#by unleashing his dorkiness

[ansonmountdaily]

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds Season 1 behind the scenes

Some highlights of Anson Mount appearing in the DVD extra features.

[jamiesgotchu]

Do you have any gravity falls tickle headcanons?

HELLOO ANON YES I DO!! You have no idea what monster you've just unleashed

HERE ARE MY HEADCANONS FOR MY FAVE:

Dipper Pines

this poor guy

- when his ticklishness is brought up, he pulls this face ^

- his voice cracks BAD when he laughs enough, and so the more someone tickles him, the more ammo the tickler has to make fun of him (lovingly)

- him and mabel get into tickle fights often (9/10 times he loses, but only because Mabel knows all his worst spots)

- Out of every character, he's the one to have his ticklishness used against him the most

- his laugh is full of dorky giggles, voice cracks and the occasionally girly screech (Mabel will NOT let him live that down)

Stanford Pines

- Ford tickles Dipper often, and Ford claims it's "for scientific purposes" (it's not, he just thinks it's fun)

- Speaking of this, Ford will occasionally sneak up behind Dipper when he least expects it, then yell "SURPRISE EXPERIMENT!!" and tickle the living daylights outta him

- 6 fingers = one extra tickle per hand!

- He is SUPER sweet and goofy when he tickles people, especially his niece and nephew

- But if it's a tickle chase, he is TERRIFYING

- like, COME ON, LOOK:

- He's the kinda guy to have the biggest smile on his face and let out occasional chuckles while tickling

- Not very ticklish, but there's ONE spot on his ribs that get him going

- (Psst: Stan has that exact same bad spot. They're twins after all<3)

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Oh My, Good Lord

Day #25 - Gareth | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Gareth | Pairing: Gareth/Di (OC), Background Steddie | Tags: Future Fic, Retired Corroded Coffin, TikTok Trends, Who Can You Traumatize If Not Your Friends?

Gareth watches the analytics tick upwards and he's getting concerned. It was meant to be a joke. Now, it's breaking containment. 

Nobody has ID'd him yet, not as far as he knows, but there are lots of comments that mention that he looks familiar. So, it's coming. His tattoos are on full display, so he might as well be showing the world his fingerprints.

They're gonna figure it out. 

And as soon as that happens, it's gonna get picked up by TMZ and then Eddie's gonna know and never shut the fuck up about it.

He should delete it. 

Quit while he's ahead. 

But, Di likes it. Says he looks good, and that she wants to show off her sexy husband. She's the one that put it to that popular sound clip and uploaded it to an account unattached to either of them. Just for fun, and it was fun, at first. Now it's threatening to really go viral and there'll be no escaping identification if that happens.

So, he's standing by. Hoping it'll have its brief moment in the algorithm and then fizzle out.

It's not like it's that racy. He's showing less than he showed every night for decades onstage. But he still feels exposed. The before, the kind of dorky kid that was in Hellfire Club, that's how he feels inside. Not whoever that slicked-back hair guy is.

Gareth's phone buzzes on his desk, and he picks it up, and it's a text from Eddie:

Got something to tell me, kid?

Gareth isn't sure what he's talking about, but then a photo is attached and yep. There it is. A screenshot of his viral video.

This you?

Well, shit.

He hovers in the text box, and he knows Eddie can see that he's dithering. Before he can make a decision, his phone is ringing. He'd just as well face the music now, there'll be no avoiding it. Not when it comes to Eddie.

He's never gonna live this down. No way in hell.

"Shut up," Gareth says by way of greeting, and Eddie just laughs, and laughs, and laughs.

"Kid," he finally says, "does Di know you did this?"

"Di filmed it and uploaded it. Yeah, she knows. I was an innocent bystander."

Eddie laughs, "Just wait until Goodie finds out."

Gareth grabs a fistful of his own hair and tugs. Goodie won't ever let it go. Gareth may have to move to another continent to escape him. Eddie will make fun, but it won't be anything on what Goodie'll unleash.

"Do not tell him, Eddie. I swear to god. How'd you even find it in the first place?"

"Steve. It showed up on his for you page, and he yelped like he'd been struck by lightning."

"Do I at least look good?" Gareth asks.

"Uh, well, I had to tell Steve to either mute his phone, put on headphones or, you know, just stop watching it on a loop. One or the other. The music was driving me crazy."

Gareth laughs. He's under no illusions that Steve Harrington actually thinks he's attractive, that's absurd, but there was something mesmerizing about it. That seamless quick cut from one version of him to the other. The stats show that people are looping it, for sure. How, even to himself, it was crazy to watch how he changed how he looked. Like he might not have been the same person at all.

He was, though. Yeah, Di made him up to be extra dorky for the before, but she also did some magic on the after, both in real life and with some sort of filter on top. But both worked together to make him look pretty damn different than he does on a daily basis. He falls somewhere in between the two. Not that goofy, but not that attractive, either.

But, he can almost look like that. It's been a funhouse mirror of a weird thing to realize. 

And now Eddie knows. 

Fuck.

He finds Di in the kitchen, folding towels. 

"Eddie knows."

She looks up, meeting his eyes.

"Eddie knows what?" Di asks, folding another towel and putting it on top of the large stack on the kitchen island as she grabs the next one.

"About the tiktok," he says, and she laughs. Fucking cackles, and he smiles, because if she's that delighted there's no way he can't be, too.

"How'd he find it?" she asks.

"Steve," Gareth answers, "because the universe hates me."

"The universe wouldn't have given you that face if it hated you," she says, leaning forward and squeezing both of his cheeks between her fingers. 

He's old. A dad. Of adults. 

He was in a band, and they retired. That's how old he is. That his band stopped because they were so old they didn't want to be on the road anymore. 

Now he's a tiktok thot. 

The front door opens and slams closed, and Gareth looks up, expecting Eddie. It's not Eddie. He wishes it were Eddie.

Goodie's got his phone up, that seven-second clip of music playing on a loop.

Gareth hangs his head, "How'd you find out?"

"The kids called. Wanted to know when Uncle Gare got hot," Goodie says, "I'm traumatized. Is this a midlife crisis?"

"If it is, it's Di's," Gareth says.

"She did this?!" Goodie hollers, "She's the one that unleashed this evil onto the world?"

"Yep. Keep playing that, you're making me money." 

Goodie pauses, then slumps down onto the couch, the music abruptly cutting off, "Well. If it was Di."

"Oh, when she does it, it's fine? But if I'd done it, that'd be gross?"

"Of course. She did it, and that's funny. If you'd did it, it'd just be sad."

Gareth ignores him. Then has a thought.

"So, Uncle Gare is hot, huh?" Gareth asks, unable to resist poking Goodie just one more time.

"Stop. I beg of you. Those are my children and they both need to find Jesus for saying such things."

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇

Notes: Based off this tiktok. It just felt very Gareth-coded to me, and, well, here we are. The fake tiktok video screen in the header is made from a picture from Gwydion's insta where he dressed up like Gareth.

[hurriane23456]

Under The Wolf's Skin- Part 2

Part 1

As the two men returned to the trailer, they were both still buzzing from the adrenaline of the stunt and the intensity of the whole experience. Ethan peeled off the mask, the cool air hitting his face a welcome relief from the heat of the werewolf costume. Suddenly, he caught sight of Zach, his face flushed and eyes bright with excitement.

“What’s with that look?” Ethan chuckled, a few beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.

Zach licked his lips, unable to hide his hunger. “You were incredible out there. Watching you wear the gear like that… It really gets to me.” His voice dropped, slightly teasing. “Especially since I know how sweaty it is.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. “Is that so? Should I expect a cold shower when we’re done?”

The banter hung in the air, simmering with unresolved tension. It was then that Ethan noticed the obvious—Zach was hard, and the sight made his own breath hitch.

“Wow, someone’s excited,” Ethan teased, a thrill running through him.

Zach smirked, the playful challenge evident in his eyes. “Can you blame me? It’s hot knowing you wore my gear—that I’ve been sweating in it for hours.” He stepped closer, his voice low and sultry. “You were so confident wearing it. It’s… a turn-on.”

Ethan felt that thrill coil within him, rising from his belly. He leaned closer, brushing his fingers down Zach’s chest, feeling the heat radiate from his skin. “There’s only one thing to do about that.”

“Like what?” Zach breathed, his excitement palpable.

“Put the mask back on,” Ethan replied with a sly smile, gesturing toward the werewolf mask still resting on the counter. “Let’s see what happens next.”

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Zach reached for the mask and slowly pulled it over his head, the wetness from earlier clinging to his skin. The moment the mask settled into place, he transformed before Ethan’s eyes—his expression shifted to one of primal intensity, the fierce werewolf persona now fully embodied. The dark fur and menacing features seemed to amplify the heat in the air, and Ethan's breath caught in his throat.

“Damn, you look good,” Ethan murmured, his voice thick with desire. He stepped closer, feeling the heat radiate off Zach, who was now just in the mask and Ethan's clothes from earlier—his boxers and the snug polo shirt. The contrast between the playful dorkiness of the outfit and the ferocity of the mask sent a thrill through Ethan.

Zach took a moment to adjust to the mask, the weight of it both a thrill and a burden. He inhaled deeply, the scent of his own sweat mixing with the fabric of the clothes, and he felt the primal energy surging within him. “Now I really feel like the beast,” he growled, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down Ethan's spine.

Ethan felt adrenaline pulse through him as he moved closer, his hands reaching out to explore Zach’s body. The sight of Zach in just the mask, the tight polo clinging to his form, made Ethan's heart race. “You want it bad, don’t you?”

“Yes…” Zach growled beneath the mask, the sound vibrating through the air, heightening Ethan’s arousal.

Ethan slid his hands down Zach’s sides, feeling the heat emanating from his body. He could sense the tension coiling within Zach, and the knowledge that he had the power to unleash that tension excited him. “Let’s see how much you can handle,” Ethan said, his voice low, a smirk playing on his lips.

He pushed Zach back gently until he felt the couch behind him. Zach's breath quickened, the mask amplifying the intensity of his reactions. Ethan knelt before him, still clad in the full werewolf costume, the sensation of the fur against his skin making him feel even more primal.

With a teasing smile, Ethan reached for Zach's cock, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric of the polo shirt. He wrapped his fingers around it, relishing the way Zach bucked into his touch, the mask only heightening the urgency of his need. “You like that, huh?”

Zach nodded vigorously, the mask filtering his expression into something wild and untamed. “Suck it,” he commanded, his voice thick with need.

Ethan wasted no time. He lowered his mouth, taking Zach into his warm embrace, swirling his tongue around the tip before descending further down the length. The taste of sweat and musk filled his senses, and he reveled in the way Zach responded—each moan, each thrust, pushing Ethan further into a frenzy.

As Ethan sucked, he could feel the weight of the costume pressing down on him, amplifying the sensations coursing through his body. He reached up, feeling the dampness of the werewolf gear against his skin. The combination of the costume and Zach's primal nature sent waves of heat coursing through him.

Zach groaned, arching his back as Ethan took him deeper, the sensation igniting a fire in his belly. “God, yes! Just like that!” he shouted, the sound muffled but raw with urgency.

Ethan's heart raced as he admired Zach, the mask adding an exhilarating edge to the moment. He leaned closer, his breath warm against Zach's ear, and whispered, “You ready for me?” The anticipation was palpable, and he could see the eagerness in Zach’s eyes, even beneath the fierce mask.

Without waiting for an answer, Ethan reached for the lube, slick and cool in his hands. He poured a generous amount onto his fingers, the clear gel glistening under the dim light of the trailer. “Let’s make sure you’re nice and ready,” he said, his voice low and sultry. He positioned himself behind Zach, who was still clad in the snug polo and the mask, his body taut with excitement.

With one finger, Ethan teased the edge of Zach’s entrance, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. He pushed in slowly, allowing Zach to adjust to the intrusion. “You’re so tight,” Ethan murmured, thrill coursing through him as he watched Zach’s back arch in response. He gradually added a second finger, curling them expertly, seeking that sweet spot that would make Zach moan.

Zach’s breath hitched, muffled by the mask, but Ethan could feel the tension in his body easing as he worked his fingers deeper. “Just like that,” Ethan encouraged, moving his fingers in a steady rhythm, the slickness of the lube making the sensations even more electrifying. With each thrust of his fingers, he could sense Zach's body yearning for more, urging him to take the next step.

“More, Ethan,” Zach pleaded, his voice a husky whisper filled with need. The urgency in his tone ignited a fire within Ethan, and he couldn’t help but lean in closer, brushing his lips along the curve of Zach’s neck. “You’re almost there,” he promised, his fingers working their magic as he prepared Zach for the thrilling connection that awaited them both.

“Please, don’t make me wait,” Zach gasped, his body trembling with anticipation beneath the layers of clothing.

Ethan pulled back, his mouth slick and glistening, and stood up, positioning himself behind Zach. He could feel the heat radiating off his partner, the excitement swirling through the air making every nerve in his body tingle with desire. “I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, the primal instincts of the werewolf costume taking over.

With that, Ethan pressed forward, slowly sliding inside Zach. The heat enveloped him, and he couldn’t help but groan as he buried himself deep. Zach let out a muffled cry, the sound echoing within the mask, driving Ethan wild.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Ethan gasped, his hands gripping Zach’s hips as he thrust deeper. The weight of the costume felt empowering, and with each thrust, he reveled in the primal connection they shared, the ferocity of the moment building between them.

Zach’s body responded eagerly, pushing back against Ethan, urging him on. “Harder! Don’t stop!” he begged, the mask only heightening the intensity of his words.

Ethan complied, his thrusts growing more forceful, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the trailer. The heat inside the costume was nearly unbearable, but it only fueled his desire. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against Zach’s exposed neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and musk that drove him wild.

“Just like that,” Zach panted, the mask muffling his words but not his need. “I want to feel you—be the beast.”

As Ethan thrust deeper into Zach, the heat of the moment ignited a primal need in him. He could feel the slickness of sweat coating both their bodies, amplifying the raw intensity of their connection. With each powerful thrust, he lost himself further in the rhythm, his breath coming in heavy gasps. Suddenly, an idea sparked in his mind. He wanted to see Zach fully embrace the beast—wanted to feel that wild energy between them as he took control.

With a firm grip, Ethan reached up and pulled the mask off Zach’s face, tossing it aside. He could see the glimmer of desire in Zach’s eyes, filled with eagerness and hunger. “Now it’s my turn,” Ethan growled, and without hesitation, he slid the mask over his own face. The sensation was electric—the warm, damp material clung to his skin, the scent of sweat and musk enveloping him as if he was slipping into another layer of himself.

As he continued to thrust into Zach, the weight of the mask transformed everything. It heightened his senses, making every motion feel more intense, more carnal. The soft fur of the costume brushed against Zach’s skin, and the heat radiating from their bodies mixed with the warmth of the mask made Ethan feel utterly alive. He caught sight of Zach watching him with wide eyes, filled with awe as the transformation completed him.

“God, you look incredible,” Zach gasped, his voice thick with need, and that only drove Ethan wilder. The mask felt like a second skin, amplifying his primal instincts as he pounded into Zach with renewed vigor. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them—lost in an intoxicating dance of lust and power. Each thrust was a declaration of dominance, and Ethan reveled in the sensation of being fully enveloped in the role of the beast. The combination of the mask and the body beneath him ignited a fire within him that he couldn’t control, pushing him to the edge as they both surrendered to the wildness of the moment.

With each thrust, Ethan lost himself deeper in the moment. The combination of the costume, Zach’s words, and the sheer intensity of their connection pushed him closer to the edge. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, entwined in this primal dance of passion.

Finally, with one last deep thrust, they both reached their crescendo, erupting together into a tide of intense sensation that merged them into one, the line between costumes and desires blurred in the fog of passion.

As Ethan collapsed against Zach, he pulled the masked figure closer, feeling their shared heartbeats. The post-coital silence settled into the trailer—two breaths mixed in satisfied chaos, surrendered at last.

“I guess that stunt went better than expected,” Ethan murmured, still caught in the aftershocks of their encounter.

“Can we do it again?” Zach chuckled softly, his voice muffled behind the mask.

“Only after we switch back!” Ethan laughed, pulling away slightly to meet Zach’s gaze, feeling a warmth in his chest as they both caught their breath.

The trailer held echoes and stories now—nothing like any script they’d face together ahead but rather the thrilling chapters they would continue to weave together—exploring these uncharted territories against the wild beats of their authentic selves.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for hating this kid who's been nothing but a nuisance?

I (13? M) recently ended up living with a weird old man and three other boys my age after because skeletons stole my sister and I wanted her back. Everything was fine, me and the three boys even started to be trained for these elemental powers we have. I am the master of fire. About a month ago there was reports that a village was under attack by an ancient evil. So naturally the four of us with powers decide to save the day. (This whole saving the day thing became expected of us a while back.)

Turns out when we got to this village it wasn't an ancient evil but instead his dorky 8 year old son. We brushed him off which made him angry. So as a result he unleashed the five anthropomorphic snake tides I thought were fake. They all ended up hating him, rightfully so.

Because of this my mentor, who is apparently this kids uncle forces us to take him in. All he has done so far is prank us, and just all around be a minor inconvenience. This has resulted in me and the other three boys hating him with a burning passion.

So am I the asshole for hating this spawn of Satan 8 year old?

[giggleeclown]

I’m really good with anything. I saw you mentioning there is not enough stuff for pap so fire away!

A set of lee, ler and switch Papyrus drawing and fanfiction prompts under the cut!

Oh you have unleashed the flame

I’ll give you a lil of everything so you have options, hehehe. (And if anyone else wants to give these ideas a shot, to write or to draw, go ahead! I probably won’t write these. Just please credit me if you do anything with these prompts!)

Lee!Papyrus Prompts:

(Someone of your choice) wants to ‘test something’ on papyrus. So he, gullibly and eagerly, holds still and allows them to.

Sans wonders if after all these years Pap is still ticklish. He has a plan to catch him off guard.

During Papyrus’ first cooking lesson with Toriel, he seems to be taking it too seriously and gets discouraged and stressed. Luckily, Toriel knows how to show him that cooking can be a lighthearted, non-stress hobby.

Sans has a stressful day, and Papyrus’ laugh improves his mood. He decides to use him as a stress toy.

On the surface, Papyrus experiences a thunderstorm for the first time, and is deathly terrified. Frisk shows him there’s nothing to worry about with a few tickles.

(Someone of your choice that isn’t sans) touches Papyrus’ exposed spine, curious of how the bones feel. His squeak raises some questions.

Frisk wants to show Papyrus their special attack.

Sans discovers that Papyrus makes funny noises when he’s tickled for long periods of time, such as snorts, squeaks, screeches and others. They cause him to laugh, too, so both of them are laughing happily.

Papyrus has the hiccups. (Someone of your choice) knows how to get them to stop.

Papyrus claims he’s too old for a bedtime story to try to be tougher. (He’s determined to be tougher to join the royal guard.) Sans takes this as an opportunity to mess with him and ‘cries’ into his shoulder that ‘he’s sad that he’s not his little brother anymore’ (just makes goofy sobbing noises and nuzzles his face into his shoulder and neck) until Papyrus admits he’s wanted a story the whole time

Papyrus detests that Sans calls him a goofball in front of their friends. Sans wants to prove to them how dorky his little brother is.

Papyrus is crying in his room, secretly thinking he’s a failure. Sans comes in to comfort him and cheer him up.

Child!Papyrus falls down and gets hurt. He begins to cry, but Child!Sans hates to see him cry and quickly tickles him to get him to laugh instead and forget the pain.

For once, Papyrus has a nightmare where he loses Sans. He needs physical comfort from his brother, but Sans takes it to another level.

Child!Papyrus is eager for Santa to come, and won’t go to sleep. (Older Child, maybe Teenage?) Sans has to get him to sleep somehow.

Papyrus comments on how fluffy and soft Toriel’s fur is after a good hug. Toriel can’t resist.

Frisk gets a random call from papyrus. Turns out he accidentally called them while in a tussle with Undyne. Frisk hears him get the hell tickled out of him. Papyrus realizes all too late that frisk has been listening in.

Undyne sneak attack tickles Papyrus in public, leading to embarrassment.

(Character(s) of your choice) find out how badly tickle teases and baby talk make Papyrus falter.

Sans remembers fondly of how he used to make Papyrus anticipate his tickles. It still works.

After all these years, papyrus is still scared of the tickle monster.

Papyrus gets raspberries from someone who isn’t sans (has lips and lungs) and realizes how different it feels. He goes into hysterics.

Sans can’t resist the fact that his goofy brother fell asleep with one arm over his head. He tickles him in his sleep and melts over his sleep-giggles.

Ler!Papyrus Prompts:

Sans reminisces on how Papyrus used to be smaller than Frisk. Papyrus becomes irritated and lifts Sans up, tickling him in mid air.

Papyrus loves to squeeze the squishy, ticklish human!

Sans wants to go out to Grillby’s. Papyrus has his ways of getting sans to stay home and eat with him.

Sans is having a nightmare. Papyrus gently tickles him in his sleep to make him calm down.

Papyrus is a hungry tickle monster. Frisk had better watch out!

Frisk is curious of how sans and papyrus can breathe air despite not having lungs. Papyrus eagerly shows them through raspberries.

Papyrus is curious of the human’s appendages that he doesn’t have. (Ears, stomach, cheeks). He decides to investigate.

Papyrus just wants to hear his brother laugh.

Undyne needs a good reason as to why she should let papyrus join the royal guard. He has a convincing strategy.

Papyrus is on a ticklish rampage, wanting to ‘spar’ his friends with tickles. (Lee(s) of your choice)

Sans won’t help and do housework with papyrus, so he’ll just have to make him.

(Character of your choice) is on the verge of tears. Luckily, the great papyrus is a master at comfort!

Sans is falling asleep at his sentry station… what better way to wake someone up than to give them a few tickles?

(Character of your choice) realizes Papyrus’ scarf tickles their neck when he hugs them. That gives Papyrus inspiration.

(Character of your choice) starts a tickle fight with papyrus. When he takes his gloves off.. they know he means business and is determined to win.

Papyrus discovers Undyne is ticklish. She can’t summon her green attack (or about 100 spears) fast enough.

Papyrus chases a very eager and very ticklish frisk on a high speed chase around the house!

Undyne has a sore spot on the back of her neck from training. Papyrus offers to (platonically) massage it out for her. He soon realizes the reason for her squirming.

Papyrus has a feather duster that was used to clean Sans’ dusty room one second… and used to clean Sans the next.

Sans, frisk and Papyrus all compare hand sizes. The fact that Papyrus’ are so much larger gives him an idea.

Frisk is crying, which causes papyrus to lift them up and comfort them. After they’ve calmed, their vulnerable position gives papyrus an idea.

Sans is asleep, papyrus gets a childish sense of mischief, deciding to sneak attack his brother with a raspberry through his shirt. His belly laughs are so worth it, even if sans gets a little annoyed.

Teen!Sans has a birthday present for Child!Papyrus. The little guy won’t back down until sans lets him open it early.

An annoyed Papyrus prods at a very drunk Sans in Grillby’s, not expecting him to be ticklish there. Sans becomes giggly, accidentally causing a scene.

Switch!Papyrus Prompts (more than one lee/ler)

Sans and Papyrus go to a human doctor for the first time. They didn’t expect check ups to tickle so much!

Asgore is trimming that hedge in the shape of Papyrus’ smile… but needs him to model and hold still. Sans just happens to stroll by… and make that very difficult. Papyrus gets distracted… and eventually retaliates on sans, forgetting about the hedge. Asgore has to break them both up in the tickliest way possible.

Sans is bored while Papyrus is watching MTT, and so he begins to crack jokes during the commercial break to annoy his little brother. Annoyed, Papyrus tickles Sans until the commercials are over. But the moment the show comes back on, Sans lunges at Papyrus. Soon, the show is long forgotten.

Neither Sans or Papyrus are tired one night. Sans, feeling mischevious, begins to tickle Papyrus’ neck. It eventually devolves into them chasing each other around the house, taking each other to the ground with tickles.

Papyrus and Sans do the ‘try not to laugh’ competition.

At a sleepover between Papyrus and (character(s) of your choice), tickle antics unfold.

Frisk is confused about Papyrus’ bones, Papyrus is confused about Frisk’s skin. Antics ensue.

That annoying dog, always getting into the brothers’ house!

Sans picks on Papyrus for his squeal, Papyrus picks on Sans for his snort.

Undyne and Papyrus’ once tactical but playful spar slowly devolves into a very determined tickle fight.

Papyrus wants to find Frisk’s tickle spots, but frisk is just as curious, and eventually retaliates.

I’ll probably add to this, but there are these for now! Feel free to do with this prompt list what you please, just please credit me! 💕

[imglowinginthedarkness]

currently 2am and i can't tell if i'm having one of those delirious late night old hyperfixation comebacks that go away when i finally succumb to sleep or if it really is coming back full force and knocking me over like a 13ft high ocean wave. said hyperfixation is undertale.

anyways, my dear favorite sans enjoyer (you) immediately came to mind. name everything you love about this skeleton man GO

BEE. OUUGHGHGH BEE YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOUVE JUST UNLEASHED. EVERYPNE SHUT UP I GOTTA TALK ABOUT MY BOY

god bro i literally cannot express how much i love sans the skeleton. like really and genuinely in every which way he is my Favorite Fucking Guy. ages ago my friends and i had a simp-based slideshow night where we made presentations about our biggest fictional crushes/hyperfixations and i made mine into a tier list bc i love putting things into arbitrary categories and the last tier was "category F: the final frontier (I’m pretty sure I’m going to be on my actual fucking deathbed before I get over these fuckers)” and guess who was #1 on the list babyyyy

but besides all the silly sentimental reasons why i like him so much, i just. genuinely he's such a good fuckin character. UT is a game with a fucking MEGALOAD of excellent characters designed in a lab to steal ur heart and sans is no exception. his introduction is so god damn good in terms of characterization. when you (frisk) first enter the underground proper, the only other character (besides flowey/napstablook technically) you've gotten to know at that point is toriel, and you just finished battling her specifically because she was trying to stop you from going through the door. you don't know anything about this new area except what toriel has told you/implied, that it's dangerous and full of monsters who are not your friends, who will try to kill you without a second thought. as you the player step into the snow, the background music is silent, there isn't any sort of comfort from the knowledge that you are now stuck in this new place without toriel's protection/guidance (not to mention your encounter with flowey and the fact that you can't get back into the ruins). the only thing you (frisk) can do is go forward, so you do. you start walking. it's quiet. it's cold. you're alone. and then you start to hear footsteps. you pass a stick on the ground, and the second it's out of view of you (the player), you hear someone (something?) step on it and break it. if you go back to look, no one's there. you're about to reach a small bridge when there's more footsteps, and suddenly you can't move, which is an absolutely terrible thing to happen when you're playing a video game. the footsteps get closer. a voice speaks, slow and purposeful. "human. don't you know how to greet a new pal? turn around, and shake my hand." you don't really have a choice. you turn, you take the figure's hand– and then there's a fucking FART NOISE and instantly the tension is completely fucking broken. it's like a dark cloud is lifted off of you. the music comes back in (sans' theme, bouncy and silly and perfect for him) and you see sans fully for the first time and he's this round dorky little funnyman with the biggest grin of all time and he switches up instantly, becoming a comedic relief character after essentially faking you out as your first “boss battle”. doing this is so freaking smart because it is a perfect showcase of sans as a character, not just hinting at his real level of power while also showing that he is at his core just a funnyman, but also exemplifying his primary strategy when it comes to avoiding conflict. he purposefully scares you, and then lifts the tension by revealing he's not here to hurt you, and that sense of relief makes you instantly trust him a little more. he starts his true introduction off with a joke, not just lowering your guard and making you underestimate him a little but also making you like him more and feel more at ease. not to mention it's the exact opposite of flowey's intro which is just such a cool additional thing. it's so good. it's sooo good.

and that's not even touching his relationship w papyrus, his connection to toriel and alphys, the fact that if you reset after defeating him in the genocide run, he could literally kill you the moment he meets you again (and he'd have every understandable reason to do so) but he chooses not to because at his core he WANTS to give you a chance, he wants to believe that even the worst person can change. not only that but in the genocide run he watches you kill his brother, the most important person in his life, and he STILL doesn't take action because he's holding out hope that you'll make the decision to stop on your own. it's only when you reach the judgment hall and you've killed almost every single other character that he finally decides to fight you himself because he's essentially accepted that you're not going to stop unless he stops you, and even then he knows he can't stop you! he only has 1 god damn hit point!! so he hits you with his biggest move right at the start, hoping that'll kick the wind out of you and make you stop trying to get past him, and then when that doesn't work, he dodges and dodges and dodges until he is literally falling asleep on his feet from pure exhaustion, until he's been fighting so long he physically cannot keep going. like it's framed as him going to sleep but let's be real, it's him passing out from fucking dodging and throwing everything but the kitchen sink at you for fucking ages, and his final resort is stalling you, but eventually his exhaustion catches up to him and you get the opportunity to attack him again. but even then he dodges your first attack, probably out of adrenaline, only to run right into your second because he's so fucking tired, he can't keep doing this, he's so tired.

like dude, i know, i kNOW he is funny haha skeleton but he is also genuinely such a good fucking character. he is silly and goofy but also so, so heartbreaking, lazy and yet so so smart, a silly little guy who loves his brother and who didn't ask to be so aware of the resets but he is and because he is he takes it upon himself to become the judge, to watch over you and if necessary make sure you don't take a step outside that hall. he's my fucking favorite dude. i could go on but this is already way way way too long. tl:dr i love him <3

[fantasylandbitch]

Which character is the most fun to write? Why?

My My @cocoamoonmalfoy

I think Ethan Landry is the character I had the most fun writing for, for my "A Love So Understanding" Scream 6 Series.

WHY? Well, I think while watching the film when Mindy says "Ethan Landry the guy no one would suspect is the killer because he's so Shy and Dorky" I felt that and I saw a bit of myself in Ethan because I'm sort of the same way. It's due to me being on the spectrum and I was always shy as a kid and always had a hard time talking to people unless their vibes were friendly. But anyway I was literally like 'damn Mindy why?' I feel like Mindy and myself would get along.

In addition, writing for Ethan felt easy and fun because as someone who is Shy and Dorky and much more I was able to tap into this shy and dorky side because it felt natural. He felt natural to write for as a character. When it came to the dark side of Ethan's character I did feel a bit concerned about how well I was writing his part because I had too much fun. It almost felt like I was tapping into this angry and manipulative side of myself that I would never wish to unleash on anyone. Especially if I don't get angry all of the time and for the manipulative part I would usually refrain from doing it because I know that it is a bad thing to do that in general.

Edit: I am also aware that it's very possible that I just had so much fun writing for his character.

[chronicrabbit]

Ok, here’s my thing.

I don’t think Eddie and Billy would’ve been friends as is.

Similar music taste isn’t enough to bridge that gap.

But I /do/ think if Billy survived season 3 and got his chance to heal and improve himself, they could’ve gotten there eventually.

Billy spends months in the hospital, doped up on pain killers.

Max is there, or course. She brings her walkman and Billy’s tapes so he can have something to ease the mind numbing boredom.

They work hard to form some sort of sibling bond.

It’s not easy, but they do it.

It’s hard to avoid after going through something Upside Down related.

By the time he’s well enough to go home, Neil is already out of the picture.

They move to Forest Hills, into the trailer right across from the Munson’s.

Billy refuses Max’s offer of the second bedroom.

He takes the couch, carves out a space for himself in the cramped living room.

His attitude is still shitty, he’s still rude and angry and hard to talk to, but he isn’t mean for the sake of mean-ness.

His chronic pain dulls the need to swing a punch. It hurts too much to try.

El takes to calling a good deal. She, Max, and Billy have conversations over Cerebro every week that seem to do something for him.

He doesn’t smile; not really.

But he’s noticeably less miserable after their talks.

Billy gets a job to help Susan with the bills.

He hides her booze and he gives her someone to be angry at over Neil, and eventually, after a lot of screaming and crying and really really rough nights, they find some common ground.

It’s a far cry from a mother and son relationship, but it’s something they both needed.

Fall of ‘85 rolls around, and Max is starting her Freshman year, Billy his Senior.

Billy doesn’t verbally offer to drive, just nods towards the car and climbs into the drivers side.

They’ve settled into an odd sort of push and pull.

Max starts a conversation tentatively, Billy answers, usually with grunts or non verbal cues.

The first time he answers back with more than one syllable, they’re on their way to pick up his pain meds.

Billy turns the volume on the radio up a notch, not blaring, just loud enough to appreciate the guitar solo.

“Is this Metallica?” Max prompts with a careful sideways glance.

Billy’s lips tilt upwards with a barely noticeable smile as he utters a soft:

“It’s the Scorpions, Shitbird.”

Max can’t help the smile that stretches across her face, because there he is.

He’s still Billy.

From that day on, there’s a noticeable shift in their dynamic.

Suddenly, they’re siblings. Real ones.

They aren’t soft and supportive like Will and Jonathan, or reluctantly close and annoying like Mike and Nancy.

They argue, they bitch, they hurl insults, they mock each other, But if anyone raises even a harsh word to the other, they’re right there to unleash hell upon the unlucky shmuck.

And that doesn’t just extend to Max; the entire party, weirdly, ends up under Billy’s prickly protection as well.

Entering into the school year, it only takes one run in with the ex Alpha of Hawkins High for the jocks and would be bullies to get the message:

“These nerds are OFF LIMITS.”

From an outsiders perspective, the groups strangeness is undeniable, strangeness that attracts one Eddie Munson, collector of oddities.

Eddie, clocking the Weird Al tee, the nerdy speech, and general dorky vibe of the entire party, immediately swoops in and takes them under his wing.

Mind, he was never friends with Billy. He’d hardly spoken to him past the typical:

“You got the stuff?”

“You got the cash?”

But Billy had never given him too much trouble.

He’d known better than to antagonize Hawkins High’s one and only dealer.

But Eddie could tell he’d changed since the Mall fire of ‘85. He was quieter, broodier, and all around… less.

He didn’t strut the halls like he used to; like a caged lion, hungry for a meal.

He kept mostly to himself.

Took notes and worked quietly in class, ate lunch in his car with Max and, very occasionally and confusingly, Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler.

Eddie had even spotted him talking with Steve Harrington, once.

Talking, not peacocking, posturing, or punching as he would’ve expected.

Eddie was nosy by nature. Call it a character flaw, but when he saw something that puzzled him, he needed to get his hands on it; to work it, piece it together, and figure it out.

Billy Hargrove was a 200 piece puzzle with no picture, and he was determined to put it together.

He starts small, bringing Billy up in passing during cleanup post-Hellfire, trying his best to sound casual, though given the look from Gareth he assumes it wasn’t quite there.

“So… Hargrove. What’s his deal?”

Ok.

Subtlety was not his forte.

Dustin, Mike, and Lucas share significant looks, looks tinged with uncertainty and secrecy and Eddie is itching for a piece of this puzzle.

“What do you mean?” Dustin asks robotically.

“What do I mean?” Eddie repeats with a scoff.

“You’ve got the California Keg King as a personal guard dog, and you ask me what do I mean.”

Another glance is shared between the three, this one a bit more… wary.

Interesting.

“My, uh, girlfriend is his sister,” Lucas shrugs as if this is somehow answer enough.

Not even close.

“No, I get that,” Eddie nods, because he knows Red is his stepsister. He’d overheard Billy bitching endlessly about her in the year prior.

Now they’re not only tolerant of each other but attached at the hip?

“Level with me,” Eddie requests, leaning against the arm of his throne.

“Is this to do with the fire?”

That question garners an interesting reaction; shifting eyes and nervous shuffling.

“It is, isn’t it?”

Eddie loved being right.

Mike, as usual, was the first to speak.

“We were there that night,” he says simply, and Eddie’s grin falls from his face.

He lowers himself into his seat and nods slowly for him to continue.

“One of our friends was injured, so Billy…”

He hesitates, brow pinched and nose wrinkled as if he’s reliving the memory.

“Billy saved her,” Lucas finishes for him, looking markedly uncomfortable at the topic.

“Got badly injured in the process.”

“So that’s why you’re all buddy buddy with him now?” Grant speaks up from the sidelines.

“We’re not buddy buddy,” Lucas scoffs, crossing his arms.

“We tolerate each other due to shared trauma., but we’re not friends.”

Jeff nods grimly at Lucas’s words with an understanding Eddie couldn’t quite grasp if he’d tried.

The conversation ended there as they walked to the lot.

A single puzzle piece in place with 199 to go.

‘Maybe two pieces,’ Eddie thinks as he watches the three of them approach a blue Camaro, Hargrove and Mayfield leaning against the hood.

His joy at piecing together more of the mystery dies as Steve Harrington’s BMW pulls up beside them, the boys climbing into it instead.

‘What the fuck?’

[greatdevourer1231954]

My Adventures With Monster Hunter Part 2: Main Characters

Clark Kent/Kal-El

Species: Kryptonian

Hunter Rank: High-rank

Weapon: Sword and Shield

Bio: Clark Kent, originally named Kal-El, hails from the city of Krypton, a once-thriving metropolis known for its advanced technology and cultural richness. Tragically, Krypton’s prosperity came to a devastating end when a mysterious Elder Dragon unleashed destruction upon the city.

At the time, Kal-El was just an infant, left with fragmented and haunting memories—images of his mother, Lara, his father, Jor-El, a red emblem resembling an 'S,' and a set of three glowing red dots arranged in a triangular formation. The calamity that befell Krypton was both sudden and catastrophic, reducing the grand city to ruins.

In their final, desperate act of love, Lara and Jor-El placed their baby son into a small basket, hoping that the currents of a river would carry him to safety. They sacrificed their own lives to ensure Kal-El’s survival. The river’s path led him far from the remnants of his destroyed home, eventually reaching the peaceful village of Smallville. There, Jonathan and Martha Kent, a modest farming couple, discovered the basket and adopted Kal-El as their own.

They provided him with a loving and ordinary upbringing, far removed from the chaos of his origins.

However, Clark's normal life took a dramatic turn when his extraordinary Kryptonian abilities began to manifest.

His powers were first revealed during a heroic act where he saved a mother and her child from a perilous Geodrome.

For you see, unlike humans and Wyverians, Kryptonians absorb the energy of the sun, granting them formidable abilities that surpass even the most seasoned hunters.

With his powers emerging, Clark sought answers from his adoptive parents, Jonathan and Martha Kent. They helped him uncover the truth about his origins, revealing that he was adopted and leaving him with two precious keepsakes from his biological parents: a mysterious white crystal and his small blue blanket emblazoned with the red 'S' symbol.

This revelation marked a pivotal moment in Clark’s life.

Struggling with his identity and the potential dangers of his powers, he chose to keep his abilities concealed to protect those he cared about.

Nonetheless, his desire to contribute positively led him to join the Hunters Guild.

There, he found a sense of purpose and learned to channel his extraordinary abilities for the greater good.

Personalities: Clark Kent is renowned for his kind-hearted and friendly nature. Despite his occasional clumsiness and dorky demeanor, he is a beloved figure among his friends and a reliable presence in times of need. His honesty and authenticity have won him the affection of those around him, including Lois, who admires his genuine character.

As a hunter, Clark holds a deep respect for the natural world and the principles of the Hunters Guild.

He views hunting as a necessary responsibility to maintain ecological balance, rather than a pursuit for pleasure or fame. His commitment to preserving harmony and his sense of duty reflect his broader quest for understanding his place in the world.

Even as he grapples with his true identity and the mysteries of his past, Clark remains steadfast in his mission to do good and protect those who cannot protect themselves.

-

Lois Lane

Species: Human 

Hunter Rank: Low-rank 

Weapon: Dual Blades 

Bio: Lois Lane is a dynamic and tenacious individual whose reputation precedes her in the world of monster hunting. As the daughter of a prestigious hunter, Lois inherited not only a keen sense of adventure but also an unyielding drive to uncover the world’s mysteries.

Her father’s legacy casts a long shadow, and while Lois is eager to step out of it, her unconventional methods often put her at odds with the Hunter’s Guild. Her relentless pursuit of truth frequently leads her to ignore standard procedures, resulting in her continued status as a low-rank hunter.

Despite this, Lois’s resolve remains unshaken; she views each challenge as an opportunity to prove her mettle and unravel the enigmas of the Tomorrowlands. Her persistence is matched only by her willingness to involve her friends, including the Guild’s newest recruits, Clark Kent and Jimmy Olsen, who often find themselves swept into her adventurous escapades.

Personalities: Lois Lane is a whirlwind of passion, intelligence, and independence. She embodies a fearless spirit, driven by an insatiable curiosity and a profound commitment to uncovering the truth. Her demeanor is decidedly non-traditional—replacing formal professionalism with a no-nonsense attitude that is both direct and daring. Lois’s tomboyish nature complements her fiery disposition, which is often evident in her blunt critiques and fervent quest for authenticity.

Her disdain for deceit extends beyond her professional life into her personal relationships. Lois’s loyalty to her friends is unwavering, and she is always ready to stand by their side in the face of adversity. However, her tendency to disregard Guild regulations and her impulsive decision-making often complicate her relationships with other hunters. Her actions, though driven by noble intentions, can lead to unintended consequences, especially when she neglects to assess the full impact of her decisions.

Lois's methods might seem unorthodox—relying heavily on her instincts and street smarts rather than adhering strictly to formal guidelines—but her sharp intuition and keen observational skills consistently guide her through challenging situations. While her approach may come off as reckless, her dedication to the truth is steadfast. She is not above bending the rules or even misleading her friends if it serves the greater goal of exposing hidden realities. This aspect of her personality can sometimes reveal a more self-serving and hypocritical side, contrasting with her otherwise noble demeanor.

In her personal life, Lois shares a genuine and transparent relationship with Clark Kent. Their bond is marked by authenticity and a mutual respect for each other's honesty. This unfiltered connection allows Lois to be her true self around Clark, revealing the depths of her character and the sincerity of her feelings.

Overall, Lois Lane is a hunter whose unconventional methods and fearless approach make her a formidable and memorable figure in the world of monster hunting. Her passion for uncovering the truth, even at the cost of adhering to convention, defines her journey and the relationships she fosters along the way.

-

Jimmy Olsen

Species: Human

Hunter Rank: Hunter Handler

Weapon: Hunting Horn

Bio: Jimmy Olsen, a Hunter Handler renowned for his expertise and enthusiasm, has been inseparable from Clark Kent since their academy days. Known for his unyielding curiosity and boundless energy, Jimmy dedicates himself to exploring the enigmatic TommorowLands, a realm brimming with ancient secrets and untamed creatures. His passion lies in deciphering the intricate ecosystems and uncovering the origins of this mysterious world. Despite some of his theories stretching the bounds of conventional wisdom—such as his hypothesis that Elder Dragons were genetically engineered by a lost ancient civilization—Jimmy remains undeterred. His unrelenting quest for truth often leads him to eccentric conclusions, but his friends, Lois Lane and Clark Kent, support him unconditionally, even if they occasionally question his more unconventional ideas.

Personality: Jimmy is a whirlwind of enthusiasm, particularly when it comes to unraveling mysteries involving the bizarre and the unknown. His unshakeable belief in the paranormal and supernatural often raises eyebrows, especially given his role as a hunter, where empirical evidence is key. However, Jimmy’s uncanny ability to merge his fervent theories with practical hunting skills makes him an invaluable asset. His colleagues might find his speculative theories and high-energy approach unusual, but his unique perspective often proves instrumental in solving complex mysteries and understanding the TommorowLands in ways others might overlook. His blend of theoretical curiosity and hands-on expertise makes him a dynamic and surprisingly effective hunter.

Kara Zor-El

Species: Kryptonian

Hunter Rank: Guild Knight

Weapon: Long Sword

Bio: Kara Zor-El’s life has been shaped by a harrowing past that set the course for her future as a Guild Knight. At just five years old, Kara witnessed the catastrophic destruction of her home, Argo City, by an Elder Dragon. The beast’s rampage left her with vivid and painful memories of her family’s demise. In a desperate act of sacrifice, her parents shielded her with their bodies, giving her a chance to escape the same fate.

After the devastation, Kara was discovered amidst the ruins, but not by humans. She was rescued by the Danvers, a family of Felynes who found her amidst the wreckage and took her in. The Danvers raised Kara with compassion and care, treating her as their own daughter and providing her with a semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos of her past.

As she grew older, Kara’s Kryptonian powers began to manifest, showcasing her extraordinary abilities. Recognizing her potential, she decided to join the Guild, driven by a desire to protect others from the same fate she endured.

Her rigorous training and dedication paid off, and within a few years, she achieved the rank of Guild Knight.

Kara now dedicates her life to hunting poachers who threaten the balance and harmony of the ecosystems, driven by a deep-seated hatred for those who disrupt the natural order. Despite her impressive achievements, she remains haunted by the memories of her parents, her lost home, and her cousin, Clark Kent, whose fate remains a poignant reminder of her past.

Personality: Kara Zor-El epitomizes the qualities of bravery, determination, and honor that define a great hunter. Her respect for the Guild and its mission is unwavering, and she holds a profound disdain for poachers, whom she views as the lowest of the low, undermining the delicate balance of nature.

Although she projects strength and resilience, the trauma of her childhood lingers beneath the surface. Kara strives to maintain her composure and professionalism, channeling her past pain into a fierce commitment to her role as a protector of the ecosystem.

Her personal struggle with her past only fuels her drive to ensure that her trauma does not affect her duties and that she can make a meaningful difference in the world she now calls home.

Next part- The Monsters of the TomorrowLands.

[sonknuxadow]

I think Chaos Blast is hands down one of the funniest things Shadow can do bar none I think the fact that his end all be all special attack is to go Nuke Mode and just blow whatever enemy he’s decided to unleash it on to smithereens

“Oh shadow is so lame and edgy and dorky” chaos blast to the chest. And you’re on fire

so real

[thehollowprince]

Randomly thinking about The Vampire Diaries, specifically season 4 which was the final season I tuned in for because I was just fed up with the bullshit, and all the wasted potential + just bad writing all around.....

Professor Shane should've been a straight up villain, Thee Big Bad. Make it so he's Silas, no doppelganger shenanigans. Have him be the powerful immortal who is going to unleash Hell on Earth. Giving Michael Langdon from AHS, Amaru from From Dusk til Dawn or Eclipso from Stargirl vibes who's a legitimate threat, the way Dahlia and The Hollow had the Originals running for the hills. Like, if you're gonna have yet another person using and exploiting Bon-Bon, then fully commit and make him a major threat because having him just be some human guy understandably desperate to resurrect his family and then die pitifully was disappointing. Like, have the island give some The Ritual vibes with a deranged cult worshipping Silas picking people off and then it's revealed Shane is Silas.

Season four was... weird.

Like, they started off badly by having Elena become a vampire, thus destroying the whole draw of two idiot vampires fighting over a human who is identical to their shared ex (not weird at all). Add onto that the Hunters plot line and Caroline slowly "falling" for Klaus (gross) and them just having Matt stand around (once again), that by the time we got to Bonnie's plotline that season (more suffering - who'd have guessed?), it was just kind of... boring.

Bonnie started off the season rather strong. At the end of the previous season, she was tapping into Dark Magic. And not Dark as in "I make deals with demons," but Dark as in "everyone else is allowed to use their magic for personal gain without consequences, why can't I?" And the thing is, she wasn't even doing it for personal gain. She was trying to use Dark Magic to save her friend from becoming a vampire, which she didn't want to be. Yet once again, she's punished where no other witch is ever punished.

After that, the Dark Magic was immediately dropped in favor of the Darkest Magic (Expression). And here's where we get into your ask, because it would have made so much more sense to have Shane be Silas, as he was the one teaching her Expression. Shane could have simply been Silas' physical form, an immortal cursed to wander the earth without his power and him needing a powerful witch to help access it. That would have made an infinite amount of more sense than here's this dorky college professor who just so happens to academically know about this powerful form of witchcraft that is so powerful and old and dangerous that all other witches fear to even call it magic, let alone practice it.

He could have very easily tricked her by saying, "Hey, here are these old grimoires that were in your Grams' collection that talk about this old form of magic." He could have thrown out the lure for a Cure, with it just being a fakeout to get them to the island where, like you said, his Cult still worships him and separates the group one by one until he gets Bonnie close enough.

After that, keep the rest of the plot pretty much the same. Katherine impersonates Elena and steals what she thinks is the Cure and have Elena spiral, and Bonnie finally come into her own magically.

The further I get away from when I first watched TVD, the more I realize how crappy all the writing and story was.

[sonicasura]

Everything went so wrong so fast...

The clean up up of the remaining Yoju was a simple task....

They be fine as long as they were vigilant to the surrondings....

That's what Ren thought when he began the sweep with Iharu around the outskirts of the perimeter

Now....

He stood rooted to the ground bloodied and scared of the Nightmare infront of him. The humanoid Kaiju that brought down Shinomiya within seconds, the one that brutalized Iharu who was gasping in pain behind him. They were both pushing their limits to the extreme to try and fend off the Nightmare that just starred at them with curiousity and a hint of annoyance.

Iharu: You heard the guy

Came the strained voice of the boisterious redhead

Iharu: The only thing we can do is fight

Pushing himself up with all his might to stand up tall

Iharu: It's all up to you and me Reno, you ready?

Ren stood to meet Iharu determined gaze with his own

Iharu: I'm in pretty rough shape right now, I can try and make an opening, then you hit him with everything you got! Sound good?

Reno whose determination to fight on being reignited gave a resolute response

Reno: Roger!

Iharu: NOW LETS WASTE THIS DUDE!!!

Now there final gambit began

They worked in perfect tandem, with Iharu slightly shooting paralyzes rounds, giving Ren percious seconds to move and fire at the Eldritch Terror infront of him.

This is it, the paralyzes rounds stunned him for a second allowing Reno a chance to charge up and unleash all of his combat power. A devasting volley was unleashed, smoke and Kaiju guts were splattered everywhere, after what seemed like an eternity Reno stopped firing having exhausted all his combat power.

Reno had given his all and it seemed to have work-

Both Defense force members stood there in shock and terror, as a wall of corpses is what met both there eyes

Iharu: No way?!?!? What the Hell?!?!

Reno: A wall of corpses?!?!

The sheer terror only increased as the corpeses opened infrobt of him revealing the humanoid Kaiju ready to launch it's own deadly volley

No.9: Is that the face that humans make * raises arms* when they realized that they have just run out of options?

This was it.... this is were Reno was going to die... he was going to leave behind his friends and his new found family, that dorky man Kafka, the prideful and caring Kikoru, his new little brother Rider and all their Monster companions, all his new troop friends, he was going to die and wouldn't even get to see them one last time.

* BOOOOOOOMMMMMM*

It was at that moment a deafening Sonic Boom rang out across the sky for all to hear. All those who looked up towards the sky would see was what appeared to be a red shooting star. The star moved fast and was descending a blinding speeds right towards Reno and the Kaiju.

No.9 hearing the boom looks towards the sound to see what it is and began to speak

No.9: Hmmm what was tha-

However he didn't even get to finish his sentence as he was immediately met with a claw to the face

The shooting star had wrapped their talons around the Kaiju and all where sent blazing down the street for miles on end. Where the Kaiju once stood a molten trail which streched on for miles could be seen, the road super heated back to tar and what wasn't melted were mearly pulverized rubble.

A miracle had happened and for a split second Reno saw the outline of a dragon and a demonic samurai and knew exactly who they were

My boy Reno didn't deserve to get brutalized by Mushroom man

Also Rider definitely was going to follow Kafka and Reno to see them on there very first mission when Kafka called that he and Reno were about to go on there first mission

Please tell me what you think

I love this so much!

No. 9 just took a Sky High Dive kinship attack to the face. I'm pretty damn sure any nearby Defense Force officers saw and heard the massive shockwave from that strike. Also Iharu is absolutely 'Holy shit! That's so badass' in the background right now.

Reno heard about the Kinship attacks from Rider but witnessing one in person is a whole lot different than words can convey. They aren't kidding around that's for sure.

[pollylynn]

Title: Stockholm Syndrome WC: 850

“It wasn't a date. It was a study group.”  —Alexis Castle, Home is Where the Heart Stops (1 x 07)

This is not a relationship. It’s a hostage situation. That’s been her tagline for the last few months. When her dad asks, when Lanie smirks, when Ryan and Esposito exchange knowing looks and sip their tea, she slams things—phones and drawers and a coffee mug that she really liked that will never be the same—and fires off selections from her various tirades about the idle rich holding those who work for a living hostage. 

She reminds herself that it’s more than a tagline, though. She believes it. She resents the completely undeserved pull he has and the grotesquely manipulative way he wields it. He squanders it on making her life miserable. And isn’t that just typical of someone with his money, his influence, his maddeningly charmed life? It’s infuriating. Six or seven times a day, she reminds herself how infuriating it is—how yawn-worthily typical he is. 

She reminds herself. 

There’s an uh-oh lurking that fact, one she’d rather not contemplate. She’s the hostage here, and she refuses to expend any energy at all contemplating anything about him. Or anything about the energy she seems to be expending reminding herself that he’s a smug, rich, irritating man-child, fresh off the assembly line. 

She’s almost grateful for the assist when he flashes the fundraiser tickets. Almost, because, of course he has to flash them in front of Ryan and Esposito. It’s completely predictable posturing, but Ryan lights up like a child of divorce who thinks  mommy and daddy might get back together. And worse, Esposito, traitor that he is, acts like the idea is good police work, not yet another egregious example of him throwing his money around to get his way.  

There’s another almost grateful moment when the dress shows up. She hardly needs the assist at that point. She’s shivering and vulnerable in her terrycloth wrap, miserable in the light reflecting off the regrettable sea of sequins rising on the floor of her bedroom. She is furious at the position he’s maneuvered her into and beyond furious at herself for how eager she is for a lead—any lead. When the dress shows up, she hardly has any energy leftover to remind Lanie that she’s a hostage and he is absolutely the worst. 

But all the reminders in the world, to say nothing of timely assists from him, cannot ultimately stand up to their "night out on the town” and all its perplexing revelations. 

There’s his home and his family to start with. It’s a rookie mistake to let herself get drawn in there. His daughter’s down-to-earth sincerity and even his mother’s effusive hovering and reflexive generosity with her jewelry complicate the narrative. She remembers that it was his idea that she pick him up here. She’s almost convinced herself that this was yet another chess move, but then he’s disarmingly understated in his reaction to the dress in the flesh, as it were. Every response she’d had planned for the dress—from subtle barbs to fury unleashed—becomes impossible. She finds herself thanking him, and it’s improbable sincerity all around.

The gala itself is even more disruptive to the narrative she’s been working with. It’s appalling. She expected that. She was counting on that. She was just not counting on him thinking it’s appalling, too. 

Oh, it’s not entirely appalling to him the way it is to her. He certainly delights in sidling right up to the Mayor and introducing her with a flourish. But even there, he see-saws between the pointedly familiar Big Cheese and the slightly dorky Mr. Mayor, I’d like to present . . .  He is vain enough to want to workshop the sobriquet that Ruthie and the other girls “on the circuit” use for him, but he is genuinely unnerved and deeply shocked by the deep background “donor girl” has on him. 

It . . . flusters her. This wasn’t meant to be a learning experience. There’s nothing to learn about Richard Castle, right? He has her in his arms on the dance floor. It should be a brazen move right out of the hostage-takers playbook. She should be counting beats in her head to determine the best possible moment to drive her spiked heel into the most vulnerable part of his shin. 

Instead, she’s wondering how he fits in with the Ruthies and the Anne Greenes of the world. She’s wondering if Cheney is an entirely fictional character, deployed to identify the best angle of approach to the White Whale’s wallet.  She is re-evaluating him in the very scenario that should reveal him to be exactly as shallow, as simple, and as single-minded and predictably devious as she has been telling herself he is.

Not long after, she’s asking him something as a friend. Not long after, he’s offering her eggs in return for saving his life. He’s teasing his daughter about the boy she has a crush on. He and his mother are sniping at one another. He’s filling juice glasses and pouring coffee with a dish towel thrown over the shoulder of his well-worn shirt. 

He is not playing his part. Neither is she. 

A/N: Hmmm. After watching this episode a million times, I had never before picked up on Alexis and Castle both denying their dates . . . Liars!

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Anime Update V3 4

Vinland Saga S2 - The manhunt for Gardar continues, but it turns out that a wounded Gardar is being hidden in Sverkel's farmhouse by a still distraught Arnheid. Einar and Thorfinn offered to help her and Gardar escape, but the plan of passing off Einar as a fleeing Gardar didn't quite fool Snake, who knows Gardar is supposed to be wounded and shouldn't be able to run too fast. So he returns to the farm and catches Throfinn in the act of abetting Gardar, threatening him with his sword if he doesn't back off. And dammit, Askeladd appearances should come with a jumpscare warning 'cause I was not ready for him to pop up in Thorfinn's head at this moment, but he was very efficient at challenging Thorfinn's commitment to pacifism even when there might be no other recourse but to fight. Leading to a really cool ending where Thorfinn, without any weapon, goes into the stance he used for fighting with twin knives, to face down Snake.

Hunter x Hunter - Two episodes spent on Morel facing Cheetu inside a closed space, where he can't leave unless he manages to catch him within 8 hours, but Morel just straight up refuses to play the game, which I found really cleverly subversive and it made it all the more rewarding to see how Morel was able to trap Cheetu without ever needing to run after him. However, the best parts were with Meruem back in the palace, playing rounds of Gungi against the blind, frail and endearingly dorky young champion, Komugi. It's fascinating to see him learn and adapt to the rules of these games so fast, yet in this one game against this one opponent he finds himself unable to win. Even when he effectively ensnares Komugi, it's only through a strategy Komugi herself originated and thus knows how to beat. Meruem is learning the true gaming experience, where he gets frustrated yet ever more compelled to keep playing....

SHUFFLE! - Seeing Nerine get pissed, unleash her demonic side and blow up the whole school gymnaseum was pretty terrifying. But it becomes funny when Sia and Mayumi (still the best girls) actually want to exploit that destructive demon power to escape having to pay consequences for their poor grades, with casual talk of "blow up the school, please?" Nerine's soft nature comes back into play when a picnic is planned where everyone must makes their own food, and Nerine seeks help from Asa to teach her how to cook better. And just when I was wondering when Asa would get more involved, too!

Fate/Stay Night: Unlimited Blade Works - Got to bear witness to the epic final battle, where Saber found herself once again fighting the persistent Assassin at the temple, Shirou clashes with Gilgamesh, and Rin endures the terror of the Holy Grail itself to pull out Shinji at the core and stop it from storing wishes to destroy the world with. And it all came together pretty perfectly. Shirou's realization and declaration of "my whole life has been Unlimited Blade Works!", activating the subdimension to fight Gilgamesh in, gave me chills, as did Saber's noble sacrifice to push back the Angra Mainyu, Gilgamesh's villainous breakdown and final defeat, and the return of Archer, now looking more like his true self in one last talk with Rin. The one thing I was bothered by is the continued insistence that Shirou is a "hypocrite", now in ways where I don't even think they're using that term properly. Striving to be a hero of justice and fighting to realize ideals of a world where everyone can be safe and happy in a toxic, self-defeating, self-sacrificial way that perpetuates his own sffering yet still doing so purely for the sake of seeing his own happiness emulate Kiritsugu's happiness over having saved a life is a hypocritical contradiction. But a guy simply being an idealist who at times has to fight to get his way and who talks righteously about being a hero of justice even when such a person can't possibly save everyone everywhere all the time isn't exactly a "hypocrite" or "fraud", just a foolish, childish moral idealogue in over his head.

KonoSuba - Another hilarious entry from this series where Megumin makes a daily routine of practicing her big explosion spell directed at a nearby castle, which Kazuma encourages and always accompanies her for, only for it to have consequences when the Headless Horseman-esque demon noble who owns that castle (in the dub voiced marvelously by Patrick Seitz) get furious and terrorizes the town in search of the magic user who's been constantly doing that. The punchline was also perfect, with how Megumin got afflicted with a death spell that would take effect over the next week, so Kazuma, Megumin and Darkness vow to challenge the demon at his castle to get the magic broken....only for Aqua, who Kazuma had earlier been castigating for her utter uselessness, to use a healing effect that totally undoes the death spell on Megumin so nevermind!

Symphogear XV - OK, S.O.N.G really, really needed to learn by now to stop trusting the American government with anything, as they have been consistently horrible throughout this series! Tsubasa also came out of her brief depression coma only to be further shaken by her horrible grandfather/bio father's horrible words and attitude regarding strength and defense. We learn that our new enemy, Noble Red, are literal vampires who survive off blood transfusions, and while Kirika and Shirabe seem to have only gotten dumber in some areas ("Ketchup? They're planning barbeque parties - what a truly terrifying enemy!"), they get the last laugh against the opponent they fight for a second time in a row, so in some areas their competency has improved. But nothing prepared me to have my mind utterly blown by the absolutely astonishing, shocking plot twist revealed at the last minute. What? The old incestuous rapist and abusive family head voiced by Mugihito is EVIL! No way, I never could've guessed!

Eureka Seven - To be honest, coming off last time, I found this episode fairly dull and a little creepy. I do not quite get what Bill Baxter's deal was and his warm, sunny hippie-dippie attitude was sort of offputting, especially when crossed with a Johan Liebert sounding voice. Holland's bit teases at his past with his brother, Ray, Charles, and Adrock Thurston, but hasn't made anything clear yet. Only the very end was befitting for the halfway point of the series, as Renton now knows for certain where he belongs - back with Eureka.

Gintama - A whole episode and half another one just to cover this one story of Shinpachi's date with a cat-eared girl was a little strange, but the jokes in this story were just firing on all cylinders that I could not really complain, so many moments had me laughing so much. Probably the one real critique I could make is that it was way too predictable that the cat-eared girl would turn out to be a thief of some kind not just because it's the payoff that most likely matches the setup, but Gintama did the "cat-eared female thief" thing before already with a character who became recurring, so it was a bit of a letdown to see it go that direction in spite of how hilarious the fallout ended up being on Shinpachi's end. Also, why was there zero follow-through on what was building up with Kondo and Katsura? That's more of a nitpick but c'mon, there was more comedy to be had there!

AND

Spy x Family - Oh joy, an anime that builds its premise on the "fake relationship" trope a la Nisekoi. Only in this one, it's a secret agent and an assassin going out with each other as part of their respective covers on their respective missions, and they adopt a daughter with telekenesis who's thus the one person aware of both their secrets but doesn't tell either one 'cause she wants to live this cool spy thriller life? OK, that really is a joy! I can see why this one took off like it did.

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I did not see that requests were open whatsoever👁️👄👁️

Well that aside, I shall unleash my need of YunLeo🤩

Can you do a tk fight between them? Hihi it would be the fluffiest thing I would ever read, esp bc ur the one writing it🤩

-😺 anon

It's all good friend! Nevertheless- this prompt is absolutely precious! I always love a chance to write for my darling boys! :D (And thank you for the kind words- I appreciate it immensely!)

“Alright- I think it’s time we finally settle this like mages.” Leopold declared one evening, tossing aside his uniform cape as he climbed onto their shared bed. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Depends. What exactly are we settling?” Yuno asked, watching the redhead as he stretched out his limbs, making a big show out of it. “If you mean settling in for bed, then I’m one step ahead of you.”

“Tsk tsk tsk- my sweet Yuno, that will be the last thing on your mind once I’m done with you!” Leopold gave no warning before pouncing, wrestling the other against the sheets. The other yelped in surprise as he attempted to fight back- quickly overpowered by Leopold’s strength. “Get ready- It’s time you’ve faced the Ancient Vermillion Tickle Attack!”

“Whahahaht kind of nahahahame is thahahhat?” Yuno snorted as Leopold’s hands found his waist, wiggling fingers pressing inward as if he were breaking the surface of a pond. “Hohohohohw is it ahahahachient?”

“Don’t ask me- Mereoleona gave it the name.” Leopold grinned as he watched his boyfriend dissolve into giggle fits, relishing the chime like yet dorky noises he produced. “One time I asked if she was around when it was created- she nearly put me through a wall.”

“Yohoohohou implihiihihihed that she was ohohohohohold?” Yuno gaped through his laughter, the effect momentary before Lepold’s tickles moved up to his ribs. “Yohohoohohohu’re eihiihiihihther brahhahahahve or stuhuhuhuhhpid!”

“I like to think I’m a ‘brave moron’- OI!” Leopold mock grunted, pressing a tad firmer into the other’s sides and making him squeak. “Who are you calling stupid?”

“Lehehehheheheheheohohohohoho!” There was no way of getting out of this- looks like he’d have to break out the big guns. “Wihihiihiihnd Mahahhahahgic! Fehehahhahahahahther dhahahhahahahacne!”

“What’s that-AH!” Leopold shot back in mirth at the feeling of feathers slipping down his shirt, grazing his back and sides. “AH! Ahehahahahhahahahaha! Yuhuhuhuuhhno yohohohou cheehehehahhahahahater!” He fell onto his side, curling in on himself as the magic feathers danced along his skin. “Yohohoohou cahahahhan’t uhuhuhuhuse mahahahhahagic!”

“Why not? You did say ‘settle this like mages’.” Yuno was smiling now, a soft mischievous one that promised no good. Without warning, he darted out a hand and started squeezing along Leopold’s thigh, a new tickle spot he discovered the other day. “You never said I couldn’t use magic.”

“GAH! Ahehahahahahhahhahahaha!” Leopold couldn’t even respond, overwhelmed by the fluttery feathers against his ribs and Yuno’s hands squeezing his legs. His face was burning much like his magic, eyes squeezed shut with mirth as he tried and failed to evade the tickly touches. “Yuhuuhuhuhuuhuhno plehehahhahahahhahahhase!”

“Heh, okay okay.” Yuno pulled back, shaking his head with a smile. The feathers lifted.

Big mistake.

“Gotcha!” Leopold twisted around, grabbing Yuno’s waist and dragging him into him, hands relocating the tickle spots along his torso. “You’d think I’d give up that easily, Yuno?” A devious glint entered his eyes suddenly. “Since you’re in the mood to make me suffer, why not return the favor?”

“Whahahhahait, whhahahhat do you meheheahAHAHAHHAHAH!” Yuno let out an uncharacteristic shriek as Leopold dived forward, burying his face into his neck before planting relentless kisses all over. “LEHEHEHEHEHHEOPOOHOHOOHLD!”

“Aww, does it tickle?” Leopold cooed between kisses, nuzzling his nose against a rather sensitive spot beneath Yuno’s ear. “Does it tickle too much, windchime?”

Not the pet names! As if Yuno’s face wasn’t burning already. He weakly pawed at the other’s shoulders, his strength zapping almost completely as Leopold pinched along his ribs, daring to dive into his armpits at one point. “OHOOHOHOHKAY! OHOOHOHOKAY! YOHOOHOU WIIHIHIHIN!”

“What was that? I win?” Leopold paused his tickles momentarily, grinning from ear to ear. “Did you just say I win- WHA!” Yuno clawed at his belly, making Leopold squeal. “COOHOHOOHME OHOHOHON!”

“Hehe..gohohotcha!” Yuno giggled out, too tired to use magic at this point.

Their intense battle only lasted so much longer; Leopold and Yuno exchanging the upper hand until finally they collapsed, side by side and weak with laughter. “Ehehehehe…hehehehe..fine, it’s a draahhahhahwl.” Leopold gave in, nearly losing himself in Yuno’s smile.

“Fahahhair, fahahair…heh…what was thahahat for anyway?” Yuno turned so he was facing Leopold properly, tucking an arm under his head while the other reached out to play with Leopold’s sleeve.

“Eh, just something to do.” Leopold grinned, scooting closer and pressing their noses together. “Plus, I like seeing you smile, windchime.”

Yuno flushed, a shy smile pulling on his lips at the pet name. “I need to think of something for you. Leo? Lion? Kitten?”

Leopold fullbody shivered, eyes widening and cheeks burning bright. Yuno grinned.

“Kitten it is then.”

“O-Oh you little; come here!” Leopold pounced again, opting to pepper kisses all over the other’s face instead of tickling. The effect was the same- another round of those soft, sweet giggles he grew attached too and couldn’t let go.

It was nights like this he was so truly grateful Yuno was his.

I hope this was good!