#also where are u going to find identical twins?

[rise-deepseamonster]

CRUEL PRINCE IS BECOMING A MOVIE

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[shadow4-1]

Your hubby let u sleep with his friends ??? okkk girll i see you living the life we all want too (share ur secrets😣)

Oops I forgot I said that. Well...yes it's true. I've slept with a handful of my husband's friends (all of it was talked about beforehand, planned out, etc.)

Both my husband and I are bisexual. All of his friends he's had for years - since they were babies pretty much. They're all exceptionally close and they've experimented a lot together before I ever even came into the picture.

Besides my husband, none of them have girlfriends or wives (they're all in their late 20s now). I used to think it was a red flag but now I just realize they're all just tied to each other and fulfil their emotional needs that way. In fact, two of them are identical twins. They were suspicious when they met me at first (but after I witnessed a couple of them kissing my husband, let's just say they quickly came to realize I was definitely the girl for him).

(This picture is almost 10 years old. That's my husband in the blue jacket with half his friend group. We went out to a club, so all of us were piss drunk in the back of that taxi.)

Now, I'm not going to generalize Scottish men/people. I'm just going to give ya'll a rundown on what I've learned/observed over my multiple trips to Scotland. I've noticed that they tend to -

- Be chivalrous. Not a single guy I met (husband or otherwise) was rude or didn't use his manners the whole time I was there. And if they were amongst friends they had no issue with calling each other out for their bad behavior. Now that, that was nice to see. (So, yes, Soap's definitely has his manners and knows how to follow decorum well.)

- Be loud. Almost every man I met was boisterous and bright. Even the quiet ones (once I got them to talk) were animated. The culture over there is different than America (where I'm from), everyone seems to know everyone. So no one is seemingly scared of "strangers", they're usually pretty curious. (So, yes, Soap's talkative and interesting personality checks out.)

- Fight. Now, this one is because I spent a lot of time in bars. Again, unlike America, it's different. They don't carry guns (maybe a knife but even that's not the norm). Usually it's just a lot of posturing, yelling, and intimidation. But, if they actually decide to swing, usually the crowd will break it up and/or throw them outside. Fighting over there is kind of seen as a necessary evil. (So, yes, when they say Soap is a bit of a hot head and hops into fights I can definitely confirm it.)

- Welcome with open arms. I'm a plus size POC and most of the people you'll find in Scotland are Caucasian. You'd think there'd be some friction between me and the locals, but no. Not once was I ever treated unfairly by anyone. In fact, people loved to chat with me. I spent a lot of my time talking with strangers. (So, yes, Soap not batting an eye at Ghost and his ridiculous get up is on brand. He cares much more about getting to know the person underneath.)

I could go on. Maybe one day I'll be able to live my retirement years in Scotland. It's beautiful and green and walkable. Also they have Irn Bru, Jammie Dodgers, and my absolute favorite - Bairns Sausage Rolls. I'd immigrate just for those haha!

So yeah, I know a think or two, and Soap is a pretty great Scottish representation in my opinion. My husband is indifferent to him but maybe it's because he seems the similarities haha. If you want to hear more about my trysts I have no problem sharing! I've seen a lot and done alot in my short time here on Earth and trust me when I say I'm not stopping anytime soon! 😂

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Hola, I'm back for more food. Can I request a poly sbg (again.) with a fem reader who is like Wonyoung from Ive (and she's an undercover singer and they all find out because they searched up her group name because they heard people *cough cough *Barron* talking about her (yummy)

CLANDESTINE | sbg gang X wonyoung!reader | m. list

tw. none/barron the stank 🤮🤮

a/n. ew barron mentioned smh!! 🙀 also i know i did this very late but uh here u go 🐢🐢,, i think it'll be a oneshot mixed w some drabbles too cuz!!

a/n#2. also new style?! 🗣️ enjoy btw!!

Being a conspiratorial idol is a struggle ━━━ for the most part of studying at a school where some ruckus or tumult occuring most of the time, a majority of times, you'd have to wear a mask when you're not that congenial nor cozy in public, although as luck would have it, you're glad none of your friends at least knew your whole idol type of experience neither your existence as an artist. thence, you're pretty much at ease hanging around them, so you wouldn't really wear your mask on.

Until a fucking guy named “Barron” whom supposedly the school's trouble maker and a mass shitty manipulator ━━━ was talking about your whole secret identity with his friends or other schoolfellows in the corridors, they were crowding the confined hallway until you came making everyone proceed to you, presumably asking for an autograph, picture, etc. though everyone eventually stopped when a schoolmaster came in your way. you expected your group of friends to be here early than you yet your expectations failed to avail. at least for you.

The following day came, you were slightly overwhelmed or easily agitated, all owing to the fact yesterday and mostly Barron. and there he was again, talking about you for the fact that he still continued till now, and shit you were literally about to throw hands for that guy until Taylor suprised you from behind, and it added MORE problems to your mind, one, your circle of friends might hear what that boy is talking about, two, they might hate you for hiding it from them, three, they'll leave you forever leaving no friends which is pretty much a skill issue, four you'll become depressed over a simple problem which is huge to you.

Nonetheless, by good fortune, class had already started as your schoolmates passed by to their classrooms along with Barron to say the least.

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"anyone else find [name] acting completely different till yesterday?" taylor questioned the group with a hint of concern in her voice. "yeah, she seems... dull. from my point of view to say the least of it." taylor's other twin responded with a compact shrug, earning a glance from others. "maybe some problems at home?" logan muttered, placing his palm under his jaw, "nah, her fam is fine." the blonde spoke confidently, leaning back on his seat, "how are you so sure? i mean, you're not that close to her either—", "asked their parents, they're all in good terms lol"

"you can't just question her parents without her knowledge—", "already did" the boy grinned insolently while he scrolled through his rectangular device, receiving a dagger from tyler as he looked back at the group.

"i did hear something about her from Barron," Ashlyn pressed a few buttons from her device before revealing a group of people, "plus there's this one girl who exactly looks like her", "or maybe [name]'s face card is too powerful?—" , "nope, this exactly looks like [name]. you can't change my mind" Tyler debated, looking fixedly at Ashlyn's phone.

"she looks nice" ben wrote on a pad of paper, receiving a small nod from others. "but why would she hide it from us though?" the deep brown haired girl was baffled, her face scrunched up. "maybe because she doesn't have confidence in us? i don't know" the copper hair coloured girl breathed heavily to show disappointment. "okay, let's just pretend we don't know any information we just acknowledge because—" taylor explained until she was cut by a notification from the gc, along with the other people from her group. nevertheless, there revealed a picture of [name] in her artist or idol form, in addition of aiden's message; "this u? loll".

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated!!!! <33

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Adopt-A-Jophiel Part 2

Past =-= Next

Author's note: The wonderful @egrets-not-regrets and I collaborated and wrote this part of Jophiel's story in Mermay, where Erriox and Lenora meet and adopt my Primaris Blood Angel Jophiel. Thanks to @egrets-not-regrets for allowing me to borrow the pair of cuties and collaborating on this fic with me! If you haven't already, please go check out @egrets-not-regrets writing they are very good at it! Thank you for @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric. Also thanks to @kit-williams for letting me borrow Roland and Arnault, they are more mentioned than here. So this is going to be a three parter.

Summary: Jophiel gets to know Lenora, Erriox and gets more help and meets Lenora's Gannet Cousins who just adore him. He learns of ways to change his looks to not look like an identical twin to his dead Primarch.

Warnings: Some negative self talk. No others? Let me know if I need to add more.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k, @ms--lobotomy @bispecsual @thevoidscreams

The day Erriox is to meet Jophiel almost seems to sneak up on them. Jophiel was happy, he’d gotten some excellent fish on the hunt and he’s hoping to share some of them with Lenora as thanks for all that she’s done for him. He’s glad that he ended up on Ancient Terra, he’s learned so much about a lot of different things. He’s humming softly to himself as he checks the skies and his eyes go to the water briefly as he chirps out a hello call to Lenora and flies up to meet her.

“Good morning Lenora,” He says brightly, a lot happier and brighter eyed than when they’d first met. “I got some extra fish on the hunt with Auntie Mara and Layla- and salted them if you’d like to have some of it for yourself.”

He almost doesn’t notice the arrival of the older Astartes. Almost. Lenora and Jophiel had flown and landed on the beach as they discussed terms of trade on his salted fish that he’d caught when he spots the Traitor Marine. In a blur of movement faster than either Lenora or Erriox could catch, he very gently scoops up Lenora and moves her to a safer- and farther inland position before he moves towards the older Astartes with his wings puffed up and he hisses at Erriox. 

“Leave this place traitor!” He spits out, all aggression and Big Scary Fluffing of his wings. His teeth bared and sharp as his wings block Erriox’s view of Lenora.

Lenora has been so kind and patient with him. He will protect her from the treacherous predations of this Iron Warrior! His wings have lifted up and spread out, mantling and fluffing to make him as large as possible as he lets out loud, warning calls. He hadn’t realized that any of his older brothers were so nearby otherwise he’d have moved locations and sent her a message.

“Calm down, Jophiel! It’s fine, Fledgling!” Lenora calls out as she swoops down in front of the defensive Primaris mer, much to his surprise and dismay. 

“What are you doing? Get behind me!” Jophiel hisses to her.

Lenora laughs, shaking her head and continues walking to meet with the Iron Traitor, “This is Erriox, he is my mate. I’m sure I told you about him.”

“You neglected to tell me what he was!” Jophiel protests while his brain catches up to the rest of her sentence, his wings slowly de-mantling and his wings settling on his back as he tilts his head from side to side as he tries to wrap the concept of an Astartes having a Mate with someone. “W-wait you said Mate? There is such a thing?”

As Jophiel eyes the Iron Traitor, who, so far hasn’t tried to hiss, growl or attack him yet. Only has a vaguely amused expression on his face, that only grows more pronounced the longer Jophiel tilts his head at them from side to side in confusion. He knew that mortal beings usually found a mate to bond with, but this was a surprisingly hard concept for him to grasp that First Born Astartes could find and bond with mortals like this. As he looks over the Iron Traitor carefully he notes the lack of Chaos Taint and Mutations that most Iron Traitors have. From the form of armor that he has, he’s been in service since before the Heresy. The venomous spines that the Iron Warrior has on his fins and the colors seem familiar. Some of his fellow Primaris Marines have a lot more yellow and black stripes than others. His is far more subtle and he slowly starts to calm down.

“Have you stared long enough to satisfy your curiosity, scout?” Erriox calls out, amusement tinging his voice. 

Lenora joins his side, apologizing quietly, “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t think he would react that strongly to you.” 

The Iron Warrior mer nuzzles his mate and purrs reassuringly, “It’s fine. You didn’t know.” He knew Astartes from the Fourth legion aren’t necessarily well received, be they Loyalists or not, considering their heavy involvement in Horus’ betrayal. 

Jophiel knew that there were some Social Interaction Things he should be doing. Perhaps he should apologize to the Iron Warrior for hissing and showing him a threat display? His training as a Primaris Marine is roaring in his head that he should attack the Traitor. But- his training also notes that he doesn’t have any Chaos Taint. And, even though he’s thoroughly limited in what he can use and do with his Psykery, he can sense that the Iron Warrior isn’t Chaos Tainted, or hiding that he’s Corrupted by The Four.

“I go by Jophiel,” Jophiel offers the Iron Warrior, “what’s your name?”

“Erriox. What time are you from?” His hand still resting against the harpy’s back. 

“I am from M42, the Primaris Marine Rollout happened two years ago.” Jophiel replies.

“I am from M31.” Jophiel relaxes as his guess was correct. 

Erriox looks up and down at the Primaris marine, quietly assessing him. Jophiel knows what that look means as he stands at attention and awaits his elder cousin's judgment. Jophiel is also quietly assessing Erriox. His elder cousin had the typical First Born Iron Warrior traits and colors.

The much larger Primaris was young, so much younger than he had expected. Outside of the obvious Blood Angel traits, Erriox also notices the venomous spines in the primaris marine’s fins and their faint yellow and black striping. He asks Jophiel, “Outside of Sanguinius, who else contributed to your gene-seed?”

“The Mechanicus, who created the first generation of Primaris Marines, uses a blend of gene-seed from all of the nine Holy Primarchs.” Jophiel reports, it is said as a statement he's been told all his life.

Imperial revisionism has a history that is a Lie about the number of Primarchs to all but the most senior of people within the Imperium. Not that Jophiel knows that as he blinks at Erriox the elder cousin guilelessly.

Nine Primarchs? Erriox guesses that it would be the ones who stayed loyal to the Imperium, but why would Jophiel show Iron Warrior traits then? He knew his gene-father had become a traitor long before the creation of these marines. 

While the Mechanicus knows that they use both Traitor and Loyalist gene-seed in making the Primaris Marines. The Primaris Marines only learn of the Traitor gene-seed within themselves later, after it shows itself in ability or colorations. The Mechanicus had the resources of having Traitor gene-seed in stock to help with the creation of the Primaris, if they only used loyal gene-seed then there would not be as many. Besides, the strengths given to the Primaris by having Loyalist and Traitor gene-seed within them speaks of impressive results that purely Loyalists or Traitor gene-seed lacks. This is knowledge known only to some of the highest echelon of the Imperium. It had taken time and testing to see which ones produced the best results to have Hybrid Vigor, and what needed to be added to stave off hybrid breakdown. They only have so much precious gene-seed, using Traitor gene-seed is a matter of practicality. It's not spoken of out loud, otherwise the Imperial Regent would be duty bound to murder Belisarius Cawl for his Heresy.

“Scout. Do you know who else contributed to your gene-stock?” Erriox repeated, “Or do you not want to know?”

“Knowledge of self means further ability to master one's self,” Jophiel replies. “I would like to know, sir.”

He braces himself for the knowledge, suspecting what Erriox is going to say, but wants confirmation either way.

Satisfied with Jophiel’s answer, Erriox explains, “You have Iron Warrior in you. The venomous spines in your fins and their yellow and black striping are trademarks within our legion.”

Lenora, who had been quiet until now, let out a pleased trill, “I thought he had traits like yours, Erriox.”

Her mate chuckled, “I can see why your gannet cousins called him your son.”

At the mention of the gannet harpies, Jophiel remembers that they did call him “Lenora’s boy” or  “Lenora’s fledgling”, or the even more embarrassing, “Lenora’s secret lovechild”, among all the other pet names they gave him. Not that he minded too much. Lenora had really taken him under her wing and treated him as one of her own after all. And to be fair, he feels more at ease with the harpies than he is with other Astartes-mers. At least he won’t drive them mad with his cursed looks and he could stretch his wings freely when around them. After seeing the older Iron Warrior mer, he kind of understands the lovechild nickname, but he could really do without it though.

Over the next several weeks, Jophiel and Erriox get to know each other as their schedules permit. Since Jophiel isn’t known to any of the Astartes-Mer shoals or pods, he didn’t have duty tasks, merely helping out the more mortal beings around him with various tasks. Fetching various things, lifting or moving very large and/or heavy objects. Listening to Erriox’s stories about his new shoal of brothers and cousins.

“Are all of the brothers in the shoal you are in currently from Older times or are some of them from M42 as well?” Jophiel asks as he fiddles with a block of wood he was carving into a statue that he’d trade some Raven Harpies for some of their Shinies that some of his Aunties had their eye on, but hadn’t had the chance to get a trade for. It was one of their birthdays coming up and he’s hoping to get the trinket for her as a gift. 

“Most of my new shoal are from all across the fraggen timeline in the ‘future’ from this era’s point of view,” Erriox says as he scratches his cheek as he thinks about what the others have said about when and where they were from before coming here, “Some are from as far back as the unification of Terra, to as late as M41.987… If you joined our shoal, you’d be from the furthest in the timeline in M42.”

Jophiel’s glances at Erriox before concentrating on his carving that he’s carefully making as he thinks over the older mer’s offer. He’d been a bit surprised that Erriox had offered a spot in his shoal, despite them being from different gene-lines. Erriox had asked him point blank if he was ever going to join one of the Blood Angel Shoals, or a successor chapter of the Blood Angels any time soon and he’d shrunk in on himself and shook his head.

“No- my… I… do you know what happens if… if a Blood Angel gains wings like these?” Jophiel asks as he gestures to his wings uncomfortably, “Or any other Son of Sanguinius? Especially after the Fall and Death of our Gene-father at the hands of the Arch Traitor may his name be stricken from the memory of all and may he rot in the eternal Four Hells and be torturously eaten for all eternity…”

He blinks and shakes himself out of the tangent he’d gotten lost in and tilts his head at Erriox waiting for the other to answer his question, curious to see what the other new about the… Peculiarities of the Ninth Legion. Jophiel heard from older brothers that certain… genetic flaws and weaknesses of the gene-line weren’t as well known, or reported on in the days before the Heresy… but he found that a bit hard to believe.

“I can’t say I know much about the Ninth Legion,” Erriox replies, other than the stories he’s heard and the rumors that he’s been told. 

They’d been once called the Revenant legion, and had been hideously brutal before their Gene-father had taken over. They still were very… visceral in the ways that they fought, but had gotten a more civilized edge, with their Gene-sire’s involvement with the development in their subculture.

Jophiel takes a deep breath, part of him his screeching that he shouldn’t say anything, but Erriox is an older brother, not just an older cousin. Besides… he’s grown to trust Erriox somewhat. So he explains what he’s been told has happened when a Son of Sanguinius gains the madness-inflicting Angel Wings of their Father. How those that fall for the Trap believe him to Be the Primarch of the Ninth Legion Reborn. It doesn’t work on all of them, and thus those that don’t fall for the madness, resentment mounts and a Schism happens in the chapter, between those that fall for the Pretty Lie, and those that see The Hard Truth. It ends in near total destruction, or complete destruction of the chapter, and the death of the one with wings. It’s a brutal, tragic story that’s happened more than once to various chapters and companies that have the gene-seed of the Ninth Legion. Jophiel always had the wings, rather than them suddenly appearing on his back. He’d also been… blessed? With the ability to touch the Warp and had been taught how to use it. Back in M42 most of what he uses his Psyker powers mainly for is to hide his wings from the sight of others, not wanting to cause insanity and deaths of countless brothers, both First Born and Primaris at the sight of his wings.

“It’s another reason why I keep my hair short,” Jophiel says with a grimace, “I.. The Blood Angels and our Successor Chapters tend to resemble our Holy Primarch a lot more than most other gene-line Chapters do, but I really don’t want to tempt fate by having my hair long.”

He’s thought of taking a weapon to his face- and just ensuring he has a unique scar to mark him from the Holy Primarch’s look. He’d almost done it once, but his brother-cousin Cedric had found him before he’d managed to do that… and the young Apothecary had been So Pissed at him, and had made Jophiel promise not to hurt himself like that. Ever. He’d promised Cedric that he wouldn’t, and Cedric’s eagle-eyed gaze had sharply followed him for a few months, back when they were training on Mars for a while, before the Apothecary had decided he could trust Jophiel’s words. He continues to carve the statue and keeps an eye on Erriox’s reaction to what he’s said. He’s carving an intricate statue of a bird in flight. Also, if he manages to carve it right, it could also be used as a whistle to call prey-birds close to the person who uses it.

Erriox mulls over what his younger brother told him. In some ways it seems hard to believe, but what Jophiel said also matched with the rumors he had previously heard from older Iron Warrior veterans. The early IXth legion had fought battles alongside the IVth, taking on the shitty jobs of purging and bringing the backwater worlds to heel, before the Sanguinius appeared. They were said to be plagued by some genetic curse that caused their legion to be distrusted then. Erriox wasn’t sure what exactly the curse was, but he knew it made them lose control. And among the “newer” Blood Angel cousins, it sounds like a similar curse or a modified version of the old genetic curse remains within their gene-seed. Jophiel is a Blood Angel, and given how wary and at times, almost fearful of himself, it gave Erriox little reason to not believe him. Lenora had talked about how hard it was to get the Scout-ling to open up at the beginning. It was as if he wanted help, but is too scared to seek it from the wrong people. 

“Now that I know more about the other gene-seed traits that I have,” Jophiel says after a few moments of quiet. “I wonder if… if there is a way to enhance the Iron Warrior traits within me? I’d look at least less Blood Angel and perhaps more of an Iron Warrior. Some of my fellow Primaris have more of the Iron Warrior look about them, now that I know what that gene-line looks like. At least my version of the Red Thirst isn’t as strong as some of my fellow Primaris. The Black Rage is something that can be triggered in any of the gene-line of Sanguiniuis.”

"I don't know if that's possible, or how it would work," Erriox says, "Such genetic tinkering and Psykery is beyond me. There aren't many Primaris Marines, or at least few that I know or have heard of. You are the first of the Primaris Marines that I've met."

Jophiel listens to what Erriox says, slumping a little as he continues to carve out the statue-whistle. Erroix thinks for a few moments, "I do know a couple of Thousand Sons Sorcerer Types who owe me a few favors, well, more accurately, my Shoal knows some and has some Favors that we can cash in with them."

Jophiel tenses and looks up at Erroix and asks, "Are they Loyalist, Renegade or Traitor?" 

At the last word he hissed and his wings flared. 

“At ease, Scoutling.” Erriox calmly ordered. 

“Yes sir!” He snaps to attention, as his training takes over. His older cousin blinks, never had a younger brother reacted this strongly and with such swiftness at being so formal? No, formal wasn’t the right word for it. With such swift obedience that his gene-father would be proud of. It was strange to see it here in Ancient Terra. 

Jophiel took a couple of deep breaths and calmed himself and waited for Erriox's response. He was taught that he shouldn’t question Orders, and that he should Obey the Older Brothers and Cousins, because they know better, being so much more experienced, than he is. He shouldn’t have been so hissy with Erriox. Who’s been so patient and kind with him. He knows he shouldn’t push his luck. But Chaos Filth and Renegade Bastards get his temper up fast. It was something he is always working on. Controlling his temper.

Erriox has been, no, he is, so indulgent with him, even with his fuck ups, he’d only ordered him to be at ease. Rather than immediately starting to punish him for being Rude or Stubborn. The Primaris Marines were trained with Obedience and Adherence to Hierarchy a lot more than the First Born, for many reasons that the Mechanicum never told the Primaris Marines. He keeps his words locked behind his teeth, wondering what sort of punishment Erriox will hand out to him. He’d been out of line, after all. After he’s properly punished he wonders what sort of apology the older Astartes-mer will want  from him as recompense for his misbehavior.

And nothing… happened. Only that Erriox waited for him to calm down and fold his wings in again. Jophiel mumbles out an embarrassed apology.

He'd heard from the older Astartes-mer that there is an Alliance between all three factions in the larger pods. But knowing and understanding are two different things. His training and his hearts hurt from thinking that traitors and renegades could ever keep their end of the bargain. He worried that those Traitors and Renegades were only feigning compliance until they could have a better position to murder and make them all suffer. It's what traitors and renegades do after all. Erriox had given him a stern look and had told him of what he could report if he saw... Chaos Shenanigans, as those did happen when the Chaos Traitor Bastards decided to do something Foolish and/or Stupid with the Warp and try to cause no end of suffering. 

“They are Renegades, though it is up to you if you want to subject yourself to their sorcery.” Erriox replied. He paused as another thought came to him, “You can also consider subjecting yourself to harpy magic. Some of their magic can be applied on other species, like their healing magic, as an example. Lenora and the gannet harpies would know more about it.”

With Jophiel’s wings, Erriox guessed that harpy magic may work more effectively in changing their appearance. And given the Primaris marine’s reaction to even the words “Renegade” and “Chaos”, turning to the harpies for help is probably a viable alternative. 

Jophiel was very hesitant and reluctant to go near other mer-astartes. Knowing that they are Renegade Thousand Sons makes him even less willing to go near them. He does brighten at the thought of asking for help from Lenora and some of the gannet harpies with changing his looks to something less cursed. It was a start, at least. And likely far less dangerous and costly than using a Renegade Warp Sorcerer on Ancient Terra, where their warp-craft is far harder to use and costs so much more to use even the smallest fractions of power.

“I think I'd like to talk to Lenora and some of her cousins to see what they can do to help me first before…” He pauses, taking in a deep breath trying to quell his emotions, “before… going to one of the Warp Sorcerers.”

Erriox nodded, “You know where to find them.”

“Yes sir,” Jophiel says with a nod, “Although, I’m trying to figure out what would be suitable gifts or trade for their help I should bring…”

The older mer hummed thoughtfully, “You mentioned that you were looking for shinies for them?”

He nods, “I’ve been making things, and doing work in exchange for shinies, but I don’t think I have enough yet.”

Jophiel has a small satchel full of Shiny rocks, he’d been collecting sea glass, among other very pretty rocks that he’s found. He brings out the  As well as trading for some bits of jewelry. He’s glad for his armor and ability to withstand the Void Sea- as he’s found and carefully cracked open pearl oysters to collect several dozen pearls in a wide variety of colors and shapes. He’s also acquired some mother-of-pearl that he’s carefully harvested and gently polished until it was pearlescent and shiny. He grabs the satchel and rifles through it a little bit before holding it out for Erriox to assess the value of. 

The Iron Warrior mer gives him a small grin, “That is more than enough for your trade. These are not shinies that the gannet harpies can acquire easily. Though it is more likely that the gannets will ask for you to spend more time with them. They had been pestering Lenora about you.”

“Oh?” Jophiel asks, slightly alarmed, but mostly flustered in a happy sort of way. “I didn’t realize they missed me so much.”

“The gannets tend to get attached to those they consider their own relatively quickly.” Erriox shrugged. 

“I have grown fond of them,” Jophiel admits to his older brother a little sheepishly, “they are… a bit Much at times, but they are kind, warm, and friendly.”

Erriox only chuckles. 

Jophiel finds himself back once more at the gannet harpies’ rock. After letting himself be subjected to the harpies’ enthusiastic greetings and adoring attention, he pulls aside his ‘auntie’ Mara, one of the older gannets on the rock. 

She looks at the large mer fondly, “You want to ask me about something, Fledgling?”

“Yes Auntie Mara,” Jophiel blinks and nods, he wonders how she can tell that he wants to ask her something, but he guesses it’s likely due to her greater life experience and knowledge of how other beings around her work. “I was wondering if you, or someone, or maybe more than one person? I’m not sure how Harpy magic works-”

Oh Throne, he’s rambling. He needs to get to the point, “I-I was wondering if you knew of someone who can help me- or anyone else, with permanently changing one’s appearance.”

The gannet harpy listens patiently, before sighing, “Now why would you want to change your appearance? You have such beautiful wings.”

He flinches, he hates it when people comment on his wings, “They are a curse that can, has and will drive other Mer-astartes of my gene-line to murderous madness if they see them.”

He’s completely and utterly serious. He’s been told anecdotal stories of what happens when Blood Angels, or those of the other successor chapters of the Ninth Legion gain wings and their brothers learn of it. It ends in copious amounts of blood, tears, death, and culling.

Mara considers his words carefully before asking, “Is it the sight of your wings that drives others mad or the fact that they are large white wings that is triggering this madness?”

“It’s a combination of the color, size and my face and hair,” Jophiel says after struggling for a few moments before, talking, in general terms, about The Black Rage and The Red Thirst and how the Death of Their Gene-Sire affected the Ninth Legion, no matter what age and Era they are from.

“That is troublesome indeed.” She nods. 

Jophiel nods, it’s one of the reasons why he keeps his hair cut so short. Why he avoids most mer-astartes aside from Erriox. Erriox, Jophiel’s hoping he’s convinced not to say anything, but other mer-astartes? They might assume he’s someone he’s not. And if they don’t think he’s his gene-sire they will gossip about the Blood Angel with The Great Angel’s rarest blessing. And thus, stir up the madness in the ninth legion. At least there are Blood Angels from eras Before the Horus Heresy. They were… more stable? Sort of. Then Blood Angels created during and post-Heresy. They only had the Red Thirst to deal with.

“Unfortunately there is nothing to permanently change one’s appearance, short of permanently mutilating ourselves.” Mara says. Jophiel’s wings droop as the thought of possibly having to ask the Renegade Warp Sorcerers sink in. 

The gannet harpy nudges him gently, “Don’t look so glum, fledgling. There are other temporary ways of changing your appearance that would last a fairly long time so long as you are diligent in its maintenance.”

That made the despondent mer feel a little better. Mara smiles as she explains, “You can change the shape and color of your wings, and possibly your hair. While it is not ideal as you will be damaging your flight feathers, you can use a blade to shape the edges of your wings.” 

She opened her wings, long and tapered, “Since you have larger broader wings, you can, to some degree, make them more tapered like mine. However, I can’t make mine look like yours for obvious reasons.”

“Another option is to change the color of your wings.” Mara turns to rummage through a nearby chest of supplies and pulls out a covered urn and places it in the mer’s hands, “This ointment is a mix of harpy magic and ingredients that we use to change the color of our feathers. It also has the same waterproofing quality to it as our normal oils. For us, it lasts about six months before reapplication is required. Only if you regularly preen and waterproof your feathers. Otherwise, reapplication sooner might be needed.”

Jophiel opens the urn and nearly recoils from the strong odor. The old gannet harpy laughs, “Yes, you should remember to apply it in an open area with ample sunlight. The light will help cure the color onto your feathers. And that also will help with the smell. You should have someone with you to help you with both shaping and coloring to make things easier.”

“Also, a little goes a long way.” She reminds him. 

“Is there something you want in trade for this Auntie?” Jophiel asks gently cradling the container closer, he’ll learn to withstand the smell if it helps him not look like a dead Holy Primarach. “A-and could you help me apply the ointment for the first time, please?”

Mara taps the ground in front of her with a webbed foot, “You are in luck that it is sunny on the rock today. Sit or lay down in front of me and I can help you. As for payment, come accompany us to go fishing. Your presence greatly helps in forming bait balls of fish to catch and keep monster predators at bay. Also, don’t be a stranger and visit the rock more often, your cousins have been wondering where you disappeared to.”

“That seems more than fair.” Jophiel nods, then explains where he has been, “I was meeting and training with Erriox and helping him hunt sometimes… as well as finding Shiny Things.”

“That’s good. Shiny things? What kind of shiny things have you found?” 

“Pearls, pretty rocks and sea glass,” Jophiel reports as he rifles through one of his satchels and shows her some of his Best Shiny Things. Mara whistles, impressed with his collection, “Keep them close. You can trade very valuable things and information for them with the right trader. Alright, now sit down and let’s see what we can do.”

He nods and carefully sits down, setting the urn next to him and carefully spreading out his wings listening to her instructions. Mara hummed as she carefully spread the ointment over Jophiel’s feathers with practiced claws. 

Jophiel is glad that he’s so helpful with catching prey and keeping nastier things away from the Gannets. They’ve helped him a lot, and he’s glad to be able to repay them in some way. Such kindness is something he’s not had much of and he doesn’t want to take advantage of it, or seem ungrateful for all the help and kindness they have given him. Ancient Terra has its own problems and difficulties, of which he doesn’t diminish at all, but Ancient Terra truly seems like a paradise, compared to what he’s had to deal with in his Era of Origin.

Mara finishes with the back and tuts at Jophiel to get him to move. They have the other side of his wings to do. She shows him how to apply the ointment on his wings. The fledgling is a dutiful boy. Very clever and quick on the uptake for new tasks. Sometimes a bit too serious, but he’s gotten a lot happier the longer he’s been with them.

Jophiel opened his eyes, he hadn’t realized he’d closed them and had started purring a little, half asleep as someone he trusted was almost-grooming his wings. He shifts when she tells him to move slowly, getting up and flexing his wings a little, before helping to get the other side of his wings done. The smell makes his eyes water and he blinks and carefully applies the ointment. He’ll learn to get used to smell, he’s learned to get on with a lot of things in his life. Most of them are deeply unpleasant in one way or another.

Under Mara’s instructions, Jophiel copies her on his left wing while she works on his right. Once they were done, Mara asked the mer if he wanted to try to color his hair similarly too. The gannet harpy laughs when Jophiel wrinkles his nose, but the mer eventually agrees to the experiment. She rubs the ointment into his hair and scalp, hoping that even when his hair starts growing out, it will take on the color of the dye. All he needed to do now is just sit a little longer in the warm sun and wait for the dye to finish curing. 

“You will visit Lenora soon?” The harpy asks him. 

Jophiel nodded, “Yes, my plan is to visit her tomorrow.”

“That’s perfect.” Mara drew out another small container, “Please pass this onto her. This is extra waterproofing oil. You should let her preen your feathers with it to really set the colors in.”

Jophiel took the container, feeling incredibly grateful, “Thank you Auntie Mara! Thank you for everything.”

He looks into the water to see what he looks like. He brightens up at the fact that he no longer looked like a living statue of his dead gene-sire. The patterning on the wings reminded him of someone he cares for, admires, and looks up to quite strongly. He can't quite place who it is though, it will come to him in time, he's sure of that.

“Thank You so much for your help Auntie Mara!” he trills to her with a happy purr.

[heartofbalemoon]

🌨️☕ for inti, ☔🍁 for homura, and 💙✨for crowe!

uwaaaa my firefly!! thank u for the ask..! 🫶💕 and ayyy something for all of my creatures jahdhfh 👁👁✨️

☀️ 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗶 ☀️

🌧 - she would spend the day fast-gliding her way to the people of the springs tribe, go on a fancy date with mualani (and hold a huge party for the people with her) and also pay her little sister figure kachina a visit :33

☕️ - she really likes a coffee with a rich dark chocolate aroma! :3 also water.. water is important <3

🕊 𝗛𝗼𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮 🕊

☔️ - she's pretty indifferent to the rain aesthetically; she finds the sounds very pleasing but she isnt a huge fan of very cold rain..! her head wings are perfect for preventing rain from getting into her face hshdhs

��� - homura is fond of all kinds of seasons but winter is her preference! :3 she finds the snow calming despite its temperature (she's used to it since residing with columbina) and seeing all the land in white reminds her of a very familiar place-!

🐦‍⬛ 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗲 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 🐦‍⬛

💙 - her bedroom is like,, very luxurious but also very loud- im talking rhinestones, fluffy feathers, lacey lingerie and some leathery stuff(?), a ton of black outfits that fit her curves (some of which she wears when she hosts at the 404 Error nightclub!) and also cassettes of campy horror & romance movies she buys from the phatheon siblings's shop! and maybe the occasional cocktail and peculiar item of her choosing-

✨️ - a lot of things really bring a smile to crowe's face..! where do i begin ajhdhfh..

◇ the community she had founded and entertained at the 404 Error nightclub; both the audience as well as those helps and takes in (ppl whom are homeless, have lost hope, lost family members to the ethereals and/or were ostracized for their identity) - she takes pride in her title as 'Mother' given how much she works towards ensuring that they are all safe and welcomed..!

◇ the sons of calydon!! caesar king obviously she takes a huge liking to (she always takes the opportunity to be a flirty bottom/milf.. she enjoys every second of making caesar flushes hshfh she's so amused with the gap moe from her usually cool King~) OH and she heavily dotes on lucy and piper like her daughters despite how professional those two are shhdhdh-

◇ that damn coffee shop in sixth street that always helps her come to terms with waking up ☕️

◇ remember the cassettes mentioned that she got from wise and belle? she's a fan of campy horror movies, saucy comedies and also romance (she picked up the latter after her successful date with caesar) - maybe some reality tv shows if the phaethon twins manage to pick some up?

[hashtagloveloses]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Thanks....

the issue here is i have a recency issue. they cycle out depending on what i’ve consumed recently. so ill forget a blorbo and be sad about it. also i have a predilection for sad little bisexual guys so it’s very skewed

1. one of my OGs is will parry from his dark materials. he’s of that type of male character that is relentlessly kind shonen protagonist who keeps being forced into violence but doesnt want to. also the original book boyfriend next to percy jackson. 12 year old me was obsessed. i loved prince caspian and half the narnia boys for the same reason, and when i watched fullmetal alchemist this was why alphonse elric was my favorite elric brother. (this is also why i love yuji, tanjiro, and deku very dearly)

2. probably one of my first blorbos of all time was elphaba from wicked, hence my old URL. reading that book too early changed my brain chemistry. area leftist of a marginalized identity maligned by society and also bisexual as hell. she will always be my first and forever girly. you can imagine what happened to me when i met wei wuxian, who is essentially the same character. i went nuts

3. the funny little bisexual man who covers his pain with humor and cares so deeply usually goes on the list. one of my first was and always will be Sokka, but percy jackson fills this role as well as my beloveds, Satoru Gojo, and Vash the Stampede

4. funny little bisexual man who covers his pain with humor and is doomed by the narrative could cover many already mentioned but Nicholas D. Wolfwood remains the pinnacle. he’s very important to me. ive made a lot of posts about him but him representing this existential dread that you’ll die before you find happiness haunts me

5. the secondary villain who becomes a begrudging part of the team for comedy also always is a favorite but Greed from FMA has always stuck with me. an embodiment of one of humanity’s sins finding peace because the thing he most coveted became the love of others and not material wants got my ass

6. i understand there arent many women on this list and while i have favorite female characters in many pieces of media they dont often make the top list, however asajj ventress goes on the list. her story even before dark disciple is one of the best in star wars. as u can tell i have a predilection for evil women maligned in society

7. maul is also one of my favorites of all time. they really resurrected him and made him the most compelling in the narrative. the tragedy that he wont let go even in his last moments always gets me. watching twin suns actually broke me. his story in rebels was airing in a part of my life where i really identified with him as someone gifted yet ignored and thrown away and it got me

8. shocking absolutely no one, while sailor moon is one of my favorite pieces of media of all time and it is largely about women, my blorbo is tuxedo mask, mamoru chiba, the like ONE guy. he’s pathetic, he’s bisexual, and he’s also one of my first anime crushes of all time. more importantly he has been wronged by many adaptations and i must fight for his honor.

9. the Doctor remains ever important to me, especially 9, but them as a character. probably the same as Vash and Xie Lian, the sad immortal character cursed to constantly be alone who doesn’t want to hurt people always gets my ass

10. Rapunzel from Tangled has always been a very special blorbo for reasons i wont share online but that series had my ass in a vice grip for a reason

[joleneghoul]

I don’t know much about booster gold, but I will say, seeing ur posts abt him is delightful and has increased my enjoyment of his character :] like I said tho idk much, what’s like the basics? Or what u think is most important about any of ur fav heroes to know?

Oh thank you! I'm glad my crazy ramblings can make ppl happy. I'll keep this to Booster bc it's gonna get sorta long.

I have...so many thoughts about Booster (he is my second favorite dc hero behind Ted!) and If I were to have to sum him up really quickly I would say "He seems like a really simple character but that's his mask, you peel back that mask and he's actually really nuanced."

Which yknow, really vague way to say something about him so here are the top things I first mention when introducing him to people (outside of the fact he's from the future).

I think "he is imposter syndrome as a hero" is a really good way to phrase it if people are willing to have a more nuanced look into WHY that is the case. There are a million reasons he thinks little of himself, he wants everyone to think he is the best to make up for that.

He grew up poor, this is probably one of the most important base things about him when you look at his relationship to money throughout his stories. Also he lived with his twin sister Michelle and his Mother (Ellen) but it seems the weight of expenses in their lives were mostly on HIM because of the circumstances.

Side note: We see Booster often take up roles of caring for people, he sort of has a motherly aspect to him (he's actually a better parent than a certain popular dc hero but lol).

He has a gambling addiction that affected his backstory. He inherited this from his dad, but Booster originally started gambling on his own football games to help pay for his mothers health issues. Only he couldn't stop even as she got better. ( I honestly prefer the original telling of this story where Boosters father never comes back, and Booster can't stop because of his own issues with gambling.)

The basics of Booster wanting to outwardly to the public be seen as "the perfect all American commercial celebrity hero" really leads to interesting retrospection. You can read his story as a lot of things, a lot of people read it as a metaphor for being gay (or trans) and in the closet. I also find he's interesting to read as a disabled and neurodivergent person.

His survival relies on how others view him. This goes for both financially and emotionally (his self worth) This is what fuels a lot of his actions and emotions inwardly. Also how he will explicitly self sabotage his image in explosive ways in moments of high stress To add on to that: In bg vol 1 there's an arc where the league thinks he's turned on them when really he was under cover. when nobody would believe him that he was doing it for good he literally has an explosive reaction. He blows up his house/base for his heroism business then tries to LEAVE to go back to a future time. He also self sabotages his own image post 2000s because he wants other heroes to think lesser of him so his identity as a time master is secret. Just interesting to me.

Overall he's just a really high-emotional guy, need's therapy but considering what dc apparently thinks of therapy he will never get it, deserves better than he thinks he does.

There's so much about Booster I can't fit it all here! But he's worth the reading to find out everything about him if you ever do decide to get more into him :-].

[rosetheex-editor]

[TRANSCRIPT START]

[The video starts as someone identified as Rose is heading down a hallway in a wheelchair, multiple doors rush by as Rose can be heard shouting.]

Rose: EDGAR! I WILL FIND YOU!

?: Rose calm down, you're still healing.

R: DON'T CARE NURSE GO FASTER! LEAD ME TO MY ACCIDENTALLY ADOPTIVE DAD!

?: Marina… You can use my name rose.

[The other voice now identified as Marina deeply sighs as Rose continues.]

R: OH SHIT OTHER PEOPLE SLOW DOWN!

[The audio cuts as a crash seems to damage the microphone for a moment.]

??: “Sorry, sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going, sorry…”

?: ”... Ow…”

Marina: Christian? Are you good? Is this person ok!

R: who? like genuinely who are you two?

?: “Ugh… Um… I’m uh… Called Daff most of the time, if you recognize that… I don’t remember my name…”

C(?): “I’m Christian, another nurse here. You must be Rose…”

[Rose fixes the phone so it faces the two now identified as Daff and Christian.]

R: nice to meet you both… but can you please move? I'm looking for my accidentally adopted dad.

?: “Coincidence..? I think not… Edgar, right?”

R: how the fuc- nevermind! not important what is important is what room is edgar in?

M: You never gave me a chance to say.

C: “Yeah, neither did this one… Someone was too excited to find him.”

?: “Shh. I’m so reasonable…”

M: Seems these two have more in common than a flower name or… nickname.

R: i will genuinely start hitting people with this wheelchair. i have not seen this man in a month and a half, please get out of my way or i'm breaking some toes.

?: “Right, sorry, let me just move my unusable body for you.”

C: “Oops.”

[Christian bends down to help them up to their feet, although they’re a bit shaky.]

R: wellllll if we're looking for the same person… why don't we go find him?

?: “That’s okay with me, as long as I’m not carried again. He has boney arms.”

C: “Hey…”

[Christian gently places them in a wheelchair almost identical to Rose’s.]

R: YO TWINS!!!!

M: I will take you back to your room.

R: no fun.

[Rose pouts as marina deep sighs again.]

?: “It’s okay, we’re totally twins.”

C: “Okay… Anyway, on the way now, I guess…”

[Christian starts leading the way to Edgar’s room.]

R: YIPPEE!

[After a few minutes of walking, a door creaks open, and the two are rolled into a very specific room.]

R: Y O U !

[Edgar looks up, Adam, his prosthetic, also turning towards the speaker, the two of them mid rock-paper-scissors, Adam is held up by long mechanical tendrils that emerge out of the back part of the prosthetic. Edgar’s eyes widen, looking between the two who’ve just appeared in his room]

Edgar: Uh, hi?

?: “You!!”

[The worker points at him quickly, then winces in pain at the motion.]

E: Me!

[He extends the arm missing the forearm, Adam takes it as his cue to reattach himself, doing so in mere seconds with a quiet click. He then notices the people behind the two, and winces, mouthing the words ‘don’t ask.’ to the two.]

R: oh right sorry about that… the missing arm.

E: Don’t worry about it, Rose. It’s fine.

R: in that case.

[Rose attempts to get up, falling in the process so fast that marina needs to catch her.]

M: Rose i swear to god stay seated!

R: fine!

[Rose moves over to Edgar's left side in the wheelchair.]

R: hey!

E: I… it’s been a while since we’ve spoken without someone looming behind us about to put one of us in danger, it feels… nice. I think.

[Rose smiles, before punching edgar in the left arm.]

R: DON'T EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!

E: Yeah, I deserved that.

R: now for something i've waited a month and a half to do.

[Rose hugs edgar almost falling out of her wheelchair again, Rose sounds like she's about to cry as she starts talking again.]

R: I missed you… Dad.

[For a moment, Edgar freezes up, before leaning into the hug.]

R: But genuinely if you ever do that again i'm gonna wrap you in bubble wrap.

E: Got it.

[He looks back to the door, and beckons the worker over.]

?: “Hm…?”

[They had been shooing away the nurses (unsuccessfully) and almost missed him asking for them.]

?: “Uh… You sure…?”

E: Yes, I’m sure.

[Their expression changes to a look of surprise, and they attempt to roll themself over, succeeding after a couple seconds.]

?: “Um… What is it…?”

[Their voice carries nerves with it, despite them trying to play it off.]

E: Can I hug you, as well? I’m glad to see you’re alright, but I’m not sure if you’d want that.

[Their mouth falls open for a second, but then they close it and nod quietly, as if afraid they’d cry just by saying a single word.]

[Without another word, Edgar envelops them in a hug, his arms are shaky as he does.]

?: “I-I… Thank you… um… thank you.”

[They repeat themself a couple more times, quieter, as if unsure how to react to the kindness offered to them.]

R: ok back to being quiet… genuinely i think i've talked this volume so much i can't go higher for long… also GROUP HUG!

[Rose joins in on the hug, as Marina is just standing there with Rose's wheelchair.]

C: “Hey, so… Would it be unprofessional if we just like… stepped away for a second…?”

M: Probably? buttttttttttt we should give these three some time alone.

R: yeah leave please. we're doing something here.

?: “Yeah, um… Thank you, we’ll be safe and stuff…”

C: “Don’t say that, that makes it sound more suspicious.”

M: Rose don't leave again, I swear I will drag you back here by the hair. or ear.

?: “Bad idea on both parts. Her head is the thing that you’re trying to fix…”

R: my head isn't… THAT messed up.

?: “It would be after that, hah!"

[Marina and Christian walk out as someone can be heard running down the hall and into the room.]

J: “YOU!”

[Jenny’s hair is a mess, and her makeup is running down her face as she points into the room. She would be mistaken for a crazy person if the worker didn’t perk up when they saw her.]

E: Um, I feel a little scared.

R: YOU! must be jenny? please for the love of christ tell me i'm right.

J: “Yeah, sorry, the climb and run kind of killed my look today. It’s just me!”

[Jenny moves to take something from a bag on her back.]

J: “And the surprise I brought!”

R: LET'S GO! WHAT IS IT? THIS FEELS LIKE MY BIRTHDAY! though like early. also hey!

J: “Hey Rose! And Daff, don’t think I don’t see you over there… Anyway, tada!”

[Jenny opens her bag and reveals several outfits, one red, one green, and one a nice light blue. They all look hand sewn.]

R: HOLY SHIT! THAT'S INCREDIBLE!

J: “Thank you, thank you, I just sorta threw them together… I tried to make them as cute as I could without going overboard, I hope they’re nice!”

R: THEY ARE! god i haven't had… y'know new clothes on in a month… besides this.

[Rose points at the hospital gown, her hand clearly in frame as the camera shows the outfits made by jenny.]

J: “And that’s not all!”

[Jenny reaches into the bag and hands Rose a bag of chips.]

J: “Your request was heard.”

R: YIPPEE!! genuinely thank you.

J: “No problem at all, honey.. As for you.”

[Jenny slowly looks at Edgar.]

E: Uh oh.

J: “Also an outfit!”

[Jenny reveals a nice shirt that also appears to be hand sewn.]

J: “... It’s um… easy to get stains out of. Such as coffee.”

E: Oh– I… thanks.

R: HOLY SHIT THESE CHIPS ARE GOOD… granted i haven't had this brand since i was like 15 but like, anyway continue.

E: Uh, if you want, you can pull up a chair, there’s– wait, where the fuck is Adam. When did he–

R: oh right. adam… the arm I accidentally gave you….. because I ripped the last one off… ANYWAY!

E: It’s fine, Rose, he’s really good at Candy Crush.

?: “Also, weirdly enough, I was the one that called the police for that?? So I guess we just barely missed meeting each other then… Um… Anyway! Sorry, continue…”

R: yeah probably a good thing we didn't meet considering the state i was in… but yeah um NEW SUBJECT! before i start thinking about it too much.

[Edgar runs his hand through his hair, trying to think of something to say before the silence gets too awkward. His eyes widen slightly as he remembers something.]

E: Uh, did you guys know that there’s a ‘fandom’ for the weird show I was in? People keep calling me hot online, and I haven’t really gotten over that yet.

?: “Oh god, fandoms… You poor thing.”

E: Yeah, people write stories about me being in a relationship with Hetch, it’s fucking wild. Also, I have a plushie.

R: WHAT? YOU HAVE A GODDAMN PLUSHIE?

?: “And we don’t have one for free?”

R: i'm more pissed, I became a monster and didn't get a plushie. this some bullshit.

?: “And Hetch?? Of all people? Absolutely not.”

R: i hate hetch…

E: I think you also had one, Rose. I can’t really remember.

R: if i have a plushie i'm buying it… or i'll steal it idk.

E: Adam can do that for you, he’s really good at it.

J: “God, not the fanfictions… Never again.”

R: Wait, how tf do i have a plushie? i was never in a showfall thing?

E: Mai’s a bitch, that's how.

R: oh.

J: “Hey, um… Away from that topic, did they have any others…?”

E: Oh, there were tons. There were a bunch from that fucked up one from a while back, with Ranboo.

J: “... Who? I must have been out for that one, sorry…”

R: i remember ranboo… kinda i always thought ranboo was cool!

E: Yeah. Um. I agree.

J: “Um… Were there um… older characters? Like classic ones…?”

E: Possibly? Honestly the only thing that popped into my mind when you said ‘older’ was that puzzler guy. There’s one of him in there, for sure.

J: “Ah- yes, um… Yeah. Thank you, that’s um… Yeah.”

[The worker seems to be raising their eyebrows in surprise, but of course that’s not visible. Teasing approaches.]

E: Sorry, did you know him?

J: “Yeah, um, yeah I did, but um- yeah. Ahem. Sorry.”

[Rose attempts to speak but the audio and video feeds are cut out as the phone dies the last thing heard is Rose breathing in confusion.]

[END TRANSCRIPT]

[feekins]

woof. ch 6 is a LONG and DENSE one. I foresee this post getting a bit text-heavy to compensate for The Tunglr's ten-image limit. in any case, here are more of my thoughts and things and whatever translation weirdness I find as I re-read Trigun Maximum vol 4!

(NOTE: I'm reading the Dark Horse [physical] and the Overhaul [online] translations side-by-side)

(Dark Horse on left, Overhaul on right)

so. interesting start. Dark Horse's "fell to this planet with us" implies that worms (wamz? bah. from what I remember, they're p consistently collectively referred to as "worms" in the manga, so yeah, I'm going with "worms" from here on out) are also extraterrestrial to Noman's Land. I can see how/why the mix-up could've happened, though, so to me it's just a funny lil quirk of the Dark Horse translation. nothing egregious. also, although both translations effectively set Vash and Knives apart from humanity here, I appreciate the specificity of the Overhaul's "Yes-- These are the different ones."

then, right after the title page, I LOVE that detail we're given about Zazie - that they "can naturally read the feelings/emotions of all living things" (Dark Horse/Overhaul, respectively). and then Meryl apologizing to them? and Zazie not quite getting why? is adorable (Meryl and Zazie ship when?) 😊

back with Vash and Hoppered's fight...the translations for the first page where it's the both of them speaking (the one starting with Vash yelling for ppl to run) are similar enough - but Dark Horse's translation of the middle panel...idk. intrigues me.

whereas the Overhaul has "The one they should be running from is you," Dark Horse went with "These insects should run from you," which. might imply. interesting things, imo, if you'll excuse the following brief descent into literary analysis. one could argue that it's indicative of how drastically Hoppered's life/identity/ideals shifted post-July, focused totally on eventual revenge to the exclusion of/with utter disdain toward that of humans who aren't traumatized the way he is. that said...we know as a fact that being a GHG was only ever a means to an end for him, and also, he couldn't give less of a shit about Knives' ultimate goals. so it's strange how Dark Horse has Hoppered referring to humans as "insects" when Knives does the same (except Dark Horse doesn't keep that wording, I suspect for reasons relating to its irl usage in racism, genocide, etc, as others have pointed out in the tags of one of my previous book club posts).

ANYWAY.

on the page where we see Hoppered watching July's destruction from afar...Dark Horse translates what Hoppered says to "You snatched it away. You tore it...in half!" meanwhile, the Overhaul has "You took it all away! You tore it to pieces!" and that's hitting me WAY harder than Dark Horse's ever has 🥺

when Zazie is explaining Vash's and Knives' gates - two things. ① in Dark Horse, Zazie says in the second panel "The flow from those two is tremendous" (vague, always made me scratch my head) whereas the Overhaul has "The flow of energy from those two is tremendous." y'all whose first and/or only time(s) reading the manga via the Overhaul are so spoiled lemme tell u (I say this affectionately - I'm just happy I'm finally getting The Good Shit, too, this read-through :,D ). ② last panel - Dark Horse has Zazie saying "Don't you understand? Those two are self-reliant" whereas the Overhaul has "You understand? Those two are self-reliant. Independent." EXCUSE ME WHILE I LOSE MY SHITDJGGDJXJ

"will" (vague) VS "will to survive" (explicit)

it's interesting that Dark Horse went with "benefactors" considering ① the death and destruction the twins are responsible for and, more importantly, ② the title of the chapter, which both translations have as "The Bystanders"

(also...Dark Horse, you big silly, you literally started the chapter saying the twins "fell to the planet" and now you're implying they were born here...? 🤣 )

(Dark Horse on top, Overhaul on bottom)

we know that "your companion" refers to Vash...so Dark Horse always confused me by then saying "your friend" whereas it's clear in the Overhaul that Zazie is still talking about Vash.

and it's weird how we have, in Dark Horse, Zazie mentioning just a few pages ago that they can sense others' emotions, but now "yeah, idk how deep Knives' hate is." the Overhaul specifying that this is true despite Zazie's abilities...is...honestly horrifying, separating Knives even further apart from humanity than Zazie.

no comment on this translation discrepancy. I just think it's neat c:

same with these - I'd just have everything highlighted here 🤭

...and it's at this point that I realize I'm running out of spoons for commentary;;;;;;;;

interesting translation discrepancy with "that punisher" VS "once I have the Punisher" autocorrect I promise it's not called the Publisher djgdjgjgx

also. Milly's line. the Overhaul's translation is a way better fit, but I'm not telling why 😜

Dark Horse choosing to use "us" is interesting - grouping Zazie, Midvalley, and Hoppered together, as if all 3 of them are in on this. only in the Overhaul do we see that Zazie separates themselves from them - from Midvalley, specifically - while also doing a better job at conveying how insanely OP Knives is.

aaaaaand we end with more weird Dark Horse vagueness and a mounting sense of dread (at least for me) from the Overhaul!

AAAAAAA IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER JXGGFHXDGJ 🤩🤩🤩

[mwildeboyii]

Lemme present my own Riddler Boy... [I usually write him in Portuguese on a Facebook RP btw]

My Ed is constructed by personal headcanons and interactive scenes. His back story wrote by me based on multimedia. So let me talk about the arcs.

The Ballad Of Edward Nashton

The Prince of the Puzzles: this chapter is about the classic story of puzzle competition, but on my version Ed wasn't a good student, actually Eddie had problems at school, doesn't seems he had any interest or at least that he was mentally present. But someday Teacher Nordine (who doesn't even knows Eddie's name properly) threatened him with participation or death "or you join the schools game or we will call your parents blablabla" so he did and discovered something that he was really good: games and competitions. Ed found there attention, but also rivals who doesn't liked that the boy was winning most of the logical and board games.

Materialising Thoughts: here Ed became a teenager, now he is a brilliant student and he learned to treat school as his safe place. He hates come back home and his anger became higher everyday. In this chapter Ed will struggle with lots of intrusive thoughts, some unhealthy behaviour and finally he will free himself of his dad and mother and he also run away of Gotham tho. It's a chapter with lots o fiscal violence and mental issues, some self regulation tactics and self harm too. Also we have some gender questions and a best friend x first love (and yes, happens to be the same person, a girl!).

"Are you incapable to keep you mouth shut?": After runaway, Ed found a job in a highway Amusment Park. Now he doesn't speak, he doesn't have a name, but his good ideas for gambling shines. Yes this is a side quest chapter where Ed is in a long term nonverbal, he became a golden goose of the park, but things will go wrong and Ed will take his money and runaway again. (if the working class produces everything everything belongs to it -q)

Thy name is E.Nigma: Now our riddler boy will spend his next year's solving his identity. Forging himself since the birth. New back story with echoes on his own, and a dead parents in his back. With fake documents, illegal money (well washed, thank you very much), Ed is planning his own rebirth in Gotham City.

Year One

Once Upon a Time in Gotham: Edward Nygma is a Gotha U student and a consulting forensic scientist (he is a Sherlock Holmes itself). No he doesn't work officially for GCPD, but very frequently he is hired to solve some issues for the PD (whe they does not hire Ed, he just entered without permission because he want, and this annoys alot some cops). At the University, Ed have problems with grades because he wants to study everything, so is a great mess. He also start dating Antonie, the theatre guy and conveniently became part of the company for a while, until the broke up moment. Yeah, he is living his best life, the one he planned for himself. A little bit of taxes crimes, misterys to solve, an academic life and a very very sweet boyfriend, who wait the right time... Nothing can destroy this strawberry life, right? (Oh and here we are presented to Nina/Echo, Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy) and Dinah L. Lance (Black Canary). [Pammys and Nina are Ed's bffs based on the rp dynamics between me and my Pammys🥺 who date Dinah btw].

"Seriously, Nygma. You need help.": Lack ofstimulus make him vexing... But the thing is, everything goes wrong when Ed saw his mother with another man and two kids. Twins... Now he is much more obsessed with work and please and seeking attention. He is freaking out for real, but he cant tell anyone why is that. So 3 times Ed will listen that he needs help: first time in the University from his advisor, then he will listen from Antonie during a fight that precedes the break and finally, from Bullock who is pissed with a nerd doing much more than he and also shooting riddles all the time. Well he do find help before a terrible crise wich dump him in a psychiatric hosp for a night where he will meet Doctor Albert Marin, his new PSYCHIATRIST.

The Golden Heart Episode: During this one, Ed will have to solve a strange crime, a dead body mummified with a plastic heart full of pee. The mystery will be solved in a week or something, but Ed and the detective Bullock will struggle with this for a month and so. Also, Ed is seeing Doctor Marin biweekly and taking some psycomeds... He already figured that the doc is playing him as a lab rat, still Edward feels someway motivated to keep going. I risk to say that Edward is attracted, specially because of the attention and the curiosity of the Doctor towards him. (We also have one of my favorite parts, it's a Towel Day when Ed is in his apartment with Nina listening the old audio series of hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy, drinking his own version of Pangalact Dynamite when Bullock and Dinah Lance appears to discusses the Golden Heart case).

What is black, white and red all over?: Oswald Cobblepot bleeding the hell out of him? Yeah, roommates era adapted by me.

How the Riddler got his name: Robberies as spectacles, trophies and whatever else. Yep there's a connection between The Golden Heart Case and th Penguin and the lack of stimulus? Is a chapter where Ed broke the egg once again. The meds are messing up with him, he needs attention and blablabla, so The Riddler in his very very green suit. Of course: Query and Echo, a bit o kink stuffs and BDSM clubs and hmm kidnapping. Batman appears here but I never find a Batman role player who wished to rp with me. (mostly because of my communist queer subtext tbh). [[ OH AND ONE OF MY FAVOURITE MOMENTS HERE THO! Edward first time in Iceberg Cassino, very very Art Deco Themed and Oswald is such a 20's diva mommy here!

Home Sweet Asylum

Adaptation and Transference: First month in Arkham and Ed will be jumped between the doctors and therapist. He is adapting his routine and mapping the whole place, figuring every patient and being a solvers to every problem but his own. Is during this chapter that we will be presented for Harleen Quinn, she is already locked and she also force a friendship with Ed until he just accept her in his life. The chapter ends with Ed bonding with Harls and also finding a psychiatrist who wants to take his case.

Doctor Fear and The Arkham Break: Well, aren't you happy that you found a psychiatrist, Edward? NO! HE IS POISON ME, WHY ARE YOU WRITING THIS SHIT? Ha... So Jonathan Crane also using Ed as a lab rat, but now is worse because Ed is being under fear toxin without know and... oh dear... THIS IS BAD. But we have some good moments here like when Harleen decides to made clandestine therapy with Edward. We also had a Arkham break out wich one Edward and Harleen doesn't participate (Edward because he is in a horrible state of mind, dealing with fear and chemical dependency and believing that maybe he belongs in Arkham. Harley bc she is trying a Conditional.) The chapter ends with an Oswald visit and the date of Edward judgement.

The Copycat: Riddler copycat will bump on the city and Ed will help the PD to solve the crimes and claim back his identity... I mean he is almost reformed, not Riddler anymore Ahm... No, not a bit. Crime solved, Harleen released and... Why Jonathan is not Ed's psychiatrist anymore?

Good Conduct: Ed struggling with the lack of toxin in his blood, no Harleen anymore and also needing to improve his body and mind health. Dark times for our dear Eddie boy, but he is trying and in the end... Well his fight wasn't really a need because The Penguin had played for his dear boy being realised.

To be continued...? (I have 3 more arcs, a malewife one with mayoral era, a Arkham city conflict with hints of Riddler Factory and a properly Riddler factory with a Reality Show where he bonds with Poison Ivy and torture billionaires in a island with poisoned conundrums 🥺)

(@arabriddler template.

¹ Not the best English, but I was having fun writing this blog so... I AM NOT SORRY, my psychiatrist said that I do can commit mistakes, it's okay.

² If anyone would like, I am open to RP with whatever character but Poison Ivy and Lucy Quinzel. I'd really like to have a Batman, Oswald pr Jonathan. Would be funny.

³ if anything, my rp profile is: Ed Nygma :3

That's all folks

[wawawawawawawawawawawawawa]

What's your new book idea?

ypu guys enable me sooooooo much i luv it 💞💞💞💞💞💞

so theres this kid. vincent. (i keep almost calling him victor whoopsie doopsie!) vince is freshly 18 and he WOULD be a dorky kid- he wears red color contacts for godssake- except everyone is wary of him bc he has a Record. he's acutely aware that most people think hes gonna pull a columbine and tends to use his reputation to his advantage

his only friend is a loud autistic girl, emily. theyve been besties ever since first year of high school and she doesnt really find him intimidating at all. she KNOWS hes intimidating but she can follow the logic vince has wrt the things he does. vince also has an identical twin brother named theo. he's a weeb! their parents tried to drive a wedge between them since they see vince as the Bad Child and theo as the Good Child, except it didnt really.... work....

vince n theo's parents range from neglectful to outright abusive depending on the day. theo shrunk inward while vince developed conduct disorder. sorry vince

anyway vince gets diagnosed with aspd Literally on his 18th birthday. once again sorry vince. at least ur therapist got u a keychain! (its a keychain of izaya but idk if i can namedrop him in the book)

so vince is reeling over that and doesn't think he's all that bad mentally- and what IS there, he can control. he's also piss bored and NEEDS a distraction from his recent diagnosis

so he uh.... does. a questionable move

this is where i say the plot deals HEAVILY with sexual assault, rape, (vince is NOT the assaulter) and child abuse, medical neglect specidically so uh. under da cut is the rest

so vince gets wind that one of the teachers is, uh, molesting students. and instesd of being normal about it, he decides he wants a closer look. namely, he wants to expose the teacher while using himself as bait. emily, a csa victim herself, tries to talk him out of it but he doesnt listen :|

this goes About as well as you'd expect! so its a novel about vince kinda like, grappling with the fact that he really cant control his piss bad mental state, and both his choldhood trauma and his newfound trauma! and also some fucked up New Shit his parents did. plot twist vince has a heart condition!! this is gonna be foreshadowed in that he does get dizzy spells and faints a lot and when he has panic attacks his heart rate and blood pressuee spike WAY high, even by panic attack standards. anyway his parents didnt do anything abt it bc they were kinda hoping itd kill him :| bc theyd rather he be dead than they have to deal with him

and then theres a prom chapter in the middle of all this. vince and emmy go together as friends- shes a little into him but hes gay and shes kinda getting over her crush lmao. shes bishrexual

this didnt rly grt too in depth wrt the plot but yeahhhhhh psychological horror coming of age novel??? except with accepting a mental health diagnosis too? yea

this all started as "what if i wrote a book eith an aspd main character except i didnt SAY he had aspd explicitly so itd sell, but id heavily hint at ir throughour???" and now its this

[unwelcome-ozian]

Are you familiar with Donald Marshall's story? If your comfortable, what are you thoughts on his descriptions of cloning, levels underground military base containing stadium arenas, and "cloning centers" where people are programmed and trafficked?

I have memories of being in underground stadium arenas, in the particular instance im recalling there was a stage in the center. I have no idea where I was on surface coordinates, I want to say it was Disneyland. It's strange to consider Disneyland a military base, but I've seen things similar to what Marshall is speaking about.

Is cloning humans, temporarily creating duplicates in the way Marshall describes, and using them like that within the realm of possibility? Do u know it to be happening? Philosophically that would be fascinating, but tech wise? I'm curious if that's a reality.

I’m not super familiar with Donald Marshall. I did a bit more research about him to answer your questions. 

I won’t go into deep detail about cloning but, give a brief overview.

Clones are organisms that are exact genetic copies. Every single bit of their DNA is identical.

Identical twins are just one example. Or clones can be made in the lab.

Reproductive cloning is defined as the deliberate production of genetically identical individuals. Each newly produced individual is a clone of the original.

“One good person there Bernie Mac comedian and actor tried to stand up for me speak up for me saying it's not right to do to a human being,... tried to have others join him in speaking out against the clone torture zone while there,... Elizabeth and Phillip had him tortured so badly there as an example of their "power" he had an aneurysm the next day and died.” -Donald Marshall-

After being treated in the ICU for three weeks, Mac went into cardiac arrest and subsequently died during the early morning hours on August 9, 2008 at the age of 50.

This would make Donald Marshall thirty years old in 2008. (They stupidly put my face on a Megadeth album, "The World Needs A Hero" when I was 23”)

“Half way through making this document they brought me there and introduced me to a man named TROY LANDRY, He is an alligator trapper from Louisiana on the tv program swamp people, he said if I sent this letter out he would take a power drill to my shin bone there and suck the marrow from my bones, kinda like a spinal tap, one of the worst things you can do to a clone besides burning, I said the letter will be going out, I have to escape this place, and so he did just that, it was excruciatingly painful, everyone just watched slack jawed in the crowd, Troy Landry is an insatiable child molester and an extra retarded clone, in Louisiana when he see's a young boy he likes he asks his name tells him he's an alligator hunter shakes hands, then asks his pedophile friends at the local cloning station to find the boys blood records to clone him, months later there are multiple identical boys grown for Troy Landry to victimize before the crowd of onlookers.” with Donald Marshall

This isn’t how cloning works at all. Clones are born the same way as other newborn animals: as babies. human cloning would most likely utilize "reproductive cloning" techniques — an approach in which a "mature somatic cell," most probably a skin cell, would be used, according to NHGRI. The DNA extracted from this cell would be placed into the egg cell of a donor that has "had its own DNA-containing nucleus removed."

The egg would then begin to develop in a test tube before being "implanted into the womb of an adult female," according to NHGRI.

A human clone would only have the same genetic makeup as someone else — they would not share other things such as personality, morals or sense of humour: these would be unique to both parties.

That was a quick search of what he’s posted. He also sounds like a complete arse. “Donald Marshall your a fag and a loser cody,... have fun licking your dads ass at the cloning center retard.” 

Cloning hasn’t been expanded on since 2006. In 2006 induced pluripotent stem cells (iPSCs) were discovered. These are "adult" cells that have been reprogrammed to resemble cells in early development. The development in iPSC technology essentially rendered the concept of using cloned embryos both unnecessary and scientifically inferior. 

Oz

[scaryarcade]

Hopefully this is okay to disscuss this kind of thing here. But in my own (and still on going) discovery of my plurarity ive found myself in a weird spot in DID/OSDD community where i relate to the some or most experiences of being a system but still feel like the way symptoms i DO experience is "wrong".

One of the examples i could give is criteria for DID/OSDD being "having repeated trauma before 6-9 years of age". But the only traumatic major event i can recall that started to affect me was at 11 years old. Before that age i almost zero memory from that period (which is terrifying on its own tbh). And from 11-13 i started devolping BPD and was probably the beggining of fragmatation of my identity/personality. My own dissociative spectrum feels more on then "just BPD dissociation when in stress" but still less severe in what you see in pwDID who have seperete identities. Though, lurking through your blog (im normal trust me /j) and knowing about "median system" did resionate with me a lot. I still feel like a huge imposter because i "dont have the worst trauma ever and have total seperate identities that make living hell", i for sure am disordered plural/system but i feel guilt when being plural doesnt completely ruin my life like it does with a lot of pwDID/OSDD. I am aware i probably have it better in this aspect of mental health in this community but i want to hear and knlw more about atypical/nonstereotyped way of living with DID/OSDD. And your blog gave me that comfort/closure i looked for so long lol. So honestly thank you for creating this little blog i appreciate you adding unique experience/opinions to the community a lot!!!!

I hope my ask is understandable and sorry for any errors i might have put here 😭😭

(Also im fucking losing it over the coincidence of sharing the same name/pronouns/age-range/interest ☠️☠️)

hi!! thank you for the ask + hell yes name twins!!! LMAO

i really appreciate you taking the time 2 share ur experience. there are a few things that came to mind while i was reading ur ask. this is not meant to imply you need to change how you view yourself/selves, but since you mentioned feeling like the way you experience symptoms is "wrong", you may find these things useful to know if you didn't already:

you do not have to recall trauma before the ages of 6-9 to be diagnosed with DID or OSDD! actually, you don't have to recall any trauma at all to receive a diagnosis.

anecdotally, there are a lot of people with DID who do not experience clear, rigid separation between parts/alters

also anecdotally, a ton of trauma survivors (especially those with complex and/or developmental trauma) struggle with imposter syndrome and feeling like they have it better than others.

i frequently feel guilty like i'm invading spaces/taking up resources/just generally don't belong in places for trauma survivors because "other people have it so much worse". this is a pretty normal way to feel, but it fucking sucks, so i'm really sorry you're dealing with what sounds like a similar feeling. i think this is what happens when we have been forced to spend a lot of time rationalizing the bad things that happen to us. mentally, we have to normalize and minimize our own trauma in order to endure it. so it's a lot easier to look at someone else's experience and go "wow that's horrible and traumatic!" than it is to do that with our own.

happy 2 hear that median terminology resonates with you!! it definitely was immensely comforting for me when i found a term that encapsulates the often REALLY confusing experience of, like. "we're separate people we're the same we're different from each other yes we are no we're not <3".

i'm rly glad to hear my blog has been a useful resource for u. i hope you know there is no threshold of suffering that you have to meet in order to deserve resources, support, and community. you belong here!

[xincountry]

. so like this is just me rambling but

suna as a journalist who's interning at this news anchor and his superior (i imagine this to be oikawa LMFAO) is like so if you can uncover spiderman's identity you'll get the job and suna's like. ok great. because even if he genuinely cannot be bothered to care about superheroes i imagine he just enjoys blackmail and tomfoolery. like that. komori (spiderman fanatic) comes along for the ride to help suna (and to also see spiderman up close!! and talk to him!!). they hide in some obscure place near where osamu (spiderman) is fighting crime and osamu's like It's dangerous here and well. suna's not really good at the interviewing thing but komori's just good at talking to people and making them comfortable methinks and they make it work.

and then suna publishes an article about spiderman #exclusive interview with a picture of osamu in cool battling alien creature position. but they still continue hanging around and eventually osamu confronts them bc hes like well i gave you that interview already don't stay so close it's dangerous and theyre like ok sure but u gotta take off ur mask and osamu's like ok not happening so whenever theres reports of osamu fighting snkm are there ready with drinks or food or w/e LMAO and eventually atsumu sees spiderman on the news but it's like hey. i haven't been doing those things. and then it's like why does this scrub get an article before Me (osamuvoice: STOP HANGING AROUND YER NEIGHBOUR and pick up more jobs) (osamuvoice: we're literally the same thing / atsumuvoice: but You got interviewed. where can i find this journalist) so at some point snkm meet atsumu and its like oh this isn't our usual spiderman. (it's free fodder for suna to write about. especially after he finds in the pictures of osamu/atsumu their suits share a slight difference aka the webbing pattern is either silver/gold respectively)

skts time: omi is atsumu's neighbour and well. [insert canon typical skts here: it starts when omi walks out of an elevator that atsumu is entering and then his interest is very much piqued LOL] but one time while fighting he gets really badly injured and straight up passes out on omi's doorstep at like 11pm and omi's about to take out the trash when he straight up sees. atsumu half dead on the floor. and omi cleans his wounds using that large antiseptic collection of his. this turns into omi being the only person apart from osamu who knows his identity etc...... there's a few directions i can imagine it heading from there either their friendship has been Building Up to the wound tending (and confession) or from there atsumu just goes over to get his injuries fixed instead of sleeping them off as he usually does. point being they get together. omi sees suna's article at some point perhaps and puts two and two together so he knows also that osamu is spiderman. now he goes over to komori and suna's apartment with their detective mystery corkboard and red string of all the spiderman identity related clues and finds it funny. if only a little bit.

i honestly dont know where to go from here I just. ossnkm endgame. i just think they keep meeting up with osamu and keep meeting up with each other. perhaps the catalyst is omi asking komori to meet the miya twins. perhaps komori brings suna along because. yeah maybe they've been spending too much time looking at spidermen. perhaps its because snkm's corkboard of clues starts to look more like a list of reasons to fall in love with this spiderman. cooks. cares deeply for the people he's close to. looks extremely cool in his suit and even when he's strangling the life out of alien creature. or zapping webs to immobilise someone. or swinging across buildings. carries himself like a normal civilian until disaster strikes. until even at work oikawa is teasing him like hows ur rendezvous with our neighbourhood spiderman.

i do want to twist this into hostage situation with suna and komori because perhaps. perhaps osamu brings them food as well (#onigiri) and delivers it to their apartment one time but some antagonist is watching and kidnaps snkm. forces osamu to choose between one of them. osamu has two hands to shoot webs from to catch them. send tweet i don't think this is coherent

ossnkm/skts spiderman au where the miya twins are spidermen duo.....