#bro is a chameleon or something

[peachgull]

That’s all one game btw

[doctor-disc0]

Lucien this is NOT a secure location why are you visiting me in the Mythic Dawn headquarters

[thereweredragonshere]

Pleeeease redesign the other fucks from the nine realms.

Oooo this was such a fun little project! Not a fan of the nine realms which is pretty standard within this fandom, but I do like the uh. Vibe. Of some dragons. The designs are always a miss apart from like. One or two.

Starting off with Thunder - species Night light:

Thunder being so night furyish makes little sense if we’re taking Toothless being the last night fury as canon. Either that mother fucker had the strongest genetics known to man, or dragons live for hundreds and hundreds of years, which considering httyd likes its realism(sometimes), I doubt is the case for a species like the night or light fury. So, I made his design lean way way more into being a light fury, but still making it clear that he is actually a night light.

Also, didn’t include any of the weird fucked up ‘evolution’ to the tail/wings/earnubs, because little short from it being a birth defect or cross breeding with a non-fury dragon (Which genetically speaking is 99.99% impossible) is absolutely NOT possible at all. 1000 years is fucking NOTHING for evolution. Maybe you’d get a slight gene change or something but you are not getting anatomical shifts that fucking visible in only 1000 years.

And anyway, the evolution Thunder supposedly went through is so stupid?? What’s the point of his wings’ surface area being decreased?? He can catch marginally less draft with those shit fuck wings??? And his PROPORTIONS OH MY LORDDD. He’s just inbred I have no other explanation. And his stupid fucking snout. Pugification of the night light. And I’m not even going to comment on the stupid ass tail there is literally no point. Why did they give him an aeroplane tail. They took one of the most recognisable features of the fury species and just fucked it. He can’t fucking shift air flow and change direction with that shit oml😭

Anyway moving on before this post just turns into a tnr night-light rant,

Feathers!!! - Species Featherhide (how creative)

Feathers is probably my favourite design from the canonical tnr dragons. I’m a massive fan of the parrot theme they went with!!! But one gripe I have is that she does seem just a bit too generic. She has pretty colours and some feathers on her head and tail. But like. That’s it. They didn’t really do anything else with the chameleon crap she’s got going on (for those who don’t know, her species has the same camouflaging ability as the changewings).

So, I went a lot more traditional reptile looking with her, and added way more feathers and general details to her design. I did consider making her eyes chameleon like, but it ended up looking a bit off. I like to think she scampers around and constantly licks her eyes, even though she’s perfectly capable of blinking.

Next up, Plowhorn - Species Gembreaker

I love love LOVE the beetle thing going on with her wings!!. It’s just incorporated into the design in such an awkward way😭 There’s so much space Beneath the beetle shell and her back, which makes them look glued on.

Anyway for the redesign I leaned more into the rhino theme they got going on, tough skin and big chunky face horns. (By the way- the placement of the horn on her face is SO off putting and I can’t quite explain why. It’s just. ????. Why is she an extremely scaly unicorn that got the pug treatment???) and I gave her ears cuz her canon design looks insanely bald.

I also attempted to un-derp her a bit. Cuz. I mean fucking look at her bro that shit is NOT scary😭

Neeeeeext is Wu & Wei - Species Mist Twister

The eastern zippleback

I really like the idea of half blue half red on this guy (I think it’s a he?), it makes for a cool Fire and Water theme.

My main problem with the canon design is how forced the colours kinda feel. Hard red to yellow to blue with a slight fade transition. Come on guys, incorporate your colours into the design!

Their heads as well. They’re just. Not nice to look at. The ends of their noses are making me incredibly uncomfortable. They look like spoon billed borzois

Anywho, I really enjoyed designing those guys!! Maybe I’ll do some of the other tnr dragons in the future lol

[razztazzel]

Thought it would but cute to revisit this old au of mines and give it some lore!

I’m really passionate about this au specifically because I LOVE sci-fi like ALOT… so I might make a lot of content of it… OFC Helios planet will still be going on trust

Non filtered version + lore ⬇��⬇️⬇️

LORE!!!

All the toons are aliens!!! On a completely different planet (exoplanet) about 4.2 Light years away from earth. The company, C.V. inc. aka Cosmic View Incorporated labeled it “Proxima Centauri b” (Its a Genuine exoplanet that’s the closest known to earth it’s so cool) Let’s just say In this au, Earth is extremely Sci-FI like, reaching advances where it wouldn’t be really…. Possible as earth is now…

And so they developed travel though hyperspace (just to clarify, Hyperspace is a fictional concept and not based on current scientific understanding; it's often portrayed as a different dimension where normal space-time rules don't apply - google or something) and managed to land on Proxima Centauri b! The people traveling were highly advanced scientists and they were like, woahhh look at these little whimsical creatures!!! But only like 4 “handlers” went Cause it was still in development!!! So it was kind of a suicide mission to put it frankly

They didn’t die.. Thankfully!!! And they successfully made it back probably old and decrepit, just with a few aliens that totally weren’t kidnapped or anything (They done took the mains, Besides Zee(Vee) she didn’t exist on their planet since she’s a robot made by C.V. Inc.) Vee was made by the soon to be handlers in an attempt to collect direct data from the totally not kidnapped toons! Her emotions are 100% programmed but ran through an advanced ai that study’s the emotion of literally everything living that’s around her so her emotions can be pretty accurate to a certain degree before the robot part generally makes way, Her ai detects any subtle or visible emotion and collects data of it to train itself on how to process and express emotion, but she’ll never have TRUE emotion

Unlike original Vee they’re smart and makes her entirely water proof and very much heat resistant, Zee just cannot be Submerged in water. Anyway a group of.. more like.. scientists in like…training became handlers as a little hands on experiment for them since the owner of the entire thing was really really interested in the toons and wanted to be involved with data processing so she assigned newbies (ish) to be the handlers.. She herself handles Andy (Dandy)!

The toons are all kept in separate rooms similar to those of like experiments just less cruel, like SCP type shit but cooler and not evil… looking… trust trust… so they can be observed and have data recorded…Besides confinement they’re actually treated really well! Sprout learns to bake through his handler and generally enjoys it so he’s allowed to bake every now and then, Shelby (Shelly) gets loads of attention for being an alien bro does NOT wanna leave, Genesis Rock (Pebble) is treated like a legitimate dog gets walked and has play time even though since he’s a rock he probably doesn’t need it, but data is data, Andy hates it there they tried to feed him plant fertilizer once cause he resembles a flower..

Anyway Vee is the only one who’s not in confinement and is generally like a little bot helper for the company, YES!!! THE TOONS ARE ALLOWED TO ROAM!!! Those lovely creatures are not locked away… forever…

TOON TRIVIA

Andy(Dandy) Now has 4 arms!

Astro becomes spiderman ( Ok not really he just gets 6 arms and is constantly floating, Studies show that he cannot seem to stop..)

Shelby (Shelly) Is a mixture of an alienized fossil with a freaky chameleon, with more feral-ish aspects like protruding fangs and sharper hands compared to the others

Genesis (Pebble) can literally walk on air

sprouts hair is ALIVE do NOT cut it he will scream and he has awful fashion sense because refuses to take the scarf off because it was a gift from cosmo before being taken by weird tall things he didn’t know hashtag last thing he has from cosmo hashtag fruitcake angst hashtag NO MORE FRUITCAKE/j

Zee (Vee)is specifically meant to look similar to the alien toons, She doesn’t have a handler though the handlers like to let her wear a coat, they think it looks cute on her small frame…🫶🫶

Sprouts handler encourages sprout to wear the cute aprons they give him, he always refuses… one day.. one day..

Astro generally cannot stop floating, luckily for some reason gravity won’t allow him to float too high so he’s just chilling fr

I think I’ll call this au Cosmic Veiw incorporation /inc or to put it simply, Alien or space au for easy tagging

[luigisleftshoe]

Frat Boy/College Luigi headcanons

Essentially what it would have been liked if you dated him in college 

I feel like he was a bit of a social chameleon back in the day. Like he can party and be the loud, fun, beer-pong god when he wants to be– but also once the final call of “IF YOUR NOT A BROTHER OR FUCKING A BROTHER” hes in his room grinding leetcode.

I feel like he's lowkey super cocky but in a very lovable way. Like talks big game but is a total sweetie pie when it comes to you. He's always super earnest and tries really hard not to mess it up. 

Is super anal about the rules during beer pong. “YOUR ELBOWS NEED TO BE BACK” ass bitch. He trash talks the entire time too. 

Will absolutely flex during beer pong if you’re watching.Over-the-top dramatic tosses just to make you laugh. Then grinning like a dumbass when you cheer for him.

Gets stupidly cocky when you’re winning. Points at you across the table like "THIS ONE RIGHT HERE. SHE’S A KILLER. SHE’S DANGEROUS." Chest out, grinning like he just invented beer pong himself.

Trash talks to the other team but immediately turns soft to you: Leans down, low voice in your ear: "You look so good when you’re competitive, babe. Kinda wanna take you home right now."

Lowkey he's the unofficial tech support of the frat house. Sets up the Wifi, fixes the smart TV and replaces the sound system. Whenever the brothers break something digital, they come knocking like “Bro you’re in CS fix it please”

Has an absolutely janky gaming setup in his frat house room. Like I feel like we all knew that one guy in college who brought his entire gaming setup with him and that was him. LED lights everywhere, cords tangled like a small jungle, and like monitors on too small of a desk. His room will be pretty spik and span tho. Like he does not give me messy vibes tbh. 

His room is the “safe” room. His personal room is surprisingly clean, smells good, has a half-dead succulent on the window sill, and is always stocked with energy drinks. He will absolutely pull you away from the chaos at a party to “take a break” in his room...and definitely hopes you’ll stay over.

Brings you to tailgates and makes you sit on his lap the whole time.(You’re wearing his oversized frat hoodie because you “forgot your jacket” — he 100% orchestrated this.)

You’re trying to study seriously. He’s trying to code. Every 15 minutes he gets bored and pokes you like "Babe... pay attention to me... look I made a stupid script that says I love you over and over." If you actually get mad because you’re stressed, he gets quiet for a minute...then gets up and brings you a Red Bull and kisses the top of your head like "Sorry. You're gonna crush it. I'll shut up now."

Every time you wear his hoodie to class, he texts you dumb, filthy things like "wearing my hoodie just reminds you who you belong to, huh babe?" followed immediately by "sorry that was horny, good luck on your midterm tho."

Pulls you into the coat closet at a party just to make out, then yells, "OCCUPIED!" if anyone tries to open the door. 

Takes advantage of "one bed" situations on frat formals like "well babe guess we have to share... what a tragedy... crazy how that happens."

Tries to act chill, but you catch him coding in the dark at 3AM, hoodie up, headphones in, completely tense. You have to climb onto his lap, steal his laptop away, and force him to take breaks because he literally won’t unless you make him. Once he realizes you’re taking care of him he melts, leans back into you, buries his face in your neck, mumbling "You're too good for me. I’m gonna marry you."

The “Designated Social Chair” (But Pretends He’s Not) He's not officially in charge of parties... but somehow he's planning 90% of them. Knows the bouncer, the bartender, and the delivery guy by first name. Will drunk-plan an entire formal event around "what theme would my girl look hottest in." (Fully votes for Casino Night just because he thinks you in a cocktail dress will ruin him.)

Sober Monitoring but Bad at It. Takes a turn being the "sober monitor" at a party. Takes his job way too seriously for about 30 minutes. By midnight he’s tipsy and yelling at a freshman about how to properly do keg stands, dragging you into it like "babe show him how it’s done."

Wear your hair tie around his wrist like it’s a friendship bracelet.

Tell the bartender you’re celebrating your anniversary even when you’re not just to get you free shots.

Will not let you walk home alone. Ever. Even if he’s blackout, even if you live two feet away — he's walking you.

Pulls you onto his lap at a party and lowkey grips your hips harder than necessary when you start to get up —growls in your ear like "Where you think you're going, baby?" (completely ignores the 30 people in the room.)

You dare him to go a whole party without touching you —he lasts maybe 20 minutes before hauling you into a dark hallway, caging you against the wall, and whispering,"You win. Happy? Now shut up and let me kiss you."

Makes out with you sloppily against the fridge at a party because he’s drunk and needy and has no shame.

At parties, he’s grinning and teasing and being everyone's favorite, but his hand is always somewhere low on your waist, thumb slipping under your shirt — just enough to keep you feeling it without anyone noticing. 

If someone flirts with you? He doesn't start drama. He just pulls you back against his chest, leans down all slow, and murmurs in your ear: "Think you're funny teasing me like that? Wait till we get home." (All while smiling like an angel.)

A very clingy drunk. Half-whining, half-muttering shit like: "You have no idea what you do to me, babe.", "I can't even think straight when you wear my clothes.", "Swear to god I’d skip rush week just to stay home and fuck you all night."

Sends you stupid texts like "wya" -> "i miss ur face" -> "also ur ass" -> "mostly ur face but also ass"  in rapid succession.

Oh but if your the one to flirt with him and make moves at the party man is a blushing mess. He doesn't know what to do. You flirt aggressively at a party? He blushes like a virgin and immediately forgets how to form sentences. Stammers something dumb like "babe don't play with me like that" while internally combusting.

Gets into “philosophy debates” drunk. Will randomly drunkenly corner you at 2AM like: "Babe... babe listen... what if life is just one big recursion function we’re stuck in."Has absolutely argued for 30 minutes that “love is just the optimal solution for biological survival” and then kissed you like his life depended on it.

[magnagaruzenmon]

Hybrid Theory XIII

Happy pride!!!

Surak entered my office with an armful of reports—thick files crammed with incident logs, chemical analyses, and whispered testimonials. At the center of it all: the Animus Complex, the nightclub known as Concrete Jungle, and someone only ever referred to as “the Doctor.” Strangely, the records conflicted—some described a male mouse hybrid, others a female bat. No clear face. There is no consistent name. Just fragments and shadows scattered across pages.

But every trail pointed to the same place. Concrete Jungle.

I holstered my badge, nodded at the sheriff as he warned me to “watch myself,” and stepped out into the simmering heat of the city.

By the time I reached the club, it was already throbbing with life. Concrete Jungle pulsed like a living organism—neon veins, bass-drum heartbeat, and pheromone-laced breath. It was more alive than I’d ever seen it, the energy almost feverish. Waiting outside like queens on parade were its infamous owners, both of them dressed to slay.

“Well, well, well,” Lisa grinned, eyes gleaming under platinum lashes, “if it isn’t Torhu the hellhound, deputy sheriff extraordinaire.”

I gave a curt nod. “Ladies. I’d like to ask a few questions about a party drug making the rounds. Been linked to some… problems.”

Jennie’s smile was slower, more feline. “Of course. We love helping the law.”

They ushered me inside, and the club swallowed me whole.

The moment I crossed the threshold, the air thickened—lust, sweat, perfume, musk. A scentscape so complex it felt chemical. Bodies writhed in sync with the music, hybrids and humans intertwined in a fog of velvet desire. It wasn’t a dance floor, it was a dreamscape—or a trap.

As we passed, two hybrids—one a broad-shouldered tanuki, the other a sly red panda—locked eyes with me. There was something knowing in their gaze.

Jennie leaned close, her breath brushing my ear. “Don’t worry. You’ll see them again… soon.”

I narrowed my eyes at that but said nothing. Whatever they were playing at, it was layered, careful, and dangerous.

I followed the two ladies carefully

“So what brings the hero of the city in our little club,” Jennie asks.

“Yeah after you finally got rid of the Orca bros and the Serpent Pit gangs and allowed us to get this place off the ground, “ Lisa cooed.

I shrugged and said, “just keeping everyone safe,”

“Oh certainly but you always go above and beyond. I mean who else would face down the Chameleon butcher known as Dexter Hannibal,”

I shrugged as as much as I’d like to attribute that to nobility it was only proper timing and alignment. I saw the patterns others didn’t.

“So hellhound what are your questions?” Lisa asked as she locked me in with her and Jennie in their “office” I looked around to see men and women hybrids and humans alike strapped to various machines while they sauntered around the room with an indifferent passion. It was arousing but also weirdly detached. Lisa gently guided me to the center of their office her hands gently wrapping around my shoulders. Images of her tearing at my throat with her claws pulsed in my mind that bordered on arousing and terrifying.

“Recently there have been reports of a new drug that gives the taker traits of various hybrids and a lot of the paper trial comes back to this club and someone called “The doctor”. Can you help me understand that?”

“Well they’re not drugs but supplements…all natural.” Jennie answered before pointing to a hybrid attached to a milking machine.

“We receive “generous donations” from our patrons and our good Doctor Amalia whips them up into pills that temporarily alter the taker’s dna. They are safe and oh so fun,” Lisa answered to prove her point she and Lisa both took a pill from bottles behind them and I watched as Jennie grew taller while Lisa grew fuller and horns sprouted from her temples. I watched in terror and awe as they took on a further hybridization Jennie became a hyena hybrid while Lisa’s fuller chest and hips and horns told me cow hybrid in addition to her other hybrid traits. They kissed while staring at me eyes and intent clear to seduce.

Jennie’s new form towered over me slightly, her back arched with that predator’s grace — shoulders relaxed, smile all teeth. Lisa, now lusher, warmer somehow, leaned against me, and I could smell her — hay and honey, the scent of a pasture twisted into something heady and narcotic. Her horns gleamed in the low light.

“I see your concern, Hellhound,” Jennie purred. “But you’re misunderstanding the ecosystem here. These aren’t gutter chemicals. They’re evolution.”

Lisa giggled, her breath ghosting my neck. “We just speed things up a little. Give the meek a taste of teeth. The weak a little heat.”

“Temporarily,” I replied, keeping my voice flat, cold. “Until the side effects hit. Until someone loses their mind in a predator spiral, or worse. You’ve got three deaths already on record and a dozen disappearances.”

Jennie made a tsking sound, her claws idly dragging along a steel filing cabinet, leaving faint scratches. “People die all the time in this city. You know that better than anyone.”

“But not always like this,” I replied, eyeing the hybrid still hooked to the milking rig — a bat hybrid with dazed eyes and IVs in both arms. “Not from playing chimera with black-market biotech. And not with a war criminal like Doctor Amalia in the mix.”

That got their attention.

Jennie’s pupils dilated, hyena-wide, and Lisa’s hand gripped my arm just a touch tighter. Still smiling. Still playful. But something behind their eyes flickered.

I pressed forward. “You didn’t know, did you? Your good doctor used to wear a different uniform — white coat under a military crest. Camp Erebos. She made trybrids. Animal hybrid cocktails. Built for covert ops and disposal missions. Most didn’t survive.”

Lisa pulled away now, just a hair. “You’re lying,” she said, though her tone wavered, uncertain.

“I omit but I never lie, besides the paper trail doesn’t lie either,” I said, fishing a small datachip from my jacket and sliding it onto the desk. “Chaehyun and Disufiora found her files. Photos. Names. You’d recognize some of them — the ones still alive.”

Jennie’s smile faded. Not anger. Not guilt. Just the realization of a game gone sideways.

“She changed names. Face, maybe. Got lost in the noise after the ceasefire,” I said, watching the flickers of recognition dawn. “But someone high up wanted her work buried, so they could let her keep experimenting — under the radar. Your little club here is just another lab.”

“So what now, detective?” Jennie asked, voice low, taut. Her claws retracted, but the posture remained.

“That’s the thing,” I said. “My superior just told us to drop it. Said it came from high up. Very high. That the program’s head made it disappear.”

Jennie walked to the window and parted the velvet curtain just a little. Outside, the city blazed like a dying star, the rain glossing everything with sin.

Lisa’s voice was softer now. “Then we’re all in danger, aren’t we?”

“More than you know,” I said. “If Amalia’s working unchecked again, it’s not just hybrid clubs she’s cooking up. It’s something bigger. Something permanent.”

Jennie turned, face cast in shadow. “So we’re not enemies.”

“Not tonight,” I said. “But that depends on how much you’re still protecting her.”

She nodded, slow. “We’ll consider our loyalties.”

Lisa brushed her fingers against my chest one last time before stepping away, her horns catching the red light like a warning.

“We always liked you, Hellhound,” she said. “Let’s hope you don’t have to put us down.”

I turned to leave, the door ahead of me hazy with nightclub smoke and the cloying perfume of synthetic roses. Something in the air had shifted—the kind of electric pressure that warns of a coming storm. Behind me, the city pulsed like a clenched fist, waiting for its chance to strike or be struck.

“Hellhound, wait,” Lisa’s voice rang out—casual, but with a glint of purpose.

I stopped mid-step, brows knitting as I glanced back. “Yeah?”

Jennie was already leaning forward in her seat, voice sweet like syrup and twice as sticky. “My friend Nayeon said you do a killer Brian Garrison impression. Would you do a little performance for me?”

I blinked. “Right now?”

She smiled, all teeth. “Right now.”

I sighed. “Sure,” I muttered, already regretting it.

The next few seconds passed in a blur. One moment I was standing near the exit; the next, I was being ushered—no, whisked—onto a makeshift stage lit with too many colors. Lisa and Jennie grinned from the wings, their band already taking position behind me, adjusting their instruments with practiced ease.

The spotlight hit me like a slap. The crowd fell quiet. The silence wasn’t hostile, but it wasn’t gentle either. It was the kind of hush people give before a car crash or a miracle.

Then the opening riff of Slaughterhouse tore through the air.

I winced, heart pounding. No warm-up, no prep. Just me, a mic, and the ghost of a man with a voice like broken steel.

I did my best. Stumbled into the rhythm, found the gravel in my throat, forced my voice to hit the guttural dips and warlike bellows. Somewhere halfway through, I caught Jennie mouthing along to the chorus and Lisa clapping her thigh to the beat.

I started to step off the stage, breath ragged—when Slaughterhouse 2 began.

The crowd let out a gasp that was half surprise, half hungry delight.

When the final note ended, the silence cracked into cheers. Real ones. Clapping, whooping, even a few stomps.

I didn’t know how to process it.

I stepped down from the stage, skin buzzing, heart confused—was it adrenaline? Shame? Joy?

Before I could even catch my breath, they emerged from the crowd—like heat rising off summer pavement.

The red panda hybrid moved with a feline elegance, her steps slow, deliberate, the sway of her hips a hypnotic rhythm. Her fur was brushed to perfection, her eyes half-lidded with amusement and something far more dangerous. That same sly smile she wore earlier now deepened into something openly inviting.

Beside her, the tanuki hybrid exuded a darker magnetism—his presence quiet, but no less commanding. There was a lazy hunger in his gaze, something unspoken but deeply understood. His dark eyes raked over me with bold curiosity, as if he was already imagining how I’d sound with my breath caught in my throat.

“That was pretty… impressive, Hellhound,” the red panda said, voice like velvet dipped in wine. She leaned in, her body angled just so, every inch of her posture designed to beckon. Her tail flicked slowly behind her, an unconscious tease. “You put on quite a show.”

“Yeah,” the tanuki murmured, his voice low and intimate—like he was speaking into the space between our pulses. “It was… exciting.”

He stepped forward, his body heat washing over me like steam. And then, without warning, his hands cradled my face—firm, sure, possessive—and his mouth met mine.

I gasped against him, melting instinctively into the kiss. His arms wrapped around me like a trap I didn’t want to escape. He tasted like dark fruit and smoke. My knees went soft as a dizzy wave of pleasure surged through me. The world spun. His scent filled my lungs—sweet and earthy, intoxicating in a way that made my thoughts stagger. And yet, behind that softness, I caught a note of submission, a sweetness that pleaded to be held, tamed, devoured.

We parted with a breathless string of saliva stretching between us. He smirked, eyes half-lidded, drunk on the moment.

Before I could recover, the red panda claimed her moment.

She grabbed my chin, turned my head with playful command, and pulled me into her. Her kiss was wild—a crashing tide of lip and tongue, teasing and relentless. She purred into my mouth, and I could feel her smile curling against me. She wasn’t asking—she was taking, and I gave in willingly.

Her scent hit me hard—less submissive than the tanuki’s, but just as alluring. Bright citrus over something warm and musky, a predator’s perfume. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. My body responded before my mind could catch up.

When she pulled away, I was dazed. Feral joy twinkled in her eyes. “I’m Haseul,” she said, voice purring with satisfaction.

The tanuki grinned, stepping beside her. “Hinata,” he said, brushing a finger down my jaw. “Pleasure to meet you.”

My thoughts were fogged, heavy with the weight of desire. I wanted them—both of them—right there, right then. My mouth moved on instinct.

“Hi, my name is—”

They shushed me in perfect synchrony.

“We know who you are,” Haseul murmured, fingers tracing the edge of my jaw. “You’re the hero. The legend.”

“But we don’t want the myth tonight,” Hinata added gently, eyes glowing with a kind of wicked tenderness. “Just the man underneath. Can you be that? Just for us?”

My voice caught in my throat. I nodded.

Their smiles deepened—slow, sultry things full of promise.

Without another word, they each took one of my hands and led me away, their touch electric, their intentions unspoken but very clear.

I followed them into a crimson room. They looked at me with a surprised look, “when was the last time you got any action?” Hinata asked sweetly.

I tried to think of a time but it was a bit too long, Hinata sighed then giggled, “well don’t worry we will fulfill your every desire tonight,”

I gulped as Haseul took me in for another kiss. Her breath was hot and electric meanwhile Hinata unbuttoned my shirt and undid my pants. His soft hands traveling all around my body as he looked for my arousal points when he breathed into my ear I shuddered and I heard him giggle before he said, “I’m gonna enter slowly now,” I nod as I feel his dick press against my ass my mind cloudy with lust as Haseul continues kissing me all over.

Then Hinata pushes himself inside of me. I moaned and whimper helplessly as he mounts me.

“How is is it he asks,”

“So fucking good,” I groan out as he starts thrusting into me. I grip the couch as he fucks into me with Haseul watching us wide eyed under. She smiles as she begins to undress and her mouth watering body is put on display. My cock stands proud and high as Hinata rams himself inside of me. Haseul smiles as she begins palming me as she says, “you look so good between us, before pushing me inside of her. I moan at the overwhelming sensation as Hinata and Haseul fuck me. Hinata chuckles and says

“Fuck you’re so tight!” I laugh and shot back,

“You love it though,”

Hinata laughs and says, “Yeah I do,”

I feel him twitch inside of me and say, “you gonna cum,” he nods before giving me a few more good pumps then unloading Inside of me. I laugh as he pulls out allowing me to focus on Haseul. She smiles as she stares into my eyes.

“You’re different from what I thought,” she says as she pushes me up and begins riding me.

“How so?” I ask. Haseul's tightness envelops me as she says,

"i'll tell you later,"

I woke hours later, tangled in the soft warmth of Haseul and Hinata, both draped across my body like lazy cats after a feast. Their breathing was slow, contented. I sighed, peeled myself out from under them, and—despite everything—wrapped them both up in a blanket. The scent of sex, sweat, and expensive lipstick clung to my skin, and as I caught my reflection in the mirror, I chuckled. My neck and chest were a battlefield of kiss marks, smudged red and pink.

After dressing, I slipped out. The club still pulsed with bass-heavy music and hazy lights, but I didn’t let it draw me in this time. I kept my focus on the exit—until I heard a voice behind me, sweet as poison and just as sharp.

“Oh look, if it isn’t Mycroft Beowulf Moriarty.”

The temperature seemed to drop ten degrees. I stopped, rolled my eyes, and turned.

She was standing in the shadows like she owned them: a bat hybrid, beautiful in a way that demanded obedience, with crimson eyes and fangs that glinted when she smiled. She was dressed to kill—figuratively, I hoped.

“Though I imagine you’d rather go by your nom de guerre these days. Hellhound, isn’t it?” she added, voice syrupy.

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Great. You know my real name. That saves us both from the usual dramatic posturing.”

Her brow furrowed, slightly thrown by my lack of alarm.

“Listen closely, Dr. Amalia,” I said, voice level but laced with irritation. “This little chemistry experiment you’re running? The hybrid drugs? It’s not clever. It’s reckless. People are dying—fast, loud, and publicly. If you don’t stop, or at least slow down and vet what you’re putting out, someone’s going to send me to make sure you do. And when that happens, not even your sponsors will be able to keep you safe.”

She blinked, confusion washing over her features like a sudden storm. “What are you talking about?”

I groaned. “Councilman Aurelio and Fjord. Ring any bells? They’re your benefactors, pushing this ‘post-human’ utopia. You’re just one cog in the machine. They want everyone rewritten—hybrids, psionics, whatever Doflamingo, Achilles, and Disu are becoming.”

Amalia’s face lost all its color. Her breath hitched. “How… how do you know that?”

I gave her a flat look. “Because, frankly? You’re not exactly subtle. Or smart about covering your tracks. You’re a geneticist, not a spook. Every Thirenizine-related death has happened within two clicks of your lab on 418 East Bleaker. Every victim was someone with ties to you from the war. And the autopsy reports?” I raised an eyebrow. “Identical. Heart failure. Overdose. Thirenizine.”

She took a step back, eyes wide now, panic blooming. “Then why don’t you just take me in?”

I laughed—a short, tired sound. “Because you’re protected. By rich men with deep pockets and shallow ethics. They still think you’re useful, so they’re going to paint you as a visionary. The public? They’ll eat it up.”

“So it’s laziness,” she snapped.

“Yep.” I nodded. “Partly. Also, I’ve learned that toppling people like you usually ends with someone worse filling the void. And my leg still hasn’t healed right from that mess with the orca boys, so forgive me if I’m not leaping into another crusade.”

Amalia tried to recover, her lips twitching into something between a smirk and a sneer. “The ex-enforcer of Tahm Kench, now a deputy sheriff with delusions of grandeur, thinks he has leverage over me?”

I leaned in close and said her full address, slowly and clearly. Her eyes widened like saucers.

“Let me be crystal clear, Amalia. I can find you whenever I want. But right now? You’re useful as a scarecrow. The sheep see your blood-stained lab coat and get nervous. Then they see me, and think I’m the dog guarding them. But I’ve killed more predators than you’ve even read about, and I don’t need permission to come knocking.”

She didn’t say anything—just stared at me, the terror fully settled behind her crimson eyes now.

“Keep your work clean. Keep your head down. Don’t give me a reason,” I finished.

Amalia nodded, mute.

Satisfied, I finally left for real this time.

And behind me, for once, the club didn’t seem to pulse with heat and desire—only the icy silence of someone who realized just how thin the ice was beneath her.

A few days later Amalia was working relentlessly to have her fly under the radar so Torhu wouldn’t be sent after her. Terror plagued her mind but caution guided her hand, an ex mob enforcer who was now cosplaying as a sherif? Abhorrent,detestable, Hot!

The rain clawed at the windows like it wanted in. The city lights smeared across the glass, refracting in sharp, ghostly streaks that made the office feel more like a pressure chamber than a workplace.

Amalia crossed her legs too quickly and tried to pretend it was grace, not nerves. Her hands were trembling slightly, so she locked them around the datapad on her lap. Focus. Be the weapon. Not the wound.

Across from her, Aurelio read her file with that measured disinterest she hated. The same expression he wore when reviewing budget cuts or euthanizing failed prototypes. She envied that indifference. He had never looked afraid in his life.

“You requested an emergency review,” he said without looking up. “I assume this isn’t about your implant stability metrics.”

“No,” Amalia said. Her voice sounded wrong. Thin. “It’s about someone. Tohru.” The name caught in her throat like a fishbone. She forced it out. “Mycroft. That’s his real name.”

Now he looked up. Amused. Of course he was.

“The deputy sheriff?” he said. “That oaf from the outreach campaign? He’s about as threatening as a therapy koala.”

Amalia laughed—sharp and unintentional. “He wants you to think that.”

Aurelio tilted his head.

She leaned forward. “I had a run-in with him. He followed me into the Vanta Club, into a back corridor. No cameras. No guards. No backup. He wasn’t armed. He didn’t need to be.”

There was a strange silence, like the air had gone still between them.

“He knew my name,” she whispered. “My name, Aurelio. Not the alias. Not the front. The real one. He listed sites I haven’t even written reports on yet. Recited security codes we only use internally.” She met Aurelio’s gaze. “He’s been inside our systems. Possibly inside our walls.”

Aurelio’s eyes narrowed. “And you’re still alive?”

That’s what scared her most.

“Yes.”

He moved to the bar. Poured drinks like they were part of a ritual. One for her, one for him.

“I don’t understand,” he said, offering her the glass. “If he knows what you are—what you’ve done—why wouldn’t he eliminate you?”

Amalia took the drink but didn’t sip.

“I think…” she started, struggling to put it into words. “I think he doesn’t care.”

Aurelio froze. “Explain.”

“He wasn’t there to moralize. He didn’t call me a monster. He didn’t rant or threaten. He studied me. Like I was some interesting lab rat who got too bold. He wanted me to know that he could end me—and chose not to.”

She gripped the edge of the chair to keep from shaking.

“I’ve been called soulless, arrogant, cruel. But I’ve never met anyone who looked at me like that. Like I was a nuisance. A rook in a game he was already winning.”

Aurelio sipped his drink, considering her.

“And you’re sure this wasn’t performance? Fear can make gods out of scarecrows.”

Amalia’s mouth twitched. “Then I hope it was. I really, really hope I just hallucinated the apex predator inside that stupid public-service shell.”

She saw the moment he stopped believing her. He thought she was spooked. Rattled by guilt. Chasing ghosts in the dark.

“Amalia,” he said gently, like you’d talk to a scientist on the verge of burning out. “You’ve been under immense pressure. Maybe this is your subconscious finally cracking under all those clinical detentions you keep signing off on.”

“I’m not delusional,” she snapped. “You didn’t see him. He wasn’t angry. He was calm. Serene. Like someone watching dominoes fall exactly how he arranged them.”

Aurelio frowned slightly. “Why are you really afraid, Amalia?”

She hesitated.

Because he wasn’t repulsed by me. Because he didn’t hate me. Because he looked at me like I was a mirror. Because for one second—I didn’t want to fight him. I wanted to follow.

“…Because he sees the world the same way I do,” she said at last. “And that terrifies me.”

Aurelio placed his drink down with a faint click.

“When you have proof,” he said, voice going cool, “come back. Until then, take something to sleep. You look like hell.”

She stood, but not before whispering: “You’re not going to see him coming either.”

Later, in the lab

Back in her sanctuary of cold steel and synthetic screams, Amalia tried to rebuild her mind with numbers. But nothing settled. Not the data. Not the drugs.

She pulled up Tohru’s public file. Pictures of him laughing with street vendors. Kneeling beside wounded hybrids. Hugging a child with a prosthetic arm.

She stared at those eyes.

And she remembered the way he looked at her.

Unflinching.

Unmoved.

Unimpressed.

And for the first time in years—she felt human. Weak. Ugly. Curious.

And worst of all?

Turned on.

[shadowonwater]

Every Instance I can find of Wild Kratt Bros Being Affected by Animal Instincts

I love it when they show animal instincts so here's a collection. If there's something I missed, let me know!

Season 1:

Bass Class (Martin as a bass kept getting attracted by fishing lures)

Tazzy Chris (This is THE instinct episode. Chris gets a suit malfunction that turns him into a T-Devil without a power disc. He's still himself but he keeps trying to eat rotten meat and growling)

The Blue and the Gray (squirrel Chris burying acorns)

Falcon City (Chris as a pigeon, trying to eat a random fry on the ground, preening his feathers, using the power of homing to get back, Martin as well also seemed to be briefly affected when first transforming and ate Jimmy's pizza. They were both also cooing like pigeons)

Cheetah Racer (Chris eating grass as a gazelle)

Flight of the Pollinators (when Martin was wearing that Bee Antenna Headband he was strongly attracted to the smell of flowers)

A Bat in the Brownies (when Chris and Martin entered the dead tree where the bats were they felt safe and secure and fell right asleep alongside the bats)

Maybe?:

Voyage of the Butterflier XT (this is a maybe. It's just I have no idea how they managed to hibernate with the butterflies they weren't even using power suits though)

Octopus Wildkratticus (not the bros but the octopus. I think it was being effected by animal instincts of the other animals)

The Food Chain Game (Chris tried eating grass as a gazelle again but found it gross, I think Aviva might have patched the gazelle disc after the last time)

Little Howler (all the howling, but considering the amount the brothers will howl while not transformed tells me that this is more just enjoying howling. Tell me none of y'all have howled like a wolf before)

Season 2:

Groundhog Wakeup Call (Aviva eating a bunch of grass and dandelions and then hibernating)

maybe?:

Termites Vs Tongues (Chris joining in with the termites defending themselves, could be seen as just helping out the creatures he's with)

Happy Turkey Day (the frequent gobbling like a turkey while transformed)

Rainforest Stew (not sure if the slowness of the sloth suit is instinct or if Chris physically can't move quickly in that)

Season 3:

The Hermit Crab Shell Exchange (the bros being scared as hermit crabs when they don't have shells, being extremely focused on finding a shell)

Opossum in my Pocket (Martin fainting aka "playing possum" when we was scared of Gourmand)

Chameleons on Target (blending in with background when scared, walking in the slow way that chameleons walk after first transforming, since they were able to control the tongues with concentration suggests that maybe it's not a malfunction but rather instinct?)

Maybe?:

Where the Bison Roam (Martin taking a bite out of a dirt and grass cake as a buffalo)

Season 4:

Stars of the Tides (Chris as a hermit crab getting nervous when he loses his shell)

Maybe?:

Panda Power Up! (Martin being very tired and hungry as a panda)

Season 5:

Maybe?:

Elephant Brains! (Chris being extra empathetic towards the elephants after transforming)

Season 6:

Deer Buckaroo (Martin trying to get the velvet off his antlers)

The Real Ant Farm (when first transforming into the different roles, Aviva, Chris, and Martin all mention feeling like doing the role of that specific ant)

Uh-Oh Ostrich (baby ostrich Chris following the mom ostrich)

Cats and Dogs (Martin doing the African Wild Dog warning call, he looks noticeably surprised when he first makes that sound)

Maybe?:

Adapto the Coyote (similar to Little Howler, the coyote howling may be less instinct and more humans having fun making animal noises)

[kindaasrikal]

The ninja deserve emotional support animals except they’re them so none of them get a damn dog or something.

Zane has a penguin, he’s lovingly called zaneguin (real name: Peniuella, or Penny) (Penny gets along with Zane’s bird) (he rlly wanted a polar bear. Wu said no) (he waddles with the penguin, bro loves waddling.) (he once waddles over to some villains full penguin style as a on the spot distraction. Cole gave him a lecture about safety and being smart. Zane waddled away right after it was done.)

Kai has a parrot, bro loves his parrot (he’s called parry the parrot and he’s taught him how to scream FIYAAAAA) (Kai is usually the first ninja up for training, so he actually get his parrot to wake the others (Nya) up by putting Parry in their room and getting him to scream their elements.) (its become a common thing to hear ‘WATAHHHHH’ at 6am in the morning) (or ‘GREANNNNNNNN’ or maybe ‘ARTHHHHHH’ in a really deep voice. Cole had nightmares after hearing how deep Parry’s voice can get.)

Lloyd has a ferret, he’s just a ferret kinda guy. He also got a chinchilla soon after cause he got the dust for a dust bath, and then found out ferrets can’t have dust baths (he just wanted a lil guy to have a dust bath with.) (Yeah you heard me, Lloyd does dust baths. He likes the feeling of it.) (he rlly wanted to called his ferret ferry the ferret but Kai already took the joke, he called him Mr Ferrington instead.) (plus his Chinchilla is called Chilly, he loves dressing him up in mini versions of Zane’s gi because of it.)

Nya has two rats, she calls them her babies (don’t insult her rats, she will drown you.) (Jay named one Ratatouille, and as much as she hated the name she had no choice but to keep it, Jay would be sad if she didn’t.) (the other rat is called Rumphly. She thought it sounded sophisticated.) (she lets her rats burrow in her hair.) (she also has to protect everything she owns, her rats chew on everything and anything. Nothing is free from their menacing little mouths.)

Jay has a spider. He’s a lil weirdo like that (its a deadly spider) (he found it in his workshop) (it was 2:54 am and dark) (he almost died from the damn thing) (Pixal almost lost it when Jay literally clung to her begging her not to kill it-sorry, my mistake, her.) (he stays up late at night building stuff and chatting to her and she dances every time Jay goes on an excited ramble.)

Cole has a lizard, and it’s a Chameleon. He named her Lizzy (Kai calls her Queenie.) (he lowkey lost Lizzy on her first day and had a breakdown) (Jay said that defeated the purpose of an emotional support animal) (until at 11pm at night they found out Lizzy was just chilling in Cole’s hair and they just couldn’t tell) (everyone thought Cole was gonna be annoyed, but bro lowkey broke down again because he got emotional about how she clung to him the whole time.) (he got Lizzy because he missed Rocky) (I miss Rocky too)

+extras

Morro has a rabbit. Named Chompy (and they’re a ghost) (lowkey Morro has no idea what Chompy is, the lil brat just jumped onto him and went ‘CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP’ and bit him.) (it looks like a rabbit, if oni’s could be rabbits.) (he blames Garmadon, he probably corrupted the damn thing and now he has some weird monstrous rabbit attached to him) (he does like telling Chompy to attack tho. He finds it hilarious when the other ghosts are sent running) (their convos go like ‘No Chompy, you can’t eat my book’ ‘chomp chomp?’ ‘Because i said so.’ ‘Chomp chomp!’ ‘Uh, yes, i can.’ ‘Chomp chomp chomp!!’ ‘Wha-why you little-’) (everyone thinks he’s mentally unstable for thinking he can understand them) (and maybe he is but you can shove it, he deserves to talk to weird monster animals who actually like him, after what ever octopus bull the preeminent pulled)

Skylor has a turtle, she got him from Griffin (he couldn’t take care of him all the time and got busy so he asked Skylor if she’s willing to co-parent) (she had to agree that turtle was giving her puppy eyes) (they love acting like divorcees) (Kai pretends to the new boyfriend who hates the og partner) (the turtle is named Grecko) (Griffin wanted to mess with people who thought he was talking about an actual Gecko when instead he was talking about a turtle named Grecko) (Skylor loved and hated it at the same time) (she calls him Greg.) (she gets Greg to walk small distances over to kids in her restaurant and give them food) (the kids love him.)

Neuro has a mouse, five, to be precise. (Nya got the idea for a rat from Neuro, who has to explain to her the difference between the two.) (he loves letting them hide in random places of his body.) (don’t be surprised when you’re talking to him and a mouse just pops out of his shirts collar.) (he doesn’t even look phased.) (he’s accepted his fate as a climbing tree) (he is also trying to learn how to speak mouse by reading their minds) (its going…somewhere.)

Pixal has her lil robots. She loves mini pix with all her heart thats her baby.

Wu has his damn chicken and his chicken has been around for centuries. Morro also loved the chicken.

[mentheii]

wof drawings i did for inktober!

notes:

4. exotic: glory + bird. design notes:

- cloud markings because i feel like she grew a habit of subconsciously trying to emulate a skywing. also yeah the raindrops represent her friends :) i think it’d be nice if all the dod had something like that

- purple fade to yellow on her ruff like a morning glory flower

- just in general all my rainwing designs have horns pointing forward like a jackson’s chameleon

10. nomadic: nautilus leader of the talons of peace. no design notes because he’s just based off a nautilus and that’s it 💀

16. grunge: jerboa!! except i didn’t know what to do for the prompt and just looked up grunge color palette. also no idea what kind of goofy ahh blocky artstyle i went with but it looks cool so. design notes:

- kept her triangle thing and also added wave markings because she lives next to the ocean

- her horns are supposed to look like jerboa ears but i dunno 💀

- earring is from glacier 👍

19. ridge: idiot besties. design notes:

qibli:

- swirlies because moon described his brain as a rushing river once so i guess ??

- horns are wavy because a qibli is a wind

- NOT piss yellow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (joke)

winter:

- ourple. random spots and hearts just for fun

- beyond that though i have no idea????? like i wanted him to be pink because it’d be funny and now he looks like a plushie or something

- it is funny though so.

- his jewelry is not funny though what was i on 💀

21. rhinoceros: random hivewing. rhinos kind of look like animal crackers

28. jumbo: jumbo dragon with a jumbo ego 💀 design notes:

- yeah i did not think about bro at all 😭 this is absolutely not my final darkstalker design

- i think nightwings should be other metallic colors other than silver so he’s gold. now that i think about it it’d be nice if he was rose gold too

- but um. before i made him gold the Comically Large Teardrop Scales were supposed to be silver and make his face look more like an icewing’s so ignore that

- the little white speckles are a) from his soul reader thing and b) supposed to make him more icewingy

- yeah i think it’s funny to make him look more like an icewing because he hates it. i really like the idea that he looks more and more icewingy as he ages too

[mmx-zero]

My headcannons for certain robot masters and reploids:

Crashman: *horny ass bastard* I like men~

Hardman: *a gentle giant that probably wants someone to cuddle with but also knows how to throw hands when he needs to*

Elecman: *GAY AS TWINK MOTHERFUCKER THAT'S HOT AS FUCK* (his voice in mega man powered up got me feeling something)

Quickman: *in sonic voice* GOTTA GO FAST-

Geminiman: *narcissistic but still has a nice heart* God I'm the most beautiful thing alive~

Iceman: *makes very cheesy ice jokes whenever he can but a gentle soul for someone with ice powers*

Flashman: *serious and confident yet knows how to treat a man or woman right and is probably one hot gentleman and probably can show you a good time*

Blastman: EXPLOSION IS ART- *starts singing baby bye bye bye*

Burnerman: I WILL BURN THIS PLACE TO THE FUCKING GROUND! *becomes a giant fireball*

Shadowman: *bro is like Espio or whatever the chameleon's name is from sonic both of them look like they'd get along*

Woodman: call me woody one more fucking time I'll shove a whole damn tree up ya ass *Scottish accent*

Tundraman: *zesty ass motherfucker standing in the doorway like your highschool crush looking so damn cool*

Diveman: *inserts Zuma reference from paw patrol* LET'S DIVE IN!

Axl: *crazy ass hyper motherfucker who is restless and a bit reckless and probably occasionally sleeps on the job but he gets the job one one way or another and many people love him*

Bass/Forte: I LOVE LATINAS MEGA MAN- *even though he existed before sonic the Hedgehog did depending if you want to go off by game dates or by lore of their timelines your choice*

Zero: *is sad Iris died but realized according to most of the fandom is gay for X which I approve of the ship but I would imagine he's bi or pan so it doesn't matter to me but he's still cute and handsome as fuck*

MMZ Zero: *is rebuilt in the future to look more like a twink and is still cute for the most part and still slays*

X: *one of the most sympathetic and empathetic people you will ever come across yet some people probably take it for granted but I genuinely love him*

Proto: I'm the coolest robot around *every time before he spawns you hear the whistle in the background*

Sigma: *is just tired of the gen alpha brainrot slang that has his name in it* and you wonder why I want to destroy humanity

Vile: I AM NOT SIGMA'S FUCKING LAP DOG! *Proceeds to sit on Sigma's lap with an angry face*

Pallette: AXLLLLL YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME MY GOOD MORNING KISS THIS MORNING!!! *whines*

(I have more headcannons for mega man characters but this is all I can think of on top of my head for now)

[kaythefloppa]

Wild Kratts - Our Blue and Green World: Part 1: Review [Spoilers]

Welp, here it is, the Wild Kratts TV movie (not to be confused with the feature film they've been teasing us with since 2021). There's been a lot of hype around this special and season, especially with how much the latter was being hyped up during the hiatus. Let's see if the blue and green bros were able to deliver: Spoilers under the cut

Well, this is certainly an attention grabber!

This entire live action intro is shot and edited like an animated Wild Kratts episode, it's glorious.

Woah, intro change!

They said the thing! They said the thing!

HELP THIS IS SO RELATABLE. Also, THE BOYS ARE FIGHTING

Lmao I don't think they do it very often, but using animals/nature in their insults is very creative.

Also, whooping crane episode when?

This entire song is mercifully short. Like most character sung songs in Wild Kratts, it's not good, but this at least is clever in its lyrics and its visuals. It feels like a Disney reference at best and I am content with that. I also ADORED seeing the Draco and Walrus Suit return again. It's arguably the best musical number in the series. No, that is not saying a lot.

MARTIN WHY ARE YOU THE ONE WHO'S MIFFED YOU NEARLY MUFASA'D YOUR LITTLE BROTHER

CHRIS WHY ARE YOU MILDLY INCONVENIENCED YOU GOT ACRAPHOBIA FALLING FROM THAT HEIGHT

When I first saw the clip, I thought that they were going somewhere with this, like they'd activate Peacock Powers at the end when they recognized the compatibility and blue and green. But nope. Wasted potential is an understatement.

Also, where the fuck are they right now? In a previous shot there was Target the Chameleon, implying that they've been to Madagascar, but that is an Indian peafowl, and as far as I'm concerned, they don't live in Madagascar. Were they just having an off-day? These animals have little to nothing to do with the plot when they really shouldn't have, so I don't see why they couldn't have just shown a projector image or something.

Remember when I joked about the Wild Pony Power Suit returning in S7.... fuck you Apollo.

Man, they are eating it up with the animation here. It's hard to tell with screengrabs but man, is it fluid.

The first half of this episode is mixed. While it feels like the brothers are incredibly stubborn, it also does make sense for them to be this fixated on their favorites. So I can totally buy this. It could've been insufferable to watch, but it wasn't.

As if YOU haven't spied on them since the first time your dorito-headed ass showed up on screen

Did you find that funny? Because not only do they do a similar joke like that later on, but they follow through on that joke in the most unexpected way you will shit your pants when you first ingest it.

Oh my god if they make a Creature Power Suit off of that bird, I will take back any diss I've made, that is so beautiful.

Good to know that Aviva put the button near the chest and not near the back.

Maybe it's just me but this is kinda pushing it. Chris is literally getting his organs crushed, I think that should matter more than A) being right or B) trying to get 2 people to stop fighting.

I'm loving the callback and what this leads up to but ew, all this does is remind me about how ugly bright the color pallatte in S6. Really glad they fixed it in S7.

HELL FUCKING YES

This episode finds really unique ways of showing how the two different biomes are interconnected. It's like Rainforest Stew's (very brilliantly handled) message only to a larger degree. Kids can learn a lot from this.

I fucking love this episode, man.

Honestly, the way they write Paisley in the first half of the episode is very in-line with her character. Most shows that do what this episode does has them be out-of-character as a set-up, but here, she's just roasting the fuck out of Zach. Once again, recontextualized entirely in the climax.

HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET TO MADAGASCAR FROM THE GODDAMN AMAZON IN ONE AFTERNOON THAT IS LIKE MORE THAN 1,000 MILES AWAY?? ARE ANACONDAS THAT FAST?????

Also, INDRIS!!!!! :D

I was frankly expecting this to horribly backfire but spoilers, it doesn't. This actually winds up working. Common Aviva W.

To be continued.... will the blue and green rivalry end? Will one prove superior over another? And will they be able to stop Zach and Paisley and save the planet earth? And will this change the adventures of the Wild Kratts team forever? Stay tuned for part 2!

Pros:

The live action segments.

The animation of the earth's model.

The musical number not being ass.

Paisely's catty behavior.

The Anaconda Suit.

The inventive ways they show how the stability of the Earth is complex. There are a lot of ways it functions and thus a lot of ways it needs to survive

The comedy.

Cons:

The villains do not do anything until the second half of this episode. In fact, they're left completely in the backdrop. I expected them to make their prescence known and for Aviva to invent the discs to get them together for the SAKE of fighting the villains. But no. It makes the stakes feel hollow, which is the opposite of what they should be gunning for in an hour long special that they hype the shit out of.

CONCLUSION:

It was an "okay" set-up. It did live up to some of the hype it had, but not all of it. Honestly if it wasn't for the second half of this episode, this movie would be mediocre or slightly above average, but no. They do pick themselves off the ground and... they do jump the shark. But we'll get to that next time

[doamarierose-honoka]

This news might be disappointing for SEGA fans who care about the preservation of the companies’ rich history of video games ranging from arcade to consoles, including myself and fellow SEGAbits writers. As of now, SEGA plans to delist a selection of games and bundles from virtual stores across gaming platforms including Steam, Xbox, Nintendo Switch, and Playstation starting on December 6th at 11:59pm PST.

If you happen to own the games on the following platforms, they will still be available in your library. You can still get them all for very good prices, so be sure not to miss out on the opportunity. Do you all think that this is a bad decision from SEGA or do you think they might have something planned for the titles down the line? Let us know in the comments below and hit the next section of the article to see the list of games that are planned to be delisted.

Here are the following games that are planned to be delisted:

Steam

Alex Kidd in the Enchanted Castle

Alien Soldier

Alien Storm

Altered Beast

Beyond Oasis

Bio-Hazard Battle

Bonanza Bros

Columns

Columns III

Comix Zone

Crack Down

Crazy Taxi

Decap Attack

Dr. Robotnik’s Mean Bean Machine

Dreamcast Collection Bundle

Dynamite Headdy

Ecco Jr.

Ecco the Dolphin

Ecco: The Tides of Time

ESWAT: City Under Siege

Eternal Champions

Fatal Labyrinth

Flicky

Galaxy Force II

Gain Ground

Golden Axe

Golden Axe II

Golden Axe III

Gunstar Heroes

Jet Set Radio

Kid Chameleon

Landstalker: The Treasures of King Nole

Light Crusader

Mega Drive and Genesis Classic Bundle

NiGHTS into Dreams

Phantasy Star II

Phantasy Star III: Generations of Doom

Phantasy Star IV: The End of the Millennium

Ristar

SEGA Bass Fishing

Shadow Dancer

Shining Force

Shining Force II

Shining in the Darkness

Shinobi III: Return of the Ninja Master

Sonic 3D Blast

Sonic Spinball

Space Channel 5: Part 2

Space Harrier II

Streets of Rage

Streets of Rage 2

Streets of Rage 3

Super Thunder Blade

Sword of Vermilion

The Revenge of Shinobi

ToeJam & Earl

ToeJam & Earl in Panic on Funkoton

VectorMan

VectorMan 2

Virtua Fighter 2

Wonder Boy in Monster World

Wonder Boy III: Monster Lair

Xbox

Altered Beast

Crazy Taxi

SEGA® Genesis Classics™

Golden Axe

Monster World

NiGHTS into Dreams

SEGA Bass Fishing

Shinobi

Sonic the Fighters

Streets of Rage

SVC: ToeJam & Earl

Virtua Fighter 2

Nintendo Switch

SEGA® Genesis Classics™

Playstation

SEGA® Genesis Classics™

[ilikekidsshows]

I don't know if you were asked this before, but how do you feel about Adrien's high road advice in Chameleon? Do you think it was him taking Lila's side?

I haven't been asked this specifically, but I have explained to a commenter, at length, why Marinette was wrong, and therefore Adrien was right, in Chameleon here.

Frankly, I think Adrien telling Marinette to stop committing social suicide by publically bullying the new girl in class (as far as anyone watching the situation thought) was done with Marinette's best interest in mind. Adrien didn't tell Marinette she was being unreasonable or erratic, even though she totally was, he said that, even if Marinette succeeded in exposing Lila, Lila "would only be hurt more. Making a bad guy suffer has never turned them into a good guy". Yes, Adrien addresses how Lila would feel, but he also addresses Marinette's stake in this, of her wanting Lila to stop lying to people. She couldn't accomplish this goal by hurting Lila, because then she'd feel more incentive to lie to "protect" herself from Marinette.

Because, here's the thing: Lila was just a gloryhog who lied to get popular. She was actually really nice to the people who played along with her. Even if she got exposed for "faking a disability" by claiming that she has difficulty with a totally normal condition a lot of people have, it wouldn't get her expelled from school, or even moved to a different class. Lila would have still been in their class if Marinette exposed her, and then Marinette would have had to deal with how her actions affected Lila. This is what Adrien was warning Marinette about, that she was inviting animosity from Lila with her actions (he didn't know she had already done so).

Even from an outside the show perspective, at this point Lila hadn't done anything more than lie a bunch and threaten Marinette that she was going to end up alone (something Lila hadn't done anything to cause, she was actually referring to what Marinette was doing to her own image). Even if Lila was exposed as a liar, by 'Chameleon' she hadn't done anything so bad that the results would be anything more than some, considering how nice the class are, very minor social shunning. What would Marinette really gain from this scenario other than some vengeful catharsis? Unless, of course, Chameleon Salters (and their idea of Marinette) figured Lila would be so humiliated she'd transfer schools to get away from it and therefore free Marinette of her presence, but that doesn't exactly say complimentary things about their idea of Marinette as a person to say the least.

Adrien gave Marinette logical, sound advice that helped Marinette get one up on Lila by the end of the episode. He was a real bro here.

[inkspottie]

Good evenning, moring, day or whatever time it is for you Spottie! Here's a list of question I've thought of instead of focusing on my school's visit because this fic lives rentfree in my brain it's a catastrophe What's Sadao's wingspan? I guess it's pretty small, as stated before in the fics? Seeing your drawing, it would probably be the same as his height (around 7 feet if I remember it correctly)? I also wondered: Is his tail flexible or is it pretty.. thouught? Like, is it stuck in one style of positions or can do pretty much anything with it? And I didn't understand something rereading: Are Sebastian's poisonous fangs INSIDE the dents on his.. lips? or are they hidden behind them, but well inside his mouth? If given the chance (and permission) would she try to be a bit like she is toward snakes to Sebastian? Like petting his scales or studying his serpentine anatomy more in details than just the exterior? And would she like talking about snakes with Sadao, as both feels like (to me, atleast) the kind to talk non-stop about stuff like that As Gabriel did to Sebastian (put his hands in his mouth to check out his teeth), would he does a bit the same if Taka did something similar? Like check out his tail in more details if he saw someone/something whipped by the man's tail? And who's more likely to be the parent of the group? If one really had to hold the rest of the gang on leashes, who would be the poor holder of said leash? Have a wonderfull continuation! :3

It is the morning here so hello hello haha

And bring it on, love all sorts of questions. They help me get my own thoughts together.

So firstly Sadao’s wingspan. He had two sets of wings, the bottom ones are smaller than the top. The first set is a bit bigger than his arm length, since if people were meant to have wings it would be double the length of their arms. His smaller ones just barely reach the elbow. They’re more for gliding than actual flying. Like if he leaped in the air and pulled them out he would glide. (Like how a sugar glider or a flying lizard would fly, since flying fish use their wings to glide across the water’s surface.)

As for his tail, it’s very flexible. It can be come taught but usually if he’s not running it’s very flexible. I am going to have a moment where Sebastian has to tell Sadao to pick up his tail so it’s not dragging on the floor cuz he’s not used to having it. It also can grab things since it’s a chameleon’s tail, can pretty much wrap around anything and hold on tight. So he could essentially hang upside down and his tail could hold him up for some time.

Sebastian’s snake fangs are behind his normal teeth. The best way to describe is you have your canines right? Behind those there’s hooked fangs that can flick out if you move your jaw at a certain position. He also has a row of hooked teeth on the bottom part of his jaw as well, since his tongue had been thinned out by the snake dna. He has a proper forked tongue while Sadao’s tongue is more like toothless’s tongue lol

As for Anzu she would never outright ask, since she’s very much a look don’t touch person, but if given permission she would do just that. Probably one of the few times you would see her excited. Since Sebastian’s scales are a weird mixture of fish and snake she’d be marveled by the texture.

Gabriel probably wouldn’t do that to Sadao since Seb is his brother and brothers will be brothers lol he definitely respects Sadao and his bubble, unlike he does with Sebastian cuz that’s his bro and he has the Cain instinct to just ya know torment him and tease him lol

Now Painter on the other hand, he’d probably be the one to stick his fingers in Sadao’s mouth. He sees Sadao kinda like a dad so he’d be the one marveling at his teeth and tail lol

As for parent, definitely Anzu and Sadao. She’s the one holding the leash. Sebastian thinks he’s holding the leash but he’s causing just as much mayhem as the others.

[sombrathedragon]

Dumb ship headcanons

Carnelian had a crush on Moon but thought she was too tough and/or undesirable to be in love.

Snowfall thinks Glory is pretty, and tries to sit next to her at every royal meeting.

Pike is the professional 3rd wheel to Anemone and Tamarin.

Sunny and Fatespeaker are in a QPR.

Every night after Kestrel and the dragonets were asleep, Dune and Webs would kiss by the torchlight.

Sequoia and Monarch were making preparations for their wedding when the Tree Wars broke out.

Among Alloromantic mudwings, Polyamory is extremely common. The idea of settling down with just one partner is practically unheard of in mudwing society.

Swordtail has a crush on Hailstorm (post transition) but never says anything about it.

One day Anemone finds an old novel written by Coral when she was an dragonet. The novel is about a seawing princess and a mudwing princess falling in love. The princesses are named “Coral” and “Moorhen” respectively.

There has been confusion on who Thorn was dating. Some said it was six-claws. Others said Smolder. Thorn cleared this confusion with one word. “Both”

Chameleon and Mastermind get put into the sand pit. And they fall in love. (“Two bros, chillin in a sand pit. 0 feet apart cause they gay as hell.”)

And finally:

Arctic very quickly “befriended” Vigilance’s husband.

ANON I LOVE ALL OF THESE SO I WILL GIVE A REACTION TO EVERY ONE !!!!

1: Orghhhhh yes yes yes doomed yuri !!!! I’m always a fan of Moon x Carnelian :3

2: OKAY WAIT THATS KINDA A ADORABLE SHIP 🥺🥺🥺 and even if Glory wouldn’t have feelings for Snowfall back I still think it’s cute :3

3: That’s basically canon lol :3

4: RAHHHH YES !!!

5: BAHAHA honestly Dune x Webs could be something,,

6: YES YES YES YES I AM SO GLAD IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO SHIPS SEQUOIA X MONARCH !1!!1!1!!1!1!1!1!!1!1

7: Ooooo honestly Polyamorous mudwings is fire !!!!!!

8: Yessss Swordtail x Hailstorm is fire :D

9: Coral having a crush on Moorhen/dating Moorhen is something I could see lol :3

10: Polyamorous Thorn !!!!

11: Chameleon x Mastermind is a ship I don’t see much, but I lowkey think it’s cool :3

12: Honestly yeah I can see that

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

The British Invasion: The History of British Rock, Vol. 7 1991 Pop / Psychedelic Rock / Psychedelic Pop / Pop-Rock

Plenty to say about a whole bunch of the British Invasion songs that were included on this comp, so let's cut to the chase and start with its most provocative group of all: John's Children, a very short-lived band, who, like the Sex Pistols roughly a decade later, seemed to employ an attention-seeking blend of controversy, spectacle, and outrage, but backed it up with music that, at least in retrospect, was certainly worth hearing. But that's really only because their manager, who also managed The Yardbirds, was quite cognizant of the fact that John's Children were, musically, a horrendous band, and slyly continued the charade by enlisting session musicians to play on their records rather than the band members themselves. As such, their 1965 debut single, "Smashed! Blocked!," seems to reflect the surreal madness of what their stage show was like, as a whirling, manic episode of pop hysteria that kind of feels like a mashed-together medley of completely disjointed ideas. Somehow, this song is both wildly psychedelic and also a soft doo wop ballad, and while it's definitely something that's self-aware and campily fantastic, it only sounds good because the people who played on it weren't actually in John's Children at all 😂. And then they briefly added future glam rock hero Marc Bolan of T. Rex fame to their ranks afterwards too.

And again, we have The Hollies, who I think have appeared on every volume of this series thus far, except for one. When I last posted about them on Friday, I mentioned what a perfect piece of upbeat power pop "Look Through Any Window" is, but today I'm gonna talk about how impressively chameleonic The Hollies had a capacity to be too. They manage to sound like a cross between The Four Seasons and The Beach Boys with their rich vocal harmonies on their opening of "Carrie-Anne," and then in the early 70s, they'd sound deliberately like CCR on "Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress," with that Louisiana swamp rock sound that was actually from...Berkeley, California. And The Hollies were not particularly known for being either Four Seasons- or Beach Boys- or CCR-esque—they were better comped to The Beatles—but clearly, they could sound like either of those very distinctly different groups if they wanted to too, which I think is a testament to how great they really were.

Next, The Walker Bros.' "The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine (Anymore)": speaking of imitating sounds, co-producers Johnny Franz and Ivor Raymonde spun themselves a real baroque breathtaker with this cover of Frankie Valli by figuring out how to re-create Phil Spector's own revolutionary 'Wall of Sound' technique. The Walkers themselves weren't British, but Franz and Raymonde were, and with a song like this, it was like their country now had their own answer to America's Righteous Brothers, as the Walker sibs succeeded far better in the UK than they did in the States. The Righteous Bros.' "You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'," which had represented Spector's first song with them, was released in November of '64, and then this Walker Bros. one followed in February of '65. And as a pair of similarly epically soaring tunes by singing men who weren't brothers but called themselves so, both songs ended up topping the singles chart in the UK.

And then for some actual brothers, it's pretty remarkable to find a group like The Bee Gees unassumingly nestled within a comp like this that's dedicated to documenting the British 60s writ large. Typically, we first associate The Bee Gees and their magical falsettos with the peak of glitzy, hairy-chested disco in the late 70s and Saturday Night Fever, but a decade and more before that, they were also around with a completely different sound, and "To Love Somebody" is a pretty terrific and string-laden example of the blue-eyed pop-soul that they were making back then.

So another total banger of a comp here from Rhino. Feels like they're kind of continuing to lose the plot with each successive volume of this series, as not everything's rock, not everything succeeded in the States, and not everything's totally British either, but many of the songs that they selected are excellent nonetheless, and I guess that probably matters more than anything else.

Highlights:

The Easybeats - "Friday On My Mind" Los Bravos - "Black Is Black" Donovan - "Mellow Yellow" John's Children - "Smashed! Blocked!" Dusty Springfield - "You Don't Have to Say You Love Me" Jonathan King - "Everyone's Gone to the Moon" The Smoke - "My Friend Jack" Small Faces - "All or Nothing" Eric Burdon & The Animals - "See See Rider" The Walker Bros. - "The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine (Anymore)" The Hollies - "Carrie-Anne" Wild Uncertainty - "A Man With Money" The Bee Gees - "To Love Somebody" The Tremeloes - "Silence Is Golden" The Merseys - "Sorrow"