#what I get from this event is that First is a baby in giant form and Khao is forever indulging him

[scrumptiousstuffs]

First Kanaphan and Khaotung Thanawat for Innisfree Retinol event, 20/05/2023

Credits on the photos!

[cielito--lindo]

the weight of you

wc: 2.3 k

parings: bakugou katsuki x reader, some iida tenya x reader

a/n and warnings: aged!up au, prohero!reader, afab!reader, swearing, angst and a small amount of fluff, maybe eventual smut??

Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four.

“I think she’s waking up!”

“Shh! You’re gonna freak her out!”

“Oh, I’m sorry! But one of our best friends materialized last night and the proceeded to pass the fuck out  in our fucking living room, so excuuuse me if I’m the one who’s a little freaked out!” You could hear a voice hiss from across the room. 

Your head was pounding, fuck how much did I drink? You tried sitting up, but felt woozy. A pair of hands reached out to steady you.

“Whoa there, old girl” A low voice murmured next to you “Easy does it.”

You let out a small groan “What’s going on?” Squeezing your eyes shut you tried to piece together the events of last night. 

You slowly blinked, your fuzzy vision coming into focus. Shinso and Denki’s concerned faces settled into view, they let out a sigh of relief to see you awake. “Oh thank fuck you weren’t dead, Jesus Christ. I was not ready to have to break the news to everyone.”

You looked around the room, realizing that the couple did not break into your home, but you were actually situated on their couch. You looked down and realized you were still wearing your outfit from the night before. The deep blue velvet crushed and crumpled in places that will definitely upset you once you figured out what was going on. “Did I...get dropped off here last night?” You asked slowly. 

“Well, if you mean getting dropped off by a giant cloud of black goop” Denki sipped on his coffee “then yes. Yes you did, baby girl.”

That earned him a light slap on the back of the head from Shinso “You remember anything from last night?”

You tried to wrack your brain “Yeah, I was at work and then I had dinner with Tenya, and...” 

“No! Wait, baby! Please!”

“Katsuki...” You breathed out, the memory hitting you like a brick “I-I saw Katsuki. I-I just wanted to leave.”

Denki’s expression was contorted in a wince, but Shinso looked concerned “Did he say something? Did he hurt you?”

You quickly shook your head “He’s never hurt me, Shinso. I’ve told you that before, we...talked.” If you could call it that “It turns out he was also on a date and-” The pulsing in your head wouldn’t let up and you could feel it in your whole body. “Ju-just watch.” You outstretched your hands, palms facing the ceiling. Closing your eyes and focusing, your quirk began to seep out of your palms, forming a dark cloud in front of you.

“No matter how many times she does that, I’ll never get used to the floating goo.” Denki muttered, earning another smack. 

A faint picture came into view, your dinner with Tenya. Walking outside and being confronted by Bakugou, pulling him into the alleyway. As you replayed your memory for your friends, you tried to not stare directly at Katsuki, but you failed immediately. 

“Because you’re the one who left me! You were there one day and then gone the next..”

You flinched at the words. The first time you heard them, it felt muffled. Like he was screaming through a glass wall, you were so focused on trying to breathe and leaving, that you couldn’t see the devastating look on Katsuki’s face. The pleading behind his eyes as if it was the first time he had verbalized his feelings, and knowing Bakugou it was. 

As the vision ended you felt a slight wetness on your cheeks. You hadn't even noticed the tears until Denki knelt down on the floor with you and gently wiped them away. “I’m okay, I’m good.” You reassured him, a tight smile on your face. “I just...I didn’t see it.” You rested your head against Denki’s shoulder as he rubbed your shoulder. 

You looked up at Shinso, his face muted. You knew that him and Bakugou shared an agency, but Shinso never spoke about him to you. When you moved out and got drunk for the first time alone in your new apartment, you called him and asked about Katsuki, but Shinso didn’t give you a reply. “You’re gonna forget about it in the morning anyway.” You remember muttering a drunken whine, but that was the only time you asked. 

“Hitoshi..did. Did he ever-”

“Every day.” The purple haired man murmured quietly “He asked about you every single day and I gave him the same answer every time, if he was so concerned, he should’ve asked you himself. One day he just...stopped.” You kept your eyes trained on the decorative rug in front of you “I didn’t want to tell you because I knew it would just make you more upset.”

You reached out and laced your fingers with his “It’s okay, Shin. Really, you both have no idea how grateful I am that you took me in.”

Denki knocked your shoulders with his “Well, duh. We’re besties. We weren’t gonna leave you in the dust.” He stood and helped you to your feet. “Come on, Shinso promised to make us breakfast.”

“I did not!”

***

The uber that the couple had ordered for you dropped you off at your house that afternoon, you tried to order it yourself, but you realized that your phone had died during the night. Trudging up the stairs to your apartment, you waved at your neighbor Mrs. Ishimoto. Her salt and pepper hair piled high in a bun as she watered her plants on her ledge. “Late night, dear?”

You huffed out a soft chuckle “Oh, like you wouldn’t believe.” 

“Oh! Someone came by looking for you earlier! He didn’t give me his name, but he was tall.”

Your fingers paused on your keypad as you slowly turned to face your neighbor. “Uh, any other description?” 

She winced apologetically “I’m sorry, dear. I should’ve asked, my memory isn’t as good as it used to be. All I could tell you is that he seemed concerned.”

You shouted a quick “Thanks!” over your shoulder as you rushed into your apartment, your hero senses on full alert. 

Living room? Clear. Kitchen? Clear. Bedrooms and bath? Clear.

You lived close enough to the agency that your close co-workers knew where you lived, but like every other hero, you didn’t plaster your address to the public. The tight ball of anxiety in your chest loosened at finding your apartment untouched, but you couldn’t shake the feeling completely. 

“I need to get out of this shit” You muttered under your breath, trudging back to your bedroom. You quickly unzipped yourself out of crushed fabric, making a mental note to text Mina about fixing the velvet, and removed the, probably, crusted makeup. Fishing out your phone from your purse, you plugged it in to charge while you showered.

The hot water beat down on your tight shoulders, slowly releasing the tension from them. So much for a stress-free first date, a part of you hated the fact that Bakugou had ruined a great time, it had been so nice getting reacquainted with Iida. There were no expectations, no outbursts, just pleasant conversation. No biting quips or retorts. No heated conversations or passionate banter. No snarky grins or flushed skin. No bright red eyes and a wicked smile.

Your eyes snapped open. Bitch you better shut the fuck up right now.

“You had a good time with Tenya.” You chastised yourself “You had a great time and it was nice. It was pleasant and he’s a good man. He’s kind and respectful.” Your carefully crafted shower routine went out the window as you tried to finish as quickly as possible. Another nice thing Bakugou had to ruin. 

The monologue continued as you got dressed. “He’s tall and hot and jacked as fuck. So points there.” There was a handful of lotion being applied when you heard a small knock, knock, knock.You pulled on and tied off your bathrobe. “And yeah, maybe he’s a little boring, but there’s nothing wrong with that! But most importantly, he’s not a fucking-”

You ripped the door open and those bright red eyes you tried to get out of your head, stared back at you. “-dickhead.”

He was dressed in a black sweats with the Red Riot logo down the sides and a soft black hoodie. A Deku gym bag slung around his shoulders. The hood was pulled up, so his normal gravity-defying hair was concealed. “You know, most people answer the door with a hello.” 

“Y/N, dear! This is the person I was telling you about!”  

“Thank you, Mrs. Ishimoto!” You pulled him into your apartment by his collar. “What in the fuck are you doing here?” You bit out as you slammed the door behind you.

“I-”

“Actually, no. Better fucking question. How the fuck do you know where I live, Bakugou?!”

His nostrils flared with annoyance “First, it’s Katsuki and you fucking know that.” The sass in his voice was ever present as he dropped his bag. “Secondly, you’re in the hero database. A fucking idiot could find you that easy.” He shrugged nonchalantly, admiring your apartment like he didn’t just admit to looking up your files. 

You stood there in shock, trying to process the information that was thrown at you. “I’m sorry, I think I just had a fucking stroke. Did you stalk me?” 

“I didn’t stalk you! Jesus Christ, look I asked around first and no one wanted to give me your fucking address, so I had to do a little digging.” He replied, shoving his hands in his pockets, shame creeping up his neck.

You looked at him incredulously “Holy shit there’s something actually wrong with you. That didn’t ring any fuckin’ warning bells in that thick head of yours?! There’s a reason people didn’t want to give you my address, you fuck!” You shoved him backwards, hands on his chest...his very broad chest. 

Katsuki was about to give his own retort when he realized that your robe had slightly come undone as you shoved him. His eyes followed a droplet of water that trickled down your neck from your still-damp hair. There was no voice in his head telling him not to, there was no second guessing as he reached out and softly wiped the droplet off your collarbone. Your body stilled, breath caught in your chest.

“I’m sorry” He breathed out, taking a tentative step closer. He kept his voice low as if talking to a spooked animal, his touch had quieted you down and he wasn’t about to let that advantage slip away “I didn’t come to fight or anything, I swear. I don’t have your number, so I made Kiri call you last night after you disappeared. He called you so many times and you didn’t answer, so then he texted that group chat you have and then everyone started calling you.. I know your quirk can be unstable under duress and I wanted to make sure you were okay. I-” He paused to clear his throat, voice still gruff. “I had to make sure you were okay.”

Your eyes fluttered closed on their own accord, your body reacting instinctively to his touch.

“I don’t know if I believe you.” Your voice sounded far away to your own ears. You made yourself pull away, no matter how badly you wanted to stay rooted to that spot. Pulling your robe tighter around you, you reached for your phone, turning it on.

As it came to life, it buzzed continuously with notifications after notifications. 

Sharky: 5 missed calls

Kyoka: 4 missed calls

Ochako: 5 missed calls

“Shit.” 

Footsteps shuffled behind you “Cheeks remembered to check your location afterwards, I guess your phone died when you got to Mind Freak’s house.” 

Bakugou murmured your name, his touch soft on your hips. God was cruel and this was your punishment. You followed as he guided you to turn and face him, crowding you against your kitchen island. There was enough space between you both that you could’ve easily slipped out of his grasp, but his mere presence felt overwhelming. 

“Katsuki..” You breathed out. The sound of his name spilling from your lips felt like heaven to him. He had replayed old voicemails from you over and over since you had left just so he could hear it. “Katsuki, you need to go.” He could sense the hitch in your voice “Please, go.”

“I know, I know.” He groaned and moved closer to you, nosing the soft skin at the crook of your neck. You felt your own resolve crumbling, hating the way all the anger you felt for him dissipated. “I just-fuck. I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry.” He breathed in the sweet smell of your various scrubs and lotions, remembering how they would crowd your shared bathroom counters. He’d never admit to it, but he would use them whenever you were called away on a long patrol, just to keep a part of you with him. You’d taken them when you left too.

He pulled away and watched as rogue tears fell from your eyes. You needed him gone before he watched you break down completely.

“I’m gonna make this right, Angel.” He couldn’t resist placing a soft kiss on your forehead,  you squeezed your eyes shut to keep from crying further. “I promise, I’m gonna be good to you.”

The heat of his body was gone and the door slammed shut. Your breakdown was immediate. The weight of your anger, your resentment, your regret, your love pulled you down to the cold wooden floor of your kitchen.

His apology played like a broken record in your head.

holy fuckin' shit y'all this is the longest part i've written!!

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[yanderepuck]

Event where the yokai get turned into their lil guy forms

Yeah. They are called lil guys. Idc if Yakumo ends up being a giant snake. He's a lil guy.

So we know from Rusted Nation that Kuya set a whole ship on fire just bc someone saw him in his lil guy form.

But what if after all these years and all his lil pranks he has to deal with the consequences of his own actions. And Poof! He's a lil fox again. Only temporary tho.

It seems like in nu cani lore Yokai can't just go back and forth between their animal and human forms (I could be wrong but idt they can)

But what if something goes wrong and he's stuck as a fox, Garu is a lil wolf pup, and Yakumo is a lil snake.

At first I was like, this has nothing to do with Kuya. But then I was like "no. It has everything to do with him. It's his fault. Deal with the consequences"

He's going around angrily yipping

Kuya:

But angrily. He's like hopping up and down like in a cartoon.

Quincy is talking to him normally probably about something serious. Rei yips back like how he coos at Father.

Garu got zoomies out the ASS.

Kuya having zoomies and he can't control it

Garu is running around like crazy. So fast. Can't even see his legs. Just a lil guy who wants belly rubs.

Yakumo is finding a warm spot and just laying there.

Quincy holding Kuya by the scruff while he's holding Garu like a baby. He's a tired mother.

Garu and Topper playing. He just a lil wolf pup.

Kuya hasn't stopped yipping. He's yelling to be changed back. Quincy is going to muzzle him if he keeps this up

Eiden thinks Kuya looks so cute. Kuya is trying to bite his face off. Eiden just wants to hold him and carry him everywhere.

Yakumo is wrapping himself around anyone who will hold him. He wants warmth. Maybe squeezes a little too hard

[cotharach]

Sad as fuck. Seteth clears his throat gently, steps silent and solemn as he strides up to Flayn. From behind his back, he brandishes—a giant bouquet! Forget-me-nots, white carnations, baby's breath, everything good and sweet just like her.

"... Flayn." Still sad as fuck. "... I will not pester you with my irksome questions, nor will I ask to escort you to the ball as I had originally planned." That had been the sad part. It was going to be so sad. But thankfully, miraculously, he's had a recent change of heart.

"Still, I would like for you to accept these... and enjoy yourself amongst your peers, should you be in attendance. I will be overseeing our event as usual, but you need not worry about my gaze. Simply find me if you are in need of anything."

She stills upon his arrival. She has this premonition of what brings him here.

Talks of the ball had gone around, and of course she had been privy to them. She refrained from expressing her own excitement, for she had feared Seteth's inevitable concern. But it seems that all her efforts are for naught. Why else would her brother approach now, if not to warn her from some malicious man or to instruct her to keep away?

Flayn braces herself for the lecture, for the usual talk they have... and receives flowers instead. Flowers, and a promise.

"Brother...? You..."

Flayn takes the bouquet in her hands. How soft its petals as they brush against her cheek, a comforting caress of carnations and blooms! All sensations of her father's tenderness, all manifestations of the gentleness that undoes them both.

As she listens, she holds the arrangement close to her chest, an inch away from her beating heart. She will have to bring this back to the dorm, perhaps put it in a vase by the windowsill. She hopes Alear likes flowers.

Seteth finishes speaking, and the young saint takes a deep breath. The scent hits her nose and fills up her lungs. When she exhales, one can almost imagine a spring breeze following its wake.

It takes her a while to form the proper words. She had been dreaming of a moment like this for so long. Now that it faced her, she finds it difficult to know what to say. Finally, after a stunned moment of silence, she softly responds.

"Do you truly mean this? I... Thank you for letting me go to the ball freely! I feared I might have to spend the ball in my lonesome but..." Flayn breaks out into a wide grin—she cannot help it, of course, when her own happiness threatens to split her by the seam, "oh, this makes me happier than you could ever know! Thank you ever so much!"

Already, she is imagining what fun the night would be—the dances she might dance, the conversations she might have, the dress she might wear! Simply picturing it makes the flowers smell all the sweeter. But... it is not fair that she should rejoice while he looks so melancholic. It is not fair that he does not get his due. Flayn knows this. She knows it painfully.

A hand goes out to reach for him—furtive at first, for fear of breaking him beneath such tender touch. But Seteth does not need her fear for him, her worries for his hurt. She feels that he so badly needs his daughter. So when her fingers meet his palm, calloused from gripping quills and lance hilts, she takes them in a firm, assuring grasp. Finally, she lifts her head and looks into his eyes.

"...Does it make you sad to let me go? I can see the pain wrought plainly on your face. I'm afraid there is not much I can do but..." she squeezes his hand, "What I can do is save my final dance of the night for you. No other person shall have me at that moment. Shall you wait for me, then? Will... this arrangement suffice?"

Perhaps it would not, but if there is one thing Seteth should know, it is this: that Flayn would always find a way to return to him in the end.

[starsomens]

ceo Noah is making me foam at the mouth star WHAT DID YOU DO ?!?! MORE PLEASE

Girl me too I already love it

CEO Noah who only has eyes for you, you and you!

No CEO Noah being the man that he is has a well-known reputation that goes around, which means a lot of women know about him and once they do see his face, they are foaming at the mouth, but do they know that this man wants nothing to do with any other woman except for you

So they want to invest into their business only to walk into his office in a giant portrait of you looking down on

Attempt, and usually when they do, he denies their request for a business loan 

Whenever it comes to business designs and colors, he calls you for approvals and suggestions. Listen to them when he has you???? M he could be having the worst day at the office and all it will take is for you to walk in with that pretty smile of yours and his day just feels so much better

Man is literally stressing anyone that comes to his office. He tells him to just get out but as soon as he sees your head pop in 

Like I said when it comes to you, this man is a big baby. He talks to you in a baby boy even though he’s this very 6’3 CEO that’s basically a Doberman in human form. But then he gets all bright and bushy tails once you appear.

Literally buys you everything and anything you want and that includes anything that you just look at or pick up out of interest and put it back.

He does pay attention to things like your shoes and your make up so whenever they start to run low or wear out, he replaces them without telling you and you been a lot longer than you anticipated.

Did you ever have to make any speeches that event that he has to the first person he always thinks is you because you’re literally his motivation and reason as a CEO and stay in business and perform to 100%.

He has had cases where his employees try to hit on you and knowing that you’re his wife. Two things happen, either they get fired within the hour or they get a load of work then no one wants to touch and has put a side for months.

You may be his wife and they may all understand that you’re his but sometimes he needs to remind them that is your presence because he worked and still works to be a man worthy of you

Many of his foundations and any kind of charities or organizations that he has created or named after you or named after a pet name he has given you

Every month he does donate to charity of your choice. And he asked you how much you want to donate.

It may be his business and his work that he started from the ground up. But at the end of the day, you’re the whole reason he keeps going.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Private equity plunderers want to buy Simon & Schuster

Going to Defcon this weekend? I'm giving a keynote, "An Audacious Plan to Halt the Internet's Enshittification and Throw it Into Reverse," on Saturday at 12:30pm, followed by a book signing at the No Starch Press booth at 2:30pm!

https://info.defcon.org/event/?id=50826

Last November, publishing got some excellent news: the planned merger of Penguin Random House (the largest publisher in the history of human civilization) with its immediate competitor Simon & Schuster would not be permitted, thanks to the DOJ's deftly argued case against the deal:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/07/random-penguins/#if-you-wanted-to-get-there-i-wouldnt-start-from-here

When I was a baby writer, there were dozens of large NY publishers. Today, there are five - and it was almost four. A publishing sector with five giant companies is bad news for writers (as Stephen King said at the trial, the idea that PRH and S&S would bid against each other for books was as absurd as the idea that he and his wife would bid against each other for their next family home).

But it's also bad news for publishing workers, a historically exploited and undervalued workforce whose labor conditions have only declined as the number of employers in the sector dwindled, leading to mass resignations:

https://lithub.com/unlivable-and-untenable-molly-mcghee-on-the-punishing-life-of-junior-publishing-employees/

It should go without saying that workers in sectors with few employers get worse deals from their bosses (see, e.g., the writers' strike and actors' strike). And yup, right on time, PRH, a wildly profitable publisher, fired a bunch of its most senior (and therefore hardest to push around) workers:

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/07/18/books/penguin-random-house-layoffs-buyouts.html

But publishing's contraction into a five-company cartel didn't occur in a vacuum. It was a normal response to monopolization elsewhere in its supply chain. First it was bookselling collapsing into two major chains. Then it was distribution going from 300 companies to three. Today, it's Amazon, a monopolist with unlimited access to the capital markets and a track record of treating publishers "the way a cheetah would pursue a sickly gazelle":

https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/31/seize-the-means-of-computation/#the-internet-con

Monopolies are like Pringles (owned by the consumer packaged goods monopolist Procter & Gamble): you can't have just one. As soon as you get a monopoly in one part of the supply chain, every other part of that chain has to monopolize in self-defense.

Think of healthcare. Consolidation in pharma lead to price-gouging, where hospitals were suddenly paying 1,000% more for routine drugs. Hospitals formed regional monopolies and boycotted pharma companies unless they lowered their prices - and then turned around and screwed insurers, jacking up the price of care. Health insurers gobbled each other up in an orgy of mergers and fought the hospitals.

Now the health care system is composed of a series of gigantic, abusive monopolists - pharma, hospitals, medical equipment, pharmacy benefit managers, insurers - and they all conspire to wreck the lives of only two parts of the system who can't fight back: patients and health care workers. Patients pay more for worse care, and medical workers get paid less for worse working conditions.

So while there was no question that a PRH takeover of Simon & Schuster would be bad for writers and readers, it was also clear that S&S - and indeed, all of the Big Five publishers - would be under pressure from the monopolies in their own supply chain. What's more, it was clear that S&S couldn't remain tethered to Paramount, its current owner.

Last week, Paramount announced that it was going to flip S&S to KKR, one of the world's most notorious private equity companies. KKR has a long, long track record of ghastly behavior, and its portfolio currently includes other publishing industry firms, including one rotten monopolist, raising similar concerns to the ones that scuttled the PRH takeover last year:

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/08/07/books/booksupdate/paramount-simon-and-schuster-kkr-sale.html

Let's review a little of KKR's track record, shall we? Most spectacularly, they are known for buying and destroying Toys R Us in a deal that saw them extract $200m from the company, leaving it bankrupt, with lifetime employees getting $0 in severance even as its executives paid themselves tens of millions in "performance bonuses":

https://memex.craphound.com/2018/06/03/private-equity-bosses-took-200m-out-of-toys-r-us-and-crashed-the-company-lifetime-employees-got-0-in-severance/

The pillaging of Toys R Us isn't the worst thing KKR did, but it was the most brazen. KKR lit a beloved national chain on fire and then walked away, hands in pockets, whistling. They didn't even bother to clear their former employees' sensitive personnel records out of the unlocked filing cabinets before they scarpered:

https://memex.craphound.com/2018/09/23/exploring-the-ruins-of-a-toys-r-us-discovering-a-trove-of-sensitive-employee-data/

But as flashy as the Toys R Us caper was, it wasn't the worst. Private equity funds specialize in buying up businesses, loading them with debts, paying themselves, and then leaving them to collapse. They're sometimes called vulture capitalists, but they're really vampire capitalists:

https://www.motherjones.com/politics/2022/05/private-equity-buyout-kkr-houdaille/

Given a choice, PE companies don't want to prey on sick businesses - they preferentially drain off value from thriving ones, preferably ones that we must use, which is why PE - and KKR in particular - loves to buy health care companies.

Heard of the "surprise billing epidemic"? That's where you go to a hospital that's covered by your insurer, only to discover - after the fact - that the emergency room is operated by a separate, PE-backed company that charges you thousands for junk fees. KKR and Blackstone invented this scam, then funneled millions into fighting the No Surprises Act, which more-or-less killed it:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/04/21/all-in-it-together/#doctor-patient-unity

KKR took one of the nation's largest healthcare providers, Envision, hostage to surprise billing, making it dependent on these fraudulent payments. When Congress finally acted to end this scam, KKR was able to take to the nation's editorial pages and damn Congress for recklessly endangering all the patients who relied on it:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/03/14/unhealthy-finances/#steins-law

Like any smart vampire, KKR doesn't drain its victim in one go. They find all kinds of ways to stretch out the blood supply. During the pandemic, KKR was front of the line to get massive bailouts for its health-care holdings, even as it fired health-care workers, increasing the workload and decreasing the pay of the survivors of its indiscriminate cuts:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/04/11/socialized-losses/#socialized-losses

It's not just emergency rooms. KKR bought and looted homes for people with disabilities, slashed wages, cut staff, and then feigned surprise at the deaths, abuse and misery that followed:

https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/kendalltaggart/kkr-brightspring-disability-private-equity-abuse

Workers' wages went down to $8/hour, and they were given 36 hour shifts, and then KKR threatened to have any worker who walked off the job criminally charged with patient abandonment:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/06/02/plunderers/#farben

For KKR, people with disabilities and patients make great victims - disempowered and atomized, unable to fight back. No surprise, then, that so many of KKR's scams target poor people - another group that struggles to get justice when wronged. KKR took over Dollar General in 2007 and embarked on a nationwide expansion campaign, using abusive preferential distributor contracts and targeting community-owned grocers to trap poor people into buying the most heavily processed, least nutritious, most profitable food available:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/03/27/walmarts-jackals/#cheater-sizes

94.5% of the Paycheck Protection Program - designed to help small businesses keep their workers payrolled during lockdown - went to giant businesses, fraudulently siphoned off by companies like Longview Power, 40% owned by KKR:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/04/20/great-danes/#ppp

KKR also helped engineer a loophole in the Trump tax cuts, convincing Justin Muzinich to carve out taxes for C-Corporations, which let KKR save billions in taxes:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/06/02/broken-windows/#Justin-Muzinich

KKR sinks its fangs in every part of the economy, thanks to the vast fortunes it amassed from its investors, ripped off from its customers, and fraudulently obtained from the public purse. After the pandemic, KKR scooped up hundreds of companies at firesale prices:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/03/30/medtronic-stole-your-ventilator/#blackstone-kkr

Ironically, the investors in KKR funds are also its victims - especially giant public pension funds, whom KKR has systematically defrauded for years:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/22/stimpank/#kentucky

And now KKR has come for Simon & Schuster. The buyout was trumpeted to the press as a done deal, but it's far from a fait accompli. Before the deal can close, the FTC will have to bless it. That blessing is far from a foregone conclusion. KKR also owns Overdrive, the monopoly supplier of e-lending software to libraries.

Overdrive has a host of predatory practices, loathed by both libraries and publishers (indeed, much of the publishing sector's outrage at library e-lending is really displaced anger at Overdrive). There's a plausible case that the merger of one of the Big Five publishers with the e-lending monopoly will present competition issues every bit as deal-breaking as the PRH/S&S merger posed.

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I’m kickstarting the audiobook for “The Internet Con: How To Seize the Means of Computation,” a Big Tech disassembly manual to disenshittify the web and bring back the old, good internet. It’s a DRM-free book, which means Audible won’t carry it, so this crowdfunder is essential. Back now to get the audio, Verso hardcover and ebook:

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[atelierlili]

I beat Pokerogue today (it’s an amazing fangame ) and it got me thinking about Everlark Pokémon teams again. I know I’m gonna make a wip of out this eventually so I might as well brainstorm.

Originally I thought Peeta would have a cute Edelgloss like Milo (my dearest soft baby boy) or a Machomp(because of his wrestling) as his potential aces but I think Litten which evolves into the fire/fighting type Incineroar is the vision. It brings in two Peeta’s core attribute in his baking (fire) and wrestling. And a lot of fighting moves involve getting the user injured to dish out massive damage, which is totally a Peeta coded 😭😭 and cat = Katniss of course.

After that I can see him rounding off his team with grass and fairy types because he’s a soft soul, with an adorable Alcremie that can gmax into a giant cake in battle 🤣🤣 and the cute deceitful Lurantis. After the first game, I think he’s get a steel type pokemon, to show this new stage of his life where he has a prosthetic leg. I think he’d specifically get a Corvisquire/Corviknight to help him get around more easily. Plus it’s a really tanky mon, which fits him.

And of course as an artist, he’d have a Smergle as a little buddy.

I’m obsessed with the idea that Kataniss and Peeta co-parent their Pokémon’s together, so they’re always switching around their sixth Pokémon. But if they weren’t, I think he’d really resonate and care for a Mimikyu. Idk, Mimkyu twoface/disguised imposter form and it’s sad backstory is so Peeta to me. Especially after Mj.

Now Katniss. Katniss’s ace is a Jigglypuff. There is no leeway here. She’s have a cute little pink Jigglypuff. She’d specifically have the one from the anime that is a complete menace. Katniss could pretend that Jiggypuff isn’t her ace, but it is, whether she likes it or not.

There are soooo many bird type Pokémon and it’s a given that Katniss would have one of them. It was just a matter of deciding which one to give Katniss. Out of all of them, I think giving her the fire/flying Fletching is answer- especially since the shiny form has gold wings. Though I did love the idea of giving her a Taillow with the ability Guts- which boosts damage when the Pokémon has a status ailment like Burn. This mon is totally her hunting buddy too.

Next she’d have a Fidough/Dachsbun which is literally a bread dog. I know I know, which should totally belong to Peeta, but hear me out the sentimental value is deeper if Katniss has keeps it on her team. (And like I said, Everlark co-parent their Pokémon.) the little guy gets event stronger when he’s hit with fire. It’s perfect.

I’ve mentioned it before, but I also think she’d be the primary trainer for the Edegloss. It the closest thing we have to a dandelion Pokémon and that’s Katniss’ little symbol of hope and happiness.

Next she’s have a Cubone. Why? Because it wears its mother’s skull on its face. The truama is self explanatory.

Finally as her sixth spot/flex, I think Katniss would fit perfectly with the adorable Morpecko, and which becomes violent and aggressive when it’s hangry. (Lmao)

Aside from the Talonflame/Fletching and maybe the Cubone/Marowak, Katniss has a very adorable team 😭 which feels very Katniss because even in the QQ girlie was not picking out competitive allies to win, she was going to the sentimental ones she likes.

Thats all for now! My hands are full with other WIPs, but believe me, I think I have a small plot bunny with Pokémon’s coming up.

The lineup might change later on, but here’s what I have so far.

Peeta: Litten/Incineroar (ace), Alcremie, Lurantis, Corviknight, Smergle, Mimikyu

Katniss: Jigglypuff (ace), Fletching, Fidough/Dachsbun, Edegloss, Cubone, Morpeko

[loshionmods]

︶꒦꒷ 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 ꒷꒦︶

Pairing: Alex X Farmer Summary: You meet Alex at his house and you bend him over a mirror and top him (you decide whether that's with it's a dick or a strap-on). CW: M/M, Oneshot with minimal context, MC has no pronouns but dick mentioned, mirror sex, Alex is a power bottom... kinda?, Alex gets cockblocked by his grandmother. Word Count: 878

Note: This was for the former Patreon exclusive 9-heart event for the old version of the "Alex After Dark" mod.

As you enter Alex’s bedroom, there are two things you immediately notice. First, the cleanliness of it all and second, the giant mirror strapped to the ceiling.

You make your way through Alex's space, touching the small knick knacks cluttered around the room as decor. After several quiet moments, you finally break the silence by asking one pressing question:

"What’s the mirror used for? Its angle is… weirdly placed."

You hear Alex laugh a little. “What do you think it’s used for? 'Cause personally, I use it to make sure my form’s right.��

His head tilts slightly towards another mirror against the wall. “See? They’re all over the place. I like knowing that I’m doing a good job; y’know, when I’m lifting weights and stuff.”

You eye him through the mirror, watching as he makes way behind you. One of his calloused hands rests on the small of your back, pulling you in to now face him. His other hand gently cups your face as he draws you in closer for a kiss.

“Fuck, y/n," Alex murmurs, his breath mingling with yours, "I don’t think I’ll ever get used to just how good you taste.”

He makes his way behind you again, facing the mirror mounted on the wall as his hands move to the hem of your shirt.

“Arms up, baby.” His breath is warm in your ear as he guides you. You follow his lead, letting him pull the shirt above your head. There’s a moment of silence as he admires your form in the mirror, his hands tracing up your sides and inching towards your chest.

Suddenly, you turn around to face him, his hands remaining at your sides as you do. He gives you an amused look as you start to take control, one of his hands moving to lift your chin so you’re looking directly up at him.

“What do you think you’re doing, hm?” He chuckles, surprised as he sees the look in your eyes.

You ignore the question and, instead, reach down to unbuckle his belt, pulling it out of the loops and discarding it to the side. Before he can protest or try to regain control, you unbutton his jeans and let them fall to the floor, pooling at his ankles.

Without warning, you grab a fistful of his hair and guide him onto his hands and knees, smiling as you notice the mirror in front of you is now the perfect height for him to look at himself.

You kick his knees apart, pressing his back down into an arch. He watches you through the mirror as you step back towards the nightstand, grabbing a small bottle of lube. As you turn back, you notice a slightly worried expression on his usually cocky face.

"I might’ve snooped through your drawers once or twice before…" You say while feigning an innocent smile.

He laughs, his concerned expression clearing up. “Of course you have, stalker.”

Finding your rightful place behind him, you pour a little lube onto your fingertip and bring it to Alex's hold, carefully working him open. It's a tight fit at first, and Alex's body tenses up, but you're careful in fingering him. Slowly but surely, your finger pushes deeper and deeper, spurred on by the weak groans Alex lets out. Your eyes flicker between his ass in your hands and making eye contact with him through the mirror. With your other hand, you slowly lower your own pants, letting your cock spring out against Alex's ass.

You hear Alex let out a gasp from underneath you, and just as he's about to turn around to say something, you press the head of your dick against this hole and slam in, replacing your finger. Meeting his gaze through the mirror, you watch as his face quickly shifts from shock to pain to pleasure--his moans encapsulating the same feelings.

A wicked smile appears on your face as you lean down to whisper in his ear, your lips grazing his earlobe.

"Didn’t you say we needed to be quiet?"

He grits his teeth, his face completely flushed as you grab a fistful of his hair. You've never realized just how much hair gel Alex uses until it makes his hair hard to grasp. You manage pull him up anyway and run your free hand down his chest and his stomach until landing right on his hard dick.

Your lips find his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses, as your hand wraps around the base of his cock, letting you feel his heartbeat in two different places.

Before you're able to push deeper into Alex, the two of you hear a few knocks at the door. Alex’s face drops from bliss to one of worry--and while you halt momentarily, your hand immediately pumps his aching cock faster.

“Alex? Honey? Are you home?" A soft voice comes through the bedroom door, reminding you of his grandmother. "I almost didn’t hear you come in.”

You hear Alex curse under his breath as he practically pushes you off him.

“You need to leave. Go out the way you came. We’ll uh…" He pauses and looks back at you over his shoulder, gulping as he eyes your cock again.

"I’ll come by later to finish this.”

[apupp3tw0-strings]

Learning More

Date: October 11th, 2131

Oooh boy. Today was intense. Let's start from the beginning though.

Kris finally started showing us around Castle Town today. Since they already showed us the Dojo, we started with this giant door to the east of town. Spamton didn't sound too fond at first (something about a "shady business man"/advertiser being down that way?) but then Kris mentioned something about Spamton being all alone and out in the open if he stayed there, so I think he sorta reluctantly followed us after mentioning how I was his cover. (It hid behind me as we passed by a mannequin display manned by a blue Darkner both times)

Apparently the Great Door is the closet door in Auntie Toriel's classroom. CK tried to push it open but Kris said it was locked before he tried to bust it down with his hammer. Also at one point, Aunt Toriel's classroom was a place Jevil called the "KINGDOM OF CARDS, CARDS!" And was he and a few of the other Darkners here lived before coming to Castle Town. Jevil also mentioned something about there being four kings before the spade one went mad with power? I didn't get it and Kris said it was a long story involving a Knight or something. They also tried to cover CK and my ears when something about fountains was brought up. I had a lot of questions. Only some got answers later in the day.

Anyways, after that Kris suggested we head to "Seam's Seap" which confused me since they said it like "shop" but it's spelled "seap". After actually getting to the shop I finally got it. (You see, Seam's name is spelled like a seam on clothing but it's pronounced like the name Sean but with an M. and thus shop is spelled like seap because of the ea forming the haw sound. It's actually pretty clever as I think about it). So we get to the shop and meet this old cat Darkner named Seam (pronounced shawm). Kris asks them to explain the Prophecy to CK and I since they thought Seam could explain it better than them. Also apparently Seam knew Jevil! (Who decided to wait outside for some reason)

Gyeh, I'm rambling. CK had asked Seam if they could tell him more about Jevil, but Kris shut Ceeks down so Seam could tell us about the Prophecy first. Seam questioned why Kris didn't tell us since they "certainly have the horns of someone who knows it" before agreeing to after CK mentioned that Kris is terrible at telling stories. (Their monotone voice used to make CK cry as a baby. I never think I had an problem with it oddly enough.) And so Seam told us about the Legend of this land.

"Long ago, in a time long before you two were born, LIGHT and DARK lived in balance and harmony and brought peace to the world. The Lightners, like yourselves, would live in the Light World, and we Darkners would live in the Dark World, which you Lightners watching over us. Our protectors. Our creators. Those who give us purpose."

I stopped Seam to ask what they meant by "gave them purpose" and apparently Lightners are like gods to Darkners? Which um... Still kind of wicks me out. Honestly the idea of any sort of higher power or being makes me uncomfortable because like, if there's something watching over us, who's to say they're not controlling us? That nothing we do is our choice but instead decided by those above or something like fate or destiny? Wouldn't that make us all just puppets? Toys for gods? Is that exactly what Darkners are supposed to be to Lightners? Just... toys and playthings? ... I don't like that.

Anyways, Seam mentioned that if the balance between the Light and Dark worlds were to ever become unbalanced then "The sky would run black with terror, the land would crack, and the Earth would draw her final breath." When CK asked if it'd be like an apocalypse, Seam said that was one way to put it before continuing. A little bit later Kris called this event the "Roaring".

According to the Prophecy, "Only then, would three heroes appear at world's edge to save it from such destruction. A Human, A Monster, and a Prince from the Dark. It is prophesized that only they can seal the fountains, and banish the "Angel's Heaven", restoring balance to the lands once more." The three heroes apparently being Kris and some of their friends. (Guess that explains why Jevil keeps calling them the "Great Hero of Light" and stuff.) Even though today, the only fountain open is the one here in Castle Town, there's been others in the past. All of them sealed and their inhabitants brought to Castle Town by Kris. Seam also came from the Dark World that used to be in the old classroom Auntie Toriel moved into, just like Jevil.

Kris has also mentioned there hasn't been almost any Dark Worlds opened in a while, and with hope, there shouldn't be more opening any time soon unless CK or I try to open them. To which CK joked about the ability to create fantasy worlds in closets seeming pretty fun (which like, I agree CK but are you forgetting the whole sky going dark and land cracking stuff!?) Even if CK was joking, Kris still didn't seem all that amused, they mentioned how they've spent around the last eight years sealing any Dark Fountains that open and how after the first week "'destiny' seemed to get the memo." and they started dying down. At this point, they say a Dark Fountain hasn't opened for at least four or five years.

After that, Seam asked if there was anything else we needed, and though I was about to ask Seam to elaborate on what they meant when they said Lightners were like gods, CK cut me off too ask about Jevil...

[treepan0]

Sol lore drop

a bit of stuff for my random for funsies heroes word mission inspired character Sol, because I'm bored so why not? warning light world mission spoilers, mainly on Beat. additionally she has to versions her original word mission for fun version, and a fanfic exclusive version because I kind of low key like her for being a for fun character.

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so Sol isn't fully limited to heros, but that is where she started out. It mainly started with Beat and some details about him, mainly the fact he's actually a distant descendant of Goku. With the assumption of this meaning the series is like a very distant future to the GT timeline, we can now begin on who Sol is as a character and other stuff.

So beginning with her name Sol is actually coming from insolation, which should tell you that she uses the Frieza clan avatar option. this is inspired by the fact that some girls who play games with custom characters often choose masculine options, as many don't want any guys knowing for a number of reasons.

moving on to that GT timeline theory and inspired by beat's whole related to Goku thing, I added some of my love for giant monster movies so she's not a direct copy. So here's what happened pretty much: someone farther back wasn't fully cured at the end of the Baby saga, but he was already taken out by then and they were to weak so the dna just remained dormant in the bloodline.

coming around back to word mission Sol begins to register for the card game and start competing for the first time, Cooler is already her favorite character so she chooses the Frieza clan berserker avatar. as it's an easy option that easily hide's her feminine nature while playing, and Sol would rather not have people be rude or creepy about her being a girl. though her avatar has decorations on his horns, almost resembling earrings. (refrencing a type of jewelry a lot of people design for non human characters, in her case it's horn jewelry since her avatar doesn't have ears)

her avatar leans into Cooler further and resembles the level 3rd upgrade, additionally fully embracing the butterfly like shapes because that's what they remind me of, his back spikes are 4 instead of the 6 on the design furthering the accidental butterfly look. (the 3rd frieza clan berserker already looks a lot like Cooler's fourth form, it's just a little more with her because Froze leans into Frieza a bit more)

similar to Beat and everyone else she opens the first packet everyone gets, though in her case she obtains a Baby card that makes her feel really strange. Then when she's rounded up as an ally, her genetics don't reignite until she's pitted against Baby. From then on depending on how the player treats her, her role would change.

If the player is kind to her, she'll be a great ally that also gives boosts to her own team when used. Sol would also adopt other behaviors such as trading cards with beat and froze, mainly consisting of trading Frieza and Goku for cards related to Baby, Cooler, any card related to truffles or any card related to Cooler. (so that would mean Baby, Cooler, Dr. Lychee, Hatchiyack, the twins, any machine mutant or any of the armored squadron)

in game based thinking I imagine the player could trade a variety of cards for different ones, especially trading weaker ones or duplicate points to obtain a stronger card. Mainly I see her trade menu being a way to get some characters stronger, rather than just locking them away in the box.

in the event that the player is mean to her, Sol becomes a great enemy to the player. she starts becoming a time traveling nuisance, with no real care for the problems she causes. on the highest level of dislike, she ends up teaming up with certain canon characters. in other words she's someone you want to be nice to, because I imagine her having a really difficult boss battle if she was an actual game character.

both instances her tuffle and machine mutant genetics start affecting her avatar with time, making her resemble the frieza clan elite higher level designs more and more with time in the sense of robotic parts. slowly her design adopts more robotic parts, until eventually her design resembles an in between of an icejin and a machine mutant tuffle. her avatar keeps his black bodysuit, as it still fits in. (think kind of like Baby's roboform, with a bit of meta cooler influence)

her heroes team is: Her avatar, Super Baby 2, Cooler, Hatchiyack, Baby Vegeta, Salza and Baby (as in his adult form when he flees Vegeta's body)

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moving on to her non heroes version I made for fics, because she does exist. note this version mainly happened because I wanted to write for her more often, but it's a bit more difficult if I keep her a heroes only character. this version also uses slight au context as well, mainly adding to prevent confusion.

this version technically isn't related to Baby, just like her heroes version isn't exactly either. it was just a mutation result from someone not being fully cured from his possession, and the egg just remaining dormant until the genetic remains awoke.

this version is a bit different the idea is that a surviving tuffle scientist out there, got a hold of an icejin child and just kind of experimented with her out of curiosity. it's less of a tuffle and android twins situation, and more of a Kiryu from godzilla against mechagodzilla situation. rebuilt rather than replaced pretty much, kind of saving her life in all honesty

she bares a resemblance to other characters as a result, a bit more masc presenting but still a girl. I chose her avatar over her more human design (which does exist), as I felt that her avatar design was a bit more interesting with the changes.

like her world mission counterpart the machinery is slowly taking over her body, but with her energetic personality she refuses to let it stop her. the moment Baby takes her in he can not get her off, this small child is surprisingly clingy and is glad to finally have a parental figure in her life. (Or two in some rare cases, no she is not locked behind Coolbabe specifically because she's adopted lol)

Constantly trying to train with the twins and Baby, if she's in a coolbabe fic she will do it with Cooler as well. It's sort of like present Trunks, only it's an absurdly hyper icejin kid that will hang on her parent(s) like a sloth. if you offer her a piggyback ride she'll be really happy, and you won't be able to get her off for the next few hours so be careful with that offer.

she sleeps in the weirdest positions like a cat, she can and will sleep in a tiny box do not challenge her on that. I am not joking when I say this child will sleep through anything, an earthquake could tear through and she will be snoozing the entire way through.

she runs circles around Frieza with her energetic nature, she can't do that with Hatchiyack because he'll just pick her up in a casual manner if she's being to hyper.

all in all Sol's au counterpart is a puppy natured goof that likes having affection and people who care for her for once, and wants nothing more than to enjoy that fact every single day.

[sonicasura]

Kaiju No. 8: Hatching Second Chances

Here's the idea I mentioned in my previous KN8/DQM post. You can thank the egg mechanic introduced in the Dark Prince for this. Also I will be mentioning the original DQ4 story, not the remake. Let's get started.

Psaro the Manslayer was a very tragic soul. Child of a human mother and demon father who truly never had someone to guide him through life. The only people that tried were torn away from the man. He would die as a heavily disfigured monster born out of grief filled rage. Yet what if it truly wasn't the end?

What's left of Psaro soul would be reshaped into an egg and cast out from the world he born in. This being found on one fateful night by a 22 year old worker who spends his days cleaning giant monster corpses. Although the form the prince would take is the very monster he died as, any prior memories were replaced for careful childlike curiosity.

Kafka looked at what many would consider a monstrosity with empathetic pity. He will unknowingly take up a challenge as the man takes the strange creature home. Whether an abomination truly deserves love or not...

Yup! Kafka is gonna have quite the time with this newborn Psaro since he starts out as an Estark type monster due to the SoE's power persisting. The reborn prince has no memories of his past life at the moment so he's a completely blank slate. (Form in question if anyone is wondering.)

Do know Psaro's monster body ages pretty fast. I give about 2 years tops before the cat sized baby becomes the size of a building. Kafka luckily moved to the more mountainous countryside before that happens though. Psaro's mind is still childlike as his subdued human presents itself mentally and spiritually.

How Kafka raises him will affect more than just temperament. Pure love and care shall restore Psaro's human form(his current age equivalent) over time. Although strong enough emotions will make him 'poof' back into his Estark form.

Kafka definitely got spooked the first time it happens. Imagine surprising your 4 year old son (in human form) with the gift he wanted only for the child to poof back into his giant monster form. Luckily they were at home during that time and not in public.

Kafka would do his best to safely raise Psaro. There have been some close shaves as the monster youth tends to be aware and quite protective of his small father. One particular incident had Psaro spotted by the Defense Force. Let's just a say Kaiju jumped a 28 year old Kafka at work and the Estark would try to gently carry his hurt dad back home.

The Defense Force does try to 'rescue' the still visored worker only for the 'kaiju' to swat away their attempts before successfully fleeing. (Kafka told Psaro not to harm humans so the Estark did listen by blowing away rescuers who got too close like they were puffballs or breathing thick mist.) The whole incident still dances around in the Defense Force's mind especially since one officer reported the Cleaner calling the monster Psaro.

A human raising a kaiju was an already insane idea. Yet this 'Psaro' harmlessly kept officers and rescue workers away from the injured man. Almost like a frantic child scared that someone will take their parent away. The fact the only thing it killed was the attacking Kaiju only add fuel to the theory's fire.

Defense Force would do try to find the duo again whether it be Psaro or their parent. Kafka definitely has a bullet to dodge when an old childhood face shows up at his work interviewing his fellow Sweepers. Now whether I make two separate paths at this point is a tossup.

One is manages to avoid being outted as Psaro's human parent and canon KN8 events follow. The second being Kafka's caught in his half truths. Whether he willing goes with Mina or goes on the run for awhile with Psaro is also unclear. Latter option being that his son is still iffy around humans and he's scared harm would come to him.

This is what I have so far. But what do you guys think?

@foolmariofest

[denizavoech]

“I’ve felt that pain, that loss, and I wake up every morning, asking myself how I can stop it from happening again”

A strong, profound statement from Professor Sato underscores the driving force behind his and Ken’s battles against the enemies, highlighting the emotional toll and the persistent fight to protect the world.

Ultraman: Rising is a Japanese tokusatsu film directed and written by Shannon Tindle that is part of the expansive Ultraman franchise, which is known for its iconic giant heroes and epic battles against monstrous foes. The movie continues the tradition of the Ultraman series by introducing new elements while staying true to its roots of heroism and adventure.

At first, you may feel frustrated with Ken Sato’s character because it shows how stormy his life is. After losing his mother in an accident, life for him was not the same anymore. He blamed his father for everything, forgetting the intimate connection they had. Based on reality, in Philippine culture and beliefs, talking back to elders is considered disrespectful. That's why there is a negative first impression towards the protagonist.

One day, he gained another responsibility by taking care of the kidnapped baby monster, Emi. At first, he didn’t know what to do, what was the monster’s wants and needs until his life saver since childhood, his AI Mina gave ideas on how to take care of it. Despite the struggle in juggling his career and parental duties, he still declined for his father’s help. However, while saving and finding Emi in the city of Tokyo, Ken Sato accidentally injured her shoulder while trying to save her. With no choice, he finally contacted his father for help, who heals her and aids him in raising her.

As time passes, he finally gets the hang of being a parent and a superhero, setting his mood up high in the air, as bright as the sunshine, and as calm as the sea.

Digging deep into the movie and putting ourselves within his shoes, different backstories and reasons were shown on why his personality and routine was like that. To further explain, whenever he wakes up he’s always in a bad mood and whenever he ends his day, he binge-drinks coffee until his body couldn’t take it anymore. Realizing his sufferings and weaknesses as a hero, formed a prism broken down into dimensions representing every reason of his outraging personality.

The movie teaches us that it’s not just fighting giant monsters, rather than itself fighting the anxiety, the fear, the distractions that come in life and the importance of family despite personal issues.

When it comes to personal reactions, especially in the emotional aspect, the mobie gave me mixed emotions. There were scenes that made me feel angry, sad, fluttered, and surprised. The scene that made me really angry and sad other than the disrespect that Ken showed to his father was when the KDF lured Emi using her mother’s whines causing her to run away and that event was used as a bait to destroy Ken’s home, losing his AI Mina and putting his dad in a critical state. It was like a flush of problems dumped onto someone. On the other hand, the scene that made me flutter was the screen time of Ken Sato because he had a face card that never declines, in short he is very attractive, getting turns and stares in every street he passes. Lastly, the scene that surprised me was how Emi’s mother still had consciousness and memories despite being covered in a robot suit and fighting along Ultraman’s side.

In correlation to all superheroes in every movie, series, and films, they truly live within the saying “With great power, comes great responsibility”. Each day they are called to action as the chosen ones to protect and maintain peace in the world, just like Ken Sato, also known as Ultraman. Within the movie, it shows reality, how powerful people can be strong and weak in some fields. Ultraman is strong when it comes to combating and saving the world, however he is weak when it comes to family. Living the bearing legacy as “Ultraman” has consequences in life choices. It’s whether to keep your peace and let the world suffer or lose your peace and let the world be in a great state.

For the movie analysis, the producers were strong in making the visuals of every character in the movie and its plot. The character of Ultraman was showed effectively and accurately just like the similar films. The movie is relevant, especially this 21st century since people also tend to struggle in different fields despite being known as an intellectual person. Additionally, the movie helps close-minded people to understand and give empathy to what others feel during times that the world is against him/her. However, something felt missing since I wanted to know the details on the disappearance of Ken’s mother and the movie was too short for me despite being aired for two hours.

To sum up everything, it gave me mixed feelings but it was a great movie. It would be better if it had a live interpretation with accurate characters and a longer storyline with a great plot twist. I’m sure other people who are into action and superhero movies would like this. So if I were you, take a seat, prepare your popcorn, watch Ultraman, and give me your thoughts.

[saleeba]

silver studs ; jude bellingham

summary ♡ booking yourself & jude a piercing date!

pairing ♡ jude bellingham x gn!reader

content ♡ fluff, descriptions of piercings/body modification/needles, reader is implied to already have had their ears pierced, jude is a dramatically big baby in this (*roy keane voice* what a big baby... baby!), all around silly billy vibes idek pls read this xx

a/n ♡ girlies (gn!) let’s form a prayer circle & manifest jude having pierced ears in 2024 🕯🕯🕯 i’ve seen some ppl say he would look so good w a nose piercing too and ohhhh my goodness 😵‍💫 i don’t even wanna think abt it my heart is actually palpitating </3 this fic is very much drawn from my own need to get abt 10 new piercings when i can barely take care of my current ones 🫠 enjoyyy my lovelies! 🩵🤍

"jude, come on, hurry up, we're going to be late!" you scold your boyfriend who seems to be taking about one-eighth of every rushed step you take, trailing behind with his hands in his pockets and a defeated puppy-dog look on his face.

“i’m sure it’s still not too late to cancel, babe,” he begins, stopping in his tracks and prompting you to do the same as exasperation takes over your features. “m-maybe we can come back next year?”

you’re in disbelief at your giant baby of a lover now. just last week he was begging you to take him along with you to your nose piercing appointment, a passive comment you had made about him suiting earrings so well spinning his mind into a spiral of pinterest searches and jewellery wishlists. you had even caught him “trying on” your assortment of studs before pressing on your previous comment of how good he would look if he had his ears pierced.

“next year?! jude, the appointment’s in three minutes!” you start to walk backwards so that you can make sure he follows and doesn’t just leg it back to the car. “why are you being such a wimp about it?”

a sweetly deep frown sets on jude’s face, that previous puppy-like trait now seeping into the way he walks towards you. truthfully, the gravitas of the situation has only just set for him, the fantastical image of a metre-long needle coming in to pierce his ears and the unimaginable pain it must create causing nervous prickles to run down his spine. oh god, why did i say yes to this? he’s never been one to be comfortable with needles and other sharp objects in any capacity; needing you to chop all the ingredients whenever you cook together or clear your schedule for the whole day whenever he has a blood test so that you’re there to hold his hand — well, so that you’re there for him to squeeze the living daylights out of your hand.

it was a bafflement to you, though — the boy had undergone multiple terrible injuries and operations but was shit-scared of tools that barely laid a scratch. although, you’ve absolutely made sure to clown him for it at every given chance.

“i’m not being a whimp!” jude’s defensiveness never relents, no matter the situation, and it makes your eyes roll. “it’s just… you’re definitely going first.” he hurriedly declares, hoping to delay the nightmarish events about to unfold for him.

you finally catch onto what he’s trying to say and do, the irrationality of it all causing a chuckle to leave your lips. you can’t believe this six-foot-something boy has such an aversion to something that is barely two inches.

“aww, sweetheart,” you feign a sarcastically sugary pout. “does my baby need his hand holding… again?” an amused grin takes place on your face, all toothy and genuine when jude comments on how annoying you are with a teasing push to your shoulder.

“jude, how many times have i told you that it barely hurts? it’s just a small, sharp pinch,” that old comparison, jude thinks to himself. “here, i’ll show you.”

he jumps out the way of your mischievous fingers before they can land on his skin and deliver a squeeze that is definitely neither small nor sharp. you laugh at his scaredy-cat antics before tugging on his hand, leading him down the street to your destination, encouraging him with dialogue about how pretty he’s going to look once this is done and how you two can maybe wear matching earrings to all the red carpet events you attend from now on.

jude can’t help but think how he’d really like that, already his mind is thinking of how it could be an intimate ritual of your own, the world always knowing you belong to him and he belongs to you when you step out, your bond branded and sealed in two pairs of the same earrings.

there's a slight bump in his path that pulls jude away from his daydreaming and back into the way you're addressing him, announcing that you're both finally at the door of the piercing shop. you don't miss the way his hand dampens in yours but you try to soothe it with a reassuring squeeze.

"hey, five quid for the person that doesn't cry when we're in there." you suggest, playfulness painted in your eyes and smile.

"oh, shut up," jude laughs, tilting his head towards the storefront before counterattacking. "tenner?"

you take up his offer and seal the deal with a quick handshake. “you're on."

the pair of you step into the piercing shop, the vibrant sights of commissioned art and citrusy scents of sterilising products immediately filling your senses. everything is so cozy and inviting, though; the open space looking like it's straight out of a pinterest board with its boho-esque decor and pops of pink and blue.

you're able to check in and be seated in the waiting area a couple of minutes after your intended appointment time, apologising beforehand to the receptionist but not without saving a bantering side eye for your boyfriend. you barely sit yourselves down before the piercer, a mid-twenties lady clad in all black with arms scattered in tattoos, calls your name, prompting the both of you to stand up and make yourselves known.

she introduces herself as clara and invites you and jude over to the small setup of sofas by her station, the large piercing chair looming opposite them. it reminds jude of the chair they make you sit in at the dentist, its size and seclusion bringing that spiky feeling of anxiety right back into the column of his spine.

"so, who's the braver one out of the two of you?" clara beams, eyeing the way jude shrinks himself into the couch and how you raise your hand, mirroring her smile.

"that would definitely be me," you announce as jude pouts on the side, refusing to believe that you've teamed up with the piercer to bully him now.

"alright then, my love. hop onto the chair and we'll get you done in no time."

you truly are done in no time, now inspecting your new nose piercing in the mirror that clara holds up for you. you're thankful that you went with the fourteen-karat gold when asked to choose between that and a plain black stud, the colour shimmering against your skin tone so nicely that you forgive the momentary pain it caused as the needle punctured the skin of your nostril.

however, for jude, it's the only thing that's sticking in his mind. the way you were wincing as clara pushed the tool through, the gritting of your teeth and the subsequent welling-up of your eyes are all warning signs for him to pull out of this whole ordeal, run out the door and never look back, jude, y/n will forgive you.

"what say you, my friend?" clara now turns to your boyfriend, who wishes that the cushions would swallow him up but his eyes force themselves to look at you, your own ones lighting up in amusement — eyebrows raised as if to ask if he dares to accept this challenge.

"you still up for it, babe? you really don't have to if you don't want to, y'know?" to an unsuspecting stranger, your words would be saccharine and supportive but jude knows this is actually your way of saying are you really going to run away from this, you coward? the narrowing of your eyes may look inquisitive to others but they hold an impish tone of accusation for jude.

however, with his head held high, he returns a look of defiance straight into your eyes, as if he's replying with a watch me boss this, sweetheart.

"of course i'm still up for it, love," he answers, getting up from the sofa and attempting to mask the shakiness of his voice from not speaking for a while (something completely alien to the boy; god, he really is nervous). "wouldn't want all the attention on you when we step out together, y'know, wanna give the people something fresh, something new."

you vacate the chair with a laugh, hands splayed out and gesturing towards it, a slight bend in your stand, almost bowing down. "your throne, my liege."

jude rolls his eyes in hilarity, situating himself in the chair as you swap places with him, now in the company of the bright fabric of the couch and cushions. clara sets out the array of jewellery in front of him, informing him about the differences between and benefits of each one before jude settles on the option of the prettiest silver studs he's seen — the colour and the shine of them almost reflect in a twinkle of his eyes and he's now besotted. once the studs are laid out for clara to work with, she goes on to prep the piercing tools on the counter to the side of jude, her being out of view causing that familiar prickling feeling to run through his veins again. all he can do is set his sights on you, trying to claw some comfort back into his mind while his brows furrow in increasing worry.

you can't help but instantly run to his left side, your heart not being able to bear any inkling of pain or discomfort on your lover's face.

"hey, scaredy-cat," you speak softly, going to grip his hand in yours, and leaving a small peck of your lips on it, thumb rubbing soothing circles on his heated skin as clara gives a knowing giggle before she assures jude that he has absolutely nothing to worry about and that the great choice in jewellery he's made will surely not go to waste. she makes a joke about how he might get a sticker for being a good boy and it serves as a brief distraction as she lines the needle with jude's right earlobe, the boy grimacing as the sharpness hits him for a second.

and that's all it is. a flash of a second, another on the other ear, your hand still in his, and it's all done. the feeling of relief and achievement is like no other for jude.

"there we go, my lovely," clara concludes, putting her supposed instruments of torture down and holding the mirror up to jude's face, prompting him to check out how everything looks. "what do we think?"

he's beyond ecstatic with how he looks in his new earrings, the silver glistening in the light against the brown of his skin, the size of the studs just perfect for him. he looks to you for approval, though; he wants to hear all the praise from you.

"you look amazing, jude!" you're smiling ear-to-ear, eyes lit up in sheer admiration at how hot your boyfriend looks right now. well, he's always been hot but this? this is a whole new level that you're glad you've unlocked. "you were amazing, too. how was it? did it hurt as bad as you were thinking?"

he replies with a bashful shake of his head, smiling at his prior silliness over something that lasted seconds not even worth counting on his fingers.

"no, not at all," jude admits. "feel a bit stupid now, though, i was panicking over nothing." he lets out a genuine laugh at himself and you join in, not forgetting to let him know how proud you are of him and how you're going to be dragging him from shop to shop to pick out new earrings for when his piercings heal. jude thinks to himself that he won't need dragging around now; he'll happily lead the way to picking out new stuff, experimenting with colours and shapes.

once clara gives you two the rundown on piercing aftercare 101 and her contact details should any of you run into any problems, she sends you on your way with a goodie bag of saline solution and sweets.

hand in hand, you walk out of the shop with jude, chattering on about when the next awards ceremony that the two of you are invited to could be and what sort of outfit you might wear and how you would co-ordinate clothes and jewellery.

the pair of you stop in front of an café, you asking jude if he's up for a coffee before you start your earring-hunting adventure.

"yes, please," jude responds, hand enclasping yours in the most loving way before he drops his next line aided by a grin that is the epitome of shit-eating. "besides, you owe me a tenner after all the crying you did in there."

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Loki and Sigyn Headcanons/Notes Masterlist

Logyn Fluff Headcanons

Sleeping Headcanons

Family and Affection Headcanons

How They Deal with Being Sick

Wedding Day

After Wedding Feast

Courtship Highlights

When They Realize They're in Love

If Tony Hit On Sigyn

NSFW Headcanons (18+)

Honeymoon Phase//Honeymoon Cont.

When They're Drunk

When They're Both Drunk

Loki and Sigyn's Second Wedding//Part 2

Why Loki Fell in Love With Sigyn

Why Sigy Fell in Love With Loki

Loki and Sigyn as Roommates

When Sigyn Falls Asleep on Loki's Shoulder

How They Comfort Each Other

Playing Uno

Logyn Angst Headcanons

Disagreement Headcanons

The Silent Treatment

Sigyn's Nightmare//Loki's Reaction

First Argument

Sigyn's Reaction to Loki's "Deaths"

Sigyn's Reaction to Seeing Loki's Jotun Form

When Loki Wakes from a Nightmare and Sigyn is Asleep

Sigyn's First Nights Alone Post Thor

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Uncle Thor

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What Loki and Sigyn are Like with Thor's Kids

Loki's Reaction to Becoming a Father//Post Endgame Reaction

Sigyn's Reaction to Being Pregnant

The Avengers as Babysitters

Narfi and Vali Headcanons

What Sigyn and Loki Like about Being Parents

How Loki Gets Along with His Kids

Loki and Sigyn Having a Baby Pre-Endgame vs. Post Endgame

What If Loki and Sigyn Had Vali and Narfi Before the Events of Thor

Do you think knowing that he is a Frost Giant would change Loki’s attitude to having kids?

Which Parent Do Vali and Narfi Take After

What Vali and Narfi Love About Their Parents

When Vali and Narfi Are Sick

Vali and Narfi's Reaction to Hearing About Their Parent's Courtship

Relationships

How Do the Avengers React to Sigyn

Thor's Relationship with Sigyn

Sigyn's Thoughts on Jane

Sif and the Warrior's 3 Relationship with Sigyn

Bruce Banner and Sigyn's Friendship

Wong and Sigyn's Friendship

Sylvie and Sigyn's Relationship

Natasha and Sigyn's Relationship

Sigyn's Thoughts on Odin

Frigga and Sigyn's Relationship

Hela and Sigyn's Relationship

AUs/What Ifs...

Historical + Hospital AU

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A What If...? Plot Bunny

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Bootlegger Loki

What If...Sigyn Joined the Avengers

Loki Show Notes

How I Would Incorporate Sigyn into the Loki Series: Episode One

Episode 2

Episode 3//Additional Notes

Episode 4

Episode 5

Episode 6

Sigyn's TVA Trial

TVA's Thoughts on Sigyn

Classic!Sigyn Headcanons

Gender flipped Sigyn and Sylvie

President Loki and Conqueror Sigyn Headcanons

Movie Notes

Thor Notes

Thor: The Dark World - Sigyn Comforts Loki

Rough Thor: Ragnarok Notes//Sigyn Saying Goodbye

Avengers: Infinity War - Outline

Loki's Reaction to Sigyn Disappearing During the Snap

Loki Post Snap

Loki's Lowest Point

Loki on the Time Heist

Avengers: Endgame - Loki's Introduction

How Loki Would Deal with The Snap if He was a Father

Random Notes

Loose Notes on Sigyn

Logyn Dialogue Dump

Logyn WandaVision

Theoric Faceclaim

Loki Series Playlist

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Fic Masterlist

[m0r1bund]

[Image: Several turnarounds of a funky trilobite-platerodrilus-eryonid-lookin’ guy. She’s the size of a house, and is built like a tank to match. She sports 6 walkin’ legs and 2 pedipalps below her mouth, and her frontmost legs are heavily armored, with thick chitin plates. The pattern is repeated across the rest of her body, with broad, flattened plates extending down to her sinuous tail.

Her face is concealed by another huge, v-shaped plate, with each prong reaching outwards, like horns. Two circular “lenses” are etched into the plate where her eyes would be. They look kind of like goggles, or a knight’s visor. Her muzzle is plated chitin as well, and looks like a shark’s nose crossed with a turtle’s beak. When she opens her mouth, it’s revealed that she has a second set of jaws in her throat. These jaws resemble a squid or octopus beak.

There are some other doodles, too. Reyes picks up a chubby little baby version of the critter, which looks more like a typical trilobite. She smiles a deranged smile at it. Another doodle shows Reyes eating a breakfast burrito in front of the critter’s fully-grown form. The beastie delicately extracts individual pieces of ham from the burrito with her second set of jaws while Reyes isn’t looking.]

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you hear about bugs

silly little essays about space bug ecology under the cut. you can read more below or at m0r1bund dot com ▶︎

I’m already doing PR work for fungi, hiveminds, and parasites with the endeme, but what if i did PR for crop pest species too. I’m thinking about tyranids and zerglings and how they hold up a mirror to colonial settler fears. you are afraid of everything the eye can see being extracted by a foreign invader? of the very landscape around you becoming biologically, functionally, culturally, socially uniform? what if the terrible things i did to other people… happened 2 me….

The endeme keys into impaired ecosystems that are artificially kept in the first stages of succession, and that’s the reason it is monstrous and scary and ‘successful’ (like most weeds and pioneer species, it is not competitive and becomes second banana to whoever comes after it.) But I think it would be neat to meet it from the other end and play off of fungal and viral crop diseases. Maybe there are some funny little guys who are, like, not a big deal until you put a monoculture in front of them. Like normally there isn’t a giant interstellar bug in the sky, but you razed + converted an entire planet into its favorite food. what did you expect.

Anyway I think it would be funny if Earth had a cicada ‘nid horrible spacebug spawning event every 17 years or whatever, where the hive masses of the void return to their natal origin and eat all of their young and fuck and die and get eaten by their giant mom. They’re like salmon moving nutrients from the ocean to the continents, except they’re shuttling nutrients from the unfathomable beyond to different planets. And they can crawl onto land and eat all of your corn. You know how it is.

I think what happens is there’s a “larval” stage that spends most of its life as a detritivore, wiggling around in the dirt for 17 years. And then they have a mass emergence event that coincides with the “hive” forms returning from abroad to hunt and eat most of their young. In turn, they’re hunted and eaten by their larger, more predatory peers, climbing up and up the trophic chain until you make it back to The giant space bug herself.

I think this is like a summer gorging event crossed with a rare mineral pilgrimage for them. Fueling up for years and years of floating around in the abyss between worlds, and collecting rare vitamins while they’re at it.

The impact on Earthen flora and fauna is dramatic and mixed. The buggies are playing a really meta game of energetic monopoly, which has also been brewing underground for 17 years. So, their main objective is extracting their larvae + passing them up the chain as food to mom. But they are also looking for other things to eat. They prefer plants, algae, and fungi at the bottom of the trophic chain to critters at higher levels of the chain, because producers make up way more biomass and are doing more efficient energy transactions. They are also trying to minimize what’s basically mass bioaccumulation, which hivemom is *extremely* sensitive to. So, they’re actually quite picky about which individuals have the ‘honor’ of becoming food.

Some people think it’s more complicated than this, and that the hive is making complex land management decisions informed by things like carrying capacity, local extinction, replacement rates, succession, and so on, but that’s craaaaazy hahaha…. They would never develop such a sophisticated relationship with plants and animals…...... Unless?

Either way, this results in very patchy feeding pockets, where some forests might be nibbled down to the dirt, and others are untouched. This also means that most heterotrophs don’t really have anything to worry about during the spawning/eating frenzy. There’s a 7-ton centipede outside the house and she might cause the roof to cave in, but she mostly just wants to eat your potatoes.

Outsiders understandably view this as an apocalyptic feeding event, because oh my god every trophic level is usurped by bugs, and a non-negligible amount of organic matter IS being taken away by bug mom. But they also leave behind an equal mass of dead bugs, individuals who fall prey to the local flora and fauna, have reached the end of their lives, or were deemed “unfit” for intraspecies eating because they have, like, more than 0.3 micrograms of zinc in their body.

Obviously if you were planning on growing any kind of staple crop that year, good luck have fun. But typically their buggy leavings are enough to last other animals through the year while the plantlife recovers. It’s like a rare treat that comes around every 17 years.

All that to say Reyes ate nothing but forbidden lobster tails for several months when she was, like, 10, and she has been thirsting for them ever since.

[doodle-pops]

Maedhros SFW Personal Alphabet

Request: Can I get a Maedhros SFW alphabet #1 please? - anon

A/N: Ask and you shall receive anon.

A is for Adventure: something they haven’t done but have always wanted to

All Maedhros ever wanted to do was settle down and have a family. He'd build a house a good distance from his previous home and garnish it with all the designs he and his spouse desired. He'd have a few children, nothing more than three because his brothers were a headache. There, he'd finally be at peace. It used to be his goal in mind until his capture.

B is for Butterflies: How they act when they’re nervous

He is extremely good at suppressing his emotions, so showcasing his nervousness is an expression that only those close to him would notice. The most obvious sign of him being nervous is his hesitancy. He'll create tons of excuses as to why he can't do what needs to be done. 

C is for Crush: what is it like when they have a crush? How do they know/act?

Maedhros and having a crush is something that nobody knows about. He's secretive like all his other brothers and perhaps the most successful. Maedhros' form of interacting with you is painfully too formal and he appears too stiff. Nothing about the way he approaches or hovers around you is relaxed. Because he's the heir to the Crown Prince, he believes that he must be proper so no one can badmouth his behaviour.

D is for Date: describe an ideal date for them

Private and nothing else. He wants to be far far away from civilization and his snooping family. Once everyone learns that the eldest is courting they are quick to eavesdrop. He isn't grandiose when it comes to showcasing his love, so a simple day spent picnicking or perhaps a boat ride down the river is enough for him. He does love to spend time in the library, mostly in the private section where no one would visit.

E is for Essential: what is one thing they could NEVER go without

He ensures that he provides flowers whenever he visits. Never does he see you with a bouquet accompanying him and it's always your favourite or something symbolic. He's the reason the floral shop always has good sales. 

F is for Favourite: a favourite anything- food, place, smell, book, etc.

As much as they annoy him as all siblings do, he loves his brothers unconditionally. It pained him the most when each of their passing occurred and he had to bury them. He always remembered when they were little and they'd all run to him for help or when he held all of them as babies. He was most pained when he left Maglor behind. 

G is for Giggle: how they laugh/what makes them laugh

The only people capable of making the giant redhead laugh are Fingon, you and the twins. The rest of his brothers give him a headache and makes him question life - his life that is. There are rare occasions where he’ll laugh at something they did. When Maedhros does laugh, it’s more a chuckle and not a burst of full-blown laughter. He’ll first scoff through his nose, hang his head and then shake it left and right as he chuckles at the action performed. 

H is for Holding Hands: Do they like holding hands? Are their hands warm or cold? Pinkie promises?

His hands are extremely large and warm. Your fingers don’t even cross over his palm, so you have to stick to holding his fingers - mostly two or three. Before the oath, his hands used to be toasty warm and soft, but after the oath, his hands became calloused and cold. After wielding swords and his captivity, hand-holding became less a physical activity he’d perform with you. He believed that he wasn’t clean enough for you to touch even though at times he yearned for your touch. 

I is for Inside Joke: something they do that everyone thinks is funny but they don’t understand

As the eldest of all his cousins and siblings, Maedhros was secretly assigned the mom of the children and from a young age, he took his role seriously as stated in this post by @tanoraqui. Before any event, he’d spot check all his brothers and cousins to ensure that they were all dressed properly from head to toe. It became a natural habit of him to perform no matter where they were, as long as there was an event to be attended. A few times as everyone sat around the dinner table, they all joked about how he was super serious about their appearance, however, Maedhros had failed to understand what was so funny about him wanting their appearance to be clean. 

J is for Jinx: Are they Superstitious?

A tad bit, though the most he’d be, is interested in hearing the reasons behind the tale and why certain practices are held to prevent any harm. But at the same time, due to Maedhros suffering at the hands of the dark lord and being tortured, part of him would take all the warnings seriously because he’s seen some horrific things in Angband.

K is for Kiss: how do they kiss?

He’s a very passionate kisser, though, for the beginning of your relationship, he’d allow you to take the lead. Once he becomes comfortable and you give him the okay go, his kisses will escalate. At first, he’ll cup your chin tenderly as he leans in the deliver the early pecks and then his hands would move to the back of your neck and lower waist as it becomes more heated. He prefers if you sit on a table or the both of you are sitting so he doesn’t have to strain his neck. Maedhros isn’t opposed to lifting you but he feels comfortable in doing so when your relationship deepens or it’s marriage. 

L is for Love Language: what is their love language? How do they give and how would they like to receive love?

Maedhros is big on words of affirmation and gift-giving. Physical touch has been one gesture he preferred to act on in private, though he became to dislike it during his healing after Angband. Maedhros understands the importance of praises and compliments in a person's life and does not hesitate to inform you of your accomplishments. Praises easily slip past his lips whenever you require them. Being a very diplomatic person, you would expect his words to be formal and lack affection, but he knows how to show his affection and love for you.

M is for Meant to be: how/when they know someone is “the one”

You and Maedhros would be friends or you would be a worker under him or someone else. He’s not going to fall in love at first sight, he just doesn’t seem like the type that would, sorry (personal preference). With consistent meetings and conversations whenever you both cross paths, it would take a while before Maedhros and you have an intense conversation and he becomes aware that he enjoys your company. He may outrightly ask to see you again, or not depending on which Maedhros we’re talking about. He would spend a long while getting to know you before believing that you could be his “one”.

N is for Nickname: a nickname they would have or their favourite thing to be called

His nicknames for you are simple terms of endearment as he isn’t grandiose. However, for him, every possible name you can create that would remind you of his appearance or some embarrassing action he’s performed in the past. The latter would be for private moments. He is already named for his hair colour and figure, so you might as well add in your own to make him blush further. Please only use them in private and intimate moments because he’s going to turn redder than his hair if you call them out in public.

O is for Organization: are they clean or messy?

Pre!Angband Maedhros is organised and takes great pride in his appearance (same). He hates to be untidy or dwell in an untidy environment, it bothers the life out of him. Post!Angband Maedhros's tidiness depends on what mood he chooses to select on that given day. If he’s in a sprightly mood, then the environment would reflect such, but if he’s in one of his cold moods then the place is in an absolute mess and he could not be bothered with it. The same goes for his appearance after his capture. 

P is for Pet Peeve: What’s something they absolutely CAN’T stand?

Maedhros hates when people aren’t on time for events. It makes him pop a blood vessel especially when it’s his family, mainly his brothers. He can’t understand how one could arrive at a formal event that started an hour ago when they were necessary in being early. He wishes people would take greater pride in being punctual - like it’s not that hard.

Q is for Quiet: What do they do for peace of mind

Maedhros likes to cuddle with you by the fireplace or on the balcony reading. Either he’s reading while you’re wrapped up in his arms or you’re reading and he’s drifting off the sleep to the sound of your voice. To him, the act alone makes his day a thousand times better than it was already going and cures his boredom. 

R is for Rainy Day: Do they like rain? What about storms? How would they spend a rainy day?

Rainy days make him remember when his brothers were all little and would run to him for comfort, especially when there were thunderstorms. If he were sleeping, they would rush into his room instead of his parents and cuddle him for safety. He would sit by the fireplace drinking a cup of tea and reminisce on these old memories as he watches them carry on about their day.

S is for Soft: Describe their softest feature

Maedhros is named for his appearance so everything on him is perfect and soft, but if you had to choose, it would be his smile and eyes. His silvery-grey eyes would become soft whenever he saw you or something interesting caught his attention. The smile that would follow makes you melt. You often remind him would beautiful you found his eyes and smile to be and this leads to him being a blushy baby while thanking you. 

T is for Telephone: are they a talker or a texter? How often do they use their phone?

Out of all his brothers, aside from Maglor, he’s the second-best at writing love letters for you. His words always make you melt and become mussy on the inside. Maedhros sends at least two letters a week or two once you two haven’t seen each other, but if you have, then one letter. Most of his letters are affectionate, while the others are describing his days in the noisy household and around the family with any fun events. 

U is for Unique: a random quirk they have

He isn’t one for singing like the rest of his family is known for, but because he’s been around his brother and cousins a lot, he developed the habit of whistling. Whenever he feels a tune coming along, he whistles it instead of singing. He’ll nod his head unconsciously along with the whistling while tapping his feet. It’s greatly done whenever he’s buried under a pile of papers. 

V is for Valentine: Are they the type to celebrate or not?

Yes, he does celebrate it, but not as openly as the others or grandiose. Maedhros is a very private and formal person so he’s going to treat his love life as such - behind closed doors. After you explain what the celebration is all about and how it is usually celebrated, he understands that it is an intimate event. Wanting to show you how loved and appreciated you are, Maedhros would not spare any expense when treating you - it’s all behind closed doors away from his nosy family. E believes that if he’s going to treat you to a day full of love, then it’s going to be perfect.

W is for Wholesome: something extremely pure about them that makes you just *uwu*

Because Maedhros has taken care of many of his brothers and cousins, it comes naturally to him to switch into paternal mode whenever a child is around. His gentle nature around children when he interacts with them makes your heart explode. It gets you thinking about what he’d be like when you two have your little ones, especially daughters since he wished to have a sister. 

X is for Xenia: How they would entertain a guest/show hospitality

Maedhros has great pride in how the public views him and his family, mostly him. Because so many people have insight into their lives as it was laid bare before the world, he appreciates what little dignity is left to be used through hospitality. That way, no one can further comment negative words on his character. He does his best to ensure that his are comfortable and can acquire all that they need. When it comes to your visit, he goes above and beyond to make you feel as though you’ve walked into your house - he wants you to feel right at home. 

Y is for Youth: A fond childhood memory they have

He remembers whenever his brothers were feeling under the weather after playing for hours in the rain and mud, he would cradle them after bathing them, by the fireside. Wrapping them in layers of blankets, Maedhros would snuggle them as he fed them their soup, tea and medicine. When he was finished, he hum a song his mother would sing whenever she was lulling him to sleep for him to have peaceful dreams. 

Z is for Zzz: Sleep habits. Do they cuddle in their sleep? Talk? What do they dream about?

Pre!Angband Maedhros loved to sleep close to you - not the type to cuddle you like others but kept close. He normally preferred if you slept on top of him since he’s so big, that it’s impossible to roll off him once he wrapped his arms around you. He doesn’t snore so you have nothing to worry about. Post!Angband Maedhros is a nightmare to sleep with because of his nightmares and traumatic experience in Angband. He tosses and turns all over the bed and even suffers vivid dreams that he acts out in real life. It was disappointing to you when you learnt that sleeping beside him was going to no longer be a reality. 

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