#thanks for the ask! this one s fun

[alta1r1an]

Now to turn it back, I'm curious, what would Thax think of my terrible shaman Falx?

oooh this is a fun one

Thax, would initially respect Falx as being a potent magic user in the legions. Then Falx would get to talking and Thax would get annoyed with him real quick.

Then there's the matter of him not acknowledging the priviledge that his sire's status gives him. It would initially be fine, you know good for him? but, based on what Falx would say to Thax I am kind of assuming the general attitude exists enough for Thax to notice. It would hit a nerve and kind of make him seethe.

Additionally, and you'll have to correct me if I'm wrong I am working with what I see from my dash. Thax keeps August as one of his closest friends. Thax would probably join in on that rivalry on August's side and amuse himself with harassing Falx sometimes (not... that August knows of that)

What it comes down to is what goes from initial respect quickly grows into disdain/annoyance at Falx' arrogance. Means Thax might spend his off time messing with Falx' mirror image or messing with him with some impersonations.

That, or he practices his polymorph:housecat spell. It never gets old

[buwheal]

Hey, Spamton.

I don't know how to word this without it coming off as possibly condescending, but...

Hang in there, man. If the heaven you're after is out there, im sure the angels are rooting for ya.

@bleedingbonemarrow + like four anons.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

I forgot that Yuuta was your sibling, what does he think about your relationship with Suguru?

😭😭 OH GOD . anon this is a devastating thought actually …… dating suguru while being yuuta’s sibling………. their beef would be so severe . yuuta does not approve of his ass and sugu couldn’t care less 💀 they try to be on friendly terms but only for you…. if you leave the room you’ll come back 2 this

in a canon au yuuta hating suguru is obvious but like. even in a no curse au. i think they’d have beef. they’re too similar and too different in the wrong places…… though they do bond over wanting to keep you safe . yuuta can live with suguru’s presence during sibling bonding time just as long as he keeps you happy <3

[deus-ex-mona]

i miss her…

[lanternlightss]

can i just say your reblog(s) on my artwork made my entire day and ive never felt so incredibly giddy over a reblog before. like i dont think anyone has ever pointed out this much on my artwork and now i want to frame your words on my wall 😭

AWWH

your work was done just so so beautifully !!!!!!!! I could not NOT comment on everything i could point out, and once again the decision to make it so that we do not see venti’s face in his “mortal disguise” is such a MASTERFUL one, your art is absolutely stunning and i am fawning over it so much. your use of everything in general actually for this piece was such a hit out of the park. MAGNIFICENT !!

[serenescribe]

thinking about the inkblade parallels

Jawbone to Adaine: panic attacks aren't a personal failing

Adaine then to Oisin: Anger/rage isn't a personal failing

The Bad Kids and especially Adaine having to deal with fears via the nightmare forest, and the ratgrinders having to deal with rage via shatterstars. Then the fears turned into dreams and hopes, and the rage turned into conviction and justice. The way both Adaine and Oisin both embody the themes of fear and rage is 🤌

it's a parallel i never noticed myself, admittedly! but that's the fun of writing and putting my works out there: i love to see what people take away from my fics, the situations i put the characters in, the things i make them go through o7 (and there'll be plenty more fear and rage, i admit! i just... need to survive this semester first oTL)

[honeydots]

I would like some teasers about that Xander - Soleil father-daughter support fic please 💖

HEHEHE that'd be my pleasure~~!! i'll put a couple things under the cut c:

the fanart nattie drew for me is from their c-support!! the gist of it is that xander's employing a similar punishment to soleil as he did to laslow for excessive flirting :3 but as they're working in xander's office, they both end up falling asleep, hence the little scene in the art <3

the rest of the support is about soleil lying through her teeth about how she totally isn't flirting anymore so she doesn't get in trouble again, and xander completely seeing through her lie and doing a dad-thing of trying to make her come clean herself instead of directly calling her out !!

[whatwooshkai]

Lucky Number 7!

"Designation?"

"Chase."

Chase keeps his finials pinned flat against his helm, doorwings wide and fanned to keep the bot behind him from getting too close, which they have been for the past five minutes.

He has a vibroknife in his subspace. He'd rather not use it- you can only make a first impression once.

The femme flips through a datapad until her optics go wide. "Oh," she murmurs, the dangling jewelry from her finials making a loud ting! when they flatten to her helm. "Oh, you're one of those. Hang on."

Chase's optic twitches. He is normally very good at keeping his emotions in check, and no one who knows him has ever seen his temper, and that's the way he wants to keep it.

But if one more bot refers to him as "one of those" he's going to do something stupid.

Chase hates doing stupid things.

"Okay, I got you right here!" The femme gives him a sheepish smile as she hands over a pair of keycards. "There was an issue with organizing the dorms this year. Normally you'd be put with other bots in your track but you ended up in the randomized group, so you'll be staying with a few bots from other tracks. That's not a problem, is it?"

Chase's finials lift slightly away from his helm. "That is fine," he says, accepting the cards. That is... probably for the best, actually. "Thank you."

"No problem!" the femme says brightly. "So you're in room 704. Elevators are on your left. Next!"

Chase shuffles away from the table, readjusting the bag he has slung over his shoulder, eyeing the key cards in his hand.

Primus, when was the last time he met new people?

The elevator is blessedly empty when he steps inside, and so is the hallway as he follows it down to his room. Well, he was in one of the last groups to check in, so that's expected.

The door has four slots for name tags, as all of the ones in this hallway do. Only two have been filled in so far, for mechs "Boulder" and "Heatwave". Both have little drawings on them, one better than the other's. However, both seem to have identical handwriting... interesting.

So it seems only two have checked in. Maybe he'll have a choice of berth, then.

Chase swipes the key card and gently opens the door.

There's two sets of bunk berths, a desk in front and behind each one. None seem to have been claimed, but on the left, there's a bag tossed on the top bunk and a few posters plastered up already, and some blankets and pillows piled up. And on the right, there's a bag on the bottom bunk, and-

Oh. He's being glared at.

"Another one?" the mech mutters, green optics narrowed at Chase. He's orange a white, with a scar cutting down through one optic. He looks about Chase's age. "'Oh, we'll get you your own room, Blades'! my aft. Mechs walking in every five minutes," he huffs.

Chase frowns. "The attitude is hardly appropriate," he says, and the mech's optics suddenly go wide, as if he thought Chase couldn't hear him.

He mutters something unintelligible and then turns over on his side, revealing a pair of rotors. A flight frame, then.

Blades. His name wasn't on the door.

Chase looks around at the other bags. So his choice has been made for him, then. As usual.

He sets his bag down on the berth to the left, projecting his calendar up on the wall. And then he sits.

He's not really sure what to do now. Conversation is not really an option, what with the less-than-warm welcome, and he has no need to explore the city he grew up in.

Well, that’s a bit of a stretch. He mostly grew up in various facilities around the city, but he spent enough time out on the streets to know it.

Besides… he’d really rather not risk running into his batch. Not alone, at least.

Even though his coding cries for them, his frame hurts without them, he couldn’t get out of berth for several days after they were officially separated-

He’s better now. He has to be better.

He’s never had to try and make new friends. He’s never had to make friends, period. Chase can’t remember the last time he met someone new before this week.

But it can’t be that hard, can it? Sure, this Blades is… hostile… but maybe the others are a little more friendly!

Speaking of- someone decides to kick the door open at that very moment.

Blades looks up, and slight relief teeks through his field as he lies back down. So one of the mechs on the door, then.

Heatwave, he imagines- only because the mech is hot.

He stops a few feet from Chase once he lays optics on him, but Chase can feel the heat he gives off from here. That has to be unnatural, surely. Even Ultra Magnus, the largest mech he’s ever met, did not give off that much heat.

Beyond the odd temperature, the mech looks friendly enough. He’s red, with bright and warm yellow optics, and twin scars cutting up one cheek. In his arms are a plethora of cubes and energon sweets, several shoved in his mouth as well.

He mumbles something Chase can’t make out around the food in his mouth, then tosses a cube at Blades. The flight frame mutters some kind of thanks, and the mech turns back to Chase.

He shuffles his items into one arm and offers a hand to Chase. He once again speaks, presumably introducing himself, but Chase can’t understand a word he says.

He takes his hand and shakes it. “You really shouldn’t speak with your mouth full,” he says.

Yellow optics narrow at him. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” he snaps. There’s a thick accent there that the universal translator is doing its best to suppress. “I asked for your name.”

Chase’s doorwings flick and the mech’s optics only follow them for a second before training on Chase’s face again. “Chase,” he says. “I will have to ask you for yours again, I did not understand you. Also, please let go of my hand.”

“Heatwave.” A correct guess, then. Chase’s doorwings raise slightly, but Heatwave’s gaze doesn’t shift to them again. Instead, he keeps his optics trained on Chase’s face, who looks away from the optic contact. He does release Chase’s hand, though. “You should check out the mess hall,” he says, moving his quarry back to both arms. “Never seen so much fuel in my life.”

Chase watches him in mild fascination as he figures out how to climb the ladder of the bunk without dropping any of the cubes, and from there Chase can’t see what he does with them.

So he’s expected to go collect his own ration. Good to know.

…He should be trying to make more conversation, right? Blades might be a lost cause but Heatwave at least introduced himself.

He just… doesn’t know what to do from here. Should he ask what track Heatwave is in? He can guess, from the paint job, but would Heatwave even entertain that? He’s sure he knows what Chase is here for, and has thankfully not said anything derogatory about it… yet.

It’s not wrong to expect it to happen eventually, right?

Then he realizes something. “Where are the washracks?”

Heatwave leans out over the top of the bunk. “Hallway.”

Chase frowns. “Why?”

“What, never been in a communal wash rack before?” Heatwave asks, an oddly aggressive tone to his voice. “This ain’t no prissy enforcer academy, Chase. You’ll hafta get used to other mechs in your space.”

Oh, that accent is really coming out now. Chase wishes he could place it. “It is not a problem,” he growls, though it is… not ideal. The idea of sharing washracks with anyone other than his batch makes his plating crawl. He doesn’t appreciate the attitude, though.

“Whatever you say.” Heatwave leans back.

Okay. So far, his roommates are violently antisocial and rude. Wonderful.

It is now that the fourth roommate decides to show themselves, and Chase braces himself for the worst.

They gently push the door open, holding a datapad. They’re green and far more heavyset than any of the others, though Heatwave comes close. Blue optics widen at him. “Hello,” they say, in very thickly accented Common.

No universal translator, then. Interesting.

“Hello,” Chase says back, offering his hand. “Chase.”

“Boulder.” So that’s all four. Good. “I am… stop by for my datapad. Good to meet you.”

“And you.” Primus almighty, Chase wishes he’d met someone who wasn’t Iaconian before today, because all these new accents, and he can’t place a single one. Maybe if he knew what their mother language is, he could speak to them better? “If you speak in your native language, I can still understand it,” Chase says, tapping his throat.

“I know,” Boulder says. “But I like to make the effort.”

“Okay.”

Boulder turns away from him and grabs the datapad from their bag, before offering everyone a wave and leaving again.

Chase sits down on his berth again. Boulder seems nice.

…This might not be so bad.

[neriyon]

For the FFXIV ask thingy: 8, 14 & 20~

Ohh nice, a triple~

8. Biggest Accomplishment?

This is a hard one since I don't do any savages or extremes or any of the "hard" endgame content people usually say as their big accomplisments haha. So I guess uhh, idk, getting all jobs to 90 during EW? (six to go till all jobs at 100) Or that 5000th commendation I got last month? Figuring out how to do old content (and maps) with just the 3 of us? Still playing this game after 5 years?

14. Favorite Raid?

Alliance one? One of the Nier raids, probably Copied. Ridorana, Orbonne and Aglaia are good too, but there's just something that sparks joy whenever I see Nier raids come up in roulette.

8-man ones? Uhhh..... Pandae 9 (Kokytos) or 11 (Themis)? P4 (Hesperos), 6 (Hegemone) and 7 (tree) were nice too, and I kinda still like getting Eden Titan on rouls.

20. Favorite Limit Break?

Hmm, summoner one is very neat! Not that you get to use it that often, but it's fun to finally become Bahamut.

Fav tank one is drk, melee on is ninja (*angrily does really fast hand signs at you*), ranged is bard (its the bow at the end) and healer is whm. Almost all of them are good tho, only ones I'm meh about are the more "boring", non flashy ones (pld, mnk, sam)

[mothlover69-archive]

I DEMAND LEON KENNEDY SELF SHIP LORE!!!

(I don't know anything about Resident Evil other than what my brother's told me but I'm genuinely curious.)

AAA def using this ask as an excuse to talk about how we get together ❤️

Going under the cut cuz it got away from me

I meet him at a bar when im like 21 or 22 and hes around 43/44 cuz that is definitely where that man spends a majority of his time when hes not on missions. We get to talking, he buys me drinks, he thinks im cute but he can tell im pretty young compared to him. He honestly feels kinda guilty for being attracted to me

He gets a couple drinks in and starts flirting. Obviously i flirt back. But nothing happens that night and we go our separate ways

One day, couple weeks later, im out running errands or something. The suns starting to set, im walking home, and there's not that many people around. Some asshole catcalls me, i flip him off, like i usually do. But i guess i have really bad luck that day because this guy decides to pull over and get out of his car. He starts following me, yelling something about how hes gonna kill me. I start walking faster, hoping to get to the next block where i know there'll be more people.

Suddenly, someone else appears next to me. I was so focused on the guy following me and trying to, like, survive that i dont see where they came from.

Oh my god you'll never guess who it is. Yeah, it's Leon.

Since there's now a big, buff man carrying a gun next to me, and we clearly know each other, the guy following me suddenly doesn't seem too keen to keep threatening me. But Leon still turns to him with a cold expression and asks him what he thinks he's doing.

Dude takes one look at him and just turns and books it.

Leon asks if im okay and then walks me home. He figures he should probably leave, but he asks if i want him to stick around for a bit 'just to be safe'. Really, he just cant help but want to spend more time with me. Even if he feels like he shouldnt.

I accidentally triggered his savior complex and now he wants me even more

Obviously, I say yes. Hot older guy that just saved my ass wants to hang out for a bit? Literal dream come true

At first we just talk. He's funny, and we keep making each other laugh. But the more time we spend with each other, the more the tension grows

His self control keeps getting thinner and then the two of us are unconsciously leaning towards each other while we talk. He makes some kind of teasing remark that makes me pout at him and suddenly he cant take it anymore. He grabs my face and kisses me

Im ecstatic, enthusiastically kissing him back until he pulls away with a flushed face and dark eyes

He tells me that we shouldnt do this, that hes so much older than me, and i tell him hes being stupid. Making a big deal out of nothing. And he looks so guilty, torn between his desire for me and his desire to be an honorable man that doesnt sleep with someone half his age

It doesnt take much to convince him to give in. And then im on his lap and we're making out again

He spends the night. I make him breakfast the next day because with those abs he must be starving. I tell a bad joke and he cracks up and seeing me in the morning sunlight that streams through the window... he does not want this to be a one time thing. He doesn't want to be without me

So after breakfast he asks me on a proper date, and apologizes for not doing so before. Formally asks me to be his partner. Of course i say yes

And the rest is history

Anyway..

But yeah, my s/i is a normal citizen that doesnt have anything to do with the actualy resident evil lore. I dont fight BOWs, i dont work for the DSO, im separate from all of that. And Leon really appreciates having something important in his life thats.. normal. Im something stable and soft for him to come home to. The thought of me is what keeps him strong when hes off on his missions.

Oh i got sappy good bye o////o

[sonchiildren]

☆ anonymous ☆ — Does Chi-Chi know Goku is cheating on her with Vegeta

"What?! And he didn't think to share Vegeta with me? Rude."

"Joking aside, the fact you think Goku would cheat on me with someone else just goes to show how LITTLE you know my husband or even respect him. He is loyal to a fault and he would never do something like that."

The woman's hands settling on her hips as she glared daggers at the other in question. How DARE they insult her husband like that? Goku was not at all like that and it was disrespectful and horrible they even suggested it about him. Resisting the urge to get physical with them — even if that frying pan was looking very tempting to smack them upside the head with.

"Now, I must politely ask you to leave so get the HELL off my property this instant and leave my family the HELL alone or else."

[wayfinderships]

Number 3 or 8 for the kissing meme with Sanji and Panchi? :D -@gideongrovel

@gideongrovel Hello Hello Gideon! Hope you're doing well!! :D I decided to go with Number 8 for this one! The Stubborn Idiots of all time <3

[aethersea]

📓

So love potion no. 9, right? Three options here: one for comedy, one for sappiness, and one for angst. 

For comedy, Morgan drops the curse bottle and now everyone’s in love with them. Barnaby and Ohio are suddenly pining desperately. Rex Roofer kidnaps them for a romantic weekend getaway. All their tenants inexplicably have a dozen maintenance requests crop up all at once, just so they can offer Morgan some fresh-baked pastries oh no I just happened to make extra, really it’s no trouble, haha yeah it’s a family recipe, if you wanted to come by sometime I could show you how to make it…?

Alex is busy that weekend and doesn’t notice for a few days, and in fact doesn’t find out about it until Morgan remarks that it’s funny how Alex has been acting completely the same. Maybe they’re immune? Just too powerful for the curse bottle…

Alex freezes. This is it, a voice screams in their head, this is the moment, the universe has crafted this opportunity for you, just SAY SOMETHING and if it goes wrong then you can play it off as being the curse after all! Say something! SAY SOMETHING!!

“Yep!” they squeak. “Immune! Ha! Too strong for that curse!”

Then they teleport themselves into the sun to scream for a while.

.

For sappiness, Alex cracks that thing open, not knowing what it is, and Morgan’s behavior doesn’t change at all. “Huh,” Morgan says when this is pointed out to them. “That’s funny. I wonder if I’m immune somehow? All those jungle adventures with Ohio finally paying off, I guess.”

This is it, a voice screams in Alex’s head. This is your moment. The universe is giving you a gift. 

“I—uh—I don’t think—” Alex takes a deep breath, then stops time for a bit so they can psych themselves up. “I don’t think that’s how it works,” they finally manage. “But I can—Or we can get an expert or something—I think you should—uh—We should scan you for curse immunity. That seems like a—a thing you should know. About yourself. If you have it.”

Morgan gets a bit of a deer-in-headlights look and tries to dissuade them, but Alex has grabbed onto their courage with both hands and will absolutely not be dissuaded. So Morgan breaks down and confesses that yes, they’re in love with Alex, have been for a while, but they can totally be chill about it, really, they swear, so if they could just not make a big deal out of this—

Alex’s brain finally comes back online, and they jump Morgan’s bones immediately.

.

For angst, Alex cracks that thing open, and Morgan falls desperately, dramatically, visibly head over heels for them. And Morgan, of course, knows exactly what that curse bottle does, and so they know exactly why they’re suddenly feeling this way about their best friend. 

So they try to be cool about it. Try to keep a lid on it, keep it under control. “Sorry,” they grimace every time they catch themselves saying anything too sweet, too adoring. “Sorry,” they wince when they realize they’ve been filling the fridge with all of Alex’s favorite foods. “Sorry,” they cringe halfway through leaning in for a kiss.

Morgan is in love with Alex, and they’re doing everything they can to shove it down like it’s some embarrassing disease they don’t want to admit to having. Morgan is in love with Alex, and it isn’t real.

Alex is in hell.

[sochilll]

Kleinsen 29 + 30

Kleinsen + 29. Childhood friends and 30. Summer reading

(Send a character/pairing and a number and I’ll write a drabble)

“Done!” Jared slammed his last book closed. “Ha! That’s ten.”

Evan looked up from his own book. He was still only on number six. They had to hit ten before the school year started in less than a week.

Jared was a faster reader by far. He tore through books in a few hours. Evan always found himself zoning out and having to re-read paragraphs. Besides, reading tired him out, it took so much effort to focus, so he could never get through more than an hour or so at a time.

“Whatever. We weren’t racing.”

“You always say that when you lose.” Jared said, leaving out the implied, “and you always lose.”

In elementary school, the summer reading challenge hadn’t been quite as hard. But this was sixth grade now. This time, a little zone out meant Evan was completely lost when he re-focused three paragraphs later.

He tossed his book on the coffee table. “Can you just tell me what yours were about so I can check off ten?”

Jared shook his head. “That’s not the spirit of summer reading.”

Evan knew Jared just liked beating him. Everything school related was a competition for Jared. Evan suspected he wouldn’t take it so seriously if he wasn’t better than Evan in nearly every subject.

Spelling and writing were the only two areas Evan ever got higher scores in. Coincidentally, those were the two subjects Jared said were stupid.

“Let’s go swimming.” Jared said, sprawled on his back on the floor.

Evan pointed at his half empty reading log. “I have to finish. There’s only like four days left.”

Jared sighed and sat up. He pulled Evan’s reading log toward him and started writing, ready to help Evan now that it benefited himself too.

Evan watched. Jared’s handwriting wasn’t terribly different from his own so it didn’t stand out too much that the last five books were written by him.

“There. I’ll tell you what these three are about,” he pointed to the book Evan was about halfway done with, “you know enough to answer questions on that one, and we’ll watch the movie of this one tonight.”

Evan knew that was a bad idea. They’d been explicitly warned against it. But he was so tired of reading and Jared was already hunting for the beach towels. And well, Evan really wanted to go swimming in the giant pool in Jared’s complex. He wanted to enjoy his last few days of summer.

So he put the reading log in his folder and followed Jared upstairs to change.

[ourladyoflight]

Have you always been an Angel? Or were you once someone else in a past life?

There's a moment of quiet contemplation that follows the question. It lingers in the air for a moment, as she sifts through memories that often sit on one of the higher shelves in her mind. It had been a while since she'd reached up to pull them down, and they'd gotten rather dusty.

"As far as I know," she begins, "I've always been the way that I am."

She'd been born, and she was she. It had all begun when she'd stepped into herself, and out of nothing. There had been no childhood, nor nurture under a gentle parent's touch; she was Angel amongst humans, and a different name entirely amongst her siblings. They had been the first ones she could remember alongside her. They'd been born grown together, for there was no need for infancy- which the art of nurture had been learned through observings, and tryings, and persistent self-teachings.

It left the question of what she was for unanswered. But that was a query Angel liked to answer in her own time, and through her own actions. She would write that part herself.

"I've been many someones here on Earth," she continues, smiling faintly at the memory. "So I suppose I've lived plenty of past lives, haven't I?"

[whatwooshkai]

Gonna put in my lucky number; 4!

Heatwave can't sleep.

It's not his roommates, no, he's long gotten used to their various recharge quirks. And it's not the homesickness either, that was the worst in the beginning and he was sleeping just fine.

But he just can't sleep. No particular reason.

And that's the annoying part- if there's no discernible problem, there can't really be a solution. That's something Chase would say.

Heatwave considering waking one of them up to entertain him. That'd probably only go over well with Boulder, who's too soft sparked to get angry at him. But then again, Heatwave has never woken them up in the middle of the night, so how is he supposed to know anything?

I'm not a sparkling anymore, he tells himself as he gets down from his bunk, optics trained on Chase's doorwings. They don't flick. I need other ways of dealing with this than bothering my friends.

Their door opens quietly enough to not alert any of the others, and Heatwave is slipping out into the hallway.

He's never been out here in the middle of the night. The hallway is empty, cold and unwelcoming, even with the little personalized name tags on every door. Heatwave's steps barely make a sound on the floor-

-nothing compared to the footsteps pounding down the hall behind him. Shit.

"Hey!"

Heatwave whirls around to see a- a security guard? Why do they have security guards?

"Back in your room, now!" the guard orders, coming up on Heatwave too quickly, grabbing him by the collar plating and lifting him a little off the ground. "Designation. Then room number. You're getting written up for this-"

Heatwave panics, sinking his fangs into the guard's hand.

He yelps and drops him, and Heatwave dives out the nearest open window.

Bailout training kicks in not a second too soon, Heatwave just managing to get his hook into the wall before his weight drops onto the system. He lets himself down faster than he normally would, because there's too high of a chance that guard could fuck with his system.

As soon as he's on the ground he disengages himself from the bailout system, leaving it dangling from the window. He can go steal another one from the supply closet tomorrow, probably.

Right now, he has to try not to think about how much trouble he's in.

It was really dark and there's a lot of firetrucks at the Academy. And Heatwave didn't speak, either... no proper identifying marks beyond a standard bailout system. He's fine.

He's fine.

Heatwave takes a deep vent and looks out in front of him. Several bots mill around, many drunk, others looking like they just want to go home.

He's never actually been out in Iacon by himself, he realizes. Especially not at night.

Heatwave can take care of himself.

He'll just make sure to use the window in his room, next time.