#'what else would he eat' plants and normal human food !!!

[floralovebot]

fans that don't understand why garth doesn't want to eat fish how does it feel to be wrong and incorrect

[phoenixkaptain]

I have So Many thoughts about Scum Villain I have so many feelings I am overflowing with Them I am drowning in it I am dying

Shen Qingqiu telling everyone (including himself!) that he didn’t mourn for Binghe, okay? He did not mourn for him! He just repaired his first sword and buried it in his back garden so he could sit by it for hours at a time! He just felt so guilty that he concocted an entire elaborate ploy to off himself but still live so that Luo Binghe could get revenge on him! He just stopped eating because he didn’t have to eat in the first place and food tastes bland when it’s not made by Binghe! He called out Binghe’s name and compared Gongyi Xiao to Binghe and thought about Binghe at least once every three sentences, but he was Not mourning! He was just vibing, okay, you don’t get it-

The extra where Shen Qingqiu sees Luo Binghe during the five years he was dead. And Luo Binghe is working diligently and always busy and makes food everyday like he’s waiting for Shen Qingqiu to wake up. And he says he doesn’t know how much longer he can take it, but he takes it for years and would’ve taken it for even longer if he had to. And he holds Shen Qingqiu’s body to feed him qi and Shen Qingqiu recognizes it as the way he held Luo Binghe when he got hurt. And even though loterally everyone thought Luo Binghe was doing awful things to Shen Qingqiu’s body, all evidence points to him just holding it. Luo Binghe never touched Shen Qingqiu inappropriately and he was so sad and he was so broken.

The part where Luo Binghe says “Theoretically, how would someone go about showing another person that they have strong feelings for them?”

Mobei-jun: “Have you tried beating him up three times a day?”

Luo Binghe: “Mobei-jun, you are uninvited from answering.”

Shang Qinghua thinking about Peerless Cucumber everytime he gets insulted and getting nostalgic about it, but then pretending he only “just remembered” the username when he actually meets Shen Qingqiu and finds out he’s the one Shang Qinghua has been fondly remembering for literal years. You only remembered just barely, huh, Shang Qinghua? Yeah, okay, sure…

Shen Qingqiu was purposefully pretending to be stupid so that Liu Qingge would beat up his own Bai Zhan Peak disciples. Shen Qingqiu finds out they were bullying Luo Binghe and vows to get revenge, he was purposefully playing dumb so that Liu Qingge would volunteer someone to come up and then he’d go, “whoop, haha, silly me, you were right, Shidi :)”

Shang Qinghua comes back from a trip and everyone is talking about how weird Shen Qingqiu is acting and he’s like “What? What happened? How is he acting strange?” and Yue Qingyuan replies “He had a peaceful conversation with me for two hours” and Shang Qinghua immediately goes “He’s cursed, he’s definitely cursed, is he dying??”

Everyone else: “Shen-shixiong is being nice to us…”

Yue Qingyuan: “Is there any way to get Shen-shidi back to normal?”

Everyone else, internally: “Maybe, but I’m not looking for it.”

The entire Holy Mausoleum section. It’s stuck with me for two years. I love all of it. From beginning to end. The entire section, the moment Shen Qingqiu wakes up in a coffin to the moment Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe get out. All of it. Every single thing that happens is comedy gold and I will never get over it.

But of course there are highlights.

Shen Qingqiu, knocking on a coffin he can’t open, trying to hide from the things wandering around trying to kill him: “Excuse me, may I come in?”

Tianlang-jun, inside that coffin: “Sure.”

Shen Qingqiu just casually carting his boy Binghe around. Hanging out. Trying not to die. Getting stabbed multiple times and having plants grow out of his legs. The usual.

The Old Huan Hua Palace Master being a human stick. At first, Shen Qingqiu is like “omg Binghe is insane.” Then, after the Old Palace Master acts creepy towards Binghe and kind of implies creepiness about Binghe’s mom, Shen Qingqiu goes: “No, wait, yeah, this guy deserves this and worse.”

Shen Qingqiu: sits up in his coffin

Meng Mo: “I can’t help you wake up Luo Binghe.”

Shen Qingqiu: lays back down in his coffin

Meng Mo: “What are you- Are you going back to sleep?!”

Shen Qingqiu calling Zhuzhi-lang “Xizhi-lang” and Zhuzhi-lang tripping over his own feet then just sighing and letting him do whatever

Tianlang-jun: “Why do you know so much about the Holy Mausoleum?”

Shen Qingqiu:

Shen Qingqiu: “LOOK a DISTRACTION!”

Luo Binghe: “Why do you know so much about the Holy Mausoleum?”

Shen Qingqiu: “I read about it in one of Qing Jing Peak’s books.”

Luo Binghe, previous head disciple who has all of the books that have ever been on Qing Jing Peak memorised: “I see. I don’t recall that one.”

Shen Qingqiu:

Shen Qingqiu: “Oh hey look, a distraction-“

Tianlang-jun asking Shen Qingqiu to help him up and then his arm popping off.

Tianlang-jun just generally being the weirdest fucking guy. Tries to be a wingman for his nephew. Helped conspire with his nephew to bring a dead guy back to life. Has been stuck under a mountain and says it was for ten years, despite the fact that it was almost certainly longer than that. Sings the song about Shen Qingqiu fucking his son and then bluntly asks “Did you fuck my son?” Says “I was looking forward to meeting you” specifically because of the song about Shen Qingqiu fucking his son.

Tianlang-jun, just in general, is one of my favourite parts of Scum Villain. Like, he’s so… he’s my poor little meow meow. He is my scrungly. He literally falls apart and is just kind of like “Again? Dang.” A bunch of cultivators show up to thwart him and he’s like “I expected more of you.” He realizes that Shen Qingqiu, Zhuzhi-lang, and Luo Binghe were all in the same bed together and is like “Does Shen Qingqiu always need two others?” He walks in on that scene, only seeing Zhuzhi-lang and Shen Qingqiu, and says “Continue, please, don’t let me interrupt.” Finds out his wifey wasn’t apart of the plot to trap him under the mountain and even tried to save him and immediately melts like the marshmallow-hearted maiden he is.

Pre-trapped-under-a-mountain Tianlang-jun is a treat too. Finds his nephew and immediately says “You’re so ugly. Have a bunch of soldiers and land. Bye.” Meets Su Xiyan and becomes insufferable. “Zhuzhi-lang, am I ugly? Zhuzhi-lang, don’t you think my face is worth more than two silver pieces? Zhuzhi-lang, human women are so different than what I’ve read. Zhuzhi-lang, be honest, am I obnoxious?” He literally tries to barter over how attractive his face is and is legitimately pleased when Su Xiyan says it’s worth a gold coin. Zhuzhi-lang describes him as being the sugar baby and Su Xiyan being his sugar daddy, but Tianlang-jun not only doesn’t mind, he even seems to enjoy it. Zhuzhi-lang describes him as a pure-hearted maiden falling for a roguish cultivator. Zhuzhi-lang has the terrible realization that, in his own metaphor, he’s the handmaiden who follows her innocent lady around trying to keep her out of trouble.

My favourite part will always be the reveal though. The reveal that, after a whole novel dreading it, Luo Binghe is the antagonist. Luo Binghe purposefully led these cultivators and monks and priests to Tianlang-jun and let them all think Tianlang-jun was the one fuelling Xin Mo. Tianlang-jun says “I can’t even fuel Zhuzhi-lang’s human form, how could I fuel Xin Mo?” and everyone feels like they were thrust under cold water. Luo Binghe stands there and smiles and adjusts his sleeves and doesn’t care because none of these cultivators can touch him, most of them were taken out during the fight with Tianlang-jun, and Luo Binghe has basically already won.

He says that he hates Shen Qingqiu choosing others over him. Shen Qingqiu always chooses someone or something else. Shen Qingqiu always leaves when he asks him to stay. Luo Binnghe says that he’s going to make sure Shen Qingqiu has no other choice. If Luo Binghe isn’t his first choice, then Binghe will become his only choice. He’s willing to destroy the human realm and the demon realm both so that Shen Qingqiu will only be able to choose him.

One of the monks is like “That’s kind of fucked up. You’re just going to make him hate you.”

Luo Binghe: “Shizun can hate me all he wants, as long as he never leaves. And he won’t be able to leave.”

Luo Binghe is the ultimate villain. He is literally unstoppable. He is almost totally unkillable. He’s the final boss, but he’s a boss who’s always scripted to win. He’s more powerful than all of them combined and he’s gone actually insane because he can’t control Xin Mo. Xin Mo is feeding all his insecurities and Luo Binhe decided that the cure was to tie Shen Qingqiu to him with a leash too tight to escape.

He is absolutely terrifying, in this moment. He’s insane. He’s outright telling everyone that he’s destroying everything they love because if he doesn’t, Shen Qingqiu might choose one of them over him.

He’s - so - cool!

Luo Binghe is always cool, he’s so badass, but this moment just cements how absolutely unhinged he is!! He is insane!! He is manipulative and silver-tongued and adaptable!! He is grabbing the narrative with both hands and forcing it to be the way he wants it to be! He’s so cool, he’s so very cool, and I get chills when I read this part, he’s too cool!!

And I’ve already made a long post about how meaningful it is that Shen Qingqiu ultimately does choose Luo Binghe. Even out of a world-ending event, he still chooses Luo Binghe. Shen Qingqiu only didn’t choose him before because he didn’t know that was an option. For the rest of the novel and all the extras that take place post-canon, he seeks out Binghe. He’s the sticky one.

He says he hurt Luo Binghe’s feelings by saying he didn’t want to sleep in his bed and he’s upset because he was going to give in if Binghe just pushed a bit further! He thinks Binghe is in danger and takes him to Qing Jing Peak and tells everyone not to bully him and tells Luo Binghe that he can beat up the Bai Zhan Peak disciples as much as he wants, as long as they don’t die. He patches him up and just generally sticks to him. In the extra where Binghe shrinks, he takes baby Binghe everywhere. He holds his hand and he’s obsessed with how cute he is and he can’t get over how cute he is and he wants to show off to everyone else how cute he is. He’s having the time of his life, and only gets upset when everyone thinks baby Binghe is his child because Luo Binghe is at least eight, when would he have had him? And he’s a man, that too.

(Ming Fan: “I just assumed Luo Binghe was a demon and demons could do what they wanted.”)

Shen Qingqiu travels everywhere with Binghe and teases Binghe and likes admiring Binghe because Binghe is so handsome and charming and wonderful and-

The succubus extra where he goes to a succubus’ cave with Liu Qingge and is too flustered to look at the naked women everywhere and is very impressed by Liu Qingge’s disinterest in all of them. Gets his fortune read because he thought it might be fun and is like “…yeah, okay, sure, like this is true” and it turns out to be completely true. Thinks Madam Meiyin is weird because she never even officially joined Binghe’s harem, what a weirdo, who wouldn’t want to join Binghe’s harem? Pushes Liu Qingge into a pond to help him get over sex pollen.

Shen Qingqiu is such a madlad. He transmigrates and is like “I’m not going to be stupid and panic and make everyone suspicious of me 🙄” then becomes the most suspicious man on the planet by treating his martial siblings and disciples slightly better than dirt. He’s as obsessed with Luo Binghe as Binghe is with him, but pretends (poorly) that he isn’t. Agrees to do what Binghe wants to do while admitting that Binghe is definitely manipulating him, but Binghe is so cute, how can he say no? Thinks his little white lotus disciple is as pure as a maiden while Luo Binghe is over there desperately trying not to get a boner.

Shen Qingqiu never figures out that Luo Binghe messed up excersizes on purpose as an excuse to cling to him. It doesn’t even cross his mind. He thinks Luo Binghe was just clumsy. He thinks it’s a bit weird, since Luo Binghe is so good as everything else, but figures it’s just something Binghe was going through. Literally never crosses his mind that it was purposeful. Doesn’t even pop up as an option. He remains completely oblivious to that, even after Luo Binghe literally tells him he’s been horny for him since he was a disciple. Shen Qingqiu just does not realize.

I also really like MoShang, I promise, I find their dynamic to be honestly quite sweet, especially since Mobei-jun is just a spoiled princess who isn’t used to having to ask for what he wants. Luo Binghe and Mobei-jun respect each other and might even be a bit fond of each other, but good God, Mobei-jun, do not give me romantic advice, I swear. Shang Qinghua is constantly like “Cucumber-bro is so stupid, how can he not notice Binghe’s feelings?” and Mobei-jun is behind him slowly counting to five thousand in an attempt not to punch anymore holes through the walls. Great dynamic, 10/10, at least Shen Qingqiu eventually realizes that Binghe’s into him, Shang Qinghua doesn’t get the hint.

I like Yue Qingyuan being like “My sword is my life. Quite literally, it is my life. Accidentally combined my life force in my sword, whoops, now I lose a few years everytime I pull my sword out ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯”

Qi Qingqi is constantly like “Shen Qingqiu, the most annoying man I know. I would sell him for a half-eaten, unsalted tortilla chip. I hate this man’s guts. He is staring at my darling prized disciple but not even in a horny way. He is obsessed with Luo Binghe and never stops bragging about him. He acts like he’s delicate just to get out of having to ride a horse. He’s so lame, so cringe, a loser, the worst.” And near the end she’s like “I guess Shen-shixiong isn’t actually the absolute worst man ever- What do you mean he chose to date the heavenly demon disciple who not only caused him to die, but also threatened to destroy the entire world and everyone on it?! Shen Qingqiu is the stupidest piece of shit man I swear I’m going to murder him with my bare hands and no body will blame me, they’ll probably thank me-“

Mu Qingfang: “Shen-shixiong is being… kind to me? Shen-shixiong… smiled? Shen-shixiong is… being the most reckless man alive, oh no, Shen-shixiong, no!”

Liu Qingge, hanging up pictures of Shen Qingqiu: “I hate Shen Qingqiu.”

All of Luo Binghe’s wives are in sorry states. Well, all of them aside from Ning Yingying, who is living her best life as number two Shizun supporter (number one is Luo Binghe), and Liu Mingyan, who is also living her best life, but by writing porn about her brother’s closest (read: only) friend and a demon. Sha Hualing is in constant suffering because Luo Binghe is a tyrant and also had the gall to ask her for advice on getting into another man’s pants. The Little Palace Mistress was certainly very rude, but Luo Binghe threw her emotional support whip into acid. That’s a bit rude. The others are either dead or Luo Binghe just never notices him because he’s too distracted trying to woo Shen Qingqiu.

Ning Yingying and Liu Mingyan got off lucky. Ning Yingying, especially, really drew the luckiest lot. She went from an airhead who accidentally said things that got her buddy in trouble to a talented cultivator who purposefully says things that get her into fights. Love her picking fights with anyone who badmouths her Shizun. She tried so hard to share the number 1 Shizun fan spot with Luo Binghe, but probably decided that she didn’t want to die and backed off. She apologizes to Luo Binghe because she knows he likes to be the only one to clean Shen Qingqiu’s house. The bestest girl.

Speaking of Bing-ge, I love him. That should be obvious (I wrote a whole fic just to let him be happy) but I really like him. I like when he says “Is this about last time we met? It was on me, Shizun, I swear…” like he didn’t rip Shen Qingqiu’s arm off. I like when he’s fucking pissed that he’s losing and furious that it’s to this weaker, insignificant version of himself who is happy and in love and Shen Qingqiu cares about him and he got to taste that, just briefly, just barely he got to taste how it felt to be loved by Shen Qingqiu, only for a day, he got to feel an ounce of the easy affection and love that didn’t have to lead to sex and that was protective of him instead of expecting him to be protective of them. Shen Qingqiu didn’t expect him to be the strong one, didn’t expect him to be the powerful demon lord, had no expectations at all aside from expecting affection.

And he says “Come with me” like he’s begging for it. He doesn’t understand. He feels like it’s unfair that he didn’t get a loving Shizun. He wants that love. He wants to be chosen. And, ultimately, he leaves, but it just left an impact on me. The way he expected to find a catch but only found that Shen Qingqiu was willing to die for him.

Anyway, all that said, Scum Villain’s pretty okay. I only lie awake thinking about it occasionally. It’s alright.

[kranagok0]

Hilda, The horror in The woods

Are you ready for more of Hilda and her friends being the Jujutsu Kaisen?…

A shame, because I'm still doing Astrid's abilities and I just discovered that there was already someone else with that idea of Hilda and Jujutsu Kaisen before me, so I'm trying to improve some aspects of the characters. Leaving that aside, something occurred to me regarding an image I found on my Facebook.

The story is about Hilda, obviously, and her life in the cabin with her mother. The thing here is about living only with his mother, his aunt Astrid and his father (Who rarely visited, if not almost never). The lack of social interaction did not stop Hilda from learning to speak correctly, but it did stop her from communicating like any other normal child.

Such a wild and solitary life (in addition to her family, but they did not often go with her on her adventures) made little Hilda grow up with a somewhat… Unstable mentality.

You see, Hilda didn't understand what was normal for someone her age, neither did Johana (let's give credit to Aunt Astrid for erasing memories as if it were something that could be formatted as if it were nothing) and why Anders and Astrid didn't visit very often. Hilda began to develop somewhat strange and grotesque tastes.

It all started a few weeks of meeting her best friend Twig, that little Deer-fox and his way of acting were also a key factor in Hilda's growth.

Hilda had gotten lost (all because of a sudden storm that no one could have predicted) and was swept beyond the stone circle. She didn't know where she was, but she was still grateful to have her best friend Twig with her.

The days passed and Hilda was hungry. He had survived for a while on the provisions his mother had given him and also some berries he found along the way. Despite that, the girl was still hungry. It was then that he asked his friend Twig to eat something, she was hungry and wanted some too. Hilda let out a scream of horror when she saw what her friend was chewing.

Twig had wild instincts and too much energy for a small fawn (more or less I call it that because… What do you call a baby fox deer?) of his age, making him more prone to attack other small animals. to eat them. At first this scared Hilda, but as the days went by, and with the little plant-based food that was around, she began to adapt to her friend's behavior. He even started to want to try some of that meat that Twig also ate.

Being so curious about Twig's strange dynamic, Hilda tried to do the same as her little friend.

Hilda's curiosity turned into something a little more obsessive and bizarre, to the point of wanting to try what her friend was nibbling on day after day. Hilda had never tasted the meat of… Nothing. She literally only ate plant-based things and nothing else, or not as far as her little 6-year-old mind could understand. That's why when he tasted the meat of that little dying rabbit he never thought it would taste so horrible. It felt strange to chew the rabbit's leg and even more so with all that dirty fur from the chase.

Still, Hilda took another bite.

and then another

And one more

One more

And more

Further

Much more

At some point Twig stepped aside and let Hilda eat the rest of the rabbit for herself. After all, she was like his older sister. He was the alpha.

And when the alpha is hungry he must hunt.

At first they couldn't even catch a single fish out of the water, much less any hare or rabbit they encountered on their way home. Over time he continued to learn from his friend and the other animals, trying to imitate their movements and predict what they were going to do. The problem was that Hilda's body was not that of a wild animal, she could understand the movement of muscles and tendons inside her friend Twig's skin, the movement of fish, the jumps of rabbits, she could even predict when a feather would fall off a bird and how many flaps of its wings would it take… But I couldn't imitate those movements, because Hilda was human.

Fortunately everything has a solution. She just had to move like a human. Like a human hunter. Luckily he had his good friend Woodman to tell him everything he needed to know about human hunters.

Woodman was someone who didn't care what other people did. However, even he knew that what Hilda was doing was too scary and morbid to tell her what to do. He was not going to risk that one day she would use those methods against him, so he gave her some fairy tales where there were harmless hunters, like Snow White and the Dwarves, or Little Red Riding Hood, he even gave her one where there were like 7 little lambs and a mother goat (to be honest, Woodman only had those stories because he could take them and run with them. He really wasn't interested in reading all the content)

While Woodman thought the books would calm Hilda down a bit about the whole hunting, skinning, and eating of woodland animals, Hilda saw a pattern in each story: An axe.

'so human hunters use axes. Excellent'

Hilda, in some way that I still can't figure out, got an axe. It was heavy, but it served its purpose. Hilda already wanted to develop her hunting skills like a true human hunter.

His first prey: a red wolf.

Surprisingly, the attack was fast and accurate, the wolf could never have seen a girl coming with a large ax from the top of the trees… The wolf's back was destroyed as Hilda used the blunt part. It was his first time using an axe, not knowing how to handle it correctly caused him to hit with the wrong side. Still, it was enough to immobilize the wolf.

The wolf still tried to defend himself, despite having his spine shattered, his adrenaline did not go down a bit. The wolf, still with its front legs at its disposal, crawled up to bite Hilda.

It didn't take long for Hilda to counterattack and hit the wolf several times in its skull. The sounds reasoned throughout the grove and spots splashed back and forth with each impact of the ax on the wolf's head.

After a while Hilda had managed to make the wolf unrecognizable: Its skull was sunken, fragments of the bones protruded from that amorphous mass that was previously the skin and muscle of the beast, not to mention how the poor man's eyes were left animal.

Like any good hunter, Hilda takes a part of the wolf and feeds, chewing and swallowing like any wild animal would… Still, she uses cutlery as her mother had always told her (manners are something essential in life, a one of the few things that Johana remembered and that were not erased like memories. At least Astrid didn't format everything)

When Hilda was 11 years old she had extensive experience hunting all kinds of creatures: rabbits, moles, hares, foxes (it was a difficult subject for her and Twig, but in the end they didn't give it much thought and they ate it), turtles, fish of all kinds, insects, deer (oddly enough there was no problem with Twig at that point), and many more creatures. The only ones Hilda didn't eat were those who seemed to have some intellect, she liked to converse as much as she could with others. I felt this need to share this information whether the person in question wanted to or not.

Hilda achieved a lot at her young age. I even developed somewhat disturbing techniques that other children (and even adults) could never achieve.

Hilda has never hunted beings with any intelligence…. But, if the opportunity arises, perhaps she could consider it.

It should be noted that Hilda is mentally unstable due to the situations she has had to face alone every time she went on adventures with Twig. There were times when he almost died from bleeding, severe bruises and even poisoning. Hilda has survived all that and more at her young age, and with it she has developed a need to learn about everything that surrounds her. Stalking, watching, observing, hunting.

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And that's it, because I don't have anything else. I just wanted to do this to get it out of my head.

Thinking of Hilda as something more than a good, kind and empathetic girl is something I wanted to investigate because it is impossible for someone to be like that if she only lives with her mother in the middle of a mess in the middle of nowhere. Some kind of mental illness had to have arisen at that point in his life, especially when he was always going on dangerous adventures where literally any dangerous animal could jump out of a bush and take his life.

I liked thinking that Hilda could defend herself if something like this happened. And then I found that image; a psychotic Hilda, full of blood and with mental stability quite out of place. Thinking about how his actions are reflected by his changing and unstable emotional state was something that inspired me to write all this, partly because I was also curious to know what you guys thought.

I would like to hear your comments, or in this case read them. Seriously, I would like to know if they also thought at some point that Hilda would have a seinen mode or if they enjoy a less bloody and violent version of the blue-haired girl more.

Well, we're running out of paragraphs, so I'll say goodbye. See you later

[class-1b-bull]

how would they react to their s/o getting them a dog for their birthday?

Not proofread we die like men

Awase - he almost instantly got himself and his dog matching t shirts. He calls his dog anything but their given name but he loves the lil guy so much

Sen - he said that he didn't care for the dog at first (and he still says he dosent care for them) but theyre his best friend and he would take a bullet for his dog. He talks to his pet in a really high pitched baby voice when no one else is around lmao

Kamakiri - if its a bully breed hes fine but if its a small dog like a chihuahua he kinda scoffed at first but he likes the little guy. He calles him ferocious and trained him to attack peoples ankles on command

Kuroiro - he named them greg the dark overload and ruler of hell or some shit like that and then its just a corgi that wont stop trying to drink toilet water or smthn like that. He loves it more than life itself.

Kendo - at first she says its sweet and is gushing about it but then it turns i to a lecture lmao. Like she tells her s/o about how pets are big responsibilitys and how they should have talked before deciding to get her a dog lmao.

Kodai - she takes standard care of her dog and is really appreciative for the little guy but its a bit hard to tell just how much she cares for the dog on the surface. Her dog follows her around so much and simply sits with her when in groups and stuff. Her dog has her personality lmao

Komori - she loves the dog so much. She uses pet safe dye and keeps giving her dog crazy colors and making them little outfits and stuff <3 her little fasion model frfr

Shiozaki - she loves the dog so much <3 trained them to help her dig in the yard for her garden and plants. Pretty standard reaction overall other than the garden thing

Shishida - bro probably told his s/o that giving someone a dog without talking about it before hand is irresponsible because dogs are a lot to take care of but after the initial thank yous and lecture he spoils his dog way more than he should. He treats his dog better then most people treat their lovers lmaoo. Anyways dog is spoiled as hell

Shoda - he has the most energetic dog ever and its so funny watching him and his dog together because shoda is always just standing there and his dog is just running up the walls and doing back flips next to him lmaoo. Overall he really liked getting a dog for his birthday

Pony - she absolutely adores her dog. She definitely refers to it as her and her s/os child and she would badly photoshop pictures of the dog onto pictures of babies she found on the internet for 'proof' that the dogs rlly her kid

Tsubaraba - he loves the dog so much and he was ecstatic when he got them. He keeps putting sunglasses on his dog and using pictures of his dog as reaction images

Tetsutetsu - he adores his dog so much <3 he does literally everything with his dog and they are both so chaotic when together. He shares one braincells with his dog and normally the dog has it.

Tokage - pretty standard dog owner but she keeps putting leather jackets and shades on her dog while theyre around the dorms just because she finds it funny (it is)

Manga - he will dip his dogs paws in paint and have them step on a canvas and paint what he sees in the dog prints so most of his art right after getting his dog had paw prints in the pictures. When his s/os bday came around he painted them a picture with the dog paw prints dotted around

Honenuki - his dog rarely eats actual kibble. He promised his s/o that he will raise the dog to be happy and healthy and he is raising the dog that way but it does get sick a bit often from eating human foods that honenuki gave them that ended up upsetting their stomach. The dog hasent gotten sick it a while since honenuki found out exactly what makes his dog sick and what dosent

Bondo - he was really grateful when his s/o gave him a dog for his birthday and he spoils that dog so much lmao.

Monoma - he refers to the dog as his and his s/os kid when no one else is around and the dogs collar has a little bowtie to match Monomas hero costume (his s/o got the dogs collar) whenever Monoma takes his dog on walks they go by class 1As dorms just so he can go inside and give them a hate speech

Reiko - Honestly there isnt really anything special I can mention about her and her dog/ how she reacted when originally getting the dog but she does dress up her dog for halloween so thats cute ig <3

Rin - he let his s/o name his dog when they got the doggy for him but everyone else keeps putting his dog in stupid outfits when rin isnt around lmao

Gif anime- Fullmetal alchemist brotherhood

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1st🐍Chap: A New Roommate            Snake in a Panther’s Cage Now

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Six months.

Six Fucking Months.

It has been six months—probably—since he’d last been back on Earth. 

Him and Loki, his younger brother, were on a plane together to go see their Father and then the plane got intercepted/fucking abducted??? by actual fucking aliens, people knew that aliens existed but they usually didn’t fuck with humans, something happened during WW3 or some shit and a very thin peace treaty was passed around, and some new laws got added to the Geneva Convention along the line of just because they ain’t human doesn’t mean they have to be experimented on.

After failing to escape stupid space jail, yes he knew it is a trafficking ship but he didn’t care. Alistair had just waited for something. Anything other than a trip to The Gladiator Ring. Though after a while he waited for that too, even got excited when it was time. Yes he is a sadist, why do you ask? It’s fucking revenge. (he knows it’s not the bastards he’s fighting fault but it’s still therapeutic) He memorized how often the guards walked by. He painstakingly counted the seconds when he realized there was an actual schedule. 

Two and a half hours of the Light Cycle and around every five hours of dark because they don’t have nocturnal Fuckers or timetable’s apparently, resulting in only two switch overs. Assuming he didn’t screw up his counting at any point. The alien wardens brought food and water. Their food smelled like this one time that he lost a muffin under his bed for about a year and it grew black mold, mixed with rat poison. So yeah, he obviously refused to eat it. 

Normally he just takes out one of his granola bars and eats half of that. He’s down to twenty-four so far and he eats one every three Day cycles so he’ll last about (*Math Later*).

There was that one time when an alarm had gone off for some reason. That had been somewhat interesting and fucking hurt. His dragon roommate didn’t seem as bothered, behaving how Alistair probably would at a fire alarm back home. But to him? It was unbearable. It drove him to tears and he ultimately passed out. It hadn’t happened again, yet. He guessed it was either a false alarm or a breach somewhere else on the ship. That would also confirm that there were other floors with prisoners. 

He tried to find a way out, looking for loose bars and checking out the locks but he genuinely couldn’t figure those the fuck out(he really should have been taking notes whenever Father went on one of his engineering rant) and when he first tried to he could barely get a grip on the bars due to the stupid electric force field science fiction bullshit. Yes earth, and human settlements almost everywhere, has similar tech but he’s still gonna call sci-fi bullshit ‘cause it is.

Eventually, his captors figured out he wouldn’t eat the rat poison, and they brought something else. A lot of something else, actually. He avoided what didn’t smell or taste right, hoping for the best of the things he did eat. Raw, yellow meat? Questionable. Some kind of pink and orange slugs? Absolutely not. The plant lookin’ things that were probably fruit were fine. He liked the almost carrot. And they had jerky. The rest he gave to his dragon roommate as a peace offering. 

At one point, some of the wardens came in, like they usually do, only this time they tried to take the alien dragon. When the dragon started struggling, Ailstair decided that helping them might earn him some kind of favor with it. (Definitely not because he grew attached to them and feared for their safety) So he attacked the guard that had tried to keep him back. 

And bit the Bastard arm off. 

Aliens are… really fucking squishy. Their taser baton things didn’t really phase him, but it killed a Guard whenever he snatched it and used it against them. As it fell, its arm tore off. Inside of his mouth. It was disgusting. It tasted disgusting. He knew the fuckers were fragile, he once just lightly stepped on one that he knocked to the floor—didn’t even jump on the fucker— and snapped its rips but still, That was a lot.

They didn’t open the cell door anymore after that. Food and water were delivered through the little slit under the door, pushed by sticks. He tried to grab the sticks but they pulled back as soon as he started to approach. It was starting to piss him off. Maybe next time he’ll take more than an arm. 

Currently he’s just sitting in said cage with his dragonborn frien-Roommate staring at the ceiling after his newest escape attempt. Seriously, these fucker’s are so dumb. Thinking that watching him from all angles will make it any harder for him to escape. News flash, it won't stop him from trying as he’s tried four times by now, and almost succeeded 2 & 1/2 of those times(the half is cause he killed a fucker then took a hit to the bottom of his spine which kinda scared him and his dragon). 

He trying his very best to ignore all the chatter around him. Just because he can technically make them shut up doesn't mean he wants to let them know he can understand them. He normally takes the thin but still metal food trays, that they give him everyday, bend and snap and sharpen into shanks during when he’s bored but he ran out. He’s pretty sure they either can’t figure out what he’s doing or know what he’s doing and are to surprised to realize it’s a threat and try and take them away. And if they try and do that they’d have to pry them out of his cold, dead hands.

Alistair is getting real off track with his thought process tonight but what else is he supposed to do? It’s in the middle of the Night and nothing ever hap- oh wait, never mind something’s happening maybe they’re probably just gonna take him to The Gladiator Ring I swear to god if I have to fight another IRL nomu from MHA, I will go for the crowd next time. But he can hear a Fucker carrying something… no someone? large?? alien, with the way they're yelling at another Fucker. 

“You are such a hujari axten! Just lift the hujari thing for once you DRIDE!!!” Fucker One said. “Look, I told you with the other one. I. Can’t. Touch. It.” Fucker Two responded with exasperation. “The dride is three times lighter than you would think, but still hujari huge and heavy and one the most violent and capable of this species we’ve taken alive!!” Fucker One yelled.

“Oh well I’m oh so sorry, that only me and you are walking around doing quiores right now. If only we could take one of the other guards that are on patrol just to lift this thing to a cell, when it is obviously easy for you to lift… you are just krefftin lazy and want to go back to sleep, well guess what ya’ blasted axten SO DO I BUT SOMEONE HAS TO BE WITH YOU JUST IN CASE SOMETHING KREFFTIN HAPPENS YOU AXTEN’VERN!!”

Alistair was kinda shocked that they were just casually arguing while dragging someone to a cell where they will either be killed, experimented on, or put into The Gladiator Ring, or even just to sell the poor souls to the highest bidder. He wouldn’t be surprised if it wasn’t uncommon to see other aliens that just sell others cause, y’know, Money. Alistair is preeetty sure Father is either a cannibal or just sells human organs.. or both.

As he glares at the cage door with a new found hate. He doesn't mind the others in the cell block because they're in their own cages but he absolutely hates sharing his personal space. (Loki and his dragon are entirely different stories thank you very fucking much) While most of the other poor souls are asleep or close to, he must stay awake, his paranoia demands it what if they put.. whatever/whoever the hell, in his cage. 

He waits as the arguing gets closer and closer, louder and louder, more annoying by the second because the other Fucker should just help the other other Fucker because it will get the work done faster. 

He’s very glad that he is already used to very low light levels he and Loki both hate having the light on in their rooms, everyone (including themselves) are very confused by how well Loki’s eyesight actually is. His eyesight is also a whole ‘nother miracle and a half ‘cause both his mother and Father have reading glasses. After what felt like way too long they finally make it in the cell block. And stop right in front of his cell, Lovely. Alistair glares at them, bringing in another poor soul into this shit-hole, how many have they done this too. 

(Oh my gawd, why do I caaarreeerrhhr) 

Alistair just watches as they open his cage, if this was a good time he would use his new knifes to stab these dumbasses in their dick-equivalent so he could escape. IF it was a good time but Alistair still doesn't know where Loki is being held and his dragon roommate is both seven fuckin’ feet tall and asleep curled into a ball a couple feet away from the wall in front of him, doing something like that now would also be a death sentence cause off how many Fuckers he maimed. 

It seemed they finally stopped yelling at each other, probably trying to restrict the information they might let slip in front of him. Both of them looked at each other for a second, having some seyelent conversation.

And then in quick succession, Fucker one turns off the electricity, opens the cage, as Fucker two throws the body bag as hard as they can, and when he says as hard as they can, this is a being getting tossed so hard they hit the back of the cell. 

He hopes that didn't electrify whatever or whoever was in the bag. Then as soon as whatever is in the bag left the guards arms, the cage closes and the electricity gets turned back on. Poor bastard might be dead with a hit against the bars like that. The back bars were still electrified so that just added moredamage. Alistair wanted to keep glaring at the guards as they walked away but he couldn’t, this Stupidly lowng bitch in a bag(might be a snake or ferret.. why was That the second option)may not be dead. He flicks his glare back and forth between the Fucks and bag but ultimately picks the bag. 

Alistair slowly makes his way over to the bag and hears some chuckling from the Fuckers at the door. He doesn't care about them right now, he needs to make sure what ever is in the bag is 1) dead or not 2) if it’s sentient, prey or predator so he can either make it afraid of him or take his chances with the bars 3) if sentient and not hurt to bad, can they be useful.

He’s getting closer to the bag when he finally notices it’s moving a little bit. He tries to get a little closer again but stops at the sound it made. It sounded like a growl from a demonic lion that is half reformed from being blended in a blender about to claw its way out of hell, might be from the pain, might be because it’s stuck in a bag, or it’s sensing him and telling him to back up. 

Whatever it is (probably) can’t see him so, it shouldn’t end up as badly, he’ll just be even more careful. Dragon(who woke up when they heard the loud crash and clang, apparently) whispered at him to “Do not go and open that fucking bag.” He’s so glad he actually know common so he doesn’t have to guess what the curse words are. Ignoring his concerned frRoommate and moving as slowly as he can, Alistair gets right beside the cursed creature in the bag. It’s moving a bit more and making more, demonic clearing throat noises, but he has deducted that it must just be waking up, surprised that it’s hurt, and/or pissed. 

He stares at whatever this thing is, pocketknife in hand ‘cause those shanks are not thick nor sharp enough(yet) to cut through the bag. He runs different ways he could get killed doing this in his head and decides that whatever it is, it would be more upset if it was still stuck in a bag, better to make sure he’s the one to get it out. Alistair was about to raise his pocketknife to cut through the bag but jumped back as the bag started thrashing back. 

Absolutely not, safety first! He thought as he backtracked to his claimed corner, Dragon looking him like ‘I told you so’ and looking at the bag like it was going to eat them, the thing would probably kill him the moment it saw him going by the fact that it sounds like The Horrors and is like fifteen feet longso. Alistair eyes zero in on the bag and is amazed by how much it’s thrashing around in that thing. But it stopped thrashing almost as fast as started and he thinks he can see little impression of cat/maybe dog ears.

It’s quite around them besides the huffing breaths, growls and the untranslated probable curse words he can hear from the bag. Everyone is just staring at them now.

Alistair watches to see what it might do, does it have claws or something to cut the ba- Why is it gripping where the knot is? They usually don’t do that! Others in the past, either claw their way out or someone else cuts through the bag, either way no one goes for the knot.

He watches as the top of the bag that is tied off gets pulled into itself a bit. It’s confusing trying to figure out what this thing is doing. Does it think it can somehow bring the knot into the inside of the bag and untie it or? If it somehow, by a sheer miracle, gets it fully through the bag…. What will it do now? 

Alistair watched in silence, honesty amazed, horror as the now untied knot got tossed out and then the bag opened up. “Finally,” was said followed by more probable very creative insults directed at the Fuckers given their faces. He waits slowly breathing in the forgotten breaths for when it will leave the bag, he hasn’t known any sentient race that can do that. 

His eyes track the…. 

Hand? 

I mean it’s furry and has built in claws, but still, HAND???

Slowly exiting the bag first, It has long almost metallic black claws and the hand looks to be short charcoal black but dense fur, from wrist to a little below the elbow the fur seams to be compacted down. (And a little glittery as he reflects on later) The other hand reaches around a little as the opening of the bag opens to let themself through better. The guards at the door froze in fear as the creature’s eyes stared down into their souls, then it pounced.

[starlightandfairies]

hey!! i love ur work and was wondering if u could do a fic where daryl and the reader go hunting together?? (idk what else to write but i think this would be super cute!! <3)

Description: The reader and Daryl go out together on a hunt.

Warnings: swearing, fluff,

*Requests are open, please send through as many requests as you want, and check my character list and requesting rules. Thank you for your kind words!*

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 1,112

You and Daryl had packed your things to go hunting, just in case you went too far you always took a little sleeping pack that was still light to carry and travel around. Daryl enjoyed hunting with you, besides Carol, you were about the only one he really enjoyed hunting with and you hadn't been sheltered this the end of the world happened, so you knew what you were doing now and Daryl didn't need to babysit like he may have had to do with others. 

However, you had recently just been injured, resting in the mini hospital until you had been healed and you weren't able to speak to anyone. So you had a lot to say, poor Daryl didn't usually mind hearing you say what was on your mind but it was getting a little annoying and he just wasn't having any of it. 

"So, I had this dream where I found a squirrel and it looked similar to you. So I picked it up and it was you! Apparently, in my dreams, the walkers didn't exist, it was witches and they turned you into a squirrel because you know, you're you and as lovely as you are, you are a bit of a nuisance because you are a fighter and they didn't want that. Thus you became a squirrel." Daryl chuckled lightly at your thoughts, he smoked his cigarette and looked at you with an amused smile. 

"I just stayed as a squirrel?" 

"I woke up, so I guess so." You shrugged, picked up some safe plants to eat and placed them in your basket. While you could kill animals to eat, you didn't like doing it as the eyes made you feel bad for them and you couldn't eat an animal that had just been killed. So Daryl always had you looking the other way whenever he shot a deer or a bird." He personally didn't understand it, however, he knew you could do it if you really wanted to and he respected your choice not to watch the food be killed. 

"Do you think that there's anywhere out there that isn't screwed by all this shit? Do you think that we at least have some secret military group working on a cure or that there's somewhere that how we were before without some corrupt leader saying it's a democracy when it's not and it's actually not?" 

"I don't know, this world isn't much different from before." 

"People die more, people are crueller and it's more disgusting than before. Some of these communities we have been at, what they've done or what they've been forced to do because of the people that have hurt them. I don't like it."

"I know. I don't like it either but we're getting there. We might be able to rebuild one day. The walkers won't show up anymore, humanity will finally get its shit together and we'll be able to live life as normal. Have all those things that were taken for granted and it might be a better place." Daryl tried to reassure you, he wasn't this optimistic about the things that were being talked about but he wanted to do what he could comfort you. 

Daryl sat down on a fallen log with you, he took your hand and smiled at you with a gentle look. You turned away as Daryl stood up, killing a large bird and started cooking it instantly. That part you were fine to deal with, Daryl smiled as you scooted closer and rested your head on his shoulder. 

"I'm sorry for talking your ear off, I know I'm not usually this chatty and I know chatty can be annoying." Daryl shook his head, took a breath and poked the bird as it cooked on the fire. 

"No, I enjoy hearing your stories." You smiled, Daryl had cooked the bird all the way through and handed you the portion you requested. 

"If there's anything I like about this world. I like being able to see all the stars, there's no light pollution and you can just see everything..." 

"What's wrong?" Daryl noticed as you trailed off, a sigh escaping your lips as something popped into your head. 

"Can you just imagine how awful it must have been if someone was in space when the world... when it started. So, they're just stuck up there, all alone and with no chance of being able to come back. I'd hate to be alone when I die... Sorry." You wiped away the frown that stayed on your lips and finished eating your food. 

"Hopefully nothing like that happened." Daryl watched the smile and took a breath as you finished up. 

"Four walkers two at your left and the other two coming on my right." Daryl huffed, he pushed himself up and nodded at you. The two of you easily took the four down, quickly packing everything up and continuing your hunt and taking down the one or two walkers that happened to be nearby. 

Daryl liked seeing you in a happier mood, you were itching to get out and do something. So he was quite happy to watch you enjoy the world, talk his ear off and gather things for others and yourself as you made your way to shops. The man jumped as you popped up beside him, he shot you a stern look as you shrugged and sent him a wink. 

"I found this for you. What do you think?" Daryl looked at you with a raised eyebrow, it was a pooping penguin toy, originally made for candy but small little rocks could work. 

"What is it?" He asked with an amused smile, glancing at the twisting nob to make it work. 

"It's a pooping penguin, you put small bead-like things inside it. So, you twist its head off and pour the item in. Put the head back on and put it on a flat surface and twist the knob. It starts walking around and poops the stuff out. I found these beads as well. Daryl chuckled and thanked you, carefully placing the item in his bag. 

The thought made Daryl happy, he smiled as he felt cared for after being thought about and given a gift. You grabbed some medications and walked over to Daryl with a satisfied look on your face. 

"Let's head back." You sighed with a small smile, taking Daryl's hand to start heading back. 

[yuliasolsystem]

Behold my craziest theory about the Plants in manga.

Everything below is not my take on the actual canon, but rather just a fun theory I came up with based on some plot holes.

Okay, so listen: people in Trigan didn't just become incapable of obtaining food and energy naturally, without the Plants. They're probably genetically altered in such a way that they are unable to use food and energy that doesn't come from the Plants.

That's why they don't use solar panels on the No Man Land, even though it would seem like an obvious solution. And that's why the townsfolk in Chapter 47 all died out in a few days.

Soldiers speculated that it could have been up to two months after the city was cut off from the world.

But in such a period of time, the Ark would have time to fly over the horizon and it was seen on the fifth day of the soldiers' stay in this area. And the day before, that is on the fourth day, there were still people alive in the town and they still had the strength to make riots.

But on the 7th day, when soldiers reached the town, there was no one alive (except for one man).

"Exposure" in the original was "burns" ( implying sunburns). That is, people not only managed to die of hunger and thirst before the Ark had time to disappear beyond the horizon, but sunburns also were mentioned among the causes of death. So, the Plants not only provided food and water, but also somehow protected against solar radiation, which is probably why there are so few suntanned people on the NML.

This means that the bodies of the humans in Trigan are completely changed and die in a matter of days without a Plant presence anywhere near them and without consuming food containing Plant biomass (since even the cannibals in that town didn't survive). They are literally completely dependent on the Plants, just as the Plants are dependent on the life support terminals they are connected to.

And we also have mutated humans and humans with Plant-like abilities, like Elendira, who can create matter from nothing (her nails literally appear in her suitcase out of nowhere, they are neither stored in it nor teleported from somewhere else by some device)

and Legato, who can manipulate electricity and take control of other people's bodies, which is reminiscent of Knives' ability to control the merged being. When Knives "connected" to Domina with a thin feeler, it looked very similar to Legato's technique.

(It's not impossible, however, that Knives intentionally copied Legato's trick. )

What's my point? You know, there's this trope in horror stories: an alien ship/meteorite falls from the sky and infects the land and living things all around so that people, who lived there, become unable to live outside the ship/meteorite radiation zone or eat normal food. And they, these people, gradually turning into aliens or mutants. So, what if the same thing happens in Trigan, it's just that in this universe humans, unlike in all these movies and stories, didn't avoid the " impact zone", but rather took the alien DNA and spread it all over the Earth. So Trigun humans are no longer 100% humans, but part of the Plants' biosystem, which is why dependent Plants forgave them so easily and don't really mind to be "used".

This could also be related to the presence of ghosts, which can be both human's (like Conrad and Wolfwood) and independent's (like Tessla). The existence of ghosts is not revealed to public, most likely so that people won't find out that after death they will spend eternity in a gloomy black void.

What are independent plants for then? Most likely they are some sort of walking weapons. From the conversations of the Earthlings we can conclude that Knives is not the only aggressive independent (he was just the strongest of the known ones) and that independents on Earth have their abilities blocked for humans' safety ( so most likely all independents have weapons built into their bodies).

What's the need for weapons against humans if the dependent plants don't mind their position and "humans" are in some sense part of them? Maybe to regulate their numbers, or to stimulate their reproduction and further mutation, maybe the Plants need not humans but their souls (ghosts), or maybe independents are something like immune cells that get rid of improperly developing body cells.

[batmanfruitloops]

MORE ASKS? YOU BET I WILL

number one: are there any general fun facts about anyone you guys would like to share, but haven't yet?

number two: anything you can share on your poison ivy? i love her. woman of all time

and lastly: are there any lesser-known (or less popular) rogues that'll be in the au? anything yall can tell us about em?

(sorry for multiple questions. this au scratches my brain)

So many questions is not a problem at all! I'm glad to have so many to answer,

Along with being a scientist, Viktor used to run an ice cream parlor with Nora and it was like a winter wonderland come to life. With his freezing expertise, it snows inside and their display window has a snowman built weekly to advertise their business.

They sold all kind of ice cream, frozen treats, and hot chocolate. Also, since Nora and Viktor were unable to have children, seeing so many come into their parlor was a way to vicariously live as if they were able to. After Nora's MacGregor's Syndrome reached stage 4, both of them stopped working there personally.

Cleo, or Ratcatcher, is very asthmatic, and so she has a mask to help with that. She also has an optional pair of goggles that I affectionately call "Boggle-goggles" because boggling is the something that rats do when they're happy. It's kind of like their eyes are vibrating.

Our Creeper is based on a Mandrill monkey as that's what he reminded us of when reviewing clips. Very silly animal brain. He drank all the funny chemicals and now his brain makes coo-coo sounds sometimes.

But of course! When Ivy plant pheromones don't work and she feels threatened, she grows thorns over her body and pulse and move like thorny veins.

Ivy has many sentient plants, but her closest is named Gloria. Mostly inspired by Audrey 2 from little shop of horrors, but also the piranha plants from Mario.

Ivy can photosynthesize, I don't know if she normally can, although eating and drinking food as a human normally would works too and is more efficient.

As for less-popular, or less-known rogues, yes! With that post I released earlier, there is quite the cast. This is also a good time to mention that there will sometimes be appearances of mine and Fluffy's favorite Justice League members and later down the line, the Titans too. This won't be often, but they will be here.

If I had to choose one for now though, I'd love to talk about Lynns, a.k.a. Firefly;

Lynns was born with body deformities that makes them look more bug-like, but also they were born intersex. Like most kids born as such, their parents (mainly father) decided that Lynns was specifically a male and named them Garfield. It didn't take Lynns long to decide that that was not how they wanted to be viewed, and pretty adamantly said this to their father to which, after a lot of trying to "convert" Lynns and a lot of back and forth, backed off albeit begrudgingly.

Because of this, Lynns isn't particularly fond of being called Garfield, or restrictive masculine things, although masculinity itself Lynns is not against. As they grew up most of their friends were pretty supportive and understanding, although there are some who view Lynns as just "Fi" and as a female, but they're fine with that. So long as it's not meant to be offensive.

Lynns had regular old prosthetic legs growing up, but as an adult, Lynns made their own legs that were meant to look more bug-like, as they like appearing that way. Lynns was always a pyromaniac and so they became a pyrotechnic for movies as an adult. They weren't badly scarred and burned until someone else accidently made a trick faulty.

Hope this info-dump is entertaining, :3

-Sarsee

[mgarmagedon]

Fav food of all bots? Or they can't eat human food in yours AU?

Actually they can eat our food too! Ofc they have cybertronian cuisine, but it's hard on earth to get natural energon or plants that are growing only on their planet... so ofc they need to put energon to their diet, but they are mixing it with normal food :DD

Bee's favorite food was usually anything that Ratchet was making for him (ofc when whole team Prime was on earth, because Bee thinks that food on cybertron is less tasty...), but if we are going into more specific food he loves soups like cabbage, sorrel and cucumber soup (kapuśniak, szczawowia i ogórkowa)

Sideswipe likes more bread-like food, likes buns, baguettes and croissants! But his all time favorite is fresh bread with a dark crispy crust (he can eat whole burnt bread from time to time XDDD). He loves when Danny is sometimes going to bakery in a morning, and buys yet warm buns!

Drift has more like favorite type of food and not one dish he likes the most... and it's asian cuisine XDD he is always trying to make as much traditional asian food as it's possible for guy who is searching throw internet looking for recipes XDD

But his all time favorite thing on earth to eat is rice and fish, especially fresh on from sweet water.

He is always so angry at Slipstream and Jetstorm, when they are eating cheetos or doritos, because it's unhealthy for their young bodies... meanwhile once a month he is eating hamburger alone in some disgusting roadside restaurant 50 kilometers from their base XDDDDDDDDDDD he feels always so awful after that

Grimlock likes the most vegetables and fruits! After being decepticon and in full rage he may ate only... 2 or 7 cybertronians (MAYBE!!!)...... he feel nauseous when he has to eat any meat. He loves kicking asses of bad decepticons, but after what has happened to him during the war he will vomit if someone force him to eat flesh.

And because how much his body has been destroyed he needs to get a lot of nutritious...

In Strongarm's case she loves very pasta with sauce! Pasta Puttanesca, Carbonara, Shrimp Fra Diavolo, E V E R Y T H I N G! She would kill, rob or anything else for good pasta that her father was making for her (Magnus)

I can also add that Steeljaw can't cook a shit, so he's favorite food is anything that Thunderhoof will cook for him and biscuits with some tea! Actually Hoofy is cooking for their whole team, besides of Clampdown, he wants him to starve. XD

And Danny is cooking for whole Bee team, he feels much more safer when he's doing that! XDD

[witchersmistress]

The Damned and The Damage

Hello Darlings!! can anyone else here this gif or is it just me?? anyway shall we progress with Harper and August?

Trigger warnings: angry, masturbation, rage, lots of it, absolute mindnumbingness. fustration, lack of self love

Word count: 3.8 K

as per usual you do not have permission to use my work, translate my work or copy it, if you do i'll find you a haunt you for the rest of your days

Harper’s POV

I don’t count the days. I know there’s something wrong with me, that this isn’t normal, but I can’t muster enough fucks to do anything about it. When the Phantom hands me a box with a brand-new iPhone, the latest model, and tells me to text whoever, I don't. No one is looking for me. I didn't bother telling him I had a third-hand phone that shut itself off for no reason, couldn’t hold a charge, and had so many cracks in the screen I could barely read an email. It makes no difference what phone I have, if I have one at all. I don’t use it except when he tells me to check in with him while he is gone. Days go by, then weeks. I know work is coming to an end, but it doesn’t matter anymore.

 Mr. D will have pulled my sponsorship, and I wouldn’t be able to face the Walkers and their friends who came back for me that night. work seems trivial and pointless like everything else. It would take effort I can’t give, and so, I don’t. One night, when I wake up mewling like some pathetic, drowning kitten, crying that they’re coming back for me, the Phantom holds me against his warm chest and tells me he’ll keep me safe, that no one will find me here if I don’t go outside. He thinks I’m scared, that I’m hiding like he is, but I’m not. I just don’t have the fight in me to leave. So, I stay. He doesn’t lock me in or even try to convince me not to go. I’m not a prisoner. I could walk out. I even went to the clinic when he told me, the pharmacy where they sent me. I took the antibiotics he handed me each day. But there’s no reason to leave again. I can exist in this neat, orderly space as well as anywhere else. Better. No one demands answers for what’s wrong with me. No one asks for things I can’t give, for me to make impossible choices. The Phantom asks so little in return for this haven in which I can exist in the bubble he’s created, not taking up any space in the world. Maybe we’re both phantoms. He feeds me, putting my food before me and taking it away when he’s done eating, never commenting on how much or little I’ve eaten. After dinner, we go onto the roof where he trims and waters flowers, sprays plants, and admires his garden. Sprouts have grown into plants, and the older ones come alive as if to show them the way—the saw-like leaves of one produce a stalk with clusters of white flowers that hang like bells; orange blossoms like curling starfish emerge from another. I won't go to the edge again. I don’t care enough to jump. I sit in the chair where he tells me to sit, like the good girl he tells me I am. When it’s time to go inside, he brings me back in. He measures me one day, touching my body with possessive thoroughness, detached and entitled, as if I’m a doll and not a human.

He runs his thumb over the silky burn scar on my hip, checks my healed hand, sets my birth control pill on the bedside table each morning. I am another plant to him, a fixture, something to tend. He cuts my fingernails, paints my toenails. He dyes my hair a richer, dark-chocolate brown, irons it straight, and brushes it in front of the only mirror in the house, on the inside of his closet door, while watching a tutorial on how to fix it in different styles. He puts a ring through my belly button and buys me makeup and a bag to keep it in. He calls me his good girl. Soon, among his usual deliveries, more clothes for me arrive—a padded bra with heavy gel inserts that make me more evenly proportioned, skirts and dresses that hug and accentuate my curves without looking trashy. I know they must be expensive, and I’ve never had clothes made for my body that fit me so well. The style is nothing I’d choose for myself, though. They’re rich girl clothes. But then I realize I don’t know what I’d choose anymore. I’m not the girl who liked tiny cut-offs that showed her thigh tattoos, who wore combat boots and hoodies. I don’t know who I am. So I try on this girl the Phantom wants me to be.

He watches with arrogant indulgence, picking out the things he doesn’t like to send back. I look at the straight-haired girl in the mirror with tits that balance her hips, with a tiny waist and red-soled shoes. I wonder if she’ll ever be me again. Every morning and evening, he fucks me quickly and efficiently as I lay there not moving, letting him extract his payment. I’m the whore August always said I was. Once, he slides up on the bed next to me when he’s done. “Want me to finish you off?” he asks. “This isn’t the kind of relationship where I’ll eat you out, but I have a vibrator and a couple clit stimulators.” My stomach clenches with revulsion, almost panic, at a memory I won’t let form. I shake my head quickly. I don’t want or need pleasure. I’d rather just lie here, my body hollow except for what he puts inside me.

August POV

She’s not fucking here. I stand at the base of what I’m pretty sure is the tree where we left her. It’s hard to tell. It’s rained since then, and the water is higher, and judging by the rumbles in the distance, it’s about to get even higher. I bought a pair of thick waders that make me look like I belong on a whaling ship, and I spend the weekends mucking through a fucking swamp, shooting snakes and being drained dry by mosquitos. There is no sign of anyone in the swamp but me. Fuck Harper. She doesn’t fucking matter. She doesn’t deserve this much attention. I should be at the bridge, where someone important died. I should be mourning Crystal, thinking of Crystal. Fuck this shit. I wade out of the swamp, tear off the waders, and hurl them in the back of the Range Rover, not caring if swamp sludge splatters on the back of my seat. I see the blanket there, the one I fucked Harper on so many times. The one I wrapped around her body to keep her warm all through winter. A picture of it hugging her curves rises to my mind, the way it slipped off her thick thighs, showing that fucking tattoo… I climb into the driver’s seat and slam the door, banging my head down on the top of the steering wheel. I’m fucking hard just thinking about her. What the fuck is wrong with me? I peel out, turn around at the next exit, and drive back toward home under the bruise-black sky. Harper doesn’t deserve a place in my memory. What she did goes so far past betrayal, a cut so deep it could never heal. She found a way, and broke the last pieces of my sanity. All along, I thought I was biding my time until I broke her. But she broke me first. I pull up behind a shitty little sedan in her driveway and glance up at the gathering storm clouds.

 Her neighbors are outside, the girl with dingy blue hair and the little kid, who’s prancing around in a hula hoop, wearing shorts and a bikini top that hangs oddly on her flat chest. The doors to their car stand open, and a song that I can only hope the kid doesn’t understand is spilling out from the crackly speakers. I imagine what my mother would say, and I smile at them as I circle my car to grab the box of Harper’s things I bought, as if this were a normal breakup. The blue-haired girl gives me a dirty look, an unlit cigarette drooping from the corner of her mouth. The little kid stops dancing, the hoop clattering to the cracked walkway at her feet. “She ain’t here,” she calls. “So you can go on back home!” The blue-haired girl cuts her eyes at her sister, but she doesn’t say anything. She watches me with sullen eyes and fishes a lighter from her pocket to light up. The low clouds have started spitting rain, and the air is thick and heavy with moisture. The little girl is standing on the roof of the car, dancing in the rain to another song no kid should be listening to. “Yeah, you go on and go home!” Her high voice cuts through the splattering rain. “You ain’t welcome here, on account of you broke Harper’s heart.” Ignoring her, I hurry to get into my Range Rover and climb inside, slamming the door to shut out the rain and the girl and the feeling of that house that clings to me like the skin-crawling sensation of dirt and grime and sweat after a football game. Trash, all of them. Just like Harper. I try to keep that thought in mind instead of feeling like the piece of shit I am, running from them like a guilty conscience. I take a few deep breaths, telling myself I’m imagining the stench of her life lingering around me. Then I shift into drive and take off, back toward the side of town where the rottenness makes sense to me. I don’t go home, though. I keep going, toward old man Darling’s house, the one where we went after I disowned Crystal but before she died.

I pull off at the bridge. This is where I belong. Honoring the memory of a girl who deserves my remorse. The first girl I killed, two and a half years ago. Grey drizzle splatters down on the windshield. It’s not the kind of rain that fell on the night the river took Crystal. It’s the kind that was falling the night Harper came to our house the first time, thinking she’d spy. She was good at finding my hiding spots, the places I go to remember, to prove they don’t hurt me. I have mastered this place the way I mastered Devlin’s balcony. His house is gone now, and Harper can’t haunt his balcony, but she haunts the river. I left her in the swamp, but her ghost is here. It’s in the rain on the windshield, the blanket in the trunk. It’s under the bridge, where we lay and talked and fucked. It’s on the far side of the bridge, where we fought the Darlings, and where I pushed her down and fucked her ass the first time. It’s in the back seat of this car, where I plowed into her and made her scream for me while her cunt choked my cock in its grip. I lean the seat back and slide my hand into my pants. My cock is stiff, my balls ready to dump their contents into her thirsty core. I pull out my phone and thumb it on. I think of what her mother said. I scroll down to her name and read our last OnlyWords messages. 

August: meet u at ur locker after work 

BadApple: c u then 

It’s so normal. So ordinary. I press the button and shut off my screen. I should delete the whole thread, erase any evidence I ever knew her. Instead, I opened the regular texting app that uses our phone numbers, the one we hardly used. It only takes a minute to scroll back all those months, to the first text she sent. It’s a picture of her in my leather jacket, the pic I asked for over Thanksgiving. My dick jerks in my hand, and I close my eyes and take a breath, as if I can coax the smell of her from these leather seats where she lay so many times. But no. That was a different car. She’s only been in this one once—her last night. When I open my eyes, though, she’s still there. She’s not showing a lot of skin. She never sent nudes. That only makes me want to see more, to peel open the jacket and see her tight little tits with the pale pink nipples poking out at me. She’s not wearing anything under it, but only an inch of skin shows between the buttons of the jacket. An inch of flat stomach, the little dip of her bellybutton like a tease. Below the jacket, she’s wearing tiny athletic shorts, knee socks. Her hair is messy around her shoulders, and she’s smiling into the camera, a sassy smirk that tugs at one corner of her lips. But it’s her eyes that seduced me then, her eyes that entice me now. I stroke myself, but it’s not enough. I need her, need to crush her little body under mine, to pin it and penetrate her and hear her gasping for mercy. I look at her picture, and I scroll through the others, tugging at my dick until my skin is rubbed raw, but I can’t find relief. My balls are so full they ache. I just need one little push, but I can’t close the deal. Finally, I throw my phone across the car and slam my head back against the seat. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I came here as a remembrance of Crystal, not to masturbate to pictures of a girl who used me in her little games, told her sick old man how big my dick was, how I performed, how I licked her cunt until she gushed all over my face, her soft cries a siren song to my ears. I turn on the car and wrench the wheel around, heading back through the colorless, waterlogged evening. Just when I thought I couldn’t sink any lower, I found a new way to surprise myself. Like a fucking serial killer, I just jerked off while looking at pictures of the girl I murdered.

[awesomesauce2929]

Kaioshins are alien cryptids, but I don't want to look like I'm sharing how horny I am of these aliens by adding non-human details to them. I just want to make funny and silly headcanons on dragonball characters. Besides the non-human appearance, of the sharp tooth jaw variety, and pointy elongated ears, since the kaioshins are fruit creatures, I'm thinking of loreketh parrots and their unusual tongues. Perhaps it wouldn't make any sense to the kaioshins, but it would probably be interesting to watch the god of creation stick out his unusual tongue with a tassel if he eats a fruit, he can lick the fruit juice from it. Or if Shin is treated to human food, he doesn't think twice about the fact that his tongue looks weird, his studying the food through the spreading brushes on the end of his tongue looks weird. (he brings the spoonful of food to his mouth, sticking out his tongue. I think that later, when he gets used to human food and its taste, he will not stick his tongue out). (Think of Gohan as curious a scientific researcher who sees the kaioshin's real appearance, and he's at the ready with pen and paper)

No worries, all flavours are welcomed by the Kaioshins hehe. But this is an incredible, well-constructed headcanon especially the lore you made for the Kaioshins is creative, OP. Gohan got his pen and paper and a journal filled with notes and Shin found the behavior a bit odd but endearing how much Gohan is curious on how the Kaioshins work but so far only I would say 15% is covered, the rest is still a mystery. I believe since Shin is the younger Kaioshins compared to Northern, Southern and Western Supreme Kai, he observes their behaviour and that is normal for him to nurture some of the actions. I look into Lorikeet parrot tongue and how the parrot don't end any seeds, likely Shin uses his teeth to bite them off instead of tasting it. This is a cool feature, OP you came up. Due to his unique tongue, his preference for sweet things or more juicy foods due to it being complimentary the way he normally eats. I can imagine him finishing a watermelon in that way and leaving the rind in his hands before he uses his sharp teeth to finish it off. I like to add a few things I thought of what else the Shin's features he got, which can be different with the different Kaioshins as well (no Kaioshins are exactly the same). For example I headcanon Shin able to see slow motion very easily due to his short stature and his fast metabolism and experience time slowly if he wishes to. Kaioshins could eat the poisonous plants without any harm in moderation, some can serve as healing or extra boost of energy.

Thank you once again for this epic headcanon, OP.

[bunnyscar]

The Siliven's Request: Part 8

After leaving the ruined village, Manas and Alaine traveled for another week through desolate land. Apparently this area had been the main battlefield during the war between humans and Silivens, and as a result all the villages had been evacuated or decimated during that time. Even though several years had passed since the war, the land remained barren and dead, devoid of people and even plants for the most part. By the third day, Alaine almost feared that she would starve, since they had not really brought any provisions with them. They finally came upon a river with some fish, which Manas caught by turning his arms into fishing spears.

It was with relief, therefore, that at the end of that week Alaine finally saw grass growing along the road and birds flying overhead. After a few more nights, they came to a large city, larger than any of the towns they had been to previously. Stone walls surrounded the city, looming high over the many travelers entering and exiting its large gates. Guards stood watch on the walls, while other soldiers observed the visitors from beside the gates. Inside, buildings clustered together tightly, cobbled roads winding among the buildings and disappearing into dark alleys. People from all different races walked the streets: humans, elves, dwarves, faeries, and even a Siliven here and there. Some races Alaine did not even recognize.

As they walked down one of the main streets, Alaine looked with wide eyes at everything around her. “Could this be—the capital?” she wondered aloud, awe in her voice.

Manas glanced at her. “You don’t know your own capital? No, this is Fairen, a hub for trade with other nations. Your capital is in the middle of the country, while this city is on the edge of human territory,” he explained. After a pause, he suggested, “If you like it here, shall we look for a job?”

“I suppose,” Alaine mused. Perhaps Fairen would be more open to her and Manas working, since they accepted so many different races here. Not that there were many Silivens walking about, however, and people still gave them wary or angry looks. But she was more likely to find a job here than anywhere else.

“We’ll find an inn for the night, then we can start looking tomorrow,” Manas said, and Alaine nodded.

Food, real food! It felt so good to be able to eat more than just fish and to have a full meal. Not to mention they would be sleeping on beds instead of the hard, cold ground. Alaine pushed her empty plate away with a satisfied sigh. They were at an inn, one that was larger than any they had been in before, despite it being the cheapest they could find. The inn had a large dining room on the bottom floor, with several round tables in the middle of the room and a staircase to one side that led to the bedrooms. On one wall was a bar, where the innkeeper served drinks from behind the counter. Manas and Alaine sat at a table in the corner. At another table sat a group of elves, discussing something solemnly with each other, while some humans and dwarves sat at the bar, joking and laughing. Though the elves and humans had shot looks at Manas when he and Alaine had come in and sat down, the two had been mostly ignored.

Alaine glanced at Manas. He wore his usual lazy, half-open eyes expression and was idly turning his spoon around in his fingers, as if contemplating its craftsmanship. Though Manas had seemed somewhat cranky that first day after healing the villagers, he had acted normally the rest of the week. Having seen his memory, however, Alaine had found it somewhat hard to act normal around him. She felt that she should tell him what she had seen, but somehow she could not bring herself too. What would he think? Would he decide that she was too dangerous, now that she knew who he was and what he had done, and decide to get rid of her? But she could not just keep going on like this, with the knowledge stewing in her mind. Besides, she wanted to know more, to know why he had killed his father.

Making up her mind, Alaine opened her to mouth to ask him, when the inn door creaked open.

The chattering and laughing in the room came to a sudden halt, too sudden. Alaine and Manas turned to look at who had come in. It was a group of three Silivens, one of them wearing a long purple cloak and clothes that were gilded with silver. Manas stiffened. For a moment, Alaine stared, then suddenly her eyes widened. This Siliven was the one she’d seen in Manas’ memory! His brother, Ven.

The Siliven noticed Manas and smiled. Approaching Manas, the well-dressed Siliven came up to the table, followed by the other two. Were they his bodyguards? The other visitors in the inn watched uneasily.

“Manas, my brother, what a pleasant surprise to see you here! Are you well?” Ven asked in an almost too friendly tone.

Manas bowed his head slightly to Ven in deference, but replied indifferently, “Why should it concern you how I am doing, your highness? I am no longer one of yours.” He put special emphasis on Your Highness.

Ven continued to smile, but it looked somewhat strained. “Now, now, you needn’t be so formal and distant! You will always be a brother to me.” He glanced at Alaine. “I see you have a companion. What is her name?”

“None of your business,” Manas replied coolly. “What is it you really want, your highness?”

“Only to know how my dear brother is doing,” Ven replied, “and to know you how soon I may congratulate you on your happy marriage.” He looked pointedly at Alaine, who turned red with embarrassment. She was suddenly aware of the curious gazes of the onlookers.

“Y-your highness, it’s not nothing like that,” she blurted out hastily, “we’re merely traveling companions, nothing else.”

Ven made a surprised expression, though Alaine could not tell if he was just faking it. “Did you really expect a Siliven to marry a human, your highness?” Manas asked, a slight note of amusement in his tone.

“Well, it’s not customary, I admit. But I should think you might want to take care to keep her, Manas. Twould be a pity to lose a lady so pretty as her,” Ven responded. Manas frowned. Ven continued, “Indeed, it would be a great pity should she disappear.” Alaine shivered. Though he had said it quite innocently, there was something about the way Ven looked at her that made her slightly afraid.

Manas suddenly slammed a hand on the table, making Alaine and the other occupantes of the room jump. Glaring at Ven with eyes fully open and with such hatred and murder that it made Alaine’s blood go cold, Manas growled, “Don’t you dare touch her, Ven.”

Ven’s smile wavered, his eyes showing a hint of fear. “Well, well, no need to get riled up,” he laughed nervously. Then, leaning forward slightly and saying in a quieter voice, “Perhaps you should remember your position, exile. You may still be of use to us; but the girl is nothing. If we want to, we can do whatever we want with her. Aren’t you just using her as a pawn, anyway?”

Manas’s eyes flashed and he slowly rose from his seat. Alaine glanced about desperately. She had to stop these two, otherwise she was sure that one of them was going to get killed. Suddenly, an idea came to her, and she slipped behind Manas, away from Ven’s view. Quickly, she whispered, “Ven’s memory of me, be gone!” Ven suddenly straightened, a frown of confusion on his face. He turned his head to both sides as if he were looking for something. Taking the chance, Alaine hissed at Manas, “Let’s go!”

She was almost afraid that Manas would not listen, but instead he gave Ven one last hate-filled glance, then turned. Using his cloak to camouflage Alaine, he hurried her up the stairs. Ven stared after Manas, a bit confused. Then with a scowl, he motioned to his guards, and they left.

[yourlocalzombie]

Continuation of Cleo loses headcanon

Cleo spent the next week or so in their room.

People came by, knocked, and she ignored them until they left. She could hear them setting things down and always noted the ever-growing pile of notes slid under the door.

But all cleo was doing was packing. She was a light packer, but then again, she never had much to pack to begin with. Until now.

The crown. Her armor stands that she hadn't quite finished. Even the gorgon body she had made. It was finely crafted, after all.

And while by all means, cleo was extremely strong, partly due to her size, she couldn't take it all. At least in one trip.

And she didn't even know where to go. Normally when hermits move, they have a place in mind.

But not cleo.

She was a lone wanderer for most of her life, and despite this break in good luck, it was going back to normal

But it didn't feel normal.

Even with life game antics, and the prank wars and really just the general chaos of their homes...it was still a home.

Cleo pondered the thought.

"I knew I shouldn't have stuck around...that this would happen...but

...it had been years since I had a home when I first arrived. What else was I supposed to do?

At any rate, the longer I stay, the more trouble there will be.."

Cleo wasn't entirely wrong. People have harassed the group to hand over cleo. Or to have the fellow hermits kill cleo themselves. Some had even wounded cleo before, much to the dismay of whoever ended up finding her. Though, none of the hermits seem to be abive killing each other either.

She always attracted trouble, and what she didn't attract, she made.

Arson. Theft. Even killing. All of these things she has done and will likely do again.

Someone will agitate her and it'll be as revenge. Maybe, her zombie instincts will influence it. It was always something, wasn't it?

She didn't really want to. She knows first-hand what it's like. But what else was she to do, other than destroy others like she had been?

This all slowly subdued itself in her time with the hermits. Really, she was quite tame compared to some. But these life games always get her.

She had been staring out a window, far gone from reality. Enough so she didn't notice the continuous knocking on the door.

Once she did notice the knocking she ignored it. Or tried to, anyway, as the knocking simply didn't stop.

Eventually cleo cracked the door open and looked down. It was Joe.

Her dearest friend, Joe.

Joe opened his mouth to speak but decided against it.

He held his hand out. Cleo stared at it.

Eventually a clawed hand met a human's hand.

Joe gently tugged and cleo complied. Eventually, she left her room.

The condition she was in made it clear she hadn't been taking care of herself at all. Her clothes were dirty, she seemed thinner than she should be, and what Joe saw of the room behind her, led him to believe it was practically ravaged.

Joe led cleo to the couch he had been sleeping on. Gifts lay beside it, as well as a couple notes.

Cleo eyes the pile and stooped when she saw the gift of cookies. They were from Scar, and he knew her favorite type of cookie, even if it was the basic chocolate chip. They reminded her of a simpler time, and she's always had a sweet tooth.

Cleo also smelled food coming from the kitchen.

Turns out, Joe is a good cook.

Joe sat cleo on the couch and grabbed what he was cooking - a meat filled dinner.

Admittedly, cleo may have a slight problem in regards to how much meat she eats. Then again, when have zombies eaten plants?

They ate, and as they talked they snacked on cookies together.

"Joe...." cleo looked around, "have you been sleeping in here?"

"For the past week"

Cleo sighed.

"You have a functional bed at your home, why were you sleeping on my rubbish couch?"

"First of all, I like this couch," Joe retorted, "second of all, we're best friends! Did you really think I was just going to abandon you?"

Cleo paused and looked down. She'd never seemed so small before.

"...yeah, I did"

"Cleo, my dear friend, I could never do that to you. And neither could they."

Joe gestured to the gifts in the room. Fire resistance potions, wood, flowers, pies, cookies, so on and so forth.

They clearly cared. So why didn't Cleo believe it?

They sat in silence for a moment. That is, until Joe's communicator went off.

He tried to play off whatever news he received but cleo already knew that, with Joe's luck, it was urgent.

"Oh! Let me guess, your house is on fire?-"

"...how did you know?"

"That doesn't matter, go take care of it, Joe. I'll be fine."

"Promise you won't leave?"

"I promise."

Cleo spent the rest of her time cleaning up.

She didn't break promises, so she figured now she's *really* stuck here.

She unpacks her things, and cleans her room. She also takes the time to bathe and put on fresh clothes. A simple loose shirt and some shorts would do.

She decided to read through the notes left by her door. They were all hoping that she was well, sometimes inviting her to play cards or just hang out. Anything to get her out of her room.

She started to believe in her friendships a little more as she sat back on the couch.

She mindlessly ate some of the cookies scar left, paying little mind to anything else. Until clacking on the floor began, anyway.

A woman came in, with hooved deer legs and antlers. Orange hair and green eyes. A simple beige dress with a brown corset. Anyone could tell you it was Gem.

Gem was shocked to see cleo on the couch almost as much as cleo was shocked to see Gem standing in the doorway. Holding a flowercrown, no less.

Gem ran over, hooves pounding at the wooden floor.

"Cleo!! You're still here!!"" Gem pounced onto cleo with a hug.

"Yes...yes i am," cleo replied, slightly overwhelmed.

Gem pushed herself back to standing, "I made this for you! I noticed you were missing your previous one when I last saw you so, I made this one!"

Gem put the crown on cleo' head herself. Cleo took a moment, noting the woman's fiery hair and emerald eyes. Freckles painted her face.

Cleo doesn't blush red or green, rather, her skin turns closer to the fair skin she had in life. Which is what happened, when gem's hands ghosted over the skin of cleo's head as she put them down.

The crown was rather comfortable, and cleo took it off to inspect it. Red roses, white lilies, marigolds. It was a well made and beautiful crown. Cleo gently put it back on her head.

During this, Gem noted cleo's faded hair and eyes. The eyes glazed over, a dull green. And her hair, a gray-orange. But, despite the deathly look, it represented a stubbornness that Gem could respect, maybe even admire. Truly, how stubborn do you have to be to defy death?

"Well, do you like it?" Gem inquired.

"Oh! Yes, very much so, it's...quite nice, thank you" cleo responded. She didn't mean to sound disappointed. She really wasn't.

Gem smiled wide at that. She knew cleo wasn't always the best at speaking.

"Of course!"

They sat together a while, not speaking much. There wasn't much to talk about on cleo's end. Though, Gem did have some stories about construction of the bases. Apparently, some issues came up and a lot of repairs had to be made before it got properly dangerous. It's why Impulse and Pearl aren't with her today. Cleo wasn't sure she believed that, but then again, she spent the past week locked in her room, so she couldn't argue otherwise.

Gem's communicator went off a bit later. She said impulse and pearl needed a third pair of hands, and with a hug, she left cleo.

Cleo, though, was thinking. Thinking about how lively Gem was.

Cleo wasn't sure what it was, but, she felt maybe some of that rubbed off on her.

And so the zombie stood up, ready to face the day for the first time since the recent life game.

[mechformers]

For some reason I can imagine in ma miles that Spider mama have Spider strap on her chest when he was a baby to a kid when she needs to go out to get stuff, like food and healing plants, and even do the Simba thing when raising Spider up to meet Hawnu ( hope spell that right, since the banshee seem friendly)

Like " look at my son my friend, he is tinny, be very gentle with the child as he is baby" while raining Spider with a smile on their face

Or " looked at this my son, this fruit is good, this one is band, don't eat that one that one is for adults to make drinks with to get drunk " while pointing at each stuff at home when Spider was a toddler/child so he can learn

Just a thought I liked to share

Oh, the reader is stupidly proud of her small, drooling, toothless human child!! It's beyond ridiculous actually lol And she definitely had a hard time understanding what to give and what not to give him as he grew up to eat "normal" food. She sat through class after class on both what was poisonous to humans, what would give a runny bummy, and what would cause hives. First aid classes for both babies, toddlers, and children, as well as the added fear of "what if his exopack gets damaged/stops working/runs out of batteries". She had a very, very, very steep learning curve, but she took it in stride. the reader loves Spider above all else - like any mother should <3 Actually, the reader didn't have Hawnu (protect/shelter) when Spider was a toddler. We will get to learn how she got to create a bond with him when Miles asks about Hawnu later on. The reader is not a hunter or a warrior, and therefore never went through Iknimaya. The circumstances around how the reader created a bond with Hawnu is well known across the Omatikaya though, as it involves the children lol But she definitely had Spider spend a lot of time with Hawnu. They both did as he became another unexpected addition to their little weird family. They spent a lot of time flying together when Spider was younger, and although the trips got fewer as the teenage years set in, they still do them <3 I absolutely love that Simba moment though! I can jus picture it. Look at my majestic son, oh mighty ikran! Only for Hawnu's point of view to be a diapered pink blob with blue paint, drooling and toothless as he tries to fit the entirety of his small fist inside of his mouth lol Thank you so much for sending another ask! I am so enjoying these!!!! <3<3<3<3

[talesofsonicasura]

Ash Soul AU

An AU thought that came to me yesterday while suffering from a minor head cold. (I'm still sick btw but not woozy.) This involves Wild, Breath of the Wild Link but more on the angst side.

Before being taken to the Shrine of Resurrection, Link's body unluckily gets more exposed to Calamity Ganon's malice fueled flames. The dark energy of the blight had become so thick that the shrine estimated it would take a millennia to purge. Yet, what if... such malice could be converted and weaponized?

Thus the machine did the unthinkable. It merged Wild's body with the malice burnt inside creating something new yet so heartbreaking. A living mass of emotionally charged energy. Form wise, I think something like the Auditor from Madness Combat.

Something that acts very similar to fire but isn't. I'll say that Wild's body is very odd since it can go from solid, semisolid, liquid and to even plasm via thought. Has a consistency akin to tar with an ink like texture.

Overall, Link had a lot of difficulty keeping himself together much less forming a humanoid form. You can say his body is similar to an amoeba. It can mold, stretch, and consume anything he envelopes. Wild can eat normal food but living creatures such as animals, plants and even other people will properly fuel him.

Cooking is more of a way to handle stress. His adventure is a lot more difficult as his inhuman nature will frighten someone. Wild can take on a human form however it's a bit hazardous. In order to do this, he steadily leeches the color of nearby life.

Preferable to do near very lively places as 15 minutes in disguise equals one Hylian. Just know that any creature that has all it's color drained from Wild is dead, their bodies being nothing more than stone statues.

Link absolutely loathes his new inhuman nature especially when he regains a memory. Only a small group of people know about his inhuman nature: Flora (Zelda), Purah, Symin, Kass, Impa, Riju, Teba, Sidon, and Yunobo. (Riju found out and told other three.) You can say they are part of the Protect Wild squad.

Link usually stays on Satori Mountain with the Blupees and Lord of the Mountain. The ambient magic keeps him fed whilst the residents provide him company. Wild's house in Hateno Village and the rundown house on the Great Plateau are for different uses.

Now his new form has some complications involving certain Sheikah Technology such as the Guardians, Divine Beasts and Shrines. By that I mean they... tend to glitch. Wild's body is malice converted into something else, mostly a particular emotion very close to it, Wrath.

Just like Malice, Wrath can be directed onto another. Sheikah Shrines will practically kick Link out if he doesn't complete the challenge in a set amount of time. The functions inside will act janky or flat out won't work.

Guardians are extremely hostile in a berserker manner around Wild. They will attack EVERYTHING the moment he is in either line of sight or 5 meters. Animals, the environment and even each other are fair game. Finally the worst of the worst, the Divine Beasts.

These four titans will go berserk the moment Wild inside. Seeing Purah is completely mandatory as the destruction from a rampaging Divine Beast is devastating. Each one will practically harm themselves just to eject Link.

Overall, his adventure is even more difficult than any other incarnation so far. It only gets worse once the Chain are sent to recruit him. Especially when they have Calamity (BoTW Hyrule Warriors version) with them.

Wild wants nothing to do with the group. Even more so with his successful counterpart and still Hylian counterpart. Something made more difficult as Calamity can pinpoint his location. Basically an unwanted game of Hide and Seek that leads to the unfortunate meeting.

It's only the possiblity of reclaiming his humanity does Wild end up with the Chain. Trust, boundaries, friendships, and viewpoints are gonna be challenged. Some will break. Whether Wild can heal from everything he's suffered depends on not just him but the people around him. Even a Phoenix needs help rising from the ashes.

That's all I have for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Hyrule. Enjoy the song that give this AU it's title, Ash Soul by Cheshyre.

[wewerewords]

#03: Tender Is The Flesh

By Agustina Bazterrica

Genre: Dystopian Fiction

Publisher: Scribner

ISBN: 978-9821-6092

Price: $17.99 US

Page Count: 209

Date Started: February 5, 2024

Dated Ended: February 6, 2024

Back Cover Blurb:

Working at a local processing plant, Marcos is in the business of slaughtering humans — though no one calls them that anymore.

His wife has left him, his father is sinking into dementia, and Marco’s tries not to think too hard about how he makes a living. After all, it happened so quickly. First, it was reported that an infectious virus has made all animal meat poisonous to humans. Then the governments initiated the “Transition.” Now, eating human meat — “special meat” — is legal. Marcos tries to stick to numbers, consignments, processing.

Then one day he’s given a gift: a live specimen of the finest quality. Though he’s aware that any form of personal contact is forbidden on pain of death, little by little he starts to treat her like a human being. And soon, he becomes tortured by what has been lost — and what might still be saved.

Review and Rate:

This book depicts graphic scenes of procurement and harvesting of human meat. The contents of this book might be upsetting to some readers. If you are not okay with reading about the death of children, pregnant women, or people in general I would not recommend reading this book.

Tender Is The Flesh follows Marcos Tejo, a processing plant employee who recently lost his child, and is currently separated from his wife. Marcos is navigating his life while he deals with the grief of losing his child, which forces him to view his life with “Pre-Transition” eyes. Which just means that things everyone else views as normal now seem strange or even grating to him. Tasks that he use to be able to preform for his job now seem monumentally difficult, the foods they all eat seem disgusting, and he doesn’t have the will power to keep doing the same things over and over again.

While the main theme of the book is not the struggle of grief I would say it’s a very important driving power for Marcos. Without his grief he would not be the person he is at the end of the book. Without his grief he would not do the things he does. The grief of loosing his child is not the only grief he suffers under. Marcos also grieves the world there was before the “Transition”. A world where it was okay to have pets. A world where humans filled the streets. A world where you didn’t have to think about the meat you were eating. That world weighs on his shoulders because he believe the absence of it took his father away from him. Marcos is a man full of grief and his choices reflect that.

The main theme of the book is corrupt governments, and the willingness to follow them. To adapt to the new world order because it’s easier to follow instructions than to think for yourself. The Government tells the people that animals have a virus and eating their meat, being bitten or scratched by them, will kill you. Even though some scientists have come out to disprove this, and wound up dead as a result. Even if many people didn’t believe them, they still killed and burned as many animals as they could because it was easier to believe than ask questions. The Government tells the people that vegetables aren’t enough to keep them healthy, that they need meat, and that they have a solution. People meat — “special meat” — is government sanctioned. It’s the solution. It’s not a means to control populations, to control people. Curfews are in place to keep them safe, to keep them healthy. People aren’t really people if you don’t give them a first and last name.

That being said I found the writing style very interesting. It’s obviously a very intentional aspect by the author to refer to the main character (mc) as “he” the entire time. It creates a distance between the reader and the mc which I really enjoyed. The only time we hear his name is when another person chooses to use it. While he is a person with a first and last name, we as the reader do not see him as that. He is simply him. Not Marco, not Tejo, just him. Another nameless cog in the processing plant. I think this helps to normalize the things happening in the book, just like the government normalized cannibalism. 

I usually have a favorite quote from the book by the time that I finish, but I didn’t for this one. I was waiting for some profound sentence to help explain away the human experience, but one never came. There was no need to understand why the things in this book were happening, because they were happening simply because the people in the book allowed and wanted them to happen. I kept waiting for the moment I would understand why this story was written but what I have come up with is that at the end of the day, humans are capable of great evils and when give the chance, they will willingly do them.

I really enjoyed this book. It was not my usual read so I won’t be giving it 5 stars because I didn’t enjoy it as much as I could have, but I definitely think that is my own bias. ⭐️ ⭐️⭐️/5 for this one. It was captivating. The whole point of the book was to make me feel gross and at the end of the read I did feel gross. My cousin read it with me and she enjoyed it way more than I did because she likes when books make her uncomfortable, I don’t. Even thought it wasn’t my type of read I did enjoy it.