#so its decided to mutate on its own i guess

[captain-habit]

There's a strange DOUBLE LILY growing in the garden.

Is it some kind of omen?? Maybe.

[theminecraftbee]

SO. hotguy comics zine (everyone go read it at @hotguycomiczine) had a lot of pre-creation worldbuilding go into it. some of those made it in. some of them are only obliquely referenced or didn't make it in. some of the things that are mostly only referenced i won't say yet because they're spoilers so i'll wait until the piece they'd spoil is past but! i do have one i made and am able to share.

anyway, so it's canon to hgcz that hermitopia has its own regional fast food chain. this chain is called the moopop stop, they mainly sell burgers, fries, and moopop (which is to say, milkshakes). anyone from hermitopia will proclaim it the best fast food place out of regional loyalty, the way that everyone from texas will say whatburger is.

the iconic thing moopop stop has, outside of the moopop, is the toys! and at some point after the mutations moopop stop decided to start making vigilante-themed toys. this is a controversial move many parents hate it but it's wildly popular with the other half of the population so they keep doing it.

there's just one problem: the toys fucking suck.

like. okay. sometimes the toys look relatively similar to the vigilante they're trying to make them similar too! but whatever supply chain moopop stop is using is TERRIBLE because the toys are almost always mispainted, malformed, or both. often they look kind of like they're melting. not once has the face been anything even kind of resembling an actual vigilante.

anyway so i think the first time they make a hotguy one scar is DELIGHTED! and then rapidly horrified when he realizes none of them look like him. and then delighted again. (cuteguy, meanwhile, is horrified the whole time.)

also not in our worldbuilding docs but a thing i have decided just now: bdubs meticulously collects them and sorts them into "HOTGUY", "cuteguy i guess", and "enemies". cub decides this is funny and starts giving him fake ones. no one knows who cub's supplier is but they're WEIRDLY accurate.

[wcnderlnds]

i don't mind | peter maximoff

・❥・ summary: you're hungover and peter tries to take care of you in his own peter way ・❥・word count: 1.1k ・❥・warnings: alochol mentions, painkillers mention, maybe some swearing. ・❥・ authors note: bless my bestie @ldydeath for giving me the idea. she always comin' in clutch to help your girl. first peter fic in a week, i missed writing him (i say this as if its been a thousand years lmao)😭

Parties at the mansion were few and far between but when they did happen they were some of the wildest parties to ever take place. There was always too much alcohol involved causing people to either make the worst decisions. Like the time Scott thought the alcohol suddenly cured him (egged on by a snickering Peter) so he took off his glasses and blew a hole right through the wall into Professor Xavier’s office. Or the time Peter had convinced Kurt that he had a shot with Kitty so he went to try and make a move on her only to end up phasing through her and falling flat on his precious little face. Peter always seemed to be at the centre of everything because - thanks to his mutation - it took a lot for the alcohol to affect him so nine out of ten times he was usually always the most sober in the room. It wasn’t by choice because he definitely would be partaking in drunk shenanigans if he could. Instead, he just encouraged everyone else. That was Peter down to a tee – a bad influence but with his charm and wit he could always get away with it.

Last night’s party had taken its toll on you. That was completely Jean’s fault. She had dared you to do at least eight shots of Fireball in five minutes to catch up. You’d been late to the party due to finishing up one of your assignments for Logan’s class so she had insisted you catch up quickly. So, with the one brain cell you had left, you decided that was a great idea. It, in fact, was not. Once they hit, you were completely smashed, only worsened by the other drinks you kept finding in your hand through the night. To be honest, you weren’t even sure how you made it to your own bed but judging by the silver jacket wrapped around you, you guessed Peter had something to do with it.

Peter was your best friend, your best pal, the only person you would trust with your entire heart. Of course he was the one that had gotten you safely back to your room. Not that the others wouldn’t have but you knew he would have insisted it was him. Due to growing up with his mom and sisters, Peter always made sure the women in his life were taken care of. He would do anything for them and for you. He knew the kind of shitty things women had to deal with especially when it came to alcohol and being around other people so he just had to be the one to make sure you were safe. It always put his mind to rest. Not that his mind was ever really at rest. Trying to figure out what the hell was going on in Peter Maximoff’s brain at any given time was the world’s most unsolvable puzzle. Over the years you’d learn to never question him. It was best to go along with him – only calling him out when he said or did something utterly stupid which could be often.

With a groan, you rolled over, refusing to open your eyes just yet. Your head was already pounding with the massive hangover you were suffering with. The last thing you wanted was to be blinded by light. Instead, you snuggled into Peter’s jacket. His lingering scent making you smile. It was comforting to know that you always had him around to look after you even if he could be a pain in the ass.

“Wakey wakey, sleepyhead,” Peter’s voice rang out as he dashed into the room with a glass of water and painkillers in his hand. He placed them down on your bedside table opting to prod your cheek to try and wake you up. “Come oooooon. You can’t just bury yourself into my jacket like a hamster. I mean, I’m gonna need that back. Kind of my favourite jacket. Honestly, you should feel special that I even left it on your drunk ass. For all I know you could’ve puked all over it but that’s just the risk I take for our friendship, babe.”

“Peter? Shutup,” you sat up, finally opening your eyes to come face to face with your obnoxiously smiling best friend. “You talk too much.”

“Hey, the Prof said that to me this morning, too. Common consensus, huh? You should be used to it by now.” Without a care in the world, he jumped on the bed, stretching his legs out in front of him as he rested his head against the headboard, his hands behind his head. No shocker to anyone that he’d made himself at home without even asking. “Or is that pesky little hangover making you a big ol’ grumpy pants today?”

“I really hate the fact you don’t have to suffer like this.” Throwing the pills into your mouth, you swallowed them down with the water, settling back into bed. In a dramatic show of grumpiness, you threw your arm over your eyes to block any and all light out. “Wish I had the powers of transferring feelings so you could experience this torture.”

Peter laughed. If this was any other day, you’d probably be elated at the sound. You knew it was wrong to have a crush on your best friend but how could you not? With how he took care of you and always seemed so attentive to how you felt, it was hard not to fall in love with the silly speedster. Without even seeing it, you knew he was watching you with that fond, concerned expression on his face. It was confirmed when he gently pulled your arm from your eyes, sliding his hand into yours and lacing your fingers together. It was a simple gesture but it brought a smile to your face.

“Just to clarify, me holding your hand doesn’t, like, mean anything. Not in that way. I mean… unless you want it to. That’s cool. I don’t mind. Just trying to be here for my very hungover friendorino,” Peter rambled, his soft eyes still gazing at you. He really did have the most expressive eyes. It was impressive how he could express a simple emotion by just looking at you. 

Snuggling into him, you brought your joined hands around you so he was holding you instead and laid your head on his chest. If he could get comfy then you could too. “Let’s just lay here for the rest of the day and we can unpack that statement later but… for the record, I don’t mind either.”

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[nerves-nebula]

Hey real talk am I being too sensitive if I get a little uncomfortable with ppl calling specifically my splinter a rat dad. I used to do it too but the more I hear ppl say it and the more I’ve developed his character the weirder it feels.

Im mostly asking this question to asain ppl in the tmnt fandom because those are the opinions I’d like to hear on the matter.

So like my splinter is a Japanese immigrant (loosely inspired by own dad but that’s its own post) who still identifies as human and hates his rat features. He hated being mutated so much he moved into the sewers to be away from Draxum and the hidden city and all that stuff. He hates it so much that he’d rather try to buy food in New York as an animal-mutant than go to the hidden city where he wouldn’t need to hide his body to get around.

Cuz like, aside from the body horror, he feels like he’s been fully reduced to some of the worst racial abuse and stereotypes about his race he’s had to fight & put up with. A lot of his worst spiraling & most abusive behavior comes from attempts to feel comforted or in control of his life, because otherwise he feels like he’s officially lost a lifelong battle. nowadays he just tries not to think about it. But I hadn’t decided all that when I started writing him, it just kind of ended up fitting the story best.

Calling my splinter a “rat dad” or a “fuckin rat” has started to make me a little uncomfortable I think, since he has textual in universe issues with that due to his race. cuz he’s not a version of splinter who started out as a rat and he doesn’t ever let people call him one to his face without pushback. He’s very attached to his humanity because he’s often had to fight for it/put up with dehumanization in the past. Plus when ppl commenting on stuff call him a rat dad it’s usually a pejorative (that’s likely because ppl hate my splinter in general, I’ve seen ppl call other splinters rat dads affectionately, but still)

I get that splinter as a character is already his own can of racist worms from the jump, so I guess I’m just wondering if I’m overthinking this particular aspect of the racial dynamics going on here or if this is a vibe other ppl pick up on too.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Hello, @ainsellshadewalker! Guess what? Because you mentioned the game harpy hare in your fic, and I finally listened to the song, you have helped inspire me to make a new au! I give you the: 🦴Harpy Hare🍂 AU!

Okay, so, for October, I've wanted to make a witch or magic au, or at least have a magical or spooky element. But I also really love writing for Creed Reader, and the Dark AU. So, what do I do after hearing a forest playlist and the Harpy Hare song? Make a new au with all of those things, naturally!

The mutants are in a slightly more magical/power-infused world, and their mutations are actually the magic/powers they're gifted with, for unknown reasons. Reader is the child of one of the more cruel ones and a relative that one's dangerous brother and bloodline... Reader, one way or another, ends up on their own, always slightly wary of others, never quite truly honest, and always masking around others, to the point no one is sure what they want or who exactly they are...

Kurt, Kitty, and Pietro are young ones of the odd mutants/magic-wielders/some name I'll come up with later, who secretly get helped by Reader, and slowly form a friendship with them, whether they know it or not.

They all end up captured by enemies to their groups, they deal with blood being taken and their magic tested, and find out that their captors don't plan for them to live past these. So Reader decides to sacrifice themself to give the others a chance to survive. They'll use their blood, and possibly their life, as a sacrifice to the magic and its power, and hope the spell or offering is enough to save them all...

Well... after they die, they're brought back, but... there's a mark upon their wrist, their head feels foggy, and they're having to try and find the others as they explore a world that is quite diffent from what they remember...

And something seems to stalk their trail, hinting after them... but why? And can Reader escape it?

(This can be a modern au, but with mutants and other heroes and villains with power having more magical means or something like that... not quite witches, or wizards, more like random magic that is special to that one person, and they get to try and master it) (I really wanted a slightly spooky/magical version of the Dark AU, and well, here it is!)

( @ainsellshadewalker @sugar-soda @vivid-bun @thewickedweiner What do y'all think?)

[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Chapter 16

Not gonna lie. I was hoping they'd eat fishmen this chapter.

I don't know why, but something about those bladefish makes me think there's some elaborate pun that I just don't get. I know their design is based on flying fish but they have blade-sharp edges, but I feel like there's supposed to be something more to it.

The blade is most likely made of keratin and is actually a layer of highly specialized scales.

Where'd the dramatic wind and waves come from? Is that just because of her trying to cast magic?

As this series progresses, Marcille's incantations are less detailed. I can tell some of the characters she's using match some characters in the spell Falin cast in chapter 11, so they use the same school of magic (Makes sense since they attended the same magic academy) but have different specialties.

The reason the runes are simpler is probably because the author decided drawing the intricate rune designs is too much hassle, but I'm going to say Marcille is either getting into the habit of mumbling her spells so nothing notices her casting, or her brain is still a bit scrambled because of the mandrake incident.

Realistic outcome: Causing fish with sharp edges to come falling from the sky can result in people getting cut.

I wonder what that big shadow at the top of the food pyramid is.

Love this little detail. The fishmen don't eat the bladefish's fins. Even if they can safely bite into and eat it, there's probably no meat in the fins.

Another detail I love: The kraken has serrated suction cups like real-world giant squid.

I'm gonna guess that water feels slimy or oily when you're under the effects of waterwalk. Fun fact, we can't actually detect wetness. What we call "wet" is actually a mix of tactile and temperature feedback from our touch receptors that our brain associates with "wetness". It's the reason why reptiles sometimes feel slimy. Their skin just happens to be similar enough in feel and temperature difference to what our brain registers as wet.

Never noticed it before, but the party have to throw off their backpacks when they get in a fight.

Laios said this kraken is several times bigger than normal. They are facing a GIANT giant squid. Is that a mutation or do krakens have no upper limit to how big they can get? I'd imagine if it's the latter, this could be a self-fixing ecosystem problem because the kraken would eventually starve to death because its metabolism would become unsustainable.

Kui definitely did a bunch of research on squids going into this chapter. Look at that jet propulsion form.

Since the kraken is so big, it probably gets pieces of the fishmen it eats stuck in its suction cups all the time. It's like getting something between your teeth.

YES!! This is the kind of stuff I wanted to see them do with Waterwalk.

And this confirms that the spell can raise a sunken object.

And one more amazing detail on the kraken. When it dies, the chromatophores in its body stop working and it loses its color, just like real-life cephalopods.

Laios didn't seem to get grabbed before they killed the kraken so I think he was investigating the tentacles and got stuck.

And after all that, they're not even going to eat any of the kraken. They're going to eat the parasites in it.

This is the biggest tantrum Marcille has made since chapter 1.

But she's still drooling for the food through it all.

Everyone's always been willing to let Laios suffer whenever he gets in trouble by his own actions. Senshi is probably a bit sympathetic, but Marcille and Chilchuck came along to save Falin and have been annoyed since day one that Laios is using the journey and their lack of funds as an excuse to indulge in his monster culinary interest. Granted, compared with that other party, they're only doing so well because they don't have to worry about logistics and supplies as much. But Laios keeps causing trouble because he's willing to engage with some dumb antics.

I love how Marcille can apply magic effects by just hitting people with her staff. I bet it's cathartic at times.

SENSHI FLASH!!

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[sepublic]

I'm pretty disappointed that the other stages of the Metroid lifecycle aren't as well known and abundant as the larval form; Everybody thinks of that when they think of a Metroid, but most people don't even know about the Queen and all of the other stages leading up to that! And it's a shame because they're such cool designs and really sell the Metroid as an intergalactic threat to me.

And it's weird, because I'm not sure why they never caught on? We had the first Metroid game on the NES, which only had the larval stage. But then the second, Return of Samus, introduces the full lifecycle. But then in Super Metroid, there aren't the other Metroid stages, for some reason; It's like the developers just kinda ignored that?

I guess it's because with the Infant, they still wanted it to be recognizable when you reunite with it later in the game. But we see other Metroids cloned from it in that game, so why not have those evolve, and use them as a way to bring the Alpha-onwards stages (except the Queen) into the SNES' graphics?

Next we have Fusion, which actually does show the other Metroid stages... But most of them are just static and in the background, contained in vats. But we do get an Omega Metroid as the final boss, plus Adam mentioning the Federation's success in creating Metroids that can speedrun its lifecycle.

Conversely, we have Metroid Prime, which doesn't have any of the other Metroid stages, but does have Phazon mutations in the Hunter Metroid, and then of course the titular Metroid Prime. Next came Echoes, which only had regular Metroids, and then Ing-possessed Dark Metroids. Finally, we have Corruption, which leans into a Phazon lifecycle for the Metroids, but nothing of the natural one from SR388. This would not be brought back until, of all things, Other M giving us the Queen Metroid.

And from a Super Smash Bros. perspective, since that's where a lot of people are first exposed to Metroid (myself included), we only see the larvae represented... I think the other stages, as well as the Phazon mutations, are also represented in trophies, stickers, and spirits. But you can see how people gloss over that in favor of the more obvious assist trophies.

This could be its own separate question, why Sakurai doesn't give the other Metroid stages more of a role, but the man is so swamped with Smash in general that I won't blame him. From another standpoint, it seems the Metroid lifecycle is also so unheard of because for a long while, it was mainly shown off in Return of Samus, a black-and-white game with some clunky controls, which could've dissuaded more casual fans compared to the more iconic, colorful, NES Metroid and Super Metroid.

Recently, we have gotten Samus Returns, which did help to reintroduce the Metroid lifecycle back into the limelight. Dread didn't do much to help, but tbf no actual Metroids show up in the game, just in the intro; Where we do see the other stages! But otherwise the only Metroid is Samus herself.

What also intrigues me is that when drafting ideas for Prime's sequel, there WAS art for an Omega Metroid... But that never followed through into Echoes, obviously. But why not? Since the Prime series takes place before Metroid II, did Retro Studies not want to 'spoil the twist' from Samus' perspective of seeing the full lifecycle on SR388? In addition to wanting to show off their own Phazon mutations; Metroid Prime Essence feels as if some developer was disappointed the Metroid lifecycle didn't focus on the deep sea jellyfish aspect of the creature when it evolve, and so their 'alternate' lifecycle was a response to that.

Did Super's developers decide there wasn't enough room to fit in the other Metroid lifecycles? Fusion does imply a rule about Metroids needing SR388's environment to undergo metamorphosis, which does retroactively explain why the stages weren't present in the first game. But tbf, the NES manual seems to imply that the Space Pirates just started breeding Metroids by the time you arrive, so there wasn't enough time for them to grow.

I'm just wondering what happened; If it really is as simple as how Sakurai chose to represent the creatures in Smash, which may have been influenced by NES Metroid and Super being the more popular of the series, with Return of Samus feeling like a black sheep until we got Other M. It feels like the galaxy-ending threat of the Metroids would've been emphasized more if these rapidly-reproducing jellyfish could then each grow into a giant vampiric dinosaur.

[romandaandromeda]

How Azumanga Daioh tells the difference between the "Old Web" and "Modern Internet"

a content warning for mentions of rape, pedophilia, and ableism (well, better safe than sorry!)

i had an entire thing written before this, but i decided to scrap it for when spacehey comes back online

so, the old web. we know what it is, we know how we see it, geocities, crunchy gifs, flashes and whatever. but have you ever seen the difference between its societies scattered across websites whether it be an imageboard, geocity, or forum against our discorded societies on major social media platforms?

a while back, i had begun watching azumanga daioh as a result of a sudden reinterest in the anime in this decade. this reminded me of how prevalent anime was on the internet as a whole 2 decades ago (and more or less, azumanga's iron grip on anons and lurkers alike), which led me to searching for how different this era was with memes.

memes, or a fad, wasn't very accessible as they are today, while some could be laughed at as an outsider (think awesome face, shoop da whoop, nyan cat, impact font memes), memes outside of the public conscious were mostly inside jokes spawned from forums like something awful or imageboards like 2chan or 4chan.

out of those many, azumanga was one of the more popular ones. think about it, funny teenagers do funny things and combine that with a major love from anime communities, you get things like these:

now what i've noticed about these memes from pre-2010 is their inside joke nature. ask the modern user what a sticky is or why they think osaka is pretending to be a nazi, they wouldn't know or be a bit offput. plus using kaorin's little lesbian crushing on sakaki to project their straight love for sakaki would probably be looked down upon now but that was just normal. if you couldn't handle it then it was either hit the road or deal with it.

you can probably guess that kimura was probably the most relatable character ever in those days, don't even get me started on the normalization of pedophile/rape jokes back then.

now that's fun and all, but how about nowadays? we no longer have a scattered culture, everyone is using one single site for entertainment and posting, and all of the forums and imageboards have been designated a hazard zone as their users have mutated into despicable folks that have been shunned away to the point where they seem more depraved than their past. AKA, they no longer care for relating over a character or talking about a show, they'd rather argue about their nitpicks of a specific character or show and just skulk on what used to be a thriving community. well, nowadays it seems you don't need to be part of a specific community anymore, just see a meme and laugh without any context. with azumanga's revival in interest, this has sort of spawned what i like to call "azumanga autism memes" (TO CLARIFY: I AM AUTISTIC, FEEL FREE TO MAKE UP YOUR OWN NAME IF MINE DOESN'T SOUND RIGHT!). as they've mostly just become the most nonsensical and silly images ever, you practically don't need to watch the show to understand because its so disconnected from the source material it's like a cup of coffee, just pick it up and have a taste.

some examples:

notice anything? suddenly, osaka takes the center stage! with exception to the one chiyo image, osaka has become the face of azumanga as the modern internet knows it. compare that to how every character had about the same love through different edits in the old web, and it seems that most people would think that osaka is the main character of azumanga instead of the multiple characters' stories spread through the series. this has seemed to piss off many a gatekeeper, who are mad that this series is only gaining interest because of one character and her vague memes. to which i believe gatekeeping such a building block of the internet like azumanga is like trying to defend an unstable shack, it's useless.

so, what can we tell from the differences between ye olde and the new? to cut to the chase, the old web's fad culture was built from inside jokes outside of the "webcore/y2k-integrated" memes used for aesthetics. and nowadays people have publicized memes to a point where context is thrown from the picture and anyone can enjoy a meme instead of enjoying its source.

which is better? i can't tell you, you don't see much enjoyability and genuine appreciation in editing in today's memes than you did with old fads (you have to make people laugh, lest you be banished to the "reddit" label hell) but the normalization of taboo topics like racism, rape, and ableism should definitely be left behind in the old. it's just personal preference, really.

that's the end of this post, please enjoy kasuga.swf:

[andieperrie18]

champagne problems

A/n: I'm a horrible writer, I know. I just deleted the original one again cause its far from the plot that I had intended. I'm really sorry. I just love hurting myself with my own writing. I don't dislike Ada, I just needed plot and basically vent the pain I put myself though while reading some angsty Leon fics. But here it is chapter one, the official chapter one of i don't know how many. Pray for me guys. Please bear with my english and grammar, I'm no English proficiency professor. For now feel my pain.

Warnings: Angst, Confrontation, Hurt no Comfort, just pain I guess, I don't know if its really angsty

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader (post re 6)

Series: that vacation you're looking for

Y/n could only watch her fiance run through chaos and debris just to get to the woman red. The woman she's been competing with ever since she first found out her with Leon, even though she shouldn't. But when you're significant, others aren't really doing a great job of reassuring their fiance for their constant interaction with the woman in red. It didn't help that Y/n and Leon were partners therefore encounters with Ada were prone to happen at a few missions. 

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Y/n's fingertips glide deeply over her forehead, her lips releasing a rather long sigh as if she's carrying a rather heavy weight over her back. It didn't help that the skies decided to darken outside the coffee shop as she nervously waited for him. Her hands join together until her fingers begin fiddling, the cold metal band on her ring finger pulling her back to awareness as to why she is sitting in an almost empty coffee shop. The ring felt cold on her skin despite it being in that same finger for a long while now. Seeing it reminded her of that scene back in Lanshiang a few weeks ago.

Y/n did her best to not let the radiating chemistry and playful banter between the two get to her. Because as far as she know, Leon's marrying her, he had promised his future with her and hers alone that he has tied the knot for almost few years of working together since their first mission to save the president's daughter from the cult of Los Illuminados in Spain.

And yet, there she was, a crowd in the commotion that precedes. Leon leaping into action as he cradles Ada close to him as the mutated Simmons sends a barrage of debris towards them. She guessed Leon was so caught up with the chaos that he didn't notice his comm pick up his exchange with Ada.

"Ada? Can you hear me?"

"Don't let it end like this…"

"If you're Ada, you can pull through this… we both can…"

Y/n could have retaliated then and there. But she just heaved one big puff of air and released it slowly. Her eyes fall and soften as she listens to Leon. His tone was soft, sweet and loose.

It wasn't like he didn't speak to her that way when they are together and intimate. But the way he was bare and unguarded with her hammered larger cracks in Y/n hear. The patches that she had placed on those openings, the distrusts, all tore open like a poorly stitched wound. This scene is tearing every little band aid, tape, and thread that held the large pieces of her heart together.

As if it was a shattered piece of mirror, bare hands keeping each piece together. Like every bit of her remaining hope for him was clutching each piece together like a broken embrace.  

"Hey babe…"

Y/n barely heard his voice, it was only when he placed a nuzzled kiss on the side of her head that broke her from her heartbreaking trip down memory lane.

"Sorry, I got caught up with Hunnigan, did the wedding planner need something?" He asked as he took his seat on the chair across her, but like before she only stared at him.

"Hey…" Leon called, his tone soften in worry as his veiny and calloused hands took her smaller yet rough ones in his, his fingers gliding over the ring on her finger. She still didn't answer him, it raised an alarm in him, maybe it was the mission a few weeks ago. It might have taken a bit of a toll on her.

"Y/n, I'm here. Do you need something? Let take you home, let's talk–"

"I'm tired," she finally replied.

He sighed and smiled small, "I guess muscles are still sore. Come on, let me take you–" he shifts of his chair.

"I'm tired of you Lee…"

A cold chill ran through his hand that's holding hers as he looked dead set on her. Confused and hurt. 

But her eyes were blank. Devoid of the usual spark it usually has when she's with him. When did it lose it?

"What do you mean–"

Her hands slipped away from his as he slumped back in his chair in distaste at the sudden confession. Was she seeing someone other than him? Did she find someone else? 

"I'm tired of fighting for you," she continues, gaze dead set on his troubled one.

But Leon wasn't dumbfounded for too long as he finally put the pieces together. This reaction might have something to do with the mission in Lanshiang and the encounter with Ada. He gave out an annoyed sigh leaned forward on the table across from her.

"Look, Y/n, you know how Ada means to me but you don't need to overthink about her. I'm marrying y–"

"I saw you. I heard you." She went on, yet her voice cracks in every syllable that Leon picked up immediately. His fiance was breaking apart in front of him. It was only at that moment that he finally took in her state.

Dark bags under eyes, lips slightly chapped, skin pale, her that was tied in a loose ponytail nearly looked neat. She was as gray as the darkening sky outside the cafe.

"Y/n, I–"

Leon paused as Y/n finally moved in her seat, leaning forward against the table. Her gaze went to the metal band on her hand, staring at it. The male across from her wished that what he was thinking she was gonna was not what was actually going to happen. But her other hand's finger pinched the ring and began to twist and turn it off her.

Leon's hand went to stop her but she had already had it off and took his hand. Y/n opened his palm, and placed the ring inside. The cold metal almost felt prickly on his rough and calloused hands.

"I think this ring isn't for me at all," she whispered, yet loud enough for him. Leon was too stunned to speak as he could only stare at her. Like his world just crumbled down as he felt the metal on his palm. But he was pulled back from the trance when he felt Y/n familiar warm palm on his cheek, thumb rubbing his rough stubble.

"I didn't mean to go this way but… Leon I'm falling apart… everything is just too much and I don't feel like myself anymore," like a dam, tears spilled her eyes, Y/n tried not to break into an all out sob.

"I'm sorry Leon, I'm sorry," she continued before leaving her seat

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Y/n ended up in a random train ride to who knows where it will go to. She just needed to be in a place where she could cry and guilt trip herself. She will be reminded of Leon's back on her as he faced her empty seat across from him, hands fiddling with the silver band that was once on her fingers. That scene will forever be etched to her mind as she buries her face in her hands.

Leon was still at the cafe. Still fiddling over the silver band as his mind went over how much Y/n apologized over and over to him as she shakingly handed the ring back to his hand after telling him that they can't be together. But what hurt was that he knew that she was not the only one at fault. He knows it. He ran away again. Instead of assuring her that it was not all her. It was his action that led to his fiance's distrust and anxiety. But he didn't say anything as she broke down before him, he was clouded by the anger of her decision.

Y/n curled in her seat breaking into quiet sobs. She cried and cried and yet somehow the weight that rested on her shoulder a few hours ago slowly fluttered away.

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She'll patch up the tapestry that I shread

[tokuvivor]

Duckverse June Week 4: Mystical Creatures

@duckversejune2024

Wow, can’t believe we’re already at the last week. I’d just like to thank my co-hosts, @secret-tester and @queer-in-a-cornfield, for being amazing. I couldn’t have done it without you guys.

And now, I give you…

Deep Blue for Two

Fethry had been busy all day in his underwater lab with oceanic research. He had a lot to go over, and nothing could distract him. Except maybe an unexpected guest.

“Uncle Fethry!”

Admittedly, Fethry was still getting used to being called that more often by Donald and Della’s kids. He swiveled around in his chair, and found a little girl wearing overalls staring intently back at him.

“Well, hey there, lil’ Daisy,” Fethry greeted. “Wait. Don’t tell me. June, right?”

“Yep!” June replied.

“Anyway,” quizzed Fethry, “what brings you down here?”

“Huey told me you worked down here, and I wanted to see it for myself,” June explained.

“Really? You do?” Fethry asked.

June nodded. “From what I’ve heard, you’ve done a lot of research.”

“Oh, yeah,” brushed off Fethry. “You know, the usual-whales, octopi, various kinds of fish-“

“-krill?” tested June.

“Oh, definitely!”

“Because I’ve heard that you were able to produce giant krill down here!” June exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder.

“Well, that was sort of an accident in its own right,” admitted Fethry. “I did some experimenting on them, and somehow they mutated to colossal size.”

“Do you have any krill down here?” June asked.

“I sure do! Would you like to meet them?”

“Yes!”

Fethry took June over to his tank of krill. June was in amazement over the tiny creatures.

“I can tell each one of them apart,” Fethry explained proudly.

“You can?” June gasped.

“Yep. Point to any one of them, I’ll tell you which one it is.”

June’s finger floated over to a krill near the top of the tank.

“That one’s Fernando.”

“What about this one?” June was now pointing towards the center of the tank.

“Oh, that’s Herb.”

“Impressive!” June marveled. “Besides giant, mutated krill, do you know about any other beyond-normal creatures in the ocean?”

Fethry put a finger to his chin. “Hmmm…let me see. There’s mermaids, for one.”

“Dad told me they visited Mervana last year,” June noted.

“Ah, Don told me about that, too!” exclaimed Fethry. “It would be nice to go for myself. Very chill vibes. A lot of merpeople abound, of course.”

“Too bad it’s so far away,” June added.

Fethry sighed. “You’re right,” he said. There has to be something.”

“Hmmm.” June paced around the tiny metal room, wanting to think of something to help Fethry out. It was when she neared a small bookcase in the corner that something caught her attention.

It looked like some kind of parchment.

“What’s that?”

“I don’t know,” Fethry replied. “It just found its way into my journals, I guess. It has some weird text on it, but who knows what it says.”

“…I think I do,” June spoke up.

“What?!” gasped Fethry.

“I recognize this language,” continued the cyan triplet. “It’s Old Norse. I learned it from Webby and Violet a few months ago. I think I can translate this for you, Uncle Fethry.”

“Amazing!” Fethry exclaimed. “Then translate away, lil’ Daisy-I mean, June.”

June smiled determinedly. She then pulled a small notebook out of her front pocket. “I wrote the figures down to memorize them.”

Fethry decided to work a bit longer while June translated for him. Every once in a while, he looked back over at her, her fingers flying, tongue sticking out to the side in determination.

For June, this was super exciting. She and Fethry might not be able to find an actual creature, but maybe they had discovered the clue to one.

Eventually, she called out, “Got it!”

“Great!” Fethry called back, pushing back from his desk. “What’s it say?”

June cleared her throat, and read the translation from her notebook.

To those sailors that are brave enough:

Here in these waters lies the kraken, the most feared of all ocean creatures.

Powerful enough to capsize even the biggest schooner, I once saw it with my own eyes.

I could swear it had two dozen tentacles on its body, with a razor-sharp beak.

Beware! Lest you wish to be a part of these waters forever.

-Rolf Hundstad, Hammerfest, Norway, 1852

“So the ocean in question would be…the Norwegian Sea,” noted Fethry.

“Yep. Sounds about right,” agreed June.

“That was very impressive, though,” Fethry added, holding out his hand tentatively for a high-five, which June reciprocated. “I didn’t know what those characters were supposed to be.”

“I never actually thought learning Old Norse would come in handy,” June admitted. “Guess I was wrong. Even though this parchment is dated 1852, do you suppose there could actually be kraken out there?”

“If I know Duckburg, anything is possible,” Fethry suggested. “And if I know our family, there’s any number of mystical creatures Uncle Scrooge and the others have found. So maybe that could be something for us to discover.”

“Really?” June asked, practically bubbling with excitement.

“Sure. With my knowledge of the ocean and your curiosity, we could figure out if there’s actually kraken out there,” concluded Fethry.

“I’d love that!” June squeaked, hugging Fethry tightly.

“…We’d have to run that by ol’ Don, though.”

“Right. I know that Dad is all adventured out for now, but I’m sure he’d admire that I’m branching out on my own,” June put in, pulling back.

“Of course. I know he wants the best for you and your sister,” Fethry pointed out. “And it’s not like this is going to be really quick to figure out. We can research it for now, and if we have enough to go off of, maybe then we can try to find it.”

“That’s fine,” June replied. “Hey-Team Kraken?” She put her hand out in front of her.

Fethry laid his hand on top of hers. “Team Kraken.”

[pikachugirltits]

Magic the Gathering x Marvel Set Speculation: Creature Types

I'm pretty excited for the upcoming Universes Beyond Marvel set. I've already made one post where I just rambled about random bits of speculation I had about the set, but I've still been rotating some ideas in my head and I've decided to do a focused dive on a subject I love to think about: creature types. I'm gonna break this up into three sections to try and give it a little structure but it'll probably be a bit rambly within each section. The first two sections (Species/Races and Classes) will focus more on broad strokes that take into consideration both legendary and nonlegendary creatures...I'm not going to try and guess every possible type random legends might have. The third section will be more for me to speculate on specific characters that I think might have especially interesting types. I'll repeat some of my thoughts on creature types from my other post here too so they're all in one place.

Species/Races

Existing creature types I expect to see the most of are Human (obviously), Mutant, Alien, and Robot...

I don't really think any of the various species of aliens really need their own creature type... they can all happily chill under the Alien umbrella

For IP reasons I expect Mutant to solely be used for characters with the X-gene...a lot of other characters that are "mutates" by Marvel terminology will probably just be typed as Human, with a few other exceptions...

Honestly, I think the Marvel sets might only need to make two IP specific creature types: Inhuman and some kind of catch-all for all the various gamma mutates (Hulk and related characters)

The Inhumans are enough their own thing within the context of Marvel that I don't think they really fit in with any existing creature type

Hulk and the other gamma mutates (She-Hulk, Red Hulk, Abomination, etc.) also don't cleanly fit into an existing type...kind of. In a vacuum, I would probably use Mutant for them...but like I said earlier, Mutant is probably going to be reserved for X-gene related characters. I don't really have a super solid idea of what to use though. You might be able to get away with just using Hulk as the creature type, as a lot of these characters have Hulk in their name, but I don't know if it's actually the best choice.

You could maybe introduce a Mutate creature type to handle the Hulks and certain other characters, but I feel like there would be a legitimate concern over its similarity to Mutant, especially in a set where I think there's a decent chance of Mutant typal being a theme.

There's one other IP specific type I could see them making: Asgardian. Personally I think it's unnecessary, Thor and related characters could just as easily be given the God type instead of making a new one, but that might depend on what Marvel wants.

Speaking of the more magical/supernatural side of Marvel, while I don't expect to see them in as high of a quantity as the four I mentioned at the top it should be noted that we could possibly see a non-zero number of Vampire, Elf, Dwarf, Troll, Giant, Demon and/or Devil, and Spirit creatures.

Oh, and between the Savage Lands and also characters like Sauron, Old Lace and Devil Dinosaur I think there's a good chance we can expect at least a few Dinosaurs

Classes

Now I've seen some speculation on the idea of using Hero and Villain as class types in this set but personally I really hope they don't. First, it will reduce that backwards compatibility of the set, which is something WotC thinks about with the popularity of eternal formats. Captain America will interact with more cards as a Human Soldier than as a Human Hero. Second it just looks monotonous, especially in conjunction with how many Humans we'll be getting. What's a better set of creature types for Captain America, Black Widow, and Hawkeye: Human Soldier, Human Rogue, Human Archer or Human Hero, Human Hero, Human Hero?

So setting aside the types I don't think we'll see, how about the ones I think are likely? I think some types we could see multiple of are Soldier, Warrior, Rogue, Scientist, Detective, Assassin...and maybe Ninja, Pilot, and Wizard and Warlock as well.

I wouldn't be surprised to see Citizen make a comeback just so we can get cards that represent civilian characters without just typing them as Human... although I could see Advisor getting some use here too for characters who are lawyers, journalists, or politicians.

Specific Character Speculations

A slight aside at the beginning of this section: if there is a set that really could benefit from finding some way to make the Legendary supertype not eat up so much space on the typeline, it's this set

Also, me listing a character here doesn't mean I think they're 100% certain to get a card, I'm kind of just idly speculating about characters that could have some unusual types.

Rocket Raccoon: I've heard a couple of different stories of Rocket's origin but apparently the (current) comic canon is that he's an earth raccoon that was abducted and genetically enhanced by aliens so I think Raccoon Rogue would be a good fit

Groot: I could see them using Treefolk, Alien Treefolk, or Alien Plant for Groot. Small aside, but I really hope there's at least one card with the flavor text "I am Groot."

Blade: Warrior is a likely choice for a class type, but the real question is how they'll represent him being a dhampir. Human Vampire seems like an obvious pick but Legendary Creature - Human Vampire Warrior is probably going to really push the character limits of the type line. Depending on what aspects of him they want to emphasize I could easily see them dropping his class type if they really want to emphasize his dhampir nature and just type him as Human Vampire...but if they don't want to skip a class type they could decide that Vampire Warrior works and just not bother differentiating him from full vampires.

Ghost Rider: Is Ghost Rider fully skeletal? I could easily see Skeleton Pilot or Skeleton Warrior depending on if they want to emphasize him as a motorcycle rider or a badass fighter...maybe even Skeleton Rogue

The Thing: How non-human do you have to look before you stop counting as Human for creature type reasons? According to the Marvel wiki he's considered a human mutate so technically he could still be a Human... but I could just as easily see them making him an Elemental just to add some variety to the creature types in the set. As for a class you could get clever and make him a Pilot because that's what he originally was, but I don't really see a The Thing card caring about Vehicles so I think Warrior is the best call.

The Lizard: The best possible creature type for him would possibly be Human Lizard Scientist but that might have space issues...but honestly Lizard Scientist is novel enough I wouldn't complain.

Venom/Carnage/other symbiotes: This is less a speculation about their creature type (Alien would probably suffice) but a different typing adjacent question... I wonder if we could justify making them Enchantment Creatures with Bestow to represent other characters wearing them.

Namor: Oh dang, I forgot Marvel had Atlanteans. If we wanted to maximize backwards compatibility I could try and argue we could lump them under Merfolk... but honestly they could also make Atlantean its own type and future proof themselves for other IP that feature inhabitants of Atlantis that are a separate species from humans (like a Universes Beyond: DC for example.) Oh, and Noble would be his class.

You know, I could go on and on trying to guess random characters' creature types so I'm gonna cut myself off here. Maybe one of these days if I get sufficiently bored I'll add onto this post. If anyone else has some ideas for fun Marvel creature types or wants to debate my ideas don't be afraid to add on a reblog or comment. I'd love to talk about this kind of stuff.

[katealpha]

Commission from the absolutely astounding Little Polka!

www.deviantart.com/littlepolka

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Judy Hopps thought she’d struck gold when she got to join the ZPD as a rabbit. In a way, she did. But just being able to feel useful took a lot of struggle against even her own fellow officers to get even a modicum of respect. But she powered forward until she single-handedly (with a little help of a certain fox) solved the city’s biggest case, twice. Judy found herself going from zero to hero over the course of months. While she found herself making a few mistakes after that, she made up for them and kept moving forward. However, it would soon dawn upon Judy that that “keeping moving forward and never quit” mentality may not apply to everything. In this case, her blossoming romance between herself and Nick Wilde; the fox who had helped her become the best bunny one could be.

And now, he helped her become the biggest!

‘This is impossible’. Judy had been repeating that phrase in her head for the past several months since she learned she was pregnant after a rather pleasurable night with Nick. By all accounts, it was. Bunnies and Foxes couldn’t have offspring. That’s what Zoogle had told her, as well as common sense. I moose and a polar bear couldn’t conceive. Just like a lion and a zebra couldn’t. But here Judy was, waddling slowly down the hallway of the ZPD. Her bloated belly strained against her thankfully stretchy uniform that had been tailored just for her. She was big, even for her kind in this stage of pregnancy. When she felt them move, she knew that these weren’t bunnies growing in her belly. Something…bigger. Something taking more from their father. Nick himself was halfway mortified at what he’d done to his favorite dumb bunny. She had to constantly reassure that silly fox that everything would be okay. Most likely, at least. There were concerns for her wellbeing come labor. Just shared in these concerns, but decided not to trouble herself about it. Bigger or not, they were babies that didn’t ask to be the way they are. Besides, she had a job to do!

In her right paw was a steaming cup of coffee that was going to one Officer Wolford. This had been her job since she reported her pregnancy to Chief Bogo, who was just as dumbfounded as the mother-to-be herself. To her dismay, Judy was put on desk duty until after the little ones were born. It wouldn’t be too long. Just a few months. But everyone could tell from looking at the big bellied bunny by the way she waddled around, offering to get coffee and donuts for everyone that she was itching to get back out there. But for now, just leave it to Judy to type up reports, flyers, and whatever else they need. Eventually, Judy’s pregnancy was noticed by the media. It was as inevitable as her babies growing within her. When she was arranged for an interview, she took it and told her city that she still had no plans of slowing down.

“My doctors are still trying to figure out how it happened. Their best guess is that Nick’s got some mutated gene that worked its magic in me.” She said with a scoff as she rubbed her paw over her stretched stomach. “It’s been an…interesting few months. Being a mom isn’t something I expected to have thrust onto me so soon, and the future still isn’t certain…but for now, I’m not going anywhere! I might be huge with these kids that I’m not even certain are bunnies or foxes in there, but I have no intentions of stepping down from serving this fair city in any little way I can. I REALLY don’t know when to quit..haha!” She chuckled and shrugged, only for her belly to visibly move on camera. It made her wrap her paws around it, looking flushed at her interviewer and smiling before the camera cut off.

[greatwyrmgold]

I've been thinking about that OnK/Parahumans crossover idea more.

We still know frustratingly little about how Ai's relationship with Hikaru went; we can make some guesses, but nothing concrete. So I thought about the two things that don't depend on Hikaru at all: The timeline and Ai's power.

As mentioned last time, I decided that my ideas for Ai's power centered around Leviathan, who destroyed Kyushu in 1999. I was thinking of having Ai be one of the inaugural Wards, but the Wards definitely existed by 1998, and probably existed by the late 80's/early 90's, so that's...well, I guess I could just ignore some part of the timeline. But I'd rather just make Ai's debut its own big event, wherever she ends up.

OnK's timeline is vague, but if we speedrun through Ai's romance, maybe Ruby and Aqua could be born in 2000 or 2001. Presumably, Ai would get murdered some time in the mid-oughts. More importantly, it means the twins would be tweens when the world ends, so unless I decide to focus on Ai (definitely a possibility), this would be a post-GM fic.

Ai's Trigger Event & Powers

Last time, the power I settled on was "something with power-copying fairy things". And I don't really like that. It's vague, it's complicated, and most importantly, it doesn't have either an "This kid could be the next Eidolon!" vibe or a "This kid could be dangerous!" vibe.

So let's work backwards. What power am I looking for?

I'm thinking, something that takes powers, but can give them back too. Ai takes, say, 8% of your power, and in a week's time she gives you back 10%, keeping 2% for herself. Or some other set of numbers, or some other pattern. She slowly gets stronger over time, she can make other heroes stronger, but she could also just weaken all the heroes around her and run.

As per the Trump document, the kind of Trump trigger that gives power-borrowing powers focuses on the mental/emotional relationship the parahuman has to powers. So while the aftermath of Leviathan's attack is still there, still influences her trigger, it's not the focus.

Let's say that Ayumi (Ai's mom) and/or her unnamed boyfriend worked for the Sentai Elite or some other hero team. Little Ai hence got to see more superheroes than most people, and became familiar with one hero in specific. Let's call her Blue Kōri (following Black Kaze's naming scheme even though we don't know whether she's an ex-Sentai or not, but c'mon, that's a Super Sentai name).

Anyways, Ayumi gets stranded somewhere with her daughter and boyfriend due to Leviathan's floodwaters. She spots Blue Kōri coming by, making a bridge of ice across the waters, and quickly sends Ai into their improvised shelter to get stuff. While she's out of sight, Ayumi and her boyfriend leave with Kōri, without Ai.

Ai feels a sense of betrayal and abandonment, mostly from her mom but also the other two adults, at least one of whom should have known better. As with her canon counterpart, Ai feels certain that the things done to her were done because she's unlovable. So she triggers, grabbing a fragment of Blue Kōri's power without realizing what she's done. (And without Kōri noticing, because she's distracted by a swell or something.)

Post-Trigger

Ai ends up with the power to take a fragment of other parahumans' powers, which manifest in the form of little glowing things that Ai calls fairies. The fragments grow slowly on their own, eventually splitting. (Conflicted about whether they should just grow or whether they should mutate slightly when they split. Does Ai have remarkable power, or remarkable versatility? Doesn't really matter at this point in planning, though.)

Eventually, Ai figures out that she has a little bit of ice power. Once she figures out how to use it, she tries to escape on a teeny ice raft with the supplies Ayumi told her to fetch. Ai eventually washes up in a populated area, and gets noticed by Ichigo or an equivalent. She gets inducted into a hero team (foreign if we want to use recognizable canon characters, local if we don't), and settles into the "ideal superhero" role by a combination of external Concern about an unfettered power-thief and internal fears of being hated or abandoned or unworthy of love.

And I'm not sure how much more I can write without a bit more data on Hikaru.

[morerandombullshit]

Just A Little Danger... Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI but I know can’t stop you all) Pairing: Hunter x GN Reader Word Count: 1867 Summary: Hunter decides to amp your adrenaline up CW: porn without plot, oral (m!receiving), semi-public sex, masochism, knifeplay, dirty talk, light choking, hair-pulling, throat-fucking, praise, degradation, "facial" (the dirty kind), aftercare (kinda?), pet names used: love, darling, baby, sunshine Note: I totally didn't write this out of pure self-indulgence (I totally did) but this has been on my mind for a while so here have some depraved-ass smut Also help I was listening to Bury the Light slowed to perfection on loop as I was writing this a lot and it was really fucking good (you can find the song here)

(AO3 Ver)

You hum a tune to yourself as you walk through one of Pabu's bright, white-stucco alleys, soaking the sun's rays into your skin. You don't remember which song the tune is from, but you hum it all the same. "Humming again?" a deep, rich and familiar voice says from behind you. 

You stop, turning around. "I guess." you mutter, meeting Hunter's dark brown eyes—in the sunlight, they look like melted dark chocolate. He looks darkly handsome as always does, that black skull tattoo on the left side of his face somehow upping his sex appeal into something higher than space. You aren't the only one who noticed that, though—a lot of Pabu's single women and some of its single men had noticed too, and you can't blame them. 

Stoic, broody, serious and respectful.

Pretty good personality coupled with those knockdown fucking features—men like this are nearly impossible to find, and since you first saw him, you'd wanted him all to yourself. But then there's the hurdle of how Hunter acts on a daily basis. He doesn't seem to want a relationship, plus he has a squad—including a teenager—to take care of. So you took those feelings and hid them deep down, but at certain times—like right now—they kind of burst out in their own way. 

He snorts a bit and steps forward, wind whipping his shoulder-length dark brown hair around, even if it's held back by a reddish-brown bandana. "You guess?"

You shrug. "I do it at random times, I think. It's...a habit."

Hunter smiles a little, stepping so close that his dark-spice-and-campfire-smoke scent engulfs you like a warm blanket. His eyes lock with yours for a moment before dragging down your frame, causing tension to thicken every breath of air you take. "Yeah?"

"Y—yeah." is all you can think of to say, barely hearing your own voice over the erratic beating of your heart. The way his eyes are roaming your body right now isn't appraising��the look in his eyes is pure, decadent, sin, and an unreadable microexpression mars the seriousness that was on his face a moment ago. "You're gonna have a heart attack if your heart keeps beating like that." Hunter murmurs, desire roughening and deepening his voice. Wait, what? 

You're confused now, because what normal being can hear a heartbeat without their face pressed into someone's chest? But then you remember that the whole Batch is genetically augmented in some way. "What do you mean?"

Hunter shrugs. "My mutation is enhanced senses. I can hear it from here."

"Oh." you reply dumbly, thereafter hating yourself for the stupid-sounding reply. He sorts and grabs your waist suddenly, your chest pressed up against his. Air leaves your mouth in a surprised whoosh. "Wha—"

Hunter's mouth is pressing against yours before you finish your sentence. The kiss is decadent and lusty sin, but you can't help the slightly muffled whine of pleasure from it that leaves your mouth. Goddamn, he kisses well. Better than you thought he would, but you aren't complaining—your hands stay by your sides for a moment before you give in and wrap your arms around his neck. He deepens the kiss, but pulls away shortly after, high cheekbones slightly flushed red and eyes wild, dark with lust. You're still catching your breath but you ask, "Why'd you stop?"

You don't know where your sudden boldness comes from, but you're going to roll with it. He laughs and lightly takes your wrist in his hand. "I want you to do something else for me, love. We just need to get somewhere more private."

Somewhere more private ended up being a dilapidated alley everyone on Pabu had forgotten about—you'd found it once, and you have no idea how Hunter had found it. "This isn't exactly more private." you teasingly quip as he has an almost-strangling grip on the small of your back. He laughs, low and tinged with pure need. "It's private enough. Couldn't walk somewhere with four walls and a roof, otherwise I would've leapt on you and fucked you like an animal in the street."

"Mm, this is close enough." you muse, even as your toes curl at the vision in your mind, before Hunter presses you against the alley wall, fists your hair, and kisses you with the intensity of something almost inhuman. You kiss back after your initial noise of surprise, the feeling so good—

And then he pulls away. Smirks at you as he eases you off the wall and flips your positions One of his hands is still fisted in your hair, and he tugs at it a little bit. "Can you do something for me, sunshine?"

"Y—yeah." you mutter, still catching your breath from the kiss. A slow, languorous and dangerous grin spreads across Hunter's face. "Get on your knees." he says, almost murmuring, but you can still hear him loud and clear. Your mind registers what he just told you before it clicks. You do as he tells you, the slim possibility of getting caught only turning you on more. His hum of approval snakes it way down your spine, making a shiver roll through you after it. You notice he's wearing the light clothes he usually wears under his armor, and you also notice he makes quick work of his pants.

You feel your throat go bone-dry as you take the sight of his cock in—long, thick, and the tip dripping precum. Your plans need sudden reassessment, and based off the the context of the position you're in right now, he probably won't fully fit in your mouth. Hunter looks down at you, smirking yet again as lust carves his face into a darker, hotter version of itself. The hand that's fisting your hair pulls until your chin is tilted up and you're fully looking up at him. "Do you know what I want you to do, darling?"

You nod, and the hand he has in your hair tightens. "Good. Now put your mouth on it."

The fact that you and him are in broad daylight yet in a place no one ventures to is the last thing on your mind as you do what he tells you. A muffled noise of pleasure comes from your throat as you take more of his cock into your mouth, jaw stretching to accommodate his girth and size. Your tongue flicks over the head of his cock, lapping up his precum, and he groans, hand tightening in your hair. "That's it, baby. Feels so good with my cock buried down your throat."

"Mmph." Your jaw aches a little bit as you start a rhythm, bobbing your head up and down as you lick and suck. You hear a low whine coming from Hunter's mouth, and you feel his hand tighten in your hair again. "Been wanting you for so long, and now I finally have you." His hand drifts from your hair to your jaw, rubbing his thumb in circles to ease the ache. "Hope you know I'm never letting you go now. I've waited too long."

You keep going, making sure to breathe through your nose so you don't choke. You hear a knife being unsheathed and panic makes your arousal spike. "I won't cut you with this because it's pretty deadly, but I'll keep it near your skin." you hear him murmur. "Tap my thigh if it gets too much, okay?"

Well, you can't really respond due to having his cock in your mouth, but a small, muffled whine comes from you as a form of response. You're keenly aware of how close Hunter's knife is to your neck, but it only turns you on more. You keep going, more enthusiastic than before, and you hear a rougher groan from above you as his hand drifts from your jaw to your neck, his rough, callused palm wrapping around it like a necklace. "Look at you. Choking on my cock like the perfect little whore you are."

A muffled moan leaves your mouth at the degradation with a tiny kernel of praise, and you double your efforts until the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. You feel your gag reflex kicking in, but you force it back and keep going. It's your only moment of reprieve before Hunter's hand tightens around your throat, lightly choking you as he starts to thrust into your mouth. 

Fuck. Tears spring into your eyes at the rough thrust, but you breathe through your nose and get through it, right as he keeps fucking your throat. His fingers twitch on your neck, and in your peripheral vision, you see his knife shaking slightly. "I knew you could take every fucking inch. Just like the beautiful slut I know you are, hmm?"

You can't respond, drunk on the feeling of his knife near your throat, his hand slowly tightening around your neck like a noose and the untethered, primally animalistic way he's fucking your throat. He bottoms out, and you choke a bit from the sudden shift, but when he resumes fucking your throat, a muffled moan slips from your mouth. Hunter's hand tightens on your neck, and that combined with his brutal thrusts into your mouth is making black lace dance at the edges of your vision, but it fuels the roaring flame of your arousal. 

"That's it. Choke on my cock like the good whore you are." he murmurs, fingers massaging the skin of your neck. "Wonder how you'd look if your face was painted with my cum."

God, the undertone of pure sex in his voice...He bottoms out again, and a tear of overexertion slips from one of your eyes. A few more rough thrusts into your throat is all it takes before he pulls out and thick, white liquid runs over your face. your jaw aches, cum is covering your face, and you're both in a place that anyone could easily stumble upon, but everything except for him is in your focus. 

Hunter smirks down at you as he rubs circles into your cheek, subsequently rubbing the cum around on your skin. Either lust or something else motivates you, but your tongue reaches out to the corner of your mouth and you taste something salty. His smirk grows as his dark, wild eyes track the movement. "Like the taste?"

You don't respond for a minute, your jaw still aching a bit too much for you to speak, but you reply with, "Maybe."

He laughs and fixes himself up before giving you a random piece of cloth from his pocket with a smug, crooked half-smile. "For your face." he remarks when you stare up at him blankly. You laugh and take the cloth, wiping your face clean, before standing up again—feeling a slight sting in your knees, but it's all worth it. 

"Hope you know I'm not letting you go after this." Hunter leans in and presses his mouth to yours for a moment. "You're mine now, sunshine. There's no leaving for either of us."

"And I wouldn't have it any other way." You smile as you kiss him again.

[sp3ncer45]

Guess who decided to make a size chart mee I did

//MENTION OF ED/SH//

(CHANGES/HCS UNDER CUT)

||Keroro||

-He/him, cis, gay

-45(human years)

-He's short now like really short, I thought it would be cute

-a little bit chubby heart emoji

-He's got brown in his colors now(stole that from ziv❤)

-Claws!!!!!!

-Fuckass ushanka(Chip revvington reference I gave him a ushanka because of that FUCKASS chainsaw beast)

-I have a theory/headcanon that the keroro platoon was created and put together by keron hq to kind of be a "mascot platoon" with keroro being the somewhat offical mascot for the keron army, so like I wanted to make keroro look kind of cutesy like a marketable mascot. Hes not fully marketable here, his designs a little too complicated, but I imagine that keron has an altered version of keroro that's much closer to his original purpose that they use in tv and in products

||Tamama||

-He/She/They, genderfluid, likes men that's all I know

-15(human years)

-SHES TALLLLLL for a keronian atleast

-to be honest he changed the most out of all the others

-anyways they have much bulkier limbs now

-I wanted to make him look a little "manmade" with the colors on their body n the way shes built I suppose?? theres a reason for that

-Tamama is a clone, like dark keroro. I hc that on keron clones have to be genetically distinct from from non clone keronians so they can be identified as clones, like for example, their underbellies being dark colors as compared to the light colors of most keronians, and the lack of feet.

-Hes a clone of one of the very high ranking soldiers of the keron army. They were created as an experiment to test genetic mutations and making stable lifeforms with said mutations. He was raised by one of the scientists who was having issues having children of their own and so decided to take her in. Keron is surprisingly very open about their genetic testing and the fact they create manmade keronians, so tamama was allowed to live a pretty normal life and went to school n such.

-She has an ED where he will often binge large quantities of food and then purge for extended periods of time

||Giroro||

-He/him, cis(?), the most he will say is bi-curious (Hes mega gay)

-45(human years)

-Buff as hell

-is that a little bit of chub? or is it muscle belly? he won't tell you that's for sure

-I made his scar cooler

-his belt has multiple pictures of it, some of the cat, some of natsumi(NOT BC HE HAS A FUCKING CRUSH ON HER ITS BC HE CARES ABT HER LIKE A DAUGHTER I WILL KILL MYSELF OVER GIRONASTU AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY) but on the top is a picture of he and is family(garuru and his dad)

||Dororo||

-He/him, FTM, bisexual

-38(human years)

-Hes supposed to be canonically lean? no, fuck you, hes fat as hell actually

-Before coming to pekopon, he had a terrible ED, he would hardly eat or drink and this was mostly due to being psychologically abused by his mentor about being natrually plus-sized when he was training to be an assassin.

-When he came to pekopon, and became a ninja, he was able to overcome his ED and accept his body as it is. Realizing he was trans and transitioning helped a lot as well as the "ninja lifestyle".

-Also I hc that the time it took for him to reunite with the keroro platoon was significantly longer than how it was canonically (like 1 year), and when he reunited with the keroro platoon he was still struggling with body image issues relating to gender and weight. He was still in the middle of his journey of self-acceptance as well.

-Stretch marks bc I imagine that he gained a fairly large amount of weight in a short amount of time

-His hat drape thingy is much longer now(also stolen from ziv(hi ziv)) he treats it like hair sometimes

-some big ol long sharp claws❤(he likes to scratch things up like a cat, theirs a cat stretch pole at he and koyuki's place)

-Droopy eyes bc I think it makes him look silly

-PAW PADS!!!!!

||Kururu||

-He/they/ku, gender? I hardly know her, pansexual

-24(human years)

-Ku is chubby ❤ as he should be

-Hypersexual(that's from donnie hi donnie)

-SH scars from SH

-I imagine that they have quite a lot of self hatred issues and an inferiority complex. Ku hates to take care of himself bc he views themself as "undeserving" of care.

-The weird jerky uncaring asshole thing he has going on is mostly a shield so people won't see his true emotions, but also it's so people will hate him. In ku's mind if people hate him then they won't care about him, since he believes hes unworthy of it. It ends up being an toxic cycle, though, as he continues to keep up the jerk act, he believes hes more and more unworthy of love and care, so keeps it up, and so on and so forth.

EXTRA BITS:

-Kururu is the average height for civilian keronians, while dororo and giroro are around the height of soldier keronians. I hc that the keron army typically recruits taller keronians especially for on field stuff.

-I HC that keronians do croak, and keronians all have unique croaks. They typically croak when they are content, kind of like a purr but more casual. However in keronian society its considered rude to purr so most do it at home alone or with family. Croaking is kind of like a stim for keronians, they can do it as they please but sometimes they'll do it subconsciously as well

-speaking of purring keronians also purr. They purr when they feel good or are very happy. Unlike croaking they can't control purrs. What makes a keronian purr depends on the individual, sometimes a keronian has to feel really really good to purr sometimes a keronian will start purring at the drop of a dime lol

-Sometimes they knead like a cat but it's quite rare and only some do it.

(close ups of the characters)

[bucketofbugz]

TMNT Masterpost

Aka the post that connects all my tmnt things. Great, huh?

Anyway.

I am the #1 fan of the Brains n Brawn duo. They are THE siblings ever. [I have a sideblog where I compile every post I see of them] I am also a huge fan of Raph. Live laugh love Raph [One of my ____posting tags is dedicated to her]

My official iteration tags:

rottmnt- Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles mutant mayhem- TMNT: Mutant Mayhem tottmnt- Tales of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

I have like 30 rottmnt aus but I only talk about a few of them:

One Turtle Short of a Lair- Splinter dies while freeing the freshly mutated turtles from Draxum's lab, and the turtles have to survive in New York alone. Also Mikey's missing. Fun! [Ao3 series collection] [Start of the Bad Future Comic] Mama's Wishes- All four main series turtles are raised by Big Mama and Draxum, while Venus and Jennika are raised by Splinter. [The fic] [The askblog] [Sibling Bonding oneshots] Magic and Masks- Splinter only managed to save Mikey from the exploding lab, leaving the other three (four) behind. Raph and Donnie (Rose and Dawn) end up in witch town while Leo ends up in the pirate bazaar. Also Big Mama's there being a horrible mother to Jennika!! [Leo oneshot] Sole Successor- The original plot of Mama's Wishes before I decided I wanted to make it sillier (didn't have the confidence to make it serious. But I do now. So we get this). Aka literally the exact same universe and setup as MW but Big Mama is significantly worse of a person and also refuses to let Draxum coparent with her. [The fic] Grounded x rottmnt- The turtles get shrunk. Follows the same plot as the game Grounded by Obsidian Entertainment Rise of the Hollow Knight- Mixed the Hidden City with Hallownest and am simply writing down what resulted from that. The turtles are vessels, Draxum is the Pale King. and NO I have had to answer this question Splinter is NOT the white lady there is no white lady it is all Draxum. [Sunita oneshot] Apocalypse Children- The Foot Clan decided to release the Kraang before the Shredder, and much earlier. Instead of being mutated to save Yokai from humanity, the turtles were mutated to save the earth from the Kraang.

I also have a few fanmade iterations of my own:

Ruins- My very first tmnt iteration! Holds a special place in my heart but I also hate it. Almost everything on this iteration is quite old and could use a redo. If you know this au through the iteration comp no you don't <33 [Oneshot Spiralling] [Main Ruins Masterpost] TMNT Overgrown- A good chunk of New York got very very very messed up in a nuclear incident!! Now it has to be contained. There's nothing living inside there but plants I promise there are no mutants I swear. Underwater Iteration- I've posted absolutely NOTHING about this!! And I never will!!!! But it's pretty much a "fanmade iteration meets separated au meets mermaid au" iteration. Iteration 4- Yes that is its name it will never be changed. Hamato Yoshi, along with his two sons (Leo and Mikey) get kidnapped and mutated by Yoshi's old rival (Shredder). And bonus! Their two pet turtles got mutated too. So now they live in the sewer and also have to take care of these two mutant turtles out of like. moral obligation I guess. [The oneshot] Collaborative Effort- The turtles & everyone else that's important are a bunch of highschool students wanting to make an amateur short film!! It's also a horror film because why not? you get to see your friends get murdered on screen. The theme park one- ..I genuinely do not know what I was doing with this one. Kind of a crack iteration I guess? They live at a theme park and pretend to be mascots. April works there and knows they aren't mascots but lets them stay anyway because they fight off weirdos. Found Family- Apocalypse iteration!!! Freaky lil alien turtles and orphan April and Casey.