#little lore

[wentasch]

Imma ramble a little more about the highest ranks in the Harima clan.

I imagine that even though they have the biggest advantage and respect of the whole clan they also have the biggest stress on themselves to deliver.

Harima is a greedy and not easy to please man. You do what is asked of you? He’ll get bored of you. You do it faster than your normal speed? He won’t bother you at first. You do it faster and bring more than is asked of you he’s pleased.

So everybody in the clan is always working to please Harima’s never ending dissatisfaction and greed. Yet especially the highest ranks that Harima himself always has his eyes on are watched the most.

Saying this I also think that that the highest ranks missions are the most important and difficult to do yet that can also mean that in between these missions they can enjoy the fruits of being on top.

I image they have a very unhealthy circle of overworking themselves while nearly collapsing to having nothing to do between their missions.

Given Harima’s nature the highest ranks also are always on each other’s throat.

Of course, Harima pushes this family ideology on his clan yet at the end of the day he’s power hungry and nearly wants this rivalry to happen. (It amuses him sometimes even)

Though he never wants to see this badmouthing in front of him or the public because it wouldn’t be a good look for his clan and his name.

So there is a lot of fake kindness and tension between the high ranks. Especially the ones that specialize on overlapping topics.

Then again. There are always exceptions in life.

I imagine that Okane and Hone genuinely get along which is a rare sight to see in the clan.

They see each other as brothers and genuinely call each other that. Even if Hone sometimes sees Okane as an annoying older brother who always wants tos stuff with you (he doesn’t decline though xD)

This relationship works because there is no real rivalry between them. Okane is specialized in breaking the best deals for Harima while Hone is known to end whoever Harima wants to see gone. Both also have no real interest in the others jobs.

Yet their relation is anywhere near strong. They make fun of each other, are amused at rumors of each other and at the end of the day would kill each other if Harima’s ordered them to do so.

But even though on an event you would only find them standing together and it’s rumored that these two hide in one of their rooms to get drunk together (something I don’t see Highest ranks do too often because it makes you vurneable). They don’t want advantages from each other but only are there to enjoy each other’s company.

I think that the highest ranks are pretty lonely people because of their status they’re nearly untouchable to everybody lower then them and the one that share their untouchability are doomed to compete against them.

That’s it for now.

The universe and clan is by @sleepwalkersqueen’s fanfic Fear of You on Ao3.

Alsooo huge thank you and credits to @takami-flock for always listening to me and contributing to the clans dynamics and in general how the clan works.

[acaribeau]

Guys, the first Satan's call is hilarious 😂😂

He begun to remember the pages number and stopped using bookmarks bcs his brothers made him close the books, lose the page and that lead to an angry tantrum 😂😂

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[artistic-cocoon]

Saw someone on twt say they wanted to see Percy drawn like Yusuf Dikec and I couldn't help myself

[paperbagedhead]

What if we hyperfixated together? 😗 JK JK... unless- 😏

[inbabylontheywept]

the house i grew up in was a little bit of a fixer upper. for the first 19 years, my dad just sort of slowly fixed it, but pretty early on in college, he came into a large amount of cash and decided to just do the whole thing at once. so he rented a different house for like, 2 months that was just a block down from us, and then got a bunch of contractors to fix original house ASAP. it was kind of crazy, but it compressed many years of work into like, three months.

the sitting in a new house for three months was actually pretty fun. and i shouldnt really complain at all (staying at home while in college is a sweet deal)

but.

but. my parents are fairly hard of hearing, and their bedroom in the old house was in the furthest possible annex from everyone else. wheras in the rental it was just in the middle of the house. so without going into details, i was extremely aware that my parents were having sex like, eight times a day. my dad had just retired and i guess they were celebrating, which is great i guess, having parents that really like each other is way better than the alternative, but also, it did make me envy their deafness. i kept headphones on for so long that year i got literal ear calluses.

at the same time, the house my buddy from the shoe incident grew up in flooded. turbo flooded. they burst like, two pipes at once and the damage was so severe they had to redo all the flooring and all the drywall. his family actually had homeowners insurance, which is either incredible or suspicious for a family that used the drained pool in their backyard to store rusty scrap metal. so insurance was handling the work, but in the meantime, they were crammed into a very small hotel room space. we did the math on it then, it averaged about 80 square feet a person.

so one day i got home, and i was chilling, and then six rolled around, and apparently six o'clock was sex o'clock because my parents decided to flex their cardio. i grabbed my headphones and prayed that god would do for me what he did for beethoven, but that failed to work, and then seven rolled around and my parents were still at it, which again, very impressive, but was pushing me to swap out judas for mozart in those prayers. there's a definitive point where you stop praying to be deaf and instead pray that god could take you to a nice field and pop you like a gore-balloon.

i was about five minutes away from that point when my friend called me and basically said i have been stuck in a 500 square foot space with 6 people and i didn't have many marbles to start but what few i had are gone. please. if we are friends, if we were ever friends, take me out of here just for a moment.

and i was still pretty mad at him, but i had pity on the poor guy. also helped that i was desperate to leave the house. so i drove the chickenshitmobile to the hotel and i picked him up, and then we did our normal hangout activity, which was go to food city and buy produce. his normal house was, on a good day, nasty, and his backyard was, as i stated before, mostly used to store mosquito larvae and rusty metal, so what we'd always done before was just walk to the grocery store a half block away and leer at vegetables.

so we did that and it was like old times again. they had some radishes that were expired, so i could buy like, literally an entire grocery bag of them for about $5. so i did. i really like radishes. he got a coconut because he liked fruit and beating things with hammers.

which probably would've been great except we didn't have a hammer, so instead we spent about 30 minutes stomping itike it owed us money. when it finally cracked we cheered like we just got the winning touchball at the superdome and then he ate some of the flesh, and i ate some of the radishes, and we admired the black, starless sky of the city before i took him back to his hotel room.

and then we got pulled over.

i forgot to turn my lights on because the street all around the food city was ludicrously well lit. so it went from being pretty bright, to pretty bright and flashy, then i pulled into a parking lot and a cop came to ask us for IDs which is where everything went to shit:

i’d forgotten my license at home. 

the cop was was actually kind of chill about it - he said he could get by with just an address. except i did not know my address. i hadn't memorized the new one yet. so i told the cop, my house is getting remodeled, i don't know my address right now. and then he went to my friend, and my friend said the exact same thing. house getting remodeled, staying somewhere else, no address, sowwwwwwy.

now the cop genuinely didn't know what to do. he went back to his car, and i was stressed that i was about to get into HUGE trouble so i started eating the radishes and my buddy started eating more of his coconut, and we actually managed to eat like a quarter of both before the cop came back. we ate enough produce that he could smell something weird in the air, and he asked what the smell was, and i said radishes, and my buddy said coconut, and the cop said which, and then we produced a large bag of droopy radishes and an absolutely brutalized coconut, and the cop was just like

so my buddy tried explaining how he was sharing a 500 square foot apartment with 6 people and wanted a fruit he could fight with power tools, and i tried explaining how i'd actually tried buying my parents like, board games and puzzles and stuff but nothing worked - the only thing my parents seemed to like doing right now was each other, and we both went on long enough and pathetically enough that the cop eventually went:

ok. stop.

and we stopped.

and he said do you know why i pulled you over?

and i said, because of my headlights, and my friend (who is hispanic) and the cop both looked at me like like i was the dumbest person in the entire world. and then the cop said no. that's why i'm allowed to pull you over. i checked your car because this neighborhood has a terrible sex trafficking problem, and i pull over every car i can to make sure no one is buying or selling sex. and you two are obviously doing neither. now i could give you, like, four tickets right now, but that would do nothing to make this area safer, so just turn your lights on, go home, drive safe, and try to be less stupid in the future.

and i said okay but i was thinking, you know, damn, this is just how i live man, i don't have a hidden third gear i can shift into. people can't just get smarter because it would be convenient. it's always convenient to be smart. i am literally trying my best.

but i didn't say anything because i was, slowly, learning how to filter what i said. instead i nodded and the cop left then i dropped my buddy off, and the last thing he said was said he owed me for responding to his SOS. I said he owed me for a lot of things, and he agreed that was true. then i drove home with my lights on, 5 under the speed limit, and arrived to a peaceful quiet home. I could’ve wept with relief but instead I went to bed.

the relief was short lived. i was woken up at 6 am by my parents. i swore, and then i prayed, and when i did not explode, i swore again. then i got up to make breakfast before my first class.

[ditzybat]

tim drake is the type of guy to drop random lore then walk away.

tim: ugh i hate baseball, it’s like, when you have to play it in order to save a whole planet once, every game after seem boring

dick: that’s not…

tim: only downside to that was how we almost totaled barts brand new spaceship

dick: what spaceship??

—

tim: oh, hi mom

shiva: hello timothy, how are you? still keeping up with your training i take it?

bruce: mother? she’s not your —

shiva: let’s spar then timothy, let’s leave it strictly non lasting injuries, i don’t rather feel like dying by your hand again today

tim: of course!! ^-^

bruce: again?

—

tim: man i forgot to take my meds again

duke: your meds for what?

tim: i have no spleen, so i have to take probiotics, it really is manageable but i dont know where those pills went

duke: i’m almost scared to ask, tim, how did you lose your spleen?

tim: weird spider dude, it was a whole thing

—

tim: you talk a lot of shit for someone who got replaced as heir to your immortal grandfathers empire by me

damian: you what!?

tim: i regularly beat his ass at online chess every week too, and i don’t think you’ve seen him since he stole your corpse

—

tim: here

jason: what’s this?

tim: a box of all the photos i took when i obsessively stalked you for your entire tenure as robin

jason: thanks?

tim: you’re welcome, bye!

jason: … creepy ass kid…

—

steph: so how did you to get together?

bernard: well —

tim: i saved him from a getting cut open by chaos monster cult members

bernard: yep, i was rescued from being a vessel for a greek god, and we just really clicked afterwards

steph: well, it’s better than the brick

[beybuniki]

Pro Hero!Bakugo trying to socialize with IT!Deku but it somehow doesn't go as planned because ofc it wouldn't fuck his baka lifeeee (for @habken 's scammers to lovers au! )

[peaceandlove26]

infinite potentiality

[antirepurp]

top 10 most ominous tweets in recent memory

[somerandomwarriorsrewrite]

Cat's paw anatomy / Anatomia da pata dos gatos

English 🇺🇲

I will already it if anyone ask about it, but the cats in the rewrite have a more humanized paw/hand.

Since i want them to be able to make tools, build things and other things, i decided to change it, inspired by @fatal-rewrites-warriors 's anatomy(sorry for the tagging) and how the paws of the lions in Madagascar Franchise from Dreamworks works.

The majority of the paws would be something like this:

All cats have theses paws, even the cats outside the clans, but only clan cats actively uses their paws for something like two legs do, as theses things are learned from a young age for them, since it's good for them im various ways(like hunting, crafting, writing,...).

It's heavily discourage by kittypets to use them, because of the living situation with two legs, and being easier to not use them(of course, exceptions exist), consequently not learning how to use their hands.

Loners and rogues uses it for more survival related things than the clan's, so you wouldn't be commonly seeing a loner making paintings or writing, unless it somehow helps them with survival, since it's their top priority.

The paws can come being small, big, long, short, with one finger more or less, it depends on the cat, but it's always similar to this drawing depicted here.

Português 🇧🇷

Eu já vou dizer já caso alguém perguntar sobre, mas as patas dos gatos nessa reescrita tem uma pata/mão mais humanizada.

Já que eu quero que eles sejam capazes de fazer ferramentas, construir coisas e outras coisas, eu decidi mudar isso, inspirado pela anatomia de @/fatal-rewrites-warriors(desculpa pela menção) e como as patas dos leões da franquia de Madagascar da Dreamworks funcionam.

A maioria das patas seriam mais ou menos assim:

Todos os gatos tem essas patas, até gatos fora dos Clãs, mas apenas os gatos dos Clãs ativamente usam ela para algo como os duas pernas fazem, pois essas coisas são ensinadas desde pequenos para eles, já que é bom para eles em diversas maneiras(como caça, construção, escrita,...).

É bastante desencorajado por gatinhos de gente usarem suas patas, por causa da situação de viver com os duas pernas, e sendo mais fácil não usa-las(claro, existem exceções), consequentemente não aprendendo como usarem as mãos deles.

Solitários e renegados usam com coisas mais relacionadas a sobrevivência do que os Clãs, então você raramente vai ver um solitário pintando pinturas ou escrevendo, a não ser que de alguma forma ajude eles na sua sobrevivência, já que isso é a prioridade principal deles.

As patas podem vir sendo pequenas, grandes, longas, curtas, com um dedo à mais ou menos, isso depende do gato em si, mas é sempre agora similar à esse desenho demonstrado aqui.

[deadsetobsessions]

Damian Wayne was like a duckling. A violent, stab-happy, danger-prone duckling, yes, but a duckling all the same. Which means when Danny almost got stabbed by a sleepy, instinct driven Damian, he was able to wave it off with a laugh. Damian, on the other hand, stared in horror at the butter knife firmly lodged in Danny’s arm.

“PENNYWORTH!” Danny jerked back at Damian’s scream. “RICHARD! FATHER!”

God damn, the kid had a pair of lungs on him. Danny’s wince was interpreted as pain to Damian, who gently grabbed his injured arm and started to pull him towards the kitchen’s marble island.

Danny blinked, non plussed as his hearing picked up a thundering of feet as the present family members scrambled towards Damian’s distress call.

“Wait, Damian, I’m fine. It’s-”

“You have been impaled, you imbecile! Had it been any of the other simpletons, they would have-!”

“Ouch.” Danny put his other hand in mock hurt over his slow-beating heart. He literally doesn’t care about the butter knife. He’s just impressed there was enough force in there to impale him. “Are you calling me names now? After- gasp- stabbing me?”

Before Damian could reply, the beginnings of regret, remorse, and guilt on his face, Alfred, Dick, and Bruce burst into the kitchen.

“What happened?!”

“My word, master Danny!”

“What is it?!”

“I’m fine. It’s like a small stab. Not even a big stab. I’m good.”

Dick paled, seeing Danny’s arm clutched in Damian’s hand.

“That’s- that’s a knife. In your arm. How is that ‘fine’?!”

“What happened.” Bruce asked Damian, gently removing Danny’s arm from Damian’s death clutch.

“I- I did not mean to,” Damian starts, guilt coloring his voice.

“He didn’t,” Danny cuts in. “I startled him and got stabbed for being dumb. I won’t fault him for having a defense mechanism like that, ancient knows what I might do if you guys startled me.”

The awkward silence that settled at his words made Danny twitch awkwardly.

“Uh, so, can I add this knife to my collection? Even if I didn’t get mugged?”

“Danny.”

“Bruce.” Danny stared stubbornly back. With his uninsured hand, he patted Damian on the head. He was going to enjoy the fluffiness before Damian’s guilt was no longer enough to hold him back from snapping at Danny’s hand like a grumpy alligator. Bruce loses, obviously. He’s a teenager who was also an ex-vigilante. Batman’s got nothing on a determined halfa.

“Master Danny, I must insist you refrain from getting stabbed. There is only so much gauze and antiseptic cream in the house.” Alfred returned- huh, when did he leave?- with a med kit.

Danny called bullshit because he knows there’s a whole ass medical bay beneath the manor.

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” Alfred said, promptly beginning the extraction of the butter knife.

“Are you okay?” Dick asked, hovering worriedly. “He- are you…?”

Damian was allowing Danny to ruffle his hair, so…

“Yep, I’m good. This isn’t even on my top thirty most painful stabbings,” and it really wasn’t. That honor was given to the GIW and that one time Jazz accidentally stabbed him with her earrings. “That was pretty impressive, actually. It’s like, a butter knife. The other ones had pointy ends.”

“Do not clump me with those pathetic wastes of spaces. I am naturally superior and would… would never harm you on purpose.” Damian said, getting quiet at the end like he was trying to plead to Danny to believe him.

“Of course not. But- if you want help me keep the knife, you can hit me with a mug, it would technically be a mugging.”

The pun got the desired effect. Damian leaned away with a disgruntled look and Dick stopped hovering as close in order to let out a small cackle.

“Done.”

“You should go get changed, kiddo. We’re going to see Tim’s photography at the Gotham Gallery today.”

“Oh, for real?” Danny patted Damian’s fluffy hair one last time, pushing away from the counter. “Oh, I’ll clean up here first and-”

“That will not be necessary,” Alfred scolded, a mop somehow already in his hands. “Please see to it you are prepared for the day.”

“Thanks, Alfred. Can I keep the knife.”

“Very well.”

“Sweet. See you guys later?” Danny pranced off after seeing the nods.

——

“He’s… he got stabbed a lot. Before us, I mean.” Dick tapped a furious rhythm onto the counter. “Not that we’ve stabbed him until now but even once is concerning for a civilian.”

“He was used to it.” Bruce replied.

“Perhaps we should join Todd in his endeavor and ensure that his worthless tormentors are permanently out of the picture.”

“God, he said top thirty. He was counting.”

Damian silently withdrew a kitchen knife.

“No murder with my quality chef’s knives, Master Damian.”

“Tt.”

“Master Jason follows the same rules. Now, out of the kitchen. I may be old, but I remember the last time master Bruce and master Dick stepped foot in here and I will not have a repeat.”

[glassclownz]

My predictions for Bill’s parents

[puppetmaster13u]

You know what I need more of? The Batkids completely fucking with the Justice League and their rogues and coming up with stories for their existence.

Like I am talking about the creation of demigods sort of stories, like Loki sort of stories.

Duke has convinced all of Gotham that he's the Bat Signal brought to life and that's why he's never seen at night and why the signal literally doesn't work during the day. He's waiting giddily for the story to spread outside of the city.

The batkids have convinced half the League that Nightwing is quite literally Batman's lovechild with Justice. Hey, Constantine had a one night stand with the manifestation of a city and they've dealt with gods before, so surely it's not that surprising? Right???

I need more of the Batkids being little shits, of Alfred the-greatest-enabler Pennyworth backing them up and Bat(the-biggest-troll)man to never confirm the stories, but he doesn't deny them either.

[beyhr]

bringing the apple jam to market 🍎

[drenched-in-sunlight]

i love the DLC man