#a little humor

[ikemenomegas]

Bloody Monday, Blue Diamond

new underrated polycule, Villain!nanami, you, and getou.

Nanami succumbs to the utterly understandable despair of late-stage capitalism and decides he's tired of working with the people who create it by scamming those on the cusp of retirement to create their own wealth. He snaps etc etc, blood, guts, pollock spatters all around.

He's fully expecting to get caught and initially thinks he doesn't have the arrogance to avoid capture. He did it. He'll have the courtesy to look his old classmates in the eye (...maybe not Ijichi) when whomever comes for him.

Except Suguru gets there first.

The flashbang of Nanami's energy didn't originally read like teenaged Saturday night rave Nanami and plenty of techniques involve novel ways to cleave things, so Suguru thought this was some newly realized sorcerer, thought maybe he could provide some guidance.

At first, Nanami isn't sure whether to simply stay seated on his old boss's favorite leather chair, sprawled perhaps a bit more than was polite, or bare his teeth. He's sure it would make a horrifying visage, covered in gore as he was. Or perhaps he should simply curse Getou out, for old-time's sake.

But Suguru smiles, welcoming and nearly ecstatic. Immediately, Nanami pings that something is more wrong with Suguru than expected, but, well... he looks around at the three bodies separated at the shoulders or shins.

The clarity is beginning to die away with the adrenaline high by the time you peak around the door, clearly looking for Suguru, but brightening almost comically when you catch sight of Nanami, different than he was as your kohai more than five years ago.

"Hells, this place made you old," you scoff, a very open mixture of disgust and pity and curiosity and a totally unfamiliar hunger aimed right at him.

Suguru raised an eyebrow. "That's not very polite."

You gave him an utterly irreverent look back. "Yes, I know."

Nanami found himself torn, whether to laugh. Or perhaps to scream. Both jockeyed as equally viable options given this was increasingly becoming some kind of fever dream.

Suguru held his hand out to help you step, nose wrinkled, over a pool of blood that revealed the lazy lean of the room. Nanami found himself glaring distastefully at one of the managers piled across the cheap carpeting. It seemed representative of the current situation that the people who were supposed to call in repairs now didn't need to worry about being four years late.

He'd half tuned out what you and Suguru were saying to one another, but he was practiced at half-ignoring conversations that did not interest him while still tracking their tragectory.

"I've no interest in coming with you," he said blandly, looking around for something to clean his blade on. It had been with him for a very long time, and he would like it at least to be taken care of.

"Oh please, we're not kidnappers," you replied archly. To which Nanami simply glanced at you in the kind of way that implied he hadn't been considering you bodily dragging him out of this horror show, but now he knew it had been one of the first options you had.

Suguru laughed in a helpless, familiar sort of way that also made Nanami think this was some sort of joke.

"We can't force you-"

That was clearly a lie.

"- but it would be in your best interest not to be here in about... ten more minutes."

Without much of apparent interest at the scene of Nanami's deciding crime, Suguru was clearly attempting to wrap this up.

"I'll stay," Nanami said evenly, his conviction as sturdy and inevitable as when he had first stepped into the office with a weapon in his hands. This was not an event meant to be ignored. Over thirty people slaughtered at a fairly reputable finance firm wasn't something that was going to go over well with the press, Nanami thought grimly. Satisfied.

He felt briefly remorseful for the people he knew in passing who would find themselves tainted in a way by knowing him.

It took him a few moments to realize how far silence had extended around him, between you and he, and how there was a crawling feeling going over his skin. He glanced out the window, but it was as bright and sunny a day as when he had come inside. There was no evidence of the kind of monsoon thunderheads that might pile on the horizon.

There were a quartet of over-large, prickly centipedes and the same of stringy earthworms wrapped around his arms and legs. Even with far worse around him, he found himself slightly put off by the conflicting textures.

"Sorry, Nanami," you were saying, tiptoeing over dotted mirrors of drying black blood to get right in front of him with a determined set to your mouth that still communicated the hell you are, and that you were a bit grossed out as you leaned in to touch him.

"What-" was all he got out before light, sound, and then consciousness cut completely out.

He awoke quite gently laid out on a refuse pile. Or...

Yes, there was something soft in the bag on his left. Opening it despite his better judgement revealed some plain clothes, a bit broader in the shoulder and waist than his own size, but serviceable. And it appeared his exposed skin had largely been cleansed of the rusty freckling he'd worn in the office.

He could still see it, the towering building, 35th floor. He didn't much care to count but high-rises stacked much like the tiny boxes of a spreadsheet, so he felt he made a fairly accurate guess.

The third grade curse had been hiding behind the bag, revealed as he lifted himself from the literal garbage pile and began divesting himself of his sullied suit, as comfortable as if he were in the apartment he'd likely never be able to go back to.

Briefly, he mourned the loss of his books and his plants and his other, nicer, better fitting clothing, all while keeping an eye on the curse.

Which looked rather sullen, if a curse could look sullen, as it watched him too.

When he was dressed, still in his dress shoes as the ones in the bag were a touch too large, the curse gave a dull, breathy sigh and drifted to one end of the alley.

He was clearly meant to follow.

So, he did. It directed him to a boring but tidy hotel where the curse concealed him from the front desk with some minor technique, spiriting him away to the 14th floor before giving a relieved sigh, or perhaps a mournful one as it was rid of him, and drifting through a wall of the room he'd been led to.

There was a black burner phone on the table beneath the television and another, smaller, bag on the chair. He stared at both and then went to kick off his dress shoes, strip off his socks, and fall back against the mattress, as comfortable as most hotel mattresses usually were.

A quick sniff at the collar of his borrowed t-shirt revealed an unfamiliar detergent, and it clicked into place that these must be Suguru's clothes somehow, although he hadn't thought you knocked him out for that long.

He turned his head this way and that and thought he should probably shower. It was a bit gross, his hair sticky with gel and sweat. At least there were two beds in the room. He could lie on the other later too.

He smiled briefly. Hysterical. What luxury.

What horrible, awful people you'd both remained.

He thought that after his shower, he should probably call you, for surely that number was in the new phone on the table under the television. He could give Suguru his shoes back.

And, it came to him with a grim sort of irritation, it wasn't as though he'd planned anywhere else to go.

[aokuro-san]

I can't-

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1106: The Sisters Meet Flint (Persona 5 x Mother 3)

1:58 p.m. at the Tazmily Village........

Ann: (Looks at Herself in a Mini Mirror Shiho is Holding In Front of her) Hmmmm.......Eyelashes on point.....Lips are chapped and perky.....Not too much blush on both cheeks.......But the hair.......(Looks Up at Shiho and Lucas) Hey, do you guys think I should keep my hair down or go for usual pigtails look?

Shiho: Either one is fine, but having your hair down for a day or two wouldn't hurt anyone honestly.

Ann: True. But I always give out good impression when it comes to my pigtails. (Crosses her Arms in Uncertainty) Then again, something tells me your dad won't like it that much.

Lucas: (Gives Ann a Reassuring Smile) You look great, Ann. (Turns to Shiho) You too, Shiho. I really like that dress of yours.

Ann: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Yeah, it looks drop dead gorgeous on you, Shiho-Kins!~

Shiho: (Giggles Softly While Blushing) Why, thank you~ (Looks Down at the Violet Casual Dress and White Sweater She's Wearing) I just picked something that I thought would more presentable for our day together here. ('Sigh') That beong said, I forgot how nerve-wracking making good impression really is......

Ann: Tell me about it. I've never been this nervous since telling your parents that we're dating.

Shiho: Ann, they've known you for years now.

Ann: Yeah, as your quirky, fashion diva friend. Kinda doubt they'd ever imagined me being cahoots with their precious baby girl.

Shiho: (Facepalms Herself) I really gotta stop them from calling me that....(Smiles Softly While Hugging her Girlfriend) But there's nothing to worry about now that we got their approval, right?

Ann: Yeah, I guess so..... (Puts on a Teasing Smirk on her Face) Baby girl!~

Shiho: (Groans in Annoyance Before Glaring at Ann) Ohhhh my God, seriously!? We're doing this right now?

Ann: (Puts on a Bright, Shit Eating Grin) Yep!~ I think it's high time we retire your long running nickname in place of that once, don'tcha think, baby girl?~

Shiho: I prefer my old, run-down nickname a whole lot more thanks! (Turns to Lucas) You like "Shiho-Kins" too, right Lucas?

Lucas: I do. (Smiles Sheepishly) But I would be lying if I say I didn't think your new nickname suit you a....tad bit more.

Shiho: ('Gasps') Lucas!

Ann: Then it's settled. For now on, you'll be known as my Sweet, Baby Girl~ (Starts Kissing Shiho on the Cheek)

Shiho: (Trying Her Hardest to Maintain a Straight FacevWith Very Little Pervail) N-No!~ I don't agree to this! I overrule this dumb moment! And your kisses won't change my mind!~

Ann: Then why are giggling then?~ (Continues Kissing Shiho)

Shiho: Cause you're a cheat, that why!!~

Lucas: (Giggles Softly at his Big Sisters)

?????: I see you ladies are having a good time among yourselves.

Lucas turns around to see his father, Flint, tips his hat to the Trio with a small smile on his face

Flint: Here's hoping you enjoy the stay in our home too.

Lucas: Dad! You're here!~ (Happily Runs Over to Hug his Father)

Ann/Shiho: (Eyes Begins to Widened) Dad!?

Flint: (Hugs Lucas Back) It's good see you again, son. How's the new life been treating you as of late?

Lucas: It's been treating great so far. I still miss you though.

Flint: I miss you too. It means a lot that you came here visiting your stubborn old man.

Lucas: (Starts Pouting) Dadddd, you're not stubborn. At least, not as much as you used to.

Flint: True. (Snickers a Bit) But you'd be surprised of all the dumb decisions I made in my youth. But that's neither here nor there for now. (Turns to Girls) I take it you two are the big sisters Lucas here has been telling me so much about?

Ann: (Quickly Lets Go of Shiho) Y-Yes! (Clears Her Throat Before Smiling Brightly (And Slightly Awkwardly)) My name is Ann Takamaki. And this here is my Baby Gir- I-I mean! Shiho-Kins- Uh! SHIHO! J-Just Shiho.

Shiho: ('Sigh') My full name is Shiho Suzui. (Bows to Flint) And it's nice to finally meet you in person, sir.

Flint: (Chuckles Lightly) Likewise. The name's Flint. I farm sheep for a living, but when duty call, I help sheriff amd the rest of town folks look after the village and help keep it safe from any threat that goes by here.

Ann: Cool. (Does a Fashion Pose) Don't know if Lucas ever told you this, but I just so happened to be a young, lovely, up and coming fashioniva model~ In training, of course. (Smiles Sheepishly While Sticking her Tongue in a Bit of a Goofy Fashion)

Shiho: And I'm a personal trainer in a nearby gym at our home town, Shiyuba. It can be a pain in the neck sometimes, but I'm enjoying the experience so far.

Flint: Good, good. It's important to keep your interest in your profession alive 'lest you let someone or something get in the way if that.

Shiho: (Smiles Brightly) Exactly.

Lucas: So how's everything been treating you as of late?

Flint: As well as I hoped it would be fortunately. 'Just came back from visiting your mother and brother for the day.

Lucas: (Quickly Begins to Frown) Oh......Are you okay?

Flint: (Simply Nodded) I am. 'Shed a tear or two, but I'm already over it.

Lucas: If you say so.

Ann: (Frowns Sadly) I know it's very late to say this, but we are am so sorry for your loss, Mr. Flint.

Shiho: (Bows Somberly to Flint Along with Ann) You and Lucas have both our condolences....

Duster: (Happily Nodded) Much appreciated, girls. It's a tragedy not having them around in the land of the living anymore, but I'm happy and in peace with fact that they're both in a much better place now. And I'm also happy to know that my son here have folks like you two, doing your damndest to look after him on the other side. (Tips his Hat Off to the Young Couple) You have my many thanks.

Shiho: (Smiles Softly) Think nothing of it, sir. We're just happy to have our Little Sunflower in each of our lives.

Ann: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Yeah. We may not be blood-related, but he means the entire world to all of us. We'd do anything for him.

Lucas: (Runs Up and Hugs Both his Sister Figures) I'd do anything for you guys too!~ I know I may not be the strongest or the most smart or anything, but you two and everyone else in our lives mean so much more to me than any else in the world. You guys are my family. (Tears Starts Falling Down on his Face ('Sniff') And I love you all so much......

Ann: (Covers her Mouth Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) Oh Lucas......(Tears Starts Falling Down her Face as Well) Baby, we love yu too.....

Lucas: (Giggles a Bit Wetly) Oh no~ I made you ruin your make-up.

Ann: (Giggles as Well) It's fiiiine. ('Sniff') (Uses her Arm to Wipe the Tears Away) I'll fix it right back in a little bit, just....('Sniff') Come over here and hug me already!~ (Picks Lucas Up Before Hugging Him Lovingly in More Tears) My sweet, precious Little Sunflower you!~

Lucas: Big Sis Annnnn!~ (Hugs Ann Back as He Burst Out in Tears)

Sae: (Sighs as She Watches the Emotional Duo Hugging One Another) Honestly, you two, how are you gonna break down and hug each other in middle of public......(Eyes Begins to Water as Well) ('Sniff') And have the audacity to not Invite meeeeee!?~

Shiho rushes over to joins in on the emotional hugfest as Flint watches it all play out in a semi mid distance as he takes his hat off with a small, sincere smile creeping up on his face.

Flint: Hima, Claus, you two don't have to keep worrying anymore. Our boy here has grown. (A Single Tear Falls Down on his Face) And we have these kind folks thank for that.

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@albion-93

@theweebmaster31

[goforth-ladymidnight]

I'm trying to make a moodboard for The Attor for @sjmvillainweek (very belatedly, I know), and thought I would include some words or word art in there to ✨spice it up✨.

I first came across this phrase in the book "Treasure at the Heart of the Tanglewood" by Meredith Ann Pierce:

"a smoky attar as of sorcery"

Beautiful, right? It's so evocative. Now, I'm not saying SJM ever read this book (it came out in 2001), but if she did, it might be where she got her inspiration for THE ATTOR. However. If she misunderstood the definition like *I* misunderstood the definition, then... well... See for yourself.

ATTAR Noun: An essential oil extracted from flowers

The characters in the ACOTAR universe are calling this creature THE SMELL. 😂

I mean, they're not wrong, but still.

It kind of puts a damper on all the creepy gargoyle imagery I've been imagining. 😅

[lizardho]

When I came out, I was SO scared I was gonna get disowned. I wrote a letter to my parents, sent it to their emails, put a physical copy on the counter, and left the house for a few hours to give them time. In that time I tried coffee for the first time, which was a dreadful idea, and got all jittery. I kept waiting for a text or something but nothing happened.

After a few hours, I didn’t hear back from them so I went home. My parents were home and had stacked a bunch of groceries on top of the letter without opening it. They said “hi” and I said “hi” and went down stairs to the basement. I held my dog and panicked about what to do. My sister, who knew that I had written them a letter of great importance, told me they hadn’t read it yet. She also told me she could ask them to do so. I consented to this and stayed in the basement. A few minutes later my dad knocked on the door and poked his soft smooth little nerd head in and said “hey buddy” and I started crying so hard I almost vomited. He came over and gave me a BIG hug and said that it was gonna be OK, he was OK with this, he knew it must have been hard but he was here for me. He told me he and my mom had already talked years before they had me about how if they had to pick between their faith and their child they’d pick their child. It was a very sweet moment. I came out to my mom later that evening and we were both bawling the whole time.

The day after I came out to my parents, I came out to my brother @inbabylontheywept at a Mexican restaurant and he took it like a champ. That evening my mom took me for a walk and looked almost angry - she said she wanted to make sure that I didn’t use being a woman as an excuse to not go to grad school. I told her I wouldn’t and she instantly looked relieved and happier.

My dad, on the other hand, seemed to struggle with it. He kept asking me if I had a boyfriend, and I told him I did not. He kept asking me if I wanted to go clothes shopping with him and I did not. He kept asking me if I would let him go to some of my shows, and I had NO idea what he was talking about.

Finally, 6 months after coming out, of awkward misgendering and questions that didn’t make sense from my dad, he excitedly pokes his soft smooth little nerd head into my bedroom again and says “I found a movie about Your People.” My people. I was absolutely bewildered, but he was so excited and I knew he had been trying SO hard so I watched it with him. It was The Birdcage, and it was amazing. It also was revelatory in that I finally realized why my initially-supportive father seemed to be having such a hard time with my pronouns and stuff - he didn’t know what the difference between trans and doing drag was. After the movie he again asked if I would invite him to one of my shows, and I said, “Hey dad, you know how about half the world is women?” And he said “yeah,” and I said “Well, see, I’m on that half now. I’m not doing drag.” And it was like a switch flipped in his brain. He was like “omg that’s so easy? I was so confused about what to call you when?”

Anyway, my parents are charming and my family has been so kind and patient with me, I like sharing the stories of my little wins with them.

[waxworm]

^ what a bluegill might say moments before biting onto my baited hook

[candicornart]

MLP infection au but they just turn into real horses lmao

Panel 2: It's spreading so fast!

Panel 3: Applebloom!

Panel 4: No...

Panel 5: Noooo!

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[mourningcape]

[warandpeas]

The True Story: Red Riding Hood

[umblrspectrum]

3 years of this godforsaken show

[spacerockband]

Legend tells of the carp that leapt over the Dragon Gate at the crest of a river and became a stand up comedian.

[aokuro-san]

Uruwashi no yoi no tsuki chapter 24 review and... Why does everyone mess with Yoi?

I'm glad I waited for more translations of chapter 24 to get a more accurate look at everything. And I have to say that it makes me a little angry that people mess with Yoi so much for things that Ichimura also does (not all of them, luckily, but there are many fans. Machismo? Where? Haha). I mean, both he and she have screwed up because this isn't a relationship (not yet, anyway). To begin with, it was Ichimura himself who complained to Yoi first for not having told him about Oji (who has done him wrong and she sincerely apologizes for it) and then for SPENDING FREE TIME WITH PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT HIM (But what do you say, darling? How self-centered is this guy...). However, the bad guy is Yoi for reproaching her, in turn, for something similar (that she went to the restaurant with a girl she didn't know, who wasn't going to introduce her to her as many say, read the previous chapter well!) and then getting angry because she She has been branded as an easy girl because of her insecurities (or at least as I have understood it).

As I said, they are both doing it wrong because they are not clear about it, nor do they clarify many things that (at least, I think so) are important to have a good relationship (they are teenagers and Yoi is new to relationships, so it is normal too). . But it is that, in addition, he adds the fact that they are exaggeratedly different

(I've never believed that opposites attract. It's nice to have differences to complement each other, but it's also important to have similarities! Or so I see, what do you think?)

and that there is a lot of sexual tension involved and BUUUUUUUUUM!

Let's get to the good stuff though, I have things to say about that too! The FRIENDSHIP in this chapter is beyond brilliant. In general, I really like the friends that Yamamori creates and here, although it may not seem like it at first, they do not fall short. As soon as she appears, Yoi's friends notice that something is wrong with her and immediately become concerned for her well-being without forcing her to tell them what's going on. And on the other hand there are Kuwabatake and Sentaro, Ichimura's friends, who unfortunately fulfill all the whims of their lord king, but thanks to that we can admire Kuwa's beautiful faces of boredom (not everything can be, haha).

Not even his friends can stand it anymore, haha.

Oh! But I also wanted to put some emphasis on the girls who give Yoi things as gifts, because I think they are the most polite and likeable ones to date.

Anyway, despite everything I complain about, as you can see I'm still here, haha, I'm still reading, because, on the one hand, I like to see how Yamamori has improved over time. I feel that there is not as much padding as there could be in his previous works (Daytime Shooting Star and even in my beloved, Tsubaki-chou lonely planet, which is still my favorite) and that he follows a clearer and more drawn line in this story. And in turn, the drawing, the characters (that are not possible love interests, haha) and the protagonist (my ward, at this point, haha) I love them. But I also need to vent about the little future I see for such a relationship, and my hope that Kuwabatake is the ultimate love interest, okay? xd

See you in the next chapter (if I have something to say)^^.

[flamcitwo-png]

[moog-enthusiast]

i lost my tablet pen and drew this on ms paint with my mouse my wrist is in agony holy fuck

[altyem]

Johnny's had enough 😥

Las Almas and other missions with Ghost's shitty jokes made John regret his life choices

COD Post cuz I felt like it :3