#i wonder if i talked enough about it for this to make sense to my average follower

[antisocial-transfag]

My pet peeve with how people talk about that line in here is that while everyone fails to plug in a phone sometimes, who the fuck actually does it enough to leave marks on their phone?? I don't even know if it's possible, but you would have to fuck it up all the time to scratch it, not just the normal amount. If you miss the port once, BBC Sherlock is not judging you yet

What annoys me the most about that scene though is why would someone get an engraving on a phone? And ofc the Doylian reason is because they're taking it from the original The Sign of Four novel where Holmes deduces Watson's brother had drinking problems based on his pocket watch. The whole deduction makes more sense if it's a pocket watch, especially because of how normalised drinking was back then, and how much concentration it would take to wind a watch versus just plugging in a phone charger

Here's a source I could find real quick:

AFFIRMATIONS

There is no shame in taking a few tries to get it right

Everyone struggles with fine motor skills from time to time

I can do fine motor activities

I can locate a port and plug in a cable

I can plug my phone in on the first try

I can plug my phone in while sober

BBC Sherlock does not exist

I can do hard things

[colorlessjay]

Epic the musical and Supernatural mesh together so well, it's ridiculous -

Personally I've always imagined it as Cas trying to escape the empty to get back home to Dean, and he has to face a bunch of trials along the way, like confronting Circe (Rowena), finding the blind prophet (Pamela or Kevin), so on and so forth, meanwhile Dean and Jack are back on earth holding out hope he'll come back-

There's more but I don't wanna dump all this on ya' lol, I just saw you mention it in a post and saw an opportunity to give my 2 cents :p

-Jukebox 📼

Jukebox, look at me

I have a vision. I need to communicate telepathically

Remember the Demon Dean arc? Mark of Cain? All that carnage?

You know the Itheca Saga?

Imagine this:

Dean's been having his summer love with Crowley, when he hears word about demons going after Sam. Instead of being apathetic and dismissive, Dean looks into it only to find out that someone within Crowley's circle has somehow found an entrance to the bunker. A way to slip in.

And I want this to be at least two years since Dean disappeared.

He hears about what's happened to Sam, and his instincts to kill kick in. Like how he went after the Frankenstein family after they killed Charlie? Yeah, that energy, but with Sam, because that makes just as much sense. And honestly, if the show wanted more carnage, they should've started here, BUT ANYWAYS

Blah blah plot, that's too many details for me. Cut to the bunker, the demons are out hunting Sam, destroying the bunker room by room in the process

Cue the song "Hold Them Down" as the demons mock Crowley's fondness for the Winchesters and talk about how they will be the ones to take them down.

And just as it hits the last lyrics, the demons are in the library, absolutely desecrating ancient knowledge, an angel blade fucking launches into the back of one Demon's head and kills it

Cue the song "Odysseus" as Dean stands at the archway of the library, gun in one hand. The line "I have had enough" is said before Dean shoots at the ceiling, and the whole bunker goes dark for a second, the lights of the lamps flickering before it all goes out

Carnage

A full massacre happens as Dean hunts down every demon, closing off the bunker so no one can get in or out. Meanwhile, Sam tries to deal with the ones who were still after him. Even with a broken arm, he's holding his own, but they outnumber him

And I need Sam to watch as Dean lets the demon in his take over and protect his brother

After the chaos, we cue in "I Can't Help but Wonder" as Sam and Dean reunite. Fuck you, power of love and brotherhood WINS. I need Sam to just tell Dean how he never stopped trying to find him again, that he's not making the same mistake like when Dean got sent to purgatory. How he always hoped Dean would come home again.

Dean saying he's proud of Sam, that Sam grew into his own hunter, that he's been doing good, and that he did miss him, he just didn't want to come home a monster. But he's back now, and they hug, and it's sweet

And Sam says he has to go tell Cas

And then we cue to "Would You Fall in Love with Me Again"

Cas gets the call that Dean is back, as Cas was already driving back to the bunker when he got the SOS

The bunker door opens

Dean says Cas' name

And Cas can't help but stare as he walks down the stairs hesitantly. Cause he sees Dean's demon form, but he can still see remnants of his soul in there too

"Is it you? Have my prayers been answered?"

Cas is looking Dean over, trying to see past the demon while Dean gets a look at Cas' true form for the first time

Dean says he's not the righteous man Cas knew. That he's not the same man. That his sins run so much deeper now than ever before, and he's beyond who Cas can even consider a friend

Cas asks what he's done, and Dean just tells Cas about every regret and pain he's had. How he feels irredemable before he doesn't feel bad about everything he's done. How a part of him left and did it for his family's safety. And he asks Cas if he'd still take Dean back

words words that someone smarter and more literate than me will figure out

Cas tells (confesses) to Dean that he'll love him over and over again, no matter what. That he's still the same person. He'll always be Dean, and that Cas has been waiting for him to come home

Cinematic rotating shot of their POVs with Cas' true form and Dean's demon form wrapping around each other as their physical bodies hug, forehead to forehead

Dean "How long has it been?"

Cas "Too long"

And then Sam is waiting in the kitchen, waiting for them to finish

fuck this was badly written. No one read this

[rottingghosty]

The Hunt of Joker II | DC X DP

part two baby !!!!

“rot where have you been” i work 40 hours a week and do have adult things to do… plus there’s been music events so work’s been busy! :’)

update on The Matriarch AU fic, will be a multi chapter fic and I’m currently reading over and editing ch. 1 because making a full fic means i have to be aware of my errors (some will slip past me like always, I’m 1 person with no beta read and english isnt my first language)

enjoy!!!

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Jason strolled through Crime Alley, the static was heavy in the air as the shades chittered away in his ears as his passed by areas that were heavy with them. The Alley residents moving quickly, tugging their coats closer to them as if to protect themselves from something. It made Jason lick his teeth as he rolled his shoulders to get a kink out of it. The shadows seemed more sinister in ways that Jason hadn’t considered, especially after having to explain to his family about why everything seemed off kilter to them.

He supposed it was pretty fucking odd to spring it on them, but Jason couldn't exactly help it. All of them had close brushes to death but few experience death like he had. Few had been dead for so long only to start digging out of their own grave to breathe. To exist once more after being in the void of nothing. Jason can't remember anything from when he was dead but he fucking picked up some things from being dead.

It wasn't obvious at first, not when he rarely fucking remembers what it was like during the time he was alive again prior to being dumped in the Lazarus Pit. Even then, he didn't remember much until a few months after the dunk. It'd been more obivous after the All Caste was bestowed on him and now he'd gotten so used to the other side of life that he hadn't considered how odd it'd be.

He lives and breathes with the side of death, how even when the rare moments of something bring out Solomon Grundy from the sewers or whatever crevices the big guy resides in the moment— there was a sense of kinship that wasn’t there before. How even Grundy seems to feel like something was going on, enough for the man to stumble into Jason during one of his patrols earlier. The zombie giving an aggravated grunt like he could even hear the trills of the shades down in the sewers.

Of course those little bastards quieted down when the two zombies stood side by side, Jason taking off his helmet on the rare chance to light a cigarette even if Grundy huffed. A crooked grin forming on Jason’s lips as his domino covered eyes turned to Grundy.

“Wonderin’ why they all chattin’ away?” Jason had drawled out in the moment, feeling Grundy push him roughly. It was enough force to make him stumble but he held his hands up in a gesture of goodwill. He knew he shouldn’t push on the zombie’s already limited hold on his anger. Not when Grundy was already looking around, sniffing the air like it could give him clues.

“There’s been a hunt called,” Jason began as he patted his jacket for a lighter, flicking it out and open. The flame dancing wildly as he brought it up to his mouth, watching as the cigarette caught the spark. He briefly wondered if one day whoever got managed to get a hit on Joker, would make sure he got a death befitting for him like he gave to Jason.

“Hunt?” Grundy asked, voice low and deep with a rumble that Jason felt to his very being. He ignored the way the pit or whatever the fuck was in him since his dip in the Lazarus Pit tried to give a rumble in reply.

“Something’s pissed off and called a hunt. It’s why the other side is all giddy. They’re off their metaphorical leash.” Jason mumbled around his cigarette, inhaling as he tilted his head up to stare at Gotham’s smog covered stars when in return all he just sees is darkness. Good ol’ Gotham.

“Annoying.”

“Yeah, they can be pretty annoying with their talks. I’ll see if they can pass the word for the shades near you to keep quiet. Wouldn’t want you to rampage while the hunt is going.”

Grundy grunts in reply before he turns away to head back to his haunt in the sewers, the haunting tune that Grundy says settling heavy on Jason’s shoulders.

“Solomon Grundy born on a Monday…”

It’d been days when everything seemed to burst, Jason was at the Manor— these days he made rounds of visiting mostly because the tension settled between his shoulders have made him more snappier than he’d like. The heightened pressure of Gotham’s hauntings were baring down on him and it often caused him to be rougher with whatever was going on.

He’d had to take a break from patrolling the alley mostly because of the fact he almost broke a mugger’s arm. He’d only backed off when Dick had swung by to intercept and even then that required rough handling because Jason needed to fight something. His instincts were screaming at him and it made him twitchier.

He heavily decided he fucking hated the feeling of a hunt happening, even worse when not even one person wanted to let it slip on who the hunt was called on. Then the Joker started popping his head out of whatever hidey hole he fucking was in and it felt like he was in a shark infested water with the way everything caused his hair to stand on its ends at the sudden sharpness of attention.

It made the teeth in his jaw itch, the way he instinctively bite down on things with more force than needed. He’s ran his tongue over his teeth enough times to feel the difference now, the way his canines are sharper. The way he’s had to hide his mouth in ways just so the others don’t witness the fact that Jason’s canines aren’t blunt and human like anymore. They felt like fangs.

Everyone was in the living room, doing their own thing as Jason tried to focus so hard on reading the Hunger Games. It’s something that Steph had recommended and he was slowly working through the series when the sudden itching was gone. He instinctively sat up, his eyes darting around.

He could see everyone else snap their attention to him, all aware of the fact that the faint buzz they had been hearing was silent. A creak was heard from Alfred shifting from where he stood.

Jason ran his tongue over his teeth again, feeling it cut into the muscle easily as he tasted the blood. Grounding himself with the pain.

Silence. Anticipation.

A soft whisper, a burst of cold air.

Then—

A thud. A hand reached out to Jason before everything vanished in a haze of green.

[icupblog]

Where did the party go? (batfam x neglected reader) TW: neglect, slight kidnapping

Gotham residents always said that the city could hollow your heart out, that if you lived there long enough you wouldn't care about how many homeless lived in that abandoned building, or how high casulties were every time the Joker got out of Arkham. But at least when gothamites went home they could cuddle up to their loved ones. At least they could have someone coddle them and ask them mundane questions like how their day was and talk about the weather. You on the other hand had no one.

Did you have a family, yes... but they weren't yours, in the sense of whether they would care if you left the house late or if they would come to a dance show you had because you had asked them to (they wouldn't)

So you spent your days working, grinding away at your schoolwork. because maybe Tim would be impressed if you got all A's on your exams, maybe Dick would notice you rather than just ignore your presence, maybe even Jason would give you some semblance of a smirk and tell you good job (you had lost hope for Damian).Oh, how you hoped to live up to your expectations, even for Barbara and Stephanie and they weren't even adopted.

Maybe you knew when you first entered the Wayne Manors beautiful gates that the house would be haunted by something, you just didn't think that something would be you.

You first entered the fiery gates of Bruce Wayne's home when you were 12 years old, unlike the kids that had come before you, you had actually reached double digits before making it to the dark knights home. (well the kids that were there at that moment in time).

The first time you met the man himself was after a funeral. You had just arrived at the Manor a day prior with Alfred escorting you to your room before you slept, and when you awoke there was pure brilliant silence throughout the mansion. It was so surreal you thought you were in a dream, you tiptoed down the massive staircase into the entrance of the house. The windows were slashed with a heavy downpour of thick unyelding rain, almost as if it reflected Bruce's own emotions. He opened the tall doors with superhuman ease (to a small twelve year old at least) and slouched his way into the manor, uncaring to whether his soaked clothes would get on Alfred's beautifully cleaned carpet. He looked up at you and held your gaze for an unseemly amount of time before sighing. You felt as though you should have said something, however upon seeing the man your throat closed up immediately. How could you do anything when just looking at him fills you with a strange foreign emotion? (fear)

When you were 12 you ignored the hints the family would sometimes give you that they were too busy. "Sorry name but I'm pre-occupied besides you're a bit old to ask for my help, right?" Dick would say while he would scroll on his phone. "Okay, uhm, see you around then," "Hey, I was wondering if you weren't too busy with paperwork the-" "No name I'm working got to Alfred if you need anything." "O-okay" Bruce would always be straight forward and blunt, he didn't care, no matter how hard you wanted him too. To him you were nothing more than a mistake a stain on his playboy image as one of his many escapades as Brucie Wayne ended with your mother getting pregnant. "Babs, can you help me with my computer?" "Have you tried switching it off and on again?" "no..." Barbara would always give you some time of day just not a lot... like 30 seconds max.

Then before you could think it could get any worse Tim arrived a Kid around your age, yet he would always sneak off with Bruce and Stephanie (a girl he would bring round, you sometimes could spot her before she disappeared) into the depths of the study and come out hours later looking exhausted and even more irritable before.

It somehow got even worse when Jason came back an evil entity hell bent on ruining your life, and Tim's. He show up outside your school sometimes telling the office workers you were his half-sister and he had to pick you up after school some days. He would shove on the end of his motorbike and hold you in a safehouse for hours on end before realising no one would arrive for you. Upon realising the great Batman didn't care about his one civilian child he would grow furious, breaking things around you as you clinged to whatever you were attached to and cry. Eventually he would grow bored of this old routine and leave you alone.

You tried to tell the family but they would just say "he didn't mean it" "he's not in his right mind name" or even worse they would forget the fact that their child who should be dead by all means kidnapped you and instead asked about his well-being. "Was he angrier or more sad?" "Did you see where you were held? maybe we can reach out to him B". In fact you didn't even realise Bruce Wayne your supposed father was Batman until you had moved out and put the pieces together.

Eventually Cassandra came along, then Damian. You think you were so traumatised by your first encounters by them both that you had blocked them out of your memory. You do however remember coming out of each conversation with an injury.

Let's just say when you eventually became eighteen you were quite frankly done with the family, you had decided to move out asap, so the second you got your college admissions you skedaddled out into metropolis.

Guys how do we feel about this?????

[raileurta]

Megatron's wife

Okay there's this incomplete fanfic about Megatron getting brain damage and thinking Starscream is his wife. I'm not too much of a fan of tfp megastar because Starscream is my baby and I hated seeing him being abused in canon. I do like them from an aesthetic point of view but that's about it.

This plot however could be extremely great for angst potential. I'm picturing as Megatron slowly gets more and more of his processor repaired he starts questioning weird behavior from Starscream. He notices how jumpy the seeker is around him, how he will startle if the overlord touches him unexpectedly, and his overwhelming fear of him. Starscream desperately tries to mask it or always seemingly has a valid reason for it but Megatron does notice this. He's extremely confused why his wife would be so terrified of him. He loves his wife so much.

Megatron would never hurt him.

So one night he decides to do some research. He sneaks out when Starscream is in recharge gets into a mainframe console and starts looking through files.

Other people, mostly Shockwave, have prevented him from accessing certain data files for his “health” but he does not believe him. He's no hacker but he is knowledgeable enough to know how to get around certain locks. Coming across a large folder labeled “Starscream” he unlocks it and starts watching the videos inside.

Not even halfway through he stops looking at the console, collapses onto the floor and starts to drive heave; he can't bring himself to watch another clip. Megatron is absolutely disgusted at what he saw. There were many, many, recordings of Megatron beating Starscream, quite severely too and threatening to kill him.

He has reasonably come to the conclusion he was an abusive partner to his second in command. If cybertronians could cry he would be a sobbing mess. He finally “understood” why Starscream was so hesitant to be around him in the first place and the weird behavior when the subject of being his wife came up. He goes back to his and Starscream shared berth not even masking his loud footsteps. This rouses Starscream from recharge wondering what's going on. Before he can even get his processor straight Megatron pulls him into a tight hug making nonsensical ramblings about how much he loves the seeker and how he's never going to hurt him again. It takes a bit for him to understand but once he does his stomach drops. He starts to frantically explain away about how he's a great partner and that was made up. Megatron doesn't believe him and this just makes him feel worse.

Starscream isn't quite sure what to do.

Megatron starts talking about how he's not going to get his processor fixed if it means he'll go back to mistreating Starscream. This makes Starscream even more conflicted. He has to go along with the wife delusions so Megatron can get better but if he agrees with this when Megatron eventually gets his memories back when his self repair nanites fix the problem he's definitely going to kill the seeker. So he tries to run away to seek help from Shockwave but Megatron refuses to let him leave. Megatron doesn't want to be an abuser anymore but he's still not the best guy and he's extremely emotional right now.

They agree to sleep on the problem and figure out what to do in the morning. I don't know what would come next though but I like to think after he gets his memories back this whole thing gave Megatron lots of perspective and he starts to treat Starscream more nicely because of it. In return Starscream would stop trying to overthrow him or assassinate him.

For me personally if I wrote about this I wouldn't have it end explicitly in megastar, more in a queer platonic sense. I like the idea of them occasionally cuddling in bed ever so often because they liked it so much when they were forced to share a berth. Plus Starscream has too much trauma from Megatron to engage with him in a healthy romantic relationship I would think. If we assume this near the end of the series and he's still an overlord.

I just kinda want to just put this out into the world to see if anyone does anything with this. I think it's an interesting idea and I want to see what people do with it.

[linkbetweenlinksau]

I noticed the slight style change in Wars' scarf (from before you actually started LBL and then where we are currently) and so I was wondering.......

What was the og design for your Links? And then how did it change to how it is right now?

I thought that would be an interesting ask, so here you go!

I hope you ready for a big load of yapping Anon cuz I have many things to say about their older designs 🙏

So we’ll start with Sky!

Old design on the left and new design on the right. He had a cape LU style, baggier clothes, and had the loftwing feather attached to his earring. I have the skyloftians wear their loftwing’s feathers because it lets them feel closer to them when they’re separated from them on the surface! The thing about this design was that not only was it impractical, but it was also suuuuper annoying to draw and color. Idk if you read the old comic from before but that helped me know that his loftwing feather was driving me insane haha. The cape as well was super annoying and while baggy clothes fits Sky, it didn’t seem smart for him to have that. He was also 5’0” because I wanted him to be older than twi but shorter than him. When I redid Lbl I thought about what I hated about his design while drawing it and changed it around

I made him 5’5” so I wouldn’t have to make his Zelda super short (she’s 5’3”) and he’s definitely one of the “taller” Links. I put the sailcloth and loftwing feather at his belt so they were out of the way. I also gave him bracers that kept his baggier sleeves out of the way and yeah! Still not the most practical thing ever but this is fiction and idc 🙃I’m a little sad about the loftwing feather tho cuz I always wanted him to have a long feather on his earring since I first designed him but oh well. It’s for my own sanity haha. I still kept his more “comfier” clothes and his lightning scars hehe 😈 so yeah!

The rest of the ramblings are under here:

Minish also underwent a lot of changes:

Older design on the left and newer one on the right.

The old design not bad but it’s kinda plain to me. Being a blacksmith he has an apron and gloves, and I always imagines mc Link with curly hair. I do love his headband and I think it’s super neat, but that’s really it. It’s just plain and when he has no apron it’s even more plain. So I changed it to the newer one!

He still has curly hair and his headband but he has no more apron. His tunic is meant to resemble a Minish but I kept the golden outline for some pizzazz. I gave him back his blue eyes which are very integral to his sprite in mc imo and I changed his nose shape to match his grandpa’s and that’s probably my favorite change about him. I love his nose very much and it makes him look very unique. I kept his gloves but I also added some iron-toed boots just so metal doesn’t break his toes lol. And I always had the square belt buckle on him. It’s very fun exploring different ways to do that swirly belt buckle! I also made his tunic dark green so it’d look better. Overall I love his newer design!

Old on the left, new on the right. Time didn’t change too much but he did enough for me to talk about it! His shirt darkened to match his old tunic, gave him the gauntlets for something interesting to look at, changed his collar shape, and I changed his eye color! This actually happened after I made the newer drawing XD I changed his eye color to match Twi’s :) also I untucked his shirt. Idk why. I thought it’d look better so we’ll see lol.

Twi changed a LOT, and by a lot I mean his colors lol. I had a plan where he was going to be pale with dark brown hair to show that he isolated himself and stayed inside after tp, and lbl helped him heal and he was able to look like he went outside again. Buuuuut I changed it for my own sanity cuz that would’ve been so hard to do well lol. So the newer design has the colors he was going to get in the old lbl. Truthfully the old backstory doesn’t fit what I have in mind anymore anyways so it makes sense for him to be tan in the new one. I also added more battle stuff for him including bracers, that sleeve thing, and actual clothes that match ordon lol. I did keep the Ordona symbol tho cuz it’s cool. But yeah, other than that there wasn’t too much of a change in his actual clothes! I did give him dimples tho :> you just can’t see it

Four changed quiet a bit as well. As least when he’s merged. He used to have armor but I thought giving him a full thing of armor when he was only 14 was kind of odd so I instead took out most of the armor. I also made his colors more neutral cuz I loved the idea that Four’s colors were more white and brown to show the colors merging. But honestly i don’t like the look of it haha 😅 it makes more sense for all of the colors to be on Four anyways since it resembles the colors never fully merging so honestly I miiiight switch the colors… but anyways. I did keep the braid flower thing cuz many liked that as did I, and I changed his eye color to match the actual eye color of the colors. They will change depending on who’s in control! But yeah, change in colors 🙃 might change it again idk. I just don’t like the tan and brown haha.

I went through a whole thing with windy because he was originally gonna be 17 or 18. He was gonna be an adult. But I didn’t like that and changed him to being 14! The issue with that tho was that he looked too old in his old design. The blue lobster and coat that resembled Linebeck’s just didn’t fit him anymore so I decided to lean more into his green tunic and played with colors to get him his new design! Which I love a lot! It’s just a little more boyish with nice colors of sea foam green that I like, and it definitely fits his younger aura. That could easily have something to do with how I drew his face tho haha. The old design had the blue lobster cuz that’s what everyone else was doing and I thought the coat would be a cut homage to Linebeck. Including a gossip stone. Also no boots cuz idk, I like it. Makes it easier on me haha. And his scar is a little less healed in the new design than the old one :) it’s very clear that I decided to do what I wanted to do with his design instead of doing what I thought people wanted, and I love his newer design now. Should be easier to draw too!

Left drawing was the first design of Age, and there’s some things I do kinda like. For starters the cape is very neat and would definitely mark him as a champion, but that’s about all I like haha. His short hair is fine but it doesn’t make sense for him to cut it, the armored pieces are a pain to draw and the colors were hard to work with. So I got rid of the cape cuz I figured it’d be harder to draw and wasn’t super practical, changed the tunic color and his hair color to match canon, and gave him more simple bracers and boots. The thing about Age tho is that I don’t like his design. Same issue with Four honestly. It’s not satisfying and I wish I took the time to play with his design more instead of jumping in, so I might play with his design a bit more, might do something with the cape. But I did add Mipha’s scale to show that they’re a thing <3 and lastly he used to be 5’5” but I didn’t like that so I moved him down to 5’0”. He’s taller than Wild to show that the shrine of resurrection stunted Wild’s height (but honestly my Age did technically use the shrine of resurrection so) but he’s not absurdly taller than him haha. but yeah, i don’t like either of his designs 😔

Wild’s overall design didn’t change too much cuz I did like the champion’s tunic with the Hateno clothes on top of it, but something that I do wish I kept was that his hair can’t grow back on some parts of his head, leaving him bald. I might still keep it but it’ll be very well hidden under that mane of hair haha. I dropped the braid and let his hair flow beautifully in the wind, and smae with Age, changed the hair and tunic color! I wanted him and Age to both have the champion’s tunic so that they know that they’re technically the same :) luckily Wild has a lot of outfits so I can honestly play with the clothes whenever I want hehe.

And as you mentioned, Wars went through a lot of change too! Just like Wind I played with some ideas for him cuz I wasn’t vibing with his design. He and Sky are the only ones I had in the older lbl comic so I was able to know what I did and didn’t like about his design! I liked his tunic design for sure, and it’s still there, but the cape was kinda lame to me. It wasn’t fancy, had a bad color, and I hated the overall shape. He has his hat here but he was always going to lose it. So keeping everything else I decided to try to explore the scarf again and tried to find a style I liked. I didn’t want it to be like the game, and I wanted it to look unique to him, and eventually I settled on the big triangle shaped scarf! Makes him look more dynamic and I changed the colors so they’d look better, and I do really like his newer design! He didn’t go through much change, but it was enough to keep me satisfied! I do wish his Diamond clip was on his back like how it is in the game but oh well, I wanted it to look like some sort of Medal of Honor 🤷‍♀️ my beloved

And that’s about all the big changes! I didn’t include everyone cuz they either didn’t change much or they didn’t have old designs. Like Hyrule did change a bit with his design now having a turtleneck rather than a V-neck, but that’s about it. I don’t think Legend’s design changed at all (I love his design) and Totem and Rift weren’t in the older era of lbl :) I do need to draw refs for them tho augh. Spirit too didn’t change all that much and I don’t have room to include everyone haha. But yeah that’s what changed about them! I like the changes a lot (kind of) and I hope they won’t kill me when I draw the comic :’D I know wolf Link is giving me grief, mostly his colors.

But yeah, thank you for this ask! I love rambling about this stuff!! XD especially comparing old lbl to new lbl :)

[lucagray813]

LMK Story Idea - That One Rotting Peach Under the Mountain

I've sometimes wondered about the security of LMK's version of Five-Phase Mountain (The mountain that served as Wukong's prison). In other versions, his head sticks out from under the mountain and people that pass by can talk to him but I get the vibe that in LMK visitors are not permitted.

So how do they stop people getting in? I think you could put it down to one or several of the following:

It's a completely sealed off cave so no-one can just stumble in by accident

There's a security detail that keeps watch (In the book there's "a local spirit and the Fearless Guards of Five Quarters" (Yu, 2012) watching the mountain.)*

There are seals/magic at play to stop anyone damaging or entering the cave

*I've seen some people play with the idea that any guards only check in on Wukong if there's a reason to (e.g. he's trying to escape, they need information about where the brotherhood might be hiding, etc.)

So with these restrictions in place how does Macaque get in? Well, in my mind, he's a master of reconnaissance and combined with his shadows he can get round the first two obstacles (a sealed cave and guards) relatively easily, assuming none of the guards are in the cave with Wukong constantly and can't just sense his presence even when they aren't.

The seals/magic could be an issue however if they're tailored to stopping people teleporting in or if they're set up to alarm the guards if anyone does get in. I do often like to headcanon Mac as being particularly knowledgeable with seals but I think the Buddha's seals might stump him no matter how good he is.

So, a few options here:

The Buddha's seals are only there to keep Wukong imprisoned. The Celestial Realm was responsible for any additional measures such as keeping people out and as such could perhaps be undermined

Macaque, being an indefinable Celestial Primate himself with powers of mysterious origins, can fly under the radar.

They didn't initially worry too much about anyone breaking in and didn't go ham on the magic protection in addition to the guards because really who's going to be stupid enough to go against the Buddha that isn't already trapped under a mountain?

I do like to think Macaque was very cautious trying to figure out if he could get into the cave undetected. Testing the waters extensively before letting Wukong even know he was trying to communicate with him.

Opening miniscule shadow portals for no time at all initially and gradually building up to see if anyone would notice. Sticking objects and animals into the cave to see if an alarm would go off before sticking a hand through himself and eventually building up the nerve to go through and only immediately leave again just in case.

Once he was sure he'd considered every possibility, he went for and all goes well and he can try to talk to Wukong.

And then he makes a mistake because he leaves evidence behind that someone that wasn't supposed to be in the cave had been there - a slowly rotting peach.

The guards notice it and immediately interrogate Wukong, but no matter how upset he is with Macaque there's no way in hell he's about to snitch. Just claims he was asleep and doesn't know how it got there either and he sticks with that story no matter what they do to him.

You could have Wukong trying to convince them not to phone it into the boss upstairs because then they would be the ones in trouble for slacking but whether they tell someone or not, they've got to up their game.

(If they did report it, you could play around with the idea that Heaven knows it must be Macaque and that would be especially bad in cases where say, Macaque is the known regent king of FFM that signed terms of surrender, such as in Monkey Talk.)

There are a couple of proposals made - new and/or stronger magic/seals to stop people with teleportation, a fine tuned alarm system and, if you want to go for maximum angst, a seal that lets people in but doesn't let them back out.

Wukong, privy to this information, keeps up a constant whispered litany begging Macaque not to come back whenever he's awake (on days where he believes Macaque would even want to come back in the first place. Maybe he even has bad days where he wants Macaque to get caught or believes that there's no way that he could be caught so he should risk it to see him again. The mountain makes Wukong very temperamental).

At that point it could go several ways:

Macaque never came back of his own volition and so it was never a problem

He heard Wukong's whispers and was forced to stay away

He doesn't hear Wukong's whispers and goes back but manages to escape

He doesn't hear Wukong's whispers and goes back and gets caught

Each option has different consequences with 1 & 2 having the least amount of impact in canon, 3 having the potential to effect canon if Macaque is now being zealously chased down by Heaven if he wasn't previously, and 4 having the most significant impact on canon because Macaque is now a prisoner too.

Let's explore option 4 a little more. So potential things to happen next:

Macaque becomes trapped beside Wukong à la radiobugso's AU

Macaque is trapped inside the cave but he is not trapped within the walls like Wukong is

Macaque gets a completely separate punishment from Wukong (such as in the AO3 Shadowpeach fic The Constellation Within Us by cloud_somersault)

Unlike Wukong, Heaven is able to remove Macaque's immortality and execute him

Macaque is forced to work for the Celestial Realm

Personally, I think number 2 might be an interesting one to explore where Macaque is trapped with Wukong but technically has more freedom.

But yeah, a lot of potential just from that one peach! I might incorporate some of these ideas into a fic at one point but if something here seems interesting then feel free to roll with it!

[nanami-is-nanamean]

Yall. I have. An Idea.

Ignore the cookie run part bUT HEAR ME OUT-- nanago situation

Take my hand, imagine this, walk with me—

So, its been a long week for nanami again. Curses, injuries, people that he was supposed to protect in his missions—assigned sorcerers and civilians alike hurt or injured or worse, long hours, and barely any proper rest. This night is a slow night, a short reprieve before he throws himself back in the line of fire in this endless war against curses, before he drowns himself again in mission reports and obituaries, before the cycle begins again.

He can already feel the tension in his shoulders loosening at the prospect of a long and slow night dedicated to resting and pampering himself. And of course, he does the main thing that relaxes him the most—cooking and baking.

Yes, there's still a lot of work in the process of preparing and making food, but he finds a quiet tranquil in the precise measurements and temperatures of baking. Cooking makes him feel as if he's loosely painting on a canvas. Eitherway, the prep work helps erase the jitters from his muscles and everything he makes always ends up delicious.

Tonight, feeling rather festive and celebratory, nanami decides to make a strawberry shortcake. The light and delicate enough for his sugar averse palette, and enough sweetness to sate his partner's sugar addicted tongue. Everything went perfectly—the cake itself had a beautiful crumble, icing wonderfully light with that faint creamy sweetness, and the assortment of berries he mixed in with the strawberries were delightfully fresh. He places a little chocolate sign that he managed to scrounge together from gojo's sweets stash and... it was perfect.

Nanami should've known however that, if things were too perfect—it was inevitable for everything to come crashing down. Quite literally for his case. As he removed the perfect cake from its makeshift decorating stand, his hands—aching and exhausted from the week, had reached their limit. They trembled and jolted, the unsteady metal surface and motions causing his beautiful creation to topple and fall with a wet splat to the ground.

The world zeroed in at that singular moment in time, senses blocking out everything that wasn't the carefully crafted masterpiece laying on the ground. Shortcake bent in angles that it wasn't supposed to bend, exposing pale yellow crumb that was never supposed to be seen. Cut strawberries and fruit glistening red in the light of his kitchen, strewn and mixed about with the icing. Icing, thick and somehow light all at once, splattered across his shoes and floor.

Hysterically, he thought, it kind of reminds him of a dead body.

Cake as flesh and muscle, exposed to the world. Clumps of icing and berries acting like blood and gore strewn about the floor. In certain areas, where cake and icing peeled away from each other, it reminded him of open wounds—icing serving as both blood and flayed skin.

He worked so hard on it. And there it was. On the floor. So close to the counter and the plate that it was supposed to be on. And yet. It wasn't.

Each berry cut meticulously, to both preserve and bring out its beauty. Icing spread and piped in all manner of different decorations whilst also being wonderful on its own. Beautifully moist and fluffy shortcake, with the perfect texture.

Nothing else mattered in this moment but his wrecked cake.

He hadn't registered the door open, the tired yet cheery greeting of his husband, and the rushed steps of gojos shoes until he was pulled into his chest. And as he was pressed close to his husbands body, he realized that he'd also been crying. "Oh shit, shit, shit—Kento, baby, talk to me. What happened?"

Nanami opened his mouth to speak, only to let out a pathetic little croak. It seems that he also lost track of how long he's been there. Staring at his ruined cake. "Okay, okay," Gojo pulls him away to look into his eyes. Somehow the sight of them makes him sob. For real this time. If earlier, he only had streams of tears falling into his eyes, now nanami crumpled in gojos arms with great gasping sobs, shuddering on each breath. "Oh, fuck—Kento, lovely, talk to me! What happened?! Tell me, please."

At this, the man feels a shame so strong he feels its heat from his ears down to his shoulders. How ridiculous was it—him turning into a weeping mess over a bit of cake? But... it was still his cake. A cake that he put all of the stress and frustration and exhaustion of the week into. A cake that he made to celebrate making it through the week. A cake he made full of love for the two of them.

Gojo's questions were only met with more sobbing as Nanami quieted and hid his face in the crook of his neck. "Shit. Alright. Lemme get you situated on a couch, okay Ken? Your knees must be real tired, yeah?" "But... the cake." Finally, a word from his distraught love. "Yeah? What about the cake, love?" Nanami buried himself harder into his neck, before abruptly pulling away—rubbing a hand down his blotchy, red, tear and snot streaked face. "I— It's just— It's utterly ridiculous and pointless, Satoru. It's nothing."

"What? What is? It can't not be important if you've been sitting here crying all evening? What is it, Kento?" "It's cake. I've just—I've been crying over ruined cake, Satoru. It's utterly childish and ridiculous of me to, so excuse me while I—" "Shhh, none of that." Kento finds himself tackled into his husband's arms, the sheer love and care behind it jostling the cold mask that was settling back into his skin.

Satoru rocks the two of them in place on their floor, a hand rubbing Kento's back and holding him close. He melts into his husband's arms as he did before, a couple more hiccuping breaths escaping his lips. It doesn't matter how long they stay like that, because in Satoru's arms, everything is perfect.

"The cake... it was for us. I, I worked so much on it, so hard on it that—when it fell... I suppose thats when the rest of the week caught up to me." Satoru hummed, Kento feeling that rumble into his chest. "It's ridiculous, isn't it? Its just cake, I might as well be crying over spilled milk but... I made it a strawberry shortcake, because its the only cake we can both agree on. I added other, tarter berries both for myself and to bring out the sweetness of the strawberries. Fuck—I even cut a few of them into shapes and drew on the icing with cake... and now it's just..."

He trails off, no other words able to describe the heavy, hurting numbness in his chest. "I'm so exhausted, Satoru."

Gojo sidles them up to the counter, letting Nanami lean on them as he kissed away what little tears were left on Nanami's face. "I love you so much, Kento. You work so hard." He smiles at him, his expression so tender and Nanami feels something in his chest. Something good. Gojo glances at the fallen cake, and swipes a bit of berries and icing onto his finger. He puts it into his mouth before Nanami can stop him.

Bright and sweet flavors burst onto his tongue, strawberries and cream being the perfect pairing. "Gojo! That's been on the floor! Its dirty, you could get sick!" He laughs him off, putting a stop to his protests with a kiss. "I'll be fine, Ken! Besides, I can just freshen myself up with a bit of RCT if that ever happens!" This time, he kisses him longer, deeper. He hopes it conveys how much he loves and adores this wonderful man. "You worked so hard, and so much. It's not for nothing. The cake is delicious, Ken. We can still eat it."

"Okay... okay. I suppose we can scrape off the parts that touched the floor. There's a bit of extra icing and berries left, I was meaning to make a bit of syrup if it wasn't sweet enough for you. We... We can save this, we can salvage this." A smile graces Kento's beautiful face. "Thank you, Satoru."

He nods in acknowledgement. "Well, I was actually thinking that we just turn the floor into a plate—heck, the whole world must be a giant plate for animals! Might as well see what the buzz is about, ya know?" And finally, a laugh. "Absolutely not, Satoru!"

There they were, two grown men eating cake off the floor—gojo intentionally looking like a rabid raccoon as he did so, and nanami still trying to find some dignity as he picked it off the floor with a fork. And it was perfect.

[livmightlive]

Skyward Sword thoughts but mostly shipping and some LU

Okay I’m having big thoughts after finishing Skyward sword and they’re mostly about the shipping (I know I’m disappointing myself rn 😭)… and it’s NAMELY… Groozelink. But we’ll get there. First. Analysis. (This is also gonna swing back around to LU, not yet but we’ll get there! In case anyone is confused over the Sun and Sky naming convention)

Skyward Sword is the first Zelda game I’ve played to actually make me kind of ship Zelink. I’m not a hater, cross my heart, but like, most times I just really really don’t ship Zelink. Either canon isn’t enough for me or just.. idk, it doesn’t appeal to me. Most Zelink ships just don’t do it for me.

But Skyward Sword… from the beginning they were basically an established relationship which somehow didn’t annoy me. I thought they were kind of cute, like first love teens. Sun sticks up for Sky. Nice. Cute. No flaws or annoyances.

But then… DRAMA happens and it feeds my soul. I was pretty content in the first acts embarking on this quest for Sky’s kinda girlfriend. She endeared herself to me enough for my heart to be in it. And then you actually see her a few times and she’s got her own quest going on and it’s like cool… how do I fit into this? There’s something bigger than the two of them going on now. (I also just really like how they showed that she had a lot going on. It’s nice to see her have autonomy)

BUT THEN… 👀👀👀 Sun awakens her identity as Hylia and full on admits that she was using Sky’s affection for her to embark him on this quest which raises a lot of questions. Like:

Is Sun’s affections real or were they fabricated by the Goddess? How much of this was Sun and how much of this was Hylia?

I don’t doubt that Sun does have affection for Sky but if it were me, I would be HAUNTED. If I were Sky I’d be replaying that conversation through my head again and again. Especially in the post credit scene where she starts talking about how she wants to stay and protect the triforce… like… is that YOU or HYLIA??? And then she asks Sky what he’s going to do and it’s like… does he even have a choice? This whole game was kind of leading to the fact that this is what he was made for. It’s his fate. Of COURSE he’s going to stay with her. But what I want to know is does he ever think about that??? Does he ever wonder if Sun loves him back?

And if I were Sun I would feel guilty, and holy shit she’s literally cursed, in my opinion, of all the memories and knowledge of the Goddess she once worshiped. And if she does like Sky I bet she would wonder if those are her true feelings or if they’re just convenient to keep everything in line. Or maybe she’s scared of hurting him again. One part of her dragged him purposefully into an extremely dangerous quest and now she’s pulling him into even more serious responsibilities… (if I were to character analyze ss!Link I really feel like he’s the type to be really content with letting others take the reins for stuff like this. His quest was really out of necessity. In my eyes)

From here on it’s my own kind of really dramatic fanfic-esque take on everything so if you’re not down me way over thinking and reading into things this might not be for you

Because Groose… 😭 I’ve been aware of Groose as concept and the Groozelink ship for a while now but I always thought of it as a crack ship until I played the game and… there’s a LOT more there than I ever expected there to be. why TF was he there for like most of the key moments??? Why did they become a trio??? Why were they exchanging GLANCES in those cutscenes????

But anyways, I think they’d get married really soon after getting to the surface. Kind of a shotgun wedding. They’re basically going to be the first monarchs of Hyrule (or at least I think that’s implied?) they’re at least going to probably be in positions of leadership building the kingdom of Hyrule. Getting married makes sense. They love each other. Right?… RIGHT?!?!? That has to be real!! Out of everything at least they still have each other????

I think Sun starts getting eaten up by guilt. She doesn’t know if Sky is happy. He’s a pillar of strength next to her but he’s changed… of course he is after what he went through but she knows that he’s upset. He’s having nightmares, he’s stressed. She thinks that maybe he’s feeling trapped… And maybe she’s what’s trapping him into this stressful lifestyle. That maybe there’s some mistrust.

I also think maybe she starts feeling discontent with being the goddess reincarnate. She’s still mortal, she doesn’t want to be perfect. It’s getting to her… so….

She turns her eyes on Groose. Groose who’s gotten so reliable. So kind. So… so FINE.

So maybe one night she leans in for the kiss and of course Groose is kind of horrified. He’s also confused because he loved her for so long but… she’s married!! To his best friend. But. He also knows that she’s been traumatized and traumatized people do weird things. So he turns her down, with surprising grace, and begs her to consider her husband. He decides he won’t tell Sky, because at the moment that feels like it would do more harm than good. He is worried about Sun’s mental health though… but before he can do anything about that…

Sky tries to pull the exact same thing 😭😭😭

so now poor Groose is trying to figure out what to do bc how do you tell a couple they’ve both tried to cheat on each other and how do you gently tell two traumatized people that maybe they need to pump the breaks on building an entire new country, relinquished care of the triforce for a little bit, and focus on actually healing from what happened to them???

But then Sky gets eaten by a portal and gets thrust into another quest but with 8 other Link’s just like him.

Sky eventually tells the chain that he’s married to the goddess incarnate. He’s kind of horrified in himself for making a pass at Groose, kind, reliable Groose…, so he goes full wife guy iykyk. So for months he’s like: *fists clenched* IlovemywifeIlovemywifeIlovemywife-

To where it’s like… part of his personality.

And then they finally do get to Sky’s era and… at first they’re just as lovey dovey as you’d expect from how Sky’s been talking… but then… maybe over dinner… (don’t ask me how this happens just let me write my shitty soap opera) Sky figures out that Sun made a pass at Groose. Maybe he finds a letter Groose was trying to draft or maybe Sun’s been trying to get the guy to stay over while Sky’s been gone…

And holy SHIT do they have the fight of the MILLENNIA. But it’s not just Sky going: “omg I can’t believe you tried to cheat on me” it’s “HE’S MINNNEEEEE!!!!” From both of them

And then there’s screaming, plate throwing, cussing. And then it’s just not about the attempted cheating but every single little thing they can nitpick. All of their dirty laundry out.

And the chain, who were trying to enjoy their nice dinner of pumpkin soup, are sitting in shocked silence the whole time just like: 😦😟🥲

Maybe a few of them are secretly relieve bc they’ve had some relationship issues BUT NOT LIKE THIS while others are scared this might be some sort of genetic Link curse.

The fight escalates when Sun pulls the harp off the wall. Sky treats her like she just picked up a loaded gun. Things look like they’re gonna get worse when they notice Groose standing in the doorway.

He’s so sad… he’s down trodden. He doesn’t want his best friends to fight like this… he’s going back to Skyloft for a while.

Sky and Sun promise each other to actually talk when Sky gets back home and when he does… they do. Because. They do love each other. They just hate feeling like pawns incapable of their own actions and fates…

And… they both really do like Groose. So they talk to him… apologize. And the rest… 😘 who knows lol.

They grow not only to love each other more authentically but respect each other in new ways too. They learn to live apart from each other but with each other as well… and. They do really love each other.

The end I’m tried I’m going to bed 😮‍💨 I hope somebody else had a similar thought process to me bc this game was genuinely kind of a mindfuck to me (but I loved it). But there’s SO much to unpack with Link in Zelda in Skyward Sword. Like, it had me going bonkers. If you liked this pls… pls talk to me. I NEED to talk about this with someone. This is a cry for help. Pls somebody talk to me about skyward sword it was insane

Edit: and omg what was going on with Zelda and Impa too??? Lowkey Good Luck Babe coded

[cloudluvrrr]

Hi :)

Im not sure if you write this type of stuff but i was wondering if you could write Dr Ratio x reader who always overworks herself to the point where it affects her health and never thinks she is good enough <3

a/n: heh.. you got me with this one.. i'll write it.... ratio rerun after a fucking year bro 💔anyways srry for going mia again trying to roll out requests, and improve my writing.. school fucking kills everyone creative man 😭😭

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Ruthless - The Marias (I lost the ticket master war 🥀)

--

"you're ill again" he notes seeing you bundled up in the sheets.

"..I don't know what your talking about"

"..." he gave in and sighed, "you know, stress causes illness.. you of all people should know that."

"I need to work you know that."

"yes but not so much, even I don't work like that you know."

"We need money"

"...Are you stupid?"

you huff turning away from him and cuddling further into the sheets.

"I'll find you some medicine alright, this is the last time.. idiot" he uttered under his breath.

That in fact was not the last time.

--

You met Ratio while doing research on a planet, and he felt oddly fascinated by you.

You two would collaborate, he would make remarks over working with someone of a lower rank than him. But would soon shut up when you actually found something of use.

He began to feel butterflies- he thought it was in fact a tape worm.

Further research found that he was "catching feelings".

He would look more into romance and found it interesting. He'd heard about it before but never really looked into it much.

"Would you like to.. do an observation on our relationship"

"excuse me"

"..A date I suppose."

--

He knew you overworked yourself, constantly finding new ideas and hypotheses. Constantly setting new standards, and he would quickly beat them. But when you did aid in a new discovery, he would quietly congratulate you. With words of affirmation or offering you a coffee, knowing you'll push yourself once more.

--

You'd feel isolated though, it was a cycle you'd make a discovery the guild would acknowledge it and move on. You felt a sense of emptiness as if not enough to earn anything.

Ratio helps but you still push yourself, while he admires it. He understands your always on the brink of exploding, which he doesn't want. Because he doesn't wanna clean up your intestines off the wall.

So he helps you often, bringing you information you need or references. Even staying in your office, bringing you to bed, bringing you meals. Also scolding you for working too hard.

--

He loves you and would love for you to stop working so hard, but he understands. So all he can really do is aide you.

--

"Once you stop being ill, we can take a vacation to penacony."

He said reading a book in a chair he'd pulled up for you to feel like lonely.

" I have to finish that investigation-"

"Absolutely not, I called the guild they approved both of our vacation time and it will be paid. Besides its not due for another two months, you'll live to see it be finished if you go on vacation."

You stay silent with a small smile on your face as you lay back down, looking up at the man.

"You love me"

"...Sometimes, other times your a pain in my ass."

--

srry this one is kinda short :P i've been focusing on my art and school (kinda) gonna try to post more guys trust ❤️

i updated my master list to include the hotties from amphorus idfk whats going on in the story but i think its interesting ❤️

[margoteve]

A suit for Kafka. Suit designed specifically for Kafka. Kafka's suit.

Summary: After the Meireki kaiju was defeated it was time to celebrate. But when alcohol flows people ask stupid questions and then try to test a theory.

Rating: T, very strong T

Warnings: Use of alcohol, people being drunk, Unsafe attempt on the use of katana and a gun, swearing, OSHA is crying.

Read on AO3

A/N: This is a crack idea. IDK man I'm very sleepy, this took me like 3 hours lol. I wonder if I should just stop writing lmao. Have fun! Reblogs and comments much appreciated, thank you

The Meireki Kaiju has been defeated. The destruction and deaths uncountable but they did it. Japan will need to rebuild and lift itself from the rubble but it survived. The celebration was huge.

As soon as the majority of kaiju carcass was removed and some rubble pushed off to the side and the heroes had time to recover parades were thrown. Everyone who had direct hand in the final battle were made to participate. That meant Captain Ashiro and Narumi, Vice-Captain Hoshina, Kikoru Shinomiya, Reno Ichikawa and most importantly - Kaiju no. 8.

Kafka didn't want to go. He still struggled with accepting the fact he would never be human again and still had troubles maintaining human form. Most important - he just didn't feel like he deserved as much attention as everyone wanted him to get.

"You deserve it, sir!" Reno argued.

They all gathered in Hoshina's and Narumi's hospital room to discuss the upcoming event.

"Yeah, you dum-dum, you were the one who punched through that core!" Kikoru reminded him.

"I don't know guys, it was everyone's effort, if it wasn't for all the troop members–" Kafka tried to defend himself but then got interrupted by Hoshina.

"It's not just a vanity project," he said. "The more you show up as a part of Defence Force, the harder it will be for the Brass to eliminate you."

"Late Director General Shinomiya believed in you," Mina added. "While Director Itami plans on honouring that I'm not sure if he would fight as hard for you if HQ changes their minds."

"They are trying to protect you with the power of public opinion!" Narumi threw in. He barely said anything until now, scrolling social media and at the same time testing the special glasses the R&D department made for him to offset the damage to his eyes. "You better strike that iron while it's hot. People are going nuts on SNS over you."

That was a hard argument to beat.

"Alright, I'll go." Kafka had no choice but to give in.

And so the parade was held as soon as everyone recovered. Afterwards the victors were invited to a party in their name. Kikoru was sulking because she was still not old enough to drink with everyone. It wasn't really a problem until later in the evening when all the adults were slowly going over the 'tipsy' stage.

Hoshina and number 10 were bickering (yes, the suit came with Hoshina as it wouldn't stop yapping to the techs and everyone decided to let the Vice-Captain babysit it), Mina was going off on karaoke machine with Shinonome singing 'Pink Pony Club'.

"Heeeeyy, Izumooooo," Kafka rolled over to Haruichi. "Can't you seriously talk to your folks and make me a better suit? Why is my release force a fucking 2%. I'm the strongest kaiju in all history man!"

"Didn't we have this conversation before? It's still skill issue!" Haruichi replied, trying to push Kafka's face away. Seriously, strongest kaiju in history was a light weight apparently.

"But what if it isn't?" Aoi suddenly spoke up. He had his usual stoic expression on but those who knew him could tell he was close to wasted.

Both men looked at him. "What do you mean?" Haruichi asked.

"What if because Kafka is a kaiju… he can't wear other kaiju?" Aoi said slowly.

His companions slowly processed his words and ended up still confused.

"That makes sense!" Hoshina suddenly spoke up, approaching the table.

"It does?" Kafka slurred out.

"If you think about it, you're the most powerful monster on Earth and you hide behind a disproportionately weaker kaiju turned into a suit," Okonogi joined him. "On some subconscious level your body must be rejecting it."

"Exactly that!" Hoshina nodded along.

"Huh." Kafka stared at his beer.

"I guess, if we could use something from your body… we could make you a fitting suit," Okonogi thought out loud.

The men exchanged a look. Immediately, Kafka had his kaiju arm on the table.

"Okay, just hold still, Hibino," Hoshina was already unsheathing his katana.

"Wait, whoa, hold on a second!!" Okonogi yelled.

"Cut it off!!" 10 yelled.

Haruichi and Aoi were on Kafka's side holding onto him just in case.

"Captain!" Okonogi called for Mina.

Captain Ashiro looked up from the next song selection and approached the group. "What's going on?"

"We're trying to get a sample of Kafka to see if we can make a suit for him and have his battle release force higher!" Hoshina explained.

"Oh, I see." Mina nodded in understanding.

Okonogi was about to sigh in relief to have someone take control of the officers but then Mina reached for her pistol. This time everyone jumped back.

"Captain?!"

"Whoa!"

"What?" Mina asked confused.

"We don't want Hibino to explode, Captain," Hoshina explained kindly, using 10's tail to take the gun away from her.

She sulked.

"Let's just get back to karaoke, Mina," Shinonome suggested gently dragging her away.

When she left everyone sighed with relief.

"Now, where were we?" Hoshina turned to the remaining officers. Everyone got into position again. "Suck it in, Hibino!" The blade reflected a spark of light as the Vice-Captain raised it up. "On three! One! Tw–"

Suddenly everything got covered in ice. "What the hell is going on, sir?!" Ichikawa appeared in the door way back from the toilet with Shinomiya behind him. "Are you all insane!?"

"Boo! Killjoy!" Iharu hollered, he was one of the few spared from the ice. Immediately, he got bonked in the head by one of Ichikawa's floating frost guns.

"I left for five minutes!" Reno scolded everyone.

"You tell him, Reno!" Kikoru joined in.

"This is so irresponsible! You have to first secure the limb before you cut it out so you don't bleed out!" The ice around people began to melt, while Reno encased Kafka's arm in ice. Appreciative chorus of 'ooohs' responded to him.

"Yea—, wait what?" Kikoru blinked confused. "WHAT?!"

Before she could give up a shadow loomed over her and then precise blows have been delivered to all by one and only Vice-Captain Hasegawa. Kikoru looked up at him. When did he—

Her eyes fell on Narumi who was holding his phone up, with a wide, shit-eating grin on his face. No doubt he recorded everything. He gave her a thumb-up.

She sighed. Adults were so stupid after alcohol. She swore she wouldn't be drinking any of it in the future. None.

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[hiding-in-the-vault]

Discount vault can we have discount cave au thoughts?

ok, discount story time

[tohruies]

ha! 💌 ! except that i’m doing uno reverse and sending one to you! (and especially since you’ve already written it once for me and i even printed it out!!!)

dear coco, so i know how you always want to bring even the tiniest smile to people’s faces! you are the sunshine that peeks from behind the clouds during the cloudy days ⛅️ but i’m smacking you affectionately because oftentimes in your selfship dynamics you mention that your dear beloveds soothe your heart after you give it away to everyone around on an open palm — and you should listen to that inner voice! ✨ treat yourself first, be a little selfish, make sure to feel comfortable before you comfort others ❤️‍🩹 let me tell you again — i am shaking you and telling you this because a happy and healthy coco guarantees even more happy people around her! 🥺 i love your prose, love your poetry that you sneak so elegantly in between sentences and paragraphs — it’s been a while since i’ve read anything from you and i understand that there are things that you must focus on first, but no matter the passing time, yours will always be one of the styles that inspired me the most in my writing journey on here! 🥹 your presence here has been influencing my life in the most positive way ever since becoming mooties with you! you always put so much thought into remembering everyone’s personalities, lives, preferences and stories! 🌸 but i wanted to make sure that you know how it also feels to be on the receiving side of love (though i know i’m not the only one adoring you so much and certainly there are so many others who would stand right beside you if you only needed a shoulder to lean on) 🩷

༼ﾉ ´༎ຶ ﹏ ༎ຶ༽ ﾉ *: ·ﾟ💌 when manu wears the biggest ever size of meanie pants ever... /silly

(i will acknowledge & respond to your own 💌 to me in the tags, if that's okay!! 🥺 oh my goodness 🥺🥺)

3 days later and i think i have finally collected myself enough to respond to this WAH... I AM SO SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING MANU! 🥺 i am uno reversing your uno reverse >:3 hehe, i remember that i wrote you one of these last year, in april!!!! it's always been a difficult month for me, so it made me really happy + meant the whole world to be able to write something for you and have you receive it with all the love in your heart 🥺 so much so that you even printed it out (i cried tears of joy last year when you told me that AODKJFAJ i am so sorry 🙈). i hope you don't mind that i give last year's message a sibling LOL, with what i am about to say to you now!!!! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ω⁄<⁄ ⁄) 

dearest manu mousie, manu the great, my manumimii!

where do i even begin with youuuu ;w; /pos!!!!! maybe i can start with how much i love (and also fear /lh, because you are truly so... omniscient lol!) how perceptive you are... the way you make people feel seen (exhibit a, the contents of this ask asdfghjkl) and look so deep into their hearts... i think you are incredibly excellent at analysing people and charaters /POS and i feel like this is very evident in your fics and character studies!!!!! it is due in large part to your introspection which is another thing i love about you :D and why i think i find a great deal of comfort in you 🥺 because i am always especially drawn to these kinds of people!! people who you don't need to wear a mask around because they will be able to see through you anyway... it's very soothing in a sense to know that you are like this 🥺💗 and it only inspires me to be more perceptive too!! i hope i can be as caring and kind as manu is some day, heheh (๑•̀ᴗ•́๑)  💗

which brings me to my next point—i love all the ways in which you are quietly kind and looking out for your friends—again, as evidenced by this ask, wah... BUT ALSO!!! in how you do other things for them! 🥺 little blurbs in their mailbox (i revisit that xiangli one you wrote me not so long ago) or even drawings!!! perhaps i don't ship with haitham anymore, but the doodle you gifted me last year has always been a widget on my phone :3 and it will continue to be!!! that was the very first time anyone had ever drawn me something just out of the goodness of their heart, let alone gifted me anything of the sort!!!! 🥺🥺 so it is something i hold really really close. it makes me smile SO BIG!! and kick my feet all excitedly to see you do that for your other friends here too HEHE—when i look at femi's pfp... vana's pinned... i am reminded of just how big and bursting with love that your heart is 🥺💗

i love how much you have grown on here over the past year. ⭐️ in terms of your writing—which has been such a pleasure to witness over time how you've grown into a style that is so distinctly manu!! 🥺🥺 because like! 🥺 i remember so distinctly a certain post you made last year about wanting to improve your writing and your vocabulary and finding your 'own writing voice' 🥺 look at you now!!! with your lush descriptions and rich prose and dynamic characterisation, IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!!!! AND PROUD!!! and i hope you too, are proud of yourself friend 🥹💖 even aside from your writing, i'm so glad that you have grown more comfortable here in sharing more personal posts about yourself hehe AND OF COURSE YOUR SELFSHIPS!!!!!!!!!! :3 i am also very glad about how you have lots and lots of friends on here now!!! that all love and cherish and uplift and reassure you in the way you deserve to be 🥺

i'm just really happy you are here with us, babie. i hope you won't take it the wrong way when i say this, but i really do believe that you are so much stronger, kinder, and easy to love than you think yourself to be! 🥺🥺 i hope that you can continue to work on being less hard on yourself, and i hope that all your friends here can help with that in any way you'll let us!! i hope you will continue to share more of your heart with us here and let us cradle it and soothe it when you need it. i hope your studies will treat you as kindly as they can, and that you will succeed in them :3 i hope you know that all you need to do is try your best!! you have a beautiful brain and a tender, loving heart—so i am sure in due time that all the good karma will be returned to you 🥺💗 making you a steaming cup of pink chai with a dollop of condensed milk in it, and gently rubbing your hands in mine to warm them up 🥰 we love you so much manu, not just for all that you do for us, but for just simply existing as you are, and letting us bask in the warm light you radiate 💖💖💖

[wisteria-whump]

i love when whumpees have nightmares that are so vivid and feel so long and real that when they wake up they can't help but just lay in their bed feeling the huge amounts of relief that none of it was real

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

NAH NO ABSOLUTELY NOT TELL MEEE TEEEELLLLL MEEEEEEE WHY I WAS PEACEFULLY SCROLLING TIKTOK AND I SEE ONE COMMENT SECTION FLOOODEEDDD WITH SHIT LIKE "astoria greengrass hate club lol" "astoria haters ⬇️⬇️⬇️" "I can't stand astoria" WHAAATTT WHAT THE FUUCCKK WHAT ARE YOU EVEN ACTUALLY FUCKING TALKING ABOUY WHTA THE VBGAGSJSLW I CANNOT EVEN COMPREHEND WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE ON ABOUT IM GONNA FUCKINGFHFHFJFUFKM WHAT DO YOU EVEN MEEAAANN SHUT THE FYCK UPP OH MY GOD WHAT WHAT DID SHE EVER DO?????

anywayz number one astoria greengrass defender love her so much I will skin your whole body with my teeth if you try and fuck with her that is MY GIRL <3<3<3

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

obsessed with their different reactions to being called starcrossed lovers