#i left this in my drafts for a bit

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Can I ask for GenKana fluff?

i beg of you to specify just a bit more

lately, shinobu had noticed a change in kanao. for the most part, she seemed herself. but there were times when she would become inexplicably excited—especially upon receiving letters, ones that were outside of work—and she stayed out longer on her missions. the latter was most peculiar because she had always made a point of being efficient and fast, never dawdling. the fact that she seemed to be deliberately drawing out her time outside was odd. at first, shinobu didn’t dwell on it, having many other, more concerning matters to handle. besides that, she figured she must be pushing kanao too hard. she tried lessening the amount of training she put on the girl’s shoulders, but nothing changed with that. kanao continued arriving without much fatigue and finishing with much progress. after realizing that it wasn’t anything to do with overexertion—to shinobu’s relief—she began go wonder what it was.

kanao wasn’t one to do anything for fun, never doing much for her own sake. she wasn’t the type to choose to do something for her own pleasure, having never made much use of emotions. this, of course, was always kanae and shinobu’s main concern about her. but it had never caused problems, really. it was just the question of if it was really good for her. she did seem well, at least, and after a little conversation, they had left it at that.

it wasn’t as if they didn’t encourage her to go out for fun. they really did. aoi also made an effort to take more work in her own hands to give kanao an opportunity to eat out or see a friend, or whatever caught her interest. but she had never done much. she ate out only when they suggested, and only because she had seen it as more of a command. she had hung out with people as if she were playing some follow-the-leader game, trotting behind them and doing as they said. so it didn’t take long for shinobu to rule out the possibility that kanao was sneaking away for something along those lines. but she could think of little kanao would be doing. unless she was staying out long to help the kakushi—which she wasn’t; shinobu had verified with them—then there wasn’t anything else to cross off. eventually, she decided to just ask. kanao would answer either way—she always answered truthfully, having little opinion about what she would or wouldn’t share unless she was told to keep a secret. in that case, shinobu would have to just let the subject go. it wasn’t hurting kanao, that much she could tell.

but she did venture to ask after a while. it was less from worry and more to soothe her mild interest. kanao was more or less an open book, so the little shinobu didn’t know was always something she was curious about. which didn’t happen often—only adding to the possibility that this could become something… fascinating.

after she had cleared out her schedule, shinobu took kanao aside for a quick question. she had meant to ask only about her little detours after mission, anticipating a simple response. instead, she got a fidgety, pink kanao who would not meet her eyes. as was mentioned before, kanao was an open book. the minimal emotion she allowed herself was displayed as if she were writing it down. immediately, shinobu’s interest was peaked. she calmly coaxed an answer out of kanao and, after a little reluctance, kanao told her that she was meeting up with someone, occasionally.

shinobu’s first reaction was the ring alarm bells everywhere, her concern spiking. but at kanao’s shy, more or less embarrassed state rather than guilty or… hurt, shinobu willed herself to relax. she asked about the said person, only to get incoherent mumbling of terrible attempts at a subject change. really, she found this all very much adorable. but she had grown to see kanao as she was sure kanae had felt for shinobu, so she fretted slightly, trying to stress the topic. to no avail.

curiosity ever renewed, shinobu let her off. instead, she went to aoi, inquiring about this secret person. aoi did an excellent job at avoiding the questions to the point shinobu nearly fell for it—had she not noticed the anxious flick of the guilty blue eyes. she sighed, knowing full well aoi wouldn’t betray kanao’s apparent trust in her not to say anything, and dropped the conversation. she opted instead to figure out who it was without anyone telling her.

for the next few weeks, she would watch kanao in what she hoped appeared to be more of one a mentor might to her student. she scrutinized her, watching and catching on to the more extreme reactions. she got nothing, however, and began to think she should try asking again. kanao would spill eventually if she pushed enough. she let it go for the time being, however, deciding that if kanao was happy with this then so be it. aoi would’ve said something if it were a subject of concern—and since she’d skillfully skirted around saying anything, there must not be room for worry.

the answer came by itself, however, nearly a month after shinobu’s discovery. surprisingly, it didn’t come with kanao. kanao was on a mission when a new group of injured slayers arrived. along with the very person shinobu had unknowingly sought for.

she recognized them, especially one who had caused much trouble for the hashira. tanjiro, a boy with blond and orange hair, a boy with a boar mask, a boy with a mohawk whom she placed as the slayer gyomei had taken in, and a man who she knew only by face had traipsed in. they seemed tired but quite lively, all of them introducing themselves at shinobu’s appearance. the blond boy was zenitsu, the boar mask was inosuke, gyomei’s… not exactly tsugoku was genya, and the last one was murata—who had apparently come by himself but had been dragged into the group by tanjiro.

they were a noisy bunch, chattering even as shinobu and aoi tried to shush them while cleaning them up. murata seemed absolutely terrified of shinobu, so aoi ended up tending to him. then they had split the group up—aoi with murata and tanjiro, shinobu with zenitsu, genya, and inosuke. after much trouble, they got them to settle down and rest. genya, whom had been possibly the least hurt, stayed awake, shifting on his cot. when shinobu passed him, going to throw away some muddied bandages, he spoke up. he was very hesitant about his question, averting his eyes as he asked for… kanao.

the first thought that came to mind was, ‘would you look at that?’ but shinobu simply smiled, shaking her head. if her assumption was correct, this was the mysterious person kanao was meeting. if she was incorrect and genya had some other reason to be asking for her, then shinobu should probably just give up and stop being so paranoid about it. she explained that kanao was off on a mission but should be coming back soon. then she left, forming a little plan in her head.

when kanao came back—on time, today—shinobu mentioned tanjiro, the boy kanao had reported to have almost killed his somewhat subdued demon sister, arriving here. she added, briefly, that his group had been much disruptive and if they were to be causing too much trouble, kanao should make sure to tell her or aoi to stop them. then she listed the names, as if on a whim. the reaction was instantaneous. kanao seemed to light up at genya’s name, standing up straight. shinobu told her, almost like a memory had hit her, that genya had asked for kanao. she had barely told kanao the room number when kanao left, making a beeline towards the room.

so it was genya, then? shinobu hummed, idly following kanao’s footsteps. she made a point of keeping her own steps quiet, stopping before she truly got there and peeking into the room. kanao was perched on genya’s cot, the two murmuring something out of earshot. shinobu smiled. genya was a good kid, she knew that—she had heard plenty of his maturing from gyomei. as much as sanemi—whom was definitely his brother—said otherwise, she had no doubt that he’d treat kanao just fine. also, aoi most likely knew him—being around his age—and she was a good judge of character often. especially when it came to kanao.

just as silently as she had arrived, shinobu slipped away, making for her office. she’d let kanao’s rendezvous continue as long as she didn’t let them get in the way of work. but, honestly, she was just glad genya was able to change her for the better. years ago, when kanae had told her that some boy would sidle into her heart and initiate her ability to be herself, she hadn’t been quick to accept it. but then again, kanae seemed to be right about many things. and this was certainly one of them.

[carrion-art]

Everybody wants Fox's Noods

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.

Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.

And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.

Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.

They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.

When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.

Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.

When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.

"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.

"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.

Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.

Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.

Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.

When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.

Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.

because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far

when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)

danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.

and god help him, he's going to help people.

[luna-loveboop]

Hello!! What are your thoughts on Echoes of Wisdom? Do you have any theories? Anything you'd like to see?

- hero-of-the-wolf

Zora princess engagement

The Legend of Zelda has a history of Zora princesses falling in love with/being engaged to the Hero of Hyrule/Link

So therefore, in Echoes of Wisdom, I would like for:

A- Zelda to run across a Zora princess engaged to Link and tell her hands off, he's kidnapped

B- Zelda to be engaged to a Zora princess and tell her no, Link is kidnapped

C- With both the river and ocean Zora being in Eow, BOTH Link and Zelda were engaged to Zora royalty, who are pissed that they now have to marry each other instead since Link is kidnapped

This is half joking but tbh I really would love for the Zora engagement trope to show up again

I mean the entirety of Eow is set up for Zelink. He chases her. She chases him. It's the idea that they're not whole without the other- if Link is taken so is Zelda. (see what I did there. Taken. Like kidnapped but also taken like in love with someone already. So they're both taken- ok moving on)

So yeah the zelink is so strong in this game from the four minute trailer(s), I really wanna see a Zora engagement because of the potential for *drama*

[youssefguedira]

I wish you would write a fic about irreconcilable artistic differences on a movie set between Joe and Nicky.

not really irreconciliable as in not solvable at all but you know i had fun with this

Joe squeezes his eyes shut, covering his face with both hands, and leans forward. His shoulders tremble uncontrollably. He takes a short, sharp breath, and another, and another, but he can’t quite seem to get enough into his lungs. There’s a lump in his throat and a weight in his stomach. He leans forward with a low, wounded sound and–

“Cut,” Nicky says softly. Then, because it takes Joe a second to hear him: “Joe, stop.”

Slowly, Joe raises his head. Wipes at his eyes and takes a few deep breaths to steady himself. Nicky’s already up, frowning ever so slightly as he looks at the camera. 

“What is it this time?” Joe manages. His voice is hoarse; he has to clear his throat once or twice. Nicky doesn’t look up. The clock on the nightstand reads 01.34, but Nicky’s changed it a few times over the course of the shoot. He has no clue what time it really is, only that it’s dark outside.

It’s just the two of them in the room. Nicky had wanted to keep this one small, just him and Joe and the camera. The apartment they’re in is nice, if a little empty, though Joe supposes that’s the point. They’re in the bedroom, Joe sitting cross-legged on the bed, shirtless, sheets bunched up over his lap, a phone lying on the nightstand behind him. One entire wall of the room is taken up by a floor-to-ceiling window which lets the moonlight in, though there’s a few low lights set up behind Nicky to send bars of silver light across the bed, because the natural light hadn’t quite been strong enough for the effect Nicky wanted. It’s otherworldly; it’s beautiful. 

Nicky still isn’t looking at him, so Joe says again, “What?” It comes out a little harsher than he means it to, but it gets Nicky’s attention.

Nicky runs one hand through his hair. Joe can’t see him well, not with the light behind him and the shadows in the room. “I don’t know,” Nicky says. “It’s missing something.”

Joe has worked with Nicky enough times before. It’s not that he doesn’t like working with him - they’re friends - but he can’t fucking read him, and so after the sixth take of the same scene he can’t help but take it a little personally. 

Joe reaches for the bottle of water hidden just under the bed and takes a long drink, mostly to keep himself from snapping. What time is it? “I can try again, but I can’t do this indefinitely, Nicky.”

“I know, I know,” Nicky says, fidgeting again with the camera, “it’s not you, it’s just–” 

“What else could it be?” Joe interrupts. He’s not stupid. This scene doesn’t work if he can’t get it right, which means the entire film doesn’t work if he can’t get it right. More than anything else, this one depends on him. No music, no camera movement, no dialogue, nothing but him and the camera. And he wants to do it right, he loves this project almost as much as Nicky does, but there’s a hollow feeling in his chest and he’s spent the last however-many-hours having a near-complete breakdown over and over again and it’s still not right. And Joe doesn’t know what it is he’s doing wrong.

“I don’t know,” Nicky says quietly. Now he is looking at Joe, and Joe can’t tell if he’s disappointed, or angry, or – or what. He’s perfectly expressionless, as always. 

Joe loves this job. And he wants to get this right. But it doesn’t mean it’s not one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do, and he’s tired.

“I don’t have much more left in me, Nicky,” he says, and this time he does snap. He wipes at his eyes again, can’t look at Nicky. He’s supposed to be making himself vulnerable, above all in this scene, but suddenly he can’t stand the way Nicky’s looking at him. “Pass me my hoodie.”

“Joe–”

“I can’t. I can’t keep doing this.” He kicks the sheets off and gets tangled trying to do it, grabs his hoodie when Nicky offers it, pulls it over his head in one fluid motion and gets out of there as soon as he can. Thankfully, there’s only Andy and Nile in the other room, Andy lying back on the couch with her feet up and Nile perched on the arm of it. They both look up at Joe as he enters, both look like they’re about to ask, and Joe can’t stand it, can’t be in here a second longer, can’t–

“We are done for the day, I think,” Nicky says behind him, startling Joe. He hadn’t realised Nicky was there.

Andy raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t argue. It’s already the second day of trying to shoot this scene: they’re running the risk of falling behind schedule. 

“We’ll find something else to do tomorrow,” Nicky says. “I’ll look over everything tonight. We will try this again on Monday.”

Andy and Nile look at each other. Nile shrugs. 

“Get some rest, Joe,” Nicky says. 

Joe shoves his hands in his pockets and doesn’t say a word.

–--------------------------------

He doesn’t get called in the next day at all, and he doesn’t interrogate it too closely. Takes the day off, pretty much, because they’ve only really got one scene left to film, and there’s not much more he can do for that. Nicky had wanted to leave it to the last, and Joe had agreed, at the time.

At about nine pm, someone knocks on his hotel room door, which is unusual on a day where they don’t have a night shoot to do. When he opens it, Nicky is on the other side. Joe lets him in without a word. 

“I wanted to apologise,” Nicky says, standing in the middle of the room and looking as uncomfortable as Joe’s ever seen him. “For last night. I was pushing you too hard, and I should not have done.”

Joe closes the door behind him. Nicky fidgets with the sleeve of his hoodie. 

“Sit down,” Joe says. 

Nicky does, settling himself on the edge of Joe’s bed, not quite looking him in the eye. Joe joins him, after a moment. 

“At the risk of sounding cliche,” Nicky says, “it’s not you, it’s me.”

Joe laughs, mostly because the phrase sounds so strange coming from Nicky and also because out of everything he’d thought Nicky might say, he hadn’t expected that. 

Nicky smiles slightly, too. Then he gets up and heads for the minibar. “Mind if I have a drink?”

Joe shakes his head. Nicky gets out a little bottle of wine, glances at the label, and takes a swig straight from the bottle without bothering to get a glass. 

“I can’t seem to get it right,” Nicky says. “You know I wrote almost fifteen different versions of that scene?”

The scene in the script itself is barely a page long. “No,” Joe says. 

Nicky nods. Rubs a hand over his face. “I wanted it to feel real. I thought if I could get it right, it would… help, somehow. I don’t know.”

It’s the exact same reason Joe said yes before he even read the script, when the whole thing was just an idea in Nicky’s head, when they were talking about it over drinks at Andy’s and Joe was in love with the idea almost immediately. He knew exactly why Nicky was writing it; he knows, now, exactly why it needs to be right. But at the same time – “I don’t know if that’s possible, Nicky.”

Nicky sighs. “I know.” He crosses back over to sit beside Joe again, takes another drink from the bottle. “But there is something missing, and I cannot seem to find it. And so it does not feel real. And I know this is not easy for you.”

“It’s not,” Joe says plainly. 

“But you know,” Nicky continues, “I could not have trusted anyone with this but you. If you had not said yes, I would not have done this.”

That, Joe didn’t know: he knows he’d been Nicky’s first choice, but he’d assumed that’s because they know each other well enough already. But it makes sense: the reason Nicky wrote the script is the same thing they’d bonded over. 

Even still, it’s a lot. “I don’t know if I can do it the way you want,” Joe says. 

Nicky looks up at him from where he’s been running his fingers over the label on the bottle absentmindedly. “If you want to stop, I can–”

“No,” Joe says quickly. “But I don’t think it’s ever going to be exactly the way you felt.”

Nicky looks away. “It is a lot to ask,” he says. “I know this.”

Joe doesn’t think; just reaches over and takes Nicky’s hand. “I know,” he says. “Trust me.”

Nicky takes a deep breath. Then he nods. "Okay."

[shrews-things]

Things about top surgery that I didn't expect (double incision)

It hurt so much less right after waking up than I thought it would, it was similar to pneumonia lung pain like kind of a burning sensation

Wasn't hard or upsetting to get used to my new look!! Also there isn't an ounce of regret in me, I thought I'd have some at least in the first few weeks

I had the posture of a shrimp for like two whole weeks from that compression garment

It itches as it heals which is fucked up bc I can't feel shit in any of it and also when I try to gently pat it to make the itch go away, I can't feel that either so it doesn't help :')

I'm like 5 weeks post-op and I still can't raise my arms above my head gdkdhskhdn

Still reaching for a bra or binder out of habit when getting dressed

It still feels like I'm somehow??? Hiding my chest???? Like when I was still just binding, I still go like "oh this is a good outfit, it hides my chest well" boy you haven't got a chest to hide

The urge to pull out the loose ends of my dissolvable stitches,,,,

[b4kuch1n]

hahaha wheee haha

[kacievvbbbb]

God what even do I do with this chapter 😭 but here are some of my thoughts.

SPOILERS FOR CH. 268

- what the fuck

-“Maybe it’s time to try living for someone else” okay the itafushi shippers really won with that one, I can’t lie. But at the same time it feels like Megumi’s always been living his life for someone else specifically Tsumiki. so it kind of feels like the stronger message would have been to decide to live for himself? Kind of how yuuji’s journey went from finding this greater purpose to live and fight to simply just living is okay as well. But that’s just me. Im interested in hearing other people’s take on the situation

- this is from last chapter but I so really like the parallel of yuuji in this fight for his life with Sukuna and Mahito and being so weighed down by everything that he has lost and everything he is still trying to save and then Kugasaki hits that resonance and Yuuji sees that he’s not alone and god something about it always being Nobara and her insanity breaking him from that sorrow and giving him that last push to fight like he's not alone.

- also I do think seeing Nobara’s resonance after having to be the one to break it to itadori that she wasn’t recovering, really solidified that there where things still worth living for.

- I don’t know something about Sukuna finally after all these chapters acknowledging itadori by finally saying his name is so very Sukuna off him. It’s like the inverse of him going into Jogo’s flashing life and telling him he’s strong. This time he’s the one dying and he’s finally acknowledging the boy that killed him. Say what you want about Sukuna but he ain’t no sore fucking loser.

- God how fucking Yuuji Itadori of the whole thing to after everything all the terror and the torture and the pain to still offer Sukuna a chance to live and live better. A chance to not be a slave to his nature to this curse in their blood. God Yuuji what do I even do with you.

- okay so not even a fucking frame of the Hakari/Uraume showdown. Really 😭😭. It looked like things were happening too. With that final parting it looked like they’d reached some kind of understanding and not even a fucking frame. Gege the way your mind works.

- really not even one punch? Not even one gambling shot. I’d have payed good fucking money to see Hakari explaining how a pachinko machine works to a 1000 year old curse servant.

- the little “you’re just lucky is the best compliment for a guy like me” and the “yeah I guess it is” was a great exchange tho. Which is is why I wonder. Really not one fucking frame😭. I wonder if mappa will just ignore this and give them a fight scene anyway like they elongated the Sukuna vs Mahagora fight.

- and now finally, some good fucking food.

- Gojo’s little I killed your daddy note is so funny. What the fuck is wrong with him

- again. What the fuck.

- Nobara being as rude as fucking always god I love her. She is taking no prisoners. Fuck you mean you aren’t weeping at her feet at her return.

-Them trying to do the whole box suprise for Megumi and him catching them in the act is so stupid I actually can’t 😭. They really only have one braincell

- Nobara not giving a single fuck about her mom like what. Also what did she mean by “Special grade authority”

- crazy that they all got face scars now. They’re a matching set.

- I wonder what Yuuji’s talk with gojo was. I wonder what parental figure gojo exposed for him.

- I dunno this chapter making me feel like he might come back. Gojo Satoru just might make a come back.

- I’m glad that atleast after everything it’s gunna end with the three of them. Maybe a little damaged and worse for wear but together and that counts for something.

-lastly…..what the fuck m.

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 99

i have NEARLY finished the skirt for my ren faire fit i just gotta get a few finishing details added and also get the undershirt bleached (bc i got a bunch of makeup on it at last years fair and shit Stained) but THEN i can show yall the final fit!!

[unordinaries]

presented without comment

(chapters 280 + 344)

[kenmaiii]

still cant believe OM is ending it's services, at least on the gaming front

[cleromancy]

actually i think it fucks severely that tim stole jasons suit specifically to be unwell in it and told people he would stop wearing it when bruce got back and then he didnt stop wearing it when bruce got back

[pineapple-frenzy]

KukooOoOo

[berryblu-arts]

*explodes you *explodes you * *explodes you*

first one is the original, the other ones are bc i could *not* stop messing around with the layers haha

also, note to self: LOOK UP A REFFERENCE FOR OUTSTRETCHED HANDS NEXT TIME OH MY GOSHHHH-

[dustmint]

I have posted a fic :D!!

Summary below:

"It's just as real as you are, down here. Now, let's see how easy it is for you to snoop around the unconscious without a head...”

—

Mind Lanyon cuts off Hyde's head, this is surprisingly not a good thing

[truethes]

wdym sundays banner is tomorrow.