#the room of the mysterious universe

[koushirouizumi]

On the second day, Koushiro dropped his “m”s. “You   ay   ot u  dersta  d, Te  to  o  , but I feel as though a heavy weight has bee   lifted off of   y shoulders.” “I see. That’s good.” Tentomon smiled encouragingly.

Digimon Adventure Novel; “The Inquisitive Heart” Translation from Digital Scratch (Link in the comments)

[babitim-royal-au]

[enthusiastic-nimrod]

Pink Taffy' bedroom!!! I loved drawing this- bedrooms are so much fun because you can put so much character into them!

One of the things I knew I wanted was for her to have a platform in her room, and I thought the fence would be a fun add on. I think my favorite prop in her room is the cotton candy lamp! I just think it's cute.

[probablygayattorneys]

So I just heard someone say that some promotional material for Layton confirms that Unwound Future takes place in 1963. If this is the case, I’ve attempted to do some math (as someone who never learned to count, quite difficult, and please grant me some room for error) and I think I have some numbers that are interesting.

He’s 34 in Last Specter. If we add four years for the events of the trilogies and say he’s 37 in '63.

Then if we add thirteen years to get him to 50 (how I got fifty for that number is a sidebar that involves Luke’s ages so I’m not going to get into it now) when he goes missing and we’re up to '76

Add eleven to account for the time he’s [redacted for spoiler purposes] and then that’s when Kat’s game occurs, and for the sake of simplicity, say Alfendi’s is set either concurrently or right around the same time, then Mystery Journey and Mystery Room take place in 1987.

Which gives us birth years for the Layton’s as Kat was born in '66, Alfendi was born in '58, and the professor was born in '26.

We can also use this math to do a really interesting thing which is place the flashback sections in Miracle Mask as '43, meaning that all of that happened smack dab in the middle of World War II.

So….. do with that what you will, I guess.

[izzyizumi]

No One: Me: "The average Digital World astronaut reaches space a total of one time in their entire lifetime, but more instances may be possible with advancements in Space science. Izumi Koushirou, meanwhile, who reached (Digital) ""space"" twice depending on the universe involved, (BOTH times while still as a child) is an Outlier who Should Not Be Counted"

[madmaxou]

The crossover that no one was waiting for.

[alto-tenure]

About the democratically determined PL universe: I'm doing a series of polls on increasingly obscure Layton media outside the mainline games to see what people generally consider to be canon. More details here.

Currently open polls (as of August 24): Layton Mystery Tanteisha/Layton Mystery Detective Agency

[pizzaronipasta]

[nobodysdaydreams]

Things I want out of redeemed Nathaniel Benedict/L.D. Curtain

I like TMBS’s redeemed Curtain/Nathaniel Benedict plot line and am excited to see where it goes. However, he has done some bad stuff he needs to make up for and there are dynamics between him and the society that I want explored. So I started a checklist for our potential redeemed Nathaniel:

A confrontation between Garrison, Milligan, and Curtain (possibly also Kate/SQ). Garrison invented the brain sweeper which means she was likely involved in what happened to Milligan. Furthermore, I have also speculated on why Garrison/Milligan/SQ's biological parents would work for Curtain, though a number of possibilities exists. People have pointed out that Kate/Milligan will probably have the most objections to Nathaniel joining the society (for good reason), but A) Garrison might be just as responsible for the brain sweeping as Nathaniel B) we don't know what answers Garrison or Nathaniel can provide for Milligan C) How were SQ's bio parents involved in their pasts? So while I think Kate/Milligan will have objections to Nathaniel joining the society, and might never fully forgive him, it's not going to play out as it would in the books, because this time Curtain is not the only character they’d be mad at about their separation (@ Garrison) and there is actually something Nathaniel can do to make up for what he did: he can fill in some of the gaps in Milligan’s memory. Would that earn him total redemption? Certainly not, but it's something.

Nathaniel apologizes to Garrison and clears her name. She was probably the closest thing to a friend Curtain had besides Nicholas. How did he repay her? Employee abuse, encouraging her to drink when she's a recovering alcoholic, mocking her ethical principles, using her device when she told him it was dangerous, stealing her ideas, and she’s still being framed for the emergency. I know I also talk about Garrison in the above point but he really did her wrong and needs to own up before she comes back to destroy everybody.

Nathaniel and Nicholas develop a sibling dynamic with their sister + Nathaniel possibly saving her (like a paying it forward type thing, also him suddenly experiencing what he's been putting the other characters through). I speculate over what their sister's relationship might be like, and I'm hoping they go for an older or younger sister rather than a triplet. We've gotten used to Nathaniel and Nicholas as twins. An older/younger sister leaves more room for possibilities (e.g., older sister would remember things about their past that the twins don't know which gives her an advantage that plays into Nathaniel's fear of not being the one in control. A younger sister would put the twins in a position of being the older sibling and might make them feel some level of responsibility, especially if she's had a difficult life and they weren't there to help her).

Nathaniel apologizes to Sticky for the waiting room and to Sticky and Reynie for grooming them to be his tools for world domination. More specifically, instead of using the fact that he relates to the boys to manipulate them, he actually uses it to help/mentor them this time. The season 1 scene where Sticky said his greatest fear was "not being wanted" and the camera focused on Curtain's reaction was good. Plus Nathaniel tries to hide it but anxiety and stress really break him down, we see that in season 1 and the end of season 2 when he realizes his plans aren't working and he's not the in-control leader he thought he was. The anxiety/trauma fuels his need for control. Redeemed Nathaniel might want to make sure the boy’s anxiety/trauma doesn’t lead them to the same mistakes he made. For some reason, my brain is giving me a scene of overwhelmed out-of-control desperate Sticky/Reynie feeling like they have to make a difficult choice to save everyone and being like "I know it’s wrong, but I have to do this. It’s the only way” and Nathaniel looking at these literal children like "no it's not. You don't have to do anything or make any decisions on your own, nor should you. Especially not this. There are always other ways. Trust me, you don't want this"

Nathaniel relating to/teaming up with Constance. I've pointed out the parallels between Curtain/Constance numerous times (e.g., the way they both insult people and jump to the most violent conclusions). I want Constance to write an insulting poem about him, I want them to slowly come around to each other, I want their insults to go from insult-insults to affectionate-insults, I want them to connect on the fact that they have unknowns about their families, I want Nathaniel to help her understand her psychic powers, and I want them to have an uncle/niece relationship.

Nathaniel awkwardly apologizes to Rhonda and Ms. Perumal, is surprised they forgive him, and feels like he doesn't deserve it. They don’t give him a free pass, but the fact that Ms. Perumal had that "maybe we need to save the bad guy" speech and Rhonda always tries to see the good in people makes me think they'll get him to open up. Like he guiltily asks why they forgave him, and Rhonda says something like "They say that the child not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth. And I see that you have been that hurting child for too long, eh? Have some tea" and next thing you know Nathaniel is sobbing and opening up to Ms. Perumal about adopting/parenting struggles, what a horrible father he was, and how he wants his son back. Nathaniel keeps falling asleep during the conversation, but Ms. Perumal and Rhonda just calmly enjoy their tea and wait for him to wake up again.

Number 2 never trusting Nathaniel but tolerating him because he makes her food. This would be funny and in character. She had to witness Mr. Benedict’s fake happiness more than anyone. Curtain tried to manipulate her and eventually brainwashed her. She’s also naturally suspicious and wouldn’t immediately trust him. The only thing un-brainwashed Number 2 enjoyed about the compound was the snacks (even when she told off Curtain, she still took the treat he made). I can just see her glaring at Nathaniel from across the dinner table like: "I’ll never trust you" *proceeds to eat four helpings of the meal he prepared especially for her*

This goes without saying but: SQ. Nathaniel needs to get his son back. He needs to make things right, apologize, and tell his son the truth about his adopted and biological families.

If Nathaniel runs into Jackson and Jillson's cult based on his philosophies, he should probably do something about it.

He should apologize to Martina too. Her college apps were screwed up because of his silly classes.

Bonus: If his redemption is fake or he has a ulterior motive (e.g., sister blackmailing him), or he morally relapses, the time Nathaniel does spend with the society causes him to emotionally struggle with himself and eventually leads him to the right path. The relief that fell over Nathaniel's face when Constance woke up + when he watched everyone hug and unconsciously took a step forward: once he’s around the society he desperately wants to be part of the family whether he admits it or not. That’s a long way from his earlier “treat them without mercy”. Would love to see how that progresses.

Feel free to add on.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

woah... that's some premium human (kittycat?) heart in conflict with itself

(fr everyone in lackadaisy is kittycats to me lmao. going like, whoa, neat humansona ideas....)

and also fr like everyone get in on "mordecai killed atlas even though of course he didn't do it b/c he Wanted to: bet on it" if only for the fun drama of it all....it Is fun & funny to me that like, sure there's only so many major characters, and sure there's no incorrect one to point to like "wow what a delight" but i wasn't really That previously aware that mordecai is like a fan fave like omg the bad bitches (especial popularity) he pulled by being autistic :'] we just don't expect to see it lmao. like this theory should also be more popular then if even just by virtue of that premium kittycat heart in conflict with itself material it supplies. pointing at mordecai like haha he's sooo upset about all this and That Is Why He Quit, not to go investigate marigold which he's also just said he Wasn't doing until just now. we've seen the [oh grief? besot? interesting] bonus material....not that i don't think most people do imagine that of course mordecai has a good amount of emotional investment in things driving him here, but this does ramp it up which i think also works as an argument in its favor; like i'd be inherently more skeptical about any theory that required mordecai to actually care less about things lol than about any that gives him more personal emotional motivation

truly like "we know mordecai wouldn't want to kill atlas..." (agreed) "...so he can't have been the one to kill him" like first of all lol no way is it a Writeoff anyways, like we've got a mystery here but we Won't imagine ways in which [nobody could ever kill someone they didn't want to kill] wouldn't apply? second of all: Think Of The Drama Of Him Killing Him Even Though He Wouldn't Want To

[koushirouizumi]

While Koushiro swam his way through the zero gravity air-space, Vadermon chased after {Koushiro} with the zigzag motions of a UFO, shooting at {Koushiro} at every chance.

The rings of light were more powerful than they looked. The stars that took on a direct hit from them burst into smithereens. "Just how do we beat Vadermon?" {Koushiro}'s inquisitive heart back where it belonged, it did not take long getting down to work within Koushiro. Calming himself, {Koushiro} analyzed the situation. {Koushiro}'s Digimon partner Tentomon was currently in the form of Babumon, who didn't have much fighting power. {Tentomon} would have to evolve. But how? What was evolution anyway? What are Digimon? What are the Chosen Children? "I want to know! I want to know! I want to know!" Koushiro shouted. A single star above {Koushiro}'s head glittered. The star changed into a shape Koushiro had once seen before, flying like a comet into Koushiro's hand. It was a Crest.

Digimon Adventure Novel; “The Inquisitive Heart” Translation from Digital Scratch (Link in the comments)

[segasister]

Hazbin Hotel I’m looking at you…!

genuinely one of the worst things that’s happened to television in the last few years (exacerbated by streaming services) is death of Filler. going from 20 episodes to 8 because “we didn’t really need that episode where the main characters went to the beach right? it had no long lasting effect” but we DID!!! we needed to see how they act without the Big Bad Plot and to establish the dynamics between the characters and lay in the sun with (do they forget sunscreen? how do they react to a naughty seagull? do they get buried in the sand?). the plot isn’t everything. the action doesn’t hit as hard without the quiet moments. give us character development and our little scenes back

[the-i-of-the-jeremy-bearimy]

Devastating: no one can appreciate my outfit today besides me.

[tender-rosiey]

Hey I want to request a husband!gojo getting his wisdom teeth pulled out and he is high af from the anesthesia. I just imagine him forgetting everything and starts acting dumb. This would be huge blackmail material for nobara and megumi lol

peacock — gojo satoru x f!reader

as soon as you step into the recovery room, the sight of him almost makes you burst out laughing. satoru is slouched in the chair, limbs draped over the sides, his usual composed demeanor replaced with utter disarray.

his eyes, free of his blindfold, are dazed and unfocused, those brilliant blue irises practically swimming in confusion.

his cheeks are puffed out comically with gauze, and he’s staring up at the ceiling like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world.

when his eyes eventually find you, they widen dramatically, his entire face lighting up like he’s just seen a miracle.

"oh. my. god," he gasps, his voice muffled by the cotton stuffed in his mouth, but his tone is thick with awe and disbelief. “you’re... you're an angel. a real one.”

you bite your lip, barely managing to stifle the laughter bubbling up. “satoru, it’s me,” you say, moving closer to him.

he squints at you, leaning forward so far that he nearly tips over, his eyes narrowing as he’s trying to make sense of what he’s seeing. “wait... we know each other?”

you fight back a smile. “I’m your wife.”

there’s a beat of silence before his eyes widen again, and he jerks back so dramatically that the chair creaks beneath him.

“wife? no way!” he grips the armrests with exaggerated strength, staring at you like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you. “are you serious? we’re married? to each other?”

you giggle as you nod, “for a while now.”

he slumps back, his head rolling to the side with a long, exaggerated groan. his entire body sinks into the chair.

“wow. I did it. I really did it,” he says, staring up at the ceiling again, his eyes unfocused and dazed. “I married the hottest person in the universe. I win at life.”

your lips twitch into a grin, watching him bask in his drugged-out epiphany. “you sure did,” you say, unable to stop yourself from laughing softly.

you move to help him up, sliding your arm around his waist as he wobbles to his feet, legs unsteady like a baby giraffe taking its first steps.

but as you start guiding him toward the door, he plants his feet firmly on the ground, stopping you with a wild-eyed, serious expression. “wait, wait, wait,” he says, his hand reaching out to grab yours with surprising urgency.

his fingers are warm, clumsy in their grip, but there’s an intensity in his gaze that, even through the haze of anesthesia, is so satoru.

his face is scrunched up in deep thought, brows furrowed as though he’s wrestling with the most critical question of his life. “I need to know something... something important.”

you raise an eyebrow, watching him try to focus, his blue eyes narrowing. “okay, what is it?”

“do we... do we kiss?”

you can’t help it—this time, you let out a snort of laughter. “yes, satoru, we kiss. all the time.”

he blinks slowly, his mouth hanging open in awe, eyes sparkling with newfound wonder.

“no way! I knew it. I’m so good at kissing, aren’t I?” he beams, his prideful grin exaggerated by the swollen cheeks, making him look utterly ridiculous. “I knew I was a natural.”

you chuckle, shaking your head as you tighten your hold on him, guiding him toward the exit. “you’re definitely something,” you mutter under your breath.

but, of course, satoru has no intention of walking in a straight line, let alone staying quiet. he stops again, turning his head to you with a deeply perplexed look, like he’s trying to unravel the mysteries of the universe.

“wait… wait… there’s these kids,” he says, gesturing wildly, nearly knocking the clipboard off the counter.

“they’re always hanging around. the loud pink-haired one, the grumpy one, and the one who keeps yelling. who are they? why are they always following me?”

you sigh through a laugh, shaking your head as you guide him forward. “those are your students, satoru. yuuji, megumi, and nobara.”

his face lights up with recognition—or something close to it. “yuuji! yeah, yeah, the kid who talks to everything. I like him. he’s my pokemon.”

you snicker, struggling to keep him upright as he sways like he’s on a boat in the middle of a storm. “he is your student, not a pokemon,” you remind him gently.

he waves his hand dismissively. “nah, nah, he’s my pokemon.”

you shake your head, unable to stop smiling. “sure, satoru. whatever you say.”

“and megumi!” satoru perks up again, his eyes sparkling. “my little emo sunshine. I keep trying to make him smile, but it’s, like, so hard. do you think he’s broken?”

his voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, leaning closer to you. “should we fix him?”

you let out a small laugh, trying to keep him from stumbling as you approach the door. “I think megumi’s just fine, satoru.”

satoru gasps, clutching at your arm. “don’t tell me... he’s also your best friend? is he my rival?”

before you can respond, the door to the recovery room swings open, and standing in the hallway are yuuji, nobara, and megumi.

nobara is the first to spot satoru, her eyes widening before she bursts into uncontrollable laughter, clutching her stomach as she doubles over.

“oh my god, this is amazing!” nobara cackles, already pulling out her phone and aiming the camera at satoru. “I’ve been waiting for this day my entire life.”

yuuji grins widely, waving enthusiastically. “sensei! you okay?”

satoru beams at the sight of yuuji, grinning so wide that his swollen cheeks puff out even more.

“yuuji! my pokemon!” he tries to wave but nearly tips over, forcing you to steady him with both hands. “I missed you, man! when did you get here?”

yuuji looks bewildered for a moment. “pokemon?”

nobara is still laughing uncontrollably, already typing on her phone with one hand while recording with the other. “fushiguro, please tell me you’re getting this. this is gold!”

megumi, for his part, just stands there with his arms crossed, a sigh escaping his lips. but you can see the faintest twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth, a rare sign of amusement.

meanwhile, satoru is now waving his arms around excitedly, turning back to yuuji. “we should totally start a band! you play drums, and I’ll sing. we’ll call it...gojo and the gojos!”

yuuji blinks in surprise, his jaw dropping slightly. “uh, what?”

nobara howls with laughter, her camera still rolling. “oh my god, this is going in the group chat. no, actually, this is going everywhere.”

megumi shakes his head, his expression caught between amusement and exasperation. “I can’t believe this is happening,” he mutters.

you sigh, shaking your head fondly at the absolute circus unfolding around you. “alright, superstar,” you say, gently pulling satoru toward the exit, “let’s get you home before you say anything else you’ll regret.”

satoru grins, his eyes half-lidded but still full of wonder, like he’s just discovered something miraculous. “home? with my wife? yes, please. best. day. ever.”

as you manage to pull satoru a few steps closer to the door, his weight leaning heavily against you, he suddenly halts.

you glance at him, bracing yourself for another round of his ridiculous, anesthesia-fueled revelations, but nothing—nothing—could prepare you for what comes next.

“wait,” he says, his voice low and serious, as if he's about to share the most critical, world-altering secret.

his glassy eyes look at you intensely, filled with wild determination. “I need to do something important before we leave.”

you blink at him, confused. “satoru, what could you possibly—”

before you can finish your sentence, he dramatically pulls away from you, somehow managing to stand on his own. with the grace of a baby giraffe on ice, he wobbles toward the center of the room, ignoring your protests.

“satoru—”

he shushes you loudly, a single finger pressed to his lips as he glances over his shoulder, his expression way too serious for someone who can’t walk straight.

“shhh. this is between me and the universe.”

you exchange a bewildered look with yuuji, who’s still watching in awe, nobara recording every second, and megumi now sighing deeply, clearly bracing himself for whatever absurdity satoru is about to unleash.

then, with absolutely no warning, satoru starts unbuttoning his shirt.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" you yelp, rushing forward to stop him, but you’re too late.

he rips his shirt open dramatically, buttons flying everywhere, revealing his bandaged, puffy cheeks, along with his very confused, bare chest.

“satoru—oh my god—”

but he’s not done. no, of course he’s not. he thrusts his arms out to the side, chest puffed out proudly, and yells at the top of his lungs:

“I AM A PEACOCK, WATCH ME SOAR!”

the room falls into stunned silence for a moment. nobara freezes mid-recording, mouth hanging open in disbelief, while yuuji’s jaw drops, eyes wide with sheer awe.

megumi, however, just buries his face in his hands.

“I cannot believe I know this man,” megumi mutters under his breath, his tone one of deep regret.

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[anantaru]

stop calling me daddy! — sunday

synopsis. calling your boyfriend daddy was the best way to watch him lose his mind ᰔ

cw. daddy kink, rough fucking !!! hello it's sunday ?? prone bone, fem! reader

you can't stop it, can you? although do not worry yourself because sunday loves it. so much.

"don't, fuck— don't fucking call me that again baby," the mysterious man found himself beyond any possible explanation, outwith his habitual limitations whenever you dared to call him that, no, better yet moan it out as filthily as you could.

that certain word, well, it made him feel perverted— dirty and disgusted for being aroused by it, vulgar for liking it— especially when he's deep inside your guts, pressing in and out to watch your pussy spread and slick him up, his hips bouncing off your ass while he has you forced down your stomach, one pillow squished under your hips to keep you properly steadied for him.

all to soon he gasps again, wet squelching noises loosely hanging in the room as your liquids splash from your weeping cunt to his shaft, all down his balls and lift his spirits a little higher, like he's on top of the universe, his mind altered and opened to the possibility of admitting that he cannot help himself but fucking love when you call him daddy, "you know what it does to me, you know what it fucking does to me don't you?"

he continues and lazily blinks down at his erection connecting to your pussy, utterly out of breath spreading your ass cheeks to watch your arousal slither out at each thrust, all delighted and amused.

granted, he's a little angered but he feigns it, sunday believes it's important to keep a certain form of etiquette, even with his cock balls deep twitching within your clenching walls and bulging each time you moan it as loud as you could.

"it makes me ruthless, greedy—" he's dangerously close— his brute strength deliciously adding to the force of his hips, his weight pinning you down on your back as he shoves and shoves your head against the doused pillows beneath.

sunday was groaning in satisfaction by the tight sucking squeezes of your walls hugging him tightly, safely and secured, welcoming the ruthless grinds and swells of his cock hitting all the way inside the knot in your belly as his large hands deepen the grip on your ass.

he smears wet kisses along your neck, being so close to your ear as you can feel his shaken breath inside every warm exhale, "you don't want that do you? want me to be rough with you sweetheart? rougher than usual,"

his cock jerks when you yelp out a pathetic whimper paired with an airy laugh, sneakily grinding your ass back and moaning the more aroused you became, the more you were able to grind your puffy clit against the pillow under you.

"or hmm, maybe you do," sunday laughs menacingly, feeling the room spin as the pure noise of him losing his mind was like the sweetest sugar on your tongue, "that's why you keep calling me daddy," thereafter, the movements of his hips on you, the suave mist of his fragrance flavored with sweat had manifested your orgasm into something way beyond imagination.

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[christaspirit]

Danny stares at Jazz, then down in horror.

“Oh frick, oh shoot…” he mutters.

Jazz’s eye ticks and she pulls out the Thermos.

“…I deserve it…” Danny mutters before getting pulled in.

“Never mind, I found him,” Jazz said, smiling sweetly at the Justice League. “And he’s in a heck of a lot of trouble…” Jazz aggressively shook the Thermos before stepping back into the portal.

The JLA stated in shock at where a portal has been moments before.

“Yo what the [redacted]?”

do x dc prompt #60

When Danny first went missing, Jazz is a little ashamed to admit that it took her as long as it did to figure it out. He never left Amity and both Sam and Tucker were forced to move after the ghost attacks ramped up in their senior year when Danny took the ghost throne.

She’d been in college for a while now too, and while she was busy she should have noticed when her little brother stopped sending her random stuff or asking her for either normal teenage or somewhat concerning advice for things.

By the time she caught wind of it, Danny had already been missing for almost four months.

After exhausting every single lead she could, she finally broke down and decided to use her last most desperate option. Get Wulf to portal her right into the Justice League’s secret base.

Nobody can honestly say that they were expecting a young woman to walk out of a glowing green portal the color of a lazarus pit during a meeting, but everyone was listening very closely by the time she started explaining.

She said her name was Jazz and she was looking for her little brother, a solo operating hero that somehow they didn’t know about before hand, who has been missing for going on four months. Batman starts typing up a missing in action hero report right away knowing that a strong hero has mysteriously vanished.

Phantom picked the absolute worst time to wander late into the meeting room eating a bowl of ramen.