#cleaner mimic

[little-creature-of-the-day]

little creature of the day: Bluestriped fangblenny

i love the colors on this guy

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[erupan]

Had this on my back burner since January, then the midjourney deal made me hold off posting art and i forgot I had it ready OTL Her horse girl is very cute and gave me 90's shoujo vibes for the longest time, so... had to... :'Bc May have turned Amaryllis' cool little jumper suit into clown pants but let's say that's just canon compliant to how 1997 was!

I saw this trend going around and wanted to make one of my own

🎀🦄✨💕🌹

Draw my Unicorn girl/Brightmaid Amaryllis in your style!

[retiredteabag]

sukuna request 🩷

when sukuna comes home, he sees that we’ve dyed our hair and the bathroom is stained with hair dye

The sincerest form of flattery

Synopsis: Sukuna comes home to a crude imitation of himself, how is it his blood does not boil with distaste?

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It was not uncommon for Lord Sukuna to arrive at the estate covered in sticky red blood. It would often have dried to his robes before he would bathe and rid himself of the substance.

Looking at your reflection now, you are sure the pair of you have never looked more similar.

You had given up on gloves long ago, the red staining your hands in a horrific way, you wondered what the man would say when he arrived at the estate.

Your hair had yet to fully dry, a duller pink than the king of curses, but a mimic of the man nonetheless. He was able to make it work in a way you could not quite understand, spinning in the mirror to see the damage, you begin to feel a bit guilty for the estates service workers.

The walls, the sink, the floor, it all had- well... what appeared to be blood splattered across it. A particularly incriminating towel lay across the counter, dripping onto the tiles below.

Silent giggles escaped you as you tried to wipe the dye from your hands. What would Sukuna say when he got home? You wondered.

You had just started to make headway cleaning the floors when you felt it. He was within the estate.

For reasons unknown to you, you started to become anxious. Cleaning faster, and anxiously checking the mirror to fix your appearance.

It was not long, of course, before he was standing in the threshold of his chambers washroom.

Any other time you might've found it sweet that he came straight to you after arriving home. He would never say it, but he was quite like a jungle cat in his own way, yet loyal as a dog. He would never stray too far from you. Your presence his energy.

But now. Bent across the floor, a stray hair fallen to your face, and the corrosive scent of ammonia wafting through the room, you feel a bit sheepish as his eyes take in the scene.

"What...ever are you doing?" His upper set of arms are crossed, his eyes analyzing the room.

You haven't a clue how to respond. A laugh is bubbling up but you try very hard to keep it down. Your fists are balled in the cleaner of the towels available to you as you glance at the floor and bite your lip.

Sukuna is taking measured steps to you now, his eyes narrowed. From your kneeled position on the floor, he looks even more enormous than usual.

The right words escape you so you build the courage and mutter, "I'm just like you, see?" And wave a hand to the room.

"You... what?" He hisses. Turning to see what you are referring to. Before he looks back to you, you stand, brush your wet hands down the large shirt that has become a blood-stained smock, and grin. You swipe your hands down the length of yourself.

"See? The hair, the... bloody room..."

He is making an odd movement in the muscles of his neck, and squinting at you, "This is not blood. I can tell with certainty."

"Yes, well... that's true, but don't we look similar?" You grin up at the giant, awaiting his response. Perhaps he will roll his eyes and walk to the bedroom of his chambers, or maybe he will demand you clean the mess you have made.

"You cannot possibly believe we look remotely similar." His biceps are flexing and there is a rosiness to his cheeks.

You turn now to look at the mirror, reaching to tug on his lower hand, "Look. I just need some tattoos now."

Sukuna flexes his hand in your grasp and you drop it that instant. He has never been the most physically attuned. Even so, just as you have made to step from him, his arms reach out, grabbing you by your torso and lifting you to his height.

His eyes roam over your hair and your face. There is a little dye on your hairline and he licks a thumb to rub at it.

"Ugh- ew... don't spit on me..."

His eyes squint in annoyance. Dropping you just a hair's breadth from the floor. Just as he is turning to leave you see the tips of his ears burn under the lights in his lavatory.

"You are a ridiculous beast." He finally announces.

"You don't like it? We match now!" You smile, knowing that if he had any qualms he would have said so without restraint.

"You are a filthy beast too. And lucky, lucky a bath is being drawn for me now." He runs a hand through his pink locks, the very hair that you are now sporting.

"And why does your bath make this filthy beast lucky?" You grin, coming to wrap yourself around his forearm.

He lifts you from the ground with the strength of that one arm. Curling you nearer now to his face.

"Because I am eternally gracious and will allow you to cleanse yourself alongside me." He states. Sharp canines glimmer in your eyes and you smile.

"My, that is very generous." You attempt to swing yourself down but his arms wrap around you.

He truly has the perfect anatomy for snuggling, though he hates to hear it. Effortlessly, he sets you upon one shoulder and carried you both to the bathhouse.

"I am known to be." He grunts. "For you." His upper right hand comes to curl a lock of your newly colored hair around his finger, a hidden smile gracing his lips.

[luvindrr]

Sirius says house chores are a group activity

poly!marauders x fem!reader | fluff | 349 words c/w: allusion to sex

James watches in stupefied wonder as Sirius Black steps behind you with a squeeze to your waist. That’s not the wondrous part; Sirius is always grabbing your waist. The wondrous part is that he’s not camping out in the basement while the rest of you are cleaning, hoping James doesn’t drag him out by the feet to scrub the toilet.

“Can I help you with that, gorgeous?” He’s using his smooth voice- the silky, low one he deploys when he wants to get in your trousers. Thankfully, you don’t entertain him. “That’d be fantastic, Sirius. You can start with these.” You point to something in the sink- presumably a stack of dishes- and James watches, dumbfounded, as Sirius only rinses off the suds and places them on the rack dutifully.

And he’s not even wearing gloves.

“What’cha doin’ there, lovie?” It’s Remus that breaks him out of his trance, snaking an arm around his waist. “Look!” James whisper-shouts in your direction. “Pads is doing house chores!”

“And he’s not even wearing gloves!”

“I can hear you two!” Sirius throws his head with a huff, hair following with the same indignant attitude. “Honestly, you make it sound like I never do anything around here.”

“Because you don’t!”

He's offended at that one. Water sprays as he twirls to point an accusatory finger. “I absolutely do too, you lying twat.”

“Oh forgive my incompetence; how could I forget you’re the king of lifting your legs when I come by with the vacuum cleaner-”

“You never bother to wipe the bathroom mirror-”

“YOU LEAVE YOUR LONG CURLY SPIDERLINGS-” James mimics mingling legs with his fingers “-JUMPING AROUND ON THE SHOWER DOOR-”

“Y-”

He’s cut off by a mocking, high pitched screech. “HOUSE CHORES ARE FOR HOUSE ELVES; IT’S IN THE NAME-”

“Sirius, please; you’re dripping on the floor.”

“Oh, sorry dolly.” He turns back around, completely abandoning James’ yapping. A kiss to your temple before pulling another dish from your hands. “I’ll take that, thank you.”

James gapes, bewildered. “She’s completely bewitched him, that woman.”

Remus laughs. “She’s completely bewitched me too.”

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[melikedraw]

Inaba Ryo

Species: mermaid (based on Japanese freshwater eel)

- Omnivorous

- his hair mimics seaweed which leads aquatic creatures to dwell in it (has a symbiotic relationship with cleaner shrimp)

- hunts by staying still and waiting for bigger fish to swim near, doesn't like having to chase down his food

- is considered an omen of misfortune due to unsavory encounters with humans (has been mistaken for large river snake one too many times)

- has no nipples despite being partially human and is cold blooded

- has both lungs and gills, can breathe on land and in water

- cannot stay out of water for too long as his skin needs to be constantly hydrated

- remember to wash your hands before touching him (or don't touch him at all!) because he could absorb harmful stuff through his skin

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[soilology]

the first of my hazbin and helluva redesigns starting with my favorite character, NIFFTY!!!

pre-death story and inspirations below the cut!

before she died, niffty was a housewife, residing in the fukuoka prefecture in japan. she was married to a man for a little over 4 years. their lives were quiet, yet happy. almost. niffty had her fair share of misfortunes; she was diagnosed with OCD and had constant instrusive thoughts of aggression/violence, either towards herself or others. though her and her husband had a stable enough income, she refused treatment, afraid of the cost and it interfering with her fixed schedule. on top of her diagnosis, she also was infertile and could not have children. this saddened her, though she convinced herself it was for the best due to the fact she thought her condition would be detrimental to any kid she might have. her husband didn't like this however. he desired kids, and niffty's infertility became a source of growing resentment. her husband started to cheat on her with another woman. what began as a secret affair eventually turned into a second life- one niffty was never meant to discover. but she did. and when she did, her intrusive thoughts became far more than fleeting visions. they became consuming, vivid fantasies she could no longer suppress. the images of inflicting pain- the ones she had spent YEARS trying to silence- now felt like a promise of justice. one evening, she made their usual tea, just like she had countless times before. but this time, she stirred drain cleaner into both cups. the stench was foul. she sat across from him at the table, her hands trembling slightly as she lifted the cup to her lips. he drank without suspicion, despite the disgusting, rotten odor coming from his cup. for a brief moment, they sat in silence, just like they always did. then, the coughing started. the retching. his throat burned, his voice strained with confusion and pain. niffty watched him struggle, her eyes dull and distant. she didn’t move to help. she only stared, feeling the same searing pain clawing at her own throat. by the time anyone found them, they were lying cold on the kitchen floor. their tea cups were shattered nearby, the sharp scent of chemicals still lingering in the air. to everyone else, it seemed like a tragic accident or a suicide pact. but only niffty, now down in hell's depths, knew the truth. she made sure they left this world together, bound by the same pain that had quietly torn them apart.

niffty's design has bothered me for many reasons, the main being that: 1. she looks like a child 2. she barely looks like a bug, what her motifs are supposed to be. 3. her hair is not 50's at ALL, which is when she supposedly died (which seems to be a major problem with vivzie's designs, the sinners do not match the era they died in.)

to combat these problems, i have her a more mature and period accurate hairstyle, as well as some lipstick! her pilot design had colored lips so i always thought of it as red lips. her original hairstyle looked more like some sort of shaggy bob, while female style's in the 50's were much more curly/wavy and well-kempt. i'm going with a 7 deadly sins motif for each of the main characters. of the sins, niffty represents ENVY.

she is now based off an asian lady beetle, which are commonly mistaken for ladybugs. lady beetles have a foul smelling odor, which i'm giving niffty as a nod/punishment to the smell of the drain cleaner that killed her and her husband. they're also known to bite as a defense mechanism. along with her buglike limbs and her spotted dress, her headband is supposed to mimic bug antenna.

as nods to her heritage, her teeth are similar to an oni (a japanese demon), and the top of her dress is crossed over like a kimono. instead of the normal correct way to wear a kimono where it is folded left over right, it is right over left, which is for dressing the dead.

if you came down this far, thanks for reading !! i really hope you like her, i think even after i re-do all of the other characters she'll be my favorite design. reblogs and constructive criticism is appreciated! <3

[jealousmartini]

STUFF I CANT WAIT FOR IN MY MHA DR .𖥔˚🎀

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⤷ a bit of FYI

Because I am shifting to my dr during the end of the 2nd school year, I will have already found vigilante Deku with the rest of class 1A, won the war arc against my own personal nemesis, and had my awesome quirk awakening. It's also 5 days before Bakugo's birthday in my dr AND it's the weekend (Friday) so I dont have to worry about patrolling or homework when i literally just got there! So it's free time!

«───────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ────────»

... Super stoked for!

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Seeing my entire appearance!

Not even gonna lie to yall.. I am SO stupidly fine in all of my mha drs actually. But specifically talking about my main mha dr, I literally am so gorgeous. My body is so undoubtedly bomb, my face card is fire, my hair so tea.. no wonder so many people are down bad for me. I know for sure the first thing I'll do when I shift is stare at my reflection, tracing my curves and all.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Wearing my hero costume, using my quirks and my gadgets

My hero costume is so iconic. It's like a mecha space suit centered around a cunty corset with big ass chunky boots like uraraka, a pair of bug eye looking goggles and a mecha headset with antenna. The space theme is fitting for my for my quirk, and my Twilight sparkle ahh hair.

My magnetism quirk is so much fun dude. I can make anything attract, retract or rotate to or from me, and manipulate it to mimic telekinesis. Uraraka wannabe yeah yeah I know but it's unique enough for it to be it's own thing. Using it creatively is gonna be a blast too!

In my dr, I am a pro at creating gadgets, weapons, and upgrading preexisting gear. I work in both the hero and the support course so my class mates get the best of both worlds cus they've got a mini Tony stark in their class. I even got the spare keys to the utility support room.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Hanging out in my dorm room, the dormitory and my best friends rooms

I made slight tweaks to the design of the dormitory, the rooms are a bit bigger and it isn't just green and yellow ew. Also the class rooms in the UA building have big ass windows to the left, the tables can fit 2-3 students and the rooms aren't a cold blue hue anymore.

My room is perfectly customised to my personality, my likes, my needs and all that stuff. I've got my entire pinterest closet in my wardrobe, my makeup, my trinkets and my gadgets on my tables and shelves. The walls are decorated in anime, game and movie posters, drawings and sketches of my gadget plans and polaroid pictures of my family, friends and classmates. My room has a colour pallet of pinks, burgundys and cream with dimly lit off white and orange accent lights. It's very homly, very comforting.

I also have a mini fridge, a ceiling fan and a two screen computer in my room. Each floor has bathrooms and shower rooms of their own. I'm on the same level as Momo, Ochaco, Kirishima and Katsuki. My most visited rooms are Uraraka's, Mina's Katsuki's, Deku's and Kirishima's. I like to welcome myself and relax on their beds. Sometimes I bicker, most times I gossip with them and actually more than most times, they visit me more than I do them. I can't wait to casually hang out with them, go out to eat, go on trips with them, especially since I'm part of "Baku squad"

And btw he dormitory has robot maids and floor cleaners that do most of the cleaning around the building, including the washing in the kitchen.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| The FOOOOOOD

See we've got some bomb ass cooks in our class already, me being one of them ironically enough. But we are actually allowed to order takeaway to the dorms. The house rules are that you shouldn't order food past curfew but most of the time, Aizawa doesn't notice so I do it anyway.

There is also a shopping center close to campus and some convenience stores with my fave foods and stuff I've always wanted to try like tteokbokki, pho, seafood boil, ramen stew all that good stuff🫠🫠

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Seeing my crushes: Katsuki, Uraraka, Sero and Kirishima

Lord. I can't even say too much because I love these idiots so much UGHHHHH. I've got casual crushes of Uraraka, Sero and Kirishima but good GOD I am down bad for Katsuki.

I've scripted that me and Spikes end up together in the middle of the 3rd year but it's initiated by... ME. Yeah that's right bitch I scripted I grew a pair of balls and asked him out😝. I know it's pretty basic for an mha shifter to have cactsuki as their s/o but yall don't get him the way I do and I seriously don't care. I stood on business and pulled that bitch like my quirk was on. Period

I will admit tho Katsuki intimidates so bad but like in a good way. I love an intimidating, scary but funny, brash, stern babe. Like come here and kiss me but also don't cus ill run away.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| THE FAN EDITS, FICTION, GIFTS AND ART

Yall already know as shifters how exciting fan stuff are. Not a day goes by when Im not daydraming about the edits especially. I can't wait to see what my fans are up to, react to their edits, fanfiction, gifts and art on live stream. I scripted my fans are super creative and most of them ship me with people I actually like🤭🤭

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Going patrolling with my bbygirls

I'm so excited to use my quirk in action especially when I've already had my quirk awakening. I scripted I can formulate and act out plans perfectly and quickly. I also scripted most patrols are fun, relaxing, exciting or interesting. I'm always learning something new, meeting new people, going new places and growing bonds with my team mates.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Streaming and being featured on popular streams

One of my hobbies is streaming/vlogging/blogging. I have been recording my experiences as a student in UA and a hero since the beginning and I've got a big following that catch up with me every now and then. I use two different cameras; a high quality one and an early 2000s digital hand cam to make it look like I'm in 2006. I do a lot of eat with mes, I gossip, I do study with mes I draw and anime a lot and I also do gaming as well because I am the biggest game geek.

I'm also pretty siked to appear on popular Streamer lives like kai cenat and Speed. The interviewers are going to be so entertaining since I'm just a British girl talking about my experiences as a British student in Japan and the amount of culture shocks ive gotten.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Seeing me in Horikoshi's art

Fun thing I scripted. Horikoshi made a manga of class 1A which is literally MHA but I'm in it this time. Idk how this is going to work but I thought this would be sick.

Speaking of art I am an artist in my dr too. I've got stacks apon stacks of notebooks filled with me and my friends, even my hw has little doodles in the corner. I'm very excited to draw my friends, myself, my favourite medias in my many art styles onto tiktok and tumblr and they actually get views😩.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Exploring Japan

And lastly exploring Japan has been one of my biggest dreams since forever. To explore the country with my favourite friends or just by myself in the day or night is a dream come true. The peaceful nature of it all motivates me to go walking every now and then. It is such a beautiful place.

[catcake24]

Oh god, I just had a brilliant TFOne KO/BD fic idea.

So you know how G1 Knockout is a construction worker and G1 Breakdown is a racer?? Well, in TFOne we see Breakdown is one of the racers in the Iacon 5000 (I don’t have the screenshot, but I do remember seeing his name along with the other Stunticons).

So… what if Knockout in TFOne is one of the many cogless miners???

So, here’s my idea (spoilers below):

Knockout is one of the few on-site medics for the miners, there for work related injuries (like Jazz’s leg in the movie). He’s not a worker because he has a processor bug, where he faints whenever he gets overwhelmed or too excited - which wouldn’t be a good trait for working in the dangerous mines.

Because of this relatively safer position, he tends to be cleaner and shinier than his fellow workers - cleaning and buffing his plating during work hours. He’s not the most well liked, but he’s good enough at his job that people just deal with it.

Knockout is a racer fan, and wishes he could compete in them very badly. Like many miners (at least in my fanfic), he feels like a piece of him is missing and would love to race if he could transform. He’s much like his TFP version in personality, sassy mean girl personality, maybe a bit nicer since he’s younger and already treated like shit.

Breakdown meanwhile, he’s a somewhat cocky racer who’s been apart of the Stunticons (who are basically just brothers who are all racers) since he was born. Due to being a transforming mech though, he hasn’t had much contact with cogless bots.

This changes when the Stunticons decide to go drag racing in a cogless residential area, a somewhat common thing since the roads are clear of other cars and the locals can see some drag racing without needing to get time off work. Knockout is one of these spectators, though only because he had a rough shift and needed something to blow off steam.

During the race though, there’s a crash and Breakdown needs medical attention - and the closest medic is Knockout.

Knockout ends up repairing Breakdown, who was curious about meeting a cogless bot, and from there it’s pretty typical KOBD I imagine. Breakdown might be more cocky here, but Knockout can match it easily and sass him for overworking his engine during the race Breakdown likes a mech who can talk down to him, and ends up flirting with KO… who faints from surprise and excitement.

Idk where to go from here, but I really like the idea of this being a bit of a roleswap au for the typical TFP KOBD and to mimic the “lower and higher class romance” stuff we see in tfp megop. I feel like these two would totally carry on a star crossed romance, meeting in semi-secret and Breakdown learning about KO’s life as a cogless bot and taking him on dates to places he could never access before.

BUT!!! After the events of the movie, Breakdown sees it all go down from the broadcast and rushes to see if KO is okay. He hasn’t seen him in awhile since all the miners were suddenly pulling mandatory extra shifts and injuries had increased exponentially. He bumps into a red racer on the way, trying to squeeze past, but then realized it’s Knockout who now has a t-cog. He came looking for Breakdown to show him.

Breakdown happily lifts up KO, who narrowly avoids fainting this time, and they go on their first racing date - and Breakdown is only more smitten when Knockout narrowly beats him.

(Please feel free to use or expand on this, i haven’t written knockout before so I would love some input on how he would act lol)

[traumawhomst]

Solaris and Songbird

A snippet of a full version of this earlier post I made

(450 words)

Fae King and (GN) Child Reader

The Summer King was not always the most kind Fae, he could scarcely afford it. In his world kindness was weakness waiting to be paid back in kind. So when he heard a young voice pierce his quiet peace, he decided to use the as a lesson about his forest. It would an easy task, appear and play with them a bit, maybe turn them to a songbird since they seemed to love their voice. A punishment to neglectful parents about teaching your child to walk around the forest alone as if they owned it.

He had admit that the child did have a rather sweet voice for a human, and he thought of doing something more than just a simple songbird, maybe one that could also speak and mimic sounds. It would be amusing if nothing else.

The child was bent over in the dirt, singing some old folk song, hair loosely pulled back dirty and sweaty. Who knows when they last had a bath, the King scoffed internally. It only strengthened his resolve to turn them to a songbird. At least he knew how to care for his things.

He stepped into the forest clearing, the air around them both growing thick and wild, a smell of hot summer grass hung like a cloud. The King watched with a smile as the figure froze in place, smart child, to know when they were outmatched, no grand heroics or disrespect would save them now. The child lifted their face, and the King was oddly pleased, it was cleaner than their hair and he could that the child had spent most of their life facing towards the sun. Their eyes looked the same as a fawn caught in the sight line of a wolf, but their mouth was turned into a hesitant smile.

The smile caught him off guard, and before he could think too much on it, the child open their mouth and spoke

“Hello,” they said, their voice soft with a slight tremor but a distinct note of hope, “what’s your name?”

With those simple four words, the King knew that this was to be his third child. A neglected songbird, but with a quick wit and curiosity that spoke of greater things than their tiny village. He wanted to scoop them up, and tell of all the great things they would see and do. But this was not his first time bringing a child of his own. So he smiled as he knelt to be closer to the eye level with the child.

“You, songbird, may call me, Solaris, may I know what you to call you songbird?”

When the child’s face brightened, any hesitation or second doubts were gone, this child was his and he couldn’t wait to bring them home.

[materialsscienceandengineering]

Laser-textured metal surfaces mimic shark skin to combat bacterial biofilms

Keeping work surfaces clean during meat processing is a challenge. Bacteria from meat can attach, grow, and build up to create a biofilm that is difficult to remove, even on stainless steel surfaces used in industrial facilities. It can also aggregate, clumping together into an invisible mass that is stronger than individual cells, making it harder to kill using food-grade antibacterial surface cleaners. In a paper published in the Journal of Laser Applications, researchers from the Hopkirk Research Institute, New Zealand Food Safety Science and Research Center, and Applied Technologies Group in New Zealand deliver key insights into a solution that could replace the current practice altogether: instead of constantly battling to prevent bacteria buildup, they created surfaces that stop bacteria from attaching in the first place. "Antimicrobial interventions currently approved and used commercially have a limited capacity to reduce well-established bacterial biofilms and spores, and complete decontamination is rarely achieved," author Sebastiampillai Raymond said.

Read more.

[blumoontf2]

Absolute Territory (TF2 x Reader)

Cross-posted on AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63777574

You are the Programmer and you work as a member for GRN - Global Radio Network. With trouble arising in your previous job, you had been reassigned and given a nine month deadline to reestablish yourself as someone worthy of working under GRN, by improving and helping the communications and publicity of Team RED. But RED is different and a far cry from what you know, and the people seem to distrust anyone who works under GRN.

You’ve been tasked to help them but really it feels like you’ve been tasked to survive.

Content Warnings - n/a for this part! It’s just an introduction :)

Hot, humid and dry. You’ve been idly leant against one of the cleaner strips of wall in the waiting room you’d been settled in several minutes prior. Duffle bag hung around your shoulder for your refusal to set it on the filthy ground, you’re stood nearest a window blown wide open, feeling the breeze as it coughs onto your neck; your fingers, slightly shaking with nerves, play with the undersides of your nails, focusing your thoughts on anything but the unsettling dread that had been weighing down your chest.

With a huff you push off the wall, arms crossing as you check your shoes: the clock hung beside one of the doors was cracked and unticking, refusing the truth of time spent waiting. You were patient for the most part, but it had felt like half an hour had passed since you were last instructed to wait.

Looking around, you entertain yourself with idle observation.

The waiting room - viewed more as a dumping ground from the shoes sprawled about and lack of organisation - was quaint and rather tight. From the centre, you could tilt your body such that you could touch one wall then the other with your arms spread: length wise, it was four large steps for you to make it from one door to the next. The miscellaneous items spread about meant you had to be meticulous where you stepped (unless you WANTED to trip) and you had to balance yourself as you crossed the room.

The walls are lined with coats of various sizes and styles, hung ornamentally like a cluttered meat hanger - caked in substance you can only hope is just mud. The shoes, in similar states, are mix-matched across the room, kicked off in a hurry with no care to where they land. You idly kick pairs of shoes closer together, hands forced under your arms so as to not touch anything unnecessarily.

“Programmer?” a feminine voice finally calls, door opening with a slight creak in its hinges.

“That’s me…!” you cheer, pretending not to have been judging the room prior to her entrance.

You straighten up as much as your weighted bag allows, hoping your coat is as presentable as you think it is. Stepping around a particularly muddy pair of combat boots, you hold a hand out for the lady to shake.

“Miss Pauling,” she introduces, grip firm and quick as she pulls her hand away, “I was the one who agreed to the contract terms on the Administrator’s behalf. It is wonderful to have finally recruited GRN under the Administrator!”

Her voice - though fluid and concise - carries a certain tone of borderline mania, actions strict yet lively. She doesn’t move erratically but with a casual precision you believe is accessory to her punctuality. Low bun and button up, she’s styled like stress is in fashion, bruised under-eyes working to compliment her purple attire. Slim yet fleshy fingers push square glasses up the bridge of her nose, eyes focused on the clipboard and folder she has gripped in her other hand.

The folder - which she juts towards you - is fairly heavy with the amount of paper contained within it: you take it from her in a hurry, a small mimic of her behaviour, and feel its weight in your hand.

“Okay, so, contained is all the information you’ll need for the job and your job description. I’ll be leading you to the meeting room where you’ll meet Team RED but I’m in a bit of a hurry so I’ll trust one of the mercs to tour you around base…”

Her speech is practiced, snappy, yet she still comes off as friendly as she addresses you, turning back to the door she’d entered from and opening it wide enough for you to step through yourself.

Entering the halls, you find the space just as welcoming as the waiting room.

The walls are tea-stained, so far used to boyish rough-housing and daily abuses. You can see where it’s been marked by curious licks of flame, or by muddied shoes - how repair had been neglected or conveniently forgotten about. A fluorescent light flickers near the end of the hallway to the right, three doors crowded around it like a strange congregation; to your left, you hear Pauling tsk as she nearly steps into a pool of water.

“Since the meeting room is at the end of the corridor, I’ll point out-” Miss Pauling had started leading you down the left, “the radio room is here to the left - this will be your office - and on the opposing side is the archives.”

You pass two more doors, ‘the library’ and, apparently, ‘the living room’ before reaching the end of the corridor. A large faux-oak door imposes on you, muffled shouting from behind causing the chipped ‘meeting room’ sign to shudder every so often, a threat to fall off its perch.

Miss Pauling looks preemptively annoyed, passing you a look that says ‘get ready’ as her hand reaches for the handle. She opens it to loud, boisterous cheering.

The hallway light spills into the room, Pauling’s shadow elongating against the ground. Peering over her shoulder, you see an arm wrestle happening at the table in the centre of the room, two blokes of similar build competing against each other. A slim figure and gas mask cheer to the right of a hard-hat, whereas an eye-patched man taunts the combat helmet to the left, with hard knocks of a glass bottle against the table you presume to be from threatening encouragement.

The slim guy - haven noticed the light from the hallway - perks his head towards the door, face brightening before he seemingly disappears, spontaneously appearing again in front of Miss Pauling with a cheer of her name. As he speaks, you pick out the important phrases he says - ‘Miss Pauling,’ ‘date’ - at some point he tries to casually lean against the meeting table, forgetting that it’s miles away from where they’re standing, and almost stumbles to the ground like he’s drunk.

It takes him several moments to spot you behind her, hand gripped onto your duffle bag and folder for moral support, and feeling awkward to his attempts to flirt with the woman in front of you.

“Yeah- w-wait, who the freak is that?!”

He points at you accusingly, cautious tilt in his eyebrows with a pout that almost makes him look like an angry, bent outta shape puppy. Miss Pauling just shakes her head.

“Gentlemen-” she starts, ignored, “Red Team!” voice a little louder, “BOYS!”

They jump almost comically, heads snapping towards her in a way that would be scary if it weren’t unprompted. The one to break that tension is the gas-mask person who gives a cheery wave to Miss Pauling, who gives a half formed smile in return before dropping it into an unimpressed frown. The men disperse to sit down properly.

You’re partially in awe of her ability to command attention in a room full of men. There’s something to fear of this woman, though you know this from working under GRN to begin with.

“Great. Now that I have your attention…”

She steps further into the room which you’re hesitant to follow. Slim-boy (or, Slim Shady if you’d like to be funny) is hovering by you at the door, eyeing you with suspicion, and that’s enough to prompt you to move again.

“As you guys HAVE been warned, the Administrator has hired a worker from team GRN to work in collaboration with RED in regards to communication services and status reports.”

With nine (eight and a half?) pairs of eyes on you, you’re suddenly a lot more self-conscious of the space you occupy, of the feel of your clothes as they rest on your person, and the weight of your bag as it hangs from your shoulder. You fingers trace the folders edges for distraction, though the reminder of its contents only serves to unnerve you more.

“Everybody, I’d like you to meet the Programmer.”

She gestures towards you as you meet her side and you let go of the bag strap to give a lukewarm, yet polite wave to the men. In your sudden shyness, you’d forgotten to recite your speech in your head, mind rebooting for an introduction you stumble to make.

“…As Miss Pauling said, I’m the Programmer… I’ll be helping with communications, reports, publicity - that is to say, I won’t be working on the field. I’ll… be in your care?”

For all your feigned confidence, radio is based on audio - not appearance - and you mentally kick yourself for the higher pitch that betrays your uncertainty in a place unfamiliar to you. They stare at you, like hawks to prey, judging the slightest movements you fear to actually make.

“Going around with quick introduction then,” Pauling starts, pointing towards each man as she speaks, “that was Scout, Heavy Weapons guy over there, Sniper’s next to him…”

When their name is called, most of them offer a wave to you with varying levels of enthusiasm. Scout - the boy harassing Pauling at the door earlier - gives you a mocking, egotistical smirk. The Heavy Weapons guy lifts a hand that thuds against his thigh when he drops it again, eyebrows weighed into this permanent scowl he uses to criticise you with. Sniper just tilts his hat towards you with a frown you hope is from sympathy and not pity, orange aviators disguising his true intention as he crosses his arms against his chest.

“Soldier and the Demoman,” a salute and tilt of a bottle, “Engineer and Medic - you two need to register them into the system, don’t forget - and that there is Pyro and-”

“I can acquaint myself,” a man appears before - one you hadn’t really seen before - and you almost jump back in surprise, “Spy.”

He holds a hand to his chest and gives you a modest bow, his other arm hooked behind his back. You can’t see much past what’s revealed by his balaclava and - although he disguises himself with civility - you can see the suspicious glint in his eyes, a clear distaste for your presence.

In noticing such, a quick observation around the room and you find all the men look at you in a similar manner. From the hollow round bulbs of the gas-mask, staring so soullessly at you, to the disinterested side glances you receive from the glaring eye of the drinking man, they make your place at the bottom of the food chain evidently clear.

Perhaps it’s because green is a product of blue - not RED - that they stare at you with the intent to kill: to stain the green garments of yours crimson. And as your earlier dread bubbles back to the surface, you regain the overwhelming sense to run once more.

“Right… with that done, I expect everyone not to kill the new hire…” Pauling says, which you would wistfully love to believe was a joke, “oh, um, Engie-” to which the man perks to the name, “could you give them a tour?”

He looks mortally offended by the request, immediately and effectively rejecting her out right.

“Hell no! The Administrator wants those teleporters shipped out by the evening - this meeting already cut into my working time-” then his goggles tilt to you, a sudden, guilty frown to his face, “ach, no offense to you Programmer, I’d’ve done so any other day o’ the week.”

He’s got that southern lilt that makes everything he says that tidbit sweeter, voice soft and sincere enough that you almost believe he cares for your feelings in this. Your hammering heart disagrees, and you manage to wave him off with a shaky smile, your presence already encroaching in the peace they’ve made here.

“It’s alright, Pauling, I’ll just-” you’re interrupted almost as soon as you open your mouth.

“MISS PAULING!” the Soldier interjects, “IF I MAY!”

Miss Pauling, seemingly well-met with this groups antics, pinches the bridge of her nose before turning to Soldier, beginning to answer him before she too is cut off, “yes, Soldier, what-”

“AFFIRMATIVE! I WILL TOUR THE NEW MAGGOT AROUND!”

You both stare dumbfounded by the factual way he says this, and for a moment, you briefly believe he was actually asking permission. But the sudden and violent grip at the scruff of your neck strikes a fearful frown to your face, body being yanked backwards and through the swinging meeting room door like you were about to be taken out back for a beating.

“Well, that makes my job easier…” Pauling mumbles as you’re whisked away, and even though you yelp, no one comes to your rescue.

[supercap2319]

Can you make a fic about Harlan × Cody. I keep rewatch Wolf pack cuz damn their scene at the parking car at gym (I think?)

Noble walked out of the gym for a little bit of fresh air. The air was cleaner, and less smellier than inside. He heard the sound of quiet moans. He looks around the parking lot and sees Cody and Harlan kissing against someone's car. Noble's car. He walked towards them. "Hey! if you guys are gonna do it, please don't do it on my car."

Harlan and Cody pull apart, turning to face Noble with mischievous grins. Harlan leans against the car, his hand possessively caressing the roof. "Aw, come on, man. Your car's just as good as any other."

"Yeah, but I don't want anything on it." Noble said, taking in their appearance. Cody and Harlan were both panting. Harlan was shirtless, a silver chain around his neck, but Cody still wore his yellow muscle shirt. "Having fun?"

Harlan smirks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Just a little... foreplay. You know how it is, right?" Cody grins wolfishly, stepping closer to Noble. "Want to join us?"

"You want me to hook up in a parking lot?" Noble asked.

The young werewolf chuckles, pushing off the car and moving towards Noble. "What, you've never been adventurous?" Cody's eyes rake over Noble's body appreciatively. "Live a little. No one's watching..."

"Nice try, Harlan. Those tricks don't work." Noble smiled. Harlan laughs, a rich, deep sound. "Alright, alright. Fair enough. But... how about this? We'll make it worth your while. You join us, and we'll... clean your car. Top to bottom. Inside and out."

"You will?"

Cody nods eagerly. "Scout's honor." Harlan mimics the scout sign with his fingers, a mockery of the gesture. "So, what do you say? A little fun, a clean car?"

"Sounds great." Noble smiled.

Harlan's face lights up with a victorious grin. "Excellent!" Cody pounces, pressing Noble against the car and kissing him fiercely. Noble gasped as Cody's lips were on his own, feeling the side of his car against his back. Harlan takes advantage of the moment, his hands roaming over Noble's body as Cody kisses him. "Mmm, I've wanted this for so long," Harlan murmurs against Noble's neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. "Cody, help me get him out of these clothes..."

Noble groans and grinds as Harlan and Cody strip him bare in the gym parking lot. With a final tug, Noble stands naked before them, the cool night air caressing his skin. Harlan drops to his knees, taking Noble in his mouth hungrily. Cody watches for a moment, biting his lip before joining Harlan. Together, they worship Noble, their mouths and hands working in harmony. Noble gasped and moaned as Harlan and Cody service his cock. Licking and laping at his cock and balls. He threads his fingers through their hair, watching with hooded eyes as they make out on his cock. "So hot..."

Harlan and Cody look up at Noble, their faces covered in saliva and their hair mussed. Harlan gazes up at him adoringly, while Cody's eyes burn with desire. They continue their dual oral assault, their movements becoming more frantic as they fight for Noble's attention. He knew that Harlan was a slut, but he never expected it from Cody as well. Now, he had both studs on their knees sucking him off. It was so hot.

Noble's breathing hitches as they intensify their efforts, Harlan swallowing him whole while Cody focuses on the sensitive underside. The dual sensation is overwhelming, and Noble can't help but buck his hips, the cold metal of the car door pressing against his back. "I'm... gonna...gonna...shit!"

Both guys redouble their efforts, their hands gripping Noble's thighs as they eagerly await his release. Harlan's fingers dig into the flesh, encouraging him to let go. Cody's eyes flutter closed, his own desire evident through his pants. "Come for us, Noble. Please..." Noble groans and moans loudly as he spills his load into the eager mouths of both guys.

Harlan and Cody swallow every last drop, cleaning Noble up with gentle laps before they rise, their chins glistening. Cody leans in to kiss Harlan, sharing Noble's taste between them. "He tastes so good," Harlan murmurs against Cody's mouth. "Noble deserves a turn now."

[yuri-is-online]

Sorry for making you explain all the yutus but can you do Jades? Bros gotta be so overprotective 😬

Jokes on you I am always down to talk about Jade Leech (my beloved)

notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here. I think I typed up way more for this than anyone else up to this point, I'd apologize but it has been a second since I brain rotted about Jade, so excuse me for feeding myself (づ_ど)

Put yourself in Jade's shoes for a second.  He is a merfolk from the coral sea, only able to appear human through the use of a potion but still retaining his inhuman features.  He tries hard to appear human, he goes to a boot camp where so many things have to be explained that he is able to mimic but doesn't fully understand.  There's no reason for you to like him, he knows that better than anyone; he doesn't fully understand why he's attracted to you himself but he is.  And he longed after you for so long, he was drowning in his desire that had such a little chance of being reciprocated but by some miracle it was.  You stay in Twisted Wonderland, you let him take you under the sea and agree to be kept there.  You're going to give him a family, he's beyond excited and filled with feelings of love he didn't think he'd ever get to have.

And then it's gone.  There's no evidence as to why, no one to tell him where you went.  Azul starts off confident, excited at the prospect of revenge and encouraging Jade.  They'll find them, between him, Jade, and Floyd they'll find Yuu and someone will have a very bad day.  But there's nothing, they're being lied to and stonewalled at every turn and when finally (it's been 10 months 3 weeks and two days, he could count down to the hours and seconds but who would listen?) Riddle of all people contacts them with a lead, he's dead almost immediately.  Turned into a phantom, all of those friends of yours he was so jealous of too… no one is telling him but he knows.  You're not coming back, he's never going to meet your child, he failed at a moray's one job of protecting his cleaner shrimp.  When he's alone he talks to you both sometimes, nights when you can see the stars are becoming increasingly rare as the sky flares up with ink but he likes to think you found your way up to the sky.  

When he loses Floyd and Azul he sort of loses his will to live.  The only thing that keeps him going is the promise of one day being able to lay them both to rest eventually, but until then he bar tends at NRC and listens to all the little things people talk about when the world is ending. If he was in a better place he'd probably find it funny how lose people's lips are getting, Azul’s business would be doing so well if he were here now…

That's what he's doing one day in September when one of the mage students runs up to him out of breath, Sehrish he thinks her name is?  

“The headmage needs you in the hospital wing!”  She sounds scared, out of breath like she's run the whole way and Jade is just curious enough to go.  Something spurs him on to run himself, through the mirror and into the wing and-  

He doesn't even hesitate, his body acts before his brain does launching him towards you and grasping desperately at your hands.  They're cold, you're going cold and he doesn't have the warmth in his body to give you.  Something has mercy on him and let's your eyes open just the bit as you reach just as desperate to be close to him as he is to you and he feels your strength pass into him.  

“Don't apologize.”  He manages to whisper.  

“But I'm sorry.”  You cry.  “I love you so much and I couldn't forget even though they wanted me to.”  

“Who did this.  Who took you just name them and I promise you my pearl-”  he gets to kiss you one more time before your gone.  Jade doesn't move, he thinks Crewel is yelling for his attention but he can't move, he wants to stay here forever he has to protect you, why wasn't he able to protect you?!

“Oh holy fuck that tastes bad.”  There's a dazed voice Jade has never heard before, heavy with sorrow, and though he doesn't quite have it yet, Jade feels purpose begin to return to his heart.

Jade! Yutu is a menace.  I like the idea of him being some form of punk or goth, with piercings and a few tattoos that Yuu doesn't know anything about.  He grew up with a small group of close knit alt friends who would come over to Yuu's house and shoot the shit.  Yuu was really popular with Yutu's friends actually, he had mixed feelings about that. (No, his parent isn't accepting step-father applications, Joshua, keep running your mouth and see what happens)

Has a mixed ranged of emotions about his parent's amnesia. When he was younger not knowing who his dad was made him really sad, he'd listen to other kids talk about doing things with their fathers and he'd dream about doing them with his dad, but the picture was always blurry and felt just... wrong somehow. As he gets older and starts forming his world view he starts to think his dad might have left Yuu for any number of reasons. Did it happen before or after their amnesia, that's what he wants to know.

He has a pretty big problem with authority, residual trauma from the trip across worlds he thinks now… but back in your world he just didn't see the point of respecting someone just because they have more money and power than him.  Almost everyone does, that doesn't make them special!  But he's so sneaky about it, if it weren't for his clothes or his friends Yuu would hardly know what he gets up to in his spare time. It put a bit of strain on their relationship, Yutu sees his lies as something he does to protect his parent, while Yuu sees themselves as well.  A parent.  Who is the one who should be protecting their child not the other way around.  

When he tries to pull similar stunts with Original Timeline! Jade he gets a rude awakening. He tries sneaking out to meet up with some friends only to find his dad sitting with them, polite smile on his face clearly reveling in how awkward he is making this.  Oya, did Yutu think he was being slick?  He's hurt, no really this is the first time Jade has had to fake cry in years, he'd almost forgot how.  Didn't Yutu ever wonder where he got this from?  Because he had to know it wasn't Yuu.

Jade! Yutu also played in a band in middle school and also played bass, it just wasn't a jazz trio or an upright bass.  He would have liked continued to play in bands, but he shares his dad's issues with stage fright which makes it sort of difficult. He has tried his hand at writing his own music from time to time, but he's waaaaay too shy to ever play it for anyone other than the woods.

He really likes horror stories and cryptids, so he wasn't super afraid of the monsters when he first arrived in Twisted Wonderland.  One round with Phantom Riddle changed that nonchalant attitude quick, and while he still is very attached to the stuff he read about back in your world he hates blot monsters and Twisted Wonderland fiends in general.

Speaking of those monsters, Jade hates Yutu fighting them.  Father and son are an absolute nightmare for Crewel to deal with, one is threatening to drown him if Yutu is allowed to fight, the other is screaming curse words and saying it doesn't matter what Crewel does, he's going anyway.  He needs a drink (but not from Jade's bar he's going to get poisoned) 

I don't think Yutu actually told Jade he was planning on going back in time because he was angry and just assumed that he would try and stop him.  He's really proud of himself for the first few weeks he spends in the past thinking he got one over on his old man finally (he didn't, but he did hurt him quite a bit), but the more he interacts with the younger version of his parents the more he starts to regret that decision.

Past Jade is so… fun.  He thinks his dad is fun?!  His weird obsession with mushrooms was never something they talked about beyond a few compliments his dad gave to a mushroom patch he had on his jacket; watching his old man prattle on now he never would have guessed any of this.  Yutu never doubted that Jade loved you, but he didn't really think about what that looked like, or what you might have meant to Jade.  They just didn't talk about it, now that he's forced to think about it Jade was probably trying to focus on having him back and how lucky he was to even have that.  And instead of being honest about how angry he was to have lost you he lied and said he was fine.  With how good his dad was at knowing when he was lying Jade had to know that's how he felt, but respected his boundaries and didn't push. All those comments about being there when he's ready to talk, all the times Jade said he loved him, and those long nights he watched from afar as Jade sat with tea next to your grave, just talking to you as if you were still there are put into context. Yutu isn't able to sleep for a few nights after that.

Jade finds Yutu interesting.  He's a potential source of information about Yuu, a lot of his quirks remind him of himself and he finds the new kids blatant disrespect for authority to be hilarious! And hilariously good blackmail material, now now don't be afraid he really is just here to help...

"Nice try old man you won't pull shit out of me." Yutu sounds smug, but Jade knows when his spell has worked and when it hasn't; how delightful he doesn't seem to remember someone ever being so cocky about it before.

"That's a shame." He makes sure to make his face fall to keep the new kid off his guard as he continues his questioning. "It's just I am curious where did you come from? I thought Yuu's world doesn't have magic."

"I mean it doesn't, probably never would have been able to come back in time if I was still stuck there." Yutu blinks, clarity starting to come into view as Jade pushes through the surprise to ask a final question.

"Oya? And just why did you come back in time, were you worried about Yuu?"

"Of course I'm worried about my parent what sort of stupid question is-" Yutu returns to himself and treats Jade to a look of shock so rare and downright delightful he can't help but smile himself. "Hey just what did you do?"

Old man? What a disrespectful thing to call his father, no wonder his future self never told his son about his unique magic. Jade doesn't have time to doubt his affections for Yuu, once Yutu realizes he's fucked and can't get out of admitting that was the truth he tells Jade who he is and a bit about what the future is like. Jade can tell he's keeping a few details back, but he knows himself well enough to know that everything Yutu is describing would have changed him to a degree that he might not have been in the best mental space to help his son through the loss of Yuu.

Speaking of Yuu, Jade asks Yutu to keep his existence to himself for a bit. He wants to win over your affections without the help of the future looming in your thoughts, he only gets to have this part of his life with you once and he intends to savor it. But the confidence boost he gets from knowing you do end up as his mate does have him acting a bit goofy for a bit. Floyd and Azul are legitimately scared.

They are brought up to speed as Jade insists on introducing Yutu to them "properly" and he is every inch the proud father showing off their new baby to the relatives even though Yutu is practically his height and has a bunch of piercings. Floyd takes a liking to him immediately while Azul is a bit more awkward, not that he doesn't like Yutu he's just a lot different from anyone Azul has ever met before so he's unsure how to sell himself. Luckily he doesn't have to because Yutu appreciates his genuine self just like Floyd, Jade, and Yuu do.

Jade gladly invites Yutu to join the Mountain Lover's Club and is very excited when he says yes. Yutu finds a lot of enjoyment in helping his dad work mushrooms into Azul and Floyd's food by pretending to agree with their complaints. Floyd is so mad he calls Yuu and tells them to come get their kid.

The over protectiveness doesn't end exactly, but Yutu is more willing to understand and Jade is more able to explain himself. They're both extremely protective of Yuu and in sound agreement that nothing like Yutu's future can ever be allowed to come to pass. Jade wanted a family, so to learn that he got that and someone took it away from him? Future him was overwhelmed with grief but current him is overwhelmed with rage. Remember book four? He described what he would do to someone who betrayed him, and it wasn't pretty. His plans for whoever did this to his precious mate and child is going to get so much worse.

[thechekhov]

Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts

CH. 35 (Cleaners)

Every time Senshi takes his helmet off, I cheer.

Chillchuck, YOU were also running around looking for food! You were also very much involved in that!

I live for these moments when they just talk shit at each other just like a little found family ought to.

The dungeon, like a giant organism, heals itself............ hmmm.

That's his hole, Laios. Don't look at his hole.

Wait, hang on, Laios is the only one who can see them? That means it IS just like Falin's power! He's tapped into her ghost senses!

Marcille really took 'we're running, it's bad' and reversed it into 'it's bad, we're not running'.

I love that Marcille just keeps holding Chillchuck like a toddler.

LET THE SPECULATIVE ECOLOGY COMMENCE!

I feel like these Cleaners are kind of an offshoot of mimics? The fact that they're re-creating the dungeon makes it feel like they have at least some of the same abilities that mimics do. But I wonder what their life-cycle is? What's the point of re-creating a dungeon? What do they get out of it?

Oh, hmmm, so they feed on the damaged materials and then.... poop out the remains to restore the dungeon? But again, for what? Why specifically mimic the previous layout?

And is the changing dungeon somehow a part of that? How would cleaners deal with an ever-evolving landscape?

.......it really is just one big digestive tract, huh.

Welcome to the Mystery Fleshpit Dungeon.

Someone who's never read dungeon meshi, explain what's happening in these three panels.

It's like a bread bowl, but completely different.

...haven't you been eating magical creatures for the entire trip?

thanks, kui-san, for those thighs.

........if y'all really thought these were not humanoids, you need glasses. Does everyone have bad vision? They were literally sitting around a campfire chatting.

"well you don't know me... but I know you"

....the look of pain in his eyes almost makes me feel sorry for him.

oh, holy shit, they actually brought Shadow Laios along! What a horrible surprise.

[dungeon-meshi-tournament]

I'm doing a throwback to the start of this blog with the

Most Delicious Monster in the Dungeon Tournament 2024

This is the masterpost for the tournament. I'll pin it and update it with every new round, so you'll be able to find all polls easily.

The rules are very simple: You just vote for whichever monster you think tastes better, for whichever reason. The monster with the most votes advances to the next round.

Propaganda is encouraged! Please put it in the body of the post so I can reblog it. I don't reblog propaganda from tags or replies.

Spoiler warning: This tournament contains material up to the end of the manga. If you haven't caught up yet, you may be spoiled.

Finale:

Basilisk vs Chimera Falin (Chimera Falin won)

Battle for the bronze:

Treasure insects vs Red dragon (Red dragon won)

Previous rounds under the cut

Semi-finals:

Basilisk vs Treasure insects (Basilisk won)

Chimera Falin vs Red dragon (Chimera Falin won)

Quarter finals:

Basilisk vs Cockatrice (Basilisk won)

Treasure insects vs Walking mushroom (Treasure insects won)

Barometz vs Chimera Falin (Chimera Falin won)

Red dragon vs Minotaur (Red dragon won)

Round 3:

Demon vs Basilisk (Basilisk won, surprisingly)

Jackalope vs Cockatrice (Cockatrice won)

Dungeon rabbit vs Treasure insects (Treasure insects won)

Walking mushroom vs Phoenix (Walking mushroom won)

Barometz vs Nightmare (Barometz won)

Chimera Falin vs Familiar (Chimera Falin won)

Red dragon vs Sea serpent (Red dragon won)

Chimera Laios vs Minotaur (Minotaur won)

Round 2, part 2:

Barometz vs Kelpie (Barometz won)

Succubus vs Nightmare (Nightmare won)

Mimic vs Chimera Falin (Chimera Falin won)

Dire wolf vs Familiar (Familiar won)

Red dragon vs Flying pig (Red dragon won)

Sea serpent vs Leviathan (Sea serpent won)

Hippogriff vs Chimera Laios (Chimera Laios won)

Minotaur vs Doppelganger (Minotaur won)

Round 2, part 1:

Demon vs Man-eating plant (Demon won)

Basilisk vs Wyvern (Basilisk won)

Jackalope vs Tentacles (Jackalope won)

Mandrake vs Cockatrice (Cockatrice won)

Dungeon rabbit vs Shapeshifter (Dungeon rabbit won)

Green dragon vs Treasure insects (Treasure insects won)

Walking mushroom vs Living picture (Walking mushroom won)

Phoenix vs Undine (Phoenix won)

Round 1, part 4:

Red dragon vs Big walking mushroom (Red dragon won)

Flying pig vs Fish-man (Flying pig won)

Sea serpent vs Ghost vs Huge scorpion (Sea serpent won)

Leviathan vs Eastern dragon (Leviathan won)

Hippogriff vs Bicorn vs Magic mirror (Hippogriff won)

Chimera Laios vs Ice golem (Chimera Laios won)

Minotaur vs Warg (Minotaur won)

Hag vs Doppelganger (Doppelganger won)

Round 1, part 3:

Barometz vs Changeling vs Ivy tentacles (Barometz won)

Kelpie vs Fairy (Kelpie won)

Golem vs Succubus (Succubus won)

Nightmare vs Wurm (Nightmare won)

Mimic vs Unicorn (Mimic won)

Chimera Falin vs Gargoyle (Chimera Falin won)

Dullahan vs Dire wolf (Dire wolf won)

Familiar vs Giant parasite (Familiar won)

Round 1, part 2:

Dungeon rabbit vs Griffin vs Ghoul (Dungeon rabbit won)

Shapeshifter vs Green slime (Shapeshifter won)

Green dragon vs Huge spider (Green dragon won)

Treasure insects vs Skeleton vs White dragon (Treasure insects won)

Harpy vs Walking mushroom (Walking mushroom won)

Living picture vs Dungeon cleaners (Living picture won)

Phoenix vs Mermaid (Phoenix won)

Undine vs Eyes of the magician (Undine won)

Round 1, part 1:

Demon vs Bladefish vs Dryad (Demon won)

Werewolf vs Man-eating plant (Man-eating plant won)

Basilisk vs Coatl (Basilisk won)

Wyvern vs Giant frog (Wyvern won)

Living armour vs Jackalope (Jackalope won)

Tentacles vs Jack Frost (Tentacles won)

Mandrake vs Big bat (Mandrake won)

Kraken vs Cockatrice (Cockatrice won)

[evermarch]

Horrid prompt: Haymitch figures out the gum drops were poisoned when he feeds one to Lenora Doves geese, he now knows Snows after Lenora Dove, his life becomes a living hell as he tries to save her.

haymitch sees the gumdrops and decides they need to run. fast. they pack quick. he has nothing left for him in district 12 and tam amber and clerk carmine understand that lenore dove has to go just like lucy gray did, but at least she gets to say goodbye.

they’re into the woods and headed toward the lake. haymitch knows that snow has some covey knowledge. but why would he suspect that snow knows anything at all about the lake? the lake house is safety, and a good place to stop. he breathes a sigh of relief when he sees the concrete reflecting off the glistening water, appreciating the utter silence of the place. then lenore dove screams.

haymitch is immobilized by a taser. he can do nothing to stop lenore dove’s frozen body as it rises into the sky. the hovercraft was silent in waiting— he had no way of knowing. but he sees in her still expression that she did. and it takes until the hovercraft leaves and the mockingjays begin to mimic the sound of her scream for him to realize that that’s how she knew. he’s frozen, still, and injured. he can’t do anything but hear lenore dove over and over and over again. and when it stops, it’s not better. because that had been her last scream.

he returns to district 12, the only place where he can get any semblance of answers, of confirmation, of what he knows to be true. that his love is gone. he realizes quickly that he won’t learn anything until he goes to the capitol for his first games as a mentor. that’s how snow would ensure he’d get on that train rather than kill himself. so he goes with two of his neighbors fated to die.

he walks into the old apartment, the bottle of liquor which has not left his hand for a year dangling from his unsteady hand. it’s nicer this year, cleaner and more upscale. effie chatters on in his ear and oh, will she just shut up? ignoring the nuisance, he takes in the girl standing in the corner of the room. her eyes match the color in her name. her fate matches the girl from her ballad.

he closes his eyes and replays the moment he sees the girl again, over and over. worse than dead. but when he opens them he is not spared the image. because it repeats every year for the next 25 years.

he was right. it was her last scream. his dove would never sing again. she would be silent evermore.