#he doesn't think twice about this stuff it's precious

[togament]

suo. sakura. umemiya. togame. pt. 1

"...and the biggest fattest one too. How'd it take him so long to figure it out? What did it take for him to finally realize?"

𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, general cute stuff really. There isn't much to warn about :o!!! gn!reader, Togame is tall and awkward and cute and and--, Ume's precious as always!

𝐒𝐔𝐎.

✦ when he’s doting on you way more, putting your wants over everything else.

He's attending to your every need even before you realize you even need it in the first place. Need tissues? He's already pulling them out of his bag. Got a migraine? He's already handing you a water bottle and an ibuprofen. He does it so naturally too like it's second nature to him.

✦ when he uncharacteristically gets heated when someone tries to harm you.

Listen. He's usually so, SO calm even in the most intense situations, always ready to analyze before acting--a real brain over heart typa guy. But when he finds you being cornered at an alleyway? He's sprinting towards you to beat whoever's planning on hurting you without even thinking twice. Someone's bothering you in town? He's shadowing you, protecting and keeping watch.

✦ he catches himself being flustered, blushing and folding at the sight of you.

Suo rarely shows any intense emotions. If anything, it's always just a slight smile and a little teasing remark here and there. But around you though? He's smiling widely, cheeks blushing. It's hard to hide sometimes. Goodness. He needs to keep himself in check, he often thinks. He doesn't want you to find out yet. Not yet.

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𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀.

✦ when he looks for you FIRST whenever he achieves something, whenever he's having a bad day--for literally EVERYTHING.

his immediate thought is you. Every time. When he sees the hybrid tomato plant you both grew from seed blooming, he's immediately sending you photos. When he's having one of those nights, tossing and turning in his sleep, thoughts keeping him awake, the only thing that's tethering him down to earth is you.

✦ when he sees you get along with the family that he built for himself.

Ume is never subtle when it comes to this. My god. He's blushing, tripping over his words, movements ever so stiff--it's very unusual to see Ume in this state. He's just so happy to see you interacting with everybody, loving each member as much as he does. He can't just swoop you off your feet and kiss you right? Not right now. Not when he's been silently pining for you for years.

✦ when he realizes his thoughts about his future always has you in it.

He often talks about his future with others, what his plans are after he graduates, where he wants to go, what restaurants to go to. Everyone notices how his thoughts always seem to gravitate towards you, always easing you into his plans with a pensive little, "Hm. Y'think they'd like to go here too? I heard them talking about the spot a couple times!", "Maaaan I wanna go here with them soon. Should I just book the tickets? Surprise them? Yeah I think I should!" Everyone's just waiting for a confession at this point, really.

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𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀.

✦ when random things remind him of you.

he could be on their daily patrols, passing by some shops and his mind would drift off to you and how you would look in the shirt he passed by, how your face would probably light up at the taste of the anpan they're selling down the street. Goodness you never leave his mind. Day dreams about it sometimes. Suo and Nirei has caught him multiple times doing so. Always ends with an extremely flustered Sakura.

✦ when he thinks he hears your laughter or your voice, his head snaps towards the direction of the sound.

just like the above! But it's your voice. Nirei thinks Sakura's just on guard by how often he looks around quickly but Suo points out Sakura's reddening cheeks and they immediately know he's thinking about you again. Wants to fish his phone out of his pocket with trembling (and blushing) fingers to ask you where you are. Y'know... Just in case you run into trouble.

✦ when he gave you the other half of his food (he hasn't taken a single bite yet)

Sakura sometimes eats for at least 5 people so to have him offer half of his food to you when you're out eating is saying something. His hands are blushing and trembling as he's trying his best to steady them, slicing a portion of his food to place it on your plate. Of course, you give him the other half of your food too. Of course he's a blushing mess.

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𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

✦ finds every excuse possible to be close to you. (Subtly.)

Ever noticed how Togame always seems to bump into you at spots you and your friends frequent? How he so happened to pass by the Furin school after your classes are dismissed? Gosh you're his first real crush so he doesn't know what to do with all these feelings. He wants to see you and see you often. He awkwardly and adorably tries his damndest not to seem too obvious when he's trying to see you more to strike up a conversation but his blushing (and tall frame) doesn't help his case.

✦ when he always talks about you to the old men at the public baths he frequents.

Togame's a quiet guy. He rarely ever yaps, always getting cut off mid-sentence since he talks so.. SO slow. But when it's about you, his normal 0.75x speaking speed goes up to a full 1.0x or even, dare I say, 1.25x. He's smiling ear to ear, voice with an uncharacteristic shine to it while he's playing shogi with one of the old men. They already adore you before they even meet you. They often give Togame advice too--bring you your favorite flowers, they suggest. Take you out for a festival date, they suggest. "Soon," Togame responds, scratching the back of his neck, "M'nervous though. I can pull it off ri--" "Of course you can, kame-kun." he looks at the old men with the softest, most lovestruck eyes they've ever seen. Soon. He'll make his very first move.

✦ has caught himself staring at you from afar, smiling to himself like a damn lovesick puppy.

...on multiple ocassions, might I add. You could be yapping away with the Bofurin members, talking animatedly about the most mundane things, arms flinging to and fro to get your point across, snort laughing and head thrown back. Togame's just sat just outside the group, ever the introvert. Face propped on his hand, heart practically melting. He doesn't realize he's doing this before Choji points it out. Loudly. He's immediately looking in the other direction, blush creeping up his neck as he struggles to keep the smaller Shishitoren member in check. While he's preoccupied, it's your turn to stare back at him, hiding a blush behind your hand. Suo notices this and points it out. Now the both of you are flustered messes.

a/n: tried my hand at a new layout!! eeeee inspired by my favorite perfume house but we're not opening that can of worms right now, lest I yap. ANYWHOSIES thank you, dear reader, for getting this far. I am smooching your forehead tenderly with consent.

[withlove-xixi]

— SANJI NSFW THOUGHTS: sanji x reader

ᥫ cw: nsfw, pet names, praise, also cum, roleplay ★ my favorite white guy ... sanji my darling boyfriend ... i miss him i need to start watching one piece again — MINORS DNI! —

first things first, i'm putting my foot down and saying sanji is simply too service top for me to see as a power bottom. im sorry, as much as i know he would be wrapped around your finger, he's not completely powerless. sure if you told him to bottom, he'd be bent over and spread open before you've even finished asking.

that being said, his submissiveness is done completely out of love. he's always treating you like you're the most precious thing in the world, because to him, you're nothing less.

hes definitely not that kinky i'd say, hes just willing to try things you'd like. sure, there are some things that would turn him on (doesn't everything lol?) but i think there would be very few of what hes actually into and definitely some he'd absolutely refuse to do.

ive seen other people say it, but idt he'd be big on like spanking or other kinds of pain play, simply because the idea of hurting you (consensual or accidental) will actually drive him insane and he'd explode. he's a bit wary of things like bondage too because what if you get hurt? your safety is always his priority, he'd do anything to ensure it.

idt he's keen too on the idea of threesomes, voyeurism, etc because hes a bit .. possessive of you. at least, maybe he would allow sharing you if he had the reins. like if he was able to dictate how things would happen and stuff, because otherwise he wouldn't dare even entertain the idea. i think sanji finds sex to be intimate more than anything, it's a way for him to show his love to you, so why must he share that? that isnt to say he hasnt thought about having multiple partners during sex, the idea's passed through his mind once or twice before and it's gotten him flustered, but it's hardly anything he'd really want to do (again, unless he had control of things or if you really begged him for it)

oh and he is so good with praise. he's always showering you with complements even outside of sex. it's always "good job, darling" or "i've got you, sweetheart" and aughhh!! he's just sweet like that. he's always planting kisses on your thighs or chest, on the back of your hand on against you palm. PLUS PETNAMES! he loves calling you all sorts of things, comparing you to summer days or sweet flowers. it was like he was always finding new ways to tell you he loved you.

i think sanji likes looking at you too. sometimes he could be a bit too mesmerized by you, staring intently, hungrily with those pretty blue eyes. he's taking in every detail of your face and body, every bead of sweat on your skin, the shine of slick on your thighs, the rise and fal of your chest. sometimes he gets too busy staring he stays completely frozen lmao.

and ... i think he likes watching you covered in his cum. like he'd cum as deep as he can inside you snd spread you apart just a bit to watch it ooze out, or he'd cum on your belly and smear it over your skin eith his fingers, or he'd cum all over your face and watch it drip off your chin (oh he is definitely getting a nose bleed from all that)

his favorite thing though is when you dress up for him. whether is frilly revealing tops or lacy lingere, he's getting hard as soon as he sees you. again, idt he's got too many kinks, he's just willing to try things out with you, but if there was anything he liked the most it might be roleplay. there's something about seeing you in different outfits and seeing you play the role of a nurse or a doctor sends his blood rushing to his dick lol.

[viciousvortexx]

Some of my Vergil NSFW headcanons

things i think he would like doing woohoo and other +18 stuff.

⋆ ･˳ . ⋆  ⭒ ✿ ⭒ ⋆･. ˳ . ⋆

★ Vergil isn't so experienced as it seems, if you think about it, he only had sex once or maybe twice, but he haves a sort of natural talent to learn things fast.

★ Loves to cover you with kisses while his hands squeeze and explore all the soft spots in you.

★ Vergil is a man that knows what he wants, going for it with determination to take his partner, he's got game, strong hands grabbing you firmly, tracing patterns along your skin to mark you as his together with deep slow kisses that takes your breath away, lefting no room for objection.

★ Teases a lot by rubbing the head of his cock right on your entrance, penetrating just the tip here and there to pull it off again and see you squirm underneath him. Vergil is patient, and to see his partner begging and rolling the eyes with so little drives him crazy. "You want it so badly, hmm, little one?”

Ps: of course he won't force you to do something if you really don't want to, he's respectful above all.

★ Often his dirty talk is whispered and you probably won't see his face while talking since it'll be buried on your neck or between the legs.

★ Isn't too loud (unless when close to finish that his voice gets more loud and urgent), but moans and grunts a lot, husky and gutural mixed with heavy pants and gasps.

(bro did you ever see this man in battle and how much he growls? you really think he won't have any clear reactions?)

★ Sex is an important connection you share with your partner, it's not just about the lust, Vergil loves positions where he can exchange glances, doesn't like positions that you're too far from him, he needs to look and touch his mate.

★ Challenges to take him deeper into your mouth with a confidant taunt, chuckling amused till you almost engulfs him entirely, what causes the blue one to tremble and gasp. “Do you think you can swallow me whole, darling?�� 

★ As much as he likes to dominate, he likes to be dominated, loves it when someone tries to tame him because of the thrill of a challenge, Vergil will be pleased to be at your mercy while ordering him around (finds it amusing, yet arousing) but doesn't like things such as humiliation and degradation, this also applies when the roles run with him dominating the partner, Vergil doesn't want to go too extreme and maybe end up bringing back some painful memories, love is new for him but not suffering.

★ All the process of lovemaking is important, he'll take his time to the begging of the foreplay till the aftercare, having sex with him is something that takes hours (and doesn't happen so often).

★ Speaking of aftercare, his favorites are a warm bath in the tub together and cuddling under the duvets with your bodies still naked and pressed against each other, Vergil discovered this is precious to him after he got older, probably didn't care about this when was younger.

★ He eats you out by holding your thighs to your chest, burying his face between the legs and savouring it with hungry long licks and sucks, nuzzling his face into it and growling pleased to feel you coating him from nose to chin, intoxicating all of his senses, the taste of your body, the soft delicate flesh on his hands, your natural scent, the sight of his lover completely helpless while melting on his mouth while whimpering his name fills Vergil with satisfaction.

★ Loves to receive sensual lap dances as a foreplay, the room should be almost dark with music playing in the background, placing his arms over the back of the couch while watching you sway over the tight bulge inside his leather pants, but eventually will grab your hips with need and join in the grinding. “You needy little thing, hmmmph...”

★ Haves a "horny cycle" from time to time, Vergil never really tells you when it's happening, but you learned to identify it by his increasing body temperature, unwanted erections, and the sticky  behavior because needs attention and doesn't want to ask for it (feels ashamed to follow you around like a lost kitten, it's kind of cute and you know it's not his fault). When finally gives in to his needs, he'll use the devil trigger to breed you since it's a demon thing, also, the chances of pregnancy always increase with the DT.

★ Likes to do some cock warming while reading late at night, the feeling of being wrapped and close to each other just to relax a bit goes well with a good book. “I'm sorry darling, it wasn't my intention to move.”

★ Loves to knead on your breasts or any other soft spots while spooning, mostly, Vergil doesn't do this with sexual intentions, but because he enjoys to be this intimate when comfy enough, it also helps to relieve the stress.

★ Pins your hands on top of your head when doing the missionary position.

(i like to imagine this together with my other headcanon about how Vergil is a good listener and enjoys to hear the others talking about something they like or about their day.)

★ Bratty behavior can turn him on very easily, Vergil likes it when his mate tries to defiance him.

[chanswifey]

Seventeen as your boyfriend | Jeonghan

mean™

Don't get me wrong, he's completely in love with you, it's just that his love language includes being a bit annoying

If he doesn't try to annoy you at least once a day assume he's sick or got abducted and replaced with a clone

Apologies are usually in the form of a warm meal or a cuddle session before sleep

He also likes to treat you by giving you gifts, you don't know but he has definitely stalked your wishlist once or twice to try to surprise you (and make sure you forgive him)

He's addicted to gossiping with you, he knows all the office tea and your coworker's names even though he has never met any of them

Some nights you get home to him holding an actual tea mug and signaling the seat next to him

"You will not believe what happened today at work", you say dropping your stuff by the entrance door.

"Tell me everything, honey", he answers handing you your own tea mug.

On date nights he likes to take you on walks in the park to look at the stars, he loves to hear you talk about the things you love, even if it's just some tv show you recently found

You guys used to do game nights but those are forbidden now because he kept cheating so much and when you managed to win once he tried to accuse you of cheating... the nerve 🙄

This guy finds a way to cheat on games you would not even think possible, he's an actual mastermind

He takes really good care of you, doesn't matter how busy he is, always worrying about your sleep and if you have been eating

He's also the type to do things just because you are into them, he ends up enjoying it too but won't admit to it

Like doing skincare routines, never seen a guy fall asleep so fast as when you are applying cream on his face

He will literally search for new face masks to try with you then whine the whole time you are putting it on his face

You are the only person allowed to braid his hair other than his hair stylist, he loves when you play with his hair and even takes pictures to brag to the members about how good you are at it

He LOVES to take unflattering pics of you, LOVES!!!! And he WILL use all of them on your birthday post

He will get on your nerves so bad sometimes but with a face like that you can't really stay mad at him, can you?

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2023 © chanswifey — do not repost or translate

author's note: this one was easier to do than I thought it would be tbh, I hope you guys like it. About the next post, I will try to do it tomorrow but if I don't it will be posted on Sunday. I have to take my precious angel of a dog to the vet on Saturday and I have no idea how long it will take. Anyways let me know if you guys like this one and remember to like and reblog to help me, love yall 💗

mlist | request here | what I write

[ofallthingsnasty]

a/n: Someone asked for more of Doflamingo's family pet - unfortunately I accidentally deleted the ask, but as I actually keep a physical list of all the asks I need to get to, it hasn't been lost! I hope this finds its way to you, anon 😘����

tags: heavy dehumanization, weird pet metaphors, unreliable narrator, noncon, violence, minors dni, death (not yours), fat gn reader, vomit mention, read the tags and read them twice, just some thoughts

word count: 1.1k

Doflamingo thinks himself a good owner.

You're clean, well-groomed, clothed, fed and loved. Entertained, too. He stuffs you into your crate only at night - even if he has to leave you behind (which he rarely does), you stay with the rest of the family, not in that little cage. He's responsible. Loving. Tender.

But even he can forget about some things.

Maybe it should have been obvious, since you haven't been neutered. But to his defense, it's rather easy to forget that you, when stripped down, are just a mammal - blunt little teeth, yappy antics and bug-eyed, watery stares fool him so easily, make you sexless and too cute to have any needs of your own. And with his frequent appetites sated and you chewing through the leather of his newest chaise, you're just his mutt, feisty but spoiled. And really, who likes to think about their precious little darling dog being aroused? Not him, that's for sure. You're supposed to be something soft to spoil, something to lighten up his days.

Unfortunately, his pesky habit of kicking you whenever you drool just a little too much on his expensive pants (among other things) leads to the discovery of uncomfortable truths. One peculiarly placed hit, and something happens that he never expected - you yelp in pain, and then it climbs out of your throat, grotesque and breathy. A moan. And suddenly, something occurs to him. Makes him go down the lane of unsavory thoughts he never wanted to have when it comes to you.

He has neglected you. Greatly.

In all these years, he has been nothing but selfish - always enjoyed someone hanging off his arm, someone to warm his bed - while you had gone without, never had the possibility to get some relief. That's why you're getting winded over a simple kick to your crotch, poor, pathetic little thing. It's so wrong, so fucking depraved - he didn't train you to be so needy, to have to find pleasure in something so brutish. Yet here you are. Writhing in pain and something else as you try to shield your most sensitive parts from further intrusions.

He's suddenly going silent, brooding above you. Something needs to be done, he realizes.

The answer seems obvious - he should get you someone you can play around with, to let off steam, to indulge in the cruder parts of your nature. At first, the thought is appalling, but the more he ruminates and lets different scenarios play in his head, the more he sees that it has to be done. And it could be quite a bit of fun for him as well, if done correctly.

Arrangements are made almost too easily.

It's only fair that he gets you someone from that heap of trash you called your home. Maybe you even knew each other, before he found a place on his lap for you - it matters not, as long as the specimen is someone you would have fucked way back when he first took you. Doflamingo figures the man is up to your tastes, picks someone who looks healthy and strong. After all, he only wants the best for you - if he gets to pick his entertainment du jour, why shouldn't he at least get you someone appealing? (He also doesn't need any suspicious activity on Dressrosa, especially because he doesn't intend to have the man turned into a toy. He has his own visions for this - but that's not for little lap dogs like you to know.)

The male is taken, Doflamingo's room prepared and you - naive, stupid, and stunted that you are - follow him as you always do and walk right into his trap. It's nothing elaborate, really. But it does the job. Just the bound male, a flick of his wrist to restrain and oh-

He can play with the two of you like puppets. Of course, you're all confused. He rarely (if ever) uses his powers on you, so the sudden restraints feel like some sort of betrayal. Your big eyes question him, looking somehow even more pathetic underlined by your fat cheeks. He doesn't know if he should tut or laugh at you, that's how delicious your expression is - and it gets better and better as he tears your flimsy, carefully picked out pants apart. You are so utterly shocked, so taken by surprise it looks like you're short-circuiting. Only when the bigger man pounces on you - because Doflamingo is making him do so - you try to kick, bite, scratch, suddenly coming back to reality. But poor little fat pup, you're breathless and limp after a few minutes of struggle against his restraints and heave out your tears when your breath leaves you behind. Your fat ass up in the air, you can do very little with the way he's holding you in position.

You have to let it happen, even as the snot pools on the floor.

It's for your own good. And to his great amusement. He keeps you like this, makes the man mount you, fuck you, defile you - keeps intently watching the scene in front of him, the way you blubber and cry out. It's kind of cute, really - you're both crying. Like some grotesque version of two young lovers taking each other's virginity, you're both stuttering out apologies and clutching what is closest to you, even if that is your ass in his case.

It gets boring rather quickly, though. And rather tiring on the hands, too.

So he lets the male go - who gets cross-eyed faster than he can realize he's been freed because there is suddenly a pistol aimed directly at his forehead. If he was crying before, he's downright hysterical now. It doesn't leave you unfazed, either - Doflamingo's precious little mutt is suddenly deadly silent, too afraid to squeak out even a tiny moan. A precious sight to him. Especially when the man finally pumps his load into you, his orgasm flat and fast and unsatisfying, because it's ripped from him entirely due to the way his body functions, not because this is in any way enjoyable to him. Doflamingo smiles as the male huffs out a sigh, weighing himself in a moment of false security and-

He pulls the trigger.

You scream - but only a second later, only when the man goes limp above you, only when blood and brains splatter all over your back. You scream and scream and scream until you're hoarse, until your voice gets wet underneath the vomit that suddenly leaves you. Doflamingo would click his tongue at the sight if he wasn't so busy laughing at your predicament. Really, he had forgotten how fun it is to terrorize you a little, had forgotten how quaint it can be when your stupid face goes from empty stupidity to sheer and utter fear, the kind one can taste on their tongue. You can be so entertaining when pushed a little and he can't help but revel in the tiniest sliver of nostalgia as he looks at you, beaten down and traumatized like the day he took you.

Still, he's getting you neutered the next chance he gets.

[duchess-kyuupid]

Not quite an X Reader request, but a fun little prompt: In the place of Yuu is a TWST version of Little Ghost from Hollow Knight. Everyone thinks the kid's some random five year old fae that got swiped up by accident and is mostly babysat by the staff, but that doesn't stop some students from trying to bully the baby.

However, the baby in question is very good at hiding knives on their person and is secretly a master swordsman, and one day stabs a bully in the leg for shoving them, right in front of the bully's dorm leader.

Question: How do the dorm leaders react in this situation?

Okay uhh... I haven't written anything for a long time I know, but this I feel like I absolutely HAVE to do. Hopefully Silksong comes soon...right?

« Little Ghost gets into a Little Fight™ in Twisted Wonderland »

[TWST x Hollow Knight, Platonic affection, Ghost is slightly taller than Grim, not an x reader, the bullies are from each respective dorm (like Riddle's bullies are from Heartslabyul, etc.)]

So this whole conundrum started when Little Ghost found their favorite dorm leader in the halls in between classes. In their little scurry to reach them, they had to bypass a couple other students who were also in the hallway. One such student, with their small group of friends, intended to punt them and disguise it as a mere "shove."

"Better watch where you're going, shorty- us tall people can't see you from all the way up here when- OW! God damn it, what the hell?"

Little Ghost hides away their sharpened nail within the cover of their cloak, as if it was never there to begin with. They look up to the bully, pure malice filling the void of its blank, unblinking eyes. The bully's friends decide it was probably best to take the bully to the nurse and apologize on their behalf because, just look at his leg, it's bleeding! And, oh god, how big is that hole in his foot? What even is this weird shadow stuff? Best to just apologize and get out of there while they still could...

~Riddle~

Riddle witnesses the whole thing from the very moment that the Little Ghost saw him to begin with. Yet, the bullies left so quick that he didn't get a chance to collar them for their blatant disregard for the lives of innocent creatures. And almost immediately after the bullies left, the knight headed straight towards Riddle.

He was angry at first, at how the bullies so flagrantly disobeyed Rule #75: Never kick any creature with your left foot on Thursdays. But rather, he ended up feeling more concerned over the safety of the knight than anything else.

He took a moment to make sure the knight was feeling okay before going off into great detail about how it's against school policy to carry and conceal any weapon that isn't a wand on campus. Granted, he momentarily stops himself mid-sentence during his rant about this, since technically Little Ghost isn't even a student at NRC, so perhaps those rules don't apply to them? Hmm... An interesting counterargument indeed...

Ghost merely stares blankly back with little reaction to the scolding from Riddle. He sighs and decides to say nothing else about the knight's hidden weapons because, ultimately, Riddle is just happy that he won't have to worry so much about the little guy getting hurt with the knowledge that they can protect themselves if they need to.

"Well," Riddle supposes, "I guess I can let it go just this once. But just make sure that you don't go around stirring up even more trouble. Just let me know if anyone else decides to bother you, and I shall make sure to deal with them properly. Still, I need to go make sure those other ruffians don't make the same mistake twice about breaking the Queen's rules."

Riddle leans down a bit and pats the top of the knight's head with endearment in his eyes before walking away towards the nurse's office, an obvious glare of anger in his stride as he walked.

And the Little Ghost, left all alone in the hallway, looks down to their little hand, holding onto their precious charm: Fury of the Fallen.

Ah, another time then... they think.

~Leona~

Leona catches the whole thing and laughs about it as he watches the bullies scurry away in fear. He'd be dead before he admits it out loud, but Leona was actually just about to step in for the Little Ghost. True, he was pretending that he didn't see them as they were trying to approach him in the hallway, but he's always trying to look out for Little Ghost, whether on purpose or not.

Anyway, his laugh was more like a snide snicker, filled with mocking amusement. It was almost ironic how those beastmen could be so frightened by such a small little mouse, and hearing them squeal like babies was almost like music to his ears.

Leona smiles wider when Ghost finally approaches him after the incident, and he dips down to give them a little pat on the head.

"Nice job there, runt. That's what they get for messing with the wrong pack."

However, Leona's caught by surprise when the Ghost takes his hand from their head and places something in it. It felt cold- metallic maybe?- in his hand, and he takes a look at the gift Ghost had given to him. A... brooch? Ehh... The thought is nice but he's not exactly a jewelry kinda guy, you know?

Oh wait, and there's a note on it too.

'Mark of Pride. To my favorite pack leader.'

The next day, almost all of the Savanaclaw residents took notice of the new brooch their leader started wearing around.

~Azul~

Well, those bullies did have it coming to them, to be fair. Azul is in equal parts surprised and not surprised at those turn of events. On one hand, he's not surprised that Ghost had a little something up their sleeves on how to protect themselves, but on the other hand, he just didn't expect it to be...that.

Like, you'd think that you wouldn't be able to do a lot of damage with just a comically sized nail, but apparently, it was enough to scare even Octavinelle students away. And what was with that shadow magic? He's never seen anyone use anything remotely similar- not even cosmic magic came close to what the Ghost wielded in tandem with their nail just now.

My, he's just reminded of how the land has so many things to learn and many more to gain from. Azul approaches Ghost after the bullies leave with a smile on his face. Whether the smile is from his eagerness for a new deal, his relief that Ghost is safe, or even a combination of the two- not even Azul knows.

"That was spectacular, Little Ghost! You really showed them what's what!"

And Ghost just looks back up at him with his eyes, devoid of any sort of emotion. Most people have become quite frightened of Ghost by now, and it feels like Azul is the only person who ever looks them directly in the eyes. After all, after spending basically your entire life at the bottom of the ocean, peering into the darkness is nothing new for someone like Azul.

For this reason, while Azul was talking his mouth off at the prospect of learning about Ghost's void magic, Ghost reaches into their cloak and pulls out a charm, picked out specifically for Azul.

Ghost stands on their toes and stretches out their arms to offer their one and only charm of Unbreakable Greed to Azul, and he receives it gracefully with a polite thank you and a semi-surprised expression.

"It's remarkably shiny. Beautiful even. Thank you, Ghost." Ghost quickly finds a pen and paper to write on for a quick note to Azul before he starts getting any ideas.

'Don't sell this one. It's supposed to bring you more money.'

~Kalim~

He was too carried away in talking off Jamil's ears, so much so that he never even noticed the kerfuffle until the bullies started making a fuss.

"NO! GHOST, STOP IT. That's mean!" He scolds ghost as if they were a cat, and he didn't even realize that it was out of self defense. He picks up ghost and cuddles him close to his chest and tries to apologize to the bully for the inconvenience.

Meanwhile, the bully just screams out about how the ghost is a devil in disguise- a monster. Kalim doesn't believe them as the ghost just looks back up to him with (seemingly) innocent doe eyes.

"Well if you were being mean like that to them then its no wonder why they hurt you!" And by that point, the bullies had already started to run off, frightened of getting on the wrong side of an Al-Asim as well as...whatever Ghost is- monster or devil.

"You didn't get hurt did you, little guy?" Kalim asks worriedly, and Ghost merely shakes his head no. With a sigh of relief, Kalim smiles and continues walking through the hallway with Ghost still in tow within his arms.

This was probably the most perfect time for Ghost to offer their gift to him, so from their pocket they take out their Hiveblood charm.

And Jamil has to stop Kalim from crying on the spot when the Ghost attaches the charm onto his cardigan. Ghost doesn't even need to explain what it does- Kalim will probably wear it every day anyway.

~Vil~

Vil sees what happens and also laughs for a second as he watched the bullies run away from the scene. Though, he was a bit disappointed, in a way. Those bullies were the ones who started it, and yet they didn't even have the courage to finish it? Not only that, but they didn't even look the least bit graceful in their bullying tactics. How shameful. He ought to scold them for bringing such disgusting habits into the Pomefiore lifestyle.

But, Vil decided, they were very much beyond his recognition right now. As Housewarden, he can probably set them up with a punishment befitting their actions later, but right now, Vil notices the Little Ghost approaching him with a sort of glee in their steps.

"Hello there, Little Ghost. You weren't hurt, I hope?" And Ghost shakes their head no before reaching into their pocket to pull something out from under their cloak.

Immediately, the hallway fills up with a strong stench in the air that seemingly came from nowhere. But, Vil knew better. After all, he can practically see the fumes radiating off of whatever the Ghost had in their hand. What confused him though, was why it only started smelling when the Ghost took it out from their cloak if they had it this whole time...

The Ghost reaches out their hand to offer their Defender's Crest to Vil, but he looks at it in disgust and pinches his nose so he wouldn't have to smell it. (Alas, this tactic did not help whatsoever, as now he was forced to almost taste the smell as the fumes visibly wafted into his face.) Still, he tried his best to decline the offer as politely as he could... In classic Vil fashion, of course.

"If you plan on giving me that, then forget about it and keep it for yourself. It's disguising and revolting. I'd probably catch 10 different diseases if I so much as touch that thing." Reminder, this was Vil trying to politely refuse the gift.

He almost felt bad about what he said once he sees the way that the Ghost lowers their arms and looks down sadly. Keyword: almost. While their eyes held nothing but emptiness, you could almost feel the small amount of sadness coming from them as they took a moment to think. To be honest, Vil was mere seconds away from reaching for his handkerchief to begrudgingly accept this...lovely gift before the Ghost puts it back into their cloak and pulls out something else instead. It was their charm of Deep Focus, and the beautiful purple gemstones on it shimmered gloriously under the lights in the hallway.

"That's much better," Vil smiles in acceptance and graciously takes the new gift, "And rather beautiful too. Thank you, Ghost."

Ghost was at least happy that Vil liked this one since it was pretty. To be honest though, they were still pretty hurt that Vil would call it disguisting... Ghost can't smell anything, so how were they supposed to know that Vil wouldn't like it?

At least, now it means that they can keep their memento from one of their best friends from their own world.

'I won't ever forget you, Dung Defender. Not even if I lose your Crest.'

~Idia~

Please don't blame him for not stepping in. He doesn't do too well with fights- or just drawing any sort of attention to himself. But! At least when the squabble was over, Idia stood in place and waited for the knight to come to him like they initially wanted. Usually, once Idia sees someone- anyone, really, with the exception of his brother- approaching him, he'll take any sort of excuse to get out of there to avoid confrontation.

Lucky for him, the Little Ghost can't speak. Or perhaps, they choose not to. Either way, it makes it a lot easier for Idia to hang out with the Ghost when he knows he's not going to be expected to answer any random questioning or have to actively participate in conversation.

It's gotten to the point where Idia and Ghost can communicate with each other without making any sort of sounds at all. It's kinda creepy to the other students at the college though... I mean, how can you tell what Little Ghost is thinking when they've never spoken, when their mask is immovable, and when their eyes hold nothing but empty void in them?

Ortho would just tell those people off for him though, because it's in those eyes of theirs that they can understand each other so clearly. Can't you see how much expression Ghost has? Just look at those eyes! [Its complete and utter darkness.] But...to be honest... Ortho doesn't understand it either. Idia supposes he might need to improve Ortho's emotional reading modules...

Going back on topic, Ghost approaches Idia in the hallway and their creepy nonverbal conversation began.

'Are you hurt?' 'No.' 'Good. I can dox them later if you want. Wanna play some games with me later?' 'Yes. I have something for you.' 'Let's see it then.'

Ghost pulls out from their cloak their most precious charm they own: Wayward Compass. Idia's gamer instincts can tell how much latent immense power that is stored in this innocuous brooch, and he accepts it gladly.

Later that day, Idia asks Ortho to scan the object to see what kind of power lays behind this brooch.

"It just shows you where you are on any map."

"Like a GPS?" Ortho nods.

"Oh."

~Malleus~

He's quite pleased actually. He, as well as most of Diasomnia (being the fae that they are), knows the ghost isn't quite a fae, but isn't quite human either, so even he's at a loss for what kind of being the ghost really is. And this mystery makes it all the more easy for Ghost to become the target of bullying, and thus all the more easy for Malleus to become super protective over little ghost. Ultimately, Malleus is glad to see that they were not hurt in the fight.

After all, from the moment when they first met and he looked into it's eyes, he could sense that same sort of empty loneliness within as he does within himself. The Ghost isn't scared of him either, so naturally it seemed that they've become good friends, even if neither party are prone to speaking very much- if at all.

As the Ghost approaches Malleus in the hallway after the fight, he pets the top of their head and wonders to himself- what sort of material is this mask thing made of? Bone? Or is it a type of exoskeleton? Is it made from ceramic or glass? Or perhaps a strange type of wood? Maybe it's made from a material that's only exclusive to the world that Ghost is from.

Lost in his own thoughts, Malleus continued to pat Ghost's head endearingly, and he didn't notice that Ghost was holding something out for him until Ghost takes his hand off of their head and instead wrap his fingers around the stem of a precious white flower. It looked delicate, like it could break apart and fly away at any moment.

And yet, it was such a beautiful flower.

"Is this... for me?" he asks, to which Ghost responds with a nod.

To be honest, the knight would have been completely infuriated if those bullies had managed to break the delicate flower from their home world. They would not have gotten away with the measly scrapes that they did. There was only one of these flowers, and I mean, sure- it was supposed to be for someone else, but the knight got transported here before they could even bring it to Elderbug. Truly though, it was a miracle that the flower had managed to last this long without being broken.

Meanwhile, Malleus gets lost in his thoughts again for a second after realizing that this was the first gift he'd ever gotten from someone he considered as a friend. A kindred soul. He must take great care to protect both the flower and this little creature that is neither fae, human, nor monster- but a friend.

He takes extremely good care of the flower. It might even become one of his favorite items, next to his precious Tamagotchi game, and he places it in an enchanted vase to protect it for as long as he can.

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

POV: you're an aspid who broke the delicate flower

[abiiors]

maybe Jules and matty meeting each others parents for the first time 🥹 or honestly just any fluffy stuff

the meeting with matty's parents goes easy as a walk in the park. it's not planned, not really. they just show up as a surprise to one the band's big gigs. jules, who happens to be there, goes bright red the moment she runs (quite literally) into the denise welch.

she tries not to be awkward and all flustered about it, muttering apologies for knocking into her like that until a tween boy pops his head from behind her, looking adorably like a mini version of matty. jules almost coos, wanting to pinch his cheeks, but she doubts the boy would appreciate it much.

it's matty's little brother, she's soon told by her grinning boyfriend who's over the moon from this turn of events. louis, who initially makes faces at the prospect of his older brother having a girlfriend, comes around the moment they discover their shared love for video games.

matty can't stop beaming--looking between his mum and his girlfriend, getting along like a house on fire. he has no doubts that when jules gets to meet matty's dad later that month, she'd immediately take the spot of the darling of the family.

meeting jules' parents goes a differently, however.

he's bricking it, and even though he hasn't told jules about it matty's sure she can tell. he's being so obvious with wiping his sweaty palms on his (not ripped, clean) jeans every five minutes, the bouncing of his knees. the teeth gnawing on his lips.

it's not a long train ride but her parents do live down south--residents of a much posher area that he's used to. uncharted waters he thinks. next to him jules pretends to be cool and aloof, but matty knows she isn't all that happy about it either.

it's not that she doesn't get along with her parents. it's that they hardly speak, much more formal and stilted with each other. the complete opposite of matty and his family.

"they'll love you" she says, once and then twice. matty takes hold of her hand, kissing it sweetly.

"eh, i'm not so worried about that." his grin is easy going and carefree. the grin jules loves so dearly. for her sake, he will be on his best behaviour.

it goes as they both expect it. a dinner verging on formal and awkward, jules' mum and dad asking questions only when the silence gets overwhelming. other than that they're painfully cordial--all tight smiles, and polite hellos and averted eyes.

it's only when they leave for the night that jules breathes a huge sigh of relief. "thought i was going to suffocate in there, god!" she whines, turning to matty and pouting.

"i'm sorry it was a bit shit."

he's about to make a joke, something silly to get rid of his own disappointment when he sees the hurt shining in her eyes. she'd thought this would go better. that for once her family would be all warm and loud like matty's. and it hadn't.

matty takes a hold of her hand and pulls her closer, twirling her last minute before he can catch her in his arms. they're in the middle of the street, passers by giving them odd looks but he doesn't care about it. he cares that she feels appreciated.

he cares that she feels as precious as she is to him.

"posh southern people," he grins, swapping pansies out for people last minute out of respect. although he has a sneaking feeling she wouldn't have minded either way.

they walk hand in hand down the road and towards the train station, still full from the lunch and cracking up about all the awkward moments.

"can we just..."

"meet up with everyone and get drunk?" matty finishes her question. finally, her face brightens a little and jules nods.

[icespur]

You know what I love that I don't see enough of?

AU fanart and fanfics where Shido raises Goro.

There's one that I love called Ruin or Glory, where Shido is a doting single Dad, which is precious, but might I suggest an alternate scenario?

Begrudging DadShido who got forced into the father role after Goro's mom dies in childbirth. The Doctors tracked him down and went "Hey, Prime Minister deadbeat, come get your fucking newborn." leaving Shido no choice but to drive to the hospital to take custody of his "consequences of his fucking actions, maybe this'll make you think twice before refusing a condom before calling over your favorite Health Maid" child.

At first, Shido considers this baby a nuisance, an obstacle. Because juggling a baby while working on a Political Career was not part of the damn plan! But, very slowly--he starts to warm up to his son. It takes a long while, it's practically a character arc because Shido is so damn stubborn and stoic, but it eventually happens.

Which is fine, because reluctant DadShido is the funny part.

If he isn't bald already, Goro is going to make him bald from the stress.

For the most part, Shido hires Nannies to watch and care for Goro so he doesn't have to deal with him. But what about when there's no Nanny available leaving Shido little choice but to interact and cater to Baby Goro?

I think it's safe to say this man has no experience with babies, so he's struggling.

The hospital staff did give him a quick crash course on the basics when he first claimed Goro, so he's not completely incompetent.

He didn't pick up on the secret cry language of infants, though. So he's often irritated, struggling on how to get his screeching infant to shut up, and tries everything until he gets it right after the fifth try that Goro was screaming his little lungs out just trying to communicate to Dad that he's fucking starving.

When he gets a little older, Goro's cry translations update from:

"Father, I require food"

"Father, I am in agony, my butt feels icky and I don't like it, change me! (I may or may not take the opportunity to piss on you)"

To:

"I have decided I hate my crib. I will not stand for sleeping in this thing. I require human warmth to slumber, specifically your warmth." Where Shido has to lie down and hold Goro against his chest to get the clingy brat to fall asleep while Shido, dead tired, just stares up at the ceiling questioning his life decisions that lead to this moment.

When Goro becomes old enough to become mobile, he gets into everything. Anything and everything he can reach or get his little pudgy hands on. Shido better start baby-proofing, and fast!

Even though Shido isn't the most affectionate father, Baby Goro adores him and Shido has no idea why. Goro's practically Shido's little shadow, where Papa goes, he must go, whether Papa wants him to or not! Shido soon learns that one of the prices of being a parent to a curious clingy infant is "privacy and personal space is dead." Because God forbid he closes the bathroom door to take a shower or take a piss, or leave Goro in another room while he locks himself in his office to do important business stuff.

Goro will sit outside the closed Bathroom, lightly shoving and hitting the door with his tiny hands, confused and frustrated as to why this darn wooden blockage won't let him pass when he can hear Papa doing things in there without him!

For working at home, Shido makes the stupid mistake of leaving Goro in a playpen, so he can go to his office to work.

Shido greatly underestimates his little troublemaker's intelligence though, because after witnessing Shido close and lock the playpen gate enough times, Goro figures out how to open it, leaving him with free unattended reign to the Apartment!

As you can imagine, he does what any infant would do, get into shit.

That keeps him occupied for a good while, but eventually, he gets bored, misses Papa, and waddles his way to Shido's closed Office door. He tries pounding and pushing on the door, but to no avail, and he's too small to reach the doorknob yet. He toddles off to fetch a stool and drags it to the Office door to help him reach the doorknob.

Shido is typing on his computer, enjoying the calm, when he hears the doorknob followed by a thud of the door being roughly pushed open.

"Papa!" A very happy Goro squeals from the now open doorway on top of his stool upon spotting Shido.

Shido lets out a resigned sigh as his toddler cheerfully waddles over to him, most likely to demand uppies.

On days Shido goes to the Official Office, what if he's put into a situation where once again there are no available sitters, so Shido has to take Goro to work with him?

Shido sitting at a conference table, talking about important matters, while at the same time, Goro is chilling in a baby carrier strapped to Shido's chest.

Unfortunately for Shido, Goro is in his babbling phase and seems to want to contribute to whatever he and his associates are currently discussing because between his monologue Goro chimes in with incomprehensible babbles and gurgles.

Give me cute Baby Goro and Dad Shido fanart and fanfics. I need more, gimme!

[r0-boat]

Dating headcanons for Kabu, Raihan, and Piers please?

Dating Headcannons for Kabu, Raihan, Piers

Sfw

Gn!reader

Cut for length

Kabu

Extremely traditional, he has the entire date planned out has a whole list of things to do and places to eat, and things to see.( more often than not already has a reservation planned)

No matter if it's your first second third or 600th the date he'll always feel nervous to take you out somewhere.

You never expected Kabu to be so romantic, he just wants to make sure you're having a good time.

Kabu's idea of a date is just as traditional a fancy dinner or somewhere quiet and go home.

The gym leader does admit that it has been sometime since he's taken someone out, and he wouldn't be surprised if dating has changed in recent years, so he would be open to anything if you decide to change it. But his first instincts will always be take you out to dinner.

Now he doesn't mind taking you places to have fun it will just take him a while to let loose a little bit. He'd much rather take it slow.

During the actual date, Kabu won't take his eyes off you; you have his full attention.

Kabu prefers taking it slow he is not interested in flings when he is with someone he is in for the long haul. He wishes for a partner to stay by his side.

Kabu says is not a jealous man but you can't help but notice his eyes seemed to Twitch when someone gets a little buddy with you.

Raihan

Raihan thrives off dates while a dinner is considered for him, it isn't his go-to.

Like the extroverted battery he is he will drag you to any place he thinks is fun and wants to bring you to. Every attraction in Galar are you two have gone to at least twice. And precious thumb drives are filled with pictures and videos of every date. The ones he posts on his social media are not even 1% of the ones he has.

Raihan is less of a list and plan guy and more of a follow your heart.

If going out isn't really your thing or going anywhere where there's a lot of people he'll try to meet in the middle because a date is successful when two people are having fun.

As much as I do see Raihan being the more extroverted going out and doing things kind of boyfriend I do think he is rather flexible with Partners who don't really want to go out.

Raihan is extremely perceptive of other people, and we'll take note of your likes and dislikes, to be completely honest he is the happiest when you're happy.

Raihan is a self-proclaimed Master at dating spots; like I said, he is highly perceptive of the people he is dating. He'll pick a place that he knows you'll like, and he'll pick up on your habits pretty quickly. He'll know when you are or not having fun.

Raihan is a very doting boyfriend anyone would be lucky to be with him.

I also see him as quite the gift-giver as well, he puts a lot of thought into every gift he gives you, ( sometimes he has Dragon brain and gives you a Shiny rock or nick nack he randomly saw and made him think of you)

Piers

Eh, to be completely honest Piers doesn't care one way or the other; if going on dates means a lot to you, then sure, he'll do it to make you happy. But Piers can spend time with you in any way he wants to without any of that fancy stuff.

A guy like him, oblivious and doesn't know what romance even is, would be very in trouble on a first date, lucky for him, his sister has his back whether he wants help or not. What kind of sister would she be if she let her brother crash and burn? And Raihan can supply good spots in Galar that have good reviews and are good dating spots

Piers classifies anything as a date, even if it's just you, too, having a lazy Sunday on the couch.

Peirs ideal date if you were to ask him he, would probably say being at home with his partner eating pizza and watching The Great Galar Bake Off.

But once in a blue moon, Piers will knock you out of the park with something you never expect from him. Taking you outside of the town and watching the Stars or Have you listen to a short song he wrote about you. You have no idea where is this comes from because usually, your Piers has no romantic bone in his body.

If you would like to take him out somewhere, sure, he'll bite. He doesn't mind either way.

Piers has a tendency to be a little protective over people he really likes.

Maybe even a little bit possessive over you specifically.

[randomwriteronline]

"I am getting married."

Ferfax hummed: "To whom?"

"Vastus of the Jungle Tribe."

This time, the elder actually raised her eyes from the sheet of parchment she had been busy reading to pivot them right at him with a flabbergasted look.

Tarix continued to stand, unbothered.

"Their first Glatorian?" she sputtered - just to make sure she had heard correctly.

He nodded.

He watched her put her head in her hands.

She sighed heavily: "Must you give me a headache too, now?"

"It's just a marriage."

"Just a marriage - you know you can't get married if you can't share a house," Ferfax bit back: "And I'll be dead before I send you to Tesara, and I'll bet you Racans will be of the same opinion about sending their best Glatorian to live in Tajun!"

"If you make me an ambassador to the Lebori I have a right to a home in Tesara," Tarix argued with a shrug.

"I told you I'm not sending you there!"

"I'm not talking about living in it. Just having it."

"What would the point of having one if you'll never use it? And how is that supposed to solve the problem, anyhow?"

"Nobody ever said it can't be someone else's house. Like Vastus's."

The elder glared at him. He held her gaze.

At last, she gave a long, suffering groan, head heavily settling on her palms: "I'll have to discuss this with Racans."

"Thank you, chief."

"But I'm not marrying you."

"Fair enough, chief."

"You'll have to find somebody else to do the parchmentwork for you."

"Will do, chief."

"And quit that!"

Tarix ducked under the bone stylus thrown at him with a cackle.

-

"How's your calligraphy?" Vastus asked in a staggeringly casual manner as he pulled off his armor.

Strakk eyed him carefully: "Legible," he replied.

"If I get you the material, would you be keen on marrying me and Tarix sometime in the next month or so?"

The Koniri blinked.

"Why me?" was his argument. "Shouldn't your elder do it?"

"Racans said we've caused enough from trouble for them and Ferfax already with the whole housing situation," the other shrugged. He picked a small bucket filled with sand, moving to the other corner of the room so it wouldn't mix with the melted snow his fellow Glatorian was cleaning his fur with, and dumped the whole thing over himself. "So they don't want anything else to do with this. And since you're already here, might as well ask."

His opponent crossed his legs and hummed loudly as he massaged his mechanical chin, deep in thought.

He leaned his head to the side: "It would require me to be very flexible, but I could make myself available, yes. Of course, since it's still precious time stolen away from my life, I'd probably deserve some kind of compensation..."

"Enough to buy the stuff," Vastus cut him off.

"Excuse me! I'm over here, offering you my services-"

"You're accepting to provide a service," the Lebori corrected with a chuckle as Strakk rolled his eyes and waved at his semantics: "That's quite different."

"It doesn't change anything! I'll have to get the stuff, wait for the right date, come over to wherever you are, write it all twice - marriage is no little thing to officiate!" the Koniri rebuked, giving himself plenty of airs while his opponent shook the sand in excess off of his body. "I will be laboring on it for weeks! I demand proper payment!"

"Your proper payment is me letting you win those reparations we'll have to give Iconox, how's that sound?"

The Koniri gave an exaggerated huff and pulled back some of his dark fur to show a large, very recently formed bruise on his arm: "You call this 'letting me win'?"

The woman poofed the last of his bath out of his feathers: "I could have done worse." he grinned.

He gave a hissing laugh when the other Glatorian scoffed theatrically.

"Alright, fine, I'll get you a wed-gift as payment. What do you need?"

"Money."

"You know that's not how it works. Here - think of something you need, and that will surely save you money and trouble."

The addition did prompt Strakk to ponder if there was something like that in his list of necessities for a few more seconds.

His gaze fell on his axe, running a very quick check on it with his good eye - since the prosthetic one, despite being immune to snow burn, wasn't as good at telling details apart.

He hummed at last: "I'm not planning on replacing my weapon anytime soon, and I've got polishing material of my own already - but I've got an inkling that sharpening the blade with just a stone is degrading it little by little. You wouldn't happen to have...?"

"Powder and oil, got it." Vastus nodded while collecting the last few things before he could journey back to Tesara. "I'll fetch you some."

"And it better be good quality stuff!" the Koniri called after him as he left room, waving a wet rag threateningly in his direction: "Don't go be a cheapskate! You hear me? I'm the man who'll marry you, you better show some gratitude!"

The Lebori laughed at him and waved, very grateful indeed.

-

"Do you have plans?"

"What kind?"

"In general."

"What do you need to know that for?"

"To check if you'd have the time to spectate my wedding."

Ackar turned to him with a weird look.

"You're getting married?" he asked.

Tarix nodded: "To Vastus."

"Yes, I imagined - what I'm asking is, why?"

At that, the Gaquri shrugged, eyes growing whistful and mouth tugging itself into the shape of a small smile: "Love?" he offered.

He jabbed the Tapyri when he whistled sarcastically.

"You've been courting out of love for a long while too. Can't you just keep doing that instead?" the other insisted. "It's not like you'd get much else out of marriage that you don't aready have... I'm not even sure you can get married - with the whole sharing-a-house part."

His friend smirked, chewing the stem of his pipe: "We already found a loophole," he gloated, "And that's why our elders got mad at us and refuse to have anything else to do with this."

"Figures..."

A few cries rang out: Malum barked something at a group of rookies in a strict Tapyri dialect, and Ackar hollered right back at him in tone to shut whatever he was trying to start down before anybody got hurt. He got back a furious glare, but nothing else. Both Glatorian watched the younger warrior stalk back to an armored dummy in a corner of the arena from their seats.

They noticed how he reached under his armor to rub at his chest.

His prosthetic ribcage must have been giving him grief again.

"Seriously," the Gaquri registered lazily as the words slithered in his ear with a whisper: "Why marriage?"

He swatted at the other's nose: "Now you're getting on my nerves."

"I just want to understand! It's such an old-fashioned thing," the Tapyri defended himself.

That made Tarix chuckle: "Old-fashioned? Go look in a mirror, that'll give you something old-fashioned," he mocked his friend.

But Ackar remained serious: "Is it because you want children? That used to be the reason. But in a time like this-"

"Of course we're not having one now, we're gonna wait until the situation's a little more peaceful! Why don't you stick yourself to my ass while you're at it yapping about how I should live my life? Great Beings' sake, you're turning into a nagging old man. Next question's if we're sure about this because we're still too young and stupid to make our own choices?"

"The point is that you aren't young," his friend bit back: "And things don't look like they'll be getting better anytime soon."

The Gaquri glared at him, but said nothing to counter him, only puffing nothing out of his pipe twice in a pensive manner.

He shook his head, sighing deeply: "Listen, I don't know if we have a reason and I don't care. Maybe we were just raised like that, maybe it's because we do hope to have a kid sooner rather than late, maybe it's something else... Point is - would you spectate us?"

Ackar leaned back in his seat, silent for a moment.

At last, he smiled: "I'd love to."

The other veteran grinned back at him: "There," he huffed playfully, "Was that so hard? Now tell me what you need for your wed-gift."

"Nothing."

"That's not how this works and you know it, now tell me."

"I can't think of anything."

"Make an effort."

"Hm, nope. It's a barren wasteland in here."

"Get fucked, then!"

"I'll try to."

Tarix laughed so hard that the faulty spring in his knee almost burst out through his prosthetic flesh.

-

"What's that?" Gresh asked.

Vastus continued to work the clear amber resin without looking at him: "Did you grind the flour like I told you?"

"I did. What is that?"

"Then go make some dough for the dumplings."

His nephew huffed loudly, purposefully blowing on his ear to bother him; his concentration remained unbroken as he carefully plucked a down feather from his arm to press it into the small band.

He covered it with another layer of malleable matter while the younger Glatorian fetched a little water to mix in with the ground up bugs, listening to him bristle quietly all peeved about his unanswered question as he definitely pressed the heel of his hand into the slowly solidifying solution far too forcefully, as he always did when he was mad about something.

"You're gonna ruin your wrist like that," he told him distractedly.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"Maybe I wouldn't if I had some help."

A little smile tugged at Vastus's lips as he stood up: "You'll make a poor Glatorian if you're defeated by dough," he laughed softly, fetching some wood.

"That's not what I meant!" the younger Lebori snapped.

His aunt gave a hissing giggle that made him puff out his feathers angrily, like a Gravel Hawk chick.

He side-eyed his mentor while he tossed the kindling under a pot, which he poured enough oil into to fully fry something small enough; after placing whatever it was he'd made on the small flammable pile so that the heat would harden the resin into some sort of gemstone, he threw in a few lit matches to spark up the fire, fanning it until he found himself satisfied with its lively state.

He stretched back up with a terrible crackling of his spine prosthesis, yawned, and sauntered over to the small table his nephew was still digging his hand way too hard into the soft somewhat viscous mass.

Gresh handed it over with a pout when Vastus gestured at him, rolling his eyes in annoyance but quickly going back to watching his aunt's expert movements carefully - as he always tended to do, since he was a visual learner first and foremost, and he still strived to avoid making mistakes.

After a few minutes, the dough had been successfully domesticated.

Vastus pried a chunk out of it and held it up: his nephew was quick to snatch it and roll it into a ball before squishing it into a flat circle, laying it back on the table before doing the same to each subsequent piece he was presented with.

"It's my pawn of affection for Tarix," the veteran Glatorian finally saw it fit to explain.

Gresh furrowed his brows a moment before understanding: "So you're getting married?" he asked, turning to the other with eyes wide and feathers fanned out in genuine surprise.

The woman nodded.

"When?" the rookie inquired.

"When we have time."

"Can I be there?"

"I don't know if you'll have time, but of course."

"And what's it going to be like? The wedding, I mean."

"Oh, it'll be a practical thing. We'll exchange pawns, Strakk'll write it down, and then we'll sign all that."

The Koniri's name caused his nephew to wrinkle his nose: "Why him?"

"Because he's got good handwriting," Vastus smirked, "And he was the nearest person I knew who I could ask to do this for us."

"Ackar wasn't there?"

"Nope, but he's our spectator anyways. Besides! Strakk isn't that bad. You're just hung up on the fact he's mean."

Gresh grumbled something, crushing a ball of dough into a wobbly mess. His mentor nudged him gently: he quickly rolled the whole thing again and properly flattened it.

"And is that going to be it?" he asked after a moment.

"The wedding? Yes, of course. Should there be something else?"

"Racans said theirs was followed by a party. They had a big supper and a dance and all."

The older Glatorian sighed: "Yes, that used to be a thing - but those were different times, kid," he explained: "We don't have the sort of time or resources for something like that nowadays. A wedding like that is a big ordeal, and we've got to work, you know? The easiest way to get the four of us together already is pick up a match at the same arena and get everything done in-between rounds. There's really no space for big celebrations."

"But you could still have a special supper," Gresh insisted. "Even if it's just you and me. Or you and Tarix... Are you moving to Tajun?"

"Nah, we found a way." his hand descended on to of his nephew's head, scratching at it gently to bother him as he bristled and whined. "I can't leave a little thing like you all on tir own, can I?"

The rookie swatted at him: "I'm not a 'ti' anymore! I'm an adult!"

"Are you? Last time I checked you were a few centuries and a good bunch of centimeters short of outgrowing childhood..."

"I'm not short!"

"Can you even reach the top of the pantry?"

Vastus laughed his hiccuping cackle as he watched the younger Lebori storm off to climb all the way to the highest shelf, at last throwing the filling for their dumplings at his aunt's head.

-

"Oop, there they come," Strakk warned him.

Tarix lifted his head and the stylus from the second piece of parchment to see Ackar limp in, hands on the lower half of his back and a pained grimace on his face. He smiled as Vastus appeared next to him, looking a little less worse for wear: he excitedly waved his hand at his soon-to-be spouse, who answered him in kind.

"I'm not built for riding Sand Stalkers anymore," the Tapyri grumbled.

"Here I thought I was the one who needed a prosthetic spine," the woman quipped back at him: "How did you even manage to get hurt? We would have gone faster if we'd walked! It took us ages getting those grains here from Vulcanus."

His partner clicked his tongue and shook his head: "Should've asked for some painkilling ointments for your wed-gift."

"You know those get lost in the mucus and don't work," Ackar argued.

"Then should've asked for a few medicinal sghitts."

"Ough, don't even mention those - I've already got Perditus reeking of them bad enough he can't wash the smell off most of the time, I'd rather not live with a permanently plugged nose."

"Are you going to cut the small talk or would you like to postpone the wedding altogether?" Strakk cut in, his overly polite tone dripping with sarcasm. He was fanning the ink on both parchments with his hand so it would dry faster, sitting astride on a bench. "I get it that the rest of you have today free, but I'll be up against Kiina in about twenty minutes and I'm not getting my pay docked because I was late getting the two of you married."

"Your pay's not getting docked," Vastus called his bluff.

"But it could!"

"Fine, fine, get on with it then."

The Koniri bowed his head with as much annoyingly unnecessary deference as possible to express his thanks and shooed off the groom from his seat so that he would go stand over with his wife.

He then stretched his back as Ackar stood beside him, groaned a little, and hunched over to the two almost identical pieces of documentation he'd prepared: with one hand he picked a parchment at random, while the other went to cover his organic eye so that he wouldn't get a headache as he tried to read.

Finally he staged a couple coughs to clear his throat.

"Before tomorrow, possibly," Tarix teased him.

"Shut up."

There were a few snorts.

Strakk squinted a one-eyed glare at the three of them, but let the whole thing slide with an exaggerated sigh to start reading aloud.

"With this document, Koniri Strakk of Iconox records the lawful marriage of Lebori Vastus of Tesara and Gaquri Tarix of Tajun, on... What's the current date?" he interrupted himself. Ackar leaned in to whisper it to him: he wrote it down. "Alright, thanks - now where was I - bababa, in the Glatorian arena of Tajun, as spectated by Tapyri Ackar of Vulcanus. So I declare. Now offer the pawns..."

While he handed over the stylus to the Tapyri so that he could sign his participation on both parchments in advance, the spouses dug into their pockets for a moment, each one of their hands emerging at last wrapped around something.

The exchanged a few glances to determine an order between them: in the end, Tarix went first.

"I offer you a pawn of my affection," he recited; his arm bent forward mechanically, and his fingers lifted to reveal a snail shell with a long, careful cut in which he'd wedged one of his scales so it couldn't fall off, and a metal wire around it. "For the honor of being your husband."

"I offer you a pawn of my affection," Vastus echoed him in both words and motions, presenting him instead with an open ring of amber encasing a feather within: "For the honor of being your wife."

Strakk shifted his hand over his other eye to get a better look at the small charms. The other two Glatorian helpfully leaned their palms a little closer to his face so that he could more accurately take note of their details.

The Koniri hummed and jotted down a quick description of both, planning to copy it on the second parchment later.

"And do you accept?" he asked the spouses as he finished writing.

"I accept, and take you as my wife," Tarix declared, placing his palm over the ring.

"I accept, and take you as my husband," Vastus declared, putting her hand over the shell.

The bone stylus scratched at the levigated Sun Serpent skin, leaving on it deep brown letters that seeped into the shallow trenches dug into the parchment very slowly.

Satisfied with his work, Strakk waved his hand and decided there was no point in keeping up any pomp: "So on and so forth, lawfully wedded, so I declare, exchange pawns and a kiss and congrats on the marriage."

"Aren't you the voice of romance," Ackar snickered.

The Koniri grinned as he speedily copied everything onto the second document: "Why, thank you."

The newlyweds ignored them, having tuned them out already. Their fingers tightened almost in unison, linking their hands together; they leaned forward to press their noses against one another for a few interminable seconds, making the flat silhouettes of their faces adhere all but perfectly like two halves of a whole.

The kiss their mouths shared instead was a small quick thing, barely held long enough to be seen at all. It still lingered in the wide smiles that squinted their eyes into slits after they came apart.

Ackar's few polite claps made them snicker: "May you have much happiness and healthy children!" the Tapyri wished them heartily.

"Aaah, thank you, friend," Tarix laughed.

Vastus sighed: "We'll need those, I think."

"And I'll need you to sign these over here," Strakk piped up, waving his stylus at the bride: "Your husband already got it done while we were waiting for you."

The Lebori's feathers vibrated in pure joy for a moment, causing his silhouette to be shaken by long waves.

While he leaned down to leave his signature, Tarix pulled a satchel from one of his pockets and offered the wed-gift to Ackar with a grin: "Here's a little show of gratitude for your trouble."

"Spectating you was no trouble at all, but I'll take that," his friend thanked him. His eyes lit up as he recognized the rattling sound of the pouch's contents when he shook it: "Nacre snails?" he asked, flummoxed. "How many even - a dozen or so? They must have cost you a fortune."

"Not as much as you'd think. Kiina's little brother's real good at finding them, and he makes a good price."

"Berix?"

"He's a good kid."

"I know that. I didn't know he was a hunter, too."

"Well now, hunter might be too generous--"

"And before you mention it," Vastus interrupted them as he too pulled out a present for their officiator, "Here's the gratitude I promised you, for your troubles."

"Oooh, thank you," Strakk howled as he eagerly wrapped his hands around his offering. "Right on time too, I'll bet you that hellish girl is going to find a way to chip my axe today... Alright, sweethearts - and Ackar, I'm entrusting you the result of my hard work for your elderssince I'm afraid I'll have to take my leave now. I've got a Gaquri to fight, you know - business as usual."

In one fell swoop he stood up from the bench, closed his ink bottle, whisked it away with his stylus, made them both disappear with a slight of hand, and regaled the three Glatorian with a deep overly flourished bow.

"Much happiness and healthy children," he bid them goodbye, and with his axe in hand he disappeared into a corridor.

The others watched him go.

"Bet you a batch of Thornax Kiina's gonna wipe the floor with him."

"I HEARD YOU, TAPYRI!"

Ackar laughed loud enough for the whole arena to hear him as he followed him suit, waving at the married couple.

Tarix turned to his wife, the word dancing in his stomach like a fluttering sparrow: "Wanna go see 'em?" he offered, playing with the amber ring before slipping it on a finger, reveling in the sound it made against his scales. "Or do you want to visit your second house?"

Vastus snorted, carefully sliding the snail charm into a thin thread he tied around his neck, letting it dangle on his chest: "I'm afraid I don't have time for that. It's a long way to Tesara, you know..."

"All the more reason to stay."

"I already gave my word to the merchants we escorted earlier that I'd stick to them until we got to the village."

"Can't get in the way of your work, then. But in that case..." the Gaquri rummaged on his person for the third time. He handed his spouse a small, specially made sack giving off the distinctive scent of kelp jades - round sticky fruits produced by certain algae found in the watery caves of Tajun. "Have these - for our nephew. I bet he's mad he couldn't come. A little treat should cheer him up."

"Well, wouldn't you know?" his beloved mused as he took the food: "A week ago or so he was wondering why we wouldn't have any other celebration, like a special dinner..."

It would have been nice to eat together, the two of them thought; but some things just weren't possible in these times.

They sighed.

Suddenly, they realized they were still holding hands.

They made no motion to pull them away from one another. On the contrary, they just looked at them for a moment, small smiles growing larger on their faces, hearts beating a little faster with every passing second.

They met each other's eyes again.

"We're married," Tarix said, grinning wider.

"So we are," Vastus replied, eyes shining.

They giggled to themselves like little kids as they pressed their faces together in another nose-kiss, giddy with a certain euphoria they weren't sure they could compare to many other things in their lives; they kissed on the lips, once, twice, cackling softly, and they would have gone on much longer if Tarix's diaphragm hadn't started collapsing, and if Vastus's name hadn't echoed around the corridors to remind him they had to go.

[accidental-spice]

Hi :D hello question

Would you recommend Chicago P.D.?

Hi!!! Hah. Hmmm. Ahh. That question has a... lengthy answer, because on the one hand, Jay Halstead my beloved. On the other hand, I'm throwing rocks at the writers and director's houses

Pros:

Each episode plot is intense and well written

Really fun characters with cool arcs, if not always arcs that end satisfyingly

Said characters have GOOD dynamics, and unique ones, too. Like, we've got the Atwater-Burgess-Ruzek trio, which is two thirds besties, and one third romance. Then there's the main character, Voight. You either love him or hate him, or, usually, both. SO often people send him judgmental glances when he makes dumb choices

Plus, there's my favorite character, Jay Halstead

There are like. Three ships, and they don't all end well, but they're REALLY sweet

Plus, they give found family vibes a lot

Oh and there's an adoption plot line in S8 that is. PRECIOUS. GENUINELY renewed my love for the show

It originated from Chicago Fire, and there are tons of cross overs with it, and with Chicago Med. Which I used to find lightly annoying, but then I started watching Chicago Fire, and it's kinda fun to see your blorbos from both shows being friends

Plus, I got to meet Olivia Benson from Law and Order: SVU, and she is AWESOME

My sweet, sweet boy Jay Halstead. He is my beloved

Cons:

A lot of characters get written out of the show, which I kinda understand, except the writers seem INCAPABLE of doing it in a way that actually IMPROVES said characters lives. I think it happened in a good way once, MAYBE twice. Not to mention it's often lazily written

It can be pretty graphic. We see decapitated heads in episode one, and the gore doesn't end there. And, thanks in part to their Law and Order: SVU crossovers, there are a lot of rape related episodes, especially in season four. Also, in season eleven, they show a guy whose eyes get stapled open. Why are the writers like this

They're also not afraid to get a little spicy with sexual stuff

They are... REALLY bad at letting characters be happy. Like astronomically bad

On that note, they're also addicted to killing off side characters. Like, it's not AS bad in the earlier season, but by season nine, if a CI or victim was given screen time, you KNEW they were gonna die

On that note, they also kill off one of my emotional support side characters in a way that's not only horrifying, but felt particularly awful for her

So, overall, it kinda depends on how high your angst tolerance (and gross content tolerance) is, and for bad writing. There's also a lot of good writing, too, and the characters are delightful! Plus excellent action!!

Hope this is helpful, and if you have any more questions (including questions about other cop shows if you decide against lol), feel free to DM me!! And if you do watch it, for sure let me know!

[roo-bastmoon]

"Paying" attention to "unreliable" narrators

Folks? Don't.

Your time and energy are precious.

Redirect your focus to whatever brings you joy.

There are always going to be assholes, bullies, conspiracy theorists, trolls, and idiots. Always.

No amount of education, proof, discourse, or facts will matter to them, because they aren't in it for the truth--they are in it for the emotional payoff.

Specifically, they want to siphon off your energy to empower themselves, and they do it by creating chaos and negativity.

In the last few months, even before solo era, there's been a LOT of misinformation and misdirection going on in the BTS fandom. Frankly, I'm tired of analyzing photos of footprints or shoes, or dissecting background audio trying to figure out who is in a room or not.

In the end, it is whatever it is.

Now look.

I am OT7 ARMY and there are things I love about Kim Taehyung. Specifically I am endeared by how much he loves his members, by what a great dog dad he is, by how wonderful he is with kids, and his fantastic taste in music and fashion. We resonate on that stuff.

But let's be very honest: he enjoys causing chaos and whipping up his fans.

I am a person who does not enjoy being jerked around. It communicates disdain, to me. But I recongize humor is subjective.

I think like all performers, there are times when he craves attention. Whether it's pretending to play the trumpet, or posting right after JK's tattoo reveal to prank us with a sharpie marker, or creating a lot of mystery around a photo of a shadow of a bucket hat, or popping off quickly from a live after dropping names.

Like clockwork. You can almost set your watch to when he's going to do this. There is a pattern at work here, whether conscious or not. And the cult falls for it every time, when they aren't out there making up their own lies and narratives.

Then--in a move that truly baffles me--they SEEK OUT Jikook accounts to try to rub noses in their "proof." Which... frankly? Secure people never need to do.

Now look, I cannot tell you Jimin and Jungkook are in a romantic relationship with each other, or anyone, because they are no longer sharing their personal lives for various LEGITIMATE reasons. So no one in ARMY *knows* for sure--and that's on purpose.

But I can tell you that I force myself to watch all content and try to see it from every angle, every point of view. Even if it makes me uncomfortable, I try to look with an unbiased eye. And I remain unbothered about Taekook. Just like Jimin remains totally unbothered by Taekook.

If someone wants to ship Taekook romantically, they are so very welcome to do whatever brings even an iota of pleasure into their lives. But for me, the math doesn't math, there. When I add it all up, there's no company conspiracy, no secret handshakes or symbols, no hints to fans about their "real" feelings or "mystery dates." Taehyung and Jungkook are very, very close friends--as are all the BTS members. And if fans want to see more to it, they will let them.

For me, if it's not Jikook, it's not anyone. They've been consistent--even if quiet--for years. That's my conclusion even now. If I'm wrong, I'll say I'm wrong and keep doing what I always do: buy, stream, vote, trend, and watch all 7. I'm in this ARMY shit for life.

But I'm done PAYING ATTENTION to unreliable narrators. I don't owe anyone my time or energy. And neither do you. Frankly, you should think twice before giving them your platform. They will only use it to siphon your joy.

Instead, SPEND YOUR ENERGY on what you LOVE. Don't thrash around. Lean back into what brings you bliss.

You feel me, y'all? Lean back.

Love, Roo

[nikrei]

April Comics Round-up

April time! Turns out you can't draw while you read comics, so I got a whole lot of comics read and not a whole lot of drawing done (petition to patch this bug in the next update)

This time around I was reading stuff in event rotation, so I'd read one comic up to the start of an event, then move to the next, so on so forth, then read the event, then do it all over again.

Justice League of America (258-261) (1987)

Finished this in Legends, and it has a super tragic ending, with two members dead (rip vibe and steel) and Cynthia stashed back with her family (that she ran away from in the first place because they're abusive) also not a fan of how they tried to walk back Steel's grandpa's bullshit, implying that his procedures were somehow necessary when the whole backstory is that they were totally superfluous.

Fury of Firestorm/Firestorm the Nuclear Man (43-79) (1986-1988)

Omg i cried so much at issue 66 (Marrrtiin!) But the whole storyline is so good, and I love the firestorm that is his own guy he's precious.

Saga of the Swamp Thing/Swamp Thing (51-70 (1987-1988)

Continues to be A+ excellent. The Swamp Thing's sojourn thru space is a great look at actual very alien worlds.

Blue Devil (20-31) (1986)

Super fun and I'm sad that it ended, should have been longer!

Blue Beetle (1-24) (1986-1988)

Very fun, and a great intro to Ted, but it did feel like it left loose ends when it finished. Maybe they'll pick them up later in JLI.

Legends Event (1-6 + all tie-ins) (1986-1987)

Legends my beloved, I've read this one twice before, once just the main event, once with all the tie ins, but this time I was reading with just about full context and that was awesome. I love this event a lot, actually.

Booster Gold (1-25) (1986-1988)

Love this guy, hate what happened with his sister, that was bullshit. The ending also felt v rushed, but it is deffo worth the read.

Justice League/Justice League International (1-21) (1987-1988)

Was not expecting this to be so funny coming off the previous justice league title, but it is v v funny, highly recommended.

Captain Atom (1-23) (1986-1988)

Picked this guy up cause he was crossing over with other titles a lot, and I was surprised by how much I liked it! Unhappy propaganda hero Adam I love you. The source of General Eiling (asshole).

Suicide Squad (1-22) (1987-1988)

Oh man 1987 Amanda Waller is so good, she's such a complicated bitch I love her. The series as a whole is also v good, but it can be disjointed because of the rotating cast.

Wonder Woman (1-24) (1987-1988)

So I am mad about what the crisis did to the wonderfam but also this incarnation of Diana is So Good, I love her 500%

Flash (1-20) (1987-1988)

Wally u are so different from Barry but I am excited to see how you will learn and grow. I'm very into the set-up he's got going. It was super funny to me that they were like... hmm give him money problems, no wait, we don't want to deal with that, give him cash, no wait, we Do want to deal with that, take all his cash.

The Question (1-25) (1986-1989)

Vic Sage is a nerd but also hello Lady Shiva! Very much darker, mature label, but not often excessively so? Doesn't tend to be gritty for grittiness' sake alone. Tells stories well.

The Spectre (1-20) (1987-1988)

Ended up with this run because it has a lot of mystic backstory going on and had two issues in millennium. Not really my favorite title, but does have a lot of important stuff happening.

Zatanna Special (1987)

Important in between of Zatanna's last appearance in JLA, Swamp Thing, and Spectre, but I do not think it would make sense as a stand alone.

Dead Man (1-4) (1986)

If I had realized that this mini follows up on the tail end of the last dead man mini I would have read it last month, but I didn't realize that, rip.

Phantom Stranger (1-4) (1987)

This mini is in direct conversation with Spectre and the Dr. Fate mini, and is pretty important for knowing whats going on in the mystic side of DC.

Dr. Fate (1-4) (1987)

This mini is pretty much a sequel to the Phantom Stranger mini, and follows up with the big mystic happenings.

Millennium Event (1-8 + all tie-ins) (1987-1988)

Millennium my beloathed. The event itself is well written and has an engaging storytelling, but I hate hate hate what it does to the tie-in issues, just having random trusted characters be traitors for no good reasons. Totally wrecked Infinity Inc and The Outsiders, and other titles didn't get away unscathed either.

The New Guardians (1-5) (1988)

This series is the pay off of millennium, with this team of heros being gathered and taught all through that event. It's not a mini, issue 6 is when it hits invasion. Got a lot more serious a lot quicker than I thought it would, but honestly I'm a little disappointed because the millennium event ends with them basically being enlightened beings and you don't really see any of that in their own series.

Power Girl (1-4) (1988)

This is a fun mini to help set up Power Girl's new origin story (deffo read the secret origins issue before the mini). A good stand alone that manages to not make me too angry about coie retcons.

Deadshot (1-4) (1988)

This mini is basically an off-shoot of Suicide Squad, not a standalone. V v dark and edgy but a good glimpse into deadshot's psyche i guess

Checkmate (1-10) (1988)

Involved with suicide squad and JLI so I picked it up. Not really my fave, but love that Harvey fuckin Bullock is a high-up in this secret government spy organization i had no clue.

Doom Patrol (1-16) (1987-1988)

Told some friends I would read this one. I was a little bit lost because it is deffo a sequel to the previous doom patrols and I only ever saw them in crossover issues. Good so far.

Animal Man (1-5) (1988)

Not a mini, issue 6 is when it hits invasion. What i got to was honestly a lot more serious than I expected it to be (look animal man is a goofy name), but it really works for the environmentalist stories that they're telling.

Green Arrow (1-13) (1988)

We are continuing with dark and gritty Ollie i guess. I like him better than he was in long bow hunters, but he has lightened up a bit from that. Enjoying the series so far.

Forever People (1-6) (1988)

This mini was disappointing at first cause the starting vibe is Extremely Different from the 70s Forever People, but it ended up with a similar vibe. I don't think its as good as the og, but Kirby can't be beat, so they did a good job trying.

Starman (1-4) (1988)

Not a mini, issue 5 is when it hits invasion. I like it a lot so far, this guy is a good original sort of hero and the run itself is fairly humorous.

Batgirl Special (1988)

Follows up with Bab's doubts about being a superhero that were introduced in coie, her final case that leads to her retirement as Batgirl.

Batman: The Killing Joke (1988)

I guess as Joker stories go this is a good one? But its deffo v v heavy on the gritty shock value alone, and obvs does babs v dirty.

Detective Comics (582-593) (1988)

We've moved away from tec and batman being completely intertwined. Interesting to note that Robin did not show up once, even in the background.

Batman (415-425) (1988)

Ahhh its the beginning of the end for Jason TT-TT. I stopped before death in the family cause I'm pretty sure that technically happens post invasion.

Batman: The Cult (1-4) (1988)

This mini is sorta pointlessly dark and gritty. Its supposedly self contained but a lot of shit happens that should have lasting effects on Gotham but are never mentioned again. Some good Jason moments but not worth the rest of it. Written by Jim Starlin (heavy sigh)

And we are almost almost to the invasion event!

Bonus: the first 4 weeks of the Comic Kon reading club, where we're currently reading the origin of Superboy! It's a fun server and its only a few issues each week so its very manageable, folks should join! (it'd be pretty easy to catch up right now!)

[kaminocasey]

25 Days of Life Day: Day 9 - Decorating Firepuncher as a Joke for Crosshair

Summary: You and Wrecker prank Crosshair. It doesn't amuse him.

A/N: If you've been reading these, I really appreciate it! Your kind words and reblogs mean so much!! <3

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Suggestive Language

25 Days of Life Day Masterlist

You and Wrecker had been working together on this little Life Day prank on Crosshair all afternoon while Echo and Hunter kept him busy. You both can’t help but giggle as you work on it, trying to be quick. 

You had already taken apart Firepuncher and wrapped all of the gun’s individual parts in pretty sparkly wrapping paper. You’re just finishing wrapping the weapon kit. Wrecker puts a few bows on it and then you sit it on Crosshair’s bunk. 

“He’s gonna be so mad.” Wrecker laughs, patting you on the back. 

“I know. It’s gonna be great.” You giggle and go and lay in your bunk to wait for Crosshair and the guys to get back. 

“Do you think he’ll try to fight us?” Wrecker asks, sitting over on his bunk. 

You shrug. “Knowing Cross… probably.” “Worth it.” You and Wrecker say simultaneously and then burst out laughing. 

After a bit, the guys finally come back. Hunter and Echo enter the barracks first, smirking knowingly. When Crosshair comes in, you and Wrecker try to keep your cool and not laugh. Unfortunately, Wrecker isn’t good at this sort of thing and lets out a stifled giggle. You shoot him a look at the same time that Crosshair does but when Crosshair looks at you, suspiciously, you just grin at him.

“How was your afternoon?” You ask him.

He hasn’t noticed the red sparkly package on his bunk yet, somehow. 

“It was fine. Why?” He narrows his eyes at you.

You shrug. “Am I not allowed to ask you how your day is going?” 

He finally walks toward his bunk, stopping immediately when he takes sight of the sparkly red box waiting for him. He looks around at everyone, clearly confused.

“What’s this?” Crosshair asks you.

“A present.” Wrecker answers.

“A present?” Crosshair is still staring at you, clearly seeing through your facade. 

“For being such a good boy this year.” You wink. 

He rolls his eyes, smirking at you before going over to his bed. He leans down and unwraps the paper, tossing it to the floor.

“Is this Firepuncher?” He turns around, glaring at Wrecker.

Wrecker shrugs and then Crosshair shoots you a look. You can’t help but smile.

“Happy Life Day?” You raise your eyebrows.

“Ugh. Insufferable. Both of you.” Crosshair opens the kit, obviously to check and make sure you didn’t damage his precious rifle.

Unfortunately, when he sees that Firepuncher has been taken apart and wrapped piece by piece, he doesn’t find it as funny as you and Wrecker did. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

You sit up on the edge of the bed. “At least it’s pretty wrapping paper, right?”

“There’s fucking sparkles all over my kit.” He complains and then looks at Hunter as if he’s going to do something.

Hunter raises his hands in surrender. “I have no part in this.”

Crosshair grumbles and unwraps the rest of his rifle parts and then puts his rifle back together.

“I’m getting a lock for my stuff.” Crosshair warns all of you.

You can’t help but laugh, getting up to walk over to him. He puts his hand up to stop you. 

“I’m not happy with you.” He puts a toothpick in between his lips and crosses his arms. 

You roll your eyes. “Cross, it was just a silly prank.” 

“Not the point.” 

“I promise there isn’t one little scratch on the rifle.” You hold your hand up in a promise. 

“There better not be.” He points at you, his look softening.

“I’m sorry.” You give him a big wide eyed remorseful look and wrap your arms around his waist. “What if I promise to make it up to you later?”

He narrows his eyes at you again. “I’m listening.” 

You lean in close to his ear. “I’ll do that thing you really like.” 

“Hm.” He thinks about it for a moment. “If you do it twice, I’ll forgive you.” 

“Deal.” You laugh. 

He smirks down at you before taking his toothpick out to kiss you on the head. 

“Happy Life Day?” You offer.

“Yeah yeah.” He swats at your butt as you walk away and you know you’re for sure forgiven.

Wrecker, though, will have to come up with another way to earn Crosshair’s forgiveness. But knowing Crosshair, he’ll probably make Wrecker take his hyperspace watch for the next week.

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[grozaperspektive]

Toji ramblings because I realized that I'm allowed to do other stuff besides drawing lmao

you know, I have this impression that Toji's trauma is slightly different from regular PTSD or being abused

because (at least, as far as I know) people who were abused, especially by their family members, usualy have self-esteem issues

Toji, though, does not have any... It seems, he's fully aware of his strengths and weaknesses. And, damn, he IS a professional (a gentle reminder that Toji does not see cursed spirits, and yet his fight with Geto in premature death arc?? omg)

so, Toji is a confident, self-aware man

however!!

he'd never known that he's worthy of love, just like any other human being (maybe even more so in some ways), until he met Mamaguro. So, he'd just accepted the fact that love and emotional bonds are not for him

I think that he doesn't feel any longing or craving for close relathionship with someone

he's a lone wolf lmao

maybe he's even cynical???? But, honestly, I believe that he just never cares to think about deep stuff like that

and dammit, I'm trying to put myself in his shoes rn, and the only thing I can think about is that he probably wanted to die, quickly and painlessly

preferablly, in a fight

he's just... too lazy to unalive himself

so, he just exists, waiting for it all to end

but then Mamaguro came into his life and showed him that he can live and love living

and then she died.............

and everything came back to how it had been

and yet!!!!! she changed him!!!

no, he's not the best person in the world, he's far from it, really

his morals are still ugh..... debatable...

but he started to??? be more sociable?? can I say that??

idk, to my mind, he just started to care more...

I think, he hadn't even been that close to Shiu before he met Mamaguro(((

and his meeting with Megumi in the recent episode??? I'm gonna explode

so, yeah, he's so precious((

actually, he's giving me the vibe of someone with a fucked up family who thinks, "holy shit, I'll never become a parent because I don't want to traumatize my child"

but his wife was amazing and everything COULD work out perfectly if only she hadn't died T-T

they would be so freaking happy, it's killing me((

and I really can't stop thinking about the fact that Toji is a person who is SO worthy of being loved, cherished and appreciated...

and he had a chance to receive all this support and care(( but life had to fuck it up by killing his wife, thank you very much

just fucking imagine, he was living in literal hell with the Zenins, then, he met the love of his life and finally became happy, and then)) he was robbed of his happiness and was sentenced to living in misery again

AND THEN THEY FUCKING KILLED HIM. TWICE!!!!!!! I fucking can't I caaaaan't

and he died just because he remembered to have an ego and some fucking ambitions. like a normal person, you know

I don't know, I just want to hug him??????? so bad??????????

he deserves the whole world and I stand by that even if he's rude and wrong, I really don't care

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anyway, feel free to ignore, I have a fever, I'm sad and English is not my first language, so yeah.... have a nice day, everyone

[original-character-championship]

Bracket H Round 1

Poll 3

NERF (@nen-kaii) vs. Bruce the Just (@bruce-stan)

453. NERF (@nen-kaii)

he/him or ne/ner/neir

He has a zipper that exposes his skull because he thought it was silly, he drinks led water, ne blows stuff up with neir rocket launcher for funsies, and ne makes cookies for neir friends. He's so silly it borders on stupid. Gonna squisch him. Squinch.

4'11" little guy, with a shaved head that's split open by a zipper to expose his skull. Sometimes wears a mint-colored helmet with googly eyes pasted on.

454. Bruce the Just (@bruce-stan)

He/Him

     Bruce is a were-shark Barbarian from a pathfinder campaign im in. he is my precious baby boi and the sole reason I'm on tumblr is to shill for him in this bracket. He was abandoned as a child due to his family thinking him a monster and fending for himself till one day while trying to rob a family for food, he goes too far and kills the dad. Stricken with the weight of his actions he seeks to save as many people as possible to make up for his terrible deed.

     He is the definition of a himbo. The kindest of beans and loves nature especially the water. He is allo-aro as he loves everyone as his ever growing number friends but just can't hold romance in his heart, but still is distracted by boobs; can your really blame him boobs bouncy. He is autistic coded and has PTSD from his past actions, hating loud sounds as they remind him of the child and mothers wails of grief at what he did. He is self sacrificing to a fault and will no hesitate to throw himself into any danger for any reason.

     This is reflected in his weapon "Penance". which he spells (penents). A metal shark tooth macuahuitl with one half cold iron and the other half adamantine. It is enchanted to deal extra dmg at the cost of backlash upon himself, which has been the cause of his many scars across his body. Bruce doesn't care however as his weapon is just as much penance for himself as for his enemies.

     He serves as both the heart and big guy for our groups five man band. While he is obviously the dumb muscle, he is the emotional core of our group that makes a cold-hearted assassin, a conniving theif, a vengeance possesed psychopath, a shadowfell raised Dryder, and an apathetic druid, all want to be better people because of his unrelenting love and kindness.

    He hates killing and will even in battle go out of his way to avoid it and violence in general as much as possible. Their is but a single exception to this rule and that is to put any of his new found family in danger. That makes a woman by the name of Valentina a dead girl walking, as she callously murdered his dear friend Ms. S. An ex school teacher who would hand out gold stars to the party. He still has the stars on his macuahuitl as a reminder of his late friend and debt to settle.

     His caring nature has gotten the party into many adventures as he is always willing to help anyone. From hauling wood, to hunting fish for a starving child, to collecting cat skeletons for a friendly necromancer, to even facing down a 40ft tall face stealing monstrosity, all one must do is ask.

     Now a list of my favorite Bruce quotes:

" I got my info from a trustworthy source....... ya know a crab from that creek over there".

"NO STEALING! I will buy you the shiny".

"I would never kill him, just break a few ribs".

"I've fought plenty of trees and I only lost twice".

"You can be gay just don't do crimes........ok maybe a little crime since he's was mean".

"BRUCE IS INDOMITABLE" ( after holding back a bullete from his unconscious friends.)

"violence doesn't just break a man's nose, it breaks his spirit.............I've seen how terrible that truly is."

     I could go on for days about my precious lad, so if anyone wants to hear more hmu. That being said though reckless, naive, and certainly buried in his own sins; his unyielding sense of kindness and do-goodery make no one more fitting of the name Bruce The Just.

Taylor Lautner from twilight as to add to the shark meme since he also played sharkboy.