#and I'd be a dummy if I don't take this or at least work up the nerve to find a different job

[sleepyteamage]

.... Alright maybe I should quit my job because after reading that it's very clear I not only hate my current job, I am probably depressed.

[emmyrosee]

The “would you kiss me for $10 or the prettiest girl on the world for $1000?” trend with modern au bf sukuna 👀👀

dummy 🙄 sukuna???

SENT If you send me some fuck shit, hand to god

dummy 🙄 would you kiss me for $10

or kiss the prettiest girl ever for $1000???

SENT Depends on who the competition is

There's three dots that indicate you're typing, then they disappear. They reappear, and he chuckles as he imagines you, fighting for the words to come to your mind as he effortlessly, works your buttons. The dots disappear again, and this time, they stay gone. He quirks a brow at the lack of angry texts from you, only to then groan at the idea that this time, he's taken it too far, his jokes have gotten him nowhere, and he takes a deep breath in to keep himself cool in the dairy aisle at the convenience store.

SENT It was a joke, brat

I'd never want to kiss anyone else

Not when I get to kiss you for free, any time I want, you know that, right?

You merely put your phone on Do Not Disturb. He takes another deep breath in as he digs himself deeper into the hole of your wrath, and he quickly makes his way to the snack aisle, grabbing your favorite chips and heading straight for the candy aisle for an extra boost. By the time he's done, it looks like he's throwing a damn birthday party, but he can't bring himself to care. Not when you're at home, pouting over him.

By the time he gets home, you still haven't answered him. He braces himself for your silence as he unlocks the door and nudges it open with his knee. To his surprise, you're in the kitchen making tea, but there's a blanket covering your body with only your face peeking out.

"You look comfy," he hums, and you sneak a hand out of your cocoon to grab your mug of tea.

"Well since I'm so hideous and disgusting that even my own boyfriend doesn't want to kiss me, I've decided to become a recluse," you hiss, making your way back down the hall. "Don't follow me."

"You know I'm going to follow you," he scoffs, instantly following you down the hall into your shared bedroom. There's a blue light cascading over the walls from the tv, and the curtains are drawn shut. You put the tea on your side table and scuttle back into bed. He rolls his eyes and walks his way on your side of the bed. "Let me kiss you."

"Let me give you $10."

"I'm not taking $10-"

"Well someone has to," you snap. "At least, until you find someone just soooo much prettier than me, then you get even more money to kiss me with. Doesn't that sound like a good plan?"

"Babe, it was a joke-"

"And I'm not laughing."

He snarls his lip slightly before scooping his arms under you, hauling you up and onto his lap and ignoring your shoves and batting of hands. He wastes no time is pressing wet kisses to your cheeks and neck, relishing in how your body shakes trying to hold in your laughter.

“Don’t you ever-“ he kisses your temple firmly. “Deprive me-“ kissing your jawline. “Of your kisses.” His lips press to the corner of your mouth, and the hand not cradling your body comes up to grip your chin to hold you steady. “Brat.”

“Don’t tell me I’m not pretty then!” You whine.

“Of course you’re pretty,” he scoffs, pressing another kiss to your face. “I never said that. I would never say that. You’re the fucking prettiest. You’re mine. Of course you’re the prettiest.”

You go quiet, and he thinks you’re about to get mad at him again; however, you turn to rest your head on his shoulder, pressing a tiny kiss to his neck.

“Say more stuff like that,” you murmur.

He smirks, “there is no girl prettier than you. Trust me.” He turns his head to kiss your other cheek, squishing you slightly in the process. “Ive seen it all, baby. You’re the one. And even if someone tries to give me money to kiss you, I don’t fucking want it-“ he kisses you again. “Because I get to do it for free. And that shit’s priceless.”

“Softie,” you snort. He groans and turns his head to bite your cheek firmly, but his heart speeds up at the way you kick your feet out and flail them in protest. “Oww! I’m sorry, don’t bite!”

“I’m not a child nor a dog, woman,” he grumbles, but he does release your cheek and press a kiss to your brow bone in compensation. “No matter how you see me, anyways.”

“My feral little doggy,” you prod.

He yaks, but can’t help the smirk that curls on his cheeks from your laughter.

[dragonking10]

Jaune The Black Knight

An AU where Jaune and Ruby decided to say Fuck the world, got married after going rogue (they left Beacon after being betrayed by their friends) and had a daughter together named Olivia.

Salem was watching everything through her Grimm and decided to personally invite them to join her faction in turn they will get their revenge. With nowhere else to go they accepted now Ruby leads a battalion of Grimm with Jaune as her Second in Command.

And yes Salem cares about these two adorkable couple and vowed to never let anyone hurt them ever again.

I have baffled long enough, let's get this show on the road.

This particular day Salem ordered for Ruby to get some needed rest after capturing a few villages in her name, Jaune got up from bed and got ready for another day of spreading fear around the world

He showered, brushed his teeth, puts on his black armor, his wife changed Crocea Mor's color scheme, instead of a white shield it's now black with a gold outline and their combined family symbol, instead of a blue hilt it's now blood red, instead of a silver blade it's now a black sword (like the one Sokka made from Avatar the Last Airbender)(As for Jaune's armor, it's the Rusted Knight armor but it's polished and the color is black and gold, helmet included)

Jaune walks into the kitchen where his wife made him some food to go, he grabbed the bag, kissed his wife and turned to leave when suddenly his wife stopped him

Ruby: Wait Jaune, do you know what day it is?

Jaune: Uh... Wednesday?

Ruby: No dummy it's take your daughter to work day!

Jaune: Uh I don't think it's a good idea to bring our daughter to our kind of work, at least not yet.

Ruby: I know, but she has been wanting to come with us for a while and since it's take your daughter to work day I figured now is the best time, plus she'd have my big strong dark knight as her protector~.

Jaune: Well yeah but-

Ruby caressed his face: Jaune you RoseArc-promised.

Jaune sighed: I did didn't I?

3 Hours Later

The scene shows a metal door to one of Atlesian's military bases exploded with Jaune rushes in while holding his daughter's hand but hit his head on the top of the door-way

Jaune holds his head for a second before activating his shield protecting his daughter amd himself from the bullets from the AK's

Jaune: Keep your head down Olvia!

Olivia holding a stuffed Ursa toy: Okay daddy-Whoa!

Jaune quickly dragged Olivia to cover but Olivia lost grip of her best friend.

Olivia: MR. CUZZYBOTTOM!!!

Olivia was about to run out to grab her friend but her father stopped her

Jaune looked down to his daughter and saw her pointing at her stuffed animal which is laying on the ground near the Atlesian Knights

Jaune sighs and looks at Olivia: I'll get him, you stay here where it's safe.

Jaune rushes out of cover, raised his shield and charged at the robot knights

Jaune quckly cut and sliced through the knights, grabbed the toy and rushed back to his daughter

Jaune out of breath and his daughter her toy: Here you go baby.

Salem: Who's the little girl?

Jaune nervous: Oh Lord Salem! Uh... it's bring your daughter to work day and uh I'm sorry for bringing, but my wife says we barely had time to spend together and let's be honest she's right, okay she's right!

Salem:...

Jaune even more nervous laughs a bit: Do you have kids? Cause heh I mean they change your world.

Salem:...

Jaune facepalms and mutters: Ugh I'm probably gonna get either fired or killed for this but... Fuck it.

Jaune grabs his daughter's hand: I love my daughter!

Salem brought her fist to her chest and smiles a bit: That really hits me where I'd live.

Salem noticed a survivor and used her powers to grab his neck

Salem: What have you done with those plans!? Jaune here never gets time to spend with his daughter because of PEOPLE LIKE YOU!!!

Salem snaps the survivor's neck and quickly realized there was a child present

Salem raised her other hand to her mouth: I'm so sorry you had to see that.

Salem drops the body

Salem kneels down to Olivia's eye level: Are you having fun being at work with your father?

Olivia gets nervous because she doesn't like talking to strangers and hides her face behind her father's leg

Salem chuckles: I know I'm pretty scary.

LATER IN MENAGERIE

Jaune was holding his daughter's hand as he and a White Fang goon was patroling a town looking for their targets when suddenly they come across an old man (Ozpin) wearing a hood with Weiss, Blake and Yang behind him also wearing hoods

Jaune stops them: Hold up you all seem familiar.

Ozpin uses his magic: These are not the students you're looking for.

Jaune: These are not the students we're looking for.

Olivia: Yes they are.

Ozpin: Move along

Jaune: Move along!

Ozpin and the three bitche- uh I mean students moved along going into the tavern for intel

Olivia: Daddy, You're not even trying!

Jaune: Honey, It's 110 DEGREES IN THIS CONTINENT!!! I CAN'T HEAR IN THIS THING!!! *points at his helmet* I WAS JUST REPEATING WHAT I THOUGHT THE GUY WAS SAYING! IT'S NOT LIKE IT'S MY OWN MOTHER FUCKING THOUGHT IN THE MATTER, OKAY!?

Olivia runs off crying and Jaune realized what he had done

Jaune feeling guilty and runs after his daughter: HONEY!!!

White Fang Goon: See? That's why I don't take my daugher to Jack Shit!

FEEL FREE TO ADD MORE IF YOU WANT

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

Dazed: Choso Kamo x y/n

Requested: No

TW: None

Word Count: 906

Part 1 | Part 3

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You wake up dazed and sore. You look up to see Shoko.

"What happened?" You ask.

" I don't know. You suddenly showed up and here I am. " she answers. " you don’t seem to have any wounds, can you walk?"

You assent and get up. " where's everyone?"

" On their way back to the school. The incident has ended."

"Ended?! I was barely out there." You lament. 

Shoko just shrugs and guides you back to the car. 

At school you hide your shame for being knocked out so easily. You lost your pride and your dignity. You decide to focus on training to avoid a similar incident in the future.

You chose a secluded area in the woods. Big wooden puppets littered the space, your practice dummies. You repeatedly unleash your weapon on the dummies, practicing your aim. Angry and upset you work from sun up to sun down. 

One day while you were alone, you felt like you were being watched. 

"Come out. I’m not in the mood for games." You growl. 

Choso Kamo steps out of the woods into the clearing where you were. You gasp. Anger bubbles to the surface and you launch at him. It's his fault you feel shame and a loss of pride. He dodges masterfully evading your every move. He manages to pin you against a tree. Your bodies crushed together. Your hands in his above your head. Your faces inches from each other. You huff in annoyance. 

"Come to mock me?"

Choso's eyebrows furrow. "I wanted to make sure you're okay." 

You just stare at him. You'd forgotten how handsome he is. He lets go but doesn't move an inch from your body. You share a breath. He looks intently into your eyes hoping to communicate what he's feeling. You start to get nervous and push him off you, he doesn't budge. You can feel the warmth of his body, the chiseled muscles under his clothes. Your face grows hot. 

"Move please." You mumble, embarrassed. 

He clears his throat as he steps away from you, putting distance between your bodies. You start to miss his heat. 

"What's your deal? You stopped me from following orders and now you’re here."

"Like I said, hurting you would hurt me. I wanted to keep you safe. And I’m glad to see you... safe." 

You're slowly catching onto what he's saying now that the adrenaline wasn't clouding your judgment and you blushed. He protected you. He's here for you. He wants you. 

You felt your legs get weak and reprimanded yourself for your reaction. He's the enemy, why was your body reacting so odd. 

"You're the enemy. You have to be disposed of." You say defiantly. 

"I'm no longer with Kenjaku. Yuji is my brother, and I’m here to be with him."

"I thought you came here to see me." You say, cheeky and flirty. 

He blushes and covers his face. He refuses to answer. 

You walk up to him, closing the mere distance between you too. You stare into each other’s eyes. You're looking for answers in his crimson eyes. You see resolve but you don't know if it’s for Yuji or you. 

"If you're going to hang around, at least help me train. I’m clearly not as strong as I'd like to be."

"I can do that." He assented. 

He grabs your hand and guides you to the middle of the clearing. Now you're blushing. 

"You're too tense when you fight." Choso parts your legs with his. 

"Your stance is too low." He places his hands on your shoulders.

"Your gaze is unfocused." He lifts your chin with his pointer and middle finger. 

He stands behind you, gently placing his hands on your back, "now breathe."

You do as he says, as if caught in a trance. Your body heat rising with every touch. 

"Now attack me." He whispers in your ear. 

You breathe deep before twisting your body full force and confidently to take him down. He's faster than you anticipated but you almost land a blow. 

"You're too fast." You whine. 

"Again." He demands. 

He guides your body into the right position. Rough hands claiming your skin, molding it to his will. He steps behind you again, his breath on your neck.

"Attack me." He commands. 

You follow suit. You focus on moving and breathing. You twist far enough to grab his clothes. No hits were landed but triumph was yours. You held onto the front of his robe, close and personal. 

"I did it." You smiled. 

Choso felt warmth in his chest. A feeling reserved for his brothers. He felt like this close of proximity to you will drive him insane. Yet, here he was again, sharing your warmth. Much to his dismay, he would let you hold onto him as long as you want. However, the sun was setting and he had to leave. 

"Good job." He said gruffly, trying to hide his excitement. 

"Now what?"

"Nothing. I have to go."

You let go of his robe. Your hand falling beside you forlorn as if woken up from a dream. 

"Will I see you again?"

"Tomorrow. Here. " he walked up to you, placed a hand on your shoulder. "You did good. I'll teach you more in the days to come." He promised. 

Choso turns and walks away, leaving you dazed and energized. You hated to admit it, but you liked his attention.

[evaskjew]

I'm trying something for fandom artists/writers

Well, as I don't have anyone to tag (I'm really the least sociable person in the world and I'm too scared to talk to people in the fandom 😂), it's up to those who see this post to participate or not (if it turns out that it's not going to take at all, but never mind!)

Well, as my thing is drawing, I'll go with that (but you can adapt it to writing for those who write, or anything else for that matter!)

Last drawing:

Favourite drawing:

Well, I'm cheating, I'm putting two in because I can't choose 😖 On the one hand it's my best pastel drawing (to say it's also my second realistic portrait in colour) and on the other the painting I did with my grandmother and it's also the first time I've done anything other than a portrait in realistic drawing with a background and so on.

Hated drawing:

Right, then. Here again it's hard to put just one. I'm VERY hard on myself and I hate almost all my drawings 🥲 But really, if I have to choose, there are three that I really can't see any more because I find them so horrible.

Future project(s):

Following the poll, I'm going to start working on a new portrait of Garreth.

Next up, why not draw Ominis again (I've taken several in-game screenshots of him that I'd like to do to work on the backgrounds) and I'd also like to draw characters I haven't drawn yet, like Natsai or Amit.

And maybe one day, when I'm bored because I can't find any more images to use as models, I might draw some MCs from in-game screenshots.

And apart from drawing, I'd like to finish writing my OS by the end of the year 😂

Favourite artist:

There are far too many talented people in fandom ❤️

But without hesitation I'd say @tamayula-hl! Long before I dared to post my drawings online, I admired her work so much and even today I jump on every notification as soon as she posts! I know I'll never reach her level but her work is a source of inspiration and motivation (even more so now that I've switched to watercolour and I'm still trying to figure out how to work with colours, the way she works with colour is so incredible 🥰)

And I can't thank her enough for her post showing all the possible angles for Ominis' and Sebastian's hairs, it was so helpful 🙏🏻

And I admire @choccy-milky too! These are the two fandom artists I've been following since I started on Tumblr a little over a year ago 😄

One or few points on which I would like to improve:

First of all, I've managed to stop transferring the outlines of my drawings. Yes, it's a bit cheating to transfer, I know. But if I don't do it, the proportions are going to be catastrophic and that's going to piss me off (long live my perfectionism) and I'm going to stop and stubborn as I am coupled with my lack of self-confidence, I'm never going to want to draw again. So for the time being, we're going to keep tracing 😅 We'll see what happens in time.

But most of all, I'd like to stop depending on images I find on Pinterest or Tumblr and just reproduce them as drawings. I'm incapable of doing anything other than faithfully reproducing an image 😢 It annoys me, because I'd also like to post lots of drawings of my MC Evangeline interacting with other characters 😞 And the worst thing is the difference in my drawing level when I do something that doesn't depend on a reference image! (the proof: my drawings of Evangeline and this drawing of Ominis)

I took it upon myself while writing this post and forced myself to do a drawing of Evangeline in 20 minutes without a model (I just traced a neutral pose from a drawing dummy to have my base and improvised from my watercolour of Evangeline for her outfit).

You be the judge:

The end of her leg and her shoe is a disaster 😭

Well, that's that. I don't know how it's going to turn out and whether any artists/writers are going to take part, but it was a fun post to make!

[greenerteacups]

I think you're the first person I see that points out Emma's "eyebrow heavy performance" without making fun of her lol It's easy to take it for granted now, but I honestly think she did a good enough job with Hermione. The eyebrow thing does get excessive sometimes, especially in OoTP, but I like how expressive it makes Hermione. That girl cannot be subtle, bless her.

I used to think she was better at portraying Hermione in the earlier movies than the later ones and my opinion only changed when I rewatched them with my younger brother recently. I was like 11 when DH movie released and of course that dummy (affectionate) would not appreciate the more subtle work of portraying traumatized teenagers who were being hunted in a freaking war. 18yo seemeed sooooo grown up to me at the time lol. The only movie I don't really like is HBP. I hate that yellow filter and everything was so awkward, but not in the fun way.

Anyway I just dumped an unsolicited rant on you. Sorry. Here's a question tho: what's your favorite and least favorite HP book? And favorite/ least favorite HP movie?

YELLOW HALF-BLOOD PRINCE I LOVE YOU YELLOW HALF-BLOOD PRINCE... they saw everyone complaining about the blue-grey 2000's color grading of GOF and OOTP and they said "fine. FINE. you want a warm filter? we'll GIVE you a warm filter. now everything looks like a tennis ball. are you happy?"

I sympathize completely with Watson's job in the middle-films, because charting the course from "precocious nerd child" to "battle-hardened soldier steering her friends through a war" is (no shit) kind of hard. So Watson plays her as very direct and earnest. That works as one of many interpretations you could make of Hermione's character. There's not really any darkness in Watson's Hermione, but that suits Radcliffe's Harry and Grint's Ron — Grint is, I think, the actor who's trying hardest to bring a realistic Edge to some of these war-hardened teenagers, and I love him for that — but in general, the movie's Golden Trio are very soft babies, and it's sweet.

My favorite book is Goblet of Fire (tournament arc I love youuuuuu tournament arc), and my least favorite is a toss-up between Deathly Hallows and Philosopher's Stone. The latter for reasons that are not its fault, it's just much more of a children's book than any of the others. Great children's book! That shit went crazy hard when I was a child. But nowadays, not my cuppa. Put it this way: I would rather read DH than PS, but in terms of antipathy, I also have a lot more beef with DH as a text.

My favorite movie is Prisoner of Azkaban. It's fucking gorgeous and it's a crime they let Cuarón after he delivered something Like That. it actually feels like an enchanted setting — the camera lavishes attention on all these little details that make Hogwarts and Hogsmeade feel lived-in. It's the only film that I'd recommend to someone who wasn't a Harry Potter fan, and I mean that.

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

The Pixar shift saga continued:

All over twitter and even BlueSky, I see it, and it's quite something. Hell, people I know who barely ever talk about animation, or film or pop culture for that matter, are talking about it... Animators, artists, filmmakers, critics... All calling it out.

Namely, Pixar CCO Pete Docter's words on having Pixar - at the behest of Disney executives - move away from telling "autobiographical" stories, making films that are personal to their respective filmmakers... Hollow, corporate words that I bet he was "supposed" to say.

The backlash is almost feverish. To the point where some are reading it as Pixar catering to white people only, given that two of those "autobiographical" films are... Let's see... TURNING RED, directed by Chinese-Canadian Domee Shi, and ELEMENTAL, directed by Korean-American Peter Sohn. SOUL as well, Docter's latest directorial endeavor, which was co-directed/written by Kemp Powers. Whether the intent is "no more autobiographical/personal stories" or "no more stories told from different cultural backgrounds", the pull quote is still NOT a good look. Hell, I'd say this looks worse than the time John Lasseter fired Brenda Chapman off of BRAVE.

And I wonder if this quote, otherwise tucked away on some cynical Bloomberg article whose writer feels that sequels will "restore Pixar's magic", getting all this scrutiny online possibly leads to... Pipe dream... A clarification at the very least? Some kind of backtracking?

Look I'm no dummy, corporations are gonna corporation. I'm pretty sure if Disney overlords are mandating it, it's gonna happen either way. Bob Iger's whole deal, after taking back the reigns from Bob Chapek (who he appointed in the first place), is this need to make the films "better". And that means interfering with the filmmakers instead of considering every other variable: High budgets, competition, a much different marketplace, how COVID wrecked everything and accelerating long-gestating problems in the industry, etc.

But the statements didn't go unnoticed, and there's some hot water brewing. Maybe an animation news site, particularly one that practically THRIVES off of this kind of drama, amplifies it. And maybe, just maybe... A little controversy erupts over it? Part of me feels that this won't go unnoticed, it already hasn't in some circles. Twitter and BlueSky and such are not real life, but I think the eruption over this quote speaks volumes. Pixar is often associated with original storytelling that's often from the filmmakers' passions and hearts, and to hear Docter essentially say "We're not going to do that anymore" has been a shock to many, myself included.

And again, if you've read my previous rants on this, I don't blame Docter. I think he's merely just saying what Iger's cronies want him to say. He said something similar a year ago after ELEMENTAL was released:

"I always felt that ELEMENTAL would speak to a lot of people, and I'm so happy it has... But we have also taken another look at the projects we're working on now. What are the kinds of films we want to be making? I really think I want to double down on what allowed us to speak to audiences to begin with."

This quote, from October of last year, went relatively unnoticed. This seems to put it into perspective better, even if it's a little more vague. This sounds more "let's play up certain commercial elements" and not "squash out the personal stuff".

I don't mind a compromise where an artistic vision shares the 90 minutes with what the bean counters call "general appeal" or whatever. Often times, that's just how the sausage is even made in animation-land, even if it makes for results we might not always like. That's literally the entirety of Disney Animation's output from the mid-'90s up until the mid-'00s. Films like HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME had things like the silly gargoyles and fart jokes, yet they were still allowed to have some really great stuff in them and really cool filmmaking that young animation fans marvel at today. It's even a thing in the praised '10s movies, too. And a lot of the non-Disneys, too. NIMONA, for example. Take away the punk edge and LGBTQIA+ perspective, and it's quite similar to a lot of Western animated movies, particularly the "mild-mannered character gets saddled with the funny and unpredictable sidekick" thing with Ballister and Nimona, and that end-of-2nd-act breakup.

Outside of the SPIDER-VERSE movies and maybe PUSS IN BOOTS 2, it's typically imperfect in the American feature animation circuit. There's almost always behind the scenes battles and compromising, and ultimately, I'm happy if we still get a film that looks like something the filmmakers had a great time making and were able to work around certain notes/mandates/etc.

This is merely speculation on my part, but what matters is that the quote that's under fire is recent. Like, days ago recent. And I wonder what'll happen from here... Things go as Iger wants them to go? Or some kind of attempt at correction?

[another-lost-mc]

can I just say I LOVE the way you write all the angels (canon and OC) and your world building and character dynamics is just impeccable! out of curiosity, (if you don't mind me asking) would if Raphael was in a relationship with the MC, would he get jealous at Metatron the way Simeon and Michael seem to have been?

Thank you again for all your lovely writing!!

Thank you! I love the angels so much asdkjfhasdklf

I wish they would make Raphael dateable, or at least start offering solo cards for him and the other side characters. I'd love to see them interact with MC one-on-one in more romantic/cutesy type situations à la Devilgram to get a better feel for their relationship dynamic than we do from the game's story line (or the group Devilgram stories).

I think Raphael is the sort to recognize jealousy in others but not in himself. Maybe it's because other angels like Simeon/Michael/etc. are more obvious in expressing that emotion so he notices when they feel that way.

When it comes to his own feelings, I don't think he would be jealous necessarily, but possessive instead. He's not pining for MC or sulking if MC is with someone else, but if he and MC are together, he likes to know that MC is his. I can see him chalking those feelings as irritation or frustration at first, but not making the direct connection right away. Maybe over time it gets easier, especially if he and MC are in a formal relationship and he starts to notice a pattern of certain people acting a certain way with MC that he doesn't care for.

I wrote this little fic about Raphael going and taking out his frustration on some poor training dummies. He felt a little possessive and wasn't sure how to react in the moment, so he removed himself from the situation to try and work those feelings out on his own. He had the awareness to realize he had those feelings and knew on some level they weren't logical. Maybe over time he would learn to express himself better, or he wouldn't be bothered by trivial things like that as much. In that situation, Mammon set him off and we all know Mammon can be a bit over the top. Raphael knows it too, and I think he was a little embarrassed by his own reaction.

I think Meta has the potential to get a little carried away too, but it's a bit different compared to other characters, like the demon brothers for example. Raphael might be used to Meta's personality and quirks simply because they've lived together in the CR this whole time. Meta has a reputation for being a bit naïve and naturally curious about humans, so it might not bother Raphael as much to see Meta be close/affection (platonically) with MC.

Compared to that, Mammon and his brothers have been in the Devildom and have probably changed since the fall - embraced those sinful feelings within themselves and aren't ashamed of it. Mammon's all "I'M YER FIRST" and Asmo's a flirt, so however they were as angels, it's amped up now that they're demons. It's not the way most angels act (or the ones that do are good at hiding it), so he might seem cold or distant or stoic in comparison. However, I think Raphael has his own ways of showing affection and intimacy that might be more subtle and better suited to quiet, private moments. Quality time and acts of service are probably the easiest ways for him to express his feelings.

[ohbo-ohno]

🗑️Are you there god? it's me Trash. Again. First of all, happy valentines, i know Eros giggles and kicks his feet when he reads your blog.

Second of all: i remember reading (don't know where) a hc where Ghost would cane/bruise the bottom of johnny's feet and i'd just like to imagine what ghost would do if either johnny/reader (or both) were to try running away from him after he'd captured them or something.

I imagine a scene where, after thorough stalking his prey, he takes them from their home (or convinces them to leave, up to you) and once they're inside his place, he keeps them there isolated.

Time passes, and a few weeks after new years, he's called back in for mission/work (again up to your imagination, point is, he's gone for an extended period of time) and of course, Johnny tries to escape during his absence. He leaves wearing nothing but the clothes on his back and books it. Only, problem is he finds himself in the middle of a dense forest. Nowhere to run, and in the winter, where the sky is a constant grey and the light of the sun is hard to pinpoint, his sense of direction is skewed.

He travels as far as he can, trying to go upstream from a river he found nearby, but nothing comes of it. In the end, he finds himself alone and scared- night is falling, and he can hear the howls of something in the distance, but the longer he stays there the closer it gets.

he tries to find his way back, before the forest eats him up alive, and he nearly sighs in relief when he sees smoke in the distance, back where he came from. As he heads back, dread starts to fill him- he hadn't left the fireplace on when he left. It means only one thing: Ghost is back, and likely, he's realized johnny is missing. Johnny can only hope that Ghost has left the house in search of him, and that by the time he sneaks back in, he can play it off as having been hiding in the house.

Except Ghost is sitting on his leather chair, facing the door, book in hand but clearly awaiting him. Johnny can do nothing but stand there, cold, shivering, angry at the world and at himself. But it's even worse when Ghost puts the book down, and clicks his tongue, something he only ever does in dissapointment. Johnny, strangely, feels ashamed of what he did, at least for an instant. Like a dog misbehaving when his owner's not there.

then his temper manifests itself: why should he be ashamed?! He's been kidnapped by this lunatic and forced to live in this place. He has every right to be mad. So he lashed out, yells, even tries to attack ghost, but all the man does is calmly disarm him, putting him in a hold and using his weight to keep him on the floor, arms behind his back.

Ghost, as any owner worth their salt should do (Ghost has skimmed through Dog Training for Dummies once and never looked back) makes quick work of punishing Johnny for such drasticly negative behavior. Locking johnny in his crate everytime he b=misbehaves seems to be doing little to tamp down his negative energy, so instead Ghost will simply try the one thing that has never failed him: the cane.

It's tough, watching his puppy, tied up and whining, tears flowing down his face as his feet are hit time and time again, but Ghost solifies his resolve and keeps going until he thinks he's done enough. Johnny will learn that this was all for his sake, that it will get worse before it gets better.

Johnny seems to understand in the end, and never tries to do what he did again. Ghost won't lie and say that watching his boy crawl around on the floor like the dog he is meant to be, does not strike his heart with pure obsession love.

Johnny, for his part, learns that simply doing what Ghost asks of him is better than running away. Having his will bent to Ghost's liking is better than being broken.

i fucking LOVE the whole "owner canes his puppy's feet for walking thing"!! i almost wrote it for kinktober actually, but i was behind on my posts and day of i wasn't in the mood for severe sadism, so i went with voyeurism instead (i talked about it a little here and here hehe)

also im so so fully obsessed with this scenario?? trash babe you have GOT to start writing some of these thoughts and posting them in full somewhere because you have a FANTASTIC mind

like i would love love love to add to this... but babe you've sent me something fantastic here, i really don't want to add to it bc it feels so Whole. tysm for sending it in!!!!!

[fandoms-writings]

How about “you know me better than that” with Sam Wilson 💙

Hi Em! This is my first time ever writing for Sam <3

Sam stopped at your apartment to check on you. You hadn't responded to his messages, but he knew you probably wouldn't. He disappeared without a word for a few weeks with Bucky for a mission. It was last minute and you were out with some friends and he didn't want to worry you, but he knows he should've said good-bye at least. 

He had already knocked and was waiting with a bouquet of flowers in his hands for you to open the door. He heard some shuffling on the other end before the door whipped open. Looking up from the bundle of your favorite flowers, he wanted to throw on his best charming smile but halted when he saw the anger in your eyes. 

"Uh, hi sweetheart," He said, suddenly nervous at the rage swimming in your pupils. 

"Don't 'hi sweetheart' me, Wilson," You growled out, "Where the hell have you been? It's been two weeks!" 

Nervously swallowing and clearing his throat, he held the flowers out, "I can explain, if you wanna let me in?" He watched as you huffed a breath through your nose before taking the flowers from him. 

"I don't want to let you in, but I don't want the neighbors hearing either, so get in here." You turned and walked into your apartment, leaving him to shut the door behind him as he followed you to the kitchen, waiting while you got a vase and water for the flowers. 

Once you were done, you turned on him with your arms crossed as you leaned against the counter behind you. 

"Well? Care to explain?" 

"You know I'm Captain America now, sometimes I have to go away for a while." He offered, but you just scoffed. 

"Yes I know that, I'm not dumb. But you left without a word! Do you have any idea what went through my head thinking of all the things that could've happened?" 

"I know, I'm sorry." 

"No," You stopped him, "You don't know. I thought something happened to you. I thought you were never coming back." 

He froze at the sight of tears lining your lashes, ones you tried to keep from falling. 

"Part of me even thought that maybe I did something that made you leave. That maybe I ruined us," You muttered and he stepped forward, gently grabbing your elbows to pull your arms from their crossed position. He slid his hands down your arms to grab your hands, holding them between the two of you. 

"Sweetheart, you know me better than that," He softly said, looking down at you with his brows pinched, "Don't you?" 

You sighed, letting the tears slide past your lashes, "I thought I did, but then you vanished." 

At that, his heart broke in two and the pieces plummeted through the floor beneath his feet. Gently tugging on your hands, giving you time to resist, he pulled you into a crushing embrace. 

"I'm so sorry, love," He muttered into your hair, pressing his lips there, "I should've told you what was goin' on." 

"Yeah you should've," You mumbled into his jacket, your hands slowly but surely moving to wrap around his back. "If you want this to work, you have to tell me these things." 

"I know," He sighed, "I just didn't want you to worry while you were out with your friends that night." 

You gave him a light smack on his back, "You big dummy," you mumbled before pulling back, "I'd rather know and worry for your safety than sit here wondering where you went." 

"I know, I'm sorry." He squeezed you to him, trying to convey how sorry he felt through this embrace and you squoze him right back. 

"Just don't do it again." You demanded, pulling back to look up at him through your wet lashes. 

"I promise, never again." He gave you a small smile, "And if I ever do, I'll let Bucky smack me upside the head, how about that?" 

That pulled a soft giggle from you, "Only if it's not with the vibranium arm, we can't have him giving you a concussion now can we?" 

He let out a hearty laugh, "No I suppose we can't."

Come join me for a drabble weekend!

[luimagines]

Hi! I've kinda just been lurking for a while and I really enjoy your work! You've said you don't mind sharing ideas about the lu boy so I figured I'd share my thought bunnies with the world.

So have you ever heard of the field medic Wars headcannon. (I can't remember where I first heard it from but I love it so much.) Where basically Wars originally joined the army as a field medic. (And useful since the chain needs someone other than just Hyrule who has medical knowledge)

But anyway what if I added angst to that! :D

So imagine the reason Wars went into field medicine is because he had an older sibling/sibling figure who died due to war/battle with a wound that wouldn't have led to their death if there had been a proper medic.

Even better make them some sort of noncombatant. Something like a messenger or something of the sort.

Anywho, they're dead now and then little Wars finds out and now has an interest in studying medicine to prevent other deaths! He's also probably at least a tad traumatized but whatever.

Well, sorry if this was mildly incomprehensible. Have a lovely day and make sure to take care of yourself!

Oh! This reminds me of @linked-maze's Warrior! I think they made him a medic in their comic.

I also don't Hyrule has any medical expertise at all. XD

But he has magic and that's the second best thing.

That being said, I think that if Warrior knew that he was doing, aside form basic first aid, that would be a major help to the chain as a whole. Someone needs to know what they're doing when they patch those dummies up. They can get into so much trouble when you're not looking.

[chiffaust]

hi! tsukasa + 💋 please <3

DAY 6 — CHRISTMAS PROMPT 💋 + tsukasa suou

💋  ─  be caught standing under the mistletoe

Ah, finally work is done. You can finally close your laptop and breathe a little more freely for the rest of the week.

From the distance, a certain redhead had just watched you from afar, contemplating whether he should go up to you or not and how exactly is he going to go up to you?

His own thoughts overlaps one another until he saw you closing down your laptop, instantly bringing him back to reality; without much thought, he walked up to you with a polite smile on his face.

"Producer-san, thank you for your work today." He said, taking you by surprise.

"Oh, Suou-kun. Haha, no need to thank me~ I'm just doing my work." You waved him off dismissively.

"Right, and NewDi is preparing for a Christmas party to celebrate for our success this year on christmas eve. May I ask if you're coming to the party, producer?"

"Saegusa would kill me otherwise." You sighed, sheepishly being reminded of your boss.

"You mean the vice president? I don't know why would he murder you just because you didn't come a a simple celebration party." He said, slightly irritated in your steed.

"We're friends—at least I think; no need to think too much about it, Suou." You said, chuckling sheepishly as you packed your stuff up from the desk.

The moment you out everything inside your bag, you zipped it the bag together and motioned to the door to Tsukasa.

"Would you like to walk home with me?" You ask before you realized that he is literally rich and probably has a limo waiting for him outside of the building. "—well, walk outside of the building with me." You corrected yourself.

"I'd be honored to!" Tsukasa exclaimed, smiling happily at your invitation.

As you walk out of the office, you noticed just how festive NewDi seems now with the christmas decorations all around the place; the faint bgm of a christmas song was to be heard too, it truly did felt like christmas.

"Ah, producer are the decorations nice...? Us, Knights were the ones who put it on, so it'll be a great insight if you could tell me just how you truly feel about it."

"I think it's nice! I never knew you'd be ones to do that, honestly... I have a wild guess that you and Arashi were the only one's who truly did your jobs."

"Ou-sama hanged mistletoes all around the place—if two people were to be caught under it, it'll mean they'll find their one true love and kiss, or something he said."

"Classic Leo."

"I can't stand him sometimes, honestly." Tsukasa sighed.

"Huh? Were you two talking about me?" Speaking of the devil, he had appeared.

"O-ou-sama?! Just when did you appear in the first place?!" Tsukasa jumps, startled at Leo's sudden appearance.

"I have my ways!" He giggled, smiling like a child. "I was here to say... You've been trapped!"

"Ou-sama, this isn't the time for your jokes!"

"I'm not joking right now—look up, dummy!"

Upon his instructions, Tsukasa looked up and what he saw was completely to his surprise—a mistletoe.

Well, he had knew Leo puts the mistletoes almost everywhere, but he was sure he hadn't seeb any here and it'd be safe to talk here.

"Wahaha, I can't believe it! Suo with the Producer caught under the mistletoe? You two should just kiss already!"

"O-ou-sama, that isn't a funny thing to joke about!" Tsukasa proceed to scold Leo who is having the time of his life.

But then Tsukasa does realize, it's apart of the tradition, isn't it? To kiss the person who you were caught under the mistletoe with? He could've just disagreed with the idea of kissing someone, but he was caught with you; his crush!

He is still a gentleman nonetheless, he will not do anything to you if you don't want it, therefore he will not try to bring that idea up.

"'Kasa?" You tapped his shoulder, causing him to jump slightly for some reason.

"Y-yes, Producer? I must say I do realize this is very ungentlemanly of me, but–"

"No, no! Do you wanna kiss...? Haha, hypothetical question! Just asking..."

Did Tsukasa heard correctly? His ears wasn't playing tricks with him, right...? Did you actually asked him if he'd like to... Kiss you?!

"I-I— uhm, well, I would love to!" Tsukasa soon answered, his face could be easily seen heating up. "B-but, I–"

Before he could continue on his rambling, you decided to give his lip a light peck. If he wasn't the same shade as his hair before, he sure is now.

"Y-you... Mustn't do that, Producer..." He muttered, unable to find the courage to look at you in the face as he covers his mouth with his arms.

"Wahaha! I seriously can't believe it, you two actually confessed your feelings for reach other!"

"OU-SAMA!" Tsukasa yelled, finally having enough of Leo's teasing.

[acosmicblizzard]

Hi Cosmic!! I have been looking at your work and I've liked it alot! (Ghost manor Au is my fav btw)

I haven't requested before but I'd like to request something now :D (You don't have to accept obviously:] )

I'd like to request Edgar Valden relationship headcannons....( romantic ) With a TWIST.

Edgar and reader face a fake friendly!! The survivors are up to your choice and the hunter is too. I haven't seen someone request something like this so I wanted to try!!

Putting everything aside you don't have to rush at all and take care for yourself before anything!! I wish the author a good day/night!

Hello! Thank you so much for the support, i'm very glad you like my ghost manor au series! I'll gladly accept this, sorry if it isn't up too your standards but hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Edgar and Reader against a fake friendly

Warnings: None

Story type: General hcs

Pairings/Characters: Edgar Valden - Painter x Gn!Reader, Margaretha Zelle - Female Dancer, Yidhra - Dream Witch, Demi Bourbon - Barmaid

Banner art credit: smol_kia on twitter

(possible ooc, made during school so possibly lower quality then my others works.)

It was a normal friendly match at first, Margaretha and you were decoding while the dream witch Yidhra stood nearby. Spraying back whenever the survivors sprayed at her and emoting back when they emoted at her. She had seen almost everyone that match other then Edgar who had been keeping his distance from the hunter and had been naturally distrustful of the dream witch. He had constantly been trying to whisk you away from everyone else. In reality, he just wanted to spend alone time with you and let the others decode, maybe even paint you due to the time he had In this match.

You and Margaretha talked as you decoded, joking around and laughing at what one another said. The female dancer continued making small discussion with you until suddenly the leaches Yidhra had on both you and Margaretha moved closer. You didn't think much of it until the leach suddenly swung on Margaretha and terror shocked her, the familiar sound of bells signaling the hunter gaining their persona ability ringing all throughout the map. At first you were confused, maybe Yidhra just wanted to hold Margaretha or wanted the points for downing someone? You went to go heal her until Yidhra swapped to the leach that had connected to you and swung on you as well.

You started getting suspicious of the dream witches intentions as both you and Margaretha were leached onto again. Both of the leaches were soon left inactive as Yidhra moved to find the other two survivors with the leaches standing as guards just in case one of you got up. This was the worst time ever to not run self pickup for some extra healing personas, you weren't sure if Margaretha had it either. You heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend shout "stay put I'm coming!" From a small distance away. At least the baron of the manor gave the survivors a form of communication the hunters could not hear, in this realm this form of communication was crucial. Not a second later you heard the voice of Demi shout "The hunter is nearby!" Edgar quickened up his pace and eventually arrived to where both you and Margaretha were downed.

He didn't pay any attention to Margaretha and started healing you first. "Dummy, how could you fall for that! It's Yidhra for gods sake!" Edgar shouted out trying to cover up the concern in his voice with irritation. He was honestly a bit pissed but not exactly at you, it was more directed towards Yidhra. He was irritated and annoyed at the fact this hunter decided to try and act merciful to only backstab people later. He's had to deal with a lot of that all throughout his life due to his status but having it be done to you made his blood boil. He finds it quite pathetic such a powerful god is resorting to this to win matches. He soon got you up and both of you went to heal Margaretha as you heard Demi get downed across the map. You needed to heal quickly and get these leaches removed as soon as possible. A few seconds later the barmaid was chaired as you got Margaretha up. The second you did Yidhra swapped back to one of her leeches and immediately went for Margaretha. You attention snapped back to Edgar as you told him to go save demi as you would focus on ciphers and supporting Margarethas kite when you could.

3 ciphers later and things weren't looking any better, Margaretha died, Demi was kiting for as long as she could on last chair, and Edgar was across the map from you working on a cipher. You were hoping both you and Edgar could get a prime in time for Demi as you typed on the ciphers keys, rapidly trying to decode it. You heard Edgar's cipher pop across the map as you shouted "Priming!" Hoping that Demi wouldn't get downed before you could prime the cipher. That hopeful wish wouldn't come true though, the barmaid was soon chaired and screamed as she got shot into the sky. You sighed and continued working on the cipher, slightly relieved it was almost finished. That relief was cut short though as you heard the sound and red cloud signifying a teleport. You panicked and ran from the cipher shouting that the hunter was nearby you. Edgar quickly responded with stay put I'm coming. The painter ran as fast as he could towards where your cipher was, as much as he wanted to support your kite and whisk you away from danger he couldn't. Minutes passed before you got downed by the dream witch and as soon as you were downed the primed cipher was popped and you were back up on your feet. As long as Edgar was able to get a exit gate open this could be a tie. Edgar soon opened a gate and kept saying follow me, running towards your location with a painting on the ready. 5 minutes of stressful kiting and close calls later you two barely squeaked by with a tie.

After the match ended, Edgar whisked you away to his room. The second the door closed behind the two of you Edgar was all over you, checking for any wounds that sustained after the matches. "I can't believe that woman, a god and she does this?! Simply pathetic!" You sighed and shook your head, "It's alright Ed, the match is over now. Just relax okay?" You put your hand over his as a slight blush came to the painters face. He quickly shook this off though and soon a frown came to his face. "Are you okay though, my muse?" It was rare for Edgar to express his emotions truly through words, mostly hiding his true emotions behind irritation and stubbornness. You smiled at him, "Yes I'm okay Ed,.I promise." A slight smile came to his face as he grasped your hand harder, silently whispering under his breath "that's good.." You two stayed like that for awhile, sitting silently next to each other as time eternally passed by.

[thekingwhereitallends]

Boruto: Tenchijin Chapter Four; Inevitable Reunion

Genre: Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Action

Summary: More side characters struggle with daily routine and work while the antagonist shows a glimpse of his motives.

Date:Jan.20th 2042

"Hyaa!" Himawari rotates around herself at incredible speed to deflect the rivers of venomous insects, another torrent of insects coming from under the ground to attack the defenseless young girl inside the chakra-made hemisphere. Himawari screams as her body is slammed on the ground so hard that the people around can hear her bones crack.

"You missed your shot, Shino." Kiba teases his old friend, grinning. Himawari's body is substituted with an explosive tag that blows up and burns down Shino's bugs, annoying him because he cares for the bonds he forms with each insect of his.

"You little-" Shino murmurs, gritting teeth and gathers his summon animals inside of his grey trenchcoat, not affording to lose a single precious tiny little friend of his for a sparring match.

"This party's getting crazy!" Kiba shouts, stretching out his arms and warms up. "Let's rock, Akamaru!"

"Woof!" Akamaru barks, goes into the fighting stance, prepared to flex his seamless cooperation with Kiba.

"Yay! Go get her, Uncle Kiba!" Mirai screams, cheering up her mother's beloved former pupil.

Eight trigrams vacuum palm!

Himawari shots numerous vaccuum sheels at Kiba and Shino, who evade her attacks without having to look behind.

Himawari's skill with gentle fist style greatly improving during these three years and having been promoted to chunin rank, being renowned as the prodigy of her generation.

Fang over fang!

Kiba and Akamaru move so fast they appear to be blurs in Himawari's eyes, leaving thousands of afterimages as they crawl on ground and spin around Himawari, the man-beast duo attack her from opposite-angles, Kiba from front and Akemaru from behind.

"Gaah!" Himawari lets out a cry of agony and before her body touches the ground, Mirai catches her. Himawari takes brief moments to recover from the injuries inflicted on her and finally stands on her feet without Mirai's help.

"That was a reckless act. You could've paralyzed her." Shino insists.

"I'm a veteran shinobi, man. I know i'm not as smart as you are but i can tell the difference between sturdy kunoichi and fragile child. Besides, i'm a jonin for god's sake. If i couldn't control my chakra properly then i'd be no more than the sore loser i was back then in academy." Kiba responds.

"I mean Uncle Kiba has a point." Mirai says.

"Why would you only cheer for him and not me?" Shino asks Mirai, who pouts and blushes, having no excuse for her deed.

"Someone's jealous." Kiba teases Shino, walking toward Himawari and pats her on top of the head. "Keep it up. You were amazing."

"But is that enough?" Himawari murmurs.

"Hima..." Mirai whispers.

"I am pretty sure that i can't catch up to Boruto. Not like this." Himawari continues.

"Do you really believe that Boruto can be redeemed?" Shino asks the young hyuuga.

"I have this feeling that tells me my parents are still alive... and safe..." Himawari says. "If my father were here, he'd have thought of nothing but chasing Boruto to the ends of the world... to bring him home. At very least he'd have tried his best, because that's the right thing." Himawari adds.

"Of course you'd say that." Kiba smiles. "Don't forget that my friend was forgiving, i'd dare say that she was even more of a weirdo than your dad in my eyes."

"Yeah..." Himawari says.

"About the other question, even i am not ready for that Code and his herd of beasts. Naruto and Sasuke aren't here, neither is your Tsubasa-sensei. Sometimes i wonder if i can make it out alive when they invade konoha?" Kiba states, sitting crosslegged infront of Himawari.

"You dummy!" Tamaki yells at Kiba, punches him on top of the head. "Button it!"

"Ouch!" Kiba grunts. "That's gonna leave a mark."

"Kurenai-san always talked about how you were the most arrogant kid in your generation and now look at you... How tragic." A teenage girl speaks.

"Mother and daughter woke up and decided to gang up on daddy." Kiba rubs the spot where his wife landed the hit as he is standing up.

"You are used to be the pride of you-our clan. For god's sake, don't let people look down on you." The girl says, approaching Kiba. "I want everyone to say nothing bad about my dad. Aren't you the coolest dad in the world?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe if you'd-" Kiba is interrupted as the younger girl scolding him wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him on cheek. "Ugh. I needed that."

"You're welcome." Kiba's daughter giggles.

"Thanks very much, Kitsuna-chan." Kiba says, holding his daughter in arms.

Kitsuna Inuzuka, fifteen years old, one hundred fifty nine centimeters tall, a girl of golden complexion with light brown hair and light yellow eyes, having an athletic body and relatively muscular compared to her peers including those of opposite gender. Kitsuna is blunt but shy, energetic but only when it's for what she deems to be fun like sparring with her parents and cooking, and she derives great pleaaure eating and or drinking spicy hot stuff. Kitsuna does enjoy socializing but hates unwanted physical contact and the chances she'd rip a poor soul's eyes out for touching her isn't low.

"Shino-kun." Shino turns around to see the lady uttering his name with endearment.

"Shiho." Shino embraces his wife in a gentle hug. "Don't push yourself too hard."

"Nuh-oh. I'm a workaholic maniac in a league of my own. There is no stopping me." Shiho insists.

"Imagine you not losing to these little babies." A girl with deep voice mutters, holding a sweets box in her hands.

"Yokan!" Shiho licks her lips as she spots her fave dessert is waiting for her.

"I can tell that you got heart eyes seeing them." Shino mutters, puts his hand on Shiho's shoulder.

"Are they all mine?" Shiho asks the girl that carries her favorite meal.

"Only if you promise to come home and have dinner with us." The girl says.

"You mean-oh! of course..." Shiho rubs her nose. "Okay, deal!"

"Here." The girl hands over the sweets box to Shiho who rushes to open it and put one yokan in her mouth, passionately chewing the heavenly slice as her cheeks burn up.

"You. Are. My. Savior. Hiei-chan!" Shiho confesses, pinching her daughter on cheek.

"I know, right?" Hiei shrugs off her shoulders, proud of herself.

"Thank you, Hiei." Shino says, pats Hiei on her back.

"Mhm." Hiei beams and her glowing eyes visible despite her wearing sunglasses.

Hiei Aburame, fiften years old, standing at one hundred sixty five centimeters tall, dark blonde hair and sky blue eyes, a lean girl of pale white complexion with a shade of gold. Hiei is introverted and geeky like her parents, precautious in nature which leads to her dealing with overwhelming perturbation.

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"The last one." Hako mutters, as she transports the last of Code's iron claw marks to a separate dimension with Renga and Sai pressing palms of their hands against the kunoichi's back, channeling his chakra into her. Code's claw marks are spotted on konoha's outskirts on daily basis and it is upon Team Sai to seal them all away since Code's iron claw marks are indestructible and made of huge amount of compressed nature energy that makes it difficult for most of the skilled shinobi with large chakra reserves to take on such task.

Hako Kuroi and Renga Kokubo have been officialy promoted to Anbu rank and occasionally led by Houki Taketori on S-rank mission. Three years has passed since they were appointed as anbu, and around two years since Houki was chosen as the eighth hokage's bodyguard.

"I'm done." Raiga exhales, jumping on his feet. "I feel like i'm getting rusty if i keep doing this. Sai-senpai, when will lord eighth assign us to a classic mission where we could throw hands with some punks?"

"We might get one for the next weekend. I'm not sure so you can take this with a grain of salt." Sai states.

"Wonderful." Houki whispers with the exhausted look on her face.

Two jonins from guards patrol that watch over the village are passing behind Team Sai and look at the anbu squad.

"Good job." One of the jonins says.

"Don't move." Hako shouts, turns back immediately.

"What's the matter?" The other jonin asks.

Sai squad teleport to guards patrol's side, Sai himself grabs the jonins by back of their vests and pulls them.

"How did you not feel anything stuck on your skin?" Sai questions the confused duo.

"Th-that's impossible!" The older jonin in his early thirties with grey hair stutters.

"Oh,you don't say." Hako mocks the jonin.

"Take your vests off." Renga tells the jonins.

"Shit." The younger jonin in late twenties with blue hair murmurs.

The guards patrol duo take off their vests and shirts, Sai squad seal away the iron claws on their backs.

"I guess it's yet another mystical property of Code's claw marks." Hako speculates.

"That guy's a pain in the ass." Renga admits.

"He's worse. Much worse." Sai asserts.

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It's been over three years since Code swore revenge and told Ada he'll have her fate in the palm of his hand once he becomes an Otsutsuki.

Three years since Code realize he needed to retreat and not only attain a power beyond measure, but also come up with a plan to eliminate those who are a nuisance to him.

There's no one in the existence who has gone through hell during this three years period of time to perfect themself and if they did, They have not pushed themself to limits the way Code did.

In order to defeat Boruto, Code took it upon himself to learn what it takes to be a shinobi as he was studying thousands of the books Isshiki left for him. Code chose the most difficult methods to strenghten both mind and body, and with his photographic memory and superior adaptation, He learnt how to neutralize almost any and all techniques as he visualized battles against the most competent fighters of the present time using his extraordinarily developed imagination, and attained immunity to most techniques that target the soul and mind.

Swoosh!

Code stands behind Kawaki, who is panting and covered in blood and sweats, frozen in his place.

"Pathetic bastard." Code is disgusted at sight of the heart in the palm of his hand, throws it away.

Kawaki falls on his knees the moment his stolen heart hits the ground, crimson rivers finding their way down from his coat. "The fuck..."

Code opens his eyes, exhaling deeply.

Raising on his feet, Code heads toward Juubi that is wrapped in iron claws and no longer struggling to break free. Code has come to conclusion that this beast has just accepted it's fate and that it's no chance against himself. Juubi cannot feel emotions at all. This being is unable to comprehend pain, envy, hate, love, sadness, disgust, and fear. It's merely incarnation of the abstract concept chaos, serving no purpose other than turning into a divine tree and bearing chakra fruit.

Code's might has eventually far exceeded that of Isshiki Otsutsuki at the height of his power, before being desperate enough to make Jigen as his vessel. Isshiki never could reclaim his lost strength, and once he had the opportunity, he met his doom.

Before falling short to his demise, Isshiki bestowed his will upon Code. Code's goal as the carrier of Otsutsuki God's will may be as unambigious as it can possibly be: Feed a pure-blooded otsutsuki to juubi, cultivate the same divine tree that draws chakra from the entire population of earth, the devour the chakra fruit it bears which will turn him into an otsutsuki god whose might surpasses that of Shibai Otsutsuki's when he transcended concepts of space and time. And then, not even Daemon would pose a threat to Code.

Code runs fingers through his hair with his left hand, slides it down to rub his neck gently, cracks his shoulders and inhales deeply. A grin appears on his face, satisfied with the results of his training, prepared to crush the two people he hates the most in this extistence.

"Ada...once i'm done with Boruto and Kawaki, our reunion will be inevitable..." Code murmurs, knowing well that the woman who backstabbed him is keeping a weather eye on him with her divine waxing moon orb.

"Hey." Mitsuki whispers in Ada's ear, stretching out his arm to rub her shoulder.

"Sometimes i look back and witness the way i treated Code... and then see how Kawaki keeps ignoring me..." Ada deactivates her senrigan and nods her head. "I think i know Code's pain..." Ada says, dropping her head.

"What do you think he'll do once he has you at his mercy?" Mitsuki asks Ada who turns to him with a worried expression on her face.

"I... i just..." Ada hugs herself as she imagines the possiblity of Code taking out all of his adversaries to have her in the palm of his hand, utterly vulnerable once he has become a full-fledged otsutsuki. "...He won't forgive me..."

"Do you really believe that the love Code has for you will fade away once he is not affected by your love charm?" Mitsuki asks Ada, turns to her and sees she is digging her arms with her fingernails, gently takes her trembling hands in holds them in his hands, she freezes at his cold touch.

"In his mind, i betrayed him... how could one forgive the person who has broken their heart?" Ada questions Mitsuki, locking gazes with him.

"Code has experienced this feeling before with Isshiki and he still has stayed true to Isshiki's ideals and obeys his god's will." Mitsuki responds.

"But i am not his god!" Ada shouts.

"Ada." Mitsuki whispers Ada's name in a gentle manner that calms her. "Love runs deeper than that. You might think that Code is only obsessed with you because he is bedazzled by your love charm but from what i hear from you, It doesn't seem like he is like the rest of people." Mitsuki continues.

"That is impossible..." Ada claims.

"Do you really mean that?" Mitsuki asks Ada again.

"What..?"

"Do you think that i don't love you from bottom of my heart?"

Mitsuki's words shock Ada and makes her doubt her perspective of the reality.

"I hope you really love me." Ada answers Mitsuki.

"For a very long time, i wondered if i could ever understand what love truly is. I befriended fellow classmates, spent time with my family. I can tell that that i don't wish to lose any of them but is this really love or merely a grand obsession?" Mitsuki confuses Ada once more.

"Is that the reason why you are so sad..?" Ada wonders.

"All i am saying is that Amado might be the reason you can't let go of Kawaki and look for someone who would cherish you." Mitsuki responds.

Ada is left speechless, and a part of her wants her to slap Mitsuki across the face, scream at him and scold him for being presumtous as he is. However, Ada takes a few moments to stay still and ponder to consider the possiblity of her emotions and mind having been altered by Amado. She is aware that Amado is capable of doing that but what is there for him to gain?

"Sorry..." Mitsuki murmurs, pulling Ada out of the sea of fears and doubts. "...For overstepping my boundaries." Mitsuki turns to side.

"Don't say that." Ada whispers, leaning onto Mitsuki's shoulder and rests her head on it as Mitsuki has often been the only who cares about her well-being. Mitsuki embraces Ada in shelter of his arm. Would he ever let anyone see the everlasting snow in his heart?

[meg2md]

Yooooo it's so hot outside, and the only place in my entire apartment with AC is the small window unit in my bedroom, but I don't want to be in my bedroom because that's the ONLY part of my apartment I've "seen" for the past 4 weeks on nights because all I do is come home and sleep and I REALLY want to dick around on the internet and play video games and finish Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow for book club tomorrow but it's so damn hot I can barely concentrate!!!

But

One more week of nights. ONE MORE. And then I'm officially a third year, which kind of blows, especially because last night was terrible. Got gaslit by an attending and cried in the signout room, then had my first bad cesarean delivery complication. :')

One of the interns told my co-resident that she feels safe with me and trusts my clinical judgement and is excited to work with me in a chief capacity, but I still feel like the world's biggest dummy. And next week, god, I do two nights of onc nights. Just me and the onc service. Duuuuuuude I'm so scared. Like my medicine friends have all dealt with a lot of the stuff I'm sure I'll get paged about, but I've been exclusively in charge of labor, antepartum, postpartum, and benign gynecology, which is mostly healthy people. Or unhealthy pregnant people, but I'm more familiar with those problems. Now I have to navigate SICK PATIENTS. Which is WILD. Things I anticipate getting paged about:

Afib/SVT

SOB/AHRF

Fevers

N/V, especially post-op

AMS

Hypotension

Decreased urine output

Vaginal bleeding

Medications

Post-op pain

And then I may also have to fill in the ORs if cases run late. I talked over some of these with my chief last night and she made it sound more manageable, but wow. I'm intimidated.

And to have to do onc nights and then roll up to present my research proposal and get asked questions I probably won't be able to answer in front of a crowd!!! Wow, kill me now. I don't have any idea what they're going to ask me or how to be prepared to answer their questions. But it's Friday morning so I'd best buckle up.

And then after staying late for research day, to have to show up to graduation and then back to the hospital for a night call shift, where at least I'll be back in antepartum/benign gynecology land.

I'm exhausted thinking about it. About how I'm going to survive this last sprint when I'm already so worn down and exhausted.

And then on top of ALL OF THAT my sink overflowed and massively damaged the apartment below me. I love being an adult!!!!!!

& I have to start organizing this webinar that I'm doing, so probably tonight I need to watch a couple of the pre-existing APGO ones. It's 7/10 and June is almost over. & I am trying to get the ball rolling on medical student surgical skill education but I didn't realize people had already tried to implement something and just didn't have time to make it consistent so now I feel like I'm walking all over people's toes. IDK. The politics of residency still baffle me. Is it ok for me to take over a project that has fallen to the way side? Who knows.

I'm just tired, and really hot, and very grumpy, and I have no motivation to do anything but have somehow thrown my laundry in the dryer, which is usually as far as I get, and then it sits there for days

[turnipatthelibrary]

Time for 2004's Spider-Man 2

I like the opening credits "in case you forgot what happened in the first film" sequences

LOL would we all be abusing our super powers to get our day jobs done? I think we would.

I just love how pathetic this version of Spider-Man is. Like yeah, you'd fail at everything too if you were trying to be a college student and hold down a job and have a social life and be a super hero. Why doesn't he just live with Aunt May? This man can't pay his rent but he's obsessed with do-gooding.

Introducing Perpetual Sun Man!

Okay, he did legit get in a car accident on the way to MJs play, but also he just couldn't resist spidering it up.

Yeah, you really get to see how burning the candle at both ends and all the trauma from the first movies just fucks his life all up. Pathetic Spider-Man is a choice.

'member payphones?

Oh but he could make it to Dr. Octavious's unveiling. So clearly he loves this guy more than he loves MJ, or so I'm sure the plot will say.

The smart arms alone are a piece of impressive technology. Imagine the accessibility applications! Why didn't he market these!? Ah yes, because inevitably all the inhibitor chips malfunction and then you have a legion of evil octo-arms running around. Actually, I'd watch that movie.

Okay, but like fundamentally the process for fusion worked though right? If he just hadn't pushed it.

"The power of the sun in the palm of your hand" is a Sunny-D commercial. I need to see this as a Sunny-D commercial.

LOL like father like son, you gotta say "I'm the boss!" like a little baby or it's not true.

aaand cue the bloodbath. Why all the villains in this franchise gotta have the whole multiple personalities thing going on? And where did he find that hat?

Okay, but I feel bad for Harry though, poor little baby, always striving for his father's love, then asked to take over his entire company and not doing a great job because he wasn't properly prepared and yeah, as far as he knows his best friend knows who murdered his father but won't talk to him about it. Like, damn.

LOL Crime up 75% without Spider-Man? Really? One dude? Was the only thing holding back the tide of crime in the city? What did they do before Spider-Man

None of them deserve Aunt May.

This dingus doesn't have health insurance but he's gonna just go ahead and jump off a building.

Awww hell yeah trope of telling the person you love that you don't love them to protect them. That's good shit right there.

Oooh, Doc Ock SMASH! LOL, I literally had to pause the movie I was laughing so hard when he took his sunglasses off with one of the metal arms. Oh dang, then Spiderman SMASH - Hulk ain't the only one can fuck up some stuff

Somebody would have pushed the emergency stop on that train tho

I absolutely love the idea that all the people in that train car just wordlessly decide to grab him up and lower him down and not tell anyone they know what he looks like. We ain't snitches!

Spider-Man's not dead - he's right behind you!

Come on, smart boy, use that big science brain of yours to shut it down

Oops, you forgot MJ was there

Aw, tragic villain "I will not die a monster" That's also good shit right there.

Hur dur, Spider-Man will always have enemies and I can't take that risk, she was freaking at risk even when she didn't KNOW you were Spider-Man, dummy!

Oop bye bye fiancé, I'm in love with my best friend. Happens to everyone at least once, right?

AVENGE ME! Best friend Spiderman reveal, Dad Green Goblin reveal, Harry is not having a good day.

Oh shit, she going through with it? Wait, no she's not. Okay, leaving someone at the alter real messed up though and she looks so elated about it LOL

Peter, kiss me like one of your French girls. I do like the role reversal of him always chasing her in high school and then her kinda chasing him after that.

Alright I'm just gonna say it, I liked this one better than the first one.