#why is It animated so weeell

[offbeat-manga-ships]

this is a weird sort of thing to say but i am like. so deeply appreciative your blog isn't mostly m/m stuff. bc like you i don't have a lot of interest in m/m (for me though this is mostly because i love women So Much my brain sort of shuts off if the story doesn't have women in it, i basically never enjoy a story that lacks women) and a lot of other blogs or accounts i've seen of this time tend to skew heavily with yaoi works bc. well a lot more yaoi works get the "freedom" to be "grosser", messier, less saccharine bc people are a lot more cagey about what girls get to do in fiction across the board..... i really really am so grateful you've got so many recommendations for series that are more to my taste in general and tend to feature a lot of messy and interesting women! not to say that's like Why You Do It, but it's a really refreshing thing since almost every time I go to hunt something fucky down it's m/m. the sheer volume of m/m overwhelms other series but you're bringing those ones into view and i've found a lot of really interesting series thanks to how you run things around here so thank you so much......

ANON!!!! IT'S A SUCH A PLEASURE TO RECEIVE A MESSAGE LIKE THIS!!! because i don't know if you guys know, and to be honest i don't remember if i deleted that part to make it easier to read or not, but i'm pretty sure that in the first iterations of my pinned post i went a little bit into why M/M is not my thing. i am exactly in the same boat of having ALWAYS been more into female characters than everyone around me. my mother has always teased me for it, my friends have always had varying degrees of "huh that's curious" to "weeell i don't care. how about that male character instead?" i was the person defending sansa stark and loving cersei lannister. i was lowkey in love with sharpay while pretending i didn't care about her, my favorite character from percy jackson was and still is annabeth chase, i loved sakura haruno and rukia kuchiki the most, i fucking HATED when anyone said anything bad about leia organa in star wars and it just became a pattern throughout my life that i would come to fiercly love female characters.

i mentioned before how i started watching shoujo when i got the 12 yo version of Being Serious about anime, but i also need to give credit to getting female friends in middle school and even more in high school with whom i talked about romance manga (some also real BL enthusiasts, but they still read some of what i read. honestly, i think it always came a surprise to them how much i liked some stuff the anime fans in general tended to turn their nose up to). 

and i literally won't ever forget when my friend gabrielle showed me the pride and prejudice movie in 9th grade i think and i honest to god had no idea i could love something so overtly aimed at women that much. like, sure i've been casually watching cartoons aimed at girls (if you didn't have cable tv, you watched the cartoons open tv made available to you in the saturday mornings. and yeah i watched and enjoyed totally spies and powerpuff girls and thought kim possible was really cool, but my bread and butter was still ben 10, naruto, jake long, static shock etc. it wasn't just me in the house though. every relative i had at that point from mom to aunties to grandma and cousins: all of them women. we had plenty of girl movies and all of us got together to watch melodramatic soap operas in the evening).

but anyway my point is that i really opened up my personal media consumption after feeling such love for this "chick lit" movie (which of course is actually a great and important piece of western literature which became one of my favorite books not only because i'm still in love with lizzy bennet to this day but also because it's so SO DAMN FUNNY. i laugh out every time i re-read it.) i started watching romantic comedies, i watched series like pretty little liars and whatever seemed to have a bunch of girls in the cover lol and yes, i started reading even more romance manga. even with my 12 yo shoujo watching, i still wasn't fully into those shows. i really liked some of the protagonists (much love to misaki ayuzawa, nanami momozono, haruhi fujioka and risa koizumi but i also could not be fully into whatever was transpiring between such cool girls and those guys LOL). but it was because of the influence of my girl friends and exchanging ideas about what manga to read that i fully found my place in smaller niche romance manga with odd couples and interesting women. 

and it's not like i'm not capable of enjoying media with a lot of guys in it, so i'm a little bit different from you in that regard. i have plenty of favorite male characters and one of my favorite movies ever is master and commander: the far side of the world and that has not a single woman in sight except in one picture and one 5 second shot 💀 obviously, it's not my only favorite movie (they're mostly dominated by women too). as a bi person, of course some men catch my eye once in a while and it's true that sometimes (though it's rare) it's a m/m couple that gets my main attention in a random piece of media. and that's because i'm not like a person with any agenda. i'm fully and wholeheartedly following my instincts (basically a somewhat lighter version of you. my brain also kinda shuts off when it's all the same old Men At The Forefront business and i have to work towards trying to care lol) and it just so happens that i think girls are fucking cool. i don't know if i've said that already, but the main reason i decided to stick with tumblr even though i didn't initially get the appeal of it was because i could find a lot of lesbians here LOL and true, some of them were fujoshi but a lot of them honest to god liked female characters and saw their appeal as i saw them.

and just to wrap this up, i want to clarify that me clearly having an involuntary preference for female characters was not one of the reasons i laid down on that other post when i said why i wasn't as drawn to m/m but it was basically just because i was trying to list reasons that had to do with what m/m had to offer me and not just what it lacks. i sincerely try to approach any story with an open mind and an open heart and i have done that many times even though i realized soon enough that seeing those trope-filled romantic scenarios between manga boys is just really not for me. if you're curious about the type of m/m i like, it's basically the unexpected kind in random non-lgbt media with (probably) tortured men in it and a severe lack of women and it always has been. which is why going after specific m/m media doesn't appeal to me as much (though i can still enjoy it. i really really loved watching the interview with the vampire show for example and even though i didn't like louis/lestat — as i hadn't liked then watching the movie years ago —, i still loved the characters and enjoy a few other m/m pair possibilities).

i'm sorry i went on this whole thing with this many words, but i just want to say, not only do i see you anon, i am you!!! if this blog is for anyone, you are at around the top of the list of people i wished to reach and knowing i could help and connect with someone else who feels the same way i do is such a warm and priceless gift. i understand your frustrations of female characters being more limited very well. not only because i love them, but i abhor any injustice since i was 3 apples tall and that has bothered me since the first signs of the development of my critical thinking skills. but ultimately i also can't help but love manga and i want to find the gems and celebrate varied, complex, weird or even toxic female characters and their messy relationships as much as i can.

[itslilacokay]

HELLO i have some questions about your NS?au if you don't mind!

why does TR have a scar? I was looking at your faces post, and I saw it

And was Alexcrafter fine with TR and his friends hanging out in the computer? (Basically color gang but without scn) Or did he just...not know they existed

How did TFV come back? And when he and the others get yellow back, are they gonna hunt down Alexcrafter?

That's all, thank you!! bye!!

there was another ask relating to return's scar but since this has additional questions im going to answer this one while also indirectly answering the other ask

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tr got the scar during ns?ava4's fight sequence! a shuriken got thrown back at them.

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youre right on the last bit, alex didnt know about tr and co

okay. well he knows about tr's existence, he created him n all, but he didnt know about his sentience and the fact he got friends, hell he even drew two of em!!! and alex doesnt know!!!!!!

...at least, up until ns?ava4

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as for tfv and how he came back, weeell

tfv originally came from an unfinished animation fla, and while alex was animating that before tfv went rogue, there had been some frequent saves/autosaves to that fla

in fact, during ns?ava1 there was a chance that an autosave had happened! however that doesnt exactly equal to a save, so when alex closed the fla, the 'save changes?' popup still appears

howeeever, an autosave creates a separate file so after the events of ns?ava1, tfv could possibly try and climb out of the fla (which would eventually work)

after getting his friends back (except yellow) they went to breaking the pc again, but eventually they broke into the pc enough to make a portal to the outernet

thinking that this could possibly be where yellow went and also realizing that this is their way to escape the pc, they went in

alex then came back to a broken computer (he just restarted its okay)

also yeah the moment they find yellow again theyre gonna beat the shit out of alex

[toujokaname]

Game master / Episode 5

Author: Akira

Characters: Rinne, Hiiro, HiMERU, Niki, Kohaku, Aira

"That's the very least you can do, sincerely and with compassion."

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Season: Winter

Location: Amagi's House

Rinne: Haha. It's all well and good to be buddy-buddy, but first, lemme give some necessary explanations.

You see, ES has some intentions behind all this. It ain't just a formality to boost the show by making improvements and changing the stage.

Around Okinawa, in Hoshijima[1] and overseas, the forbidden areas where even the gods that have ruled the idol industry for many years have been unable to reach—

There's talk that after establishing nationwide domination through SS, ES is trying to expand its territory carefully and meticulously, leaving no stone unturned.

Hiding behind this festival-like Matrix project, ES is seeking to colonize even the Amagi Village to complete their nationwide takeover.

Reading between the lines, is their next goal world domination? Gyahaha! ♪

Hiiro: I see. The overarching trend of this year was nationwide conquest via ES.

That was also the concept ES was promoting from the very beginning. A world of idols, by idols, for idols—

The plan to "make idols the center of this world" will come to fruition with this invasion of the Amagi Village, then.

Rinne: Looks like Hoshijima hasn't given in yet, but they're pushing ahead and colonizing simultaneously—that's the long and short of it.

It's laughable, really. While they're pretending to be immersed in a misguided and stupid festival project, ES is relentlessly aiming to achieve their grand ambitions.

Despite facing countless resistances, they meticulously suppress them, slowly but surely—

ES is, idols are, corroding this world.

Rinne: In this transitional phase, we, the people involved, can still question and make sense of this changing world.

But. The next generation, and the one after that—

By the time our grandchildren roll around, the strange worldview that idols are the center of the world may become the “common sense."

You familiar with hobby anime[2]? They're shows in which a marketable toy becomes the center of the world.

Like a setting where people who play with yo-yos or spinning tops are at the center and considered the most important.

That's what ES is aiming for. A hobby anime world with idols as the theme.

It's easy to understand and enjoy in manga and anime, but if you were actually thrown into such a world, you'd be in trouble.

ES doesn't have ill intentions. They believe it's a wonderful worldview, and that's why they're gunning for it.

No doubt in their minds, they're confident that by doing that, everyone can be happy, and that's why they're ready to do such an outrageous thing.

By overturning the common sense that has been built up by humanity for generations, they aim to repaint the world with their own ambitions—with their desires.

Yeah, it's repulsive and nauseating.

But we, as idols, are also complicit in ES's ambitions.

Hiiro: ......

Rinne: Well, that's fine. It ain't ideal, but even if individuals fight back now, it won't change anything. We're not toddlers throwing tantrums anymore—

HiMERU: That's not very like you to say, Rinne.

Niki: Weeell, Rinne-kun's been like this since way back.

Rather, it's more like his recent attitude of never giving up and pushing forward no matter what is what's outta the norm, or maybe something's changed in him—

Kohaku: Rinne-han's layin' it on thick, huh. Nah, he's just playing out the role of his ideal self.

Rinne: Shaddup, can't you see Rinne-kun's sharing something important? You lot are always like this. Don't butt in with your nonsense, okay?

Hiiro: Hehe. I'm so relieved you have so many people around who understand you now, Nii-san.

In the past, no one understood Nii-san, nor did they bother to try.

Including me.

Rinne: ...Anyway, as I explained, those are ES's intentions.

The real question is how we'll behave in such an "overarching trend."

Aira: But... what can we do?

Rinne: Probably nothing. Especially you ALKALOID, who've become ES's frontline troops.

Just keep in mind, these are the times we're living in right now.

And then. Instead of being mere invading weapons getting their strings pulled by ES, if you're gonna break the status quo, then do it through your own will.

That's the very least you can do, sincerely and with compassion.

Aira: .........

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Referencing Stella Maris, RYUSEITAI's climax event.

Hobby anime are shows created to promote the sale of children's toys, making the plot centered around a product they can sell. So Rinne is comparing what ES intends with stuff like Pokemon, Yu-Gi-Oh, Beyblade, etc. But with idols.

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[valy-gc]

Weeell....

I was thinking of adding some more animals to my world, in addition to our normal ones.

And so I was thinking "since it's a world based on fairytaled, legends and myths... why not making my bestiary based on the weird medieval animal drawing?

So... here come nothing.

Info under the cut:

Common Name: Sandstripe Prowler

Scientific Name: Striatorhynchus deserti

Physical Description

Average Size: 80 cm (31.5 inches) tall from head (no ears) to back legs

Appearance: A slender, kangaroo-like body with sandy brown fur marked by lighter, wavy stripes along its sides. Large, expressive eyes adapted for low-light vision. Elongated, tubular triple snout. A long, tapering tail, used for balance and communication. Large, pointed ears for acute hearing.

Diet

Type: Omnivore

Primary Foods:

Small insects and grubs excavated with its snout and claws.

Hardy desert fruits, roots, and tubers.

Occasional small vertebrates.

Special Adaptations: Its mouth is hidden under its tubular snout and contains a sticky, prehensile tongue for extracting prey from burrows or narrow crevices.

Habitat

Environment: Arid deserts and semi-arid scrublands. Mostly found everywhere in Ebony Sands and East of Beasthaven.

Shelter: Burrows dug in sandy soil, often in shaded areas near rocky outcrops or under sparse vegetation.

Behavior and Living Habits

Activity Cycle: Primarily nocturnal, avoiding the intense daytime heat.

Social Structure: Typically solitary, but may form loose groups during the breeding season or around abundant food sources. Uses tail movements and vocalizations for communication.

Territoriality: Marks its territory with scent glands near its claws and tail.

Reproduction

Mating Season: Early spring, timed with increased food availability.

Reproductive Strategy: Females give birth to 1–2 offspring after a 6-week gestation period. Young are altricial (born underdeveloped) and stay in the mother’s care for several months.

Nest: A shallow, sandy burrow lined with dry vegetation.

Behavior and Temperament

Defensive Behavior: Stands upright on hind legs and flares its ears to appear larger. Can deliver swift kicks with powerful hind legs if threatened.

Foraging Habits: Moves quietly and relies on acute hearing to detect prey or predators. The blue line on its back is meant to imitate a venimous snake.

Interaction with Humans: Generally shy and elusive, avoids direct contact.

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FOR THE ASK GAME.

6 for Jaide/Levi, 17 for either Ichor or Outly (unless there's lore you don't want to spoil), 19 for the whole squad, 27 for Outly (specifically during the acts he's on your side), 49 for Ichor (Not Jaide doesn't count), and 43 if you'd like for any of them :)

(Also 48 for Jaide but we know how that'll go skwkjdnedn)

6. What do you think your OC was like when they were younger/what they would be like when they grow up?

When Jaide was a kid, she was quite sweet. A little shy and studious, but a nice kid nonetheless.

Levi didn’t get to live past his childhood, but he took after his parents in sweetness. He was a rather curious kid, but learned at a young age that suppressing his questions and bowing his head eagerly keeps him safe. If he had the chance to grow up, he would’ve been a very kind and loyal person.

17. If they had a storybook, like the ones presented in-game, what would it detail about them?

A storybook for the Outlander wouldn’t have much ‘story’, but instead would display the conditions of living in the underworld and give insight into why he acts the way he does :)

As for Ichor, a storybook for them might detail their journey to fill their grimoire and their eventual judgement and entrapment in the mask. Maybe it’s also tease Ichor’s one friend…

19. If your OC was on the Arctic Cruise, what would they likely be found doing? What would they say to Hat Kid/Bow Kid upon interacting with them?

Jaide rather wouldn’t go on the cruise�� it’s much too cold for her taste. Maybe she’d be at the beginning to wave the kids off, but she wouldn’t actually get on the boat.

The Outlander, in all likelihood, is probably the cause of the disaster and mess that the kids have to clean up in Ship Shape…

Ichor came along since they want to travel! See more of what the physical world has to offer, y’know? And maybe to pester Snatcher some. They comment on the fascinating or weird things they find.

Karmin’s there for a vacation. She stays by the pool but doesn’t go in. If asked why, she’ll answer that she has a vendetta against water.

27. What would your OC's idle animation/s be? How would they react if Hat Kid/Bow Kid whacked them with their umbrella? (would they do the squeaky toy animation or would they give an appropriate reaction?)

The Outlander has slight motions of his ear/horn twitching and his tail curling, but when you’ve been still with him for a while, he’d have animations of him tapping his hands together and glancing around suspiciously, keeping watch for Jaide.

If you whacked him he would flinch and have various voicelines, like “Ow!” or “Hey, quit it!” or distressed hissing and growling.

49. If Hat Kid/Bow Kid had to fight your OC, how might your OC counter them and what would happen? 

Oh, that’s cute. There’s no way to beat Ichor! :) The battle would be over in a flash. The kids would respawn endlessly until Ichor figures their secret out and uses their timepiece stash to put a stop to it.

43. Share a favorite art piece or creation you have made or someone else made you with this OC!

MARCI. YOUR BOSS SCREENS ARE MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE. I CAN’T GRAB THEM RIGHT NOW BUT I AM SO FERAL OVER THEM!!!

48. Are there any other OCs that belong to you or a friend that your OC has a connection to?

Weeell, of course there’s your OC Sky, and there’s Ameya (idk their username off the top of my head </3), but I have an ongoing rp with the lovely @gracebeth3604 and @rubys-forest with their Amy and Queen, respectively.

However, I HAVE to mention @corrupted-tale, the og. Jaide has made a wonderful found family with all of Doll’s characters, like Taysa and Lune :)

[honorhearted]

Despite the rather amiable silence between them, Benjamin should've known something was off the moment a smug look glimmered across Clara's eyes, bright and feline in their mirth. Her elbow jabbed his side and he huffed, irritably rubbing his flank.

“So I s’pose telling them that you’re an animal in bed is entirely out of the question then?” she teased.

Benjamin's mouth dropped. "You...? I-I'm not..." Good Lord, who on earth had raised this woman? Cheeks burning pink, he replied, "Certainly not. I want them to think I'm a gentleman, not some lothario." Curling his hands at his sides, he pressed ahead. "Surely, that wasn't what you gathered from my description? I thought women felt secure with the more scholarly types..."

Or perhaps not. It wasn't as though he had any experience to speak of in that department, and the gossip between women even less so.

Mercifully, the jabs seemed to end once they approached the sutler cart. "Mrs. Maddox?" he called, lifting a hand. "Mrs. Maddox, I have someone I'd like you to meet."

Dropping a crate atop one of the two tables set up beneath the wedge tent, a woman with mischievous dark eyes and frizzy, curly red hair springing free of her cap dusted off her hands, then placed them upon her ample hips. Once Cilla realized just who was in her vicinity, she hooted. "Well, look at you, young pup!" she crowed. "I didn't think you had time for the likes of us!"

"Uh..." Benjamin cleared his throat, then motioned to Clara. "This is our newest follower, Mrs. Clara Cassidy. I figured you'd be the most capable in showing her around, so I hope it's no trouble that I've enlisted your help."

"Weeell, a bit o' coin would make it 'less troublesome,' but since she don't look like some spoiled princess, I can make do," Cilla agreed, grinning. "I always knew you had a thing for redheads." Here, she made a show of brushing back a lock of her hair, her eyes trailing toward Clara's own locks of auburn. "Whatever he says, love, don't listen to 'im. I'm a perfectly acceptable lady...whenever given the proper incentive, o' course."

Benjamin sighed, wondering why he thought this would be a good idea. "Well...I suppose I'll leave you to it then," he cautiously treaded. "Mrs. Maddox, if you could see about lodgings for Mrs. Cassidy, I'd be eternally grateful."

"She might be able to squeeze in at my feet," Cilla quipped, grinning. "Don't worry, love, I'll give the grounds a look-see."

Running with the Van der Linde gang for nearly a year and a half, she well understood how to earn her keep in camp. That much, at least, wouldn’t be a problem upon the mountain of concerns she had about attempting to assimilate into a society that had passed well over a hundred years ago. What worried her more was if she was stuck doing so for the rest of her life. 

Clara still hadn’t the foggiest idea how she could have possibly traveled through time in the first place, let alone how to get back – if she could get back. Suddenly the booze he’d offered her wasn’t enough to keep her nerves at bay. 

“But don't worry,” he continued, “Mrs. Maddox has one of the less taxing jobs, which is why I figured it would suit you well. She predominantly sells alcohol to the men." 

How ironic that was. 

As though reading her mind, he teased, "So long as you don't drink it all, of course."

“No promises.” 

Definitely no promises. Clara fully intended to sneak what she could, if only to stave off the impending pressure of the puzzling predicament. 

As they walked, it suddenly became apparent that she wasn’t the only one who was nervous, "When with Mrs. Maddox, I suppose you'll be meeting the other womenfolk.”

“Sure…?” she treaded wearily. 

"While working with them...well...I hope you won't make me out to be too much of a fiend."

The idea of Major Tallmadge becoming as apprehensive as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs when it came to the subject of how women might perceive him was almost amusing enough to distract her from her dilemma. Clara smirked shamelessly as she playfully jabbed his ribcage with her elbow. 

“So I s’pose telling them that you’re an animal in bed is entirely out of the question then?”

[koraichalcum]

@fangs-and-knives asked:

(I'm more reminded of the Red Chocobo buuuut...) So what does big bad scary lizard think of humans who are just content to let him be as they explore nearby?

DEATH.

If you think of it like thiiiis, he's a ginormous predator. You see a big ol angry tiger in the wild a little ways away and weeell I dont think the tiger is going to be content seeing you walk around its territory regardless of why you're there.

He's literally a wild animal with enough intelligence for complex reasoning and emotions. Still mostly driven by instincts and body language however.

So far on the blog there's only been like...two or three characters that got on his literal level without insulting him cause they did the right things ; >

[ilovebeing-weird]

It was supposed to be normal? (I refuse to name this)

It was a calm night. The Waynes were all staying at the manor because Dick insisted and no one could resist his puppy eyes, even Jason who claimed that he was going for Alfred’s food but they all knew the truth. Tim was working on some case files in his old room while Marinette was asleep. He was just about to hop in the bed, because it was a cold night and he missed her warmth. He was just about to go snuggle with her when the lights went off.

Shit. Tim didn't panic much because of the electricity backup and stuff but it didn't come back, he waited for ten minutes standing at the same place frozen. It didn't come back, must be something bad.

Now Tim wasn't a coward, so he wasn't Everything will be fine as long as she's with him. Unfortunately, it didn't help much.

So Tim lied there, trying not to panic. He buried his face in a pillow to escape the dark to forget about his all. He felt something moving, at first he ignored it as his brain was playing tricks on him, but then it happened again.

Tim looked under the cover and there he saw a chick. What the fuck was a chick doing here!? It wasn't just one chick though, there were a LOT of them. They were enough to cover him. Actually they were covering him.

Where did they even come from!? He was so absorbed in the chicks that he almost forgot about the dark. Almost.

"Mon canard." Of course it was Marinette. "Do you like the surprise?"

"Mari what is-" Tim was cut off because a chick decided his mouth was really interesting and started looking inside it.

"I named this one Nugget! It likes people's mouths!" Now, Tim totally forgot about the dark.

"What are you even doing up? I thought you went to sleep?"

"Weeell, you hugged me really tight. So I woke up! Then I realized that everything was dark and you are afraid of darkness so I bought chicks!"

"...you had this many chicks with you?"

"Well, Adrien left them with me because he saved them and didn't know where to keep them." Okay…not the weirdest thing that has ever happened to him.

"What's all this- woah." Jason entered their room. "That's a lot of chicks. Why is Replacement covered in them?" Marinette smiled brightly at him.

"Because it's his species!" Well, at least it was better than when she literally dumped him into the pond to be "with his own kind"

"Okay, that makes sense." Jason just shrugged.

"Why are you awake? Isn't it like really late at night?" Jason gave him a weird look.

"Replacement, it's nine am." Why would anyone wake up so early? That's just weird.

"Why are you making so much noise?" Damian barged into their room.

"Good morning Damian!" Marinette ruffled his hair. And he didn't stab her. Progress. Also Marinette was his favorite. "We have chicks! They're adorable aren't they?" Damian nodded.

"Good morning everyone! It's a beautiful day." Dick came into their room accompanied by Bruce and Cass. Why was everyone here? "Timmy you look so cute!" Dick took out his phone to take pictures. Tim glared at him but unfortunately that didn't stop him.

"Father." Damian turned to Bruce. "This is my new pet, Marinette has named it Batchick." That chick did look a lot like Bruce when he was Batman. He had a permanent scowl on his face and the fact that Marinette made it a little cowl didn't help at all.

Bruce sighed, "Damian you're not allowed to get more animals." Damian scowled at his father.

"What kind of nonsense is this father? Batchick is my child, part of the family."

"That's not how it works."

"Well it sure as hell worked for you when I jacked your tires, B." Jason, who somehow had eggs with him now, said.

Bruce grunted "It's different."

"Jace, why do you have eggs with you?" Jason smirked and threw an egg on Tim. It landed on his head.

"Jason! What the hell!?"

"It's the same thing! You're just gonna discriminate against the eggs because they're not alive!?" He threw another egg. "I didn't expect you to be the discriminating kind Replacement." Jason was sure having fun with this. Just wait till he's untrapped.

"Master Jason, please refrain from wasting food." Alfred was here too now.

Batchick was now brooding in Bruce's hair. Huh? Chicks could brood? Bruce pinched his nose.

"Why can't this family be normal?" He sighed deeply. He truly looked like a tired dad.

"You threw normal out of the window when you decided to become a crime fighting furry." Dick said, looking at him pointedly. Bruce sighed again.

"I am pretty sure you all have other work than gawking at me like I am an exhibition." Tim deadpanned.

"But you look so cute, mon canard." Marinette kissed his nose and Tim short circuited. "Look! You all have your own chicks now!" And surely there were chicks representing all of them.

There was a chick which had a small cape attached to it and was pecking everyone. Not the sweet loving pecks, the hard ones that hurt. It was definitely Damian.

There was one that was looking inside Tim's coffee cup and had a small domino mask like his own. (Marinette hated his cowl) It was also the one that was being targeted by Damian's chick. It was him, Tim was sure.

And there was a chick who wasn't saying anything but observing them all with curious eyes. It also had a small bat logo. That was Cass.

Then there was a chick with a red egg but it actually had small holes poked in it for vision. It was running away while a chick with a small blue bird logo chased it while trying to stop Tim's and Damian's chick from fighting. Dick and Jason.

Tim had to admit that it was adorable.

"Father! I would like to keep all these chicks with me."

"Damian, no."

"Try us!" They all chorused.

"I'll cut off your money."

"I literally work as your Co-CEO, Jason is a crime lord, Marinette is a world famous fashion designer and Damian could probably set up a pet cafe. And Cass does ballet. We don't need your money."

"Wait, am I supposed to handle Bruce all by myself?" Dick was stressing even more now.

"Well, you don't have to."

".....we can move to Blüdhaven together."

"My children don't like me anymore."

"Well, technically I am not your child." Marinette pointed out.

"You're gonna marry Replacement one day, and I am pretty sure Bruce has already mentally adopted you." Jason said, shrugging.

"Bold of you to assume I won't marry Cass instead." Cass and Marinette high fived.

Tim frowned. "I feel strangely betrayed. I let you put little chicks over me."

"So? Cass is far superior." Cass winked at Marinette.

Bruce just sighed. Why was this his life.

[kazzykatt]

Fun at Night

"You know when... When its late at night and your brain begins to disconnect little by little while your body is shutting down but you’re not that tired so you mess with your phone or just stare at nothing for hours?"

"Chris... I have no idea what you just say... How the hell did you say all that on one go?"

Both brothers had the habit of spending summer nights under the stars, lying once more in some pasture lost in nowhere. The temperature was perfect to sleep without problems, cool breezes moved the grass, the sky painted with a few clouds in the distance, the sound of the leaves moving was soothing. There was no moon that night but it didn't matter, the stars were enough.

They lay side by side, Martin more asleep than his brother, who seemed to be having another sleepless night. He turned, moved his arms, watched videos on his creature pod; anything but trying to sleep. The wind blew. A couple of hours passed, Chris still unable to sleep. He sat on the grass and looked at the time: 2:13, it was still quite early. He turned to where his brother was. Lying with his arms crossed and one leg more stretched out than the other, he looked quite relaxed...

"Martin" spoke the youngest, "are you still awake?" The blonde made a face without opening his eyes, letting out a small sigh.

"Martin"

"..."

"Martin"

The oldest opened his eyes kinda annoyed "What?"

"Are you awake?" Chris asked innocently, trying to hide a malicious smirk. Martin rolled his eyes and sighed.

“I am now... what’s wrong? You can’t sleep?" Chris shook his head "Hmmm, what do you want to do then?" he asked yawning and rubbing his eyes. Chris was thoughtful for a moment.

"Weeell it's only two o'clock, we have time to do something fun" he said smiling childishly.

"Something fun? Like looking at nocturnal animals?"

"Nah, more fun"

"Play hide and seek with the super suits?"

"Nooo, more fun"

Martin laughed "I give up, what's your idea of ​​fun?"

"You know, that." Chris pointed away. In a mountain not so far away, several lights could be seen coming from a small town.

"Aaaah, I see ... you want to harvest eyes" he looked at Chris who was smiling and nodding happily. "Very well"

Martin got up followed by his brother and they both walked towards Tortuga. They grabbed their suits and some discs as well as the speeder bike and headed into town.

"Remember Chris, try not to stain your clothes with blood like last time or you’ll scare the team"

"Yes, yes, I know. Better take care of yourself "

"Me? Why?"

“Jimmy almost found out where you got the meat from. He told m he saw an arm in the warehouse freezer... Don't make that scared face, I've been manipulating him these months to convince him that he was seeing things."

"Is that why it was so weird?"

Chris nodded "we have to collect less meat."

"But it tastes so Good..." Martin pouted. "Maybe I should make more barbecues to finish it faster."

"Oh! good idea."

They kept talking and laughing the rest of the way. Once they got to town, they started their adorable little game: Harvest Eyes . Whoever got the most eyes would win, extra points if they kept nerves connected and had little blood. Those people sleeping peacefully in their corner of the world couldn’t see the smiles of complicity on the faces of both brothers.

It was gonna be a fun night.

[soysaucevictim]

“todo da vueltas como un carrusel”

(See warnings/summary on Ao3. The violence definitely escalates here, this is the last chapter before the epilogue!)

<Prologue/Start>

Chapter 8: Artillery

“Okay, spill. What were you talking about back there?”

“Weeell, what if I told you it felt like being in two places at once! Probably would be a major head-trip for humans. But like, Jude really is a piece of my own heart!”

Remus’s flippant mention of humans still unsettled Roman, despite not being one to talk. “What are you rambling about?”

“I saw through its eyes and, BOY, that shit was fun.”

“… why?”

“Did’ja see Steve in the crowd?”

“… yes?”

“As soon as Steve noticed it, he completely forgot about the event and came charging at it. It was HILARIOUS.”

Remus pointedly waggled his eyebrows, emphasizing that word.

Roman chose to ignore it, “I guess I should be grateful for the decoy…”

“In between rage fueled huffs, he totally thought Jude was ME. Screaming ALL of the obscenities and making some of the nearby families clasp their kids’ ears at the audacity. It helped that I told Jude to stay hidden from the ‘normal people’.”

“Okay, that is pretty funny. So what did it look like Steve was screaming at?”

“Oh, just a Jasmine character actor. Ended about as well as you’d expect. The outburst had security haul his ass out of the park, ripping off his bib and EVERYTHING. It did take like five quarterback-sized dudes to do it though…”

Roman nodded as Remus continued, “They also saw how he was packing heat aaand I think he’s banned for life now from setting foot in the Happiest Place On Earth! They had to call the cops! Too bad the boys in blue were too incompetent to get a bead on him. Who knew how slippery that fucker could be?”

“So, he’s still at large and even more pissed off about us?”

Remus nodded entirely too eagerly, “El hijueputa was definitely a string-pull away from unraveling like Oogie Boogie! But hey, Jude totally let me Feed on that shit show!”

At that point, Remus was doubled over, cackling while relating everything to Roman.

-

For the time being, Remus’s little creation did allow his family to breathe. Remus leisured in regaling Jude’s adventures in leading Steve on a wild goose chase.

Remus recalled it some of the time, holding off from prancing about, causing chaos around him. He said he just liked to be able to experience the ocean the way he felt he was meant to.

Roman tried to find little ways to Feed himself. While he was grateful his own Hunger wasn’t so violent, it did take far more creativity on his part to sate. Roman was nevertheless wary.

A warranted worry, when he started hearing intermittent screams coming from his neighborhood. He noticed intermittent and animated conversations held between the neighbors outside. It was strange because whenever he had the chance to check, Remus was actually asleep through all of it, if in the middle of tossing and turning.

One time, Roman took a walk by one of the conversations, “… you had one of those too!?”

“I have no idea why I was in a boat, I get way too seasick for that–”

“Yeah. Getting knocked around like a drenched rag doll sucked.”

“Did you guys see something in the water too?”

“You mean the tentacles!?”, they collectively shuddered.

Roman pretended he was just listening to his mp3 player and walked along.

It was getting bad when he heard his mom being one of the people waking up screaming. For as long as he could remember, she never had an episode quite like this.

“Mamá!?”, Roman dashed toward his parents’ room.

When he got there, his dad was already attempting to help her calm down. It took awhile for her to get control over her breathing again. She eventually spoke, “It’s-it’s okay. Just a bad nightmare, you two. Thanks for the concern.”

He thought about Janus’s warning. He felt a different kind of restlessness that simply knew Remus was responsible for it.

Later that day, when they were alone, Roman pulled his brother aside. “We need to talk.”

Remus looked at him confused, “About what?”

“I think… your Horror has been going around giving the neighborhood nightmares!”

“Sounds like fun!”

“No! Not when you got to Mom too.”

Remus gave him a shrug, “So that’s why my Lair’s been a little... roomier. I wish I was actually aware of that happening.”

“I-I don’t want our parents hating us.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it, Robro.”

“Why!?”

“Don’t you think they would’ve kicked us out by now… or worse, if that was going to happen?”

“W-well…”

“Sometimes I don’t get why they haven’t, though. We are pretty dangerous, after all. Humans are weird.”

Roman shivered again, “… do you even care about them? Us?”

Remus’s tone suddenly became piercing, “DON’T. Test. Me. With. THAT.”

Roman immediately regretted questioning him, “I-I’m sorry. I just– worry…”

-

The early part of the school year meant many things for the Espinozas.

One of those things being Carrie and Vic’s anniversary. While the twins were in high school, their parents had started to entrust the two to handle themselves on the occasion. They would often have a night out somewhere a little fancy, while the twins did other things.

This year was different in the palpable unease over the separation. Roman and Carrie were the most worried, wanting to keep the ranks close. They wanted to make it a quaint dinner at home. Vic and Remus convinced them that they needed this, now more than ever.

The twins took off before their parents did, to have some fun at a nearby major climbing gym. It was open late and they arrived after sundown. Roman wanted to trounce some of the members there at the wall and Remus simply enjoyed watching his brother decimate pretty much everyone there. So what if he had a clearly unfair advantage as a dragon. It was a small miracle that he didn’t get them too angry to tolerate them.

Roman felt like he had a pretty good Feed while there, “Thanks, Rem.”

“I woulda suggested something like the Aquarium of the Pacific tonight but–”

“I– didn’t want to be too far away from home.”

“I know, I know.”

“You think they’re enjoying themselves?”

Remus shrugged, “I’d rather not think of our parents getting all lovey dovey, thanks.”

“Fair point, excuse me while I vomit a bit into my own mouth at that thought.”

Their parents told them when they were going to leave that night. Nearly a couple hours later, Roman got fidgety, “I-I think we should go back, now…”

The twins almost lost track of the time, Remus especially. Even though he didn’t seem too worried, he didn’t fight over it, “Okay, fine.”

When they did return, at first somewhat relieved that the car wasn't in the driveway. But when they noticed the front door was left slightly open, they knew something was wrong.

Roman stepped closer, asking vainly, “¿U-upe?”

The picture got worse once they entered. The place was trashed. There were things knocked over, dents left in the walls, and cracks in the kitchen tile floor. There was a struggle. Roman frantically looked around to find their parents or any indication of what even went down here.

He dashed to the kitchen counter top, noticing something. Remus followed, confused, “What’s up?”

“Look,” Roman grabbed a crumpled note and unfolded it.

It took Roman only a second to read it. He gasped, “O-oh God.”

Remus frowned as he read too, “ORANGE VILLA HIGH SCHOOL GYM. I HAVE YOUR FAMILY.”

Roman was thrown into a panic, “Fuck-fuck-fuck–”

Remus grabbed his brother by the shoulders, “Let’s just GO.”

Roman collected himself and nodded.

-

It was well past the open hours of the campus, once they arrived.

There were few lights on for the skeleton crew still working there. Roman knew something was wrong as every security camera looked obliterated. Remus on the other hand was just scowling, single-mindedly storming toward the gymnasium.

Some lights were shot out. Remus remained unfazed by the low light, as Roman followed close.

They were in the last hallway toward the gym entrance when they saw blood. A lot of blood. And a body.

Roman stared at it, “I-I’m going to be sick…”

Remus approached it, “I didn’t like Mr. Wells. But he didn’t fucking deserve this.”

It was one of the janitorial staff, shot dead. Without another word, the twins took off into the gymnasium.

The first thing they honed in on was the sound of muffled distress across the court. A pair of people bound and gagged back to back in a couple chairs.

Roman shouted, “NANAY!”

Remus shouted simultaneously, “PAPÁ.”

They weren’t thinking about the danger, until they heard a gunshot and the bullet buried itself inches from their feet. The muzzle flash had come from one of the higher bleachers.

They stared at the gunman. Steve Silverhammer stood there with an intense look of cold anger, readying another shot.

“GOOD. YOU’RE FINALLY HERE. I WAS GETTING IMPATIENT.”

Roman looked at his parents and back at Steve, “Why couldn’t you leave them alone!? They’re just–”

“HUMANS? NO. THEY’RE JUST BAIT.”

Steve fired another shot.

Their mom screamed under the gag, it was clear that she was hit but not where. That was the final straw. Roman saw red as he ran up to Steve about to do what he should’ve done last time. He readied his claws, bounded forward, and managed to land a deep slash across Steve’s chest.

Steve was prepared for that, despite wincing. As Steve evaded further blows, Roman saw the massive pile of pins sitting nearby. Roman lost his focus and froze. Steve gave a short laugh, slamming the rifle stock hard into Roman’s face, making him tumble down to the court’s floor.

Before Roman could get back up and reorient, Steve grabbed several of the pins and threw them all around the court. Roman was a sitting duck, again paralyzed by Steve’s blasted curse, as Steve took aim.

Remus was incensed, he growled like a feral animal and clenched his own fists white. Jude appeared before them, just in time to float into the line of fire.

Another shot.

Jude let out an unearthly screech but it was still able to move and take Steve’s attention. Long enough for Remus to start hunching over, breathing heavily.

Roman could barely get his mouth to work, his jaw flaring in pain and still fixed by his curse, “R-Rem?”

When Remus looked up, his eyes flared green and he smiled with incredible ferocity. The smile started to distort and lengthen in ways it shouldn’t be able to. His teeth seemed to sharpen. Roman saw how much larger the superimposed image of Remus’s Horror was and its tentacles rapidly swept up the pins on the court.

Before anyone could ask. Remus’s mouth opened up into a giant maw, consuming many of the offending distractions in one fell swoop.

Remus’s mouth closed like a zipper and his parents’ eyes widened at the display. With no delay, he shot a humongous tentacle out to grab Steve. The move knocked the rifle from Steve’s grip and it clattered into the bleachers.

Roman had the opening to run toward their parents.

As Remus slowly started to crush Steve, Roman took the gags off their parents. He frantically looked over his mom to find out where she was hit.

Carrie stammered, sucking in breaths to deal with the pain of her wound, “I-It’s okay… he just– he just–”

She glanced down at one of her legs, blood pooling around it. It didn’t take long for the two of them to realize the shot landed in one of her shins. It wasn't clear how bad the injury was, in that moment. Roman growled as she continued, wincing in pain, “I-is Remus going to–?”

Vic, the sweet man that he was, pleaded to Steve, “Your family provides well for you and-and– what would–”

Somehow, Steve was able to rasp sharply as Remus was squeezing him, “What makes you think I give a shit about them? No matter how many Beasts I've slain, they NEVER believed me.”

Remus’s face twitched as he slammed Steve into the opposing bleachers with enough force to cave them all in. Remus couldn’t stop, not that he wanted to. The violence and thrill of it put him in a trance. Remus continued to slam him repeatedly into the ever enlarging crater.

It almost completely distracted Carrie from her pain, as Remus threw Steve into the scoreboard on one of the gymnasium's wall. It was with enough force to dent the metal case and crack the plexiglass elements. When Steve became unresponsive, he limply fell out of it and landed on the court’s floor with a sickening thud. He was basically pulp, making both their parents avert their eyes for a moment.

Remus moved onto tearing the place apart, his Hunger overriding any awareness of what he was really doing. He tore down one of the baskets with the backboard and some of the supports that attached it to the ceiling. Said supports showing signs of corrosion damage that certainly wasn’t there before. He threw it into the intact set of bleachers causing debris to explode in all directions.

Vic gasped.

Roman was too focused on trying to free their parents and worrying about their mom to comment.

Remus continued his rampage, filling the space with distracting cacophony.

After a few beats, Steve started to twitch and convulse.

Carrie noticed and struggled to be loud enough to get anyone’s attention, “R-Roman. Roman. Ro–”

Remus wasn’t paying attention when the remaining pins were flung every which way. Nor did he notice when Steve’s rifle was thrown toward Steve.

“Roman. ROMAN.”

Steve sluggishly reached for the gun, still horrifically mangled.

“What? I’m almost d–”

Carrie screamed, “TURN AROUND!”

Roman turned around and saw Steve. He was still extremely broken, shaking as his body slowly started to recover from Remus’s beating. He had just enough reset bones to be in the middle of pulling out another round from his pocket and reloading the gun.

Roman cursed that Remus didn’t destroy all of the God-forsaken pins. If not for them, Roman would have been quicker to react. It may’ve been because he was getting hungrier or the fact there were fewer around, but this time he did manage to start clawing his way toward Steve.

Vic screamed, “REMUS. STEVE HE’S–”

Steve made the split second decision to aim at Remus this time. Gun braced near his face, the aperture swaying, Steve let loose a breathy but crazed laugh, “I… can’t… let...”

Steve squeezed the trigger once and then twice when it didn’t fire. Despite the stall, there wasn’t enough time to react once another bang was heard. Remus froze.

The explosion was bigger.

The explosion was wrong.

The gymnasium rang, before becoming deathly quiet.

Remus blinked, desisted and patted himself down. He was baffled why he wasn’t–

The silence was interrupted by Carrie making some dry heaves.

Once the dazzle of the explosion wore off, Roman saw it.

Everyone saw it.

Steve was entirely unrecognizable.

Steve wasn’t moving anymore.

Steve wasn’t breathing at all.

The twins stared at him while their parents had turned around.

The twins blinked at the bloody mess that used to be Steve, smeared across the wall.

The twins saw the rifle. It burst apart at the loading chamber. Misfire.

The silence dragged.

The silence ended when they heard the sound of someone frantically running toward the gym.

It was Janus, panting as they looked at the scene in front of them.

“A-are any of you hurt?”

Remus started cackling, “Are you kIDDING ME!?”

Everyone was taken aback, including Janus, “Care to elaborate, little sea monster?”

“It’s like crushing a fly that had the sheer fucking AUDACITY to piss you off. I feel fucking GREAT.”

The twins realized there was an absence of feelings that they should be having, while their parents sat there lost in shock. Janus cleared their throat to speak again, eventually pointing at the corpse under the scoreboard, “We really must take our leave, before this place crawls with Heroes. Come, I’ll take you and your… parents to aid them someplace safe. I’ll clean that up shortly too...”

The twins nodded as they carefully ushered their freed parents along.

His family’s touch seemed to spur Remus to smile back at them in a way that looked actually human. Despite none of them coming away from the ordeal unscathed, Roman was glad they could save their parents.

Between the twins, they made the unspoken promise to protect them ever more fiercely.

-

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[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Story time! 

So, last night, like really late last night, I was talking to a friend of mine about Embers and some struggles I’m having with the plot. Because I want to make it credible. And my friend doesn’t watch/read BC, but since the story itself is more around the characters and not the canon plot, she essentially told me “okay walk me through it”. 

And I started talking about the (political) complications that exist between Fuelara, and she started asking about the power dynamics of Clover. First I had to try to explain why there are multiple “royal families”, but I ended up with saying “I don’t really know”. Which was followed by her asking “why is there two kings? Like I get that one of them is ‘a magic king’, but what’s the point? Does the other king not have magic?” 

So, after a while of telling her about Augustus her reaction was essentially: “I can’t believe this king hasn’t been overthrown/assassinated/made to disappear”. 

The end result: she asked me to tell the name of the anime so that *she could start reading/doing some research* because *there should be no reason why people tolerate a king such as him*. 

Also the following was said:

Her: “Oh? So the magic king has political influence too?”

Me: “Well, paperwork finds its way onto his desk, while I don’t think Augustus even has a desk...”

Her: “I feel bad for [Julius]! He has to deal with all that work all by himself!”

Me: “Weeell... Actually, he runs off every chance he gets, which is why [Marx] is stuck with the paperwork...”

Her: “...Poor [Marx!] He needs a raise!”

I hope that you found this as funny as I did 😂

[le-average-ghost]

Ghost Hunting Trip gone wrong

        Steven sighed happily as he sat on his couch with his cup of hot chocolate. After working nonstop for a whole week he finally had time for himself. Shane and Ryan weren’t here to bother him since they went off on their ghost adventure, Ryan messaged him if he wanted to go with them; he responded with, Hell no. Tonight was Steven's night. He loved the guys but he needed time for himself every now and then. Tonight was perfect, his apartment was basked in the warm light of his table lamp which made the apartment feel cozy. He had his blanket on his lap and felt so damn comfy. Steven proudly raised his cup up high, A toast to me and a relaxing eve-BANG BANG BANG!

“Holy shit!”

        Steven whipped his head behind him to the door, he sighed dejectedly at the drops of hot chocolate that spilled but made his way to the door quickly. He was greeted with Ryan’s wide terrified eyes. He was shivering, but he still gave Steven a small smile.

“Mind if I come in?” Steven didn’t think twice and hurriedly guided him inside. He picked up the fallen blanket as Ryan made his way to the couch.

“There is some hot chocolate on the table man, drink up” He covered him with the blanket, and grabbed a random chair to sit across to Ryan. Steven gasped once he was face to face with him. The man looked terrible, the light illuminated the dried blood stains on his grey shirt and bruises on his body and face.

“What the fuck happened to you!” He saw them leave to do their investigations many times and they never came out bloodied and bruised. Ryan huffed a laugh.

“I don’t think you’ll believe me to be honest”

“Try me”

Ryan looked down at his cup, “You’re gonna think I’m crazy”

“Ryan please, I need to know who did this to you so I can call the poli-”

“You can’t!”

“Why?”

Ryan’s hands began to shake, “They won’t believe you”

“For god's sake, Ryan then tell me please”

“Shaneisademon”

“What?”

Ryan quickly raised his head, “Shane is a demon”

                                                      …….……..

      Trees loomed over them as they made their way through the forest, Ryan could barely see the sky as the pair walked forward. The crunching of dirt pounding Ryan’s skull everytime as he and Shane walked further into the forest. They would be surrounded by total darkness if it wasn’t for the flashlights he brought with them, Ryan was grateful he double-checked his inventory before leaving. He knew Shane would not have reminded him just so he could see him freak out like the dick he is, speaking of the skeptic he turned his head around to see him looking at his surroundings.

“Are you sure we are going the right way Ryan?”

He sighed, “Yes Shane, the map showed that there is a bridge that leads to the campsite”

“Once we find that we’re set”

He hummed in agreement but he was still not convinced. Shane looked around to find a squirrel at least to ease his boredom.

“So the campsite is supposed to be haunted by some child ghost amirite?”

“Yes, I read that she wanders the campsite to look for her family, campers have reported sightings of a little girl in a white dress walking around”

“They also have reported their tents moving and saw small handprints on them”

“That could just be the wind?”

Ryan gawked at Shane’s attempt to debunk it, “Then how did the handprints get on the tent”

The man shrugged, “Could be an animal”

“The hands literally had five fingers, it couldn’t be an animal”

“Many people perceive smudges based on what they want to see like the Rorschach test”

“What about the tents moving violently, it couldn’t be caused by an animal”

“It could be just the wind Ryan or bears”

Ryan groaned at his friend's skepticism, “Are there even bears here?”

Shane smirked, “Well if we do make it to the campsite-”

“We will”

“As I said ‘if’ we do make it do you think the ghost will join us for some smores?”

“We are not eating smores with a ghost”

Ryan’s heart skipped a beat when they both heard a twig snap. He instantly looked behind him to find the source of the noise.

“What was that?”

Shane rolled his eyes, “It's probably an animal”

“You’re right I think I am just paranoid”, the dirt path began to slowly get replaced by wood. Ryan was ecstatic.

“Shane we’re finally at the bridge, we’re almost there”

“Finally”

The pair continued to walk forward, the air felt tense, Ryan didn’t know why. The river looked void of color due to the darkness in the forest. His blood went cold when he saw several figures on the bridge, one of them wearing a cloak.

“Shane do you see-see what I see”

“Yeah it looks like we stumbled to party”

“I don’t like this”

“It’ll be fine, let's just ignore them”

Ryan just nodded and continued to walk forward, as they got closer he saw 4 people on the bridge, 3 men and one woman. They looked fairly normal except the blonde man wearing the cloak. He continued to walk forward until they moved in front of them. Shane raised his eyebrows at the man with the cloak.

“Excuse me sir but you’re in our way,” The blonde didn’t say anything but the raven-haired man on his right spoke up.

“You’re going to the campsite right?”

“Yup”

“I’m sorry but we can’t allow you to go onward, for your own sake I suggest you leave?”

Shane scoffed, “I didn’t hear the campsite was owned by you guys, we’re just here to find some demons or ghosts”

The group's eyes widened, the ashen blonde in the cloak just stared unblinkingly.

“Shane!”

“What?”

Ryan was confused,_ What the hell are these guys doing here?_

       He doesn’t like where this is going. Shane is stubborn, so he won’t back down so easily. He needs to end this nonsense. His thought was caught short when he heard the thumping from the wooden bridge. He quickly turned around and saw no one. I don’t like this. Ryan cleared his throat, beads of sweat falling down his forehead.

“I am sorry for my friend, we’ll be leav-”

“No No Ryan I don’t think so,” Shane smiled innocently,

“Listen guys, we’ll just go on our merry way and you guys will continue fucking around like the edgelords you are” He looked at each and every one of them.

“Ok? And we will pretend this never happened c’mon Ryan”

  Shane’s efforts to go on were thwarted when the men beside the blonde quickly grabbed his arms, his face met the hard wooden floor.

“Shane!”

He tried to move but he felt piercing heat from the men holding him as if they were burning his arms.

“It’s fine Ryan, run”

    Ryan’s heart was beating out of his chest, he tried to move but he couldn’t. His throat was dry, and all he heard were his rapid breathes. He needed to run and get help. The man took off his hood showing his long messy hair and was met with a mocking smile. He gulped.

“We tried to warn you..”

     He finally felt movement in his legs, adrenaline was kicking in and was ready to get the fuck outta here but the footsteps behind him began to rapidly move toward him. Before he could react he felt a large weight make contact with his head. His vision grew fuzzy and the world was spinning, he was losing balance, he was deaf to hear his friend yells or the orders the cloaked man was saying as he fell forward. The world around him went dark before he could say anything.

                                                         …..…… 

_Well this is unfortunate _

       Shane didn’t think those guys would be able to put up a fight but they proved him wrong. They kicked his ass, and now he is on the ground of some sort of jail cell. He tried to move but he realized his legs were chained together, his hands were handcuffed as well.

_Lovely. _

       He moved his head to look at his surroundings. He saw the dark brown walls outside of the cell, and a black desk with a gold star on top of it. Shane concludes that he is in a sheriffs’ office with a jail cell, how did they even get here? He looked around to see if Ryan was somewhere around here, but he wasn’t here. Anxiousness began to fill his heart at the thought that something might have happened to him, they might argue on the paranormal every now and then but he is a good friend. He will miss the short man greatly if he dies, but he won’t let that happen. Shane’s pant pocket felt heavy at the thought of his trump card if he does this everything will-

“You’re awake”

He turned around to see the raven-haired man from the bridge. This time he was wearing a cloak.

He must think he looks so cool. He couldn’t help but sit up and smile.

“Weeell helloooo bridge buddy what brings you into my domain?” The man sighed at his amazing british accent, he should feel honored, he doesn’t do this to everyone.

“Do you ever stop?”

Shane smirked “Nope, and I don’t think I owe you an apology since I’m stuck like this”

The edgelord didn’t respond, the man he must be great at parties. “So buddy, do you mind enlightening me on where am I? And why am I here?”

“Have you heard of cults?”

Shane’s eyebrow rose at the sudden question.

“Of course, pretty interesting stuff to be honest. I always found it interesting how devoted cultists are to their beliefs. To each their own.”

Now that he looked at the man, Shane realized he looks pretty young, probably 21 years old and is extremely pale. Gives vampires a run for their money.

“Well by your getup I can presume you and your buddies are part of this cult yourself”

The man chuckled, “Yes, and to answer your question we’re in an abandoned sheriffs’ office”

“How did you guys even find this place?”

“Beyond the campsite if you walk even deeper in the forest there lies a destroyed town, that is where we conduct our activities”

Shane’s eyes grew wide at this revelation

“What seriously?!”

“So that's why you wouldn’t let us go by, you didn’t want us to ruin your little gathering”

“I saw you two as a nuisance and that we should kill you two but our leader told us that there was an opportunity was presented”

“Oh, you mean the blond guy?”

“Yes and I have to thank you because we don’t have to sacrifice one of our own”

Shane’s stomach twists at the word, “sacrifice”

_ This is bad _

The raven-haired man laughed mockingly at Shane’s silence,

“Wow if I had known this would shut you up I should I have said it from the beginning”

“This is a load of crap, your sacrifice won’t work all you’re doing is wasting time”

“I disagree it is the perfect time for us to open hell’s gate and release Sonneillon into the realm?”

Shane’s heart began to race, but he couldn’t stop his giggles from coming out in response to this guy’s audacity to gloat about summoning a demon.

“What’s so funny?”

“Sorry it’s just so stupid, you guys are going to regret doing that”

“I thought you were a skeptic”

“Yeah I am but I know a stupid idea when I here one”

“If the sacrifice doesn’t work, you will be next”

“That is a mistake buddy, I don’t taste great”

“It is a shame though, I really wanted to see the sacrifice of your friend”

Shane glared at the cultist

“But I will be glad to see your sacrifice if you truly believe the ritual won’t work”

“Prepare to be disappointed”

        Shane heard the loud knocks on the door and the edgelord went to go see who was there. He quickly returned.

“Sorry to cut this conversation short but I am needed to go on patrol, it was a displeasure to talk to you ummm”

“Shane”

“Right, but I won’t be far so if you do escape you won’t go far”

        The edgy cultist made his way to the door, but Shane couldn’t bear it anymore. His stupid curiosity is getting the better of him.

“Ok, but can you answer me one thing?”

“What?”

“You never told me your name”

“Why should I?”

“Well if this will be the last time I see you and your cult buddies I might as well know your name”

Shane laid down, he is pretty sure he lost feeling in his legs,

“You were too busy monologuing”

“It is Oliver”

“Well Oliver let me promise you something if this demon does rise from the depths and attacks Ryan”

Shane clicks his tongue, “You will not come out of this alive, I will make sure of that”

“Ha! Like you are capable of doing that.”

“You’ll be surprised, that's about it, go out and waste your night like the other lunatics here”

“Hmph”

Shane didn’t see him leave but the door slam was evident enough.

_ This is such a pain. _

      He was ready to make fun of Ryan, scare him and then go home and sleep but this threw everything off. He needs to stop these cultists fast but his hands are tied...or handcuffed? Shane huffed out a laugh at his own joke.

This leaves me no choice

     Shane moved his hands toward his right pants pocket and felt a round stone there. Thank god he wasn’t hallucinating. Those guys are fools for not emptying out his pockets. Sweat began to fall and his hands began to shake. He lightly held the stone in his hands and breathed slowly.

How long has it been since I have really let myself go

If he does this Ryan will never let him live this down, but he has to if not things will go down south fast. Shane hopes he can control himself this time.

The moon’s rays enter the cell making the stone on his hands shine brightly. His grip on the stone tightens.

“I hope Ryan doesn’t have a heart attack because of this”

All Shane feels now are the stones pieces piercing his hands as it shatters

                                                    …….…….

Ryan would be lying if he said he wasn’t scared shitless at these cultists chanting some sort of incantation as he was tied at the stake. He tried to move again to see if the gods of fortune smiled upon him but it was futile. He is worried about Shane and hopes he found a way to escape.

He turned to the cultist on his right

“You don’t have to do this, just let me go please”

The cultist didn’t respond, their chants began to grow louder and felt his heartbeat beating out of his chest.

This is where I die

  �� He looks at the circle they made, he would be impressed by how intricate it was if his life wasn’t on the line. The trees were enveloped by the bright red glow of the circle as the incantation continued, he felt the ground shake side to side violently. Until he saw the red light shoot towards the sky, the cultist chants pounding his skull. He wanted to scream for help but it wouldn’t do anything.

 Ryan’s breath began to quicken as he saw claws come out of the circle they made.

The supernatural exists!

He would gloat but he was distracted by impending doom rising from the depths of hell. The demon lifted himself out, his large stature looking down at them. Its upper body looked sorta human other than the gem on its forehead but it looked like a spider from the bottom.

The ashen blond cultist let down his hood and yelled at the demon,

“Demon of Hatred we offer you this human as a gift from us to you, may we work together to bring the world into chaos”

It lifted his head to stare directly at Ryan, its black eyes staring into his soul. Ryan gulped, and began to move violently, he doesn’t care if it's useless he needs to feel like he is doing something. The monster smelled its fear and began to charge toward Ryan.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh-

The monster’s screech made Ryan open his eyes and saw it lay on the ground unconscious. He couldn’t see who knocked it down but he noticed that it had horns.

Another demon?

The figure disappeared and the cultists began to run away.

It's so fast!

One by one the cultists began to fall.

Holy shit!

     Their limbs were severed and left on the ground. The demon that saved him showed no mercy as he ripped apart the cultists. He saw the ashen blond leader take out his knife and run towards the demon, next thing Ryan knew the man stopped and blood began spewing out of his mouth as he looked at the claws that pierced him.

Ryan felt nauseous as he saw blood spraying everywhere from the figures attacks to the others.

More cultists began to attack him and Ryan looked in horror as it let the body fall and manifested fire from his palms.

It waited until it released a huge blast of fire toward its attackers.

      Ryan turned his head away from the scene but he was haunted by their terrifying screams. He felt the warm spray of blood hit him as he saw one of the cultists die in front of him, his thoughts were scattered about who this guy was and where he came from. Ryan felt the ropes loosen as he shook them off.

It might have been because of the attack

He can see the large spider demon rise in his peripheral and charge toward the horned smaller demon.

Watch out! Ryan tried to warn him but no sound came out.

It seemed the horned figure noticed the attack and leaped into the sky.

Are those wings?

The horned figure managed to land at its head. Fire burst from his palms towards its head jewel and heard the monster's loud roar.

    The monster swung its arm around to try to hit it but the figure was too agile. It landed on the ground and used its claws to tear the demon’s legs from its body. The monster lost its balance but managed to land the blow on the figure, launching it towards the trees.

Ryan’s body was shaking violently as he saw the demon slowly approach him.

It's hurt I can outrun it

But he couldn’t move.

Ryan heard a growl as he looked towards the forest.

The horned figure ran towards the demon and slashed another leg off.

The monster kneeled and the figure slowly approached it to deal with the final blow. The monster was engulfed by the figures' flames. The force of his attack knocked Ryan off his feet.

Ryan felt the heat of the flames around him and tried to approach the demon that saved him.

I must be crazy

The demon was staring at the body of the monster he tore apart, Ryan could see it’s dark wings between the flames that divided them. The demon turned around, and he saw the blood that was splattered on him during this whole massacre. His heart stopped when he got a good look at their face.

“SHANE?!”

[dragonotaku-justineverything]

AU where Jaune's family pet is Trico from The Last Guardian (Although, can Hera still exist in this AU. I'm sorry it's just I love the puggle wuggle so much...)

Honestly I’ve never played the game, but I do know who you’re talking about. I’m glad you love Hera so much!

I don’t know about a whole AU, since I don’t know much about the game,  but how about a small silly Hera thing instead?

*NON-CANON POST BELOW*

Pyrrha steadily walked up the path to Jaune’s, admittedly large, family Mansion sized house with a forest off to the right. Her boyfriend walking next to her on her left while holding her hand, and their baby girl walking on her right. “So Jaune, why were you so nervous about going home? Do you not want your family to meet me?” 

Jaune rubbed the back of his neck as they neared his home. “No no, nothing like that. It’s Hera I’m worried about.”

Hera looked up at her Papa when she heard her name. When he didn’t address her, she tilted her head in adorable confusion and looked forward again to watch where she was walking.

“Why? Are they not dog people?”

“Actually the opposite. They all love pets and animals, dogs especially.”

“Then what is it?”

“Well…the thing is that my family already has a pet. In the past he’s been kind of protective. Or possessive.”

Pyrrha let out a noise of surprise. “Oh! How so?”

“Weeell…he-”

Jaune didn’t to finish his sentence as a a noise crossed between a roar and a huff startled the three. As they had been talking, they had slowly been getting closer to the house. Now they were finally within range for the Arc family’s pet to both smell and hear Jaune. 

And it wanted to say hello immediately. Particularly by coming bounding out of the treeline next to the Arc house and barreled straight at Jaune.

Pyrrha readied her gear and herself thinking they were about to attacked by the stampeding beast.

Hera lowered her front down and started to growl deeply, readying to let loose a Roar at the charging beast.  

And Jaune…. raised his hands and started talking to it.

Trico! Trico! Stop! They’re friends! Friends!” Jaune’s frantic yells didn’t seem to have any affect on the beast as it’s charge lost zero speed. Jaune stood firm however and said in a very stern tone, “Trico! Heel!”

The beast finally seemed to hear him. It skidded to a complete stop three feet from Jaune and his outstretched hand.

Jaune smiled and lowered his hand. “Good boy.”

He turned around to see his girlfriend and their Puggle stilled in their defensive stances. “Hey, girls. You can calm down. This is Trico. My family’s Guardian. Told you he could be protective.”

Pyrrha was slightly reassured by her boyfriend’s calm manner. She slowly lowered her guard and Hera did the same, but still seemed to be glaring at Trico.

Pyrrha began walking towards Jaune. Trico let out a threatening growl and a “BOARK!” at them, only to be admonished by Jaune. 

“Trico no! Be nice. They’re nice.”

Trico whined, but fell silent regardless. The giant beast decided to walk forward and nudge it’s snout repeatedly against Jaune’s body. Jaune knew what that meant and he began to scratch all over Trico’s snout. “Awwww your still a good boy.”

The scratches didn’t last long. Trico’s loud ruckus was heard inside by Jaune’s family who came out to investigate. They smiled wildly when they saw it was their only son/brother scratching Trico like always. They all shouted over for them to hurry up and come inside, and Jaune did just that. He had to almost drag a bewildered Pyrrha with him, but Hera helped by nudging her Mama along.

A short time later after hellos and introductions, Jaune explained to Pyrrha how his family came to have Trico. Long story short, Jaune’s dad found the little guy when he was just a baby while on a mission. He was lost and scared so Nicholas brought him home. 

From then on, he cemented himself as a member of the Arc family. Out of all of them though, Trico and Jaune seemed to bond the most. They basically grew up together.

Trico was then properly introduced to Pyrrha and Hera. Pyrrha immediately warmed up to the big boy, giving him scratches on his head. She even tossed him a couple treat balls outside.

Hera on the other hand, was a little less open to Trico, and the Trico was the same in return. They didn’t growl at each other or fight, but they seemed to always be watching one another and did their best to show one another up. For example, Hera would gladly accept all the attention and doting Jaune’s sisters and mother would shower her with while Trico would hog Pyrrha’s attention by acting cute and doing tricks.

It wasn’t until they both were called over by Jaune while he sat in their big backyard and he began to pat and scratch the both of them at the same time that they began to get along. 

They actually had a lot in common. They both had a favorite toy, Hera’s being her red ball and Trico’s was an almost human sized custom doll with a big enough squeaker for him to use, their favorite kind of treat was bacon treats, and the both loved getting comforting and loving head pats from Jaune. 

That night, as Jaune and Pyrrha went to bed, Hera decided to sleep with Trico outside in his barn sized “dog house” to keep him company. 

And Trico very much appreciated it, curling around the fluffy girl as she laid against his side and they both slept peacefully through the night.

Hope this was okay. I don’t really know anything about Trico or “The Last Guardian”.

[anitaofsamothrace]

Black Jack for the "send me series" ask thing.

Thank you~

Since you didn't specify whether you meant manga, OVA or anime, I will try to encompass what I'm familiar with, aka manga and OVA.

Favorite character: hehe, who else could that be other than the star of the show himself, Kurō the man Hazama! Seriously, not only can he keep your attention as is, he can be many other things. He can be grim, goofy, sexy, dreamy and more!

Second favorite character: wasn't easy trying to decide on that, but this is what I'll say. Kiriko can be pretty cool. Yeah, that's it.

Least favorite character: the world of Black Jack isn't the happiest place. Can't just say "everyone but Black Jack and the closest people". I could say Pinoko, but it's actually the fandom that can be more annoying. She just doesn't know better. So, for my final guess, I chose Maria from OVA. Yep. And I don't see why Rokuro Makube is so popular either. (And can we please nuke the entire island of Sicily too?)

Character I'm most like: oh, weeell... Keeping to themselves, pensive most of the times, lonely... And immature at times. You guessed it, Black Jack and Pinoko.

Favorite pairing: ohohohoh, if you know me, you know that I adore Black Jack and Kei. I just do, what else do you need to ship?

Least favorite pairing: Black Jack and Pinoko. Ya heard me. She's a child, he's her guardian. Yes, she is a child. No, she did not learn about the world from inside her sister enough to become fully mature. Would you call such behavior mature? She's a freaking kindergartener who knows big words! And you wouldn't ship a mentally/physically disabled person with their able caretaker, right? Same here. The fact that she's in love with Black Jack doesn't make that pairing okay.

Favorite moment: several, actually. Such as, Black Jack pretending to be Dracula and getting "defeated" in the manga(yeah, you go, good guy!), Pinoko and Lesley singing a lullaby in the OVA (beautiful song, bizzare episode...), and last but not least, saying goodbye to Kei in the manga 😭(don't get me wrong, it was really sad, but it stuck with me, so it counts, right?) I could add much more though, the franchise is a golden mine.

Rating out of 10: 100000000/10. Okay, for real, the manga had its flaws, so did every other adaptation, but still, it is forgotten classic and the fifth most sold manga in the world. And honestly, no wonder. 7/10

[moonzcake]

Obey Me! SWD? #SummerFestival

“dear”?  Σ(O_O)

“Ofc, I am a strong gal”

Ur welcome

Well... yes?

Poor MC, rest a little

That gave me senpai vibes, too much anime bro  (oT-T)尸

I will let her rest  (´ ω `)

Weeell, muscles  (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

HE’S SO CUTE, GAH--

His body is full of muscles

BUT HIS FACE IS SO CUTE, WHAT R U DOING TO MEEEEE

Empty stomach = No energy

Again, I don’t know  why I choose this option

Everything for your smile  ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ

I wanna marry him-

Yesss ( ￣^￣)ゞ