#it would be so cool to see him animated again

[blueberrymilkcookie]

kye's shmilk trailer Nooticing compilation

The Keys

if you've seen the leaks from a while back, we already know that one of the stage assets for shadow milk's update is a room with an extremely big key hole dead center of it. here in the trailer we can see more key imagery! in the first shot, we see the white pillars have a keyhole, and the gold ones have a key shape on the bottom of them. when we finally see the depiction of past-sm, his staff has a key shape on the bottom!!!!! also in the bottom right, you can also see a pillar that seems to be a key as well. (edit: ALSO THE KEYHOLE ON HIS CHEST idk why i forgot to mention that)

as for what this could mean, i mean my best guess is that they key symbolizes unlocking more knowledge, as we know from the 4th anni description that shadow milk was very curious and tried to learn everything there was to learn. the fact that it's a key also gives us a sense of mystery and secrecy although, and may tie into unlocking hidden/forbidden knowledge?

different soul jam design

so this is most definitely a different design from what we saw in both the beast-yeast trailer even past-sm's staff in the image above. i'm not entirely sure why this is, but i'm just gonna throw out another idea.

if the soul jam physically change upon the user's emotional state/will (dark cacao's soul jam turning white when he became apathetic in ep. 4) then it's possible that past-sm's soul jam changed into this very obviously darker and corrupted form once he began to embrace deceit. this could be wrong though and it's just a cool visual thing for the trailer *shrug*

Pondering His Orb

so this is very obviously pure vanilla (same skin tone and his chin is being covered with the same fabric) but why the hell is he pondering his orb rn. and why is he in a shady ass cloak and watching himself go to the spire of knowledge ?? is this like him in the future or... idk. WE'LL SEE I GUESS cuz idk what to make of this

interesting thing to add, past-sm is holding an orb. they're both orb ponderers

(this makes me think he might have had the ability to prophesize the future with a crystal ball or some shit. we already know he likes tarot cards so... Btw i already had this idea so devsis needs to pay me again.)

Let's play a homoerotic game of chess

board game time! not sure if it means anything, but shadow milk is initially holding a bishop, uses it to attack a pawn, and then picks up the king piece and uses it to attack pure vanilla cookie. the pawns on the white team are pv's friends... so he's calling them fodder basically

(also, side note: he changed the queen piece to what looks like a jester. is he calling himself a queen? LMAO)

WELCOME TO THE MINDFUCK!!!

multiple things to be talking about right here!! 1) when shadow milk seems to be gaining control over pure vanilla, pure vanilla's third eye/star marking melts

2) interestingly, as he does this, shadow milk doing his little cool animation also melts into pure vanilla. this could be a way to show him getting inside of pv's head i think. btw i drew this already like 11 months ago so. Devsis pay me.

"It's time to accept the truth you like so much! You, you are merely following in my footsteps. Oh, but it's inevitable. In the end, you will become me!"

3) extremely interesting of them to show past-sm, then show pv looking into the reflection of seemingly his own future corruption (btw it's the same silhouette as the pv costume from the livestream). we all already know what this means guys!! we're going to see the cycle that both shadow milk and dark enchantress went through happening to pure vanilla as well!!!! yippie!!!!!!!!

FUCKING BLUEBERRY YOGURT ACADEMY FINALLY MAKES AN APPEARANCE

EVERYONEEE WOULD YA LOOK AT THAT. WHO IS THAT? THE FIRST HEADMASTER. NOW. this doesnt confirm that shadow milk is the first headmaster BUT now we know that there is canonically a very real connection between him and the first headmaster!!!!

oh yea theres also this weird fucking sun/moon thing

ok what we can currently piece together about shadow milk's lore

"You know, I've always dreamt of a beautiful world of perfect chaos, where lies and truths can't be told apart!"

this isn't gonna be a deep analysis bc we don't know anything yet, BUT, from what i can gather, shadow milk cookie was a very curious god who was always in the pursuit of more knowledge. we know now that CANONICALLY he has ties to the blueberry yogurt academy, and at some point (if not from the very start) began to use the forbidden dark moon magic.

based on the 4th anni description alone, we can see that the or one catalyst for his corruption was the fact that... people were just stupid, and listened to him no matter if he was telling the truth or not (i assume it's deeper than that, but this is all we know rn). after learning this, he began to spread lies, using his knowledge to sow chaos and confusion.

also WHY ARE ALL THREE OF HIS DESIGNS FUCKING DIFFERENT

DEVSISTERRRSSSSSSSSSSSSS

[wormwoodartemisia]

[I needed a wee funny bit and this came to my mind. No real context.][Don't get irritated by the title. There’s only this one part so far]

TF 141 have retired after a mission almost gone too wrong. Together, they now run a farm for holiday guests in a rural part of Scotland. Everyone has found new responsibilities and even their families appreciate this new life.

TF141 (shortest appearance: Price); main focus is on Soap - which is Ghost's fault, somehow...; afab!Reader (who's good at cooking) with relatively short appearance; no other specific description; no use of y/n

Warning: no smut (but maybe something that would count as implied reference to smut?); mentioning of food; no animal was harmed

(About 5.5k words)

(All dividers by firefly-graphics)

(Excerpts from a journey to happiness)

Funny Farm Life

Episode 5:

"Watercress down"

Soap has already been collecting some herbs, edible flowers and watercress in his willow basket by the small stream that's running along close to the main farmhouse building for a while when he decides to take a wee break.

Placing his basket in the grass and getting out of his boots, he picks a nice place to sit by the lazy waters and allow his feet to take an invigorating dip. Leaning back on his elbows, he enjoys the calm chattering of the creek, breathes the fresh air, smiling, and can’t but feel happy about his decision to let his life take this direction. With closed eyes, he bathes in the shy rays of the introvert Scottish sun above him. He could fall asleep like that easily, but there are still some tasks at hand. So after some beautiful minutes, he collects his thoughts and prepares to get up again.

Suddenly he sees it. That small green bit on the foot he had dangling in the stream mere seconds ago. Just above his right toe. A tiny frog staring up at him with a look somewhere between annoyance and admiration.

Soap smiles down at it, carefully lowering his foot again towards the water, but this only has the frog climb up his leg with careful, reluctant steps, making its point. It doesn't want to get wet.

So the Scotsman slowly lifts his leg to place it into the lush grass, his eyes always on the small creature as not to hurt it. Just that the frog keeps resting on him... Soap starts turning his leg to the left, to the right, to no avail. All the animal does is retreating back towards his toes. He leans on his elbows again, lifting his foot high into the air, but the frog remains unphased. Sees no need to jump off and flee...

Then Soap bends his knee and draws it close to menacingly stare at the living green spot. The frog stares back. Can frogs grin? The man rolls onto his left side, stretching his muscular body to its full length, placing his right foot close to a rock. Maybe stone is more to its liking than cool water and high grass? No, it’s not...

"Whit dae yi'll want fae me?", he asks, but the frog only tries to provoke him with a croak, a small, high-pitched sound.

"A'richt, challenge accepted."

With some more rolling, he is on his left knee, hands propped onto the ground, right leg still in the air. Might be that he’s now looking like some male dog marking their territory, but this is not important at the moment. Nobody around anyway. So what?

He's stretching his body again to reach a low bush with his frogged foot, tenderly touching some soft leaves. However, the animal doesn't move. Making itself smaller, cowering on the human skin, its sole reaction. No, wait! It's moving! Yes! Soap can see it reach the tip of his toe - and disappear on the underside of his foot... With a mildly frustrated growl, the Scotsman turns back to sit down in the grass again, taking his foot in hand, carefully turning it towards his face to eye the intruder of his personal sphere.

"Ah will git ye."

Cautiously he reaches out his left hand, trying to invite the frog onto it when suddenly the animal hops away. Short-term relief only. It's on his left lower leg now... Second try. With both his hands formed like cups, Soap does his best to catch the animal in between - just to make it jump again, higher up his thigh, landing onto his knee.

"Dinnae jump up ony higher, ye wee de'il!", he threatens in a low whisper, grinning, although he's perfectly aware that this cheeky beast better not find its way under his kilt.

Slowly the Scotsman gets up, his kilt pressed tightly to his body, and bends his knee back and forth. This leaves the frog totally unimpressed. How come is it sae pernicketie tae git it aff me? The warmth of his skin, maybe... Then Soap feels the little creature move again - with tentative steps into the direction of his popliteal fossa. When he, in order to get a better look, bows down his upper body towards his knees, he suddenly freezes mid-motion.

On his right shin, there's a second frog, wearing a darker shade of muddy green!

"Need tae ca' yer siblings fur support?"

Keeping his kilt secured, he runs his hand through his mohawk thoughtfully.

Tis back tae hee-haw fur me...

Keeping his left leg outstretched so he wouldn't squeeze the one frog in the hollow of his knee, he sits down again, already playing with the thought to simply let the frogs stay where they are. While walking through nature, why shouldn't he walk with nature at the same time?

There's a third frog. Light-green. On his left toe. Maybe this one would behave differently. Perhaps the darker one as well...

Soap starts lifting his legs again, slowly waving them in the mild, friendly air. The frogs stroll to the back of his legs. The first frog jumps off him.

"That's it. 'ere we gang."

So does the third.

"Guid laddie. Or lassie. Or baith."

Then a fourth one lands on him. Or is it the first one, a second time?

Maybe he should try laying back once more, on his stomach perhaps? Perform some more energetic variations of movements? Should thae meddlesome critters settle onto his clothes, he could try to carefully dress down and shake them out tenderly...

Meanwhile, Ghost is staring through the open kitchen window, his freshly brewed tea in hand, watching Soap by the creek. He is more than just mildly fascinated by the fact that the kilt - despite the vast majority of elaborated exercises - has never ridden up any higher than the middle of the Scotsman's thigh. Maybe an ability every Scottish boy was born with...

He takes another sip and since Johnny doesn't seem to be willing to end his excessive stretching in slow motion any time soon, Ghost takes out his smartphone and starts filming this idyllic summoning of all yoga deities.

It's this moment that Kyle enters the kitchen as well, following Ghost's direction of view while preparing a mug of coffee for himself, joining the other man at the counter in front of the window. For some time both men are watching Soap in silence. But Kyle is curious.

"What's our Highland fling doing over there?"

Ghost lets out a non-committal noise and his answer doesn't even sound half a question. "Honouring the national animal?"

Kyle takes a thoughtful sip, then nods slowly. "Sounds 'bout right." Another moment of comfortable silence. Then: "For how long's he been doing this?" - "Past 20 minutes or so." - "Huh. What you think. How long will he keep going?"

Never only for a second does Ghost put down his phone but goes on filming. Johnny's movements are hypnotising. "Forever, perhaps... 's got a course at 0300, though." - "That Nature Walk something, right?" Ghost hums an unspecific grunt as answer.

"If need be", Kyle offers, "I could take over. I'll be at the meeting point. Either Soap shows up or not." - "Cheers, mate."

Soap's next exertion has both men simultanously tilt their head to the left for almost 90 degrees. Kyle's brows couldn't go up any higher. "How does he manage to-" - "No bloody clue."

When Soap enters the kitchen later with his basket fully loaded of green delicacies and his mohawk an attractive, ruffled mess, Ghost looks up from his laptop. The Scotsman is mumbling some incomprehensible Gaelic tirades before he finally notices Ghost at the table. "We really need tae pay attention tae those clingy frogs. They be like glued tae one's skin, ye ken?"

Ghost doesn't even blink. "Sure, Johnny."

But the other man has already grabbed a box of crackers plus cottage cheese and is on his way out again. Most likely to meet his Nature Walk group. At least Ghost hopes so. Then he goes back to work on his own project once more.

The dining table is fully set when Soap comes to join Ghost and Kyle, who had both taken the responsibility for preparing dinner tonight. The Scotsman looks slightly puzzled, blinks and lets himself fall onto the next chair, fully ignoring all the tasty food laid out before him. "Fer some people, th' guid land air seems tae be too much, ah s'ppose."

Ghost and Kyle look at each other.

Soap leans forward, placing his arm along the edge of the table. He seems about ready to let the two others in on some secret.

"The sisters from Birmingham, ye ken, Mallory and Valerie? Was on my way tae bring the rest of my greens, those ah didn’t need on our Nature Walk, intae the cold storage, but Mallory and Valerie came out of nowhere and wouldnae let me enter. Going like 'We had no clue, ye should hae said something. Sign us up!' Ah told them tae just show up tomorrow fer the next Walk, just like they actually did yesterday as well, but they were 'Nah, yer yoga lessons!' Meanwhile Adeline and her daughters had arrived as well, together with the twins from Stratford. Na idea where they a' suddenly came from... Wanted tae know if they had tae wear skirts or if this was up tae themselves tae decide. Nora started a discussion about mini or maxi skirts, the advantages and disadvantages of flowing or heavier materials -"

Ghost taps a few times onto the display of his smartphone before wordlessly showing the screen for Kyle to take a look -

at the homepage for their farm. At the headline plus a video showing Soap's waterside exercises. Kyle's eyes go wide and he has to press a hand over his mouth as not to laugh out loud.

'Kilted Me - Rural Countryside Yoga-Experience'

Both men are staring at the screen now, at Ghost's muted video (where the Scotsman's skin is glistening in the mild rays of light, the colour of his tanned skin the perfect contrast to all the shades of green framing him, highlighting him as the one attraction to stare at, Mother Nature's gift to those who want to see, his movements flowing with the motion of the lush grass beneath him) and at the significant amount of likes and comments below the video clip constantly going up.

Kyle whispers "Damn good quality, mate. Looks professional even. The way you cut it too." while Johnny keeps wondering, lost in his memories, gesticulating with one hand.

"- before Lucy asked no-one in particular, although it was me she looked dead in the eyes, if anyone minded her doing sports without bra. Tha was the moment Dana asked whether it would be ok tae keep at least a tank top on or whether tha would limit the full experience the countryside could offer. And Valerie wanted tae know whether ah would still feel comfortable at all with dressed ladies around in this intimate situation we would share -"

Kyle leans closer to Ghost: "When did he take off his shirt?" - "Not long after you'd left."

"- like overcoming dictations of society and liberating yer inner goddess or some such... So when Paula asked fer the specific schedule - because it was nowhere tae be found as all of them claimed - ah told them nothin has been scheduled yet, tha we were workin on the issue, though ah have na idea what's goin on - but tha was the only way tae get rid of them..."

He blinks twice before leaning his chin into the palm of his hand, looking, somehow utterly lost, at Ghost and Kyle alike, as if they might be willing to offer an answer he knew they couldn't give...

"Well," Kyle tries a start, at the same time with Ghost: "Johnny."

That's all they can manage.

On passing, John Price sticks his head into the kitchen. "Simon, the missus would like to have a word with you before dinner. Regarding marketing strategies and video placements, I think. I didn’t know you were into that. Better not keep her waiting."

The door to her office is open so Ghost enters without knocking. She doesn't look up from her papers but there's something about her that tells him she's aware of his presence. Her finally lifting her head is his invitation to sit down opposite her, her huge desk only creating a distance between two people who would not be close to each other.

"For how long has this been on?"

No introduction at all. No need between the two of them. He knows the question is rhetorical.

She goes on. "Not even two hours. But there's quite a resonance. Have you got any idea what you've done?"

Sure he has. Dramatically underestimated the way people are willing to go unhinged in the seemingly impersonal spheres of the internet - or when being directly confronted with Johnny's barely covered body...

"Miscalculated Johnny's appeal."

She's grinning now as her eyes land back on the huge screen of her computer. Then her eyebrows draw together and she brings her face closer to what can be seen there right now. "Absolutely... Incredible...how his hair is shining in the sunlight... I really need to ask him about his shampoo... "

Bloody hell. I should have known. Should have posted it in the group chat only...

"Have you read the comments, Simon?"

"Not all of them yet."

"No problem. I've just listed some of my favourites. Of course the gifs are frozen on paper, but you'll get it." She hands him a printed page.

HannaSmith86: "Your Kilted Me can come over and revitalise my Wilted Me!🚿🚿🚿"

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cherryfalls: "Some utterly handsome piece of Scotland!🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🦄"

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DannyBoy: "Be brave, my heart... 💗💓💝"

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MaggieMac:

"This better not awaken anything in me! 😳🤯😏"

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butt'a'cup69: "could need some good stretching too🥴"

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ananymous: "how i would let this scottish unicorn #€%* me with his #€%* before #€%* him #€%*

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Judyssister: "Would love to see his more rural parts💋"

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MoanaLisa: "➡️shortygo: most important question: the english riding coat or raw? 🥵😻😽😈

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WellKnownAnonymous: "oh praise the highlands but don't forget his lowlands"

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anonymous: "mmmmmoist 🥵💦"

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ham'n'eggs: "Never thought I was a nature guy, but..."

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greenlady: "Cernunnos, where are your antlers?"

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jingleprincess: "The way you move your body is just so...so...

(gif by retardell)"

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Knittin'Kittin78: "... nothing more attractive than a man being one with nature..."

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sophisticatedlullaby: "Oh, foraging for ages..."

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LuMarsh05: "Where can i book the course? Here i come! 🤤😏"

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Some comments are new to him. Will it be necessary to delete the more explicit ones? he wonders briefly on shoving the sheet of paper back to her.

"Harmless fun. As quick as people are about to write stuff, they'll forget about it too. Nothing that should have any negative impact on our business. Quite the opposite. We need to show Soap. Might boost his ego."

"Oh, I'm not worried about Soap's ego. And you're right about these commenters. However, those are the ones that will spread the news, link us and make your video known even long after their original post. Soap would have enough to do if each of these posts reached only two potential guests.

And then there are those comments that would imply some actual interest in coming to us."

She has already prepared a second page that lands in front of him.

PeggyShawŒ: "is this private lessons or would i have to share kilted me 😉"

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wormwoodartemisia: "👍Where can I sign up?!"

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ShortyGo: "Timetable? Availability? Pricelist?"

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kellylarson7/2000: "OMG!!!! I've just booked my stay!!!!"

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Yogafreak1999: "Is there a list to sign in for the course? I couldn't find one... 😔"

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BerlinerYogarolle: "Does it have to be a kilt or would a skirt do?"

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GreenWanderer: "Can we book the course as a group?"

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underamoonlitsky: "Hey! This looks so peaceful and relaxing. Is prior knowledge necessary for participation at your yoga course?"

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1KnowingMeKnowingYou1: "How interesting! What positive effects do the exercises have on the body?"

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alexnichollspublicrelationsmanagement: "Hello, dear 141-Farmers! Sorry if I overlooked that info but I couldn't find anything: What exactly would be the schedule? One hour on several days, several hours on one day or even intense seminars for a weekend or even for one whole week? I'm very interested in a weekend course or a week for a group of about 25. Have a nice day"

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RachelWalsh: "Same question as PeggyShawŒ! Also: is it mixed groups?"

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DamianBlack: "Is the yoga experience included in all the bookings? There is no schedule/price list shown on your page!"

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cookieslover: "He's real, isn't he? If I book a stay, he'll be there, right?"

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MasonJar: "Do I have to book a stay or can the yoga seminar be attended separately?"

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Diana118: "The yoga experience would not be cancelled in case it rained, would it? I would definitely yoga with him in the rain! Whether group or one-to-one lessons doesn't matter. (I would prefer one-to-one!)"

He looks up at her. A statement: "You haven't told the old man."

"That's correct. Not before clarifying with you, of course. What would I fuss about to him? Especially with you supporting me the way you do."

"The way I do being what?" He knows what she has in mind, but he needs her to say it.

She leans back in her office chair, a smug smile on her lips as she purses them at the same time, lifting one eyebrow. "You know it, Simon."

"Use your words, love. That's always been the deal with me."

"Convince Soap to host your 'Kilted Me'-yoga course. You might not have had anything like this in mind, but there's a lot of money to make with."

For some time, they're staring at each other in silence. He could probably talk Johnny into this idea, but would Johnny really enjoy such lessons or merely do Simon a favour? He'd find out and take the responsibility in case Soap would dislike the idea. This joke was on him.

"What if MacTavish prefers to keep his sporty side to himself?"

"Choices have consequences, honey. The 'Kilted' is part of the title. If it's not Soap, then I'll put you in a kilt and have you show your sporty side."

"I'm almost tempted to let you try that, sweet'eart."

"Who said anything about trying?"

With a wicked grin he lets her believe that she might have won. "The people went crazy about Johnny's charme. Not me to compete with that."

"Don't underestimate the attraction that comes with a pair of strong, nice, long legs and a kilt, handsome."

"Nothing too appealing about some pale bloke who probably couldn't stop a kilt from riding up over his hips."

"Then you should be very careful, Simon. A traditional Scotsman doesn't wear anything beneath his squared piece of cloth - but neither does a ghost, eh?"

He slowly tilts his head so that the gesture almost looks like a bow that would not reach the rest of his body.

If it wasn't for the dark gleam in his burning eyes, she would dare to believe he gave in to her.

Then he's on his way out.

She calls after him. "Great camera work, by the way."

"Could just as well have been Garrick's video, you know?" - "Nah. Kyle's camera would have caught Soap differently - including more nature to the rural experience instead of adding more of Johnny's nature to the countryside."

She might have a point...

When Ghost returns to their dining table, you have already set the hot, steaming pie everybody loves so much in the middle of the table and taken a seat between Soap and Gaz. Though you are paying attention to what Soap is telling you, you can’t help but notice the quick look Simon and Kyle exchange. It feels as if they've just had a whole, unspoken conversation within one heartbeat.

"...wis pure surprised, fur a've ne'er seen any frogs aroond afore, especially nae four at th' identical time climbing me. Hae ye?"

You and Kyle shake your head in unison.

Then Kyle, seemingly holding back a laugh, turns to Ghost: "Soap has just informed us about a wild bunch of frogs making the area unsafe for those getting too close to the creek. Any experiences or thoughts of yours to share, Simon?"

"About croak and dagger agents? Well, seeing Johnny in their territory might have let them jump to the wrong conclusions... Maybe they thought he'd like to play some Hop-Scotch."

"Gey funny. Easy tae say fur ye! Ye dinnae ken whit ah hud tae dae tae git rid o' thaim! Ye hae na idea!"

"I'm in the picture, Johnny, believe me." While fetching his smartphone out of his pocket, he mumbles "Everybody is." before handing it to Soap, the screen showing again the latest add-on to their homepage.

From the very moment Soap catches sight of the title, he falls very silent.

With each passing second during which the Scotsman is watching into what his droll frog encounter has been transformed, you can see how all the strange pieces of his conversation with their guests fall into place. Each tiny progress of understanding is written on his face.

It's a clip of six minutes. Underlaid with not only the soft sound of a happily flowing creek, but also with a solemn, instrumental piece of a yearning bagpipe, accompanying its compatriot as if the two of them were made for each other.

For Simon, it's six minutes of growing, palpable noiselessness - which have started a dizzy ringing in his head after the first minute -because Soap refuses to say anything.

Then, as soon as he's through, he goes back to different moments, lifts the screen closer to his eyes, zooms in now and then, reading as well. Still keeping mum.

It's nerve-wrecking. Right now, Ghost would rather be... targeted by a sniper, maybe? Well, actually, that is exactly what's going to happen...

He cannot disappoint Johnny...

Finally. Finally looking up, Soap decides to address his former superior.

""Oh, to be countryside under this man and all around…"?! Christ. This is serious, Simon. Filming me wi'oot mah consent 'n' putting it oan th' homepage wi'oot asking allowed…"

Johnny is right. There’s a sudden pain in Simon's stomach that comes with the realisation of the impact his joke? prank? whatsoever actually has. How did this fuckin stupid idea of putting the clip on their page even come to his mind? It's true that Soap has already posted a variety of fitness videos but of course that doesn't mean he could decide over the Scotsman's head... There must be something about retirement and the permanent close private proximity with his former teammates that actually fucks up his brains... or maybe he could blame the Scotsman's shampoo? Anyway, he will have to find a way to make it up to his friend...

"Listen, Johnny, I'm sorry. I'll take the video off and make sure it'll disappear-"

Soap doesn't blink. His tone is distinctively serious. "That wilnae dae." Suddenly, his stern expression is taken over by a bright, wolfish grin. "This bloody video looks pure dead brilliant. So muckle better than a' the ones ah took o' myself! Ye can even see they frogs if ye take a really close keek! However, choices hae consequences, LT." Second time within 30min to get to hear this... "From noo on, ye will take on tae filming me whenever ah'm feelin th' need. Ahh, ye'r sae guid at this. Should hae kent earlier."

If he notices, then Soap doesn't comment on the sheer relief springing to life in the gaze Simon has fixed on Johnny.

"Plus: ah wasn't aware that doing gymnastics in a kilt would add sic pure tough dynamics tae every exercise... We'll hae tae explore this further."

Doesn't sound too much like a punishment for now...

"Additionally, just for the records: Ah think mah freish shampoo does mak' a difference."

You watched the video together with Soap and followed Soap an Simon's talk afterwards without getting involved, just like Kyle. Now you are checking the clip again as well as the comments on your own smartphone.

"He's right. You can actually see something on his leg here. Look!", you remark and show Kyle while Johnny and Simon go on discussing the way the video is designed. Kyle nodds. "True. Though I doubt that anyone else would notice without being told." Then his eyes land on the amount of comments - a drastical increase since Ghost last showed him. This post is definitely the most successful one on the homepage - by far.

"I've got the feeling that this might have some relevant consequences for our business," Kyle whispers to you. On his own smartphone, he's just checked the stats regarding the bookings - only to find that their number has been going up proportionally to the comments and likes on Soap's yoga clip.

You're impressed with the chart he's showing you. "We should really celebrate this. What do you think? A nice, cosy private dinner party? All of you've been working so much. You could need that," you point out.

"Lovely idea. Definitely have to get some dishes that match the occasion." - "Yes, it needs to be typically Soap... Something classically Scottish." Both of you start thinking.

"Not to forget the frogs," Kyle states and a wide, satisfied grin appears on his face. "I remember your fantastic Cock-a-leekie soup. Now what about some Frog-a-creekie? Maybe based on some smoked fish and a pistou made of watercress? Added on top, this would remind of a green frog." You love his idea and don't have any doubt that he'll support you with figuring out how to best combine all possible ingredients. You flash him a bright smile. The two of you share the same enthusiasm when it comes to forming ideas and trying them out. He's a main reason why it's so easy for you to feel home here. You feel that you are cherished. He simply makes you feel part of the family. As if it was the easiest thing to do...

How come these folks always manage to move you so much? It is overwhelming and you're not sure you'll ever get used to this. You swallow.

"Sounds great," you tell him. "I'll prepare a list later."

The distraction is welcome: Now Simon's voice catches your interest so that your attention shifts to him.

"-comments are surprisingly explicit. I guess some of them will stay in my mind."

You feel the need to share your personal best of. "Yes, it’s hard to believe what messages people leave on the homepage of a holistic, traditional farm that's open for guests and families. Let me quote AnneWarburton: 'I must never be allowed to frolic around this guy near the creek. He'd make me make the water wetter!' I mean, is this her actual name?"

Because you feel comfortable with each other, all of you can have a relaxed laugh in the cosy atmosphere.

Ghost's video has created an interesting topic of conversation with the reactions of the commenters.

Despite the smug grins Soap can’t help on reading some of the more forward comments, there's one post that stands out. Though this one could probably be understood as corny by some people. However, it reaches deeper into his soul, because it touches a place there that extends far beyond the reference to sheer physical attraction.

Nicneven 🌐💧🌬: "This personification, this pure embodiment of all forces of nature… Such sensuality… The fresh breathing green, the golden light shattering into diamonds on his skin, the creek praising their bond in countless tears of joy… This unity of nature and man. This is life."

It fuels his energies. He's already read it thrice - but he won't tell the others. Will name a different post. Lets the others tell their choices first.

Gaz is next. "The 'Wilted Me' clearly left an impression. But all I really have to know is 'mmmmoist'."

Soap looks at Ghost expectantly. Of course he gets the hint. "S'ppose," Simon points at the specific post, "'the English riding coat' is my favourite so far. Reduced to essential, basic needs. With historical awareness to a significant degree of situational irony. Unambigously pointing out their clear preference. It's almost poetic in its own bluntness."

Impressive.

Now all eyes are on him for a moment. Silence.

Then Johnny pats Ghost's shoulder compassionately. "Ah kin cop it too."

"English, MacTavish."

"Sorry, sir. Let me remind you: We're in bonnie scotland noo."

"Much better here than I assumed, I have to admit," Simon's voice has got a soft undertone you wouldn't hear too often.

All of you are so much more comfortable than you ever expected to be, given all the circumstances. You take in the three men who share so much more memories than you'll ever know - but who are also willing to make new ones, together with you as well. This is a gift you traesure. So do they.

"Would also love to hear what the frogs got to say to our nature boy...", Kyle wonders.

"Ach, ah can tell. Loves me dearly, every single one. But 'course they wilnae leave any comments. We're neighbours - they'd be recognisable far tae easily!"

"So many fans, right?", you tease playfully.

"Aye! Just th' missus might be a bawherr pure upset, eh, Simon? Bet she's got bonny muckle work at hands noo cheers tae you."

Ghost purses his lips. "Think she's a real fan of yours too, Johnny. 's got a printed list of her favourite comments. Two pages so far."

"Sure. She adores me! Tough lassie. Will mak' ye pay", Soap points at the video, "for yer moment o' weakness, ah bet."

Moment of clarity...

Simon grimaces in mock distress.

"Totally obsessed with that yoga-idea, she is, and will have the lessons held - one way or the other."

The Scotsman eyes him with interest. "Maybe ye'r just th' richt man fer that. Could dae ye some guid tae get connected wi' th' scots land, emotionally 'n' physically. Sweet, rich grass is th' softest mat fer yer skin."

"You like lolling in the grass, Johnny? Then why not make a course out of it yourself?"

"That micht suit ye. Ye juist wantae pull yer ain heid oot o' th' noose. At least hae th' decency tae ask me properly."

Simon exhales deeply, grabs a cherry tomato and drops to his knee, offering the amazed Scotsman the small red fruit as if his life depended on it: "Johnny, will you do me the honour of hosting the 'Kilted Me"-yoga lessons?"

Must be the tomato that seals the deal. His friend accepts. "Aye, ah will. Juist a bawherr wiggle wi' mah bahookie? Ah can dae that."

You laugh in amusement. "You think that's all yoga is about? There's more to it than just wiggling your bum!"

"Thir's aye mair tae it whin ah wiggle wi' mah bahookie, bonnie!" The way he raises his eyebrows can only be described as lascivious. The way he chews his cherry tomato too...

You sigh exaggeratedly, faux-scolding: "That's exactly what I fear... Soon this farm will have a reputation for 'adult sports' only..."

He waves it off with a grin. "Dogs that bark dinnae bite. None o' they frivolous commenters will actually caw up 'ere. 'n' if thay dae, we'll be able tae deal wi' it.

Ah bet they'd be less clingy than my handful o' frogs. Speaking if frogs. We should call the course by its name. Tha would be 'Frog Gymnastics', more correctly." Soap winks at you, grabs a big slice of your pie and turns to go to take the phone call he mentioned during breakfast.

Kyle shouts after him, grinning: "You can’t guarantee the frogs! Additionally, 'Frog Gymnastics' would definitely sell worse than 'Rural Countryside Yoga Experience'!"

Sitting back on his chair, Ghost shrugs. "I guess, as long as our bonnie lad hosts the course together with his kilt, the deal could probably even be 'Welcome to the wetland! Meet the Leech'."

[burningcheese-merchant]

Thoughts on the latest trailer of CRK aka "Shadow stop you're embarrassing yourself-"

Shippy answer:

Non-shippy answer:

I actually really enjoy the aesthetics of the Spire of Truth and of the Beast-Yeast chapter as whole. Might just be my brain turning off when I see the colors though lol (blue is my favorite color)

Gonna provide a controversial factoid about myself: I did not like Shadow Milk's voice when I first heard it all the way back when. It grated on my fucking nerves. But he sounds way better now for some reason (might still put the Japanese audio back on though tbh. I never cared for the English voice cast outside of a handful of characters and only turned English on for Burning Spice because godDAMN. Plus a lot of characters share voices with anime characters I love. Pitaya is Uzui Tengen/the Sound Hashira from Demon Slayer, for example)

Idk why anyone is getting their hopes up about Devsis changing the story formula up in any meaningful way lol. They most certainly will not. They said they would change things for Ovenbreak and then never did so (fuck the way Story Mode is now, fuck them for leaving it like that). You all need to start expecting less from them because they care about money (which they have been hemhorraging for ages now. They are unironically in massive debt rn. You know why Shadow is here? Because people will pay to unlock him and max him out lol) first and foremost, not the story or anything else. It's why the writing is so mediocre half the time lol

Guess everyone feels vindicated about the theorized connection between Shadow and the magic academy, huh? Haha

Did big bro have a fucking beard in that one portrait? Gandalf looking ass

Ngl I really loved that "dark" look Pure Vanilla had in that one shot. Whether that's his "corrupted" form or something else entirely, I'm not sure, but he looks cool and I hope we can have it as a skin regardless

Candy Apple is adorable, no idea what purpose she'll serve though

Hope Shadow is Magic like I predicted 1000 years ago

Not really happy White Lily and the Gingerbrave gang are there. Kind of hope they get sidelined. The latter especially. I know they're the "main" characters but they just drag down every scene they're in imo, I really do not care about them at all

Not looking forward to arena meta getting trashed again. I hate this shit so much

Seething @ Burning Spice not getting a countdown while Mystic Redditor and Walmart Bill Cipher do

Last two points don't really pertain to the trailer but uhhhhhhhhhh insert excuse here

[morgsdrew]

last night, we planned a ball / you never showed up at all / i feel a brand new heartache coming on.

(brand new heartache by the everly brothers) — notes: baby talk + i took advantage of conner mun’s hiatus to make angst soooo not my fault /j

Morgan sat on the wooden porch of the Kent farmhouse, watching some people walk by, listening to the animals in the barn, or the chirping from the birds that flew by. She held her phone tightly as her leg bounced in anticipation.

She subconsciously traced shapes on her belly as if it was a way for her to calm her nerves as she stared straight ahead— hoping to see Conner’s truck come to view down the gravel driveway.

She had been in Smallville for weeks now. And it had been the most peace she’d been at ever since she was thirteen. Until today though.

It was 1:15 pm. The second trimester ultrasound appointment is at 2 pm. But she had been waiting outside since after lunch. She was never patient. But for him she was willing to be. ( Or is this just the fear of losing someone again? )

Swiping her phone open, checking at the messages. Or the lack thereof. Last message was her reminding him of her second ultrasound appointment— and her first appointment in Kansas— but it was left on delivered.

“Come on, pretty boy,” she grumbled. She looked away from her phone for a moment then looked back, like that would somehow, magically make Conner text her back.

She heard the door open behind her, Morgan wrapped Conner’s flannel— one she definitely didn’t steal this time— around her more as she glanced through her shoulder to see Martha peeking out.

“You should get inside, honey, it’s getting chilly out there,” she said softly.

Morgan didn’t reply immediately. She had a feeling— or at least Chat has a feeling— that Martha knew where Conner was. But of course, she didn’t ask. She didn’t push. It was up to them to tell her anyway. She was just thankful for how nice Martha and Jonathan were to her.

“It’s okay, I’ll wait a little longer here,” Morgan whispered.

You’re being stupid Mags— no, she is learning to wait. This is good— he is gonna stand her up— did he not do that before?-- Oh like when he didn’t attend her ballet reci— GUYS! Let’s not—

“At least put on another jacket,” Conner’s mother said, handing Morgan her own thick jacket. Morgan took it without a protest and slipped it on. “He’ll come, dear.”

She noticed the hesitation in Martha’s voice.

When Martha returned back inside, Morgan whispered, “I hope he does.”

By 1:45 pm, Morgan stood up, feeling stupid. She couldn’t wait any longer.

When will she learn that believing promises would just leave her heartbroken? She went back inside and asked Martha for directions to the clinic, rejecting the old woman’s offer to drive her there.

You need to learn how to accept help— I did. But it ended up with me being stood up, Morgan shot back to the taunting voices in her head. Morgan was never the type to hope, really. But she thought… with how good Conner was to her, he’d be different. “You knew better,” she chided herself.

Morgan told herself that she was disappointed and angry because Smallville is new to her and she doesn’t— she wasn’t so sure where to go and she relied too much on Conner to guide her. Not because Conner had left her alone to deal with this despite saying he’d be there.

***

It's not that Morgan hates hospitals. But ever since she woke up from her deep sleep in a white, sterile, and somber room with the strong smell of alcohol, she had been uneasy in spaces like these. And last time she was in a clinic, she at least had Jacyn with her. Jacyn will never stood you up— omg move on– just saying— and Conner would nev— okay, GUYS quiet!--

Now she’s alone as she laid there, shivering at the cool gel on her belly under the bright fluorescent lights. The voices quiet down when the technician showed her child through the screen. He was already bigger than she last saw him.

Her heart swelled. Morgan thinks he’s beautiful and she loves him already.

“—its a boy! Congratulations!” Morgan heard the doctor say when she tuned back in. Tears pricked her eyes, not sure if it was because this was feeling more real and real or because she couldn’t help but think how alone— with no hand to hold onto this time— she was in this moment despite how beautiful it was.

And she already knew the gender long ago— Our fault— our bad— whoopsie!— woaaaaah look!— and she was looking forward to seeing his reaction instead. She tried blinked the tears away before they could fall, she had gone through so much and this isn’t something she should cry about. But a stray tear managed to escape— tears of joy, she decided to call it instead.

It was over quickly, Morgan found herself standing by the exit of the clinic, staring at the sonogram in her hands with trembling hands, in a call with her Harley and Ivy who was back in Gotham.

She doesn’t need anyone and she was stupid for being terrified of going on her own when she knew she was capable of handling this. She had always handled things on her own. And maybe she shouldn’t be angry with him. This isn’t his responsibility to prioritise.

He still should've said a heads up— maybe he’s out being a SUPER— girl wha—

Morgan just hoped Conner had a good explanation as she stepped out of the clinic, heart heavy.

tag list: @vicenovirtues @thelivingbed @raphyo @loudmakercollective @conner-kent-central

[2-eeillustration]

Some WIPs of a project I'm calling What if Waspinator but in Earthspark

[good-wine-and-cheese]

Science- Ashbury Heights

My magnum opus of Tenma amvs

[returntodreamland]

Revolution Flame (well kinda like revolution flame ignore how its lacking 2 more)

[mandalora]

Stolen from amidonexor, no one asked me either

[picklesthenonbeanary]

New headcannon just got airdropped into my thoughts. The song Hurts like hell but with click clack and it takes place during a depression episode at some point after thespius ascended but he hasn’t yet and is still dealing with the mental burden that is his friend/partner ascending and how his time is finite and all that sort of mental stuff that comes with your best friend/partner (and crush) now being immortal and them not knowing the certainties of it and if they’re relationship will ever be that same again for better or for worse.

This would honestly be such a cool animation but like I can’t animate for the life of me or have the time too with my break ending soon sadly

[good-beanswrites]

Fuuta x Kotoko?

Waah I hope the fact that this ran a little long makes up for the lateness -- I really love the idea and was so excited to get the request!! They'd be so interesting and affect each other so much...... it makes me crazy...... It becomes canon divergent at the end because I genuinely think being in each others' company more would influence them both

Kotoko was nothing if not observant. Over the years, she’d found herself in – and gotten herself out of – enough situations to get a good read on the people she interacted with. No matter what this world threw her way, she could always rely on those abilities. And from the moment she met Milgram’s third prisoner, those abilities told her he was nothing but trouble. 

“Oi,” he’d called across the dining table during the first meal they all had shared. “What did you do to get here?”

From the moment she woke up in this strange place, Kotoko had kept to herself. It’s dangerous to charge forward and introduce oneself to a group of mysterious murderers when there are no locks on the doors. She hadn’t spoken a word to anyone, the others smart enough to heed her intense look and stay away. 

Fuuta, on the other hand, was the first to speak directly to her. He stared impatiently.

“Well?”

She noted his directness. His volume. The brashness and vulgarity she’d heard earlier in the day. His motivations and values he’d let slip in his early defenses. His anger and his fear. The suspicion in his gaze, as well as the need for reassurance in his voice. In that moment, the information clicked together in her mind, and Kotoko realized two things:

Kajiyama Fuuta was a lot like her, in the obvious ways.

Kajiyama Fuuta was nothing like her, in the ways that really mattered.

“The same reason as everyone else, I suppose,” she said carefully. He may have revealed his whole hand, but from experience she knew better than to do the same.

A lot of her experiences returned to her as the trial went on. She went through the motions of coaxing secrets out of quiet men, or playing along with cheery girls’ games to uncover what she was looking for. She remembered how it felt on stakeouts as she kept her eye on the warden’s door, and recalled the thrill of negotiation when she had a moment alone with them. And unfortunately, she recognized the immediate sensation of being tailed. She was used to shaking an unwanted follower out on the streets, but it was difficult to do the same when the only places to go consisted of three rooms and a corridor. 

No matter how inconspicuous Fuuta thought he was being, Kotoko got a glimpse of that bright hair retreating around corners just behind her. She could feel his eyes boring into her back, always conveniently whipping away by the time she turned to look. The only thing that seemed to affect his permanently blaring volume was when she was speaking nearby – unlike a real stalker who would tactfully pretend not to be listening in, Fuuta would use the opportunity to jump into all her conversations.

Kotoko was in the middle of her morning stretches when she became aware of his presence lurking around the doorway. After several weeks of the behavior, she’d had quite enough. Kotoko knew that if you can’t shake a tail, there’s only one other option. 

She stepped out of her cell, swiftly reaching for Fuuta’s collar. With a handful of his uniform, she shoved him back against the cell bars. For someone that had creeped on all her daily exercise routines, he seemed awfully shocked at how strong she was.

“Stop following me.” She kept her voice low and even. “I don’t know what you want from me, nor do I care. I will –”

“I don’t want anything from you!” 

He raised his voice in an attempt to sound tough, but only succeeded in coming off desperate. He tried to weasel out of her grasp to no avail. She’d had practice intimidating guys three times her height – it was almost too easy now that she had an inch or so on Fuuta. 

“Don’t give me that oblivious crap. Every day. Every single day, you –”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! You’re the one who acting fucking crazy!”

Even after knowing it was in vain, he kept squirming under her harsh look. His eyes flicked frantically around the room, only able to take in her stone cold expression for a brief moment at a time. He kept shouting his own defenses, his cheeks growing more red by the second.

This time, the information gathered took a bit longer to fall into place. One of her conclusions was something Kotoko was very used to. The other was something she’d never quite experienced before. For the first time in long career of poker faces, she visibly started upon realizing two things:

Kajiyama Fuuta was downright terrified of her.

Kajiyama Fuuta was hopelessly attracted to her.

She hurriedly released him, jerking herself away. “Just… stay out of my way.”  

“I was never in your way!” He shouted after her, his voice still shaking.

She should have stuck to her own demand and kept her distance; she was already aware of how much trouble this prisoner was capable of. But she took pride in her abilities to gather information of interest. And god, was Fuuta interesting. 

Between his constantly running mouth and his never running filter, he was always keeping her on her toes. She’d never met anyone who pressed her for answers like that – Fuuta was never satisfied with the explanations that could placate everyone else. He was always questioning, always pushing back. Though his talk could be as shallow as the older prisoners' melancholy musings, or the children’s gossipy chatter, it was different when he and Kotoko really went at it in a debate.

Fuuta talked shamelessly about society, about the other prisoners, and about her. The others kept their distance from someone as quietly calculating as her, but Fuuta would pour out his thoughts right to her face. He had her back when she was trying to prove a point to the others, but was too stubborn to compromise on any of own opinions when they conflicted. It was refreshing. 

And that was all it was, she would remind herself. The man would be insufferable if he was ever under the impression that she so much as tolerated his company. For everyone’s sake, he should remain completely unaware.

Awareness, however, was the very thing Kotoko prided herself in. She picked up on exactly what the warden was trying to communicate by granting her innocence. She was aware of the opportunities that arose with their disappearance. She noted the best time to fulfill her duties to them. She knew the optimal order to attack each prisoner in, to guarantee success.

It was due to her beloved observation skills that she found herself in cell 003 in the middle of the night. It didn’t matter how many training sessions Fuuta had spectated, or how many she’d invited him to join – he wasn’t as perceptive as she. He couldn’t predict or counter a single one of her movements. It only took a few moments for her to have him pinned on the ground.

“Y-you were serious?” Fuuta managed, even as her weight made it difficult for him to breathe. 

She’d confided in him about her deal with the warden, one late night long before verdicts were announced. She didn’t know what had driven her to do it. It had been a rare lapse in her judgment. The current situation only confirmed why she should never reveal more information than necessary. Why she should get closer to someone than necessary. 

“I am always serious.”

“Kotoko…”

She knew all of Fuuta’s typical arguments and excuses, and she had a rebuttal for each. She wound her arm back, her brass knuckles reflecting in the dim panopticon light. 

“...J-just… do it fast.”

Kotoko’s arm wavered. 

“What?”

“I’m not a fucking idiot. Even before that brat called you innocent, I knew that y-you were the one in the right. I used to think that you and I were the same, but I know that was all a lie. You were always the real hero. M-more than anyone else in this shithole. So…” Fuuta closed his eyes, squeezing tears from them. “Make it quicker than you did for that asshole, will ya?” 

Kotoko gripped her fight tighter. It was trembling. 

Fuuta’s eyes remained shut in fear. In trust. His breathing was erratic as he pretended not to be crying or struggling from the pressure on his lungs. He grit his teeth, preparing himself for what was to come. Kotoko prepared herself as well. 

Releasing a cry, she swung forward. The moment before her brass knuckles clashed with the floor, just to the left of Fuuta’s face, Kotoko realized one thing:

Kajiyama Fuuta was indeed nothing but trouble.

[astralhope]

Seeing Astral destroying rocks and making islands appear has to be one of my favourite things ever.

He can do all of that. Every battle in this universe is fought with cards' duels, but he also can do that.

[kakusu-shipping]

Wait actually while we're talking about Koro-Sensei's self inserts I wanna take a moment to go back to one of my favorite Koro-Sensei and I co-op S/Is that I've been thinking about recently for Someone I Think is Cool is putting the media on my Dashboard reasons; Soul Eater.

I only ever really watched the anime like maybe two times and neither was recent, but I always thought it was weird how BIG the Meister Academy was, and yet we only actively met like. Two teachers? One of whom was the Headmaster. So Koro-Sensei and I decided to fill in some Teacher Rolls!

He's the Weapon (a combat knife) and I'm the Meister, and we both have very unique (probably non-canon complaint) quirks. I'm a Meister who eats souls like a Weapon, he's a Weapon and a Witch's soul fused together, which has a lot of strange effects, one of which giving him the ability to split into multiple weapons at once, up to 8 to be exact, though they get a little weaker the more he is at a time.

Also, because he's a witch, there's a rumor that taking his soul would count to the Witch's soul required for graduation. Because of this, many of the students have tried their hand at killing him. Of course they've all failed so far. He thinks it's fun and welcomes the challenge, so long as no one disturbs classes to take a swing at him.

My S/I is not very expressive and usually has his eyes covered. Apparently a lot of the kids find him creepy due to how rarely he talks and the way he just stares off into space. Truthfully, he's just kind of a space cadet, he's trailed off in thought in the middle of his lectures multiple times. His natural smile is a very rare sight, and incredibly freaky.

Mostly the two of them exist because Koro and I both like the world of Soul Eater, but weren't interested enough in anyone to build off of them for S/Is... So we built off eachother!

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 5!!!

[ladyimaginarium]

i swear to g-d im& not even the jealous type but jfc i HAAAAAAATE this feeling when im& just lowkey like. who's :)))))) this :))))) bitch 👀👀👀👀🔪🔪🔪🔪 :))))))

[kkeke99]

Enough time has passed now, so I can finally say with certainty that the only good MLs of the Jewelpet Series are Akira Nanase and Retsu Akagi 👍🏻

[arolesbianism]

Every now and then I remember that oni in fact will eventually have more lore added and I get so excited and scared for a moment and then I remember that it could take months until we see any of that and I proceed to forget abt it again and the cycle repeats