#siganture

[kamimint]

Woa. Beta Teru upon ye

[gladiatorcunt]

HALLELUJAH

[dandybones]

there's this creator on instagram that makes full crocheted head to toe cosplays and its the sickest thing I've ever seen. it's made me inspired to crochet a draculaura cosplay.......

[captn3]

ACHT AND PAUL ARE ON TEAM PAST WITH THEIR SIGNATURES NEXT TO EACH OTHER 😭

https://twitter.com/fishhjuice/status/1834404404344115632

edit: according to the latest artbook the signature thought to be acht here is actually karla's, classic event of twitter having misinformation and i am sorry for spreading it orz

for more detailed info: the signature originally thought to be karla's is kuze's, the siganture originally thought to maybe be kuze's is tachi's, and the one thought to be nishida's is in fact nishida's! dont have time to see if theres any other mistakes in this edit

[microphonebully]

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[millie-multifics]

Though I Yearn • Part 1

Masters of the Air

Secret Admirer x Reader

A string of anonymous letters causes a stir at Thorpe Abbotts. Who could be the author of the tender correspondence you have been receiving?

Warnings: Secret Admirer (could be cute, could be creepy, depends on how you see it.), Reader is part of the Red Cross Girls, Spoilers, possible mentions of injuries, death and warcrimes.

Word Count: ~1.2k

Masterlist Next Part

x x x

Thorpe Abbotts was abuzz before the sun peeked above the horizon. Many of the personnel had been busy throughout the night while the men who would be in the planes got as much rest as their minds and bodies would allow. You were amongst those who had been working through the early morning hours, preparing the Clubmobile to serve fresh donuts and hot coffee that were intended to carry the men through their dangerous and lengthy mission.

Helen stepped into the truck, a small stack of letters piled on top of the supply box in her grip. She set the box down on the chair in the corner, seperating the letters adressed to you from the ones adressed to the few other Red Cross ladies. “Early mail delivery.”

“Must be for morale, first combat mission for many of the men today.” You easily recognized the printing on the first envelope, a letter from back home just like the ones you had recieved every week since arriving to Thorpe Abbotts. The second envelope was unusual, void of a return adress and stamp, only your name was scrawled across the front. You gently peeled open the envelope, unfolding the sheet of paper to read the message inside.

“During our first encounter your presence washed over me like the English rain, soothing and all consuming. You have captured my attention and selfishly, I must admit that I don’t want you to ever let it go.”

The letter had no siganture or name to identify who had written it, only a creased bottom corner and a small coffee stain in the middle of the mostly empty sheet. You didn’t recognize the handwritting but admittedly, you had not seen the writing of the majority of personnel at Thorpe Abbotts. Your brain spun, shuffling through as many first encounters as your mind would allow but it was overwhelming, there were so many possibilites… too many possibilities.

“Everything alright?” Helen asked, her eyes glancing to the letter clutched tightly in your hands, worry creasing her brows. She hoped everything was okay at home, it was everyones nightmare to recieve bad news from home while being on a whole other continent, so close to a raging war.

“Oh,” You quickly folded the letter, tucking it back into its envelope. “Yes, everything is fine.”

You were sure Helen was skeptical, feeling her eyes following your movements as you tucked both letters into your coat. The men trickling out from their quarters was enough to distract both of you from the coffee stained paper.

“I don’t recall such a welcoming committee when I arrived.”

The sudden voice behind you had been startling, you turned to find the handsome Major leaning against the open window of the truck.

“I do recall being in this very spot while you rushed right passed, Major.” You sent the man a polite smile, adding to the stack of paper coffee cups, “Surely you were focused on the business at hand.”

“That must have been it, I’d like to think I would have introduced myself otherwise.“

You were thankful for the roar of planes flying overheard, the arrival of his men drew his attention away from the heat pooling in your cheeks. “That is my cue. Enjoy your day, ma’am.”

The soldiers came in waves, stumbling across the clubmobile on their way to settle in. Many men lined up for the provisions you offered; hot coffee, fresh donuts, cigarettes, the newspaper and even the occasional magazine.

You sent the next in line a smile, one nearly tripping over his own boots as his friend nudged him forward. “Gentlemen, what may I offer you today?”

The dark haired soldier leaned on the window ledge that seperated you, sending you what you could only assume to be intended as a charming smirk. “If a ‘gentle’ man is what you are looking for, then that is what I shall be.”

It certainly had not been the first attempt at flirting you had experienced in the day, but generally the men had kept it tame, calling you pretty in some way or asking to take you for a harmless drink. You let your distaste for the comment show on your face, choosing to adress the amused man at his side.

“May I offer you anything?”

“Just two cups of coffee and cigarettes, thank you.”

You placed only one cup of black coffee on the ledge along with the requested cigarettes, offering a polite smile. “When your friend learns how to speak to women respectfully then he may make requests. Welcome to Thorpe Abbotts.”

Your eyes briefly found those of the dark haired man, his mouth slightly agap with your words before he was pulled out of the line by his now laughing friend.

The line faded quickly, the men moving along to find their Quarters to settle in as soon as they were served. The coffee urns were empty, only a single cup of black coffee leftover from the gallons that had been brewed. Helen had just began to clean when the last few men to arrive wandered through. You had heard through whispers that one plane had been seperated from formation, missing in the clouds. It had flown overhead a short time ago and you assumed these were those lost men. Most passed without stopping for a treat, settling in on the forefront of their minds but one staggered up to the open window.

“Anything left?”

“I’ve always got extra cigarettes or the newspaper on hand, one last cup of coffee if thats what you’re looking for.”

The solider accepted the lone paper cup, sniffing the bitter liquid before taking a large gulp. The boldness helped relieve the putrid smell of vomit from his nostrils. It was fragrent on the plane because his navigator was unable to control his air sickness, but the scent seemed to stuck in his nose as it was still the only thing he could smell, until the coffee anyway.

“You got any gum?” He asked, glancing over his shoulder at two men who were busy chatting amongst themelves. You slide a small package of mint gum across the ledge, watching as stalked toward the two soldiers, throwing the gum to the dark haired one without more than a simple ‘Heads up’.

Your first encounters with many of the men circled your mind as you lay on your bed, the letter once again clutched between your fingers. Major Egan, Douglass and Blakely, Hambone, Crosby and Bubbles, Curt and Dickie. Your first interactions with many of the soldiers were friendly introductions, none had stuck out to you as anything other than kind or mildly flirty.

He had never intended on you reading the letter, it had been written in a futile attempt to rid you from the forefront of his mind. He surely wasn’t a fool, you were far too good for a man like him but he had been completely taken by your warm presence. Unable to ease the yearn he felt for you, anchoring deeper every morning when you happily served what the military had insisted to be coffee.

It may have been a presumptious move on his part but he just couldn’t help himself.

He had snuck the letter into the mail carriers bag when he was delivering letters to the men as they ate was being labelled as ‘breakfast’.

x x x

Tags: @canyousmelltheflowers

[dr-james-wilson-oncologist]

House loves you. He made you a love letter. *gives you love and sweet letter*

…This is obviously faked. House’s handwriting doesn’t look like this. His ‘L’’s are done from bottom to top, not top to bottom, and his signature is off. Also, he never signs letters with his siganture.

[pitty-aegis-parlor]

ENOUGH WITH THIS PETTY QUABBLE! NONE OF YOU WILL BE ALLOWED TO SPILL BLOOD OUTSIDE OF THE ARENAS!

You don’t know how happy I am that you’re here Master Hand!

Oh boy, we’re REALLY in it now.

[Once more Corrin and her family return]

Wait huh? Who are YOU!? Are you...dead?

[abimee]

scrapped but another sketch of the girl from my unamed alice in wonderland transformative work

to give some background on her, her name is also Alice but her being named that is unrelated. I was also considering Sally, so perhaps Alice is a fake name. Alice/Sally is an unknown age in reality (havent chosen yet, but probably a teenager/young adult) but takes on the form of herself when she first experienced her trauma that changed her life, around the age of 9-11 (the timeframe is wonky). her most siganture look is the stockings she likes to wear

she meets Alice in Wonderland after appearing in it and finding Alice without her head. Alice claims she was beheaded by the Queen, and wants her body back, so Alice/Sally carries her in her dress to retrieve her body.

[alteredsilicone]

Fashionframe - Viri style!

A bunch of frames in Viri's siganture palette.

[slidersbabygirl]

Meltdown rarely talks to Slider anymore. She's of the belief he's ashamed after she and Menace crashed trying to avoid Phoenix and Bob's jetwash. In reality, Slider was amongst the chain of command for the mission and specifically made the fallback call in a selfish attempt to protect his daughter and son-in-law. The disfiguring scars across her and her WSO's faces and bodies make it impossible for him to look at either of them for very long.

Menace doesn't blame his wife for the accident and often finds himself cooling her signature meltdowns before they begin. Though his face was mostly spared, various deep scars mar his arms and torso. Though their relationship is already a secret to all but three of the Daggers, Meltdown's late night flashbacks are only known to him.

(BONUS: Menace face reveal! Also a little picrew showing the WSO working his siganture soothing skills)

[mercury-and-scry]

HAIII MERC!!!!

I hope you like furries, cuz i sure did(and do).

Is it alright i give you more than one and then you can pick out the one you think would be the most fun? :)

I hope it is cuz that's what i'm doing now

(i also deleted all my sigantures because omg deadname </3)

Look at this eyesore!

Woowwwww lioness dragon!!!! She's so ugly!!!

This is the newest one (2018)

Do whatever you want!!! Hope you have fun!! (you also have my free reign to gender swap them if you want, as they are all kind of me and well... gender things. But also if you wanna keep them girls have at it!!!)

Byeeeeeeeeeee

sorry this is a lil messy, I've been busy and a lil burnt out :,) but nothing will stop me from drawing big sexy dragon.

[captainfontinaricotta]

Just a tiny bit of propaganda for Yamper, it’s Siganture Ability is Ball Fetch. So, I’m picturing Majima hitting a ball and his Yamper fetching it so one of his boys could pitch it again.

[residentevil-4]

I like Siganture 2022 Cleo, mostly cuz she easily has one of the best faces a G3 doll has had but if it weren't for the concept art we got I would have never guessed her dress is actually a blazer.

thats actually insane to me, that does not come across well... but it does make the concept sooo much cuter. when everyone was making a stink about the design changes i never understood why people disliked this. imo it was an upgrade but even if you liked cleos old designs it was at least on par with them

also it makes it cuter that she has a corporate aesthetic to go with her ghoulfriends preppy aesthetic... clankie real

[lelouch]

Es que mira, Moni... Cleo es muchas cosas, icónica, reina, bisexual... pero lo que no es pues para nada suertuda en sus Siganture.

No voy a decir que mi niña es flopera pero yo nunca diría que tiene de las mejores signature... eso sí...

La nueva Student... está sí es Cleo de Nile, la reina de Monster High. Fácil su mejor muñeca Signature.

SIIII la vdd a mi me gusta su signature, cuando salió MH estaba obsesionade con el Antiguo Egipto y me encantaba su outfit pero la nurva Core me encanta más

[tobiasdrake]

One last time: Arise, Mystery Labyrinth!

So. Game plan: Murder. Murder is the game plan. I want to kill Makoto for revenge.

Makoto is a homunculus and therefore cannot be killed by any means that we know of. He will regenerate from anything, demonstrably up to and including Shinigami's soul reaping, after one day.

So I'm going to cut off his head, put it in a small metal box, and then hurl that box into the ocean. Then his immortality can be his problem, not mine.

Yes, I am that angry.

Aww, we're reminiscing about all the murders we've committed together. :') We really have come a long way. We painted this city pink. Kanai Ward doesn't know what hit it.

In, uh, more ways than one, even.

Yuma has learned nothing from Vivia. Which is to be expected, given that Yuma won the philosophical battle with Vivia in the previous Labyrinth.

Wonder what Makoto's doing during this time. We left him up in the real world. I assumed he wanted to enter the Mystery Labyrinth but there's a non-zero chance he's taking advantage of the time-freeze to do something up there instead.

Something Something Mystery Labyrinth nonetheless remains the most likely.

...

Y'know, about the metaphysics of the labyrinth.

Shinigami's told us that if we can't solve the mystery, eventually we'll fade away and become a phantom that haunts this place forever. Trapped in the labyrinth for all time.

She's also mentioned that there exists a way to escape the labyrinth without solving it.

I wonder if we could Something Something to bail on this labyrinth before completing it, and leave Makoto stranded here?

Even Yuma's starting to realize that whatever Makoto's game-plan here is, it's the whole reason he was given the Book of Death and sent to Kanai Ward in the first place. This is the endgame that everything's been building to.

Starting with the most basic.

It's hard to make out, but it asks what caused Amaterasu and Kanai Ward's development. The answer, of course, is that Amaterasu was engaging in homunculus research as part of a contract with Unified Government. Though UG was also operating their own, better homunculus labs.

Turns out that offering a public option for homunculus development resulted in much more affordable and higher quality undying counterfeit humans than the private sector's profit motives could achieve. Imagine that.

Pretty much every mystery about the Secret of Kanai Ward relates back to the homunculus experiments. Yuma, you are in for a trip.

That old cliche of "The military was performing evil experiments to develop super-soldiers."

It's serviceable as answers go but kinda lame.

Hold up, Real Yuma? The fuck is Real Yuma doing here? Mystery Phantoms take on the form of people who are trying to conceal the truth of the mystery.

If Real Yuma is here, then that raises a ton of new questions about who he is, why he keeps running into us and then dashing off, and what his weird-ass repeating ramen shop is about.

Hm. Y'know he did say that he first tried to recreate the flavor of KANAI WARD SIGANTURE MEAT BUNS but then that was a bust so he went off and did culinary magic to create his fantastic dish. We should not discount the possibility that he's, like, legitimately running an awesome ramen shop. Like. Maybe that is actually the game he's playing.

Maybe Real Yuma's out there trying to find a source of nutrition that can satisfy homunculi without having to eat human flesh?

I dunno. Spitballing.

Okay, so not Real Yuma, then. Yuma, are you concealing the truth of this case?

...well, I suppose if Real Yuma is actually the real Yuma, this would also make sense. At this point, I'd assumed that name was little more than an artifact of a dead theory that I've still been using for lack of anything else to call him.

I wasn't expecting sitcom shenanigans to be the tone for the Final Mystery Labyrinth but I'm here for this. XD I hope this is Real Yuma and not a manifestation of Yuma's own subconscious because that would make this a full-on Wacky Misunderstanding.

More likely, however, this is the part of Yuma that subconsciously wants to shield Kurumi from knowing. In the back of his mind, he's realized what she is. It'd be hard to deny after the way the sunlight affected her.

When we learned that the meat buns are made with soylent green, Yuma wouldn't let Kurumi go in there and see it for herself. He insisted on moving along and outright lied to her, saying there's nothing of interested through that door. Despite his "I WILL REVEAL THE TRUTH" declarations, his actions have demonstrated a reluctance to let Kurumi know these dark secrets.

This ties directly into Yakou and Vivia's final talks. Is revealing the truth to Kurumi the right thing to do? That's something Yuma's probably struggling with, resulting in this particular Phantom manifesting.

And his name is Makoto Kagutsuchi. Created from the DNA of the "world's greatest mind", Number One. We can't stick our heads in the sand and pretend homunculi aren't real. Not if we're going to solve the Ultimate Secret of Kanai Ward.

Huh. That's the clocktower from the Nail Man killings. I wonder if this Labyrinth is going to take the form of every crime we've investigated up to this point? Sounds like a typical Final Dungeon thing to do.

Number One of the World Detective Organization, of course. Whose real name is, itself, probably Makoto Kagutsuchi. Everyone knows him only as Number One so his homunculus wouldn't need to take on a fake name.

He's using the WDO to solve crimes around the world and then abducting the culprits. Then he's bringing them to Kanai Ward, to fill the meat buns and keep the homunculi fed and rational.

Okay, I want a Shinigami Mystery Phantom now. Because she is freaking out about the fact that we fingered Number One as the source for the UG homunculus's DNA. She aggressively does not want to talk about this particular topic. Despite having been so gung-ho about "Woo hoo let's solve every mystery!" since we've known her, this is a rabbit hole she refuses to go down.

She's always been dodgy about Number One, as well as about her history with the WDO. It may even relate to the contract itself that Yuma has with her, the details of which she's been similarly cagey about.

Oh, it was the worst. Lab exploded. Feral homunculi, exposed to sunlight, went berserk and killed e-v-e-r-y-o-n-e. While the UG was patting themselves on the back for producing Makoto, Huesca's rushed experiment proved thoroughly disastrous.

Working under crunch conditions is not conducive to manufacturing the best possible product. Too strict of deadlines easily results in cut corners and unsatisfactory product development.

A total rush job that Huesca masterminded under pressure to beat UG to the first successful homunculus. Turns out, competition doesn't always encourage people to bring their A-game.

Mass blood draws of every civilian in the city, so they could make a homunculus for every single person here.

Terrible idea. Huesca went for quantity over quality because he's a dipshit.

That's where they got the gene samples. Amaterasu created a corresponding homunculus to every single person in Kanai Ward. Except Kurumi's grandfather and the handful of others in his circle of friends, who dodged the "blood tests" due to well-founded but tragically ironic suspicion towards Amaterasu.

Yuma's taken a critical step towards piecing together the true horror of this situation.

Not just an effort, Yuma. They succeeded. Horrifyingly.

UG found a perfect candidate to create a single exceptional homunculus. Meanwhile Huesca, in a panic, threw up his arms and went, "FUCK IT. We'll mass-produce homunculi with EVERY GENE SAMPLE WE HAVE and then see which ones stick."

That's what they mean when they keep saying that Huesca rushed the project. Instead of taking his time to calmly assess gene samples and look for viable DNA like UG did, Huesca impatiently created an army of ravenous immortals that feast on human flesh.

The more I learn about Huesca, the less remorse I have over helping Yakou stick him in the back. And I started at none. I have negative remorse right now.

This does raise a question: Did they get a successful specimen? We can be reasonably sure that Makoto is the UG homunculus. But if viability of DNA is the main problem that resulted in the defects then one has to wonder if Huesca did, strictly by spamming probability, pull off a win nonetheless.

Could there be a non-defective Amaterasu homunculus?

Yuma, maybe? Halara was speculating earlier that Yuma's Forte may be related to immortality. That felt, at the time, like foreshadowing. It could be that Yuma, like Makoto, is a successful homunculus with all of the immortality and none of the drawbacks.