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[threepandas]

Bad End: Comfort

She always came back, in the end.

Of course she did. He was stability. Safety. Comfort, in a world that took and took from her, forever demanding more. A choice she could always count on. The man that would always love her. And compared to that? Really, what could those boys, those rats, offer her?

Excitement? Wealth? "Adventure" or some paltry bits of power?

Ha.

Really, how disgusting and banal. Who did they think they were fooling? Their lustful eyes and covetous hands. Desiring what was not theirs to have. He really should kill them. It would solve so much. But ....ah, the last time he attempted that, she became so panicked. So upset. He could hardly bare it, seeing her tears. That confusion and fear upon her perfect face. He really shouldn't.

Too overt.

Perhaps he'll just frame them? Or pair them off, with those miserable tarts who pant after them like dogs. It could be good, to collect a few favors, here and there. They've proved useful before. Hmmm... What to do, what to do? She'll wake soon. He has to decide.

Every loop, he wakes first. By a few weeks at least. That once with the miserable little rat from the mages tower, non-withstanding. Oh, he thought he was so clever. Killing off his competition. Isolating her. Coveting perfection all to himself. But she showed him, didn't she? His Darling was so clever~! Broke free of those filthy chains and forced the loop to start again.

But, aah, she was so scared. So broken, for so long, after that. Not that he minded, of course! When he swore to love her always, til death do them part. He meant every word!

And they? Oh they will never die.

Can never. Not truely.

This "game" will never end. Not until she finds the "True" Ending. And he? As her beloved husband, her dearest comfort, her REAL one true love? Oh~ He will make SURE that never happens. Not now. Not ever. It's the first thing he does, these days. Each loop. No chances and no mistakes. Certainly no more near misses! Almost catastrophes. The man's already dead, after all. She'll NEVER find him. No matter how long she looks.

He came so close to losing her. Losing everything.

Never again.

She's not allowed to leave him. She can flit and fly, like a nervous bird, between the brutish fools who claim to love her. Loop after loop. Forever looking for something she won't find. Hurting herself, again and again, on their disgusting selfishness and shallow love. But she'll always come back.

Because they can't love her like he can. Don't know her like he does. Shallow, empty vessels. Selfish little boys. They scurry around like they are somehow important. Like their obnoxious braying is something significant. Repeating, again and again. Insipid and blank. Pathetic little props. Toys, who think they're men.

He knows. Knows, he's not her "type". That some part of her clever, clever mind sees him. Recognizes the danger. And truely... he's never been the most... masculine looking gentleman. It was once a source of discomfort. Unease. He was even? Dare he say, self conscious about it.

But... ah~ That was all before Her. Before this. Before the only things that truely mattered.

Now? He relishes his soft appearance. His non-threatening appeal. After all~, he is Comfort now. Safety. The place to lay her weary head. Rest her worn and battered heart. As the loops stretch on and on, out into infinity? Her cute little struggles get more desperate. Weaker. She grows more tired. Craves more comfort.

Isn't it wonderful, then? That I am here?

Perhaps he should pick up her favorite flowers. He could pretend to be lost. Visiting his aunt. She'll wake up soon. There's so much to do! To plan! Ah~♡ they never did go to the coast, last time. Perhaps they could go boating? Walk along the shore?

He's so glad he killed that wretched little duke! The man was getting entirely to comfortable. Putting his hands where the shouldn't be. Pretending to make her happy. Forcing her to smile like she was. His poor, poor Darling. It must have been suffocating! No doubt she'll need him desperately~

But don't worry, darling.

Your Husband is here.

He'll Always Be Here.

[joyousjoyfuljoyness]

Woo! I was mentioned in the Daily Kos!

I share daily Sprinkles of JoyousJoyness on Bluesky and Mastodon. Reposts of snippets of happiness!

[pespillo]

lets defy the prophecy by transitioning even more

[feralrabbitboy]

good evening to the post that indirectly inspired me to make will you please pass the milk please breakcore remix

car seat headrest fans when you tell them your favorite song is famous prophets (stars) and not a deleted song off the album 2 of will talking about how his relationship with his dad was ruined for 4 minutes and 46 seconds

[keferon]

The actual God is about to get involved haha

Also considering that I just adapted the G1 vault of sparks….I think Combaticons are also around here somewhere:D

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If you are confused about Ratchet stealing lanterns you need to read Monster Hunter part of the AU

[huyandere]

it's them 😭

[aki5478]

I did something ( o3o)

But in my native language, sorry

Mayblade 2025 - 22. Affection

Translation by the wonderful @adailytea, thank you very much, truly! ♡♡♡

Original on ao3

At the Neoborg complex, the morning began with the precision of a military clock. The training unit had been awake since before dawn. Cold lights flicked on in synchronized sectors, cameras rotated on their axes, murmured voices echoed off the concrete and steel walls. The building's hallways were silent that morning. All teams, veterans and rookies alike, were in position according to a strict schedule, with no room for even a breath out of line.

In a more secluded stadium, designated for the highest-ranking bladers, Kai trained with an obstinacy that bordered on self-destructive. Every movement was precise, every step measured, but his fingers bore small cuts, and his palms were already marked with dried blood. Not that he seemed to notice. Or care.

Boris was relatively distant, alternating between his own training and supervising a few rookies, but Dranzer’s direct strikes echoed loudly, so loudly he bet he could hear them even from the other side of the damn facility. He watched for a while, that blue blade almost ghostlike in the speed with which it weaved through the arena’s sharp, scattered obstacles. Sitting back on his heels, he observed Kai’s relentless drive with a touch of disdain, unyielding even in training.

In the cacophony of the training area, Boris found himself thinking how strangely Kai had remained with them, even after the recent events with Volkov. He had expected him to naturally drift back to them. But none of that happened, and every morning Kai was silently present in the corridors at the designated hours.

Boris was still watching him. They weren’t exactly friends. Nor rivals. Colleagues worked. Kai was the kind of person who always seemed on the verge of either disappearing or exploding, and Boris wasn’t sure what irritated him more: his constant indifference, or the fact that, despite it, and under very, very specific circumstances  - with strong emphasis on “specific” -, he was strangely reliable.

During a break, Boris got distracted for a moment, and a light cut traced across his face - more of a cosmetic scratch than a painful one, but enough to bruise his pride. In front of him, a trembling mass of a recruit on the verge of dissolving into panic was begging for forgiveness in shaky half-syllables. He cursed under his breath, doing his best to convince the boy that his death wasn’t nearly as imminent over such an unworthy scratch. Then he wiped it away with his sleeve. With a sigh, he turned his focus back to supervising. These brats needed to get their act together.

Kai was already seated not far away, quietly observing. Sweat dripped from his chin, and there were light scrapes on his hands and bare arms. He had felt the other’s gaze piercing into his back for at least five minutes. He didn’t care, really. It was incredibly common, especially from recruits. But not from Kuznetsov. Not him.

Rummaging through the pockets of his training pants in search of the beeping PDA, Kai found one of the many band-aids Max often gave him. A pink one, decorated with smiling little animals - probably penguins, or bunnies, or some other adorable and utterly ridiculous creature. He looked at it for a second. Then at Boris.

It was about time for a break, he had been there long before the first scheduled hour. With his own access card to the building's rooms, he often wandered in even before sunrise. With a relatively satisfied sigh and a subtle motion of his hand, Kai took Dranzer into his palm, fitting the rigid blue plastic between his fingers.

With slow steps and disinterested eyes, Kai walked toward Boris. There was a recruit nearby who looked about ready to faint, pale as a sheet of paper. Feeling the surface of the adhesive in his hand, Kai’s expression remained blank as he approached, his steps light as feathers. But Boris, still sweating and irritated, felt a faint chill of alertness.

“What?” he asked, suspicious.

Kai didn’t answer. He simply raised his hand and, without ceremony, stuck the band-aid over the scratch on Boris’s right cheek.

The touch was light. Quick. But strange.

Boris blinked.

“What the-?”

Kai shrugged, the corner of his mouth curling into an enigmatic nearly-smile.

“You’re bleeding,” he said, as if stating the most obvious fact in the world. Then, he headed straight for the exit as if nothing had happened.

Boris stood there, feeling the warmth of the colorful bandage on his face. He could swear he felt every eye on him - but no one said a word. Not Yuriy, who walked by with a water bottle and cast a curious glance. Not Sergei, who widened his eyes and then quickly looked away as if he hadn’t seen a thing. Not Ian, who swallowed a laugh before walking off.

—

Later, after his shower, Boris was leaving the locker room with damp hair, zipping up a hoodie. In the mirror, he noticed the bandage was still there—perfectly stuck, even after getting wet. It was stupid, but surprisingly good quality. He could take it off, of course. Maybe he should. But he didn’t.

That night, when he got back to the dorms, Boris threw himself onto the bed, grabbed his phone, and opened the front camera. He looked at the bunny-patterned bandage.

He smiled, just a little. Not really sure why.

Bonus

At night, Yuriy reviewed the daily reports with the silent patience of a commander used to handling an unstable object. Having Ian’s reports typed was a good thing, it solved the problem of illegible handwriting. The new problem was called cohesion. He’d have to make the dwarf take some remedial writing lessons.

The next report was Boris’s, sixteen pages for each recruit from the morning, along with a note about documents and access requests. Yuriy was reminded of earlier that day.

When Kai approached Boris with that ridiculous band-aid, Yuriy already knew something unusual was about to happen. And yet, the scene still caught him off guard.

Kai, from the height of his meticulous apathy, sticking a pink band-aid with smiling bunnies onto Boris Kuznetsov’s cheek. It was one of those images the brain archives simply because it doesn’t know how to process it. Kai’s enigmatic aura clashed violently with the childish tone of the band-aid - and yet, there was something genuine about it.

Later that evening, Yuriy knocked lightly on Boris’s door, a pair of documents in hand. He found him in a hoodie, a worn-out flannel cloth in his hands, probably polishing his gear.

“Still wearing the band-aid?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Boris frowned.

“So what?”

“Nothing. I just found it... curious.” Yuriy crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly, studying his friend.

“He just... saw I was cut and slapped that thing on. Didn’t even say anything. Kai’s weird.”

“Yeah,” Yuriy replied with a faint smirk. “But you didn’t take it off.”

Boris shot the captain a sideways glare, then turned his eyes back to the mirror.

“I forgot. I’ve been busy.”

Yuriy gave him a look that clearly said ‘Sure you forgot’.

Boris huffed, tossed the flannel cloth aside, and muttered something in russian that sounded a lot like ‘go to hell’. But Yuriy just handed over the papers and walked off, still smiling.

Deep down, he knew. Kai Hiwatari never did anything by accident. And Boris... well, he could have taken it off. But he didn’t.

Yuriy made a mental note. It wasn’t something to interfere with.

[batilenima]

Bruce is standing in front of a mirror, straightening the lapel of a midnight-blue suit jacket. The boutique is sleek and quiet, all warm lighting and the faint scent of cologne and new fabric. Selina's sprawled in a velvet chair nearby, twirling a silver bracelet between her fingers, legs crossed like she owns the place.

"Okay" she says, eyeing him. "I'm just saying. You've got a boyfriend now. A very talkative one, last I checked. Why am I still your go to shopping buddy?"

Bruce doesn't answer right away, he buttons the jacket, turns side to side, studying the fit.

Selina raises an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be dragging Clark in here? Let him watch you model those"

Still nothing.

She leans forward, teasing. "Come on, you two live together, he literally sees you in and out of every piece of clothing you own"

Bruce finally glances at her in the mirror. "Selina"

"What?"

He looks back at his reflection, adjusts the collar slightly. With Calm and flat voice he says:

"How many times have you heard Clark say something doesn't look good on me?"

There's a beat. Selina blinks, mouth opens, then shuts. She lets out a low laugh and leans back in the chair.

"Oh".

Bruce gives the faintest smirk.

"Yeah" Selina says, shaking her head. "He's hopeless"

Bruce unbuttons the jacket and reaches for the next one. "Exactly. I need honesty, not adoration"

Selina stands, brushing imaginary dust off her pants. "Well, you came to the right place, darling. Let's find you something that'll make him more speechless than what he already is going to be".

(Well, today I was buying some shirts and then this idea came to my head, and I really wanted to add Selina because I love her)

[pigeons-paintbrush]

basically the star sanses' dynamic. you guys are basically fighting the devil. why is jeff from accounting here

like its really cute that youre gonna ✨defeat him with the power of frendship✨ and all, but again, he is the devil. from the bible.

so.

[soniclowlightau]

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And it begins!! I am so excited for this comic to progress. I do hope you’ll all decide to read and stick around while I produce this over the next weeks and months!

Total time put into these four pages was 26 hours and 43 minutes! If you like Sonic and Shadow, you’ll like this comic and AU!

I also want to give another warning, but this comics rating is a bit above what would be PG-13 and will have some more mature humor/referenced topics and foul language. Please read at your own discretion.

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[asksonicverse]

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[yescking]

hey

[diminuel]

Never bet against Crocodile, Mihawk.

I've had this comic lying around for ages, but it's so long and I was lazy (as you can see. I only cleaned up some panels, while I redrew others... I might clean this up more later >w<)

Anyway. When I watched Film Red I was asked whether Crocodile would adopt Uta, sparing her from her dire fate. So here we are. I am committing the grave crime of stealing the Shanks and Buggy kid and giving her to Crocodile *lol* But she's got Buggy now, even though it might take him a moment to warm up to her.

(Mihawk probably assumes that Crocodile and Shanks hooked up. That'll keep him up at night for a while.)

Minor edits have been done~

[scurvyboy]

i like him, gunkle stan

[sirchik]

found