#Things Ase thinks you should know

[ase-trollplays]

This is something I've been thinking about, so I'm going to ramble about it here

Tantor can survive being beheaded. When his species loses a limb, it grows back right away. However, when they lose their heads, their body tries to reconnect to it by sending out tendrils to feel around for it and reattach

If the tendrils can't reconnect with the head, the body sets about forming a new skull, nerves, muscles, brain, etc. However, they would be a complete amnesiac and have to relearn everything from scratch.

As for the missing head, it's essentially comatose and can be attached to a headless living body and wake up.

[dotster001]

Labor Simulator

A sequel to Period Simulator *

Summary: Malleus/Crewel/Crowley/Rook/Vil/Idia x gn! Reader. The boys try a labor simulator.

Requested by @stygianoir and @ase-kjaere

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* it was given a community label by the idiot Tumblr gods, and I don't know how to fight it. Just know, it's not a mature fic

When you come in with the machine, he looks up from whatever it is he's doing, and fixes you with a death glare.

He didn't even try the period simulator, why would he try labor simulator?

Get the fuck out. He has to think about this relationship. Don't worry he won't actually break up with you over this. He just wants you to feel bad

Look, you know labor is worse than cramps. But after he was such a champ with the period simulator, you think everything will be fine.

And you easily forget he's still a hot headed youth, not that much older than you, so you don't think much of it when he takes it from you, and puts it on immediately, telling you to do your worst.

You think you're the one who put him through this. But honestly, you're completely innocent. He's a silly, silly guy. With a big ego, and something to prove. Not to you, don't worry it's not your fault.

And he starts out fine. But by the end of it all, he's crying. Your cool, collected boyfriend is crying. So you turn it off, and hold him the way he holds you when you're sad. In the end, you end up feeding a part of him he didn't realize was starving.

Unlike Crowley, he might actually break up with you. He is not going to go through hours of "contractions", sweat through his makeup, and sob and scream like a baby just because you thought it might be funny.

The only way to save your relationship is to toss the machine to the side, and be like, "JK lol ha ha I would never have meant it literally :)"

As we previously discussed, he bought it himself, and pulled it out seconds after you took the period simulator off.

Why are you like this? Seriously, babe, you don't need to experience every aspect of life to appreciate true beauty! Ok. Ok fine.

So you put it on him, and start to do different levels to simulate different parts of labor. Only, just like before, he wants to roleplay. He'll grab your hand and hiss at you to be his breathing coach.

Things that'll happen while he makes you continue the exercise- he'll name your imaginary children (he's having triplets), he'll decide what school they are going to, he'll pause the simulation and teach you how to be a better breathing coach, he'll teach you how to give him an epidural (do not give it to him!), he'll teach you how to help deliver triplets, he'll try to teach you how to do a C section

Stop him, for the love of God, stop him. You'll have to literally fight him, but if you don't, he's putting a scalpel in your hand….

It was his idea! Human birth is fascinating to someone who came from an egg!

But, again, he comes up on the tragedy of the machine bursting into flames once he comes into contact with it. So, again, he finds a potion that would simulate-

Sebek kicks the potion out of his hands. He's been waiting for this ever since the previous incident, and he will not, I repeat, he will not allow his lord to put himself through an artificial human pregnancy!!!!!!!!

You'll have two faes angrily trying to get you to help them. On the one hand, one is your boyfriend, and you want to do whatever it takes to make him happy. On the other hand, the other is Sebek.

Choose wisely.

He totally didn't cry on the period simulator. And he totally didn't delete the footage in Ortho's data bank, and he totally didn't also wipe his memory of the moment. He'd delete your memories of it too if he could, he's looking into how to do it.

So if you challenge him, and tell him about a labor simulator, he's going to do it! By the sevens, he is going to succeed!

Cries immediately. You only have it at pain level three, and he's already backing out. Ortho says you should keep it going because it would be good for him to learn not to do things he isn't capable of. Idia will once again be deleting Ortho's memory files.

[holylulusworld]

Gun for hire (4)

Summary: You’re his next target. Nothing else. Right?

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader

Warnings: hiring a killer, Lloyd being Lloyd, sunshine reader, imlied character's death

Gun for hire (3)

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Lloyd puts on a show for Tommie. He slowly stalks toward your ex-boyfriend, a smirk on his lips and a knife in his left hand.

Lloyd ordered his men to strip Tommie and to restrain his wrists and ankles to the chair he was sitting on. They left him his plain cotton slip to cover his modesty.

“What do we have here?” Lloyd flashes Tommie a smile. Your ex-boyfriend fights the ropes holding him to the chair. He pants heavily and murmurs behind the makeshift gag Lloyd’s men made out of Tommie’s socks. “A piece of shit ready for the slaughter.”

Tommie sniffles behind the gag. He screams, desperate to tell Lloyd he’ll pay him any sum if only he shelters his life.

“Sunshine, I don’t wanna hear it,” Lloyd sits on a chair opposite Tommie. He crosses one leg over the other and sighs. “I told you about my rules. Now it’s too late. I’m not much into redemption.”

“Boss, we didn’t find money. All he had with him is over there,” the one reaching Tommie first says. He hands a phone and keys to Lloyd. “Nothing else.”

“Good job,” Lloyd nods in approval. “Enjoy your week off. Now leave me alone with my new friend. I think we need to have a serious conversation with Tommie boy…”

The panic in Tommie rises when the man capturing him silently leaves the room. He doesn’t know why he believed having the man there would keep Lloyd from killing him.

“Ple-ase,” he screams behind the gag the moment Lloyd gets back up from his seat. He shakes his head and struggles against the ropes.

“Relax,” Lloyd pats his cheek. “We have all the time in the world…”

Back and forth. You’re rocking back and forth. It’s all you can do. Somewhere in this large place Llyod Hansen, the man who came to end your life, is torturing your ex-boyfriend.

You should be happy, or gleeful. Tommie wanted to kill you and even hired two killers to get rid of you. For what – a house and a car. He wanted to take your life to make another woman happy.

Still, you don’t have it in you to wish pain or death on him. This isn’t you. All your life you tried to be a good person and help others. Even if Tommie tried to kill you, this is no reason for you to do the same to him.

Maybe, if the new woman in him didn’t influence him, he’d never do such a thing. Tommie wasn’t a bad person before he met her.

You shake your head. No. Tommie always was selfish in any way. You just didn’t want to see what was right in front of your eyes, believing you could change him for the better.

Sadly, he’s not a dog you can teach how to behave.

“What do I do?” You wring your hands. “What will he do to me after he’s done with Tommie?”

Sucking in a breath you hear the door to the bedroom Lloyd brought you to unlock. A petite woman in a maid outfit walks inside. She doesn’t look at you, nor does she say a word.

The woman places a tray with food and a bottle of water on the bed. She glances at you before turning to leave the room.

You’d love to talk to her but know better. Just like the men working for Lloyd, she wouldn’t answer your questions.

As much as you hate to admit it, you’re starving. It’s been hours since you ate your ordered food. Your stomach rumbles and you’ve got no other choice than to dig into the food.

“Ah, I see you’re enjoying the food,” Lloyd walks past the maid to enter the room. “Is it any good?” He questions while sitting next to you on the bed. “I took care of your little problem.”

Lloyd steals a green bean from your plate. He watches you still the fork, a smirk on his lips. “What now?” You feel an icy shiver run through your body. He kept his promise and killed Tommie. Not for you, of course. Lloyd killed the man not paying him for his service.

“Well,” he snatches another bean from your plate, “you paid me well to get rid of your ex-boyfriend.” Lloyd grins when you turn your head to look at him. “I got more money than he’d ever pay me.”

“What? I—no!” You shake your head. “I didn’t pay you a single buck!”

“Oh, yes,” he laughs when you look at him like a confused puppy. “Did you forget that you sold your house to pay me? I just received the money.”

You gape at Lloyd. This can’t be real. You’re sure you did not sell your house to pay him for murdering your ex-boyfriend.

“See,” he gets his phone out of his pocket to show you a transaction. “I received the transaction this morning. You’re officially my best customer this month.”

“What?” You feel like you are losing your sense of reality. Lloyd must be lying. If not, you lost your mind over the last few days.

He sighs exasperated. “Cupcake. Do you remember my rules?” Lloyd angrily asks. You nod hastily. “I do not kill people for free. You paid me to keep you safe and kill your ex-boyfriend. Which means, you gotta stay here for the time being until I find out if Tommie boy hired a more talentless hitman.”

Lloyd gets up from the bed. He looks you up and down before leaving the room. The lock clicks and you sit there in uncomfortable silence.

You didn’t pay him, but Lloyd made it look like you did. Why? Why would he do such a thing?

“Why?”

Lloyd watches you pace the bedroom. Back and forth. Back and forth until your feet are hurting. You clutch your hands to your chest, and sigh.

“Boss, what about the woman? Do we get rid of her too?”

“She paid me well to protect her,” Lloyd dips his head to look at the man working for him. The man nods and swallows the words burning on his tongue. If he says something wrong, he’ll end up dead too. “She will stay here for the time being. That woman is officially under my protection.”

“Got it, boss. I’ll tell the others.”

“Do that,” Lloyd turns his attention back toward the monitors on the wall. He leans back to watch you sit on the bed. He waits until he’s alone to pump up the volume. “What do I do with you now, cupcake…”

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[wackymaci]

PRESENTING.,,, A FULLY CANON CONVO: “ChalBel looks for loki (lmfao)/ and RETURNS HIM”

hey what if…. I just post the entire thing.

hm :)c (yes that’s the formal archive title^)

QUICK NOTES BEFORE YOU READ ALL THIS🥹

1. SEND A MINDREADER AFTER THE GOD OF LIES????? god it should have ALWAYS been set to happen this way!!

2. Once upon a time I said that i feel bad for never wholly portraying Bel in my art and posts due to the fact that Bel’s moments are usually up against Chal, who’s a chaotic mess, and so Bel always seems really calm and stoic when compared to her. THIS conversation is the most perfect, perfect, peak Bel showcase completely. please view the MOST Married Couple of All Time, they are SOOOO

3. a special thank you (as ALWAYS) to fenixe (who is not even here fgkFGK) - as we all know, fenixe and I never PLAN anything OoC together and even when shit happens we’re never conferencing about , like. intention. so for her to SO COMPLETELY AND ACCURATELY clock exactly what Loki’s doing (through Bel, mindreader!!) is so,, chefs kiss. THE ELYSIUM HIVEMIND??? We don’t OoC conference because we don’t NEED TOOOO LMAOOO-

4. Format is in fact spacier and slightly weird due to just being a full copypaste of the thread. I’m actually not going to post this as screenshots cause it is SOOOOOOOOOO LONG and. I can’t decide where to cut and paste. so… so!! hghhh this is why I do screenshots cause *i* hate when it’s formatted like this but whateverrrrrrr I’ll get over it. that being said I went ahead and bolded names idk if that’s easier to read or???

5. Obviously don’t reblog this lol

6. pls enjoy. HHHHHHGHHG-

~*~

Chal: -curled with Bel-

Libby: -wanders to-

Chal: Hi. How was your cult meeting?

Libby: Um, it was good…

Bel: -quiet- -petting Chal-

Libby: Can you go look for Loki for us?

Chal: …Who, me?

Libby: Uh-huh.

Chal: …Me specifically? What? Why?

Bel: I’ll go with you.

Chal: -glances between- Wh— huh? How is that my fucking job?

Libby: -flutters wings- We think Loki may be hiding in the pocket voids around here—no one else really knows how to get to them, so…

Chal: What do you mean he’s hiding?

Libby: ‘Cause the baby, and…

Chal: What do you mean the baby?

Bel: He’s pregnant.

Chal: He’s pregnant?

Libby: Yeah, so he ran away. We’re trying to find him, he.

Libby: -small voice- He um, Tory and Maci are really upset. Well, everyone’s really upset.

Chal: The fuck do Tory and Maci care?

Libby: Um…

Bel: Tory’s the other parent.

Chal: …Is he hiding from Maci?

Bel: I don’t think so? They’re on good terms now.

Chal: What am I supposed to do if I find him?

Libby: Bring him home.

Chal: -scoffs- He’s not gonna fucking listen to me.

Bel: If he doesn’t listen, should we call you?

Libby: Uh-huh. Me, or… Rane’s always in charge, or maybe Fen…

Chal: Whoa whoa whoa what if he flips out at me? What if he fucking turns me into a baby again?!

Bel: I’ll poof you away if I hear him thinking about it.

Libby: Please, Chal? He’s my mom, and no one else knows knows how to get into the voids.

Chal: Maybe I don’t even fucking know how to get into those anymore, it’s been a long fucking time since…

Libby: Chal pleeee-ase.

Chal: -frowns- -quiet-

Chal: -mumbles- Okay fine.

Bel: -takes Chal’s hand-

Libby: -hugs Chal- Thank you thank you.

Chal: -mumbles- Whatever.

Chal: -squeezes Bel’s hand- -poofs with-

Bel: -laces fingers-

Chal: What’s the fucking plan here? Should we have come up with a plan? What the fuck are I supposed to say if we actually find him?

Chal: This is so stupid. These things are like, all over the place. There’s so many of them and they all look the same. I don’t have a map. Only Loki has a map, maybe.

Bel: I guess just, say that his kids want him to come home?

Chal: -runs hands over face- Gods fuck oh my gods fuck. Yeah, ‘cause we’re gonna be the ones he’s gonna be thrilled to see. Fuck me oh my gods fuck this.

Chal: -curls wings- -sighs- …Well, he’s not in this one.

Bel: -looking around- How many of these are there?

Chal: Yeah, that’s the other thing— I have no idea. Tens? Hundreds? Thousands?

Chal: -poofs with-

Chal: …Probably not thousands. That seems like a lot.

Bel: I guess we’ll keep looking?

Chal: -small nod-

Chal: They’re not even nice to be in, they’re empty, they’re unsettling. Like accidentally ending up behind the fucking scenes or something.

Chal: -sighs- How long has Loki even been hiding for?

Bel: I’m not sure. I didn’t hear it.

Chal: But you heard Libby’s meeting? Did they all offer me up as sacrifice to Loki’s rage?

Bel: -shakes head- They wanted your help because you can navigate these places.

Bel: -pauses-

Bel: And they wanted me with you to do the talking if we find him.

Chal: …Oh. That makes more sense, he might listen to you. Definitely not me.

Chal: -poofs with-

Chal: What if he turns you into a baby?

Bel: I’ll, um.

Bel: I’ll try not to let it go there.

Chal: -stops- …Loki used to— Loki was a fucking, supervillain. Isn’t Loki fucking dangerous? Is this dangerous?

Chal: Is he going crazy in a fit of fucking rage? What if we have to fight him?

Chal: I, I can’t win against him in a fight. I don’t even know if I know how to fight anymore and I can’t do magic.

Bel: He hasn’t been overtly malicious in a long while.

Chal: Maybe he turned “overtly malicious” while he was running away. Maybe he’s gonna be in a real overtly malicious fucking mood about me and you trying to talk to him. Um, you trying to talk to him.

Bel: Still, it’s… We got asked to look for him by his kids. It’s important we try.

Chal: -mumbles- We don’t have to… Ugh, I guess.

Chal: You knew he was gonna have a baby…?

Bel: -nods- I heard it, but he didn’t want me to tell anyone.

Chal: Oh, shit.

Chal: -poofs with- -looking around-

Chal: And no one else knew? For like, a long fucking time?

Bel: No one but Tory and Maci, I guess.

Chal: -gives look- …And you and Ty.

Bel: Not on purpose.

Chal: Hmph.

Chal: How long am I supposed to keep going through the voids for? What if he’s not even in any of these? We could be here fucking forever. Who’s gonna put N to bed?

Bel: I guess when we need to put N to bed, we can stop.

Chal: -sulks- And then just, back at it tomorrow and every fucking day forever?

Chal: What if he hides for nine months?

Bel: If it’s too much labor, well…

Bel: We do have a daughter to take care of.

Chal: Right. Exactly, yeah. We do. I’m not taking N into the voids, so…

Chal: …-quieter- Is, um. Is Libby really upset?

Bel: She’s worried, mostly.

Chal: -sighs-

Chal: -mumbles- I’m sure Loki would probably come back on his own eventually…

Bel: Probably, but…

Bel: Well, he’s at risk for complications. If he’s not able to use his magic or get help…

Chal: Oh… Oh, that’s…

Chal: -frowns- Why… why’d he fucking leave then?

Bel: I don’t know.

Bel: Habit, or nerves?

Chal: -squints- That doesn’t make any sense. If he’s nervous about complications why banish himself to the fucking, middle of nowhere where no one can even get to him?

Chal: …Does Loki have anxiety?

Bel: -nods- A ton of it, actually.

Chal: -stops- Huh. …Seriously?

Bel: Yeah.

Chal: He could try therapy. He made me fucking do it.

Bel: -small smile- Maybe when he’s back home, you can suggest it.

Chal: Yeah, right. If he’s not mad enough at me for trying to find him, then that’ll do it for fucking sure…

Bel: -quiet-

Chal: -squeezes hand- -mumbles- This is so stupid. I mean, he could be in any of these. He could even be anywhere.

Bel: -soft sigh-

Chal: -poofs with-

Chal: Maybe he’s not even in here at all. Who said he was hiding here in the first place? If no one knows how to get in then how—

Loki: -looks at-

Chal: -stops short-

Bel: Oh—

Chal: -stutters- Oh, fuck—

Loki: -raises eyebrow- -faintly- Interesting.

Loki: -gestures to poof-

Bel: Wait!

Loki: -snarls- What.

Bel: You—

Bel: -runs hands over face- Ugh.

Chal: …Holy fuck you’re really fucking pregnant—

Loki: -eyeroll- -poofs-

Bel: Aaaaagh fuck you fuck you come back.

Chal: -sputters- That is SO pregnant! What happens if he has a baby in here?! Do you know how to deliver a baby?!

Chal: -clutches at- What if we find him again and he’s having a baby?

Bel: I-I mean, he knows how, so I could read his mind and figure it out…

Chal: I don’t—

Chal: -small noise- -poofs with-

Chal: -spins all around- -deflates- Fuck, fuck, it’s empty.

Bel: Maybe he’s still close?

Chal: Okay. Okay.

Chal: Okay if we find him again what do we do.

Bel: I’ll try to talk to him.

Bel: Like, actually talk.

Chal: Okay, fuck, okay.

Chal: Okay, lemme— -poofs with-

Chal: -frustrated groan- -poofs again-

Chal: -goes to poof- …. -freezes- Oh—

Loki: -sighs- -dryly- Oh, you’re after me, is that it? Here I thought I might be interrupting date night.

Bel: Shitokayokay—

Bel: Look, your children asked us to help find you.

Bel: They want you home.

Loki: -face falls slightly- -tucks arm around belly- -composes self-

Loki: Well, you can let them know you’ve found me. That I’m quite well. That I love them dearly.

Loki: …-frowns- That I don’t want to return, which they ought to know.

Bel: Why??

Bel: Everyone — Tory, Maci, your family, they’re upset.

Bel: They miss you.

Loki: -swallows hard- -petting belly-

Loki: Ah, well. You see, it’s simply because—

Loki: -gives look- -poofs-

Bel: WAIT—

Chal: NO!

Chal: -fidgets- D-do we keep going or pass a message?

Bel: Keep going!

Bel: All the fucking teleporting is making me nauseous, it’s fucking personal now, just go!

Chal: -scrambles- -poofs-

Loki: Don’t you have better things to do?

Chal: -startles- Oh shit, there you— Do the voids all go in— order?

Loki: Would you like a map? Would that be easier for you?

Bel: Oh my gods, just fucking listen!

Bel: Why are you even here? You know full well you’re just making yourself worse being all alone; what happened to not up and disappearing for this child?

Loki: -witty retort dies- -falters slightly-

Bel: And your kids figured out what’s wrong on their own — I didn’t tell anyone — because you always. fucking. do this.

Chal: -clutching Bel- -staring between-

Loki: None of this concerns you. Neither of you.

Chal: Bullshit, Libby misses you too.

Bel: Yeah, it does! My sister-in-law’s missing her fucking dad.

Loki: -evenly- I believe I’m designated Libby’s mother, thank you very much.

Bel: Ohmygods, it’s semantics.

Loki: -waves hand- I’ll return eventually. My children can come to me. When there aren’t search parties I can— they know this. They know I’ll always…

Bel: Fucking hell, they’re worried you’re gonna get hurt.

Bel: Wasn’t that the whole point of staying home? You’ve got support if something happens?

Bel: Fucking off to a hidey-void is familiar, I get it, but it’s not safer.

Loki: I won’t be hurt.

Loki: -glaring daggers- And it feels safer.

Loki: I don’t need support, this endless charade. I can handle myself, myself. I j-just— I just need time to— -falters-

Loki: -swallows- -viciously- Being chased through liminal spaces isn’t helpful, either.

Bel: Time to what? Sabotage your relationships because they can’t abandon you if you do it first, on your terms?

Loki: -breath hitches- -visible flinch-

Loki: -snarls- -POOFS-

Chal: -coughs- The dramatic smoke wasn’t necessary, can you not piss him off into exploding—

Bel: -yelling- GO TO FUCKING THERAPY.

Chal: -poofs with-

Loki: Now you’re really starting to irritate me.

Bel: You’re irritated? I’m irritated!

Loki: You’re welcome to leave!

Bel: I’m not done yelling at you!

Bel: Tory thinks he’s done something wrong and who’s gotta listen to his head? Me!

Loki: -pales slightly- —Gods I told him it wasn’t personal, th-that none of this would be…

Bel: You’re fairly well known for lying.

Loki: -sneers- Well, then there’s what happened for “not up and disappearing with this child,” your answer in turn.

Bel: Bullshit, I know this is your other bit: you’re also well-known for acquiring nice situations, getting nervous about something happening to the nice situation, and then you create a catastrophe because if the nice thing you have is gonna go up in flames, at least it’s on your terms.

Bel: How will you know if people give a shit about you if you never give them a chance?

Loki: -opens mouth- -closes-

Loki: -blinking furious tears- -poofs-

Chal: -breathless- I think you’re fucking winning, -poofs after-

Loki: -frustrated groan- This seems like all just a lot of fuss for no reason.

Loki: They’ve others to occupy their time— They can fuck the clones, if they’re so deprived. Tell them I said so.

Chal: Aagh, gods.

Bel: What do you mean, no reason? Your children want you home, Tory and Maci want you home, Rane’s made a fucking council to figure out where you went.

Loki: Rane’s always making councils, it’s her favorite hobby.

Chal: You keep swerving around all the fucking subjects.

Loki: -glares at- -icily- No reason, as my children can come and go to find me as they see fit, for visits if they wish. All these theatrics, sprung upon me before I’d a chance to find them. Tory and Maci—

Loki: -voice wobbles slightly- …Are f… furious, I’m sure, and I won’t return to be in the line of fire.

Loki: And Rane just likes gathering councils. There, all your subjects.

Bel: I’m not stupid. You think Tory and Maci will blow up if you come back?

Bel: Your children don’t even know where you are; it’s why we found you.

Bel: Everyone misses you and wants you safe. Go home.

Loki: You must understand this was all very impromptu. I didn’t mean… I didn’t… I would have sent for my children, I didn’t get a chance to— I’d never leave them—

Loki: I-In the meantime, Maci and Tory will find another fifty things to be angry about beyond myself and the turmoil I’ve caused; eventually I can fall further from out of their graces and into irrelevance, I— I’ll return when tempers are cooled, once they’ve moved on.

Bel: Tempers never went off! They’re worried, not angry. You’re creating scenarios in your head, and that’s the only place they exist.

Bel: If you care about them at all, you’ll cut it out with the borderline behavior and stop sabotaging the relationship you built.

Loki: -hugging belly- -stares away from-

Loki: You’re utterly naive if you think I could just, what, waltz back? Popped out for a quick break? Pretend it never happened, fall back to— the normalcy that— the way I— we’d—

Loki: And say it does and I dissolve into panic again and—

Loki: —Oh for gods’ sake, might we all sit in a circle and discuss our feelings here? Might we all be better off? Begone with this. Let me be.

Bel: You literally can. Just go back.

Loki: I won’t. I won’t return to collapse again— and again, again. They ought to have known what they’d— I’d warned them. Their own stupidity if they’d chosen bare optimism instead.

Loki: -sneers- And you can pass that message along, as well. -goes to poof-

Loki: -green fizzles- -goes nowhere-

Chal: -startles- …O-oh, shit…?

Loki: …-closes eyes- -SIGHS-

Bel: Out of juice?

Loki: -withering glare- -yes-

Chal: -holds out panicky hands- Are you gonna— have the, fucking baby?

Loki: …No, Chal.

Bel: It’s fucking with his magic.

Loki: -snaps at- Perhaps it’s merely a side effect of hauling myself and a large, developing mystery, to travel rapidfire across many, many difficult to reach pockets in succession.

Loki: I was quite comfortable where you’d found me. Quiet. Alone, peaceful. A bed that wasn’t sweltering, no impossible expectations looming over my head. Functioning magic, m-mostly. Here we are, a million voids later.

Chal: Shit, it is fucking with you? You look all— sweaty.

Loki: Just go away.

Bel: Fine, it’s not like I have much else to say to you—

Bel: -lunges for Loki- -poofs with-

Loki: -struggles away from- -PREGNANT AND AWKWARD- -snarling- How DARE you, you’ll pay for this I swear it—

Chal: -yelling- No the fuck he won’t, he’s fucking helping your stupid ass anyway!

Bel: -poofs back to palace-

Loki: -crumples to knees- -trying not to cry-

Loki: -folds over belly-

Libby: -gasps- You actually found—?!

Bel: Yeah, somehow.

Bel: Also fuck him, he kept teleporting from pocket to pocket.

Chal: I-I think we’re all dizzy and nauseous, really fucking fun, fucking asshole—

Libby: Are you okay?! Are you— -kneels to Loki- A-are you, okay, the baby…?

Loki: -hangs head- The baby’s okay, I…

Loki: -tears streaming- -whispers- Please don’t call your siblings, they shouldn’t s-see me in this state.

Loki: You won, let me be.

Libby: I…

Chal: -beseeches Tory-

Tory: -poofs-

Chal: -points-

Tory: -pauses-

Loki: -hunches into ball- -choked sob-

Libby: -hovers- The, the baby’s okay, he said…

Tory: -quiet- -pets Chal’s shoulder-

Chal: -stumbles back against Tory- S, sorry I don’t know if I— maybe I shouldn’t have called you if, b-but he said not the kids and Bel and me already spent too much time fucking yelling at him in the voids and I don’t, uhh…

Tory: -kisses top of head- You did really good.

Chal: -beams slightly- Bel did better.

Tory: You’re a team.

Chal: -BEAMS MORE- -squeezes Bel’s hand-

Chal: Please don’t let him fucking kill us.

Tory: -crouches by Loki-

Loki: -sobbing in heap- -trembling-

Tory: -pets-

Loki: -coughs- -sobs-

Chal: -inches closer to Bel- H-his um, he couldn’t teleport… Maybe the baby, we dunno.

Tory: -squeezes Loki’s shoulder- Stand up.

Loki: -tears streaming- -sniffling- -shakes head-

Loki: …-struggles up anyway- -holding belly-

Loki: -can’t look at-

Tory: -hugs Loki-

Loki: -stiffens- … -sobs- -crumples into-

Tory: -rubbing back-

Loki: -trembling-

Libby: I-I um, I’ll tell everyone that he… I-I’ll tell them to see you tomorrow, if…

Libby: You’re… staying, right? You’re not leaving again tomorrow?

Loki: -small voice- -hoarse- I’ll b-be here.

Tory: -brushes hair out of face-

Loki: -small sob- -stares into floor-

Tory: You’re okay?

Loki: -shakes head-

Tory: Do you want to sit down?

Loki: -wobbly nod- -not looking at-

Chal: -like watching a trainwreck- -backs away-

Chal: -so awkward- Do you— you can— have our room if, we’ll all go s-someplace else if you, have to cry on the floor or, something.

Tory: -guides Loki to couch- I’ll take care of him.

Chal: -nodnodnod- -grabs Bel/Libby- -mutters- I need to fucking lie down. We’re walking to bed, I’m teleporting zero more times tonight.

~*~

aaaaand..,,, scene

thanks for reading<3 yknow…. I hope posting these threads (pieces, whole parts) provides some insight into why I’m the way I am with elysium lmfao

AAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

[karmas-chameleon]

a quick lil Pride short that I definitely didn't rush to finish in like an hour, no sir

I awoke to my phone's alarm, and reached over groggily to my nightstand to silence it. My weekend alarm was set slightly later than the usual workday time, but it seemed that no matter when I woke up, I was still sleepy. Fortunately, the weekend also allowed me the opportunity to snooze in bed for a short while, before Manfred insisted we get up to start the day semi-promptly.

After blinking away the fog of sleep, I saw the date illuminated on my phone: June 1st. A new month, and an odd time of year for me going on a decade if not longer. My phone’s calendar helpfully informed me that it was the start of Pride Month, as though I didn't already know. I set it down by my pillow and rolled over to face my boyfriend.

“G’morning, Manny,” I mumbled.

“Good morning, my dear.” Manfred smiled at me with his usual, far less tired smile.

“Happy, uh…June.”

He raised a brow. “Happy June to you as well. Is this a holiday now?”

“Well, um, no. Not really, I guess. It's just-” my eyes darted back to my phone. I wasn't sure why I felt the need to bring it up. “...I dunno.”

“It must be something. You don't use quite so many filler words when you don't have something on your mind.”

I sighed. “Yeah. It's…I saw that it's the start of Pride Month, on my phone. Do you, uh, know what that is?”

“Of course I do. I made an effort to learn all I could, years ago,” he cast a glance toward the framed pictures across the room, “just to be the best father I could. I've little use for that knowledge since Franziska moved away, but it's still here.” He turned his focus back to me, with a concerned expression. “Why do you ask?”

“I- I…don't know. I've never really been sure what's going on with me, that way. I mean, I'm with you now, right? And I'm a woman…I'm pretty sure of that. So I'd be straight, right? I've never really been interested in another woman. But…” I rubbed at my eyes, trying to dispel both my sleepiness and puzzlement. “But I'd never really been interested in anyone, before I met you. If I hadn't, I'd have been pretty much fine dating nobody, ever. And I just don't…feel things when I see people, the way most people do. I think.”

I looked to Manfred, hoping that some of what I'd been rambling about made sense to him. He was nodding along thoughtfully.

“There's a word for that, my dear.”

I felt a wave of relief. He understood. “Yeah, ase-”

“Professionalism. You don't let yourself be distracted by nonsense, the way most do. It's absurd, really, how so many act like sexuality and romance are some sort of necessity, like food or water.”

I blinked at him. “Well, but…I think they are, to a bunch of people. And it sounds really weird to me, but there are a lot of people who can just look at someone and want to, uh…have sex with them.”

“What, without even getting to know them?” He grimaced. “Ridiculous.”

“I know, it's hard to imagine. But it's not uncommon. You and me, and people who don't feel like that, I think we're in the minority.”

Manfred simply shook his head.

“And there is a word for it,” I continued. “Asexuality. And that's part of Pride, technically. I mean, it is. It should be. But…I've never really felt welcome, even though I'm pretty sure I'm asexual. And now, when I'm with you, it's just- people wouldn't look at us there and see an asexual couple. They'd see a straight couple who wandered somewhere they didn't belong.”

My boyfriend reached over to me and laid his hand on mine. “If you and I belong somewhere, I'm not letting anyone push either of us out, I promise you that.”

“Th-thanks. Still, I…I don't think I'm ready to go to a parade or something. I never liked crowds anyway.”

“We can celebrate some other way, then. How does cake sound?”

I smiled at him, and hummed happily. “Sounds perfect, Manny.”

He leaned close and kissed my cheek. “Excellent. Now, we ought to start the day soon. Cake will come later.”

I stretched and groaned and prepared to get out of bed, to a Pride Month that promised to be a little less awkward than usual. Though I was even less certain of my own sexuality than before, if such a thing was possible. I did feel something deep inside me when I saw Manfred, something different than I'd felt with everyone else. Maybe it was that attraction I'd heard was normal for most. Maybe it was a desire I could feel for no other person, for I trusted Manfred more than anyone.

Maybe it was simply love.

[im-here-too-i-guess]

"Amby, do you have any idea what your student has done."

"I know As." Ambesh idly summoned glass screens, looking through them for information.

"They unleashed forbidden knowledge Amby. Accidently maybe, but you know what will happen."

"I know As." Ambesh flicked through his screens faster, looking for something.

"Are you even listening to me Amby?!" Ase stalked forwards, hands at his side.

"Yes, yes I am." Ambesh narrowed his eyes, summoning and flickering through even more screens.

"They will die, Amby."

"I know, As."

Ase forced Ambesh around, gripping onto his collar and forcing him closer to him.

"You will be placed at fault for not controlling your student, and you're just sitting here doing nothing."

"The fuck do you think I'm doing As? As long as Father doesn't know we'll be fine." The words were shaky at best. He glanced at one of his screens, finding the one he was searching for. "Aha!" He teleported out of Ase's hold and towards the screen.

"And what are you 'Aha!'ing for?" Ase stood beside Ambesh, looking at the screen.

"This, my dear older brother." He gestured towards the screen, showing the image of an orb. "Is the one way ticket to ensure my dear student's safety!"

Ase narrowed his eyes, having a feeling that he recognizes this orb from somewhere.

Ambesh reached his hand inside of it, digging around before freezing. "What." Ambesh stuck his other hand inside, digging around and with each second passing by he gets more and more frantic.

"Who the fuck took it." Ambesh's aura leaked out of his body slowly, rage filling his eyes as he dug further inside of the screen with the help of his tails in desperation. "How the fuck did they- where the fuck is my orb."

Ambesh pulled his hands out swiftly, turning around and walking back and forth. "Oh Father, oh Father this bad. This is extremely bad." Ambesh increased his pacing, his hands coming up to hold his head as the rage melts off his safe, replaced by fear and uncertainty.

"Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit." Ambesh was stressed, he banked everything on that thing being right where he left it. Thin, spiderweb cracks appeared from his face.

"Amby, calm yourself-" Ase stepped forward, holding a hand out to the youngest. Ambesh didn't stop pacing. "Amby."

"WhatdoIdoIdon'twanthimtodie."

"Amby."

"Hedidn'tevenmeantoFatherwouldn'tkillhimoverthisright."

"AMBY!" Ase gripped onto Ambesh shoulders tightly forcing him to stop and look at him, the spiderweb cracks spread further over his form because of his worry. "You need to calm down Amby."

Ambesh was silent for a moment.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?" Ambesh gripped onto Ase's collar, forcing him down to his level. "Why the hell should I do that? My student is going to die As!" The cracks got bigger and bigger. "He's going to die and it's going to be my fault. I should've looked after him more and-and." Ambesh voice died out, tears falling from his face as the cracks running along his body got even bigger.

"Echo. Seedling."

Cracks spread even further as Ambesh stilled. Even Ase started to decay a little when he saw him. Ambesh gripped onto him tighter, and even he did as well.

Calm, measured steps seem to grow louder than they should have been as he got closer and closer, towering over them as he stopped.

@lulu-nightbon I uh. Ran out of ideas on where to take this so uh u can have this unfinished one-

Or u can imagine what happens next mayhpas idkahfkdjfsg

[iturbide]

Summer Storm

44,742/50,000

“Miryn?”

Looking up, he found a familiar boy standing by the far end of the bench.  “Hello, Adrian,” he said, bobbing his head in greeting as he set his notebook aside.  Inglid’s elder son had been a common sight on market days, joining his mother and younger brother in the shopping.  His presence here, without her, told him everything he needed to know.  “I take it your mother sent you?”

The teenager nodded, balancing on one leg and scratching his calf with his raised foot.  “She told me to get the money back from her last order, and go to the apothecary for something,” he mumbled.  “I brought two of the vials, but she broke the last one when she heard about…”

Unsurprising, though that didn’t stop it from hurting.  Holding out his hand, he accepted the thin glass containers, leaning over to nestle them in alongside Samuel’s bottles.  “That’s alright.  Hopefully this will still be enough to—”

“I brought a couple coins from my allowance, to make up for it.”

Startled, Miryn turned back to see him fishing through his pockets; when the boy held his hand out, palm up, the potion maker hurriedly closed Adrian’s fingers back around them to hide them from view.  “I can’t take payment,” he breathed.  “I’m bending the law close enough to breaking just by being here—”

“But I need to get her medicine.”

“That’s why I need to give coin to you, not the other way around,” Miryn said, pulling back and reaching for his satchel…

Adrian pressed his hand on the bench, leaving the two coins on the stone.  “I need her medicine,” he repeated.  “What you make her.”

Folding his hands, Miryn leaned forward, watching the boy’s fists tremble at his sides.  “She asked you to go to the apothecary, though.”

“You don’t know what it was like, before.”  Adrian’s expression contorted, a thick sniffle betraying his attempts to hold back tears.  “She used to get remedies from the apothecary.  They worked alright enough, sometimes, if she took them before it got bad.  But if she took it too late, they didn’t do anything.  She’d stay in bed all day, in the dark, in pain, and there was nothing we could do.  And then you started making medicine for her, and…no matter when she took it, she got better.  Even on the bad days, she’d take it and be able to come out and do things again.  And now…now she wants to go back to the way it was, and I…I don’t want to see her hurting all the time like that again.  So I-I want to pick up her medicine.  Plea-ase.”

“…what will you tell her, if she asks?” Miryn murmured, turning to open the pack behind the bench and removing three vials filled with a translucent, deep violet tincture.

Adrian sniffed, scrubbing a hand across his eyes.  “I’ll tell her the apothecary changed his bottles.”

Nodding, the potion maker passed the glassware into the boy’s hands.  “Hopefully she won’t think too much of it, for now.  Remember to store it out of the light.”

Adrian hastily pulled a pouch from under his shirt, tucking them inside and drawing it closed.  “I can’t pay for next week’s order,” he mumbled.  “B-but if you could make it anyway, and come back, I’ll pay for it then…”

He felt a pang in his heart as he shook his head.  “I can’t.  Even if I want to, the law won’t let me.”

The boy’s shoulders sagged as he reached up to grip the pouch under his shirt.  “…you really are a mage, aren’t you.”

“I am,” Miryn agreed.

“And…you use magic, to make her medicine?”

“In part — but that’s not all of it,” he explained quietly.  “It’s the ingredients that are important, really: different plants have different effects, alleviate different symptoms…the magic just helps to enhance those effects.  Take it away, and it should still do what it’s supposed to.  That’s the whole point of it.”

Adrian remained quiet for a long moment, considering those words; when he turned, he kept his hand protectively over the pouch where he’d hidden his mother’s medicine.  “I’ll come back here, next market day,” he said softly.  “I hope I see you.”

Miryn could not find the words to reply.  And by the time he did, the boy was gone.

[tsotc]

You mentioned recently that you’ve done a lot of healing in ffxiv - I wanna get more into tanking so I was wondering, what are some of the main things you see tanks doing wrong?

I'm only recently learning to tank at the behest of my boyfriend but I've healed for him for long enough to know what's good tanking and what's shit tanking. This is more advice than anything else i think

1 - if your healer looks and acts like a cat that's just been dunked in water and is quivering and throwing up everywhere, ask what pull sizes they want or adjust in a manner that gives them (and by proxy both you and the rest of the party) a better experience. examples of this being; they are in on level gear. they are in baby artifact gear. you have just died to a pull that you should have been able to survive.

additionally, if you die and the healer dies and everything has gone to shit please god wait for the healer to get back BEFORE pulling the next pack. THIS APPLIES TO WAR TOO BTW. I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE HEALERS NOW BUT SHAKE IT OFF AND BLOODWHETTING ARE NOT A GOOD SUBSTITUTE FOR A HEALER ALL OF THE TIME.

2- we recently ran into a tank in the 6.2 dungeon who Did Not Mitigate because "[the healer] was doing fine and i wanted to let them shine" NO!!! I Want To DPS I Will Kill You If You Make Me Hardcast Cure II. A healer should be damaging in addition to healing, if you don't do your mitigation rotations and let them do all the work you're only doing half a job and the damage you'll gain from slacking like this isn't worth the goodness that shall be drained from your soul.

3- in situations where you are co-tanking, wait to turn on your stank (tank stance) until the mt has built up enough aggro to avoid fighting for you with aggro (usually its like 30 seconds into the fight if memory serves) if you are fighting for aggro and switch halfway through the fight without it being a proper tank swap (forced by mechs) then it becomes a lot harder to effectively heal whilst maintaining dps output.

4- vuln stacks don't do as much harm to tanks as to the rest of the party but it's still Very Stressful when a tank has 6 of them for No Good Reason. ple ase

5- asked my tank bf (kissing him btw) for some advice and he was like. face enemies north for the most part (AWAY FROM THE PARTY) and move with intention (dont wiggle about too much) or else your meelees with positionals (ninja gets the third part of their meelee combo at level 34 ish which is a positional, its something that should be considered regardless of content that you're running)

6- this might be a crystal thing but in alliance raids B tends to mt feel free to ask in alliance chat if anyone else wants to mt though

7- IF YOU'RE NOT WEARING A FUNNY OR SLUTTY GLAM YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG!!! GET THAT PUSSY AND OR COCK OUT. PUT ON THE CHOCOBOBHEAD. people will be more willing to forgive your mistakes if you're just a little guy im deadly serious a funny tank that fucks up more will get more leeway than one who takes themselves too seriously

8- HAVE. A CHAT MACRO FOR YOUR INVULNS. I BEG OF YOU . I NEED TO KNOW WHEN YOU POP LIVING DEAD SO I CAN STOP HEALING YOU. I don't really need to know holmgang but i like knowing when people crank their hogs. I NEED TO KNOW WHEN YOU HALLOWED GROUND SO I CAN DPS. I WILL ALREADY KNOW WHEN YOU SBD BUT BY GOD PLEASE TELL ME WHEN IT ENDS. hallowed ground and holmgang are invulns that you can panic pop without your healer killing you for the most part.

9- there are required tank lbs but people in party tend to yell abt them. a12n, sosex and esn are the ones that come to mind and their timing is also Usually yelled at you by chat. dont be afraid to ask abt it. never be afraid to ask.

the main things i think though are like you set the pace of the dungeon. the bus waits for you because you are the bus. if a healer wants to pull bigger and you're not comfortable with it then don't! I am a healer who enjoys hard and fast pulls and loves danger and loves last minute heals, i would be a dick to impose that on everyone. the worst tanks are those who don't consider the rest of the party, as with every role in this game.

and as with everything else, i havw faith in you and fucking up is entirely normal and expected. you're gonna do great

[ase-trollplays]

Canon events among my trolls

Thiomi and Sonja always find each other

Florah and Allmah also always find each other

Amprus dies young

Takimi is abandoned as a young child

Hannah and Ruvlin grow up separated from each other

[alarrytale]

I don’t think they will be on the cover together. I think Tay will be on the cover and she and Harry will have a joint interview together. That way he’ll confirm their relationships without having to make an announcement. A lot of celeb couples do that and co stars do that for their movies to promote.

And it makes sense cause that editor was talking to Harry as if she’s asking him questions. And we’ve seen Taylor at their office earlier this week for her interview.

I'm just going to put a few asks together since they're on the same topic and put it under the cut.

so pleasing is an on-site partner for vogue world which is happening just before London fashion week. The threads are starting to make sense. Got to wonder , has Harry sold his soul?

Help everyone talking about a vogue cover but maybe it has nothing to do with it. Just saw some tweets from harries that apparently Pleasing will be at an event called Vogue World that is organised by british vogue during london fashion week. Maybe harry and TR will be there to promote pleasing with harry lambert and that's why they were with the british vogue lady, who knows...

Slightly unrelated but if this stunt is indeed to promote Loewe shame on JW Anderson (their gay creative director). Getting a closeted gay man to perform heterossexuality to boost the sales of your brand, while at the same time going around saying that everyone should be able to be out and proud like you are is such hipocrisy. I guess we should always work towards a world where everyone can be out unless it's someone from whose closeted you can directly profit off. Never ceases to amaze me how most of these people from the entertainment industry have absolutely no backbone. Their values and the things they preach really always stop existing if they can get more $$$$ into their pockets.

Hi everyone,

I think we need to take a step back here. Nothing has happened yet and it might not happen. We are just speculating and preparing for worst case. It does no good to worry or condemn people for things they haven't done or might not do. We'll cross that bridge if we get there, and rightfully call them out on it then. I'll be right there with you.

There might be a connection to pl*asing here as you both say. We'll see what transpires.

[greatwyrmgold]

Remember the Komi-san MHA AU stuff I posted a while back? I came across a 90% complete draft for a part 4. It covered a handful of minor characters that GT didn’t mention, who I felt like making Quirks for. So I polished it some, and posted it here.

Naruse Shisuto is, of course, a narcissist. That’s his defining personality trait, half of his core gag, it’s even his name. (If you didn’t know, basically every Komi-san character has an overt pun name.) The other half of his core gag is, of course, that the only people who pay attention to him with any regularity are Komitani Chuusaku and Ase Shibuki.

The obvious way to solidify that gag would be to give him the power of...a Worm character whose name I can’t seem to remember...oh yeah, Imp. Anyways, if there’s one thing anyone who’s read these should have figured out, it’s that I don’t like sticking with the obvious answer.

So instead of giving Naruse a Quirk that makes people ignore him, I’ll give him one that works best if people do. Let’s say…a transformation into a sort of spectral state, which lets him move quickly, fly, and perhaps pass through walls or slip through narrow spaces. But the more people who watch him, the weaker the power gets—the slower he moves, the lower his flight ceiling, the more solid he remains.

A pragmatic hero with this Quirk would focus on stealth—slipping into the shadows, using the Quirk to reposition, and then striking from unexpected angles. This could make an effective Eraserhead-type hero, quietly taking down criminals from the shadows.

But Naruse doesn’t want to be Eraserhead, he wants to be All-Might; whenever he does something impressive or heroic, he deliberately calls attention to himself, weakening his Quirk enough that whatever he’s doing falls apart.

(I checked over part 2 while polishing this post and realized that I gave Naruse and Yadano the same weakness. Oops! I feel like Yadano’s would be easier to change without ruining the punchline—like, she loses control of her Quirk if she exhausts herself or something, so trying too hard to beat Komi would lead to her messing up spectacularly. Or just give her a whole new Quirk which plays on the same ideas differently.)

Ase Shibuki (who hasn’t really appeared in the anime yet) is sweaty. (Her name means “sweat droplets”. It’s pretty simple.) She’s also extremely self-conscious about being sweaty, to the point that she doesn’t like being touched specifically because she’s afraid other people will think she’s gross. Her ability to sweat is already superhuman (though not to the same extent as Najimi’s ability to make friends), so we just have to think of something that turns it from a mundane Quirk into an interesting one.

Remember that time in AtLA where Katara waterbent her sweat to get out of jail? Imagine that, but for someone that sweats literal buckets, and also she can’t bend water that isn’t her sweat. Sweat control is undeniably a pretty gross Quirk, the kind of thing someone could develop a complex about. But it’s also something that could potentially be powerful and cool.

This Ase still has that thing where she thinks people find her sweating gross, but has a plan beyond “hide my sweatiness and don’t touch people”. She’s gross, but if she can use that grossness to help people, maybe she can also be cool?

Isagi Kyoko (who also hasn’t appeared in the anime) is clean. (Both her family and personal names can mean “pure” or “clean,” with other meanings including “gallant” and “clear”.) She’s a neat freak, stoic, diligent, reliable, and germophobic.

I’m leaning towards some kind of Quirk that works well when everything’s going right, but falls apart when things start to go wrong. Like, if she has a clear image of what she’s going to do and how, her Quirk gives her the momentum to carry through with it, but if reality clashes with her image, the momentum drains away. Keeping things around her clean is one way Isagi can try to exert control over the world around her, which theoretically means her Quirk is more effective.

Not sure what form that momentum should take, though. Maybe literal momentum, maybe luck bending in her favor as long as she keeps it up. This is a bit of a first draft, but unless I return to write a fic, that’s fine. Heck, maybe it’s fine even if I did write a fic; it’s not like every character is gonna be a protagonist.

Kishi Himeko—the knight girl—would have some kind of defensive quirk, mirroring both her armored aesthetic and her reserved, defensive nature. Perhaps something like the power granted by Excalibur’s scabbard in Le Morte d’Arthur and some later works, or possessed by Worm’s Gavel. A Quirk which limits the injury Kishi can take from any one attack. All-Might punching her wouldn’t hurt her any more than a punch from some goon…though since All-Might in specific also punches fast, he could still take her down without much effort (if she was a villain).

Komitani Chuusaku would have the most powerful Quirk of all: Fourth Wall, the ability to recognize that he is in a manga (or fanfic, as the case may be). He can use this power to talk with other people on the other side of the border between manga panels (in fanfic, the other side of a...scene transition, I guess?), and has some ability to sense things beyond there. (Perhaps in a text-based fanfic, he could look at “you” before offering commentary?)

This Quirk seems inconsistent to other people, many of whom are curious just how his power works. Komitani avoids actually explaining, because he knows nobody will believe him. That’s why he likes hanging out with Naruse; there’s no way that narcissist would care about other people’s Quirks.

Komitani doesn’t care about being a main character, but he wants to remain in the comic/fanfic for as long as possible. He’s therefore interested in both keeping the series running and being a background character in as many scenes as possible, hanging around near the main characters for that reason.

This could either be hilarious or a frustrating waste of space, depending on how well it’s handled.

And some Quirk/hero names, real quick:

Naruse:

Quirk: Spectral

Codename: Spectracular. Portmanteau of his Quirk name and how he sees himself.

Isagi:

Quirk: Momentum (working title)

Codename: Immaculate. Self-explanatory

Ase:

Quirk: Sweat Control

Codename: Drench. It connects to her Quirk, without being too…sweaty.

Kishi:

Quirk:Excalibur

Codename: Chevalia. Derived from “chevalier,” literally “cavalry” but idiomatically more like “knight”.

Komitani:

Quirk: Fourth Wall

Codename: Not chosen—he’s not sure the series will last long enough for him to actually need one

That makes eighteen characters, two of them younger characters who wouldn’t be in Tadano and Komi’s class. (Or nineteen and three, but that’s sixteen classmates either way.) So if I were to turn this into a fic, I’d probably add four more characters to fill in the class roster (to make it an even 20).

The current sixteen characters are four guys, eleven girls, and a Najimi, so while I’d like to bring Inaka Nokoko and Netsuno Chika into the class, I should probably pick four guys to balance the genders a bit. So...let’s pick the three “normal guys” (Chiarai Shigeo, Sonoda Taisei, and Shinobino Mono) and Toutoi Son (the guy who looks like Buddha but is vaguely perverted). There aren’t a lot of prominent guy students in this series, huh?

Anyways, rattling off some quirk Quirk ideas:

Chiarai Shigeo the dude-gyaru (there’s a word for that but I don’t expect people to know it) gets some kind of slippery Mover power—something cool and reasonably effective, but which makes him hard to rely on. Something a couple steps removed from Koichi’s Quirk, faster but with worse handling?

Shinobino Mono the ninja shouldn’t have a Quirk that overlaps too much with Nakanaka’s Mirror Smoke, Naruse’s Spectral, or whatever Chiarai gets. So…maybe something wind-themed that lets him move fast and throw knives good? Or swapping-type teleportation, for that “ninja log” trick?

Toutoi Son the Buddha lookalike should have a power that seems peaceful and noble, but which is hiding something else. Part of me wants to give him some sort of shapeshifting power, but A. there aren’t any proper shapeshifting Quirks in canon and B. that feels less Buddha and more Sun Wukong. So, movable force fields maybe? They look like shields, until he grabs one and smacks you over the head with it.

Sonoda Taisei the…other guy has some straightforward power that’s not represented among the others. Maybe something blastery?

So the list of a hypothetical Itan High Hero Course students would be:

Agari Himiko/Kokoni

Ase Shibuki/Drench

Chiarai Shigeo/???

Isagi Kyoko/Immaculate

Katai Makoto/M-Brace

Kishi Himeko/Chevalia

Komi Shouko/???

Komitani Chuusaku/???

Manbagi Rumiko/Kanzeon

Nakanaka Omoharu/Arsene

Naruse Shisuto/Spectracular

Onemine Nene/Harmony

Osana Najimi/Tomodachiiro

Otori Kaede/???

Shinobino Mono/Ninja No. 1

Sonoda Taisei/???

Tadano Hitohito/Cognizant

Toutoi Son/???

Yadano Makeru/Calamighty?

Yamai Ren/Aphrodite

[mangodestroyer]

This is going to be heavy...

Last night, I think I finally came to terms with how much being a part of so many m*nority groups has impacted my life. For one, I'm AFAB and naturally have a very curvaceous body type. So I've pretty much dealt with the depressingly vast issue of m*sogyny my whole life (most people have not done their research on how deep this shit goes...) I'm also part N*tive. Whenever people find out about it or sus it out, it isn't uncommon for them to start acting strange over it. Not to mention... it comes with generational tr*uma.

I'm also n*urodivergent. I've heard countless times how much I suck because of it. I've done so much work over the years to learn how to fit in enough to get by. I'm also qu*er. People aren't exactly accepting of that either, and it's so hard to relate to the c*s, h*t experience. It's awkward because people just assume that's what I am. But then get weird and sometimes hostile when I show signs that I'm not either of those things.

It doesn't matter if I'm hanging around more l*beral people or not. It doesn't matter if some people happen to be a part of the d*mographics I'm a part of. People can still be full of unchecked b*ases and get passive-aggressive, avoidant, or straight-up nasty toward me. I've been a social outcast in so many settings. I've been harassed in public so many freaking times! I get overlooked a lot. Some people who share some of my struggles will reject and distance themselves from me because I have these other qualities that make me "undesirable" (even if I was formally close to these people for the longest time, although "close" is a strange term to use here because looking back, these people were still sometimes hostile while I was still apart of their lives). I've had so many people get angry if I happen to have anything going for me, or if they find me enjoying myself in any way. As if I just don't deserve that. I've had people with more pr*vlege than me downplay what I've been through or even blame me for my life struggles/smirk if they find out I'm miserable. I have to work so much harder to get anywhere in life. At best, I feel like I am tolerated/just happen to be useful to others so they'll barely have the decency to let me exist around them. I've had people assume so many weird things about me. And when it comes to things like dating... I've been hit on and all and have dated someone in the past, but people don't really put any effort into courting me or trying to get to know me. They just act like I should be grateful that they pay attention to me at all. And with my only relationship, along with my friendships, my partner acted like I should just be delighted to cater to them and shouldn't expect anything in return. Lots of people just assume I must be some desperate loser who will accept any companionship and will do anything to have it. Because "it's the best I can do."

There were times in my life when I wondered if I was evil and just didn't realize it. Times when I wondered if I was born cursed. I learned early on to make myself as small and pleasant as I could possibly be to protect myself. I've had to learn to try and grey-rock and overlook as much of this shit as possible so that I don't go insane or "lash out" and make it worse (and since I seem to be a magnet for t*xic individuals, it's inevitable if harassment happens constantly). On the flip side, I've also learned to try and assert my boundaries and speak up for myself as much as I can without "overdoing it." And like I said, I've learned to seriously work at things to get anywhere in life. Funnily enough, I've had people take one look at me and say, "You have the patience of a saint!", "How can you look so serene while doing that unpleasant task?", "You seem like the type of person who is very self-sufficient." among other things. Like, yeah. No shit! Learning to be all these things is just a matter of survival for me! It isn't just some virtue.

And on top of all that, I grew up in a d*sfunctional family, in p*verty, in an area that has some issues. And yeah, no shit I'm also m*ntally ill after putting up with all this my whole life. Ofc I'm not an entirely functional individual myself. If anything, after thinking about all this last night... I'm kind of surprised I'm not worse. But I'm not off the hook for my m*ntal health either. I've also gotten shit for having an "unmanaged" m*ntal i*lness. For not "putting in the effort." Pft, I have tried therapy and I currently take things to help manage my mood. I've done so much work coming to terms with my tr*uma and practicing healthy thinking patterns. But it can be extremely challenging when you take everything else into consideration. It's not like I can easily put myself in a healthy environment or anything. I can do what I can to avoid t*xic people. I've still come to find that even the healthiest, well-meaning individuals won't be a fan of me on a subconscious level. They've still been conditioned to not like certain aspects of me, or they can smell that I have some issues and baggage. They might not appreciate that I've learned to be more careful and guarded around others. Again, as a way to protect myself because idk if you're going to end up being another POS.

It's not like I wasn't aware of these things when I was younger. I just thought we'd moved forward since the c*vil rights movement of the 60's. Then I grew up and entered the adult world... and I'm devastated to find out that we're still very behind. And like I said, even people who think they're super pr*gressive... actually aren't as kind and accepting as they think they are. The world is actually pretty messed up and hateful.

And I think the thing that really woke me up once and for all: looking around and seeing the people around me have fulfilling and authentic relationships with each other. Seeing the people around me be able to have deep conversations with others and express more vulnerability without it coming back to bite them. Seeing people be forgiven for some HUGE flaws. Seeing stupid adult children get babied by other adults. Just... people having a much better life than me where they feel comfortable and validated as human beings. Each and every one of these individuals is more privileged than me. Even if they do share some of my struggles, they're still able to find social acceptance SOMEWHERE.

So... I hope to one day recover from all this a lot more and learn to cope with it better. I hope to one day find some people who genuinely seem to like me and who aren't at all bothered with who I am as a person. I hope to find a career and lifestyle where I can exist and thrive in peace. All I ever wanted was a comfortable existence where I connect with someone and enjoy my hobbies/indulge in the beauty in this world. That's IT. It's not like I enjoy being a jaded m*santhrope who can only afford to look out for themselves.

And worst of all... I know there are people out there who can relate to all this. There are plenty of people out there who have it worse. And that's it. That's their existence. It's heartbreaking...

[the-good-projxct]

April 16, 2024. 

A Tuesday at 10:21 pm, sitting in the other room, let’s call it the Pamela room in Karen. Currently listening to Mahalia - Grateful. So wagwan, to keep it a buck, I am a bit depressed. I have not felt this way in a while. It’s been a few weeks now but I think I didn’t want to accept that I am depressed. I mean, I am in Kenya, in the sun, with family, eating yummy earthy food, in my motherland, speaking my mother tongue, surrounded by people that look like me, in Love with my best friend. LMAO, that's the thing eh? Depression gives zero fucks. It’s more than depressing, I feel hopeless. More like I felt hopeless, I felt a little breakthrough today. I’ve been crying a lot and easily. I mean, I generally cry at least once a day. But this has been more but also I find myself suppressing my tears which is unlike me. I suppress them because this cry, it feels like it will never end. Like once I start I’ll never stop. I talked to Sobia recently and we’re both feeling similar feelings. You know, I trust the Universe. And God’s plan. So here I am, at home. Facing the same hatred, same violences as I did in the west except this time its people that look like me doing it to people that look like me. Call me Naive dawg, I just didn’t think it was like this here. I mean, I should have known. kkkolonization and kkkapitalism are everywhere. In everything. They are more insidious than micro plastics at this point. I guess when I was running away from that I couldn’t see I was running into this. And maybe it was jumping out of the pot into a frying pan kinda situation because it feels worse when we’re doing it to each other. When it is my kin doing the harm to one another. It also feels like folx here are still so far behind in the radical, revolutionary conversations compared to the silo I was in. And I know folx catch up, catch on quick. But all this at the same time is overwhelming, depressing, hopelessness inducing. I know this stage will pass and I know I will adjust to what this is. And I know I will find the right silos to unpack all this with. And I know, Creator will guide me to the right actions for me. Whether it is Art, policy or governance. Or some intersection of the three. Or maybe Creator  will lead me directly to the revolution. Anyway, all this to say, I feel hopeless, lost and hurt right now. So yeah, shed a tear with me or whateva. But also, I am glad I feel soo much. I am glad I feel all that is wrong with the world and society. I’d rather feel it and go bat shit crazy about it than feel nothing. Than be numb. LMAO, can you see how I came to be an addict? I am always deep in feelings and feeling. I used to numb. Now I feel it through. And I trust Creator, the Universe that this too shall pass. And on the other side of those feelings will be deeper understanding and creative custom action. Other than being depressed, I got sick for a few days, migraine, cough, cold, sore throat, cramps… all at once. CRAZY. I went to sort ID stuff so I had to be in CBD and the polluted fumes set off the cough, cold and migraine. I’ve been spending time with Munene or at home in Karen with the fam and boyos. I am grateful for this slow period especially as I adjust to all what is. So I haven’t been doing much but being with people I Love. I went to Village Market for the first time since I was a kid, that was cool.  We ate at Cj’s which was amazing. So yeah, not much is happening in my day to day life but a lot is happening to me emotionally. Internally. God is Gøod. Ase. Ase. Ase.

[kcarteruniverse]

Heart ❤️ Explosions 12 ⚡️

Let’s bring heaven on Earth & rise to the next dimension. Let go of the shame & pain aiming to grow into your greatest version. Remember when you were a child & just happy to be alive; we didn’t need drugs, sex or alcohol to turn up & be happy. We didn’t understand racism & the differences that separates us today. Be proud to be weird & different. Shine your light & remember you have purpose! The most high has not forgotten you. Don’t allow yourself to be programmed remember we are not projects & the hood isn’t all we have for this land is ours & it’s time too act like it. The devil & the government principalities has no more power over us without us. We are the reason anything works. Take accountability & forgive yourself & others for we did not know the truth. Fight everyday for your peace & love. The joy of the Lord is your strength. See yourself through Gods eyes & not the misunderstanding of others. Heal & be free today by the glory fire of Iesus & Yeshua! No more compromising to be liked or get money. Choose ya side & seek the kingdom first & all will be added unto you. Your broken past & wrong doings will be a testament of the power of God wiping them away; answer the call. The future needs you be open to be used by love our highest vibration. Your time has not been wasted; we are here too learn & grow. Protect yourself; everything you need is within! Nothing outside of you will satisfy you more than your soul. You were created in the image of the creator so get to work! Be still & know God. Get in-tune with nature & know who you are young gods & goddesses. We are gonna make things righteous; do not fear death or oppression for they cannot destroy our spirits for there is honor awaiting for our elders & ancestors before us. And for anyone I’ve mislead or hurt on this journey I apologize: for I was lost battling dark forces & seen things you wouldn’t believe is real; turned down deals & my own traumas yet everything happens for a reason so you can find your true higher self. It’s ok to take baby steps the tortoise won the race. Nobody’s perfect & that’s why it should be easy for us to love one another. Remove yourself from situations that no longer serve your highest good. Self reflect today on what betterment you can do for the collective. We are the revolution! We are the love! You are beautiful and valuable; & don’t think otherwise. Ase.

#HisGoodnessLeadsUsToRepentence #ExplorePage #LoveAndLight #Peace #KCarterAmazing #DrSpacelysWonderfulWorld #MrGloryFireHitZ #Change #Transmutation #RestoreTheFamilyUnit #Art #ArtistToFollow

[duanee30-blog]

These Are The Essential Tools That Every DIY Mechanic Should Have

Having a basic set of tools for a DIY mechanic is essential. In this article I'll try to give the most comprehensive list I can think of at least for basic tools.

Even if you’re not a seasoned ASE certified mechanic and only do occasional work on your vehicle, there’s still plenty of tools that you should own. You’d be surprised at just how useful some tools are at things around the house and not just for working on a car. In this article I’m going to try to go through a comprehensive list of tools that every DIY mechanic should have. Now, I already know…

[dertaglichedan]

Game change? Rand Paul just made his 2024 announcement regarding Nikki Haley…

This morning, Dr. Rand Paul set the political scene ablaze, especially for Nikki Haley. With his “non-endorsement” for the 2024 primary and a pledge to oppose Haley, he’s fueling the #NeverNikki movement, and the internet can’t get enough!

While Dr. Paul has respect for several 2024 candidates, Nikki Haley isn’t one of them. Rather than endorsing a single candidate, Senator Paul chose to use his influence to spotlight what he sees as the horrific impact of Haley’s political career. Senator Rand Paul took to X and created a savage thread that called out Nikki for the warmongering globalist she is:

I’ve been watching the GOP Primary closely for a while now, and I like various aspects of several candidates – Republicans like President @realDonaldTrump, Governor @RonDeSantis, and @VivekGRamaswy. I’m interested in the ideas of some independents too, such as @RobertKennedyJ. As I look over the field, I don’t think I yet have a first choice, but I do know one thing: count me in as #NeverNikki! ased on her record and campaign, I don’t see how any thoughtful or informed libertarian or conservative should vote for @NikkiHaley. If you agree, let your voice be heard. Go to nevernikki.net today so we can let her and everyone else know she doesn’t have your support. If you’re unsure, keep reading and following. https://nevernikki.net/ .@NikkiHaley supports Biden and McConnell and the forever-war crowd on funding for the war in Ukraine. Her thirst for war is so strong she actually said: “I’m sick of talking about a Department of Defense. I want a Department of Offense.” #NeverNikki She even personally received millions of dollars from the arms merchants who benefit from the war, a conflict of interest that undergirds her eagerness for foreign military intervention. This position isn’t new either – as governor of South Carolina she gave tax dollars to those same arms merchants, and they showered her with campaign contributions and a seat on their board when she left office. https://nevernikki.net/ While most others were decrying the mistakes of the past 20 years, and fighting for an America First foreign policy, @NikkiHaley was aligning herself with and declaring her foreign policy allies to be John McCain and Lindsey Graham. .@NikkiHaley believes in nearly unlimited foreign aid — we have sent over $100 BILLION we don’t have to Ukraine already and she wants more. But this also isn’t new. In her book With All Due Respect, she wrote “Humanitarian Assistance will always be a priority for the United States, we will always be generous.” But @NikkiHaley’s “generosity” with your tax dollars and her support for all foreign aid in the context of a $34 TRILLION dollar debt is in no way libertarian or conservative. https://nevernikki.net/ Beyond the issues of endless wars, @NikkiHaley’s lack of respect for freedom of speech is shocking to anyone who believes in the constitution. .@NikkiHaley believes that all internet posters should be registered and verified. This flies in the face of a free American Republic whose founders wrote anonymously the Federalist Papers and routinely posted newspaper articles and pamphlets under Pseudonyms. Anyone who doesn’t fully believe in free speech or who wants endless wars has no business anywhere near the White House. Go to https://nevernikki.net/ to show you agree! But wait, there’s more. @NikkiHaley routinely praised the mission of the United Nations, the results they achieved, and the people who ran it. First up, her quote “I believe the U.N. does valuable work.” By that she means your tax dollars since the US is the primary funder of UN. She repeatedly praised the U.N. Secretary General (former president of Socialist International) and declared that they “think alike.” Did I mention that I am #NeverNikki? ➡️