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Which Toxic Yaoi is the best
Sequel to the toxic yuri poll. I deeply apologise if some of these are not toxic, i went off of the propaganda
Propaganda under the cut!
BbKaz (Big Boss/Kazuhira Miller)
they have multitudes.. you can ship it as something goofy and fluffy or as the most toxic yaoi of all time and theyre both pretty reasonable interpretations. they go on a date together and have sex in a cardboard box on a beach in canon and a bunch of other crazy shit. their relationship spans 20 years so they span from honeymooning to divorced to one trying to kill the other etc. "love loses" the ship they make me insane
Flash/Reverse Flash
"It was ME Barry, I jerked you off at supersonic speeds so it would seem like you nutted at just a woman's touch!"
Possibly the most toxic yaoi of all time
SuzaLuLu (Kururugi Suzaku/Lelouch Lamperougue)
TOXIC YAOI TOXIC YAOI
SaruMi (Saruhiko Fushimi/Misaki Yata)
Toxic yaoi, obsessive boy joins a gang with his best friend but then his best friend makes other friends in the gang so he joins up with an enemy gang instead. Normal behavior.
Valvert (Jean Valjean/Javert)
Theyâre so obsessed with each other (especially javert to valjean) itâs like half of the plot. Pinnacle of toxic old man yaoi. Produces the funniest plot point in the show: Valjean (escaped convict in disguise as a mayor and businessman) saves someone by lifting a cart he was trapped under and Javert (cop trying to catch Valjean) goes âDamn girl⊠you remind me of this guyâŠ. Heâs the only guy Iâve ever seen whoâs as swole and jacked as youâ
Lawlight (Light/L)
"L and Light are the founding fathers of toxic yaoi" is what people WANT you to believe but these poor men are being slandered... You see it's ackshually totally heterosexual to give your bestie (who's also your mortal enemy) a foot massage while he he makes soft little grunting noises and wipes the water droplets from your rain-soaked hair all while a soft melancholic piano track is accompanying this surprisingly tender moment between the two of you- IF it's a religious callback to Jesus and Judas. It's just a Bible reference bro. No homo. đ€â
Anyhow don't google the Japanese version of "Playing his Game" (which is called "Inside of him" in Japanese) from the Death Note Musical. I assure you there is absolutely nothing gay about those lyrics.
Wdym people love shipping two mortal enemies with an unhealthy obsessive murderous rivaly??? What is the world coming to... Besides Light is clearly heterosexual. His lack of interest in women is because he's a based sigma male obviously...
and additional reason here but this one is a spoiler
Foot washing scene. The musical. God, they're so obsessed with each other. When L dies Light loses his main drive, his passion- being Kira isn't fun anymore without L, he isn't having a good time even though he won their battle of wits. Light being L's first friend. L being... really, the first person to understand Light. Theyre insane I love them
#bbkaz#reverse flash#suzalulu#sarumi#valvert#lawlight#poll#polls#tournament poll#anime#video games#theatre#dc#comics
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based loosely around this song from mÄneskin - enjoy lovies!
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âAND THE WINNER IS⊠CORRODED COFFIN!â
Steve Harrington canât help but holler as the band is announced, his hand being squeezed tightly by Robin Buckley- who lets out her own squeal that could pierce a personâs ears. The two roommates clink their champagne glasses together, hearing their cellphones buzz from wherever they had set them for the moment.
âFuck, just- shit Iâm not supposed to curse up here, huh?â Eddieâs voice is low as he stood on the stage, surrounded by the entire band. The expletives are mainly blipped out for the television version; but Steve couldnât help but laugh as the audience laughed in real time.
âHeâs such a doofus,â Robin fondly teased, eyes bright as she crowded Steve closer. Steve let his eyes dart down to watch Robin curl her legs up under herself, as she dips herself to rest against Steveâs side.
Gareth, Jeff, and Grant all look fondly towards Eddieâ all with different varying stages of just pure exasperation written across their faces.
âAnyway-â Eddie drags the word out, holding up his spare hand as the other cradles the award to his hip. The crowd simmers and Eddie shook his head for a second, before dropping his hand to curl back around the microphone. âWe thank everyone for this, thisâll be our fourth year in the making of winning this thing, and thatâs not a thing we take for granted.â
Gareth stepped up next, and Eddie stepped away with a fond smile on his face. Steve couldnât help but furrow his brow as both he and Robin leaned forward. That hadnât been the start of the speech that Eddie had read him just a few days prior over FaceTime.
âDingus? Whatâs going on?â Robin asked softly, her nails digging tiny half moons into the palm of Steveâs hand.
âI have no fucking idea, Robs-â
âWe have so many people to thank, but we want to focus specifically on the people who helped make this happen.â Garethâs voice is soft, and Steve knows in the back of his mind that this clip will inevitably make it onto one of the TikToks that Robin insisted (forced) he watch.
âWe, however, want to really extend a thank you to our record label.â Jeff spoke up next, his eyes almost glinting as he took his space in front of the microphone.
âSupersonic Records has been a ride to work with and weâre thankful for the opportunity.â Grant droned, voice monotone as he bent his head to speak into the microphone.
He then stepped back, and Eddie was back in the place at the microphone. The rest of the band flanked him, with Grant easily pulling the award out of his hands.
âWhich⊠is why we fucking quit.â Eddie has the microphone in his hands, and Steve let out a small punched out noise at the firmness that is bleeding heavy over Eddieâs words. âFuck our contract, fuck you Supersonic Records.â
âIf I canât be with my boyfriend in front of this fucking world, there isnât a point anymore.â Their isnât time to bleep out Eddieâs curse word, and Eddie bares his teeth as he holds the microphone close to his lips. âYeah, thatâs right folks- not only do I have a boyfriend, Supersonic wanted to hide it from all of you.â
âAnd weâre done being their pawns,â Gareth is grinning as he leaned into Eddieâs space, and both Jeff and Grant let out loud whoops as the audience cheers loudly along.
Eddie leers then, all teeth and gums as he stared straight into the camera. Steve felt something sink and burn low in his gut, even as Robin let out a squeal from right next to him.
Eddie has the microphone pressed against his lips, and Steve swore if he was any closer- static would be the only thing that came over the amplifiers. His brown doe-eyes are rimmed in a careful swipe of black liner, and he drops his left lid into a quick wink.
The camera zoomed in, just as Eddie made sure to point right toward it.
âSteve Harrington, I bought a plane ticket⊠and I am coming home to fuck the shit out of you.â
The show manages to bleep the swear in time.
Somewhere deeper in the apartment Steve and Robin are in, he can hear their phones go crazier.
Steve canât find it in himself to be annoyed either.
#angeldreamsoffanfic#steddie#steddie ficlet#steddie fanfic#rockstar!eddie munson#platonic stobin#corroded coffin#they end up trending on twitter after this#steve has a twitter but doesnât really understand how to use it#eddie posts two photos on twitter a day later when fans demand updates#the first: eddie and steve hugging in the airport#the second: a mirror photo showing off how scratched up his back is#steve has eddie show him how to retweet it#twitter breaks
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Iâm gonna be honest I didnât realize the new 52 messed with Kon that much till I read your post and now I canât get over the potential. Iâm a Tim/Kon girly at heart so I would devour anything you write exploring the 52 vs typical Kon. Also Time being in a clone sandwich is đ.
the new-52 messed Kon up SO bad it's ridiculous. like, to the point i would personally argue he's a completely unrelated character to pre-Flashpoint/Rebirth Kon. his personality, his suit, his origin, all different. the only real similarities are the name and powerset. and even New-52!Kon's powers are slightly different from pre-Flashpoint!Kon. New-52!Kon is a clone of a future version of Jon Lane Kent, cloned by N.O.W.H.E.R.E. to provide genetic material to Jon Lane Kent, whose body was not handling being half human/half Kryptonian well, it was a whole thing. New-52!Kon is also where we get the infamous "Kon-El means 'abomination of the house of El' and Kara basically named him a slur in Kryptonian culture" tidbit, because that is the only time that's canon. (originally Kon-El was a name gifted by Clark to accept Kon as his family way back in the 90s) he also never went by Conner Kent. New-52!Kon just straight up didn't have any real human identity or connections, outside of being very close to Tim and some Titans.
the very TLDR of Kon's history is: during post-Crisis/pre-Flashpoint, a clone called Superboy is created by CADMUS. at first, he's considered to be a clone of a dude named Paul Westfield and is not Kryptonian whatsoever, he was simply made to look like Superman and only has Tactile Telekinesis as a power. then, it was made canon that actually he was a clone of Lex Luthor and Clark Kent, but Lex hid this fact and slowly, Kon developed more Kryptonian powers. he's given the name Kon-El by Clark, and is taken in by the Kents, getting the name Conner Kent. then Flashpoint happens, we get the New-52, and we're given the above version of Kon-El, who is a clone of Jon Lane Kent, created by N.O.W.H.E.R.E. who has mostly very strong telekinesis powers and some Kryptonian powers. he's with the Titans for a bit, then at the end of the New-52, he kills some aliens and feels bad about it so he decides to fuck off and is never seen again, it's presumed he's dead but never confirmed. then Rebirth happens and DC makes Jon Kent the current Superboy, we get Supersons and all that, and it's assumed that no version of Kon-El exists. just at all. he's not around whatsoever, Jon is our only Superboy. *but* in 2019, we get a new Young Justice run and the pre-Flashpoint Kon-El is back, and we're given the explanation of: Kon got accidentally teleported to this alternate realm called Gemworld and then Flashpoint happened, and since that was a Crisis Event that changed the timeline, the poor lad got *erased* from the timeline, causing most people to *not fucking remember him* and for him to remember a timeline that no longer exists. some of the Young Justice team vaguely remember him, Ma and Pa Kent remember him, but notably, Clark *does not remember him*. it's not an issue of "Clark ignored Kon in favor of Jon" it's an issue of "Kon was erased from the timeline and didn't exist for years bc he was stuck in Gemworld and Clark just doesn't remember Kon or Kon's timeline" which to me, is far more tragic but i digress. since then, Kon has been back and is present in most significant Superfamily runs, with his own recent mini-series, Superboy: Man of Tomorrow. (which was very good btw)
so basically: the New-52 fucked Kon up so bad they wrote him out of comics for years and then brought back the pre-Flashpoint version, but never *explicitly* killed the New-52 version off. so hypothetically, it's possible that there are currently two characters existing in the DC universe named Kon-El who have been Superboy. and like i said above, one of New-52!Kon's only real significant relationships was with Tim, it was the only thing the New-52 managed to get right about Superboy, his closeness to Tim. they have a *lot* of moments that read incredibly queer. and ofc, it's just outright confirmed in Dark Crisis: Young Justice that Tim had a crush on pre-Flashpoint!Kon at some point. so while comics are intent on pretending New-52!Kon doesn't exist, i am intent on putting Tim in a clone sandwich.
because i do think it's fun to play with Tim having genuine feelings and potentially a relationship with both of them. and the fucked up nature of him not fully *remembering* his relationship with pre-Flashpoint!Kon (which is a canon thing, in YJ(2019) Tim has vague memories of Kon he's struggling to piece together and understand why he cares about this guy he doesn't recognize so much) and how frustrating that is for Tim. he knows he loves Kon, but it's all foggy besides that. and so it's even *more* fucked up if Tim dated New-52!Kon before he got emo and ran off into the unknown. obviously in canon no one has told current Kon about New-52!Kon bc comics are doing the good ol' tried and true of "sweep that shit under the rug" but for fanfic, i think it's fun to ask the question of: would anyone *tell* Kon? especially Tim? who now remembers dating both versions of them? would he admit to Kon that briefly, he had another Kon? how would Tim cope with that and move on? personality wise, they could not be more different. they dress and act and look different. they're not the same person, but there's certainly a questionable factor of Tim's dating history including two Kon-Els.
the idea i've had for a while is Tim slowly starting to date pre-Flashpoint!Kon again. it feels familiar and like home. and Tim has grieved and accepted that wherever New-52!Kon is, he doesn't want to come home, he didn't love TIm enough to stay and try. so Tim takes the Kon he has, and genuinely has a happy relationship. like for once, life is good and things almost make sense for Tim. but then, of course, New-52!Kon comes back. he decides he wants to try again and he finds Tim. only to find well. he's been replaced. and technically, he's been replaced with the *original* that he didn't even know *existed*. and if being a clone is bad enough, that just makes it a hundred times worse. because imagine knowing you're actually the second Kon-El your boyfriend who you never *technically* broke up with fell in love with. that's gotta give you some kind of complex.
so i think it's fun if both Kons try to step back and let the other Kon date Tim. both of them have reasons to feel like the "replacement" or "fake" Kon, and it makes them incredibly awkward with each other. do they count as the same person? bc they definitely don't *feel* like the same person to each other, but with weird timeline stuff, who can really say. them settling on an awkward throuple that's really meant to be Tim just dating them both but somehow they end up dating each other too is so fun for me. they both feel like imposters to the Superboy name but are so deeply in love with Tim Drake, it's the one thing truly connecting them. and then of course, Tim feels bad in that somehow, he's betraying both of them for having feelings for the other. but they make it work, with a lot of awkward angst and miscommunication. i just think it'd be fun. very difficult to write to get all the weird timeline nuances down in a way that's understandable in a fanfic (bc you can't just. infodump like i did on this post) but doable. also difficult to tag, because even though i argue these are two different characters, i'm pretty sure Ao3 groups them under the same character tag. so it'd be difficult to convey it's not *really* as selfcest-y as it would imply. comics, man. DC will never acknowledge New-52!Kon again, and he's admittedly a terrible adaptation of Kon-El, but. i think he was sort of neat in his own right and i'd *love* for DC to just inexplicably bring him back and make the current Kon deal with the consequences of all that. and them make Tim kiss them both. obviously.
#necrotic answerings#timkon#how do I tag this ship i'm so serious#kontimkon#I fucking *guess*?#also just plain Kon/Kon could be neat as well#I don't view it as selfcest. but like. I understand if ppl do#also if I got some details wrong i'm so sorry#I was tipsy writing this.#new-52!Kon you were a disaster child but come back from the war I miss you.#i'd need to reread the new-52 superboy and teen titans run to write this#just to be sure I've got a solid grasp on his character#pre-flashpoint!Kon I understand just fine he's my son I've read most of his content#new-52!Kon. eeeeeh. i've read it. years ago. and I'm not even sure if I actually read it all through or just bits and pieces#I hated him when he existed be like. he fucked up Kon so bad we fucking lost Kon for a couple years#but in hindsight. he had potential.#also if you want another bizarre fun fact about the new-52#Tim was never Robin in the new-52. he went straight to being Red Robin.#also his parents are alive and in witsec. do with that what you will.#weird times.#I guess new-52!Kon could've been erased by rebirth but I don't think he was?? bc characters have recalled his existence so?#hypothetically he *should* exist???#and if he doesn't#*oh well* I do what I want#DC you may not care about the implications of your retcons and reboots but I do. I do.#I want more fandom acknowledgement of Kon getting fucking erased from the timeline and no one remembering him#yes it's fun to make Clark a bad dad#but Kon was forgotten! by almost everyone! that's also fun!#young justice (2019) isn't the *best* comic ever but it's still solid! lots of good Kon whump I tell you.#he was fucking going *through* it that run I tell you. by God.
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Hyperloop One, the futuristic transportation company building tube-encased lines to zip passengers and freight from city to city at airplane-like speeds, is shutting down, according to people familiar with the situation.
Once a high-profile startup, Hyperloop One raised more than $450 million since its founding in 2014, according to PitchBook. It built a small test track near Las Vegas to develop its transportation technology, and for a time took the name Virgin Hyperloop One after Richard Bransonâs Virgin invested. Virgin removed its branding after the startup decided last year to focus on cargo rather than people.
Buried halfway through: it's another failed Elon Musk venture.
Not mentioned at all: the only reason Musk proposed Hyperloop was to thwart California's high-speed rail initiative and sell more cars. You see, his alternative technology of shooting supersonic capsules through evacuated vacuum tubes would be so much better than stinky old trains.
The only problem?
None of the technology exists. All the prototypes sucked. Even after ten years and a half billion dollars.
One "prototype" is literally a one-lane concrete tunnel allowing a single Tesla automobile to travel at astonishing speeds up to 107 MPH. Technically you can drive faster than that on most american highways.
Also that's 50-100 MPH slower than the high speed rail California wanted to implement a decade ago.
And now the whole venture is quietly going away.
Unpaywalled version here.
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đłđđđđđ đŽđđđđ --- one.
simon ( ghost ) riley x female reader.
note: first time writing for the COD lovers. tell me how I did :). please be gentle and kind to me omg.
content : dark?? ghost. modern settings. mentions of suicide. obsession. stalking. unhealthy attachments. smut in later chapters. alcohol. dark topics. this is just my version of haunting adeline but for ghost. adult reader. MDNI. 3.6k words.
Rain streaked down your large window's pane, clear warm waters raced each other down thin plane glass. Each droplet getting bigger than the others that trickled downward the more liquid each harmless little drop of water that was collected further speeding the streaks to drop down onto the sill. If you were delusional you would have compared yourself to the naive raindrops that beaded your window in the dead of night. You, the perfect round thing, sitting in paranoia and harm's way as it escalated its determined way to collect you into its grasp and swallow you whole.
You, losing yourself to the drowning and suffocating heat of entrapment that fear had on your throat, on your mind, on your entire being. You could always blame yourself. You could blame your idiotic choices for provoking this rapid current. You could blame yourself for never calling the police as much as you should. Not taking their advice when they did give it to you when you were swaddled in that horrid-smelling grey blanket one of them would provide for comfort when they would arrive on your property at late hours. Instead, you ignored them, ignored your normal conscious thoughts that warned; and tried to steer you away from this danger that was always lurking in your mind. You welcomed the risk. The pure risk of knowing who dared to turn your once perfect, as perfect it could be for an adult, mental cognitive thinking into pure garbage that was feeding its appetite for more delicious terror.
It's why you ignored the large palm print that didn't get smudged away by those racing water streams you had chosen to watch instead of taking in the details or gawking at how massive and thick all five fingers were spread out on the middle half of the glass. The creases of the print's fingers were perfect, if you even squinted and shoved your face against the glass you could try and see the swirls of fingerprints on each end of the finger markings left behind. A telltale sign that your attacker that plagued your thoughts, and your surroundings had been here. Whether it was during the day or he was just a few minutes ago, you'd never figure it out. You had the balls to not turn and flee this time, this time if he even had the balls to still be lurking in the thunderstorm outside; or in the walls of your own house. You wouldn't run and hide like you did before.
The only thing you however did not ignore? Was the blaring light of your cellphone and the harsh vibrations of it against the smooth palm of your hand? Slight vibrations had your nerves fire off in adrenaline-soaked supersonic booms underneath your skin that had your eyes jump away from the staring contest you were having with the imprinted glass to now move on to your bright phone screen. The contact name glared up at you and without another beat of annoying buzzing. You answered the call as if it was on cue.
"Hello?"
"Hello ?? Earth to __ ." A pair of fingers snapped in front of your face in rapid beats rivaling a hummingbird's rhythm. The sharp snaps were enough to have your pupils focus back in and realign on your friend in front of you. Cheeks flushed in a small wave of rich pinks when you realized you weren't listening in on what plans your friend was trying to make with you for the only night that you were free for, ever since you got done unpacking at your old relative's loft. The quiet sounds of distant music coming from a speaker in your home, the sensation of heat still seeping into the palm of your hand from the mug of tea you were once sipping on. It all brought you back to the very present, the red-haired fire engine female in front of you. Insistent brown eyes glared at your warm face, irritation present on dyed red brows.
Tonight was the one chance you had to have some unwinding to gain some energy to get back to your life of being stuck behind a desk and computer when Monday rolled its ugly head once again. "Sorry. . . um, what time were you saying you wanted to meet up again?" Your lips quirked in a sheepish grin when your friend's lips twitched into an annoyed scowl.
"9. Veronica and I are taking the Jeep and you're driving to meet us at that dive bar, Vaqueros. Then we hit the club down the street after we finish our pre-game." As if someone in your mid-twenties can handle your liquor without consequences anymore. You weren't sixteen and sneaking Fireball and Kahula from your mom's pantry in the dead of night and trying to make fun and new cocktails for yourself and the girls who were sleeping over for the night.
You swallowed your excuses of trying to back out of tonight and stay home with nothing but a tub of ice cream and a 2000s coming-of-age comedy movie. You wouldn't dare to even annoy or inconvenience your best friend, Izzy, out of canceling plans; when you've already pulled the same song and dance of lying about too many things in the past, just to get out of a social event. Your eyes drifted to the clock on the wall behind Izzy, the little and big hands reading 7:30 pm. Way too early to lie about how you have to feed a nonexistent pet you have, or how you have to call your mother and tell her how much you miss her.
Your eyes darted back to her face. A soft exhale left your lips, fine. Fine, it was one night. One night of fun. One night of drinking yourself into a silly tizz and end up with a headache the next morning when you're nursing yourself with black coffee and the hair of the dog shot you'd make; just to make yourself feel at least decent enough to handle the public again." Right, then you better get going, before you dont have a chance to outdress me tonight." You tease with a forced grin.
The irritation present on Izzy's face seemed to melt immediately when you teased her. Delighted that you hadn't fought and screamed your way out of another outing, she was now her normal ball of sunshine and energy. She put the sun to shame sometimes with the amount of positivity and 'good vibes' that leaked out of her pores in waves of vanilla and champagne perfume. If it wasn't her good vibes, her self-medication of weed by day and alcohol in moderation at night was surely her fuel to stay hyped and chatty.
"As if you could beat my fashion sense. You can't even beat your attention span limit, you hardly even listened when I was talking. I don't think you were even conscious when you answered your door for me."
Another flush of quick embarrassment. You'd curse yourself out later when you were changing into your night clothing. It wasn't your fault, you were tired. Sleeping in a brand new place, in a different part of the city and farther away from the Surburan culdasacs you spent the majority of your life in. It was the quiet and actual sounds of birds chirping without being drowned out by the sounds of cars honking and the cries of the neighbor's newborns at eight am. You were surrounded by nothing but lush evergreen and pine trees that practically swallowed the dark mahogany-colored loft house you now lived in. Jet back iron fencing that interwove around each other in details of swirls traced all around the perimeter of the home; till they met in the middle to swoop and create large gates that protected you from the evergrowing dark and shadows of the trees.
It was nature in its purest form, wild and smelly. Untamed with its inhabitants hunting each other for sport between thick trunks and leaping from branch to branch to escape certain death. It was exhausting.
The trees and greenery surrounding your home had welcomed you and Izzy with gentle winds of pine and earth when she had decided it was about time you get ready and 'try to look like you're enjoying yourself' with your outfit. The sun crested the tops of towering tree tops. Oranges and pinks kissed the blue till it was a wash of vibrant purples, it was a beautiful sight. Just another perk to moving out of gated suburbia. How else could you have sunsets like this without them being ruined by city smog and highrise skylines that tried to rival nature's cacophony of watercolor evenings?
"Text me when you get there!" Izzy's voice chirped out of her rolled-down window when she pulled out of your driveway. The black iron gates swung automatically open once they sensed the cherry red Bug heading out of your property. Your hand was raised, waving the trails of dust and fading notes of Gwen Stefani away till the car was swallowed in the shadows of your private forest.
Finally, finally, could you let your face fall from its forced enthusiasm. Smooth facial features now drooped into a grimace when you turned your back and faced your house. A long groan was released from your lungs. Brows pinching. Eyes screwing up as you let out your dread and nerves about going out tonight. "I should have just told her I had gotten the stomach bug." You muttered to yourself, your hands raised to your scalp. Fingers itching at the roots of your hair in irritation before you finally exhaled. Eyes opening once more with a sense of sad acceptance.
You'll just have a few drinks. Hell, just one fruity drink and you'll slip back out the front door before Izzy and Veronica notice you being gone. Besides, when was the last time you had fun? Pure unfiltered fun? You couldn't remember the last time you even laughed so hard you felt your stomach cramp and your gasps turn into snorts from trying to contain yourself. This will be fun, it'll be good for you to socialize and maybe find a little someone to take home if you are really lucky. The last time you got laid was something you dare not even think about, it felt like years yet in reality it was probably close to six months.
With a shake of your head, you made your way back into your new home. Making sure to lock and deadbolt your front door, you turned to the living room/ kitchen. Rich dark greens of carved wood walls and black marbled flooring that melded with flecks of white in every square tile greeted you. The quiet was still chilling to your bones.
The open expansive windows, which were framed with even more luscious green velvet curtains, exposed you to the eyes of more green trees and sharp limbs of evergreens. At night those branches clawed at your bedroom. Sometimes tapping in a strange rhythm from the smallest breeze that begged you to let them in. Let me play with you. Let me in, I swear I'll be nice and good to you. The forest seemed to whisper. If it even was the trees, you wouldn't be surprised if it was just some random hiker coming by to try and ask for a place to stay in the dead of night if they happened to wake you.
A thousand eyes seemed to be watching you, or it felt like it anyway, when you had decided to stop procrastinating and get dressed in the master bedroom of your home. The windows were drawn open, just for the sheer thought that nature didn't mind a little skin and curves. After all, Eve and the Garden of Eden were very intimate all those thousands of years ago when being naked was the new cool.Â
You stared at your reflection in the floor-length mirror, judging and scoffing at potential outfit combinations that would fit the dive bar and club scene. Something that still screamed 'sexy' in not over flashy loud look for a backwater bar; but just short and good enough to get the bouncer's approval at the trashiest club you'd be dragged to. Your bed and floor were nearly a mess when you decided to settle on a coppery red outfit. It was a dress that was accentuating the curve of your ass and low on the neckline that hugged your sides and dips with a tasteful flourish. The hem of the dress ended at mid-thigh, the material flowy to let you not walk so straight-legged to risk your dress riding up and flashing a stranger your no-show thong. The color complimented your skin color, a not-too-warm color that seemed casual but the style and length were fun for easy access if you were in a hurry to get fucked in the bathroom at two am.Â
The Go-Go boots you decided to pair with the dress only elevated the look, letting your thighs and calves do most of the talking for starving eyes to get a good peek at smooth-shaven skin. Your makeup was tasteful, hints of the same copper red were blended onto your eyes with a neutral lip to keep things easy. You weren't trying to look good with all the work. God bless tutorials and Ulta Beauty.
"Have I told you how happy I am you're here?" Izzy gasped out for the third time that night. Her black lipstick peeled into an expressive smile at you, the glitters on her skin she applied had her eyes sparkling even more under the amber lights of the bartop you and your two friends sat at. The crowd of people in the bar made it hard for you to hear her, but you could practically tell how excited she was for tonight.Â
"About just as much as you told her how hot she looks too," Veronica added, wiggling her eyebrows in approval around the dip of Izzy's hunched figure. Her short-cut hair hid the teasing crinkle in her almond-shaped eyes of hers. Veronica, a childhood friend of yours since kindergarten. Only the years of middle school and your moving to a different school cut the friendship short. It was highschool sophomore year and a quick Instagram follow that had you two thick as thieves once more.Â
"You both are hot, now let's drink!" You giggled, nudging Izzy's arm with a bashful smile. Her other arm held the second shot of the night all three of you were about to down. The amber liquid smells strong in your nose and on your breath. Whiskey was a sipping drink, but you were here to have fun and regret tomorrow. It was decided in the back of your mind when you meet Izzy and Veronica in the parking lot of the Vaquero's bar.Â
Their, Izzy's, eager waving and wolf whistles had changed your mind from bailing on your friends for the night; to genuinely having fun in your young adult life.Â
"To being single and getting fucked or fucked up tonight!" Izzy whooped out, her hand raised high in the air with the single shot gripped between clammy fingers. Veronica hissed through her teeth to shush her, but you couldn't help the loud giggle you let bubble up from your throat.Â
The eyes on you from grown men and women around you silently judging you were overlooked and cast aside. You didn't give one single fuck, respectfully. Your glass threatened to shatter from impact when you clinked it against hers. The amber whiskey burned so good down your throat when you threw it down with a smile while Izzy whooped out once more after downing her own. She was already leaning over the bartop to wave down the bartender for another drink of choice while you grinned from ear to ear at Veronica. Tonight was your night.Â
"To being single and getting fucked or fucked up tonight!"
Those words were the first things the male had heard when he swung open both double revolving doors of the dive bar. The low golden light of the bar somehow illuminates the three women who acted like they were celebrating some kind of sorority or bachelorette occasion. Whatever it was, it made the man snort and roll his dark eyes to himself. Places like these weren't the spot for people who tried to be the life of the party in their old age regularly. It was a place for people like him. People that were either no-lifer alcoholics or scumbags hoped to pick up the residential lot lizards that hung around the entrance of the bar every night at 1:30 am. Just hoping to score easy cash on some drunk bastard down bad for the night.
For Simon, it was different. It was business with pleasure. A convenient mix of both that made him a comfortable little regular for Alejandro and his men.Â
The crowd of people moved around him just so he could find his spot towards the back. Safer that way, just how he liked it. Eagle eyes swept over the customers that mingled with each other or sucked down cool liquor like it was ambrosia. Drunkards hung off women like they were leeches. Grubby, sweaty hands picked and pulled at clothing desperately. They whined like kicked puppies if the women they were unabashedly feeling up were rejecting them with a swift smack of their hands. It didn't stop them from trying time and time again. Another loud cheer came from the crowd, somewhere towards the bar.Â
Somehow there was enough space between swaying, gyrating bodies to see who was causing so much noise. God was he a thankful man that he just so happened to have his gaze staring where it was. He saw her. Liquid metal that shimmered off smooth skin and sloping shoulders. A walking beauty amongst the gargoyles of humanity.Â
Full lips on display that are curved into a radiant smile that has his eyes turning a shade darker, and cock giving one heavy twitch in the confines of his jeans.Â
For Simon, the world has stopped. There is no more bar. There is no crowd of people separating you and him. There is only you and him in his mind. Your laughter which was caused by your friends, was only fuel for his stare. Your laugh caused his heart to escalate from its calm beating to a higher tempo.Â
He's hot under the collar. You haven't even noticed that someone in the shadows of the bar is staring at you, but he doesn't give a fuck about that. He's staring at you and only you. You and the curves of your thighs and hips that shine under the lights of the bar. You with her sparkling eyes crinkle in amusement at something you're being told. He wants that. He wants to be looked at like that. He wants to know what you find so hilarious that your head is tipped back, exposing your chest and throat to hungry men like him to salivate over. He wonders what your skin would taste like if he sank his teeth into your throat. He wonders if you smell like honey and sin incarnate.Â
He'd wonder if you were as soft and supple under his scarred palms that beat the life out of pieces of shit that decided to walk the earth.Â
His line of work would be something he'd never bring home if you were there. He'd shed his skin every time once he crossed the threshold, just so he could bury himself into the deepest, warmest parts of your body. If anyone ever touched you before him, he'd break their fucking fingers into bite-sized bits and feed them the gooey mess with a rusty spoon. If you asked he'd kill himself and be reincarnated into somebody worthy of your love if he wasn't fit for it. But that's the thing. He's all you're ever going to need. He's enough and will be enough. You don't know it yet, but you're already his girl. You are so beautifully unaware that it makes his blood sizzle in his eardrums at the rancid thoughts of you and him together.Â
His weight shifts to get up off the worn chair he had collapsed into earlier. When he stalls for a brief couple of seconds. Angels sing white noise serendipity when your eyes meet his. What he hopes is his gaze and nothing else that you're focused on so much that it had your own eyes widen a fraction more. He must look like he wants to unhinge his jaws and eat you whole. He likes that. Because he fucking wants to. He's obsessed, and you'll learn that the more time comes between you and him.Â
When you blink. He'd be gone, him and his bottomless black holes of eyes that drew you in like a crushing state of gravity.  He slipped out through the bumping crowd, blending through intoxicated hot vapors to the winding staircase off to the side. He's gone, but the sensation of his hungry eyes on you has yet to leave. Â
#cod mw2#ghost cod#cod x reader#cod x female reader#cod x f!reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#call of duty modern warfare#dead dove fic#dead dove do not eat#simon ghost x reader
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Lucy Quinzel-Isley and Martin Cobblepot-Nygma as BFF because why not
Lucy is more of đ€©đ€Ąđđč person while Martin is đ€«đ„đ©đ person and those two energies fits a little too well
Just a image of 10 years old Lucy showing up at Iceberg Lounge, this prestigious club for shady individuals, hair is pony tails, overalls, mismatched socks probably on roller skates, walking over to the owner of all people and asking "can Martin come out and play?"
They bring the "Wednesday and Pugsley Addams" vibe to the school other students and teacher don't really like,
Martin taught her how to stab people while Lucy is teaching him about all of the different poisonous plants she probably has at home
It doesn't matter he can't talk, she talks for both for them
Lucy learn the sign language for Martin so he wouldn't have to rely on the notebook all the time
He still caries a piece of paper that has "Lucy, no" written on it
Also they probably use sign language to cheat during tests
It is an ongoing debate who is the bad influance, exept Oz and Ed argue it's Martin while Harley and Ivy that it is Lucy
The only time they had a serious fight was when someone called them Menace 1 and Menace 2 and they argue for four hours who is nr 1, basically that onion headline "Best Friends Each Secretly Think Of The Other As Sidekick"
They are a Wario & Waluigi versions of Damian and Jon, probably have some rivarly with them once they get older
Also, stealing from Supersons: Martin: Lucy's mom lets her stay up all night. Oswald: Lucy's mom has two hyena as pets and walks them around town while rolleskating. And her other mom talks to plant. So maybe not the best argument
Martin picked up Ed's habit of asking riddles, Lucy found the way to weaponize that against their teachers
Whenever Lucy asks Martin to help her with something they joke she is "asking mob for a favor" and whenever Martin asks for Lucy's help she must help bc "she own him" (she would do it anyway)
#dc comics#dc#batman#lucy quinzel#lucy quinn#gotham martin#martin cobblepot#gotham#gotham rogues#batman rogues#rogues gallery#harlivy#harley quinn#harleen quinzel#poison ivy#pamela isley#riddlebird#nygmobblepot#edward nygma#the riddler#riddler#oswald cobblepot#the penguin
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Where do I know you from? 9/10
Hangster crackfic (that kind of turned serious and then hurt-comfort). There are too many Jakes and Bradleys for Jake and Bradley to be dealing with. Or the Universe is just as fed up with them being blind.
PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX PART SEVEN PART EIGHT
PART NINE
             He feels uneasy, unable to take any action right now that would make things better and he doesnât like it. Instead heâs forced to watch multiple versions of himself successfully flirt with their own Roosters, and heâs seen so many versions of himself kiss so many different versions of Rooster now. There have been soft and sweet, hard and possessive, passionate, glancing pecks of lips and apart from Ten and Fifteen, theyâve all, hopefully, disappeared back to their own places in the universe and happy with it.
             He glances across the bar to where he can see Javy, Rooster and Thirteen talking to himself and he wonders if that will be enough. God he hopes itâs only the one universe, hates that the very idea that there might be more. Fuck. There are probably universes where he died. Universes where he flew the mission instead of Rooster. It hasnât escaped his notice that there are none of them here, although the universes where Rooster isnât even a pilot, what happened there? So many of them have already gone and he looks frantically at Three and Five, their Jakes looking very relaxed, all things considered. He gets up and heads over to them.
             âHey. Can I ask you guys a couple of questions?â
             âYeah, of course.â âSure man.â
             âYouâre both naval aviators where you come from right?â
             They both nod.
             âThe uranium mission. Did you fly it?â
             âYep.â âSure did.â
             Jake hums under his breath, isnât sure where heâs taking this line of questioning, then older Jake is there, looking at them all but also clearly judging them, nursing a cup of tea of all things and Jake wonders where the hell he got tea from at the Hard Deck.
             âWhat are you guys talking about?â Older Jake asks, and Jake frowns, because this version of himself seems so put together, like he has his life all sorted and is kind of smug about it. The fact that itâs also himself is even more annoying for some reason.
             âThe uranium mission.â
             âOh,â older Jake says, pulling a displeased face.
             âDid you fly it?â Jake asks him and heâs shaking his head.
             âGod I wanted to, thought it was the only way Iâd keep him alive. But saved him just as that fifth gen released its missile. Still have nightmares about being late. Like if I hadnât already been completely buckled in, just that brief moment of needing to do up an extra fastener you know? Crazy that thatâs what it came down toâŠâ
             âYeah,â Jake breathes, âcrazy.â He has the same experience Jake has.
             He had refused to get out of his plane, even when all the other Daggers had been back on deck. Heâd sat there feeling numb until it came through that Roosterâs ESAT was live and supersonic. Heâd gone from numb to buzzing, working through his pre-flight checks immediately, nodding a ready-signal to Hondo when he asked if he was ready for takeoff. He had never been more ready. The idea that all it might have taken was for someone to force him out of his plane to stop him from being able to save both Rooster and Maverick makes him feel sick. God. Heâs never going to let people give him shit for being a stubborn fuck ever again.
             âWe both saved him.â
             âAnd he didnât need saving where we came from, because heâs not a pilot.â
             âNot a Naval Aviator,â one of the Jakes corrects.
             âTrue,â the other Jake concedes, and Jake is reminded that Roosters Three and Five both said that they could fly planes, they just never joined the Navy. God, having a conversation with three other version of himself is starting to make his head hurt again. He prefers having all the Roosters, he could keep track of them much better.
             âHere, have some of this. Itâll help.â
             âI donât like tea,â Jake says, pulling a face, and older Jake snorts.
             âNeither do I. Just try it you big baby.â
             Jake really doesnât like him, wants older Rooster back. Heâs much nicer to Jake.
             âWhere did you get tea from anyway?â
             âOh, I carry it with me. Just⊠pays to be prepared.â
             âWith tea?â Jake asks, giving him a disbelieving look, sniffing at the cup. It doesnât smell as bad as he thought it might. Taking a sip he realizes itâs one of those herbal blends, sweet and probably meant to have a calming effect or something.
             âItâs brought me a surprising number of good moments in my life.â
             Part of Jake wants to call him a weirdo, but heâs well aware that heâs talking to himself so itâs not a particularly scathing accusation, not one he thinks would particularly bother this older Jake anyway. Who seems to know what Jake is thinking anyway. Weirdo and an asshole.
             âHeâs goneâŠâ Rooster Thirteen says, appearing suddenly and it looks like heâs been crying and Jakeâs heart squeezes tight.
             âHere,â older Jake says, taking the cup of tea from Jakeâs hands and passing it straight to Thirteen, who takes it with a happy hum of appreciation and Jake blinks. Okay then, that whole tea preparation thing is for his Rooster, not for himself.
             âThanks babeâŠâ Thirteen says, and he slumps against older Jake, like heâs been through an emotional wringer and Jake guesses that maybe he has. He looks over to where Rooster is hugging Maverick and heâs glad theyâve sorted out their shit at least. He glances back to find Thirteen looking at him.
             âJust⊠be patient with him.â
             âWhat?â
             âWith your Rooster. Be patient with him. Heâll get there. Heâs just hurting.â
             Jake looks to Rooster again, then back to Thirteen who is stepping in close, his hand coming up to cup Jakeâs jaw and Jake freezes, not sure what Thirteen is going to do exactly, but his hand drops and heâs pulling Jake into a hug.
             âYou were not about to kiss an actual younger version of me,â older Jake mutters.
             âDonât worry, you still look plenty goodâŠâ
             âI am good. I already made it right in our universe.â
             âYeah, you did. And I love you in every single one. Come on. Lets get home.â
             Then Thirteen is stepping back, reaching for older Jake and smiling at him, kissing him sweetly-soft and then theyâre gone, the cup of tea smashing to the ground.
PART TEN
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What if Miguel is too late finding his daughter that he abandoned and she's now dead by an anomaly that wanted Venom?
And what if he found a different version of his daughter but she's the daughter of Eddie Brocks?
Miguel was destroyed - mind and soul - he had lost the one thing that truly belonged to him and he could never get it back. What happened, you wonder? His daughter - [Name] O'Hara - was sick of being ignored by her father and decided to go to another universe with Venom where the 2 of them didn't exist; there wouldn't have been a canon event there if there was no Spider-Man/Spider-Woman in the universe. While Miguel went to replace the dead version of himself who was the father to a young girl named Gabriella, [Name] decided to make her move to leave Earth-928 with her best friend; this went well for a month...until a Variant of Doctor Octopus took interest in [Name], or rather, in the symbiote she was bound to. [Name] was swinging through the buildings when she was hit with a supersonic pulse and Venom was stripped from her as she fell from the great height, hitting the concrete hard and dying upon impact.
Miguel had just returned from the collapsed universe when he lost Gabriella and the rest of the universe and decided to be a father to the one daughter he already had but when he found out that you were gone, he had Lyla search all the universes for you...and he found you...or rather, he found your death certificate. His eyes widened at the fact a Spider-Womanless Universe had a Spider-Woman & she was killed by a variant of Doc Ock. Miguel hung his head down and started to cry - both of his daughters were dead and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Wait... If there was another version of him, there had the have been another version of [Name], all he had to do was look for her and bring her there.
Miguel searched day and night - sunrise to sunset - and he was lucky - he found what he was looking for: A Spider-Variant of [Name] who was bound to a Symbiote named Sleeper and....she was the daughter of Eddie Brock. Miguel watched through his screens at [Name] - her blond hair and blue eyes looking up to her father with a smile; that's how you used to look at him and you would look at him like that again like a daughter wanting her father's approval. Eddie would pat your shoulder and praise you for the smallest things you did - from working on your coding to your crime fighting. Miguel looked at the desk before him and saw the artist's tablet - the only thing he had left of his daughter - he picked it up and looked through the artwork with a smile, his daughter was skilled in realistic art. He closed his eyes and cried he was going to get his daughter back. But first, he needed to alter the bracelet that her previous version had.
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Just seeing the recent panels of Absolute Power #2⊠I just feel thereâs unnecessary trauma dumping for Jon at this point.
Manchester Black was one thing, but Ultraman and now Lady Braniac & Amanda Waller is unnecessary⊠is this really the only way to keep Jon relevant and interesting????
Iâm not denying there are fans of Jon even in his current rendition but the fact that most fans still to this day and even prior to Absolute Power or whenever DC ârebootsâ their comics⊠were hoping for the age-up to be erased or maybe even bring in a multiversal! version of younger Jon says a lot.
And for those fans arguing pre-ages up Jon fans only want him young due to his relationship to DamianâŠlook I can somewhat sympathize.
I canât speak for everyone one but yes I admit I was familiar with Jon due to the hype of Supersons. Iâm sure most fans were probably aware of Jon because of SS but went back to check out his origins.
And as much as I adore Damian and Jon and their relationship with one anotherâŠ.I was complete ready for Jon to do his own thing separately from Damian.
I didnât want Jon to be attached to the hip with Damian to stay revenant. Both deserve to figure out who they are as people and what type of hero they want to be (or if they want to)
We could have had Jon explore his Kyptonian heritage from his dad or Kara. Actually have a sibling/nephew(?) relationship with Kon.
Ground level stories of his interactions among the people of Metropolis or Hamilton (I guess Smallville even)
Dealing with the frustrations of hiding parts of him, the weight of being SupermanâŠetc.
Maybe form a superhero team of his owe with Kathy or other space related heroâs (ex: Tai Pham) that deals with cosmic related stuff.
Basically Jon deserved better in terms of storytelling and we barely scratched the surface with DC deciding to crash course it.
Whoever you are⊠I love you.
I agree with absolutely all of this, my only thing is that I personally think that as long as DC is doing something interesting to Jon that makes his character nuanced then I donât really care, they can throw in a bunch of ideas and see what sticks, itâs the only way with how much of a mess he is right now, we are still so early in his development that I donât know what to expect.
But I canât wait for his character to find some stable ground and get some themes in his stories that compel me like they once did. They were extremely close to ruining Jon Kent for me forever but⊠I can be won over I think. Absolute Power seems promising, I want to see what they do before I start judging.
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I have like. Two versions of Damian Wayne in my head. I think it's a consequence of getting to know and love him via Morrison's run on him and then wanting to know more, doing research into his mother's side, and being horrified by how racist the retcons made were. It didn't really change how much I enjoy Damian in any significant way, because I liked him for his dynamic with the batfamily and how entertaining he is as Robin. It's just that when it comes to anything deeper than that, about what motivates him, what he internalized growing up, the impact his childhood abuse had on him, anything to do with Ras or Talia really... A lot of writers fail so badly at making it compelling and instead just make me cringe and want them never to touch the al Ghuls again. And so we end up with two Damians:
Damian Wayne aka the Damian I love: Most easily described as an in-character, well written Damian with a solid backstory. Robin Son of Batman and his Robin run both pull this off pretty well. They don't downplay the horror of his childhood but they don't cross over into cartoonish territory either, and they allow Damian to have complicated thoughts and feelings about what he did and what was done to him. You can see how his abuse shaped him without it being shoved hamfistedly down your throat, and I don't come away thinking "I have to ignore all of this no matter how important it is to his character because logically Ras and/or Talia would not fucking do that". Also he's hilarious and makes me root for him whether he's insulting his enemies or electrocuting Jason or dying for the fifth/sixth time. Like that's my son and I can write a million words on his mentality and how it's changed and his opinions on his parental figures and his character development and how he'd interact with x or y character and-
And the second Damian, aka the Woobie Damian. The one you get where hack writers want to give him a sad backstory to justify how Edgy and Badass and Damaged he is and write the most cartoonishly over the top evil Ras and Talia possible. Most recent example I can think of is Tom King saying Ras locked Damian in a box with no water for a week because he didn't tie his shoelaces right. Or Morrison's Talia murdering her own son. Or how SuperSons wrote Talia. And look, it's not that I won't accept horribly, ridiculously evil villains. My favourite character's dad abused her in more extreme ways than even the worst al Ghul writer could come up with. It's that these are characters with already established personalities and traits. Unless they are being mind controlled they would not act like that and do these things. Just like how Bruce Wayne wouldn't lock Dick in a cave and feed him rats. There are ways you can show the impact of growing up in a cult and raised by an evil grandfather and being told repeatedly that you are destined to lead them all into a better world and trained in the art of killing a man. And these writers fail miserably at pulling any of that off. It's as shallow and boring as "You know why I'm mean to you all the time? Because my family taught me love is a weakness. I said mean things to you and stabbed you but my grandfather used to beat me for showing kindness to animals. Don't you feel sorry for me now?"
It sucks. I hate it. Anything with that Damian in it, I automatically filter out of my personal canon. The only way I can think of making it good is if it's like the "Slice the Baby Saturday" meme, where Damian is just bullshitting to see how much he can get away with and deliberately testing his family with stereotypes. But unfortunately those writers are dead serious about Ras making Damian climb up a whole mountain with no safety gear even if he falls and breaks his arm or dies. Because that is definitely something you would do with your one and only heir. They're literally two minutes away from saying Ras gave Damian a puppy and then told Talia to kill it in front of him.
So basically when I say that I love Damian and he's my favourite male Robin, know that woobie Damian is not a part of this conversation. Real Damian I would kill for. A writer puts woobie Damian in front of me and says his mom stabbed him I say let him bleed out so I won't have to endure comics about him anymore.
#dc#damian wayne#talia al ghul#ras al ghul#dc rambles#sorry it's time for my monthly al ghul rant#I bottle it up every time I see a bad Damian comic and then vent it in posts like these#abuse tw
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Phenomenon:Â The Sculk
A type of xenofungus of unknown origin that is almost pitch black with blue glowing dots on it and the texture of lichen. It's soft and sticky to the touch. It could have been from the depths of a cave or from a meteorite that crashed long ago. The fungus thrives in the dark and spreads when it tastes death upon its fruiting body. Whenever anything dies on it and it spreads, the material it spreads to turns almost bone-like. It only seems to spread upon dirt, gravel, clay, granite, and stone, but it's rare for it to spread to other materials as well such as wood.
Once it settles into its home, it will do anything in its power to protect it. It will grow nodules that will sense noise, which in turn will send signals to a strange bone-like structure called a Sculk Shrieker to call out. If the Shrieker calls out enough, the true guardian of the Sculk will rise from the lichen and charge at whatever made the noise.
Type:Â Biohazard (motive: to infect, harm, and spread)
Power:Â Â
Spread & Grow
Overwhelming Presence
Summon The Warden
Weakness:Â Simply scraping the Sculk with an iron hoe and putting it in a metal soundproof container can help contain it for relocation. Once its contained, it will not be able to summon The Warden.
Custom Moves:
Spread & Grow: anything that dies on it, whether its a fly or a hunted rabbit, will help it spread more onto whatever material its next to
Overwhelming Presence: Whenever someone travel upon any remnant of the Sculk, they feel an overwhelming presence of something watching them.
Monster:Â The Warden
A 9ft tall humanoid covered head to toe in the Sculk. They are broad bodied with thick arms and elephant-like legs & feet. It has no eyes, instead a massive mouth on the front and strange tendrils on the side of the head. Its chest is exposed, revealing its ribs and what seem to be a glowing, beating heart. The heart beats faster when it's on the hunt.
Type:Â Executioner (Motive: to punish those that enter The Sculk's territory)
Powers:
Unnatural strength
Incredible speed
Enhanced senses
Supersonic Blast
Clouded Vision
Weakness:Â The Warden is completely blind and relies on vibration, smell, and touch in order to find its mark. The easiest way to avoid it from emerging all together is to sneak around the Sculk and don't trigger the Shriekers. One can also divert its attention by throwing something against a hard surface.
You can also overwhelm its senses by multiple people making noise- as it only focuses on one target, it will get confused on what to go after next.
To kill the Warden, one has to strike right at the heart in its chest. When it's killed, the Sculk will take time to regenerate a new Warden to send out.
Attacks:
Supersonic Blast (3 harm far forceful magic)
Heavy Slams (4 harm hand)
Harm:Â 16
Custom Moves:
Clouded Vision: Anyone who gets close to The Warden will lose their vision. If a hunter gets too close, they must roll with +cool. On a success, they avoid losing their sight and won't have to roll again when they get close. On a mix, the won't lose their sight but will have to roll again if they get close. On a miss, they lose their sight- they take -1 ongoing on Act Under Pressure, Kick Some Ass, Use Magic, Investigate a Mystery, and Read a Bad Situation until they are able to get away from the Sculk.
Minion:Â Sculk Shriekers
Thicker version of the Sculk with four rib-like protrusions set in a circle. In the center of the circle is a writhing glowing mass. Each corner between the protrusions are circular nodules that look like eyes.
Type:Â Renfield (motive: to push the monsters to the victims)
Powers:
Clouded Vision
Loud Shrieking
Sense presence via sculk sensor
Harm:Â 1 harm (armor 2)
Weakness:
Metal hoe or explosions- anything else won't hurt it
It won't react if there's no sensor nearby
Custom Moves:
Clouded Vision: Anyone who gets close to The Warden will lose their vision. If a hunter gets too close, they must roll with +cool. On a success, they avoid losing their sight and won't have to roll again when they get close. On a mix, the won't lose their sight but will have to roll again if they get close. On a miss, they lose their sight- they take -1 ongoing on Act Under Pressure, Kick Some Ass, Use Magic, Investigate a Mystery, and Read a Bad Situation until they are able to get away from the Sculk.
#monster of the week#motw#monster of the week rpg#motw rpg#monster idea#monster stat block#motw phenomenon idea#phenomenon stat block
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one thing iâve realized - older!jon slander because of wanting supersons back, and post-flashpoint!lor zod slander because of wanting chris back but without the baggage of his multiple tragedies are two sides of the same of coin. itâs like ppl love the concept of the Son of Superman but hate the very inevitability of the tragedy that is BEING a Son of Superman. we live with knowing lois can let clark go into the night because he belongs to the world and not just to her, but ppl struggle with accepting clark is destined to be a failure of a father BECAUSE of that same reason. you canât be a father if you belong to the world, because being a father means you have to be your childâs number one, and thatâs not something clark could do for chris OR jon, and usually of no fault of his own.
so if you canât be a father bc you belong to the world, what does the world do? it sends your adoptive baby back to the shadow realm, and then your second baby gets kidnapped by some demonic version of you and abused in a volcano.
itâs fascinating bc one could argue that in the many versions of lois that has existed in the various continuities, there were times clark WAS the garbage partner and DIDNâT deserve her, just like there were times where one could argue she was being a bitch to the sweetest guy with the biggest burden. after decades and a crisis or ten, they did eventually find that middle ground where clois could exist with lois accepting she might become a widow eventually, and still that clark belonged to the world.
but adopting chris, having jon, losing chris twice, losing jon, getting them back in different ways and just not being really able to RAISE them because theyâre GROWNâŠ.. itâs a challenge thatâs gonna take decades more of storytelling to get to a good place bc clois have no choice BUT to be shitty parents, bc they married knowing the other could just die at any time. so what happens when the danger couple has kids? of course they canât get their shit together! in theory theyâre great ppl, but in practice they fail at the basics because they have no choice BUT to fail.
bc how do forgive yourself as a father for not being able to stop your son from sacrificing himself to save you from being his birth fatherâs warden in the phantom zone, just for him to get benjamin buttoned in that hellscape?
how do you forgive yourself as a mother for leaving your son to crazy peepaw bc of your own VERY real insecurities, only for your son to come back with a plastic smile and a glint behind his eyes bc heâs half mad but pretending be just fine bc your abandonment led him to being tortured by some madman during his pubescent years?
and then, adding fuel to fire, they both justâŠ. let jon go to the 31st century. chris didnât even get a return parade cuz they nuked the universe with flashpoint, but two strikesâŠâŠ otho and osul gotta take this shit home for the fallen đđđ
i donât know where i was going with this, but im just saying, the chronicles of lois and clark being terrible parents is absolutely hilarious to me and i love it.
#chris kent#jon kent#lor zod#clark kent#lois lane#clois#superman#otho ra#osul ra#real talk#dc comics
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ive yet to really see anyone else point this out but i think fyodor is going to end up being one of the most gut-wrenchingly unstable and sympathetic (to ME atleast) characters in bsd. what i perceive as foreshadowing for this has all been pretty vague, but thats really only further ammunition considering the way asagiri likes to write via throwing the wildest shit at us out of nowhere at 50mph and expecting us to deal with it. how did i first come to this conclusion? harukawas eye thing
this is going to be long please proceed with caution if you read slowly or just not at literal supersonic speed. rant under cut u know how this works
for those unaware or who have since forgotten the exact details, here is the image explaining harukawas thing with eyes, click to read;
so. fyodors eyes are usually very light, which a few other people have pointed out is probably due to the fact he genuinely believes his goal of ridding the world of abilities is following gods will; almost everything he does is a necessary evil to acheive the idealistic dream of a world without abilities. he understands his actions are wrong, but you cant go through with a goal such as that without doing morally reprehensible things in the process. anws so as user wildflowerteas pointed out his eyes are extremely dark after hes resurrected
now, could this just be signifying that fyodor can now continue doing his fucked up little deeds via his functional immortality? yes. but asagiri doesnt seem to write that way and i need an excuse to defend fyodor because im insane
asagiri generally doesnt write characters, especially important ones, as subscribing to one specific side of the moral compass. sure, there are characters that are more morally good or bad or gray than others, but not every one of their actions is as such. characters arent straight heroes or villains in their actions, and sometimes not even narratively; fitzgerald did everything for his wife to finally be happy and see her daughter again, dazai still trained akutagawa the way he did despite knowing it was abusive because his circumstances couldnt allow him to change before oda died, et cetera
so, lets interpret it another way. fyodors eyes being dark after resurrection may not be a reflection of his sinister personality, but rather the way he views and experiences his own countless deaths. he is purified in death and tainted when hes brought back; at peace in his last moments and destroyed when hes alive again. so what conclusion did this realization bring me to? fyodor is a suicidal maniac and hates his ability hear me out Please
in hindsight it seems really obvious to me now; what other reason could have spurred him on to try to desperately to erase abilities if not because he himself despises his own? his ability is truly the purest act of cruelty someone can experience when driven to the point he has been; it lets him bask in the calm of death, the comfort of everything finally ending, the solace that hes going to be finally rewarded for his actions by god. but only for a moment. once that moment is over, hes torn back into the world of the living, in the body of his own killer, the corpse of his last vessel staring him in the face as if to mock him for what he could never have. it deprives him of the human right to even die. what kind of person who claims to love all humanity wouldnt want to free the world of abilities, if others' have caused them as much pain as his has to him?
okok i apologize for making u hear me wax poetic about an anime twink version of fyodor dostoevsky but if youre still not convinced, which is ok i can see why this would be very insane to someone who isnt obsessed with this guy, i want you to just imagine for a moment how living with that kind of power would effect you. while we dont know fyodors exact age, we can assume that hes been alive for at least about 500 years due to his ability. fyodor isnt some kind of immortal being that has a conveniently human form, he is an actual human being who was first murdered presumably just in his twenties based on his appearance, who then had to slowly come to the realization that he will experience small spots of death before having to continue the same cycle of immortality for forever. human beings cant grasp the concept of infinity; our brains arent wired to deal with the idea, because everything in our own lives comes to an end. fyodor will never experience that. even if you view him as plain evil, pure and simple, no human being wishes to have their brain broken by the hands of infinity. and yet thats what fyodor is experiencing
#something something repeated theming of dehumanization in bsd#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bungou gay dogs#fyodor dostoyevsky bsd#fyodor dostoevsky#sowwy spamming tags cause i have a lot of thoughts and i want people to tell me if im going insane or not#is there anything else i can add actually#bsd theories#? yeah that works
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List of Video Games Turning 20 Years Old in 2024
Alien Hominid (started off life as a Flash game and graduated to a real game.)
Army Men: Sarge's War (the sequel to the Sargeâs Heroes games, but this one was rated T for Teen and used realistic guns instead of plastic ones)
Astro Boy: Omega Factor (seriously, if you have a chance to play this, take it. This game is AMAZING)
Baldur's Gate: Dark Alliance II
The Bard's Tale (the 2004 version with the guy who played Wesley in The Princess Bride)
Baten Kaitos: Eternal Wings & the Lost Ocean (hey! That collection with this game and it's follow-up is out on the Switch now! Go get it!)
Blinx 2: Masters of Time and Space
Blood Will Tell: Tezuka Osamu's Dororo
BloodRayne 2
Boktai 2: Solar Boy Django (this GBA game had a special cartridge that required you to go outside into the sunlight to power up your character in game)
Breakdown
Bujingai: The Forsaken City (the game where you play as Gackt)
Burnout 3: Takedown
Call of Duty: United Offensive
Call of Duty: Finest Hour (a side story to the original Call of Duty, which came out the year before)
Capcom Fighting Evolution (the darkest of the dark age of fighting games)
Carmen Sandiego: The Secret of the Stolen Drums (a full-on adventure game where you play as the mascot of a series of edutainment games)
Champions of Norrath: Realms of EverQuest
The Chronicles of Riddick: Escape from Butcher Bay (the rare movie-in game that's not only really good, but is actually better than the movie it's based on)
Crash Bandicoot Purple: Ripto's Rampage + Spyro Orange: The Cortex Conspiracy
Crash Twinsanity (a childhood favorite)
Crimson Tears
Crusader Kings
Custom Robo (the first one in the series to release in North America)
Cy Girls
Dead Man's Hand
Dead or Alive Ultimate (remakes of Dead or Alive 1 and Dead or Alive 2)
Def Jam: Fight for NY (the vastly superior sequel to Vendetta)
Dog's Life
Doom 3 (the original version. Hope you've got a flashlight on you...)
Dragon Ball Z: Supersonic Warriors
Dragon Ball Z: Buu's Fury (the final game in the Legacy of Goku series)
Dragon Ball Z: Budokai 3
Drakengard (Yoko Taro's debut as a game director)
Driver 3
Evil Genius
Fable (another childhood favorite)
Fallout: Brotherhood of Steel (the last Fallout game made by Interplay before Bethesda acquired the IP.)
Far Cry (the very first one.)
Feel the Magic: XY/XX (a launch title for the Nintendo DS)
Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles (the only Final Fantasy game to release for the GameCube)
Final Fantasy I & II: Dawn of Souls (remakes of the first two mainline Final Fantasy games)
Forgotten Realms: Demon Stone
Front Mission 4
F-Zero: GP Legend (the last F-Zero game to release for almost 2 decades, until F-Zero 99 released in 2023.)
Galleon
Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex (the PS2 one. There was another version of SAC that released for the PSP a year later that is completely different.)
Tom Clancy's Ghost Recon 2
Ghosthunter
Godzilla: Save the World
GoldenEye: Rogue Agent
Gradius V (the last mainline Gradius game)
Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas
Grand Theft Auto Advance (yes, there was a GTA game on the GBA.)
Growlanser Generations
Guilty Gear Isuka
.hack//Quarantine
Half-Life 2
Halo 2
Hitman: Contracts (the third one)
Hot Shots Golf Fore! (yet another childhood favorite)
It's Mr. Pants (Rareware made this for the GBA after being acquired by Microsoft)
Jak 3
James Bond 007: Everything or Nothing
Katamari Damacy (the very first Katamari game)
Killzone (PlayStation's supposed "Halo killer".)
KOF: Maximum Impact
Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories
Kirby & the Amazing Mirror
The Legend of Zelda: Four Swords Adventures
Lifeline (a microphone-based survival horror game for the PS2 by Konami.)
The Lord of the Rings: The Third Age (a turn-based RPG that uses the exact same battle system as Final Fantasy X.)
The Lord of the Rings: The Battle for Middle-Earth
Mario Golf: Advance Tour
Mario Party 6
Mario Pinball Land
Mario Power Tennis (not to be confused with "Mario Golf: Power Tour" for the GBA.)
Mario vs. Donkey Kong (the first one, which is getting a remake for the Switch in February!)
Maximo vs. Army of Zin
MechAssault 2: Lone Wolf
Medal of Honor: Pacific Assault
Mega Man: Battle Chip Challenge
Mega Man Battle Network 4: Red Sun/Blue Moon
Mega Man X: Command Mission
Mega Man Zero 3
Mega Man X8 (yeah, there was a lot of Mega Man stuff in 2004.)
Metal Gear Solid: The Twin Snakes (a remake of the original Metal Gear Solid for the GameCube)
Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater (SNAAAAAKE EATERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR)
Metal Wolf Chaos (LET'S PARTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY)
Metroid: Zero Mission (a remake of the original Metroid for the GBA.)
Metroid Prime 2: Echoes
Monster Hunter (the very first one)
Mortal Kombat: Deception
Mushihimesama ((a bullet hell that youâve probably seen a lot of if you search for âHARDEST GAME OF ALL TIME?????â on YouTube)
Myst IV: Revelation
Need for Speed: Underground 2
Ninja Gaiden (the reboot from the Dead or Alive devs)
The Nintendo DS
Onimusha 3: Demon Siege
Otogi 2: Immortal Warriors (an action-adventure hack & slash made by FromSoftware)
Painkiller
Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door (can you believe this is getting a remake this year??)
Phantom Brave
Pikmin 2
Pitfall: The Lost Expedition (the last game in an series that started all the back in 1982 on the Atari 2600)
Pokemon Colosseum
Pokemon FireRed/LeafGreen
Prince of Persia: Warrior Within
Psi-Ops: The Mindgate Conspiracy
Ratchet & Clank: Up Your Arsenal (the 3rd one)
Red Dead Revolver (the predecessor to Red Dead Redemption.)
Resident Evil Outbreak
R-Type Final
Sacred
Samurai Warriors
Scaler
American McGee Presents: Scrapland
Second Sight
Serious Sam: Next Encounter
Shadow Hearts: Covenant
Shin Megami Tensei III: Nocturne (you know that âFeaturing Dante from the Devil May Cry seriesâ meme you guys love so much? This is where that came from.)
Silent Hill 4: The Room
Siren (a spirital successor to Silent Hill from the same creative director)
Sly 2: Band of Thieves
Sonic Heroes
Sonic Battle (an arena fighter for the GBA.)
Sonic Advance 3
Spider-Man 2 ((based on the movie of the same name. The one with the really good web-slinging)
Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell: Pandora Tomorrow (the 2nd one)
Spyro: A Hero's Tail (the 5th one)
Star Ocean: Till the End of Time (the 3rd one)
Star Wars: Battlefront (the one that everyone liked)
Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic II - The Sith Lords
Steel Battalion: Line of Contact ((this, and the original Steel Battalion two years prior, used a special controller called the Mega-Jockey 9000, which had 44 buttons, two joysticks, a throttle handle, a radio channel dial, five switches, an eject button, and three foot pedals.)
Sudeki
The Suffering
Super Mario 64 DS
Syphon Filter: The Omega Strain (the 4th one)
Tales of Symphonia
Thief: Deadly Shadows (the 3rd one)
Tony Hawk's Underground 2
Total War: Rome
Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines
Viewtiful Joe 2
Warhammer 40,000: Dawn of War
X-Men Legends
#army men#astro boy#baldur's gate#the bards tale#baten kaitos#blinx#bloodrayne#gackt#burnout#call of duty#carmen sandiego#everquest#riddick#crash bandicoot#spyro the dragon#custom robo#dead or alive#doom#def jam#dragon ball#drakengard#fable#fallout#far cry#final fantasy#final fantasy crystal chronicles#front mission#f zero#ghost in the shell#ghost recon
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I so badly need to play this hack rom of pokemon where you play through a pokemon version of the story of the dracula novel and where you kill him with the power of love and violence
Pfft, it would be really fun I admit.
okay now we got to pick the pokemon the other characters would be
Admittedly I'm not the best at this. Also confining it to the first couple generations (mostly 1-3), as that was what my dream was set in and also the ones I know best (though I still heavily consulted Serebii for this). But here's kind of what I'm thinking for the team...
Jonathan (THE): already assigned, with art and everything! Shiny Magikarp, later evolves into a white Gyarados. As a bonus, the Sapphire description reminds me of him in the castle too: "MAGIKARP is virtually useless in battle as it can only splash around. As a result, it is considered to be weak. However, it is actually a very hardy POKĂ©MON that can survive in any body of water no matter how polluted it is."
Mina (POWER): Despite the name suggesting Fighting-type, I really wanted to do Psychic because that's what makes sense for her. I thought about the Gothita line but not only are they not present until Gen 5, but the descriptions don't fit her as well. I also liked the idea of the Ralts line particularly as Gardevoir has text about knowing the future and sacrificing itself for its trainer. But I think overall I prefer Eevee at the start (super adaptable and interested in lots of things)... and then teetering on the edge between Umbreon and Espeon near the later stages before finally evolving into Espeon just in time. We get the affection+daytime evolution which seems fitting for her, and again the description emphasizes Espeon's loyalty which also works well.
Jack (OF): Got so stuck on this one. I was drawn to mostly Electric or Bug types, but nothing stuck out to me as perfect. Venonat line is kind of fun. Nocturnal is a nod to his poor sleeping habits, big eyes because he's always looking and noticing stuff... Still not so sure on for him.
Arthur (LOVE): So I obviously want a dog. And I think Normal-type fits him. But there are no Normal-type dogs until gen 5. I thought about going with either a different type or an earlier dog pokemon, but honestly I think the Lillipup line works for Arthur too well so I'll break pattern and pick that. The whole line is about herding dogs who want to help keep other pokemon safe and I think that really suits him. Plus, moves such as Helping Hand where he boosts another pokemon's abilities, or Odor Sleuth that allow a Ghost-type to be hit with Normal/Fighting moves are perfect for him. That said, my second choice is Growlithe because they're also dogs who can have those moves, and are friendly/loyal with a good sense of smell that can pick up emotions. I just think the Fire-type and the Arcanine are a little less of an overall match.
Quincey (AND): He's generally quick to act and observant, so I was thinking some kind of bird for him, maybe. I like Ground-types for cowboy vibes but I think overall Pidgey line fits best for him. Quick, alert, large territory, beautiful plumage, a classic. I kind of feel like both he and Arthur would already be on their second evolution when you catch them, so he'd be a Pidgeotto already.
Van Helsing (VIOLENCE): The first thing I did was look up who can use Confusion or Supersonic, haha. I did consider Abra line but other than the super high intellect of Alakazam I don't think it fits best. And honestly... I know it's kind of a weird choice but weirdness itself feels fitting for him: I almost picked Lickitung. Abilities being Oblivious or Own Tempo works, the whole 'licking everything new to memorize it' kinda could go along with him having a million degress, and some of the moves work pretty well. Supersonic, Knock Off, Wrap, Disable, Refresh... I think overall I might lean towards Mr. Mime, though. Also an odd one, but the description mentions its ability to convince people of imaginary things which then become real and that seems fitting for him. Also the various Barrier/Light Screen type moves make sense for him always warding away vampires, and he's got Confusion and Double Slap too. Him being personally weak to Dark/Ghost types might make sense in some parts and make others more difficult, admittedly.
That's the best I've got for them all, at least! Feel free to suggest others if you like.
When you get them:
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#dracula daily#pokemon#dream journal#kitcatia#replies#except jonathan is a white gyarados....#also i dunno why the backgrounds of some of these are white and most black. i decided not to put in the effort to figure it out sorry
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The cover arts for THE IDOLM@STER LIVE THE@TER SOLO COLLECTION 13 albums has been released.
This album will feature solo versions of all 765 MILLION STARS idols and only available in purchase in the THE IDOLM@STER MILLION LIVE! 11thLIVE on the 9th and 10th of NOVEMBER 2024
Princess Stars Tracklist:
Tr.01ăMistake Murder! ~Yuriko Nanao Solo ver.~ Tr.02ăChocolovableïŒEve ~Mirai Kasuga Solo ver.~ Tr.03ăSound of Beginning ~Kotoha Tanaka Solo ver.~ Tr.04ăShinku no Pasion ~Sayoko Takayama Solo ver.~ Tr.05ăCriminally Dinner ~Seisan to Evil Knife~ ~Iku Nakatani Solo ver.~ Tr.06ăClover's Cry ~Kami to Kamioroshi no Shoujo~ ~Nao Yokoyama Solo ver.~ Tr.07ăTomorrow Program ~Arisa Matsuda Solo ver.~ Tr.08ăBORN ON DREAM! ~HANABIâNIGHT~ ~Noriko Fukuda Solo ver.~ Tr.09ăReTale ~Kana Yabuki Solo ver.~ Tr.10ăLike twinkling STARS ~Emily Stewart Solo ver.~ Tr.11ăHoshizora no Voyage ~Matsuri Tokugawa Solo ver.~ Tr.12ăHanabira Memories ~Minako Satake Solo ver.~ Tr.13ăShamrock Vivace ~Umi Kousaka Solo ver.~
Fairy Stars Tracklist:
Tr.01ăUbugoe to Club ~Roco Handa Solo ver.~ Tr.02ăGin no Table to Raspberry Jam ~Shizuka Mogami Solo ver.~ Tr.03ăOrange Episode ~Shiho Kitazawa Solo ver.~ Tr.04ăSora IroâĄBirthday Card ~Julia Solo ver.~ Tr.05ăI did + I will ~Momoko Suou Solo ver.~ Tr.06ăLOVE IS GAME ~Tomoka Tenkubashi Solo ver.~ Tr.07ăGege Kairai ~Mizuki Makabe Solo ver.~ Tr.08ăDenpa Kansho ~Tsumugi Shiraishi Solo ver.~ Tr.09ăDance in the Light ~Ayumu Maihama Solo ver.~ Tr.10ăShunpunmanpan Starting ~Subaru Nagayoshi Solo ver.~ Tr.11ăWhite Vows ~Rio Momose Solo ver.~ Tr.12ăTrĂšfle de NoĂ«l ~Chizuru Nikaido Solo ver.~ Tr.13ăDiamond Clarity ~Megumi Tokoro Solo ver.~
Angel Stars Tracklist:
Tr.01ăEnder Ender ~Reika Kitakami Solo ver.~ Tr.02ăMystic Ceremony e no Shoutaijou ~Tsubasa Ibuki Solo ver.~ Tr.03ăParade d'amour ~Kaori Sakuramori Solo ver.~ Tr.04ădans l'obscuritĂ©Â ~Anna Mochizuki Solo ver.~ Tr.05ăESPADA ~Karen Shinomiya Solo ver.~ Tr.06ăKING of SPADE ~Fuka Toyokawa Solo ver.~ Tr.07ăMy Evolution ~Elena Shimabara Solo ver.~ Tr.08ăSupersonic Booster! ~Konomi Baba Solo ver.~ Tr.09ăYumemigachi Bride ~Miya Miyao Solo ver.~ Tr.10ăSpecial Wonderful Smile ~Hinata Kinoshita Solo ver.~ Tr.11ăKareshi ni natte yo. ~Akane Nonohara Solo ver.~ Tr.12ăArrive You ~Sore ga Unmei Demo~ ~Tamaki Ogami Solo ver.~ Tr.13ăStarry Melody ~Serika Hakozaki Solo ver.
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