#true king of monsters

[pilot-boi]

Armored Apis: It doesn't matter which one it is, each of the 4 have 3 people who would fight for them.

The snag is that they are all so damn clueless.

Yang is oblivious to Pyrrha, Blake, and Jaune cozying up to her on cold nights.

Blake is oblivious as to why they all blep back at her.

Pyrrha can't understand why they cheer her on in the gym.

Poor Jaune gets it the worst. He's unaware why those 3 capable ladies would wanna be around a loser like him.

Ultimate pining idiots OT4. Not a functional romantic braincell between them

[hrodvitnon]

I can see for post GXK the Italian government having to have constantly pressure over Monarch regarding Godzilla using the colosseum as his residence. They have to design a special pathway that doesn’t create collateral and need tourist income.

The new pathway is literally all they can do about the whole thing, because what else are they going to do? Ask him to leave? After he's catnapped in the Colosseum? Are they going to poke him with a stick? Poke him with a stick like the baseball? Oh! Oh! Jail for Italian government! Jail for Italian government for one thousand years!!!!

[tumblezwei]

Jaune's Therapist after this volume finna pull up with this to the next therapy session.

Honestly Jaune needed that argument as much as Ruby did

the team leaders are not ok

[mobbu-min]

hmmmm… i want to watch nosferatu and have malleus on the brain…

(tw possible yan mal? blood and death, not reader tho)

Vampire Malleus that sees you trembling through the ruins outside his territory. A shaky hand holding onto a heavy flashlight and the other wrapped tightly around your midriff. A pathetic form of protection, he muses.

Mortals tend to steer clear from his area. He wasn’t even sure when was the last time he saw one. Surely by your indecent way of dress, it's been quite a long time. Ah, how time flies when you're a creature of the night.

Vampire Malleus that follows you throughout the night. Always stepping out of sight everytime you squeak and flash your light in his direction. He could see the tiny tears pricking at your glossy eyes. Throughout his years, he’s seen fear plastered across the face of many and yet, something about yours has his dead heart thrumming in his cold chest. Maybe it’s your eyes, big and shaky, or your trembling lips that squeaks like a little mouse. Or perhaps, it's because you're just so pathetically human that it lights up his curiosity.

Faintly he could hear the sounds of other humans approaching the area. And suddenly, your fear has disappeared into relief. And Malleus’ serene smile twitches. His fun is over and soon you’ll disappear beyond his reach. It can’t be helped, Malleus sighs. For as fleeting as you were, you sure were entertaining.

And yet as your voice met your friends and you turned to face them, your foot slipped and you came tumbling down. Yelping as jagged rock embedded itself into your palms and exposed knees. You hissed in pain as you examined the blood that began to leak out your poor cuts, dripping and collecting into a puddle down below.

And just like that the smell of your blood has awoken the beast.

The moment your friends made it up the hill they fell down wordlessly. It didn’t even click in your brain what had happened. Eyes couldn’t even follow the large black blurr that seemingly flew down from the sky and picked off your friends one by one. Leaving them not a second for them to scream, not a second for them to feel an ounce of fear.

Shakely you called out for them. No response came, just the sway of the wind. Fear mounted you to your spot. You couldn’t see anything, couldn’t hear anything and the smell of blood, thick and metallic clung to your nose.

And that smell only became more apparent as a pair of sharp slender pale hands reached for you from the darkness. Twisting your head from the lifeless bodies of your friends to the glowing red eyes of a beast. Domineering, lustful. The beast gazed down at you with such ferocity, you were sure you were about to pass. Those hands, stained with the blood of your friends, trailed down to your bloodied hand and lifted it up to its mouth.

A forked tongue slithered from its mouth and slid across your open wound. And just like that, its eyes rolled back and closed, and it visibly shivered. Disgust thick with fear coated your throat at its reaction and your body fought to move. And yet, it’s hold on your wrist turned harsh, knife-like nails digging into the delicate skin of your wrist and you stilled.

Its eyes opened into narrowed slits. Lips parting into a pleased smirk, allowing you to see its long, sharp teeth. And with a voice, deep and smooth and seemingly human, it purred.

“What an interesting find…”

[adm-starblitzsteel-4305]

"Anybody. And I mean, if anybody who hurt, disrespects, courting her, and broke my daughter's heart, they will have to challenge me first!"

- Godzilla, the No. 1 Daddy's Girl 🤫

[gofancyninjaworld]

No one is born knowing how to communicate

A: And that's okay...

Dr Kuseno made it look so easy. He just swanned into Saitama's apartment, proferred him a gift of beef and the hero's hostility melted away.

Fubuki felt positively foolish, and yet encouraged.

Since then, however, she's found that the only thing meat bribes pull in are dogs. Literal dogs:

And even dogs need more than meat to be loyal.

What gives? Well, it's obvious that Fubuki mistook Dr Kuseno's gift for a bribe: more on that later. Probably. And yeah, it's funny, but it's more interesting than that.

Learning how to communicate is complex. There are a ludicrous number of unspoken conventions and rules in every human society, so much so that we don't fully learn how to smile socially until we're in our forties. Dr Kuseno carefully judged his gift: he had a legitimate reason to offer Saitama a gift in the first place, out of gratitude for Saitama going out of his way to mentor Genos. Then he chose a gift Saitama would be sure to appreciate and presented it at a time when Saitama would be thinking about dinner. The worst that could have happened is that Saitama took the gift but insisted on the doctor going home (and taking Genos with him) -- it would still have left the desired positive impression. And things went really well. Kuseno made it look effortless.

Fubuki is only in her early twenties and her experience to date has been far from typical. She's learned that either she can intimidate people or she can flatter them into doing what she wants. With Saitama (and later Bang, Bomb, and Kuseno), she has to learn how to talk to more powerful people whom she cannot overpower, over whom she has no leverage, and who are unimpressed by her looks, simpering, or flattery.

Fortunately, Fubuki is nothing if not astute. She's worked out that she needs to develop complementary skills if she's to make herself useful to the S-Class heroes she wants to hang with. How to talk to them to get the help and cooperation she desires? Ah, that's a work in progress.

B: ...Unless it's not

Let's move onto another miscommunication.

Something that I hadn't before was that, unlike the webcomic version where Saitama only thinks to himself that Genos seems depressed, in the manga, Saitama out and out asks him if this is the case. He wants to know.

It mirrors King asking Saitama that very same question and getting Saitama to open up and be vulnerable for the first time (ever, in any version of the story). So it is very appropriate to see Saitama trying to do the same for Genos, particularly as he is openly fond of the guy.

However, it goes wrong. Saitama feels himself under pressure to say something wise to make it better. So he puts on his best 'confident' face and inadvertently makes everything much worse. Oh dear. What makes this particularly painful in the manga is that Saitama is much more invested in trying to reach Genos, and it's made Genos think that Saitama saying that he doesn't see what he's doing must mean that earlier times when he's praised him must have been just Saitama being nice. For sure, Genos could have pushed back and made Saitama clarify what he meant, but he's even worse at communicating: and Saitama's glib remark about being bright struck him square in the insecurities.

I'm going to come to something that I only realised once I started typing this up. Even though I've pointed out their abilities to communicate, neither King nor Kuseno have the perfect words to say. Kuseno started out by first committing a faux pas in bringing his great big outside boots into Saitama's flat, then nearly boring Saitama to death with a long-winded explanation. King started out by trying to guess what was bothering Saitama. Both, however, did the most important thing about effective communication: they picked up on their going wrong and changed tack.

It's not about saying the right thing: it's about responding to the person you're talking to.

The thing that King did that Saitama was trying to do for Genos was to ask Saitama open questions, and shut up in the interim, letting Saitama talk to fill in the silence. He'd only speak to ask more open questions when Saitama ran out of things to say, and through that, gently started to challenge Saitama's thinking.

But doing so means being comfortable with several seconds of silence. And that is excruciating. It is almost irresistible to jump in and say something, anything. And it would have been a longish wait, for Genos to slowly sit down and decide to start speaking, which might well have started being about something only tangentially related to his worry. King did that for Saitama: Saitama started out talking about what was bothering him on the surface -- being too strong -- before eventually coming to what was really bothering him, feeling lonely and profoundly isolated from everyone around him. Saitama does not yet know how to wait a person out.

It's a problem in this case because it's introduced a big barrier between those two, not an insurmountable one for sure, but one that could easily compound later.

Ah well, no one is born a communicator. We just have to wait and see if they work out a way to open up and be honest with each other. So it goes! There's more ways to introduce conflicts than to have a monster trample Tokyo, after all!

And so help me, the struggle to learn how to communicate is 1000% worthwhile.

[thepromiscuousfinger]

2016: Harambe changed the energy.

2024: Fred, Peanut, and Moo Deng did the same.

Any harm comes to that lil blubber nugget, I swear you're gonna see the Thai zookeepers be that guy in Ong Bak.

....fuck, I wanna watch Ong Bak now

[magicstar16]

Thinking about Mike Deltarune

What if Mike was just as desperate as Spamton?

Mike Rofone is Microphone darkner who runs a tv studio in the dark world. However, the business starts failing in the 90s, as tv starts to become less popular and Lightners start flocking to this newfangled "internet" thing that he can't make heads or tails of. Tenna, his protege and poster child, as much as he likes them, the tv darkner just isn't bringing in new customers anymore. The studio's on the verge of bankruptcy, but he can't give up now! He just needs a miracle! He just needs something flashy! He just needs something new!

He just needs a little help!

And it comes to him

Through a ring on an old telephone.

He picks it up

And through the garbage noise, Mike hears a voice.

The voice tells him he can help Mike. The voice tells Mike that the internet, even though it's still in it's infancy, is also a dark world. That the internet also has addisons. That there's a particular addison there who's as desperate as Mike. His name is Spamton G. Addison. He's failing, but he's got potential, and if Mike plays his cards right, he will make life better for the both of them.

Mike is skeptical at first of course. He's been in business for years at this point, he knows every deal has it's angle. A shiny solution to all his problems served on a silver platter? And that solution happens to come from the main thing that's putting him out of business? It seemed to good to be true... but if there was even a slight chance of saving the studio, he had no choice but to take the gamble right? Plus he's familiar with addisons. Perhaps this internet addison was out of their element, maybe they'd be better suited for tv commercials than advertisements on the internet. Maybe if Mike took them under his wing, he'd have a real big shot on his hands, after all, Tenna was struggling a lot before Mike scouted him. Sure, yeah, he could work with this.

He takes the deal.

The voice sounds pleased.

The voice tells him that tomorrow, the addison would call him. Mike thanks the voice, but its already distorted back into a mass of garbage noise, and hangs up.

Mike tells his secretary to cancel every meeting and hold every call he has tomorrow, he has a special client he's expecting.

The next day Mike paces in his office, the old phone now resting on his desk. He's been waiting for hours starting to have second thoughts. Why did he trust a random stranger on the phone? Why did he take the gamble? Why did he cancel every meeting and call that had more financial potential than whatever lies the voice from the phone promised? He's been in show biz for decades, he should know better than to take a suspicious deal! He's dreading whatever scam he's got himself into. He's gonna go bankrupt for sure now... What's he gonna tell his employees? His coworkers? Oh gosh, what was he gonna tell Tenna? StupidstupidstupidstupidSTUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID-

*Ring Ring*

Mike's spiral is interrupted by the ringing of an old rotary phone. The one he placed on his desk. The sound he's been waiting to hear all day. He picks it up

and to his surprise, someone answers.

"H-hello, am I {Speaking clearly} to a Mr. Mike Rofone? I was told to {Call Now!} you."

The voice is timid, glitchy, a complete opposite to the voice from the call from yesterday. Perhaps this is the "Spamton" the voice was talking about? Mike clears his throat and speaks, trying to mask the disbelief in his voice

"Yes, the one and only Mike Rofone! You're Spamton g. Addison right?"

"{Affirmative}"

Mike and Spamton talk for a bit, with spamton growing much energetic and passionate the more they spoke. Mike is oddly charmed by the Addison. Spamton's got ideas, new, flashy ideas that Mike could only imagine the chaotic new invention of the internet could inspire (Calling a car a "cungadero", whatever a "Pipis" is, what would they think of next?). Though Mike can tell that the ideas aren't quite there, plus Spamton's still has noticeable uncertainty and a lack of confidence in his voice, not to mention the glitchiness. Mike could see why Spamton would be having trouble picking up customers, but it was nothing that a little patented Mike Magic™ can't fix. He'd just have to refine Spamton's ideas, give him a little more confidence, and get a hold on those glitches (Though from what Mike could tell, Spamton probably couldn't control it, but Mike would be lying if he hadn't had a feedback errors in his time, it happens to the best of us! Worst case scenario, they'd just edit the audio).

Mike hires Spamton. Mike promises to Spamton he was gonna make Spamton a big shot! and through the phone he can hear Spamton's barely contained excitement

"I WON'T LET YOU I WON'T LET YOU I WON'T LET YOU I WON'T LET YOU I WON'T LET YOU I WON'T LET YOU I WON'T LET YOU I WON'T LET YOU- I won't let you down sir!"

Mike and Spamton say goodbye to eachother and hang up. Mike chuckles, which turns into a laugh! Sweet signals above! this was actually happening! He had a bright new poster boy on his hands!

But a thought wormed his way into his mind. How was he gonna tell Tenna? Mike couldn't let go of Tenna even if he wanted to (which he didn't, admittedly) Tenna may not have had the star power he used to have, but he was still talented! He couldn't just let that go! He helped Tenna become the star he knew he could be! Maybe he'd just let her keep acting and getting gigs on her own. Yeah, that was probably the best way to go, Tenna was a star after all! Tenna didn't really need Mike's guidance anymore, there was a new little sponge who needed to soak up Mike's expertise. Yeah, yeah that was probably the best way to go about it!

[kevinthecantaloupe]

Webcomic Masterlist

Hey guys! Here's a list of all of the webcomics that I've either read or am actively reading.

Keeping up with as they post:

Aurora

The Glass Scientists

Castoff

Widdershins

Earth, 2068

Soul to Call

Bookwyrms

Checking in on occaisionally:

Kings of Sorts

Wychwood

Sleepless Domain

Dumbing of age

Wilde Life

Year in Hereafter

In Blood We Rise

Fairmeadow

Living in Future Tense

Read:

Sanity Circus (ended before it finished)

Ramshackle (no idea if it's going to get any more updates)

Never Satisfied (infinite hiatus)

Stand Still Stay Silent (finished)

Tripping Over You (finished)

Monster Pulse (finished)

Monsterkind (lost in webcomic purgatory)

Used to Read:

True Magic (turned into a text format which personally I am not a fan of, so I stopped reading)

Arrhythmia

Come Hell or High Water

Woah.

That's actually a lot now that I list it all out.

[dainpo]

[tschulijulesjulie]

after all this time this still makes me sick to my stomach

[pilot-boi]

Armored Apis: The idea of them having a brain cell and 4 person yearning is fun, but what about the revelation that 3 people love them for who they are. The "Oh...ohhhhhh" moment as a writer such as myself likes to call it.

Pyrrha gets it when Jaune, Blake, and Yang let her just be normal on a day off from training and sponsor work.

Yang gets it when she gets texts from them supporting her and checking in when she's having near breakdown.

Jaune gets it after they tell him that they know he's a better leader than he thinks he is.

Blake gets hit the hardest with the revelation after seeing Jaune, Yang, and Pyrrha rise up to defend her from Adam.

This ship is cute, I’m not gonna lie

It’s because they all react to their relationships similarly, but with their own twist based on their backgrounds. They all feel like they’re not good enough for the people they love, that they have to be MORE to be worthy of them

It’s good shit

Also, are you thinking of this in a Pyrrha lives AU? Cause there’s good content either way

[hrodvitnon]

WHO THE FUCK DID THAT LITTLE TUMOR HAVE TO KISS ARSE OF TO MAKE HIMSELF A CHAPLAIN?!

THIS SHITE WOULD NEVER BE ALLOWED IF THIS HAPPENED UNDER THE SPACE WOLVES CHAPTER! THE SONS OF LEMAN WOULDA RIPPED HIM APART LIKE A FUCKIN PLATTER OF RIBS!

Thank Terra that Gadriel at least chilled out, I don't know how Titus could handle TWO Leandroses Leandrosing all over him! Codex this, Codex that, I'll Codex their mothers.

[tumblezwei]

Jaune Arc 🤝 Cloud Strife Blondies w/ big swords going through way too traumatic shit

Jaune Arc 🤝 Cloud Strife

Two dudes that just need a hug and for things to stop Happening to them

[laevanders]

So the Lords in Black eldritch forms anyone?

I was just sketching, and boom a drawing

It's very messy but I like it, specially when they're in _the black_

[adm-starblitzsteel-4305]

Okay, another leak shot for Mothra. This time, she looks perfectly cool in this pic!

Unlike this one...