#all the “bad guys” die except for the less dangerous ones

[dahvampire]

But hey, heroes won! Society is safe from the big bad villains that society itself created! And as far as I know one of the not-so-popular-as-other het ship is canon! So it's good, right?

So basically:

Deku doesn't save Tomura

Ochako doesn't save Toga

Shoto doesn't save Touya

[wendichester]

Cute Dean request with a bit of smug Dean

Based on the truth episode loosely, the whole time on the mission Dean’s been trying to get you to admit you’d “hit that” with him in his cocky smug flirtation, so when Dean realises he’s cursed with people telling him the truth, he decides to prove to you both that you want to sleep with him except he gets more than he bargains for when you actually admit feelings and your view on him (the whole “you think so little of yourself but you’re a good guy” spiel) that hits him to his core

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ loose lips,

summary. being cursed isn't always bad, right?

pairing. dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 687.

notes. i just love writing dean throw off guard. suits the hell out of him 😮‍💨

Dean has been insufferable the entire case.

“You’d totally hit this,” he says, leaning against the Impala with that cocky smirk that you both love and loathe.

You roll your eyes for what feels like the hundredth time. “In your dreams, Winchester.”

“Oh, come on,” he teases, striding closer. “You’re not fooling anyone, sweetheart. Just admit it. You think I’m irresistible.”

“Dean, you’re irresistible to waitresses, maybe,” you shoot back, grinning when his smirk falters for half a second.

He’s been relentless since the case started—a strange series of deaths linked to a cursed item that forces people to tell the truth. Dean, being Dean, has been using the situation to dig at everyone’s secrets. But then, you got hit with the curse, and everything that falls from your pretty lips is nothing more, nothing less than the brutal truth.

Back at the motel, the conversation spirals once again. Dean perches himself on the edge of the table, legs spread in that way that commands attention.

“So,” he says, voice dropping into a teasing lilt, “guess now’s your chance to prove yourself.”

You sigh, shooting him a sharp look. “Prove myself about what, exactly?”

“You’re cursed,” he points out, blatantly smug. As you glare at him, he takes it as his cue to continue. “That you’re not dying to jump me,” he says, his grin widening. “Because I’ve got to tell you, sweetheart, all signs point to yes.”

This conversation is about to get a whole lot more dangerous. “Fine, Dean. You want the truth?”

“Let’s test it,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Do you think I’m hot?”

You hesitate, your face heating.

“Yes,” you blurt, immediately slapping a hand over your mouth.

Dean’s grin stretches even wider. “Knew it!”

You groan, turning away from him. “This is so unfair.”

“Unfair?” he teases, stepping closer. “Come on, sweetheart, just admit it. You’ve thought about it. Us. Together.”

You clench your jaw, trying to resist, but the words spill out anyway. “Yes, okay? I’ve thought about it.” You cross the room, arms crossed, standing close enough to wipe the smug look off his face. “But not for the reasons you think.”

That gets his attention. The playful glint in his eyes dims, and his smirk falters. “What do you mean?”

“You think it’s just about your stupid good looks or your dumb one-liners?” You take a steadying breath. “Dean, you’re one of the best men I’ve ever known. You’d die for the people you care about. You’re brave, loyal, and selfless, even when you don’t think you’re worth a damn. You think I haven’t noticed?”

Dean blinks, his jaw tightening as he processes your words. The room feels heavy with the weight of your confession.

“And the worst part,” you continue, “is you don’t see it. You don’t even believe you deserve to be loved.”

For a moment, Dean looks completely unguarded, the mask he wears every day slipping just enough for you to see the vulnerability beneath. “You really see me like that?” he asks, his voice quiet, almost unsure.

“I do,” you say simply, the truth settling between you like some sort of fragile truce.

He lets out a soft, humorless chuckle, running a hand over his face. “Well, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Yeah, well,” you say, offering a small smile, “maybe you should stop fishing for answers if you’re not ready to hear them.”

Dean stands up, stepping closer, his green eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. “Maybe I needed to hear it,” he murmurs.

You don’t move as he reaches up, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His touch is surprisingly soft, and when he speaks again, his voice is steady. “You deserve the truth too, you know. You mean more to me than I’ve ever let on.”

Your chest tightens as the honesty in his words hits you. It isn’t cocky, isn’t flirtatious—it’s just Dean, stripped of his usual bravado.

The curse might force the truth out of you, but for once, it doesn’t feel like a burden—it feels like freedom.

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[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism Guys: I'm disappointed in you

G/N. (Jakey, Sammy, Goo, Gun, Vin, Ryuhei, DG, Johan, Vasco). Masterlists

You're not pissed off. You're much worse, disappointed.

Hands on your hips, finger dangerously close to wagging and lecturing them.

His intimidating presence does nothing to deter how you feel-

Jake's face drops and his eyes fall to the ground.

Whether he thinks he did anything wrong is one thing, but disappointing you is more than enough for him to feel bad.

He bows, bending at the waist a full 90 degrees and then some, and asks for your forgiveness. Face sincere and of utmost seriousness no matter how petty the crime.

Samuel scoffs and leaves. He doesn't need this.

But he tosses and turns that night, daddy and mommy issues playing up. The need for approval and validation from someone he respects gnaws at him, and he doesn't sleep a wink.

The next day he returns to you, bags under his eyes, pretending to be unaffected by your previous disagreement yet trying to get back into your good graces with expensive gifts.

"Disappointed?" Goo echoes, blinking owlishly, as if he couldn't fathom that he could be disappointing to anyone.

He whines and pouts, and is close to throwing a tantrum. Obviously your words having an effect on him.

In the end he does mutter an apology though you doubt the sincerity, especially if the look in his eyes are anything to go by.

Gun ignores you though you see the defiant twitch in his jaw from your words.

He doesn't care, why should he.

Except you catch him staring at you the rest of the day or week or until whenever your ire ebbs away. There's a strange awkwardness to his being, like he doesn't know how he should act around you.

The apology doesn't come if he thinks it's undeserved and unneeded, but he also doesn't want to see that look in your eyes again.

Vin scoffs, pretends he doesn't care. Calls you a nag, a wet blanket, all sorts of frustrating names.

Yet the guilt eats away at him. Your eyes, the playful expression you usually wear is now just replaced with disappointment.

He tries to involve Mary to worm his way back into your good books, she tells him to piss off and eventually he comes to you, tail between his legs and a poorly formed apology (likely as a rap).

Ryuhei's eyes are suspiciously wet. You think he's sniffling, the tip of his nose turned pink and he's trying to keep a brave face but god, he feels like a complete failure.

He drops to his knees and immediately offers to commit seppuku. When you roll your eyes and tell him to stop being ridiculous, he says he will do anything to make this right. That he would rather die than ever disappoint you again.

DG, usually ruled by logic but too often bratty and arrogant, considers whether this is a hill worth dying on. It's not.

Considers whether it warrants an apology, and it does. But does he deliver? Not always. Lets you simmer until he presents you with a grand gesture and a winning K-Pop smile he reserves for award shows.

His charm works on you less than he'd like, but more than you'd prefer.

Johan looks as if he's been slapped, before turning on his heels and leaving.

It takes him a surprisingly short amount of time to come back, feeling contrite. He doesn't say sorry but the unspoken apology runs round and round his mind.

Instead he drifts to your side constantly like a shadow, trying to catch your eye, seek out some of your warmth and hoping for your forgiveness.

Regardless of what it is you're disappointed with, Vasco Tabasco thinks you are the best. A literal angel descended to Earth that has graced his life.

So if you're disappointed then whatever he is doing must be wrong and is worth apologising for.

He does just that. Offers to make up for it however you see fit. Completely heartfelt even if he doesn't know entirely why.

[stardewvalleybut-i-draw]

Can u give me ur full thoughts on Alex? I feel like a lot of the shit he gets is unjustified. Yeah he says some sus things to the farmer (no matter what gender you are!) but that's only because he's horribly mislead. The man just doesn't know any better. I mean think about it. Abused and neglected, lacking good male role models, and he's got no friends in town except for maybe Haley and you know how she is. If she was told "you're probably not into sports" she'd say "ew no" because sports would get her all dirty.

I always saw him as just a loner-type guy who doesn't know how to talk to people. Spent too much time trying to develop his cringe ass macho man persona that he forgot to develop social skills. I don't think that makes him a bad person though. I could honestly talk for hours about how toxic masculinity is a monster that preys on young boys and eats them alive if they're not careful. But even with societal pressure being so intense, growth is possible. Alex is still a massive sweetie in my eyes. A big dumb doofus who loves his granny and wants to lift heavy things just to impress you.

I would love your thoughts though!!

#1 Alex fan anon ⚡️

Yeah. That's basically more or less my thoughts😅

It honestly depends on what you experience that can greatly color Alex's character

This might be one of my more controversial takes

(right next to being a Clint apologist💀)

but stick with me here-

If you grow up in a similar environment to most guys, you can understand why Alex is the way they are. It's not exactly easy to be soft or mindful when you have a harsh environment around you. Many guys end up coping with repressed thoughts and feelings in unique ways to soothe themselves. I think Alex's was sports. (Idk just a hunch) but it often leads to a lot of blind spots or misunderstandings of the world.

I've seen a lot of people like Alex and I've had a couple of friends in high school like that too! And I can tell you... yeah... it comes from SOMEWHERE, A lot of them ain't doing so great mentally.

Heck, I do that! Whenever I get uncomfortable with a situation or feelings I don't like, I make jokes to ease my brain. Releses a little serotonin ya know what I mean?

Not all coping mechanisms are bad tho, we kinda have our own form of bond and support that from the outside looks cold and uninviting but I promise you, we would die for our brothers. (plus the cold uninviting part is just a front)

"I know the homie told us to KYS over Roblox but he bought the group Freebirds during the gym session so it's all good!"/j

I can't say much from the other perspective but I would assume they would see Alex as a HUGE BIG RED flag and someone potentially dangerous or someone who brings back bad memories which is why he is dunked on so much. Even if they don't mean it, they have a higher chance of hurting people.

I don't think Alex is THAT type of character at all, I think he has good intentions but as you said "no social skills". I can see why others would interpret that way though.

It's funny that you mention how Alex doesn't have many female role models cuz... you have

Haley- Lazy and super not into dirt.

His mom- got sick and DIED.

Granny Evelyn- frail weak old woman who makes cookies and tends to flowers.

Those are not exactly SUPER GREAT examples of women who like sports.

Personally, I get why people say that playing a male farmer is better for Alex's story arc along with confronting George about the whole being gay thing but I think the female farmer has elements that I don't think are acknowledged much.

From my perspective anyway, I think a Fem farmer shows Alex a better example of women and what they can do VS grandma, dead mom, and Haley... along with learning boundaries and how better cope with repressed feelings and MAYBE-

-even address the fear of the farmer DYING of a sickness just like his mom or the intrusive thoughts of believing he'll end up like his father making him overprotective and paranoid about the farmers well being...

but you can ignore that...

Idk man, that's just the way I view it. You either like Alex or you don't :/

I ain't saying anyone's wrong to feel the way they do

[tanoraqui]

the great thing about a Malevolent post-canon where Faroe is alive again is that there is no way Arthur “Mansplain Manipulate Murder” Lester is going to tell her that he let her die by parental criminal negligence. As far as Faroe, age 3, knows, she got very sick and they moved so she’d get better, which is why everyone and everyplace is different now (moved) and she doesn’t remember it changing (was sick). Her nearly nightly horrendous nightmares [being dead is not pleasant] are also from being sick.

By the time Faroe is 9 or so, she’s guessed that she probably wasn’t normal sick. Maybe she wasn’t “sick” at all—maybe she was kidnapped! Her dad catches bad guys who kidnap people, sometimes. Most importantly, it almost certainly had to do with Secret Horrible Monsters, like John except of course John isn’t a monster, he’s a person who happens to not have a body. Faroe’s pretty smart; she knows without being told that it’s all tangled together: her sickness and her nightmares (which definitely still happen, though less often—the human brain is amazingly adaptable) and them leaving Arkham and John joining her dad in their body and detective agency.

(For the nightmares: Faroe spends most nights sleeping in the same bed as her dad, either curled up tight against his side or literally on top of him. This way, if she’s half-asleep and terrified, she feels his warmth and his arms around her and knows that she’s here and not anywhere Else—and Arthur can fall asleep knowing that she’s here, breathing and warm. And if she wakes up all the way, he can murmur poetry or sing lullabies until she falls asleep again, grounding and comforting…or John can, even while Arthur is asleep, because Faroe came back just a little hit wrong can hear him just like she can hear a normal human. Faroe and John are swiftly in a cahoots to let Arthur sleep when they can, so he’s somewhat well-rested and doesn’t worry quite so much about Faroe.)

Of course, at some point in her tweens, Faroe’s life get endangered, probably because she tries to jump into one of Arthur’s PI cases and that’s just…not a safe place for anyone…and they have a fight that culminates in Arthur shouting something like, “Because I can’t lose you again, Faroe! I let you die once, and I can’t—”

But Faroe has already concluded that her “sickness” was because of Mysterious and Terrible Eldritch Things, and she knows—firsthand, right now!—that those are potentially lethally dangerous. So she immediately leaps to “Dad failed to save my life from Terrible Monsters in the course of his & John’s first adventure; maybe that’s what started it.” And Arthur…does not correct her. Because that’s an infinitely more heroic sequence of events, and he’s a coward. John also doesn’t correct her, because he’s long-since agreed to let Arthur handle this question on his own.

The King in Yellow himself eventually tells her, when she’s 18 or so and already fighting with her father for, well, mostly reasons of being an 18-year-old woman in the 1950s. As previously mentioned, this goes badly for literally everyone involved, though for a while in the middle the King is having a great time.

[thecoolerliauditore]

Can i propose a wild thought to you that I'm rattling off as I just thought of it

Have you considered the lizzie-scott parallels/contrasts?

One of my favourite things about Lizzie is her perpetual "i meant to do that!" attitude she approaches everything with. She thinks herself the leader of sorts and the only compitent bamboozler but my girl is just as big of a loser and klutz, she's just gotten slightly luckier so far. Its why I love her and Jimmy, they both think they're the responsible one when really they play hot potato with the braincell except neither noticed the braincell was replaced with an actual hot potato. She's better at certain things (remembering things and deduction in particular) but none of those things are surviving and its completely negated by her curiosity.

But anyways my point is that like Scott she tries to pretend she's competent and the smart one who is babysitting her teammates, keeping them under control, when she isn't any of those things and actually she cares a lot and is internally screaming all the time.

She's just capable of dropping the mask to be vulnerable. Or, yknow, aware it is in fact a mask in the first place. At the end of the day Lizzie can open up and apologize when she does something silly or says something a bit too mean. She'll just find something new to puff up her chest about.

She's also a sweat, she's just really bad at it.

(Sorry I could probably compare seablings vs fh more to emphasise my point but im trying really hard to keep to the point of this ask without going on tangents and I don't trust myself to not spend 3 hours writing about seablings and forgetting the whole point if I do (also you could also probably compare joel/lizzie to your scott/pearl stuff but 1) i think that probably works better comparing joel and scott more than lizzie and scott and 2) i think comparing their relationship with the same person even if its a different type of relationship might be more revealing and 3) i'm bias))

I ACTUALLY HAVE PONDERED SCOTT AND LIZZIE BEFORE. Not to any level that I feel is worth its own post or anything but they definitely do have a handful of common points that have sent me spiraling in the past (<- guy who really, really likes death games in general and totally didn't try to map out a full hunger games AU at one point. and put scott and lizzie in district 1 together because it just makes sense and has horrifying implications for both of them).

Anyway this is all very true, I hadn't even considered it in the context of their relationships with Jimmy but it makes a lot of sense with the whole. Awhhh I have to Keep Him Alive oop there he goes I guess he'll be die next session 🙄🙄 sort of energy they both try to embody. And how it's kind of performative for both of them, but I think I'll have to let the season play out a bit more before I form any sort of opinion on Lizzie's treatment of Jimmy. (I'm forever sad that Lizzie missed out on three seasons I feel like she might've been a smajor level blorbo to me if she was just there more)

This is a little on the meta side but from what I understand Scott pretty much started off his youtube career with Lizzie's guidance post-WoW-party so I suppose it makes enough sense that he takes after her so much on a persona level as well. Except he's a lot worse at embracing the tongue-in-cheek insincerity. That thing you said about the mask.

I do think Scott is at least acutely aware of his performative nature too, just less willing to acknowledge it for what it is. Lizzie is lying to you, Scott is lying to you but more importantly lying to himself. And that's the difference that I think makes Scott so much more. Dangerous? I suppose would be the word to use. Other than the fact that he is just overall a lot better at being a sweat in general but I'd argue even that could be seen as part of his constant need to keep up his perfect image.

Anyway I'm very unfamiliar with Lizzie and Jimmy's dynamic so I'm excited to see how it goes and even moreso with the comparison to my guy now planted i n my mind. Cheers I loveee stuff like this.

Also sidenote I do find it very entertaining that I'm as predictable as I am <-- has thought about scott/pearl and joel/lizzie as foils alot especially in LL

[nerdieforpedro]

Watch me and Touch it Querida

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x plus size female reader

Fanfiction is 18+ MDNI

Main Masterlist / Santiago Garcia Masterlist / Oscar Isaac Masterlist

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: You have a crush on your long time friend Santiago. After the events of Columbia, he stays in your spare bedroom. You two make good roommates. Pope decides to ask you a question that you thought was just a throwaway. Turns out he was serious.

Warnings: Teasing, Hair worship (is this a thing? I guess it is now 👀), oral sex (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), unprotected P in V (wrap them thangs up), cockwarming, aftercare, bad jokes throughout (another Nerdie staple)

Notes: My first Santiago smut! I think I captured his essence. Maybe, Ya'll will have to let me know. Also, I apologize to anyone who actually plays guitar, I just looked up what Google said were the four basic chords.

The first clue should have been that he asked to stay with you. He had three other men, his brothers, that he could have stayed with. Especially since they don't talk about whatever happened last month. Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia is a flirt of a man, has been since you’ve known him. You pay him no mind, his little compliments don’t phase you - much. He would call and text you in between deployments and later when he was out of the military. He’d also call when he was in the States or overseas consulting. Just checking in on you, he would normally lead with asking about how you were doing. Your mind constantly told you it’s the kind of thing he would do with  the guys except they likely have private jokes. Your heart tells you it might be more, but your mind usually wins with reasoning.

Him moving in went fine. Pope didn’t have much with him. A few duffle bags and a backpack. He took up your second bedroom and things were easy. Just fine. They guys joked that you two should have been roommates years ago since you got along so well. They’re not wrong, you just still need him to move out. Which is impossible to ask considering one of his friends just died on their trip, none of them will say how and even though they all still get along, neither Frankie, Will or Benny will let Pope stay with them. Suspicion is high that there’s some lingering resentment there, but it’s not your place to ask. You weren’t there. You don’t know and you’re not going to.

You haven’t seen any odd habits so far. He cleans up after himself, cooks every once in a while. No women have been in your guest room that you know of and you never want to know if they have. The conversations flow easily and he plays his guitar sometimes, letting you sit on his bed next to him while he plays different chords. Strong hands alternate between picking at the strings and strumming them, Santi softly hums a tune you’re not familiar with.  There was a Die Hard marathon you both watched together the other day. No red flags….which should have been red flag two for you.

He’s your friend. Almost a brother to you. You can’t be looking at how his polo shirts cinch around his waist and slight tummy or how they’re struggling with every thread on those biceps of his. The man has a million watt smile with curls to match, a dangerous five o’clock shadow, plush lips and warm chocolate eyes that focus on you when you speak. When he calls your name, you always exhale, it sounds perfect out of his mouth. Your thoughts haven’t even broached his thighs or that perfect curve he calls an ass when he asks you out of the blue. You’re minding your own business on the couch reading a book. Lying to yourself that you’re going to do less screen time this year.

“You think I should grow it out? I’ve always shaved it.” How long had he been thinking about this? Wait…shave what? Not his head right?! Not those curls. Curls that you’d snuck your hands in only a handful of times copying a noogie that Benny would do and only when the others were around. So silky with a touch of gray….He had asked a question. About his hair, shaving it…

“Santiago. Please don’t shave your head.” You pleaded, harder than you meant it to come out, but you were serious. It warranted your book closing and to look up at him. Why did he have to stand in front of you like that? Sure most people do that, but it’s not okay when he does it. You’re aware of this and the fact that you still haven’t told this man to move in with one of his brothers means you’re the  third red flag. At some point, you became okay with the idea of throwing away your friendship with Santiago. Oolging him when he’s not aware and looking forward when he’s away for a few days so you can think more about his merits and assets. Possibly with a few handheld aides.

He laughed at you and sat down on the couch. “No tonta (silly). Grow a beard. My facial hair grows pretty fast anyway. What do you think? You like facial hair on your men angel?” His shoulder nudged your arm. You chuckled at the thought that he joked about you having men. Pfft. Shaking your head, you playfully swatted his cheek, his rough stubble grazing your fingers. You made sure your hand came down to your knee, the desire to keep in on his face was too strong in the moment. 

“I think you could pull off a beard. You already have stubble half the time. Just don’t let it look raggedy Santi.” You smiled, trying to picture it. The most facial hair you’d seen him with was a mustache in pictures before Delta Force and he looked like a porn star. Hell he looked like one now. You need to stay focused, you’re having a conversation. If he did have one of those nice, maintained beards though…he might turn into an evil villain. They usually had some cool beards before getting thwarted by heroes. His grin at your very apparent compliment and distraction makes you lose the little focus you did have.

“Glad you believe in me. You didn’t answer my other question though.” Squinting your eyes, you’re confused for maybe the third time tonight. “Do you like facial hair on men or do you like them clean shaven?” He leaned in, very clearly expecting an answer. 

Frazzled, your answer matched your current state of mind, “I mean, more hair is always better than less hair. I love some friction, you know I’m used to it because of my thighs but that’s…it’s gotta be a different kinda of sensation when someone's doing it right and has a solid beard…” His wide eyes told you that you’d said too much. Way too much. You stood up and mumbled goodnight, cursing yourself and hoping that maybe he had another overseas contract soon. He grabbed your wrist  and stood with you.

“Is that what you like angel? Something for a different type of friction? Good to know. I take it you haven’t had that from what you said though. Sweet dreams cariño (dear).” Santiago said as he released your wrist. He knew damn well you weren’t going to sleep tonight and you didn’t. The next few days, he didn’t mention it and when you two met up with the guys and their girlfriends, he didn’t mention anything then either. By next week, you were sure it had blown over and he left saying he was going to be gone for two months. That was plenty of time to forget your mistake right?

The time came and went fast. Santiago was back…with a damn beard. It was black with gray strands at its edges. Letting his lips peek out from the oval of hair that formed around them. You looked, then turned and snuck another look. Angry that you did. Maybe he would shave once he got settled in. He greeted you with a hug, nuzzling his nose and jaw on your neck as he embraced you. You wanted to slap him for testing you, but maybe he didn’t remember, you also wanted to touch his face and kiss him to feel the hair on your face. Gazing up at him, his curls had grown out a bit more as well, more pronounced and larger. Pope said he was going to go take a shower and frankly, you felt you could use one too. Get these ideas out of your head. 

The first week is fine. A good amount of time spent with the guys both at bars, their places and in your apartment. The second week however was the kicker - Santiago had gotten some beard oil that smelled of cedar, jasmine and a hint of vanilla. You were thankful that Will wanted Santi to tag along with him this week for more motivational speaking engagements. Pope was out of the house and away from you smelling that damn delicious. 

As it was past 9pm on a Thursday, you were already in your oversized sleep shirt and panties. Not sexy at all. Not that you needed to be, you’re dancing around in your apartment. It’s something you haven’t done too much except when Santi’s out of town. It helped calm you and you could focus on the music and not your various worries, especially your thoughts about your roommate. 

Santiago unlocked the door to your apartment. He walked in and saw you in the living room. Swinging your hips, arms above your head. What should come on next but “Worth the Wait” by Kali Uchis & Omar Apollo. You’re singing along and moving with the music, it wouldn’t hurt to dance with you right? It’s not like he hasn’t danced with you around your home before, though that was usually to some boy bands that you would play because you knew he hated them. He took hold of your hands and interlocked his fingers with yours, his gaze on your surprised face as you stopped moving, but he brought one of your hands down and patted your hip to encourage you to continue to dance. The song is slow and the content is rather sensual. “Keep dancing cariño. With me.” Is the only thing he said as you two moved, your chests mere inches away from each other. He released your hands and placed them on your hips and yours immediately went to his beard. You figured if he’s going to dance with you like this, you may as well touch it. He let out a deep chuckle, leaning forward. Santi pressed his warm chest against yours, he spoke in your ear, “You like it, touch is querida (sweetheart)? I grew it just for you.” 

Your breath hitched when he said your name in your ear and his hands that had been on your hips, roamed your back. “Y-You did Santi? You didn’t have to…I..” His large hand ran up your neck and cupped the back of your head as he sang along to Kali’s next song “All Mine.” Your hands fell to his sides, pressing into his skin, kneading it. It would be embarrassing how moist your panties had become and that your nipples were hard as little pebbles if you didn’t feel the need to jump this man, but dancing is sweet and nice.

We’ll figure it out as we go, just you and me

But we won’t leave each other alone, that’s all mine

All me, all me All mine, All mine, all mio, mio, mi

All mine, all mine, all mio, mio, mi

Both of you continued to rock side to side until the song ended and Santiago stood to his full height. You wondered if maybe you’d gotten too lost in the music and had imagined everything. You hadn’t let go of him yet, if you weren’t hallucinating then that meant this just happened and maybe you could act on what you’d been feeling. “Santiago. What you just sung, did you mean it?” Your eyes scanned his face, you wouldn’t be distracted this time. He had essentially used a song to confess his feelings to you, but it needed to be said outside of a song. Pope took hold of your chin and smiled. 

“Yes I meant it. I know how you’ve been undressing me the entire time I’ve been here angel. I’m not an idiot. At least in that department. I’ll say I’m not great at long term relationships so we’ll take it how it goes, sí (yes)?” He offered. That was all you needed to cup his face, place your fingers in his beard and pull him in for a frantic kiss. He appeared surprised which made you grin as he parted his lips for you, quickly recovering and wrapping his arms around you pulling you toward him as you let him in, his tongue exploring your mouth. The groan you released was loud as you pressed your thighs together, feeling the wetness spread. You pulled out of the kiss and pulled him toward your bedroom. “Cariño, you sure?” He asked with slightly red lips. You answered by  pushing him onto the bed, hands on your hips, you scanned his body. He didn’t need to ask and you weren’t going to answer such a silly question. You smacked your lips at the tent in those damn cargo pants he always wore.

“Too many clothes Garcia. Take them off.” Your hands went to your hips. “Now.” Santiago hadn’t seen this side of you and was enjoying it. He was normally one to take charge in the bedroom. He removed his shirt, exposing his taut muscles that flexed as he fiddled with his belt and removed his boxers and pants in one drop. He kicked off his socks as he sat on the side of bed with his arms out. You stepped up to him but didn’t embrace him. Instead, you just dropped your soaked panties as they hit the floor, heavy with your own wetness. Santi looked down and muttered a soft, “fuck,” next you removed your shirt. Your curves on full display as he attempted to place his hands on your hips but you stopped him. “Up on the bed. I’m due some friction since you keep teasing it with me.” 

“¡Joder! (Fuck) , this is what you like huh? Being in charge? I’ll play along this time.” He slid back toward the top of the bed where you were expecting him in the middle.

“That’s where I’m supposed to be Santi. Move back down.” You motioned as the bed dipped, you crawled next to him and looked down at him. He smirked, damn grin. You wanted to pink he cheek, both sets. 

“No. If you’re going to take charge then you need the right seat angel.” He wiggled his eyebrows as you scratched your chin for a moment. It clicked, he wanted you to…no one’s ever asked that. Pope didn’t give you a choice about settling on his face gently. He turned on his side to grab your knees and pulled you over his shoulders, his breath on your slick inner thighs. “Look at you. You’ll drench me won’t you angel?” He turned his head to the side and rubbed his beard on your thigh, you brought your legs closer together and reached down, taking a handful of his curls while calling his name. 

“Dammit, you know how many nights I’ve thought about this, your curls and this beard? Don’t ever mention cutting your hair again unless I say so.” You growled, his nose tipped upward touching your clit momentarily before he drew back. “Fuck..you damn tease Santiago…” His hands roamed from your knees to your thighs and then your large ass, giving it a squeeze. It made you buck your hips and drop them, making your slick lips come into contact with his beard. Your yelp was sharp and followed by multiple curses as you heard Garcia laugh into your core. It didn’t matter now if he laughed, you were here, sitting on this man’s face. You dropped your hips to stifle him, calling his name as you sat. The sweet grate of his beard against your thighs and mound had you dripping.

Santiago had never seen you so feral. He was throbbing as he watched you cry out his name and felt his cock twitch when you pulled on his hair. He knew he had an effect on you but didn’t expect this. This was so much better than he could have imagined. Now that he could barely breathe, he opened his mouth, kissing your entrance before rolling his tongue around your tight hole. He estimated that he’d definitely need you come at least twice to accommodate him. He then had it pass your entrance to explore within you and he felt your strong pulses. He smirked again, hearing you scream as he went deeper before truly starting. He alternated hollowing out his cheeks to suck what felt like your uterus out of you and having his tongue press against your soft core. He was concerned for a moment that you may pull out a chunk of his hair, the way you were using his head to steady yourself as you grinded into his face. When he was pulling his tongue back to suck again, you screamed his name again and gushed, soaking his face, beard and neck. He drank as if he'd come in from a desert and you were the first source of water he’d come across. When your body relaxed, you fell forward and he slid from under you to lay next to you. Your face was sweaty and some of your hair was sticking to your forehead, one of your hands weakly came up to your face in an attempt to hide it but he grabbed it and kissed it gently.

“You asked me to strip so no hiding hermosa (gorgeous). You had your beloved friction?” He teased and you smiled, shaking your head. He didn’t forget that you said that. He remembers all the wrong things. He set your hand down on the bed and rubbed your back, “Ready for more? I’m going to need at least two more from you.” He explained and your eyes went wide. 

“I might have one…and that’s being generous of me. Why two?” You managed to prop yourself on your elbows but were still on your stomach. His hand continued to rub your back and slowly went to your ass, then a finger slipped into your sensitive sex, making you gasp. “Y-You need to warn someone when you do that…”

“That’s why, you’re a little too tight.” He kissed your shoulder and licked your ear, “those boys you’ve dealt with and your toys don’t prepare you for me querida.” His finger pumped slowly and as it reached deeper he added a second one, making you lift your right knee to allow yourself to open more. The squelching noises coming from your cunt had you whine as you gaze up at Santiago who was watching you, his gaze heavy. “I wonder which chord your pussy plays to angel?” He licked his lips and nibbled on your ear again before speaking again, “Em?” His fingers pumped into your straight, “how about C?” He curved his fingers slightly and your hips snapped, you opened your legs even wider as you began to wiggle against the mattress. 

Santiago stopped his fingers for a moment and flipped you on your back before adding a third finger and curling his fingers even more, “How about G?” His eyes were dancing, watching you pant from just his hand. You’re saying his name, but babbling angrily at him. He finds it adorable that you still have it in you to be angry. You could hold a grudge. He’ll fuck it right out of you. His free hand roams your wide stomach as you pull on the sheets around you and your legs continue to part for him, feet planted into the mattress as you move your hips with his fingers. He leans over you and kisses you gently to which you release the sheets and grab his head, digging into his curls again, biting his bottom lip. He draws back deciding to finish you. He wants to watch you as you climax this time, “let me give you chord D cariño.” Santiago crosses two of his fingers over each other, bends them slightly, hitting your spongy sensitive tissue. Your hands let go of his hair and grasp his forearms, digging your nails into them and you groan with your second climax, it feels stronger than the first as your back arches. He revels in watching your mouth wide open spilling with his name repeatedly, even the pain from your nails is welcome. He’s not normally into it being a bit rough, but he senses that you might not be aware of what you’re doing. He wouldn’t mention it now. Something else to tease you with later. 

Slowly you feel his fingers leave your drenched cunt, you feel like you’re floating but exhausted. Your eyes flutter, but you watch as he licks his fingers, hearing him moan as he does. It had your core stirring again. Having him take you apart, break you even though you planned to be much more assertive, initially you weren’t happy about it, but he’d done nothing except pleasure you since you’d ask him to strip. “S-Santi, do you want me to…” Your eyes trailed down to his swollen and dripping cock which looked thicker than any you’d had, even your dildos. You were understanding more why he made sure to prepare you first. 

“Not tonight. I bet you’re still pissed at me for teasing you. I know you hold onto a grudge like a dog with a bone, angel. You'll be a little less mad after I finish with you.” He rubbed his beard against your soft stomach before settling between your legs, “Ah! Damn it, I need a condom. I’ll have to go to my room, I have some-” His face went from smoldering to panicked, then to confusion as you reached down and gently gripped the head of his dick.

“I have an IUD Santiago. I’m not mad but, you’re not taking your cock out of me until it’s soft. I will be livid if you do.” His eyes were wide as your knees parted further and you brought his head to your entrance. He placed his hand over yours and moved it gingerly. You watched as he looked up at you.

“I didn’t realize you were such a dangerous woman. As my angel wants.” Santiago slid into your wet cunt halfway, watching you to see if you had any discomfort. It was slight, only from the stretch, he was so girthy. You growled at him.

“You’re not all the way in are you? I’m fine. Just move, Please Santi…” That famous grin spread over his face as he pushed forward until his hips were flush with yours. “Yes…that’s it…fuck it’s so much. This was in those damn pants? It isn’t enough that  you have that ass?” You managed a small giggle, reaching your hands to cup his face. “Fuck me while you kiss me with this beard you sexy bastard.”

“You’re so damn kinky cariño. I love it and you, too.” His lips crashed into yours as he started his pace, not bothering with slow as he drew back and gave deep thrusts that kept hitting your cervix. Moans between the two of you had your lips swollen as you kept needing to either bite, suck or release cries. His hands moved from your stomach to your knees, bending your legs back and tipping your hips upward slightly, hitting an entirely different angle. Santiago was up on his knees and had moved out of your reach so you placed your hands over his that were on the back of your knees. Between him rutting into you and the bending you were doing to try and touch any part of him, your insides were quivering again. You were close again already. 

“S-Santi..It’s…” You stuttered, in between your whines. He nodded as he felt you starting to clamp around him, he felt his balls tightening. Dropping one of your knees, he wrapped an arm around your back to bring you close to him, one hand went to his soft curls, now drenched with sweat and the other held the back of his neck as your thumb ran across his temple and grazed his beard. With a few more pumps, Santiago spilled into you, groaning into a rough kiss with you, his teeth nearly colliding with yours if you hadn’t had your tongue run along them. The sensation of him filling your core, had your third orgasm begin. Pope slowly dragged his softening cock along your walls to extend it, he kissed trailed down your neck. When both of your bodies stopped moving, Santi gave it a minute and went to pull out to which you wrapped your legs around him. 

“Not yet. Just inside, a little longer Santi.” You cooed, kissing his shoulder. He nodded and held you, as the both of you soaked in each other’s warmth. When you removed your arms from him, he took that to mean that he could move which he did. He went to your bathroom as you tried to sit up. He looked back to you and quickly motioned for you to stay on the bed. He returned with a warm washcloth after whipping himself off and opened your legs. The cool air had you let out a quiet sigh. 

“Careful, you keep sounding like that, I may have you ride my face again angel.” You laughed knowing you didn’t have the strength to do so no matter how tempting it sounded. He carefully wiped, making you flinch as your cunt was swollen and sensitive. Once he finished, he helped you sit up and helped you to the bathroom. After the clean up was done, you both returned to bed, getting under the sheets, you laid next to Santi  and twirled a finger in his curls. “Ven aquí (come here) cariño. You enjoy yourself?” He pulled your upper body onto his chest, preferring to be face to face with you.

“I did. I’m going to be sore for a few days, but it’s worth it.” A soft smile graces your face as does Santi’s. You peck his lips and lay your head on his chest. His laugh vibrates throughout his chest. His hands are once again on your back, stroking it. It’s relaxing. 

“Good to know I’m worth it angel. I was starting to think all your staring had you rethinking my beard.” You poked out your bottom lip and pinched his bicep. His hands grabbed your hips and jiggled the extra flesh you had on them. 

“You could have just asked you damn tease.” 

“Nah. I had to make you work for it a bit. I’m not an easy man cariño.” He kissed your forehead as his hands traveled back up to your back. 

“You’re near impossible is what you are, Santiago. You’re lucky I love you.”

“Yeah, that I do know querida. I love you too.” A comfortable silence fell over the two of you in each other’s arms, fully exposed to each other finally. 

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[ssruis]

At some point I really do need to talk about tsukasa + rui wrt to rui - who has had so many people leave him because his ideas were scary/dangerous even when he did everything to ensure people wouldn’t actually get hurt - going “I’m going to be too weird and he’s going to leave me so I should just get it over with now by being as insane as possible. Ok he’s still here what if I’m more insane. Ok he’s still here but surely he’ll leave if I’m even crazier. Ok he’s still here but THIS time (rinse and repeat).” I feel like a lot of why rui acted Like That in the beginning was because he was like “this guy is a liar there’s no way he’ll actually stick around *nobody* is ok with my stunts.” If everyone says you’re weird and your ideas are insane and will hurt people you might as well lean into that being your reputation so that nobody else will attempt to be your friend and then leave when you + your ideas are too much. Obviously a lot of this is unconscious but I think in the beginning it was at least a little deliberate.

He was 100% lying when he was like “if you touch this you’ll die” in the main story but I feel like that was his way of being like “see recruiting me was a bad idea. Oh well this is what I expected”. Which is also why he immediately is like “bye then ✌🏻” when tsukasa is like “I don’t want to die.” & then he’s shocked when tsukasa is like “ok fine let’s do that” -> he suggests a flame thrower and launching tsukasa 10 meters into the air -> tsukasa is still like “😰… but it will wow the audience so as a future star I must do it”

which is 100% the first time anyone has been insane enough to agree to what rui throws at them & he’s very obviously super cheesed by this

The reason I’m singling out tsukasa (besides the fact that I’m a ruikasa enjoyer) is that, unlike with emu/nene, 1) tsukasa promised to match his freak during their first interaction 2) when rui attempted to call his bluff tsukasa continued to be insane and agree to his ideas.

& then when rui “shows and theatre are my entire life and also the only way I know how to connect to people (even though that never works)” kamishiro leaves and refuses to return, Tsukasa elects to convey his true feelings/rediscovery of his original goal through a show based around their argument. Which is an absolutely unhinged thing to do, but it works because rui is also unhinged and shows are the language he speaks best.

I think after the main story rui’s continued attempts to find the point where he’d finally become Too Much for tsukasa were unconscious. The brain likes patterns and it’s natural to attempt to make any exceptions to a rule fit with what you’re used to.

Wonder Halloween is absolutely rui’s worst nightmare coming true, in that he constantly goes to such great lengths to ensure that what he does is safe and people still leave anyways - and now he’s finally found someone just as crazy as he is, a place he can be accepted, and Tsukasa gets hurt because one of rui’s inventions malfunctions. If people left rui when it *was* safe, why on earth would someone stay when they actually got hurt because of him? & then tsukasa doesn’t leave, but rui pulls back because there’s no way he’s getting a second chance if someone else gets hurt. I think tsukasa being mad at *himself* for getting hurt and only getting mad at rui for pulling back was Huge because rui is so used to being too much, and now tsukasa is going “I won’t accept anything less than your authentic self.” Also huge because it showcases that tsukasa is a fucking freak.

The constant roping tsukasa into antics at school is (imo) another part of that - ok so tsukasa is fine with all of this on the stage, but what about in front of all of his peers? Getting in trouble and being labeled as weird will be the deal breaker right? Even nene doesn’t want to be seen around him. Nope! Tsukasa actually is going to act like they’re glued at the hip at school. Tsukasa cares about his reputation, in that he doesn’t want to be labeled as a trouble maker, but he’s already known as a weirdo and doesn’t really care. He’ll huff and puff about Rui being irresponsible and tarnishing his reputation but he’s still not leaving. Rui will purposefully annoy him & tsukasa will react dramatically but continue to associate with him.

Pandemonium is essentially an event about their relationship, & I’m not going to go pull a bunch of quotes (I am keeping this post solidly under control. I am not going to go insane with the evidence. I am normal and in charge of my own destiny.) but since I have this quote on hand:

Rui: I had always thought that I could never properly understand everyone around me.

Rui: as I started doing shows at Wonder Stage with everyone, my way of thinking and feelings began to change.

Rui: now, I am able to understand and connect with someone without relying on shows, and I’ve come to value the beauty of laughing alongside others

Rui: that’s why — tsukasa-kun. Thank you for giving me the chance to change.

The reason why pandemonium is the turning point for their relationship is because they’re connecting outside of shows. The reason why rui specifically cites tsukasa as the reason he changed is because tsukasa brought him to wxs, repeatedly emphasized that he would not accept rui holding back, and stuck with him when any sane and reasonable person would have been like “I value not getting detention on the daily and not dying on stage.” I say that with love. Pandemonium shows that rui *can* connect to people and form relationships without playfully threatening bodily harm several times a day, but the rui + tsukasa relationship is special in that they’re both insane Together.

One specific thing I want to point out is in the card story where tsukasa joins the disciplinary committee (I’m not transcribing that/pulling quotes watch it yourself) because he’s tired of having a reputation as a trouble maker. The easiest way to clear his name would be to stop associating with Rui at school, but tsukasa instead goes “I’m going to be taking responsibility for him and watching him carefully”. ??? Ok? Freak. (Tsukasa Tenma voice) you are NOT getting rid of me.

Last thing to mention is that saki, upon first meeting rui, is like “He must keep my brother in check I���m glad he found someone to do shows with 🥰” (funniest possible first impression of the ruikasa dynamic). This post is rui focused (consequence of spending the past 24 hours rotating him in my mind) but I think that because rui is so crazy people often forget that tsukasa is also insane. Even saki, who he’s objectively more normal around, thinks he’s a freak.

They’re both show maniacs. Matching each others freak. Absolutely misery inducing to be around if you haven’t built up a tolerance. I think they’re neat. I hope they both explode. You understand.

[snirtsnirkarts]

Right so, this is my guy uh… Hold on I forgot his name. Ishbak Macroprososup, you can see why I forgot the name(plus the fact that it’s been almost like a full year since I last touched him. I forgot him like heaven did. I will explain that.) Used to go by Iskbak back in the day when the name was more common, but present day goes by Mac. Mac I had decided, was there all throughout history, just not memorable enough for Crowley or Aziraphale to care.

So Mac actually has a complicated history as a messenger, or a vessel. Except he doesn’t know that. To call upon the vessel, you call his name, Choncha. They just never told him for not only security reasons, because he possesses information from both heaven and hell, and was previously the communicator for both lands.

Mac was also a messenger for people as well, or just a vessel of good will or bad. Sent as different animals that would look more biblical angel like, but processes a power if you don’t look at him long enough, you wouldn’t notice this thing is not entirely one animal.

Some of my animal examples of him and a little colored in doodle to show his old coloring. There are little things he did to try and fit in, like dying his hair blond to look less demon like and more angelic, but he’s stopped since.

So that was his life before the war between heaven and hell. Which I made the fuck up but is mentioned in the show(I believe) but never mentioned when it took place. So again, made it the fuck up. I also never specify when it takes place. Uh, because idk I dont wanna decide that. Sure season three or something will clear this up. Again, don’t actually care that much.

Anyways, during the war, Mac’s wings got cut, giving him no access to heaven, but having not fallen, he wasn’t given access to hell either. He doesn’t know anything about elevators or stairwells or whatever have you. He really doesn’t know much of anything, since he is just a vessel without knowing it.

I had decided Crowley was there to sweep the lands when both parties retired or whatever have you. But finding Mac being abandoned, he hoped heaven would come back for him and spares his life. But on the other hand, heaven either forgot about him or thought he’d been a demon(do to the mud covered wings looking black).

So, Mac was left to roam the earth. He was found by a human while there. Who I don’t think I ever actually named, but is important and is based on my best friend.

So this human actually taught Mac basically how to live life. But of course, humans die. But while dying, our human promised to come back just for Mac. And without knowing it, had called upon the vessel to carry their memories until they got back. And now our human is reincarnated at random unassigned times. Although is cursed to always die soon after remembering Mac and their previous life. So when Mac found them, it was just a ticking time bomb. Mac eventually would feel awful for doing it and hides from his counterpart, not wanting them to have a shortened life. Unfortunately, their human is pulled to them and will always find him eventually.

Now eventually, I never decided the timeline on Crowley finding Mac, I think it was Aziraphale and Crowley find him together because they both now recall him over the years and shit, or a significant moment they had. Like Aziraphale and Mac had been drafted to war together, but faked their deaths with their platoon who all also died. Mac and Crowley, well, Crowley was there when Mac was stranded, and they had been in a few events together. So the two are like, “Um, it’s kinda dangerous to have an unattended…” They are not sure if Mac is an angel or a demon, and neither is Mac. He already has multiple sets of mismatched wings, it wouldn’t help solve it, and Mac wouldn’t pull out his wings anyways.

But Mac is definitely there when Aziraphale returns to heaven. Because Aziraphale looks into him and finds out he is Choncha. And since he is a vessel, Aziraphale can actually use him to get back to earth, see Crowley, and eat foods and such. Yknow, sin and shit. But it does have an effect on Mac’s psychic. As he keeps losing time and even his form is beginning to reflect Aziraphale’s liking. Dressing more like him and all. But, Aziraphale not being down there doesn’t know this.

Some doodles and dabbles of the inbetween stuff of that. And finally we bring in another person. My sibling’s self insert who I’m pretty sure I made up for the most part. Other than the design. They designed this character. Their name is Mastema, or it may be a temporary and because I forgot their actual one. Don’t remember and if I asked I don’t think he’d remember either.

I’ll talk about them next post because I have a little comic and limited photos I can add.

[doubleddenden]

time for gen 4 on the starter review

the Sinnoh Starters are, to me, are probably the last truly amazing trio of starters where all three are purposely fantastic design wise- at least, by their final evolutions. At first glance, they don't really have much going for them in terms of cohesion other than a shared yellow in their color palette, and I'd say a slightly less saturated color palette if we compare to previous gens, and they may not appeal to everyone right away- but by the time they finish evolving? Good god, some of the best designs in the entire franchise. As for their base forms, each have their own level of being iconic for a variety of reasons that I'd say is only outmatched by the gen 1 starters themselves- at least, looking at how the fans perceives them. Each of the base forms has different types of obsessed fans, to the say the least.

easily a 9/10 if we look at their final evos alone.

now BREAK IT DOWN *starts sobbing uncontrollably*

First up, Turtwig, the second turtle starter. First off, lets get this boy a certified *friend* sticker, because that is a genuine little guy right there. Second, let's admire the little dude. His head is big and his jaw is chompin size, and look at those little feets of his. God. What a good little boy. Onto actual critiquing, the color palette used is an excellent mix of I'd call "earth tones," fitting for how its line is basically meant to embody the earth itself. I got nothing else for this guy except that I love him. 9/10, something is a little off but I can't touch on what.

Okay, despite what some poketubers might say, Grotle is not a bad design whatsoever imo. I think it's not as good as Turtwig or Torterra, but there's a unique charm to it at as well- so long as you're looking at it from the right angle, which as we've discussed before in previous posts, can make or break a Pokemon. Still, I dig that Grotle kind of dips into some dinosaur to help supplement it, I think I'm particularly seeing a little bit of an ankylosaurus in the face and body. The shrubs on the back are a nice touch and are connected to branches- sort of like with Ivysaur to Bulbasaur, so too does Grotle's back seem to blossom forth some type of plant life. I think it's a fine design, although I do think that perhaps the yellow would be better replaced by a darker brown. 7/10.

Followers from my other posts may remember a post I made regarding Torterra- how it has got to be one of the most HORRIFYING pokemon to be turned into if you're a PMD protagonist (basically imagine being a regular human and turned into a slow, heavy tortoise that is immortal, cannot die unless it is cold, and you can drown super easily and not be able to move very far while other Pokemon just... grow up on your back). That's not what this post is about- in fact, some misconstrued and thought I was hating on the guy. Absolutely not, in fact, Torterra is one of the COOLEST grass starters ever, and grass pokemon in general. Torterra is basically a better Venusaur imo, it just gets way less love and was done ABSOLUTELY DIRTY in the anime.

The colors are fantastic, with each color helping the other to stand out and pop in some way or another. The design is also just immaculate, it's dangerous looking in a very fun way, and doesn't sacrifice any of the edge or cool factor for something stupid like certain later gen pokemon do. Torterra's concept of representing the world- essentially being a "world turtle"- is executed excellently in the fact that its back has grown from bare soil, to sprouted saplings, and now a full on biome. Again, it pulls from more dinosaur elements into its design as well, which is always a welcome plus. An easy 9/10.

The Turtwig line in general is pretty easy to love and find cool, and you'd be very hard pressed to find a single schmuck brave enough to say they dislike Torterra. Gen 4 in general has really amazing Pokemon design and adds just the right amount of edge and coolness to most of its pokedex, and this line is certainly no exception. Sure, ice types absolutely cripple this line, it's a little slow, and there might be better choices for a grass or ground type from Sinnoh- but I don't really care about that. If you love Turtwig, Grotle, or Torterra, you can easily make it work with the rest of your team. Honestly, I just want a grass starter to look this cool again so badly. 9/10 overall.

MMMMM.... Monke....

Okay, so let's get it out of the way- This Pokemon line has had one of the BEST character arcs in the entire Pokemon anime. From trash to treasure, I tell you, even coming back to hog some spotlight in Journeys. The absolute GOAT of Ash's fire starters, for sure, with a story that pretty surpasses Charizard in terms of execution, although not in feats.

... *that being said*, on a design critique perspective... Not really my favorite. I really dislike how disproportionately big the head is for its tiny body, and the colors aren't really enough for me- maybe if they were to have brought in the blue eye-shadow and some gold or white a little sooner, I'd be more impressed. I think as a kid, I simply picked it purely because it was a fire type, and thankfully I was rewarded for my choice down the road. I guess it's not terrible, but I certainly prefer other monkeys. Maybe if they gave it a tail like its evolutions. 5/10. Ash's Chimchar gets bumped to an 8, though. We respect the little guy.

And respect we continue. Monferno fixes a lot of gripes I have with Chimchar, and thankfully he's a quick evolution away at level 14. I did think it was... lazy? I guess? That they made it a second fire/fighting type, but I reckon if Combusken and Blaziken leaned more towards the fire, Monferno and Infernape leaned more towards the fighting. Regardless, it's a fun design that really fixes up a lot of Chimchar's failings, like sizing up the body to its head size, adding in more colors and a tail, this is truly where the monke begins to start shining. The feet are... weird, sure, but overall a vast improvement, and probably my favorite middle evolution of the fire fighting trio and the sinnoh starters. 8/10.

MMMMMM MONKE!!!!! THAT'S WHY HE'S THE GOAT!!!!!

I'm gonna go ahead and spoil the fact that he's an easy 9/10 design, and arguably the last good fire starter (design wise) until Hisuian Typhlosion and Skeledirge. Just LOOK AT HIM! What an amazing blend of dark oranges, reds, golds, whites, blues, the flaming head also invokes serious protagonist energy- and definitely channels that Sun Wukong energy, really only missing a cloud to ride on. He's a bit on the short side- I was initially surprised by just how... short he is. Still, he is a short KING. This is arguably the best of the Sinnoh trio, the best of the fire/fighting trio, and the best fire type in Sinnoh (being fair, he only has Magmortar, Rotom, Heatran, and Arceus as competition). Close Combat, Flare Blitz- this bro is not here for a long time, he is here for a GOOD TIME.

And I think we all know that I'd be an idiot to not bring up Ash's. THE BLUE FLARE BLITZ! THE BLAZE! THE REVENGE AGAINST A SHIT TRAINER! THE FINAL FIGHT AGAINST ELECTIVIRE! That is how you glow up! He didn't need a special form for that, that was hard work and sheer, raw, badassery! That definitely contributes to why I love this pokemon lol. Like I said, 9/10.

Someone will probably see that I did not give Chimchar the friend status- that's because we give it to Infernape instead, and not just a friend, but a BRO status. That is someone we respect on a whole other level and love to see him get stronger.

The Chimchar line is a choice that will reward the trainer if you put the time in as far as the designs go. In terms of power, you really cannot go wrong with this guy either. This singular Pokemon line is beloved by fans for many reasons, but the anime certainly aids to it. 8/10 collectively.

Onto Piplup- I feel like most of the vocal internet side will say this is their favorite of the Sinnoh starters, but I do think a large portion of that comes from people who either only watched the anime or simply weren't looking at what it evolves into. I certainly didn't give it the time of day myself until a few years back, and I've come to appreciate it a bit more. The anime certainly helps sell it as a loveable little asshole, not even having mercy on a baby Cyndaquil. It's definitely a friend, but more specifically a nephew or niece you entertain a bit or a little brother you like to tease a little.

Design wise, I like it enough, not really my favorite but it's not bad either, the big head definitely detracts a little for me. The colors are a nice blend of blues and whites, although that... whatever that back thing is is kinda weird. I'd much rather it be a back flipper or tail feather or something. Still, it's got this undeniable cute factor that you can't really ignore. 7/10

Prinplup... I'm not gonna lie, it's a little worse and definitely my least favorite of the middle Sinnoh starters. It is definitely a better water bird than Quaxwell, in my opinion, but only slightly. The colors are certainly a nice palette, and I do like that the head is smaller- but its a little *too* small now in comparison to the rest of the body. I do appreciate it being more penguin shaped than Piplup, though. 6/10.

NOW we're getting to the best of the line, Empoleon. I didn't initially like it as a kid, but as I've gotten older, I really dig it for a lot of reasons, including its mostly black color scheme with blue as the accentuating color rather than the main one. Water/Steel is an interesting type combo that... I don't think has been repeated since, which is insane considering we're close to 20 years past its initial introduction. I used to wonder why it wasn't part ice- it's a penguin after all- but now I understand that it's steel type BECAUSE it lives in icy areas- or, as icy as Sinnoh and Hisui can be, I guess (it can be snowy, but polar?). Piplup was cute, Prinplup was dorky, and now we're at the regality and badassery of Empoleon, which rounds up the evolution chain nicely. I even appreciate how it's a little taller than expected- I'm still taller, as it's at 5'7, but as a kid that would definitely fit my mental image of an "emperor" penguin, which i thought were 6 feet tall lol. The inspirations for Infernape and Torterra are little more clear and mythical in nature, but Empoleon clearly has an emperor's vibe about it, while the head decoration could be a nod to Neptune's trident. Overall a fun design, and evidently the anime thinks so too since it keeps coming back so often, even to Kukui's team. 8/10.

The Piplup line is one of those lines that has its very rabid fans- but mostly by people that consume cute things and probably don't care for what comes next. That's not bad, mind you, but I do think Empoleon is the stronger design of the bunch, just speaking from my own perspective. I do feel that other water types are designed better, but it is also not the worst it could possibly be either and has a pretty banging move set as well, and recently got some love in a new hidden ability. The imagery of a spoiled prince becoming a regal ruler is also appreciated, all things said and done. A solid 8 for the potential alone.

Gen 5 next

[cemetegee]

3, 12, 20!

So glad I kept a list so I can actually answer these questions haha. Okay, let's see...

3. What were your top five books of the year?

Hm, I've read MANY good books. I fear I have to trick the system by not counting Nona (because it's part of a series, uuum, obviously). My fav books of this year were:

Rumo und die Wunder im Dunkeln (english title: Rumo & His Miraculous Adventures). Great, great, great book! It has an absolutely AMAZING Torture scene (I mean by that that it's VERY imaginative and like nothing I've ever read before). And that sentence, that bad people can also love and that's even the dangerous thing about them was insane.

The Picture of Dorian Gray. Insanely good. I could literally not give it out of my hand for one hour after I found it in a bookshelf in a library, and had a TERRIBLE backache after because I couldn't bother to change my reading position. One of the really little books where I couldn't predict anything and it was VERY fun. (Maybe I could even change it with one. Hmmm.)

A book by George Simenon which is apparently translated with "Maigret and the Man on the Boulevard" and "Maigret and the Man on the Bench" as well. It's some kind of muder mystery with a Commissaire named Maigret in 50s Paris, but the murder is (although it is interesting) not so important. It's the atmosphere! You can imagine every person the author describes (what's an achievement since I don't have so much fantasy, AND he describes interesting people you rarely read about). MUCH fun.

Lolita. I would rank it higher, because the writing style was, arrrgh, sugar, but as soon as his special interest "Lo" appeared, it started to become pretty disgusting. (Intended, obviously.) I WONDER how anyond in this world would read the book as a nice lovestory, because even the amazing writing and Humbert Humbert can't hide the fact, that she cries herself to sleep every night and she literally says he'd raped her. I honestly expected it to be LESS obvious after what I'd heard about it before... But it's obviously a good book, that shows besides of that very well how family structures enable abuse.

A biography of the Marquis de Sade by Mr. Walter Lenninh that was just. the absolute opposite of what you'd expect of a biography. Usually it's all "oh, yes, the genius did this and that", but that biography was... Well it wasn't unfair, but it was fair, maybe that's the point. He apparently did a lot of stupid things and the book is kind of a reckoning with him. Very fun.

12. Any books that disappointed you?

Well, usually I wouldn't say that, but I started to read a book about a special group of people in German and Austria. and it was just... Annoying. I'm probably not the aimed group to read it, but I found already the introduction annoying. It was some kind of "Sadly, I could find only upper middle class *beeeb* for my book. So sorry it has no representation." BITCH, WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU COULDN'T FIND ANY POOR *beeeb* ? You'd expect it would be by far easier to find poor *beeeb* than people out of your rich guy clique. *Sight.* I won't leak the theme because I don't want to hate this book, but... Know for the context, that it was a group of people which is statistically more endagered to poverty, okay? It's not the fault of the author to be a Rich Kid, but it was really annoying.

20. What was your most anticipated release? Did it meet your expectations?

I didn't really expect any book (except maybe: the new Percy Jackson. My little brother made read it, and it was surprisingly good), but what immediatly jumped to my mind is this fic:

I didn't expect updates, I hoped for them, but it's so good and argsgshdvdg, the last chapters were AMAZING, and everybody who hasn't already read it SHOULD read it. (Harryanthe btw)

Thank you for the opportunity to say all of that :33

(for this ask game)

[luxlightly]

Ironically, this submarine thing is less like the Titanic, where a bunch of people were assured of the safety of a voyage that had no real reason to be dangerous that went horribly wrong due to unforeseeable circumstances, and more like the Donner Party, where truly everyone around them, including every expert they asked said "you don't know what you're doing. This is stupid. This is dangerous. If you do this you WILL die" and they did it anyway because one guy with no experience or expertise said he knew better than everyone telling them not to.

Except in this, it's not the decision of one person dooming dozens of people who had no say in the choice but 5 separate people all knowing the risks and disregarding them.

Like, this isn't a "guy sells people tickets for shoddy sub he didn't care enough to make safe". The CEO was on the sub. This is all hubris. MULTIPLE news stories were done about this sub before it was ever deployed, all highlighting how extremely, laughably unsafe it was and all but begging this guy not to try to use it. But he thought he knew better. And despite the wavers they had to sign clearly and explicitly stating that the sub had passed NO safety regulations and was not approved by ANY official agencies or experts, the other people on board all thought they knew better, too.

Of course I feel extremely bad for these people. No matter what happened to them, it was horrible. But it's the epitome of the "Tech Bro" mindset. Of rich men who have enough money to never be told no. And to believe they can never face consequences because they're too smart for it. Until it's too late.

The feeling that "if I have a *revolutionary* idea, that's the most important thing. Then I can just throw money at it until the technology catches up." The complete refusal to understand that some things are done a certain way because it's the right way, not because they just don't have your "vision".

It's all about stuff the sounds cool but has no backing in reality. A minivan sized sub that only has one button and an off brand game controller to steer sounds so sleek andstreamlined! So high tech! And high tech must be best, right?

Except it's not. It almost never is. High tech breaks at the drop of a hat. Every bit of high tech needs to be surrounded by 2 low tech failsafes at least. And anyone who actually knows about engineering will tell you that. But tech bros only play pretend when it comes to engineering. And they have the money to play and pretend that they can just imagine something that sounds cool into existence and it just will happen.

But it doesn't. And nothing will convince them of that. Not a thousand experts all telling them they're wrong. They'll never believe someone could know better than them. And now five people died because of it.

It's a tragedy all the way down. A tragic loss of life led to by a tragically toxic mindset, facilitated by a tragic state of wealth and power distribution in the world.

[polyhexian]

Unconscious Mystery Man On Our Couch Happy Funtimes

Camila's over here having an ethical conniption. She's a veterinarian, not a doctor! The kids were easy to take care of, mostly bruises and bad scratches, but this man is a fresh amputee and he needs a hospital! Is it ethically acceptable to allow this guy to suffer through an infection on her couch? Veterinarians don't have the same Do No Harm doctors do, but there are still ETHICS, and she's grappling over whether it's more or less ethical to take him to a hospital. Except a hospital would bring on instant scrutiny, and like, even if they ignore the pointy ears, they're going to ask where his arm is. How does she explain that she doesn't know where his arm is??? He's in pain, what're the ethics of stealing animal painkillers and other medications from her workplace? Also, worst case scenario, if this man DIES on her COUCH, WHAT is she going to do with the body??

And then you've got the kids, who are more concerned with the Mystery.

Gus: That man should be dead. Hunter and Luz: Yeah, Belos was pretty thorough about killing off his Golden Guards, so how Marty here survived is pretty-- Gus, still processing everything he saw in Belos's mind: No, no, you don't get it. Belos literally watched that man stab himself and bleed out. He should, on so many levels, be DEAD.

Jasper, in one of his…idk, can this be called lucid? moments

Jasper: Hunter. Hunter, do you know you have feelings? Hunter: What. Jasper: Feelings. I have feelings. You have feelings. Do you know you have feelings?? Hunter: Um…yes? Jasper: Oh, good. I hoped you would. *conks out again* Hunter: what the fuck what the fuck whattheFUCK--

UCJRJAJJDJAJD jasper just sitting straight up like DO YOU KNOW YOU HAVE FEELINGS and then conking right out ...nfudhejdjsnt that is so good. So good.

And God poor Camila... this is such a shit place to be in for her. He wouldn't have immediately been to fever blitzed to speak immediately when they got to her house and he obviously needs the most urgent medical care. She doesn't want all the kids seeing more of this gore than they have to so she like finds something for the to do that would theoretically be helpful like oh, go set up the couch or something so they're like. Distracted. Kept busy. And jasper would have 100% for sure in whatever brief conversation he had with her while he was still lucid- he would have said point blank that if taking him to a healer would put the kids at risk, if it would put them and put them in danger, do not take him to the hospital. He at first just says like he would rather he die than put the kids in danger and she's probably not interested in that at first but- but the second he says like one of those kids is mine, I would give my life for him. And I think she would understand.

I have the image of him like. He's limping in with the kids help, half unconscious, and Camila takes charge and she's careful with the kids but accommodating and welcoming to them- jasper knows who Luz is and he thinks she's great and so if this is Luz's mom who she's turning to for help and this is her mom who is being so kind and understanding.... and oh my god, is that a basilisk??? Daughter?? Basilisk daughter???

That's like... she's a human woman who's taken in a magical child that so many people would consider a scary tale monster. I imagine that as she's trying to close up the flesh over the wound he has one strong moment of lucidity where he grabs her arm and says "please... if I don't make it take care of my baby, he doesn't have anyone and he never has, please" and like. When a man who might be dying begs you please, please, if I die take care of my baby-" which is less of like a "adopt him" request but more of like please make sure no one steals him, please make sure he goes with someone safe, please look out for him until someone else can if you can't. Luckily for him if he died she would in fact take him. Luckily that doesn't happen this time, but it means that like. While he's out of it and the kids are trying to figure shit out she's lingering there with like.... I had that interaction, I saw that fear and desperation in his eyes that only a parent can understand, terror to leave your child alone and unsafe.... so she knows. Like she can feel a lot there. If the kids aren't sure if he was serious about the son thing, if he really thinks he's Hunter's dad-- she knows for sure that he is

[razberrypuck]

JRWI EP 100 LIVEBLOG UNDER THE CUT FOR EXTRA SPOILER PROTECTION

"the journey begins, for the 100th time" "you bet your tiddies it does" JWJFJEJTJH

ohh they're having a good time something's gonna go horribly wrong

earl bbeg real

wetma gills

"words hard. me tired. me drunk." jay I love you jsjfjejf

enza gonna help jay make a new body for alphonze 👀

drey disconnected w/the group?

"the longer you're down there, the more it twists you" ohh that's not good. instantly worried about arlin.

"if arlin's still down there, it's because it couldn't." "that man had a big ol' heart, even that giant body couldn't fit it." DREYYYYYY

"Sometimes I think I should dive in there alone. But I know I'm not strong enough without them" CHIP. CHIP YOURE GONNA KILL ME.

chip and drey are gonna KILL me augh

"we're gonna go down there, and we're gonna bust him out. whatever happens happens. we'll survive. we always do." RRGHHDHHDG

AW GILLION JSHFJJEJGJFJF

"sometimes its good to be bad jay give me the word" LMAOOOOO

GILLION SOUNDS LIKE HES GONNA START CRYING BRO JSHFJDJ

QUEEN KSHFJDJDUW

WOOO DOWNTIME❗️❗️❗️

HES MAILING CASPIAN'S PRESENTS!!!!!!!!

"happy birdday! you can nae nae, but now you can... ;)" JSJFJDJG GILL

" 'Well, for you...' he gets lost in your eyes for a second" JWJFJSJGJEJJTJ

NAT 20 ON RIZZING RIZZ RIZZ

"EVERYONE now has cannons and healing potions except for ME!!!!!!!!" gill in his spoiled brat arc

NEW TITLE GILLION TIDESTRIDER RIZZ REVEREND

"We are so, so unbelievably wanted" "they WANT us"

TWO CANNONS AND ONE BALLISTA HELL YES????

ohh I love enza

forgot abt cliff hangar

IS HE RIZZING UP CLIFF???????

"To know the books, you need to have read the books, where the FUCK are the books, Jay???????"

GILL TRYING TO RIZZ UP CLIFF NOW

HES PLAYING ALONG??? JAY TRIED TO GIVE HIM THE GOLD AND HE STOPPED HER??????????

"A world that's turned it's back / it's seas be turned to black / the black sea is all that's left / history be put to rest / the survivors will rewrite it / fight on, fight on until united / hope our wrongs be righted / flee the black sea at last / free from it at last

why are gill and chip so down to flirt with people today jsjfjsjd

CAPTAIN FIVE O' CLOCK SHADOW JSIFJDJJF

CAPTAIN HENDRIX. TIEFLING. REGAL BUT RELAXED. IF THIS MFER ISNT NIKLAUS HES GOTTA BE RELATED TO HIM RIGHT

FINN TIDESTRIDER FINN TIDESTRIDER FINN TIDESTRIDER

the island of frozen roses ooh

ohhhh he just wrote about their journeys. ik its like obvious but that means so much to be actually.

OHHHHHHH OLLIES ROOM OH MY GODDDDDDD

OH FUCK OFF HES GIVING HIM ARLIN'S COIN OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

BIZLY YOURE GOING TO KILL ME IM GOING TO DIE BIZLY THIS IS SO NICE

"even when you are old and decrepit, you will always be our small boy, who we keep on the ship, and in our hearts" thank you gill

chip don't grill her about this now godddd.

CAPTAIN SHADOWBEARD IS OLLIES DAD

bellamy. oh bellamy. im so sorry.

captain shadowbeard was the last pirate lord that went missing ohhh my god. it was a year ago. and when ollie went missing months later. oh my god this poor woman.

"You guys are gonna get attacked tonight" grizz ik you're joking but I don't fucking trust you at all

ALPHOZE ALPHONZE ALPHONZE

DANGER INCOMING???

THEY JUST LEFT THE ISLAND

KIRA I LOVE YOU BUT NO

JAY YOURE GONNA BOARD THEIR SHIP????

THERE HE IS. FUCK OFF JAYSON GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY

Gillion what are you planning 👀

"jay who did you see" "oh just my father and kira you know" "oh"

THE SWORD IS IN HIS FUCKING CHEST STILL LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

DREY PANICKING LMAO

FUCK OFF JAYSON FUCK OFF JAYSON FUCK OFF JAYSON FUCK OFF JAYSON FUCK OFF JAYSON

YOOOOOOOOOO GILLION CLUTCH??????

GILLION CLUTCH GILLION CLUTCH

JAYSON YOU CHEATING BASTARD

HELLO PIXEL ART THIS IS SO COOL?????????

CHIP DONT LEAVE THEM????

DONT FUCKING LAUGH LIKE THAT GRIZZ

gillion less clutch than expected.........

alphonze is gonna die again bro they JUST got him back! AND the boat!

Gillion absorb elements pog

QUEEN JSHFJDJFJFH LOVE YOU

thank you alphonze we love you alphonze <3

USING THE WHALEBONE SWORD TO CAST SPELLS ON JAYSON????

jayson I hate you smile

TRAP HIM IN THE FUCKING MIRROR JAY GET HIS ASS

GET HIS ASS JAY GET HIS ASS

"You could be found innocent, by the way" "not for what I'm about to do :)"

MOTHER MOON JSJFJDJ

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT GILL ISNT SCARED OF JAYSON ANYMORE❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️

GILLION CLUTCH ONCE AGAIN

MOTHEFUCKER HAS LEGENDARY ACTIONS I FORGOT

HE STOLE JAY'S BRAND BRO

"DAMN looks like you're as good a shot as you are a PARENT" "your quips only seal your fate" "damn, were you already burning?" gillion tidestrider I love you

"Your fighting is meaningless, for your gods have fallen" HELLO JAYSON WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???? IM NOT MOVING ON FROM THIS DID THE ARTIFICIAL LEVIATHAN PLAN WORK??????? ARE YOU JUST PSYCHING GILL OUT?????????????

YOOOOO GRYFFON MVP FOURTH CAPTAIN

"If they miss, I will roll to hit gillion"

CANNON #1 HITS JAYSON FUCK YES QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!

EARL FUCKING WHIFS IT

gets harpooned in the ass and stabbed further in the chest sjfjeh

gill is so fucking funny engaging w/jayson lmao

"she's a BIRD are you PROUD OF HER YET? she has WINGS and they're COOLER THAN YOURS and they generate more LIFT" gill hyping up jay to her dad my beloved

makes eye contact with a fucking wizard. drops disguise and said "aight you handle these monkeys I got shit to do"

isn't the whole crew on the ship? or does grizz just mean on top deck

gryffon I love you

RETURN OF 5 FT GILL

HOLY SHIT?????? 10 FT TALL THUNDER GOD GILLION

YOU MOTHEFUCKER???????

NAT 20 DEX SAVE FROM GILLION HOLY SHIT HE DESERVES THIS❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️ GILLION ON THAT KING SHIT TODAY

ANOTHER SHIP????

MARSHALL JOHN THE GRANDBERRY PIRATES MY FUCKING BELOVED

"IF YOU KILLED MY GODS HOW IS MARSHALL JOHN RIGHT HERE?!"

PROPHETIC SCREW UP STRIKES ONCE AGAIN

CASPIAAAAAAN

"YO IS THIS GUY FUCKING BOTHERING YOU?!" LOVE YOU LIZZIE

"I can deal with that later. But right now, you're attacking my friends. And I can tell you have no intention to spare them. So I'll give you the same treatment back. So you're gonna attack me, or...I'm gonna take you down." JAY JAY JAY JAY JAY JAYYYYYY

APPLY HUNTERS MARK BY PUNCHING HIM IN HIS UGLY ASS FUCKING FACE GET HIS ASS GET HIS ASS GET HIS ASS

"I thought you said next time you saw me, I wouldn't be your daughter anymore." "Now that I've seen how much you've changed, I mean it" go fuck yourself jayson <3

GRYFFON WAIT GRYFFON ARE YOU OKAY GRYFFON IF YOU DIE I WILL LOSE MY MIND

GILLION HEAL YOURSELF FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

GRIZZ IF YOU FUCKING KILL GILL AGAIN ISTG

GILLION HEAL YOURSELF

"if Jay's still fighting, I am too."

"Nice try, but Ollie's mom was way more pissed 😎"

lizzie??? did you??? did you actually kill ava or are you surprised???

GILL GOING CRAZY WITH THE NAT 20s

"It's okay I can dodge it!" the mentality of the episode

JSJFJSJF HE ABANDONS SHIP WITH THE WIZARD HES TAKING THE WIZARD HES A FRIEND

I fully believe lizzie didn't kill ava actually. don't believe jayson at all fuck this guy

If Gryffon is dead. If Gryffon is dead.

GILLION. GILLION ASKING JAY IF SHE CAN DO THIS. GILLION SUPPORTING JAY THIS WHOLE EP. RRRRIVHFGR IM GONNA DIE

gillion: just let me know where you need me. And I'll be there.

jay: right now you're right where you need to be. thank you.

gillion: aye aye, captain.

MARSHALL JOHN SOLOS

john and gill immediately going bro mode jsjfjsj

don't make me feel bad for jayson. I won't do it. piece of shit.

GILLION. IF YOU DIE.

GOES DOWN PROTECTING JAY GILLION YOURE GONNA KILL ME.

THE NAVY HAS GRYFFON

THANK YOU JAY THANK YOU JAY THANK YOU JAY

"You keep saying that people took me away from you. No one took me away from you, dad. You haven't had me for a long time. You lost me. You lost me in the lies, the training, your obsession with your work, it was all you cared about. Things change, dad. After ava died, you weren't there. You weren't there for me or for mom. And when I tell you we hurt, we struggled, I say we hurt and struggled so goddamn much. And I'm sure you did too, but you made it so goddamn clear where your priorities lied with the family. And in my grieving, you were the only one who wasn't there. Jayson Ferin, you are someone I've known my entire life. You've known me longer than I can remember, and maybe I've made decisions that you don't agree with, but they are my decisions, and I would've hoped that in the years you've known me, that you would give me even a modicum of trust, a modicum of what I saw in you my entire goddamn childhood. And now, you stand here in front of me again, you're making the same mistakes... You don't get to just take me back, you need to earn it. And the way it stands, you're on a fast track to lose both me, and your wife. You are the strongest man I've ever known but you are a fucking pathetic father. So come on. Go ahead, finish it, do your fucking job, if that's where your priorities still lay, as they always have."

persuasion with advantage and dm inspiration. so deserved holy shit jay. i am. speechless.

"For the first time in my life, since I became a pirate, I was able to feel free."

get the fuck OUT of here jayson go AWAY

jayson I'd ask why you don't fucking ask may yourself but I don't want you anywhere near her :)

thank fucking god hes gone.

"that's my boy right there, that's my BOY, I'm on your ass, I'm like glue on something that glues on" "this is the beginning of something, this is the beginning of a whirlwind of whoopass on kira I'm telling you now" bizly has the right idea get the panda man back

gill still didn't get the whalebone sword back ✌️😔

[1rakus]

Here’s a little Id indicator so if anyone has further questions I can answer: 🐈

OK so I just finished studying abroad in China and hopefully I will never have to worry about this story ever again lolllllll.

I’m studying/was studying w a bunch of other USAmericans (all straight guys except for me (neither of those things) and another guy (only 1 of those things) A lot of them got really into the Shanghai clubbing scene and made friends w some other Chinese college students. ONE of them the most whitest guy in our group w blonde hair blue eyes and big pointy nose hooked up with a girl at the club and started dating her ~2 months before we left, which is fine except for the fact that she was SEVENTEEN. (ILLEGAL IN CHINA TOO BTW NOT JUST THE US (he’s 22 or 23 BTWWWW)) I really don’t know what her deal was very much but later in this story I interrogated the guy w my roommates and apparently she’s taking a gap semester (FROM **HIGH SCHOOL**) because her parents are getting a divorce. Also, she’s not even from Shanghai, she’s from Shenyang (WAYYYY north an 19 hour drive away from Shanghai) so she was fucking. Living in his apartment room for like 2 months and they did not ask his roommates if that was ok.

This is all bad enough, but apparently about a month into dating together and living in his apparartment she started getting bored when he had classes and was out. So, instead of going out by herself, or getting a hobby, she decided to adopt a kitten! She tells the guy hey let’s adopt a kitten, he considers it for less than 15 mins and they fucking go to a cat store and adopt a kitten. When he’s about to go back to the us in 3 weeks. They post the kitten on their wechats and dress him in little clothes and stuff and do a kind of ohhh isn’t it cute that we have a kitten now bit for about 1 week (they adopted the kitten on Sunday may 19). On Tuesday may 21st, the guy decides to go traveling around southern China and leaves the kitten w the girl. On Thursday may 23rd, my roommates go to help give the kitten medicine because he had ear mites and the girl is like heyyy I actually want to go to Suzhou for like. A night. Actually scratch that like 2-3 nights. Can you take care of the kitten? She had not met my roommates previously neither had the USguy but they sure were willing to leave the kitten in our dorm room! I was out of town at the time, but when I got back on Sunday the 26th, the kitten was still in our dorm room, the girl was back, but posting herself getting cocktails and coffee on her WeChat moments having never asked once about how her kitten was doing at a strangers house. At this point my roommates and I were very worried that with how irresponsible these two had acted when it came down to it and they couldn’t take care of the kitten anymore they would just abandon him on the streets and basically leave him to die, so we staged an intervention first w the guy and then w the two of them.

When we confronted the guy, he literally blamed her for everything, saying “oh it’s his first pet” and “she has a cat at home, so I figured she knew what she was doing.” SCUMMY, but unfortunately I was not surprised because at this point to me he was the scum of the earth. When we confronted the two of them it seemed like she had actually come up with a plan on her own, to take the kitten back to her hometown w her and give him to her aunt! My roommates and I were very relieved because 1) there was finally an adult involved in this situation and 2) we definitely couldn’t take the kitten w us because of import laws and how the flight would be so long it would actually be dangerous for the kitten’s health. So the kitten was guaranteed a future with someone who seemed to actually have experience caring for animals and also care for their well-being! We ended up keeping the kitten for one more night because the 2 of them wanted to go to Disneyland, and then, on Thursday the 30th, we returned the kitten. My roommates went traveling that day for the weekend, so I had the apartment to myself. That Friday I was a bit sick so took time to recover rather than checking on the kitten. That Saturday, I went to go see how the kitten was settling in, and apply his medicine. I hung out in their apartment for like 10-15 minutes and then they were like, “oh, we have to leave to ship him to shenyang!” I was like HUH? They had somehow gotten some pet transport service to get him on a train ride to Shenyang. In retrospect, this was a pretty good thing and probably set up by the aunt (cause those 2 definitely didn’t know what they were doing) but at the time holllyyyy shit did it freak me out!!!! I was following them around their apartment as they packed asking questions like, “you’re gonna give him water for the trip, right?! Right???!!!?!!?!” And making sure they gave him more than a days worth of food so he would have food on arrival and making sure that he had a cloth in his carrier and then they were off! It was actually a good service, not the thrown into a pile of luggage and left in a dark room w no food and water that I was catastrophising about at the time but wow! Did that freak me out!!

The kitten did arrive safely in Shenyang and the two of them also went there to introduce the USguy to her family I guess??? I mean. I don’t think that the relationship will last with him going back to the US (today, Jun 8) but we’ll see! I’m still on her WeChat moments and she literally posts when she gets her period so I will keep you posted on if/when they break up!

Anyway I need to tell as many people this fucking crazy story as possible because it was stressing me out soooo bad while it happened!

i can't describe my feeling right now

[declinlalune]

Slayer Danger || Andy & Fang

TIMING: current-ish. LOCATION: downtown. PARTIES: @ronin-for-hire & @declinlalune SUMMARY: andy comes across fang on a hunt. CONTENT WARNINGS: parental death.

Andy wasn’t exactly the type to go out after dark. She knew what went bump in the night, and in a town like Wicked’s Rest, there was too much of it to ignore, even for somebody who didn’t hunt. Or more like, refused to. But her sight in the dark wasn’t as bad as a regular human’s, and so she was appreciative of that fact, even if she swore off pretty much everything else about her increased… well, abilities. She hadn’t anticipated running into anything wrong tonight. It was supposed to be simple. Pick up take out for dinner, go home. Until she heard a song of desperate pleas and then another voice. 

She had promised herself she wouldn’t get involved. Not so much out of any kind of cowardice, but more or less to keep herself out of harm’s way. She couldn’t afford a mauling like Kaden had experienced, but it was hard to ignore the person’s voice getting louder. They shouted something and another person responded in kind. Andy decided she’d veer in that direction– take a look. Only, when she turned the corner and looked down the alley, she was surprised to see the glint of what had to be silver, and a fear stricken expression of the victim. She’d just run into a hunter and their target. Shit. “What’s going on?” She spoke before she knew what she was going to say, but anything for a distraction, she decided. She held her bag of sandwiches close to her chest as she peered down the alley, eyes adjusting to the darkness just fine. 

Another night, another job. That was all there to it for Fang. As long as she was stuck in this gods-forsaken town, the slayer wasn’t going to get involved with local hunter politics and shit. All she wanted to do was save enough money to get herself back home. Of course, that was a little difficult, considering she still had rent to pay, especially after the guy who was supposed to get her back home once her mentor’s killer was dealt with suddenly up and vanished. Fang didn’t even get to avenge her mentor, as another local hunter already took care of the damned undead before she could arrive. At least she found their accomplice tonight. That should be a good thing, right? “Plead all you want, I’m sending you back to where you truly belong, monster.”

Fang’s on-the-job voice was as gruff and as deep as she could make it. Coupled with her oni facemask and the silver in her katana, the whole ensemble tended to strike fear even in her most stubborn quarries. There were a few exceptions, though: Like the younger ones that always had a quip about Japanese Batman or anime Batman or something else she didn’t even understand. Even in their deaths, they’d try to meme. This time, this one wasn’t getting that opportunity. “N-no! Please! I didn't know what they were gonna do with the old man! I swear! I was just there to feed! I was just hungry! I didn’t know who he was! If I did, I w-wouldn’t have done anything! I just don’t want to die, man!”

That’s what they always say. Fang has heard it all. If they weren’t doing it for fun, they were just doing it to survive. As nature intended? Fair enough. But the other side of this messed-up coin has to survive, too, and that must mean Fang was the weapon nature intended to ensure that these undead’s prey had a chance of surviving. Or some shit like that. Fang didn’t really care. All she cared about was her own survival. “Nothing that involves you,” Fang growled at the passerby without even turning to her, instead standing menacingly tall over the groveling vampire on their back. “My friend and I are just having…a disagreement. Go home, miss.”

I was just there to feed! I was just hungry! 

Andy had to assume this was a vampire. It could have been any other undead, but she didn’t know enough about them or their vocabulary to understand the differences. There were a handful of slayers at the hunter camps she’d been to, but more often than not, their targets were different enough that they didn’t train much together unless it was in hand-to-hand combat. Andy had learned a few things here and there, as information was useful when traded, but they weren’t her family’s main priority. 

She didn’t care about what she had learned. She had discarded it all back in Tennessee, even before she and Alex were forced to run for their lives. Andy had shed that part of herself as soon as she understood the lack of care her parents had for her sister due to her inability to keep up. Andy saw a person crouched in fear, not a monster. Even if what they said wasn’t inherently true, was it right to cut them down like this? Shouldn’t they at least be able to speak their piece? It was difficult, she realized. Because vampires were mostly aware of what they were doing. Wolves were often out of their minds when becoming destructive, unless they were pushing for violence to begin with. 

This wasn’t her fight, but she couldn’t just turn her back either. 

“A disagreement? It sounds like a lot more than just a disagreement.” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, craning her neck to get a good look at the vampire who was on his knees. “Are you okay?” Of course they weren’t, but maybe if she pissed off the slayer long enough to ask a series of questions, it’d offer the vampire an opportunity to leave. Still, she wasn’t sure how to feel about it given the fact that Andy wasn’t sure if he had actually killed anyone while feeding. 

Fang growled at the woman, turning to her in annoyance when she continued talking instead of getting out of her hair. At the sight of her, however, she had to take a quick second or two. Fang had seen a lot of pretty girls in this town, but a redhead with freckles? Now she’s seen everything. Everything gorgeous that is! She felt her heat skip a beat or two, but managed to rein herself in, growling again to resume her more hardened persona. Hard to lose that in the presence of her quarry, especially with her oni facemask on and her katana strapped to her back.

“Keep your distance,” the slayer muttered, holding out a hand as a way to keep her back, to discourage her from approaching any closer. As far as Fang knew about this town’s bloodsuckers, their so-called vampires, they’re easily tempted by the smell of warm blood. She took another quick look at the woman, just in case, eyeing her from head to toe, her eyes wandering all over her body. In search of open wounds and stuff. Yeah, that’s it. Least she wanted was to give the vampire another fresh body to ‘vamp’ over. “This…is no ordinary man.”

“P-please! I’m not like the others! I only feed on the bad ones!” The vampire turned to face Andy, her eyes pleading for mercy, though the lower half of its face was drenched in blood, crimson dripping off of its chin. Fang had found it feeding on an unconscious man in an alley, a perfect place for predator to consume its prey under the protection of shadows and the musky smell of urine. Sometimes, Fang hated having better senses than her peers. At least she thought it was better. 

Clenching her jaw, Fang wrapped her fingers around the hilt of her sword ever so tightly. Slowly, she began to remove it from its scabbard, the vampire whimpering at its impending doom. Eyes narrowed on her quarry, the slayer bid the other woman one final warning, hopeful that she would take it and go. She was too pretty to see what comes next. It wasn’t the most progressive of thoughts but that’s what you get when you get raised by her late mentor. “Go… You should go.”

The slayer was warning her against the vampire that she had cornered and Andy felt something in her twist. It was easy to act blindly when somebody thought they were doing the right thing. Andy only knew about vampires from the slayers that had attended the same camps as her, and even then, she’d felt sorry for them. They had been human once, and later made into something out of their control. Why should they be punished for it? Like all other undead, they were unjustly murdered. But did it make it okay for those same entities to do the same to others? Andy struggled with the answer, though she didn’t ask it aloud. 

The vampire’s mouth was covered in blood– Andy could see it under the pitiful night sky, clouds above them, their weight in condensation threatening to pour down at any moment. Andy wanted to help the vampire, but how could she do so if she didn’t know the details? The slayer drew their sword out and she heard the sound of flesh ripping against itself as the blade was removed. The slayer told her to leave again and Andy thought to do so, but the look in the vampire’s eye– she couldn’t just leave it, even if it had hurt someone. 

“You don’t have to do this,” Andy murmured, voice barely cutting through the darkness. “It doesn’t need to be like this. You can…” Can, what? Andy wasn’t sure how to get through to the slayer. She knew that she was an oddity, all things considered. She had rejected hunting the moment she understood what it was, and being in a situation where she could think for herself due to the traumas experienced, she had turned a blind eye to revenge, to continue the cycle. But Andy knew that if it weren’t this vampire, it would just be another. But Andy could maybe help this one. “Just this once. Forget about it, let her go.” 

Fang considered the attractive woman’s words. Forget about it, about all this? Let it go? Let the asshole who helped kill her mentor go? Just like that? Yeah, right… The slayer had traveled through oceans, through cities, to avenge the old man, left the only life she’d ever known behind, and risked everything she had and she was in this new world. She had to make numerous sacrifices, including parts of herself and a future away from this life. So many nights soaked in tears and blood and pain.

But it was all worth it, for the old man wasn’t just her mentor. He was like a second father to Fang. He didn’t need to adopt her all those years ago, to teach her the ways of the hunter, to gift her all that she needed to come to terms with her parents’ deaths at these monsters’ hands or claws or tentacles. He could have just left her to rot in an orphanage in a foreign land, forever a victim, a survivor, of forces she would never understand, for reasons she would never comprehend. He deserved better than to get killed by some gaijin vamp and left to die on the cold, empty streets of midnight Ginza. 

“Just this once…” Fang muttered as she slowly returned the sword to its scabbard, her hand steady, though her heartbeat was erratic. At this, the blood-soaked vampire heaved a sigh of relief. Live to see another day, yeah? Or another night? Well, not live live, per se. More like unlive, but that’s not an actual word is it? But just this once, right? And just like that… The slayer suddenly, and swiftly, slashed the creature’s neck, decapitating it in one fluid motion, its darkened, rotten blood spraying all over the street, as the blade was then swung against the air in the opposite direction, removing as much of the vampire’s blood on it through sheer momentum, before it was return to its sheath. 

Just this once… Fang gave mercy to a loathed enemy in the form of a quick, painless death. She closed her eyes, took a deep breathe, and turned to the woman one final time. “Forget about it,” she muttered before she started to walk away, in the opposite direction from her. “It’s gone.” And so, too, should she.

For a brief moment, Andy saw her father in place of the slayer. Instead of a katana, it was a knife, and instead of a vampire, it was a harmless beast she had been ordered to kill but hadn’t been able to follow through on. The slayer’s hesitance, for only a second, had been sidled with a sort of hopefulness, but it shattered the moment that the woman raised the sword, cutting clear across the vampire’s throat. The noise it made was sickening, and bile rose up her throat. 

She half-expected to see her father then, too, with an unwavering gaze from unseeing eyes. But the body turned to ash almost instantly and Andy was left behind with it, only a few feet away as the slayer sheathed her weapon and retreated. The sound of her footsteps akin to that of a war horse. She was close enough to grab. 

Andy whirled around, staring at the woman’s back. “Why? Why can’t you people just—“ forgive. Not everyone was like her. Not everyone had been forced into adulthood at an early age; though she could guess that this woman had been, only in a way that was fundamentally different than her own. She grit her teeth and looked behind her towards the pile of ash. “She begged you, and you still killed her anyway.” It was a series of complicated feelings that began to filter through her, and she wasn’t sure how to identify them or how to separate them. She couldn’t understand, but at the same time, that was why a part of her wanted to believe that the slayer had been in the right. This was not her battle, but it still didn’t sit right with her. 

Fang should have just left already. She could have, but the moment was too raw, too soon, and she was still lingering on thoughts of unresolved vengeance for her late mentor’s death. You people? The slayer barely considered herself a person anymore. If she ever was, the person she had been died with her parents all those years ago. What her late mentor saved, what the old man trained, it wasn’t her anymore, it wasn’t a person anymore, it was just a shell of her former self, a remnant of what she could have been, a weapon meant only to kill. 

But did Fang want to turn out like this? To lose her humanity, her childhood, her entire life, so she could go around saving ungrateful strangers from the monsters they didn’t even know existed? Hell, no. Putting down abominations might be cool to some, on paper, but she’d trade this life for a chance to stay as boring as possible with her mom and dad. She’d endure getting chased with a slipper or a clothes hanger, and even suffering the Asian parents stereotype of being “forced” to play the piano or violin and getting good grades and being a doctor or engineer, than being out here every god-forsaken night, hunting down disgusting nightmare fuel so she can pay her shitty rent. She’d rather be Eddie Huang than Asian Batgirl.

“It was mercy,” Fang growled without looking back at the woman. She wanted to make it suffer, the same way she had when it helped kill her mentor, the same way the old man did when his life was cut short in a dirty, empty street like he was nothing more than a rabid animal, like he was one of them. If Fang herself was one of them, would become one of them, she believed a quick death would be better than continuing on as a mindless monster that would kill to survive. Ironic, considering she was technically one, but she was oblivious to that fact. “It won’t harm anyone else. It won’t kill anyone else.” 

If Fang believed in life ever after, the promised paradise, she would say it was now in a better place. But she didn’t.

It was mercy. 

Andy wasn’t sure how much of that was true. She didn’t know a whole lot about the undead, only about what it took to kill them. She didn’t like thinking about it, because unlike the beasts she’d been taught to hunt, more typically it was a human face staring back at her. She couldn’t understand how that would make it any easier for anyone. In fact, it made her feel ill. 

“How? Where?” Her voice shook slightly and she watched the woman from behind, taking in the frame of her body, committing it to memory so that if perhaps she saw somebody with the same stature later, she could tell her friends to watch out. It was hard to trust that a hunter of one specificity wouldn’t go after another individual just because of the rumored hurt they may cause. 

“They,” Andy quickly interjected, “won’t, because now they’re dead.” It was easy to put herself in the shoes of those who still hunted. Of those who believed their actions to be the rightful ones. Not because she agreed with them in the slightest, but because it was all she’d ever seen be put on display. It was the only thing she could remember about her parents, and she detested them for it. “They begged you not to, but you still did it, anyway.” She wondered if their last words would haunt the woman, or if she would sleep peacefully knowing she’d put down another supposed monster. Andy tensed slightly, hands curling into fists. “I could pretend to understand that you thought you were doing the right thing, but I’m not sure I can do even that.” Maybe it wasn’t the smartest thing to piss off a slayer, especially when she didn’t personally know them.

“But sure, it’s none of my business. People being murdered in the street. What if you had gotten it wrong?” She thought about the vampire and the way they had pleaded with the slayer, of how she had begged to be understood. “What if there was some truth to her words? What then?” 

Fang paused. For a moment, she thought about explaining herself, about how she knew the monster she just ended personally, about how she had been tracking it for months, every night she could since she left Japan for this god-awful town with these dangerously bleeding hearts. She thought about arguing that it was more efficient to slay the monsters to keep the innocent people safe, as her late mentor used to say, the same mentor the monster she just ended had a hand in putting down, but then again, she didn’t even believe that herself. At least not anymore. 

There were no longer innocent people, according to Fang. Everyone was capable of sin, however way you perceive sin, and therefore didn’t deserve protecting. Not like one should an innocent child. Everyone can protect themselves these days. Can die for all she cared, too. Not unless they had money to pay for her skills, for her training, for her sword. Same could be said for the strange woman crying over some monster who’ve killed more than she probably knew. What point would there be in arguing then? 

“Then don’t,” Fang growled again. “Forget it. Forget me. Forget any of this ever happened. My business in this town is done. What your monsters took from me… Months don’t get anything wrong. This town is cursed.” The slayer heaved a sigh of relief, as if a massive weight was lifted from her shoulders, before she continued walking away.

Andy’s frown deepened as the woman continued to walk away. It was clear there’d be no getting through to her. Maybe it was a little stupid, putting herself in the position she was, especially because most hunters didn’t take kind to those who no longer practiced the lifestyle. But this woman didn’t know her, and she could come across easily as a concerned citizen. She forced her gaze forward, not wanting to look back at the pile of ash that had become the woman begging for her life. 

As the slayer spoke, Andy found herself rigid. She knew the types of things that could take. All her life, things had been taken, but she still had Alex. What if this had been a ranger? And a wolf at the end of the narrow alleyway begging for their life? It wasn’t any different than the reality, because at the end of the day, these were people, not just what they’d been made into. Andy scoffed at the woman’s attempt to gain understanding from her. “Sure, I’ll forget it all. Don’t worry about it.” It wasn’t like she could call anyone on the slayer, but at least now she knew who to be wary of. Even if she hadn’t shown her face, Andy was sure she’d remember the voice.