#op this art goes so hard

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hai ☺️

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i lovue him so much....

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THIS IS SO CUTE!!! Also, I'm pretty sure Caitlyn accidentally cracked or broke Jayce's fingers in the last panel...

Tea time with your future little sister 😌

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TBHX: What do the doves represent? Or any of it, really?

I was rewatching TBHX and omg I saw things I hadn't seen or considered before. There are just so many details that it's hard not to miss things.

The click came to me while I was watching the scene where Nice kills himself. Notice the white doves flying around and then X's image on the screen facing them right at the moment Nice jumps. It made me think: 'So does X really have power over the other heroes, or is he just observing them... or neither?'

But then I remembered both the OP and ED being heavy on the dove metaphor.

Let's start with the OP:

First, we see X throwing each of the heroes' cards.

2. Then, they all turn into pigeons and fly toward him.

3. Finally, we see X in a breach, looking like he's above and below everything at the same time. Then red strings appear, with him at the center.

There are 9 red strings in the scene, with him in the middle, making 10. Of course, that's not a coincidence. It made me think: maybe the strings represent all the heroes' fates being intertwined and tied to X. The strings being red could symbolize not just the 'red string of fate,' but also blood ties—or maybe that they can only be broken by death.

There’s a lot more going on in the OP, but let’s go back to the doves.

They appear again, and even more, in the ED:

First, there’s a black-and-white scene with all the heroes sitting on the throne. The last one shown is X, who gets up and walks toward us—maybe tired of watching all this?

2. As X gets closer to the camera, a dove takes flight. More doves join it, flying above the city.

3. We see them looking at the heroes from above—9 doves total.

4. When X takes his hands out of his pockets, the doves seem startled, like a breach in the system happens. They take flight, X snaps his fingers, and they all start falling through (maybe the breach from the OP?), surrounded by feathers. The sequence switches to color.

Note that here we have an aspect ratio change, the colorful scenes are closer.

5. We see the same places as before, but now: no posters of Loli, her name is gone from the wall, the city looks empty, screens are off, no ads. An ocean of feathers keeps falling.

6. A feather lands on the palm of a hand that looks dead or unconscious. The trust count on the wrist starts twitching and eventually disappears. The hand moves and grabs the feather. So, did they regain consciousness after being freed from the trust's shackles?

7. It ends with a feather landing on the empty throne—now in color—and the light goes out.

We can’t be sure what it all means just yet, but I think the OP, the episodes, and the ED are beautifully connected. Everything feels intentional. For example, in the ED, the aspect ratio changes when the transition from black and white to color happens. It's a clever cinematic device that makes us feel drawn into the new 'world' they've just entered.

I think the meaning of the doves changes throughout. Sometimes they represent those controlling everything, other times the heroes, and sometimes (through the feathers) maybe even every person in the world.

X could be so many things—maybe the first person to awaken as a hero, or the one chosen to lead... or maybe not even a real person at all, but an entity. Though we do see him working in an office and doing daily things. Is he observing them all the time? If so, why?

There are also lots of gambling references—cards, coins, roulette—which I think inspired the black-and-red color scheme in the logo. Is X the one gambling with reality? Or against it? Or against whoever’s really in control?

X’s ability, the breach, and the red strings make me think of a ton of scenarios: death as the only way back to reality... which would imply multiple realities. Maybe he can access parallel universes? The three main art styles might reflect three different timelines. And when X snaps his fingers, can he choose who goes where? If not, and if the feathers represent people, maybe everyone was teleported—along with the heroes. This metaphor makes perfect sense considering how the feathers fall and one reaches a hand, bringing it 'back to life.' Interpreting it as a phoenix metaphor, people are reawakened by the feather — which represents themselves — meaning they didn’t die, but were teleported and are now waking up in a new timeline. It’s as if the feather symbolizes their consciousness traveling through the breach that connects different timelines. The fact that the hand originally seemed to belong to an unresponsive body, combined with the colored scenes showing an empty city while feathers fall from the sky, could suggest that everyone is put 'to sleep' — their bodies remain, but their minds shift to a parallel reality. Or perhaps, the parallel reality isn’t a physical world at all, but their dreams while dormant. While writing this, I also started thinking it's kind of interesting that there are three distinct main art styles. If each one does represent a different 'universe,' then the name Treeman, aside from the logo being an actual tree, could be a wordplay—Three Man—with each version belonging to one of those universes. That leads to yet more questions: is their consciousness compartmentalized into three separate blocks, making it impossible for the person to realize they’re switching realities? or is it not split at all and that's why it appears to happen seamlessly? Some red strings in the OP intersect, others don’t. That might reflect which heroes influence each other—like E-Soul being a fan of Lucky Cyan, or X saving Ahu. But none of the strings connect to X directly; he stands alone in the center. Maybe that’s because all of them are tied to him whether they know it or not. It's also a nice way to show us that X could be the one pulling the strings, in a literal sense. The cards he throws in the OP remind me a lot of Tarot Cards, which could also imply handling with fate somehow.

There are also a lot of references to a stage. So maybe when the light goes out at the end of the ED, it means the play is over. They’re no longer heroes—they’re just ordinary people again.

Maybe everything was in their heads. Maybe they were never heroes—just ordinary people daydreaming about being more. The story videos only show a few characters in the 3D style. Maybe some don’t have a 3D version. If 3D represents reality, were they never real? Or maybe the 3D characters were never supposed to become heroes—but did anyway—starting a revolution that will break the system?

It could be that X’s power — or X himself — is a manifestation of people’s desire for change, to become something more, even to the point of altering reality entirely. You know that theory that says, 'for every choice we make, a new timeline is created'? X might be the means through which people can travel across these alternate realities they’ve shaped.

Thank you @steelenspots for opening my eyes to yet another meaning for the doves: "I'm also thinking about how X strongly has a magician aesthetic, and how doves tie into that — magicians 'free' doves in their performances. Nice gains freedom through death, and so far we've seen Lin Ling gain the freedom to be himself. We know X is the only one who can’t be controlled by the Commission, so maybe he’s observing and helping the heroes find their own freedom. If not freedom, then perhaps the doves symbolize peace in a more traditional sense — each character finding their own inner peace."

Well, it's al too crazy and I’ve got so much on my mind, I’m sure I forgot something here and there. But this is just me writing as I think, sharing my questions with y’all. I’ll post more when it comes to me. Edit: Part 2, but no longer about doves! It's really just me writing what comes to mind.

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Hi Eden and Howl!

I’d love to request something spicy for verse 781 Vespasiano. Along the lines of a reader (afab gn) tying a pink bow around his cock and then proceeding to ride him under the guise of giving oneself a gift, but struggling because...well, he’s a big boy. So it’s only fair he takes over because it’s he who should be doing the gift-giving after all ☺️

Have fun! Love yall ❤️

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. . . verse 781 vespasiano x gn afab reader !! 🍓 : ﹙vampire ˖  lieutenant ˖ special op ˖ dilf character ﹚

your lover's always pushing you around in the bedroom. but it's your birthday. so you wrap him up like a present and plan to ride his dick into oblivion. there's just one thing you're forgetting . . . he's fucking huge.

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You had been kissing him up as though he’ll leave on deployment in the next few hours. Despite his towering height and the build of a sniper, you quickly make use of the art of seduction. With palms that take their rightful place on his chest and lips that consume his like a wildfire.

It took barely a few seconds until you were in his lap. Your hips stir up memories with their needy grinds into his crotch. His deep groan surfaces more as large hands steady themselves on your thighs.

“Dio, tesoro, slow down.” He chuckles into your kiss. If only to chase after it when you sink your teeth into his lower lip and dig your hands into his hair. Fingers brush along the dark strands and trace the streaks of grey you know so well, you give them a tug of greeting and steer your clothed heat down to his growing bulge.

His grunt is low while the twitch of his fingers that drag down your thighs leave a warning. The lieutenant would rather take his next shot blindfolded than let you think you have any control here.

Maybe with those big pretty eyes that he cannot say no to - or that sweet voice of yours that sung him into deception to hide your bratty behavior. But this? Oh darling, don’t try your luck.

His next few comments flow through one ear and out the other. Your lips drive forward rather than your mind. With heated kisses scattered all over his collarbone and fingers that fumble with the black buttons of his dark shirt.

It’s like you’re mocking him. What will you do, Sir?

“You seem to like me in your lap.”

He could see your eyes practically melting into hearts to match your giggle that puts sirens to shame. And like a sailor lost at sea, his mouth goes dry as your lips feasts down his chest, to his stomach, pelvic bone. Your teeth bite, his part.

Your nails drag along the bulge of his pants. They drum along his already hard dick straining against fabric. Like an anticipation of your own. Oh, your smile is dangerous. Sharp. If he could drop his head and kiss it into whines he would — alas you render him maw-dropped as your mouth grinds down on his bulge. Your hands rid him of his pesky pants like they are your worst enemy.

His tip’s there to greet you; so you’re polite and return the favour with a smooch. “Seems he missed me.” Not without a wink to your lover, however. Who grunts and snatches the back of your hair.

“Threading thin doll, watch it.”

He’ll forgive you with your trail of apologetic kisses down the underside of his veiny cock. The nervures thrum to the beat of your pants. You slick him up with saliva and affection like it’s a birthday gift. When in actuality, it should be yours.

With one last suckle right beneath his capped cockhead, you squeeze at his base then part with a pop. Smacking your lips together lightly as though to savour your favourite meal.

His head rolls to the side. Emerald eyes peer at you through narrowed lashes as his pants fan into the dim room. The sheen of the moon through his wide-open balcony doors and the neat style of your shared room blurs into nothingness when you look up at him. You simply have to rear your head and steal another quick kiss from his lips pressed in a thin line.

Vespasiano has been trained in every which-way to avoid distractions, as any good sharpshooter would. Your mouth ran years of training down the drain. Whether on his or wrapped around his cock so prettily. He groans into your sweetness and tilts forward to kiss you deeper with a large hand that knew so many hardships so gentle on your jaw.

Speaking of things wrapped around his dick - your little distraction for once is interrupted by yours truly, when the man parts with a small noise of question. Did you really have the audacity to slide a cockring round his -

“What’s this?”

His deep chuckle pulls a string at your heart, so you press a peck over his. Before you take a peek at his accessorised dick down below. Donning a pretty pink bow at the base. Like a badge of honour for all the times it’s fucked you dumb.

“My early birthday gift, after all.” He’s never rolled his eyes quicker at one of your silly, chirped out statements more than this. The grin on his face tells you he’s more than proud to bear your decor. If not then - he’d quickly get used to the idea when you give him a few pumps.

“Well,” he muses, head leaning down so that the little playful strand that hung over his forehead tickles your face. “What will ya use this gift for first hmm? ‘s easy, versatile, gots a long battery life and now comes with three -”

“Fuck off.”

Your laugh smothers him together with your smooches. His own deep chuckles and tittered kisses join the medley as his hands find their rightful place on your thighs. Ever as eager to aid your perch on his lap while his neck takes your arms around it like the finest jewellery piece. You’re just decking him with ornaments all over, huh?

To compensate for the heat of your passion, his head tilts back. Maybe he’ll let you off the hook just this once. Since it’s your birthday, after all. He won’t interfere in the sly grind of your hips. the second-nature of your rhythmic humps once your bottoms are ridded.

Lies. He’ll curl a finger along the band of your panties. Snap them to your soft skin and grin through your whines with sharp fangs.

He won’t be grinning for long. The mere sight of your panties pulled to the side steals his attention away from you mouthing down his tanned neck. He’s so used to stilling his breath every time for a shot; but he could never get used to your thievishness of his air whenever you sink down on him.

The squeeze of your pink walls flutters around him. Pulsating like a life force through the sensitive flesh. His hands move to worship such divinity with lathers down your thighs, up your shirt. He’ll squeeze your pretty breasts in return. “Mmm . . . sweet thing,” the pants that leave him are nothing short of desperate.

Desperate? That’s what he should be calling you. “Sat at the table all wet huh?”

You ignore the true statement. Your thighs have been squeezing around nothing through the entirety of dinner. And there he was - digging into his chicken piccata instead of you. The audacity.

So since he prefers his meal so much, he can keep his hands off your movements. You swat them away when he reaches to control your grinds. Your own flatten on his broad shoulders as you exchange his frown with a smile.

“Yeah?” His low voice almost halts your shimming hips. You tighten your tummy and force down the flutter, reprimanding him with a clench of your pussy. Two can play at that game.

“Wanna use my gift how I wanna babbyyy.”

What an actor you are. Pretending that the drag of his huge cock along your walls isn’t getting to you. Like you’re a strong darling who can handle their lover’s bully of a tip splitting their walls with ease. What more should he expect from the brat themself?

Have it your way, he deems. Vespasiano’s palms find their home on your bouncing breasts instead. His thumbs show them love with circles to your nipples while you - oh so skillfully - take your birthday ride on his cock.

“H-Hah. . . feel s’good,” you hiccup. Trying to ignore the sloppiness of your bounces. The haphazard slaps of skin in comparison to the rhythm he always sets when he’s the one in control. Your wetness coats your thighs and his cock, along with the pretty little bow. Dampening it to a deeper shade as though you’ve already cum all over it.

As though you aren’t struggling.

Maybe it’s the soft groans as his head limps into your shoulder. Or his shit-eating grin you feel against your skin he dares lay kisses on despite. Perhaps its the thrum of that one underside vein of his that mocks your sweet spot but an inch away. Or the way your clit misses his calloused fingers.

He kisses to your ear so tenderly while you’re trying to ride him like he’s not making your eyes roll back with the stuffing of his size and the kisses of his pre-cumming tip to your cervix. “Need some help?”

Your pussy cries yes. Your mouth utters out a whined - “no.” Seems like you prefer feeling like a mouse climbing a horse. You sure as hell have the stubborness of one.

“Oh, course not. ‘cause you’re doin so well.” He drawls in a croon masked in the sweetness of heaven, yet surely crawled from the pits of hell. His hands are like serpents that trace down your sides. One slithers to stroke at your spine. “Soo well, mean listen to her.”

If your cunt had a conscious she would have long disowned you. Why are you more addicted to your pride than the delicious feel of his cock slamming you silly?

You could be here, bouncing on him like a ragdoll. Instead you’re bumping and humping along like a virgin.

It’s only when you attempt to sink down fully in a pathetic search for his pelvis grazing your clit, combined with the feathery, mocking kisses along your breasts — that you cave in. Much like your poor walls throbbing around him in their own pleads and tears.

“O-h. . . O-Okay,” your choppy response prompts an arch of a dark brow. His caresses down your sides send shivers through your spin, through your cunt that has come to a standstill. “Please. . . h-help me out baby.”

“Oh.”

It’s his eyes turn to be the superstars. Widening in all their fakeness. It almost makes you want to backpedal out of spite.

“Need my help? But you were doing so well. Don’t you wanna ‘use your gift’?” In spite of himself his hips take up a light roll and grind. Knocking against all your sensitive spots with the mere action. He cannot say no to those big eyes, after all. “It’s all wrapped up f’you and everything. What, forgot how to ride already?”

It’s a small beat. One to match the thrum of your heart and pulse of your walls. You squirm on his lap and hook your arms tighter around his neck. You’re leaking all over him even more with just the few, shallow rocks.

Vespasiano only hums. He forgives your thighs with the warmth of his hands and brings them back down so easily. Fixated on the squelches and sight of your slit quivering with gratitude. If only to cry when he halts again.

And with a deep, lilting voice. His croon fills your ear.

“Then let me remind you.”

There’s those wet claps. Like a rejoice through the room as he snaps up into you with a chase for your cervix. He hits bullseye every time. Large hands snatch your waist and jam you down in unison. He can’t give you all redemption, now can he?

Your head tosses back. Toes curl as he hammers into you like a piston. He acts like you were so disrespectful! He’s one to talk with his rude size making your poor pussy cry all over him. Clinging to his cock like a lifeline. Just as you are.

“V-Ves - hic - Vesp - Veesspp hngh -”

“Thaaatt’ss more like it. There you go.”

He only needs one hand on your thighs. The other caresses around your throat. A cruel sense of security shattered when it tightens. Forces you to look up at him while he wrecks you for all your worth. And he’s not even breaking a sweat while he squirts your cum all over his thighs like it’s nothing.

What was that about only needing one hand on your thigh? Turns out he needs none. His sheer strength is enough to bounce you on him faster - and faster - while his fingers search for better matters. Splitting his index and middle on your folds to open them up for him. Unveil your throbbing clit to the hot summer breeze of Italian weather. If it weren’t for him barreling away at your insides and turning them into mush you’d be complaining on-and-on about the temperature.

You don’t seem to mind the heat of his hands. Of his wet kisses traced along your neck and shoulders. Certainly not of the warm suds that stain your thighs and the strings of cum and slick that squirt from your puffy pussy. You’ll have to throw that pretty bow away for sure.

“V-Veessp - I - hngh -! P-Pleaa - s-s’sooo -” your lips match the strings with drool instead. He doesn’t seem to mind when he yanks you closer by the neck and presses his lips to yours. His grip finding better grasp at your face with fingers smooshing your cheeks together.

All you can do is stare helplessly when he parts. Fingers flex and his thumb invades your mouth next, flushes to your tongue while he grins at the trail of saliva connecting the both of you. “Use you words, tesoro. Pretty pussy down there’s outdoing you.”

What a cruel man he is to accentuate your squelching songs by dragging his tip to the head of your slit. Smack the head on your quivered folds as it catches on wet threads of cum before slamming back in. All to see your head toss back and your cries to outshine the splutter of your cunt. His thumb joins your clit, as though you need more stimulation than the agonisingly pleasurable feeling of him ramming you through another orgasm.

“Nhh - f-fuu’ p-ease-!”

Your eyes meet at the centre. Jaw slack. Pleasure numbing every fibre in your body other than your milking walls and aching cervix. Not that he’s giving you a break no matter how many times you squirt all over his dick and balls.

“Aww, what’s this?” Vespasiano bites on his grin at the squirm of your thighs. Pleasure thrums through him with ragged pants and pulsations at his thick tip.

His hands smack and grip at the fat of your ass before he squishes tight. Slams you down all the way and bucks his cock up rapidly into that one, darling, devastating spot.

“We don’t - fuck - run from a good fuckin’, doll.” He drags his fangs down your throat and circles some of his bite marks. Such a tender action in comparison to the way he’s humping you to a state of dumbness. To spilling all over the bow once more.

His tongue lathers out on the front of your throat and with a voice on par with the deepness of him stuffing you full - he muses.

“Jus’ giving your gift, pretty thing. Happy birthday.”

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I'm translating the entire TGCF audio drama!! (Masterlist)

🌸 Hello everyone! ~ ♡

I'm pretty new to the community but completely fell into the TGCF hole. This is gonna be a pretty big ongoing project for me: 1) To share the wonderful work and story that is TGCF 2) To improve my Chinese along the way, so my TLs will have Chinese subs, as well as English 3) Contribute a lil something to the community 🦋

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New OP Theme "Lian Cheng Ci": youtube Short Film 1: youtube

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The 141 and stationery:

Ghost:

Has a skeleton themed notebook that has clearly seen better days, but it has many tiny stylized mini colored skulls and it was gifted from Soap

Has a bic pen, the orange ones and lost the cap. Is somehow able to finish his pens before losing them and has a box of like 50 bic pens, all arange with blue caps and all in a drawer in his desk

Uses the most basic looking normal black and yellow HB pencils, those in a box oflike 10 at a time you find for half the price in september and almost always finishes his pencils when they are almost still big enough to be used but unusable for his comfort (big hands problems)

To organize his notes he just puts paper scotch over the thing and writes with a pencil what it is. Then when he needs to hand it out he carefully removes it and heands it to Price (sometimes there are slightly ruined edges, but nothing like a paper shredded in half)

Soap

Has at least four notebooks, one for actual work, one for quick sketches, one with which he can go on OPs because its really small and easy to hide in a tac vest and on for journaling or just stupid ideas and reminders

Has some spring pens and some normal ones, has a fountain pen he mainly uses for inking his drawings when he actually puts effort in them, sometimes he just steals some of those he finds on the ground (usually Kyle's), when he goes into an art supply sho he has to stop himself from buying the whole inking section because some of those inkingpens have such small tips that he could draw such small details that he would need a magnifying glass to see them

Has a couple of old but still functioning mecanichal pencils that he loves to this day (neat and precise lines and lineart with no ink) and a whole set of varying hardness (4B to 4H) so he knows how to do his shading pretty well

To organise his notes he uses coloured metal clips, sometimes post-its, usually he categorizes his work by colour of the metal clip+ position of the metal clip (let him ADHD without judging, he is a little undiagnosed baby) and sometimes makes little butterfly origami to pit on the edges in case something is really important or he needs extra instructions on that paper

Gaz:

Has a couple of notebooks, one for work one for personal reminders and stuff like that, usually they are monochrome and colours that are similar (ex turquoise and teal) so he can go around with one or the other and nobody will ask a thing since those colours in different lighting's look similar

Spring pens, normal pens (usually bic) and also some fountain pens are his most used, uses them in different contexts and usually one of the most organised people you can find with his stationary

Has one (1) mechanical pencil that is cheap plastic but surprisingly it matches his notebooks and uses normal HB pencils (sometimes you might find him use IKEA pens and he will deny even knowing that IKEA gives out free pencils) probably has some variability in hardness but just and F and and H1 for the sake of having a different feeling on the paper every once in a while

To organise his notes he uses post it's and coloured semi-trasperent small sticky notes, he is one of the best organised ones and also one of the few actually able to find what he searching for

Price:

Has one BIG notebook where he keeps everything all at once, he can't bother buying the smaller ones (because their surface you can write/£ per surface ratio is not as good) but sometimes he gets a small one to take notes while on an OP

Has one fountain pen for important documents and the rest are plastic transparent bic or other types of normal ink pen, surprisingly has also some water resistant pens

Doesn't even bother with mechanical pencils, good old wood (may or may not have stolen some lf Ghost's pencils), has 2 hardnesses (HB and 2B) he uses them regularly and knows when to use each

Organizer? Price? Yeah, he keeps everything separed in folders in his office and classified inside his mind, that man knows everything in his office by heart

What would you add?

@bone-trash what would you add?

Ghost's notebook for those wondering:)

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Pop Culture Chinese Mythology? : The Heaven Haters Boy Band

I first introduced the Heaven Haters boy band in my Erlang Shen post, but it’s a recent meme that describes Ne Zha, Sun Wukong and Erlang Shen as the 反天庭三人组, or the Anti-Heavenly Court Trio. A little like the 3 Musketeers.

I already included this art in a different post but it just goes so hard.

Artist 万葉皆秋 on Xiaohongshu and Douyin

I’m sure you can learn about Sun Wukong from more qualified people than me, but some shameless self-promo:

My Ne Zha post

My Erlang Shen post

My Investiture of the Gods post

I recommend either reading all 3 of these, or at least the first two, or doing some research into these myths before you can understand the power of the Heaven Haters boy band.

Keep in mind the Heaven Haters boy band is mostly headcanons and memes. While these three characters do all rebel against heaven, they all ultimately concede defeat to ultimate authority: Wukong gets properly humbled by the Buddha and the monk Tangsen (Read JTTW to know who Tangsen is), Erlang Shen and Ne Zha eventually become the Heavenly Court’s special ops squad.

Heaven Haters boy band is still funny though, and they genuinely do all hold resentment for heaven. 

I’ll make clear how and why the various members of the Heaven Haters boy band rebel against heaven.

Sun Wukong:

This is fairly obvious. His most famous story is literally called Havoc in Heaven 大闹天宫 (or more literally, Tantrum in Heaven)

He was literally born with Rebellion as his middle name. First thing he does upon gaining power is rampaging his entire way through the East China Sea Dragon King’s entire palace for fancy weapons. (This, by the way, is Ao Guang, Ao Bing’s dad.)

Then he goes and smashes up the heavenly palace. Then he literally FIGHTS HIS WAY THROUGH HELL and erases his name off the list of the dead. Soloed 100,000 of the Heavenly Court’s soldiers and won (actually I don't remember if this was in the original JTTW or if it's a plot point from a recent movie adaptation, but either way it's a pretty well-known part of his story).

Erlang Shen:

This seems subtler since he works for the Heavenly Court, and his uncle is the Jade Emperor, the head honcho. However, he still disobeyed the direct Heavenly Mandate to trap his mom under a mountain, and he split the mountain in half to save her.

Erlang is more of the cold, calculated type- if you offend him or try to fuck him over, he’ll ruin your life, but otherwise he couldn’t be bothered. In fact, even though he helps the Heavenly Court, he only does so for big opponents like Wukong- day-to-day tasks that his position requires, he totally ignores.

His uncle struggles to control him, and has resigned himself to just letting Erlang Shen do whatever the fuck he wants.

Ne Zha:

Although Ne Zha isn’t as strong as the other two, he’s still one of the strongest in the entire Heavenly Court. He’s the type to throw hands first and talk later. He’s more obedient to the Heavenly Court than Erlang or Wukong, but he’s probably actually done the worst thing out of the three of them: try to commit patricide.

This is a HUGE no-no in Chinese culture, which prioritises filial piety over almost everything else. Erlang Shen splitting the mountain in half to save his mother (and directly disobeying Heaven) isn’t as bad as Ne Zha trying to kill his dad.

I’m not going to blame him, since Li Jing is a bit of a dick, but if Li Jing didn’t have that powerful pagoda the Buddha gave him, Ne Zha would set him on fire in a heartbeat.

In battle, Erlang is what you would call a homing missile, Wukong is a tactical nuke, and Ne Zha is a bunch of cluster bombs. Erlang is precise and deadly, Wukong is… Wukong, and Ne Zha does not discriminate in who he wants to beat up. Surprisingly, out of these three, even though Wukong is the one famous for throwing a huge tantrum, he’s probably the most reasonable and gentle one.

Let me put it this way: would you rather deal with a murderous iPad kid on (actually) flaming Hot Wheels roller skates who punches first and asks questions later, a sadistic royal warrior who can split you open from inside (NOT THAT WAY, get your heads out of the gutter),

Or a feral monkey that you can placate just by calling him a bunch of fancy nicknames?

I'll just say that neither Ne Zha nor Erlang Shen would be tricked into putting on a cursed set of clothes to control them. I'd MUCH rather deal with Wukong as an enemy. Worst case scenario I die painfully anyway, so I'd like to at least have a chance to pull out the fancy nicknames and appease him.

See, this is the reason they sent Wukong to go on the Journey to the West and not Ne Zha or Erlang. I don’t think they would’ve made it two steps on the way before the other two beat Tangsen to death just for looking at them the wrong way. 

Also another thing that’s funny is their names technically line up.

Sun Wukong’s title: Qitian Dasheng 齐天大圣 Great Sage Equal to Heaven

Erlang Shen’s title: 二郎神 Godly Second Son

Ne Zha’s title: 哪吒三太子 Ne Zha the Third Prince

So… 大圣二郎三太子... Great Sage, Second Son, Third Prince. 

This is funny because this is the reverse order of their ages. Ne Zha is the oldest, Erlang is the second oldest, and Wukong is the youngest.

Also funny is that Erlang and Wukong are the strongest and Ne Zha is weaker despite being younger. Not much you can do against Monkey King hacks.

It’s debatable who’s stronger between Wukong and Erlang. Technically it’s Erlang- he’s beaten Wukong before, albeit with help and while Wukong was trying to protect others. 

Between the three strongest mythological characters (in popular culture, there are others stronger), their stats are:

11 eyes

10 arms

0 parents

10 billion various side characters killed

If you recall, Wukong was born out of a rock. Ne Zha’s mom is probably dead by now. He also already has “returned his flesh and bones to his parents” by cutting himself apart and committing suicide for his dad, so technically he and Li Jing aren’t father and son anymore. I actually don’t know if Erlang’s mom is still alive but his dad is definitely dead.

There’s a funny saying in Chinese: 一块石头两斤藕，三只眼睛栓条狗

One rock, two lotus roots, three eyes and a dog. 

That’s all it takes to make the Heavenly Court shiver in fear LMAO. Basically the equivalent of a toddler, a monkey and a Californian dog dad. 

In essence, I stan the Heaven Haters boy band more than any other K-pop group, sorry Stray Kids. I'm not going to lie though, Erlang Shen is definitely a smash. Ne Zha... IDK, not exactly my type (unless its the recent Jiaozi movie Ne Zha). Wukong is a monkey but I can definitely see the appeal for some people I guess.

Keep in mind for the Wukong simps that in most adaptations, since he is... well, a monkey, he speaks with the Chinese equivalent of a heavy Cockney accent. Do with that what you will.

[dickgraysonisnothereforthis]

didn't realize this was the liberal arts (jason todd x reader series)

Jason is working hard at being back, working hard at being normal. He picks his ass up and takes himself back to high school, then to college. He's trying so fucking hard; he's got a routine; he's got classes with normal-ass people like you in them. He's got a life and a patrol route and a mission; he's running an op against Black Mask's drug cartel. Things are...stable.

And then he runs into you outside of your 17th century lit class, beating the shit out of one of Black Mask's guys. This throws things out of whack.

My "Jason goes to college and reader is an asshole" series. Set a few months after Jason comes back to gotham. Humor, enemies to lovers if reader and jason were enemies instead of, like, mildly irritated with each other. Angst because Jason is a sad little dude. If I am writing a series and Jason is not angsty, I have been compromised.

Swearing as always. no use of y/n. as of now reader is gender neutral but Jason calls them princess (if anyone has a gender neutral term that is slightly belittling and cocky please let me know).

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Part 1 - Jason picks up his life and goes back to college. You’re in one of his classes. He thinks that means you’re normal. Whoops.

Part 2 - Jason asks you out. Turns out you’re kind of an asshole

Part 3 - He didn’t learn anything from that shit-ass date, so Red Hood follows you to Crime Alley.

Part 4 - Red Hood gets roped into chaperoning your stakeout

Part 5 - For almost two seconds, there’s the promise of something more between you and Jason.

[enden-k]

short story summary here, again

im including some of my old, traditional art of the og comic i drew years ago to the recent ones BWAHHAH

[the nobody] vindrael lyndis

age: around 23 in human years

height: ~163cm

species: high elf

the protag. vin was born in a small village in the kingdom of Morgana. hes a high elf, a species that is known for their intelligence and masters of the summoning arts. all elven species are known to be very tall and ethereal and beautiful; they are born with both sets of reproductive organs and are not assigned a gender at birth (going agender by default) until they choose it themselves if they wish to do so. vin identifies as male. unlike the average high elf, vin is much shorter and bland looking which troubled him all his life. he was and is often overlooked by others as he doesnt stand out. to make up for that, he possesses extreme intelligence and a talent for the summoning arts much surpassing an average high elf. he studied and worked extremely hard and became one of the greatest summoners in the kingdom until the king himself ordered him to the court to make him his personal summoner. the king was the first ever person who truly noticed and praised him for his talents and vin started to develop feelings of romantic nature. when he learned of the betrayal, hes even more shocked and hurt than titus. he failed to see the kings change and manipulation due to his feelings clouding his eyes and mind and it shook him deeply. he comes off as timid and polite but has actually quite the temper and bad mouth. he overthinks a lot and is always stressed and on the verge of losing it. despite his rational thinking, he tends to act impulsively when hes teased and messed with too much. everyone else in their group is crazy strong and op and vin often feels like he doesnt fit in there, constantly doubting his worth and powers. he often envies others and its a trait he hates about himself; he envies zydonia specifically for the confidence he wishes he had himself. after the kings betrayal, vin feels extremely lost and insecure in the world and latches onto titus as his new meaning of life. he puts his well-being over his own, considering it to be his duty to his prince, and would follow him everywhere even if he often gets upset with titus rash decisions and empty head. titus considers them best friends and treats them both as equals but vin still treats him as a prince, putting some distance between them. only when zydonia makes him learn to prioritize his own needs and well-being and stop putting titus on a pedestal does vin grow more secure and their friendship truly turns into a warm and mutual, equal one.

[the worlds enemy] zerevni-ir yggdra dragonya ova-akhyn nggdragryl i-ihm avna (Z Y D O N I A)

age: in human years around late 20s/early 30s estimate

height: ~194cm

species: goldhorn dragon

the last dragon of his kind. a jailed king with no clan to rule anymore. the dragons are mythical beings living "above the world" and are divided into 4 clans; the goldhorns, the whitetails, the redclaws and the blackscales. each clan possesses a unique ability, ancient magic, which is passed down from king to king. the goldhorns magic is restorative, healing; the ancient magic is "resurrection" zydonia is not of royal blood. he was a common dragon and had loving parents. due to a tragic event caused by his carelessness as a child when he barely learned how to fly, he fell off the edge of the world to the mortal realm, broke his left horn and lost his parents when they tried to retrieve and protect his dying form from human hunters who were attracted by his fall. bc of his broken horn, zydonia lost a part of his dragon powers and his dragon form, turning into a much smaller, humanoid form. his parents death set off his berserker mode, a state a dragon goes in when overwhelmed by intense emotions and unleashing their powers in an extremely mass destructive burst. zydonias wrath was the most powerful and destructive anyone has ever witnessed and it led to him unintentionally wiping out the entire region. the goldclaws were attracted by his powers and came to the rescue; he was healed and brought back by the king who adopted him as his own son, fascinated by his powers and potential. despite his lost dragon form, the dragons still considered him as one of their own. even when he took over his deceased adoptive father and became king, he was loved and respected. he inherited the clans magic but is unable to use it bc of his broken horn, making him a flawed and unworthy king in the eye of another, specific dragon clan who soon came up with a plan to get their claws on his magic, murder him and take over (leaving this all out so this wont get any longer than it already is) back to the present, he was jailed in a dungeon when he got careless and was eventually busted out by titus and the others. ofc his jailbreak didnt go unnoticed and soon hes wanted all across the lands since hes considered a threat to the world due to the annihilation of an entire region when he was a kid a long long time ago; his powers as a grown dragon are much more destructive now and he possesses just one horn. he made a deal with titus; helping him grow strong and stop his father in exchange for busting him out of the dungeon and helping him find his lost horn to regain his form and powers. zydonia is very proud and confident and shameless. he comes off as easygoing, seeking amusement and always speaking his mind, no matter how naughty or "unkingly" it might be. despite his behavior, he still carries himself with a kings aura so its pretty clear he has royal manners and knows how to behave. he simply chooses not to, for the fun of it. hes stronger and more powerful than anyone else but does not brag about it and rather teaches the others how to "suck less" and get better. he only steps into fights when he knows the enemy is outclassing the others. zydonia has his eyes set on vin and loves to banter and tease. it seems he prefers people who dont like him at first and are not afraid to be honest and speak rudely to him.

[the failed prince] titus von morganastatt

age: 21 years

height: 187cm

species: human

the failed 2nd prince of Morgana. he had an older brother who he loved dearly and a onesided relationship to his father; his father neglected him a lot and didnt pay him much attention, rather favoring his brother aris who was way smarter and more capable than titus. his brother always tried to shield him from their father, willing to take on all the royal duties so titus could have a much more innocent childhood without his fathers sharp eyes and strict hand. its why titus never had to bother much with politics, diplomacy or all the "paperwork" that comes, only focusing on honing his body and eager to fight exciting battles. he doesnt understand much of such things and his father regards him as stupid and not capable to follow into his footsteps and run a country like the strict king he is himself. when aris died, it destroyed both titus and his father. unlike titus tho, his father let the grief consume and corrupt him and soon he started to plan to sacrifice his remaining son to zydonia to resurrect aris, offering a hundreds bodies for the magic to work, including vin and bell who were accompanying titus. he wasnt aware tho that zydonia is unable to use the ancient magic bc of his broken horn. titus was already aware that his father had some wicked plans and knowing for certain now makes him want to stop and save him. he pretends to be dead and starts a new life, learning how to be a proper king unlike his father and growing stronger so he can confidently return to his home and face him and end whatever he started. titus is a very purehearted and kind prince; always believing in the good of people even if someone wronged or insulted him. hes naive and a little dumb at times and always needs a bit to fully understand things. he admires vin a lot bc of his intelligence and considers him his best friend since he always stuck around him. he also looks up to zydonia and learns a lot from him, both useless and useful things in all kind of matters. when he becomes king later on, a lot of the way he handles things is how he learned from watching zydonia since hes also a king.

[the assassin] bell

age: 22 years

height: 168cm

species: human

originally hailing from an assassin clan, she was ordered to join the royal army as an undercover knight and assassinate the royal family. however, she was assigned to titus own knights and when they met, they immediately became friends. just like titus, bell is chaotic and easygoing. the way she talks might be considered rude which is smth titus finds amusing and refreshing. she behaves very bold and doesnt care what others think. when they make their deal with zydonia bell is the first who announces she will follow titus and "beat the kings ass". she was ordered to assassinate the family but after becoming friends with titus, she doesnt want to carry out that order. the clan always kept her in the shadows and theres many things she wasnt allowed to do or enjoy; titus, vin and zy are her first friends and she decides to follow their light and do the things she wants and not what is expected of her. so, pretending to have died in that dungeon is also freeing her and allowing her to live a life she always wanted. bell is really strong (both physically and verbally) and skilled; shes often considered to have "bad manners" but doesnt care how others think of her. she doesnt hesitate to kick someones ass if theyre becoming annoying. shes perceptive and a quick thinker but still a bit silly at times. she and zydonia share the same chaotic energy and combined they definitely destroy vins nerves in record time.

[teddybeartoji]

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @staryukis

in another life

[robomusical]

Hrrrggg everything hurts. Thinking about the MegOP sparkling (I need names, but am thinking about naming her Stronghold) I’ve had rattling around in brain for the past month or so, so here goes, continuity soup because I said so. This is… a long one 😅

So we start with the usual pre war MegOP situation with Gladiator Megs and Archivist Orion, who go talk to the high council and yadah yadah, you know what happens next. (think TFP) OP gets the Matrix and Megatron is betrayed and starts up his intergalactic terrorist group (yippee!) When he finds out, Uh-Oh! He carrying and it’s Optimus’s… he freaks out pretty hard but WaveWave is there to support him during his pregnancy (Soundwaves a bit jealous about not being the one who’s currently carrying but is excited to see/raise a new spark). Eventually he has the baby and there are a few.. complications.

1. Sparklings are supposed to have strong bonds with their carrier and sire, but in Strongholds case, they have no sire bond with Optimus (the matrix prevented it), which causes her to have spark flutters (essentially heart problems) causing the little one lots of pain with no exception of expressing it but crying/being a fussy baby while she’s young. The only was they find this out is with Soundwaves telepathy, something they are VERY grateful for.

2. Megatron suffers from GREATLY from postpartum depression, and can’t even bear to look at his daughter. He can bring himself to feed her or try to establish any type of bond between the two and ends up hating her and what she stands for in his mind (having OP and trying to have a family with him)

This causes the young heiress to be raised by the deception high command with very little input on Megatrons behalf besides being an abusive mom and wanting her to be a warrior. She’s mainly being raised by Wavewave, the elite trine and Hook due to having to be in the med bay almost constantly in her sparkling hood. As a sparkling she showed major talent and interests in the arts, something that was supported by their caregivers, but almost gets beaten to death by Megatron finds out she wants to be an artist and not a warrior. (Megatron has “training” sessions with her, where she essentially gets beaten half to death but her carrier, who claims it’ll make her stronger. And when she’s finally able to beat him, she’ll be able to lead the decepticons) (this also leads to her hiding her passions) This is how she wins over Starscream and he decides to help raise/guide her (and who knows, maybe one day he or she will kill Megatron and he’ll be the leader of the decepticons) She’s raised to be a master spy (Soundwave) and interrogator/torturer (Shockwave and Starscream). Eventually though the war starts to pick up and everyone is headed to earth (think G1, but shockwave goes with the decepticons) leaving Stronghold alone on Cybertron with Rumble, Buzzsaw, Thundercraker, and the Constructicons to watch/take care of her; and her mentor Tarn (and the rest of the DJD) and a few other decepticons at about ~10 years old to Cybertronian standards. She finds herself forced to grow up and lead the Decepticons, being raised by the most ruthless and cunning bots has its advantages, and she ends up quickly taking out the Autobots on Cyberton leading the planet under Decepticon rule. However there was complications with the others (G1 style, went missing for a few billion years type-beat) She grows up a warlord, conquering Autobot territory’s and wiping them out, searching for her lost family comrades, with the Deceptions ruling the galaxy, (exterminating the Autobots and making allies with/converting Neutrals). She’s ends up creating a vast and powerful empire (Thundercraker, Hook and Tarn are very proud).

On earth is the normal G1 -> Earthspark timeline, expect I ignore everything that happens after s1. Soundwave manages to get a SOS comm into deep space, which gets intercepted to the Decepticon empire. This happens around/a little after her spark almost gave out, as her carrier/sparkling bond was broken with Megatron, which was assumed to be due to his death. This made her spark unstable, and made her even more vulnerable to her spark attacks (also her occasional maniac episodes go worse/more common) She leads a ship to Earth where she finds that not only is her carrier ALIVE, which means he LEFT her HE DOESNT WANT HER HE NEVER WANTED HER- but also joined the enemy. And started a new family, one without her This is also how she and Optimus find out they’re related, because honestly, Meg’s forgot all about her. (Also, megaton has more of a major role in the Terran’s lives, which leaves Stronghold seething, swearing to end them) ((You know when/how Megatrons calls Twitch “little bird”? THAT USED TO BE HER NICKNAME SHE USED TO BE HIS LITTLE BIRD WHEN HE WAS HAPPY WITH HER)) (think of when shockwave was racist towards the Terran’s) Stronghold finds out that the decepticons have been stranded on earth, and have been being tortured by Autobots and their human allies (GHOST). She stages a jailbreak for the others and begins to plan war with the others left on earth (she’s not leaving until Megatrons head is on a platter and she’s ripped the matrix out of OP’s chest). (They chill in the atmosphere like the Nemesis in prime) Needless to say, Shockwave Soundwave and Starscream are very surprised/proud to see her and her accomplishments (if not sad that she (now about 15) had to grow up so fast and what has happened to her)

There are a few ways this AU can end and there’ll prolly be a few alt timelines… 👀

Uhh anyways that’s it,,, I hope you like her and I will probably draw the creature soon

(Please please ask me about her and my silly little AU 🥺🥺🥺)

[brujc]

Spoilers for S2 promo content

Okay guys so I'm gonna be totally honest here it's just gonna be me being a petty bitch and rambling about my first impression on tbhk S2 (from the POV of someone who got into it not a long while ago and stopped the s1 at ep 5)

I would LOVE to say I'm excited about this second season but honestly I am more worried if anything haha...

So...PURELY ANIMATION WISE the op didn't appeal to me like uhh I feel so bad saying that it's like disrespecting the animators but like I mean I just hate how awkward a lot of shots turned out. I mean tbhk's manga art style is like super awesome and it is surely hard as fuck to animate but I really don't think the "thick lines" (idk how exactly to describe ) anime style will do justice to the manga, especially when we consider the pretty action packed and more serious scenes that are to come! I can feel some really clunky movements coming already

Like in this part of the intro, when Aoi and Kane were running towards the group idk why but it felt so... awkward... also this kinda chibified anatomy really doesn't suit some characters.

Like it makes some design choices very questionnable..

Like look at him... Because of the head-bigger-than-body choice he looks a bit weird? Like to be honest he doesn't look like teru at all, if it weren't for his iconic features like the blond hair I wouldn't have recognized him. Where's his prince-ly look? Or idk I don't care if he ain't jaw dropping but his "sharp" vibe and whole hair silhouette is gone..

(I'm super sad like I cannot express how sad I am)

Same goes for Aoi, I don't like how she doesn't have the Aoi vibe, she just looks like some random character (also is it a curse? I feel like she always have shots where her anatomy is super strange like in the flower shot above. Super big head awkward hand position and all)

Even before her major personality reveal she looked less empty than the anime one??? Idk how to express myself

Again with the anatomy, I just genuinely hate it I don't even know why it's just awkward as hell to me ( I said that multiple times already I'm really sorry). The very detailed shading and colors of the clothes and background with this very kid like anatomy and thick outlines just throws me off, idk the characters don't really blend in with the atmosphere (I mean in closer shots, sure but distance/half body shots usually are there most of the time)

I'm sorry I just can't bring myself to like his anime design...the eyes and just everything are so off..

I have a lot to fear but I'm begging please do him justice this season

Baby face again (I mean the characters are young so I might just be a shitty complainer but I just think they don't look good)

Overall I'm super worried for the meaningful scenes in pp arc, they have like chances to be ruined because of clunky animation but I really don't hope so! I can already picture a super awkward fall off the building scene with Kou or super mega awkward escape of the perfect picture with like the bike not feeling fantasy at all.

Anyway I'm losing focus! Ofc there are some fluid shots in the op but I just have the overall feeling that it won't be super good

Sorry for complaining like this but I'm just sad about the adaptation cuz I think some really cool stuff could've been done with the banger base material that is tbhk, so much potential...

I do hope I will be complaining for nothing and that the anime will in reality be very good tho (begging to be proven wrong)

[peach-tree-writing]

'One Year of Challengers' Fic Recs! Pt.2

We carry on! The categories for this half are:

What the MRTA Can Do For You

Roadtrip!

Art's Afflictions

Call Me Sometime

Meet The Donaldsons

Patrick's Disorders

Inciting Injuries

Never Failmarried, Twice Divorced

Put me in Coach

Category #8: What the MRTA Can Do For You

Fics that focus on Art and Patrick’s time at the Mark Reballato Tennis Academy! Boyhood. Homoeroticism maxing.

tear down these stars now by likeadeuce Rated: T Word Count: 1,926 Summary: On their first night at boarding school, Patrick hears his roommate crying, and he has to decide what kind of friend he wants to be.

Rec: They’re babies, your honor !!!

hear it all and by the hour forget by averythinline Rated: T Word Count: 7,647 Summary: Growing up, Patrick never really understood why people always claimed to hate hospitals so much. To be fair, he’s never actually had to spend time in one, so he hasn’t given it much thought, he supposes. It just seems like a common theme, a hatred shared amongst characters on TV and in movies, one that the masses can easily relate to. It never occurred to him to consider why. Now, sitting on a hard wooden chair in a hospital waiting room, he thinks he understands. or: art gets sick while they're at the tennis academy

Rec: Soft and sweet with all the obligatory yearning, just what the doctor ordered.

Motel by Anonymous Rated: E Word Count: 2,277 Summary: Art got ridden last night. In a beer-drunken haze, he agrees to act it out for Patrick. *Pre-Tashi *Or: having sex in the least official way possible while bits of plot occasionally fly across the screen

Rec: Is it gay if you hump a pillow to completion in front of your best bro? Asking for Art Donaldson.

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Category #9: Roadtrip!

They hit the road. Pretty much what it says on the tin :) games to play by CivilBores Rated: E Word Count: 7,717 Summary: “That’s—Jesus Christ. This is not the way you invite someone for a threesome.” “I didn’t realize there was proper etiquette,” Patrick comments lightly. “You could actually ask me, for starters.” Impatient, Tashi says, “Will you fuck both of us. There.” “You two are freaks,” Art deadpans. - Art agrees to go on a road trip with Patrick and Tashi, and gets more than he bargained for.

Rec: Patrick and Tashi should psy-op Art into a throuple more often. As a treat.

we three hunky-dory’s by paintedpomp Rated: E Word Count: 13,763 Summary: were road tripping out to Stanford, Patrick texts Tashi. *We’re, she texts back. oh good, so ur coming, Patrick replies. (Patrick, Tashi, and Art, a car, and the open road)

Rec: Patrick and Art kinda sorta kidnap Tashi on the way to Stanford. They’re all better off for it.

2 die 4 by jaekyu Rated: E Word Count: 6,772 Summary: “You know, I could never hate you,” Patrick tells Art, still on his knees against the floor of the shower. “Not even if you ripped my heart out with your teeth.”The after, immediate and otherwise; come take a bite in the middle of the night.

Rec: After the Challenger, Art goes on the run. (Kind of).

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Category #10: Art's Afflictions

Art Donaldson is afflicted with many things. Most of them are bisexuality.

no simulation (it's gotta be true) by pzweig Rated: E Word Count: 6,618 Summary: Here Art is, horny and alone, looking for something that will help him forget, because it’s been years and he’s been so good, hasn’t he? Hasn’t he been good? Hasn’t he kept his thoughts pure, hasn’t he been focused on what matters? Hasn’t he earned the right to be just a little bit bad? That’s the mantra Art settles with as he scrolls past video after video, trying to settle on something quick before he loses his nerve. That is until one stops him dead in his tracks.

Rec: Art being left to his own devices is a dangerous thing, and this is no exception.

baby come and get you some (can you read my mind?) by Fairchild14Rated: T Word Count: 3,429 Summary: Patrick and Art take a late night trip away from academy tournaments to buy some cigarettes. Art complains about Patrick's stupid car and even stupider habits. Patrick just likes to be along for the ride.

Rec: A soft moment in a car, a gas station, a dreamlike fugue.

self control by wishicouldunderstand Rated: E Word Count: 22,993 Summary: Again and again, Patrick almost makes Art lose his self control. Eventually, something's bound to give. An exploration of Art and Patrick's messy, confusing relationship, over several years.

Rec: The only ‘Art is Gay’ fic that's allowed! I’ve decreed it, and so it shall be.

made it all look painless by sundaymournin Rated: M Word Count: 20,277 Summary: If there's one thing Patrick Zweig has always loved, it's making Art Donaldson hurt. Or, this author outright rejects that these three had the self-control to actually stay away from one another.

Rec: It’s Art’s turn with the panic disorder stick.

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Category #11: Call Me Sometime

Long distance is a bitch. Phone sex...isn't.

when you own the world, you're always home by pacific_chiller Rated: E Word Count: 7,334 Summary: “You always have something to say, Patrick. What’s on your mind?” “Well,” he says, trying to put the ball in her court, “I’m wondering why you’re bringing Art up while you’re touching yourself.” “You say that like you’re not also jerking off right now, you fucking hypocrite." A late night phone call. Patrick finally goes pro, alone and far-flung from anything that matters. In his time of need, Tashi does what she does best: coach.

Rec: Drop into Tashi and Patrick relationship in 2007. Receive psychic damage. Collect $200.

when you call me, i'm all over the place by melobaby Rated: E Word Count: 5,111 Summary: “You’re—I think about what you say to her,” Art confesses. “Or what she says to you.” “You want to know how Tashi dirty talks to me?” One time Patrick has phone sex with Tashi, and one time he has it with Art.

Rec: Patrick’s racking up his phone bill and he is not complaining!

i feel the rush by brideshead Rated: E Word Count: 2,842 Summary: Yeah, Patrick is definitely touching himself. Art watches as his own hand, his free hand, comes down to his shorts. He pushes them down to about mid-thigh. His cock is a little hard. There is still time, Art thinks. There is still time to turn back. All he has to do is tell Patrick he’s buried knee-deep in biology homework, that he has to wake up early for tennis practice, that he needs to go take a leak. He could tell Patrick anything at all to put an end to this phone call.

Rec: If I had a nickel for every time Art and Patrick jerked off while talking about a woman they both thought was hot, I’d probably have a dozen nickels. But I’d happily take some more.

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Category #12: Meet The Donaldsons

Art and Tashi are doing great :) really :)

a whole cake (all for me)! by non_sporulating (radiodurans) Rated: E Word Count: 44,141 (wip) Summary: In which Tashi and Art absolutely do not care about Patrick’s absence from their wedding, or his stupid boyfriend either.

Rec: The lead up to Tashi and Art’s wedding is going exactly according to plan. Huh huh. Absolutely!

To Camelot by greenTeacup Rated: E Word Count: 19,942 Summary: He takes a long sip of whiskey before he says a word. When he does, his tone’s deceptively light, chipper, brutally clipped. “So, hey,” he says. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Patrick stares down into the bottom of his highball glass with a wry twist of the lips. “Friend of mine’s getting married,” he says, and makes no effort at all to hide the bitterness. He lets it seep right through everything like red wine on white carpet, like the smell of sex on fresh sheets. “Figured I’d come pay my respects.” “That’s for funerals.” “I know what I said.”

Rec: Patrick shows up the day before Tashi and Art’s wedding. They’re all worse off for it (affectionate).

i think i'm waking up to us (we're a disaster) by somethinginwater Rated: M Word Count: 6,467 Summary: April 2018, a day in the life of the Donaldsons. Art keeps having bad dreams and he'd rather do anything but play the Italian open. Tashi, as she's wont to do, pushes him a little too far. (title from belle & sebastian, 'i'm waking up to us')

Rec: Fail Marriage at its finest, which is also at its worst.

Winning Some, Losing Some by turniflocked Rated: G Word Count: 1,288 Summary: “I’d hate to think that anyone thinks I agree with Sandgren about—” Art is gesturing with his hands now, like he’s really trying to articulate something. “About— the stuff he said about gay clubs. Not that I’ve ever been in one obviously, or that I would ever want to go to one— but that doesn’t mean that I think what he said was okay.” He deflates, looking at Tashi like she might yell at him, and it all clicks into place. Two days before the 2018 Australian Open Finals, Art is acting weird

Rec: Art should crash out at least once a quarter, as a treat :)

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Category #13: Patrick's Disorders

Just wanna shake him around and see what falls out of his pockets.

tender mercy by owlinaminor Rated: T Word Count: 2,381 Summary: Patrick never watches his matches. But he watches this one. He sits, cramped, in his car in the parking lot of the New Rochelle Costco, phone balanced on the dashboard, hugging his knees to his chest.

Rec: Patrick should always throw his phone in a motel pool.

sun ashamed to rise by maxisnotokay Rated: M Word Count: 17,986 Summary: “Hypothetically, if you were completely fucked, what would you do?” "What?” Art asks. His voice buzzes over the line like static. --- OR: Ten years after their falling out, Patrick develops a panic disorder. There's only one person in the world who he can possibly think to call about it.

Rec: As oomfs said, the truest sign for affection for a character is giving them a panic disorder. So true!

a faraway sound by comosum Rated: E Word Count: 8,209 Summary: Tashi and Art together just doesn’t make any sense to him. Every time he tries to imagine them together -- and he spends an embarrassing amount of time imagining them together, often late at night when he wants to make himself feel brilliant or terrible -- it just doesn’t compute. (20 years, before and after. or, Patrick never stops thinking about them - not in 2006, not in 2019, not in 2026.)

Rec: Sprawling and sparing, and with a gambling addiction as an aside.

The Art of Never Letting go by heliza Rated: T Word Count: 3,235 Summary: 'Being in a thirteen-year-long tailspin is different from being in a year long, month long, weeklong, day long one. Everything collapses, but over the course of so long a time that it is hard to recognise where rock bottom is.' Lyon 2018: Patrick Zweig is two matches away from playing Art Donaldson.

Rec: Patrick gets close, but not close enough.

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Category #14: Inciting Injuries

Fics where an injury shakes everything around

doctors make the worst patients by themasterletters Rated: M Word Count: 3,489 POV: Patrick Summary: Patrick finds an album of Art's injuries on Tashi's phone. There are hundreds of pictures.

Rec: This is a fic about Patrick studying Tashi studying Art like a bug. It’s beautiful.

History repeating by bibliophile232 Rated: E Word Count: 12,250 Summary: Art injures his shoulder right as his career is taking off. It changes everything. "I can win,” Patrick said, with the breezy confidence that occasionally made him a phenomenal player but more often made him a bad one, confused when he found himself on the wrong side of a score line. She recognised some of that cocky confidence when he continued, “I thought you wanted to change the game, Tashi. Art’s good, and he has the potential to be great, but coaching one great player that you’re fucking isn’t going to put your name in the history books.” “But coaching two players that I’m fucking would?” Patrick looked at her, strangely intense. “Yeah, Tashi, it would."

Rec: Art gets hurt sooner - they all reconnect sooner than New Rochelle.

please, give me mercy (no more) by thcscus (blujamas) Rated: T Word Count: 11,085 Summary: “This is low,” she says coldly, “even for you.” “It’s not like I asked to be run over by a semi." “Oh, didn’t you? This is a cry for help if I’ve ever heard one.” “You still came,” Patrick points out. Tashi’s lips curl into a sneer. “I came,” she says slowly, “to take my boyfriend’s name out of your emergency contact list.” /// Or, the highs and lows of Patrick Zweig's life, before and after New Rochelle.

Rec: Some suicidal ideation and a Chicago apartment. Whole series rips but this is my fav.

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Category #15: Never Failmarried, Twice Divorced

Divorced energy going crazyyyyy. No marriage required.

more than trinkets in your room by ercole Rated: E Word Count: 18,492 Summary: It was seeing Tashi watching CNN World Sports in Czech, eying the English subtitles back and forth at hyper-speed, like watching a match. It was seeing that picture of himself and Patrick—gently intimate in a way that really couldn’t be hand-waved off—blown up on the TV, his sleep addled brain trying, and failing, to catch up to what was happening. It was hot shame curdling in his gut when he lost a match, it was his daughter’s terrified hiccups when she woke up from a nightmare, it was Tashi being in any sort of pain, it was that dead look Patrick got in his eyes whenever Art was deliberately mean to him—it was free fall. (or: Three in a marriage is never easy.)

Rec: Somebody put a ring on Patrick's finger STAT.

neverland by ameliepoulain Rated: E Word Count: 14,079 Summary: “This is so sad,” Art says, shaking his head – but then he grins, the first genuine smile Patrick’s seen all night. It’s so warm and familiar that Patrick forgets for a second, that he’s nothing and they’re nothing, that the slight November chill is making them both shiver. (Patrick and Art spend a confusing weekend together at the tail-end of the year)

Rec: Patrick Zweig is the most divorced man in America.

The teacher of all things by Charlotte_Stant Rated: E Word Count: 3,202 Summary: Now that tennis was dead they all had weird hobbies.

Rec: This has married-divorced-remarried energy, and there's still some gas in the tack for another round. 

negotiation by santanico Rated: E Word Count: 10,612 Summary: “Yo,” Patrick said, and his eyes swept the main living space so quickly Tashi almost could have missed the widening of his eyes when he saw the oversized 8k TV or the double-sectional couch - in all creamy white, as if to make a point, Tashi thought - if she hadn’t been paying very close attention. He was dressed in jeans that fit him too loosely, a t-shirt with a button-up on over, as if that was somehow going to paint an illusion of professionalism to the look. He kicked off his shoes and handed her a bag. “Chocolates,” he said, by way of explanation when she looked inside. “I can see they’re chocolates,” she said, mesmerized by his choice of Ferrero Roche hazelnut chocolates. Maybe they were meant to be funny. “Don’t judge,” Patrick said, brushing past her with intent and popping his head into the kitchen where Art was characteristically hiding. “Hey.”

Rec: Even though they’re trying to get together in this fic, it feels like they’re already divorced.

in the way only you could by MacksDramaticShenanigans Rated: E Word Count: 12,677 Summary: “So it’s been… twelve years?” Patrick asks around the filter. He inhales deeply, and when he finally lifts it from his lips he blows the smoke in a steady stream past Art’s ear. He holds the cigarette out towards Art, an offering. Art shakes his head. “Thirteen, actually,” not that he’s counting, “and, no, thanks, I quit,” he says. “Tashi wanted me to.” It feels weird to say her name here. Feels a little bit like an invocation, Repeat Tashi Donaldson three times in the mirror while spinning in circles and she’ll appear right behind you. “Right,” Patrick muses and takes another drag. “What have you been up to for thirteen years?” Art’s eyes roll towards him with an unimpressed slant. “As if you don’t already know that,” he says. His lips press together and he tilts his head at Patrick, daring him to contradict. Patrick shrugs one shoulder. “Sure I do,” he says. Knocks the same shoulder into Art’s. He’s close enough to do that. “But I want to hear it from you.” Or, shared cigarettes, shared lamentations, and shared breath after the Phil's Tire Town Challenger Final.

Rec: Patrick and Art have reached amicable terms. The marriage is back on!

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Category #16: Put me in coach!

Patrick joins Art's coaching staff, tennis (and Tennis) ensues

into the blue again by brokendrums Rated: E Word Count: 19,420 Summary: After New Rochelle there's Cincinnati. And then, of course, it’s back to where it all started.

Rec: Tashi and Art are on the road and Patrick is invited along for the ride.

american doubles by stickyvalentine Rated: E Word Count: 19,165 Summary: In the midst of the hottest sex of her entire life, in that tangle of limbs and improbably acrobatic positions only made possible by a decade of pent-up frustration between three people at a truly world-class-athlete level of physical fitness, the ever-turning engine of Tashi’s brain managed a single, coherent thought: Something’s wrong here.

Rec: Tashi plays mastermind post-New Rochelle. She’s tennis-maxing

Après-match by mnabokov Rated: E Word Count: 12,424 Summary: After the match—Art, Patrick, and Tashi return to Palo Alto.

Rec: You know it’s going to be good when they hate each other a little.

hit where it hurts by plastiswafers Rated: E Word Count: 29,127 Summary: Art's still not good enough, and Tashi needs another favor before the US Open begins. Patrick is all too happy to oblige.

Rec: Patrick gets banished to the staff quarters. Sicko

that's a rap :) ty again all the challengers fanfic authors out there u r my heroes my comrades by silly rabbits. im ur biggest fan :)) here's to an incredible year!

Part 1

[daddymus-mamatron]

Thank you MegOP week I can finally unleash all the brain rot about one thing from TFE that I wish they had kept.

day 5; scars

this one was a very easy pick between the two prompts and it's something I've been stewing over since the first season. so much so that I have references for it, made some art for it and I even got a fic.

this is the rant part

hey remember that.

I do.

I think about it a lot.

In this episode, the first time we see Megatron, he’s been arguing with Karen and OP about how dangerous Starscream is, and how capturing him is a priority. The next scene is MegOP by the hole where the seekers escaped. Just before he goes in, OP almost begged Megatron to: 'Just promise me you'll return him without excessive force.' 

When Megatron does find Starscream, they fall right back into their fighting pattern, triggering some PTDS on Starscream's side.

the receipts btw

I see this and go feral, I am staunchly in the camp; this is not an animation error, i will bite!!! The Decepticon brand is only there when the pov is from Starscream. *feral gremlin moment over*

This is also an important detail. 

Hashtags intervenes, trying to warn Megatron about the Dweller. 'Lol, nice troll' is basically his answer, dismissing her, juuuust a few seconds before he gets energon siphoned. 

Scars appear on his face, the Dweller is having a very nice energon caprisun over there. Megatron, now a good Autobot, probably uses the last of his energy to fire his fusion cannon. In a very bad ass way, really cool move. Noble move to protect the Terran, the next generation. 

But it’s not his sacrifice that saves Hashtag. It’s Starscream that jumps and gets dragged away by the Dweller, leaving behind a rather dumbfounded Megatron. Seeing Starscream scream ‘NO!’ and dash toward danger to save someone, has probably blown a fuse or two in his processor. 

At the end of the episode, when he proposes ‘somewhere safe’ for Starscream, I see this scene as Megatron realizing he’s not the only one who changed. Earth had an impact on both the ‘Cons and the ‘Bots. He should feel bad for attacking Starscream right away, especially with Hashtag right there who could have easily got hit in the crossfire. He let rage consumed him and went down the dark path. All it got him was scars and Hashtag distrusting him.

So when it’s time to get fixed, the scars are the first thing the medic worries about.

I'd like to propose that Megatron keeps them. I HC so hard that the scars stay on his faceplate as a reminder. Like the scar on his shoulder, those streaks are a reminder that he would lay down his life for the next generation and that letting his rage control him again has consequences that would hurt him. Rage and solitude versus love and family. 

I could go on and on about this, let the old man be battered lmao

[katsona-the-katsequel]

What teams do you think would have fun interactions, between OGsona and Newsona? Or which Newsona would be able a fun crossover with which OGsona?

I have been yearning a P2IS/P5 crossover ever since I learned P5's plot. It's just (clenches fist) the parallels. I've talked multiple times about how I see P5 as a funhouse mirror version of P2. The closest thing I've gotten to a crossover are the multiple Flowerchild AU fics, but a PQ treatment would be the best for the OG Masked Circle to truly click with the PTs. There are some juicy themes about being outcasts, Children vs Adults, and desires to be had here. There is this headcanon that at least Nate and Elly joined the Shadow Ops or that they helped found it. If that is the case, then we could have a P1/P3 crossover without time travelling anyone. It would be great for the former members of SEES, who had been running on doctored information, guesses and what the Kirijo Group found out through dubious experiments, to join their information of the paranormal with those who received explanations directly from Philemon (and also data recently acquired from SEBEC and the Nanjo Group).

As for individual interactions, assuming this is a PQ3 situation...

Yuka, Ulala, Shinji, Yu and Akira had never realized they had intense opinions about cooking until they met people who were as knowledgeable as them. Not ones to let this opportunity go to waste, their teams peer pressure them into a cooking competition, which they are surprisingly not as intense about. They are having a lovely time and giving encouragement to each other while their most competitive team members jeer at each other in the stands. Somehow this ended with Ulala becoming a mothersister figure to Yuka, offering to get her better hair dyes and giving her dating tips. Shinji and Yu are too busy watching in fascination as Akira does cute cat foam art. This is like a stim video for Yu

Talking about cats, Katsuya and Yu see Morgana with his big blue eyes and tiny feet and go 😍😍😍. Let's hope that being the embodiment of hope prevents Morgana from activating Katsuya's allergies. This would be his dream come true

Maya is fluent in Protagspeak. The other protags could be completely silent staring at everyone with their big, autistic eyes and Maya goes "Hungry, hmm? I'll see if we still have leftovers from that cooking competition 😊", while everyone else is going "Is that what they wanted???". Now they're with Tatsuya following Maya like little ducklings

Tatsuya saw Makoto's Persona and fell in love at first sight. He wishes his Persona was a bike. That would be so cool! He wishes he could see it up close? Would she let him? Makoto is more worried about the fact that one of the scariest (and tallest) Persona Users is glaring at her so hard he seems to be burning holes in her head

While this is happening, Jun is having his own stalker in the form of one Yusuke Kitagawa, who seems to have found a new muse. Don't worry, Maki steps in and distracts him with art talk. Mark eventually joins in

Speaking of, Teddie is finally getting attention from a lady. Unfortunately, its certified weirdgirl Elly. If she doesn't try to climb into Teddie's suit to see if she'll turn into a shadow then I'll eat my own hat. She'll say things like "Hmm, I wonder if you have actual blood flowing in your body or if it only comes to be when you're injured because that's what you have come to expect. Teehee~♡" and expect everyone to be normal. Don't act so calm, Mona, she has set her sight on you next

There is a perfectly normal conversation going on between Elly and Haru :)

The Lovers are having a great time together. One of the most supportive groups towards their fellow Arcanas.

Reiji and Shinji are busy being cool, having their hands in their pockets while leaning against the wall a little separated from the rest. They don't really talk, but there is a silent understanding between them. Michel is considering recruiting them for his band based on aesthetics alone

No one knows who organized the fighting match, but now Yukki, Reiji, Lisa, Akihiko, Chie and Kanji are competing. If you thought the peanut gallery was crazy for the cooking competition, just you wait

As for unexpected friendships:

Tatsuya and Ryuji. What? Ryuji reminded Tatsuya of a better-adjusted Anna mixed with some Michel and Ryuji gravitated towards this cool (but also chill) upperclassman

But you know what's funnier than that? Tatsuya and Yukiko. The kind of unconventional princess-knight dynamic you can only find in Shrek. They're almost a buddy comedy

Maki and Akechi. Yeah, even they don't know how that one happened. Ask Reiji, he has experience with the Maki Phenomenon

Jun and Ann. They just seem like the type

Same with Lisa and Kanji. It just seems right