#sure you can train them but an animal is gonna animal whether you like it or not

[smilesrobotlover]

Hate it whenever people declaw a cat or clip a bird’s wings. Like if you didn’t want an animal to animal then why did you buy an animal?

[warping-realities]

Parental Pressure 

Eddie watched the personal trainer's video for the thousandth time as he was getting closer to the little gym for his first class. He had snuck out of his house super early and quietly because he knew Nick, his old man, wouldn’t approve of his son wasting time on this kinda stuff. He became a single father really young, back in high school, and now, at 35, he did everything he could to make sure his kid didn’t follow the same path. Becoming a doctor was Nicholas Rousseau’s biggest dream, but early fatherhood messed up his chance to hit the books at college. Not that he blamed Eddie for it; on the contrary, they usually had a solid relationship, except when Eddie strayed from the plans his dad laid out for his future. If Nick couldn’t get into med school, Eddie sure as hell would, whether he liked it or not. And now, with less than a month before college kicked off, Eddie was having doubts about the path laid out for him. So, in a rebellious move, after getting an invite to check out Rocco “Rocky” Mancini's gym, an Italian bodybuilder who moved to the States, now retired and not exactly a big name in the game, who a few years back started hustling as a personal trainer and, according to the promo video on Eddie's Instagram, was looking for young men to boost his portfolio. It looked like that gig wasn’t going great either. The first person to sign up would get a month of free daily training. Perfect for Eddie; after all, a month of training with an expert before college would make things way easier when he had to hit the gym away from his overprotective dad’s watchful eye. Surprisingly he was the first one to sign up! And so, the young  skinny man, with light brown hair found himself stepping into the dimly lit gym at 6 AM.

As he stood frozen at the door, anxiety washing over him, a monstrous figure approached, strutting with swagger, muscles bulging looking like they might burst from the thin layer of skin wrapping them. With a fuller beard and looking at least five years older than in the video Eddie had seen over and over, the guy oozed confidence and a certain arrogance. But those weren’t the only things he was giving off, as it became clear to Eddie when the dude came up to him with a sweaty hand extended to shake, a distinct animal musk dominating his senses.

“You must be Eddie! Nice to meet ya, kid; I’m Rocco, but you can call me Rocky—everyone does. Welcome to my little temple. So, you ever trained before?”

“Ahn, no... I wanted to, but my dad... no, I’ve never trained.”

“Feeling a little bit of Daddy Issues here? Just kidding, son! Where’s your workout gear?”

“I thought, since it’s the first day... I... didn’t bring any...”

“Damn, son, you weren’t kidding when you said you’ve never trained; you don’t have a clue! But don’t sweat it, we’ll fix that! You can wear the shirt; I’ll get you some shorts.”

“I... don’t wanna be a bother.”

“Son, you came here to train, and train is what you’re gonna do. I don’t know what your pops taught you but it looks like you got a lot to learn from me. First thing, you gotta be more assertive—don’t be scared to say what you think or do what you like.”

Hearing that, Eddie felt something shift inside him; the fear and anxiety that had been eating at him for weeks seemed to fade away. He wanted to be there, and nobody was gonna take that away from him, not even his old man.

After hitting the locker room and putting on the shorts Rocco lent him, which were way too big in the legs but surprisingly just right in the waist, Eddie went back to the main room where the personal trainer was waiting for him.

“We gotta fill those shorts, son!”

“That’s why I’m here, Mr. Mancini.”

“Hell yeah! That’s the spirit but none of this Mr. Mancini nonsense; you either call me Rocky or coach.”

“Yes, sir, coach!”

“That’s right! Now, back to our chat, you said you’ve been training for a while, but how long is a while, son?”

That info was totally wrong; he’d never trained, right? But why did he have fuzzy memories of sneaking out to hit the school gym before class during his senior year? If he hadn’t trained, where did those small but tight muscles come from?

“I’ve been training for almost a year, coach, but I don’t think I’ve seen much result.”

“Two more things to teach you, son: first, we’re never happy with the size we are, and second, even so, you’re never gonna downplay your achievements; you’ve done something that most people can’t even pull off. Be proud of that.”

“I... I’m proud, yeah!” he replied, realizing the coach was speaking the truth. He had a lot of pride in what he accomplished, even though he knew he was still far from where he wanted to be.

“Awesome! Now you’re talking like a real champ. But enough chit-chat, let’s see what you’re made of.” Rocco said before putting Eddie through the most grueling workout he’d ever experienced. His self-taught training hadn’t prepared him for this level of exhaustion. After half an hour of intense agony, they took a break, and Eddie tried to recover before what he knew would be another half hour of torture as Rocco praised him.

“Damn, son, all that fuss you had with your pops to come train with me in your junior year was worth it. You’re huge; another minute and that shirt ain’t gonna hold!”

Still exhausted from the workout, Eddie took a moment to wrap his head around what the trainer had said. A fight with his dad...? And training here for at least three years...? No... it didn’t make sense... but then he saw his own reflection in the gym mirror, and he was... fucking swole! And that... that wasn’t just possible; it was thanks to the time he’d spent caring for his body all this while, even with his dad breathing down his neck.

“Thanks, Coach, but I’m still not anywhere near where I wanna be!”

“Well, if you get closer, this shirt definitely isn’t gonna hold. I’ll grab you one of mine, or you can train shirtless until the other clients show up, son. In the meantime, figure out how to get that thing off, but I doubt it’s coming off without tearing. Maybe you should film a video for your social media; I bet your followers will go wild!”

“Haha, I don’t think that they will care, and I feel kinda uncomfortable putting myself out there. So I’ll take the shirt.” Eddie replied as the coach returned with an enormous shirt in hand and offered it to him.

“Son, there’s no reason to be shy about showing off; you sculpted that body for a reason. Don’t tell me that’s another one of your dad’s ideas? You never cared much about what he thinks, and I’ve known you since you were a little brat, fourteen years old, showing up on opening day to get an autograph!”

Once again, Eddie felt something shift inside him; the cordial relationship he had with his overly protective dad was turning into a conflictual one, with both of them constantly arguing about the expectations they had for Eddie’s future, which drove him to practically live at Rocco’s gym, where he helped with maintenance or took care of the place to keep training without having to pay.

“You’re right, as always, Rocky; it’s just that, I dunno... I think this crowd that needs to post everything they do is kinda empty and vain.”

“Son if you don’t show off your gains, you won’t grow your followers, and so what if it seems kinda empty? What matters is being seen. And nobody builds a body like yours without a bit of vanity. I’ll let you keep training; I’ve got a client in twenty minutes. If you need me for anything, just holler.”

“Rocky, I can train better than a lot of pro bodybuilders, man! You know that!”

“Son there’s a fine line between confidence and arrogance! You can strut around all you want with your followers, but don’t come at me with that!” Rocky shot back, though he couldn’t hide a smile of approval.

As the trainer moved away to organize things for his client, Eddie focused on finishing his remaining exercises. Kicking off his sneakers and heading to the squat rack barefoot, he stacked plate after plate until he formed a sizable pile that would surprise anyone. But the truth was, despite the insane weight, it was relatively easy for Eddie. Next, he hit the leg press and finished with deadlifts using a bar that weighed more than a baby rhino. When he sat down to do his last exercise of the day, calves, a distinct funk emanated from his armpits, but mainly from his giant size 14 bare feet. Looking at himself and feeling pumped, he couldn’t resist pulling out his phone to shoot a TikTok video. He was in the middle of recording when Rocky interrupted him.

“Damn, kid, you reek! No offense, we all have a little man funk; I know how it is, but clients are gonna start showing up, so take a shower and let’s get to work.”

“Damn, coach, sometimes you’re worse than my dad.” The kid replied, stopping the recording.

“I am your father, boy!” The older man shot back with a sinister grin and a predatory look at the younger man before continuing. “And if you really wanna please your fans, be a show-off; don’t hide your assets, son; show off that chest and those abs, but hurry up, ‘cause this place is gonna be packed soon. We’re not the biggest gym in town by luck, Wardo. This young stud pose might please your fans, but the morning ladies prefer when you play the part of the innocent bambino.”

This time, the wave of strangeness hit Eddie so hard that he felt dizzy and nauseous, exacerbated by the potent funk he was putting off. And for the first time since he stepped foot in that gym, he fully realized what was going down as he automatically took off his shirt and walked toward one of the gym mirrors, a gym which seemed to expand with every step he took, turning from a small studio into a gigantic complex. As his skin took on an olive tone and his dark brown hair curled into perfect black curls, while his nose turned aquiline like a Roman emperor from antiquity, Eddie struggled within his own mind while Edoardo Mancini took control. If someone could hear the debate between the two, it would sound something like:

“Dude, I am... no, we are what you’ve always wanted to be! Pops gave you this chance; why not embrace it?”

“’Cause I... I’m going to med school...”

“You never wanted that; we never wanted that; that was Nicholas’s thing, not ours. This is our chance to be whoever we wanna be!”

“No... we are what Rocco made us; we’re just trading one controlling dad for another!”

“Not even close, dude! We chose this path; he didn’t pressure us! We followed him out of admiration, and that boosted both his success and ours; we’re legends in the fitness world!”

“Rocco was a mediocre pro... he’s using us for leverage!”

“And what’s wrong with that? We’re getting something out of it too! And how is that different from Nicholas pressuring you?”

“I... I... don’t know...”

“Dude, if you didn’t want this, I wouldn’t be here. Chill and enjoy; besides, Pops already got what he wanted from us. He’s not gonna pressure us to follow in his footsteps. We can be whatever we want: bodybuilders like him, or fitness models, or even kickstart an acting career; and I’m not even talking about porn, even though this big guy between our legs would be a hit. Just accept it.” Wardo said, stroking the giant cock in his mind and in real life.

“I... I... damn... this feels so... fucking... good!”

“Wardo! Wrap it up, kid, and stop playing with that thing; we got a new client coming.” Rocco scolded his son.

“Damn, Pops, another ruined video!”

“You weren’t gonna post that, kid; you wanna get banned from social media?”

“I was just messing around...”

“Kid... you’ve got five minutes to take a shower and get your ass to the front desk.”

“Okay, Dad! Did you hear that, folks? The great Rocco Mancini has spoken, and the good son obeys! I’ll be back with updates soon.” The young man said before stopping the recording.

“I’ll edit it so nothing racy gets out; don’t worry, Dad!”

“Five minutes and counting!” Rocco replied with fake irritation, but in reality, he was puffed up with pride for his son as he headed for the reception, spotting a man in his mid-thirties, wearing glasses and an outfit that screamed he’d never set foot in a gym in his life.

“Good morning, sir; welcome to Rocky's Gym; I’m Rocky Mancini, the owner and head coach. Are you looking for something?”

“Good morning, I’m Nick Rousseau, and I’m actually looking for my son; his phone tracker showed he was here just a few minutes ago before it suddenly stopped working.”

“Tracker? Isn’t that a bit much? Anyway, how old is he and what’s he like? We haven’t had anyone too young around here today, except for my own kid, but if I can help you out…”

“I... I don’t know...”

“You don’t know? What kinda dad doesn’t know how to describe his own kid?”

“I... I...” Nicholas replied, his voice filled with genuine desperation, which made Rocco feel a bit of sympathy, but not enough to stop him from making the next call.

“Hey, Wardo... Wardo!!! Damn kid never listens! Edoardo Mancini!!!!” Rocky yelled while watching Nicholas slightly tremble at the sound of that name.

“What’s up, Pops? I’ll get ready in a sec.” The handsome young man replied as he prepared to flex the powerful muscles that no kid his age could get without maximum dedication, watched by his dad and the other boy.

“Not that, you insubordinate ragazzo! This guy’s looking for his son; has anyone younger shown up today?”

“Nope!” He replied, giving Nicholas a quick glance over the shades he was wearing just for style before turning around and finally heading to the locker room.

“Sorry about that, teenage boys; you know how they are.” Rocco said, smiling at the other man.

“I... know?”

“Didn’t you come looking for your son?”

“Son?? Son... no... I don’t have kids... do I?” Nicholas replied, looking both confused and desperate.

“Are you feeling alright? I’m no doc, but I can try to help.”

“Doc... doctor? No... no need... I’m a doctor.” Nicholas replied with more confidence.

“Seriously? That’s awesome! Doctors are always good clients; they know how to take care of themselves.”

“Client?”

“You didn’t come here to train? We’re in a gym, after all.”

“Of course... I came... to train. You come highly recommended.”

“Modesty aside, it’s because I’m the best. I normally don’t take new clients, but we could use a doctor to evaluate our clients, so we could do a trade; you wouldn’t happen to be a sports doc, would you?”

“No, I…”

“Awesome! Just what I needed! But I can tell you’re already in shape!” Rocco said, grinning. “Let me show you the gym. Normally, this would be Wardo’s job, but the kid’s been so focused on his influencer career that he’s slacking here... between us, I’d rather he be a bodybuilder like me, but I think a dad should respect his kid’s wishes; don’t you think?” Rocco asked, and without waiting for a reply, he continued. “Don’t you wanna have kids? Are you single or married? Dude, if you’re single, I gotta introduce you to my sister; no disrespect to her, ‘cause my mama raised me right, but between us, she’s a total smoke show...” And so he went on while Nicholas followed, not realizing that with every word spoken, his reality was adjusting to the other man’s desires.

Minutes later, Rocco stepped into the locker room bathroom and watched his son recording another video, already showered but still unable to shake off the musk that surrounded him, maybe because he was still wearing the same shorts from his workout. He admired his boy, feeling proud knowing all this was his hard work paying off.

When the young man finished recording, he turned to him.

“Wardo, finish getting dressed and come out here for a minute; I got a surprise for you.”

….

“Hey guys, Wardo Mancini here, and I’ve got some awesome news! You’re probably tired of seeing my pops in my videos, but today, besides him, I wanna introduce you to someone else.” He said, repositioning the camera in the packed gym.

“This handsome fella next to my dad is my doctor, Nic Russo, and on top of that, he’s my uncle, married to my dad’s sister. And now for the biggest news: he’s about to be a dad, and he asked me to be the godfather of his boy! Just think about the genetics of that kid with a dad like this and an uncle like my pops. My uncle says the kid can be whatever he wants, but we all know the iron bug is in our blood, and as far as his godfather is concerned, Rocky Russo is gonna be a champion bodybuilder!”

[httpvomitello]

hey so how do you think the bayverse boys would deal with having a s/o where on the news, it says that the apartment above their’s, someone got murdered. And then suddenly with weird timing, they just hear something rolling behind them and someone huff and sit on their couch. They look over and see their s/o with a suitcase and saying “I’m gonna live here now”. They’re staying here for the next month or two cuz you know, murderers might still be in the building and s/o doesn’t wanna be next. Also if the boys want to deal with it, s/o basically knows what went down and can tell them?

Hello, hello! I hope you like it ♡♡♡♡

Leonardo

When you walk in with a suitcase and tell him someone got murdered in your building, Leo’s calm on the outside but inside, he's panicking

His first thought?

I should’ve been there to protect you

He won’t let you leave the lair for anything

"You’re staying here. No arguments.”

His tone leaves no room for negotiation

The thought of you being anywhere near that danger makes him feel sick

The longer you stay with him, the more on edge Leo gets

He’s constantly worrying about whether the murderer will come after you next

Leo wants to protect you but struggles with not being able to solve everything

He hates that you had to come to him in fear

"I should've stopped it before it even happened," he mutters one night

You remind him it’s not his fault, but he doesn’t seem convinced

Despite everything, you know Leo won't stop until he finds the killer

But one night, you ended up giving him a little earful, making him calm down a little.

Raphael

When you tell him what happened, Raph’s first reaction is pure rage

“Wait, you’re tellin’ me there was a murder right above you? And you’re just NOW telling me?”

He’s angry, at the situation, not you, but you can tell he’s freaked out inside

He won’t show it at first, but Raph feels guilty

The fact that you were that close to danger eats at him.

He’s punching the training dummy harder than usual, throwing himself into workouts as a way to blow off steam

“I shoulda been there.”

You staying with him makes him feel more protective, but also more on edge

He tries to act like it’s no big deal, but deep down, he’s scared of losing you

"If anything happens to you…"

He doesn't finish the sentence, but you know what he means

One night, you catch him snapping at his brothers and pacing the lair like a caged animal

"I hate this. You being in danger, and me not being able to do a damn thing about it!"

He doesn’t want to admit how scared he is, but you can see it in his eyes

He only managed to calm down when you dragged him to the bedroom and lay down together

For the rest of the night, you were the one calming Raph down and reassuring him that everything was going to be okay.

Donatello

The moment you tell Donnie about the murder, he’s already thinking about how to secure your old apartment

“Did they catch the guy? No? Okay, you’re staying here. No question.”

Donnie tries to play it cool, but his anxiety is through the roof

He spends hours obsessively monitoring your building through hacked security feeds and checking news reports

He doesn't mind spending a few more days awake just to catch the killer who can hurt you too

He can’t relax until he knows the threat is gone, and even then, he’s still tense

You wake up a few nights to find Donnie hunched over his computers, working on something

"Donnie, it’s 3 AM," you say, rubbing your eyes

He barely looks up. "I need to make sure everything’s secure before you even think about going back."

There’s a tremble in his voice, he’s scared to let you go

The stress finally gets to him

One night, after days of little sleep and constant worry, Donnie breaks down

"I-I can’t lose you. What if they come after you next? What if I’m not fast enough to stop it?"

You have to remind him that he’s already done everything he can to keep you safe

You had to ask Master Splinter for help to get Donnie into bed, but when he finally did, it didn't take long for him to close his eyes and fall asleep

And as you lay down next to him, your worry eased a little

The following afternoon, the killer was arrested.

Michelangelo

Mikey’s first reaction is shock

"Whoa, wait—someone got murdered?!"

He’s usually the carefree one, but the idea that something so dangerous happened near you?

It freaks him out more than he lets on

He tries to keep things light when you move in

“Guess you’re moving in with me then, huh? Roomies!”

But deep down, Mikey’s scared. He doesn’t know what he’d do if something happened to you

One night, after everyone else is asleep, Mikey quietly admits how scared he is

"I know I act like it’s all cool, but... I’m terrified, y'know? What if that guy comes after you next? What if I’m not fast enough to help you?"

Hearing him confess his fears hits hard

Mikey sticks close to you, always wanting to be near

He’s always checking in

“Need anything? Another pizza? Some nunchucks?”

He’ll distract you with his usual antics, but his hugs linger a little longer, and you can see the fear behind his smile

So, to calm him down, you proposed an all-night video game marathon

And it worked...

Until Master Splinter shows up and tells you off for being up so late at night

But it was worth it, because in the end, Mikey seemed to be calmer than he had been on other days.

[lululandd]

rabid; (i.)

pairing: platonic simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

word count: 956

warnings: comedy, aftermath of torture, mild gore

note: heheh >:3 (also on ao3)

summary:

ghost has a love-hate relationship with his neighbour of six years. on one hand they’re quiet enough, nice enough, considerate enough and never once had bothered him in any way, but on the other hand he is a highly trained soldier with highly trained senses and the things he hears travelling through his walls are batshit insane.

part i. | part ii. | part iii. | part iv.

He guesses they are an entertainer or a comedian or some sort because on rare occasions, they—whether he wanted to or not—made him laugh. The absurdity of the questions and things that came out of their mouth really makes him feel like he has a glimpse of what a worry free civilian life could be.

On one particularly rowdy night he heard the one sided conversation about anal, which rapidly escalated to how peoples arseholes can stretch up to seven inches in diameter and therefore, theoretically could fit two smaller raccoons.

He listened in fascinated horror how that thought came into their mind, how they associated arseholes with raccoons, and why in christ fuck did they sound so cheerful about it. Maybe he’s just a battle hardened, workaholic soldier that has only seen carnage and suffering, but even if such a thought came to his mind, it would not be classified as a happy thought and he would not laugh about it.

Until eight months later where he’s interrogating an American that he really wants to just straight up murder and remembers his neighbour.

He opens the door that leads to the rest of the warehouse and calls out to his men, “I need two raccoons. Small but not pups.”

He was met with silence and a confused looks, but he saw Gaz and Soap get on it and round up several soldiers.

“Alive!” He barked at them.

—

Soap looked worriedly at Gaz, “What do you think he’s gonna do with live raccoons?”

The other man shrugged, “You think he’s gonna threaten him with rabies?” Gaz gnashed his teeth together, “Let them bite him or something?”

One of the Lance Corporals behind them chimed, “I kinda wanna see.”

In came a chime of ‘yeah’s from the other men.

—

Ghost had made sure the American in question heard his request of the live raccoons before taking a seat on the table holding all his tools and lighting up a cigarette.

He looked at the man’s surroundings, the litter of teeth and nails on the floor, three parts of his severed ring finger, and the blood splatters on the makeshift plastic floor. The cleanup crew’s gonna at least be a little happy about that.

“You like raccoons, mate?” He offers, lighting what seemed to be his third cigarette.

The question caught him off guard. “What?”

“Raccoons. Trash pandas. Those chubby lil wankers with grubby hands.” He curled his palms and did mock scratching motions.

“You’re crazy.” He spat.

“I am.” For even thinking of trying this over his neighbour’s demented jokes.

Fourty five minutes later Gaz came knocking on his door.

“Got your furry friends, boss.” He gestures at a cage sitting by the door. The animals seemed calm, they couldn’t have just nicked it from some random bins and throw them in there.

“Cheers, Gaz.” He saw the man linger. “Anything else?”

“Can we observe, Sir?”

“No.” came his quick answer. If he really has to do what he thinks he’s gonna do, he’d rather his men not see it. They’ve seen so much in their line of work already, he doesn’t want to add to their nightmares.

Imagining one of them having PTSD from seeing a harmless animal makes him feel guilty.

He took the cage from Gaz’s hands and placed it nicely on the floor, a little way away from the American’s feet.

“You know that saying?” He puts on his best southern accent, mimicking Graves. “What crawled up your butt and died?”

The man’s eyes widened and he tried so hard to shift further into his seat, trying to create as much distance between them as possible. Ghost lets the moment go on for a little longer. It makes all the difference, really; whether you rush into the torture or letting them sit and wonder about the choices they think they have.

“I heard somewhere that your arse can stretch up to seven inches in diameter.” He pointed at the raccoons, “The normal sized bastards can fit into a four inch hole. But I’m being nice today and gonna give these smaller ones some wiggle room.”

He can’t help but crouch closer to the cage and coo at them as the man starts yelling for help.

“So.” He said in a calm voice, listing his head slowly when the man had stopped screaming his throat dry. “Since I’m a very nice man today I’m gonna give you two options.”

Fat rolls of tears had started to run down the man’s cheeks, his chest heaving as he begged for mercy.

“Do you want me to sedate these raccoons so they don’t claw your insides or do you wanna..” He remembers a word that floated into his flat one night, “..rawdog it?”

—

Soap had never seen a cleaner interrogation room before. Not from Ghost, the man’s usually so brutal about it. He remembers seeing parts of a live brain one time because Ghost had bashed their skull so badly and remembered having to shoot the person dead out of pity. But today? The intel was good, the man was still alive with almost all of his body parts; save for some of his teeth and nails and the chopped up finger,

and the raccoons.

They were alive and Ghost seemed to never have opened the cage at all.

—

When Ghost came home that month he heard his neighbour say something about a ‘little birthday celebration’ for tomorrow. He checked his watch and decided to walk to the bakery and get them some cake. That last operation went smoothly, and he has them to thank.

He can’t wait to hear what other mental things that will come out of their mouth in the future and apply them to his work.

[anticanonsposts]

Random Fluff Headcanons-König pt. 2

Completely SFW

He loves surprising you with little trinkets and shit, he is well aware that your favorite color is pink and legit if he has to run to the store to grab something and he sees something in pink, you can be sure that he’s gonna buy it for you. (I am self inserting.)

Side note its super fun to see him in your bed, like this hulk of a man in your hyper feminine pink ass bed filled with stuffed animals. (I am self inserting again)

One point of slight contention in your relationship, at least during the beginning, was how much faster he walked due to his height. Like the first few times you walked anywhere with him you would be panting trying to catch up while also not seeming like you were putting too much effort in.

Since at the beginning he was also very nervous and wanted to impress you, he typically would be lost in thought and not realize so you eventually need to point it out to him

When you do he is very apologetic, it takes him a while but eventually he is able to walk with you without dedicating a whole lot of thought to monitoring his speed.

Fun thing tho is whenever you two need to catch a bus or train he will just scoop you up and jog to catch it, this way you’re faster and the driver can’t miss his frame charging towards them. 

Random but if you work early in the morning he loves going/walking to work with you. Since it is so early, not many people are out and about so there’s less eyes on him which makes him feel more relaxed.

Whenever you guys sit on a couch together whether alone or with friends his arm is always draped over the back of the couch and you rest your elbow on his thigh, given the height difference it makes him the perfect arm rest. It is also a form of touch that doesn’t make him uncomfortable to do in front of people. 

This guy opens EVERY single door for you, to the point that it becomes a game to you when you try to open one before he gets the chance.

He also always insists on paying when you guys are out, it doesn't matter what you are doing, dinner, drinks, stopping at Target for some essentials.

He has literally been in Target with you grabbed the items from you when you talk about paying then quickly walking to the front and paying before you can even catch up to him.

He has also taken your phone before while you were in the shower, gone to your (whatever app you buy things from most) and changed the default payment method to his card.

It took you like 3 trips/purchases for you to even notice and once you did he acted like he had no idea what you were talking about and that it had always been like that. 

I really like to think that when he was in grade school he went out for the football team (soccer) and the coaches just put him in the goal because of his size, he was just so big that players on the other team were too scared to go near him or the goal. 

I feel like he loves the x men movies because he sees them as being exploited for physical traits that they have no control over, and these same traits being seen as both a hindrance to him being ‘normal’ but also very useful in more violent contexts. He also feels like he is often treated very differently because of his size so it is comforting to him to relate to any of the characters in x men, since that is such a prominent part of their storyline.

A little angsty but when you first started going out he was always worried that you would be afraid of him, and not feel safe, since you opened up  to him about your past and not feeling safe around a man you trusted, he just assumed that due to his size and nature of his job that you didn’t feel safe with him.

That is until one day when you two are just cuddling in bed, maybe watching a movie, maybe on your phones, and you nonchalantly say that you feel very safe and secure with him, and to say he was happy would be a ridiculous understatement. 

[redux-iterum]

I was looking through the list of prefixes and suffixes, and I had a few questions about the -leap suffix. Since it's given via fish based behaviour, is it most often given to Riveclan cats because they generally have more of an opportunity to observe fish behaviour and draw connections between their clanmates? For example, what would a Salmonleap, Minnowleap or Lampreyleap generally behave like? Also, I wasn't sure whether Tadpole- would count as a fish-based prefix to some uneducated cats because if someone didn't know they were really baby frogs. Is that common knowledge throughout the clans, or just Shadowclan and Riverclan? Because, really, it's kind of crazy to imagine for someone who hasn't heard of anything like it before. "See that little wriggling fish down there? One day, it's gonna grow legs and crawl right out of the water!" On that same train of thought, would Riverclanners or Shadowclanners be more inclined to try and pull pranks on gullible cats from other clans on what fish do? (The same way Australians tell everyone that dropbears are real and you have to put toothpaste in your hair and forks behind your ears because American accents piss them off) Like, "Oh yeah, tadpoles turn into frogs and catfish sometimes crawl up onto land and turn into cats who we let join our clan. Why do you think they're called Catfish?" (even if they aren't directly called 'catfish' in feline!) And their clanmate just nods along, "Yep, it's true, I was a catfish once. All my kits hatched from eggs." I can imagine some poor sap through a series of misunderstandings being named Tadpoleleap in Windclan or Thunderclan, their name gets some chuckles out of their amphibious neighbours during a gathering, however unlikely such a mistake may be!

For the first question: I do not define -step-based names. That's something for y'all to do! It's far more fun for you to figure it out yourself than have me read a Wikipedia page translated to a fanfic to you. I will say that Tadpole- definitely counts for -leap, and as soon as they can be considered a proper frog (getting out of the water and hopping around), then it goes to -step.

The Clans are all aware of the unusual development frogs go through. It doesn't surprise any of them, though it's fascinating to kits and newcomers who have never interacted with a frog before. There have been a couple kits who try to keep track of one or a couple tadpoles and follow them as they grow up, but it's nearly impossible to do. There are a lot of little tadpoles out there.

As for pranks... the majority of jokes have to do with the ishmet, not any flesh-and-blood animals. WindClan and ThunderClan have very poor grasps on the concept of river spirits, and even ShadowClan doesn't have as much of their lore as RiverClan does. It's not rare for RiverClanners to tell stories about seeing one that looked like a glass otter, or being pulled into the river and nearly drowned because the spirits thought it would be funny. They escalate the stories a lot more with outsiders than they do each other, even though, technically, they're the only ones who care about the ishmet.

[sopiao]

task force 141 + konig going to the beach :D

100% unorganized and all over the place. Gaz and Ghost ganging up on Soap with water guns. Price lounging on a camping chair with a beer in hand, a book on the other. König and Shark drifting on the shore on floaties.

(callsign will be ‘Shark’ :3)

A beach day is just what the team needed after an unusually hard mission, and heaps of paperwork for that mission. Captain Price taking everyone out is like taking kindergartens out on a field trip.

Arriving to the beach, the whole group turned heads and caught the attention of almost everyone in 100ft radius. Group of soldiers, body covered in badass, healed, scars. Trained gazes to intimidate and belittle anyone with just a glare. All the while they had colorful beach items, coolers, towels, umbrella, and floaties. They all stare, not sure whether to be scared or turned on, or maybe both?

There were almost no space to breath with how many people were occupying the beach. They could already tell Price was getting irritated with how his personal space was being invaded. And with a simple glare from his soldiers, the people occupying the space around them immediately scooted away, giving them more than enough space to set up their towel and umbrella.

Not even minutes later, the soldiers were running around and acting like children. Of course, not before Price reminded them to put on sunscreen.

Gaz and Ghost whipped out two water guns each, super soakers, mischievously sneaking up on Soap, whose minding his own business making sandcastles, and drowning him in the cold water. Making him jump from the sudden temperature change against his back and immediately stumble up and run away.

“Pri—ce! Tell them to stop!” He shouts, running up to his captain, to tell on them like a kid. Price rolls his eyes from being pulled out of his book. He quickly looks at the two chasing Soap, waving them off just to get Soap off his back. It works for now, but planned to attack him when Price isn’t around.

Shark and König were floating around close by the shore, letting themselves get drifted away by the calming water. König sat himself in an inflatable shark pool float, while Shark dove under, looking for seashells or tiny rocks, floating up to the Austrian to show him and drop them all at his lap.

Soon, König couldn’t hold anymore seashells, rocks, or starfish. So, they’d run up to Dad Price. Running up like an excited toddler with a new bug they found.

“Cap’ look! I found a sand dollar!” Shark ran up, holding the sand dollar up, almost tripping over sand in the process. They looked for sand dollars and starfish that was pale and already dead, they wouldn’t wanna take a live animal to suffer in a new environment.

“Good job, kiddo” Price would laugh, looking up from his book to look at them from his lawn chair, chuckling heartily when Shark gave it to him, wiping of the excess sand before pocketing it in the swim shorts. Trying hard not to laugh when he sees them trip on nothing, getting up from the sand like nothing happened, and running away back to König.

—

“Noo! Get that thing away!” König would screech, backing away and shielding his eyes from the large crab that Shark held. Cringing and shivering at the look of how the crab moved it’s legs and tried to wiggle out of their grasp.

“König, look at him. Isn’t he just so adorable?” Shark cooed, retracting the little crab away from the big guy, finding it amusing how a wall of a man such as him can be scared of an itty bitty crab. You didn’t even have to hold it with two hands.

“Ooh, dinner” Gaz joked, sneaking up behind them to take a crab from their hands, being careful to not get pinched by her strong claws. Holding it above his head and opening his mouth in a joking manner.

“Ahh” He continued to tease Shark, sticking his tongue out. The crab wiggling frantically, thinking she was actually gonna get eaten.

“No!” Shark protested, punching Gaz in the shoulder to drop their new friend. Their pretty resilient so it’s fine, they got hard shells. The little hard shelled friend using this as an opportunity to crab walk away, hiding under a rock.

—

“Sandball fight!”

Sand in the face is not what Shark wanted.

When the grainy texture fell off their face, still sand in some of their hair, eye lashes, and face, they looked forward to see Soap laughing a few feet in front of them. Ghost started snickering, finding the lack of emotion in their face funny from his comrades usual stunts.

—Thud

It was Shark turn to laugh when Ghost’s amusement stopped, and his face covered in sand as well. Both Soap and Shark laughed and snickered. Ghost shaking the sand off his face before taking a big hunk of sand from the ground next to him and sending it flying to hit his attacker in the face. Giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Both Ghost and Shark started chasing Soap, second time he’d been chased today, with a mix of water and sand in their hands. Shark, later on, filled up a bucket with compacted sand and a little bit of water. Price couldn’t help but laugh, not even trying to hide it.

—

Soap and Shark were sitting at König’s sides. Covering his lower half in sand, Gaz coming back every so often to deliver buckets of fresh sand for their sculpture. Patting down the sand to be compact and smooth on his lap and legs before using sticks and their fingers to draw on scales and add details to his sand fins. König was beaming under his mask, resting his hands on his sides, tilting his head side-to-side to the beat of his own song he was humming

“Seriously?” Ghost’s shadow looked over the four of them, giving Shark’s eyes a break from the bright sun. He had his arms crossed and a raised eyebrow to show how much he finds their actions childish. A smile spreading on Soap and Shark’s face, while König waved happily.

Not even thirty minutes later Ghost was in the same position. Well, kinda, he was laying on his stomach, resting his chin in his hands. Feeling his teammates dump sand on his booty and legs. Gaz adding extra sand on his butt to give him an extra dumpy. Doing the same thing they did with König, who is laying down, lower half covered in sand, arms out like a starfish, basking in the sun.

“Seriously?” They all looked up, stunned when they see their captain looking down on them with his arms crossed, bucket hat over his head. Really? His best team of soldiers, that’s killed many, are turning themselves into sand mermaids? These soldiers have killed hundreds, infiltrated secret organizations, destroyed operations. And they’re playing mermaids to pass the time?

Not too long after, their captain followed the same fate as his two soldiers, buried in sand. Sunglasses on, without a care in the world. Many people walked by, finding it charming how such rugged and dangerous soldiers doing such teenage like acts. Price leaned back on his elbows while Soap and Gaz decorated his sand tail with seashells Shark was coming back to give them.

Later, Shark found coconuts and string to make coconut bras for each of the mermaids X3.

—

“Are they… dead?” Gaz asked, watching Shark float face down at the shallow end of the shore. Gaz and König were just soaking their feet in the water, taking in the beautiful scenery when Gaz noticed his comrade floating like a dead frog.

“I’m.. not sure” König tilted his head, bending down at the knees to try and determine if they are dead. Instead of actually checking or even just poking them with a stick, they just stood there and watched Shark’s body sway in the water.

—Gasp

Both jumped when Shark suddenly came up for air, pushing themselves up on their knees to stand up properly.

“Jesus, fuck!” “Scheiße! (Shit)” They both jump, not expecting for them to stand up so suddenly.

“Gotcha!” Shark squeals, holding a large seashell, holding it close to them it was as big as their head. Both were confused why it was so special and why they had to stand so still to look for it.

They both stood at either side of Shark, leaning in to look at the large shell. Maybe it was really pretty? Had a rare pattern, or just was rare in general. Shark smiled when they saw the cute little face of the hermit crab peek out of the shell then cover his face with his claws.

“Gross!” König yelped, immediately backing away and covering the eyes of his hood, startled once again by a sea critter.

“Sick” Gaz beamed. Leaning in closer, resting his elbow on Shark’s shoulder, to try and get a better look at the shy hermit crab.

—

The next day they were all sunburnt, except for Price. For the most part he stayed under the sun but when he was out swimming with his team he always made sure to put on sunscreen when he needed. The rest always put it off for later and never did.

[hikari-hellspawn]

ART COMMISSIONS OPEN! FINANCIAL HELP DESPERATELY NEEDED!

The title is what it says on the tin; I'm opening up art commissions, because after my next paycheck I don't know how much I'll be getting after that, or how much, and I'm desperate for work and some kind off income because I am literally in danger of losing a place to live. I need need NEED income if I want to continue to, well, live.

My Ko-Fi

My deviantART

NOTICE: I RESERVE THE RIGHT TO REJECT ANY COMMISSIONS THAT I DEEM INAPPROPRIATE. THIS INCLUDES ART CONTAINING HATE SPEECH/HOMOPHOBIA/TRANSPHOBIA/APHOBIA/RACISM/BIGOTRY/ANTISEMITISM/ETC.

How do I pay you? I take payments via my Ko-fi or PayPal (h.m.reed@mail.com), half before I start the sketch and the other half on delivery. That is set in stone; I will not accept any kind of cryptocurrency or things like Amazon or Walmart gift cards as payment. None of those can be used to pay rent, and paying rent is exactly what I need.

Do you do NSFW? Not at present; I'm not comfortable drawing NSFW content, though doing shirtless and swimsuits are fine. However I won't draw sex, and I won't draw straight-up full-frontal nudity.

Do you do furries/anthros? I'm not gonna lie, I don't have much experience drawing anthros--THAT BEING SAID, if you want to commission me to draw an anthro character or your fursona, it's definitely on the table and I'll do my danged best--even if it takes a bit longer than non-furry/anthro characters.

Do you draw mecha? I...have zero experience drawing mecha. Do I like mecha anime? Yes (Evangelion my beloved). So this is a soft no on my part, purely because of my own lack of skill with the subject matter.

Do you draw horror and/or gore? Hard no. Not simply because I can't draw said gore (which I can't, same reasons as the mecha explanation above), but because it's another one of those things that I'm not 100% comfortable drawing at the moment.

^HOWEVER, this question comes with a caveat: I will draw eldritch horror. Y'know, eyes where they don't belong, tentacles, pulsating masses, bodies that're just...weird? Those are fun. So, negotiable, but keep in mind that if you want slasher-type stuff that ain't my jam.

Will you send me progress pics? YES. At every stage of the process, I'll both scan the image and take photos to make sure that what I'm working on is the direction you want to go.

What about reference images? If you have references you want to provide, whether they're drawn by you, someone else, google image search, etc, then I'd appreciate it so I have an idea of what your character looks like. Written descriptions are also fine if you don't have any visuals--basically, if you know what your character looks like and you have some way to communicate that to me in a way that puts us both on the same page, we're good.

Can I use your art as an NFT? NO. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES WILL I ACCEPT A COMMISSION TO CREATE NFTS, IF THAT IS THE REASON YOU WANT TO COMMISSION ME THEN GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE.

Can I use your art to train an AI algorithm? NO. AI art is the reason why artists like myself are being pushed out of work; if you're only commissioning me to get hold of some works so that you can train an algorithm to make more based on my style, then you don't actually want to buy art; you're just looking for some excuse to screw yet another artist over.

If I don't have the money right now, can I just pay you the full amount later? While I understand the desire to buy art but not having the funds, the whole reason I'm opening commissions is because I don't have enough money to survive. Paying me half now and half upon completion is non-negotiable, because I can assure you my need to be able to make rent and feed the Fuzzballs (aka the cats, please ask me about them I will go total Maes Hughes on them because they are PERFECT) is as strong as yours to make sure your expenses are covered as well.

Are the prices negotiable? To an extent, though the prices you see in the image above are the minimum; I won't go lower than these.

I want something that isn't listed on here/I have an unusual request, can you do it? That is something we'd have to negotiate, but it's not off the table. I do some weirdo drawings for myself in my free time (I've graced several servers I'm in on discord with the little wonders known as Eyeshrooms, no I will not elaborate here), so I can do other weird stuff too (as long as it's SFW).

Do you have more art examples I can look at? Yes! I have a deviantART page, though due to the company's own exploitative and artist-harming features they've rolled out, I've been working on glazing everything in my gallery there (if you haven't heard of Glaze and Nightshade, they're both really cool and you ought to check them out, seriously I really really really want to start using them both on my art SO BAD but I CAN'T) and migrating to Inkblot and Cara.app. Once I have links to both of those, I'll add them to the post!

You said traditional art...can you do digital? No, unfortunately; I don't have a device powerful enough to run a good art program (not for a lack of trying; attempts at experimenting with Krita have only resulted in it crashing the laptop I've been using, which is bad because it isn't even mine), nor do I have the funds to be able to get one--and I don't know when, or if, that'll happen. This circles back to the initial problem; I don't have the funds to pay for what I need to survive, which means I literally cannot afford to save for a new, more powerful laptop for myself. As it is, I've been borrowing my roommate's laptop for everything I need to do that requires the use of a computer, as mine died back in 2020 and I haven't been able to scrape together enough to even get a bare-bones basic one myself.

If there are any other questions you need me to answer, then please please PLEASE send them to me in a DM here and I'll do my best to answer them! And please, I'm begging you, I'm begging you so much, even if you don't buy something please spread this around I need the income desperately. I'm not lying when I say that my ability to continue living is in danger, I literally do not know if I'll even be able to pay my rent next month. I need every penny I can get, just to be able to have a chance of surviving, and what determines if I can keep a roof over mine and the cats' heads and if we're out on the street with nowhere to go is very much determined by if I can get commission work. So even if you can't buy anything, or only get a headshot or two, please spread the word. Reblog this. Share it in tweets. Post the link to this post on Facebook, link it on Discord, if you have friends who are looking to commission art tell them because I'm desperate and terrified that I might not have a place to live come October. I'm begging, please, I need the help. I need the help more than I can put into words. I don't want to die.

(Also big shoutout to @nomnomroko for putting together the commission sheet, thank you so much!)

[lunarspiral1127]

X-Men 97 episode 5 *SPOILERS*

The interviews

The reporter seemed nice and doesn't act like a typical controversial one. And, seeing Beast blush was adorable. But, Scott's interview was a doozy. What he said when he lashed out, well....he ain't wrong. I just thought Magneto would be the one to say those things, not Scott. Still, not wrong.

Jean/Scott/Madelyn/Logan drama

UGH! I hate love triangles that bring out so much stress and drama. And, I'm worried that Jean and Scott will break up because of the crap Mr. Sinister pulled. I wasn't expecting Jean to kiss Logan, and it was HIM who told her to go talk to Scott. Despite his feelings, he's still trying to be respectful to their relationship. But, seriously, Jean, why did you kiss him?!

Then apparently, Scott and Madelyn were checking up on each other telepathically, which I get why Jean would be mad at that. But, Madelyn during her time at the mansion WAS Jean and Scott thought that was her! They're the same! At least they were? Then again, they're in contact for a month and Jean kissed Logan once....UGH! I hate this drama. SINISTER THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!

Genosha

Beautiful. It was a paradise for mutants. They deserve this. The gala looked pretty, I liked the statues of Charles and Magneto, I was not expecting the Hellfire Club to be a part of this council cause I don't trust them (especially the crap they pulled in the previous show). Lots of cameos from other characters that I couldn't keep track on, but the place was lovely. It's a shame though on what happened later on....

Nightcrawler

This lovely, precious German Christian man. 🥰 I love Nightcrawler and I'm glad to see him in this show. The original voice actor who played him in the previous show still does a great job voicing him. And, he approves of Gambit and Rogue (adopted sister) being together, so that's extra bonus points. He got a new look compared to his previous one, but I still like it. Then when the massacre happened, I was so worried that he was gonna die. Thank goodness he survived, but I hate seeing him so hurt.

Gambit/Rogue/Magneto drama

I hate this love triangle SO MUCH! We get an explanation on how Rogue and Magneto got together, and I'm questioning how old she was when they first met and whether Magneto was influencing her in a bad way. Either way, still don't like this ship. Even when them dancing looked good animated, I STILL don't like it. Plus, it still doesn't make sense cause they've been against each other in the previous show, where there was no signs of the two having that past relationship.

Anyway, I'm glad Rogue finally told Gambit the truth, and I feel so bad for him. But, he knew what she wanted and how much it hurt, even going as far as to distance himself, which he showed a lot of emotional maturity, so respect to that. But, that thing where he'll lead Genosha if Rogue stays as his "queen"? DA FUQ?! Look, I like Magneto, but I did not like that. Still wish Rogue could've gotten one of those collars to nullify her powers so that she can touch Gambit. Would've solved a lot of drama, just saying.

I was SO relieved though, that Rogue said that he was right, and rejected Magneto, but I wish she could've done that without kissing him right where Gambit can see it. Either way, it seemed like she'll choose Gambit and not stay with Magneto in Genosha, THANK GOD!

So, you think this would be the end of that love triangle right? Well, yes and no? Cause what happened afterwards hurt like hell.

Genosha Massacre

So, a giant Master Mold thing showed up, killing mutants and destroying Genosha. It was cool seeing Cable again trying to stop it and seeing his mom after so long, which is a glimmer of hope but I'll get to that later. So, many people died. Sebastian Shaw, Calypso, Banshee, Marrow, pretty sure that was Dazzler or Moira not sure, and three more that hurt me so much.

Magneto. Okay, I may not like that love triangle, but I didn't hate the guy. Dude was fighting that Sentinel with a train as a whip, that was pretty cool. And, he tried to protect the Molocks. He tried to protect Leech! He got Rogue and Gambit out of the way. What hurt the most was he told Leech not to be afraid IN GERMAN! Again, didn't want him to die. Although, I wished he could've used his magnetism to push the Molocks away like he did with Rogue and Gambit, but nope. They all died!

Leech. Precious innocent Leech. He was just a kid, man! And, he got to hang out with other mutants his age. He was making friends. Only for this to happen. And, not a lot of people talk about Leech and what happened to him. But, I liked him, and that hurt.

And, finally, the one that hurt the most.....Gambit.....Remy.

He went out like a hero. He sacrificed himself to destroy that Sentinel from killing even more mutants. "The name's Gambit, mon ami. Remember it." Well, now we know why this episode is called Remember It, cause it was Gambit's last words. And, if that wasn't enough, Rogue holding onto him, crying over his body, finally able to touch him....only to not feel him.

THAT. FREAKING. HURT. SO. BAD!!! 😭 Gambit was one of my favorite X-Men characters, and I legit was crying seeing that end. It really hurt to see that happen to him, but at least he went out saving people. However! There is that slight glimmer of hope! Cable. He tried to go back to stop this, who's to say he won't try again? Time travel shenanigans will happen and he can team up with Bishop and the rest of the X-Men to prevent this from happening. It happened many times before, it can happen here. And, maybe, just maybe, Gambit, Leech, Magneto, and all those people won't have to die. This may the denial talking, but I'll be so pissed if Gambit's dead and he Rogue won't be together for good anymore, cause that would be bullcrap.

God, how am I gonna be okay when we're getting Storm and Forge vs. The Adversary next week?! And, jeez, if things keep up like this, Storm is gonna return to the whole mansion on fire. I can't imagine what her and everyone's reactions are gonna be when they find out about Gambit and even Magneto.

Anyway, good episode. Much better than last week's. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go find a way to cope from all of that.

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

What would you say to people who think padawans are child soldiers trained for war ?

What other blogs (and I) have already said a bunch of times - that based on Lucas' canon (6 movies + TCW):

1) Jedi training was more focused on diplomacy and such before the war than it was on combat prowess, and you can see evidence of that in Ahsoka's ability to teach a course on politics to a bunch of Mandalorian kids who are her age or older and who are receiving what looks like top education (the Duchess' nephew/adopted son is one of them so it's clearly a good school) or in Obi-Wan's duties with Qui-Gon. Sure, they're ready to pull out the lightsabers at the drop of a hat, but they're both ambassadors, and they spend a lot of the movie trying to impress on people that they're really not meant to be soldiers. What they really do is protect Padmé and give her leverage with their involvement, but she's the one who has to ultimately confront the Trade Federation and force them to comply. There hadn't been a galactic-wide war in like a thousand year, ergo Jedi training was not tailored for war for about a thousand year. If anything, Geonosis showed the Padawans and the Knights and the Masters were absolutely not trained for war.

2) That even during the war, the grown-up Jedi are evidently doing their absolute best to take care of the Padawans. They pull Ahsoka from the front when she makes bad decisions (the Lightsaber Lost episode) and it's not like all the Masters we know about wouldn't immediately jump in front of a blaster bolt for their Padawans (which is what Depa or Jaro DO end up doing for their apprentices, btw). It's not like they could just leave all the teens at home (they likely would have all sneaked out to go fight along with the other Jedi anyway lmao) when there aren't enough Masters or Knights around in the Temple to protect them there either. It's not like they could just leave the Padawans in untrained limbo for the duration of the war - when training in the Force is crucial at formative ages. (Also, we actually do see younglings who are old enough to be Padawans but aren't fighting: the kids who got kidnapped and hunted for sport by Trandoshans. Meaning that a) the Padawans going to war really isn't a matter of the Jedi being happy to throw their kids at the enemy, or they'd have sent O-mer, Jinx and Kalifa too - it's a matter of students accompanying their teachers, because really what else are they gonna do? and b) that Force-sensitive kids are never safe from the perils of the war even if they don't fight in it - so again, might as well keep them within sight)

3) That if you make the argument that the Jedi use child soldiers, then Naboo and Alderaan are on the exact same level. But it's a really bad faith argument to pretend that Padmé's position in TPM was the movie wanting us to see the Naboo government as a messed up child soldier situation, or that Bail and Breha were irresponsible for allowing Leia to join the Rebellion at age 15. And if people agree to be consistent on that one (again, as silly as it is to condemn either the Organas or the Naberries) then the Jedi are by far the more responsible and healthy system. Padawans have the supernatural abilities to outsmart, outrun or outfight a lot of potential threats, including trained warriors or droids. They are not like kids from the rest of the Galaxy, nevermind like kids from the real world.

4) That Padawans fighting in the war wasn't really something we saw in the movies (except on Geonosis, but again they're woefully unprepared for it and they didn't expect that level of aggression on Dooku and the Seps' part). It was the product of the out-of-universe reasoning that if you're going to animate and produce shows for kids, they're going to wanna see kids. My younger brothers and cousins's favorite episodes are probably the younglings eps, because duh.

Ultimately, it all comes down to whether or not people are criticizing the worldbuilding (they can dismiss my first three arguments as not good enough and continue to think the Padawans' situation is messed up, it's totally fair) or are saying that the story itself was condemning the Jedi for 'using child soldiers', in which case I think it's completely unsupported by anything in the movies, shows, or behind-the-scene comments.

[insupportofhatedanimecharacters]

A defense of good boy Misha (the one from Honkai Star Rail)

Why am I defending him after coming out of nowhere? Because I love this sweet boy and I am gonna have to let go of him eventually! And I will never get the waifu only incels who hate male child characters for being "annoying". Most of you acted like him at his age.

He's ugly and unattractive

No, he isn't! He is a very cute and handsome baby boy! I would say he is no different from a puppy if you put him next to a picture of one! I would also gladly say he is the cutest/ prettiest of the boys for sure! Also, referring to him as someone who needs to be attractive is kinda creepy. He's a minor ya know. One around 10-13 as well.

He's so annoying, whiny, and pathetic because he talks too much and is a crybaby

All because what? Like I said before, Misha is literally a 10-13 year old boy. He is just acting his age TBH. He is just acting his age and having fun. Also, he doesn't talk too much because not enough people can see or notice him. Also, I don't remember him being much of a crybaby canon wise. There are times the little bellboy himself knows how to be polite and mature. For instance, how he acted in an interview with Owlbert. He treated him so politely and was very respectful, unlike a certain pink haired IPC bitch who ruined his legacy. If you're referring to him crying in fan art because he can't go on trailblazing adventures or because he is trying his best at his job but people aren't noticing him, that would be okay reasons to cry. Nobody deserves to have their dreams crushed like that. Much less a child. It's very heartbreaking.

He's not a hot anime waifu

And? Does every character need to be a waifu to be good? My answer is no. Yes, there are multiple characters in this game who are waifus and also good characters. But the male characters are also great whether they are husbando (18+ characters please) or son material (any character under 18)!

I didn't get (insert character here) and it's his fault

No, it's not his fault. You just had bad luck. You can get them next time.

I wanna beat the shit outta him like I do with Yanqing

Honestly, Yanqing didn't deserve that and Misha doesn't either. Both of them are good boys who don't deserve the hate by pathetic incels.

He and/or Gallagher deserved to die and you're delusional for wanting either of them back

Honestly, no. Neither of them deserved to die. At least they got peaceful deaths unlike Tingyun! Speaking of which, Tingyun is supposed to be coming back later this year as she should! Can it please give us Misha + Gallagher fans hope?

He is just generic femboy bait/an NPC; you only like him because he's "cute"

Please stop calling underage male characters that. It's disgusting

You didn't read the story did you? He is literally the watchmaker's memory zone meme.

There is nothing wrong with liking cute characters! They're just so huggable, cuddly, and kissable!

He's not meta/ his gameplay is really bad

And does everyone have to use meta characters? Also, he is not bad. You just don't know how to build him and you should try at least building him. The 4 stars in this game are already under loved and deserve more love! Misha is a great example of this! Give the boy more love please!

Anyway, that's my defense of my precious little son! Please give him all the love he deserves if you get him or already have him! And please cherish his texts while you still can and talk to him while he is still on the train because you will miss him when he's gone! I'm sure a good chunk of you already have let him go and miss him dearly! He is/was the sweetest boy in Penacony and he deserves so much better!

[thezombieprostitute]

Hi Zombie😌❤️ For your return trip:

I've read about intergalactic fics recently, and there's a particular interesting setting that soldiers could develop their spiritual animal that could fight alongside of them in a physical form.

Suppose you are one of the soldiers on the intergalactic battle field, who do you want to fight alongside with and why?(you could come up with their spiritual animals)

A. Ari, who always comes up with the craziest ideas and encourages you to jump from the fleet to the Bug's nest like he does. Crazy, but his plans always work out. Your superiors order you to pair up with him to train him to care about casualties.

B. Steve, who you can always count on to have your six. But he is even more reckless than Ari. You could only pray that he gets lucky and escape Death in the next battle. Your superiors order you to pair up with him so he doesn't go solo as he always wants to.

C. Curtis, who was born in Project Wilford, one of the deadliest soldiers alive. Rumor is he has gutted hundreds of Bugs in one battle, and made it out alive. He's mysterious and silent, and you can't help but wonder if he is a man or a literal killing machine. Your superiors pair you up with him to keep an eye on him, in case he runs wild.

Bonus Extra: D, Winter Soldier. The real Killing Machine. Losing an arm in a battle before scientists made him a robotic one. The only reason why your superiors ask you to pair up with him is because the winter soldier is highly unstable, and that he had asked to see you (why is that? You don't have the slightest clue)

Most of my contemplation on this has gone into what my own inner beast is/would be. I've settled on "Mutt". While different breeds can specialize in types of training, a mutt has the potential for all types, especially if it's a military service dog. So let's go through your list!

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Ari - I'm gonna say his inner beast (in this scenario) is a Firehawk. A bird that starts fires in order to flush out its prey with no consideration for the damage it causes.

For this, I'd probably be a mutt with guide dog training. Ari has this huge blindspot in his vision when it comes to casualties so I've been assigned to guide him through the parts he can't see. Additionally, guide dogs can practice selective disobedience so that they don't accidentally walk their human into traffic just because they got the command to walk. This will be very helpful for working with Ari and helping him to navigate casualty costs.

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Steve - I kinda wanna make Steve's inner beast a honey badger for this one. They are intelligent, fierce and survive a lot of things they shouldn't.

To help Steve's survivability, and to increase the likelihood he'll actually want to keep working with me, I think my inner beast would have to be a mutt trained for medical service. Whether it's getting him medical care or getting him out of danger until rescue can arrive, a medical service mutt would likely be most helpful.

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Curtis - I'm actually not sure what his inner beast would be. I'm torn between a shark and a large feline (i.e. Jaguar).

Either way, my inner mutt clearly needs PTSD/psychiatric support training. Learning to read his body language since he doesn't talk but also helping him find his voice again. Being a barrier between him and others when he needs it. Protecting him. Reminding him of his humanity and caring.

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Bucky - I'm sure a lot of people think Bucky's inner beast is a wolf. After all, one of his nicknames is White Wolf. But I don't think so. He's a sniper first. Silent, attacks from a distance, patient, solitary. His inner beast is an owl.

The reason he's asked for me is because, in this scenario, my inner beast is a mutt with military training in bomb detection. He lost his arm because, from his bird's eye view, he missed some traps that were set out. He's not gonna risk that again so he's asked for me to accompany him so we can keep each other safe. I'm his scout, his trap disarmer, bomb defuser, etc.

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I hope you find these answers satisfactory!

[otakween]

Digimon World 3 - 17 Hours in

Now that I'm like 1/3 of the way into this game, I thought I'd give an update on how it's going. I try to play 1-2 hours a day almost everyday, but it can get grindy so progress is slow n' steady. So far, this is the most normal and recommendable Digimon game yet! No insane mechanics to drive me nuts and the environments/music/other aesthetic stuff is vastly improved over Digimon World 2. See my miscellaneous musings below.

Notes:

This game is actually really fun and satisfying!! Unlike Digimon World 1 & 2 your progress isn't torn to shreds every few minutes by some bogus digivolving mechanic! You don't have to constantly start from scratch raising your diigmon. THANK GOD. Well...I guess you would have to start from scratch if you go beyond the 3 starter partners, but I'm just ignoring that part of the game for now. I'm pretty sure it's optional.

Speaking of optional, there's a lot of stuff I'm ignoring in-game right now. I haven't bothered to get a fishing rod and I'm barely doing any card battling. For some reason people would challenge me to card battles at the beginning of the game and then they just randomly stopped? Fine by me, I got other stuff to do.

The tree kicking stuff is kind of a pain in the butt, so I tried it a few times and then said "meh, this is slowing me down." I'm thinking, if the game lets me, I'll save the card stuff til the end so I can focus on one thing at a time.

The one thing about this game that is kinda bullshit is the amount of time you spend crossing the massive map, but I can tell that quick travel is gonna be a thing eventually, so I don't really mind. It's also makes it feel like the grinding battles are built-in to your travels, so that's sort of nice.

Digivolution works weird. Like, digimon digivolve into things you wouldn't expect them to. My Renamon went from Kyubimon to Stingmon to XV-Mon. Meanwhile my Patamon went from Angemon to Digitamamon, so like sometimes they get ultimate forms in their roster and sometimes they get multiple champions? Also, the digivolved digimon keeps the child digimon's name which is kinda dumb (ex. XV-Mon will be on screen but the HP bar says "Renamon.") Also, also, the digivolutions level up separately from the base digimon which is pretty confusing. I'm not sure which level number to care about!

I like that they kept recruiting other digimon very simple. You need to fight optional bosses to do it. I don't have to worry about "catching them all" this way.

Cities and dungeons are all very distinct with their own vibes (UNLIKE ANOTHER GAME I KNOW). The digimon look awesome whether in pixel or 3D form. The battle animations are fun and it's especially satisfying to see your digimon evade attacks.

Definitely glad I have walkthroughs and maps via the internet to guide me because otherwise I probably wouldn't know what to do half the time. The published guide is also scanned and on Archive.org, so that's a plus.

As usual, the plot is kinda weak, but at least I understand what's going on! When I reflect on it though, I don't think there's a single human character I'm particularly invested in. I guess it's more an adventure driven game than a story/character driven one. That's fine.

I think the game's a good level of challenging. I'm currently stuck at the Byakko City leader battle which is the first time I've really gotten stuck thus far. I don't feel frustrated though because I think I know just the combo of level grinding, training and item hoarding that will get me where I need to be.

[profane-or-pragmatic]

The Devil You Know (Snippet) Pt 11

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Noble intentions do not excuse vile deeds. I know this just as you should know this. Morality must needs be grounded. Ethics apply to behavior regardless of circumstances. If you allow exceptions then there is no point in setting standards or having a belief system.

Unless you're obscenely wealthy, or a hermit, you need to have a framework for society that applies at all times. Not merely guidelines but rules. There should be consequences whether you're caught or not.

Then again, I'm an immoral philosopher. Perhaps my advice about life should be seen as not entirely valid.

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I had to maintain my quote unquote normal life, lest people wonder on me. The Rauch's couldn't be seen to be my patrons by any who knew me. This kept me quite busy and complicated my schedule, but it wasn't a particularly difficult task. Hurstfield had a population of some six point five million at the time, with a further eight odd million in the greater metropolitan region around it. Being generally anonymous was the natural state for most of us.

I could at least set aside my primary focus and goal. Which was to get an agent and publisher for my beloved's poetry; as well as studio time for her music. My work for the Rauch's would easily provide for all that. When the job was finished.

Knowing that this money was coming allowed me to tap into my savings though. To do something special that I'd been longing to do. I bought a Kimberough eight string acoustic guitar for my dear. A Dawnrose Limited Edition in Honeysilkwood with platinum and ebony frets and a Nova Starbright case.

"Guaranteed to improve your playing by at least fifty percent." The music store clerk told me, perhaps a bit giddy from the commission he'd just earned. "Confidence improves a performance! And the way you'll look with this around your neck? Man, if that doesn't make you feel like a serious troubador, nothing will!"

"Here's the deal." I said and turned on my charm. "This is a gift. I need you to pick out a strap, guitar picks, extra strings, whatever."

"Oh, sure! Yeah! I'll get you everything they're gonna need!" The young man said with animated enthusiasm. "Is this for a man or woman?"

"Pretend it could be either." I said and then held up a single finger. Which froze the man in place. "Here's the second part of the deal. If anybody calls or stops in asking if you sold me this guitar? I'll double your commission if you promise to say that this never happened."

"You ain't gotta pay me for that!" The young man said and looked incredulous. "This is a proper serious damn gift! Someone deserves this there's no way I'm letting them return it!"

"I like you." I said honestly and got out my wallet. "Triple that commission."

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"Oh no! No no no you don't! You are not..."

I cut off my love's protests quickly, because I'd expected them. "I can't return it! The previous owner was hit by a bus. And then a train. Very tragic. And gruesome. His widow sold it to me so she could feed their ninety-seven cats! You don't want kittens to starve, do you?"

"I know how much one of these costs!" She said, still not lifting the guitar from its case.

"It's an expensive operation feeding ninety-seven cats. And you've heard about cats eating their deceased owners." I said and sat upon the windowsill. It's the best spot in her apartment to watch her from. "Think about it. Ninety-seven cats. You think they're going to wait on her to die if they get hungry? They'll eat her the first time she dozes off."

"You're insane. And should not be spending this kind of money on me!"

"I was thinking of the cats." I said and was struck squarely in the forehead by a perfectly thrown olive. "You can stop that. I'm not a cat. I don't need to be fed."

"You, you can stop with the cats." She said and finally took up the guitar. "This instrument has never been owned. It's absolutely fucking spectacular! God, this is beautiful!"

"It suits you." I said, grinning uncontrollably as she attached the guitar strap. She gave it a soft strum and began tuning it. "You're perfection. If I was an artist I'd paint you like this and it would be a masterpiece."

"Well you're not an artist." She said and looked up. Perfection. She was that. "So what are you expecting in return for this?"

"A song?" I said and was truly happy.

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My love lived in the Pinback district. Obviously. Being the artist that she was. That meant that there were a dozen venues within walking distance of her apartment. For music and poetry both. And because artists are a tight-knit community, and she was well respected in that community, she could safely have and carry a rare guitar.

I saw her play that guitar for the first time at the Windows of The Soul on Breaker Avenue. The instrument drew appreciative gasps when she took it out, but it was what she did with it that kept that room rapt and spellbound for an hour.

The clerk had been right. She looked stunning but her music seemed to come effortlessly. I'd never heard her so fluid and flawless. Her voice matched the rich, pure tones of the guitar. The songs felt like dreams that had opened up and let us into them, and this is how you live.

Make these moments. Find the pieces, bring them together, make something beautiful and, for a little while, you can be beautiful too.

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"You are a mystery." She said that night as she lay atop me and became my whole world. "You're a mystery to yourself too though, so who can we turn to to help us puzzle this out?"

"Me mysterious?" I said and kissed her nose. "I don't see it. But if you can't solve the riddle of me, nobody can."

"You're a poem that I can't quite write out." She said and leaned her head against mine. "You're an island. I see it but can't reach it. Because you always come to me. Not just physically. You bring yourself to me and I'm not sure who you are when you're gone off elsewhere. You make maps out of my dreams but you have this curious nervousness. I want you to have your own dreams too. I know this world isn't a good place, but there are good places within it."

"Like here. Here is very good." I said and felt my soul quivering like the last leaf on a tree suddenly caught by the wind. "Love, trust me. You wouldn't like my island. It's a lonely and empty place."

"Then you should leave it. Come to shore. Be better. Be here. You deserve better." She said and I didn't believe it. Then or now.

I have more than I deserve and owe more than I can ever pay. Sins towards one can't be erased with kindness to another. The Dance has only one conclusion. My only hope is to give her what she deserves.

If I do that, I will die happy and let the devil have me.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hi! looks like requests are open, so can I have a romantic matchup for Tokyo Debunker please? And a platonic one if you have the energy.

I guess I'll go by 🍰. My pronouns are she/her and I'm pansexual

Appearance: I'm a short, dirty-blonde haired woman (161 cm) and a little on the heavier side 🥲(my friends say I'm hug-shaped, though, and they mean it in the kindest way possible). My hair is usually cut to my shoulders. I like to dress in cute and comfortable clothing, and my friends say I have good taste in fashion. Most of my closet gives cottagecore vibes and my favourite colours are green and pink. I'm half French and half Italian if that's gonna affect my matchup

My MBTI + Enneagram is ISFJ 2w1 and my star sign is Aries, but I'd say I'm VASTLY more chill than the stereotype

Personality and Interests: I like to say I'm a kind and cheerful person, and people just feel at ease talking with me. One thing my friends and family especially likes about me is my smile. They just can't help but feel happy when they see it (their words, not mine). I mentioned that I was on the heavy side, and that really took a toll on my mental health, especially in my childhood. I had to work so hard to rebuild my self esteem and my own health (people can be so cruel sometimes. goddamn 😭). I'm happy to say that I'm in a much better place now. I work out because it makes me happy, and I eat healthy for the same reason. I still cannot burn off the stubborn fat though 🥲. My insecurities often get the better of me sometimes, but I try to persevere regardless. My main goal in life is to make people smile, so I want to own a bakery in the future. My family is a strong believer in the power of kindness, so I believe that's how I can uphold that belief. I love making food and my love language is making food for others, especially sweets. People are usually taken aback when I make sassy remarks, and I don't really blame them, as I don't usually say these things unless warranted.

Likes: Baking, cooking, sweets, sharing the baked goods I made with my friends and loved ones, anime, video games, clothes, reading

Dislikes: Bullies, confrontation, fake friends, dishonesty, cruelty, spicy food

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchups!

In Tokyo Debunker, I match you with...

Sho has a strange ability to make people both uncomfortable and at ease because of his reputation and personality. So it’s good that you make people feel comfortable as well.

He really enjoys working out with you, especially because you enjoy it as well. He feels like he pushes himself more when you’re training with him.

Definitely loves having you join him in the kitchen. Since his specialty is cooking, he’s happy to leave the baking to you. He’s super supportive of you opening your own bakery as well.

While I don’t see him as a huge fan of anime, I think he’d enjoy watching shows with you if you ask him to. He likes experiencing the things you’re interested in.

Since you’re not a fan of confrontation, Sho will do his best to keep out of trouble. But if it’s unavoidable, he’ll step up and keep you away from the conflict.

I also platonically match you with...

Luca is the most wonderful friend to help combat your insecurities. He’s so supportive of you in everything you do and everything you are.

He’s a very honest person as well so there’s no need to worry about dishonesty in your friendship. He’ll tell it as it is, regardless of whether the truth is hard to swallow or not.

I can see Luca as someone who prefers eating healthy. Sure, he likes biscuits but that’s more a cultural thing than a personal preference. He wouldn’t be opposed to sharing meals or doing meal prep with you.

But his fondness for biscuits can’t be denied. And since you like sweets, he’s happy to carry around a bunch of sweet treats as well. Sure, eating healthy is good for you but enjoying what you eat is important as well.

While I don’t see Luca as a huge video game player, I think he’d like playing them with you, especially party games like Mario Party. He’s also a fan of co-ops and multiplayers so he can help you clear levels.

[tierscythe]

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hiii, I hope everyone's doing well today!!

I've decided to give an update on any magical things, even minor experiences to hold myself accountable.

I'd like to start off by saying that in the physical world, physical activity is not my strong suit... (ーωー)

Even so, today while in physical education, I was playing volleyball (against my free will, of course) and normally I can't hit the ball far enough and I try and dodge it in order to not get hit. Pretty pathetic of me I know. BUT today someone hit a pretty hard serve and I saw my friend unable to hit it. For a split second it seriously looked like it was in slow motion! I ran up behind them and managed to hit it however I got smacked in the face & my glasses fell off but.. we gained a point!

This isn't like me at all so I do see some improvements. I've gained these improvements by listening to many subliminals. You can find them om youtube. So that entire game I was extremely focused and we won against the other team!! although it wasn't really an official game.. I think I'm starting to like volley ball.

That's not all. I'm not sure whether I'd be best suited for combat in the astral realm or physical realm but I guess I'll have to be the judge of that. I however came home SUPER exhausted and proceeded to watch anime for 4 hours straight (;-Д-)

So now, I think I'll go try and do some exercise. simple things though as I wanna improve my stamina. I think this is gonna be the start of a really fun training arc, plus I'm super determined!

OH and one last thing... if there's ANYONE out there willing to offer me a helping hand I'd be extremely grateful. A mentor.. or even a newbie like me so we could train and get stronger together? Whatever the case I'd be more than happy.

edit: not even like 5 minutes after posting this my power went out... guess fate didn't want me to train at all. I won't let that stop me though. also this may be good for dark entities with malicious intent.. thankfully no serious evil Is after me yet

Tier out!! (　＾∀＾)

(sorry about the negative post yesterday I was super desperate for answers..)