#raid kills bugs dead

[stone-cold-groove]

Found! One bug killer for both house and garden. Raid House & Garden Bug Killer ad - 1957.

[hellishgayliath]

Clem’s Log

Hi big brother. Today’s March 10th I think? I’m not so great at remembering dates but Papa was dead set on it because that’s your birthday, it’s amazing how he’s able to remember stuff like that after all this time.

I know it’s been a while since we talked, ever since you left I had to take over bird scout duties and just never had the time to sit down and write. Everyone’s been on edge. Y’know I still hold onto that jar of cinnamon sticks you gave me. Started chewing on them out of habit whenever the anxiety and dread was getting to my head. They taste just like home..

…

Um..

Papa told me he saw you again.

When he and a couple of the others were out on patrol with Mr. Leo and big sis Luci I mean COUSIN SERGEANT Luci haha, I think she’d resent me calling her that but I know she secretly adores me.

…

They said.. they said when they saw you you were.. already turned.

You knucklehead I guess that’s why you left in the first place but to leave without saying anything to anybody?! You know Uncle Mikey would’ve helped you like he did with the others that were infected. Or did you already know that it would’ve been pointless? Don’t you at least owe your own little sister a goodbye?! Dummy dum dumdum..

…

…

Papa thought he could somehow magically get through to you, y’know make you remember who you were before life went crazy.

I heard from Mr. Leo that Luci tried to stop Papa from acting like a idiot and getting himself killed. But she ended up getting hurt instead.

Bad.

…

…

Next thing Papa knew, you and Luci were on the ground, with only one of you moving. Judging by Mr. Leo’s face when I saw him come in, he looked very torn and distraught about a very tough call he had to make. I can already guess what it was he had to do. Cousin Luci is in rough shape but insists on rejecting any medical help saying it’d just be a waste of time and resources. Doesn’t she know we’re just trying to help her? The dumdum… Don’t tell her I called her that. I just don’t want to lose her too.

…

Papa said he could’ve sworn he saw a little smile on your face when he cradled you. Maybe that’s you finally realizing you’re not being controlled by those monsters anymore and can now be at peace knowing you can’t hurt anybody else. At least that’s how I see it. It must have been terrifying to go through that alone.

…

It’s not fair it’s not fair it’s not FAIR IT’S NOT FAIR

They said they couldn’t even bring your body back because of safety reasons and that it would put the base at risk of being tracked so I couldn’t even get to see you one last time!

I miss my big brother, I miss your dumb goofy smile, I miss us having bug eating competitions and laughing at you nearly choking on a beetle, I miss falling asleep on each other while watching tv, I miss seeing you chase after the raccoons with a broomstick whenever they raided our trash cans, I miss the dogs, I miss the taste of fresh fruit, I miss our HOME! I just want this nightmare to be done with. I’m just so.. tired..

…

Papa told me they at least gave him the chance to make a grave for you and to say his goodbyes. I should’ve been there with him saying them together.

He just looks so defeated and sad. I insisted to him that we at least put together a funeral service for you so the rest of us can say our peace.

…

It was nice.

Uncle Mikey and Bao combined their powers to transform the room into a beautiful recreation of a lush meadow full of butterflies and yellow daffodils while Mr. Tello played some lovely music he still had saved recorded in his tech. It was so tranquil it almost makes you forget for a second you’re in an apocalyptic hell scape.

I think you would've loved it.

…

…

Talk to you again soon and happy birthday you numbskull. I love you.

I miss you..

[unsoundedcomic]

Whumptober 2024 - 12 - "Starvation"

Your aunties and nannas, your sisters and grammas sent you to me, little eggs? Little eggs, to me? Well, I don't have time to draw in the dirt for you all the arteries of the underneath nor the roads of the world up above, but yes, I am Half Spear Flann, and I have walked both, and I have cut spiderpaws down by their shinbones and finished them at the throat.

Yes, that is the way to do it, little eggs. I'm here in your village to refill my flasks, to fatten my packs, and to lay close with your aunties and nannas, your sisters and grammas, to make more little eggs to kill more ugly spiderpaws, but yes, I am Half Spear Flann, and I will tell you the story of why that is my name.

Many years ago in the village of Small God Umyaralech, the salt dog that was the servant of the great salt lizard Shaensigin, I was only Flann, but there was not one better with the long spear than Flann. I could pin a beetle at a hundred paces, slay Redcaps by the dozen. The wanderers heard this and wanted me badly; wanted Flann to join their wandering along the shores of the Deep Hungry Sea.

I trained and packed, and waited for the wanderers to return to Umyaralech's village. I would leave with them and be a Man then. But long past the mating time, they still had not appeared. More time passed, and the Still Season was soon upon us. The wanderers had not brought meat, had not brought roots. The little eggs bawled and fussed, tired of only bug and saflesh on their plates. The Elders took up spears. They took up lanterns. They kissed the wet snouts of their little eggs and left, to travel themselves towards the hinters in search of the wanderers.

Then, one day, a strange light burned from the blackness outside the gates of Umyaralech. Little eggs thought it our elders and wanderers, and whooped and ran to greet them. But this light was not the blue of lymph nor the warm amber of fire. This light was the colour of sickness, and even the bagmoths would not circle it.

For this light was made by the evil spellery of Spiderpaws, and it poured into our village like plague.

Cutting shards flew as the enemy barked its spells. In pieces, the little eggs tumbled to the ground, heads cut from necks, arms cut from shoulders, tails cut from flanks. I took up my spear as our leaders let loose our traps. For we were not so far at the periphery, we of Umyaralech, that we had not heard tale of the ugly giants raiding inak lands in search of ogre bones and sparkling stones. So stones we gave them! Down carved chutes, boulders thundered from the dark, crushing the fragile bones that hold spiderpaws tall. They are very weak, the spiderpaws. Break the knees, shatter the legs. Their bared bellies are soft as pig wool, and their throats open at a touch.

Flann opened many throats that day, and the nannas were like beasts in defence of clutch and kin. Soon, only two spiderpaws remained there in our home. They looked around at the bloodied village that I think they had not expected to find so large, so angry, so hard. Upon the taller of them, three inak set, raking his back open so the white bones showed through the red and we all saw the thump! thump! thump! of his terrified heart! It thumps still! Don't pity the monster, but that long thought thumps still!

The last human was left to me. Towards my snout he flung his monstrous glowing paw but Flann was not afraid. I threw a body at him - small yellow Sarb, my dead friend, who could sing and braid so well - I threw her body, and the demon's spell bounced against it. I vaulted forward, to that soft and unguarded spot between the thighs, and plunged my spear high. Oh, his scream, little eggs. I was drunk on it, as with a cup of bitter aret juice I had enjoyed when the Fanare'she visited. I wanted more! Into his dancing body I twisted my spear head, again and again, until the shaft snapped, I could no longer feel my fingers, and there was no blue of me left beneath the coat of my enemy's red gore.

Yes, inak mine, yes. Always celebrate the death of evil! Draw it out and celebrate it! For it is rare, and it is precious, and you must not be ashamed to find it beautiful.

Weeks passed, and still no wanderers. Still no elders returned from the dark. We did not expect them to. Among the dead spiderpaws we'd found my Nanna's fine jewelled belt, and many of the wanderers ancient and holy blades. We knew they had died in glory and sacrifice. We knew they never again would return home to taste Shaensigin's salt nor embrace little eggs beneath the blue lymph of Tidalsong. Yet, we of Umyaralech would not starve, there, in the Still Season. We would live, and make new eggs, and one day kill more and more spiderpaws. Little eggs would become elders, and I, Half Spear Flann, would become a wanderer and gather more wanderers to me.

And so though there was no roasted fish on our plates then, nor crisp sea cotton nor pinchers nor salt dog, we ate well that Still Season. Spiderpaw flank is not so fine a meal, but it grows little eggs into inak men and inak elders, and if you have opportunity to taste it, my fierce ones, dig your fangs deep.

Now away from me! Go and make sport with the beetles and balls. But send your nannas hither! For the Dark is deep and cold, and Flann would take into it better memories than these red tales that make your young eyes glisten and gleam.

[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Shipping War - Bonus Poll

Not a single Luffy ship got past the second round, so we still gotta decide which one was the most popular of the 2 that made it to round 2.

LuSan art by @supernaturallyginger. Check out the original post here!

CobyLu art by @aroacejay. Please check out the original post here!

Propaganda under the cut.

Propaganda for Sanji x Luffy:

I don't think anyone is gonna bother denying the fact that WCI is literally just the plot of an otome isekai shoujo manga/manhwa. MC (main character) is treated like trash by family except for the 1 dead mom and 1 nice sympathetic supporter that can't do much of anything to help. MC escapes only to find themselves in an even worse situation somewhat of their own making, only to be swept off their feet by the ML (male lead) and saved, full damsel in distress style. Dramatic love confessions, crying in the rain, betrayal from an arranged marriage, it has it all.

Dude Luffy loves Sanji so so much like WCI is the best example and like you don't even really need to see the love as romantic if that bugs you but dudes. The first words out of the Luffys Shadow Possessed Oars was yelling for Sanji. He just loves Sanji so much and Sanji loves him too

The WCI arc in itself is mega SanLu propaganda. Luffy invaded an emperor’s territory, completely crashed a wedding, went up against Sanji’s evil science family, and got nearly beat to death by Sanji himself all in order to get Sanji back. Sanji offered his life to Kuma at thriller bark so Kuma wouldn’t kill Luffy. He pushed himself for 2 years all in order to get stronger FOR Luffy. Sanji feels sorry when he isn’t useful, the whole reason why he used the raid suit those few times was because he was thinking about getting stronger for Luffy, but realized that he didn’t want to become an emotionless monster like his family. Sanji broke down in tears at WCI when he tried to get Luffy to go away by fighting him. And then broke down in tears again when he ran back to Luffy and told him he wanted to go back home to the Sunny. No matter what Sanji cooks, Luffy always likes it and is proud to have him in his crew. Sanji is also one of Luffy’s “wings”, as stated by Robin! They’re both just so sweet and clearly care very deeply about each other.

Luffy saving Sanji on whole cake island got to me

[Insert everything that happens between them during WCI] how could I see luffy yelling about how he won't eat anything and will starve- LUFFY OF ALL PEOPLE- unless Sanji comes back and not ship them at LEAST a little. "Without you I can't become the pirate king" absolutely devastating cinema. Then Sanji laying out everything, in tears, and Luffy accepting it all and just saying, "well that's who you are" poetic. Final wci thing: luffy hearing judges bs about sanji and going "whyd he start listing all your good point" true love. This seems one sided but Sanji is also just as bad. "Which version of me do you prefer" anyone? They care SO MUCH about each other. Also Luffy loves to eat, Sanji loves to feed people, they're meant to be.

*gestures at the entirety of WCI* I mean that’s Love, they are Ride or Die, Luffy cannot become the pirate king without Sanji, whether that means physically because he needs Sanji’s support or just because being the pirate king means Luffy has everything he wants and what he wants is Sanji or both. And Sanji loves him just as much back! He’s his sun he’s his world…Luffy jump and Sanji’s too busy skywalking to bother asking how high. I just love them sm

Oda himself wrote the propaganda for this, Whole Cake Island just cemented lusan as canon. "I can't become Pirate King without you!" <- that's love baby

Propaganda for Luffy x Coby:

The first characters in the series who ever met and the first characters we as an audience met. Luffy is the whole reason why Koby is the character he is now and was the first to experience the “Luffy Effect”. Luffy is happy whenever he hears about Koby’s accomplishments and fully believes in his dreams even when Koby is a marine. Koby holds a very obvious bias towards Luffy (even if he is a pirate) and is the reason he learned to keep an open mind about pirates and the navy and what the meaning of Justice is. Koby’s admiration and flustered nature towards Luffy can definitely be interpreted as a crush. Koby is very ride or die for Luffy even in the face of people drastically more powerful than him (Akainu).

Coby is beyond gay for Luffy and he was the first person Luffy traveled with.

they are cute

Coby literally gets heart eyes and can't stop himself from piping up every time Luffy comes up in conversation that boy is SMITTEN. I don't know if Luffy understands but he knows Koby is one of his and that's good enough for me.

[miley1442111]

hi, this is so random but can you do a story for bucky barnes from marvel? Like something angsty with him and reader being separated and she's a hydra agent but it's kind of just before infinity war. Like she was frozen too because she was a scientist and seen as a threat but also an asset and now she's like 'the new winter soldier' since he escaped hydra and she doesn't remember him, but then she does?

Thank you! 💓💓💓💓💓

thank you for submitting this, this inspired me to open up a marvel category!

I'll always find you, doll.- b.barnes

a/n: this is a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)

summary: your mission to get a hard drive from the avengers compound can only go well, right?

pairing: buckybarnes x reader

warnings: general marvel topics, mind control, fighting, hospitals, reader being seen as 'dangerous', general angst.

Everything was so loud. The gunshots, the punches being thrown at you and the ones you were throwing back. You were fighting a teenager in a spider-suit. Somewhere in the back of your head, you knew that was wrong, but you couldn’t even access the memory of your name. Only your orders remained. Get the hard drive.

You had fought your way through Agent Romanoff, Spider-boy, Agent Rhodes, Bird-man, and Bug-man. Next up was Stark and Captain America. The others were either dead or unconscious. 

“You don’t have to do this, let us help you,” the Captain spoke, his shield at the ready. 

“And why would I do that?” You asked, taking your knife from the holster on your waist.

“Because we have Barnes,” Stark cut in. 

“Who the hell is ‘Barnes’?” You spoke, then threw the knife. It hit the Captain before he could dodge and it lodged itself in his arm. He let out a groan of pain and pulled it out, ready to fight again. Stark relied on his suit and attempted blasting you, but you were too quick, jumping out of the way. 

After a long back and forth between you and the two men, Stark got close enough to drug you, and everything went black.

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You woke up in a hospital bed with no recollection on how you got there. You rattled against the chains that held your hands, screaming for anyone. After a few hours of yelling, you realised no one was coming, and your body let itself sleep again.

You woke up again, to someone outside your room. 

“You have to let me see her!” A male voice. 

“No way Barnes,” Stark sighed. “She’s too dangerous like this. You’ll either set her off or make her angry-”

“She knows me,” Barnes shot back, cutting Stark off. 

“Oh, you mean the woman who flat out asked who the hell you were, that woman knows you?” Stark snarled. "we have bigger things to deal with, Thanos is coming!"

You stifled a groan at the throbbing pain in your muscles. You clearly had no medication, no IV, nothing.

“I'm well-aware of our current situation Tony. I'm also aware that some part of her knows me!” Barnes argued. “Just… let me see her, please. Even if she’s asleep. Please Tony, she’s my wife.”

Who the fuck was he talking about? 

Reich, Händler, Kohle, Regel, Atmosphäre, Markieren, Strafverfolgung, Haltung, Überfall, allmählich. 

Rich, dealer, coal, rule, atmosphere, mark, law enforcement, attitude, raid, gradually.

They played in your head like a pulsing mantra. You had never been one for speaking Russian, so you had German words. You hated the people that did this to you. The people that tortured you, the people that wiped your memories, the people that broke you. 

“Bucky, you’re going to end up killing yourself over this, don’t bother with her.”

Bucky. Your Bucky. 

Your Bucky was behind that door. Your husband. The man you loved so dearly before you were taken by Hydra. 

“Buck?!” you shouted, clarity pushing the fog in your brain away. You broke through your chains, the strength of the serum making it easy. “Bucky!” You screamed again, trying to get the door open. 

“Y/N?! Doll?!” He shouted back, opening the door. You launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms and legs around his torso in an all-consuming hug. “I thought you were dead,” he whispered into your neck as he hugged you. 

“I thought you’d never find me,” you sobbed into his neck. 

“I’ll always find you, doll,” he promised, holding you tighter. You pulled back a bit, tilting his head so you could kiss him. For the first time in 60 years, you kissed your husband. It felt good. His lips felt the same as they did on your wedding day. Yes, it was a quick wedding in a courthouse in 1942. Yes, most people thought that you were pregnant, or you were using him for army benefits. But none of it was true. You adored each other. You just couldn’t wait. You were so in love with each other.

“I love you,” you grinned against his lips, the kiss tasting of salty tears, though neither of you cared. 

“I love you too.”

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[crushedsweets]

can you tell us more about what Ben's life was like before his death?? (family, friends, and so on)(and what happened to them after his death bc oh sweet sweet angst)

ben was my gateway into creepypasta and i am living for your content of him (and your cp content in general) 😭🙏🏻

i havent thought TOO deeply about this actually!! so im gonna just spout what i HAVE thought about and see what i can build while im here!

as per usual, everything is in my AU; Creeped! info in my pinned if curious. CW in this post for murder, suicide, violence, the usual

ok. from the get-go i knew ben was gonna be an only child living in the suburbs. his parents would be pretty average folks, maybe his dad is a plumber and his mom is a secretary at a dentists office . . . he's a little spoiled, considering he's an only child. doesnt do chores, always getting electronics for holidays, most of his meals are made for him. i imagine his grandparents spoil him even more, as he's their only grandkid - something about him screams no cousins either... HES GOT NOBODYYY

i specifically imagine him living in a neighborhood like this. but with tons of toys hanging out on the lawn from when he was young and his parents are too lazy/busy to toss them. all rotting under the sun cuz hes stuck inside on his games

i imagine i has a small circle of friends at school... the type to go ride bikes after school to the corner store, buy hella soda and snacks, then ride home to go play video games.

he's def a bit dorky/geeky and doesnt have a lot of friends, just hangs around at school trading pokemon cards and failing his math tests and eating cheetos.

i think ben wouldve been 'just' missing for a while, but i think that his parents would have lost their minds. organized massive search parties, gone door to door with photos of ben pleading with everyone.

its fucked up but. im thinking. bens mom knocks on the door of the man who killed ben. the man is weird, a recluse, visibly uncomfortable the second he sees her face - she's been all over the news begging for ben to come home, after all. and theres a stench, and everything about this house is just Off and dirty and gross, and the entry way has a pile of boots and slippers and sandals just sitting around - all belonging to the man - but she notices a pair of awfully familiar sneakers.

i think it would be upsetting if she saw the shoes that she bought for ben, began to stammer, the man noticed, and he goes to attack her. she screams and freaks out and barely manages to get away, the man is freaking out and gets in his truck and goes to drive off, huge police-chase ensues, and the cops raid his house. i think the man would shoot himself before the cops could get him, something that would destroy bens family to no end.

while going through his house for evidence, theyd find ben's rotting corpse in the tub - dressed up in the link gear - alongside the majoras mask catridge. and theyd begin to find other remains around the house, all belonging to missing blonde teens around the county/state.

i think its obvious the sort of turmoil and strain this would have on his family(parents+grandparents), but it would be really tough on his friends too. theyre all freshmen in highschool and there would be a ton of rumors, distasteful jokes, etc at Ben's expense - partially from his own friends not knowing how to cope, partially from strangers.

and i dont think ben would be able to witness any of this grief as its happening. OBVIOUSLY he's dead, but his spirit is trapped in the same majoras mask cartridge that ends up getting stuck in evidence.

i think he'd eventually go back to watch all the interviews, news recordings, etc that he can find. and i think he'd try to pretend it doesnt bug him. he's so beyond shitty with his emotions, even as a human - super quick to make a joke out of everything, laugh it all off, in fear of being a 'pussy' or being vulnerable or getting made fun of. cuz he was the type to make fun of other boys for the same stuff. so yk. but the outlet he'd use for his emotions would be hurting people. tormenting, 'trolling', cyberbullying, haunting people all around the nation and driving them to murder, suicide, other things. generally being Evil and thinking its all just a joke. he cant take anything serious

i dont think he'd talk about his family to the creeps. and looking at him, nobody has a damn clue who he is or why he's like That. but he'd accidentally let his last name slip in a random convo, someone would be nosy enough to google it, and the news would quickly spread around the creeps and proxies who know him. not that theyd try and address it or something, but it would 100% leave everyone a little bit like. Oh. That's really sad. esp cuz they all thought he was just an annoying little asshole

[alicelufenia]

Thinking about the recent change to recruiting Minthara and how a lot of people may be disappointed to find her not at Moonrise for various reasons

I haven't done it myself, but several guide videos detail that it's still, kinda an exacting thing that doesn't quite fit normal gameplay flow.

UPDATE: I have since tested it out, and tl;dr, it works as described! See this post if you wanna skip to a successful recruitment, or read on to see how it works.

UPDATE 2: One last catch, if you do opt to knock out Minthara this way, DO NOT Long Rest afterwards unless the Kill the Goblin Leader quest has been flagged as complete. You can deal with Priestess Gut anyway you like, so long as the whole camp doesn't get alerted. Dror Ragzlin should be saved for LAST since his fight has the best chance of alerting the whole camp and will aggro a ton of goblins regardless. Make sure you can handle both Minthara and the Ragzlin horde without long resting in between.

1) Perhaps most crucially, you need to knock her out when she is Temporarily Hostile, a condition the game doesn't explain well at any point. Basically any time combat is initiated through dialogue enemies will not have this condition, will be considered "fully hostile", and knocking them out still flags them as dead. The way you get this condition is by committing "crimes" in line of sight of an NPC. If they are temporarily hostile, knocking them out and taking a Long Rest will reset their aggro to normal.

2) the most common ways people would LIKE to knock her out; after talking to her at the goblin camp, or even better, at the grove battle, both initiate combat through dialogue, making her fully hostile instead of Temporarily Hostile.

3) the Kill the Goblin Leaders quest still says she's dead even if you knock her out with the Temporarily Hostile condition, which feels like a bug. I haven't seen Halsin's new dialogue for resolving the conflict without killing the leaders, so maybe that would work as a soft confirmation that you successfully knocked her out. Regardless, if you try to complete the Kill the Goblin Leaders quest and draw aggro from the whole camp before knocking her out, Minthara will be fully hostile too.

4) so the way to knock her out is to attack the goblin near her, triggering a "you've committed a crime" response that puts her into Temporarily Hostile condition, and then knock her out. Which again, involves NOT TALKING TO HER when her dialogue would initiate Raid the Grove (since refusing triggers a fight), which if you already freed Liam, is THE FIRST TIME you talk to her

Also for Paladin players, remember killing NPCs who aren't aggro, even if they're "bad guys", will break your oath, so you need to non-lethal the goblin next to her too (any reinforcements that initiate combat on sight should be fair game tho) Dunno how that works with Vengeance, maybe they get a pass but I wouldn't risk it.

Please let me know if I am flat out wrong about any of this, I just wanted to get this topic out there because I know a lot of people (myself included) are looking forward to good playthrough minty recruitment, and I don't want people to fuck it up accidentally.

[mission--control]

Missing Moments with Durge: Sweet, Sweet Chaos There's currently a way to keep Karlach and even Wyll in an evil tav/durge run where you raid the grove: 1. Recruit Karlach, but don't recruit Wyll (optional on Wyll, works nicer this way) 2. Deal with Anders, go get your first and only upgrade. 3. Talk to Zevlor and offer to kill Kagha 4. Go choose to attack Kagha via dialogue (Karlach will have a +1 approval) and let the tieflings and druids kill eachotherun until it marks Save the Refugees as complete. 5. Jump Karlach into a chasm or off a bridge (If you have Wyll already recruited, him too) so you don't get an approval hit. 6. Have Withers watch their body, do not resurrect yet. 7. Talk to Minthara, explain the grove is pretty much dead, and then go to the grove and longrest. 8. After the goblin party, resurrect Karlach (if Wyllis not recruited, he will show up at camp on first long rest, otherwise resurrect him too) If you don't have the tieflings and druids duke it out and instead join Minthara's raid and betray the refugees, Karlach will leave party when you resurrect her. Keeping Karlach will bug out some of the intended bits from the party, such as Astarion's more scared sounding voicelines in the post romance scene that happens at night rather than daytime will be swapped for a daytime version which is more like the one where you save the grove, except one line when you agree to go back to camp after talking about his scars, and Volo will talk as though you saved the grove. Volo's talk will be your first indicator that you did it right. The downsides: you can't recruit Halsin, you can't successfully romance Karlach, and obviously the tieflings are dead so act 2 has 3 less things to do. Otherwise, enjoy your evil playthrough with a few more people, provided you can keep them around with approval.

[searsage]

Al-an: I really hated your fellow humans so i ripped your head off and killed them all while you were incompacited.

Also Al-an: Buuut… i also really have a debilitatingly intense crush on you and kind of desperately need you to reciprocate and maybe come back to my dead world so we can begin repo-

Robin:I really hate you and want you dead but your also the only bastard who knows where my sister is locked up..

Also Robin: …And your kind of hot in a crushed cockroach kind of way..

Al-an: Does this mean you are recepti-

Robin:-Sprays with raid bug spray-

[tumblingxelian]

Cortical Cocoon AU:

Actually, on the subject of food, how do you see various Imago going about getting it?

I mentioned the Infestigator setting up a dead drop or clandestine rendezvous with a delivery guy, or just going ahead and casually buying food like they don't probably have a warrant for all the hostage taking during their emergence.

But how do you see other Imago going about food acquisition?

Good question and hilarious mental images regarding the Infestigator.

"Well technically it was my human host who took the hostage not me." "That means you killed the man yourself after driving him crazy!" "We can't help how we're born." "So wait, are you that guy or a new guy?" "Excellent question! One you should perhaps also direct towards Miss Rossi . Normally I'd not interfere but Chameleons tend to eat insects you see."

As for other Imago, I think it'd depend a lot on their type, personality & obsessions, as well as how much destruction they are prone to cause on their own.

Like, Startrain probably has to grudgingly come back to earth and raids a space station to steal all the "space food" & takes off again.

Style Queen just orders the nearest server to bring her food and then maybe doesn't kill them if she thinks they did a tolerable job.

Princess Fragrance sends her loyal lovelies out to collect her food, or has her adoring attendants make her home cooked meals.

You get the idea.

Some of the more rational one's may even be willing to pay people!. Ya know, in theory, an autograph from Anti-Bug counts as money!

XD

[gofancyninjaworld]

how do you think saitama will take kusenos death in the manga

*DUSTS OFF OLD MAILBOX*

Ahem,

I'm sorry for being so outrageously late with my asks. I can't promise I'll get to everyone, but I'm going to try to answer 3-4 a day until the box is empty.

I'm hoping that the doctor doesn't die. I'll explain why I hold out this slender hope. ONE ran a (now very old) unpopularity poll for the OPM characters -- I believe this was before the manga launched. Dr Kuseno was the 7th most unpopular character and had him say that he'd hoped to be a semi-regular supporting character but appeared so seldom that it was laughable. Getting tragically killed (relevant TV Tropes entry here) was pretty much the only relevant thing ONE could do with the character.

Murata has helped ONE rectify that regret. By chapter 80, we already had more pages of Kuseno and more insight into him as a character than we get in the entirety of his existence in the webcomic. And since then, we've seen him *act* and not be afraid to take on great personal risk to retrieve Genos in person, while also being humble enough to seek to understand Genos's situation in the field.

If he's going to die, he better not do so without donning his battlesuit and cutting loose at least once! Anyway...

... something that's been bugging me has been the film that Saitama and Genos saw in the audio CD 'Saitama and the Mysterious Heroine.' There, Genos notes that the hero was hamstrung by his concern for his family when trying to do battle against an elusive organisation. It's felt horribly like foreshadowing. Leaving Kuseno alive wouldn't necessarily be the *kind* thing to do: a dead man needs nothing. A living man, whether abducted or wounded, would put a lot of psychological and practical strain on Genos... and ONE's been giving him broader shoulders in the manga. As if he's getting ready to drop some awful burden on him.

Which only now brings me onto your question. Saitama only got to meet the old man once in the webcomic, albeit he broke bread with him and thought well of him. In the manga, Saitama has gotten to meet him at least twice, once, when Kuseno came to his apartment, and once when he waited with Genos after the end of the Monster Association raid. Chances are Saitama went with them as there's no way Metal Knight would not have tried sweeping Saitama up for treatment for radiation poisoning without Genos's assurance that he'd take care of him. Saitama has been very comfortable with the old man, comfortable enough to consider asking him for favours, not to mention that he's made it clear that the old man is welcome to visit him.

Saitama will miss Kuseno directly, although he won't be able to help being moved by Genos's grief. It'd also bring back that thing that's been bugging him a lot in the manga, about what the value of a hero is. He wouldn't be losing his head but it'd add sharpness to his words and spice to his fist when confronting the persons responsible.

[xf-cases-solved]

S1E20: Darkness Falls

Case: You know it's gonna be a good time when our heroes have to take off their government office clothes and put on some survival gear. Similar to Ice—which we all know is a top tier episode—Darkness Falls sees Mulder and Scully on the hunt to discover what happened to a team of loggers that disappeared in Olympic National Forest up in Washington. (Spoiler alert: Bad things happened to the loggers.) After the discovery of one of the loggers inside of a gigantic bug cocoon—and after the ominous testimony and environmentalist rant of a random eco-terrorist raiding their base for food—our dynamic duo and their episode sidekick NPCs conclude that there's a serious pest control problem happening out there in the forest, and the only thing that will keep them safe is staying in the light. Good thing they aren't stranded, and that Mulder didn't give away all their extra fuel, and that they definitely have more than just one single lightbulb and a sputtering generator to get them through the night. Oh, wait. 😬

Mulder has weird sexual tension with an eco-terrorist; Scully has the Coat of All Time™️ (in my notes, I literally just have the word COAT written down and then underlined); a forest service marshal has had it up to here with these dumb treehuggers; and CGI is once again used liberally, this time to create fluorescent green bugs that suck you dry (and not in a fun way). Let's go on a nice trip to the forest! 

Does someone die in the cold open: Yes

Does Mulder present a slideshow: Yeah boi!

Does the evidence survive the investigation: Nah, the government is destroying that shit posthaste.

Whodunit: Old bugs

Convictions: None necessary

Did they solve it: Yes! Using Ice rules here. The evidence was technically destroyed, but they were able to solve the case before that happened. Also, that quarantine facility doesn't look like a fun time and I feel bad for them, so I'll toss 'em a bone.

[how do i determine if a case is solved? check the scale here: x]

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General Total Stats:

(green means stat has changed since last ep; red means new stat added to list)

Total Cases *Definitively* Solved So Far: 10 (streak restarted. it's fucking ping pong up in here)

Total Number of "Mulder/Scully, It's Me" Phone Calls: 1

Total Number of Times Scully Has Conveniently Not Seen Something Crucial: 5

Total Number of Times Mulder Has Been in Mortal Danger: 6

Total Number of Times Scully Has Been in Mortal Danger: 8

Total Number of Sexually Charged, Uncomfortably Intimate, and/or Flirty Moments Between Friendly Coworkers: 10

Total Number of Autopsies Scully Has Performed On Screen: 2 (she examines a dead body, but there's like, not rly a lot left to do an autopsy on even if she had the space to do it)

Total Number of Times Scully Plays Doctor: 2

Total Number of Times Mulder Talks to an Informant: 10 

Total Number of Times People Making Out in a Car Are Hurt or Killed: 2

Total Number of Nosebleeds: 4

Total Number of Times Mulder Has Tasted/Sniffed/Touched Something Questionable Without Following Proper Safety Procedures: 2 

Total Number of Times Someone Says "Trust No One": 1 

Total Number of Times Someone Says "I Want to Believe": 3

Total Number of Times Someone Says "The Truth is Out There": 1

Total Number of Cigarettes Cigarette Smoking Man Has Smoked: 2

Total Number of Maggie Scully Sightings: 1

Total Number of Lone Gunmen Sightings: 1

Total Number of Alex Krycek Sightings: 0 :(

Total Number of Times I Had to Look Up What State the Episode Takes Place in Even Though I Literally Just Watched It: 7½ (i wrote it down in my notes lmfao)

Total Number of Times I Had to Look at an Episode's Wikipedia Page to Fill This Out Because It Was Fucking Confusing and/or Too Boring for Me to Pay Attention: 5 (nah man, i love Darkness Falls)

[inactivewattpadauthor]

D'vorah x Reader: Roomates

"Shit." You tiredly mumbled as you dropped your keys, trying to unlock your front door. Finally, free from your long, draining shift, you enter your small house. Being greeted by the cozy scent and the carpet underneath your feet, you took a deep breath, finally eager to relax.

However, you must do something important: go eat. You're hungry.

Flicking on the switch to the dim light of the dining room connected to the small kitchen, you walked to the refrigerator to choose out your dinner.

Not having the energy to even use the microwave, you hummed in satisfaction as your eyes laid eyes on a simple paper bowl covered in foil at the top.

Grabbing the bowl, as well as a fork, you sat down at the dining table, slowly taking the foil off. Nothing as nice as a fresh sala-

"WHAT IN THE CONSULTATION OF THE ELDER GODS?!"

You immediately flipped your bowl of salad over as you saw something vile on it.... large maggots. Staring at them for a moment, trying to gather all your senses back, you yelled out:

"D'VORAHH!"

You heard a door open and the sound of scurrying that drifted close to your location. Standing there, angry and disgusted, hands on your hips, you waited for the culprit to show itself.

And there she was.

"Yes, Y/n?" The humanoid insect spoke to you with a noticeable annoyed tone due to your yelling.

Your eye twitched at the audacity for her to have that type of tone towards you, especially with what you just called her for.

"D'Vorah, tell me why your.... kids, or whatever the hell- What are they doing in MY food?! I told you to keep them outside."

D'Vorah blinked at you, seemingly not caring too much about your issue. "Did you consider your food has maybe spoiled?"

Giving yourself a face palm, you responded. "That was leftovers from just two days ago. Salad doesn't go bad that fast in a refrigerator!"

"This one doesn't know what to tell you then." She says and stands cross armed, not saying anything else.

"That one should've been left in that trap I found her in." You bickered to her.

"This one is not affected by your words."  D'vorah scoffed.

"Whatever- Just keep your critters outside, or that's where you'll be staying." You threatened.

"This one's natural habitat is outdoors. Your threat is nothing."

"Oh, then why don't you leave then if you're going to be perfectly fine out there. Especially if there's a lottt of people from different realms that want you dead for whatever reason."

(Insert scenes where D'Vorah killed Mileena/Scorpion/Baraka)

D'Vorah hisses at you in response before getting on all fours and scurry back to the room you gave her.

"That's what I thought."

Don't be bewildered, D'Vorah could absolutely floor you and use your body as a nest for her kind, but she couldn't kill a decent being that rescued her before she got caught (this is probably inaccurate).

And it's not like you're any sort of threat to her, as long as you don't have the Raid spray in your hand.

You allowed her to live under your roof, and it definitely hasn't been 100% pleasant to have a literal bug lady as a roommate.

For example, you tried teaching her chores. You know how flies will spit on their hands to clean them? Never let D'Vorah do the dishes... but hey, she can fly and dust the places you can't reach.

Also, there was once a time, when you weren't home, someone broke in and tried stealing your TV or something. D'Vorah chased them right out.

She definitely is some quirky roommate anyone could end up with, but you're safe... as long as she doesn't leave poison somewhere.

[amononymous]

Silence Patch

During the mission, [reader] is wounded.  Their partner, Hank, tries his best to heal them.

Hank x Reader

tw// Wounds, violence. 

Another day.  Another mission.  As heard by the ear-shattering sounds of the gunshots fired by the agents.  Bullets pass through.  Hank swiftly dodges every bit of them while sprinting.  Letting his katana penetrate one agent.  Then slashing one after another.

You’re behind Hank watching the performance unfold.  Resisting all the urges not to show how amazed you are.   This is Hank they’re seeing in action after all.  Seeing him fight… how would that not be amazing?!

The blood dances in the air as you watch.  Your eyes try to retain focus on Hank’s ability and for any other surviving agent you can shoot down.  

Before you knew it, Hank cleared all enemies in this very room.  The room consists of iron odor, causing you to crinkle your nose.

“Alright, let’s move.” The airy, deep voicesnaps you back to reality.  Hank is glaring at you, waiting for an answer.

“Right… Gotta stay focused,”  you nodded.  “I really gotta stop making you do all the killing though.”

Hank stops dead on his track as his attention pans to what you said.  “Elaborate?” 

“Well… we’re paired together for this raid after all.  Would suck if you did all the killing while I just watched.”

Hank remains silent.  Perhaps trying to process what you’re trying to say.

“What I mean is that, I’m your partner right? So why not make me feel like one?”

“[Reader], I get it,” Hank interrupted.  “I’m not stupid.”

“Oh?”  [Reader] took a pause.  “Well, do I get to be in action now?”

“You can.  The agents are all mine if you fail to take them down swiftly.”

“But you always kill them so fast?!”

“Not my problem.”

Without batting an eye.  Hank hears a light clinking noise on the ground.  Before glancing at the source.

“A flashbang?!” Hank immediately closes his eyes upon noticing it.

“Wait what-” you bat your eyes in response to this.  Next thing you know, the loud sound caused you to shut your eyes and cover your ears.  The ringing noise produced from the flashbang was all you could hear.  Your eyes are teary as you try to wipe off the numbing blindness.

Afterimages.  That was all you could see.

What followed was muffled sounds of gunshots.  The weird feeling on your cheek starts to irritate you.  

It’s like you’re in a big room.  Your legs don’t know where to step and all you could hear were constant noises.  Like balloons popping on the other side of the room.

Where are you?  Which way did you come from?  Where’s the sound coming from?

Few seconds later.  Your eyelids open up slowly when all the sounds die down.  Your eyes focus on the first thing they meet.  Hank.

Placing his palm on his forehead.  He investigates the whole room for any other hidden ambush lying beyond the door.  Seems like the room is thoroughly dyed with more crimson and aureolin yellow.

“Didn’t see it coming did you?”  Hank taunted.  “Really should’ve watched yourself.  You were one step away to The Other Place.”

“How would I have seen that?!” You growled.  “And you know how fast these things set off!”

“Doesn’t matter, get going.”  Hank then took a pause after finally taking one good look at you, before pointing at his own cheek.  “Something’s on your face.”

Hank then urgently walks up to you and starts glaring something at your left cheek.

Before you realized it.  You felt this stinging pain continuously irritating you as you felt your cheek.  The moist feeling was enough to alert you.  Seeing the streak of red on your fingers was the next reason why.

“How did this happen!?”  You gasped, letting your fingers rub against the fresh wound.  “Ugh, no wonder it was bugging me.”

“Who knows?  Perhaps from the ambush?”  Hank said. 

“Ow ow! Now it’s starting to hurt more now!”  You sighed.  “Great, as if this couldn’t get any worse.”

As you grumbled trying to hide the wounds from plain sight.  Your eyes widened as you felt this aggressive grip on your wrist.  Hank was eager to observe the cut resting on your face.

Few seconds pass by.  Nothing but silence.  Your heart could jump out any time with the tension lingering in the air. 

Finally letting go of your wrist.  Your eyes start fixating on Hank as he rummages the inside of his coat, soon displaying a medkit.

“Huh?”  you acknowledged.  “You carry those around?”

Hank remains silent as you hear tools being put out and hit the ground.  The clinkling sounds echoed in this desolate room.

“Stay still.” Hank directed.  

Confused, you closed your eyes letting your body relax as Hank slowly inches closer at you.  Your ears pick up Hank’s breathing.  It was steady, muffled and tickles you a bit.  

Trying your best not to move a muscle, you try to scrounge for some self control.  Breathing fully to try and calm yourself.  

But then again, the situation at hand makes it hard not to break character.

Hank lets the cotton ball soak in a few drops of rubbing alcohol.  Before extending his arm to let the cotton ball interact against the wound.  To which you flinch in response.  

“Ahh! Didn’t mean to flinch there!”  You gasped.

You glance at Hank. Nervousness streaks your body as Hank remains silent.

After a couple of breaths, you close your eyes again, letting Hank resume his process.

The stinging feeling of the rubbing alcohol causes your body to tense up.  You can feel some of the liquid content dripping down your face.  Not only that, but Hank’s glove is tickling you a little bit.  You feel the plastic-like, waxy surface rubbing your chin in a circular motion.  You felt the same rubbery feeling rub against your cheek, wiping off any excess liquid given off the cotton ball.

All you can feel and hear is your own heartbeat.  Each beat can only go faster as time passes on.   Your heart could really jump out any second.

All of this is giving you a sense of deja vu.

The sense of the past.  Sitting up, you were on the medical bed looking around for anything that piques your interest.

While stable, the room was muted.  All you can hear as of now is your breathing.  Letting the chemical odor linger inside your nostril as the minutes go by.

Eventually, the footsteps echo in the medical room.  Shifting your attention to the distinct sound, your eyes locked onto Doc.

The burning sensation, the little drop of rubbing alcohol running down your skin.  Gritting your teeth, all you could do is do what was instructed by Doc.  “Don’t move.”

A moment of peace but also a bit of tension as you let Doc disinfect your wound.

“That feeling…  Did Hank learn this from Doc?”

You don’t doubt that thought.  As you can recognize some of the techniques Hank is putting into treating you.  All you can defer from the both is their preciscions.  Hank is a bit more improper in handling this than Doc.  You can tell he has less experience in doing so.  

Strangely… you feel at peace.  After the initial bloodshed brewing earlier, all that’s leftover is the peaceful atmosphere persisting within you.  It’s like relaxing at a beachside.  Watching the sunset while the breeze softly brushes you.

All within that moment, you can tell Hank’s putting in some care.  His rough fingers brush against your cheek as he puts the bandage on, finally covering up your cut.

Steadily you open your eyes and see Hank tilt his head.  His eyes focused on the bandage as his thumb pressed against the corner, ensuring it was airtight. 

“There.  Should be good,”  Hank stood up, extending his arms to stretch his muscles.

Frozen for a second, you feel the bandage.  Content grows within you as your eyes widen over the gesture Hank did.  Your heart warms up.  Still a bit surprised over this but contented as you felt like you won something in life. 

“A-ah… thanks!”  you extolled.  “I’m already feeling better by the second!”

“Good.” Hank glances at you, checking you up and down for anything else he should look out for, before looking back at you.  “Let’s go.”

“As straightforward as ever.”  You sighed.  “Well, you’re right.  Let’s go.”

You let Hank take the initiative as you walk behind him.  Looking around to make sure the same thing doesn’t happen again.  

“Make sure it doesn’t happen again.”  Hank continues to walk without batting an eye on you.

“Huh?”  it took you seconds to process what he said.  “Umm… don’t worry.  I’ll be careful.”

“Good.”  Hank said. 

Both of you kept walking, readying your weapons for any danger that lies ahead.

You already wished the tranquil moment with you and Hank lasted longer.

But oh well, maybe at least seeing that side of Hank was enough to fill you with delight.

[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Shipping War - Round 2 Side C

Lusan art by @supernaturallyginger. Check out the original post here!

Propaganda under the cut.

Propaganda for Sanji x Luffy:

I don't think anyone is gonna bother denying the fact that WCI is literally just the plot of an otome isekai shoujo manga/manhwa. MC (main character) is treated like trash by family except for the 1 dead mom and 1 nice sympathetic supporter that can't do much of anything to help. MC escapes only to find themselves in an even worse situation somewhat of their own making, only to be swept off their feet by the ML (male lead) and saved, full damsel in distress style. Dramatic love confessions, crying in the rain, betrayal from an arranged marriage, it has it all.

Dude Luffy loves Sanji so so much like WCI is the best example and like you don't even really need to see the love as romantic if that bugs you but dudes. The first words out of the Luffys Shadow Possessed Oars was yelling for Sanji. He just loves Sanji so much and Sanji loves him too

The WCI arc in itself is mega SanLu propaganda. Luffy invaded an emperor’s territory, completely crashed a wedding, went up against Sanji’s evil science family, and got nearly beat to death by Sanji himself all in order to get Sanji back. Sanji offered his life to Kuma at thriller bark so Kuma wouldn’t kill Luffy. He pushed himself for 2 years all in order to get stronger FOR Luffy. Sanji feels sorry when he isn’t useful, the whole reason why he used the raid suit those few times was because he was thinking about getting stronger for Luffy, but realized that he didn’t want to become an emotionless monster like his family. Sanji broke down in tears at WCI when he tried to get Luffy to go away by fighting him. And then broke down in tears again when he ran back to Luffy and told him he wanted to go back home to the Sunny. No matter what Sanji cooks, Luffy always likes it and is proud to have him in his crew. Sanji is also one of Luffy’s “wings”, as stated by Robin! They’re both just so sweet and clearly care very deeply about each other.

Luffy saving Sanji on whole cake island got to me

[Insert everything that happens between them during WCI] how could I see luffy yelling about how he won't eat anything and will starve- LUFFY OF ALL PEOPLE- unless Sanji comes back and not ship them at LEAST a little. "Without you I can't become the pirate king" absolutely devastating cinema. Then Sanji laying out everything, in tears, and Luffy accepting it all and just saying, "well that's who you are" poetic. Final wci thing: luffy hearing judges bs about sanji and going "whyd he start listing all your good point" true love. This seems one sided but Sanji is also just as bad. "Which version of me do you prefer" anyone? They care SO MUCH about each other. Also Luffy loves to eat, Sanji loves to feed people, they're meant to be.

*gestures at the entirety of WCI* I mean that’s Love, they are Ride or Die, Luffy cannot become the pirate king without Sanji, whether that means physically because he needs Sanji’s support or just because being the pirate king means Luffy has everything he wants and what he wants is Sanji or both. And Sanji loves him just as much back! He’s his sun he’s his world…Luffy jump and Sanji’s too busy skywalking to bother asking how high. I just love them sm

Oda himself wrote the propaganda for this, Whole Cake Island just cemented lusan as canon. "I can't become Pirate King without you!" <- that's love baby

Propaganda for Sanji x Usopp:

PLEASE they are so great for the needs love/gives love dynamic because it goes both ways.

My fav somewhat rare pair. I specifically love on skypiea when Sanji sacrifices himself to save Usopp from Enel. (And of course the scene when they wake up from their injuries holding hands!!!!)

It is simply the best Sanji ship I’m afraid

Consider: they cute

[sooniebby]

How would you’re ocs’ react to a reader who sees a spider or a cockroach or whatever and runs to the oc for help since the reader has a really big irrational fear of spiders? Wanted to know bc bugs scare the living crap out of me 😭

Mikey — boy he’s screaming too. Yall both gonna be screaming until someone kills it

Yubin — he’d let his cat kill it

Xavier — also screaming and not being helpful at all

Kimura — he’d just step on it and then sweep up the evidence

Yichen — he’d catch it and release it back outside

Yuta — killing it immediately. He hates bugs

Eun Jae — he’d panic at first and then spray it to death with raid or bug spray until he knows it’s dead

Keita — he cries, then finally sprays it to death

Vincent — he was the designated bug killer for his family so he’ll be killing it with ease

Riki — he’d scream, then kill it with a sneaker