are. Someone has to be in this mess.

Ed doesnt rly want to use his alchemy because the more he does the easier it is for these infected to find him. And while he is immune he doesnt fancy losing more limbs to these bastards.

Riza looked super unwell. Ed doesnt know if hed be able to navigate any of this by himself. He doesnt know if anyone he knows is still alive. She is his lifeline at the moment and this means he has to save her. Especially if Mustang is still alive. They gotta meet him and they gotta succeed.

Ed knows the hospital is too far away. But theres got to be a pharmacy nearby or smth he can raid. He has to.

But all of them have already been raided. And the infected are growing in numbers. Yet Ed refuses to go back. He can't let Riza down. He can't let someone else he loves die protecting him.

Through a series of dastardly events, Edward winds up finding a shackled man trying to break free from some infected chimeras. The man is screaming for help and crying and really being pathetic. Ed is the people's alchemist so he will help you pathetic crying man! Winds up saving him. Winds up getting mugged because the seemingly infeccted chimeras and the man are in on a con together to survive.

Edward fights them. Gets overpowered due to numbers. "MOTHERFUCKERS!!!"

"Children these days are so rude :/ "

Anyway after some more back and forth Ed learns this guy is some big shot alchemist from Ishval and asks him if he knows Riza Hawkeye. He needs medicine for her.

The chimeras are all like sorry kid we dont have any medicine.

Kimblee, with a ph stone in him: I could heal her with some alchemy. Our party would benefit from a sniper.

So Riza gets saved via ph stone. Wakes up and sees Kimblee. Imediatelly takes a gun and tries to shoot him.

Especially when she sees his bite marks!! Motherfucker STEP AWAY. Hes like I got these weeks ago!! Liar! No, really! I'm immune! And I'm the Fuhrer President himself *cocks gun*

Fun times lay ahead on their search for Roy Mustang.

[kosi-annec]

[BNHA] Season 3 episode 24

EYY TWICE FACE REVEAL

well that's what happens when you rely on one singular person to be what is essentially the face of pro heroes, cuz once they're gone gonna have a bit of an issue

Awww twice really cares bout those in his circle

Lmao who tf was the blond pigtail guy

... he needs therapy, well, everyone in this goddamn show needs therapy

mmm ah yes, the people who're considered "normal" in a society where normal has practically been thrown out the window when quirks appeared getting better treatment, while the ones who actually need help getting ignored

OOOH IT FUCKIN OVERHAUL

Monoma pls try n be friends with em

Oh damn really?? I thought one of them failed, guess i remembered wrong

Goddammit monoma don't corrupt her

SHINSOOOO AAAAAAA HE'S EXERCISED MORE LETS GO

omg its the fucking brick head student

Pft- i forgot that its canon that denki pets ojiro's tail frequently

GASP THE BIG THREE HELLO

... wtf LMAO

Momo everyone in class 1a are problem children, those two are just the top problem children among y'all

I mean, class 1a might as well they're already being targeted by LoV anyway

Awww deku be feeling bad cuz he missed a class and now he out of the loop

LMAO FUCKING IIDA HSKHSKSHS

PFT LMAO HSKHSKSHS MIRIO, i was expecting more screaming, god i forgot how weird he was lol

His written apology is like 5 fucking pages

AAAA BIG 3 HELLO AGAIN

[tammyhybrid21]

Hybrid Screaming about Rats for an HOUR

(Ft. Bonus dog symbolism as well)

I mean, this is going to be about Mummy and Tad(and Jeff). Buuut I am honestly taking it as an excuse to scream about rats. And their symbolism.

I'll also probably have an aside about Jeff as well, but honestly... Since @shields-and-depthgauges-oh-my​ done her wonderful art-- And I am not over how happy Mummy is to see rats, among other little details. Let's get to analysing!

Sooooo--

First off, I'm going to talk about rats. Because here's the thing. I have fancies. And this is my TOPIC to scream about. No but seriously, back when I was writing WHMS/Winds Howl, Mountains Stand, I gathered an honestly ridiculous amount of symbolism and research for ratties. Which has ultimately kind of being left to the wayside, aside a small mention/use for my old Danny Phantom OC's revival.

Which yeah...

We're not here to talk about Snitch though. As much as I do want to talk about them, the only thing they're relevant for right now is "why rats?" Which-- is only turgently connected to this. Because let me talk about the symbolism and how that impacts how I feel about rats, along with why I think that they're telling in terms of how each character reacted to them when first seeing them in the movie. Beyond the obvious of that one comic's view on things-- how you treat the lowest but--

Which, I actually have some things to say about how Tad's less grossed out than one might think and his reaction is more to Tiffany's... but now is NOT the place.

Meanwhile Mummy's reaction-- yeah. "What's wrong with them anyway?". This is something that maybe would be better expanded on later, but-- that's the common associations at play. I'm sure if I just put down the word-- Rat a million negative things would race through your head.

Dirty, diseased, traitor, thief, liar, coward, spineless, bringer of death, disarray, destructive, vermin, pest, opportunistic-- etc.

BUT

Again, I own fancies. And I'm not alone in owning fancy rats. And if there is one truth I know that's probably universal. A rat's home is only as dirty as you let it be. And for a few of those prior descriptors-- they actually couldn't be further from the truth. Sure some are still certainly true-- but those are also not their problem as much as it's the issue of the world around and what it's given.

Rats are--

Some of the greatest little pets I've owned.

They are loving, curious, inquisitive, creative, almost too creative when you're trying to keep them out of something and they keep getting around your obstacles. Loyal-- rats do not abandon those who're family. They come back--

Rats are fertile, and considering their hoarding behaviour-- well, they stock up, they prepare, they can be symbols of wealth, ambition, expansion, intelligence and resourcefulness. The underground world(which how relevant is that one to Mummy)  And yeah-- but then they have some-- rather surprising symbolism that I just... wish I could find the old sites I got this all from. But most of them seem to have vanished into the nether...

But you know one of the big ones I have on my list that I just-- wish I could source back.

Divine Retribution

Which, probably has something to do with the Black Death/Plague-- but I don't know really. Still!

Rats-- NOW--

How does this all relate to Mummy and why did I want to mention that reaction? Circling back a little bit late but-- Misunderstandings.

And how that relates a bit to Autism, being on the spectrum, what we are-- how Mummy presents himself verses what his truth really is... Weeeell-- Rats actually have a lot of symbolism that I personally think is telling when we match Mummy up with them. Like-- he shows a lot of the same things that rats are associated with in terms of creativity, intelligence(although not in the same way that most people recognize, but the dead tongues, languages) And just generally-- there's a lot.

Like, I would also again, like to think about the loyalty Mummy shows and how he is. And there's something in the Sacrifice scene I'd love to grumble about here regarding that, and ever Tiffany there-- with how it looks like they've come closer in the interim-- not just Tad staying and I just--

But that's neither here nor there, because there's another main thing.

Secrets, Underground World, Stealth

Mummy. Also something about hiding in plain sight. I mean-- how often do you even get a glimpse-- of rats even when you know they're there. Or have an idea of it.

I mean, barring a few places... which as an aside, I want to talk back again to another rat role and place that I think we here in the West-English Countries don't appreciate or understand the MAGIC of quite enough-- India's Karni Mata Rat Temple.

Rats are reincarnations. They're part of that, life, death, rebirth. Rats have their own sacredness. And considering in movie 2 we see them as I guess-- guardians in a way of a temple-- well yeah. But all of this stuff is more of an aside really to the main point and reason I am just-- delighted that rats are Mummy's implied favourites. Because yeah-- they're very misunderstood creatures that live such a short time BUT--

Yeah-- impact and there is a lot of symbolism he shares with them when you bother to look at ALL of it and not just full stop at the dirty side of things. Rats are secret keepers and just-- good beans. Also survival.

NOW--

Let's talk another side of things. In terms of all the animal companions for a moment, but more specifically I want to talk a little bit about how Tad and Mummy look to relate to animals verses humans.

Which-- I know personally-- with my Autism-- yeah, animals are much, much easier to deal with than humans in MANY ways. You don't have to try and work out what someone means when they say something, or any of the other puzzles. It's all really straight forwards. And no need to mask yourself at all. Something I'm sure both Tad and Mummy can appreciate--

Even if it does appear that Mummy is an extrovert, I mean, look how eager he is to get out, interact with people. Which that verses masking-- wouldn't blame him for befriending rats in that case since they always come in a group. Large clans/families-- which yeah-- Ratatouille got that RIGHT.

Meanwhile we have... Tad who's... rather more complicated, but at the same time not and really gets me screaming at him-- because he needs to TRAIN THAT DOG!

LIKE HOW EXPENSIVE?!

I have-- a whole other rant on Jeff's poor to none training level. But-- it can actually be summed up in how Tad is with him in general. Which is... in terms of the psychology in his relationship with Jeff. Because listen here. I had dogs. I've had dogs, chickens, my rats. Befriended cats but never gotten the full honor of owning one.

But--

I actually have some things to say about this-- and it's almost a guilty admission really but... When it comes to dogs and training, I can almost kind of get it. Jeff's lack of training is probably twofold.

1) It's damn hard to train dogs when you can barely train yourself. And 2) it's got to do with how Tad seems to be with Jeff, seeing him as part of the family and as someone who gets him. Which as an oxymoron is a bit about respect--

Although, that's... well, also something to do with Autism and projecting and I should probably make a whole proper rant about that in its own time, along with the FULL "Train yer dog" rant. Which yeah... Sooo instead I'll tie this off with our favourite doggy symbolism and talk about that-- re Tadeo himself.

Let's be obvious here-- Dogs are-- very often associated with dumb loyalty. Loyal but stupid. I mean, at least in American media-- which... not entirely wrong sometimes. Dogs are incredibly loyal. But stupid-- NAH--

Dogs are not as stupid as people see to like to portray them as. It's usually the people around them who're stupid and not paying attention or really working with the dog. Which-- I want to talk a little about Tad in regards to that, but it's kind of hard, since I am... not quite as enthused about it as with the rat rant and Mummy.

BUT--

Protection is the key theme here. His promise-- which leads to his assistance, loyalty resourcefulness... but for all the traits that Tad does have-- I feel like arguably his dog relations are in those lessons he has yet to learn from our favourite "man's best friend"

Communication, obedience, community. Stuff that Tad could arguably improve in. Also I do feel like, there's also some of his big heartedness and the empathy that could be improved, but that's less a lack of as much as he's kind of pushing that down-- and well-- a whole other issue.

Which--

Almost circles back to the mess of Jeff's lack of training.

Which-- dogs are boundless and seek things to keep them occupied. And they also seek leadership, which-- interestingly there's how I watch and view Tad-- and his relationships and he's very much a lost puppy when you look at how he follows around Sara-- which I have deeper analysis on that but--

Tad's... not really a leader as much as he tries to fashion himself as one and play the Hero.

AS A QUICK ASIDE--

While I'm on dogs, I just want to quickly give a shout out to Freddy for making me think he really hits their high points in the small meaningful moments and hints to more beyond just "comic relief" ALSO, Shout out in general to these movies for allowing the "comic" to have their moments where you can glimpse more beyond just that.

Loyalty, protection, communication, sensory perception, assistance, resourcefulness--

In any case yeah!

BACK TO MY POINT--

...Animals are... much easier to relate to a lot of times in comparison to people... and we've repeatedly seen that Tadeo has issues with people. Which feels weird really when he's the protagonist. And while Mummy definitely speaks as an Extrovert.

Like-- He's so eager to get out and be himself--

Tad is... a lot more complicated. Like, I am really, really this close to going back into my usual MBTI analysis rant for him, but-- Tad very much doesn't seem to actively ever really go out and talk to people outside their circle unless necessary. Which heeeey--

Again... Dogs are there to help you with communication, talking to people. Which makes me wonder about the pets and movie 3--

Which-- aside possibly nods to some of the deeper lore with Anubis. Which, let's not forget that he(they?!), also tended to the scales where Ammut is but--

DOGS are all about communication. Which is Tad's BIG issue. And it's not just in regards to how I point out the potential of him just taking the promise seriously and not communicating that. But-- Tad's... not good at communicating clearly with anyone. And we're not just talking in terms of people communication, bad listening and not trusting what people say--

And let's be real, still has a bit of lying issues-- but well... who in the modern world doesn't--

BUT

More, I want to return to Jeff and think about how generally one of the rules in Dogs, canine behaviour issues is... Dogs naturally want to have a pecking order/leadership to follow. And if there isn't a clear one they dictate that they are thus the leader.

Which indicates that Tadeo-- isn't really communicating clearly with Jeff and proving himself a leader... Which heeeey-- kind of hope this becomes more of an issue in movie 3, I really, really want something that forces him to come to terms with at least some of his issues.

COMMUNICATE DAMNIT, TRUST YOUR COMPANIONS.

Mummy, Sara, reign in Jeff and see that he needs you to be steady just as much as you seem to need him. And Tad does need Jeff.

FUNNILY ENOUGH

There are three characters who've proven they can gain some of Jeff's "oh leader" vibes.

Belzoni-- who seems to be able to rally, or at least lead him around a bit, and is looked to by Jeff here-- like Jeff sticks by them...

WHERE JEFF IS ON THE TRAIN FEELS TELLING AS WELL.

Like really?! Why is he not by Tad? But instead, he's following Freddy around on the train. And, minutely following scenes, still following and looking to him a bit. Which interesting.

And most interestingly, from the Facebook shorts, teasers... I'd say for this, it's a walk that's starting "strong". Which indicates that Mummy is also slowly gaining ground with Jeff and communicating in terms of leadership(and no wonder, with his experience).

NOT THAT IT SURVIVED THE WHOLE WALK BUT--

Yeah.

Please let movie 3 have Tad coming to confront this. Please. USE THE SYMBOLS YOU HAVE!

[scintillasofbeomgyu]

˚ · . 𝘁𝘅𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻! — 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨/𝙤

pairing: txt x gn!reader

genre: fluff; crack

word count: 725

warning(s): none

a/n: this is written with the members being able to drive, but like i don't think any of them can 😔🙏🏻 also, they’re driving a whole ✨manual✨

᠃ ⚘ choi yeonjun:

as in anything, would be hyping you up the entire time

“they wish they could make turns like my baby!”

even though he had explained 2828288 times and you actually just cannot make proper turns to save your own life

might actually be scared, but will constantly tell you that you’ve got this and that you're doing great– pretty much trying to convince himself too LMAO

does breathing exercises with you when you hard-break after nearly hitting someone (for his own sake too 🤧)

“a deep breath in, and out” gestures towards the chest “in and out. i'm okay, you’re okay, they’re okay, you’ve got this. we can try again.”

pecks your lips when you return safely to the yard, and is going to brag to the members about his talented yn

᠃ ⚘ choi soobin:

we all know this man is going to baby you, be honest

is going to instruct you with a very calm, gentle tone, but will also hype you up whenever you get something right

when you finally managed to pull straight into the parking bay, would clap excitedly, “that’s my yn!! you did such a good job i’m so proud of you!!”

when you pull out of the parking lot and onto the road, he’d constantly be reassuring you— even when you jumped 3 redlights in panic and the car keeps rolling back at stop streets 😭

“shh, it’s okay babe. you’re doing just fine. focus on the road infront of you, breathe.”

your wheel goes up on the pavement when you make a left?

“eyy, it’s all part of the road anyway, you’re ‘slaying’ as they say!”

᠃ ⚘ choi beomgyu:

puts his seatbelt on, says his prayers, tells you where his will is and says that he just wants you to know that no matter what happens, he loves you

except you haven’t even turned the car on yet

but don’t get him wrong, he has the utmost faith that you’ll do a good job !!

and even though you’re going 30 in a 60 zone, he will tell you to ignore them and focus, then turn around and shout at them from his window in your stead

a loud™ car ride; he’s supposed to be instructing you but he isn’t

“yn yn yn watch out for the cat!” “woohoo good job on that turn!” “OH MY GOD BE CAREFUL YOU ALMOST HIT THAT GUY” “wAIT YOU NEED TO BREAK SOONER” smh. but headpats when you safely return to the yard 🥺

᠃ ⚘ kang taehyun:

is about to be the best driving instructor you have ever met; he is now an instructor before he is your boyfriend

bet he studied the entire manual before your he took you for your first lesson

makes extra sure your seatbelt is fixed properly, shows you how you should set the rearview mirror and reminds you to do your checks

is very calm, guides your hands in the steering wheel to assist you

“yes, good. very good, angel. just take your foot a little slower off the clutch? there we go.”

is very patient !! when repeated attempts at parallel parking frustrates you (as it would anyone tbh 😔), he’ll give your cheek a squeeze

“take it easy. rome wasn’t built in a day. here, i brought some water and snacks.”

᠃ ⚘ huening kai:

would try to cover up his worry with excitement so that he didn’t make you any more nervous, but he’s pretty easy to read so 😭

would panic like beomgyu, but would also be as reassuring as soobin !!

instead of really instructing, he’d go “ah, don’t you want to speed up a little more before changing gears? oh, i think you should keep a little more to the middle of the road, jagi!”

life flashes before his eyes when you encounter a circle on your trip

“no, no, it’s going to be okay !! AHAHAHA THAT CAR ALMOST HIT US! but that’s totally okay, you’re doing so well!!”

breathes again when you make it back to the yard, and claps his hands excitedly “you’re going to ace this test, yn! you’re an even better driver than me!”

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

A BIG collection of my favourite randomly generated incorrect quotes with the top 5 (+ edgejeanist unsurprisingly - I think I got pretty lucky for that part) :

@ohpleaseiwillendyou idk I just thought you might enjoy these 🥰

———————

Tsunagu: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Shinya: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

———————

Enji: You remind me of the ocean.

Shinya: Because I'm deep and mysterious?

Enji: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.

———————

Tsunagu: Where the devil is Shinya?

Rumi: Well, it is raining outside... Maybe he melted?

Keigo : Shall I look outside for a pointy hat?

———————

Keigo : Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.

Tsunagu: But are you shuffling?

Keigo : Everyday.

Shinya: What language are you two speaking??

———————

Tsunagu: So, what are we doing?

Shinya: Wasting our lives.

Tsunagu: I meant for lunch...

———————

Keigo: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie-

Rumi: Eyy, homie!

Shinya: But then there's cootie...

Tsunagu: Die.

———————

Enji: What does “take out” mean?

Keigo: Food.

Rumi: Dating.

Tsunagu: Murder.

Shinya: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.

———————

*Comments under an image of a really hot knife cutting bread*

Rumi: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife.

Enji: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.

Tsunagu: if you want information it is

Keigo : why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?

———————

*playing twister*

Rumi: Right hand red.

Shinya: *ends up on top of Tsunagu*

Tsunagu: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

Rumi: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.

———————

Shinya: What do we think of Tsunagu?

*pause*

Keigo : *sighs* Nice pal.

Enji: I think he’s gay.

———————

Keigo : What do rainbows mean to you?

Tsunagu: Gay rights.

Shinya: There's money.

Rumi: The sign of God's promise to never destroy the whole Earth with a flood.

Enji: It is an optical phenomenon that separates sunlight into its continuous spectrum when the sun shines on raindrops.

———————

Tsunagu: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.

———————

Keigo : If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?

Rumi: Maybe a bit tipsy?

Enji: Drunk.

Shinya: Wasted.

Tsunagu: Dead.

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Enji: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel.

Keigo : An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel.

Shinya: A realist sees a freight train.

Tsunagu: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.

———————

Rumi: Is this your plan B?

Shinya: Technically, this is plan P.

Rumi: Plan P? Is there a plan M?

Shinya: Yes, but I marry Tsunagu in plan M.

Tsunagu: I like plan M.

———————

Kidnapper: We have your child

Enji: I don’t have a child?

Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich?

Enji: Oh god, you have Keigo

(I kinda wanted to change this particular one to Tsunagu, but I think it’s funnier if Enji says this one - especially with the ‘I don’t have a child’ lmao)

———————

Tsunagu: Time for plan G.

Enji: Don’t you mean plan B?

Tsunagu: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Keigo : What about plan D?

Tsunagu: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Rumi: What about plan E?

Tsunagu: I’m hoping not to use it. Shinya dies in plan E.

Shinya: I like plan E.

———————

Shinya: Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Tsunagu and I are dating.

Tsunagu, Rumi, Keigo , and Enji: *gasp*

Shinya: Tsunagu, why are you surprised?!

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Uh oh I’m getting carried away there’s so much more:

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Enji: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.

Keigo, Tsunagu , & Rumi: Okay.

Enji: If you don't want to die, give me all your money.

Keigo: Bold of you to assume I have money.

Tsunagu : Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.

Rumi: Bold of you to assume I can die.

———————

Keigo : Five little monkeys jumping on the bed. One fell off and…

Enji: Was diagnosed with mesothelioma.

Keigo : Mamma called the doctor and the doctor said…

Tsunagu: You might be entitled to financial compensation if he or a loved one dies.

———————

Shinya: Can we go out to get icecream?

Tsunagu: Did you ask Rumi?

Shinya: She said no.

Tsunagu: Then why did you ask me?

Shinya: She’s not the boss of you.

Tsunagu, internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.

———————

Keigo : Where's Shinya?

Rumi: Don't worry, I'll find him.

Rumi, shouting: Tsunagu sucks!

Shinya, distantly: Tsunagu is the best person ever! F*ck you!

Rumi: Found him.

(I am genuinely surprised with how lucky I got with these ones, they make me so happy wow)

———————

Shinya, watching Enji & Tsunagu panic : What's going on?

Keigo : Enji is having a midlife crisis and Tsunagu is just having a crisis.

———————

Rumi: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Keigo : Several traffic violations.

Shinya: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Tsunagu: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Enji: Also, that’s not our car.

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Shinya: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Tsunagu: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Shinya: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Tsunagu: Is it working?

(Again, was not expecting this one to be randomly generated but hey I’m definitely not complaining lmao plus he’d totally do this)

——————

Tsunagu: Rumi, what do you have?

Rumi: A KNIFE!

Tsunagu: Okay, have fu-

Shinya: NO!

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Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle.

Shinya, with Enji and Keigo behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?!

Police: Yes…three.

Shinya: Oh, my God—

Police: Wha-

Shinya: Tsunagu FELL OFF!

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Enji: You know you can die from that, right?

Keigo: *smoking a cigarette* That’s the point.

Shinya: *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up.

Tsunagu: *Eating raw cookie dough and nodding*

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Shinya, trying to convince Enji to join the group: You know... I thought it'd be good to have someone come along who's really... strong!

Keigo: And loud!

Tsunagu: And grumpy!

Rumi: And oblivious to reality!

Enji:

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*The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword*

Shinya: Rude.

Tsunagu: That's fair.

Enji: Not again.

Rumi: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?

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Keigo: Shinya-

Shinya: *sighs* Tsunagu used to call me Shinya...

Keigo: ...Because it's your f*cking name.

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Rumi: Do you cook?

Tsunagu: I made a cake once.

Shinya: Yeah, it was good.

Tsunagu: Really?

Shinya: Don’t make me lie twice, Tsunagu.

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Enji: And now for a gay update with Shinya and Tsunagu.

Tsunagu: Getting gayer.

Enji: Thank you, Tsunagu.

(Of course of course)

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Tsunagu: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Shinya: Sure!

Shinya: Whats your favorite color?

Tsunagu, laser focused: Triangle. Do you like men?

(This is accurate. Why is this accurate ahaha)

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Tsunagu: I have one foot in the grave but in a kind of fun flirty way, the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking.

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Ahaha okay I think that’s enough it’s late now- I have way more but hey, that’ll have to be later

[dusk-writes]

eyy friends, I just uploaded chapter 6 of my big wolfstar fic just in time for Moony’s bday today– and this chapter just happens to contain a flashback to Remus’s 18th, so I’ve decided to post that section here as well! I hope you enjoy this little scene; I think it works pretty well as a standalone c:

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On a clear moonless night in March of seventh year, Sirius finds Remus atop the astronomy tower, gazing out over the grounds. There’s a half-spent joint hanging loosely from his fingers, his soft curls and the lines of his scars silvered by the starlight. He looks strangely ageless, like an ancient marble statue, perfection set in stone and made all the more beautiful for all the scars of ages past…

‘Looking for me?’ Sirius asks softly.

Remus twitches, the way he does when he has failed to notice Sirius approaching (not common, considering his acute sense of smell, but in this case the pungent smoke has probably masked Sirius’s scent). He lifts the joint to his chapped lips, and draws in a deep breath, the glow of the smouldering tip reflecting golden in his irises. He holds the breath, then lets the smoke out in a thin jet that is rapidly whisked away to nothing by a chill gust of wind. ‘Yes, I regularly come up here to look for my mates,’ he answers dryly.

Remus takes another pull on his joint, then offers it to Sirius, who accepts it delicately between his fingers. ‘Perhaps I just wanted to have a smoke in peace,’ Remus murmurs, watching with a strange intensity as Sirius places the unlit end between his lips.

‘Mmh, nah… you’d have picked a better place to hide if you didn’t want to be found.’

Silence settles over them, only the soft whistling of the wind over the castle rooftops beneath them. Sirius draws in a deep breath of his own, the musky smell of the weed at odds with the frosty night air. He passes the joint back to Remus, who leans against the parapet, gazing up at the sky. ‘…What about you, then?’

‘Maybe I wanted to wish you a happy birthday.’

Remus hesitates– it’s not yet midnight, a fact which Sirius expects him to point out (thereby forcing Sirius to defend it)– but the comment never comes, and instead Remus just quirks an eyebrow at him with a stilted sort of nonchalance and says, ‘You couldn’t wait until a more reasonable hour?’

‘We’re both awake either way, so why bother?’

Remus shrugs, and looks back out over the grounds, his brows drawn together and his mouth clamped tightly shut, shoulders tense.

‘I made you something,’ Sirius says awkwardly, unsure what’s going on with Remus. 'I know you don’t like expensive things, so I thought…’ Remus emits a strangled choked sound, and Sirius shifts uncomfortably. 'Er, well, it’s nothing much, so…’

‘I’m sorry,’ Remus whispers. 'I just don’t… I’m not really in the mood, I guess.’

Sirius reaches out, half of a mind to take Remus’s hand, but Remus shifts, pulling the hand inwards. Sirius lets his own arm drop, instead turning to lean his shoulder against the parapet. ‘Talk to me, Moons.’

‘Honestly… I’m not sure what there is to celebrate.’ Remus slides down the low wall until he’s sat slouched against it, and Sirius sits next to him, their shoulders bumping together. ‘This is… it’s going to sound bad,’ Remus mumbles, his shoulders hunched.

‘Try me.’

Remus huffs out a breath, but continues. ‘In just a few months, we’ll all leave here, and… you and James, you’ve got so much ahead of you to look forward to, and even Peter has his family’s apothecary business to go into. But for me– coming here, to Hogwarts, it’s the closest I’ll ever have to a normal life. After this is over… I’m just another fucking werewolf.’

‘Bloody hell, Moony,’ he growls; 'you can’t honestly think that we’ll just abandon you as soon as we’ve left school.’

‘Well… no. But there’s a war on, and James has got Lily, and you–’

‘I’m going to stop you right there, Remus,’ he says flatly, and Remus blinks up at him, startled at the lack of nickname. 'I can’t speak for James or Peter, but I didn’t break the fucking law just for a lark– Padfoot is all for you, and always has been, and will be for as long as you want me there. This–’ (he gestures at himself) ‘–is forever, and I really do mean that.’ This time, Sirius doesn’t hesitate to place his hand over Remus’s, twining their fingers together, and in a moment of boldness he finds the strength to say what he’s never dared to before– ‘I swore to myself that you’d never spend another full moon alone, not as long as it’s within my power to help.’

Remus’s eyes are wide, his lips slightly parted. He has scars on his face and a nose that’s too large and crooked for most people to consider properly attractive and his curls are a mess where he’s been pulling on them and he never seems to know what to do with his long lanky limbs… and he is the most gorgeous person Sirius could possibly imagine. Remus Lupin looks at him in utter disbelief, and Sirius only wishes Remus could see himself the way Sirius does: Beautiful, you’re fucking beautiful as the moon itself.

‘…Sirius, I– but what if you find someone? Who you… want to be with, I mean. Not just as a quick hookup, but…’ Remus shakes his head, huffs out a shaky breath that might almost have qualified as a laugh but seems rather closer to a sob. ‘When you find your own Lily Evans– the person you want to spend the rest of your life with– you needn’t hold yourself to that.’

Sod off, Lupin, Sirius wants to scream, it’s you, it’s always been you– but he doesn’t; he bites it back, as it wouldn’t be right to push that sort of thing on Remus. He knows that Remus fancies blokes, but it is quite obvious that Remus does not fancy him (plenty of other people fancy Sirius, but Remus has seen his darkest twisted secrets and someone as good as Remus couldn’t possibly want someone so messed up). No, Sirius cannot risk their friendship on an unwanted and unrequited declaration of love.

‘…Then I suppose they’d just have to get used to you, Loops, because I’m still never going to go back on my word, no matter what sort of twisted hypothetical situation you try to throw at me.’ Sirius takes a deep breath, then levels his gaze at Remus. ‘Unless you can honestly tell me you want me gone– tell me to fuck off and really mean it. But don’t insult me by suggesting that I don’t understand what I’m offering, or whatever the fuck else you seem to think.’

Remus hears the challenge in his voice, the sharp edge to his words, and glances at him guiltily. ‘…Of course not,’ he croaks. ‘I… didn’t mean to suggest that you’d ever… that you’re not…’ He shakes his head. ‘Sorry.’

Sirius feels the flash of anger and frustration melt away into nothing, vanishing as quickly as they’d come. ‘Don’t be,’ he says, leaning into Remus’s side and sliding an arm around his shoulders. ‘Only… you of all people should know that dogs are very loyal creatures. And I really do mean every word of it.’ Sirius rubs his hand in a slow circle over Remus’s back, and leans forward to look him in the eyes. ‘This was my choice, Remus Lupin, and I’ve never once regretted it.’ And I never will.

Remus gazes at him, wide-eyed, the joint between his fingers long since fizzled out.

‘And… look, now it’s past midnight. So, once again, happy birthday you daft tosser.’

Remus can’t help but smile at that. ‘You said you… made me something?’

Sirius smiles, and pulls the box from the pocket of his robe. ‘All by myself,’ he says proudly.

Remus takes the box and opens it, revealing an assortment of chocolates, moulded into various star shapes. ‘Oh! They look wonderful, Sirius– this can’t have been easy.’

‘Well, the outside is just that Honeydukes 70% you like; I only melted it down and reshaped it to make these.’

‘But… there’s a filling?’

‘All different flavours,’ Sirius says with relish, and he grins and shakes his head as Remus lifts the box to his face. 'You won’t be able to smell what’s inside, though– that’s what makes this my Siriusly Special Starlight Surprise box.’

Remus’s eyebrows shoot up. ‘You’re right… that’s impressive.’

‘I wanted to show you without Prongs or Wormy around,’ Sirius admits. 'I didn’t want to risk anyone else stealing one, since they’re all specially made for you.’

‘Oh,’ Remus says again, a little breathlessly, his gaze returning magnetically to the box. His long fingers skim delicately over the edges of the chocolates, before selecting one at random, bringing it to his lips. His tongue flicks out, eyes bright with curiosity when he still can’t detect the mystery flavour. He bites down, and lets out a soft moan. ‘Ohh…’

Sirius watches, practically vibrating with excitement and nerves; his whole body feels warm and tingly, his heart racing and his cheeks flushed, and he bites down on the knuckle of his index finger to stop himself blurting out something foolish, pestering Remus with half a dozen questions all at once (which flavour did he get? is it all right? is making your definitely-platonic best mate custom chocolates for his birthday Too Much? what if Remus reads too much into it and gets uncomfortable sleeping in the same dorm with a bloke who might sometimes think about what it would be like to kiss him, or other things even more unspeakable? or worse, what if Remus does think about those things too but then they try something and Sirius cocks it up? and on and on and on) and Sirius has to stop himself from reaching out and snatching the box back, chucking it off the tower and into the lake far below.

Remus stares at him, with a heated sort of fascination. ‘Did you… really come up with this all on your own? The recipes for the fillings, and whatever you’ve done to suppress the smell, and…’

‘Yeah,’ Sirius says, attempting a casual smile. 'So you like it? What flavour did you get?’

‘Sirius… this is…’ Remus is, for once, at a loss for words, and for the briefest split second Sirius thinks he might just lean in and press their lips together, let Sirius taste its remnants on his own tongue– but then Remus shakes his head, and the moment is lost. ‘It’s fucking fantastic, as you bloody well know; I’ve never had anything else like it. It’s… magical.’

‘Well, yes,’ Sirius deadpans. 'We are wizards, after all.’

Remus rolls his eyes. ‘Oh sod off, you know what I mean. In a metaphorical sense.’

And of course Sirius does know, because he has felt it too. ‘Like stepping into the Great Hall for the first time,’ he supplies, remembering the first time he’d looked up at the lofty ceiling alight with hundreds of floating candles, the stars beyond much brighter than they ever were in London…

‘Exactly.’ Remus smiles, soft and fond. 'And the flavour was a bit spicy; definitely cinnamon, and… something I’ve tasted in the Potters’ cooking.’

Sirius grins. ‘Full marks, Mr Lupin.’

‘And you said they’re all unique?’ Remus’s eyes stray back to the box, which Sirius reaches over to snap closed.

‘Moony, you fiend, they’re meant to be savoured, not gobbled up all at once!’ He clasps his hand solidly over Remus’s, to ensure it can’t get up to any mischief. ‘…And yes, they’re all different, so you have a lot more to look forward to, but only if you take them one at a time.’

‘All right,’ Remus laughs, setting the box carefully aside. ‘How did you do it? Where did you find the time, or…’

‘Trade secret, Moonshine.’ Sirius bumps their shoulders together. 'It’s like what they say about the Muggle Magic– a Magician never reveals his secrets.’ He gives Remus’s fingers a squeeze. 'If you’re that fond of them, though… perhaps they’ll make an encore performance next year.’

Remus relaxes with a sigh, leaning into him. ‘You really mean it, then?’

‘I love running with you on the moons, Remus Moony Lupin. I can’t imagine anything that could ever change that.’ Sirius brushes his thumb over Remus’s bony knuckles, the small scar curving across one of them, down the back of one long finger– Remus has the loveliest hands– and Sirius decides to throw caution to the winds. 'Live with me,’ he blurts out.

‘Erm– sorry?’

‘After graduation,’ Sirius elaborates. 'My Uncle Alphard left me his flat in London– it’s a nice place; I went to see it after I got the letter.’ Sirius shifts so he can look at Remus. 'At first I thought…’ He gives his head a small shake, shrugs off the truth of how much he wants Remus there, the two of them close. 'Well, it’d be big enough for all four of us, yeah? Prongs said he liked the sound of it.’

For a split second, Remus looks oddly crestfallen, but it’s gone so quickly Sirius thinks he must have imagined it. 'I suppose it’ll be a bit soon for him to move in with Lily,’ Remus says.

Sirius snorts, a wry smile twisting his mouth. 'If she’s not grown sick of him by then, you mean. Still dunno what got into her head, asking him out in the first place…’

Remus snickers at that, his breath clouding on the cold night air. 'Thought she’d broken his brain when she did,’ he says, and laughs out loud when Sirius imitates the panicked look that had come over James’s face– like a deer in headlights, they’d ribbed him after the fact. It had been the last week of term before winter hols, and Lily had approached him in the common room and asked him out to a Hogsmeade date (sometime during the break, after the majority of the students had gone home, since they were both staying and it would be nice to have the village to themselves) and James had hardly slept the night before– but of course it had gone perfectly once James got over his anxiety and remembered that he and Lily had been friendly for months by that point, ever since they began working together in their duties as Head Boy and Girl…

Sirius shakes his head, and pulls Remus into a friendly one-armed hug (he is very careful not to exceed the bounds of what would be considered ‘friendly’, careful not to overstep and make Remus uncomfortable). ‘…Anyway, think about it, will you? Alphard’s flat has got more space than I’d ever need for myself, and I’d miss having you lot around… and it’s properly mine so none of us would have to pay any rent, and… we’ll be able to plan the moons, just like we do here. We’ll find someplace we can all run together, and it’ll be bloody brilliant.’

Remus smiles faintly, and hums as he settles back against Sirius’s side– and despite the fact that they’re on top of the astronomy tower past midnight in the chill Scottish spring, Sirius suddenly feels very warm.

‘…So you don’t need to worry about the future, Re,’ he continues, trying to think of anything but the solid warmth of Remus against him, the brush of soft tawny curls against his cheek. 'It’ll be okay.’ He can’t actually promise that, of course– not with the war looming over them, increasingly impossible to ignore– but Sirius is confident that they’ll work something out. If they could design and create the Map with no outside help, and become Animagi at fifteen, they can manage this, too. 'As long as we all stick together, we’ll be fine.’

‘Yeah,’ Remus murmurs. 'I’ll think about it.’ He gives Sirius’s fingers a squeeze. 'Thanks, Pads. For everything.’

Sirius squeezes back, and thinks that nothing he does could ever be enough. He wishes he could give Remus the whole world, every star in the sky.

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read the rest of chase the stars here!! it’s a (very long) slowburn wolfstar-raising-Harry fic, with plenty more Marauders Era flashbacks like this one as well :D

[thed4rkhand]

fellow 12th house stellium! eyy! I always read about it indicating having a lot of karma to pay in this lifetime lol but it also being one of the moksha houses, would you say is easier or harder for a native to attain moksha? would it make it harder for anyone with so much of that influence to live a smooth life in the type of societies we live in?

Eyyyy!

The karma part is true, but it’s a little miscommunicationised (Is that a word?). The house has to do with karma alright, But Depending on the dignity of planets placed there + it’s lord, you may have a lot of unpaid karma that you might get yourself. Sure it’s the house of losses, but if karmic house lords like 5th and 9th lord sit there, and are not afflicted by malefics, you can actually see someone who will have a lot of material success. (Yoongi’s chart here is a wonderful example, even jungkook has a lot of planets there)

Coming to it being a moksha house and spirituality, again it depends. It heavily depends on the sign the planets are placed in, and which planets they are. For example, I know people with a stellium in the 12th, but due to it being in Capricorn and afflicted (they have moon, sun and Ketu), they’re not really spiritual at all. While this combination would suggest someone very good at occult and heavily spiritual, here, where the Saturn as 12th lord is debilated in the 3rd house, it causes the person to be interested, but very surface level interested, like okay, they know about zodiac signs, but nothing more. So it’s heavily heavily dependent on the whole chart here. This person is also pretty material world bound honestly.

Since people often forget, sometimes planets going to the 12th May just represent material gain in foreign land. But I’m totally going off topic here, what I really meant to say was, planets have to form certain combinations, for it to truly allow the person to attain moksha, otherwise, so many energies in the house just leave people very confused about 12th house matters (example, me). They may have innate spiritual inclinations, but they’re always going back and forth between their views on the topic.

I wouldn’t say it’s easier or tougher without actually knowing the chart, because placements in 5th, 9th or other non-moksha houses can sometimes also be very very strong indicators of obtaining moksha. Yet again, someone might have very very strong indications of obtaining moksha, but then their divisional charts will fail them. So it’s a very delicate process. Vedic astrology just goes in circles sometimes.

Lastly, sure! If it’s written in your charts, of course you will. Infact it’s said, the true saint who liberates is not the one who abandons everyone and lives in the mountains, but it’s he who is a man who lives in the midst of a material world and still manages to control his appetite. So, just because we don’t have the archetype setting for moksha, is no indication that we don’t attain it at all, it’s so much likely-ier that we do attain it out in the material world.

Hope that explains what I’m trying to say! I sometimes go in circles with explanations! Do reach out for anything else!

[gaamagirl565]

Matters of the Heart S3 ep 4

Matters of the heart Season 3 episode 4 The starlit cave

{OPENING CREDITS} {Open to the sun rising over the forest as very few people walk around camp in the early hours of the morning; Varian is discussing a map with Eugene; Rapunzel is helping gather water; Hector is chopping wood with his son; pan to a tent where Isaiah lay sleeping} Isaiah: ….dad stop...turning the apples...into...oranges… {Cut to something zooming in closer on the tent; cut back to Isaiah sleeping peacefully; it zooms in closer on the tent until it crash lands into it causing the tent to collapse making Isaiah scream and fumble out} Isaiah: AH! Wh-what the!? {Hamuel pokes his head out from the collapsed tent} Isaiah: UGHH! Hamuel! This better be good! {He grabs Hamuel and unties the message on his leg} Isaiah: I swear if this whole time you just did a big circle and this is the message I wrote I’m go-... {He reads the note and slowly a smile forms on his face; he grabs hamuel and runs off towards his dad; Cut to Varan talking to Eugene} Varian:  we scouted the whole area for healing herbs and I tried so many concoctions but I don't think we're going to be able to cure this. Eugene: we have to try something they're on the brink of d- Isaiah: DAD! {Varian turns to see Isaiah running for them before he trips and falls in the mud} Eugene: *snerk*...Like father like son. {Varian groans and takes out a blue orb} Isaiah: Huh? Dad...Dad no! No NO N-! {Varian tosses the orb and it explodes into a cloud of suds; as the bubbles slide away it leaves behind a clean but soaked through Isaiah} Isaiah:....really? Varian: Did you really want to walk around with mud on you all day? Isaiah:  that's not important, look at this! {He hands over the note and Varian looks it over} Varian:  captain of the SS Salvador? Eugene:  it sounds familiar. it's a trade ship I think. Passed through Corona a couple times. Varian:  Eugene listen to this he's offering us aid!  it says he has supplies and Manpower!   Eugene: probably not enough to take back Corona but hey it's a start!  how do you know these people? Isaiah: Captain Adrian Saved my life when I fell off the cliffs.  While I was on his ship I did some work to repay the favor.  he said if I ever needed his help again just ask.  I thought this situation was a good enough reason to ask for help. Eugene:  it says he's in the harbor he's using the cliffs to hide his ship from view. Varian:  I guess we're going on foot then... well as soon as Isaiah changes into some dry clothes. {Isaiah slings mud at him} Varian: EYY! Isaiah:  and as soon as you change your vest. {Isaiah runs off with Varian chasing him; Cut to the shore as Rapunzel, Eugene, lance, and Varian peer out from the cliffside at the ship wading in the waters;on shore a crew is taking inventory of supplies} Eugene: Looks like a crew of about 15 people… Lance: So what's the plan? Rapunzel:  well we need to make sure nobody's watching us first so maybe we should set up a scout around the perimeter and then- {Isaiah runs past them and down the shore} Isaiah: CAPTAIN ADRIAN! Rapunzel: O-or we could do that! Captain: Isaiah! There he is! {Isaiah jumps into his arms and they both fall over causing the captains powdered wg to fall off} Captain:  look how strong you've gotten! and I see you found your way back just as I thought you would. {The group walks over to meet the captain and crew} Isaiah:  Captain Adrian this is my dad the one I told you about. Varian:  it's a pleasure to meet you and I thank you so much for saving my son's life. Captain:  the pleasure was all mine. you've raised a fine young man. and you must be the king and queen of Corona. Rapunzel:  you guessed it! Captain:  I promise you my crew and I will do all that we can to help aid you.  I'm not really supposed to be doing this but I think the situation calls for it.  are cargo that were supposed to be trading should be more than enough supplies to last us for months. Eugene:  isn't giving away cargo you’re paid to deliver illegal in any way? Captain:  only if people find out. besides I'm pretty sure Corona can put it to better use. Lance: Those are a lot of crates and boxes. Captain:  indeed!  we have food, tools, clothing- Varian:  medicine? Captain:.... are people injured? Eugene:  we have many sick. Captain:  then we best not waste any time. Rapunzel: we brought horses and wagons to carry the supplies.  I suppose the sooner the better! Captain: Men! help load up the cargo! crew: aye sir! {Isaiah hugs the captain} Isaiah:  thank you so much captain… Captain:  as I said before the pleasure is all mine. {Cut to Noremoth laying in a cot groaning in pain; a rag is placed on his forehead; pan up to reveal Catalina} Keira: how's he doing? Cataliana:  not good… Keira:  you okay? Catalina: When Sterling was born... I said we could start over.  I was still mad at him but he really did seem like he was sorry.  and now that Isaiah is actually alive... not only that he risked his life to save them.  I just... feel like a jerk. {Keira walks over and hugs her} Keira:  don't.  you were mad and you had every right to be mad.  the fact that everything turned out okay is a good thing. Catalina:  it didn't turn out good for him. Keira:  look no matter what happens it's going to be okay. {Everyone walks into camp pulling the supplies along in two wagons} Captain: will look at this... quite the little community. Varian:  the best we got so fa- {A villager runs up} Villager: Your Majesty! Eugene: Whats wrong? Rapunzel: What happened? {The Villager looks up at them grimley; Rapunzel’s eyes dilate in fear} Rapunzel: no… { Rapunzel runs off in the direction of the sick bay} Eugene: Sunshine wait! {Eugene goes after her and everyone follows;  once they reach Sick Bay everyone notices a woman crying over a man laying still in a cot;  Rapunzel takes a minute to look over the man before giving the woman a tight hug} Eugene: oh no… {Eugene walks over and joins in comforting the widow} Isaiah: dad?... is he…? Varian:  yeah... I think he is. {The physician covers the man with a sheet} Varian: euggh...I'm... I'm going to go find your stepmother and brother.  don't go far okay? Isaiah: o-okay… {Varian walks off and Lily steps forward} Lily:  Isaiah... are you okay? Isaiah: what's going to happen to Nathaniel? Benny: ‘Saiah? {Isaiah runs into sick bay and over to Nathaniel’s cot; The others follow; Nathaniel's breathing is shallow and he's utterly pale;  Isaiah takes his hand and kneels next to him} Isaiah:  hey man... that's okay you don't have to talk. just listen okay?  it's going to be okay.  I'm not going to let you end up like that.  I promise that. { Willy walks forward and kneels next to Isaiah;  she holds his hand} Lily:  Isaiah... you can't promise that. Isaiah:  I can and I am! {Lily jumps} Isaiah: I can't lose anyone else. not again. { the hear someone walk up behind them and they all turn around to see the captain and one other sailor} Captain:  I've never seen an illness like this before. Isaiah:  we don't know what it is. we don't even know how to cure it. Captain:  I'm sorry. I've lost many fine sailors to illness. Some of them my best friends. if it's any consolation I know your pain. Isaiah:  I just wish there was some way I could... do something. Sailor: what about the Star Stones? Captain: oh do shut up… Isaiah: Star Stones? Captain:  old sailors tale, there's a type of stone thats said it to Glow like stars.  supposedly if you crush the stones into a powder they make a valuable medicine.  However… Sailor:  there's a reason they're so valuable!   these stones normally form in damp environments such as behind a waterfall making it very perilous to try and grab one! Captain: which is why it pays not to give the boy false hope… Sailor: sorry sir… {Isaiah looks back at  Nathaniel;  he then looks at Lily and Benny all of them seeming to have an understanding; Fade to later at night; Isaiah walks to the edge of camp meeting up with Lily and Benny} Isaiah:  okay everyone ready? Lily:  should we really be doing this? Isaiah: do you want Nathaniel to die!? Lily: no of course not! but the last time we tried to go off on our own we almost got killed. Benny:  yeah but this time you have me. and I'm kind of an expert on not dying. unlike someone here. Isaiah:  sometimes you really push boundaries you know that? Juniper: and where are you squirts going? {Isaiah jumps around clasping his hands over his mouth to muffle his scream} Isaiah:  don't do that! Juniper:  I'll ask again, where are you going? Benny: to get Star Stones! Isaiah: Benny! ugh...how’d you even know we were out here? {Akina peeks out from behind her} Lily: Akina? Akina:  I saw you guys heading towards the edge of camp and I got nervous! Juniper:  you want to get Star Stones? okay I'm going to put it out there right now yes those things exist but at the same time they are next to impossible to  obtain. even a grown man would have trouble grabbing  just one of those things. Isaiah:   people are going to die unless they get some proper medicine!  my dad can make that medicine out of these stones.  if there's a chance we have to try it! {Juniper groans and looks back at the camp before turning back to the kids} Juniper:  fine. but I'm coming with you. Isaiah: what!?  Why!? Juniper: no offense kid but you couldn't tell an onyx from a diamond.  secondly I know forests.  thirdly I know where we would be able to actually find these stones. Akina:  she does seem to know more about it than we do. Isaiah:  We?  now you're joining us?  am I just a leader of a tribe now!? {Juniper glares at him} Isaiah:  fine.  you can come with us only because you know where these things are. Juniper: ‘Kay! { she snatches the map from his hands and starts leading the way} Juniper: C’mon kids follow the leader. Isaiah: I really don't like her. Lily: *snickers* {cut to the forest as their walking through it} Isaiah: Do you have any idea where we're going? Juniper:  I know where to find Star Stones I just have to look on the map for where they might be forming. isaiah: excuse me... might? Juniper:  they tend to form in very dangerous environments.  normally behind a waterfall. Akina: there's a waterfall not too far from here! Juniper:  then I guess it's the first place we're looking.  come on slow pokes and try not to touch anything. I'm not going to get blamed if one of you catches poison oak. Lily: …. Hey um..Isaiah? Isaiah:  yeah? Lily:  no that were kind of alone you know with everyone ahead of us... was wondering if we could talk? Isaiah: oh um...okay. Lily: I've been meaning to ask... how are you really? Isaiah: honestly... not good.   people keep telling me I'm only a kid and that I should remember that.  but I feel like I haven't been a kid for a very long time. Lily:  what do you mean? Isaiah:  look at all that I've seen. what I've been forced to deal with.  and now my friend might be dying?  how can I be expected to stay a kid after dealing with all of this? {Lily takes his hand} Lily:  I don't know. But you want to know what I do know. Isaiah: what? Lily:  I know for a fact that I'm looking at a boy that's gone through hell and back and still come out smiling. if that isn't strength I don't know what is.  you're the strongest of all of us.  Just one of the many things I love about you. {Isaiah smiles softly and kisses her cheek making her giggle} Juniper: are you two done? We’re almost at the.... Isaiah: Well continue what you were saying? Juniper: Shut it! Isaiah:...im gonna kill her... {He moves forward with his dagger before hearing a large growl; All of them turn to see a large scarred up bear} Isaiah:...You know what, I'll let him Kill her. {The bear roars and charges at them; They all run following Juniper whom has taken out a sling shot and started firing sharp rocks at the bear} Juniper: GO! Up the stone wall! Climb! {They all start climbing the stone surface; Lily slips } Lily: AHH! Isaiah: LILY! {He grabs her hand and pulls her up to him} Isaiah: Hold onto me, okay? Lily: O-okay. {Juniper reaches the top first and helps Benny and Akina up} Juniper: Where are Isaiah and Lily? {They all look down and see Lily on Isaiah’s back as he climbs} Juniper: C’mon guys! Only a little further! Akina: You cando it! Benny: Get a move on stinky! Isaiah: Shaddup! {once they reach close to the top Juniper leans down and pulls them both up} Juniper: There we go! You guys okay? Lily: Y-yeah I think so.. {Isaiah looks down at his scrapped up and cut hands} Isaiah: augh… Juniper: c’mere… {She takes his hands and looks them; she reaches into her hip pouch and pulls out some cloth and wraps his hands} Juniper: When we get back to Camp you'll need some salve.  other than that you should be okay. Akina: Guys look! {She points to the waterfall cascading over the side of the rock wall; they all get up and walk behind the waterfall to find it’s covering a cave} Isaiah: Ladies first? No? Juniper: I’m no lady… {She kicks him into the cave; They walk down into the cave and come across a tunnel of glittering stones} Isaiah:....We found it… Benny: Woohoo! Look at em all! They really are like stars! Juniper: We better collect as much as we can, we don’t know how much the alchemist will need. {They start collecting as much as they need and put the stones in pouches; Isaiah looks over and stares at Lily in the glow of the stones; he grins but his smile disappears when they hear the sounds of the bear outside} Juniper: Crap...Everyone hide! {As everyone hides Juniper takes out her dagger; The bear walks in and notices her; it roars and charges her; she jumps on it and they fight their way outside} Akina: Juniper! {They all run outside to see Juniper holding her bleeding arm as the bear backs her into a corner; Benny picks up some rocks and throws them at the bear; The bear turns around} Benny: Come on! We gotta help! {They all pick up rocks and start throwing them; the bear backs further away with every throw} Isaiah: We can drive it off the cliff! Keep tossing rocks! {Isaiah grabs a handful and move forward; making the bear back over to the ledge; He throws one more rock and the force makes the bear slip off the ledge; it bites and pulls Isaiah’s cloak as its going down} Isaiah: AHHH! {Juniper lunges and grabs Isaiah as the cloak rips send the bear tumbling over} Lily: Are you okay!? {She runs into his arms} Isaiah: I’m okay lily.. {Juniper reaches into her pouch and pulls out some star stones} Juniper: Better get these back to your dad.. Isaiah: good point..But um..I’m leading the way this time. Juniper: Over my dead body! Isaiah: The bear is right down there that can be arranged! {cut to the camp at the dark early hours of morning; Isaiah and therest of the group runs into camp} Isaiah: DAD! Lily: Uncle Varian! Benny: Daddy! {Varian comes stumbling out of his tent half asleep holding his alchemy belt} Varian:uh da..wh-what happen? Isaiah: We have Star stones! We can make a cure from this! Varian: Y-your sure? Isaiah: Yeah! 100%! {Varian hugs Isaiah} Varian: That’s my boy!! {Start montage of Varian making cures and administering them to the sick; the purple spots fade from them and they start waking up} Nathaniel: hmm?...w-what’s going on? All 4: Nathaniel! {All 4 jump onto his cot to hug him knocking the bed over in the process} Nathaniel: AH!... {Cut to Varian opening a vial of the Medicine by Noremoth; Catalina looks on in worry} Lance: It’s gonna be okay… {Varian pours the Medicine into his mouth} Varian: now we wait… {Pan over to a candle and show the hours passing with it melting; pan to Noremoth finally waking up} Noremoth: mnn...owww my stomach… did I eat bad sausage again? Catalina: NOREMOTH! {She hugs him and he looks surprised for a moment before hugging back; lily peaks and smiles} Isaiah:Hey uh..Lily? Lily: eep! Isaiah you startled me! Isaiah: S-sorry! But um..I made you something. Lily: Really? {Isaiah holds out a star stone necklace} Lily: Oh Isaiah… Isaiah: I know it's not perfect... But... my dad gave my mom a necklace like that.  and I guess it meant a lot to her because I never saw her take it off.  I didn't even know Dad made it for the longest time.  but if it made her that happy... I want to make you that happy. so... I made you one. {Lily puts on the necklace and tears up} Isaiah: Lily? You oka-! {She jumps into a hug and kisses him; He smiles through it before they pull away} Lily: best present ever… {END CREDITS}

[mobius-prime]

286. Sonic the Hedgehog #205

Oh, team-up my ass. First of all, it's not like such a thing would be unprecedented. It's a very common fictional trope for the heroes to have to team up with the villain for an episode or so just to shake up the dynamic, and what's more, it's happened before more than once in this very comic. But second of all, as we'll see, no such team-up even takes place at all in this issue! I don't know what the cover designer was smoking, but that's one hell of a misrepresentation of today's story.

On the Run (Part One): All the Eggs in One Basket

Writer: Ian Flynn Pencils: Steven Butler Colors: Matt Herms

So we took a bit of a break to follow Knuckles' situation in SU, but this issue actually begins exactly where StH#204 left off, with Eggman unlocking his cell door in the middle of his insane ramblings. Snively hears the lock click, and not realizing what it is, is unprepared for what awaits him when he heads back to check.

Ah, excellent! Snively races down the hallway in a panic calling for backup only to run straight into Jun Kun, who initially thinks Snively has decided to betray them all by letting his uncle loose until he sees just how freaked out Snively is by the whole situation. Eggman, within the span of the few seconds this conversation takes place, somehow gets his hands on a giant robotic tortoise and takes it for a spin in the ruins of New Megaopolis while the troops run for cover, screaming about how his word is law and he's about to destroy Sonic for good, clearly still entirely out of his mind. Meanwhile, the object of his ire is currently in the hospital in New Mobotropolis visiting Bunnie, blissfully unaware of the chaos that's unfolding some distance away.

Man, Khan has really become quite the gentleman since his early days of kidnapping chicks straight out of lockdown, hasn't he? Dr. Quack is annoyed that everyone isn't really taking his concerns seriously, but Bunnie and Antoine are both grateful for the visit and reassure Khan that they forgive him for not warning them of the danger beforehand. Nicole interrupts the conversation to warn everyone that there's something large headed in the direction of the city, so Sonic takes off to have a look, with Khan begrudgingly being forced to stay behind and rest by Dr. Quack. Sonic initially thinks it must be the Iron Dominion back again for another round, but is caught off guard when he sees Eggman bearing down on him. He has to take a moment to figure out if he's actually back back, or if he's on an insane rampage still not in his right mind.

Poor Eggman. The Iron Queen begins directing her troops to mobilize to deal with this new problem, but is distracted when Conquering Storm enters the throne room to inform her about Espio's failed mission to retrieve the Master Emerald. The Iron Queen, annoyed at the interruption, tells Conquering Storm to head back to the Dragon Kingdom to keep the other clans in line, and Conquering Storm seems all too willing to do so. Hmm, seems suspicious…

Oof. Snively, somehow I'm getting the sense that the Iron Queen might end up being too much for you to handle. She orders Dimitri to command the Dark Egg Legion while she's gone, and Dimitri, having better things to do, passes the job off to Lien-Da while he heads to his private lab. Lien-Da, in turn, is entirely offended at being ordered to play babysitter, and opts to retire to her bunk instead. Meanwhile outside New Mobotropolis, Tails finds Sonic running circles around Eggman, reluctant to actually attack him in his current state of mind. Tails helps him disable the machine he's in cleanly to prevent him from hurting anyone, but is baffled about why Sonic wouldn't give him everything he's got.

I mean, yeah, it would be pretty damn horrible to bring down the same kind of hammer on a mentally impaired person's head as one would someone who's fully in control of their mental faculties, especially when one is the cause of that person's insanity, even unintentionally. It almost seems like Sonic is the only one who really understands that as of now, perhaps because he's the one who witnessed the full breakdown firsthand. The two decide to take Eggman back to the city to keep him in protective custody there, figuring it's better they have him than the Iron Dominion, and Sonic leaps up to kindly offer him a truce and to take him back "home" only to be socked in the face by a triumphant Eggman, who promptly passes out from his giggling. Just as Sonic and Tails begin trying to carry him back who shows up but… the Iron Dominion, of course! Meaning the Iron King and Queen, Snively, and the Yagyu ninjas, all looking to take Eggman back with them. Why they so desperately want him in their base when he's effectively useless and frankly a liability at this point is a bit of a mystery, but Sonic tells Tails to take Eggman back on his own while he faces down the horde single-handedly. Good luck there, Sonic!

Birthright (Part One)

Writer: Ian Flynn Pencils: Jamal Peppers Colors: Matt Herms

So despite the fairly short length of this story, I actually find it incredibly significant, because it gives some actual depth to Lien-Da's character and backstory than even Kenders didn't think to give her. Lien-Da is relaxing in her bunk, still angry over how she's been treated lately, and her thoughts drift again to how she believes she's overdue to attain the title of Grandmaster. We then get to see a memory of her past, back when the Dark Legion were all still stuck in the Twilight Zone. She and her brother Kragok (eyy, remember him?) had been scheming for years to take the title for themselves, intending to become joint Grandmasters of the Legion. From here we actually get into some backstory that was only ever covered once, way back in SSS#11, concerning their and Julie-Su's biological father Luger. If you'll recall, they never forgave him for remarrying and having a daughter with his new wife, and ended up secretly killing their stepmother - Julie-Su's biological mother - as revenge. It was vaguely hinted that they then found a way to make Luger "disappear," but never confirmed until now. Neither of them considered Luger as much of a father to them, instead viewing their grandfather Moritori Rex as their actual father figure. Lien-Da was happy to go along with Kragok's plan to off Luger, but didn't anticipate he may have larger ambitions than he'd revealed to her.

I mean, on the one hand, it seems a little silly to feel bad for someone whose plan to kill their own father backfired on them, but on the other hand, damn, what a scummy thing for Kragok to do. He visited her later in the hospital where she was severely injured and recovering while wrapped in bandages, and patronizingly informed her that while she was unconscious he managed to smooth the incident over as a fatal accident, and has stepped up as sole Grandmaster in Luger's absence, though he insists she remain Kommissar at his side. She felt horrified and betrayed, but could do nothing about it without revealing the extent of their plan. In the present, Lien-Da is shaken from her reverie by Dimitri calling for her to come to his lab, and gets out of bed with a new feeling of purpose, determined to finally take the title of Grandmaster that she feels she so deserves.

[unnecessarybeltbuckles]

Hey ny’all, finally, here’s a summary of points of interest I found in Shang Tsung’s mk11 gear, skins, moves, etc. Mostly small notes of references and new things, as well some personal observations. Hope you get something out of it~~

A couple of General Notes

There’s a bunch of references to Onaga throughout Shang’s gear (Skin: Onaga’s resurrector; Scroll: Onaga’s cryptic magic; Soul Phylactery: Soulbreath of the Dragon King; etc). It looks like they’re buffing his association with the Outworld Dragon King real hard (though in the previous iterations he was only interested in Onaga after Quan Chi discovered the tomb and sought Shang Tsung out to help him, huh). If we see Shang in a future game and they don’t trash everything from MK11, I’ll bet big money that his main motives are going to involve Onaga. It’s an interesting turn on his character, when he’s supposedly loyal to Shao Kahn. I think it’s relatedly somewhat significant that Shang has a lot of dragons in his design, alongside his usual snakes, this time round. 

And a really general note: a rule of thumb for gear, if you want to hunt for references yourself — if you see a name in a gear that seems really out of place and you don’t recognize, there’s a good chance it’s a developer’s name. 

Gear

Bracers

Tokens of Shao Kahn’s Favor — it could be false airs, but I thought it was interesting that Shao Kahn would grant Tsung these special bracers (and they look like snakes, adorable) when Tsung’s his bound servant. Shao doesn’t seem the type to bestow gifts on servants. Does Shao Kahn actually favor Shang Tsung? Who knows. 

Soulsnake Arms — You’ve heard of soulnados, now get ready for

Z’ankarian Forged Bracers — As revealed in the Krypt, the Z’ankarian empire was one of Onaga’s greatest allies, who were tricked and crushed by Shao Kahn when he came to reign. Another off-handed reference to Onaga. 

Bracers of Mendalgavia — As revealed in the Krypt, the Mendalgavians were a race of cyclops from the Chaos realm wiped out by the Seidan. 

Korloven Imperial Bracers — The Korloven were briefly mentioned in the Krypt as being wiped out by the Shokan, no mention of what they even were. 

Armor of the Kafallah Warlocks — Now these guys are interesting because, according to new Krypt lore, they were an ancient cult of Outworld sorcerers who worked closely with Outworld Kahns with the secret agenda of bringing about Netherrealm’s conquest; they were supposedly found and wiped out, but this seems right up Tsung’s alley. I could definitely see a possible association.

Ancient Scrolls 

Spells of Tarkata’s Augerers — Apparently, Tarkatans have their own system of magick and clairvoyance 

Zaterran Conjuring Rituals — Zaterrans (like Reptile) apparently also have their own system of magick

Handscroll of Vaeternus — Vaeternus is the home of the Vampires, although we haven’t seen any of them in this timeline

Divine Words of Ashrah — eyy Ashrah cameo

Soul Phylacteries 

Poached Will of the Matoka — Matoka is the tribe that Nightwolf comes from

Last Remnants of Searealm — A new mention of a realm, which apparently was somehow destroyed

Stolen Lives of Sun Do — According to the Krypt, Sun Do is the village that Tsung and Quan Chi enslaved during the events of Deadly Alliance (interesting that this event is referenced multiple times when it didn’t happen in this timeline…)

Decanted Lightrealm Essence — Another new mention of a realm

Vital Spark of Vaeternus — Another reference to the realm of the Vampires

Distilled Spirit of Jerrod — Apparently, Tsung is able to isolate King Jerrod (King of Edenia)’s soul from Ermac (rest in pieces). Why does he specifically want it so bad? 

Quan Chi’s Quintessence — I’m still living for this reference where this little bottle looks even looks like Quan Chi. I do think it’s worth to note that Tsung has Quan Chi’s quintessence, a step above just his essence… and just the fact that he sought to hunt it down and keep it in the first place and it’s the last item on the list. C’mon. Could he be hanging onto it for a possible resurrection? I think it’s possible.  

Skins

Student of Death — I know skins are really low-tier when it comes to canon legitimacy, but I think the idea of Tsung possibly studying under Shinnok is VERY interesting

Shao Kahn’s Seer — The idea of Tsung being Shao Kahn’s seer, a sort of oracle, caught me by surprise, especially at the implication that this was a major role for Tsung under Shao Kahn. We haven’t heard about it before but apparently Tsung has significant skills involving divination and fortune-telling. (and, Shang Tsung has probably lied to Shao Kahn by it. Many times.)

Moves - subtle observations about Shang’s character through his moves

-Most of his sorcery involves his hands, summoning and directing magick/energy through the motion of his hands

-Alongside, his pyromantic abilities seem particularly hand-oriented; generating fireskulls through his hands, summoning and guiding fire, using fire in hand blows, and the new ability where he swipes at the ground and it creates fiery gouges in the earth. (Just a personal note of something of a headcanon here, I imagine that these fiery gouges and things like the magma pool that opens beneath the opponent in Shang’s throw are his ability to super-heat the earth till it briefly turns to magma/lava, because he’s just that kool)

-Okay so the scroll and its associated abilities are a subject of great interest to me. Corpse drop especially — it seems so out of place for Tsung’s abilities. Tsung does deal with souls, yes, but he’s never expressed truly necromantic abilities before now; the ability to summon a marred corpse from the sky comes seemingly out of nowhere for his character. He also uses the scroll to cast debuffs on his opponents and buffs for himself, surrounding the enemy in red and purple auras respectively — similar to Quan Chi’s magick circles. The scroll is also used to amplify soul energy and expulses purple energy in his back throw. All of these colors, green red and purple, are colors associated with Quan Chi’s magick. Most notably, the purple and red magick aren’t otherwise present in Tsung’s sorcery except with the scroll. This, combined with the fact that the necromantic move seems so out of place for him — well, I think there’s a distinct possibility that, in the least, the scroll was not originally of Shang Tsung’s possession. Whatever you want to conclude with that theory. 

Fatalities

Both of Tsung’s fatalities are, in the least, unconventional

-In “Kondemned to the Damned,” he summons two zombie-like being from a fiery pit in the ground who appear to be remnants of Shaolin Monks, after raising his opponent in magical binds which is a thing he can apparently do. The zombie-monks (I initially thought they were a couple of the servants from Tsung’s island but proved this to be incorrect, thanks mk wiki) have glowing green eyes, suggesting that they may be reanimated with some soul power. Once again, to note, Shang Tsung is displaying necromantic abilities that we haven’t seen before— and the rupturing of these zombies from a fiery pit seems rather hell-ish. Maybe he’s learned some new tricks from hellish sources. Maybe I ship ShangChi and look for connections in all probable venues. Who knows. 

Then, his “Shokan Reborn” fatality has many new implications. Shang Tsung never had a particular connection to Kintaro, other than by proximity to Shao Kahn and Goro. This might suggest that Tsung has a stronger tie to the Shokan as a whole than originally suggested (or, maybe, he just thinks they’re neat). Kintaro is “reborn” through the body of another living being, which begs many questions; can Tsung resurrect anyone like this? Why does he have Kintaro’s soul on speeddial? Is a living body required? What’s the extent of this resurrection — does it tear the person apart then disperse after a few seconds, or is it more permanent? Is it just a neat ploy for a neat fatality that will never be seen again? Probably. Note that again Kitaro’s eyes are glowing green, indicative that if this is truly a resurrection, or merely a temporary summoning, he is likely completely subservient to Shang Tsung’s will, zombie-like. 

I hope this was at least mildly interesting, I enjoyed hunting through the nooks and crannies of this character. If you ever want to discuss anything about Shang Tsung ever, please feel free to pop into my inbox :)

[thecrotchhand]

health class >:(

-ug

-did somebody say rick of suicide

-”ooh, there’s a laser!” -student teacher

-good ways to manage stress- “punching a hole through the wall”

-”do you have a long-term goal?” “dying”

-”we should deport justin bieber back to canada”

-”if you say you're gonna do something, then do it" "i'm gonna kill myself ;))"

-"i'm busy singing Africa by Toto" *off-key singing continues*

-"when you lose weight, where does it go?" "it goes to weight heaven"

-the guy next to me started playing Africa quietly from his phone

-"i'm talking to bowl cut. just kidding chris. i love you." "...i'm getting a haircut."

-"you don't lift to get swole" -st

-"that sounds not good for you" "i'm gonna try it"

-"during pregnancy, the women in here are gonna need more folate, iron, and calcium" "no, i'm gonna need a coathanger"

-"liar liar pants for hire"

-"is eustress good stress or bad stress?" (long silence) "it's good stress! yay!" -st

-good ways to relax- "11 hours straight of anime"

-"everything's gonna be ok" lmao good joke

-"precipitation... wait i mean perspiration. it still counts, it's raining from your body."

-ways to manage depression- "kill yourself :D"

-help the teacher (flynn) has been yelling at us for the past five minutes

-uh oh she said damn it's gettin' wild

-she went back into her office after and all of a sudden we hear a quiet "oh, happy Wednesday"

-"is it possible to have an abortion 700 weeks late?"

-"what's the r-word we talked about?" "rawr XD"

-"what does autonomy mean?" "it's like grey's anatomy but for cars"

-alcoholism is a good sims trait

-guy: sneezes

guy's friend: "god bless... america"

-”what do you say to your sibling during an argument?” "you should've been aborted" “no”

- "your personality might be kind of boring" "like a potato!" "yeah"

-"what does down to earth mean?" "it means you're like the lorax, you speak for the trees"

-"he was happy?" "yeah! put him working with me and larson for ten years and... we fixed him!"

-the student teacher generally has a habit of sarcastic yaying and it entertains me

-"jason (chris) move your head" "just throw a rock at it, it'll move"

-someone was trying to come up with weird phobias and someone suggested genital herpes

-"sir you've been diagnose with hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia " "aahHH"

-"if someone comes up to you and says a mean word, you're gonna be upset" "hey sam" "what" "fuck"

-"i found a big circle"

-"*cough* flynn"

flynn, out of nowhere: "i heard that"

-"have you guys seen cabin in the woods?" "wait, the one with the cabin in the woods?"

-:(

-"let's say you don't have a gun" "pft, not in america"

-we were talking about miscarriage and cody goes "fetus... deletus"

-examples of anger- "when mcdonald's doesn't have ice cream"

-video from the 80's: "depression isn't talked about"

-a seal saved this guy's life and he just: 'ah yes it was all because of god' ¿¿¿???

-80's commercials are the weirdest shit

-yepperdoodles

-"...gonna get addicted to xanax"

-"you guys all did a really good job on your tests" "i got a C" "i got a D+" "yeah there wasn't a single person i was not happy with"

-"you say you see really good scores, but what i'm seeing is a D"

-examples of compromise- "i got a D+, but i feel i deserved an A, so let's meet in the middle with a C" "but what do i get out of it?" "if he passes the class, you don't have to see him anymore"

-"oh no my one feeling"

-"what are some ways to resolve conflict?" "killing yourself"

-"put away the candy this is health class"

-(talking about conflict) "...then the fire nation attacked"

-(softly) "yo what the heck dawg"

-"if they started a rumor-" "kill them"

-"when i was-" "a young boy"

-"you got two more weeks with the student teacher, then you get me back" *high pitched screaming*

-"they never broke out, and then one of them broke out"

-"wrestling uniforms are skimpy"

-(across the room) "hey man, can i touch your butt?" "i don't mind, dude"

-"let's say my wife is going to leave me and i'm... celebrating! oh wait"

-"they're fat and skinny, they're white, black, pink, purple, and orange-" "trump"

-"listen, idiotface"

-"do you think... the government is hiding the cure for cancer...?"

-i love government conspiracy theories during health

-"i... declare... bAnkrUptCY"

-"are we watching a movie?" "maybe if we're lucky it's the ring and it'll kill us"

-lmao i don't need drugs to feel numb

-"aww, flynn, we know you're drinkin' a bottle in the back room" "yeah, just look at ya, why wouldn't i?"

-The Weed™

-"weed stops your sperm from being produced correctly" "perfect, it's birth control too"

-"weed might shrink your... parts" "i think i'll just stick to meth"

-"weed might give you a special needs child" "it's wilson 2.0!"

-"i'm gonna be a drug dealer but not a mean one like a nice, happy 'eyy, wanna buy some drugs? :3'"

-oh no, grandma's growing weed in the basement

-"ahh, the weed's on fire"

-"guess that's how they caught the drug dealers. the deer were high"

-teacher: "ooh, i just sounded like yoda: don't smoke The Weed™"

-"hey, where can you buy a still? asking for a cousin"

-"raise your hand if you want to watch hentai"

-this guy keeps responding to people with "yes, my child?"

-"they put aborted fetuses in vaccines" "oh honey no"

-"how do you keep yourself from getting sick?" "stop breathing"

-examples of painkillers- "cocaine"

-"i know elvis presley is still alive because the king never dies"

-biggest drinker in our grade: "am i gonna be an alcoholic?" class: "you already are"

-c o m p r o m i s i n g  p o s i t i o n

-"trick question, i am hentai"

-"what would you do... if i said i could put you in your own hentai"

-"you're gettin' a hole in your nose oh my goodness"

-"depression" "nope" "wait... depression"

-"I can't remember the happiness i felt before drugs" "i can't remember feeling happiness at all"

-"oh you're back! just in time for meth"

-"oh my garage"

-"lotta meth in that town" "nah just incest"

-"it kills your brain cells. which some of you can't afford (staring directly at the class alcoholic)"

-"why do dentists have the highest suicide rate?? probably because everyone hates the dentist, i dunno"

-"that's accusations" "uuuuuhh no" "oh"

-"oh my gads. you got some meth?"

-"in the puss!" "terms" "sorry. vag!"

-"there's a pretty good chance that drug came out of someone's anal cavity" "that's why i don't do heroin"

-"hey, whose buttocks did this come out of?"

"i'm gonna go shoot myself with some dog food, brb"

-"oh my chicken pie"

-"i've been told we're gonna draw a penis"

-help they're genuinely discussing giving babies steroids

-"most of the female reproductive cells are useless" "just like my brain cells"

-the teacher keeps referring to developing babies as "little rat" and "alien creature"

-"if you eat my period snacks, i will eat you"

-*chiming* "is that santa??"

-"what's the only fluid that doesn't go to the baby?" "water" "no" "air" "no" "earth" "..." "fire"

-"you're supposed to snort those calcium pills" "don't snort the calcium pills"

-"mr. o'reilly, when'd you miss your period?"

-"is it true you puke the day after you get pregnant?" "no, if you puke the day after, it's from the alcohol the night before"

-fetus = jumbo shrimp

- i too, am a very sad lookin' heart

-"no, you cannot throw up your baby"

-"now that we've taken the baby home, we need to figure out what to do with it" "flush it down the toilet"

-"if you wear a hat all the time, all your hair is gonna fall out and die" "ha ha kevin, you're gonna die"

-"since i was 14. and i'm 112"

-"big dumb"

-"what do you want to be when you grow up?" "dead"

-"my parents say: 'hey... whatcha doin' with that 24-pack?'"

-"did jeffery dahmer's mom love him?" "hope not"

-"ohh i love the smell of babies *sniff sniff*"

-"they can be found in places that are... places"

-"why are there rotting apples under here?" "no you gotta let those ferment"

-"what's something you lose by age 3?" "hope"

-the guy in front of me had marvel porn on his phone????????????? hentai hulk's bright red ass is permanently ingrained in my mind

-"what am i supposed to do to live 2 more years? wrap myself in bubble wrap and eat brussel sprouts?"

-"for every 10 pounds overweight you are, subtract 1." "-50"

-"you're wearing a flamingo shirt, you're no one's favorite"

-"you don't snort viagra"

-"how do you feel about having guns in our home?" "how do you feel about how quickly i'd use it to kill myself?"

-"hey, 2 seniors walking down the hallway! wanna give her your papers?" "outta my way. hey! get back here and gimme your papers, ya bums."

-"it's not just the genitals that transfer STDs" "left calf"

-"what if they got an STD some other way?" "drinking sprite"

-"...serial monogamy-" "cereal is for mornings"

-"...trading sex for-" "chicken nugget"

-"you wanna try sex wearing a hazmat suit, go ahead" "don't kinkshame me"

-"STI: spaghetti time infection. it's an epidemic"

-"g- ross"

-"AIDS didn't come from sex with a monkey" "it's definitely about sex with monkeys"

-"what kinds of drugs do i need if i have AIDS?" "nothing, you wanna die"

-"do you know what they do to get rid of genital warts?" "chop your dick off" "mix wart cream with water and drink it"

-oh no they found out what they do get rid of genital warts

-"they shove a q-tip in your penis" "iiiiii'd rather die"

-"is that what tinder is? swipe right if you want crabs?"

-"i would suggest not setting your genitals on fire"

- "your penis doesn't do tricks"

-"do you have a driver's license? *nod* "do you have a car?" *nod* "are you a big boy?" *unsure nod*

-"i know it's only the last day but i will make you suffer for every last minute" "then i'll just do what i always do *sleeps*"

-our resident alcoholic was washing the board and people were jokingly flirting with him so he tied his shirt into a bikini and continued washing so the teacher docked him points for it. don't worry he was already failing

[foxnonny]

as much as I love Mahanon..... NICO, plz tell me more about this new delight!!!! 6, 20, 22, 40, 46 ^_^

EYY I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK! Basically when I went to play through Origins I had one of two possible Wardens in mind, either Niamh (Circle Mage) or Nico (City Elf Warrior). I ended up going with Niamh for my current canon playthrough (with Garrett and Mahanon to follow on this timeline); if I’d gone with Marian and Alaine for the next two games, I would have started with Nico. ANYWAY ALL THAT ASIDE I know how Nico is as a person but I haven’t played through with him yet so there are some unknown quantities 06. Do they have any hobbies that their lover finds unusual, odd, or otherwise annoying?

I don’t know if Zevran would find it odd so much as vaguely understandable but Nico is a bit of a hoarder of useless objects (even more so than “these torn trousers and broken lockpicks are a good idea” Hawke), with sort of this stubborn and sometimes (often) wrong insistence that he can make something useful out of them. He got really good at repurposing things in the alienage out of scraps and refuse, and now he’s got the whole of Thedas as his crafting table. Not a single scrap of fabric or metal shard is safe. There’s at least one backpack dedicated to junk.

20. Does your character like animals? What are some of their favorite animals? Would they want pets? What about mythological creatures?

Nico has weird feelings about domesticated animals (outside of work animals). Lots of cats and a few dogs in the alienage, but they would sort of come and go for the most part since they’re expensive to house and feed (community pets rather than personal ones), and he knows better than to get attached. Dog grows on him (he keeps the name as Dog because again, tries not to get attached). He borderline doesn’t really believe that dragons actually exist until the first drake attack (and his eyes are kind of like O_O for a good while after).

22. What kind of tattoos, piercings, birthmarks, freckles, and other such unique physical features do they have?

Nico’s got one or two birthmarks, but nothing super exciting - just some hyperpigmentation here and there. I like to think later on he maybe gets a vhenadahl tattoo to remind him of him, but for the most part he’s pretty bare (also maybe a few piercings in one of his ears after a night of drinking with Zev. He’s not too mad about it.)

40. Does your OC have any guilty pleasures they enjoy? Hobbies, past times, music, etc that they wouldn’t want known by others?

Food. Honestly I feel like part of why Nico falls for Zev (after a while) (takes some coaxing) is because Zev introduces him to, like, spices? Flavour? Food variety would have been limited in the alienage and while they would have done what they could, the experience of trying things he’s never tasted before would borderline bring tears to Nico’s eyes, the poor guy. 

46. What is some random affectionate thing that your character always does to their lover?

Nico is a deeply practical plain-spoken (or signed; I like to think Zev would understand whatever hand language Thedas folks employ as part of his Crow training and is one of the first people outside the alienage Nico can have a good deep full in-depth sign conversation with) so affectionate gestures aren’t necessarily his thing (Zev is 500% the romantic in their relationship). Nico’s way of saying “I like you” is usually along the lines of “hey do you have enough funds to make your way if something happens to me have a gold bar just in case” or “hey you like making traps I found some junk that might help with that”.

He’s also, to his and Zev’s surprise, a damn cuddly person in his sleep. Vice-grip. RIP Zev, if you go to bed with Nico, you’re not going anywhere until he wakes up, and he’s a grumpy ass if you wake him up before he has to be awake soooo. 

HOPE THAT WAS ENTERTAINING I’M HONESTLY REALLY EXCITED TO PLAY THROUGH WITH HIM SOME DAY SOON.

[officialjkhogan]

STRAY: Chapter Eight

STRAY: Chapter Eight

by J.K. Hogan

Noah’s stomach cramped with hunger as he tapped the glass touchpad that controlled the holographic display. He was using the library’s public data-deck to take a practice test for his level twos. If he got the grades he thought he would, he might be able to escape his almost certain future of working in a factory or a plant, and instead become an engineer. Level two proficiencies were the highest level of education for everyday citizens—doctors, for instance, went on to level threes. Noah knew from his history lessons that back in the days of brick-and-mortar schools, level twos were referred to as “university.”

He sipped bitter coffee that someone had left sitting on the machine, obviously having forgotten about it while it was being filled. Gods, he was hungry. He hadn’t made many sales at the Bazaar last Tuesday, and a couple of his regular customers had stopped coming around, so he had literally five dollars to his name at the moment. He just had to manage not to starve to death before he took the tests, then he could get a decent job and find an actual place to live and, like, food and stuff.

At least he had a current roof over his head, as undesirable as it was. And crashing with Cousin Tom was definitely undesirable. Being a dealer meant that Tom had a revolving door for customers at any time of the day or night, and they were always eyeballing Noah real creepy-like. Sometimes even Tom did. Noah had gotten used to living with the hunted feeling, that need to constantly be on his guard and look over his shoulder. He always felt like there was someone just around the corner, waiting to grab him—be it Tom’s addict friends, stalkers on the street like that one time years ago when the blond guy saved him, or even goons from his parents’ church-cult, deciding they were going to force him to join after all. He’d never, ever felt at ease. Well, only once. With that guy. Whose name, irritatingly, he couldn’t ever seem to remember.

Noah had been avoiding going back to Tom’s, because the way the man looked at him had been making him increasingly uncomfortable. Sure, they were family—at least, he thought they were. He’d only met Tom after his parents had dumped him. They ran in the same circles, and Tom approached him one day, saying that he was the son of Emmy Cowan’s estranged brother. Noah had been so desperate for any kind of connection to another human being that he hadn’t questioned it. Still, occasionally Tom’s stare became sort of possessive, and even…predatory. Sometimes.

Noah scored nearly perfect on the practice test before his hunger started making him lightheaded. He had two more days until the Bazaar opened again, but he’d starve before then. He had no other choice but to back home—not that it was his home—and find someone to blow for a twenty. There were always some tweaked-out druggie closet-cases around to hit up. They consumed more when they got off, so it was lucrative for both Noah and Tim. As much as he hated doing it, Noah refused to let himself feel ashamed. It was survival, pure and simple.

As he walked home later, Noah passed by Sanctuary just like he did every time he went to the library. And each time, he remembered the masked man who suggested there might be a job for Noah inside. Hell, the guy probably just wanted Noah to come in because he thought he was pretty. It had been a nice fantasy, but Noah didn’t believe a word of it. It was rare for businesses to have enough capital to employ an in-house engineer to keep their tech up and running. Still, every time Noah walked by, he wondered if he’d given up before he even tried.

Tom lived in a ramshackle house on the edge of a former residential district that hadn’t survived the last purge. No one had bothered to claim the land and redevelop, so people like Tom and his ilk had colonized it, squatting in buildings in various stages of disrepair. The front door rocked on its hinges as Noah swung it open to reveal stained tan carpeting and puke green walls that were peeling enough to expose the sheetrock beneath the paint. The sickly sweet smell of ganja was a physical cloud in the hallway, so Noah followed it into the dark den with its blackout curtains and psychedelic tapestries.

Tom lounged on the threadbare couch with two men who were obviously sampling the wares, and a woman was asleep—or unconscious—in the recliner that hadn’t reclined since they’d found it on the side of the road. Tom looked over and gave him an oily grin.

“Eyy, Noah, my dude! Have you been at the fuckin’ library this whole time?”

With a sigh, Noah half sat, half fell into the only empty chair left. “Yep. Killed my practice test though. I’ll be ready for my level twos. I only came home because…I got hungry.”

Tom took a sip of his lager and eyed Noah for a moment, before jerking his chin at the guy to his left. “I’m sure Adam here can help you out.”

Noah’s stomach rebelled, and he had to swallow down the urge to vomit air—because that’s all he had in his stomach—but a guy had to eat. At least Adam was somewhat attractive, built like a tank, with a razor-sharp jawline and a crooked nose, but he also looked like he could get mean with very little provocation.

“My cuz here needs some work to make a little extra cash,” Tom said to Adam. Some kind of silent communication must have happened to inform Adam just exactly what kind of work Tom meant, because Adam gave Noah a long onceover and licked his lips.

Fuck. The guy was definitely down for it, and Noah should be happy because he would get to eat but, fuck. Noah stood up and headed for the door, looking over his shoulder and raising a brow until Adam got the picture and followed him. As he climbed the stairs, with Adam’s fingers brushing the top of his ass, Noah hated himself just a little bit more.

****

Tonight I am a creature. A man but not a man. Who dreams of nothing but murder.

****

Tuesday, the Bazaar was swamped. Noah sold half the inventory he’d brought from the crypt, and he should have been flying high on the accomplishment, his full belly, and the wad of cash in his pocket, but he was just…numb. All he could think of was the feeling of Adam’s beefy hands on his skull, pulling his hair, and Noah wondered why he did it.

He had no one. No family, not really, no real friends, only people who seemed to want to use him, so why the hell did he fight so hard not to starve. Why didn’t he save himself the trouble, and his jaw the strain, and just go fall off a bridge somewhere.

Shaking his head, he stuffed his remaining tech into his duffel. How fucking melodramatic. He’d never been suicidal…not really. Honestly, he’d always felt like there was something just offstage, waiting in the wings, something that he was meant to do but couldn’t quite see the full picture yet. Some days it was the only thing that kept him from knotting sheets together.

He piled up his boxes and crates behind an old food stand from the bygone days of the amusement park and hoped no one would steal them before next Tuesday. The back of his neck prickled as he bent to pick up his duffel, so he spun around and scanned the almost empty Bazaar. There was no one near. No one, except for a big white cat.

This time, the coincidence of seeing the cat again made Noah’s hair stand on end. He was half convinced he’d been hallucinating the creature this whole time. His fingers clenched on the leather strap of his bag, but he tried to act like he wasn’t afraid he was losing his mind.

“Hey, there, um…cat. I don’t know how you keep finding me. In fact, I’m ninety-five percent sure I’m seeing things. I’m surprised you haven’t gone home by now. Hell, I’m surprised you’re still alive.” Noah scrubbed his hands over his face, then shook his head. “I’m surprised I’m still talking to a gods-be-damned cat.”

The creature meowed, then slinked over and wove its way between and around Noah’s legs, leaving long white hairs all over his jeans. He brushed off the denim-myolene blend and glared at the cat. “Yeah, thanks for that.”

The cat purred and let out another plaintive moan.

“Ugh… I know that look too well. You’re hungry, yeah? All right, then, follow me. Today, we eat like princes.”

Eating like princes for Noah meant one of the mobile kitchens that frequented the park. He ordered some falafel, with curry chicken and rice, and hauled it all over to a picnic table. He sat down on the table part, while bracing his feet on the bench. Inexplicably, the cat followed him like it thought it was people. With a sigh, Noah spread out a napkin and spooned some chicken onto it for the cat, who eagerly wolfed it down, snarling a little as it chewed.

“Easy, killer,” he said with a laugh. “Don’t choke. Damn, you must’ve been starving. Been there, pal. Hey, at least you found a generous benefactor to keep you in curry, and you didn’t even have to blow anybody to get money.”

As if it understood, the cat froze. It stopped eating and stared at him, blinking slowly. It sat back on its haunches, ignoring the food, and waited, as if it expected him to continue. Embarrassed about talking to a cat, Noah gave an agitated wave of his hand.

“It’s nothing. When you’re homeless, you do what you need to do to get by. Every day I see people who are way worse off than me, so I try not to complain.”

The cat padded closer, curling up and pressing against the side of Noah’s thigh, purring. Noah stroked its back, running his fingers through the soft fur, and felt the knobby bumps of its spine as it arched up to chase his touch. Looking down at the cat, Noah noticed something he’d never seen before—a flash of black on the inside of its ear.

“Hey, what’s this?” he asked, as if the cat was going to answer him. He swiped a finger along the pink, paper-thin skin of the cat’s inner ear. It was ink. A tattoo. He knew that animals were often tattooed with ID numbers by shelters, or even their owners, but this marking was unusual. It was a glyph of a small, five-pointed crown. Beneath it, letters spelled out a word he didn’t recognize. “I wonder what this means. Basti.”

When he said it, the cat whipped his head around to stare up at him, and it let a garbled little growl. It sounded so disgruntled that Noah had to laugh. Obviously at some point, someone had cared about this cat enough to mark it, but he’d seen it on the streets too many times for it to be anything other than a stray.

“Is that your name, then? Basti? It’s cute.”

The cat narrowed its eyes, exhaled sharply through its nose, then mewed and went back to the curry chicken. That, apparently, was that.

While Basti inhaled his food, Noah ate at a more sedate pace, savoring the feeling of, for once, not being hungry. He looked at the cat, who in turn watched him. It was lithe and willowy, but not skinny. Its bones didn’t protrude past its thick coat, so it had to be fed with some regularity.

“I wonder where you normally get your food,” Noah said before he could quell the impulse. He sighed, setting down his now-empty food carton. “I know I must seem like some freaky stranger who speaks to you as if you were human, in a language you couldn’t possibly understand but…I don’t have many people—or animals, I guess—in my life, so I just can’t help myself. You’re safe.” Noah didn’t know if he meant that the cat was safe for him to talk to, or that the cat was safe with him. Maybe both.

“I have to go home. It will be dark soon.” The last place he wanted to be was Tom’s, but it wasn’t safe on the streets at night. “You should go on back to wherever you normally sleep and eat. Trust me, where I’m going isn’t anywhere you want to be.”

Noah tossed their trash into a nearby agri-dump receptacle, and set off west, toward Tom’s. The cat jumped down from the picnic table and followed. Noah sighed heavily, because with his work done and his belly finally full, all he wanted to do was lie down on his lumpy mattress and sleep for a week.

“Shoo! Get out of here! Trust me, you don’t want to go where I’m going.”

Basti grumbled and sat back on his haunches. As Noah continued through the rapidly darkening park, he pretended he didn’t know the precocious feline was still following him.

[ted-hyung]

Can you write jaepil where Wonpil with jae because jae keeps on being mean to him/refusing his affection on camera (and maybe also off camera but idk bout that)

dude anon-sshi real talk; jae is more lenient towards wonpil’s affection if compared to sungjin smh i want to punch some sense to sungjin. anw what i’m saying is, jae openly laughs and mocks wonpil’s affection yet

gifs credit 1, 2.

honestly aksfkjaskjdfa. so i gotta twist the prompt a bit, yeah? tell me if you’ve read this then likes then reblogs lmao.

title: have you no idea that you’re in deep?

rating: G / word count: 1.8k / to celebrate jae’s upcoming birthday this one’s set on their upcoming Vlive “mama’s recipe” thingy / enjoy and comment on AO3 lol.

“everyone, right now we’re picking our teammates,” brian says to the camera to fill in the silence, “by drawing lots. it will be two versus three. so far, we have wonpil and jae-hyung picking two ends painted in red, and sungjin-hyung and dowoon with blue ends. now it’s my turn.”

jaehyung watches as brian, with what little variety show sense he has, carelessly picks the last lot with a loud exclaim. his end is painted in blue. sometimes, life just works in ways that jaehyung isn’t a big fan of.

he pretends to scoff at sungjin, dowoon, and brian team, bragging to the camera about wonpil who does the most cooking in their dorm anyway, meaning that he’s got some experience that’s not just ramyun or ordering seasoned fried chicken, nope, and at least wonpil is smiling and nodding like he’s satisfied by jaehyung’s acknowledgement—like he hasn’t been talking to jaehyung for approximately a week ever since that happened.

not that jaehyung himself tries to talk to wonpil, either, but you get the drill.

“eyy, still, our team has the mystery benefit because dowoon won the game!” sungjin laughs, crossing his arms. his apron has brown the bear from line messenger app. “PD-nim, may we know what’s the mystery benefit now?” he asks the PD, and apparently the benefit is unlimited phone call to someone’s mother whenever they’re not sure how the recipe goes.

“can we make overseas call?” brian widens his eyes, probably half for the camera and half genuinely hoping that he can call his mother in toronto.the PD shakes his head, smiling apologetically, and the whole studio goes ‘aahhh~’ and brian’s pout is definitely only a show for the camera.

dowoon raises his hand. “so what are we going to cook tonight?”

it’s bibimbap. that’s so easy even jaehyung thinks that he’s got the knack of putting boiled vegetables and whatever style meat on top of white rice and finished with soft-boiled egg and pepper paste.

except that there are a lot of steps to follow.

the red versus blue team are cooking side to side, and they have to finish cooking in just one hour. wonpil asks him if he’s ever cooked rice without rice cooker and jaehyung, for the sake of the fans, goes blank for a solid one blink of an eye to the camera. wonpil’s smile is helpless, and he’s giggling as he takes over to cook the rice manually, and tells jaehyung to start washing the vegetables.

first, jaehyung washes the carrots, complaining that they haven’t been peeled, then the bean sprouts, the spinach, and the shiitake mushrooms while wonpil measures the water needed to cook the rice manually. when he’s done with the rice and the portable stove is working its magic, he begins to mix sauces to marinate the beef.

only to pause after he puts a tablespoon of honey to the small bowl. “jae-hyung do you want cooked or boiled beef? wait, do you want to use chicken, instead?”jaehyung makes sure that he’s washed the shiitake mushrooms thoroughly before answering, “you’re making the sauce to marinate the beef, right? just don’t overseason it? i trust your judgement.”

wonpil nods, smiling, and then he’s explaining to the camera what other ingredients that he puts to make the sauce, spouting some cheesy remarks about wanting my days to try his cooking and winking cutely before the camera focuses to jaehyung.

“no one is really in charge of cooking in our dorm, but wonpil does it the most,” jaehyung says, peeking over wonpil’s shoulders and feeling the younger man stiffening upon their close proximity. “usually he cooks kimchi fried rice. but if we’re talking about ramen, dowoon cooks it the best. what? me? nah, i’m hopeless. i can fry eggs, maybe some instant pasta with their instant sauce. wonpil-sshi? what else can i help you with?”

“oh, would you please boil the vegetables and the mushrooms together?”“‘together’, like, together in one pot?”

“yes.”

“everyone, that’s how hopeless i am,” jaehyung confesses to the camera, laughing loudly at himself. “okay, i need water, right?”

wonpil is giggling again, his cat’s whiskers are making an appearance.

“boil the water until it bubbles, then adds two teaspoons of salt.”

“salt?”

“yes, jae-hyung, the basic seasoning for bibimbap’s veggies.”

“alright, chef.”

wonpil scrunches his nose and instructs jaehyung to just boil the spinach and beansprouts for one minute, two minutes for the shiitake mushrooms, and three minutes for the carrots. jaehyung doesn’t want to take any risk so he fishes out his phone and activates the timer.

but he seems to forget something.

something that the cameraman points out to him, asking him aren’t you supposed to slice the vegetables first? and jaehyung gapes, shocked, rendered to nothing thanks to his stupidity.

“really, jae-hyung?” dowoon clicks his tongue as he’s spying on the red team, one hand holding a big wooden spoon, doing nothing. brian and sungjin are also laughing at him, like they didn’t make two phone calls to sungjin’s mother for the past fifteen minutes to ask her to guide them step by step, then more.

wonpil is cackling. he has two hands covering his mouth and jaehyung is more relieved than anything else, because hey, at least i can make him laugh again.

“alright, everyone, don’t panic,” jaehyung recovers from his genuine shock to don the natural swag for the camera. he nods seriously as he takes a knife, and refuses to admit that he’s completely clueless; how the heck do you slice vegetables?

“hmm,” jaehyung hums, not really having to exaggerate his clueless expression and body language as his right hand is poised with the knife. “it’s like this, right?” he takes a deep breath and takes one big, cleaned carrot. he cuts it in half. but if he keeps going, the carrot will be sliced in circles and jaehyung is pretty sure bibimbap doesn’t have circled carrots. okay, maybe he should cut each into another half?

“jae-hyung?” wonpil asks, wiping his hands on the female white bunny apron he’s wearing, also a character from line messenger app. jaehyung’s is a tiny yellow chick, brian’s a blonde man with shoulder-length hair, and dowoon’s a bald, naked person. the aprons are all cute, unlike the vegetables that jaehyung has to tend to.

“yeah?”

“you’re bleeding!”

*

wonpil doesn’t usually say this, not even when he’s on the low, but right now he really, really kinda hates himself. the tears just won’t stop for some reason, and he was so distracted by jaehyung’s blood that he didn’t realize his fingers were sticky and peppery. brian says his eyes are swelling a little on the edges, puffy and teary, and more than anything else, not even how his face would turn out on cameras and on my days’ phone screens, he’s more worried about jaehyung’s fingers. the older man didn’t cut them deep, just a graze, really, but he’s been making wonpil sad ever since that happened.

the v live show must go on, though. sungjin volunteers to help and handles the vegetables with ease. jaehyung is frying two eggs as a side dish, and wonpil is still under the care of manager-hyung; an ice block is placed on his left eye.“you okay?” manager-hyung asks, sitting next to wonpil on the folded chair next to the PD.

“yes, hyung. i’m so sorry.” wonpil says, sniffing.

“it’s okay. five more minutes?”

“yes, please.”

five minutes are enough for wonpil to watch jaehyung laughing and talking to the camera. five minutes are a long time to remember what happened last week; the soft and pillowy feeling of jaehyung’s lips on his, the sharp alcohol breath and the tender hands on his cheeks. if wonpil concentrates with all of his might, he can feel the same electricity just by imagining those calloused fingers on his skin just like last week when, under the influence of one bottle of soju, jaehyung decided that it was the right time to kiss wonpil without any preamble, leaving wonpil questioning everything.

everything that includes, why, and other why why why that follows.why did he kiss me?

why didn’t he say anything?

why is he ignoring me?

why am i avoiding him?

why don’t i ask him why?

and the tears flowed because today is jaehyung’s birthday. birthdays are supposed to be special, yet wonpil just has to ruin it by crying uncontrollably just because jaehyung grazes his fingers with a knife. he’s 25 years old, for god’s sake, he looked even more bewildered by wonpil’s sudden crying rather than his actual pain.

“wonpil-sshi? whenever you’re ready.” the PD is smiling at him, his hat says ‘good day’ and wonpil is determined to make it up for jaehyung today.

who doesn’t even bat an eyelash when he bounces back to his spot, the only reaction he has is to tell wonpil to try the boiled vegetables, and nothing else, not until he’s placing a comforting hand on wonpil’s lower back and speaking in a softer, less show off-y tone.

“i’m sorry, jae-hyung,” wonpil mumbles, though it might be still recorded on the camera anyway.

“for what?” jaehyung mumbles back, not leaving wonpil’s side, his hand warming wonpil from inside and out.

“i ruined your birthday,” wonpil huffs, “the blood was too much.”

“don’t be silly,” jaehyung says, smiling, leaning down to whisper, “i’m sorry tho. i’m a coward.”

“me too,” wonpil agrees, and their moment is broken by dowoon reminding them with faux-concern that they only have fifteen minutes left.

surprisingly, the last fifteen minutes run smoothly. the rice is cooked to perfection and the too salty vegetables can be fixed with just soaking them in lukewarm water to rinse off the salty taste. jaehyung loves the marinated beef, and his fried eggs are looking great when they’re put as a garnish on top of their hot stone bowls. in the end, because of limited duration, they don’t hold a final showdown based on the PD’s voting and they all get to finish their bibimbap after saying goodbyes to the camera.

the hearts stopped at 2,739,023 mark.

in the van on their way back home, sungjin is sleeping on the front seat, and brian and dowoon are not much more awake than him on the middle, while wonpil and jaehyung are sitting just inches apart at the very back, their phones in hands, typing confessions that can’t be verbally said out in the open. wonpil asks a lot of whys, and jaehyung explains it’s because i’ve always wanted to kiss you but, you know, we live in a crowded dorm and, i don’t know, you have this vibe that i just—i just don’t want to taint you or something, wonpillie, what i feel for you is so strong sometimes i’m afraid it will consume you. me. i mean—

and wonpil shuts him up with a quick peck to his pillowy lips as he talks nonsense about what he’s feeling without knowing just how much his is towards him—and jaehyung is chuckling, it’s rumbling low like he’s either super amused and confused and wonpil reaches out to pinch his waist, prompting him to squeal and causing dowoon to wake up, whining at them to just get back to sleep.

[rakuraiwielder]

I'm working on your ask, but here's some for you: I, A, M, S, P, O, T

Ask prompt here: x

thanks puffin!! this is gonna be long and nostalgic eyy

I - HasTumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why? 

I wouldn’t say “actively dislike” butthe toxicity of fandom on this website has sucked away most of my passion for Voltron lol. I used to really dig itthe first month or so after getting really into it when S2 aired. I still havean unfinished draft for a 7-parter rarepair fic //ey guess my fav duo ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)// sitting in my folders. don’t think I’llbe touching it any time soon though. im rather burnt out from this fandom, evenif I do still enjoy watching all the new seasons thereafter.

another is StevenUniverse ah a. (but in its and my defence, I wasn’t really into it anywaysas compared to other fandoms. the songs are still good, but I haven’t beenkeeping up with the newer Steven bombs, one part because of motivation, andanother because the thought of going into the tags to reblog contentintimidates the heck out of me pffft)

A - Ships that youcurrently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone hasOTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

(puffin this question is gonnatake up half the ask oh god)oh bOY where do I start hahahaha. there’s so many aph and fe callbacks hahaha few otps aside I really have too manycrackpairs and platonic friendship ride-or-die squads I would die for. theseare only a few really relevant ones from the top of my head-

OTPS:

Norway/Vietnam (Hetalia) – alWAYS. i dont talk about and reblog much aph anymore but i still think about these two frequently. they were my first and closestthing ever to an actual otp in all my years of knowing what an otp was gosh Ihope to write about them again soon. their dynamics are the peak of mypreferences.

MU(avatar unit)/Silas (FE Fates) – thechildhood friends + loyal knight and liege trope + a pinch of memory loss wasnever really my thing, but guess there’s a first for everything ha h a ah a….silas is too pure for the angst I put him through im so sorry ಸ ل͜ ಸ

Berkut/Rinea (FE: SOV) – the second that one cutscene of these two played I got1000% more invested in the story pffft. anyways rinea may be top tier fav andberkut shit tier fav, and their story tragic as heck (and I would also arguethat he doesn’t deserve her), but their genuine and honest love for each otheramidst the incoming death flags gets me every time

707/MC (Mystic messenger) – honestly they can either be a really good platonicdynamic duo or a solid otp. purely from the perspective of my own MC, theycomplement each other well; perfect balance of light-hearted teasing and asolid wall of comfort for each other.

Ray-Saeran/MC (Mystic messenger) – ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

(Other) Ships:

Seychelles/Iceland/HK (Hetalia) – they are good togetherromantically or platonically hahahaha. a good golden trio of kids

Russia/Vietnam (Hetalia) – their potential relationship and clashof character due to conflicting personalities fascinate me. a totally differentnoir vibe from norviet and one I hope to explore if I ever come back to aph

Nyx/Leo (FE Fates) – nyx ships are reallyrare but half of them are surprisingly sweet and poignant. Odin and Laslow tooare really sweet candidates to woo this jaded grandma’s heart.

MU/Laslow (FE Fates) – got to thank a wacky7-11 employee au dream I had for this one. but in the games their supportconversations are surprisingly thoughtful and low-key flirting which was notwhat I expected at all. wholesome.

Ham/Kai (MUxMU, FE) – remember when I said protag/protagships are the good stuff? yea h thatprincess tutu au is coming along swell

Alm/Celica (FE: SOV) – the rare main canon couple I love whodon’t die and get their happy ending (LOL this sounds really pathetic now thatI’ve said it)

Leon/Valbar (FE: SOV) – no one is surprised LOL. romantic orno, as long as leon is happy with where he stands with valbar and valbar ishappy with where he is im happy for them both

Conrad/Rinea (FE: SOV) – I know there are a couple of youreading this whos gonna give me that look but liste n; they could have met, and there is potential for them.(honestly this is just like another norviet situation where I put my 2 topfaves together for crackpair experimentation bUT IT WORKS I ASSURE YOU)

Zen/MC (Mystic messenger) – zen is so earnest that I can’t refute himhahaha. he also has a special seat in my mysme heart, since he was the firstroute I played and made me create content for the fandom proper

707/Jaehee (Mystic messenger) – they are rapidly gaining OTP status ꉂ (´∀｀)ʱªʱªʱª aaaa nightmare flashbacks because justlike norviet they really are the rarest of crackpairs and have almost to no content(gonna get down to business and churn fic out one day). these two are moresimilar than they’d think too.

Cecil/Haruka (Utapri) – ahahaha a good ship from a guiltypleasure fandom

(Purely) Platonic:

Izuku/Iida/Ochako (BNHA) – the first golden trio of thisseries. I love them so much.

Vanderwood/MC (Mystic messenger) – they parallel each other. truly thebiggest ride-or-die duo I will support to the end of time

Zen/Yoosung (Mystic messenger) – zen is such a mother hen to yoosungwwwww truly wholesome

Chise/Ruth (Ancient Magus Bride) – platonic master/familiar-partner relationships where both of them care for each other so much to the point where they would die for the other are my one weakness. its the reason i love writing more fleshed-out pokemon aus and loyal dogs/animals in longer fics. anyways these two are good

M - Name acharacter that you’d like to have for a friend.

707. It would be a trip justknowing him. (apart from the memes. but my life is already 80% meme, honestlywhats the difference ahahaha aaa-) Just, I feel like it would be really fun tohang out with him and revel in his wackiness (even if that personality is afront, maybe one day when i finally get into his inner-circle of friends, I hopeto be privy and be a good listening ear to his truer, more sombre personality.)

On the other hand, myself-confidence and 2nd hand embarrassment will be directlyproportional to each other (And im 100% sure Seven is the kind of person whowill exploit that hAH)

S - Show us anexample of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Every relevant character inMysmes is either a type of asexual (greysexual etc.), or on various points ofthe bi-spectrum. Yeah; even self-proclaimed, “straight-laced” Zen lol.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (wealways need more ideas)

Vampire/Selkie AU ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

a selkie whose skin gets stolen and hidden from a human man is forced to become his bride and taken back to his village. there, to escape the stares of bigoted villagers and the clutches of her overbearing and possessive husband, she takes refuge in the only place he would not go; the old holy church.

only, she finds she isn’t the first to occupy this place of solitude. the master of the church notices her soon enough, and when vampire recognises the ancient weave of magic that flows within her, he appears; intrigued for something other than a fresh meal.

(basically a deviation from the standard vampire (romance-ish) novels lolol plot bunny hit me pre-Christmas eve dinner/yesterday and sofar im digging it. still planning the ship and fandom though; it might very easily be OC-based)

O - Choose a songat random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

since 1 is never enough, hereare 4 songs I was listening to recently:

Little Knights, Nem feat.Noire : Zen/MC(a zen-ish song through and through)

over and over, Yanagi Nagi : Saeran Choi + 707&MC(more saeran-centric with interpretative lyrics and referencing to both ray andunknown personas)

Finding something to do, HelloGoodbye : 707/Jaehee(fits their “don’t go where I can’t follow” dynamic haha ow.)

Life will Change, Shoji Meguro + Benjamin Franklin feat. Lyn Inaizumi : Kai(mui) or Ham(let)(honestly the entire persona 5 ost is massive fe fates protag feels)

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons thatyou will die defending?

Not really. I’m a very flexible person when it comes tointerpretable lore and content, especially if it’s the type of HCs that thefandom collectively comes up with. Unless it’s a canon fact, I like to dabble orjust stay away from HCs in general. If I have to come up with some in my fics,then so be it. But most of the time these HCs are either super vague or onlyapply to the context in this particular piece or series of writing. Basically Idon’t mind switching HCs for charas frequently as long as it does notfundamentally change their own character. (HCs for hobbies and loves and habitsand relationships apart from their inner circle, etc. are all fine)

Honestly it just boils down to expectations lol I know myown limits, and I know not to be disappointed when canon updates end updebunking (popular) fandom HCs or my own.

[thecrystalauthor]

For All of Us [Part 3]

Jane might not’ve mined Chao's fumble if the name hadn't been so familiar.

“Summoner, summoner, what is a summoner?” She murmured as she grabbed her laptop and typed it in. She was bombarded with nothing but lore and scary stories.

A summoner is a person born with that innate ability to bridge the gap between our world and the spirit world, releasing any demons or monsters that lie within.

Jane stared at the wiki page she'd opened. No wonder these monsters are so rare. She thought, I just happen to be one of a few that can summon them. Jane spent all night looking at the legends of summoners, and hardly even noticed when her alarm went off for work.

“Hmm?” She turned to her phone, “shit.”

She stood and got dressed, rushing into the living room.

“Hey Chao.” Jane looked at the chiseled monster sitting on her couch eating plain toast. She cringed internally at this, but said nothing due to the nature of her next question.

“Can you, uh, make me a millionaire?” She looked away at the obvious wish, and Chao simply continued eating as he replied.

“Of course I could,” he started, “but money is a finite object, even to me, so to give you millions, is completely unfair by what you've given me.” Jane frowned and looked at the floor.

“I don't really need millions, it was just an example I guess. I don't wanna live in a big house or anything, hell I'll stay in my apartment here, I just don’t want to go back to work.”

Chao snorted.

“You don't need me for that, just get another job.”

“I'm not really qualified for much, and my appearance makes me,” Jane paused “a little less than desirable,” she admitted. Chao simply grinned.

“What if I got you a job?”

Jane looked up at him, confused.

“You work with me as a summoner and I'll pay you handsomely. You can quit your job, and I'll have some extra help.”

As perfect as the deal sounded, Jane hesitated. Deals with the devil, were generally bad ideas after all. On one hand, she felt like she could trust Chao, on the other, that's often what monsters intend. As if reading her thoughts, or perhaps the look of panic and shock on her face, Chao spoke.

“Y'know it's just a job, you can even quit whenever you want. Not that you'll want to.” He grinned and Jane relaxed slightly.

“How'd you know I looked it up?” Jane asked, Chao had seemed all but willing to talk about her being a summoner last night.

“I keep a few spare pieces in your bedroom so I can spy on you.”

Jane's face went pale.

“Yeah don't do that.”

“Hmm?”

“I change in there! You can't watch me!”

“I believe were gone over the fact I don't care already”

“Well I do, take your stupid wood and get it out of my bedroom!” Jane glared at Chao, who simply tried not to laugh at the unintentional joke Jane had made, “oh you don't understand privacy, but you understand that.”

“Alright,” Chao relented, “if it bothers you that much I'll leave your room alone.” Chao stepped into Jane's bedroom to her mild discomfort, and stepped back out with an arm full of his pieces. Jane watched as he set them on a table and they crawled off into hiding spots like little bugs.

“The hell, Chao?” Was all Jane could manage

“Well I need to keep them somewhere, and I watch you here all the time, you shouldn't have a problem with it.”

Jane finally gave in and just picked up the phone.

“So I work for you now?”

Chao nodded and watched as Jane typed in a number.

“‘Eyy boss

Yeah

Yeah, I know I'm supposed to call in 2 hours early if I wanna call out sick

Yeah

Yeah I'm terribly sick

Sick of your garbage! I quit you protein shake infused, cat hating bastard!”

Jane slammed down the phone, terribly pleased with herself.

“Now for your first job I want you to go and kill him. Take his soul and bring it to me.” Chao insisted.

“What?! No!” Jane jumped back, and once again Chao laughed at her.

“You really think I'm a cold blooded monster don't you?”

“I uh,” Jane looked away guiltily.

“Look here Jane, to be a summoner you need to know only one thing. We aren't your enemies, I'm not your enemy. A demon's difference from a human is purely physical, occasionally magical.” He admitted.

“Then why were you all banished?” Jane asked, and Chao snorted.

“Why were we banished,” Chao repeated mockingly, “because we could be dangerous. We're not, and we have no intentions of being destructive, but our looks are too panic inducing, so we were banished.” Jane took a moment to think about this, but Chao kept going. “Humans fear what they don't understand, tell me summoner how many times you've ran from me, assumed I'm going to hurt you.”

“A couple,”Jane admitted, “but to be fair, I summoned you for-”

“And how many times have I done anything to deserve your fear. Tell me aside from my looks, how different I am from a human.”

“Well,” Jane tried to lighten the mood, “Nothing, but I've never been a fan of humans either.”

The intense look Chao had fixed on her suddenly faded. Chao howled with laughter, he had to sit down as his pieces shook.

“Was it really that funny?” Jane asked.

“No, I guess not,” Chao managed, “but now I know you’ll be great at your job.”

“Jane I need to tell you something.”

Jane looked up at her beast companion, who was donning several layers of human clothes in order to conceal himself. She didn't quite understand what was going on. Chao had simply told her they were going to the art museum, and dressed himself up to disguise. Seeing as any knowledge was welcome at the moment, she gazed at him expectantly.

“You are no longer Jane Cadamy, and I want you to act as such,” his response made her regret asking, even if it was non verbally, but he continued anyway, “you are a summoner. Everyone in the world depends on you now, so no matter what, stay safe. Anyone you lose is nothing compared to the risk of losing you.” Chao stared at her intensely, in a way that made Jane nervous, she hadn't seen him look this way before, and it seemed off compared to how he'd been the past few days.

“Even you?” Jane asked, sure the cocky demon would admit he was an exception.

“Even me.”

Jane paused, simply watching Chao continue towards the museum. Dark clouds coated the sky, silhouetting Chao in it’s dark light.

“Come on summoner, we have to get there before it starts storming.”

Jane’s voice was caught in her throat. She wanted to tell him to use her name, that she wasn’t only what her job deemed her to be, that he was being ridiculous, that this storm seemed awfully purple compared to most. She couldn’t say anything though, and Chao simply took her hand and nudged her along.

“Stay close to me, she can sense us.”

Jane stopped, confused and scared. This couldn’t be the same Chao from this morning, had he really tricked her, did it matter? When Chao turned around to grab her again, He saw the fear glued to Jane’s face. She was like a little girl again, hiding behind her father’s leg from the monsters in the closet. Chao sighed and took her hand once more, but he didn’t pull.

“Sometimes it’s hard to remember summoner’s don’t keep their memories,” Chao tried to hold Jane with his second arm, but she stepped away, “I get it you’re scared. Who wouldn’t be? But you’re ok.” Jane looked away from him until his third arm cupped her face and pointed it towards his own. “Jane. You’re ok.” Jane felt slightly calmed, enough to walk, enough to question.

“I’ll go with you when you explain why we’re here.” Jane stated.

Chao paused, before answering.

“Because she needs help.”

“Who?”

“Giuliana. Another monster.”

“Are there other summoners?”

“Not now, they’re all dead except you.”

“How’d she get here?”

“The last one trapped her.”

“Are summoners reincarnated?”

Chao froze at that last one, causing Jane to bump into him. She would’ve questioned him, if not for the fact they were at their destination. Jane gazed up at the swirling, thundering cloud that circled the museum like a shark waiting to strike. She held Chao’s hand. Jane didn’t want to be with her alone.