#and spoiler alert:

[pekuliar]

I’m a little sad we didn’t get to see canonical kid versions of the rest of the Lupgang in Lupin Zero SO take these headcanons of the 2 best characters in the gang:

Kōichi Zenigata had always been a good student, a real old-fashioned gentleman through and through. He was hardworking, helpful, and one of the best Class Presidents you could ever hope to vote in. He had no shortage of admirers (both secret and not) too. But where he really shone was on the school’s baseball team.

Zenigata was his high school’s star pitcher. His signature move was, ironically, “The Handcuff” — a hard-hit ground ball that bounces directly at an infielder, causing it to be difficult for the ball to be hit. (Look it up, it’s a real thing!)

He joined law enforcement because that was what his father did too, and he grew up believing that it was the right and noble thing to do. With his impeccable work ethic and strategic intelligence, he quickly landed a job with the ICPO.

On one of Zenigata’s first cases with the ICPO, he was among a squad deployed to the USA to investigate rumours of a midnight heist on the Japanese wing of a prestigious art gallery.

Hours before the rumoured heist, Zenigata was patrolling the area near the gallery while undercover, when he stumbled upon a group of rowdy teenagers gathered around a narrow alley. At that time, the sun had already set, and it was odd for a group of teens to be out this late — Zenigata, ever the Boy Scout, began to approach them to ask what they were doing, when he noticed that the group was gathered around a small child. A small child that was red-faced, clearly trying to hide his tears.

And as he got closer, Zenigata could hear the teens jeering and taunting the boy in English, while the boy seemed to only be able to stutter out Japanese sentences: “Please leave me alone”, “I didn’t do anything to you”, “I don’t understand you”.

Now, Zenigata was no stranger to the way most of the world treated people like him — having been deployed outside Japan many times even as a rookie officer, Zenigata knew how racist and xenophobic people could be. And so it was with a stern look and flash of his badge that the teens quickly scattered.

The boy, still crying softly, now tried to stand up as tall as possible, smoothing out the scuffs on his Haori and Kimono in a strangely dignified way. A Haori and Kimono! A strangely formal outfit for a child no older than 10.

That aside, this was no hour for a child to be out alone. Zenigata asked where the kid’s parents were, in Japanese and the softest voice he could manage. The child only said, “They said I’m supposed to look out for them here.”

Zenigata hummed. He disappeared, then minutes later returned with a pack of convenience store sushi. “Well, if you’re gonna wait here alone, I think it’s best if a cop waits with you.”

The child said nothing, but nodded and crammed another tuna roll in his mouth. (Quite the appetite this kid had, thought Zenigata.)

The hours flew by, Zenigata keeping an eye on the stragglers heading in and out of the art gallery, accompanied by a kid who looked like he’d stepped straight out of a Japanese folk tale but demolished almost a whole 7/11’s worth of sushi. The boy seemed quite happy to have someone who spoke his language, chattering away to Zenigata about the strange things he’d seen in America.

Soon, Zenigata was interrupted by the crackling of his radio — indeed, a gang of thieves had arrived to break into the gallery, and all officers were called in to apprehend them. Apologising to the boy, Zenigata rushed off.

A couple hours later, in a flurry of adrenaline, blaring sirens, and blue and red lights, the thieves had been apprehended — a Japanese gang intending to take back a rightful piece of their history. (Zenigata couldn’t say he disagreed with the sentiment, but the job was the job.)

By the time Zenigata returned to where he’d left the boy, he was gone. Wherever he was, Zenigata could only pray that the adorable, old-fashioned little boy with the ravenous appetite was safe.

(Of course, unbeknownst to him, Zenigata would meet the little boy again — this time, Zenigata would have a couple more grey hairs, and the little boy would have a katana sharp enough to cut lightning.)

[rexonalapis]

not the cozy cat event sneakily dropping big lore bomb

[nov4-rocket5]

You know, I'm thinking that Bill needs people way more than people need him...

[xshinina]

*Married life playing in the background

This idea was probably funnier in my head

[incorrectbatfam]

[katsinspats]

I think my copy of the game is broken they've been doing this for 30 minutes

Crop of the Biolizard edit I did bc it makes me laugh:

[astrolavas]

thinking about hunter's childhood in the emperor's coven

[wyxxiee]

can i say something reaaaal crazy rn?

let me tell you something… LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING!!!

edit: It could be either Eve or Roo, I’m betting my sanity on this one 🤣

read my other theory: here !!

EDIT : okayyy, i know i haven’t been answering my inbox (my apologies, i’m really busy rn🥲) but might i just add about the concern about the eyes! PLS READ:)!!

[fractangle]

Pride month vest project, a patch a day #29: Wheat But Not Bread, Fruit But Not Wine

[lilislegacy]

percabeth daughter, to her friend: so this is my house. make yourself at home. luckily my older brothers aren’t home, so it’s actually peaceful for once

friend: that’s goo- oh my god! there are two people in your backyard trying to kill each other!

percabeth daughter: huh? oh, no those are my parents. they’re just sparring, don’t worry

friend: sparring? with… a giant knife and… a sword?

percabeth daughter: well they practice hand to hand combat too, but weapons practice is important

friend:

percabeth daughter: come on! let me show you my room

friend: alr- oh my god, is that a horse in your brother’s room?

percabeth daughter, rolling her eyes: ugh mom and dad told him to keep his window closed!

friend: wait, horses just… come into your house? through the second story window?

percabeth daughter: crazy right? they don’t even ask first. like, at least have some manners!

friend:

[devsgames]

Me: "hey game developers, especially AAA ones, are getting laid off en-mass and it's awful for our industry" Gamer: "well I only play INDIE games and the problem with AAA games is they are creatively bankrupt"

Me, slamming my fists on the table like a baby: "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THIS IS ABOUT A BUSINESS PROBLEM PERPETUATED BY CAPITALISM NOT A STATEMENT ON CREATIVE DECISION MAKING"

[emphistic]

Some couples meet on dating apps, mutual friends, other forms of social media, and so on and so fourth. You and Drummer!Sukuna, however, meet during band and music class.

Your instrument's designated section was, coincidentally, next to the percussion section, and you wanna know who stood right behind you? Sukuna, with his big ass bass drum.

Sometimes he played other instruments like the snare drum, but that's besides the point; whatever drum or percussion instrument he played—big or small—he always played it as loud as humanly possible because he knew it gave you the worst headaches known to man, and he liked seeing you yell at him in front of the rest of the band, if he had to be honest.

He liked when your attention was on him, but, today was . . . different.

He hit the bass drum with more force than usual, played the snare like a professional, and even did a little something something with the xylophone. But you never looked back at him once!

Didn't groan out of frustration, didn't snap your head back to give him a nasty glare, didn't even threaten to throw your music stand at him.

Unbelievable, he thought.

But then, an idea popped into Sukuna's mind, a wonderful idea.

Sukuna had made up a totally lame excuse, told the conductor he needed to speak to you urgently (emphasis on "urgently"), and he was able to drag you out of that stuffy classroom in no time, cornering you till you had absolutely no choice but to answer him. (and the asshole of the century award goes too . . .)

"Are you mad?" Sukuna started, to which he realized was a horrible execution plan once he noticed you wouldn't even look at him in the eyes.

"I'm fine."

"You're frowning."

"So what?" you snapped, finally turning to face him.

Sukuna laughed. "You're starting to kinda look like me."

"That's the worst thing anyone's ever told me."

"Nah, it's kinda becoming on you, actually. You look cute all frustrated like this."

"Frustrated? Frustrated? I am beyond frustrated! You know what you're doing, and yet you still have the nerve to ask me if I'm mad—!"

Sukuna slapped a hand over your mouth, muffling any words and curses you let out.

"I change my mind. You're not cute; you're kinda hot when you yell at me like this. Hah! maybe I should rile you up more often."

You finally managed to rip Sukuna's hand off of your mouth, before you began to walk away and back to class, saying, "Unless you want a trumpet shoved down your throat, I don't think so."

"Kinky. I like it."

[sev-ille]

I may be pointing out something completely obvious, but Round 7 takes place immediately after Round 6?

Like immediately after.

Hyuna is still there, bleeding. Like it's so unlikely that Mizi and Hyuna have just been roaming for days. Like after round 6, it's been maybe a few hours at most?

My thoughts are a mess rn but damn that sucks for Till if that's true (not that it doesn't suck if it's not).

Ivan dies in front of him, then he has a change of outfit and immediately has to move onto the next Round. No wonder he looks so fatigued, like he's about to pass out at any moment.

Did he even get to eat or drink anything? I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't, but still.

[arielrothbart]

Bruharvey meet Absolute Bats

*spoiler alert* of Absolute Batman world setting!!!

Otherwise pls enjoy my little anime of them crossover universe.

（added a coin flipping sound in the video XD)

I’ll put the gif and some key frame below.

Go see your childhood buddies absolute Bruce!!!

I want to see Harvey so bad lol

[wavewavethoughtsonly]

They’ve been inseparable ever since.

For my good friend @mr-playlist 🫡

[incorrectbatfam]