#can't guarantee anythin

[scriv3lloirl]

On the 21st day of the month of September...

[sluggirltoast]

SHIP CLASSES, BABY! WOOOOOOO

ahem

starting from the smallest because flat is justice or something;

Corvettes: The smallest ship still big enough to be a warship, generally these either don't have sonar at all or it's passive only, thus they suck at hunting submarines without the help of something bigger, like a destoryer. They got these tiny lil machine guns on 'em they go like "pew pew, ehe!" and yeah. Used fir cistak defence, a radio is the most powerful tool, yadda yadda

Frigates, i guess?: frigates are a weird one, pretty much anything the navy doesn't know wtf to call, they call it a frigate. Generally these are utility ships, or super niche support ships or somethin. Usually around the size of a destroyer or smaller so that's why this is 2nd

Destroyers: Y'all motherfuckers better know all about these already after the last post or imma be disappointed but anyway; small-ish, fast, generally armed with 120mm guns by the time of ww2. Soviet destroyers had 130's standard, french had like... fuck if I know, like 136mm or something. Then germany, the absolute maniacs used either 120 or 150 because they were INSANE. Generally these are very good for anti-submarine warfare, with active & passive sonar (they can listen passively or send out pings), depth charges, torps of their own too... Very much the ship version of glass cannons, if you're familiar with the term.

Light cruisers: these bitches are the real bread & butter of naval opperations, 150mm guns (unless it's an atlanta/varient), decent fire rate & accuracy, good sonar, radar, the whole nine yards baby. These mf's are your long range patrol & support ships pretty much, lotta really good AA usually too. The armour sucks though, oh god these things cannot take a hit, ehehe...

Heavy cruisers: Much the same story as light cruisers, the only guaranteed difference is the guns are bigger. No differences in armour or anythin, although some heavy cruisers did have better armour than light cruisers, it was certainly not a guarantee. either 180mm or 203mm guns, less practical for smaller targets but plenty effective against other cruisers & they can even support against larger targets like battleships

Battlecruisers: Okay these actually do usually have better armour than a typical cruiser but are still nowhere near the level of a battleship - and that's actually the point. Battleship firepower at a cruiser cost. Um- sort of. Still costs more than a cruiser but- a-anyway yeah. 305mm guns atleast, potentially bigger but most were at 305 or maybe like 356, somethin like that. Big, kinda fast actually; some nations called these "fast battleships" instead. Mainly server the same purpose as battleships

Battleships: Big slow bitches with alotta guns & alott armour. Can't hit the broadside of a barn from the inside of it though. Holy shit these were so inaccurate you have no idea. I think the actual statistic for average battleship accuracy was 8%. The earlier designs would usually have either 305 or 356mm guns, with 380 or 406mm becoming the later war standard (unless you're the Yamato), these mainly serve as off-shore artillery platforms for bombarding land positions but could also of course aim those guns at other ships. Which is what the armour was for too.

Aircraft carriers: Do I gotta say much here? You put planes on it. The planes go bomb stuff or scout stuff. These massively made battleships sorta useless after the tech started getting used more, which only then got worse for battleships after missiles became a thing too

submarines: No they're not this big but i forgot to mention then earlier, they're like frigate sized so. These mainly just wanted to sneak around and torpedo merchant ships, they sucked in actual naval battles since they're slow as shit and it takes forever for torps to reach the target, so if someone is makin evasive maneuvers then you ain't hitting shit. Plus destroyers already have torpedos covered, able to fire far more of then than a sub can anyway. But yeah, the whole "sneaky sneaky" shit, very good at that

[greennoobartist]

ABOUT ME:

Name: Lily || Daisy || Rose

Pronouns: she/her

Age: Minor

Birthday: December 10th

Fave colors: green and violet

Fluent English

Hobbyist artist & writer

Lifelong Nintendo fan

Favorite franchises: Super Mario, The Legend of Zelda, Pokémon

Check out my Ao3 account for my Four Swords fanfiction: @greennoobwriter

CONTENT:

Mainly Four Swords

You may also expect:

Other Legend of Zelda content

Linked Universe

Super Mario

Pokemon

+ more

✮ I draw and write for Four Swords and I do take doodle or oneshot suggestions. I can't guarantee whether will the suggestion be fulfilled or not and when will it be fulfilled. Sometimes I get carried away and am also just forgetful at times.

✮ Aside from occasionally drawing and writing, I like to analyze the Four Swords manga and just talk about it a lot. You can expect a lot of just random text posts that'd include headcanons, analyses, or just nonsensical rambles. Feel free to ask me about the manga as well! I love to interact with other fans!

✮ When it comes to Four Swords, Vio Link is my favorite and I don't really have a necessarily favorite ship or duo. I also don't ship the Links romantically so I'd appreciate if the content that I make for them isn't tagged that way.

✮ I reblog a lot to support local amazing artists and creators. Or just tag games and funny stuff.

✮ Im a yapper and a rambler, so expect a lot of randomness and nonsense. I also yap a lot in tags so beware of that too.

✮ Do feel free to correct any mistake that I make whether in language or just generally, we're all human so if you spot one don't be afraid to point it out to me nicely. I'll admit that I'm clumsy at times as well so mistakes are my second nature.

GENERAL RULES AND INFO:

LGBTQIA+: personally not a part of the community, but you're also the part of the fandom so live and let live. I might not be your favorite blog to scroll through since I don't make content for LGBT pride and such ships. Live and let live so yeah. Don't mind you interacting with me as long as you're being kind to everyone here. Making content in the field of LGBT ships isn't in my comfort zone so if that bothers you, you can leave. I really don't hold a grudge against you and your gender and orientation. It just matters to me that you're being kind and respectful to everyone.

NSFW: With all due respect, no. I'm a minor and the majority of my friends is as well, so I will make absolutely no such content. P*rn bot accounts and such get immediately blocked and anyone who sends me anything related to it will be blocked without question. Adults that occasionally post such content: your blog is your free zone and you have the freedom to post whatever you want and I won't say a thing, just please keep it away from me. Place a warning somewhere or let me know that you may occasionally post such content just so that I can keep in mind when scrolling through your blog.

Adults: completely welcome. Even though I'm a minor I don't mind you interacting with me and my posts. Fandom is for everyone to enjoy so I really don't mind. Just like everyone here: be chill, be nice and whether you're 18 or in your 20s or even older doesn't matter anymore. Relating to the rule above: if you occasionally post mature content, please keep it away from me. Place a warning somewhere or let me know just so that I keep it in mind.

No hate or bigotry of any kind: no one is forcing you to be here, so if there's anything you're not fine with, feel free to leave. If my takes on characters or headcanons or anything else bothers you, use the block button. This is meant to be a safe and chill place for everyone, so let's all be respectful and kind to everyone.

DNI: not specified, really. I don't have anything specific i want to keep under DNI. Anyone who violates the rules and guidelines above will be blocked and that's it. I block freely and I'm not afraid to block someone who gives me discomfort.

TAGS:

#greenchatterbox – yapping and textposts

#greenanswers – anything from the askbox

#greenart – art tag

#greenwrites – writing tag

#outofthegreen – randomness tag

#rottengreenventing – venting tag

#greengames – tag and ask games

#greenreblog – reblog tag

PROJECTS:

List of my recent going on projects

The Spirits of The Triforce

✮ Four Swords post-manga AU following the four Links as they continue their lives. In this AU they're not united into one person and instead are their own seperate people still each wielding the Four Sword. Shadow and his presence are left under questioning.

✮ This story is still a lot under development so changes often happen.

✮ Available to read on Ao3!

✮ It's own seperate sideblog: coming soon!

✮ Related tags: #Four Swords The Spirits of The Triforce AU; #The Spirits of The Triforce AU; #fs tsott au

Four Swords x Pokemon

✮ A crossover AU of our five Links as Pokemon trainers in the Pokemon world. There's no Triforce, no Bokoblins, kingdoms, magic. Just Pokemon and it's own share of adventures and secrets it holds. Don't forget about the Pokedex!

✮ This crossover is a complete wip! It's sitting in my drafts and just trying to figure out what kind of plot do I want for it and figuring out everyone's roles and stuff. I don't even know if I'll ever make it an AU with a complete story or keep it more as a silly idea for playing around with.

✮ Related tags: #four swords x pokemon; #fs x pkmn

Violet Hue Across The Multiverse

✮ Series of my Vio shenanigans >:D There is no plot or story, it is just my series of placing Vio in Situations™ What kind of situations? Across the Multiverse! Sending him to many sorts of different franchises and other Zelda games that I like! There's no rules, send him free out of his world! Give him Cappy and let him be a frog, nobody cares :)

✮ Just my silly series of doodles of placing Vio in situations. I come up with many ideas for him so i decided to make it a silly series. Don't take this seriously, tho. Im biased and I love placing my beloved in Situations™

✮ Related tags: #violet hue across the multiverse; #vhatm

That's all I have for now! This will be updated as my projects grow or as I come up with more things to add! Thank you for reading this far and have a great day/evening/night❣️🫶

Updated: 7/8/25

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Four Swords stamps by @/rileymorph

[aishangotome]

Ellis Twilight: Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Ellis: ...Bodyguards?

During breakfast, Victor informed me of my unexpected first assignment as a "Fairytale Keeper."

Victor: Yes! By having Jude and Ellis protect Kate, our secrets will be kept safe.

Victor: Kate can observe Ellis and Jude up close and record their observations...

Victor: It's a two-birds-with-one-stone plan, fulfilling your duty as a Fairytale Keeper!

Victor: What do you think, Ellis?

Ellis: If Kate is okay with it, I'm fine with it.

Ellis: There's no guarantee that what happened yesterday won't happen again... I want to be by Kate's side.

Victor smiles at Ellis' response and then turns his gaze to Jude.

Victor: Of course, Jude will also take responsibility, right? You hate being indebted to others, don't you?

Jude: Tch...

(I think it would be reassuring to be near Ellis, but...)

Since just being with Ellis led to me being mistaken for "Jude's woman" and targeted... I can't help but be wary of Jude.

Jude: Don't cry like a baby if ya get scared, princess.

(I'm scared... but Victor gave us a good suggestion, so I can't be weak here.)

Kate: It's okay, I'm surprisingly resilient!

Jude: ... Ha.

He scoffed at my best attempt at a smile and looked back down at the newspaper.

Ellis: Well, it's settled then. Nice to meet you, Kate.

Kate: Yes, nice to meet you too.

I smiled at Ellis too, and unlike Jude, he returned a gentle smile.

Ellis: By the way, you can speak more casually.

Kate: Huh...?

Ellis: Just 'Yeah, nice to meet you' is fine.

Kate: Y-yeah... nice to meet you.

Ellis: Yeah, that's good.

I was soothed by the warm atmosphere Ellis exuded...

Victor: Now that we've come to an agreement, it's time for your mission.

Victor's words made me straighten my back.

(This is my first real assignment as a "Fairytale Keeper.")

The first impression is crucial to gaining trust, so I need to be focused.

Victor: –Actually, I'd like you to gather some information.

Victor: About the kidnapping cases happening all over London.

Kate: A kidnapping... case?

The alarming word brought back the tension I felt when I first met the members of "Crown."

Victor: Yes. The victims are of various ages. From toddlers to teenagers, even adults.

Victor: The common thread is that the adults are often prostitutes or street performers.

Victor: A popular singer from the tavern has also disappeared... Many of these people don't have a fixed address.

Jude: The victims are nobodies, and since they're homeless, no one files missin' person reports for them.

Jude: So, as usual, the police don't do anythin' about it.

Sadly, Jude is right. People who work in the red-light district are looked down upon.

Behind the glamorous facade, they're treated like trash.

Victor: That being said...

Victor: There's an art fair happening in London right now, and I know performers are gathering there.

Kate: Yes. It's not as busy as the social season, but it's still quite lively.

Victor: I want Jude and Ellis to go there and gather information.

Victor: As rootless as they are, they have unexpected connections.

Jude: Why do I have ta go? It's such a pointless mission.

Victor: It might be related to the human trafficking ring you took down in your private time the other day.

Victor: You're already on board, aren't you? Besides...I heard today was your first day off in a while.

It seemed that Victor wouldn't have known this information unless someone had told him, and Jude glared at the person next to him.

Jude: ...Ellis.

Ellis: I was asked, so I answered honestly. Sorry.

(Maybe the power balance between these two is more equal than I thought...)

Victor: So, off you go!

Sent off by Victor's overwhelmingly cheerful voice, we headed off to our mission.

-

(It's even more lively than usual...!)

The aroma of appetizing food wafted from the colorful stalls lined up at the art fair.

It wasn't just the food that entertained people. There were people painting on the streets and others performing street performances on a large stage set up on the corner. Walking around, I was almost overwhelmed by the lively and fun atmosphere.

(No, I can't get completely excited... I need to focus on the mission.)

(That's right, I should ask them now.)

Kate: Ellis, Jude. Can you tell me about your curses?

Ellis: Didn't we talk about that already?

Ellis: I have the "Thorn" curse, and Jude has the "13th Wizard" curse.

Ellis: They're curses based on the motif of "Sleeping Beauty."

(The curse of thorns and the curse of the wizard...)

The wizard is a villain who resents not being invited to the princess's birthday and tries to kill her with a curse.

(I can kind of understand the wizard's guilt, but...)

(What is the "Thorn's" guilt?)

As I was thinking, Jude stopped abruptly and turned around languidly.

Jude: There's no need for the three o' us to stick together. Ya two can gatha' information on yer own.

Ellis: But what about protecting Kate?

Jude: Ya alone are enough.

With that, he quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Kate: ...Does he dislike me, by any chance?

Ellis: He's like that with everyone, so I don't think he dislikes you.

Ellis: Maybe it's to prevent Kate from being put in danger if we're seen together again.

(Hmm, I don't think that's it...)

I quietly swallow the words that were about to escape my lips.

Kate: ...If that's the case, he's quite a kind person, isn't he?

Ellis: I wouldn't say kind. He loves to torment people he dislikes and hear them scream.

Kate: ..............

(The fact that I can imagine it is scary...)

He's the complete opposite of Ellis, who showers everyone he meets with kindness.

As if to prove this, after parting with Jude, Ellis was greeted from all sides.

Red-Faced Man: Hey, you! Thanks for taking care of me the other day!

Ellis: You're welcome. Don't drink too much today.

Kate: Who was that...?

Ellis: Someone I found passed out drunk on the street. I carried him home on my back. I don't know his name.

Kate: What?!

(He carried a stranger home and even took care of him?)

But that wasn't all that surprised me.

Carpenter: Thanks to Ellis introducing me to people, my business is finally taking off!

Cat: Meow!

Ellis: You're welcome.

(Even a cat is thanking him...?!)

(And to be thanked by so many people just passing by...)

It's clear how many good deeds Ellis must do on a regular basis.

Kate: You're more well-known than me, a mail carrier...!

Ellis: Really? I think it's normal.

He smiles happily at the people smiling back at him.

(I'm sure what he did for me yesterday is just a normal thing for him.)

He can't help but lend a hand to anyone in need.

A person who spreads happiness.

Watching Ellis happily converse with the townspeople, those words come to mind.

(Does such a person have any "sins" that I should record...?)

(And besides that--)

(Why is such a kind person working for an assassination organization, or for someone like Jude?)

Even though I've witnessed his kindness firsthand... The sudden question stirs up unease in my chest.

Ellis: Kate? Kate?

Kate: ...Ah, sorry! I was lost in thought.

I realize that Ellis, with his head tilted, is peering at my face from up close...

Ellis: Were you thinking about me?

Kate: ...Wha-?!

My heart races as our eyes meet, our eyelashes almost touching, like lovers gazing into each other's souls.

(Ellis doesn't seem to realize it... but I feel like he's too close.)

It was the same as the morning after I was brought to the Crown Mansion, when he visited my room.

This is the second time his amber eyes have been this close, and I feel heat rising to my cheeks as I look away.

Ellis: Ah, I was right.

Kate: How did you know?

Ellis: Hmm... I just had a feeling?

Ellis smiles and hands me a steaming mug.

Ellis: Here, I got this milk tea from the shop while you were thinking about me.

Ellis: It's a thank you for helping me with deliveries the other day.

(...Ellis, you're amazing...)

Ellis lowers his long eyelashes and blows on the milk tea before taking a sip.

Ellis: If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

Kate: ...Okay.

Ellis: You mean "yes," right?

Kate: ...Why are you with Crown, Ellis?

Ellis: I guess because Victor recruited Jude, and Jude agreed?

(So, Ellis joined because Jude joined...?)

Kate: Why are you with Jude?

Ellis: You have a lot of questions.

Ellis chuckles and wraps his hands around the mug.

Ellis: Before I met Jude, I was living a nomadic life, moving from place to place.

Ellis: I happened to meet Jude when I came to London.

Ellis: We made a promise after a series of events.

Kate: A promise...?

Ellis: I work for Jude, and in return, he'll grant me a wish.

Ellis: That's why... we're together until then.

A premonition that something might happen if I keep asking questions makes my heart race.

Kate: What's your wish, Ellis...?

Ellis: That's--

Flashy Performer: What?!

(Huh...?!)

Startled by the loud voice, I look over to see that we're behind a makeshift stage, where a performer is scratching his head in distress.

Flashy Performer: Both of them can't make it... This is a problem...!

(Both of them can't make it... Performers... Could it be?)

Kate: Ellis.

Ellis: ...Yeah.

-–“The common thread in the kidnapping cases is that the victims are often prostitutes or street performers.”

We exchanged glances and headed towards the troubled-looking performer.

Kate: Excuse me...

Flashy Performer: Hmm? Ah, sorry ladies, but my show starts in 10 minutes!

Ellis: We were just told two of your fellow performers can't make it...

Flashy Performer: Yeah, the guys I was supposed to perform with have gone missing.

Performer with Fancy Hat: Geez, how many is that now...? Things have been weird lately.

(Missing... and more than one person)

(Maybe we can learn something if we talk to him.)

Ellis: If you don't mind, we'd like to hear more about that.

Performer with Fancy Hat: Sorry, but I don't have time for that right now! I need to come up with a performance I can do by myself.

He waved us off dismissively, but then, as if struck by a thought, he stared intently at our faces once more.

Performer with Fancy Hat: Well, if you guys are willing to help me out with my stage performance, that's a different story.

Performer with Fancy Hat: Haha! Just kidding. Even though I'm short on help, I wouldn't involve amateurs.

He shook his head as if to say it was a momentary lapse of judgment, and Ellis approached him cheerfully.

Ellis: Help, you say? What do we need to do?

Performer with Fancy Hat: Haha! What, are you interested? I was just joking.

Ellis: But if we help you, you'll tell us more about it, right?

Performer with Fancy Hat: ... What, you guys have a hidden agenda?

He stared at us, his kind face contorted in confusion.

Performer with Fancy Hat: But you know, selling out my friends is a pretty risky business.

Performer with Fancy Hat: I don't have any guarantee that you guys don't have bad intentions. After all, this is our first time meeting.

Kate: What can we do to earn your trust?

Performer with Fancy Hat: Let me think...

Performer with Fancy Hat: If you're willing to be my target for knife throwing, or be tied up and submerged in a water tank without complaint...

Performer with Fancy Hat: I might just trust you.

(A target for knife throwing...!? )

Ellis: Sure, I'm good at that sort of thing.

Unlike me, who was bewildered, Ellis was not intimidated and continued the negotiation.

(As expected of someone who has been on business trips with Jude, he is used to this kind of situation...)

I thought the negotiation was settled with Ellis cooperating with the show, but reality wasn't that sweet.

Performer with Fancy Hat: Tsk tsk tsk... It's not enough with just you. The lady over there needs to cooperate too.

Kate: Huh...!?

Ellis: ...Why?

Performer with Fancy Hat: For the performance, of course!

Performer with Fancy Hat: A tragic separation of lovers, followed by a moving finale! It's sure to get a big cheer.

(...Knife throwing... Tied up in a water tank...)

Ellis peered at me worriedly as I turned pale.

Ellis: Kate, you don't have to push yourself.

(Victor used to throw knives at him, so Ellis will probably be fine.)

I could never imitate his extraordinary physical abilities, but... whether or not we get information from this man depends on me.

(At this point, I have no choice but to trust Ellis and this performer...)

Kate: Alright, I'll cooperate.

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Chapter 4

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[riddle-me-fear]

Do either of you have any advice on getting revenge? Someone's crossed me one too many times and I figure it's time I do something about it. Figured you two might have some insight.

[Yes hello, disclaimer: This is entirely fictional. Please DO NOT follow this advice. Remember that these are fictional characters, who are convicted (mass)murderers, with no sense for morals and complete disregard for human life. Don't harm others. This is for pure entertainment purposes. I don't promote anything mentioned in this post. Ok, thank you. Also trigger warning: violence, murder, suicide.]

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Haw lethal we talkin'?

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Yes, that would be a necessary detail to consider here. I mean, when we take revenge on someone, the intent is usually to, well, kill them. So, what I like to do--

You notice a certain spark in Edward's eyes, quite noticeably getting excited to talk about this, gesturing with more vigor than usual.

--is to give some indication as to why the - mmh - "contestant" finds themselves in this predicament I'd have carefully crafted for them. In this case, the opportunity would present itself to nail them to a cross, obviously. I'd then do my usual routine of presenting them with one or more riddles, giving them - ah-hmm - the illusion they might actually have a chance of survival, ahahaha! You can get very creative with this one, stab or burn them as many times as they've crossed you, and the like. Ahum, option two would be to restrain them and place them in the middle of a crossroad. Aaand if they don't answer my riddles correctly, they'll get run over by a truck or something. Preferably, I'd be the driver, hm-hm-hmm. Oh! Better yet, I could run them over with a road roller on fresh concrete, then I'd permanently have them "run into the ground" ahaha! Oooh that's genius! GOD I wish someone would double-cross me now, oh that would be so good!

Ed now notices Jon has been observing him with a slight smile this entire time.

... What? Why are you looking at me like that?

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Oh, nuthin, I jus' love it when ya get all giddy 'bout stuff. 'specially when it's that sorta stuff. 's cute.

Edward visibly blushes and turns his back on you, making his way across the living room and into what seems to be the kitchen, from what you can see from your point of view.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

I, uuh, just remembered! I forgot, aah, my uhm, I wanted to, uuh, get coffee! Yes! That's what I wanted to do! Would you like one too, Jon? Oh, why do I even ask, of course you do. You can, uuh, give your answer in the meantime!

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Hehehe... He's so adorable when he's gettin' flustered. Right, anyway. What I'd do if someone's crossed me... I mean, like Eddie said, if tha intent was ta kill 'em, ma favourite pick is suicide. Jus' drivin' em ta kill themselves. Ya get away scot free, since ya can't really be charged fo' anythin. All ya need ta do is find dirt on tha person, somethin' they really don't want anybody ta know 'bout. Or ya jus' make shit up. Goal is ta ruin their relationships, their reputation, make 'em lose their job, drop outta school an' what not. 's easier if they got sum dark secret that, if it comes out, jus' completely ruins their life. That's jus' step one tho, cuz that's no guarantee they'll actually end it. That's when I usually pull ma fear toxin act on 'em. Since ya don't have that - unless ya wanna buy, 100$ per cc - ya'd have ta rely on yer own spookin' skills an' makin' that person's life a livin' nightmare. Figure out what makes 'em afraid an' weaponize that. Might take a while if they resilient, but it usually does tha trick.

Meanwhile, Edward returns to sit down next to Jonathan, a glass cup of iced coffee in one hand, and a regular mug filled with hot black coffee in the other.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Careful, it's hot.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Tsh, can't be hotter than you.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Oh my-- will you stop that?!

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Stop whut, spittin' facts?

Ed chooses to ignore that and stirs the ice cubes around in his coffee with a glass straw.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Did I hear that right; you gave them advice on how to make someone commit suicide?

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Ye, why?

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Mmh, it just occured to me, that they might look for something less...

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Lethal? Shouldn't 'ave asked us then.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Yes, well, let's just pretend we didn't want to kill the person, mmh... Say, you'd want to take revenge on me.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Ahah! An' ya think I would naht wanna kill ya?

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Want to - yes. Actually go through with it - I don't think so. I, for one, would force you to go to Disneyland with me. I'd dress you for the occasion, so you won't be scaring anyone. And you're not allowed to go on any of the spooky rides.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Oh jesus fuckin-- ya would naht!

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Ahahaha! Oooh you bet your sweet bony ass, I would!

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Fine. Then I'll take ya to "Who wants to be a Millionaire". As part of tha audience. With ya mouth taped shut an' yer hands tied behind ya back.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

You wouldn't dare...!

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Ohooh, yes I would, sugah.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Well, I would hide the coffee beans, and every time you buy new ones, I'll hide those too.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Nah ya wouldn't.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Ooooh, but yes I would.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

I'd move somethin' in yer apartment space, so it's jus' slightly outta place. A slightly tilted picture frame. A piece o' furniture moved just a bit to tha right. One of yer decorations moved ever so slightly towards tha left. An' I'd move somethin' different every day.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Wha-?! Y-- Nnh! I'd burn your newest costume project, so you'd have to start all over again!

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Ffffuggin-- I'd put yer most recent riddles notebook into tha paper shredder!

There is a pause between their back-and-forths, which had become quite agitated, before the silence is broken by Edward lunging at Jon, his hands aimed at his throat.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

I'm going to murder you!!

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Pff! Trah me, bitch!

Their escalated argument quickly proceeds to the floor. Out of your view, you only hear their sounds of struggle, heavy breathing and the occasional insult.

Perhaps 10 minutes later, the noises had turned into aching groans and cracking joints, as you see the both of them slowly crawl back onto the couch, but not without big effort.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Jesus fuck, I'm too old fo' this shit... Aaah my back...! Ahah oow...

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Hhh... I hope you - hhh - got your - hhh - answer - hhh... Oooh I'm so done for today...

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Ya don't say... Fffhh...

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

All of that was... hhuff... purely theoretical, right?

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

'f course it wus... Fffuckin... jackass...

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Heh... hhhahah... Aaah...

[sophiacloud28]

Burn It All Down (One-Shot)

Keep talking, keep laughing One day you'll wish you hadn't All the people want fire, fire Maybe it's time they meet their dragon

Thanking @redsrooftopprincess for this one.

One-shot, Rise Mikey, No Pairing, set in main timeline

Laughter in the break room. Guards joking to themselves. None of them thinking they are necessary. All of them thinking that they’re there to push pens and type at computers.

They couldn’t be more right. And wrong.

The lights go out. The backup generator does not kick on. The call to action is heard and answered by the relevant guards and all of them race into position.

They never reach their destination.

Screams are suffocated. Shots ricochet along metal before embedding themselves into drywall as the sound of chains echoes in the corridors. The ones that try to escape find fire blocking their way before an elbow or a blunt object connects with their heads.

“Get it under control!”

However, it's not until someone speaks that the game changes.

The fire burns brighter. Something streaks through the corridors. Shots rain but none of them hit as a pair of whited-out eyes dance in the flames and smoke. More chains appear, glowing white hot before they burst into flames. Another chain, thinner and almost snake-like, finds the speaker and sends him toppling to the ground. Guns cock back as a two-toed foot find the back of the black-suited man before a voice without echo speaks.

"Call them off."

"In your — Argh!"

"I said call them off, Bishop."

"L-Lower your weapons!"

A corridor frees up from the flames.

"Tell them to evacuate. They have five minutes."

"You –"

"Bishop."

"You heard him!"

The guards scramble to leave as Jonathan Bishop hisses, "What do you want, monster?"

"What tells you you have anythin' I want?"

"It's only been a few weeks since TCRI, ki — Argh!"

"You don't get to call me that."

"You prefer "monster"?"

"Pot meet kettle."

"What do you want?" Bishop hisses only to feel a three-fingered find his nape and press down on it.

"I'm not here to get anything. I'm here to warn."

"You –" he starts but the hand tightens, and he can't breathe.

"I'm not an idiot, Bishop, and neither are my brothers. You blew up the place. It's your fault. So consider this your first and last warning. Leave New York City or I'm going to make this personal."

"Your entire family are –" Bishop tries.

"We've done more for this city than your EPF has. You want to make us enemy number one? You better be ready for the consequences of that, Bishop. This is your first and only warning. Get out or this will happen again. And I can't guarantee your life then."

"The government –"

"You think I'm dumb enough to leave a body, Bishop?" The agent is freed. "You have two minutes. Let's see if you can save yourself, shall we?"

Bishop scrambles up and turns. The only thing he catches is a flash of orange before a window breaks, glowing chains come out of the darkness, and a shadow follows them. He knows he needs to move, though, when he hears explosions and the building rumbles.

It wasn't a lie. He needs to move. There's no time to acknowledge the trembling that threatens to overcome him.

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[risewriter]

ROTTMNT: Turtle Pile

A terrified cry for help reaches the three older tot brother’s ears.

"Mikey?!" They make eye contact with each other before racing to Michael's room.

Opening the door, the only thing lighting the room is a little nightlight of a unicorn. It's flickering, showing the silhouette of a little orange turtle. Shaking like a leaf, Mikey looks up.

''R-Raph?''

''Hey, bud.'' Raph replies. While he and the crew nears he adds: ''What's up?''

''The sky..'' The little box shell's head slumps onto his folded knees.

A snort Leo lets out is cut short by an elbow from both Raph and Donnie in each of the slider's hips.

''It's... doing the scary noises again.'' Mikey's eyes stray to his night light. ''Even Jorge is scared..''

''Aw, Mike. It's just a little thunder. It can't hurt ya.'' The snapping turtle sits down next to Michael.

''Yeah! You're kinda in a bunker here, bro.'' Leo plops beside the two. ''Nothin' is getting through here, right D?'' Throwing the stick to Don, which he wasn't prepared to catch, the soft shell steadies his glasses.

"O-Of course! These sewers are one of the safest areas to be at during storming weather conditions. I can guarantee that being struck by lightning is highly improbable.''

''See? Even D knows it's a pro babble!''

''Improbable.''

''Yeah? That's what I said.''

The two lock eyes, though Donnie knew from experience that this is a battle which doesn't deserve his effort.

''Although, if this was a flood, we would be in danger. We can hold our breaths for a long while, but we would have to move to a different area- Ah-''

Now noticing that his brothers were signing him to stop talking, little Mikey begins to cry.

''Shh, Mikey! There's no flood! It's ok!''

As Raphael and the others try to calm their little brother down, a light crack in the sky followed by a loud rumble trembles the floor beneath them.

''AAAH!'' Mikey screams, covering his ears with the hope the drums above the clouds would stop.

But then, without warning, Jorge's light goes out.

''J-Jorge?'' Mikey looks up to see only darkness. ''Raphie?'' With each cry, the box shell feels his anxiety grow. ''Le-Le? Dee?''

The orange turtle senses getting jostled. At first, it freaked him out even more, but then it became more and more familiar.. and warm.

''I got it.'' The soft shell calls out. Within a few seconds, the night light blinks back to life. Though, Donnie didn't just fix the light, he worked his magic to make Jorge slowly switch to each of the colours of the rainbow.

Now being able to see clearly, Mikey's eyes widen. He's now being held by his big red brother in the opening of his crossed legs.

''In case anythin' tries to hurt ya, I'll be the roof!'' Raphael brings out a toothy grin.

''Oh! Oh! I'll be like- the really, really important cool guy! I'll be so cool that I can stomp on the ground and scare that thunder away!'' Imitating a ‘woosh’ sound, Leo let himself fall on Raph's side.

''I'll make that lightning a light thing!'' He winks, causing both the turtles to giggle.

''Aaand since nobody knows how lightning works, I guess I'll be the lightning rod.'' A tad reluctant, the soft shell leans against the snapping turtle's back shell.

Raph wraps his arms around Leo and Mikey as the drowsiness takes hold. With Jorge keeping a watchful eye, the rainbow colored turtle pile dozes off.

Looks like tomorrow will be sunny.

[hellsite-detective]

hello detective, I have a simple request of a post, you see the post was something along the lines of "what if the warrior cats system was used instead of the government" and it spiraled into asking what other countries are, why the person was tweeting stead of posting and it ended on "why is komaeda posting about warrior cats", have a nice night

this post, while it seems rather simple on the surface, was absolutely baffling. see, i was bein' asked to find a post about how the government should be abolished in favor of the Warrior Cats system. accordin' to my client, this post was bein' made by Nagito Komaeda from Danganronpa. headin' over to the Search Bar, i asked for any posts from tumblr that had the exact phrase used in my request. i was quickly handed the exact link i needed. i went to file it away when i noticed somethin' off...

this post was not made by Komaeda.

instead, the post i was lookin' at was posted by @firefox-official, who, as far as i knew, had no connection to the aforementioned character. i did further diggin' into the reblogs of the post, nothin'. i went back to Google and demanded more results, nothin'. i even asked for anythin' relatin' to this post specifically mentionin' Komaeda. still nothin'. was this some sorta bizarre Mandela Effect relatin' to a tumblr post of all things? i had no clue. but i couldn't come back empty handed. i filed this one away and hoped for the best.

here's a post! i can't guarantee this is what you were lookin' for, but it seems to be the right one, minus Komaeda. have a great day!

Post Case: Closed

[jaminster]

Any fic reqs?

Y'all, proud to announce in a writing mood so if anyone's got any fic suggestions, L4D2 related, Nellis or not, please do share some ideas because for once in my life I'm motivated to write. Feel free to PM or ask or comment or anythin. Can't guarantee I'll do it cuz I'll be getting busy in the next couple of days, but still I'm down to hear things out. Guess like format for request: Title: (either you name or i name or nothing) Plot: (the idea you gyat) Word Count: (how long you want it? short fic? omg?) Additional Tags: any other extra stuff you want to see in the fic

:3

[cainluvr69]

Let Me Tell You The Story Of A Rainbow - Chapter 20

Previous Chapter

Owen: Let's just turn this world to scraps already. Mythical beasts and humans and wizards and even picture books are all the same once you rip them to pieces.

Owen crossed one long leg over the other, sitting sidesaddle on his broom. He laid his hand on the lid of his trunk, ready to unleash the horrors within.

Snow: Owen.

White: Don't be so selfish.

Owen: Making scary faces at me isn't going to get you anywhere. Or do you two really think you can take me down?

Bradley: Damn, he's super pissed off because Oz and Mithra ain't here.

Owen: What was that, Bradley? Are you volunteering to be the first one I rip to shreds?

Bradley: Hey, I'm not mockin' you, okay? My patience is wearing pretty damn thin, too. How about we knock 'em through themselves together on the count of three?

Owen: Absolutely not.

Bradley: Haha, too bad.

White: Is this really the time to be joking around with one another? Did you forget what we said earlier?

Snow: Should anything happen to this world, we cannot guarantee that we'll be able to protect the Sage and the rest of the Sage's wizards.

Owen: Mithra has his dimensional door, doesn't he? And Oz is here, too. Mithra's probably spacing out somewhere, but Oz would notice and do something about it.

Snow: Are you sure? I think they're about equal in terms of airheadedness.

Owen: If the world's collapse starts to accelerate, one of them will do something about it. And if there's anyone you just can't bear to lose, can't you just scoop them up to safety yourself?

Snow: Goodness, what a self-centered little menace you are. Perhaps I should call Oz over and have him drop an extra-big lightning bolt on you if you think that lizard's lightning isn't up to snuff.

White: Now now, Snow dearest. That would result in the destruction of this world.

Bradley: Either way, it's just a matter of time 'til that happens anyways, yeah? Owen, does that big lump of scales have anythin' to say for itself?

Owen: Literally no idea. It's just been wailing in pain this whole time, so it's not like it's said anything I could actually understand…

But just then, a flurry of rainbow scales sparkled around Owen--Roxy was flying around him. Roxy settled on Owen's shoulder. It seemed to be pleading with him, the only one among our number who could understand what it was saying.

Owen: …

Suddenly, a violent screech shook the area. The lizard was crackling with electricity, its body swelling even larger.

Bradley: Yeah… I'm done with waitin' around.

Bradley readied his rifle as he spoke.

Snow & White: Bradley!

Bradley: No hard feelings!

I was expecting a bold, fearless grin, but instead, Bradley lowered his voice to a cautious whisper.

Bradley: <Adnopotensum>

And with a solemn bang, Bradley's gun spat fire. And as to where his bullet landed--there was something like a crack moments after he fired. Bradley's target was not the lizard, but the trunk of a tree that towered over it. The earth trembled with a roar as loud as a thunderclap, and then the tree began to topple, its shadow draping over the lizard like a delicate cloth. With the tree preventing it from moving, the lizard squealed fiercely.

Bradley: Haha! See, all I had to do was put my mind to it a little, and there ya go.

Snow: Goodness, you actually restrained your magic?

White: What a feat for a Northern wizard, for whom everything but attack magic is left to the side, unpracticed…

Bradley: Psht, who do you think I am? No one's got pinpoint control like I do.

Snow & White: Kyakya! Bradley dear, you're soooo cooool!

Owen: That working out that well looked like a coincidence to me.

Bradley: 'Scuse me? Don't get all pouty on me, now.

Owen landed next to the big lizard, which was pawing pitifully at the ground, unable to get out from under the fallen tree, and whispered to it coldly.

Owen: Your completely transparent attempts at hiding the piece of that girl's memory failed. Hurry up and open your mouth already. I'm not as soft as he is. If you don't get on with it, you can say goodbye to everything from the neck down.

Then Owen leaned closer to the lizard and whispered something even more quietly.

Owen: Continuing to hide it from us isn't going to do anything to protect the person you want to protect. Wanna know why? Because if you don't hand it over, I'm going to erase this world. All of it. So you know what the right thing to do is, right?

It must have understood, because it stopped struggling and timidly opened its mouth. Owen deftly snatched up the thing that was sitting on the tip of its tongue.

Owen: Here it is. A single purple pearl.

White: You did wonderfully too, Owen dear!

Snow: This beast certainly settled down in a hurry, though. Did something happen?

Owen: Not really. I just reminded it of where it sits on the food chain.

Bradley: Damn, what a pain this thing is. It really didn't need to start actin' up like that.

Mithra: Good grief. Using brute force isn't always the best way to do things.

Mithra was using the crystal ball I was holding to talk to them, like a magical telephone.

Mithra: Protecting something really isn't as simple as all that.

Bradley: I really don't wanna hear that from you, man.

Snow & White: You have no place to speak.

Owen: If you weren't on the other end of that crystal, I'd smash your head into paste.

The purple pearl in Owen's hand began to glow, and then flashed with blinding light.

✦✧☾✧✦

Little, little Luca was running through a moonlit forest, wheezing breathlessly. ----That morning, after she'd returned to the monastery, she'd been welcomed back with a beating from her teacher. Apparently, she'd neglected some of her chores. Luca could hardly breathe. Everyone in the monastery was suffocating her by treating her like this. Even when she was thrown into a storage room and locked away, the only ones who came to comfort her were the strange friends only she could see. And with their help, she was finally, finally escaping the monastery. She wasn't going to vanish for a few days, and then go back. No, she was never going to return, and she was never going to do those awful chores ever again. Her conviction was firm. But it wasn't to last. Her escape had taken her deep into a forest that few people ever traversed, but some humans happened upon her while she was talking to spirits. The looks on their faces immediately twisted into something malevolent, and they attacked her. Why? Because "a creepy wizard had placed an eerie, ominous curse over the whole forest."

Luca: …That's not me. I was just…

But her frightened voice would never reach their hearts. They had her cornered, pinned against a wall. But then… With a peal of thunder loud enough to split the sky, lightning struck, and the silhouette of a massive reptile appeared in the split second of light. The humans screamed and fled as fast as their legs could carry them.

Luca: Thank you… You saved me. …Huh? What do I think of you? You are kinda big, but…I'm not scared. I mean, you saved me. Those people who chased me down so they could do something bad to me were way, way scarier than you could ever be… …But, wanna know a secret? Even though I'm always all alone, I've made lots and lots of friends. So I think that no matter what happens, from now on…I won't be scared. As long as I have all of you with me…I'll be brave.

✦✧☾✧✦

As they followed their group's guiding light, Figaro, Lennox, and Mitile began to notice coins and gemstones scattered here and there on the ground.

Mitile: There are a lot of little things that have fallen among the grass around here. Let's see, this one's a medal, I think this is an old kind of currency…and this is a rare gem, isn't it?

Lennox: I wonder who…no, I wonder what in this book dropped all of this here.

Figaro: I think this is…probably the work of an herbula.

Mitile: An herbula?

Figaro: It's the name of a kind of magical plant. It's a rare one, only growing in locations with bountiful nature and clean water. You can basically think of them as leaf spirits. It's the kind of thing you'd find in a fairy tale. They'll pick up anything they think is valuable, but as you can see, they drop a lot of those things, too.

Mitile: They pick up a lot of stuff, so they drop a lot of stuff, too?

Figaro: Essentially, yes. They'll pick up something they've decided is valuable and then drop it when they're not paying attention…and then pick it up all over again.

Mitile: They must drop stuff because they're trying to carry too much all at once.

Lennox: When you have a lot of things important to you, it's easy to get stuck on what to keep, and instead end up trying to hold onto all of them. I can get a little selfish too, so I understand how they feel.

Mitile: You…? Selfish…?

Figaro: Oh, so you are aware of it.

Lennox: You know how it is. Oh… There's a small knot in this tree.

Mitile: Oh, there is! And it's absolutely surrounded with dropped and forgotten treasures.

Figaro: Looks like they had a frenetic day of cleaning out the house. I wonder if they cleared the whole knothole out?

Mitile: Why would they do that?

Figaro: This is just a guess, but…probably to put something even more precious in there instead. There's only so much one can handle, and when things start getting out of hand, welp! Time to throw something out.

Lennox: …The piece of Luca's memories is probably in that knothole.

Figaro: Yeah. That girl's memories are the most valuable treasures in this book's world. The spirits would want to treat them right.

Mitile: But, um, the entrance to the knothole is so thin, I don't see how we'd get anything out of it…

Figaro: Easy enough to fix with a bit of magic. <Possideo>

Figaro snapped his fingers, and the three of them began to glow softly.

Mitile: Woah…!

Their bodies suddenly shrank, getting smaller and smaller. Once they were small enough that I could carry all three of them in my hands, the light petered out and they stopped shrinking.

Figaro: This should be just about the right size. Well? Any problems?

Lennox: No, I'm fine. This really gives a fresh look to the landscape we'd been walking through before. Turning this small is rather pleasant.

Mitile: I'm good, too! I had to get on my knees just to look into this knothole, but now it's like a big tunnel…

Figaro: Haha, good to hear you're both okay. If Rutile had been here, he would've thrown himself into a tizzy over this.

Mitile: Yeah. I bet when we tell him, he'll get so jealous. Like, "That sounds like so much fun!"

The three of them entered the knothole, all of them still smiling happily.

And inside of it was a listless-looking spirit with droopy leaves on top of its head and in place of a tail.

Mitile: Wah…!

Figaro: …? Oh, that's…

But Mitile's yelp had alerted the spirit to their presence. It turned to run on unsteady, tottering legs.

Mitile: Ah, please wait…!

Lennox: We apologize for walking in without permission. You don't need to be scared of us.

Figaro: …Your vegetation's looking a little worse for wear. You probably shouldn't move around too much.

The be-leafed spirit was still restlessly puttering about, and tripped over itself in the process--but Lennox was there to catch it before it hit the ground.

Mitile: I have a lot of different kinds of medicine on hand, but will any of them work on it? Maybe I should look for medicinal herbs that grow in the area…ah, wait, right. We're inside of a book right now.

Figaro and Lennox glanced from Mitile, still fretting over the spirit's condition, to each other. They nodded to one another, and then turned their attention back to Mitile.

Figaro: No need to worry. This little guy's just a little tired, is all. I could take care of it, buuuut… Mitile, how about you cast healing magic on it instead?

Mitile: Huh, are you sure? I mean, compared to you, Dr. Figaro, I'm still…

Next Chapter

[lifetimeshipper]

Angel From A Dream

Chapter 5

~~~~~~~~~~

Thunderhoof and Steeljaw left the base to look for other 'Cons to add to their pack, Steeljaw told Underbite to stay behind and look after the base and the hostage, to make sure she doesn't try to escape. After searching and not finding anything, Thunderhoof and Steeljaw decided to head back and try again later. 

The whole time they were searching Thunderhoof couldn't stop the questions going through his processor, so as they headed back to base Thunderhoof decided to ask the question he couldn't stop wondering about. "Do you know what you're doing?"

Steeljaw looked at him in a bit of confusion, "Uhh, of course I do. I've been gathering bots and creating groups for many years..."

"I mean with the femme. Do you even know who she is or anythin' 'bout her background?"

"I know her name is Strongarm and she's an Autobot Cadet but that's all. I haven't really had the chance to fully get to know her yet."

"You're already into her without knowing anythin' 'bout her? You must be really attracted to her, though I can't say I blame you she is a pretty femme for an Autobot."

Steeljaw couldn't help but growl at Thunderhoof for his last remark, "Don't you dare try anything, Thunderhoof." Thunderhoof just put up his servos in surrender, he knows not to mess with a Wolf-Con's femme. When a Wolf-Con has his optic on a femme to make his mate he will tear apart any that dared try to keep him from claiming her. "But yes, I am attracted to her," Steeljaw continues. "She's beautiful. But it's more than that."

"Whatcha mean?"

"I was having dreams about her long before I met her, don't know why. It wouldn't stop and soon she started being in my processor constantly. I soon found myself thinking about her all the time and determination grew in me to find her and find out who she is. So when I met her here on this planet not long ago I saw this as my chance to finally find out who she is and make her mine."

"I've heard stories of that happening to others. Only Primus knows why it happens."

"What do you know about her? You were talking like you know something I don't."

"I know she's the daughter of Arcee and Wheeljack from team Prime. She's close to Ultra Magnus, Bulkhead, and the other members of the team. Her lieutenant, Bumblebee, is like her uncle."

"Bumblebee? Is that the yellow mech that leads the Autobots?"

"Yes. The team of Autobots that are here on this planet anyway."

Steeljaw growled, "I know who you're talking about, I got into a fight with him at our last hideout. If he's so close to Strongarm then no doubt he'll stop at nothing to rescue her."

"I can guarantee you he won't rest until he gets her back."

"He can try all he wants but it won't happen, I won't allow it."

Thunderhoof remains silent, he knows exactly what Steeljaw means by that. He's seen this behavior before and he knows there's only one way things are gonna go when Bumblebee attempts a rescue of the femme.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Strongarm continued lying on the floor as she tried to calm her spark. The events that had occurred really scared her, she was almost marked by a Wolf-Con. Never in her life did she imagine she would be the target of a Wolf-Con to mate with. This can't be happening, it has to be a scare tactic to get her to talk or something.

Either way, she needs to figure out a way to escape. She rubs her neck as she thinks. Her spark starts settling down making it easier to think clearly. She knows Steeljaw isn't gonna leave her without supervision, he no doubt left one behind to make sure she doesn't escape. But which one? She gets up off the floor and walks over to the door, she tries opening it only to find it locked.

"Of course it's locked, Strongarm. You heard Steeljaw lock it," she scolds herself as she goes to sit back down. How can she know what to do if she doesn't know which one stayed behind? If it's Underbite she could easily distract him with some metal while she makes her escape, but if it's Thunderhoof she doesn't know what she could do. 

She thinks of her carrier and she wonders how she would handle this situation. She recalls hearing stories about when she was taken by the Decepticons twice because Megatron wanted her, both times she found a way to escape, though the second time she had help from Knock Out. But what would she do if she was in this situation? She would most likely make some noise to lure the 'Con to the room and then attack them...

"That's it!" Strongarm gets up and runs over to the door. She starts banging on the door while screaming to get the attention of the 'Con that's standing guard. Hopefully, she's right and there actually is one standing guard right now or she would look very foolish. "Hey! Anybody there!? I wish to have a word with you!!" She shouts as she continues to bang on the door.

It isn't until she hears the heavy steps heading towards the door that she stops. She finally got their attention. Took them long enough. She hears the door unlock and steps back as she watches it open. The door fully opens to reveal... Steeljaw? What? Surely she hasn't been in here thinking that long that he finished what he was doing and returned already.

"You wish to have a word? What do you want?" Steeljaw asks as he looks at her puzzled.

"H-how are you back so soon?"

"We only went searching for other 'Cons, couldn't find any so we headed back. Now, what do you want?"

Strongarm's spark dropped as her hope for escape flew out the window. There's no way she can get past Steeljaw to escape. She stands there for a moment thinking of what she can say to cover up her failed attempt to escape, "I need some Energon. I haven't had any in a while." She really hates this. She hates that she's cowering to this 'Con and being this submissive, but she needs to survive and get back to her team. But you better bet that when she does escape and gets back with her team she will be taking this 'Con down and locking him away for good.

"That's right, you haven't had any Energon. My apologies, that was very thoughtless of me. I'll go get you some." Steeljaw walks back out of the room closing and locking the door once more. Strongarm vents out a sigh of relief as she sits back down again, dread filling her spark as she hopes and prays that he won't try marking her again.

~~~~~~~~~~

"What did she want?" Thunderhoof asked after he saw Steeljaw walk back into their area.

"She said she needed some Energon. But judging by the surprised look she gave when I entered the room and the pause before telling me what she wanted, I believe she was trying to set something up to escape."

"Like what?" Underbite asked seeming very confused.

"My guess is she figured that one of you was left behind to watch over her and she thought she would try a distraction or try to lure you into a trap where she could attack and then escape."

Thunderhoof couldn't help but laugh at that, "I could take her down easily and I can bet ya Underbite could too."

"Don't be so sure. I'm not attracted to her just for her looks. Despite her young naive processor and her misunderstanding of situations, she's actually pretty smart. And despite her lack of experience, she's a decent fighter," Steeljaw explains as he walks over to the small stash of Energon they're holding.

"Are you gonna punish her for trying to escape?" Underbite asks.

Steeljaw picks up one of the Energon cubes and an empty canister, "Of course," he says before he proceeds to pour the Energon into the canister stopping a quarter of the way. He places the cube back down and turns to face them, "She's not getting a whole cube. If she wants the rest she'll have to earn it." He walks off to head back to the room he's sharing with Strongarm.

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Chapter 1

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[stcries]

"you're sure you're alright? i get it, we're meant to be the big strong ones of the group but that just doesn't look right." it's the way she kneels down, head crooning sideways to inspect the damage done. in a world where one could come across monsters at any given opportunity, to walk away unscathed was a miracle in itself. quite honestly, karlach was relieved that this man got away at all.

"my camp's not that far away, i can run and grab some things if you need anythin'? well, i can't guarantee not burning the supplies, and i can't exactly carry you ... mmn, this is a bit of a pickle." / @avaere liked for a baldur's gate starter.

[brother-of-a-villain]

i have something. maybe. issue is, the guy seemed a lil too gleeful abou' it so there's a maybe sixty/forty chance he's screwin' wi' me. It'd be higher, but the cost was pretty chunky so there's probably some level of legitimacy..?

...i can't make any guarantees. I'm sendin ya what he gave me now, but... yeah. you might recognise somethin' in it that's helpful. y'need anythin' else, lmk. 'm still lookin.

Really? That's... better than what I thought we could get to he honest. Thanks, really. For everything.

I'll look it all over to make sure we don't miss anything... every little piece of info counts.

[wild-pineapple-butt]

Renji sighed. He had a feeling that Kaisa wouldn't so easily give up. She wouldn't be the first soul this young to enter the Academy, but she would probably be in the minority. With her small stature, he wonders if she would be made an easy target to bully.

What to do... a dilemma indeed. He saw the potential in her, and knew that there was a good chance she'd become a great shinigami. Yet, he didn't know if he could bear the responsibility of putting such a large burden on such a young and small soul to go through.

Renji's heart sank when he took a look back at Kaisa, seeing the sadness that was quite evident in the welled up tears in her eyes threatening to spill... either it was enroll her through the Academy and hope that she would survive... or throw her back to the harsh Rukon life... and again, hope that she would survive. At least here, she'd have food, housing, warmth... anybody in their sane mind would choose the first option in a heartbeat. Himself included if he were put in her shoes.

"Okay..." he sighed, relenting. "I can't make the final decision... but what I can do... is put in an application fer ya, and put in a good word fer ya. A personal recommendation, if that's what ya wanna call it. Now.. I can't guarantee ya anythin', but I'm 98% sure it'll go through."

His eyes met hers with a steel gaze. "Let me tell ya now, the Academy is no joke, and under no circumstances should ya treat it as such."

♤ Renji’s response to her age, had her emerald eyes widening in surprise. Yes she was young, but she had been through so much she felt decades older than she really was. Kaisa saw the consternation in his expression, saw how he almost held his emotions on his sleeve. She knew right then that he was regretting giving her the idea. Kaisa swallowed but her emotions were still raw. Her bottom lip quivered, fear seeping into her chest that he would make her go back to the place he’d found her in. Her lungs and heart felt as though they were freezing, afraid to go back. Kaisa was willing to do whatever she could to never return to that hell.

“I don’t care if it’s not easy… I will do what I can to get through the Academy Abarai-fukutaicho,” she replied gently, “I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”

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— LIP POINT ★

their s/o uses their lips to point out things, but they think they're asking for a kiss !

note: so sorry for my hiatus!! im trying a new format dont mind me.. it's slightly suggestive in floyd's part but it doesn't go past kissing! m.list is here characters: kalim, jamil, and the tweels x reader

— JAMIL VIPER

his cheeks turn red as he sees you point your lips over to the item beside him, not knowing what ur real intentions were. bby thought you wanted a kiss real bad he didn't have a choice but to smh 😭

you 'were' expecting him to have the item in his hands, so you look up—but you're suddenly brought into a quick kiss, courtesy of jamil. he pulls away, slightly shy. "was that alright, ya amar*?" he asks, looking into your eyes. was a kiss really necessary at this moment? 😖💕 obviously, you smile in return, nodding. "of course it was, hun..but that wasn't what i was asking for." you giggled as his brows furrowed in confusion. babes u had to explain that kind of mannerism was normal from where you were from and he got so fking embarrassed omfg like it doesn't mean you want a kiss??

literally comfort kiss kiss him bc he is sulking in the corner and cannot look at you without blushing. he did give you the item you asked for though. the more you know, right?

either way it was cute so you didn't hold anythin against it jamil viper let me marry u bbg 😻

— KALIM AL-ASIM

oh my god he got so eager and excited when you pointed your lips, but he didn't know it was to ask for smth beside him!!! he was literally like an energetic pup 🥺 he was a bit confused on why you couldn't just ask though

he quickly rushes over to you, kissing your lips for a small amount of time, your eyes widening. he pulls away, smiling. "did you like that, albi*?" he asks, his cheeks a bright red. you smiled, cupping his face softly. "oh kalim, of course i did..but i didn't point out my lips for a kiss.." you replied, sighing in content. obviously he didn't know what the lip point meant, so when you told him he immediately gave you the item you needed while blushing.

is probably apologizing for nothing like?? he's so cute 😭 kalim is more of a positive person though so he'll probably forget about it in no time hajsghahaga

he will take very good note of that gesture, but won't hesitate to plant a kiss on those lips of yours, either. so i recommend you keep an eye on him!

— JADE LEECH

this smug mf. and he's so smooth with how he kisses you, too. if you were expecting him to hand the item over, you got a kiss instead!! cue jade showcasing his usual grin as he lovingly stared at your deep red face.

guess he's still a bit unaware on some human customs, no? he's fully aware of the fact, in fact, he doesnt deny it at all. more or so once you told him about the habit of pointing your lips.

a bit of blush appears on his cheeks, but he smiles nonetheless, content about your reaction either way.

"fufufu..my pearl, you'll have to forgive me." he chuckled, bringing you close. "i'm simply unable to resist those sweet lips of yours, my dearest. " 😳

will definitely remember what the lip point means after that sweet encounter. i can't guarantee he won't play a bit, though. he might tease you by kissing your lips instead.

— FLOYD LEECH

"coulda just asked, shrimpy." floyd whispered, his tone teasing as ever. but before you could reply, his lips collided with yours as he gripped your hips, lifting you onto the counter.

as you melted into the kiss, he teasingly nipped at your bottom lip, allowing a gasp to escape your mouth.

he visibly grins at this, chuckling as he pulled away. his stupid grin only grew wider as your face went beet red!!! i hate love him sm 😠

once you pointed out you wanted something, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in closer. "ehh.. that's boring. i like kissing shrimpy better." he kept on insisting on how the kisses are better!!??

would he remember? it depends on his mood. similar to jade, he would play around with you a bit. he most likely wants to get on your nerves (lovingly) 😒 not that you'd reject, though..

TRANSLATIONS:

* ya amar — my moon

* albi — heart/my heart

TWST TAGLISH: N/A

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if we mutuals...... u should rb this w/a troll of yours - img ref pls

(beeprincen will be followin u if we’re mutuals)