#wanna throw them in a blender

[stillaclownlol]

Why is he like this /pos

[saishu-harachi-thegatorlord]

People seem to like the drdt textposts so- here’s some more!

[citroncynique]

but do you truly hate him more than you hate yourself?

canto 5 keeps feeding me. I love me some good ambiguous dialogue where you can infer that ish is either reciprocating heath's negative feelings or admitting that she also dislikes herself. 10/10. good food. I'm so happy with how these two are being written and developed.

[tumblweeds-omegaverse]

worldbuilding thing I've been wondering about:

how do you handle gender identity, gender expression, and/or gender stereotypes, within your omegaverse writings?

this goes for ocs and for fanfics!

if alphas are physically male in the way we'd consider a human to be physically male, that's a statement on their sex, yeah? not their gender.

you can have the body parts implied there and still be a gender that is not "man". so how's that work for omegaverse? especially if alphas can be male or female.

how do you describe gender within your omegaverse? is it based more around dynamic / secondary? (alpha/beta/omega) or around sex? (male/female/others if they apply)

do people get gendered expectations assigned to them based on their sex, on their dynamic, on the combination of both?

(ex: is there a difference between the gender roles given to a female omega versus a male omega? are the stereotypes for a male beta like or unlike those of a male omega?)

could there be such a difference between female alphas, female betas, and female omegas, that only some female people are considered women, while others are labeled with some other term due to their dynamic? or are all female people considered to be women? (assuming they're all cisgender...but if you've got trans headcanons I wanna hear those too!)

I'm curious about this because it's reasonable to say something like "our image of what is masculine appearance / behavior is shaped by our society and time period," right? (since male doesn't have to equal man or masculine, but there's often some connection)

but that structure wouldn't be built from the same stuff in omegaverse. since behaviors and such could be associated with different groups.

so...if a male alpha is seen as a feminine presenting person, what does that mean in your verse?

are masculine and feminine less about what exists in your verse and more about the limitations of our own language?

is it something else altogether?

[tragicclownwrites]

🤡

[lucidicer]

might do a lil solo sióar edit just to show off their new scars before i start on anything else i think

[incorrect-incorrect-jump]

;; the mmj recap animation was so good ough

;; my heart

;; as per usual with mmj i had to skip the mai and haruka arguement scenes because it made me want to sob

;; im so insane about them

[raiseupyourbat]

Me and Russ ended up yelling at each other A LOT in the replies on this with more ideas. way too much to condense here properly I think so check the replies if you wanna see us talking about loop making The Worst Possible Decisions they can in this situation <3

Isa loops au except like. Technically siffrin is still the one looping and still the one to make the wish, it's just that he's not the one who actually remembers the loops. Isabeau is.

[stump-not-found]

hrgh rambled on vc about theraprism bill for hours and i woulda kept doing it . will tuck it safely under the read more

institutes are banal in their cruelty . agency is a complicated subject . bill is a cornered rat who's always been a cornered rat . what does he look like in a scenario where he's back at square one ?

i think he'd lock tf in honestly . tbob wasn't a bad attempt . like the book was a mess of him oversharing, but he managed to get something out the door that wasn't meant to . high security facility for tyrants and he still slipped something thru the cracks -- that's interesting ! i wanna play in that space which takes into account bill cipher is competent and more than willing to rip his fate out of the jaws of whatever sick punchline the universe is setting up for him

i think bill cipher can have his moments of patheticness . he's fun to put in the blender for a lil bit i also enjoy a bill cipher jamba juice from time to time

i just also think he got where he was in life for a reason . he's charismatic . he's funny . people genuinely like him, a natural born cult leader . he's extremely smart, and knowledgeable . he's willing to do a lotta shit most people wouldn't which already puts him ahead of the game

i think the thing that's the most fun about bill being in the theraprism is when you acknowledge he's a person . he's been put in a place where he no longer has any agency . his entire life has been chasing any scrap of agency he can get, and never feeling like he's got it . i love that thread, because this wouldn't be anything new for him -- bill's never had agency as far as he's concerned . always clawing his way for the right to exist

he's a cornered rat, he's always been a cornered rat, and he's gotten pretty god damn good at clawing his way back to the top . i think it's fun being able to explore what that looks like, how that power struggle would function in a place where he is pretty well and truly powerless

then if you throw ford into the mix, now he's got a wedge . and it's fun playing with bill trying to reconcile the ways he wants to use ford as leverage, with the reality that ford is his weakness . that doesn't change just because bill beefed it big time . the fact he won't acknowledge that just about dooms him to it, and that's awesome . i love cycles man. keep pretending that love did not undo you in a mind-bogglingly brief amount of time, i'm clapping and cheering about it yippeeeeee

ohhh it's just so fun . take my man and have him lock tf in . i wanna see him clawing at those walls and being a genuine threat to the system, while coming to terms with the fact that reincarnation is just about inevitable

it's such a weird fucking situation . you can talk so much about personhood, and agency, and how he took those things from others, but like . dude you still deserve to be a person . you still deserve to be treated well . so did all the people you hurt . theraprism presents such a good pressure chamber to have a narrative exploring how someone like bill reconciles those facts, if ever

rooting for you man . i think your success is more narratively interesting than failure

oh goddd and don't get me started on the meta implications of reincarnation as a narrative representation of how so frequently "character redemption" equals the death of the original character, replacing them with someone completely different, usually "good" and "domestic" hhhhhhh

turn him into a moth . turn him into a human . at the end of the day his personality has been so twisted and warped it's not even the same person anyways

my tuoyyyyys

[nebudaze]

BRO PLEASE PLEASE, draw Poseidon strangling Hades into a hug (maybe Zeus too but like also choking him ig?)

I NEED THIS (srsly you don't need to if you don't want to :>)

I LOVE YOUR DESIGNS OF THEM I WANNA THROW THEM INTO A BLENDER.

<3

I assume it’s modern au since you mentioned Hades too. Sooooo. Here you go! Big bro and his trouble bringer(s) XD

alt ver. + extra under the cut!

[hoonieyun]

final girl

pairing: sim jaeyun x reader x park sunghoon

warnings: slasher horror movie themes, mentions of death and murder, blood, true crime obsession, psychopathic behavior, guns, physical violence, threats, violent activity, a little suggestive, serial killer behavior, 18+ not proofread

wc: 2361

the sound of jake’s heavy footsteps behind you sound a lot closer than they seem, it was like the fear that this whole ordeal has instilled in you has corrupted your perception. in a moment of fear, you decide to turn around as you’re running up the stairs which turns out to be a big mistake as jake takes this as an opportunity to gain on you, his hand tightly gripping your ankle; causing the both of you to fall onto the steps of the stairwell. 

a grunt leaves your lips as you try and get away from jake, a crazed look in his eyes as he tries to tighten his grip on your ankle and pull you towards, but with your free leg your foot comes in contact with his nose; causing him to let go and allowing you to scramble back onto your feet. 

you use that time to run away and find a place to hide, choosing the first room you find that was open which just so happens to be jay’s bedroom but before you’re even able to slam the door shut behind you; jake is pushing into the room. his strength was unmatched to yours and it leads you to falling onto jay’s bed. glancing over at jake, you couldn’t even look at him the same. 

your once best friend who you, at some point, loved so much; was now someone you couldn’t look at with nothing but disgust. you slowly crawl backwards on jay’s bed as jake towers over you. his knife held tightly in his hand was all you could look at, “i don’t wanna hurt you.. 

yn.. i love you. i promise i don’t wanna hurt you, please don’t make me hurt you.. i can convince heeseung to keep you alive. we don’t have to kill you. just– all you have to do is say that you’re mine and everything will be fine..” 

jake’s gaze was glued onto your face, you could only imagine the type of frightened expression you had on your face– “you don’t want to hurt me..?” you ask, a tremble in your voice and jake just nods as he gets closer to you. his face was just a foot away while his hand slowly made its way to hold your face. 

if you didn’t have a plan in mind, his touch would’ve made your skin crawl– and it did, but you couldn’t let it show. jake was too focused on your face that he didn’t notice your hand creeping towards the guitar that was laid to the side of jay’s bed. 

“well.. i want to hurt you.” and before jake can react, you’re swinging the guitar with whatever strength you had left and whacking jake. the guitar cracks and breaks in several pieces as jake stumbles off of the bed, freeing you. a pain groan and cough leaves his chest as you run away, throwing the guitar neck at jake as you leave. 

“sorry jay, i’ll get you a new guitar..” you mutter, running away and shutting the door behind you. 

you make your way back downstairs in hopes of finding jay or aiding sunghoon in some way but before you could even get to sunghoon, you see jay laying on the floor of the kitchen with heeseung standing over him. his knife gripped between his gloved fingers, preparing to finish jay off the way jake couldn’t. 

with quick thinking, you rush over to them and hurl the blender towards heeseung’s head. heeseung staggers over, grunting as the glass blender shatters over his head while you quickly help jay off of the floor and back to the living room to get sunghoon. 

now that you knew sunghoon was alive, all you had to do was survive and escape, which is a lot more said than done. 

before exiting the kitchen, you grab a knife of your own to have some sort of protection, if heeseung and jake wanted to gut you with blades, then two could play that game. you’re running behind jay, watching him crouch down to his brother and help him up, a sigh of relief leaves your lips as you see sunghoon is still conscious but that sigh soon turns into a sharp gasp as two strong hands snatch your body from behind. 

jake, who was waiting in the shadows, wraps his hands around your throat and waist. pulling you flush towards his body, “drop it.” he whispers into your ear and you have no choice but to drop the one piece of protection you had. the knife hits the carpet with barely a sound before jake is whispering in your ear again. 

“good girl… i’m glad you know how to listen.” 

his words make you feel sick but fearing for your life; you aren’t able to do anything but stand pushed up against jake’s body as he holds your life in his hands. the knife pressed to your neck was cold, despite being used tonight, and his breath on your skin made the hair rise on the back of your neck. 

your gaze is fixed on jay who is tending to sunghoon, putting pressure on his gash after freeing him from his restraints and the gag in his mouth. everyone’s eyes shoot towards the front when someone bursts through, “fbi, hands where i can see them!” taeyong emerges from the door and for once you feel relief knowing that someone has come to save you and your friends. 

jake stiffens behind you at the sight of taeyong holding a gun that was directed towards him. you could tell that he was slightly thrown off, hearing him swallow the nerves down his throat as his grip tightens on your waist and neck. “jake, drop the knife..” taeyong warns but your joy of being saved is short lived when a knife is suddenly pierced through his neck, blood pouring down his clothes as he coughs. 

taeyong’s body drops to the floor and you’re left with your mouth ajar as your only chance of surviving was now lying in a pool of his blood. 

“that was easy.” heeseung says as he snatches the knife and walks over taeyong’s body, cleaning it off with his glove. “so.. who’s next?” he asks, pointing his knife towards the twin brothers, moving it side to side as if he was playing eeney meeney miney moe. “actually..” heeseung says, bending over and grabbing the gun from taeyong’s lifeless hands. you were afraid that he was going to resort to shooting you all instead of his traditional knife but all heeseung does is empty the bullet chamber and tosses the weapon aside. 

“please, you didn’t think i was going to use that? gross.. i may be a serial killer but i’d never use a gun. a knife is way more fun and… satisfying.” he says, a tight lipped smile on his face. you struggle against jake’s grip, writhing under his grasp but he isn’t letting up.”you know yn.. none of this would’ve ever happened if that fucker right there never came into the picture.” he says, pointing his knife at sunghoon who was furrowing his thick eyebrows at jake. 

you couldn’t help but feel pain and guilt while you looked at him. pain and agony paired with anger was painted across his face and all you could think about was the fact that maybe jake was right. none of this would’ve ever happened if you never met sunghoon, let alone became his girlfriend; jake probably would’ve confessed at some point and maybe you would’ve dated him instead.. 

these thoughts run through your mind as you weigh your options and it seemed like there was truly only one option in your head that seemed the most possible. 

“it’s not too late, baby.. you could still be mine and all of this would be over.” jake whispers, pressing a slight kiss onto the shell of your ear. your lips quivered as you looked at sunghoon and for a moment, it was just the two of you. like all of the dangers in the room disappeared and it was simply you and sunghoon standing together. you had a silent agreement and it was as if he could read your mind with the way he gave you a small nod. 

“okay..” you muttered and jake repeated it back to you in the form of a question. 

“ok.. i’ll be yours jake. just like how you want.” you confessed, tears in your eyes as you turn around when jake’s grip loosens. you take that opportunity to turn around and face him, gently placing your hand on his cheek as you stare into one another’s eyes. “really?” he asks and you nod in response. “i forgive you.. please don’t hurt me, jake…” you tried your best to not let your tears fall. sincerity was dripping from your words and jake couldn’t feel any happier to hear what you were saying. 

only if it were true. 

your hand finds its way to the knife in his and you snatch it away and jump out of the way just as sunghoon lunges forward and tackles jake to the ground. his shoulders pummeling into jake’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him. jay watches this play out and follows suit, tackling heeseung before he could interfere while you scramble to figure out what to do next. you watched the four boys wrestle with one another, jake and sunghoon are trading punches while jay is sitting on top of heeseung, letting him have it. 

you needed to find a way to gain some leverage and that was when you remembered that you weren’t entirely hopeless. the night that you had come up with the plan and told sunghoon you needed to go somewhere, you met with someone you had been speaking to and bought a firearm from him– knowing that you’d be able to use it in some way to help you. and that was now. you run towards the closet that they had used to hide sunghoon and your hunch was right, there on one of the hooks was your bag. 

rummaging through it quickly, you feel your fingers graze the cold metal of the gun and with a swift motion to ensure that there were still bullets inside of it. “one, two, three- five.. ok.” you count to yourself as you load the gun back up and with the click of the safety, everyone’s eyes are on you as you aim the gun at jake. 

“get the fuck off of him..” you warn as you threaten jake who now found himself on top of jake, hammering down his fist onto your boyfriend’s face. jake brings his hands up in submission, eyes wide at the gun in your hands, “woah.. pretty girl, let’s calm down, ok?” he says but his words only piss you off even more. 

sending one warning shot into the ceiling, jake flinches and climbs off of jake. sunghoon and jay limp to your side as you keep your gun aimed at the two people in front of you. you were all in a standstill as the tension in the room continues to get thicker and thicker. 

the gun in your hands was getting heavy and it was getting harder to breathe the longer you pointed the gun at the two people you once called friends. 

jake suddenly dashes towards you and almost like it was an instinct, you fire three bullets into his chest. everyone gasps at your action, jake who was once standing and running towards you is halted in his path when the bullets shoot through him. blood moistens the fabric of his clothes as he falls to his knees, one last glance into your eyes as he falls forward. 

heeseung, who was standing to the side, watches this in anger as his once perfect plan was now falling apart. he grabs the knife by his feet and when he rushes forward you try to shoot him but in your state of shock, you miss. 

a second attempt at shooting heeseung fails as the bullets in your gun had been used up, “shit!” you exclaim and as you prepare for the impact from heeseung while sunghoon moves himself in front of you, shielding you from the danger but it never comes as another gunshot rips through the air. 

heeseung falls forward with a thud and reveals detective irene, holding a gun that was aimed to where heeseung was just standing. the three of you look at irene with wide eyes as you soon realize both assailants have now been taken care of and irene was here to save you. 

you and the twins make your way over to irene but jake suddenly lunges upwards in an attempt to grab sunghoon but you’re quick to grab the gun from irene and shoot him in the chest one more time. his grip on sunghoon’s leg loosens as he looks at you once again. 

“i would’ve never hurt you, i love you too much..” jake coughs as blood from his mouth splatters the carpet. you blink at his lifeless body while irene escorts all of you out of the hellhole that was this house. before leaving, you decide to shoot heeseung again, causing everyone to whip their heads around to the sound, “just making sure that fucker’s dead..” you say, handing the gun back to irene as you and your friends finally walk through the door; leaving the gruesome crimescene behind. 

the cold night air nips at your bruised skin as you walk hand in hand with sunghoon, who easily slips his hand into yours; a sense of comfort that you haven’t felt in so long. you rest your head on sunghoon’s shoulder as jay leans on the support beam of his front porch. 

the sounds of sirens get louder as you look into the distance, the colors of red and blue bleed into the night sky, and for once in a long time; you breathe a sigh of relief knowing that it wouldn’t be followed by something that would make your breath get caught your throat shortly after. 

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detectives notes: the decelis killers have been identified as sim jaeyun and lee heeseung, who orchestrated and committed the murders. both assailants are deceased, leaving 3 survivors, yn, sunghoon, and jay who are now in police custody for questioning and medical aid.

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[evilminji]

You know how in Naruto, Sealing is a Finicky Art?

It's like computer coding, calligraphy, and symbolism had a super-powered/reality bending baby. You gotta think in VERY ADHD twirls and swirls too be any good at it. Which is why the Uzumaki rocked it so hard. But I digress.

Is Complexe AF.

Bends Reality and is EASY to fuck up.

Wanna bet? The BEST way to learn/use it? Is to copy already functioning examples? But Oh! How do you KNOW they are functioning? Safe? Well OBVIOUSLY, your Skilled At Seals teacher looks at it first! THEN gives it too you!

Using random seals you find in the dirt is how you get splattered across three different countryside in peices, after all. Possibly take out a nearly Town or two while your at it. No One Is THAT Dumb... RIGHT?

Enter Stage Right o/~☆ Humanity, Everybody! *polite, if strained, golf clapping*

They ABSOLUTELY Are!

Especially Ninja!

Ninja who, after fuckin MURDERING A WHOLE ASS VILLAGE OF SEALING MASTERS, decided to pick through the rubble! Because THAT is gonna work out GREAT! After all... it's not like you just KILLED the fuckers who could tell you what IS and IS NOT functional!

Was that once the "hazardous advanced class' sealing failures" bin? Or was it the "super awesome candy and rainbows" stash!? You don't know. NO ONE DOES NOW. You fuckin KILLED THE PEOPLE WHO DID.

They had their own REGIONAL Sealing Script.

You know, the one they taught to THEIR STUDENTS. Not outsiders. The students you KILLED, you absolute fuck nuggets. But hey! The threat of the Super Scary Sealing Masters is no more! Good job. You've successfully burned down the library. It can't hurt you ever again.

But NOW? You have piles upon piles of GIBBERISH.

You can only VAGUELY tell the novice seals from the master's. And even then? Do you have any idea what most of them DO? Nope. And after a certain point in training? The shaky, uncertain hand writing becomes smooth enough, that it all blends together in "Seals".

Now... what is the SMART thing to do?

Curse your hubris and the atrocities your fear allowed you to commit, obviously. But BEYOND that, Don't Touch Them. But we're Ninja. So WE are all suicidal idiots. The less smart but still Reasonably Precautionary thing to do? Study the amateur Seals. Learn Sealing from other masters.

Crack the Regional Script and slowly, painstakingly, work through each seal as we sort out what is and isn't safe. What can be salvaged. What can be used and how.

A process that will likely take years if not decades.

But of course, that's not GOOD ENOUGH for certain grabby handed, power hungry, short sighted, fuck weasels! No, no. It much EASIER to just throw human life into the blender until profit pops out! Completely IGNORING, of course, that SOME of these?

Could very well be the "Too Dangerous To Ever Use/Will Destroy Us All/Take Them All With Us" type of Seals that Kage usually LOCK UP. The kind you CAN'T destroy once you've made them, because the fall out would be WORSE. And?

Even if you are a murderous, middle management, go nowhere in your life, BASTARD of a ninja? Sometimes you can look down at the massive, intricately detailed, killer off nation's before you. Something that was WRAPPED in locks upon locks upon chains upon seals. And KNOW in your selfish, survival at all costs little heart... You DO NOT want anyone to fuck with this.

You CAN NOT let anyone fuck with this.

NO ONE can be allowed to touch it.

Not for ANYTHING.

You may fear S Class Kage and Missing Nin and what all else they may do to you. But THIS? Your eyes can't even properly FOCUS on it. It's like a tunnel that's lined with poetry, stretching all the way to the Earth's core. It's perfectly flat. It moves, a gentle rotation. But is that just your eyes, tricking you?

So much ink, it swallows the scroll, and this is when it's COMPRESSED.

How many nations?

How many NATIONS must this monstrosity span, when free?

It must have taken a Master decades, if not their entire life, to complete. Possibly a family, several generations. But... but gods it is a work of MADNESS. No wonder it was sealed. It speak, you... you THINK... of Death...

Of it's KING.

Something BEYOND the Shinigami. BEYOND Death and the Purelands.

Who the FUCK would try to summon something beyond GODS? Did they think they could control it? Chain it like the bijuu? You're so cold inside. Because you KNOW. You fucking KNOW, the ambitions and arrogance of those above you.

They'll think they can.

They won't listen.

You... you have to take this and RUN. You stand no chance. But no chance is better then oblivion. Anything is better then standing by and watching it happen.

You obviously don't make it. You never expected too. But at least... at least you won't have to watch whatever THAT is... arrive... fuck...

At least you TRIED.

And? Because leaf Ninja, specifically certain teams, have the MOST Shit luck imaginable? They arrive, having crossed paths with several other teams, on the way back home (yay! Warm food and real beds!) Just in time to see a desperate looking ninja from one of the small villages get fuckin pincushioned. Drop what is VERY clearly an Uzushio Scroll of considerable size and SEVERE SSS+ DO Not EVER Touch Grade Type Markings, and then some joining from that same village go to grab it.

Notice them.

You know... the multiple LEAF NINJA. Who TOO THIS DAY, wear the UZU swirl on their uniforms as a mourning tribute to the DEAR AND PRECIOUS ALLIES they could not save. The Uzushio Allies. Those ones. The ones that were, in fact, from Uzushio.

LIKE THE SCROLL YOU ARE HOLDING.

By the WAY! How DID you get that Scroll? Doesn't seem like something our dear friends would just HAND over, now does it? You didn't happen to LOOT THEIR FUCKIN GRAVES did you? Cause we sure would be MAD about that!

:)

Real Mad.

Dude obviously panics. Because that? That is a VERY pissed off bunch of Ninja, many in the bingo book, one of whom is Very Clearly throwing off BIJUU CHAKRA. And just said "my family's" Ha ha... Oh Shit that's an Uzumaki.

So he decides to USE THE SEAL.

What does it do?

He doesn't know! But it's probably SOMETHING big and impressive, right?

Yes. :) Yes it Does.

*Crack*

The SKY cracks. Like a pane of glass, struck by a hammer. Spiderwebbing as far as the eye can see above them, all from one central point, directly above the seal. The cracks there are concentrated. A point of impact. And through the cracks... something GREEN shines.

Brighter then the daylight around it, yet darker in color then the blue of the sky. Lazily whisping out like escaping mist. Time seems slow as their eyes all whip up wards. Even with senses beyond the normal human base, it is... inconceivable. SOMETHING winds back. They can not see it.

But they can feel it.

Like changing pressure as a storm rolls in.

*Crack!*

Green overtakes the blue. The sky a Kaleidescape of shards, held together by stubbornness alone. Reflecting a calm day that seems IMPOSSIBLE in the face of what's occurring. There should be wind. Great pressure changes in the face of so much FORCE, but the trees are eerily still.. utterly silent..

Nothing dares bring attention to itself.

Some distant part of their minds try to gather the thought that... that it could be an illusion. They... they should check. But they can FEEL it. Like a weight draped gently but without mercy upon their shoulders. It did not slam. But... but they can not move. Can barely breathe. It is beyond killing intent.

It is simply...

DEATH.

*CRASH!*

At last, the sky gives way. A fist, the size of towers punching through. It... it is almost elegant. A ring, almost in the shinigami's visage, wraps itself in a howling and snarled menace, around a great shining finger. A glove protects almost delicate looking, claw tipped fingers. The fist pulls back. Shard of sky falling, Floating, suspended in their moment of destruction, a glittering frame for the gapping wound that has overtaken everything.

Death...

Death has Green Eyes.

A crown of ice and starlight, pulled straight from the coldest north, hair that drifts like the drowned. His skin is that of a corpse. His breath a coldness that seems to suck all warmth from the world. There is no rage, no great irritation, his face merely twisted in slight annoyance. Mild displeasure.

And yet it feels like their greatest sin.

It BURNS.

They are ants. Less then ants. He... He LOOMS so TALL. The Green BURNS into their eyes, into their veins, chokes their lungs. The silence stretches. Those great eyes, the eyes of a GOD, move from them. To the man with the Seal.

He dies instantly.

Shit.

They... they need to... to...

Naruto wanders over and picks up the scroll, completely ignore the Giant Sky God Of Death and how all his friends are frozen in primordial fear. He roughly shakes the dirt off the delicate old relic, then squint at it. Figures he's holding it upside-down. Flipping it, he squints harder. Tilts his head and hums.

"Oh!"

He holds his hand up, turning to look at the terrifying Deity From Beyond Comprehension.

"It's me! I'm the Uzumaki! But, uh, I didn't actually summon you? Our stuff got stolen. Which really sucks!" He looks down again, brings the paper nearly to his nose trying to make out some thing. "Uuuuuh, huh. Got it! Can you get smaller? I don't got any BBQ or anything ON me right now, but Choji's Family makes REALLY good food! We can go out to eat? Ooh ooh! Maybe RAMEN! You like Ramen, right?!"

"Yep, Definitely one of Shouta's."

Rumbles The Actual Fucking King Of Death, shaking the trees and ground under your feet. As you probably stare at your fellow Leaf Nin like WTF.

"Sure, man. Give me a second."

And suddenly? He's leaning forward. Shrinking and twisting in ways that are painful to look at. The sky is... is not healing, so much as UNcracking. Rewinding itself to a pristine state. Until only a large, floating, armored God in black and white floats above you. Glowing.

One that... that is apparently FRIENDS with the Uzumaki Clan.

Because of course he is.

Naruto's introducing his Toads. And teammates. You almost feel bad for Hatake. But like? Better you then me, buddy. THEN? Death? Decides? For some inconceivable reason. "You know what? Im'ma just turn into a human WITH NO CHAKRA NETWORK. Reeeeeally freak out the locals."

And now Leaf is INCHARGE of entertaining A GOD until he decides to leave.

Or (presumably) Else.

And!! Because life loves to kick ninjas IN THE BALLS (for their stupid, STUPID life choices, YOU FUCKERS) it just HAD to be the One God? That can SEE DEAD PEOPLE. Because it's not like ninjas have Death Related Traumas or anything!

*internal ninja screaming*

Feed the guy some BBQ! Stat! Please Akimichi! Save us!

@hdgnj @hypewinter @the-witchhunter @ailithnight @nerdpoe @mutable-manifestation

[citroncynique]

That's not her name.

back at it w/ the heathmael misery. I wanna throw them both in a blender. love these two.

[peanutheaddd]

Hello!!! I just wanted to say that your art is sooooo awesome and I LOVE your art style!!! Your art taste like candy like it’s THAT GOOD! Anyways uhhh that’s all have a nice day 😋

GETS REAALLYYYY FUCKING SHY!!!! BRI SILLY I LOVE YUOR ART TOO!!!!!!!!!!!! UR ART IS SOOOOO FREAKING CUTE IT MAKES ME GET CUTENESS AGGRESSION I WANNA THROW THEM INTO A BLENDER 😁😁😁😁😁 HOLDS UR HAND AND SKIPS IN A FIELD OF ORANGE AND BLUE FLOWERS

[dizzydoyer]

Hi!! I've read "I'll Never Meet Another You" (I absolutely love it btw) and saw your latest post about designing "You" and I noticed it said that we're supposed to be designed to have Wally's mother's eyes which got me thinking back to INMAY where he says he's glad that the reader is becoming a mother because he misses his own mom. It got me thinking - what exactly was Wally's mother like? It seems like her and Wally were close, is this true? What exactly was her relationship with Wally's father like? Did she really love Wally's father or was she more so trapped in the marriage? Was Wally's father abusive towards her? I ask this because in the fic it said that Wally's mom slept in a different room than his father and said that Wally and his mom just slept together in the same room but I didn't know if she slept in another room for strict religious reasons or if she just didn't wanna be left in a room alone with him... The detail noted of Home designing us with his mother's eyes got me wondering what she looks like too, does Wally look like her or more like his father? Sorry for all the questions lmao

Thank you! I'm glad you like it. Ask as many questions as you want.

Unfortunately with genetics we don't get to pick and choose who we look like. But in this case! We get to play around. Because Wally was born at Home, Home got to pick it's favorite features from it's original toys to make one all its own. Wally does have more of what his father looked like, only far more effeminate. One specific thing is mental health, the worst traits tend to be the ones passed on. Especially back then.

At some point I'll probably throw something down about when Wally was little-little. Unfortunately, that sort of situation was very common in the 50's. A lot of people slept in a different bed or even a different room entirely. I didn't make Mr. Darling abusive in the physical sense. Or not towards Wally at least. More along the lines of "blinded by need and greed", family fell by the wayside in favor of all the promises fed to him by God.

The only absolute truths Wally does remember about his own parents is that they didn't like each other (which is a reason he's desperate for you to like him). His mother took care of him and his father was scary at times.

(throw waco, joey drew and HP Lovecraft himself in a blender.) The unhealthy guy that pops out is Wally's dad.

For his mom? A hysterical, paranoid drinker/ pill popper. She herself is downright tragic. Maybe she tried to actually kill her son a few times, not that she could've ever got close. After all. She knew what she was going to give birth to.

I haven't gotten that far yet, only that Wally's mother had unhealthy coping mechanism that she passed on. When you know deep down your own children will never experience real life, you'd probably be depressed too. Everyone involved just making the best about a bad situation that's framed as prosperity.

So fun times all around! If I did design them, they'd probably just be scribbles for a long time. Until Wally can finally recall a face.

Edit.

Ah. I didn't answer the question again. Wally's parents did probably love each other at the start. But then whatever incident happened. Meeting God or either, the one failure that would push a man to push away love in favor of some nebulous thing.

It's probably best Wally doesn't know about all that. I'm sure it was very fun while it was happening for Home though. One does have to establish stakes for the original residence.

[theaskscenter]

Mother sorry to disappoint you but I'm not going back after starting this journey .I need to have atleast one privilege & that's beauty coz I'm not rich atleast lemme be a pretty brokie.I need it and I'm gonna have it no matter what so gimme those tips coz ur babygirl is ready i been ready , just throw them out . It's ok if you don't wanna help me I will find it someway or the other coz Mama thatbitchery once said successful people are obsessed so yeah... I'm not gonna stop....

SO. you remember that overweight guy in the eighties or something that went on a one year fast and ate nothing but vitamin pills.

Im just going to say. It works. I know a girl that got a blood check and bought the vitamin pills and went on a three month juice fast taking nothing but them and lost well. Let's just say she went from whatever that was to Barbara Palvin. And by juice I mean like smoothie? You don't use a juicer you use a blender so you can keep the fibers.

You asked.