#go to the bank after this. augh

[moteldogs]

did you know you can’t get a PO box without a physical address. what the fuck’s the point then

[tillman]

Consolidating package save me. Save me consolidated package.

[swampdrive]

They actually had hen of the woods at the store today and im having SUCH a great day now askfnkge

[cutup4ngels]

moving out (whenever that happens) is going to be so bad for me bc i take psychic damage every time a dollar leaves my bank account

[i23kazu]

GENSHIN MEN & ACTS OF AFFECTION .

characters. xiao zhongli diluc kaeya childe neuvillette x gn!reader genre. romantic fluff. an. augh | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

xiao prefers cheek caresses – for you, and for him. the soft, sweet sign of gentleness is his own little way of saying that he cherishes you. each time he holds your cheek in the palm of his hand, a soft, warm glow fills the both of you – your love is precious, your love is warmth, and your love is sweet.

zhongli

zhongli loves to have your fingers intertwined with his when he's walking alongside you; your hands seem to fit perfectly in his, wrapping it around his fingers like a tight cocoon of love. the sweet act almost looks like an embodiment of your connection, and he kisses your cheek right after.

diluc

diluc, your husband, pampers and indulges you in lovely forehead kisses. he gathers you in his arms, pressing his forehead to yours, then presses a sweet kiss on top as you lay your head on his shoulder. he whispers sweet things as he runs his fingers through your hair, his soft speech lulling you to sleep.

kaeya

kaeya's arms wrap around you, pulling you in tighter than you think he can. you rest your head against his neck and bury your face into his chest – he smiles, humming all the way. nothing bothers you, at least, not anymore; not when the two of you are together like this. things are fine and lovely and you wish it can be like this all the time.

childe

childe embraces you from behind, pulling you into a bear hug. his words are soft and gentle as your frame trembles with sobs. maybe everything will be okay now, because he's here. childe eventually pulls you onto his lap and sits on the bathroom floor with you, humming a sweet sound, and wiping your tears away with his thumb.

neuvillette

neuvillette slips his hands in yours as the two of you walk through the opera epiclése's gardens, a soft smile finally found on his face. the melusines look up to you in awe, quietly whispering and giggling and running away. shall we? he asks, offering his hand out to you as he gestures towards the opera's steps.

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[tartagliove]

I want to know more about the fox Childe and bunny Reader fic please 🥺 The Zhongli/Reader one as well

hiii Em!! I'm SO glad you asked hehe I'm very excited to talk a bit about this fic!

both fics take place in the same shapeshifter au where anyone with a vision also can shapeshift into an animal!

fox! Childe x bunny! Reader

Reader works for Yelan and helps to gather information (being a bunny can be pretty useful for that) when you are caught spying on the Fatui by Childe!

he can't let you share what you've heard, so he captures you (after an intense chase scene hehe)

he ends up bringing you back to where he's staying at the Northland Bank and decides to keep you captive until after the Fatui plans happen. all the Fatui are o.o at Childe walking in with a rabbit under his arm but they're not going to say a thing about the 11th Harbinger suddenly wanting to keep a pet because they'd like to keep their heads, thank you

anyway you start to find that Childe is growing on you the longer you spend in his presence and learn about him. (featuring a visit from Teucer!)

eventually you escape for good and return to your regular job, working at Yelan's teahouse, when suddenly Childe starts stopping by for tea and nearly gives you a heart attack the first time he shows up

I don't want to spoil too much about the reveal but!! some random hints about what I want to include throughout the fic: Reader gets a ribbon collar from Childe, a second intense chase scene, two visits to Bubu Pharmacy and an appearance from Qiqi, Childe in a half-transformed state with fox ears and claws and a tail, and some biting (not necessarily in that order)

dragon! Zhongli x cat! Reader

I don't have very concrete ideas for this yet, but:

thinking of a foreign Reader who arrives in Liyue who doesn't know much about all that went down with the Geo archon

Reader decides to explore the stone forest (perhaps you're an adventurer and your commissions take you there?) when you stumble across a dragon napping on one of the mountain peaks and ngl he looks pretty comfortable and it's sunny out, so you take a break and join him on a nearby rock

once you're back in Liyue you start running into Zhongli and then suddenly on your commissions to remote places, more often then not you'll find a dragon already there napping

and that's about it!

I am sooooo excited for the fox! Childe x bunny! Reader dynamic augh it has already been fun to write thus far and I can't wait to write more of it. once I make more progress I might share some snippets hehe. and if anyone has any questions or would like me to expand on things, feel free to let me know! c:

[waitingandwishing]

(Cross posted on tumblr and AO3)

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Number Eight watched from a balcony on the bank she had snuck into with the others as a bunch of burly robbers looted the place.

"Make sure they stay behind the counters!" One of them hollered. He held up a walkie-talkie. "Now, I didn't wanna do this, but unfortunately, you've forced my hand."

"Damn!" Number 3 trotted up beside him and looked at him from the side.

"Hey! Go back with the other hostages, now," he growled.

"I heard a rumor," she giggled.

"Excuse me?" Number Eight recognized the signs of his dwindling patience.

"I heard a rumor that you shot your friend in the foot," she said to him. He slowly turned and cocked his gun, hypnotized by her ability.

"What're you - augh!" The bullet ripped through his leg and he fell to the floor in a writhing heap. Number Eight hopped up onto the ledge of the balcony as Luther came crashing through the ceiling, glass clattering as it hit the floor. 

He slammed a goon against the counter and then proceeded to throw him through a window. Number Eight sighed before following him through the window.

"Guns are for sissies, real men throw knives!" Number Two shouted as he threw one of his signature knives. It went forward before curving abnormally and stabbing a robber in the chest. 

She landed on the ground and ran up to a robber, jumping and tightening the garrote around her wrists before landing on the mans shoulder and choking him until he passed out.

A robber quickly hopped onto the counter and menacingly waved his firearm, messily aiming at us. "Get back you freaks!"

"Hey, be careful up there, buddy," Number Two shouted.

"Yeah, wouldn't want you to get hurt," Number 3 added smugly.

Five appeared on the counter beside the robber with a loud whoosh. "What could you possibly do?" Bang bang! Five space-jumped behind the robber to avoid the gunshots.

The man whirled around and brandished his weapon. Five looked down and looked back up with a mocking grin, "That's one badss stÆpler!" Five smirked before he slammed the office tool into the man's head and the goon fell of the counter, unconscious.

The seven of them slowly approached a door that led to a vault. Number Eight could see the silhouettes of more guys inside. "Do I really have to do this?" Number Six asked, pouting.

"C'mon Ben, it's only a couple more guys," Luther said, gesturing to the door.

Number Eight stepped up, nudging the boy. "I'll go with you." 

Number Six sighed, "Fine. At least I didn't wanna do this."

The two of them slid into the room, both of them not very happy about their situation. Number Eight ran up behind one of the robbers and wrapped the garrote around their neck before they collapsed to the ground. 

Behind her, Number Six unleashed four long appendages that wrapped around more goons, one per tentacle. 

Number EIght breathed in and out before moving one of the cabinets and slamming it into three of the men. Number Eight turned around to face her blood-drenched comrade, even the whites of his domino mask had been colored red.

The poor guy could probably barely see. Number Eight wiped the blood off of his domino mask, "Mother will wash it for you, Ben. Don't worry."

"Thanks, Y/N." Number Six breathed out a shaky breath. Without another word to each other, the two of them exited the vault room. "I wanna go home." Number Six whined to the others.

"I think there are reporters outside," Number 3 said.

"Guess it's time for our close-up!" Number 4 giggled gleefully, slinging his arms around Number Eight. "Ugh, you've got blood on your cheek!"

Five rolled his eyes, "Take a look at Ben, genius." They all chuckled a bit - even Number Six - as they left the building.

Number Eight's smile immediately fell as she stood bored beside her siblings - specifically Number Five - as cameras flashed in their faces and reporters shouted more questions than she had time to answer. 

After a while, their "father" stepped in front of the seven of them. Speaking of Seven, where was Vanya? Number Eight sighed, she was so bored.

"Hey, wanna bet that Vanya's up there?" Five whispered. Number Eight turned and nodded.

"I feel bad, she should be down here having fun with us." The girl sighed. Five put his arm around his best friend with a smirk before turning to her.

"Don't worry, we'll have all the time in the world to be with her at home." Five smiled.

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Vanya sat down next to Y/N and Five as she looked over at the two. "Is that blood?" She asked. Y/N hissed as she had almost forgotten about the now stinging bullet wound in her side.

Five looked at his arm, not noticing the blood on his white collar. "It's nothing." He said.

"I think she meant your collar." Y/N said, coughing and wincing once again.

"Why are you here?" Vanya asked.

Five sighed, "I've decided you're the only one I can trust. Not including Y/N." Five said.

"Why me?" Vanya asked again.

"Because you're ordinary."

Y/N cleared her throat and Five rolled his eyes. "Because you'll listen." He corrected himself.

Vanya stared at him before nodding, getting up to get medical supplies for both the injured 'teenagers'. Y/N sighed, coughing once again.

"You don't do well with pain, do you?" Five asked.

"It's normal for me, but it's not like I'm numb to pain." Y/N said.

Vanya came back, carrying medical supplies as she sat down and signaled for Y/N to lift her shirt up.  "It's fine, Vanya. You should treat Five first, after all, he's the one-" Y/N was interrupted by Vanya.

"You've been shot, Cici. Please, lift up your shirt." Vanya sighed. Y/N reluctantly raised her shirt just enough to see the open wound.

She gritted her teeth as Vanya cleaned it with rubbing alcohol. As Five explained what happened in the apocalypse, Y/N's mind had wandered. 'I don't want to be a burden for Vanya, especially when she's done so much. And after all, Five's still hurt as well. My wound will be fine.'

"Y/N?" Vanya's quiet voice whispered. 

The girl looked up and smiled, "Yes?"

"Did you want anything to drink?"

"I'm good, thank you though." Y/N said as Vanya walked over to the couch where Y/N was seated and grabbed two blankets. 

"I know it's not a lot, but please just stay here for the night, okay? We can talk about all of this in the morning, I promise."

Y/N took a blanket with a smile, "Thanks, Vanya."

She flashed the younger-looking girl a weak smile. "Goodnight."

"'Night," They both replied as she went into her room.

Five went over to Y/N on the couch. She sat up, coughing as she scrutinized Five's shirt. "What?" Five asked. Y/N lifted her hands and adjusted his tie.

"Your tie was always so crooked." Y/N said before smiling slightly and lying back down again.

"We should go." Five said. Y/N sat up once again.

"'We'? What about Vanya?" Y/N crossed her arms.

"Don't you remember anything I said? If you stay with me, then there's a slight chance that we could stop the apocalypse." Five said.

"But..." Y/N's voice trailed off. She didn't want to leave Vanya, but she also didn't want to end the world. Perhaps not ending the world would be the better option than leaving Vanya... Y/N nodded, "Ready when you are, captain."

"Good. Now let's go." Five said and opened the white wooden door, Y/N following him out.

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As soon as it opened, Y/N and Five were on it. They checked in, jumped up a few flights to the main lobby and waited. Five rolled the eye in his hand, pacing around waiting.

Everything was white, walls, floors, ceiling. Spotless white plastic. The wall behind the front desk was all windows. The doors to our left and right were glass, leading into offices and down corridors.

After about half an hour someone acknowledged them. "Uh, can I help you?" Five had had his back to him and Y/N was looking around.

He was in his late twenties/early thirties, wore a lab coat over a God awful jumper and black trousers. His curly black hair was short and combed over to one side. Five turned to look at him.

"I need to know who this belongs to." Five said, walking up to the doctor and holding up the eye.

"Where did you get that?" He asked.

"What do you care?" Five asked. Y/N frowned at Five before looking back at the doctor with a slight smile.

"We found it. Says on the back that you made it so we figured we'd be kind and drop it off at whoever owns it." The dark haired girl said.

Five nodded and looked back at the doctor. "Yeah, must have just," He clicked his tongue. "Popped out. Like she said, we wanna return it to its rightful owner."

"Aw," The woman behind the front desk said "What thoughtful young children."

Five smiled. "Yeah. Look up the name for me will ya?" He asked nicely.

"Uh, I'm sorry but patient records are strictly confidential." The doctor cut in.

Y/N smiled innocently at him. "Don't worry, we won't tell. It’ll be our little secret, sir." He laughed.

"As much as I'd like to believe you, I still can't. But I'll tell you what I can do. I will take that eye off your hands and return it to the owner. I'm sure he or she will be very grateful so if I can just-" He reached out to grab it.

Five moved his hand away. "Yeah, you're not touching this eye." He said warningly.

The doctor furrowed his brow. "Now you listen here young man-"

Five snapped. He grabbed the doctor by the collar and dragged him down to be at eye level with him. "No," Five said "You listen to me asshole. I've come a long way for this, through some shit your pea brain couldn't even comprehend. So just give me the information I need, and I'll be on my merry way. And if you call me young man one more time, I'm gonna put your head through that damn wall."

"Five..." Y/N sighed.

"Oh dear," The woman behind the counter said.

"Call security," The doctor said quietly. The woman hastily picked up the phone.

"Real subtle..." Y/N sighed, folding her arms.

Five let go of the doctor and shot him a look as they both walked out.

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The duo stood in Five's old room. He was staring out the window and Y/N was sitting on the bed, fiddling with her bracelet to pass the time. They heard footsteps and a second later, Vanya appeared in the door. She gasped when she saw them. "Oh thank God." She walked in. "I was worried sick about you."

“Sorry I left without saying goodbye."

"No look, I'm the one that should be saying sorry. I was dismissive, and, I guess I didn't know how to process what you were saying. And I still can't, to be honest."

Five had walked up to her and clicked his tongue. "Maybe you were right to be dismissive. Maybe it wasn't real after all." He walked away. "It felt real." He continued, "Well, like you said, the old man did say time travel could contaminate the mind."

"Maybe I'm not the right person you should be talking to." Vanya said "Look I used to see someone, a therapist. I could give you her information."

"Thanks but," Five looked at the bed. "I think I'm gonna get some rest. It's been a long time since I've had a good sleep."

"Okay." Vanya nodded and walked out.

"You shouldn't be lying to Vanya, at least say you'd like to be alone for now." Y/N frowned.

"Then why didn't you say anything?" Five rolled his eyes. 

Y/N pursed her lips, "Because I want to figure out how to prevent the end of the world."

“Well, clearly you care about the world more than your siblings.”

“That’s rich coming from you, Five.”

The cupboard door opened and the two both jumped. Klaus half climbed half fell out, taking half the stuff inside with him. He put a hand on his heart. "That's so," Half the wardrobe fell out with him. "Touching. All that stuff about family and Dad and time. Wow."

Klaus looked at them before pouting, "Aw, are mummy and daddy fighting?"

"Would you shut up?" Five hissed, "She'll hear you."

"I'm moist." Klaus continued, ignoring Five. He wore a floral pattern blouse with frills all over the place and tight black pants with lace up sides.

"I told you to put on something professional." Five said, spying the outfit.

"What? This is my nicest outfit." Klaus said.

"We'll raid the old man's closest." He said.

"Whatever. As long as I'm getting paid." Klaus said following them out the room.

"When the job is done." Y/N and Five both said.

"Okay but just so we're clear on the finer details," They stopped and looked at him. "I just gotta go into this place and pretend to be your dear old dad, correct?"

"Yeah. Something like that." Five said.

"So what's our cover story?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I'm not sure that they're not gonna ask for your life story Klaus," Y/N said, crossing her arms.

"Yeah but like, was I really young when I had you two? Like sixteen? Like young and terribly misguided?" He put his hands on his heart. Klaus continued. "Your mother, that slut, whoever she was. We met at... the disco. Okay? Remember that." He snapped his fingers. "Oh my God, the sex was amazing-"

"What a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain." Five said, shaking his head as they headed down the stairs.

"Don't make me put you in time out." Klaus said. Y/N chuckled slightly as Klaus hugged her again.

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Belle you keep teasing us with the hell on wheels au and I am here to beg most politely for some tiny crumbs. What is this treat you have cooking up for us in your big big brain????

Well...the explanation is very long but basically Augh Motorcycle Helmets Big Sexy.

So it's just Vibes at this point but grew into something more, especially after @miasmaghoul posted about mechanic Cirrus fucking Swiss. I adopted that immediately into what is now known as the Hell On Wheels Au, the barebones of which have been rattling around in my brain for about a year but exploded with thoughts quite recently.

The Ghouls are a Satanist Biker Gang that fully leans into the aesthetic, party at bars and get into fights but during the daytime? They rev their motorcycles and stand in court rooms as kids testify against their abusers. They work in partnership with local community support groups, have domestic violence flyers up in bathrooms, even have their own local version of an Angel Shot called a Devil Shot where one will pick you up from the bar if you've been roofied and takes you to the hospital while another hunts down the lowlife who did it and gives them a little talking to. Violence isn't usually involved since they have a reputation but they're fond of saying they never forget a face. Interpret that how you will.

This all evolved from a Vibes Based Daydream I had where Dew's bike broke down so he had to be Ifrit's backpack. And when they pull up at a red light, Ifrit's old chapter leader Alpha is there and he tells Dew "Killswitch him, it'll be payback for (something completely fucking made up)" EXCEPT when Dew hops off and turns the key to shut down the bike, the light turns green and Ifrit hollers something at Dew before popping a wheelie and racing away, leaving Dew to sweat nervously in the fish bowl distortion of his own reflection in the helmet glaring down at him.

"Get on." Alpha says gruffly and Dew seriously contemplates running before Alpha revs his bike again and growls "you run and you're fucking out." Because their whole thing is facing consequences, right?? So Dew's his passenger princess and Alpha takes him out of town on a backroad to a tall grassy knoll where Dew thinks he's going to be buried and parks his bike.

He meets the bookkeeper, a hulking retired boxer known in his glory days as Omega and they chat as Alpha looms threateningly in the background.

Notes: Swiss and Ifrit ride 1000cc sports bikes whereas I'm going for a more classical, solid build for Alpha. Or a chopper. Can't decide.

"This is all I have." I said to Miasma, but it proved to be a lie as my brain is forever a hamster running desperately on a wheel.

Swiss harasses the corrupt police force (defroque is the sheriff's son??) with Ifrit and Sunny, they do a lot of night rides with no plates and lead them in goose chases after triggering speed traps. Drop a gear and disappear, baby.

Aether does a lot of charity stuff and mostly works with local food banks to be a one man Meal on Wheels (ok...yup. get it out) for elderly and disabled folks. He dreams of owning a food truck with his buddy Mountain but right now he's happy to show up to court with a saddlebag of whatever he thinks that little tyke might appreciate or need.

Mountain is the son of a local cafe owner Terra, who was quite the hell raiser in her heyday but now is content to enjoy her retirement with her partners, Ivy (agoraphobic landscaper) and Pebble (weed dealer). He has a sidecar he brings Rain and Zephyr to work in. Rain's got a fruity little scarf.

Aeon as the new kid in town working two jobs to afford a bike of his own, Imperator as a lawyer/ex pinup model because learning is expensive. Copia is her assistant/son determined to make his mother proud but also can't help but wonder why exactly she chose to work in this distant town and what her relationship is to that decrepit old man sitting in the park, feeding the birds from his wheelchair and seems to know an odd amount of detail about a certain tricycle, hidden away in the depths of the shed. Copia doesn't like talking to him. Nihil knows too much and yet, can't remember anything at all.

Aurora is someone who prefers to pedal around town on her old mountain bike, vlogging her downright dangerous escapades that make seasoned motorcyclists sweat (motocross? BMX? She just likes her old bike. She does delivery for local restaurants and is a living legend in delivery times. Aeon's also into free running/parkour/skateboarding and they have a friendly...? competition over completion times.

Cirrus restores cars as a hobby and is a mechanic with Cumulus, who specializes in paint jobs on top handling the books and stock. Swiss loves it when she fucks him Amazon style on her prize restoration car (model make and year TBD) and he tells her about this little delivery biker who popped a forward wheelie on the other side of a red light, did something complicated that involved walking on her front wheel and stepping on the pedals before setting the bike frame easily back down and pedalling calmly past Swiss. Cirrus knows her of course, but Swiss hasn't earned that knowledge yet. Or his orgasm.

Sunny works in the shop too as an apprentice.

Cumulus likes to flirt with Mist, who owns the local dirt track. "As much as anyone can own a dirt field." Mist says. She's a water-skier, wheels aren't her preferred mode of speed.

The Emeritus family crossed over from Italy sometime in the last couple centuries. Ask anyone and they'll tell you where the real power in the city lies, with the unholy Trinity of the three offspring. But here, see, that's on the down low, see? One of them has to be Papa Emeritus, that enigmatic and rarely seen figure, who takes care of people who put their faith in him and that's more than the local priest ever does. Funny how that church building gets fancier and fancier every year while Mrs. Abernathy down the street can't even afford her medical bills. You know they're holding a fundraiser to build a heated hallway from the rectory to the church because Defroque slipped and fell on the ice last winter and now he's whining about needing a safe path to the building?

Be a real shame if something happened to all that money. Can you imagine Father Jim slipping every Sunday? Not that he's stable any other day of the week, mind you. I get the feeling, those prayers retreats of his....Mmm. but that's just gossip.

Ah well. You know, this is a quiet little town when all those bikers aren't revving their engines. But there's stories to be found in it, if you're willing to wait and be patient. Good things, and all that.

[wasyago]

hello hello! if u ever do decide to get more into prime defenders, the first seven episodes are a little iffy but i can attest to it getting better (WAY WAY better) after that, and apparently season 2 is even better. so it might be worth getting into at some point if ur interested ^^

also would HIGHLY recommend blood in the bayou if u like horror because. my god it’s my favorite campaign BY A LOT which is saying something cuz i love all the campaigns i’ve listened to so much, but blood in the bayou hits different. it’s run by charlie, very horror based with a really cool premise that charlie executed fantastically, and it’s only got four episodes ^^

either way i’ve finally caught up w riptide and can finally go through your art for it and oh boy it’s literally so so so cool i’m losing my mind, i love how you draw la alma he is so friend shaped

i hope you’re having a great day, and be sure to Just Roll With It! (<- very funny yet incredibly subtle reference. i’m so tired)

hehehhehe i love the reference >:)c always hear it in grizzly's voice in my head ("and just roll with it baybee!!") and also waaa thank you, i love drawing la alma <3 kitty <3 need to draw more of him, but also there's so many cool npc's that i also want to draw aughh not enough hours in a day smh i need twice as much, maybe thrice.....

about other campaigns!

i think someone said in the tags (or replies, don't remember) under my post that first 7 episodes of pd were kinda eh, and it did feel like the first episodes were less serious and less engaging. like, literally my favorite characters after watching them are tide and wavelength, which is like???? one of them barely talked even. but i do believe that it gets better, i saw some of the art and it looks amazing and super interesting!

blood in the bayou. im so absolutely INSANE about. charlie as a dm is SO fucking good im kicking screaming and crying im not normal. everything from the voices he does to the way he explains things and creates atmosphere to the way he treats players and characters augghhbhhbbbbb words cannot explain how much i love it. i LOVE blood in the bayou, its literally perfect in every aspect. the setting, the game, the art (dont get me started on the art), augh augh augh augh--

both of them (and apotheosis!!!) are on patreon tho, which i sadly don't have access to, no matter how bad i want to watch them or to know what happens next. don't want to get into politics much, but. its not that i don't have 10 dollars or however much the lowest tear is, patreon just doesn't work where i live. same as spotify, paypal, steam, and all the other payed services. vpn works for twitter, instagram, ao3, tiktok, but everything that includes banks and dealing with money and paperwork doesn't get fixed by just changing connection unfortunately. it has its benefits, i don't get ads on youtube or twitch, but everything else sucks. and atm the only real way to deal with it is move to another country... (which sounds pretty good, ngl)

[ninjastormhawkkat]

The Definition Of A Name - Part 1

(A gift for @erraticeris) "Earth to Science Nerd. Hey are you still with us Stevie." 17 year old Steven blinked out of his daze and turned to face the person who was calling his name. A teenage African woman with braided hair, parts dyed red, and amber eyes was staring at him. An amused smirk plastered on her face as she once again caught her best friend zoning out form reality, being consumed by the many thoughts swarming through his brain. Steven's startled look soon turned into annoyance as he finally registered what his friend had just said to him. "Really, you know I find that nickname annoying." Steven pouted. His friend pretended to not know what he was talking about. "Science Nerd or Stevie?" "Both." Steven bluntly stated. She paused before giving him a cocky look. "Well it's only fair that I get to tease you with a nickname you hate like you do for me. I like being called Rebecca." Steven rolled his eyes in a playing manner. "Well then how else am I supposed to tease you and get under your skin like a good friend should. Nothing else works." Rebecca crossed her arms, pretending to be overly prideful of her character. "Well superheroes like myself have to make sure nasty villains like you can't exploit any weakness." A silent pause emanated through the air before the two friends burst out laughing. "Gee whiz you sounded like one of those corny cartoon heroes on television." Steven laughed out. Rebecca giggled in agreement. "I know that was so bad." After a few more minutes of laughing, Rebecca became solemn. Her facial expression became one of concern and worry. "But seriously dude, Are you okay? You were looking a little bit grim when you were spacing out earlier." Steven's joyful look frowned at his friend's question clearly laced with genuine worry over him. Steven's face bore a solemn and baffled look as he sat up on the park bench they were sitting at on this pleasant day in Hope City. "It's my dad Rebecca." Steven admitted with a sigh. He noted his friend becoming suddenly alert with good reason. "He's acting...off. I can't explain it. But the last few days, my dad has been committing crimes with medium to little effort. I know my dad excels in his work, but most of his crimes lately are typical ones committed by regular criminals. A bank robbery here, one or two victims there. He has even let me go on more solo crimes than usual." Rebecca remained quiet, pondering Steven's words. "Do you think the Grim Reaper has a big scheme he's planning?" She hesitantly asked. Steven didn't reply as his eyes now focused on the ground, hands writing with nervous hesitation. Rebecca frowned as she knew what Steven was trying not to do here. She placed a gentle hand on her friend's shoulders, getting his attention back to her. "Steven I know we made a rule to never discuss villain and hero business outside of our costumes, but your dad has always been dangerous and unpredictable. I need to know if there is something serious is going to happen so the people can be prepared and better protected." Steven grunted in frustration. "I don't know, maybe. It's just dad has always included me in his big schemes. He has never kept me in the dark before. Or maybe I am overthinking this and dad is probably slowing down because he plans to retire soon. Oh who am I kidding. Maddrix the Malicious only retires when he is dead. Augh! I just don't know Rebecca. Dad and I don't ever keep secrets from each other. I just don't know what he is trying to hide from me if he is even hiding anything. What if.." Steven's rambling ceased when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him in a comforting hug. "It's okay Steven. Breath in. Breath out. No need to overanalyze anything here." Rebecca calmly spoke, reassuring her friend and trying to keep him at ease. Steven took a deep breath and let out a gentle puff. Rebecca's technique was working on him like it always had.

@melodythebunny @erraticeris

[lost-in-the-pink-mist]

This is the last time I do this I SWEAR but I have more questions augh

If there was a 'last ronin' type situation, who would it be?

What are the individual dynamics like between pairs (brains and brawn, a team, etc)? Is there sibling rivalry?

What's splinter like? Is he a good parent?

What are the villains like (shredder, krang, bishop, etc)

Which iteration inspired you the most?

I'm sorry for all the questions, again, you don't have to answer all of them!! I'm just super curious and incredibly invested

Please don't make this the last time you do this, we LOVE answering questions!

1. Thinking about this, at first we thought it was a pretty even tie between Raph and Lee, with Raph having a wide variety of magical skills and a general talent when it comes to using them to their full potential, but in terms of raw power, determination, and efficiency, it all goes to Lee. A last Ronin Lee would be very bitter and revenge focused, you wouldn't want to cross her, her powers were already inherently deadly even when she didn't want to kill (most people) with them.

2. This became a whole thing so we're gonna put all that in its own post so no one has to deal with that wall of text!

3. Splinter tries his best, can't say he's perfect because no parent is, especially in circumstances like the one the Hamatos are in, but for the most part he tried to raise them like regular kids. The earliest form of their training came when Lee was around 6, and it was only agility training in the form of sports and fun games. When Lee was 10 lessons became self defense, and then when she was 13 that evolved into the basics of martial arts, her siblings being introduced to the lessons at the same ages she had been introduced to them. It could be rough sometimes, they had to move homes every few years, and Splinter had been very obviously keeping things from them, but he was trying to both protect them from knowledge that would have put them in danger and also slowly introduce them to the seriousness of their situation at an age appropriate time. If there was a guidebook for raising kids while in hiding, Splinter hadn't found one, so he had to go with his gut a lot unfortunately.

4. Well, Shredder (and above him, the Krang) is the main villain for this au. He's been a pain in the ass for a long, long time, and it might be kinda obvious but he's the reason Splinter is in hiding, the reason why a lot of things went wrong and are as bad as they are. He hasn't even done much himself really, at least, he hadn't done much before Splinter's disappearance, and even after that the turtles didn't even know he existed for years, but the threat itself isn't what Shredder can do, its the power the Krang have, so without them the Shredder is kinda a bit of a joke, not in the full comic relief way, more in the "the worst he can do is stab somebody" way, he's a good fighter for sure, but he's beatable.

Other than the Shredder Krang alliance, the villains are kinda average, they'd all be considered an episodic villain, one plan in one episode and then they disappear for a little while before coming back with a new plan that'll be dealt with in that same episode. Bishop specifically we thought about for a long time, but in the end we decided to not have him appear in this iteration (at least, not in what we consider "part one" of the iteration, we'll go over his potential again to see if he would suit "part two" more), he just didn't suit the tone.

For original villains, we do have one group, we've mentioned them before, the polyamorous theatre group, who's theatre had been a casualty to one of Angie's bombs resulting in them swearing to ruin the turtles lives (and trying to rob banks and stuff on the side, to get enough money to rebuild), they have every skill you can think of and teach them to each other, and they can appear anywhere thanks to those skills, anything from being an ominous group of knive wielding chefs to a construction crew working late. They go all in on costumes and always stay in character, so they don't even really have distinguishable identities, which makes it even harder to tell when they're gonna show up.

5. Largely when we think of litpm, we draw from 2012, with a little bit of Rise thrown in for certain characters and dynamics

Don't apologise for asking! We really love being given an excuse to ramble about this au, sometimes its hard to figure out how to get our ideas out because we don't even know where to start sharing, so having questions to answer is a lifesaver!

(We'll be posting the answer to #2 in a sec, its already ready to go, so keep an eye out for that too!)

[amplexadversary]

Okay more tag housekeeping. My re-organization project has fallen off but this might help me get it back on track

Critical Role: Tags standardized, record here next time I get a chance; CR [character first name], Keyleth, Mollymauk, Laudna, CR Guests, CR NPCs, CR Briarwoods, [whatever Cass and Kaylie's tags are], CR Setting, [however I did the cast members]

(ugghhhhhhhh wtf did I do for CR Specials? One post is going to have that until I FUCKIGN RECORD IT MORGAN AUGH)

Legend of Zelda: Standardized, record here next chance

Undertale: Standardized, record here next chance

Partial work done:

Ace Attorney: iconic names or ones that are unlikely to conflict are tagged [First Name] [Last name]. Names that someone could conceivably have, or are long are AA: [name]

This is just going to need a bank of examples I will not be able to come up with a consistent scheme for this work. AA: Apollo Justice,

Doctor Who: Doctors are their number spelled out (eg. Ten). Companions are "DW [name]." "non-linear" doctors get special tags (Ten2, War Dcotor, Forkteen)(get it? a fork of fourteen?). Monsters that are pretty unique are taggd with their name, and ones that could be confusing are "DW [monster]" (eg. "DW Cybermen")

Flight Rising: FR Dragons (for official site stuff), FR Familiars, FRDFA (Flight Rising Dragon Fanart), FR Wishlists (people posting about stuff they'd like), FR Lore, Fan Breeds, Fandragons, Morg's FRblogging (me stuff), Morg's Fandragons

Gundams:

-G Gundam: tags standardized, record here next chance

-IBO: We'll see.

-Turn A Gundam: TAG [character first name], TAG Diana & Kihel (they have to share sorry), TAG Harry Ord, Turn A (the machine), Turn X

-Gundam X: GX [name]

-UC Gundam: A mess. Needs help. Mostly going to be UC [specific thing], [name of mech], and occasionally the show [Zeta Gundam, ZZ Gundam, Gundam CCA, however I decide to format the original, etc]

-GWitch: GW [element]. No space because this show's search results keep leaking into G Gundam's

Pokemon: [individual pokemon names, as many as I care to do, starting with the most in-focus] [RGBY GSC RSE FRLG ColiXD DPPt HGSS BW (?) XY ORAS SMoon SwSh ScarVy] [PT [character name]] [region name] Pokemon AU,

Not Started: Ace Attorney: Assorted Ace Attorney, DGS, Assorted DGS,

Fullmetal Alchemist:

Pokemon: the biggest fustercluck of them all.

Sailor Moon:

Soul Eater:

Star Trek:

Zero Escape:

So many more.

I also need to start on my Ancient Sins tag but that is probably last priority after I figure out everything else.

[bunicompost]

London. Let’s chat. So immediately as I boarded the flight I expected an easy hour and forty minuet flight. Then they were there. Three obnoxious girls. Right behind me and my friend. Not only did they PURPOSELY kick the seats the whole time when my friend mentioned it they made fun of the request. Loudly imitating them and laughing. THEY CONTINUED. If anyone knows entitled girls in a dance competition in the UK area lmk. These girls yelled the whole time. They ruined the flight leaving us with a head ache and a need for 18+ liquor rules. Augh. They openly fetishized gay men and were rude and offensive even messing with the flight attendants. Ew. That’s disgusting. They left their shit everywhere. When we sped walked out the air vent they screamed offensive slurs they called my gay friend the f slur. As he confronted them they laughed and said it was fine cause it was a British thing. But they weren’t referring to a tasty snack of Marlboro reds. Anyways, we arrived and we’re stuck in transit for two hours. Then realizing that youth culture isn’t nearly as pervasive, we noticed everyone was in skinny jeans. We conduced this to the way that london silences it’s youth. In their culture never addressing oppression with the mind set of forget. Anyways we were made fun of by homophobic youth yet again. But we aren’t there yet. My friend and I gathered our currency in euros pounds and dollars. Like the dollar is worth more why can’t we use it everywhere. But like pay the debt of that to America so we can raise the debt Ceiling and actually fund stuff and have a not stupid universal currency, limiting this to the UK tho cause obvi not an option for other countries. So we decided to exchange but not one not two but 3 of the centers were closed. As someone visiting the country that was a hostile was to great us. Imagine having only dollars and trying to pay for a hotel to stay in need. Like I know it was an inconvenience for us but it could be someone’s housing or food for the day or night just saying. Make currency exchange accessible. We walked at least 2 miles with no luck. But our luck was only beginning. It started pouring and we couldn’t get inside our room. So we waited an hour out in the cold barley acquiring drinks; Smirnoff, which we could barely afford but you only lose once right? Yolo. Nah bitch. We had to walk in the rain again to finally get the key. After watching some amber lyn and complaining we walked out in a huff to go get salad meeting someone from our group. Salad was good. A blonde buzzcut boy kept staring and that’s when I realized we didn’t belong. On the walk home two men started laughing and making fun of us loudly for being cunty. Then it happens again ! Wtf london what’s with this homophobia. LET ME OPEN CARRY. But like let me be the only one I’m an American. A car drove past us in the rain and we yelled at it like our American spirit let’s us. But if your visiting london you have no rights cause their supposed liberal regime excludes the people in its sentiment. Instead of enacting social change. Weird asf why is it so bigoted I’m waiting. Call us annoying ugly Americans (not looks but personality and yeah guess our attitudes addressed the bigotry). But like get your shit together. Until you are having the changed fueled by the people instead of mediocre government you can’t expect any change from citizens. #saiditandimentit. Like America created the practice of the practice acceptance and they are adding pride flags without addressing the problem. To the people of london; I’m sure these are only isolated incidents and I do not hold this as the standard of the people living there (cause I believe in the people and progress) think of the people who represented your city today. Homophobes are our impression. I hope you help inform these people. London can heal. Be the change. Tbh for me Azelia Banks invented London. I wish I could say I wanted to be a British girl but like these homophobes put it to shame.

[sleepless-strawberry]

[WP] You're a super hero. But you don't have any powers, your jokes and puns are just so bad that villains hand themselves in.

After Tim Drake stopped being Batman's sidekick as the Robin. Choosing to strike out and find his own style of superhero-ing. As per tradition Batman adopted another orphan by the name of Raphael O'Frederick Larson or as he would call himself, ROFL. You see this particular Robin had a bit of a personality issue. He wasn't violent or traumatised or cold just well... a bit... *sigh* nevermind it would be easier to just show rather than tell.

The sound of the wailing sirens echoed through the halls of the bank as the hostages covered their heads with their arms on the floor. To scared to move and end up provoking the bank robber, the clown prince of crime himself, the Joker!

Conveniently enough Raphael was amongst the hostages in his civilian attire. As one of Joker's cronies patrolled by him he called out in a whisper only the armed clown could hear "Why did the henchman cross the road? So he could get to the park and sit on a bench, man!"

"Ugh!" The guard dropped to his knees "holy shit that's so chees-" and with that he had passed out from the shear shock that a joke could be that bad. Raphael took his chance quickly donning the clown uniform as a disguise.

Making his way around behind another guard he leaned in to whisper making the man's hair stand at the back of the neck at the stupidity of the pun "What did the bank robber see after he was attacked by a hero dressed as his teammate? De-skies!" (disguise) With that Raphael snapped the man's neck up to face the glass ceiling and the blue sky past that. "Cringe." That was all the man could mange to mutter out before entering a comatose state. More from the damage done by the terrible attempt at a joke rather than the snapping of his neck.

One by one Raphael creeped masquerading as one of the henchmen, disarming them quickly and efficiently with lines such as "why was the villain passed out? I went by him.", "How did the hero save the day? He used dis arm (this arm) on them.", "How did the detective manage to catch the thief named Robert? He spilled the tea about his name and was left with robber."

Finally all the henchmen have been taken out and Raphael in his full Robin persona was escorting the civilians out of the building. Unfortunately for him, the Joker had just realised what was going on and stepped out to confront Robin, holding a silly toy pistol that was more than capable of doing very real and serious damage.

"HA HA HA HA! We meet again! Boy Wonder!"

"Boy I wonder if that bit of your's will ever get old."

"Ugh!" The Joker bent a knee as blood spurted out of his mouth, his face twisting in pain. "Wh-what the fuck did you do?"

"Wanna hear a joke-r?"

"Ah! Please no! They're so fucking bad!"

"Guess what's my least favourite type of bird is? Robin a bank!"

"Augh!" The Joker dropped to the ground, using his hands to support his upper body as his face almost crashed into the pavement. "G-go fuck yourself you failed stand-up comedian!"

"Robin there, done that."

"AAAAAAAAGH!!!" The Joker clenched his hands around his ears and he let out a primal shriek "LA LA LA LA LA LA! I CAN'T HEAR YOUUUUUUU!"

Raphael walked closer to the insane man he was driving further insane "Heh, seems like you can't handle my raw-bin power!"

"YYAAAGH! SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"It's over Joker. Get in the Ro-bin!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!! YFGL3INQTWFCYQLXDTYFW4REFTUWYCEGHENRSUCFEK7HVYCGIKXW7TERGSYJUVHBIESRUBTFEGBKTUFJYCHGIEUKDUYWBET4GD"

And with those final words the Joker had a stroke just in time for Batman to arrive and call for Arkham Asylum so that Joker would be escorted back to his cell whilst frothing at the mouth and spasming.

Batman turned to look at his newest apprentice with a slight look of disapproval "You went to far Raphael."

"You may be right. He looked rather rough-ael."

"..."

KAH-POW! With that Batman punched Raphael right in his jaw knocking out his lights and saving the day from more acts of terrorism and psychological torture.

[fullscoreshenanigans]

Not surprised by the top three at all (I was torn between 1, 5, 8, and 9, and then went with 5, figuring 9 would be the more popular Norman cover that wouldn't need any help lol. Also the juxtaposition of Emma steadfastly standing tall as she ensures the children behind her can escape on the front cover, only to reveal the one left behind waving as bravely as he can and wishing them success on their journey similar to what Isabella does, oof, it gets me.)

Slightly surprised by how well volume 3 is doing, and more surprised that volume 4 is currently tied with it.

#UM ive never seen the inner 8 cover i think i might lose my mind over this (via @trainerbea)

Part of the reason I wanted to do this poll since the inner covers aren't included in the VIZ digital copies and aren't circulated around as much, and even when they are, some are more cited than others (e.g., volume 1's and 9's).

#AWW I DON'T HAVE VOL 8 I DIDN'T KNOW YUUGO AND LUCAS WERE IN THE INNER COVER- #this one's difficult #I really like Volume 1 showing the contrast between Isabella and Emma&co. #because though it's unclear whether she tried to escape when she was a kid (from what i remember at least) #the main difference between the two was the trust they put in their family #and how everything Isabella did she did alone #it's a better parallel to vol. 8's imo #because 90% of the reason Ray and Emma escaped GP while Yuugo's family was killed #was the fact there was already a resistance in GP #not because of any individual choice #vol 5 is also a good one. I like how Norman is waving goodbye as the ceiling collapses augh :') #but I'm gonna go ahead and vote vol. 1 because I like the multiple interpretations you can draw from it (via @darklight-owl)

The way I initially interpreted Isabella ascending the wall was her wanting to sneak out to find Leslie after he never sent any letters, though the second light novel also adds that it had been a goal of Leslie's before he left the house that he wasn't able to complete:

And then after Sarah explains the reality of their world, she comes up with plans, but ultimately never acts on them.

But this also further strengthens your point about how even though the series will highlight major players in the story that we become attached to and how individuals will often be elevated above group efforts and movements in narratives for convenience and a variety of other reasons, the feats they accomplish aren't possible without collective effort and solidarity.

#the main difference between the two was the trust they put in their family #and how everything Isabella did she did alone

Though Isabella didn't also have the advantage of infantile amnesia Ray had that led to him having years to prepare. When she finds out the truth a few months before she's shipped out to headquarters, even if she confided in her siblings and one of them happened to have noticed the Minerva book plates (which don't provide any surefire direction on how to escape, only serving as proof to convince the other children the orphanage isn't what it seems), they also didn't have the luck of being provided with a pen like the Grace Field and Glory Bell escapees (which was a crapshoot even for the kids who did escape Grace Field, Smee only giving Krone the pen because she was being sent to a farm and he was banking on the woman retaining the same kindness she held in the letter she sent up into the sky over a decade prior that he happened to find on the ground one day, and Krone giving the kids the pen partially out of spite), and there was no guarantee they'd run into Sonju and Mujika or some other kind demons even if they did break out, being left to wander about the forest potentially aimlessly until pursuer demons found them.

(I know this phrasing isn't inherently condemning Isabella since we're not meant to be as critical of this decision as we are of her later actions where she has more authority and control of the situation and actively chooses to be antagonistic toward the children in her charge but it feels slightly off if framed as like, a moral failing or weakness of character.)

Volumes 11 - 20 + Kaiu Shirai x Posuka Demizu: Beyond The Promised Neverland

Like in the previous poll, top five of each poll will advance to the final round.

Curious to see how much of people's reasoning will focus solely on the inner cover by itself and how much the outer cover factors in.

Outer covers below the cut for comparison and ease of convenience:

[suedrawl]

AUGH, DAMMIT

financial vent

I went -$88, even after adjusting my budget and a friend’s support. i feel so shitty. scared my account is finally going to be shut down after so many negatives this year (thanks predatory capitalism and banking systems)

i went over what i spent. I caught up on gas, electric, paypal credit, spent some to pablo, helped a friend out, and donated to extra life stuff

but the day i did my grocery/costco run is where i went over. and i shouldn’t had treated myself with genshin impact gems ($20ish?) and new disposable vape (also $20ish)

part of me is like…god i’m so embarrassed. but i screwed up so others should see this and be disappointed /:

but. idk you grew up so poor and get sick of being paycheck to paycheck and not allowing yourself any fun or enjoyment, and it’s so hard to grasp when depressed

and there’s so much im behind on, even a few hundred dollars and i’m still catching up. i still need to pay my psychiatrist bill, hopefully before it goes into collections. my apple card is months behind and i’m working out a payment plan. i really need to pay off paypal credit and be done with that (and i’m not even thinking of the $12,000 medical bill that’s been outstanding for years)

also the lowkey oof that i avoid the questioning from ppl here about traveling to TN during the holidays, and then that reminds me I’m wanting to get xmas gifts in order soon

fdhgssghkgfdhhfsg

anyway im… feeling pretty rough ngl. i had a burst of energy this saturday and likely overdid it trying to get as much as i could done (exercise hardcore making trip back and forth from car after the costco run ow). sunday i overslept (no win tbh, body desperate to sleep but then also can’t) and also spent a couple hours cleaning and organizing before bed last night. now, i’m pretty achey, bad headache, stiff, been bloated/IBS, dizzy (kinda flu like sensations, but fibromyalgia)

i have some goals, things to do this week, projects to catch up on, want to do NaNo, cleaning apartment properly, contact doctors/set up appointments, have a lot to cook/prep so healthy food i bought doesn’t go bad, wanted to help Pablo on some things, been really bad socializing and hanging with friends, and the list keeps going. i know i should be rly thankful that i don’t have to currently be working in retail again, among other blessings that allow me space to rest and heal. so it could be a lot worse

still, wish i could function better. and not to blame it all on chronic illnesses/I should be accountable—more and more i’m realizing how limited i am when sick

hhhhhhhhh i’m tired. i’m really sorry