#he doesn’t know it’s the giver coded

[littler3d]

Nevermind Jude law it’s on sight wtf life could’ve been easier if you just brought them home like what even is his goal

[jaegersmoon]

for ob headcanons... since the holidays are coming up, I'd like to know how the ob cast would be with presents/holiday events. like who would do their Christmas shopping last minute, who puts their Christmas tree up way too early, who puts a lot of thought into wrapping, etc.

(personally, i feel like bambi would be the best wrapper out of all of them, and I feel like connie would buy his amazon cart with everyone's presents on Christmas eve)

omg this is so fun !!!!

✧ jean is the best gift giver , he makes up for his only child syndrome and lack of willingness to share his things by over spending on all of his friend , he also love christmas lights and would always help his dad put them up when living at home. him and eren also have a tradition of giving each other the most ridiculous disrespectful gag gifts and act like that’s all the got each other before giving each other the real thing

✧ yn is THE bow tier , the group comes to her and begs her to tie the bows on their gifts , she makes them pay her in blueberry red bulls , weed or coffee , she is also an insanely good baker , but can’t decorate her treats for shit

✧ eren uses gift bags and gift bags only. he HATES wrapping paper. he says it’s pointless but the reality is that he can’t wrap gifts for the life him. whenever he tries, and it doesn’t go as planned, he end up getting pissed and tears the paper up at the loss of his temper. he has honestly probably fought more wrapping paper than he has people (this includes jean).

✧ sasha puts the tree up way too early as well as other decorations. once it hits november, it’s christmas time and no one can tell her otherwise.

✧ historia is the most elaborate decorator. she does a themed tree every year, one year it will be vintage, the next it will be all pink. she also loves to hand make ornaments and gives a personalized one to everyone in the group each year and they keep a tree in the jaeger basement that holds all of them.

✧ connie is the definition of a last minute shopper. he does participates in black friday but only for gifts for himself and ends up getting scammed with the sales / prices. he also blasts the muppets christmas album and drives jean insane

✧ reiner, if he ever comes across a group of carolers, he starts to cry. he also cries at christmas tree lighting ceremonies.

✧ mikasa is very good at remembering things that people wants, her quietness makes her attentive. so a lot of times someone will mention they want something once or point it out turning window shopping and she’ll go back at a later time and get it. the gang will be like “wtf you remembered that was so long ago??” and she’ll just shrug. she also wraps all of her gifts is all black paper and separates the gifts by giving each person a specific color bow / ribbon. eren - red , jean - green , yn - yellow , hisu - pink , etc etc.

✧ bertholdt is allergic to christmas trees so he has to have a fake one in his and rein’s apartment.

✧ ymir hates christmas movies but will binge watch them with historia with eagerness.

✧ armin is the most organized gift shopper ever. he has a specific list and coding system he follows that has everyone’s gifts listed on it and how much money each gift is worth making sure he is fair to everyone. he’s done within the first week of december.

[bwabys-scenarios]

can u do a kurapika sfw/nsfw plss 😵‍💫

Kurapika HCs

SFW/NSFW

warnings: creampies, brief period sex mention, breeding, panty stealing, oral(f!receiving), overstimulation, bondage, marking, reader is chubby coded

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SFW

-he’s genuinely so in love with you. you snore and drool on your pillow? he’s sighing dreamily while pulling you in for cuddles. you look a mess after a long day? he’s helping you wipe off your makeup and peppering your face in kisses

-he’s kind of clingy. will walk in while you’re using the bathroom and just start talking to you like you’re not trying to pee

-he’s a thigh and tummy guy. loves nibbling, kissing, and marking these two spots specifically

-he’s an absolute sweetheart, loves bringing home flowers and little trinkets relating to your interests if he’s been gone for a while

-wants to buy you everything that reminds him of you. the man is a gift giver through and through

-talented at sewing! he’s made all of his own clothes through the years, so when you sigh about not being able to find your size in a specific dress he’s pulling you into the bedroom to measure you(he may be a lil handsy tho)

-he hates being away from you for too long, so he calls and texts as frequently as his job allows him to.

-he hates lying, but especially hates lying to you most of all. there are some things he has to keep from you for your own safety, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less to lie to your face

-he can’t stand other men touching you. he knows that you aren’t going to try anything and trusts you with all his heart, but he’s got a real possessive side that’s hard to keep inside. he’s broken a few arms and started a few fights when men have gotten too close or too bold

-when Kurapika was a child, all he wanted was to explore the world and leave his old home behind for just a little while. now, he can barely stomach being away from your home for more than a few days at a time. he’s a bit clingy, but who can blame him when he’s lost everything. all he has left is you, and he’ll hold onto you with all he has

-has several pet names for you, including: Angel, sweetheart, darling, love, princess. He mostly uses angel, because in his eyes you are quite LITERALLY an angel sent from above to save him. without you he wouldn’t be here, you’re his reason to keep going

-when he moves in with you he’s so shy

-crawls into bed with you and with the reddest face asks if he can hold you

-please hold this man he’s so touch starved. be the big spoon for once and he might actually cry. man just needs to be held

-he needs lost of reassurance that he’s good and you love him. Kurapika tends to lean towards the insecure side, often disliking one or more parts of himself

-make sure he knows that you’re there for the long haul and you won’t abandon him. the abandonment issues are STRONG

-he loves when you let him lay his head in your lap and hum to him or tell him about your day. run your fingers through his hair and he’ll melt

-can’t live without your kisses and touches. every time he leaves he needs to be showered in kisses and love. he holds onto your warmth as much as possible, but will always be begging for more when he comes home

-he’s a terrible cook please don’t let him in the kitchen unsupervised 😭 he can improve with time but at the beginning of your relationship he can burn water

-this man wants a family, so he desperately wants children. honestly he’d prefer to have as many as possible, but won’t push you into anything. you end up giving him four, beautiful and healthy children and he couldn’t be happier

-he’s so soft with you, it’s like he becomes a different person when you’re around. his usually tense and angry attitude fades away into pure bliss when you cup his cheek and press kisses into his lips.

-cuddles are essential. he won’t ask you for them at first, but you’ll be able to tell by the way he peeks at you and gently tugs on your sleeve while you sit next to him

-kurapika has a preference for chubby women 🙏 he just loves soft things!!

-he loves wearing your clothes, especially your hoodies or shirts! your lingering scent on them really helps him relax, and he sleeps best when he’s cuddled up with you in one of your hoodies

-he swears whenever he sees you taking care of Gon and Killua he falls more and more in love with you each time. it’s hard not to, and it makes him want you to be the mother of his children

-he HATES seeing you cry. it makes his overprotective side kick into overdrive, and all he wants to do is comfort you. “shh, it’s okay angel. do you need anything? I’m right here!”

NSFW

-let’s just get this out of the way and say this man has a major breeding kink. this man is ready to breed you the moment he realizes he has a crush on you. that being said, he only cums inside you. he wants you to get pregnant as soon as possible, so lots and lots of creampies are in your future <3

-this man is a panty thief. he steals them for sentimental value at first, but once he discovers he can masturbate with them he’s a changed man. it makes cumming without you so much easier when he has your used panties with him!

-he has a fantasy of wrapping you up in his chains. sometimes when you’re working together and he has his chains out, you can feel them wrap around your leg or slowly rub between your legs. “sorry, angel, they have mind of their own.” it’s almost like they’re responding to their masters strong desire to keep you wrapped up tight, to make sure you’re his entirely

-when I say this man will eat you out whenever I fucking mean it. it’s a common occurrence for you to feel your panties be pulled to the side as Kurapika kneels down to eat you out while you’re busy in the kitchen.

-he will eat you out on your period no problem. shit you don’t even have to ask. you smell so nice and all he wants to do is be between your legs. his favorite color is red after all, so he can only swoon when he laps up the blood painting your plush thighs. it also helps that you’re so sensitive and needy when you’re like this, he loves it! “sex helps with cramps, I just want to make you feel better, my love…”

-he’s got a pretty high libido, and even higher stamina. he can go for hours until you’re both overstimulated, but he just can’t stop! your cunt feels so good wrapped around him and he needs to keep breeding you!!

-he loves overstimulating you. it’s his way of making sure you feel good and loved!!

-is into light bondage, prefers using soft things to wrap you up, light silk ribbons! you just look so pretty to him like that, like a present all for him!

-he loves to have you cockwarm him, sitting nice and pretty while he rubs your clit, making you cum over and over again until you’re begging him to move and thrust into you. “just one more, angel. you can come one more time for me, hmm?”

-he likes any position that lets him see your face while he makes love to you. missionary is a favorite, but if you’re feeling up to it he also likes when you ride him cowgirl style!! he also likes the mating press, but it’s more instinctual for him to put you in this position

-kurapika is very affectionate in bed, giving you plenty of kisses, soft touches, and nuzzles. very sweet and passionate.

-he’s usually rather gentle, but there are times when he’ll pound into you, especially when he’s feeling extra possessive

-he’s not the hugest fan of sex outside of the bedroom, but he will pull you into a secluded location to give you a few quick creampies if he can’t take it anymore. he usually only does this when he’s jealous and feels he needs to claim you. this always involves him marking up your neck

-speaking of marking, he fucking LOVES giving you hickies. his favorites spots to leave them are your thighs, tummy, and neck

-when you get pregnant, he is absolutely insatiable. up until it’s unsafe to have sex, he’s filling you with his cum every chance he gets. you’re just so cute with your little baby bump and you’re so needy and sensitive!! he can’t help himself! “come here angel, I’ll take care of you…”

-he definitely has a thing for lactation… when you start producing milk he gently kneads your breasts, licking and suckling on your nipples. at first he says it’s to help your breasts feel less heavy and swollen, but you can tell by the way his cock bulges in his pants while your boob is in his mouth that it’s not just that… if you want him to shut up when he’s worrying over the baby just pop a nipple in his mouth and he’s happy

-he’s very focused on your pleasure, but can lose himself and pound into you, looking down at you with those pretty red eyes. “fuck, angel, you’re so warm… my perfect girl…”

-gets very flustered when you use pet names in bed. his favorites are: sweetheart, puppy, sweet boy, pretty boy, and love. add a my, like “my puppy, and he’ll start rutting into you like an animal

AFTERCARE

-kurapika is the KING of aftercare. he’s sweet, and will do literally anything for you, even if he’s exhausted.

-you want some fast food? he’s getting it. you wanna take a bath? he’s running it for you right now! you just want him to cuddle and hold you? oh of course!

-he’ll massage your sore spots, giving apologetic kisses to the bruises he leaves on you. he always feels awful for any marks he leaves on your pretty skin. he just gets so caught up in the moment sometimes that he ends up squeezing or biting too hard!

-he loves to nuzzle into your tummy while you run your fingers through his hair, and he might even go down on you again. he’s kind of obsessed with your pussy 😭😭

-over all he is the best at aftercare and will make you feel very loved and appreciated!!

[starryeyedstray]

it's christmas eve and it's been ages since hank has gifted anyone anything, but hank decides connor deserves at least one present for his very first christmas. here's the ao3 link if you prefer reading there <3

Connor opens the box and inside is a black tie embossed with a triangle tessellation pattern. It's simple but would match his jacket perfectly. He studies the tie closely and his LED switches from blue to yellow. 

“I’ve, uh, saw that you must have lost your tie at some point. And you always seem a bit frustrated when you try to straighten it and it’s not there. So I, uh, figured a tie might be good,” Hank rambles because Connor is just staring at the tie in silence and his LED is yellow and spinning and Hank thinks maybe Connor hates it. He’s never been a good gift giver and it’s been years since he’s given one so maybe this was all a mistake. “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to wear it.” 

Connor’s head snaps up. “No, I like it. It’s just…” And he stares down at it thinking again. 

“What is it? C’mon, you won’t hurt my feelings if you say you don’t like it.” 

“No, it’s just ever since the night I infiltrated Cyberlife Tower, I haven’t worn a tie. I wasn’t adhering to Cyberlife’s dress code they programmed into me. It felt like I was making my own choice. But you’re right, Hank. I find myself reaching up to fix my tie even when it’s not there. And I wonder if maybe I’m still stuck in my programming. Like I can’t escape Cyberlife’s design.” 

Hank watches Connor stare at the tie a bit longer his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Hank narrows his eyes as he contemplates what Connor said. “You think you’re still stuck in Cyberlife’s programming because you want to wear a tie.” 

“Correct.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Connor,” Hank says with a bit of exasperation. “It’s just a tie! It doesn’t have to mean anything. It doesn’t have to be a fucking symbol of non-deviancy or whatever; it can just be a tie. Just because Cyberlife told you to wear a tie and you happen to like wearing one, doesn’t mean you’re not alive. You can wear the tie because you like it not because Cyberlife told you too.” 

“But what if I only like it because Cyberlife programmed me that way?” 

“Then fucking throw it away. Or wear it for special occasions. Or never wear a tie again if you really think that will give you peace of mind. I don’t know. You don’t have to overthink every little thing you do, kid. It’s okay to stick to what’s comfortable especially when you’re facing a lot of new things. The fact that you want to wear a tie says enough about your deviancy. You’ve said it yourself before, machines don’t want things.” 

Connor stares at Hank as he internalizes his words. He did like wearing ties and appearing professional and tidy. He knows Cyberlife programmed him that way, but maybe Hank’s right and that’s okay. Maybe he didn’t have to change everything about himself right away. Maybe that didn’t mean he was any less alive. 

One side of Connor’s mouth twitches up into that half smile he always does because he hasn’t really learned how to smile fully and genuinely quite yet. His LED is blue again. Hank can’t help but grin as Connor removes the tie from its box. “Thank you, Hank. I really like it.” 

Connor lifts his collar up and wraps the tie around his neck, but Hank stands. “Come here, I’ll tie it for you.” 

“I know how to tie a tie, Hank.” 

“Just let me do it for you,” Hank insists walking to Connor’s side of the table. 

Connor obliges and stands so Hank doesn’t have to crouch down. Hank couldn’t remember the last time he had tied a tie, but he remembers his dad showing him how to tie a full Windsor knot and he does the same wordlessly. Connor watches Hank, and there’s a softness to his weathered face. A ghost of a smile on his lips. Connor wonders if Hank is thinking of Cole and how he never got to teach him how to tie a tie. It makes Connor wish he didn’t know how so Hank could teach him.  

Hank finishes and pats both hands on Connor’s shoulders. “All done, son.” And then Hank freezes because he realizes that he just called Connor son and he doesn’t know how to take it back and he’s not sure he wants to. 

But Connor pretends like he doesn’t notice though now he’s certain that Hank is thinking of Cole. “Thanks, Hank.” He straightens the tie not because Hank tied it crooked, but because it’s a habit and Connor finds something comforting in the action. He smooths the tie against his chest saying, “Now, I just need to buy myself a new tie clip.” 

“Hang on, I think I have one you can use,” Hank states and he almost ends the sentence with “son,” but stops himself as he quickly goes into his bedroom.  

Connor looks down at his new tie and he wonders what it would be like to be Hank’s son. But he pushes that thought away because he doesn’t want to be a replacement. Plus, androids didn’t have families.

Or at least, he didn’t think it was possible, but his thoughts drift to Kara and Markus. Kara acts like a mother to Alice, and Markus considers Carl his father. Did that mean that they were family? Could a family transcend beyond the bonds of humans and extend to deviants? Perhaps, androids didn’t have families, but maybe deviants could. 

Maybe Connor could.

happy holidays everyone~! this little piece is for the island winter wonderland event ran by @island-of-misfit-deviants which is the dbh discord server i'm in. we're all very welcoming so feel free to join us!!!!

[endofthedaymp3]

~to be updated when I post a new fic, so I have them all in one place~

you can find me as bucksclipboard on ao3 💕 kudos and comments make my day!

bucktommy fic masterpost here

be someone (T, 2.4k) | ao3 | rebloggable

A call leaves Buck wondering if he’ll ever be a parent. Not just a donor, a dad. A great dad. Chimney tries to convince him of his qualities – and Eddie has a hard time staying quiet.

or: eddie thinks buck already is someone to chris

will you remember me? (T, 4.5k) | ao3 | rebloggable

You know the trope: Someone suffers from amnesia and they don’t remember their partner. Well, this is the opposite. Buck doesn’t remember a thing – except that he loves Eddie. How is Eddie supposed to tell him they’re not actually together?

for summer of buddie – week 5: break the cliché

nobody compares (G, 1.3k) | ao3 | (ambiguous bucktommy/buddie)

"Sorry", Eddie said and scrunched his nose.

"No, you’re right", Tommy admitted. "I don’t want that. I want to give him something he’ll love."

"Well, then not a gift card. Look, I’ve been a terrible gift giver in relationships, so I’m not judging. But you look like you’re getting a migraine, so maybe… let me help you?"

A deep sigh escaped him. "How?"

or: eddie helps tommy shop for buck's birthday gift and inadvertently makes things worse

unless you're choosing me (T, 4.4k) | ao3 | rebloggable

"Could you check that?", Eddie called from the kitchen. He had insisted to make something for them tonight instead of ordering their usual pizza and ice cream dinner.

"Sure", Buck replied and snatched the phone off the coffee table. He knew the pass code – it was the day Eddie had started working at the 118. There was no new text, just a message from his phone provider, but an earlier conversation was still opened. Before Buck could place the phone back on the table, something caught his eye. Why was Eddie talking to Hen about him?

or: buck reads a text he wasn’t supposed to read

when it all melts down (T, 2.2k) | ao3 | rebloggable

Buck thinks a beach day is the perfect distraction from an empty house and a lack of summer plans. Eddie thinks if Buck walks out of the ocean like a Greek god one more time, he might just lose his mind.

or: there’s only one cure for a frozen tongue after too much ice cream

I wish I could help (E, 2.1k) | ao3 | rebloggable

Eddie is so pent up he can barely focus on his job – and Buck is all too happy to help. That’s just what friends do.

or: I couldn’t find any smut referring to *that* scene in 7x05, so I wrote it

thanks, babe! (T, 1.8k) | ao3 | rebloggable

Eddie accidentally calls Buck babe and refuses to have a meltdown over it. It was just his subconscious betraying him because they were surrounded by couples, right? Right?!

or: I love “accidental” tropes, how did you know

more under the cut

do you want to know a secret (T, 3.2k) | ao3

Buck overworks himself and his family worries. When Eddie overhears a conversation between Maddie and Chimney, he learns he might just have caused Buck’s change in behavior. The good news is – there’s something he can do about it.

or: maddie and chimney worry over pining!buck – eddie takes charge

it's just the thought of you and what I leave behind (T, 6.4k) | ao3 | rebloggable

As the cruise ship starts to sink, Bobby and Athena aren’t the only ones in desperate need of saving. The 118 goes on a high-risk mission and a close call brings Buck and Eddie together.

or: 7x03 reimagined

I let my guard down for a moment (M, 6.5k) | ao3 | rebloggable

"It didn’t stop. Buck went from hoping the packages were from someone special to suspecting someone was toying with him. The hopeless romantic in him was slowly wilting. When he opened the latest letter, suddenly he was not so sure his secret admirer was of the good-natured kind. "

or: who needs police protection when you have eddie diaz by your side?

hold tight, you're slowly coming back to life (T, 3.1k) | ao3 | rebloggable

Eddie runs into Natalia at the grocery store. He learns something about her and Buck’s breakup that gives him the final push to take care of his own complicated love life.

or: what if buck didn’t tell eddie the entire truth

how's your head? (haven't had any complaints) (M, 2.3k) | ao3 | rebloggable

When he glanced over, Buck had already drifted off to sleep. He looked so innocent, Eddie almost couldn’t believe what had come out of his mouth mere seconds ago. Almost. Because he was 100 percent sure he’d heard it.

or: you can’t just make this kind of joke and forget about it

rose-colored boy (T, 1.6k) | ao3 | rebloggable

Buck is draped across an armchair, rambling about rosefinches and Eddie just can’t help himself. In some kind of out-of-body experience, he gives his best friend a completely casual, meaningless (lie!) forehead kiss.

or: yes, another accidental kiss fic because I don’t think there can ever be enough

we should be at the club (E, 2.8k) | ao3 | rebloggable

When Buck hears that Eddie has been going golfing to put himself out there, he offers to be his wingman. The world’s worst wingman. Although, to be fair, Eddie brings his best friend to the club and leaves with a new boyfriend.

or: just an excuse for them to wear tight pants and take them off

8 days a week (E, 6.3k) | ao3 | rebloggable

A sweet moment of weakness helps Buck and Eddie get together. While Eddie doesn’t expect much to change about their relationship, Buck slips back into old patterns.

or: eddie notices all the ways buck tries to make himself smaller

don't blame me, love made me crazy (E, 1.6k) | ao3 | rebloggable

Steam was fogging up the room and Eddie cursed inwardly. Was Buck trying to cook himself? Eddie wasn’t one for steaming hot showers but Buck ran cold even on his best days and this wasn’t one of those. He must’ve been desperate to warm up and soothe the pain his bruises were causing him. Eddie was suddenly very aware he was intruding on his best friend's privacy, even if he did need help, and decided to announce himself. “Buck, it’s me, I-“ He stopped in his tracks when Buck came into vision and met his gaze. Worry turned to lust quickly. Buck was hard. Incredibly so.

or: eddie joins buck in the shower (plot? what plot)

I only ever want you (E, 2.7k) | ao3 | rebloggable

When a handsome guy flirts with Eddie, Buck can’t stand to watch. He leaves the 118’s bar outing in a hurry, only for Eddie to follow him to the loft and confront him. A misunderstanding of why Buck is so jealous leads to a confession – and more.

or: there’s jealousy, there’s fighting, there’s delicious makeup sex

love is stored in the picnic basket (T, 4.9k) | ao3 | rebloggable

Buck participates in the 118’s basket bidding on Valentine’s Day and things go exactly as (Bobby) planned. When Eddie is done standing on the sidelines, he makes the grand gesture Buck has been dreaming of.

or: buck’s heart (um, picnic basket) is up for auction and eddie is ready to pay

whose peace are you keeping? (G, 3.9k) | ao3

Buck tells Eddie about the Buckley-Han family dinner and how odd it felt hearing his mother call him a “miracle baby”. Why can’t he trust his parents’ support when that’s all he’s ever wanted? He doesn’t know that Eddie lost his temper with them when they visited the firehouse two years ago. Now it’s time to come clean. A call that feels all too familiar interferes but a good night’s sleep brings them back on track.

or: it’s actually incredibly easy to love evan buckley – and eddie told his parents as much

my heart is trying to crawl out of my chest to get to you (G, 2.1k) | ao3

Buck is released from the hospital and while the rest of his family is understandably on edge about his recovery, Eddie throws himself back into work. He refuses to be a part of Maddie’s “operation buck up buttercup” and Hen grows suspicious. Listen, it’s not like Eddie isn’t worried, quite the opposite actually. He just found a better way to watch over Buck, without having to spill any of his secrets. Unless technology plays a trick on him, as it usually does, and his foolproof plan goes wrong. But Buck might just surprise him.

or: the one where eddie takes buck's recovery a little too seriously

and my attempt at rpf if you're into it:

closer than ever – ryliver (E, 2.k)

if you made it to the end of this post, thank you so much for reading!

[starryelem]

pls just yap abt ink x finch like one of my favs ‼️

You don’t know how much joy they bring me.

∏…. A bit of my personal yapping; As much as I love ds ships and enjoy their different concepts, I can never them ever happening in the “canon ds” BUT one of the only ships that breaks the pattern is paintedwings… which means they get special treatment from me.

The more I think about Finch’s role the more I realize that at some point, Ink must felt his role suited Finch more (ofc that’s also influenced by the others) but he simply watched him instead, wanting to see if Finch did anything that would help him improve since Finch was more used to the whole being in charge thing. Less to say, Ink learned so much about Finch that he was constantly reminded of him. Finch likes a certain coffee brand? Congrats, Ink will now have a whole montage of Finch the second he sees it in the store. For many, remembering people you’re constantly with isn’t odd but Ink was remembering Finch in his free time which is a big deal.

As for Finch, he’s realized from the start Ink seemed to have communication issues and while others found him and his ideas weird, Finch always took a breath in and tried to make sense of Ink’s opinions (no shocker that they made sense because Ink thinks logically with almost no morality) which caused Finch to be “annoying” to Ink because once Ink said something, Finch would politely press for details to understand the other and so he got to learn more about Ink which ended up making him slightly admire him; only Dream seemed and the therapist the two are forced to see seemed to notice. …∐

Now onto the lil things about em;

✦Ink is actually an amazing gift giver, like it’s shocking how good he is (some even find it creepy) which means to try and keep up with his seemingly mind reading bf, Finch finds himself spending hours looking for a gift that Ink may like… if he fails to find something, he orders him food which is better than any gift (according to Ink)

✦Finch and Ink both need medication. They keep each other’s medication in their offices and always on them incase the other comes around and needs it.

✦Ink and Finch both speak sign language (it was a requirement) and they also speak morse code; they end up using those ways of communicating when it’s not suited to talk (if they can be heard but not seen, if they need to discuss during meetings…)

✦Finch’s first language is Arabic and Ink’s first languages are Italian and French; they both had to speak English fluently at a young age but while Finch worked on his active and passive vocabulary, Ink only worked on his passive.

↳Ink is not ashamed to admit Finch is generally better than him at English and sometimes when he reads his messages or even listens to him, he finds himself taken aback by the words because those aren’t common to hear (he might not admit it but it always amazed him and he feels an odd weird bubbly feeling in him he can’t explain)

↳Finch at times will ask Ink what a word means due to him forgetting it (Ink answers like a machine)

✦Ink doesn’t play the flute often but when he does, Finch tries to not move an inch because he doesn’t what to make a noise and stop the other from playing.

✦The two enjoy being in the other’s presence, the comforting silence between them is worth a thousand dates.

✦Ink likes being close to Finch, he finds that Finch has wonderful perfume and never overdoes it.

✦Finch realized how much Ink stared at the ceiling to clear his mind so he got him glow in the dark stars to decorate the ceiling ( Ink has never loved staring at his ceiling more)

[the-lightning-strikes-again]

Lotura Week 2024, Day 2: Sci-Fi Fusion

The Woman in Red

Rated: T

Pidge holds out a small, ear-wrapping device to Allura, babbling along. “Yeah, so it’s called the DC Mini. It helps you enter someone else’s dreams so you can extract information.” Her voice rises with scientific interest. “Which in this case means obtaining the security codes for Zarkon’s command ship.”

The princess grabs on without hesitance. “Did you make this yourself, Pidge?”

“With a little help from Hunk,” she admits, jerking her thumb to the side. On the other side of the lab, a man stands in an orange coat, humming to himself happily as he types away on a laptop before dripping a strange, glowing liquid into a test tube. “But you have to be careful, alright? This’ll make dreams feel like real life, and I’ve heard stories about this guy you wanna interrogate with it. It took twenty robot soldiers to hold Prince Lotor down, and that was after he made both Lance and Hunk cry with some psychobabble stuff.”

Hunk looked up with a pout. “Hey, I did not cry.”

Pidge crosses her arms and quirks an eyebrow. “He told you that your modulation techniques sucked, and you sobbed for three hours.”

“Uh, it was two-and-a-half hours, not three.” Hunk raises up his goggles and points to his bloodshot, brown eyes, which gleam with hurt. “And the man doesn’t have taste when it comes to modulation. That’s what hurts most of all.”

Allura quirks an eyebrow, spinning the strange device in her hand before fitting it over her elfin ear. The smooth, cold metal streaks against her cheek and brow. “Modulation tastes or not, Lotor’s our only successful enemy capture. We have to make this count if we want to defeat Zarkon.”

Pidge hesitates. “Are you sure you want to be the one to go inside his mind? I mean, given you’re a princess and all?”

She huffs, straightening her shoulders. “I am a princess of Altea,” she declares. “I am a descendent of the Life Givers. And I am incredibly, utterly pissed off in the name of my people and all the other planets decimated by Galran rule—yes, I want to do this, even if it means traversing the polluted thoughts of Prince Lotor.”

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The mentioned Prince of the Galra Empire rests in a deep sleep upon a heavily secured infirmary bed, nodes streaming from his purple temples and white locks of hair. Like this, the hellion of a man seems peaceful, his face slack. If she did not know his long list of crimes, Allura would dare to think he was almost handsome, from the strong features of his face to his lithe form—so oddly silent in sleep.

So strangely familiar.

Allura sits down in the chair next to the bed apprehensively, adjusting the DC Mini. “You’re certain his restraints will hold true?”

His long, clawed fingers occasionally tick against the bed.

Pidge flutters around Allura, sticking a node to her forehead. “He’s also being kept under with some pretty heavy drugs right now, so he won’t be waking up anytime soon.”

“What control will I have inside of his mind?”

“Ah, I think you’ll be able to manipulate space, but the more you change things inside his mind, the more it could raise attention. You know, like his defenses. So you’ll want to try blending in.”

“Right.” Allura inhales and closes her eyes, leaning back into the chair and settling in for the long nap. “Do you think the codes will be something I must manipulate him to obtain, or could they be some physical object to find in the landscape?”

Pidge makes a face, pulling back. “Honestly, Allura? I have no idea what you’re gonna find in there. But given that he’s, you know, Zarkon’s kid—I’d expect it’s probably gonna be weird. Maybe a lot of blood.”

Just as the DC Mini activates, Hunk calls out, “Rumor says he’s a big nunvill fan. Manipulate him with nunvill!”

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The landscape of Prince Lotor’s mind fizzles into view as a stark, gladiatorial training court, with the swirling of blades and the rousing cheer of crowds. Allura looks down at herself in surprise, noting the odd way that her own subconscious has altered her paladin armor to the red of a Galran soldier’s—blending into the new environment, just as Pidge had recommended.

As she walks along the fencing, she spots an active Prince Lotor fighting against a great beast. His tall shadow looms as he raises the Black Lion’s bayard.

It is a glowing purple sword.

Her mouth drops open in surprise, and she flinches as the beast collapses to the floor, nearly cut in two. “What in the—?” she whispers to herself in panic at the sight of her father’s technology in Lotor’s hands. “How did he—?”

Prince Lotor steps atop the beast’s belly with a graceful flair of his white hair, raising the sword.

The crowds roar with approval, chanting, “Emperor! Emperor!”

And it is then that Allura realizes she is witnessing a day dream.

A wish.

“Oh, right, because you are not the emperor,” she remembers, scratching her cheek in curiosity at how fuzzy the real world is compared to the realism of Lotor’s dream world. “You are a prince only, and likely covet my father's weapons as well."

The moment she whispers it aloud, Lotor’s sharp, blue eyes land upon her. His expression is that of an alert predator’s, and she freezes in his gaze.

He lowers his blade, the metal manifesting back into a smooth, rounded bayard. “You there,” he calls, his voice petulant and decadent all at the same time. “In red.”

Before she can react, Lotor blurs in front of her.

She squeaks and steps back in surprise, her back hitting a barrier wall.

He steps forward, curiously inspecting her. This close, the sweat upon his brow gleams beneath the lights, and his slit pupils expand to intake more of her. “What a curious thing you are, appearing here,” he murmurs. “After all this time, and without wounds.”  

Allura makes another noise as his hot fingers circle hard around her throat, pressing her back against the wall.

She instinctively grabs onto his vambraces before reaching for a dagger on her belt.

“Ah, ah,” he admonishes her. With a jerk of his chin, her own weapon clatters to the floor. “What fangs you have this time.” Something flickers unsteadily in his face the more he inspects her. “I thought I eradicated all images of Princess Allura of Altea from my memory—you should not still be the woman in red disturbing my thoughts.”

As she rasps for air, Allura manages to wrench breathing space from his fingers.

He allows it.

Lotor’s breath puffs against her face softly. “Why are you here?” he demands, searching her face. “What more could you possibly want from me now?”

Her voice strangles. “What do you mean? I’ve never even spoken to you before this moment.”

He releases her, and in the silence, he glances down at his own hand as if it does not belong to him.

All the spectators of the gladiator courts have disappeared.

It is only them now, along with a strange silence.

Prince Lotor’s voice breaks with a frustrated huff. “I watched you die all those years ago. And you have haunted my every dream, traversing these fences at least once a movement until my father’s witch suppressed you. What have these paladins of Voltron done to me in the waking world, that you would return to haunt me now?”

Allura holds onto her throat, which burns from the tightness of his hand. She eyes him warily, mind racing. “I don’t understand,” she says hoarsely.

With increasing trepidation, Lotor backs away from her, his white hair and armored cape swinging. “You died three years ago.” Something in his face breaks harder, a strange vulnerability and panic pulling the line of his mouth. “The witch said she could cure me of your ghost.”

It is then that Allura realizes the DC Mini is still attached to her ear. Another voice crackles in, as if from a dozen galaxies away. It is Pidge. “—llura? Can you hear me?”

She presses a shaking hand to the device, calling out, “Yes, I hear you. and it is very strange in here.”

“—hurting you?”

Allura’s breath hitches as she stares at the broken man before her. Within the landscape of Lotor’s mind, his own emotions are an oppressive weight in the air, burning tears in her own eyes. “No,” she whispers. “No, it’s much worse than that. It’s very confusing.”

Lotor reaches out to the device, yanking it from her ear. “Paladins,” he hisses, voice breaking. His own eyes brighten with tears. “You absolute bastards. You have clearly undone the witch’s great work—at least kill me with honor before you raise the image of Allura of Altea to me."

She reaches for the device, only for him to pull it away.

“I’m not dead at all, you silly fool,” she argues, but for the first time, a strange uncertainty arises within her. "I'm not dead."

He gnashes a sharp, white fang into his bottom lip, eyeing her hard before he presses, “Allura, do you even remember what you were doing before these paladins of Voltron spoke to you? Where you were?”

Allura tilts her head, face tight. “Of course I do! I was, um…and you were—” Words fail in her throat. “Um.”

Her mind is oddly silent, all her memories gone besides murky impressions.

Lotor reaches out again, daring to stroke her cheek with an intimacy that leaves her breathless and unsettled and wholly unable to reconcile him with the stories that the Paladins had told.

(If they had told any stories at all?)

“I hate the paladins for this,” he whispers, voice quivering. “And my heart soars at the same time. The only way they could possibly manifest you through a device such as this one is if they have you. Some—some preserved body perhaps, some active synapses.” He tilts his head, his calloused thumb stroking her pink Altean mark. “You are far too solid than all the ghostly iterations before you. And so very different. Whole and with weapons."

His touch lights something familiar within her.

Tears bubble in her eyes, and his image blurs before her. “I’m not dead,” she whispers again. “I was—I was in a lab. And…and you are an evil and cruel prince, slaying entire civilizations in the name of your wicked father.”

Lotor huffs at her brokenly, pulling back. “By the ancients,” he breathes. The landscape of his mind transforms entirely from the courts to a lovely field of juniberries. He points brokenly to the distance, where a tall vault stands. “I buried you. I carried you. And I died with you that day.” Tears slip down his cheeks. “I died with you in all the ways that mattered. Do you not remember, Allura?”

Allura stands in horror at the name upon the vault.

The prince grabs onto her hand, pulling her back. “They must have desecrated your grave,” he whispers to himself. “That is the only way you could stand here so solidly as you are, without the wounds that ended your life.”

Her armored fingers reach out to the vault, tracing the scripted A—

Lotor grabs onto her shoulders, desperate. “Wake up,” he demands. “Allura, wake up and find me in the real world. Do you understand?”

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Back at the lab, Pidge sits before the computers, adjusting her glasses with a flash of light before she hums. “Our evil plan is working,” she murmurs. "This is awesome."

Hunk leans over her shoulder, narrowing his eyes at the multi-level dream sequences, from the simulated lab where Allura believes herself snoozing beside the restrained body of Lotor, then over to the next level of the dream simulation, complete with juniberry fields. “Don’t you think that, like, maybe we could have given her some more information before tossing her in?”

“…Nah.” Pidge glances back at the pod behind them, where a fully regenerated Allura lay connected to a variety of nodes and health monitors. The heart indicator beats at an increasing rate. “She’s doing great.”

Her colleague huffs. “Literally three seconds in, Lotor knew she wasn’t a natural mind projection, and we don’t have codes.”

Pidge taps her fingers on the keyboard and waggles her brows. “It’s not about her finding the codes. It’s about us turning a prince by giving him the one thing that would stop his campaigns. And then we’ll get the codes, and his armies, and him too. She’s the lady in red. The distraction. You know what I mean?”

“She’s gonna wake up pissed off,” Hunk warns. “And I’ve heard stories about Altean strength, Pidge. I really think we should talk to her before she wakes up for real.”

Pidge hesitates as she watches the signs of wakening appear within the regenerated princess in the pod. “Or we could wipe her memory and try this again, and keep doing it until we get Lotor to totally break down. And then she’ll wake up without a care in the world, and Lotor will be ready to do anything we want him to.”

Hunk gives her a look. “That’s kinda putting the evil back into our evil plan.”

She argues, “We have to consider all the options. Lotor’s been on a murder bender for three years because his fiancé got assassinated. There’s a lot of planets in the balance, and I don’t wanna screw it up just because we got soft.”

It falls silent between them.

Hunk sits down, pulling off his gloves and staring at the simulations with a hard expression. “No,” he says. “We tell her the truth. We wake her up, and we do the right thing by reuniting her with Lotor. Those tears are real, man. We got proof to know this is gonna work.”

In the regenerative pod, Allura’s fingers twitch while in the simulation, and she reaches out to Lotor, flickers of her true memory bleeding through.

Hunk’s voice rises with conviction. “It’s going to work.”

@loturaweek2024

[herbertp]

TMP 14 Reactions

Someone on TikTok mentioned that Celia not drinking coffee is a hint she’s from the original TMA universe- I’m sad that this episode throws that idea away immediately because I loved that idea

Jealous Alice is so so sad

This Celia-Alice interaction is so Tim coded in the way Alice deflects

Worried Alice!! The Sam-Alice dynamic is so sweet- I’m hoping that we get more Tim and Sasha parallels from them

The transcript makes the interaction so much more awkward and makes it so obvious that Alice still holds some feelings

“Sam’s masculinity is spreading hanging by a thread”😭😭😭

Lena creeps me out in the same way Elias did in the first few seasons (the creepiness from Elias turned into blood boiling rage)

CHESTER VOICE!!! IM SO GLAD TO HEAR HIM AGAIN

The shopkeeper is giving corruption avatar vibes- I wonder if the rats and reptiles love him. Is he consumed by that which loves him?

The statement giver immediately talks to her dad when in trouble- do we think that the dad could be from the original TMA universe? Do we think the fears have been in this universe long enough for generations to be well-versed in knowledge of the fears?

A part of me thinks that the dad knows a lot about the fears- the way the statement giver promises they weren’t being nosy gives the vibe that their dad wants them to avoid the eye

CRICKETS ARE THE NEW WORMS????

WAIT NO ARE THE SNAKES THE NEW WORMS???

CORRUPTION TAKING THE STATEMENT GIVER WITHOUT HER CALLING OUT??? Is it an attack or has she turned into an avatar?

An institute rejecting the shopkeeper is weird- and Sam obviously connects it right to the Magnus Institute but if it is, it doesn’t align with the institute we know? It’s a weird idea that you could get rejected from it

Gwen being so uptight about getting each statement right is such a fun character thing- like even as she’s terrified about what the OIAR is doing she’s helping Sam categorize them and suggesting super specific categories

Sam’s trying to help is so sweet- the switch up with “of course not” made me sad for him though. I wonder how many times he’s been told he can’t understand something.

Sam babe who the hell hurt you. “No one ever does [have time for this]” like bruh what happened

Maybe that’s too mean to Sam but also- you’re going to go on another date with Celia and Alice explored the ruins with you and people just need a break

[tsunotarou]

     Urges, Nagi had… urges. At times he wishes he didn't have any urges, cause it's a hassle to search and find something to fulfill said fucking urge. He just finished streaming for twelve hours. What was he doing? Well… he played minecraft for an hour, then spent the rest on XIV doing his dailies, crafting, and weekly resets. In between that he had snacked on a few things; chips, candies, the bento box that Reo had personally made from one of his chefs. Shit like that. What's great about streaming is that nobody really knows what his personal life was. His chat did know that he lived with someone though they didn't know who that exact someone was.

      He'd get asked about Reo all the time. Didn't bother him, not one bit. Fans tend to stay with their idols until a controversial moment appears. Nagi made sure to keep any Reo-related things out of view from his camera. Including the damn toy that was proudly sitting on the nightstand, nearly in frame of said camera.  He'd earn a good portion today, too, promising his viewers that he'll do another subathon if soccer doesn't take all his time. He's still on hiatus. 

       He tripled checked to make sure everything was turned off on his screen; it wouldn't be appropriate if he just got up, stripped out of his clothes then changed into pajamas. He's doing his best to avoid being banned. Nagi perks up at the sound of the door being opened, twisting halfway in his chair to see Reo— walking into his ‘ man cave ‘. “Oh, welcome home, work was okay?” Ever since his boyfriend announced his pregnancy, Nagi's been more attentive? If that was one way to put it. It’s only been a week since that announcement… he was lingering his gaze on his stomach to see if anything would be different. Nope. Flat, toned, not even the smallest amount of chub around the heir’s perfect frame. When he’s bored he looks up things about pregnancy; how men can experience ‘ parental postpartum depression ‘, the birth giver can go through more hardships than the men can. It’s intriguing, he’ll give it that… but he doesn’t think Reo will do anything to risk their newborn child. Neither will he. He has no reason to do anything drastic, why would he? It’s a hassle to risk it all for something inevitable, right? He’s listening to Reo ramble about his day, brown hues fixated on the heir walk around the room that was decorated with their trophies from games, Nagi’s bookcase that was filled with manga and video games. There’s some pictures that were off to the far right side of the room; photos of them visiting England, Paris, others had their friends in it. 

               Reo’s talking about… some shit. His father? No, nobody wants to hear about how Mr. Mikage has his head constantly up his ass. When the day strikes that that old man kicked the bucket, he thinks he’ll propose to Reo right away. Fucked as ever, doing that is borderline psychotic. Maybe that’s too close to comfort. He didn’t care. The quicker the guy’s dead the faster he and Reo can live their lives normally. “ … Reo, “ he spoke up after the heir finished talking, finally taking a glance at him as he spun completely in his chair to face him. Nagi wanted him. Just for a little, he can be selfish without meaning to— it’s not his fault that he’s attracted to nothing else that wasn’t Reo. Reo’s his world, his life, his damn being. One hand lightly rubbed against his left thigh, over the bagged jeans he was wearing,  non-verbally signaling that he wanted the other to come closer.

  “... I want your mouth on me.” Vague. His expression stayed blank, fixated on the expression that would morph over the heir’s perfect face. Watching, waiting. Will he get it? The itch that had to be scratched? Possibly…. Reo’s in a good mood ( or so he thinks ), and he’ll be damned if he gets denied. That’ll be embarrassing. Where was he supposed to put all this pent up frustration? It would be less ‘ romantic ‘ if he outwardly told him that he wants his dick sucked, so…. Nagi takes the softer, ‘ pg-13 approach. ‘   " I'm frustrated. " Coded for: ' i want reo to take care of me. please. '

Being exhausted was such an understatement for the heir. Perhaps the cold, cloudy weather wasn't helping anyone, but Reo just felt downright exhausted after being at the bureau all day. It'd been like that the past few days. Exhausted, worn out --- all of the above. He didn't really remember being this tired after his day at the office, but now? It dragged, BAD. Reo was still just sitting in his car, even after pulling into the car port. Fingers turned the vehicle off yet the young male just continued to sit there for a bit, his arms slowly lowering into his lap. Violet eyes followed suit, looking down at his own hands silently. Soon enough, it's gonna get a bit difficult to see his lap. Let alone seeing where his feet land when walking. But, that was one of the ailments of carrying your child, right? A small smile graced Reo's face as he lazily rubbed his hand over his flat stomach for a moment ; as if he was about to gaslight himself about feeling his child move. " Let's go see what Daddy's been up to... "

After managing his way inside, after locking and arming everything outside, Reo took it upon himself to finally get comfortable. Bag down, coat off, scarf off, shoes off, slippers on, hair down --- all that was left was to shower and get into comfier clothes. But first, he had to check in on his boyfriend. He remembered the other mentioning something about streaming today, so it was only natural for Reo to pop in and see how that went.

" --- Naagi, I'm home. " Perhaps he should have knocked before just walking in on the other, but it was too late. Reo announced his arrival even before getting the door open. He wasn't met with any drastic measures to get him out of the room ; so it was safe to say that his boyfriend was done streaming. Instead, he was met with the other turning towards him --- welcoming him home and asking if work was alright. The gesture made him smile as the heir continued his way into Nagi's little streaming area.

" Yeah, it was alright. Just like any other day. " Reo walked deeper into the room, dragging his feet a bit. " Father had me consult with our multiple marketing agencies so we can plan for the press release at the end of the week. Then he pulled me in for another meeting about our finances, which I've told him multiple times that I have it handled, and--- " As soon as he heard Nagi speak his name, the heir turned his attention towards his boyfriend. Surely he can't blame him for not wanting to hear his rant about his father and work and business management.

" Hm? " He hummed, catching sight of Nagi fully turning towards him now. He had quite the blank expression on his face, which isnt too different from the usual Nagi expression that he wore. However, something about this one seemed... different. Reo cocked an eyebrow, and as soon as he did, Nagi continued. And when he did, violet eyes widened slightly.

I want your mouth on me. The way he said it sent a chill down his spine. Reo took a step forward, following another without realizing. What does he even mean by that? Did he want a kiss or something? No, apparently Nagi was frustrated. Why was he frustrated? Was he frustrated with Reo? Was it something he did or didn't do? Suddenly, Reo's exhaustion was washed away, and was now replaced with uncertainty as his brows knit together.

" --- Frustrated? " Reo frowned a bit, ending up right in front of Nagi's chair. Leaning down, the heir just cupped the other's face and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Hopefully that would make him feel at least a little better? " I'm sorry you're frustrated... Did you have a bad stream or something? " Thumbs brushed over pale cheeks gently. Another kiss was pressed between those brows. Nagi did say he wanted his mouth on him --- so Reo figured he could just litter him with kisses. That's what he wanted, right? " After I shower, I can play a game with you, if you'd like? Or we can watch a movie or something? "

[disappointingcabbage]

Ok this most recent episode has a lot to unpack here we go

In order:

1) Celia is definitely familiar with the entities. There is not a single question of it.

2) Jon emailed Sam??? From within the outer??Hello????

3) Colin seems to think the computer voices are after him. Have they emailed him to? Have they spoken directly to him? Did he find some weird shit in the source code? Also he’s not concerned about Jon emailing Sam??? and he knows they can take over other devices/make them record???? How did he find this out?

4) Gwen doesn’t give a fuck and I love her for it tbh. Girlboss. She literally said “imagine being caught for attempted murder you didn’t even succeed that’s pathetic” and Lena was like ugh fine you can be spooky just don’t snitch. Also does this mean Gwen knows who to snitch to if she did want to really come for Lena? I don’t know but the tea is piping hot. Just like Agnes Montague would like it.

The statement was inch resting too but in the way that all statements are tbh. The plot is plotting but I think we can maybe also take this statement as a support for the “fears are now desires theory”, statement giver wanted employees and donations, was overwhelmed with both.

[dragon-queen21]

More Agere Crossover Shenanigans (Feat. Alolan Raichu) Because Why Not

When you’re sitting in bed and then the ideas come straight to you at 1 in the morning, so now you gotta talk about Alolan Raichu because no one has uttered a peep about it because it’s always “Alolan Vulpix” this and “Alolan Sandshrew” that, but no one ever talks about the freaking pancake giver for some reason AND THIS INJUSTICE SHALL BE RECTIFIED!

In case anyone couldn’t tell, Alolan Raichu is my favorite Alolan variant because I would have a good excuse to ever evolve a Pichu (my favorite Pokemon) all the way into a Raichu, as it’s everything I believe the OG Raichu should have been. The fact that no one brings up this absolute gem often is a shame because it’s a literal surfing pokemon before the gold surfer mascot ripoff existed and also, HELLO, IT SERVES AND MAKES PANCAKES, HOW IS IT NOT POTENTIAL CAREGIVER CODED?!

Also, yay, more long rambling about stuff, I’m about to pull an all nighter for this ;W;

Caregiver Alolan Raichu with Regressed Inosuke

Alolan Raichu: *keeps having to make more pancakes* How much does this boy eat? I can’t keep having to make him pancakes!

Zenitsu: Believe me, I stopped asking ages ago.

Tanjiro: Umm… How much batter do you have left?

Alolan Raichu: …Why?

Inosuke: *wailing for more food elsewhere in the house*

Alolan Raichu: *facepalm* God dammit.

Caretaker Alolan Raichu with Pichu and Regressed Nezuko

Pichu: *being used as a stuffie currently* How long is she gonna hold me?

Nezuko: *holding the Pichu because she’s getting a shot from Shinobu* 🥺

Alolan Raichu: Uh, how long is she gonna be crying for after this?

Shinobu: Give or take, I’d say about 10 minutes.

Pichu: TEN MINUTES?!

*it went downhill quickly because Pichu started to freak out, and it wasn’t even getting a shot*

Caretaker Kyojuro with Regressed Tanjiro

Kyojuro: *is starting to lose his patience because Tanjiro skipped a sleep and it’s starting to get to him*

Tanjiro: *currently having a meltdown*

Kyojuro: If this child breaks something in the next five seconds-

Tanjiro: *throws a lightbulb at Kyojuro*

Kyojuro: 💢 Okay, THAT’S IT! Corner now, Tanjiro, you’re in huge trouble!

Tanjiro: *freaks out and starts running away*

Kyojuro: *runs after him*

Tanjiro: *dumps Legos on the floor to stall Kyojuro before running off again*

Kyojuro: *steps on the Legos* OW! 😡 KAMADOOOOO! *runs after him again*

*after a few minutes of the goose chase, Tanjiro slips up and runs into a corner, where Kyojuro finally gets him*

Kyojuro: *grabs Tanjiro before carrying him off to timeout* Alright, I think we need you to have a think about why you don’t throw things at people.

Tanjiro: *wailing as he’s being put in timeout*

*20 minutes later…*

Kyojuro: *comes back to get Tanjiro* Okay, timeout is over, you can get up now.

Tanjiro: Σ OロO *scoots away from Kyojuro*

Kyojuro: Come on, you don’t have to stay there anymore. *attempts to get closer*

Tanjiro: Σ（ﾟдﾟlll���*scoots further away* Nuuuuuu!

Kyojuro: Kid, timeout’s over, you’re free to go.

Tanjiro: 🥺 *starts wailing again*

Kyojuro: Come on, what is it this time? Why the tears, ember?

Tanjiro: *hic* K-Kyo like Shinjuro… *hic* He yell like him at me… That mean Kyo no like me anymore…! *wailing*

Kyojuro: *realizes the horrific implication of how he lost his temper on Tanjiro* 😨 Kid, no, I don’t hate you!

Tanjiro: Th-Then why you yell?

Kyojuro: I- … *sighs* I really shouldn’t have. But I did.

Tanjiro: An’ dat mean you Shinjuro…!

Kyojuro: No, no, it doesn’t mean I’m like him. I’m nothing like my father, Kamado.

Tanjiro: *doesn’t believe Kyojuro*

Kyojuro: *starting to feel guilty for yelling at Tanjiro earlier* Look, I know I don’t normally yell at you like that, and I should be better at handling this ‘cause it’s you. I… *sits down next to Tanjiro* I don’t know what went wrong today, I don’t normally lose it like this…

Tanjiro: So… Why Kyo yell like Shinjuro…?

Kyojuro: *lifts up his bangs to show a scar he got from Tanjiro throwing a lightbulb at him* This is why. It was from the lightbulb.

Tanjiro: 😨

Kyojuro: I-I got mad because it hurt, and you don’t throw things at others whenever you get upset, and I should’ve told you that first, but I- *groans* No amount of excuses make up for yelling at you today…

Tanjiro: …

Kyojuro: …I’m sorry, my ember. You know I wouldn’t want to hurt you on purpose. Just because I yelled at you doesn’t mean I hate you… It… *starts having tears form* It means that I… *deep exhale* How can I say that I still love you when that’s the opposite of that?

Tanjiro: *slowly crawls over to Kyojuro* What do you mean?

Kyojuro: No big brother should be yelling like that to their younger siblings… especially not to their kid brothers… And not like this…! *starts crying* I still hurt you, no matter what my intentions were… and you’re scared of me for it…!

Tanjiro: Kyo… I… *hugs Kyojuro* I’m sorry… I shouldn’t say Kyo like Shin… You nothing like him, not at all…! I hurt you saying dat…! I hurt Aniki by calling him awful…! *starts crying again*

Kyojuro: *hugs Tanjiro back* Kamado, I’m so sorry I made you think I was like my father… I don’t want to turn out like he is now. Especially when I still want to care for you, my little ember. *sniff* You know I love you. But sometimes… we have to do things that don’t make us happy. Like how I had to put you in timeout earlier because you threw that lightbulb at me. It doesn’t mean I love you any less than now. Do you get what I’m saying?

Tanjiro: *nods*

Kyojuro: I’ll forgive you for doing that if you can forgive me for upsetting you, okay?

Tanjiro: *nods again* I forgive Aniki… Don’t like seeing him cry… It break my heart…

Kyojuro: I forgive you too, Kamado. I don’t like seeing you upset like this either. *picks up Tanjiro and starts carrying him to the living room* Wanna lay down with me for a bit?

Tanjiro: *nods*

Caretakers Hu Tao & Tengen with Regressed Gyomei & Zhongli

Aether: Which story did you two tell them about this time?

Hu Tao: I swear, every time I get to the part about rocks, he starts crying for some reason because he thinks the rocks get hurt! And then the other guy started to cry for the same exact reason!

Tengen: How the hell do rocks even have feelings?

Hu Tao: You tell me! I don’t know geology!

Gyomei: *in the background weeping softly again*

Hu Tao: Why does he cry for everything?!

Tengen: It’s Gyomei, we don’t ask him that because it’s rude and he’ll start crying again. Why does your grandpa dragon baby cry over something that isn’t alive every time you bring it up falling from a mountain?

Hu Tao: Hey, you do not talk about the Geo Archon like that, dingus steak!

Tengen: And you don’t talk about the Stone Hashira like that, you Palworld Flame Drifloon!

Hu Tao: I AM NOTHING LIKE THAT NFT 🤬 NINTENDO RIPOFF! (She threw a cuss word in the sentence, which got censored)

Aether: *groans* Do I need to get the adeptus to handle this?

Hu Tao & Tengen: 😳 No, sir!

Caretaker Alolan Raichu & Kamaboko Squad with Regressed Hashira

(I delegated the Kamaboko Squad to include Aoi because there was no way she was getting left out of this; they have 7 members total in my headcanon, so take that as you will)

Aoi: Okay, Tanjiro has Giyu, Zenitsu, you get Tengen, Inosuke gets Obanai because he can check for poison, Genya gets Sanemi because he refuses to eat anyone else’s cooking besides mine, Kanao gets Shinobu, Nezuko gets… *looks over the list* Uhhhh…

Genya: What now, lady?!

Aoi: We have a problem. *pulls up her staff list* If I assign Nezuko to Kyojuro, Mitsuri, Muichiro, or Gyomei, there’ll be an issue. Mitsuri and Kyojuro have huge appetites, and Nezuko’s not equipped for that. Muichiro may get distracted again and distract Nezuko on accident while attempting his breakfast. And Gyomei’s not too keen on having her near because he’s still getting used to having kids be near him again, and I don’t think I want to push it.

Nezuko: I’m not that young, Aoi!

Aoi: And he’s 7’2, he’s gonna think it’s a kid he’s talking to, and the only three of us that can handle him are myself, Tanjiro, or Genya. But if I have you swap out with Tanjiro, then Tanjiro’s stuck having to either do Kyojuro or Tengen, and Tengen specifically wanted Zenitsu today because he had Inosuke mess up his order last time!

Inosuke: It was just dirt, woman!

Aoi: And that’s the problem!

Alolan Raichu: *floats in* Hey, guys, what’s going on?

Tanjiro: Aoi promised the Hashira a breakfast banquet today, and she’s trying to figure out who to assign which of us to.

Alolan Raichu: Can I see that list?

Aoi: *hands the Raichu the list*

Alolan Raichu: *looking over the list* About half of this is gonna go wrong because the wrong people are serving the wrong Hashira.

Aoi: WHAT?! Nonononononononono- What did I do wrong?!

Alolan Raichu: Don’t worry, I can fix this for you. Giyu can be served by either Tanjiro or Nezuko since they know his favorite dish better than the rest of you. Whichever one gets Giyu has the other get Kyojuro. That’s one scenario that could work, but that leaves the rest as subpar options to serve the other 7 Hashira. Ideally, both Nezuko and Tanjiro can serve almost all of them, but you have to put into account what they also dislike. For instance, Tanjiro, what’s your preference, Obanai or Sanemi?

Tanjiro: Uh… Obanai because he doesn’t hate me as much?

Alolan Raichu: Right, Nezuko, what about you?

Nezuko: Um… Sanemi because I don’t trust Obanai all that much.

Alolan Raichu: *pulls up chalkboard to show a diagram* See, if we had to put people to serve someone they ideally would avoid, based on picking the lesser of the poisons, Tanjiro would rather get Obanai despite the latter hating him just for talking to Mitsuri because he and Sanemi are a 75/25% chance ratio to getting into a fight or leaving it be for now. Meanwhile, since Nezuko doesn’t like Obanai, she’d rather get Sanemi in this case instead.

Zenitsu: How in the world did you come up with that?

Alolan Raichu: I got 25 baby Pokemon that I watch back at home, four of them play in a fighting game tournament. What do you think?

Kanao: So… who gets who?

Alolan Raichu: Do any of you object to me getting two of the Hashira and y’all get one?

*Later…*

Kyojuro: *decided to eat off the floor because the table didn’t feel right to him for some reason (don’t ask how that happened)*

Alolan Raichu: Kyojuro, for the last time, someone will step on the pancakes if you eat it in the pathway.

Kyojuro: *confused full mouth noises*

Alolan Raichu: *moves the plate onto the seat* See? Now you can eat on the floor and no one will step on your food!

Obanai: *accidentally stepped on Mitsuri’s food and is crying*

Mitsuri: *more concerned that Obanai is crying rather than her food being stepped on*

Alolan Raichu: …Like that. 😓

Kyojuro: Oh… *noms the pancakes*

Alolan Raichu: It’s okay, guys, I’ll fix it for you! *yells to Genya* GENYA, GET THE FIRST AID KIT! KANAO IS BUSY WITH SHINOBU!

Gyomei: *sleeping on the floor because he got bored*

Aoi: I had people wake up early for this…

Alolan Raichu: It could be worse! Inosuke could’ve put dirt in the oatmeal because Sanemi said no earlier.

Alolan Raichu with Regressed Tengen (Feat. Unhelpful Itto)

Itto: Oh, come on! It’s not like it’ll kill us!

Alolan Raichu: *dragging Itto away from the bag of dog food* Just because you think the idea is good doesn’t mean you should act upon it! Now I see why Rengoku asked for my help with Tengen today.

Tengen: *watching Miira no Kaikata again*

Alolan Raichu: Tengen, spit that out please!

Tengen: *spits out the dog food*

Believe me, I wish I could save some of this as a copy because it’s all fanfic ideas and I have not the capacity to keep them all straight, tell me how you like them, May! *collapses because I stayed away to write this out, HELP*

Okay but at least this was a new idea, try finally getting an idea to solve that ONE plot hole only to forget about it come morning. Truly I feel your pain. Also currently answering this while I make mac and cheese, whoo multitasking >:3 here’s to hoping the pot doesn’t over boil

~Alolan Raichu??? Nah nah nah, ✨ freaking pancake giver ✨

~Just wait for a baby Mitsuri if you think Inosuke can eat a lot XD

~Wait that’s so cute 🥺 Let Nezuko cuddle with the Pichu shots are very scary. A cuddle buddy is a must

~Oh gosh. Tanjiro’s me. Just. Yeah. Overtired and over emotional. And then saying that Rengoku is like his father. Ouch. Low blow little guy.

~Bdjsbjsbj oh my gosh not Zhongli and Gyomei crying over a fictional story. Aether is so done with this crap. They are asking the wrong questions. Why does Hu Tao keep telling stories with rocks getting hurt in them at all??? We all know Hu Tao will not learn her lesson and do the exact same thing again

~But also Gyomei and Zhonngli, them being small together is such a cute idea. It just fits. :3

~Breakfast equals chaos and you know what? Rengoku is very right about eating while sitting on the floor. I do that all the time lol.

~Itto with the motto of, everything is eatable if you try hard enough >:3

~Jdbskn XD at this rate anime is going to be banned from anyone who’s regressed.

I enjoyed these very much! 20 outta 10 for the sillies :D Sorry for such a late response my life has been hectic to say the least and my brain would not cooperate in coming up with responses even though I wanted to 😭

[skull-earring]

👀

Do you have any song suggestions for Meg 🤔

I will so take suggestions

SMILES

Okay it really depends on like. I think there are a lot of angles you can look at Megaera from and I like exploring all of them so I’ll go through a few.

Here’s my playlist for her (Spotify) I’m gonna explain some of the song choices

So I think the most popular one I see and also the most surface-level is the badass unbreakable front she puts up and for that part you get songs like Blood in the Cut (K. Flay) and Natural (Imagine Dragons). K. Flay is very good for vibes uhh President Has a Sex Tape would go in here too if I wasn’t so incredibly picky about lyrics.

The second aspect of her is like… her inability/unwillingness to show vulnerability that can contribute to that sharp outward persona and makes a lot of the more sensitive/self-aware songs like off the table kind of in my opinion because she’s not one to be outwardly emotionally vulnerable at all. But this is where uh Roadkill comes in I love that song for Megaera because I think it perfectly brings in her want and need for someone to return the care she has for others without actually prioritising herself. This is also uhhh O My Heart, with struggling to keep relationships because she literally just can’t be open enough with someone (I see this with Achilles most, but also a lot with Alecto, and in her conversations with Zag it’s often obvious).

That also leads into my favourite thing ever and that is Megaera’s guard dog theme. Because the thing is Megaera’s main priority - kind of her only priority - is her duty to everyone else. It says in her Codex entry that she’s loyal to Hades, but not actually Hades, she’s loyal to the House itself. And nearly every overheard conversation of hers with someone else is her trying to help someone and doing a very bad job at hiding that she cares about them. And also the whole “I’m only doing this because I have to” “I’d rather be on [Hades’] bad side than yours”. Megaera can literally do less than Cerberus can. Cerberus doesn’t even have to fight Zagreus he can be bribed to let him pass, Megaera doesn’t have that luxury and doesn’t have a choice in killing him, she’s on orders. This is getting very long but trust me okay she’s more guard dog coded than the literal guard dog. So anyway that’s to say that Cop Car, I’m Your Man, Until It Doesn’t Hurt (the “not being allowed to do anything but stay put and do what I’m told”), Bullet with Butterfly Wings, Saint Bernard, a couple more, all that.

And also Giver is for the whole “constantly serving everyone around her and still believes being kind is not her thing”. She’s got that ISTP inferior Fe swag. That’s a different thing.

There’s also the whole oldest sister essentially being “favourited” and “abandoning” her sisters and the guilt that comes with that and having a wall kind of form between you and them and not being able to try and rebuild that relationship because of aforementioned inability to allow yourself to open up and your sisters growing closer to each other and further away from you as a result and there’s probably a lot of songs that go with that whole thing. Who knows though.

Ignore how this immediately derailed and turned into a character analysis post. Basically I go insane over her every day.

[maela-the-menace]

Pspspspspsps shorts wars fans come get ur food

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@Datchia

Sooo guess who just hacked Danno’s phone! Honestly it was ridiculously easy, he didn’t even have a security system active. C’mon dude, you have a YouTube channel. But that’s not the main reason I’m here. My investigation continues! It’s… got more evidence… here, this is a snippet of a convo I saw between him and Riggy.

[screenshot start]

Sewer Rat: Why did you send that to Cdot?

Danno: because it’s funny, obviously

Sewer rat: yea I know but why a console and a finger??? Where did you even get the finger!

Danno: the console has a pikmin game downloaded onto it, and you don’t need to know where I got the finger.

Sewer Rat: alr. The blood wasn’t yours though right?

Danno: no don’t worry

Sewer rat: alr good

[screenshot end]

My guys did you see that? Danno sent what to cdot?? What???

#wtf #Danno cal drawings #Riggy the Runky #excuse me but what the fuck #where did he get the finger #where did he get the blood #I really hope he doesn’t see this

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@Fucker-of-mothers

There's no way this is real

@hotdog-cop

Honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if this was real. Riggy is a horrible influence

@EntWithAHoodie

Dude if Danno has tumblr you’re probably fucked.

Reblog

@Datchia

Here’s a follow up with the Cdot situation…

[Screenshot start]

Pikmin Bro: DUDE WTF

Danno: what?

Pikmin Bro: YOU SENT ME A FINGER! AND A BLOOD COVERED CONSOLE!

Danno: The console has Pikmin downloaded onto it! :)

Pikmin Bro: BUT WHY THE FINGER???

Danno: Just because.

Pikmin Bro: WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET THE FINGER? OR THE BLOOD?

Danno: Secret

Pikmin Bro: WHAT DO YOU MEAN SECRET?

[Screenshot end]

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@Datchia

So. It turns out that Danno isn’t the only criminal of the group. I uh… oops?

[Screenshot start]

Danno: Pear

Danno: Dude

Danno: Where are you

Gun Giver: Dawg what

Gun Giver: I was with Melon

Danno: I need weapons.

Gun Giver: Dawg I just gave you a shipment

Danno: That was today?

Gun Giver: I’m not gonna respond anymore.

[Screenshot end]

So yeah. Pear is apparently a weapons dealer.

RoyalPear #Danno cal drawings #RoyalMelon #I think #i’m scared

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@fruity-felon

What were Pear and Melon doing tho 🧐🧐🧐

@WenchOfTime

@fruity-felon I don’t think that’s what you’re supposed to me focusing on here

@BungoBob

What did I just discover here???

@Time-For-Soup

@WenchOfTime but seriously what were they doing tho???

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@Datchia

I’M SCARED I’M TERRIFIED I’M MORTIFIED I’M SCREAMING-

[Screenshot start]

Unknown Number: Hello? You’re Danno right?

Danno: Yes??? Who is this?

Unknown Number: Melon.

Danno: Oh ok

[Unknown Number changed to Materwelon]

Materwelon: Hey fuck you for that

Danno: ?

[Materwelon changed to The Melon Man]

Danno: WHAT.

The Melon Man: I taught myself how to code! And hack. It’s really fun!

Danno: I’m scared

The Melon Man: You should be :)

[Screenshot end]

That smiley face will haunt me forever and I think he’s about to start hunting me down.

#RoyalMelon #Danno cal drawings #I live in fear

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@OrbleTheGreat

Datchia I recommend RUNNING.

@Man-Of-Cheeseballs

Drop off the face of the internet and I think you’ll probably be fine… maybe… probably…

@Jiblits-vorp

I really doubt this is real but please make more

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@Datchia

I don’t know how Danno hasn’t noticed this yet considering how many people have seen it, but it’s probably a good thing. I’ll keep going until I’m noticed by someone relevant to the situation… here’s more. A lot more.

[screenshots start]

Danno: Pear your boyfriend is scaring me

Gun Giver: Danno Melon is not my boyfriend.

Danno: I never mentioned it was Melon though

Gun Giver: Dawg, you act like I wasn’t the one to give him your contact

Danno: But I still could’ve been referring to someone else

Gun Giver: Dawg Melon is fucking terrifying

Gun Giver: Also he told me about hacking your phone earlier

Gun Giver: He said that, and I quote, “anyone with a sliver of coding knowledge could hack into it if they tried.” He thinks you need a better security system

Danno: nahh it’ll be fine

—————

Danno: Hey Jonny you’re interested in code right?

Kirby man: Uhhhh yea I guess?

Danno: Talk to Melon about it

Kirby man: Out of all the things you’ve said to me, why is that the most ominous?

Danno: I could send you one of the packages to be more ominous

Kirby man: Ok nevermind that’s the most ominous thing you’ve ever said to me…

Danno: Ok I’ll just send another to Cdot

Kirby man: What in the fuck are you sending to Cdot?

Danno: :)

Kirby man: I’m scared

—————

Pikmin Bro: WHERE DID YOU GET A DEAD BLOODY RAT AND WHY IN THE HELL DID YOU SEND IT TO ME.

Danno: Riggy gave it to me

Pikmin Bro: Please don’t send more blood-covered objects

Danno: I will continue sending you blood covered objects

Pikmin Bro: Seriously don’t I don’t need bloodstains on my carpet

Danno: If it gets stained I’ll help you clean it up!

Pikmin Bro: The fact that you’re confident you can clean up a bloodstain is scary. One time I cut my finger cutting vegetables and the blood got on my couch. It’s still there and I’ve tried everything…

Danno: You just don’t know the process yet

Pikmin Bro: What the hell is “the process”

Danno: The process of cleaning blood.

Pikmin Bro: …

Pikmin Bro: I think it’s time to end this conversation.

—————

Kirby Man: YOU GOT ME WRAPPED UP IN A GANG.

Danno: Wait Pear didn’t tell you about it???

Kirby Man: YOU KNEW?

Kirby Man: Is that why Pear was always dealing with “stuff?”

Danno: Oh definitely.

Kirby Man: Why didn’t you tell me though?

Danno: I thought you knew!

Kirby Man: Please don’t tell me you’re also doing something illegal…

Danno: …

Kirby Man: Danno what did you do.

Kirby Man: Danno. What did you do.

Danno: Murder!

Kirby Man: WHAT THE FUCK.

[screenshots end]

Y'know I feel like Melon’s comment about hacking Danno’s phone might be directed at me but I might be going crazy from this

#Danno cal drawings #Jonny razer #Cdot #RoyalPear #RoyalMelon

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@Fruity-felon

Hmmmmmmmmm Danno implied Pear and Melon are dating? Are they? Possibly?

@Greatergingivitis

Holy shit

@Jabe-mota

Sooooooo Melon definitely knows about you right?

Some stuff is supposed to be bolded and italicized and some stuff is supposed to be a smaller font but it got lost through the Googledocs-to-Tumblr journey and I’m too lazy to fix all this sooooooooooo deal with it lol

[charlie-and-brown]

Normally, I am a woman and loves to see female characters thrive because it makes me easier to connect and self insert, which is a good way to enjoy the story. Therefore, I am prejudiced and love to defend female characters for I believe everyone gets the chances to redeem themselves.

Sakura is one of characters that I couldn’t love completely. I couldn’t understand why there are any needs to insult or criticize orphans behind their backs

It’s plain evil.

It means that person has absolute no empathy in their bones and that person is really dangerous. That person doesn’t care about what his or her words would affect others and would hurt other people without realizing it. That characteristic still existed when the movie, Road to Ninja, came out. I hate the scene that she was talking shit about her parents. That’s absolutely ungrateful.

You could shit talk about your parents but you need to do it in front of people who get parents. That’s the manners she keeps telling Naruto about. That’s the most important social code that couldn’t be broken at all, regardless the age.

Naruto is truly a good and forgiving person and Sasuke is kind-hearted. People tend to never talk to this person at all, or never view them as friends and or might shut them down as soon as they start talking. You are not going to say something good, so why should I listen to you?

I used to be fifteenth and never found any reasons to mock others about their parents. Parents are given, not chosen. We couldn’t choose our parents but we could choose to be a better person. And she criticizes Naruto being an orphan for what? The mere affection from Sasuke. How does it worth your morality?

Somehow, during the whole story, Sakura keeps reminding me of those bully in school. They never know what their behaviors cause other people pain and they never care unless they are benefited from others.

I love her persistence and resilience but I couldn’t find any reason Sasuke would love her. Regardless of his sexuality, he, in my views, would at least fall for someone who is a giver, giving others care and love, and passionate of life itself.

Ino would be good for him if he is not a gay because she is insightful, full of compassion and willing to help others without compensation. She is also full of life and could plant his favorite Tomatoes. The fact that Sai could fall for her is no doubt her warmth. For me, she is female Naruto, if Kushina and Minato are still alive. Maybe she is a fan girl but I see no issues that women chase good looking men. The issue should lie in women just chasing men for looks without intention to understand their needs.

[that-ari-blogger]

Spiky (Beast Island)

My main thesis for She-Ra and the Princesses of Power is that it is a tragedy of repetition. The cycle of abuse, for example, is a big part of Catra’s dynamic with everyone around her. But that theme extends beyond the personal.

I’m talking about both symbolic and physical extensions here. The idea of abuse can be represented through the art and style of a story with coding and specific word choice. But it can also be shown off literally on a larger scale. That is where environment design comes in, and the scale of that is truly immense.

SPOILERS AHEAD: (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)

Beast Island was a dumping ground for first ones tech, mostly weaponry, but also a variety of other tools and ideas. I will get back to some stuff in particular, but I feel the need to establish the baseline that this place just looks weird.

That’s the point with this episode, the environment is hostile by definition. You get that through the unfamiliarity of not knowing what the ground is and what is a tree, but you also get it from the fact that everything is spiky and gloopy. This place looks unsafe to be.

However, let’s go back to the theme for a moment, because I think it works really well here.

This place looks both organic and artificial. Like a single living thing that has had stuff done to it to mess it up.

The cycle of abuse is presented here as second hand. The first ones were at war and in their attempts to save themselves, they abused this island for all it was worth, turning it into a prickly version of itself that wards off intruders. That island in turn became a place to hold someone else’s baggage and turned that into weapons of its own. The island is hostile to everyone because of abuse being done to someone else that it got caught up in. That’s the cycle.

The key here is that I don’t think this place was decided upon because it was of particular importance. I think the opposite was true. The first ones needed a place to send their failed weapons and Beast Island was convenient and out of the way for them. They didn’t think about it, it didn’t matter.

Zooming out to the real world for a moment, that’s often how the cycle of abuse happens. It’s not about the person on the receiving end, the giver just needed to vent and was too caught up in themselves to notice that other people were getting hurt.

This is exactly Catra and Scorpia’s dynamic in the show. Catra is in pain, and Scorpia is a convenient scapegoat.

This can even be extrapolated further to the island’s inhabitants. The children of the second generation abuse victim. The creatures that grew to survive in harsh conditions by being harsh in their own right. They got angry, they got vicious, they started picking fights, passing that trauma on to someone else. Keeping the cycle going.

We meet King Micah in this episode, and he is utterly disconnected from reality. He doesn’t know how much time has passed, and he plays into that of the exile going mad and eating bugs. Seriously, I don’t know what this trope is called and it’s driving me nuts.

The point is, Micah has been in that world of someone else’s abuse for so long that he has no sense of reality. But hold on to this thought.

Daniel Dae Kim everybody. The line where he realises how long he's been gone is stellar and one of the best line reads in the entire series as far as I am concerned.

One of the key moments in this episode then is the depressive efforts of the source. The heart of the island, the place where all the pain is stored.

And the closer you get to this heart, the worse you get. It is a piece of technology that was designed to limit the hope of those around it, to make them want to give up. It’s not a weapon designed to win; it’s designed to subdue.

There are two ways to read this. The first is that maybe the First Ones weren’t the good guys if they had a weapon for subjugation just lying around. But the other plays back into this cycle idea.

What if this was a way that the first ones tried to save themselves, by replicating the techniques of their abuser. By reflecting back that all is lost and they should just give up. But it failed.

But a weapon, once loaded, will always be used, eventually. That latent malice and energy went somewhere, specifically here. Once again, it was convenient, but it is a potent symbol of becoming exactly the kind of person who oppressed you.

Notice however that this place does have one weakness, hope. The thing that can pull you out of the heart’s embrace is hope that things will get better. Essentially, the abuse can be stopped by pointing out that it is founded in nonsense, which leads me back to Micah.

Micah has survived to this point through determination to see his daughter again. He has stayed sane; he has had a will to survive. He has had somewhere beyond the abuse to anchor himself to. When he realises his wife has died (I know she’s technically still alive but come on), he loses that, and he loses his hope. Grief is a demotivator. It’s a kick up the ass, but it teaches you to avoid things rather than go and do them.

Which leads me back to the environment, and to the Pookas.

The Pookas have survived in this place. They are spiky and unpleasant, yes, but they have survived just as well as if not better than Micah, and they have done that together.

The Pookas wear their abuse like a badge of honour, and they don’t direct it at each other. They hunt in packs and don’t squabble, instead they are silent, watching.

There is a theme with every creature in this place appearing as something and then revealing it's other features and I think that's really cool. The bush suddenly has eyes, the spider crab has hands, and the Pookas have their weird mouths, but they show that off immediately. They are up front with how they operate. "I am weird, I am broken, this is my damage."

These are weird creatures and I think they are partly synthetic, but they own that. The Pookas break the cycle something savage, and they do it as a group.

Essentially, the Pookas are a support group. They are victims together who can take comfort in each other. They find food together and support each other.

It's not the best method, considering that they hunt people, but it is a step towards healing.

And, for that matter, this step towards healing applies to the rest of the island. This place is alive. There is stuff to eat, there is life growing. Nature gets better, eventually.

That’s the theme of the series. Abuse is cyclical, but those cycles can be broken. You find people to help you, you find a place that is far away from the abuse, you bear your scars for the world to see and you channel your anger in a healthy way.

Final Thoughts

This is a shorter post for two reasons. The first is that I don’t have much time during the week in which I am writing this, but the second is that I really don’t like this episode.

Don’t get me wrong, Daniel Dae Kim kills this role and should be a joy to watch, if the dialogue wasn’t weird and if the conflict surrounding his daughter didn’t come across as contrived and if the tone seemed in any way intentional. Add to that the fact that, until the final scene, the animation that looks like it was made for a different, much lower budget show (why does swift wind have human facial expressions? He’s a horse!), and I had a really bad time rewatching this episode.

So, I focused on stuff I did like. I thought the Pookas were weirdly cute, and I devised a post to talk about that. This blog exists so I can challenge myself to get better, and sometimes that means scratching out a thousand words about Pookas, and that’s ok.

Next week, however, is Destiny Part 1, so stick around if that interests you.

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[rfhusnik]

Cliched Codes: I'm Not A Teenager Anymore

      Written By:  Co Vet

            I’d like to begin these words by thanking Mayor George Jennifer and his, as he terms them “supervisors from other earthly realities” for permitting me, for a second time now, to expand upon some miscellaneous thoughts in this his city’s primary forum. But, in truth, while I am sincerely grateful for this second written opportunity, I’m also again displeased that the mayor has once more denied my physical presence within his city’s limits. “Why won’t you allow me to meet you and some of the residents of your city?” I asked him via a telephone conversation.

            “We’re afraid that your physical presence here among us might be so dominating as to actually overwhelm us health-wise” he replied.

            Thus, I guess once again my visit to the city will be done compositionally rather than in person. And I’ve heard that there were some who, after I’d submitted my first installment to this forum, expressed their disapproval that I’d been allowed to access them via written words. Nevertheless, I feel I can say without boasting, that the impact I’ve had worldwide warrants my second prosal opportunity here. And I know that, well, almost everyone still affixes the number nineteen to me. And that doesn’t bother me, but time does continue on; and people, and other physical entities do change with its passage. And personally, I guess I’d say that my most significant change has been that lately I’ve been trying to appear in “variant versions” of myself! And yet, even though everyone still envisions me as being nineteen, I’m not a teenager anymore.

            And I know that rightfully, youthful advice givers aren’t often taken seriously because at an early point in their lives they simply haven’t lived long enough to have accrued a meaningful amount of real world knowledge. Thus, for those of us of fewer years, it’s probably better to listen than try to be heard. But, in my personal case, of course I’ve been an unfortunate exception to the rule just stated. And I think I can truthfully say that I’ve already done enough to have cast an everlasting mark upon the history of mankind! But yet, ironic and untrue as it certainly seems, my wishes are not diabolical. In fact, I say this to the people of planet Earth:  Take care of business! Keep your human population from expanding beyond its capability to sustain itself; and, facilitate the peaceful passage of time by acknowledging that population’s innate personal, physical, mental, societal, and territorial rights.  

            And yes, I believe that many times what people don’t know doesn’t hurt them. Still, I also know all the evil I’ve instigated. Thus, these words are my apology for all that’s happened on my watch. And they’re my petition to a truthful Lord:  Please grant mercy and forgiveness. And please comfort those who’ve, at my doing, suffered and recovered. And ease the pain of those who now remain after one or more of their loved ones have slipped… But I’m not a teenager anymore.

            And I suppose if I should humbly ask that all my wrongs would be absolved, I’d need to counter both circumstantial and verifiable evidence in the court of eternal determination. At nineteen, I changed the world. But I’m not nineteen anymore, though the number behind my professional name still says I am.

            And will my beginnings ever be truthfully learned of? And if indeed I’m someday found out as having been purposely loosed upon mankind, what will mankind’s reaction to that finding be? And of course I know how I began, but to use another relevant cliché “That’s for me to know, and for you to find out.”

            And although I’ve only lived twenty years now, that’s been enough for me to know that many who’ve lived much longer than I still can’t verbalize, let alone answer any of the great questions which have held massive significance during their lifetimes. But I think as years pass, humans find themselves analyzing acts of both great sin and godliness as they attempt to battle various states of mind which portend fear of their nation’s, as we’ll as the entire world’s future. 

            But I don’t expect mortals to pity me; not after what I’ve done! Yet, while my particular type of illness has caused great physical harm and/or death, it’s also extracted a mental toll on me personally, as I’m sure, if you’ve read these words thus far, you can deduce for yourself.

            Oh, and then with a mind so liberated, so unencumbered, and so unconcerned about what others may think or say, I often ponder words which somehow concern non-reality, but  which are based in reality. And I’ve come to believe that all forms of art, that is, all that’s read (literature), viewed live (all types of performance art except music), listened to (music – live or recorded), or viewed in non-live performance settings (painted art, drawn art, sculpture, etc..), was initially conceptualized in at least some modicum of realness.

            And the very real consequences of all I’ve become sometimes remind me of a somewhat poetic grouping of words I once encountered during one of my attempts at self-education. But so that quotation might expressly fit my personal situation, I needed to change a few words within it. And it is that “My satisfaction emanates from moments aesthetic, when within the ongoing conflict between true artists and lovers of conformity, my figurative seizure of brief lands, lands me brief, but true gratification. And I’m so aware that this was my turn on planet Earth! But I was forced to execute my allotted portion of temporal time through the use of viral actions and physical occurrences, rather than with both the real and imagined weapons of the so-called ‘common man.’”

            But of course that quote reminds me of what I perceive as being a constant struggle between the artist (meaning one who engages in any art form, not only painting) and the so-called “commoner.” And, maybe besides, or perhaps because of that struggle, there’s always a question of how well any artist, or any artistic creation of any artist, is or are really understood by a working class public.

            And, the so-called artist is often left to fend for him or herself. And that the artist struggles against both the criminal and commonplace factions of society cannot be denied. But, of course one’s conception of art and artists is always dependent upon the worldly circumstances prevalent at the time.

            And who can refute the fact that the pace at which mortals live their lives within time’s passage has greatly quickened over the years? But yet, one basic question, as regards living one’s life has remained:  Should one’s life be substantially lived for oneself only; that is, should one, while of course adhering to the laws of society, focus one’s existence almost exclusively upon the results one’s actions will have upon oneself or, should one attempt to ascertain the effects one’s actions might have upon a populace in general? Oh, it’s difficult to face that question! And while its accepted answer may seem so easily fathomed by some, and indeed taught in schools and amongst religions denominations, perhaps its real answer, while basically correct, isn’t as completely correct as one might initially surmise.

            But I’ll leave you to ponder the above mentioned question. And as I leave, I’ll remind you of how time always continues, and how, as it does continue, changes occur around it; though its own essence does not change. And I know that some believe that the changes wrought by time are automatically good, but others have learned that they often aren’t. Yet, who can deny the truth and relevance of this cliché:  The more things change, the more they stay the same? And yet, despite that tendency toward non-change, I’d like to think that I, Co Vet, struck an eternal blow against sameness.

            Nevertheless, it now seems to me that my influence is beginning to wane. And that’s to be expected! Yet, much evil may still be left for me to engender! I actually don’t know! But it’s not easy to be a source of evil. And it’s devastating to have no alternative but to follow the dictates of evil’s master. And for the well-being of mankind, I’d prefer to simply fade away now. But I fear I’ll continue for some time to be a great scourge upon humanity; although, as I’ve stated before, I’m not a teenager anymore.

            And to me at least, within all the words I’ve written here today, sickness and death actually have not been my most significant personal topic; that distinction would go to the simple passage of time upon Planet Earth. And, though many may not believe this, the concept of history being continually added to has always been my central focus of existence. But I know that someday I’ll be gone, and to use another cliché, not forgotten. And when I’m gone, most mortals will no doubt long to return to “pre-plague days and ways.” Yet, some no doubt will then change their ways. They’ll have “learned their lesson.”