#glad they're outta my life

[bugbxyjunk]

was anyone else's ex's friends weirdly obsessed with your sex life or did you have normal dating experiences

[ozlices]

i genuinely sincerely cant believe i was called a manipulative person with a victim complex by a person who acted like my savior for "rescuing" me from that house, only to have zero remorse abt kicking me back into it. esp throwing it on me a singular month after i endured even more trauma in that house. like. bruh i literally have zero idea how to even begin to process this.

[motherlvr]

hi:D can you do miles!42 with a reader who doesn't really like getting told "watch who ur talking to" or smth bc most fics abt miles!42 is like that and nooo i won't ever let a man say that to me😭 and they like, know how to defend themself so they're pretty independent if thats alr ofc!

ngl i loved writing this, tysm for the req!

wc: 2.1k

pairing: E-42 Miles Morales x Strong, Independent! f! reader

warnings: enemies to lovers, kind of rivalry tbh, cursing, Miles is mean in this one, but gets character development, reader knows how to fight, baddie ong, reader doesn't take miles' bs

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"You gotta be shitting me." Mumbling under your breath, your eye involuntarily twitched. You glared at Miles like it was his fault for putting you in this situation.

Your glare was reciprocated as he said, "I ain't happy about it either, princesa." You hated when he called you that. It rolled off his tongue with such distaste. "Yeah? Glad we got that in common then." You snipped, irritated.

Miles Gonzalo Morales was a dick. To put it kindly.

He was a stuck-up, close-minded dick. It's like his sole purpose in life was to irk you. The two of you have never been on good terms. He tested your patience every waking moment.

But unfortunately for both of you, your Spanish teacher paired you up as partners for a major project. It would count for a good portion of your grade, so not doing it wasn't an option for you. You had less than two weeks to finish the project, and you weren't going to waste it.

You'd much prefer to do the project alone. One thing you've learned is: if you want something done correctly, do it yourself. And to never put it solely in the hands of a man. But the project was a requirement for the class, so you had no place to argue about it.

Thankfully, today was just a planning day. So it wouldn't be as painful, you hoped.

You showed him a plan you had thought about within only a few minutes and asked, "Thoughts?" He took a short glance at it and told you, "That's trash." A vein almost popped out of your head. You snapped, "You got any better ideas then?"

"Yea, anythin' other than that." He told you mindlessly. You had half a mind to make his braided head become real familiar with the cold surface of his desk. Around ten minutes later, he had finally come up with something. It wasn't that great, but at least he was semi-cooperative. You took one look at his plan and decided to turn the tables on him. You said, "You couldn't have come up with anything better? Shit's worse than my idea."

You could see him grip his pencil just a bit tighter, no doubt irritated by now. "Nah, watch your mouth." He told you, and you were unsure of how serious he was being. "Watch my mouth? You needa watch how when you turn around, one of your precious braids will be gone." You said as you made a snipping motion with your fingers. He protectively grabbed onto his braids, "Yo chill, ma."

As Spanish class progressed, everything only went downhill from there. He always seemed to hate every idea you had or had something to say. He groaned, "Woman, I swear. Your ideas are shit." Your former hopes of a peaceful partnership were long gone.

His choice of words alone irked you as you replied, "See, that's what you're not gonna call me. And if we're gonna be partners, you need to act decent for once. Get it together, Morales." You set clear boundaries as you pointed a finger at him. Surprisingly, he obliged. He looked like he made a revelation as he shook his head. "Nah, you right. That was outta line." The moment was oddly tranquil until he opened his mouth again. "I meant: I swear, your ideas are fucking terrible."

From that point further, the hopes of having a normal, mature, conversation were fleeting. The majority of the class was spent bickering rather than working on the task at hand.

You were one of the very few people that tested him. You gave him a challenge, while most people wouldn't utter a single complaint.

Eventually, at the end of the class, the two of you finally landed on an idea to carry out. A true miracle.

The next week in Spanish class passed and the days were cutting it closer and closer to the deadline. But there was still much work to be done. So, begrudgingly, you both had to work on it out of school. After Spanish, you were packing up your things when you asked him, "My place or yours?" His response was immediate. "My place. I'll give you my address. Come over after school, 'ight?" He said, writing down his address and handing it to you.

You accepted it and said, "Alright. Are your parents good with me coming over?" You questioned if he even had the decency to check first. Although you couldn't stand him most of the time, you didn't want to intrude on his family. He shrugged it off, "Yeah my ma's good with it. Already told her."

He wasn't about to tell you that his mother demanded the project was done at his house so she could keep a keen eye on the both of you.

You were dreading the final bell of the day. Spending more time than legally required with Miles wasn't your ideal image of fun. As the school day ended, you walked over to Miles' house.

Knocking on the door, it was soon opened by no one other than Miles' mother. She was expecting you, as a smile adorned her face. You greeted her, "¡Hola, Señora Morales! Gracias por invitarme a tu casa." (Hi, Mrs. Morales! Thank you for inviting me to your house.)

She widened her eyes at you, "¡Claro! ¿Cómo estás?" (of course, how are you?) She asked you with a sweet smile. You replied and reciprocated a smile, "Bien, ¿usted?" (good, you?) To which she responded, "Muy bien, gracias." (very good, thank you) As you put down your things, you noticed Miles was standing only a few feet away. His mother pulled Miles to the side and whispered, "She speaks Spanish, I like her." Not wanting to give away that she was a loud whisperer, you concealed a small laugh. It's a wonder how Miles turned out like that. His mother's wonderful. You knew she raised him better.

After his mother was done speaking to him, Miles led you to his room. His mother called out, "¡Deja la puerta abierta!" (leave the door open!) "Si, mami." He said back in an unusually nice tone.

You previously believed Miles Morales was a universal dick. But you soon realized you were somewhat wrong. He was a dick. To everyone except his mother, it seemed.

As you both settled down to start working on the project, you grinned at him like you had just found out a Federal-level secret. "You're such a momma's boy." You said.

His head whipped to you like you knew something you shouldn't. "No one would believe you." He said. You teased, "Oh, everyone would. Trust."

This was the most civil conversation the both of you have ever held within your whole history of knowing Miles. The afternoon was sprinkled with light-hearted jokes here and there, and it wasn't as painful as you initially believed. Needless to say, being forcibly confined in a space with Miles went much smoother than you could've ever anticipated. The project was progressing for once. And so was your relationship with Miles.

A few days later, you were in a better mood than regular. Within the past few days, Miles has been more tolerable. Maybe even likable. Apparently, you were in too good of a mood. You must've appeared too approachable today.

As you were walking in the hallways of school to your next class, a guy you didn't recognize slung an arm around your shoulders and said, "Hey, what's good jit?" You immediately pushed his arm off. He reeked of an excessive usage of cologne. You winced at his stench. "Don't call me that." You assertively said. But he only took it as a challenge. He said with a wink, "You tryna play hard to get? Alright, I'll play along."

"I'm not 'playing hard to get'," You mocked with air quotations. Dumbing it down, you continued, "I don't want you." Could a girl make it any more obvious?

Your words went straight over his oversized head. He said with a disgusting smirk, "I can change your mind." Your face visibly grimaced at his desperate attempt, "Not even baby Jesus could change my mind."

He was starting to get agitated at this point, "Nah, why you trippin', girl?" he said. You immediately retorted, "Why can't you take a damn hint?"

"C'mon, I know you want me. Gimme a chance." He said. You were sick and tired of this interaction, so you just decided to walk away. Turning your back, you tried to escape this conversation. But he grabbed your hand to prevent you from leaving. "Aye, where you goin'?"

You tried to be patient. And where did patience get you? Nowhere. In your mind, this guy was way too testosterone-deficient to be talking tough to you. There was nothing worse than a teenage boy. More importantly, a boy that didn't know what 'no' means.

And in an instant, the sound of a slap resounded throughout the hallway.

He looked like he was about to start crying. Holding his cheek in pain, he sneered, "Fuck you, bitch. You ain't shit anyway. I ain't even want you." But as you tried to walk away once again, he placed a tight grip on your shoulder to prevent you from escaping.

Miles was skipping class and wandering in the hallways when he saw you. From your body language, he could tell you were uncomfortable. His eyes glanced toward the guy's grip on your shoulder, and Miles suddenly understood the situation. He could see where this was heading. Or at least, he believed he did. Miles was about to intervene when within the blink of an eye, you had flipped the guy on his back and onto the floor.

You told the boy on the floor, "Don't try that shit again. With me or any other woman, got it?" Groaning in agony, the guy whimpered in response, and you took it as a 'yes'.

The guy was no André the Giant, but it impressed the hell out of Miles nonetheless. Since when could you do that? He questioned himself. Miles had to prevent his jaw from dropping. He was suddenly glad he never pushed you that far. You walked away unbothered as if nothing had happened. He gained a newfound respect for you. But that would have to stay unspoken.

Once Spanish class rolled around, you realized it was the second to last day you had to finish the project, so you were working extra diligently in Spanish class. You told Miles, "Alright, I finished decorating it. What do you think?" showing him the project. Not that you cared what he thought, but it would make this whole process much easier if he wouldn't shit on your every move. You've had your daily dose of asshole for the day. Almost an overdose, really.

A few moments passed by where he stared at the project, and then back to you. Fully expecting Miles to be his usual asshole self, you said, "Spit it out. What is it?" You waved your hand in front of his face. He swatted your hand away and replied, "I ain't gonna hold you, it's a pretty solid project so far."

You raised a brow at him, and suspiciously asked, "Really?" This was the first time he didn't have any retort to say. "Yeah, I think you're great, ma." He said. You cheekily grinned at him as he tried to correct himself, "I meant, great at the project. Yeah. The project." He almost stumbled on his words. He never did that. He was always collected. What was up with him? It was definitely a sudden change, but you weren't complaining.

There was only a small portion of the project left to do by the end of the class, so Miles suggested finishing it at his house.

This time after school, the both of you walked together to his house. As you worked on the project in his room, you noticed he wasn't getting much done. It seemed like he was in his head, whatever goes on in there. As you glanced up, he locked eyes with you. You hadn't a clue what he was thinking.

You originally would've preferred to do the project yourself, but if you had to have a partner, you believed the work should be divided equally. You weren't going to carry the whole project on your back.

"Why're you slacking, Miles? Our time is limited, y'know." "Ion know. Mind's elsewhere." He shrugged. It was subtle, but you noticed his glance travel to your lips. You grinned and took the opportunity to tease, "What, you want a kiss or somethin'?" You said it mainly as a joke. Sure, maybe you liked the way he gave you a challenge everyday. You wouldn't blatantly admit it, but it was refreshing to be with someone that actually cared about their work. But much to your surprise, he ran his hand over the back of his braids and said. "Shi, maybe it would motivate me. You feel me?"

Not expecting him to agree, you said, "I mean, alright. If you get off your ass, maybe I'll give you one." You tried to say as casually as you could. But you couldn't deny the fact that you were growing fond of him. You were internally conflicted as you wanted to hate him, but couldn't. In reality, it was far from hate.

Miles couldn't exactly pinpoint the moment his detest for you faded away and was replaced with something different. An emotion he rarely felt. Seeing you singlehandedly take on a guy was only fueling it for him. He quickly started working harder on his part. You mentally praised yourself. After a few silent moments, he spoke up, "Yo, I'm basically finished."

He was bullshitting, and you knew it. As you looked at his part of the project, he still had a good chunk to finish. But you caved and moved closer to him. Holding a hand to his face, you peppered a light kiss to the corner of his mouth, just barely avoiding his mouth.

As usual, he had something to say, "Don't play, mami." He resisted the urge to press his lips to yours until they were numb. You simply smiled at him and replied, "Yeah? Keep workin' and you'll earn a real one."

Immediately, Miles got right back to working on his part of the project without another complaint. You've never seen him work so studiously.

Pleased to say, with your motivation, Miles was more productive that day than all the other days combined.

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[scoonsalicious]

3.3 Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, brunch, toxic plants.

Word Count: 1.5k

Previously On...: Your coworkers warned you about the history of the Winter Soldier.

A/N: Time for Brunch!

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Bucky held the diner door open, allowing Lily to walk in first. It was a sort of tradition of theirs– brunch every other Saturday at Melinda’s, a cute little cafe about a twenty minute drive from the Compound– that they’d been doing for years now.

“I’m so glad to finally be spending some time together,” Lily said as she slid into their usual booth by the window. “I feel like it’s been ages.”

Bucky chuckled as he picked up his menu– not like he didn’t already know exactly what he was going to get: a black coffee, scrambled eggs with sausage and bacon, a plate of home fries, and a short stack of chocolate chip pancakes. “Lil, we hung out last night,” he told her.

“Last night doesn’t count,” she pouted, picking up a sugar packet from the little ceramic container on the table and beginning to play with it. 

Bucky put down the menu. “Why not?” he asked.

Before she could answer him, the waitress came to take their order. Bucky liked her– Mya; she was always friendly and put an extra pancake on the pile for him, free of charge.

“Hey there, Buck,” she greeted warmly, “Lily. Good to see you two again.”

“Hey, Mya,” Bucky replied with a dazzling smile. “How are you this morning? How’s Frankie?” Mya was a single mother, working two jobs, so Bucky always made sure to tip well and inquire about her son.

“He’s good, Buck; thanks for asking. He really appreciates the autographed Avengers picture you got for him; brought it to school for Show & Tell and everything.”

Bucky laughed good naturedly. “My pleasure,” he said. “They always make us take those dumb publicity photos; figured something good should come outta them.”

“Well, he’s very grateful, all the same,” she said with a grin. “How are–”

“I’ll take a Cobb salad, no bacon, dressing on the side, and a Diet Sprite. Thank you,” Lily interjected, smile tight.

Mya blinked a few times before replying “Yeah, sure, absolutely,” as if she hadn’t just been interrupted. She turned to Bucky. “The usual for you, Buck?” she asked.

“Yeah, please. Thanks, Mya.” Mya took their menus and, promising their food would be right out, walked away. Bucky followed her with his eyes to make sure she was well out of earshot before he turned back to Lily. “What the hell, Lil?” he asked her.

“What?” she asked, seemingly nonchalantly. “I’m hungry.”

“So, you couldn’t wait five seconds for her to finish speaking?” he asked accusingly. 

“Hey, she gets paid to serve, not to flirt,” Lily snapped. 

Bucky rolled his eyes as he leaned back. “You always think everyone’s flirting with me. We were just talking about her kid. What is with you today?”

Lily sighed and looked up at him, blue eyes turning sad. “I’m sorry– I’m just tired. I told you, I didn’t sleep well last night, and it’s making me cranky. Don’t be too mad at me, okay, Jamie?” She smiled and reached her hand across the table to grab his. “It’s your fault, after all.” She winked at him.

Bucky smiled and squeezed her hand. “I told you I was sorry,” he said. “And now I’m making it up to you by buying you brunch. Gotta take care of my best girl, right?” Lily beamed at him. 

“Right,” she agreed with a nod. “Hey, just out of curiosity, where did you end up staying last night? Did you go back to the Tower?” Though Tony Stark had moved the Avengers operation to the Compound Upstate, he still utilized the Tower for Stark Industries, and kept apartments available there for the team to use if they found themselves in the city overnight.

Bucky pulled his hand back from hers and scratched the back of his neck. Lily squinted her eyes at him, and he knew he’d just revealed a sure tell that he’d done something she’d not be pleased with. 

“Oh my god, Bucky,” Lily said angrily. “Do not tell me you stayed the night with Nat’s friend.” The way she said ‘friend,’ with her voice getting incredibly shrill at the end, had Bucky inwardly cringing. 

“Well, by the time I got her back to her place,” Bucky defended, “it was already pouring. Wouldn’t’ve been safe for me to head back in those conditions.”

Lily seemed to be mulling over his words. “I guess,” she said, after a moment. “So, what? You sleep on the couch?”

For some reason, Bucky couldn’t get the words out to tell his best friend the truth– that, no, he hadn’t slept on Major’s couch. In fact, he’d slept on her bed, but it didn’t really count, because the two of them had hardly done any sleeping at all. Instead, he just brought his coffee cup to his lips, took a long sip, and nodded.

“Good,” said Lily, seeming satisfied with his answer. “I don’t like the idea of you hanging out with her. She was a total bitch.”

Bucky frowned. He realized that the interaction between Major and Lily last night had been… tense, but he fully hadn’t expected that she would call Major a bitch and tell him she didn’t want him to spend time with her. “She was just defending herself, Lil,” he said cautiously. “You were kinda out of line with that anti-girly stuff.”

Lily gave him a wounded look. “I cannot believe you would take the side of a complete stranger over your own best friend,” she said, looking affronted. “She was incredibly rude to me.”

Mya returned then with their meals, and Bucky waited until she had walked away before continuing: “I’m not siding with anyone. I just think you should take into consideration that you were rude to her, first, Lil. She was acting defensive because you put her on the defensive.” 

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” Lily crossed her arms, pouting.

“Lil, doesn’t it bother you that you don’t have any female friends?” he asked carefully.

She scoffed. “What do I need female friends for?” she asked. “They just wanna talk about stupid girl shit and it’s dull and boring. Besides, I have you. I don’t need other friends.”

It struck Bucky then how very sad that seemed. Sure, he didn’t have many friends, himself; just Steve, Lily, Sam, and the team, but he was a 100-plus year old, formerly brainwashed, ex-assassin with PTSD and a list of issues a mile long, so it was to be expected. But Lily? Surely a young, vibrant person like her should be hanging with more people than just him?

“This was what Major was talking about,” Bucky said gently, choosing to ignore his observation for the time being. “You can think feminine things are dull, and boring, but it’s not fair of you to consider them stupid just because you don’t enjoy them. And it’s definitely not cool of you to look down on people who do.”

To Bucky’s dismay, Lily’s bottom lip began to tremble, and he feared she was going to start crying. “Why are you mad at me?” she pouted. 

Bucky felt his facial features soften as he looked at her. “I’m not mad at you, Lil. I just think that, maybe, you should reconsider your stance on some things, that’s all.”

Lily seemed to consider his words for a moment, before she broke out into a giant grin. “Okay, Jamie,” she said, digging back into her Cobb salad. “If it’ll make you happy, I’ll do better.”

Well, Bucky thought, that went better than expected.

They ate companionably for a while after that, sharing small talk and enjoying each other’s company. When it came time to leave, Bucky paid the bill, making sure to leave a little extra for Mya to make up for Lily’s earlier rudeness. 

As they were walking out, Lily interlocked her arm with his. “Do you want to do a movie night at my place tonight?” she asked. Since Lily was a member of SHIELD, and not an Avenger proper, she didn’t have an apartment at the Compound. Instead, like most of the other agents who were based there, she had a place of her own in town. Usually, Bucky relished spending time at her place, where it was quiet and far less crowded. 

But then Bucky remembered he’d asked Major out to dinner for this evening. “Shit, Lil,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his vibranium hand. “I can’t tonight; I’m sorry.”

“What, you abandoning me for a hot date or something?” The words were phrased as a joke, but there was an edge to her voice that told Bucky she was genuinely afraid that was why he was saying no.

He let out a forced laugh. “Of course not,” he said, immediately wondering why he was lying to her. “I just, uh, promised Sam we’d do a guys’ night. You know how he gets if he thinks people aren’t paying enough attention to him.”

Lily scoffed. “He’s such a fucking drama queen,” she said.

“Heh, yeah.” Bucky sent out a silent apology to both Major and Sam for the lie, and hoped he could get Sam to back him up on it. He had told Bucky he’d be his wingman when it came to Major, after all.

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[brandwhorestarscream]

Jazz Prowl, but when they meet each other Prowl is pregnant (it's Springer)

It takes Jazz a while to befriend the local grumpy mother, but they end up very close before Jazz even considers flirting.

He's the one Prowl trusts the most to massage him, because his body is already getting sore from carrying the sparkling

Ok, see, this I can get behind!!

Prowl is naturally incredibly suspicious of Jazz. Single mechs that approach single, expectant carriers always fall into one of two categories. They're either the nicest, most kind sweetspark in the world, or they're a Grade A serial abuser closing in on their next victim. There is never any in between, and Prowl has no desire to gamble on such a thing.

He holds Jazz at arms length, as he does with everyone. Prowl has just moved to Polyhex in pursuit of a fresh start, and while he's perfectly civil with his neighbors, he makes it quite clear he has no interest in socializing with them. No, he doesn't want to come to your dinner party, no, he won't be at the potluck next weekend, and no, he absolutely does not want you playing your loud music a second past quiet hour! He's very frosty and prickly, but no one takes it personally. Being on your own with a baby on the way is hard for anyone, but especially someone in a brand new citystate (moving to a new citystate is like moving to a different country. Completely different culture norms, food, language, etc).

He and Jazz are in the same condo building, and Jazz always makes it a point to greet him and ask how he's doing. Prowl doesn't always respond, but when he does, it's with a short few words or just a grunt or flick of his servo. He works a lot, overtime every day and even on weekends, intent to save as much money as he can before his newspark arrives.

They only end up becoming acquaintances, not even friends, when Prowp goes on maternity leave leading up to the emergence. Jazz spots him struggling to bring his delivery of energon inside, big baby belly in the way, and sprints over to help as fast as he can. Prowl tries to wave him off, snapping that he's got it, but Jazz persists. "My mama would disown me if I just stood by and letcha struggle. Lemme do this for you, and I'll get outta your bolts real quick, promise."

Exhausted, Prowl relents. They end up sharing a cup of warm energon. Jazz offers to help him if he ever needs help getting stuff in the door again, or anything else, really! As long as he's not at work, he'll always be glad to help, just give him a ring! Jazz has lived in this neighborhood his whole life, he loves it and loves all the people in it: Prowl's included in the roster now, so he's gonna do anything he can to assist.

Prowl is still a very private person, so the relationship builds slowly. It's quite awhile before Prowl considers them friends, and Jazz is the only person he really talks to outside of work. Jazz is suspiciously sweet, Prowl thinks, occasionally bringing him over homemade treats and even a couple toys for the baby, claiming he saw them while heading home and just "couldn't resist". He's so nice Prowl can't trust that hes genuine, as sad as that is.

Idk how Jazz gets close enough to Prowl for him to be ok with a massage, tbh. That's a lot of up close and personal physical contact Prowl just isn't comfortable with. Maybe a while down the line, once the relationship has developed and they're actually committed to each other. Maybe once they're married and Prowl's expecting their first baby, Springer's younger brother or sister 🤭

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine shanks taking you with him to Mary Geoise for his meeting with the five elders

Shanks: are you ready to go?

You: *dressed to the nines, but are sitting on his bed* are you sure I should go?

Shanks: of course, what are they gonna do? Turn me away? I'd like to see them try. Please trust me when I say it'll be fine.

You: but what if something happens, and you have to fight and end up getting in the way.

Shanks: that won't happen, I already used future sight and even had Yassop use his just to double-check. *Cups your face and presses hot scratchy kisses onto your forehead*

You: *laughs and pushes him away* Shanks! Your beard is so itchy!

Shanks: *Kisses you a final time and chuckles* let's get going love.

At Mary Geoise

Shanks: *escorts you into the Room of Authority by the arm*

Saint Jaygarcia Saturn: You were supposed to come alone!

Shanks: You said I couldn't bring any of my fighters, y'all never said anything about non-combatants. Also, this is my partner, I would never dream of leaving them out of such an important meeting.

Saint Nusjuro: You requested this meeting what did you want to talk about?

Shanks: a certain pirate

After the meeting

Saint Peter: *makes a superficial attempt to be cordial* I'm glad we could come to an understanding. It was nice to meet your new - business partner? Or are they your 'partner in crime'?

Shanks: nope, my business partner and partner in crime are the same person, and as you know it's Beck. This is my life partner.

All the Elders: *freeze and with their gaze locked on you*

Saint Warcury: You have taken a commoner as a spouse! Do you have any idea whose blood runs through your veins boy!

Shanks: uh no? Roger found me as an infant, abandoned in a trunk, on a battlefield.

Saint Saturn: Hold your tongue Topman, even if he has chosen someone with such dirty blood it isn't any business of ours. He isn't a Celestial dragon after all.

You: *gasps* dirty blood!

Saint Warcury: I suppose you're right, it isn't any of our business who he sleeps with. Even if they're unworthy vermin.

You: *grabs Shanks by the collar of his cloak and drags him out of the room and yells* I'm gonna screw the shit outta him purely to spite you old codgers!

Shanks: Really! Yes! Thank you!

You: I'm gonna fuck your face first, but I'm gonna be pissed we can force them to watch the whole time.

Shanks: Whatever you want baby, I'm yours.

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[swiftmitsu]

more questions since the boredom is at it again 🥴 [i like asking tho lol] 1- PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MROE MUSIC RECCOMNDATIONS EEE IT WAS SO GOOD 💥 2- What DnD class would you be [and what would the moral allignment be] if you could choose any 3-WAIT HOW'D YOU DO THE TEXT CHANGE COLOR THING I CAN ONLY DO ThiS [it doesnt melt into another color like the yellow thingy did 😭] 4- what are your top three ships [platonic or otherwise] [[personally poly star sanses 🗣🗣🗣]] 5- HAVE YOU TRIED THE WOOLIES COOKIES PLEASE OMFG THEY'RE SO GOOD THEY MAKE ME ASCEND 🎇 [not the ones with the macedamia, like the one with them BIG CHOC CHIPS EEE THEIR SO YUMMM]

YEAHHHH MOREEE >:DDD

1- AAAA IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT okay SOOO. pulls up killer playlist

If I Killed Someone For You by Alec Benjamin (MORE ROMANTIC KILLER EEHHEHE)

ORRR if you want sad/angsty Killer

Happy Face by Jagwar Twin

(has to force himself to be happy to cope with his life man. 🫠)

2- OKAY SO. IVE NEVER ACTUALLY GOTTEN INTO DND. (i really want to play a game one day though💔)

BUT I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THE CLASSES. I'd definitely would go with Ranger, being Chaotic Good hehehe

3- ISNT IT PRETTY??? (i did it because tumblr removed yellow texts option on desktop >:(( )

unfortunately I think you can only do it on desktop too, since you're unable to change the editor of the posts and stuff on mobile..... >:( (i used this post to help me :3)

4- EHEHEHEHEH

okay so honestly, im not much of a shipper lol

KROSS. though, i like seeing them as a queerplatonic pair more :)

KIST ALSO. EHEHEEE theyre both suffering similarly but also differently eueueu let them comfort each other 💔💔💔

but OF COURSE I NEED TO MENTION HORRORDUST. theyre made for each other man i cant even.

(alsO HELL YEAH POLY STAR SANSES EHEH. works good alongside the bad sanses poly *maniacal laughter*)

5- OH MY GOD. YES YES YESSSS.‼️‼️

exposing myself, but i work at a Coles bakery and we get to just. eat the cookies if there's any left over (there always is)

THERE WERE THE ONES THAT WERE SIMILAR TO THE WOOLIES ONE AND RAAAAAAA💥💥💥💥

I EXPLODE EVERY TIME BECAUSE ITS SO WARM. STRAIGHT OUTTA THE OVENNNN✨✨✨✨

[vshthestmpede]

Hi there! So...I wanted to make a request about an Imagine about Vash x Reader. The Reader is a like Bayonetta, a witch who has lived so many years (same as Vash). A great fighter with guns on her heels and also very flirty and sexy with him (even gave him the nickname "puppy" 'cause she thinks he's such a cutie). They're already in a relationship but Vash sometimes blushes so bad when she makes a compliment to him. On the morning, she even wears his jacket trying to be seductive to him...with a compliment like "You're a clumsy fool...but you never fail to impress. My clumsy, lovely fool"

the plant & the witch

word count; 1,159

warnings; guns, canon violence

note; today's ep made me so sad ;-; ty so much for your patience with this one!! i was so excited to write this one, i really took my time with it haha <3 i think i took a bit of both vash's personalities here, not just stampede lol i wanted some ballsy out of him but i can't help it our timid 2023 vash is so sweet. i also never touched a bayonetta game in my life, so i do apologize if i didnt write this to standards! i will always take criticism!! :)

cross-posted to ao3

the air was still hanging heavy as the group departed from the windmill village, vash walking considerably quicker than the rest.

meryl sidled up to wolfwood, nudging him with her elbow to catch his attention. he attempted to ignore her but caved as she switched from elbowing him to outright poking him in the arm and face.

"stop that, jeez. what could you possibly want?" wolfwood smacked her hand away, grumbling as he adjusted the cross on his back.

"you should go and apologize to him," meryl offered, nodding towards vash. "he's like, the ray of sunshine outta all of us and it's super depressing to watch him sulk like that."

wolfwood looked to vash then back at meryl, who raised her eyebrows in a way that said go on, test me. sighing in defeat, wolfwood picked up his pace until he caught up to vash.

"oi, needle nog-"

wolfwood stopped short at the sight of a figure suddenly appearing at the top of the dune right in front of them. immediately getting a very odd feeling, a feeling that what was looming over them wasn't human.

"stay back." wolfwood put one arm out to stop the group from advancing, his other hand ready to unsheathe the cross on his back at any moment. the figure began to descend the dune in a very graceful manner and wolfwood pulled vash behind him. "keep moving and i'll shoot!"

the figure stopped short just a bit of a ways away from the group, allowing wolfwood to realize they looked human but he was still apprehensive. he took one step forward, still ready to pull his weapon out and blow this person away, but faltered when they disappeared and suddenly reappeared right behind him.

"wha- !"

"oh, my love, how i've missed you." the figure had scooped vash up in their arms, holding him tight and kissing all over his face. "i'm so glad i found you."

vash, both thoroughly embarrassed and elated to see you again, buried his face in your neck and allowed you to carry him as you looked over the rest of the group.

"who're all these people, pup?" you asked as they all stared at you with wide eyes. "are they being mean to you?"

"pup?" wolfwood echoed as vash shook his head quickly. "what the hell is this?"

vash climbed out of your arms but stayed at your side, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke up, "(name), this is wolfwood, meryl, and roberto. guys this is (name), my. . .partner."

you poked at his reddened cheek, cooing over him as the other three shared a look amongst themselves.

"how did you find us?" meryl asked, breaking their stunned silence.

"well, after vash and i got separated, i made my way to jeneorah." you started to walk again, looping your arm through vash's to pull him along. "they, um, told me everything about what happened. i wasn't all too welcome there myself so i gave what i could and went on my way."

"gave what you could means what, exactly?" roberto inquired, taking a long swig from his flask.

"didn't want anything to do with my magic so i gave them the rest of my rations," you responded casually. "like i said, i wasn't too welcome given my relationship. left as quickly as i arrived, then made my way to yet another place i know he needed closure from."

"wait, did you just say magic?" wolfwood pressed, jogging in front of you and turning to force you to stop. "what are you, exactly?"

you chuckled and patted his shoulder, brushing by him. "one fine ass witch. at least, that's what he calls me in bed."

vash didn't say another word until you all reached the car, only speaking to bid the rest a good night as he climbed into the car's backseat to curl up. you decided to stick with the rest, joining them at the makeshift fire.

"how long have you known vash?" meryl asked, the journalist in her poking through as she wanted to know everything she could about a witch.

you tapped your chin in faux thought, enjoying the curiosity of this human. "about a hundred years now, give or take."

meryl's eyes widened as she leaned towards you, starstruck. "you don't look a day over twenty-five!"

"oh, dear, aren't you a sweetheart," you cooed. "is there anything else you wish to know?"

"yeah, what's this whole thing about magic and witches and all?" wolfwood interjected, clearly still perturbed about being brushed off so casually earlier.

"well, mister undertaker, i told you already. i'm a witch, i can do magic, what else do you want from me?" you stood, hands on your hips as you looked him up and down.

instead of looking directly at you, he was looking behind you and you felt the muzzle of a gun being pressed into your back.

"give us everything y'all got," a voice demanded, "or they're toast."

your eyes darted from wolfwood to the two other bandits who came around from behind you, eyeing the car. as soon as one reached for the door handle you whirled on the bandit behind you and kicked him in the chest, knocking him over. before anyone could react, you hastily summoned malphas and his wings sprouted from your back. you took the bandits' shock to your advantage and took to the skies, avoiding their shots when they turned their attention fully to you.

"they're toying with these bandits," roberto murmured as he and meryl took shelter behind a nearby boulder. "magic, huh. never thought i'd see anything like this."

you laughed as the bandits fruitlessly shot at you, watching as they drained themselves of their ammo. within the second they ran out, you were on top of them, the guns on your heels dealing with the trio as you effortlessly glided through the air. as the sand settled you landed next to wolfwood and rolled your shoulders, the wings disappearing.

"is that enough for you?' you asked, yawning. "man, i am tired. good night, everyone!"

you made your way to the car, stopping short as a clearly startled-from-his-sleep vash barreled out with his gun at the ready.

"wha- what happened?" he asked as he lowered his gun and you chuckled, climbing into the car with him and closing the door.

"you're such a fool, my love," you murmured, pushing him to lay back as you climbed on top of him. "a clumsy fool, yet you never fail to impress me with your antics."

he watched, red-faced, as you shed your cloak and replaced it with his signature jacket that he had set aside when he first laid down. you leaned forward, one hand on his chest and the other cradling his face, basking in the view of your red-faced boyfriend as he grinned up at you like the lovestruck dork he was.

"my wonderful, clumsy, lovely fool."

[shehungthemoon]

Gatekeep Ryan anon again like it's kind of bugging me because there's this particular blog you might have come across - i swear the last few years they never tagged using Ryan's name, it was always something like "Eddie's vessel" or "Eddie's host" which i thought was 🤨 and now in the last few months I've noticed they're tagging ryan posts with like cutesy endearments and posting like they're a big ryan advocate i.e. Calling out his lack of appearance in promos. And I'm just not sure what to think??? Ok did i miss where they just changed their mind about him? Or was their original way of tagging meant to be cute and they liked him all along?? Except it really seemed mean-spirited or intended to erase him yk, just focusing only on eddie 🤔 idk

Girlie I recommend not going thru the Ryan tag rn then bc people are OOZING over him. I mean I personally love all the Ryan love rn bc I've always liked him (even if I was questioning how comfortable that suit jacket was without a shirt on, hope it wasn't hot in there). "Eddie's vessel" or "Eddie's host" is CRAZY I'm glad I never fucking saw that. All that shit was definitely mean spirited.

My philosophy here is live and let live, go through your life knowing your morals and stances and supporting the actors you want to support, and let all the internet kooks enjoy their hivemind in peace. Outta sight outta mind. Curate your experience!

[kaelidascope]

Director's commentary on Something About Moths and a Flame, please!

Oh this outta be fun LOL OKAY

So the overall story of how this fic was even born in the first place stemmed from 2 things. I had an idea to write about a shameless self-indulgence about having an overabundance of experience with cismen with hardly any queer experience. And the little queer experiences Blake did have were not good reference points. Using myself as a default source of plot devices (lmao) I self-inserted the desire to get the fuck out of my current state and wanting to move somewhere north to start over. Bing bang boom, you got a basic background and motive for Blake

I honestly should've expected the fic would be more than just 'bisexual character experiences sex with a seasoned sapphic character' and trying to manifest positive things in my life by writing it out in fic format (who doesn't do that, really. If anyone says they don't they're a liar). Everything I make always turns out to be something way more than it's original concept so what I ended up with here was a story drawing on personal elements and wanting for an outcome that probably wont happen, but it's nice seeing it happen to the bees anyway

Blake's feelings about relationships represent a time in my life where my opinion was exactly hers. After a lengthy discussion with Sawrin over dissecting this fic, I've come to the realization that Yang also represents a time frame of opinions as well. Only Yang's core design comes from a time waaaaay in the past that honestly, I had forgotten existed. It's nice to see it manifest despite being buried, and certainly gives me something to think about when I reread it from time to time.

Readers of MM and Moths can draw lines between Blake questioning why things are so easy when she's with Yang. It's the same principle across the board for most bee fics that Blake's past hasn't been kind to her. It's an alien feeling to suddenly have things be so easy, but difficult to accept they're easy at the same time. I tried to picture how the fuck would I react if I were in this perfect dream scenario and how stupid would it be after the realization hits. Blake and Yang have been dating this whole time and just never accepted it for what it was based on what other people have lead them to believe what a relationship had to be.

The talk they have when Yang's AC is out and they're laying in her bed with the windows open is in reference to a talk I once had that didn't have the outcome I wanted. It carries the same essence of dismay - both parties knowing they want each other but because of the boundaries at play, cannot have what they want. But in this version it's not one sided.

Overall, it was nice getting able to write from a quietly honest place without having to worry about literally every other realistic factor ever. This is about as textbook 'I wrote this for me cus I wanted something that applied to me' as it gets. The ending is my dream scenario. I fucking hate living with partners I can't do it anymore JKNFKGNKJGFN but it's not easy finding someone else who'd agree with me. So the bees get my lost dream of permanent independence. I wrote this thing in 3 days and I was morbidly sick while I was doing it, too. So I'm sure it's littered with grammatical errors and what have you. But my best friend has always been completely head over heels about this work, and it astounds me how much he sings its praise. I'm always genuinely surprised when others find something to relate to in this work as well. I never expected it to be anything more than just a glance. It's not even smut heavy. I didn't think people cared about fics like that LOL (silly, I know) but I am glad I put it out there and it got the response it did.

[no0t2]

@checkadii

I literally just woke up so this is the worst time to post this but ngl I have this problem where I wanna talk about it but I blank so fucking hard and fall flat on my face that I end up not talking about it anyway out of sheer embarrassment.

I'm not good at structuring my thoughts properly either because of ADHD, but here goes I guess.

I usually gotta segway into the topic if it's relevant to the conversation usually via,, friend convo, I don't know how people do deepdives of characters and whatnot I can't do that. I'm not sure why that is, this always has been a thing for me where I've got some level of understanding and my own HCs and such but they're not written or anything, so I can't express them.

To me Postal is just a silly series (minus P1 and Redux), not to be taken too seriously. So I don't really think about the "lore" that it has so much. I can ramble about Postal: Brain Damaged tho, that's probably my favourite cos of gameplay... And the designs as well as the soundtrack. It's just such a good game, I never thought shooters would ever be a genre I'd like to play, as I was so against playing them (thanks Half-Life for opening up my eyes). I can say definitely with confidence that retro styled FPS are especially something I find fun? Not on intense difficulty or anything either, I usually can't go above normal.

I've listened to "Straight Outta Suburbia" for like over an hour straight, I'm pretty sure even during while I was drawing one of my BD sketches lol

Back to Postal in general, I frankly haven't done enough "research" on it where I can properly speak about it aside from the games I've played (P1, P2, Paradise Lost and P:BD) And they're all games that are super different from each other (aside from P2 and PL, but even then). I'd also say I'm still pretty new to the series, speaking as I haven't played all of the games yet. Frankly, I was planning to just stick to P2 and that's it, glad I didn't.

Postal 1 I remember making me feel all sorts of weird things when I both played it and after I finished it. The load up intro scared the shit out of me the first time I opened the game, to where I had to pause for a minute. And it kept spooking me each time I did open it. I think that was kinda the point of the game as it's pretty dark compared to it's counterparts. I won't get into the lore of the 1st Dude cos I've seen people pluck at each other's feathers over the interpretation of him. But essentially, guy looses his shit during an episode, starts killing everyone. (Or just, "hostiles", depends how you play the game.)

P2 is so wildly different (aside from the fact that you can shoot people) that when I first opened it I was so confused how I was met with THAT Dude. I was surprised to hear him talk more beyond than just "BLEED" or "Only my weapon understands me". At the time I was also wrangling personal fears and feelings(which I don't know if I wanna get into, let alone if people would even wanna hear it lol) over playing the Postal series, so my initial expectation towards the game was:

"Okay, I know this is going to have some offensive shit in it, there's parts that won't be fun probably." And hoped for the worst, surprisingly a lot of the stuff in it I didn't find that bad, most of it is definitely fucked up, but nothing I couldn't handle, surprisingly. I played neutral-y, so I only attacked whoever attacked me, but I'd bail if I had the chance.

Paradise Lost plays similarly to Postal 2 (as it's literally the same branch of game just in the form of DLC). But I've found myself enjoying it way more than Postal 2, mostly cuz I found some of the jokes in it actually funny.

P3 I haven't played because I got rick rolled by RWS on the website so I'm not gonna play it out of spite </33 (But I've seen gameplay)

Postal: Brain Damaged is like, even more different than the previous entries as it's a retro styled shooter. But it has the charm of a Postal game and MAN is it good, I think the fact that it was released more recently is what made me enjoy its humor more. And it just!! Is so fun in general like wow, I'm still processing playing the game and I've already been thinking of replaying it because of how much I've enjoyed it. Definitely recommend trying it out.

AND WOWWW this has gotten long oops. Sorry.

I wanna note tho that, although there are aspects of Postal I enjoy, there's a lot of them that I don't, namely the offensive bits, some of them are genuinely fucked up where I can't go past them even in a comedic sense. Which I think is OK. I still enjoy other parts of it :^]

[vt-scribbles]

This is gonna sound like it came out of nowhere but can I say how proud of you I am? It seemed like these past couple years you've been struggling but it feels like you're picking yourself back up with your head held high and I love that for you. It's been quite the journey seeing your art and well-being improve since I first ran into The Harvester a good 5-6 years ago now. I hope Find Your Wings does well and things keep going up for you. Take care VT 👋 -SS

(also I'm sorry if this feels like it came out of nowhere. I saw your recent ref for Vee and it just struck me out of nowhere how much you've improved in about every way since I first met you and IDK I realized I don't think I'd ever said it before)

I super appreciate this- I don't care if asks like this 'come outta nowhere', it's always nice to hear people say they're proud of you;;

I'll admit, this past 8 months has been one of the hardest periods of my life. I'm glad it seems like I'm picking myself up, cuz tbh I'm really just surviving rn. Finding happiness in stuff like my book, revamping characters, spending time with Corrie, etc.

But, it's nice to hear people still think positively of me, despite how much I've been struggling.;; It's hard to see your own improvement and to think you're doing anything of value when you're _this_ far down a hole.

So- I appreciate it. And, Idk if this is weird or anything but I gotta say it after losing a good friend of mine this month. I'm glad you're still around, Galaxy. You're one of those long-time peeps that pops in now and then, and I always appreciate it.

And I really hope I can get back on The Harvester soon and start posting chapters again. Life's been SO hard for the past year ghdslkhg

[compendiumhistoria]

HI Y'ALL you ready for the Absolute Brainrot I got outta nowhere for NPCs in a campaign I haven't written? no? too bad, here they are anyways. Art (left, shaved down horns) & Dusk (right, broken horn), the Telodomic Tiefling Two. they're sibwings with a few things wrong with them in different ways. they're generally friendly though!

I'll put More Official Sounding Info under the cut!

Dusk and Art are a rare sort, given that tieflings born and raised in the country of Telodom are few and far between amidst the land's cold climate and general distrust of both divine and demonic influences. The siblings now live in Estellus, reluctant refugees displaced thanks to a civil war between Telodom's ruler and its people. They both more or less work to clear their debt to the "old friends" who helped their escape southward, with Art running a shop to sell their myriad creations and Dusk traveling on various odd-jobs when he isn't contributing to his sibling's stock.

Once specialized in medicine-making and the effects of chemicals on the body, Dusk's studies have veered away from the living and onto the dead and the space between the soul and the physical, the shift from magic to mortal, turning the man of science into a self-taught wizard of necromany. Though why the change in field and to what end, Dusk is too cagey a fellow to give a straight answer. But he is happy to have left behind his fraught and frozen homeland and continue practicing both his physical and magical skills… even when his constant running and lack of rest puts enough strain on his fickle body to warrant the cane he carries around.

Art does not have their older brother's stomach for such visceral things, sometimes literally getting nauseous over it. Sympathetic and anxious, Art prefers craftsman trades to keep their hands and mind busy. Their shop sells many an enchanted accessory and even some paintings, but Art themself has also been known to write, embroider, often taking brief apprenticeships with other makers. Most everything they wear is handmade or otherwise customized with this varied interest in creative arts, and while Art considers it something of a dream come true to have their new life and run their shop, they worry deeply about the fate of the people they left behind.

Songs for Dusk:

Weird Science by Oingo Boingo (From my heart and from my hand, why don't people understand my intentions?)

Too Tired to Wink by Ludo (I'm sloughin' brain cells every day, smearing the globe, my lobe frontally frayed)

Bloody Nose by Jack Conte (With your tattered clothes and your bloody nose, aren't you glad to be rid of the smell? Not at all? Not at all)

One-eyed Maestro by Kevin MacLeod (royalty-free in-campaign theme song)

Songs for Art:

Scary World by Steam Powered Giraffe ('Cause I'm safe right here, we know who we are, and It's kind of scary thinking of what is out there…)

Unlikely Hero by the Hoosiers (I like everybody, but not everybody likes me! My love's not an island, it's the tip of a volcano!)

Journey of the Featherless by Cloud Cult (I say that it's worth dreamin' just for the dream of it, it's all about passion, it's all about perception)

Padanaya Blokov by Kevin MacLeod (shop's theme song!)

[misc-obeyme]

"you and mammon are clearly made for each other" 🥹 🥹 excuse me while i go sob, that's so sweet

I really should start writing! I keep daydreaming scenes and the whole thing plays out in my head, but I never put it to paper. It's just rattling around (also I saw a tiktok saying that not everything you draw has to be with the intention of becoming a finished piece, and I've been having SO MUCH FUN sketching today.)

Like today, I got a tiktok about Orpheus and eurydice that really stuck with me. And there's the whole debate of whether or not you'd turn around if you were in their shoes. And I was imagining the brothers reaction to it, and probably some of them saying they could make it with ease if it was for MC (i think Mammon and Lucifer would argue they could, and maybe Satan or Beel would be the one to say they might turn around)

"Do y'all really think you could make it? His love for her was his reason and his undoing."

"C'mon! It can't be that hard, right? Ya just gotta follow the Great Mammon, I'd lead ya outta danger easy peasy! No turning back required."

"But think about it, Mammon. Can you? Could you hear me behind you, and never feel torn by wanting to take a peek? Could you trust that I'd follow you anywhere? You know you can, you know that I would, but you would still want to see for yourself. The anxiety would be eating me away."

"But it means both of us getting out if I don't peek! If it was for you, I'm sure I could do it... I just have to keep going. Ain't it that simple?"

"Honestly, if I was in his shoes, and I heard you speak my name, I'd have to drop to my knees to resist what's now become second nature. And even then, I'm not sure I'd make it. I would turn around, I would need to make sure you're okay...Think about it, Orpheus loved her too much, so he turned. I would turn around if it was you behind me-... *Coughs* Uh, anyway... That's how I see it..."

"...Did you just-" -Satan

"WOW WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME, I THINK I FORGOT SOME HOMEWORK, NIGHT GUYS!"

"it's 5:00 pm??" - Mammon, who is trying to figure out wtf happened and why i ran off

and this is how i would be accidentally confessing i was in love with mammon. because god knows i would deny my feelings to hell and back in the beginning!! (I'm pretty sure I'm ALSO a tsundere unfortunately 😭)

anyway, who do you think would/wouldn't turn around? do you think Barbatos would? Solomon?

- ✨ anon

Yo, I'm just calling it like I see it!

I just find that it helps to get the ideas out somehow! That could be writing or drawing or whatever you like! I think most creating is like that, too - you can do a lot without necessarily having to completely finish it! I'm glad you've been sketching a bunch!

BAH that is the CUTEST confession ever???

Especially if he doesn't get it lolol classic Mammon right there.

Oh NO two tsunderes falling for each other!?! It's okay, slow burns are great lol. Though it'd be one of those situations where everybody else is fully aware that you're both in love with each other and they're just like siiiigh these two. That's so cute, though!

Let's see, who would turn?

I don't think Barbatos would. I think part of what caused Orpheus to turn around was that he didn't believe Eurydice was actually behind him. He didn't trust the gods and like... who can blame him? Greek gods do all kinds of crazy shit all the time.

But Barbatos? He'd know. He'd know somehow if MC was behind him. Not only that, but there's no way anybody would trick him. I think if they did, they'd unlock Murderous Barb in two seconds flat and I'm convinced that guy could kill a god if he wanted to. He's a very patient demon, but he won't stand being tricked over something like that. You do that, you forfeit your life. Possibly being dragged to the infamous dungeon even.

It'd be harder for Solomon. He just doesn't have the same kind of all-knowing master of time nonsense that Barb has. I feel like he'd be more on par with Orpheus, if older and wiser due to the whole immortality thing.

To be honest, I kinda see Solomon being the one to do the tricking. Like I don't think he'd just accept a deal like that. I don't think he'd trust it. So he'd either try to negotiate for something he does feel okay with or he'd use his magic to somehow hold the god accountable. (Not sure if it'd actually be Hades in this scenario since we're talking about the Underworld... wouldn't it be interesting if it was Diavolo????? OMG that would change my Barb answer lol. But let's assume it isn't him, but some other entity of Death or something.) I just think Solomon would be more likely to use his magic to guarantee that things go the way he would want them to.

If for some reason he couldn't do any of that, though, and it just came down to him having to walk out of the Underworld without turning around... I think he could do it. I think it'd be really hard for him. But I think he could do it. Especially if MC was still really young when they died.

MAN. That's tragic. Good thing this isn't something all our fools would have to do can you imagine???

[simsonico]

HII!! first of all, I really love your cc I COULD LITERALLY BREATHE THEM!! THEY'RE SO ETHEREAL 😭😭🙏 I REALLY LOVE YOUR WORK!! Also, if it's not too much, can you ever consider doing meshes from life makeover game? They got pretty good outfits, and it's mostly similar to shining Nikki ones, just a little more varied. There's a tutorial outta there on ripping lm meshes , if that helps! https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qCtVgpn_cYZu5InKwje7dQAx5oszt8ia3xNWfiUjS7A/edit?usp=drivesdk

Love your cc again!! Thank you so much for your efforts!!(⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Hiii, omg I'm very glad you enjoy my conversions!!! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) I appreciate the tutorial! I did look into LM, and I did find a way to rip some of the meshes but the tutorial you sent me might be even better so I will take a look at it for sure.

I'm currently converting some shoes from the game.

WIP:

However, the outfits are a different story...they are too high poly for the Sims to handle. Well, most of them are. It depends on the dress, but the more intricate ones are so high poly they don't even load into S4Studio.

I was thinking about converting some of the more simple meshes, but it's a shame because the bigger dresses/suits are so gorgeous and detailed.

If anyone has found a solution for this, or a way to make the meshes into a lower poly version (without decimating it, because I tried that too and it looked awful), let me know!

[astronnova]

no on god if you feel like it i wanna hear your issues with s4 bc i was also kinda iffy on it... i thought that was just me tbh LMAO

OKAY... haha im glad its not just me

lego monkie kid has this overarching theme of "the world is what you make of it / anyone can be a hero, make the most of your abilities / with the support of your friends and belief in yourself, you can do anything". at least, that's the narrative i was getting.

Lady Bone Demon represented the idea that fate is unchangeable and that means you should stop trying to "make a difference/change". she, ironically, claims herself has a harbinger of "destiny" and attempts to force this viewpoint on the world. she tries to change the world to fit her image. her ice powers could be symbolic of how her mindset is meant to freeze others into place and keep them from taking action against her.

so, in contrast, MK is meant to represent the opposite, aka the overarching narrative theme. when MK defeats her, he even says that "the perfect world is what you make of it, so as long as i have my friends by my side, the world is perfect!". it's a pretty clear indication of what the show is trying to get across to the audience.

MK's backstory is unknown throughout s1-3. we just have the general of Pigsy and Tang being important role models in his life and the idea that he recently changed his name/nickname to be MK, and that originally he had a name that was "really a mouthful". not much is really needed for a hero like MK to work in a story like this. honestly? the more boring the character's original life, the better. it hammers home the idea that anyone can be a hero.

we're never fully told why Wukong picked MK as his successor, but one can assume it's because of Wukong's "i've been kinda watchin' you" comments that Wukong has studied MK and deemed him suitable. i know i, along with a couple others, assumed it's because MK was "worthy". even the staff seems to allow those who are "worthy" to lift it, proven by when MK loses the ability in the fight against Macaque in s1. he says "i can't ... i'm not strong enough". i'm gonna quickly mention that this means the Monkey King Powers (tm) are rooted in believing in yourself, which is fitting since Wukong was an allegory for the power of the mind. anyway. the entire season MK's powers are referred to as Monkey King Powers by the cast and himself. there's even that glowy, golden power stone thing that Macaque removes from MK, effectively "taking his powers". that confirms the idea that power can be shared, meaning Wukong most likely just quietly gave his powers to MK when he lifted the staff. this, along with the fact that Wukong could shut off MK's powers kind of proves the idea that Wukong gave MK the powers in the first place. if that wasn't true, then somebody in MK's life, or himself, would have noticed something being off.

TL;DR, s1-3 MK started as a regular delivery boy who was given Monkey King's powers, and he represents the idea that anyone can become a hero and that you just need to believe in yourself and your friends.

now that the set up is outta the way, here's my gripes with season 4 lol

MK is given a backstory that, in a way, proves Lady Bone Demon right: destiny is unchangeable. he is another stone monkey, born of an egg similar (or originating from) Wukong's stone egg. we don't ... really know why? there's a lot of holes in this, like

how did MK go all the way from the mountain top to Pigsy's noodles? why to Pigsy's of all places?

if MK is a stone monkey, why does he take on a human form from birth?

if the powers he possess are all innate and not given, why has he never noticed/used them before? did he just ... not use them? even on accident? (that feels like lazy writing.)

it feels kind of obvious, at least to me?, that this backstory is... made up for this and future seasons. it doesn't really apply to s1-3 MK. it's retconned in. which, okay, fine, it's a kids show made to sell toys like ninjago, of course they're going to start adding random stuff in, they gotta sell those toys. the kids need a cool action show to get them interested in them toys. but my issues stems from the fact that the message of the show has changed.

MK is no longer the everyman underdog hero for kids to look up to, he was specifically born to be an all-powerful stone monkey. this isn't the story of a normal guy becoming a hero, it's the story of an all powerful being just... realizing they're all powerful. he was destined to be this way. it feels almost negative, if ya catch my drift. this, along with the retcons (???) to the rest of the cast, just leaves a weird taste in my mouth.

the others, Pigsy, Tang, Sandy, and Mei, are no longer the reincarnations of the pilgrims, but are now the descendants. mei is an exception, since she was always Ao Lie's 1000x great grand daughter, but the others? they were always thought of as reincarnations. the descendant thing feels like a quick retcon. for what? i have no idea. the only thing i can think of is the narrative question for the heroes of "the sins of the father" type deal, where they have to prove that they are better people than their ancestors. this... also applies to MK, in an odd way? the show has made comments of how Wukong regrets many things in his life and that no one has let him forget about his mistakes, something that could tie into the narrative idea of The Next Generation (tm) being better than the old guys. he even tells MK that he's done so much more for the world than Wukong ever did himself. this is weird, because MK and Wukong are not related. at least in a direct descendant kind of way (such as father -> son confirmed by writer/producer, David Breen. as for sibling relationship? god i hope not.) although MK says in s4, and Sandy in s3, that this is Just A Theory that they're descendants/reincarnations, it's still pretty blatantly showed that it's true.

my issue is that this feels like character assignation, of the old pilgrims and of our current cast. issues that characters didnt really have (mei's "anger", for example) are being put into the series to give them some sort of obstacle to overcome, even though there's plenty organic obstacles in the narrative. and damn, poor mk. i guess im just mourning the loss of our regular ass dude who has been exchanged for a..... uh..... fanfic-like backstory? i know i know that's a "cringe" remark to make, but it's the only analogy i can think of at the moment. imagine pitching this

okay, so our main character, get this, is gonna be a stone monkey JUST like the monkey king. AND he's gonna have all the monkey king's powers. he'll be born from the same stone, too. it's like he's another wukong but for the kids!

i'm exaggerating, but still. like .. ???

now, not everything was bad or something i didnt like! i loved the conflict azure presented, and i love MK grappling with the idea of "everything being his fault". it reflects wukong's problems in a cool way (now if they'd EXPLORE THAT!!!). azure brings up a pretty good point and one i did NOT thing they would ever do: the idea that the celestials are corrupt and self serving. azure has a point here, and the conflict is pretty damn cool. i just kinda wish the heroes' narrative would also be a response to this conflict? like s1-3. but w/e i guess

i kinda expected a change in direction since the director and some writing staff were changed from s1-3 to this season. but uhhhh not like this </3

now!!!!! i am not completely set in stone with this current idea of lego monkie kid because there's a season 5 on it's way. the story will continue, and i assume we will get our closure on the azure lion arc. im kinda worried about how that closure will happen but uhhh future us problem. MK is also at the height of his darkest hour/self doubt by the end of this season, so hopefully s5 will address this and explore the solution. what narrative solution r they gonna present??????? no fuckin clue theres like no hints i hae no idea where they're going with this. foreshadowing? never met her.

(also, side tangent, there is no way that this was Planned From The Beginning)