#and that'd be rather neat

[emile-hides]

I'm working on drawing out most of my Mario Elementals designs, but my current art skills leave a lot to be desired.

So in the mean time here's some aesthetic boards I wiped together to convey the vibes I'm going for.

[antirepurp]

there's a free con going on this weekend that's meant to be centered around finnish comics (though as expected there's a huge focus on anime and plenty of people go there to cosplay which is cool) and like after perusing the artist alleys and seeing all the cool comic stuff people do i really wanna make a comic too but i know for a fact i struggle creating anything longer than a page or two wah

[anomaliex]

All of the bad kids have darkvision (even Kristen, not bc of race but twilight domain clerics get like crazy darkvision??) which is neat to me.

Idk, it definitely opens opportunities for strategically taking away major light sources in battle and makes stealthing at night easier and means travel through dark caves or forests during adventures isn't as dangerous as it might be for other parties (oh. Did it help with the Night Yorb?) etc etc, but it can also just be silly I guess. It's getting late at a sleepover but they never turn on the lights and they draw on Gorgug's face after he fell asleep but most of them see in grey tones in the dark but they kinda. Forgot. And now the colours are all wrong :(

I've also seen someone say yeah Gukgak apartment almost always dark and just. Yeah. Lights out unless it's really late and they have a non dark vision guest (rare). I think there are times where Fabian gets up at the ass crack of dawn because he has to fix his hair and he just does it in the dark so no one can tell he takes that long. I think the Mordred Manor gang in a super busy week if they're stressed with school/work will set the table and sit down to eat and almost not notice it's so dark for no reason until someone goes hey my food looks kinda dull that's weird. (Assuming Jawbone has dark vision. Which he should lol. Shifters do and that's what he should count as I think??) Also all of these scenarios I'm assuming it's like winter and it's dark out for longer so dim natural lighting at best.

Oh also something something Bad Kids ultimate hide and seek dude. In weird dark caves or mines during their (not world saving but just part of school) adventures because they goof off sometimes. Riz is always hidden the longest for very very obvious reasons and he also finds everyone the fastest for equally obvious reasons (if he uses investigation rather than perception, which I think is fair even if you'd typically do perception vs stealth because it is hide and seek, then after junior year all of his friends mechanically fully just. would not be able to hide from him* without a critical success ((and raw you can't crit on skill checks lmao but in the world of Spyre you can)) and this is really funny to me) but hey technically this is awesome exercise for a rogue to keep his mind sharp during downtime this is in middle school intro to adventuring books for sure. Maybe they rule it so that Riz wins if he finds them on a very small time limit so it's actually a challenge.

Idk idk I think it's fun if people consider stuff like darkvision in fics I want darkvision that'd be so convenient

*for clarification if you're reading this without having their stats memorised like some loser it's like. Riz's investigation is +14. He has reliable talent. The worst he can fucking get is a 24. Not to mention passive investigation is a thing that they've used (when Riz being in a room auto revealed the curse artefacts that one time) so it's kinda established that he wouldn't even have to "roll". Which in universe would mean he wouldn't even have to make an active effort I guess?

None of the bad kids (other than Riz ofc) are proficient in stealth and therefore none of them could beat a 24 with stealth without critting lmao. Fabian, with his maxed out dexterity, can match it on a 19. So if Fabian rolled as high as possible without critting and Riz rolled as bad as he can does Fabian have a slither of a chance? The ruling on what happens when you tie on contested checks is kind of weird because "oh the situation doesn't change" which is obvious with like, contested athletics but in cases like these it's less intuitive. What does not changing mean when it's hiding vs searching?? Does it mean the hiding person stays hidden? Or would this be less of a contested check since they don't happen at the exact same time and more of a hider sets the dc for seeker. In which case Riz would auto succeed because you just have to meet dcs to beat them. I am thinking too much about the mechanics of some (probably drunk) teenagers playing hide and seek. As I'm typing this I'm remembering that he wouldn't have to roll to meet a 24 because yeah passive investigation of a maniac (affectionately). Yeah okay he would just notice even Fabian in all cases but the case of a critical success.

Here I note that I don't put it past Fig to acquire Pass Without Trace (magical secrets) just to gain a chance at beating Riz in hide and seek. She'd fucking do it. She goes to visit her wood elf relatives to get pointers and all. Wow this derailed this was about darkvision at first.

[midnight-mourning]

Imagine.. Cowboy DCA x Y/N that'd be really neat (alynwrench is NOT wild west obsessed)

Smoke & Stars

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 29❄️❄️

Lots of firsts with this series of requests (not that i'm complaining, it's been fun ^^), I enjoyed writing about the silly cowboys, and I hope that shows :)

Prompt: See Above

Word Count: 2206

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You look out across the expanse of plains in front you, eyes narrowed against the bright sun. It's a beautiful day, though it always is out here, hardly ever a cloud in the sky. Even with the cold weather it's still a pretty sight, a dusting of snow over the ground. 

Your cattle much away contently on the grass that peeks out through the snow, sticking relatively together, making your job that much easier. You spit out your tooth pick and click your tongue, urging your horse to move forward. 

It wasn't your favorite thing to be out here, alone, watching after your herd like this. The hands you'd hired had up and bailed on you, leaving you high and dry and with less cash. It had infuriated you, and you swore you'd get revenge once you turned back in to your ranch. You didn't take kindly to strangers—much less ones who double crossed you—and this incident reminded you as to why.

A gust of wind goes by, but you hardly feel it. Be that because of your own toughness or the warm coat you're wearing it's hard to say for certain. Regardless, despite the circumstances, there's no place you'd rather be. 

You knew it had to be around the holidays now, but you had no interest in celebrating. Your family was gone, sickness or violence claiming them all in one way or another, leaving you to care for the ranch on your own. All you had now was it and the cattle. 

Your horse snorts, seeming to know your thoughts. You chuckle to yourself, and of course, Felicity, you had her too. 

You decide you'll venture out up ahead, see what's in store for you as you make your way back home. It'll be about a week's long trip, and then you'll be there to stay for the next few months. You click your heel against your horse's side, picking up pace as you ride.

The crunch of the snow and the blowing wind are all you can hear as you ride. It's thrilling, taking in the open expanse like this, you'll never tire of it. You ride out aways, and when you turn back you just barely make out the herd. Out here, in the silence like this, it's peaceful, truly. Though you'd rather be viewing it from your front porch than out on the prairie like this. 

All of the sudden, you become aware of two specks, larger than cows, approaching your cattle. You feel your serene smile become a concerned frown. Turning around entirely, you hurry back and upon closer inspection you find that your suspicions were correct; someone's approaching your cows. 

Specifically, two someone's and your fear spikes in your heart. Surely those bastards hadn’t come back, not after abandoning you like this. As you gallop closer you search for your pistol, hand gripping it tightly as you approach. You snap open the chamber, thankful it's fully loaded. 

You aren't afraid to shoot someone if you have to at this point. And out here, all you can assume is hostility based on your past experiences. You won't be taking any chances. Though, you'll have to be careful, a shot could spook the herd, and you don't need to be chasing them that one reference i can’t think of currently. Therefore, it'll have to be your last resort. But you aren't afraid to throw fists, especially with the likes of these two. 

Color you surprised when as you come to a stop in front of the two rogue riders that they're not the hands you'd hired. 

You know for certain, because you'd hired two humans. 

"Howdy there, friend." The sunny one says, tipping his hat to you. 

The other just nods, scowl on his features. 

You're sure you have the same expression. Still, you keep your calm. For now. "Howdy. Can I help you two?"

"We saw these cows here out on their lonesome and figured they were lost." The first animatronic nods to your cattle. "Realize now that they're with you I'm guessin'?"

You snap open your pack to grab a toothpick, your habit to keep from smoking. "They belong to me, actually. Now, might I ask why you two fellas are out here lookin' for cattle?" Your hand grips your iron, not subtly, mind you. You need to make a statement. "Or are you looking for trouble? Because if so, you best move along."

The yellow animatronic cringes just a tinge, and the other scoffs. You turn your attention to the later. "Got somethin' you want to say there, fella?"

"I do actually." He moves his course a bit closer, so now you're only a foot or two apart. You narrow your eyes, but keep quiet as he speaks. "We've got our own herd to worry about, over yonder. And while it ain't my business, seems suspicious you're out here on your lonesome like this, claiming these as your own."

You move closer now, leaning in so you're just inches apart. "You're right. It ain't your business. So you best move along now. Before I do something you regret."

A sharp clap interrupts your staring contest with the moon bot, who's almost snarling but snaps his attention to the other animatronic, you glance over as well.

He rides over, coming in between the two of you. "We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. We should've introduced ourselves. I'm Sun. He's Moon." Sun extends his hand out to you. "And your name, partner?"

You eye his hand a moment, and decide to trust the gesture. Your hand grips his for a firm shake. "Y/N."

"Lovely to meet you, darlin'." Sun winks as he lifts your hand to his faceplate briefly, then lets you go. "I apologize on his behalf, we've been a bit cautious because of some robbers a few days back."

Moon huffs, but doesn't say anything. 

You roll your eyes, turning back to Sun. "They wouldn't have happened to be riding a brown Appaloosa and a grey Mustang, would they?"

Their eyes both widen a fraction, sharing a look before turning back to you. 

"How would you know that?" Moon's spits. 

You scoff. "Because those are the hands that ran off with my cash and left me out here in the dead of winter." You shake your head, lost in your anger for a moment. "Couple of good for nothings is what they are.  Should've known better than to trust folks like that."

Again, the two bots share a silent exchange, before Sun turns to you. "Could you give us a moment, Sunbeam?"

"Sure." You drawl. You click your heel against Felicity, ride back to your cattle. 

You observe the two animatronics discuss back and forth from a distance for a bit, before they ride over to you. While you're suspicious of them, they don't seem to be a threat, especially if what they said is true. Though, you could never be too careful, you keep your pistol hot, thumbing over the hammer as they approach. 

They both come to a stop just in front of you. A respectable distance, you note. 

"We have a proposition for you, friend. If you're interested." Sun says. 

You tilt your head, then nod. "I'm listening."

"Three's better than two, and one for that matter." Moonstates, blunt.

Sun continues for him. "With bandits still out there potentially, we'd stand a better chance together than apart. What would you say to traveling as one group for a bit?"

You shift your toothpick around with your tongue. "How long?"

"Depends on where you're headin'." Sun shrugs, then points behind you. "Our ranch is that direction, we can split off whenever you choose, and if we reach our place before you reach yours, you're welcome to stay a few days and recoup. Sure the boss man won't mind."

You consider the offer, mulling it over. It would be nice to have some extra bodies for a few days, you're facing the same threat, seemingly. There is of course, the gnawing fact in the back of your head that they could be tricking you all the same. But, be it because of that little smile on Sun's face, or your own—admittedly—soft heart, you decide to take your chances. Just this once. 

You nod. "Alright. I accept. Your boss smart enough to mark his cows?"

"Who isn't?" Moon asks, snarkily, you'll add. 

You chuckle. "More people than you'd think. There's some stupid people out here."

"Had the pleasure of encountering them, have you?"

You nod. "More than once."

You stare at each other a moment, then Moon scoffs though there's a laugh mixed in, you think. He starts to head back the direction they came. "I'll go round up the herd. Go find a place you want to set up camp come nightfall."

He gallops off then, leaving you with Sun. 

"Was that directed at you or me?" You turn to him. "Because I don't take kindly to demands."

Sun deflates with a small sigh. "Honestly? Hard to say with him."

"I figured."

Over the course of the next week, you find yourself charmed by the two hands you've acquired as riding buddies. To your genuine surprise. Sun's naturally charismatic, always chatting, cracking quips left and right. Not to mention, quite the flirt. 

You don't buy into it, of course, seeing right through him. But, you can't deny it does make your heart flutter every so often. Especially when he leans in close, hand gripping your chin as he sings your praises. Surely it's just part of a grander act, you argue. 

As for Moon, after a prank of dumping snow in his wake, giving him quite the wakeup as you sit around the fire that second morning, you develop a playful back and forth. Much less hostile compared to your previous one. He also flirts, but in more of a challenging manner than his counterpart. 

You enjoy many long days and late nights with the two. Huddling close around the fire, swapping stories from days long past. Racing across the plains, not a care in the world for some short, sweet moment. Dancing under the stars, laughing, joking, lots more flirting—just, living. Living life how you maybe should have for a while now, but never had the chance.

Your heart aches a little when you finally arrive at your ranch, which ended up being the closer of the two in the end. Once things get a bit settled, you're standing on your porch, about to say your goodbyes. Though at this point, you really don't want to. Not yet, at least. Who'd've thought you'd be thinking like that a week ago? Certainly not you, that's for damn sure. 

You're leaning against your open door frame, leaking out heat from inside but you don't care at the moment. 

You bite your lip, considering what you're about to do carefully as they walk up onto your porch. 

Sun wipes his hands, hopping up to sit on your railing. "Well, should be sorted out now. Double checked to be sure. If we snagged any of yours by mistake we'll be sure to return 'em quick."

"I appreciate that." You say. 

Moon leans against the pillar by the step, arms crossed. "And if you got one of ours, we'll be back quick for 'em, too."

"I appreciate that too." You chuckle, then sigh. You stare at the ground a moment, then work up your courage. It's now or never. "Listen, this past week it, it's not what I was expecting. Not in the slightest. Maybe I'm just lonely, maybe I've lost it a bit bein' out here on my own so long but," You look up to them. "Maybe it's a bit more than that. A lot more, really."

You take a deep breath. "Would, would you two want to stay a few extra days? Or, or more? I don't know how much a rush you're in to get back but, I'd really like it if you'd come visit sometime at least. Hell, I'll even pay you to help out even." You feel embarrassed now, ducking your head. "I just, don't want to lose this now that I've got it. Sorry, this was foolish of me. Forget I said anything. Have a safe trip." You turn to go back inside, but a firm hand on your wrist stops you. 

Looking down, you see it's Moon. And looking behind him you see Sun's hopped off the railing, also ready to reach out to you. 

"We'd like that." Moon shifts his grip to hold your hand. "Or at least, I'd like that. Sun can speak for himself."

He leans in, head tilted slightly. "I'd also be very interested. Probably more so, honestly."

This triggers an argument, stopped only by your laughter. You shake your head, and taking Sun's hand start to pull them both inside your home. "Well don't just stand there, come in."

They both follow after you willingly, and as you drag them along behind you, you can't the grin on your face. 

No matter what happens, something tells you that you won't be spending this time of year alone any longer.

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Thank you @alynwrench for the request! Probably not entirely accurate to y'alls fic, but hopefully it was a fun little read ^-^

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[smallpwbbles]

In response to the Anon wondering what will change Shadow's mind, thinking about it, I hope they do a kind of build up of challenging his perspective and Team Sonic/The Wachowski Family as a whole lead to it, rather than one singular scene or speech that flips his perspective at once. I hope he's brought to be at odds between Gerald's vengeance and the Sonic family's love (that reminds him of Maria) and that's what does it.

I think that'd be a really neat way to do it. I'm a lifelong Sonic Adventure 2 fan, and I adore Amy, but I've always personally felt that scene was abrupt and his switch could have been built up to even more.

Anyway, that Anon just brought up a thought, I'm just rambling in your inbox, feel free to ignore!

I love these rambles from yall!

I hope wachowski family hugs so hard in front of Shadow it makes him absolutely sick

[wixxid]

IVORY  · PART lV

Fandom: Dune

Pairings: Feyd-Rautha x Atreides!Female OC

Words: 2,020

Warnings: dark and sexual themes, dub/con, non/con, and arranged marriage.

Summary: The ceremony is concluded, and now the inevitable.

You feel it.

The storm of thunder that brews within your body. Its rain trickles down to prickle at the insides of your soft belly; swelling you slowly with a liverish fever. The sickness it stirs makes you feel crippled and vulnerable.

Weak.

The ceremony lasted longer than anticipated, but not long enough. Time moved with unprecedented speed, and with each moment that past, the more you grew cold and bitter with resentment.

A terrible spite.

Standing in the center of the large tub, the servants bathe you with milky water; as if you're a meal in need of preparation. Woefully, it allows your thoughts to explode with dread; much like the black viscous blasts they'd let loose into the sky.

Wiping at your flesh, they remove the black markings that'd adorned your skin. The ink mixes with the creme colored water, swirling like two separate entities. Glancing towards the closed door, you wonder if they're waiting on the other side.

Anticipating.

Despite your ties to two of the most formidable families in the known universe, you're still left powerless. Defeated. There are no words or actions that could stave off the inevitable; not even the powers of the Benne Gesserit.

It's forbidden.

Brought back to reality, the servant waits for you with a cotton gown. You're hesitant to move; more so paralyzed. Stepping from the tub with a watery slosh, you're dried and powdered before being allowed the comfort of the gown.

Knuckles turn white from tightened fists at your sides. All too quickly, the door opens to reveal your awaited room; neat and still lingering with smoke. As you'd suspected, the witnesses have already arrived; a total of five who stand in a line to the side.

You don't know who they are and neither do you wish to discover their identity. The imperial court has deemed them important enough and necessary. Watching them as they stand silent and shrouded, you can only surmise by their bodies alone that its a mixture of men and women.

The spectators don't speak and neither do the servants, whom hurry from your room; fleeing like creatures from impending danger. Staring at the bed, you can't help but feel a sense of detachment at the site. It's equally as uninviting as when you'd first slept within its covers.

Turning with a slow shuffle of your bare feet, a deathly chill travels up into every limb and nerve of your body; raising the hairs on your skin. Neurotic. The room is dimmer and smaller than you remember, despite it remaining the same.

The world is closing in on you.

Gripping your gown, you suddenly wince with a grit of your jaw. The soft soak of the bath and pressure had been enough to split the fresh wound. But just as your palm began to weep with fresh blood, the door to your room opens.

Feyd-Rautha.

He enters with slow yet deliberate steps, like a predator entering its den. Haphazardly he eyes the witnesses before turning his attention to you. Taking a slight step back, you're smart to keep quiet and remain at a distance.

It's been some time since you parted ways in preparation, but still he wears the same clothing; black leather and an embossed jacket. Feyd draws nearer, darkened eyes flickering up and down. You've nothing to say and neither does he.

Static.

He reaches up, flicking a piece of your hair from your shoulder. The Harkonnen seems less than impressed, rather unenthused of his need to be here. Foolishly, you wonder if you truly are unconventional enough to repulse the man.

"Look at you," he grumbles beneath his breath.

The feral look he's giving you could kill; cold and merciless. His hand moves upward, and you have to refrain your urge to move away. Rough fingertips graze lightly at the cotton fabric at your collar; slowly wandering onto your soft skin.

You smack his hand away, "Enough."

The syllable is low but defiant. A last stand to protect yourself from his torment and cruelty. An act of instinct. Feyd doesn't retaliate as he simply lowers his hand. The calm before the storm.

In an instant, his hands are on you; calloused fingers wrapping around your delicate throat with constriction. He has your body pulled flush against his, whilst your faces remain mere inches from one another. His breath fans across your cheek.

"Do you feel that?" he questions, as you struggle to swallow. Your hands clasp around his own, desperately trying to relieve the pressure. "That's your life, in my hands."

"Stop," you wince; eyes flickering to the witnesses.

"Don't bother," he utters at your train of site. "They're here for one thing."

Reaching down to his side, Feyd retrieves a small dagger. The tip of the blade stills mere inches from your face. Staring at the glistening reflection, you cease all kinds of movement; even your strangled breaths.

Death glints at you.

Keeping the blade just above the surface of your skin, he trails it over your chin and down the nape of your neck. Any wrong move could see your throat slit. Grimly, you even go so far as to envision him plunging it into your belly; spilling your insides to the ground.

He could start a war.

Instead, he hooks the blade into the collar of your cotton gown, cutting it down in one swift tear of fabric. The opposite edge of the dagger runs coolly down your skin, from sternum to naval. Splitting the clothing from your body, he reveals your nakedness.

Supple and pure.

Pushing you with a quick shove to your chest, you fall back onto the bed; whatever breath left in your lungs now gone. Stars glitter in the corner of your eyes; a flash of life, as you're yet to comprehend reality.

"Stay," he orders.

Clutching your chest, the pound of your heart causes you to feel equally disturbed and deficient. The lonely organ skips and hammers and for a second you feel faint. The air slowly seeps back into your lungs, but you're aren't able to take the reprieve.

Inhaling a gasp, you're dragged down by the ankle; sheets burning your skin with its friction. He's formidable. The brute stands at the end of the bed, pale torso now bare; the black lines which mark his chest now in view.

Pulling your ankle from his grip, you can't help but move to protect yourself; shaky legs crossing and hands reaching for the cover of twisted sheets. In the corner of your eye, you take notice of the smudges of blood from you sliced palm; splotching the linen like an arena.

"I've seen lesser than you with better, Atreides."

The added insult sparks a flare of anger. A trap you fall for. Lashing out, you sit up to strike him cross the face; only for the man to grin with a lowly chuckle. The force of your blow had been enough to split his lower lip.

"You're sick," you seethe, whilst he licks the blood with a swipe of his tongue. Feyd's piercing eyes stare without shame. "Psychotic."

He draws closer and your muscles tense at the proximity. Grabbing onto your arms, you struggle and fail as he handles you like a ragdoll. Pinning you down with such ease, he demonstrates your inferiority in bodily power.

"Weak," he states pointedly.

You can barely move beneath his weight; muscled body bearing down on you like an immoveable object. It's force is crushing and humiliating, and again, your heart races beneath your chest. Feyd-Rautha's game of torment and mockery is over.

Forcing his body between your shaky thighs, the rough fabric of his pants chafes against your sensitive skin. You turn away from his gaze, but it does it does nothing when you know how dangerously close he is to you; breathing the same air, feeling each other.

You can smell him.

Lying trapped, you become caught in a moral dilemma to either defend or surrender. You want it to be over and done, but you also want to sleep at night; to be able to tell yourself you fought back. That you tried to stop it.

Clutching onto the sheets, your fingers interlock with the fabric in an attempt to find comfort and stability; a way to release your fear. The distant wall in your line of site is grey and uninviting, but the shelf pressed against it holds an item; one you'd brought from home.

The bull statue.

A representation of your family legacy. The Atreides approach to that of a dangerous circumstance. Your father had given it to you when you were a child, as a means to always remind you of who you really are in this vast world.

"Look at me," he goads while taking hold of your chin. "Look at me."

The longer you try to avert your gaze, the more his bruising grip digs punishingly into your jaw. Eventually, your watery eyes are forced to lock together; like two apposing forces, collapsing in on one another. You didn't know it, but he wanted to see the look in your eye; to see it all.

The pain.

The suffering.

When he takes what last bit of yourself remains untouched. He's already hard and free between yours legs, pushing against your womanhood. Your eyes widen with panic, not having realised until he's already forcing himself inside of you; obliterating your womb.

Straining beneath him, a sharp gasps ruins the air of silence. Abrupt. Relentless. He buries himself within you, over and over again. Stretching and tearing. Filling you in a way you couldn't imagine.

You swallow and moan.

The words you want to scream can hardly form. They're trapped in the back of your swollen throat; buried beneath garbled sounds. You push and hit against his toned chest, but he keeps you down despite your protest.

Uncontrollably, your stomach tightens in reaction to the affliction, as do your legs around his waist; trembling but numb. Every hard thrust impels another sound from your lips, while you're body can't help but jolt at the force.

It's been minutes, hours, eternity in your world. He keeps going with vigor and slowly you begin to break. Frozen beneath him, entangled in sheets and invisible shackles, you grow exhausted. The smell of blood overcomes the chard incense.

It stains the sheets, your skin and his; stuck beneath your fingernails and wet on his lip. It's nauseating. A low growl emits from the depth of his chest as he takes hold of your burning throat again; fingers tightening with purpose.

An inaudible sound strangles from you mouth. You look right up at him, a monster of mayhem. Harkonnen. The last few thrusts are slow, but deep and deliberate as he finishes inside of you. A torture now bitterly seeded and done.

Feyd's eyes flutter every so slightly, and with a light huff he looks you over. Even now, he appears indifferent. Pulling out of you, your quiver at the sting and emptiness, while breaths draw uneasily as he removes himself from the bed.

You're cold and naked. Sore and ruined. Staring up at the ceiling, you're drawn back to the harshness of reality. You remember now, that the witness are still here in the room; still silent as they watched his brutality unfold.

You might've felt something akin to shame, if it weren't for the flare of pain that now consumes your body. It all hurts, no matter where you think. Pulling your legs up, you can't help but ball yourself in the middle of the bed.

Feyd is neither quick nor slow to arrange himself. Shrugging on his leather jacket, he doesn't bother doing it up all the way. His chest remains exposed with the superficial scratches you'd clawed across his flesh.

You see him carelessly eye the witnesses before leaving the room. Not a parting word for either you or them. A blur of tears threaten to spill, but they're quickly absorbed by rage and humiliation. A malicious wall of stone surrounds you.

"Out!" you suddenly scream at the witnesses. "Get out!"

[grandlinedreams]

I don’t know if you’ve done something like this before..but could maybe write about a time where reader took care of zoro and then one where he took care of you??

Thank you!!!

Absolutely I can do that for you!! Idk abt anyone else but the softness of taking care of someone when they're sick/hurt,,oof

[Heads up!: fluff, tiny bit of angst, Zoro being Zoro, mention of injuries, mention of being sick]

"Hold still."

Zoro tries to do as you ask, though the tickle of thread pulled through his skin makes him twitch, and he grunts when you swat at his upper arm. "What was that for?"

"I said hold still!"

"I'm trying, damn it!" Zoro huffs, brow furrowed as he does his best not to move any further. "Don't understand why you're the one doin' this anyways."

"Because Chopper is busy taking care of Luffy and Sanji," you explain, holding the black thread taut and snipping it. "And you were already injured, but you popped your stitches." You pause. "Would you rather I let you bleed to death?"

"Guess not."

You pause, raising an eyebrow. "You guess? That's not much of an answer, Zoro." Your expression softens. "Try not to get torn up too many times, okay? I worry about you."

"Don't have to," Zoro grumbles, then studies your handiwork of neat stitches rather the bleeding, ragged mess it'd been when he popped them. "Thanks, I guess."

"No problem." He listens to the click of the first aid kit, the shadow that falls over him as you stand. "Guess I owe you one."

"Not at all." You know he'll probably want to take a nap, and you prepare to take your leave before you glance at him. "We're crewmates, Zoro. We look out for each other."

"Yeah, fair point."

You watch as he leans back, mindful of the fold of his arms behind him as he closes his eyes. You wish you could do as he does, though you understand why he has the knack for sleeping anywhere.

Still, you smile. "Sleep well, Zoro."

ㅡ

You're burning up.

It'd been bad luck to get caught in a bout of nasty weather, the sudden switch from bright and sunny to cold and rainy coming with very little warning, even with Nami's skills.

You'd been busy making sure that the Sunny wasn't battered too badly by the swell of waves and fixing things that'd been shifted with the violent rocking to change clothes ㅡ and now you're paying for it.

Though Chopper had diagnosed it as nothing to be too worried about, Zoro still doesn't like the flush to your cheeks and heat that radiates from your forehead, your breathing strained and uneven.

So he takes it upon himself to keep an eye on you. If anyone asks, it's because his normal spots to nap have lost their appeal at the moment ㅡ but if the look Robin gives him is any indication, she at least knows there's more to it.

Zoro is far from a perfect caretaker, but he tries. He soaks a rag in cold water, squeezes it, then settles it on your forehead, hoping to bring your fever down. When it dries out, he repeats the process.

You drift in and out of fevered sleep, and he listens to the little mumbles ㅡ often of your crewmates, including him. He wonders what you're dreaming about that includes him ㅡ and if it's good.

He highly doubts that it's much in part to him, but he's still pleased when you finally wake enough to want food ㅡ and he goes to get it for you before you can protest.

"Don't need you gettin' everyone else sick," he tells you when he returns with a bowl of soup. (He hadn't even threatened to chuck it at Sanji, who'd been surprised at the lack of verbal barb from the swordsman.)

"What about you?"

He scoffs. "I don't get sick."

The look you give him says you're far from believing that, but you turn your attention to the soup instead. Managing to get at least half of it down, you let Zoro finish the rest of it. (Much as he hates that stupid cook, he does make good food.)

"Thank-you for looking after me." Zoro watches as you sink back down into the heavy mess of blankets, likes to think that there's a little more healthy color to your face.

"Yeah, yeah." He looks away. "It's like you said. We're crewmates, we gotta look out for each other." You stare at him, and he huffs. "Right?"

Your expression softens. "Right."

(You get better after another day or two. And when Zoro does actually catch what you had, you're the one who offers to take care of him.)

[hmshermitcraft]

skizz and scott's relationship is... complicated. scott's, y'know, gay, very distinctively alloromantic and allosexual, and skizz only recently figured out his own identity (it's grayromantic, bi and ace). so. given skizz's feelings for scott are weird (though he knows that he for sure loves the man, in some way), they... haven't really. defined anything. it's not a QPR. it's sure as hell not a romantic relationship. but it's also not a friendship (or at least, that's not the only thing it is).

which works out great! only problem is, it's given skizz a lot of doubts, not only with how he feels about scott but also with his own identity. it doesn't help that whenever they go out in public, people assume they're dating or in some other romantic-type... thing. they always explain it, though, and people get it.

until the one day they don't. skizz normally isn't bothered by assholes, even when they're intentionally being rude, but he'd already been having a bad day (as a matter of fact, that's why they went out, to try and help him feel better), and the person managed to hit every one of his insecurities about his relationships and his own identity, and he just kind of...

well, he didn't seem outwardly bothered at that moment in time, but he did take scott's hand and walk away, back to the house scott has in the World Hub. that's when he collapsed down on his friend's couch and asked him every little thing that'd been bothering him. do you think we're dating? am i just faking it? what if they're right and i AM in love with you romantically and i just don't realize it, or what if we're friends and nothing else and i'm just a hopeless romantic who's grabbing at every little hint of that storybook life i want, do you hate me for it, i know you do, i've basically just been leading you on and--

scott had shut him up rather quickly with a kiss on the cheek and gentle reassurances. it's not a perfect cure-all, but it's pretty damn close. and they'll work on those insecurities sometime soon.

not right now, though. right now it's time to bake cookies and laugh at the absolute mess the kitchen turns into.

They don't need to have the answers. It's as simple as that, even if Skizz's brain tries to convince him otherwise. They don't have to fit themselves into a neat little box to please other people. It's alright to simply be them.

What they do need answers for is how long these cookies should be in the oven!

[brown-sugar-89]

Man, I honestly love this alternate Sugary Spire universe you created, Especially Creampuff's design, HE'S SO ADORABLE, I WANT TO HUG HIM AND HELP HIM CALM DOWN FROM HIS ANXIETY, Could we have more about him please? (I would even like to know if I could draw him sometime 😳)

Thank youuuu! His design was a real struggle when I first tried coming up with it, yet Suzette turned out good enough almost immediately.. I just couldn't really decide what vibe he has to give off. You can maybe see his attire having more blue tint to it and more pale skin in my oldest art (ew)

I'd say if Peppino is 40% of anger, 40% of anxiety and maybe 20% of sillyness, then it's 20/40/40 for Creampuff with anxiety leading, he has hard time putting himself together but tries his best to.. He can lash out like Pizzelle sometimes does, but it rarely occurs as he dislikes any sort of violence really. Except when he's in fight, his mittens resemble boxing gloves.. It's rather cosmetic and toon-y, but I seen Pizzelle having this quirk and it actually fits Puff a lot too! (He's like a big elephant that'd be afraid of a tiny mouse..) Baking is one of the only things that can calm him down too ❤️

And his birthname isn't Creampuff nor Cannoli, he just changed it when he had to retire from all the war crap and stick to his new life.. neither do Pizzelle or Pizzano have their canonical explanation for their names, but I, again, thought it would be neat. I'm not telling you his real name though... Just insert here some generic Italian name.. I guess..

Turning back to comparison with Peppino, I see a lot that people really love to give him some sort of adopted child or maybe a delivery boy and I wholeheartedly think it would really suit Creampuff the best.. If I had to dive in, he's just a guy that was supposed to have his loved family at this age, but doesn't have one. He's really nice, caring, has got a big heart to share, and would make up a great father figure or a teacher :^) But he still has Gustavo helping him out so he's not as miserable as you might think now..

I hope it clears something up for you, tysm for asking me!!!! And drawing him is totally alright, I adore any fanart and would gladly devour yours ❤️❤️🥹please accept your portion of creampuff

[mmani-e]

Part 3 of the lineart teasers for Danganronpa Demix: THH, featuring:

Moral Compass Junko

Fashionista Kiyotaka

Biker Mukuro

Soldier Mondo

Sparkling Justice

Disguised Mondo (as Taka)

As always change will surely come for these designs and have some design insights below. Thank you for peeping, the final piece with all of them should be in the next few weeks.

Junko - Junko's a moral committee member known for being really really weird and off-putting but stupidly effective. She crocks up silly plans to basically cause everyone around her to sweat and be terrified of her despite her not really doing anything wrong. Essentially she's a fucking psychopath still but her focus is more on constantly entertaining herself rather than just dipping into despair, and mass-social engineering is the most fun thing for her. The easiest way to access that sorta thing is become part of the school morals committee.

Kiyotaka - Kiyotaka's family ruination goes a little worse in this AU, as Kiyotaka's family's grief really gets to him, he reminesces over the perfect world he had in his life, and seeks to create a world without pain or poverty or hatred... through eliminating free will, and establishing permanent control through despair! Can't have corruption when nobody's motivated to do anything right?

Mukuro - The events of Mukuro and Junko's early years still occur in this timeline, and Mukuro is convinced to run away to Europe, for what particular reason matters little, and Mukuro gets found by a gang of bikers in eastern europe, the violent variety, one she climbs up in and becomes leader of in record pace. Also she's still weird about her sister, but in a less screwed up way, she's just really clingy and the way she and Junko become better friends again is when Junko messes with her so much Mukuro gets fed up with her and bad mouths her to oblivion, something Junko highly appreciates.

Mondo - I'm still cooking this one up, but essentially Daiya's death sparks a way, way bigger catalyst than Mondo could ever hope to believe and his gang are impressed and indebted into becoming a private paramilitary group used by one of the people they'd wronged in the past. But this ends up being something Mondo would prove to be way too good at, something that'd blow up stupendously in the face of the person that initially forced them into working for them.

Sparkling Justice - He has a gun, a revolver and shoots bad people, bc in danganronpa 1 Makoro uses guns and truth bullets, I thought it'd be neat to give that to our serial killer. Also I gave him an ahoge styled after Takumi Hajirahara because it's heavily implied he is sparkling justice, also gave him a bit of a simpler mask. Probably will tweak it more.

Disguised Mondo - Yeah thtere's not really any kind of rhyme or reason for this I just think it'd be really funny if "Taka" didn't even remotely look like Taka but for some inexplicable reason Mondo can just do a perfect Taka impression and everyone's like "yep works for me."

[chubphoe-linkclick]

Link Click Superpower Mechanics: Time Travel and How to Change the Past

and why neither Cheng Xiaoshi nor Lu Guang can do it alone

Tl;dr: the past CAN be changed, but you have to know the secret cheat codes to do so because the cause-effect relationship of events is mad complicated and conditional on borderline random factors. Only Lu Guang's supernatural observer powers can see these 'cheat codes' to safely direct Cheng Xiaoshi's actions to end up at the correct state. Moreover, Cheng Xiaoshi's autonomy when diving allows new possibilities to occur in the past that would otherwise have been impossible.

In Season 2 Episode 2, we see Lu Guang use his powers on all the camera feeds in the hospital and it gives a node-link graph visual in the background as his powers activate along with the more concrete visual of the hospital, CXS and QL's locations (presumably), and the person they're tracking. This graph representation in the background could actually be a hint on how Lu Guang's powers work, and it could explain why he talks about death as 'unchangeable nodes.' It's not an unusual way to think about things, but maybe there is a reason he uses the word "node" specifically.

Maybe the way Lu Guang experiences his powers is like an insanely complicated graph with multiple paths and outcomes that then also move in a bizarre chronological way, rather than seeing specific events unfold on a simple and neat line or a tree of possible events and outcomes. [Based on the visual below, the graph that Lu Guang sees is cyclic i.e. not a tree, so you can go around in circles without changing the outcome if you're not careful even if the actual events change: the meaningful causality is missing.]

If timelines are actually graphs, this affects how we can interpret how timelines work because it essentially bundles actions together in nodes, which is much more limited than allowing a near-infinite combination of any actions and outcomes. It also means that moving from Point A to Point B via Action X could be conditional on factors unforeseeable in real time (or unrealistic to account for in real time) because they've been bundled together in these nodes.

This fits with what we've seen of the missions so far and fits with Season 2's themeing of unchangeable fate while explaining why Cheng Xiaoshi couldn't change events when he dived by himself. Lu Guang to direct Cheng Xiaoshi to choose the correct series of action-bundles for a specific outcome, since which actions are bundled together isn't clear in real time as the actual timeline changes.

Okay, but couldn't we know this while using the regular framing of time as a line?

Maybe (?), but-

Thinking of time as a timeweb rather than a timeline explains more about Lu Guang's experience as well as why he does what he does and keeps Cheng Xiaoshi on such a short leash without explanation: it's just an insane amount of information that's hard to comprehend let alone explain to fucking Cheng Xiaoshi.

It tells us about Lu Guang's predictive abilities when looking at the 12 hour time frame of a photo, since he can see branches of possible actions and outcomes that are quite different from what actually happened (something that'd be impossible if he's just seeing the raw events of a photograph).

This explanation also explains why they're able to change the past without rewriting the present: because the critical path from Point A to Point B wasn't changed.

This also tells us that Cheng Xiaoshi's powers opens up new possibilities that Lu Guang could not see on his own (cough cough end of S2). Consider when Lu Guang couldn't tell what would happen if Cheng Xiaoshi won the basketball game: because it was a section of the graph that was never supposed to exist. Lu Guang can (likely) only see nodes that were realistically possible to occur in the original timeline. So Cheng Xiaoshi's influence can completely disrupt his ability to read events because it forcibly creates a series of nodes/action-bundles that were not supposed to exist thus forcing Lu Guang to re-use his ability from scratch, re-expend the energy to read a photo's timeweb, and completely recalibrate his planning to make sure Cheng Xiaoshi stays safely on course (which also takes time).

There are likely future implications that we're unaware of and need to be considered. For example, the fact that CXS, QL and Xiao Ma are all represented as nodes in his view could be used to work backwards on the limitations of his powers and the knowledge he's able to glean from them.

Suddenly Lu Guang's controlling attitude when they're diving makes a lot more sense, and I know I'd be pissy with Cheng Xiaoshi too if I were him.

[prodgermmath]

List of reasons to vote for Kamala Harris, for those unconvinced:

Elon Musk really wants Trump to win.

Jeff Bezos also wants Trump to win.

She'd be the first female US President, and that'd be nice.

It'd lock in that Hilary Clinton can't be the first female US President.

Hilary Clinton will have to be hanging around and facing up to the fact that the first female US President isn't her, and I think that'll be neat to see.

It'd lock in that the first female US President won't be Ivanka Trump.

Honestly I'm not as worried about that as I was four years ago, but it'll be nice to not have to worry about it at all.

Elon Musk is probably going to somehow become even more divorced if Harris wins. On the other hand, if Trump wins, he'll become worse than ever.

If Trump becomes President again, I'll have to think about that all the time! I don't wanna think about that all the time! Do it for me!

You know that thing where Right Wingers keep posting pictures of Ella Emhoff (Harris's stepdaughter) and saying "This is the dangers of letting Harris into the White House! The Daughter she raised looks like this!!!", and everyone is just like "Huh? She's a normal woman? What's even your point." and the right wingers go "Oh... erm. Well, yeah. We'll see. Just saying."? What's going on there? Frankly I want to see where that ends up going over the course of a Harris Presidency.

Speaking of Emhoff, she's a vocal supporter of trans rights, and I think it'd be nice to have that in the First Family, rather than whatever's going on with the Trumps.

Seriously, I just really don't want to have to hear about Trump all the time! If he gets in, my Dad's going to be talking about it all the time. Please! For me! Don't get him in!

And to put the disclaimer here to stop people being mad at me. Yes I know these are all petty reasons. I'm not saying any of the big stuff, because look at what the title is. Also yes, I know Harris also sucks, everything sucks!! We only have bad choices! Oh no!

[dullahandyke]

Realised I haven't talked about any individual characters aside from darumi and I'd like to say that I was a bit hesitant about Takumi but he's grown on me :) might even just be that this new 3D animation style looks rlly nice but something about his face is so nice

[ID: four screenshots of Takumi Sumino from the trailer for The Hundred Line - Last Defense Academy. He has red hair dyed with a streak of black, purple eyes, and a monochrome streetwear outfit.]

Very obvious questions about what tf happens to his companion aside (seriously, this better not be a fridging speedrun), I think the opening lines are interesting. They're pretty standard to establish 'normal boy in normal world', but something about the phrasing of 'I live my life in the same town, with the same people' intrigues me. Maybe it's just to foreshadow him being thrown into a new situation with new people, but if it's just 16 kids holed up in the same dome-covered school, that'd pretty easily establish the same sense of monotony rather than shattering it. Something to think about, maybe.

That aside, his killin' uniform comes with red eyeliner. Pretty neat!

[ID: a cropped screenshot of Takumi in his uniform, focused on his eyes, which are lined with red eyeliner.]

[just-some-friendly-fun]

Maybe, I sound a little nitpicky here, or some other word that I can't figure out right now to determine the current tone of my words but.

Looking through some of the fanfiction, in regards to Bi-Han, I think some baffled me in particular and it's not even that big of a deal or anything but it just scratches beneath my skin a little. Like, oh! Bi-Han cooking something for you! I can see that!-- what do you mean he's making you a complete English meal.

Unless it's something that the reader enjoys, and he's making it in favor to their taste preference, then that's sweet! But.... Where's my stuff..... Where's the chicken congee... Where is- where is all the traditional recipes he should know? I get that making eggs, bacon, and french toast are easy (sometimes) but-- there is other easy to make stuff. I'm not expecting Bi-Han to be headcanoned as some top tier chef but, him knowing some traditional home recipes should be natural thing to him, no? Maybe he learned from his mother, or some other. I think that'd be neat to think about, just simple basic home meals he's learned and makes for himself and rarely, but sometimes, for others. I think all in general, I just really want to see like some proper representation of Bi-Han, or just even Kuai Liang, maybe even Tomas adapting to some of his adoptive family's behaviors while he was raised, like some stuff like how some people can't properly apologize so in form of apology, people mainly serve a plate of fruit as an act of forgiveness rather than outright saying it, or just ANYTHING ELSE.

[tacky-optic]

i have unprompted lupin-esque questions pop into my stream of conscious, interrupting my day-to-day wholesale, and one of them is "damn. does lupin only have three companions because zenigata never caved and joined him". like what kind of question is that??

i think its one of the more recurring ones because the sorta lines in lupin tv/films that're like "kinda surprising you're a cop" or "you'd fit in real well with us" or, the wombo combo of the two, "your skills are wasted on your job" really dig into my brain and won't feckin' leave.

in a lot of iterations, jigen and goemon meet lupin when they're tasked with killing him. fujiko's essentially his other rival. and yet, despite whatever the rest of the gang may be doing or whoever they pledge themselves to or whatever other jobs they might take on they always wind up right next to lupin again. on the same team, even.

and then there's zenigata. the sole obstinate holdout. they truce, they save each other's lives, have an avengers bonus credit scene shawarma lunch, etc etc. yet he isn't *with* them. he dips after they stop some evil billionaire from blowing up a city for some asinine power/profit grab or whatever the fuck, shouting that he'll "get them next week" while comically shaking his fist at the sky, and jigen rolls his eyes for the dozenth time and goes "that guy'll never change, will he". no jigen, he won't. when things calm down he'll sit alone in his office and do paperwork for all the property damage he caused with lupin & co. like he always does.

lupin and zenigata prefer it that way, obviously. they know their roles and how to play them. zenigata's too good to be a cop but he's also too good to be with lupin. lupin will kill in self-defense whereas zenigata will *not* kill, period. a la "life is a much more incredibly significant thing".

and then there's the *other* obviously-- the adversarial aspect. they can only *truly* challenge each other if they're on opposing sides. jigen stuck around after lupin beat him. goemon pledged his allegiance to lupin after he bested him. fujiko cozies up to lupin because it's easier than outright contesting him. but lupin is the best criminal and zenigata is the best cop. of course they'll never swap sides. they have the most fun from where they are.

"but tackyyy, what if he *did* join them?" you may ask. well whether it'd be cathartic for zenigata or not aside, there's some other q's that come up that deserve some consideration.

would the gang finally be "complete" if zenigata finally shed his inspector title? what would that look like, how would it work out? what does that even *mean*? is lupin just collecting people he thinks are neat? if so, if a hypothetical (realllllllly emphasizing that hypothetical btw) fourth-- someone with skills on the right level and surprisingly good chemistry with the gang-- came along, would lupin welcome them? or would lupin look at zenigata and go "nah, i'd rather have *that* guy"? lots of stuff to explore.

but at the end of the day there's one thing that really gets my brain gears turning. i think zenigata's higher-ups imagine him on lupin's side and shudder. i think *zenigata* imagines himself on lupin's side and shudders. i think the only way his full potential can be realized is if he's with lupin *permanently*. those blips of unbridled feral skill wouldn't be blips anymore. they'd be normal. and devastating. and the five of them would be unstoppable. and maybe that'd scare him, finally knowing exactly what he's capable of. maybe it *already* scares him, knowing he's the only one who can decide what happens.

[maddy-k-reads-all-day]

Okay, I need to know if we have any tbhk MANGA and Amanda the Adventurer fans out there because I just had a neat Amanda Au idea. (You're already scared, aren't ya?)

An Amanda the Adventurer "Picture Perfect Arc" AU. Not really that'd it'd follow the excat plot of the arc rather just the concept and world building. Because the concept behind this Arc is so cool to me.

Okay, just [picture] it. For those who don't read TBHK, the concept behind the picture perfect arc is that the characters are trapped in a perfect picture. A fictional world created where everything is like... the best it can possibly be for all the characters. Nene can go to school with all her friends, both human and supernatural, which in the real world is impossible. And um, minor tbhk spoilers

Yashiro Nene can't die young here. She can live forever in a peaceful world where nothing ever goes wrong. A world where she is guaranteed to always be happy.

Now the choice presented for the characters is if they'll stay (and lose their memories of the real world in 3 days time) or leave (Which would require either killing the "main characters" of the fictional world or finding the exit which in the manga was the literal MOON so yeah).

What's interesting about this arc is how much we learned about the characters through the ways they handled this dilemma. Would they stay in this fictional world or return to reality? Would they even consider killing the "main characters" just to escape? Etc. Etc. That would make it really interesting to see Amanda and Wooly in that situation.

That said, I feel like in Amanda and Wooly's case, they would probably BOTH want to stay. I mean, there are literally no consequences. While yes, they'd be going from being trapped in one fictional world to another, this one is a vast improvement. Amanda could be human again living with her father. Even if it's all fake... it's nice to have a happy dream, right? I mean, in the manga, the characters were treated like they were being dumb for wanting to leave, and honestly, you could argue that maybe they were. But that's why this idea is fun and interesting, and I'd wanna share it even though I have no idea what I'd do with it.