#u dont heal quickly but u can adapt

[venusararara]

what happened to my fingers?

i took them.

why?

why? look at me.

do you hate me?

im still deciding. not sure yet

do you still like me?

i dont think i do.

...

maybe!

what?! you dont mean that!!

[silverfirewolfsurtleaus]

Side Story: Mizustune explinations

Before I get into this stuff I will note I fo use offical arwork of the mosters from the monster hunter games in this post to properly show what they look like!

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The camera jostled as it came on. A smirking Donatello could be seen. Nohgaku was sleeping in the background.

"Welcome everyone to todays lessons on monsters!" He threw his hands up. "We are past the basic information to the more specific species by species stuff. Ive of course decided to start with my siblings an I's species and other species related to us!" He brought his hands back down as he leaned back.

"Naturally as I am thr host for these information videos I will be going over my species and related species first!" Donnie humed pulling up an image.

"This is a basic Mizustune! A lovely levithan class monster known for a few things." Donnie stated "now to quickly cover something undernormal cercumstances you should not need to fight a mizustune they are one if the most peaceful monsters out there! So why would a hunter or rider need to fight one at all you may ask...well to tell the truth for all mizustune from the normal to deviant sub and rare species the only ones hunters fight are thr males durring mating season because thats when a lot of them get violent over wanting to be the one to be the father to one of the females hatchlings...thing is the most super agressive ones risk throwing the balance of nature off with how they act and could cause entier villages to be destoryed. There are rare instances where hungers have to fight ones outside of mating season but thats typically because of something happening to cause the male to become agressive...yes for some reason the females dont typically become agressive for any reason we arent sure why this is yet."

"Ah my apologiese your not here for why you fight them usually but what they do!" Donnie looked practically estatic. "Now to understand what a mizustune does one must know some specific things! Your basic Mizusutne are water elemented monsters but unlike some of the other levithans or other monsters really they arent found in water, desert sand, or in volcanos,...yes some monsters live in weird places but the mizustune! They logically live near shallow waters with lots of fish in them as fish is their primary food sorce. Now a lot of levithans are...inelegant when dragged out of the water or such not the mizustune for they never go in it to begin with! With the exception of the rare species Mizusune all make a soap like substance that theri fur spreads around called bubble foam!"

"This bubble foam allows them to move quickly doding weaving or even attacking. It also allows them to make...combative bubbles...no you did not hear me wrong." With a swish of his tail he created a large bubble. "Theres also two enzymes mizustune can produce and add to these bubbles!" He waved his tail forming a green and red bubble. "The green bubble contains an enzyme that can heal some shallow wounds while the red one produces an enzyme that can well your not here for the sience sigh but it basically temprarly boost how hard you can hit things! Now a regular nonmutated mizustune have the ability to shoot out a beam of water from their mouths this beam will likely have some of their bubble foam in it."

"All these bubble related things can inlfict you with a thing known as Bubbleblight which at first seems like a benifit as it allows you to move faster...but you can get more and more on you causing you movments to become uncotrolled and u cordinated and falling on your face because most riders and hunters dont have the adaptations mizustune have to their own bubbles, like out claws" he made sure his very hooked shapped claws could be seen. "A mizustunes claws are shape the way they are so they can just sink them into the ground to turn on a dime without loosing any speed they have from their bubble foam" Donnie chuckles. "Mizusune also have small thing hook like teeth that allow them to catch fish easier they arent good for tearing and ripping so Mizustune tend to like spiny soft shell turtles, the sepcies of turtle I am hybridized with, eat fish whole*"

"Now Ive previously in my other videos mentioned that theres is a deviant known as the Soulseer Mizustune!" Donnie pulled the image of one up.

"Now these mizustune are older than the typical one youll see. They also are at least half if not fully blind due to a fight either with a hunter or from a fight with another monster! Now there is one ability I did not cover that the mizustune has but thats because unlike its devaint it does not come into play as often. Due to some sort of genetics we do not yet understand the mizustune has the ability to sense a given area around its bubbles. The soulseer mizustune in order to adapt to its blindness amps this ability up to as far as it will go! It also has devloped a way to weaponize its favorite fish! The brst arrowana which gives it temporary fires abilites!...please do not eat a burst arrowana if you are not a mizustune they are known to explode."

"Now as you all know soulseer and regular mizustune are genetically identical!" Donnie stated "so why the [beep] am I a hybrid of both whrn logically I should only be a mizustune! They are genetically no diffrent they just have diffrent life experance-"

There was a cut before he could continue. Donnie looked sutibly embarased. "Athm sorry about that but it is a baffling point of my mutation. But onto other mizustune! Our next one most people dont have to worry about if they dont live near Kamura...my brothers and I are a diffrent story obviously)

" now to explain this one there is something I havent explained yet. Apex monsters, monsters who have servived and even gained benifits from serviving specifc elder dragons powers, be it the gore magala, and Ibushi, or Narwa honestly I hope no one has to face any of these but if you do be cautious for if they exsist they have created at least one apex. Leaving then scarred and permently altered"

"Apex Mizustune unlike most mizustune are activly violent and hostile. They seem to have similar abilities to soulseers likely because of the truama that created them. However they do not seem to need to eat burst arrowana, that could be misinformation on my part as they are few and far inbetween, thankfully, intrestingly they do have the ability to inflict a bliggt that as far as Im aware of this video only one monster speicies and its variant can do hellfireblight, I will actually explain that when I get to that monster."

"This mizustune has so far only been found in one place and has no species classification, as far as I found, it is known as a Thunderbubble Mizustune and clearly from its name trades in its water for thunder! Unfortunatly due to the limited information on it thats all I know adside from it probably being leos favorite nonmutataed mizustune purely for its primarly blue coloring."

"Finally I saved the best for last! The Rare species!"

"The violet mizustune! Other wise known to you all as Nohgaku's species." Donnie looked rather amuzed as the sleeping violent mizustune snorted in his sleep. "Now Violet Mizustune do not produce bubble foam instead they creat an oil like substance that can still make bubbles but well those bubbles will be on fire because violet mizustune trade water in for pure fire, unlike soulseer and apex which simply add fire to their repitore! Naturally this means they trade in bubbleblight and waterblight for fire blight while still keeping their mobility"

"Now weakness mizustune soulseer and apex are all weak to thunder. I do not know the weakness of thunderbubble but its obviously not weak to what it uses" donnie did pause for a moment 'ill get to it in time no need to rant about that dumb thing yet' was whispered low enough it was barely audible but could still be heard. "Violet Mizustunes are not weak to thunder but are weak to Ice. Needless to say Mikey and Raph tend to hover if I try to do any electircal work...Ill explain why Leo doesnt when I explain legianas."

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*please note that this is comoletly me assuming things based on its biology

[mayday505]

Soukoku headcanons from my Chuuya ADA AU

-Chuuya and Dazai actually get along really well now (after spending 2 years in hiding together), the bickering is simply theatrical because Dazai is a melodramatic piece of shit. The rest of the agency simply adapted to the yelling, although they were concerned at first.

-Whenever Kunikida reprimands Dazai, Chuuya will butt in like "yeah Dazai don't jump in the river" "yeah Dazai don't do that again or you'll get fired" with the most SMUG look on his face. Kunikida almost always shouts at Chuuya for this, to which Dazai will return the smug look

-While in hiding, with nothing else to do, they watched a shit ton of reality TV to pass the time. They once stayed up for 3 days straight marathonning Keeping up with the Kardashians and love island, and they both constantly make references and jokes about it. For example:

Ranpo, *complaining about the fact he's run out of snacks to Chuuya*

Chuuya, looking over at Dazai from across the office and grinning: KIM THERE ARE PEOPLE DYING

Dazai, who was drinking coffee: *spits it all over Kunikida across the table from him*

-Again, because they had a lot of free time on their hands in hiding, they watched a lot of movies. Chuuya is a film nerd now. And Dazai is pretentiously into music the same way. They clash a lot about it. Dazai will make fun of Chuuya's favourite movies and Chuuya will respond with something like "i dont want to hear anything from the person who unironically listens to Radiohead and The Smiths."

-Fukuzawa considered partnering Chuuya and Dazai, but quickly realised that they would get no work done and it would be unproductive as hell. As such, Dazai is partnered with Kunikida, and Ranpo practically begged to be partnered with Chuuya, since now he has his own personal battering ram with a powerful ability. Fukuzawa DEFINITELY regrets this sometimes (all the time actually) because Ranpo is corrupt (affectionate) and irresponsible with his newfound authority over such power, and Chuuya is just chaos personified (he gives the agency more bad reviews than Dazai, simply because he punches first, asks questions later, like one time he punched a woman in the face bc she was suspicious when all she wanted was for them to help find her missing cat)

-Chuuya, upon learning that Fukuzawa is a martial artist too, challenged him to a fight. It is one of the only times that he's gotten his ass absolutely HANDED to him, and since that day he has respected the president immensely.

-Chuuya tried to get Fukuzawa to teach him how to wield a sword, and Fukuzawa was like "no." because the mere thought of Chuuya with a SWORD is absolutely terrifying (I cant remember who originally wrote the post I saw that had this hc in it, but whoever you are, I love u and i've adapted it into my au which I will probably never get around to writing, so thank you.) Also to add on to that, he tried to spar against fukuzawa using a sword once because "how hard can it be?" Turns out, it is very hard. He learns this through accidentally smacking himself so hard in the head with his own sword (he'd applied his ability to it) that he gave himself a major concussion and had to be hacked apart by Yosano to heal it.

-Chuuya loves animals. Sometimes of he finds a stray dog or cat in the street he'll just bring it to the agency and walk in like "GUYS GUYS LOOK WHAT I FOUND!" It used to annoy the heck out of everyone (except Ranpo bc they are partners and he is COMPLICIT FR he helps Chuuya sneak the animals into the building lol) especially Dazai because of his hatred for dogs, but once they all see how happy Chuuya is they cant bring it in themselves to say anything because THE SMILE!!

-Leading off of that, one time a bird flew into the window so Chuuya brought it inside thinking it was hurt. Him and Ranpo spent 3 hours taking care of it and feeding it seeds etc. Dazai then tried to pick the bird up, and it got spooked, flying around the office and causing absolute HAVOC for another hour until Kunikida managed to catch it with his skill.

-Atsushi's dorm was originally Chuuya's, but because both Chuuya and Dazai got so used to each other being around during their two years in hiding, and since they're together, they'd always barge in on each other and end up crashing in each others rooms (mostly Dazai's). So when Atsushi joins the ADA, Chuuya offers to give up his dorm since he basically lives with Dazai anyways. Atsushi found a stash of wine his first night in the dorm and was very confused.

Again, Atsushi is just happy to be there honestly and he's so slay for that :)

[shattersstar]

here r my jason headcanons abt his scars and general feelings about his appearance + how the reader deals with it

disclaimer: wrote these in my notes within half and hour and i’m tipsy but i hope u enjoy these thots

jason wasn’t overly aware of his appearance growing up, until he moved in with bruce. he was aware he was a bit rough around the edges, growing up as he did was direct influence of that, but it wasnt until he had to interact with high society he was made aware of how looks mattered. he didn’t get the same treatment as dick, maybe the novelty of bruce’s wards had worn off come the second robin, or maybe they all recognized a poorness in him that left his toothy grin a little smaller. he tried not to care but those things bite at the back of your mind and leave residual scars to trace in years to come.

and years later, he had come to hate his body. it was something mangled, mashed and stitched back together, barely holding itself together in the first few years after the pit. his autopsy scars stayed too, every injury from being robin, from his life on the streets healed into a nothing but those fucking scars stayed. they were a harsh reminder of how his life panned out and would follow him around till he died—again.

the distaste from the socialites he had nearly forgotten about seemed to burn through his veins each time he passed a mirror. as he grew and accumulated more wounds, ones that healed and others that didn’t, the more he stopped looking at himself. he wanted to feel the vanity others had thrusted upon him, wanted to relish in the sly glances he got as he aged into his (forever handsome) features, but all he felt was lies. They wouldn’t be as bold with their eyes if they knew about him, about what hid under the layers of clothes, what phantoms hung on his shoulders and the blood he washed away, that never truly left. He couldn’t find a rugged appreciation in the crooked bend of his nose of the scar that clung to his cheekbone, another slicing through his left brow bone.

he felt like he had grown into what he was always seen as, some rough kid from the streets of gotham. he didn’t hate looking mean, it had its advantages. he liked the surprised reactions he got from his apartment neighbours who assumed he was just some criminal kid trying to make his stake in the crime ridden city. but then he’d help them carry groceries, let them drop off their pets at his place when they went out of town for the weekend, helped esl kids with english homework when he had free time. part of him wished he didnt have to win over people to get him to accept and trust him but he understood nonetheless

that was until you showed up. you moved in across the hall and asked him the day you met to help you move the couch the movers put in the wrong spot. “if you’re busy its all good.” you added at the end with a shrug, likely due to his own stunned silence at your request. he agreed, pulling his key from the lock and spent the evening setting up your living room. you paid him in a beer your friend had given as a house warming gift and asked him about the floor. you were a bit nosy, a little gossipy but something about it felt sincere. just a genuine curiosity about the inner workings of the place he called home. actually—everything about you just felt sincere.

you were kind to him, treated him like a neighbour and not a cautionary tale and jesus that scared the shit outta him. you popped up in his life a few times after your first meeting, inviting him over when you made way too much food or asking him for a good grocery store nearby. it wasn’t until you knocked on his door, asking if he wanted to hang out—no conditions, no help or anything needed. “do you like movies?” you asked, swaying on the balls of your feet as jason stood in his doorway, it barely cracked open out of habit.

“as long as its not based on a book.” he replied, ignoring how dry his throat was.

“you’re a ‘book is better then an adaptation’ kinda guy huh?”

“because its true.”

“unless the book already sucks.” that made him chuckle.

“but yeah i like movies.”

“cool the things is—“

“u dont have a tv.”

“exactly, we can squish onto my bed or watch it at your place if you’re cool with that. can’t lie i am curious to see how you live.” you admitted, jokingly pushing yourself onto your tippy toes and pretending to peer over his shoulder.

“my place then.”

“tomorrow night?”

“tomorrow.”

it quickly became a weekly tradition, you’d bring popcorn and something you stressed baked and alternate between picking films. most were spent in his living room, but after a while you managed to get him back into your place. you did exactly what you said and squished into your bed, laptop balancing on your lap desk. jason was in his usual long sleeve and sweats. you were in a tshirt and pj shorts. it was summer and he knew you were going to ask. “you wanna go back to your place in change? its kinda warm and as much as i like you, i dunno how i’d feel about you overheating on me.”

despite your attempt at humor he muttered a quick, “i’m fine.”

you shrugged it off and jason should’ve known better. should’ve known you weren’t going to drop it, that wasnt how you worked. you were nosy and talkative and curious and pushy and caring and you hated the idea of a wall between you two. so when you slipped into his lap one day, some early 2000s romcom droning on behind you, he knew exactly what you were up too.

your knees dug into the side of his couch and your hands landed on his shoulders. “were friends right?” you asked, and something about how your nose bumped his felt anything but platonic.

“yeah.” he breathed, hyper aware of your thumb brushing against the collar of his shirt. one of his scars peaked through, and a jagged knife wound that left him half dead on a rooftop two years ago.

your thumb brushed it and his fingers clasped to your forearms in warning.

“this is why you’re always in sweaters right? what you’re trying to hide.” your eyes were fixed on it, still rubbing small circles against the skin around it. he didn’t say anything, you had were more observant than he gave you credit. “friends dont keep secrets jay.” you all but pouted at him, forehead resting against his.

“they’re...bad.” was all he could stress, eyes downcast to where your thighs met his.

“they’re apart of you which means they cant be bad. not to me.”

and it was like the hesitation in which people would approach him, the disgusted whispers about the newest wayne ward, the eyes that were fearful to meet his all vanished. all the left over pain and hate for his tired and broken body was put somewhere he couldnt reach even if just for this moment.

he still had a hard time looking in the mirror, wished his battered knuckles didn’t stand out so much when your fingers locked with his, wanted to kiss you without feeling the small scar from his  near constantly split lip, wanted to be able to wear the more revealing clothes you thought he’d look good in, and more. there were still things to want and wish and hate and push away. but there was also your voice now living in his mind whispering the words he hadn’t known he needed to hear since he was a kid.

[seaswalllow]

of home and hearth

i.

04.37

jbm: Welcome to the inaugural meeting of the group chat for dumbasses who keep getting their asses haunted by what is likely the very epitome of fear. or something like that. 

jbm: Aka the easiest way to take roll call for us

magnificent: Don’t give him that credit. Just.. a demon. 

brody: r u kidding me???

brody: he nearly fucking took u down

brody: with jackie and i backing you up!! 

brody: and u want to diminish his power? 

magnificent: There’s no point giving him more power. 

brody: he’s not exactly lacking in it. you’re dead on your fucking feet

jbm: Both of you, quit it

jbm: Just. Lets focus on making sure nobody’s abt to collapse

jbm: Wait

jbm: Where r Hen and Jamie?

jbm: Wasn’t he w/u, Chase?

magnificent: Last I saw of him, he was trying to keep Anti away from Henrik.

brody: ye and i have no fucking clue he ran off the minute our electricity went out

brody: oh

jbm: fuck

Incoming call notification from Unnamed GC

Missed call from Unnamed GC

brody: fuck

brody: ill checck the other rooms 

jbm: Marv can u do some of your.. funky magic shit? Check up on em?

jackson: Even if he was capable, he’s exhausted enough that it’s best not to. 

jackson: Chase, we are in the next room over. Please bring Henrik’s medkit. 

schneeplestein: Quickly, preferably. The idiot got himself stabbed. 

jbm: Wait WHAT 

jbm: Holy shit im coming one second

jackson: Nothing to fret about! Henrik’s quite handy at adapting, and H- it didn’t get much farther than a wound before Marvin dragged it back. 

schneeplestein: He is stable, but it would still be preferable to get the wound stitched and cleaned sooner rather than later. 

jbm: or we can go to the hospital like normal human beings

magnificent: Are any of us actually normal? 

schneeplestein: And how would you explain the cause of this wound? There would be an investigation. 

brody: that implies any of us has the money to actually pay for healthcare in this system

magnificent: …

schneeplestein: … 

brody: nvm

jbm: Legally, for the love of god, please don’t say anything else. Fine, holy shit

jackson: Henrik is a perfectly capable fellow :D I trust him wholeheartedly!

jbm: I do too it’s just better to be safe than sorry??

brody: here u go henrik pls dont text and… stitch? heal? idk 

brody: right forget i said anything

jackson: What’s the worst of the damage? Was anything broken?

jbm: You got stabbed?? 

jackson: Yes, but I’ll heal. Did it break any of the furniture or lights?

magnificent: You- never mind. The lights have to be replaced, and one of the doors. 

brody: thats actually not that bad

brody: glitchy mcgee didnt expect all of us i bet

jackson: Hm. 

brody: pls dont hm right now lets just pretend that this was a battle we won

brody: im going to make some tea. cocoa. whatever. give me your orders, we’re having a hot drink and then crashing in the room that was the least upturned

jackson: Cinnamon tea, if you don’t mind! Earl Grey for Henrik! 

brody: cool. jackie? marv?

magnificent: The white chocolate cocoa that we have. Chai spice, too. 

brody: fancypants, shldve figured

jbm: Nothing for me 

brody: another order of cocoa it is

jbm: Chase

brody: jackie

brody: whoops can’t talk gotta brew

jbm: Asshole. Marv, come help me with the blankets?

magnificent: Way ahead of you. Full offense, you can’t fold for shit. 

05.36

brody: jackie

brody: move ur fuckin cup im abt to accidentally spill it

brody: jackie?

magnificent: He’s asleep. Wake him up and I’ll dump the remnants on you. 

brody: oshit he finally fell asleep? 

brody: overprotective much? 

jackson: They look very comfortable :-) I would not blame him for not wishing to move from that position. 

brody: wait what

brody: oh my god. marvin. that’s. 

magnificent: Not a fucking word. 

brody: how about three then

brody: what the fuck

schneeplestein: Isn’t it time for all of you to go to bed?

brody: eh eventually we’ll crash 

brody: rn im too focused on the ~*cuddling*~

brody: fuck 

brody: im lonely

brody: henrik cmere

schneeplestein: This is not coffee, but it is just as hot and it will scald you. 

magnificent: Are you capable of typing messages longer than three words? 

brody: :( to me, your oldest friend, your bestest friend

brody: rude, clearly i am

schneeplestein: Disturb Jameson’s wound, as well, and I will ensure that you have a matching set. 

brody: holy shit

brody: okay???

brody: ….if i promise to be careful

jackson: I see no reason why not! There’s an extra blanket here :-)

brody: cool thx one sec

brody: suck it hen

schneeplestein: Arschloch.

brody: somebodys bitter that they didnt get their coffee

jackson: Henrik understands that caffeine, after such a stressful time, is a poor idea!

jackson: Correct? :-0

schneeplestein: Next time see if you get your tea. 

jackson: Noted! :-)

brody: so thats terrifying! 

brody: hen what did you do!

brody: dont answer that actually im not gettinf in the middle of this

brody: i am going right the fuck to sleep with a very non-threatening cuddlebuddy

brody: gnight

jackson: Sleep well, Chase! 

schneeplestein: Good night.

jackson: Peaceful, is it not, Henrik? 

jackson: The ideal time to rest. Perhaps you ought to as well. 

schneeplestein: Perhaps when I finish the tea. 

jackson: Wonderful :-)

jackson: Rest well. We are all an arm’s length away. 

schneeplestein: Good night, Jameson.