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[just-bendy]

Can you show vicious ink boi? As in like the ink form being brutally hurt or hurting another being. Or basically him being scary

( Bendy's first time turning into his new Ink Demon form did not go well. )

[pitchsidestories]

healing II Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1644

It’s a truth universally acknowledged, that two successful female players, must be in want of the biggest title in Europe, but also want to impress their girlfriend with this huge achievement.

Playing for pride and love on the biggest stage.  The stadium in Bilbao was full of supporters of both teams, although the Barca fans were outnumbering the Lyon fans by far.

Meanwhile the second half had started, and the game was getting more heated and intense, the final was slowly slipping away from the French players fingertips, while the team of your girlfriends was gaining momentum. You watched everything unfold in front of your eyes with Lucy Staniforth who has been a friend of Lucy and Ona for a long time at this point.

“Lucy, have you seen how Lyon knocked over their former teammate?”, you asked her. It enraged you how the Lyonnais players were treating Lucy Bronze on the pitch.

“I did!”, she added in a more calm and reassuring tone, but Lucy is tough.”

“Yes, you’re right, but this was still harsh from them.”, you nodded.

“I agree. But it’s the UWCL final.”, the Aston Villa midfielder reminded you and herself. There was so much to win and loose over 90 minutes plus added stoppage time. You could almost taste the anticipation and pressure radiating from both teams on your tongue. So did your friend next to you.

The match went on, but when suddenly Ona was on the ground and Lucy Staniforth told you earnestly:” Don’t look, y/n.”

Her saying that only caused you to glance at the horrific situation closer, turning pale at the sight of your girlfriend, whose face had started to bleed heavily:” What, why? Oh no, Ona!”

“I said don’t look. That’s a lot of blood.”, she observed quietly. The horror the fellow footballer felt was written in her face too.

“Does she need to get off?”, you questioned her worried.

“No, I don’t think so.”, the midfielder slowly shook her head.

“Ona wouldn’t want to anyway, not when it’s about her first Champions League title.”, you thought out loud.

“They’re checking her.”, Lucy Staniforth remarked.

“Ona’s tough too.”, you mumbled unable to look away from your girlfriend’s red face.

“You’re right, but it’s so much blood.”, the older woman swallowed hard.

“It’s. God, I wish I could somehow do something.”, you cried out helplessly.

“You can’t. Stay here.”, she replied rationally, holding you back with her hand on your upper arm, so you wouldn’t move.

“But-.”

“They covered it. She’s coming back on.”, the midfielder interrupted you. Looking back at the pitch it filled you both with relief, seeing Ona doing alright for now.

You watched on as Ona took the pitch again, a white band-aid on her cheek.

“This will hurt tomorrow.“, you cringed in sympathy for your girlfriend.

Lucy smiled, trying to loosen up the atmosphere: “I’m pretty sure it already hurts.“

“Yes but I guess the adrenaline will help her now.“, you shrugged.

“I’m sure.“, Lucy said, fully focused on the game again.

The game was tight and hard-fought. Exactly the kind of game a Champions League final deserved and you were sure you could appreciate it more if you were less worried about your girlfriends.

Only when Alexia came on and scored the 2:0 for Barcelona in stoppage time, you could feel yourself relax. That was it, the game was over. Another UWCL trophy for FC Barcelona.

With the final whistle, you flung your arms around Lucys neck while she pulled you in for a hug to celebrate.

Your gaze drifted towards the players on the grass again.

“Let’s go down there, shall we?“, you asked, trying to keep any impatience out of your voice.

Lucy smirked knowingly at you: “Yes, go to your girlfriends.“

When you entered the pitch, the players were still jumping around in exhilaration and you had to wonder where they got all that energy from after such a game. Your girlfriends stood off to the side.

Lucy was busy examining Onas injury when they caught sight of you.

“Y/n!“, they both called, waving you over.

You hugged your girlfriends with pride: “Hi. Congrats, champions.“

“Hi, babe.“ Lucy pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“How are you both? Oni, yours looked especially bad.“, you asked, eyeing both your girls cautiously.

Ona shrugged a little self-consciously: “I’m okay. I got her studs in my face. It looks worse than it actually is.“

“Promise?“

The smaller defender nodded: “Promise. It’s just a bit swollen right now.“

You had been able to tell since you arrived on the field. Her cheek was red and the swell almost reached her eye. It looked horribly painful.

“We’ll take care of that. Right, Luce?“

Your English girlfriend nodded, a big grin on her face: “Of course we’ll.“

Ona almost rolled her eyes at the two of you: “Loves, I can assure you I’m alright.“

“I’ll get you some ice later.“, Lucy said, completely ignoring Ona.

The Spanish defender let out a sigh: “It’s fine, really. All I want to do now is to celebrate this big win with you two.“

“Ona…“, you started.

Lucy looked at you, smirking at your girlfriend: “She’s so going to regret that tomorrow.“

“Oh, absolutely.“, you agreed, amused.

Ona groaned: “Don’t talk to me like I’m the child in this relationship!“

“We don’t.“, Lucy laughed, unimpressed by your girlfriends annoyance.

“We’re just making sure that you’re going to be alright.“, you sided with Lucy.

“You should better check on Lucy, she’s older.”, Ona only half joked, bumping the fist playfully against your lover’s upper arm.

“Oh, please, I’m good. Plus wait until you two turn thirty.”, the English woman warned you both grinning.

“That’ll take a while, Lucy.”, the younger defender reminded her.

“Very true, sorry Lucy.”, you quickly switched alliances to your other girlfriend.

“I’ll remind you in a few days.”, Lucy decided.

“That’s basically forever until that.”, you couldn’t resist teasing her. Even when it meant that she was throwing you on her broad shoulders, carrying you over the pitch.

“Hey, let me down.”, you protested giggling.

“No.”, the older player replied. The win had made her forget about her knee which always hurt and made her act recklessly.

You looked for the face of your injured girlfriend, crying out:”Oni, help.”

“Lucy, we don’t want any more injuries.”, Ona intervened.

“I’m careful.”, Lucy promised.

“Hopefully.”, the younger defender said, but she did look relieved once your feet touched the ground again.

After you both were inspecting her wound, the English woman announced:” We’ll take care of you now, Ona.”

“I’m okay, really.”, Ona attempted to wave off the concerns you were both having.

After the party where the team, friends and family let loose, celebrating the champions league win, as well as the nearing end of a long, successful, but also exhausting football season, you three reached the comfort of your hotel room.

“Here’s some ice, amor to help with the swelling.”, you told her in a soft voice before it could touch her skin she stopped you with a tortured smile.

“Too late. I look like this in all the photos.”

“Yes, but you will feel better with it on your skin.”, Lucy stated, knowing fully well from her own experiences with injuries that it was at least providing some kind of relief.

Despite Ona throwing her a doubtful look, she let you do your work:” Okay, fine.”

“And better?”, you asked her quietly.

“A lot.”, the Spanish player closed her eyes in relief. Giving you a perfect view of her long lashes and freckles who were scattered around like stars in the night sky while you were comforting her with the eyes in your hands.

 “That’s good.”, you nodded happily.

“Thanks, my girls.”, Ona mumbled gratefully.  

“You’re welcome.”, Lucy whispered, while squeezing the younger woman’s hand.

Watching your girlfriends’ interactions moved you and made you feel warm and proud inside.  Especially when you were thinking about what they achieved today with their team.

“You two really left it all on the pitch today.”, you remarked in awe.

“It helped to know that you were in the stands.”, the Spanish defender confessed as she pressed a thankful kiss to your temple.

“It did?”, you lifted an eyebrow.

Nodding, Lucy joined in: “I can confirm that.“

“But I did nothing…“, you interrupted, feeling stupid to get all the praise when your girlfriends where the ones fighting on the pitch.

Lucy carefully ran her thumb across your cheek, cradling your head in her hand: “You were there. That was enough.“

You could melt at the sound of her voice. “Thanks, girls. Tonight was really special.“

“Yeah, for us too. Trust us.“, Ona smiled softly.

“I do. But now it’s time for healing.“, you decided, nodding towards the bed.

Ona sighed: “But only for a bit.“

You knew how much your girls hated to sit still and relax. Especially when it involved injuries.

You were surprised that Lucy immediately moved towards the bed. She sat down and patted the mattress next to her: “Come on, girls. Let’s try to rest, tomorrow will be just as crazy.“

You crawled into bed next to her. Ona followed you and took the place in the middle.

Happily, you smiled at the two football players, still moved by the events of that evening: “Good night, my champion girlfriends.“

“Sleep well, our pretty WAG.“, Ona grinned back.

You let out an amused huff. You never imagined yourself as the girlfriend of a football player and yet here you were, in bed with two of the most amazing women on the night of the Champions League final.

As you listened to the slowed breathing of your girlfriends, you realized that you would not change a single thing. There was still some concern about Ona's wound, but in overall contentment you also fell asleep.

[indie-ttrpg-of-the-week]

I'm actually not super into vampires which is wht I outsourced this write-up, so shoutouts to my wonderful partner for doing it for me :)

Genre: Post apocalypse fantasy

What is this game?:

Bloodbeam Badlands is a unique rules-lite TTRPG that seeks to tell heroic stories about magical badass sharpshooting vampires and wild desperate adventures in an over the top strange and deadly post apocalyptic wasteland that shines a new light on mythical fantasy by combining magical creatures from folklore and pop culture with the tropes of post-apocalyptic survival.

How's the gameplay?:

The gameplay is loose, basic and imposed checks are rolled during times of drama and conflict to decide outcomes, which means mechanics are usually most relevant in fights. You roll a number of d6 equal to one of your 3 stats (Guts, Guile, and Guise) and compare the lowest die result to one of your 3 sources, which are similar to stats (Blood, Bullets, and Burn), if the result is lower, you succeed.

This simple conflict resolution method is made more engaging with a few inclusions: first of all, your sources are fluctuating, you can lower or “spend” a source to automatically succeed on a roll, the sources can also be lowered as a consequence of failure, and act as a gauge for your survival. If a source goes to 0, you’ll start to face death or mutation. Sources can also be restored by a variety of unique means, such as feeding on blood or bartering for bullets. Each character also has their own unique “Vampiric Bloodline” chosen at character creation that has their own way to spend and regain sources and a set of striking supernatural powers, such as being able to manipulate the demiplane of shadows or being a vessel for phantoms.

Players also further customise their vampires with a unique, personalised gun with a set of magic ammo, like a shotgun with homing shells or a sniper rifle that injects werewolf blood into your enemies. Additionally, while exploring the wasteland, you can pick up items with unique narrative and mechanical tags and usually some sort of magic, some are even strong enough to have their own stats and sources.

What's the setting (If any) like?:

I am so biased, I am going to be honest here, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS SETTING and am very excited to talk about it. The Forever Dawn is a vast, twisted post-apocalyptic wasteland with no end in sight, it gets its name from the blinding, burning, behemoth red sun that hangs omnipresently. The day never leaves and the night never comes. If the sun doesn’t burn you alive, the radiation will start to mutate and consume you. The players are vampires whose blood has been diluted and irradiated enough to leave the underground and search for blood on the outside.

The radiation and consequences of supernatural forces being mutated has left everything in The Forever Dawn, from the land to the people to the monsters, bizarre and twisted. Even the most common mortals of The Forever Dawn have strange mutations and unique features. The setting isn’t bound to just a burning desert, the book encourages GMs to set your campaigns in different environments warped by the apocalypse.

The setting does not have many established locations, the wasteland is too mysterious to be catalogued as such, and the lore usually comes in the form of sparse, unexplained plot hooks to give ideas to GMs or writers to build upon. Yet despite being largely vague and interpretive, the book still oozes with style and direction for the worldbuilding and goes in depth about not only what's in the world but about how the world feels.

What's the tone?:

Like I previously stated, the way the tone is communicated in this book is extremely effective, and lots of love was clearly put in. I feel like nearly every single piece of the text helps establish the tone, mechanical things like the stats being divided into snappy metrics of Guts, Guile, and Guise make you feel like you’re creating cunning and cool heroes, the examples of mechanics describe action packed scenes against mutant dinosaurs, and on the topic of mutant dinosaurs, my favourite example of the type of over the top style this game has is "Revolverface," a mutant t. rex with a flaming revolver cannon for a face. Which is just shamelessly cool and over the top enough to perfectly describe what you’re getting into.

But enough praising the writing, to actually describe the tone in my own words, Bloodbeam Badlands is wacky and over the top, balancing the fun of flashy action with the grimness of surviving in a world designed to waste you away.

Session length:

I’d say about 2 hours give or take, unless you're running full episodes in one session, then maybe 4 or so.

Number of Players:

The book lists around 2+ players and a GM, although it's worth considering there’s only 4 bloodlines in the base book

Malleability:

The rules are extremely malleable, the looseness gives opportunity to add and change mechanics as the GM sees fit, and the idea of sources can be changed or taken in a lot of different ways. It was designed with homebrew content in mind and has spawned a lot of cool third party and bonus content. Even if you stick by the source book you’re encouraged as a GM to create unique magic items and NPCs.

Resources:

As far as I’m aware I do not believe there is a sheet made for this game yet, likely a byproduct of early access.

Bloodbeam Badlands B-Side is a collection of new and third party content curated by the developer, licensing and logo information is also included.

Bloodbeams is a game with a great setting and a good game wrapped around it, it's definitely something worth checking out even if the gameplay isn't your thing, because the setting is just that interesting. It's a fun time for all you vampire enjoyers

[oceanlipgloss]

WATERCOLOUR

ANDREALPHUS.

+ warnings: angst, mentions of blood and death.

+ female mc, feminine pronouns.

Was this what it’s like to wash away one’s sins?

The water was warm on his skin. The sky may have been weeping blood above him, but that was just the shower. The enamel tub was dyed crimson, as though painted with watercolour. Molten garnets trickled down his pale flesh.

Soap makes foam that’s white in colour. Water is clearer than crystal. Red are the tears of his sick victims.

He couldn’t see, but she could; she watched the pure water turn a morbid hue. Ugly, turbid. She watched cherry-red get bleached into the shade of unhealthy peaches.

Water of nauseating colour.

Like watercolour it trickled down his closed lids. Tears of pale blood.

A vicious sight.

So much gore.

Starving burgundy snakes slithered with ominous slowness into the water. Were they his own hissing sins, or those of his violent destiny?

When he was a child, the world had bared its sharp teeth at him. He had so many enemies.

There are children who enjoy dipping their soiled brushes into clean water just so they can admire the way colour swirls and makes the liquid unrecognisable, changing its very identity and composition.

Despair is like that too at times, isn’t it...? Pain destroys some souls and mangles others beyond repair and recognition. The victims begin to wonder who they are, and whose mistake everything was.

Who was it that fucked up? Was it the people, fate, God? They themselves, perhaps? Each and all of those factors together?

So many questions, but no definite answer. Life’s complexity is a displeasure. Why do things have to be this way, stay mysterious forever?

Endless millennia to think about, thousands of subjects to ponder. There are those who have the time to contemplate, and those who disappear early. Maybe much too soon.

Her touch melted his skull. Soft. It was soft. With her breakable hands she tried to erase the evidence of his hatred. With her breakable hands she tried to clear the proof of his anguish.

Behind his lonely back, she radiated warmth.

The cold bathroom floor was wet with murky water under her feet.

Creamy was the scent of soap and rancid was the smell of blood as they twirled into one in the air, lacing the steam.

Everything could have made one feel queasy. Even him. He was marred, bloody.

Yet, with a swollen heart aching from heartbreak for his misery and lust for his body, she merely thought about how he was so sad and so very pretty.

He felt better, but she was only washing his hair. It’s not that important. It’s not permanent. Tomorrow he would once again think about something dark, something else.

Death can be nice sometimes.

After all, he was alone. He had no one. So had he not promised revenge, if it were not for bloodlust and justice, he would have liked to disappear, too.

+note: finally got around to finishing this WIP that's way past its expiration date. It's so old it was beginning to rot. Depressive episodes and stress normally paralyse my 'writing-brain,' but this was another one of those rare times in which that was not quite the case. I was still somewhat reluctant at certain parts, though that's pretty normal anyways—and surprisingly enough, I managed to continue writing with a sort of ease. Thank you to the torment for taking this damn WIP out of my way, I suppose.

On a side note, long before the game's ordeal I was clueless about how to continue all the 'What in "Hell" is Bad?' WIPs I had, so I scrapped 98% of them. As of now, I have one WIP for each of Leviathan and Andrealphus, but I'm stuck and still debating whether to finish them or scratch them out as well. Besides, the displays of greed and the in-game mess lowered my desire to write 'What in "Hell" is Bad?' fics to near 0. However, albeit the fact that I no longer feel compelled to do so, I guess I'll likely write if ideas visit me. Normally, it would be hard to resist writing an idea I like, of course.

+ MASTERLIST

+ AO3 POST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

[chuuyrr]

Request Idea for Scarlet Witch reader! If your interested that is :3

So, idk if your have seen the JJK 0 movie but there is a scene at the end where Gojo confronts Getou and says something and I was wondering if we could get that with Scarlet reader and her partner? Except maybe Gojo and the others witness her say something to him but dont know what she says 👀 it could be a love confession or you could leave it blank with right before Scarlet witch reader finishes him, he gives her a smile?

Maybe even have Scarlet reader walk past Gojo and the others looking almost dead(?) Like her eyes are glazed, blood on her face, head down, ect? Idk how else to describe it 😭 but I have so many ideas and this is just one iv been thinking of 🧍‍♀️

scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader confronts ex-partner similarly to adoptive dad! gojo with geto

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series | first part

╰➤ CW(s): spoilers for jujutsu kaisen 0, major references to multiverse of madness, and scarlet witch in general, angst

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! jujutsu kaisen x teen! reader

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which you, the adoptive child of gojo satoru, the scarlet witch, and the half-younger sibling of fushiguro megumi, repeats his history of having to lose the one who became everything he never wanted to lose.

╰➤ SONG SUGGESTION(s): my tears ricochet and enchanted by taylor swift

there you stood among the debris and broken foundations of buildings and trees left over from the earlier collisions of chaos magic, and cursed energy, gravity in particular.

gojo satoru and the other jujutsu sorcerers who were battered and bruised from earlier's fight watched as you planted your feet on the ground while in mid-air, a small yet gentle turbulent red psionics flowing outwards as you did.

you hung your head low, allowing your [color] locks of hair to fall and cover your face as you walked towards him, whose body had been gravely injured by your final chaos magic attack on him earlier. your steps were heavy and slow as you clutched your bleeding and bruised arm, which was exposed due to tatters on your customized scarlet jujutsu tech uniform.

you were too exhausted to heal yourself with your own abilities. nonetheless, you continued on because you needed to get to him no matter what. even if it broke your heart to see your ex-partner—your partner in such a terrible state as he leaned weakly against a rubble. his black hair was no longer tied in a half-up, half-do; a horrible bleeding dash had been inflicted on him, ripping up his clothes.

as blood dripped down the side of shinya's face, he lifted it and turned to face you, his gray eyes fixed on yours as you stood and loomed over him, where he noticed your expression. it was no surprise that you hung your head low. tears were glistening in your [color] eyes, and that hurt shinya a lot.

shinya wasn't heartless even if he had declared you and the rest of your jujutsu sorcerers family his enemies. he simply buried the feeling away because he had already made his decision. he despised seeing you cry even back then.

"[nickname]," shinya spoke up, his lips curving into a broken smile, "what'cha tearing up for?"

you found yourself clenching your fists, trembling fists to be precise. your knees gradually buckled to the floor, unconcerned that the rough ground would graze and scratch them. shinya furrowed his brows as he slowly extended his hand towards yours, which were flat on your thighs, and that's when he felt your tears fall on the back of his hand.

"you did it, didn't you? you saved the jujutsu sorcerers you considered family from me, the villain, [name]," shinya chuckled softly, shaking his head, "of course you would. you're the scarlet witch. as much as i hate to fucking admit it, you're stronger than me."

"we were supposed to be the strongest together, shin.." you muttered as you clenched your fists even tighter. you were choking on your words, but you held it together and lifted your head to finally face him, locking gazes with his gray eyes—the same ones you loved so much when the two of you first met each other.

but you couldn't find it in yourself right now to adore them. not with shinya's current condition, not when he was dying, and absolutely not when he was staring at you with those eyes.

"go on, [nickname], curse me all you want. it all my fault after all, pretty," shinya intertwined his bloodied and bruised hand in yours.

"how the fuck am i supposed to curse my one and only partner?" your words weren't as venomous as they should have been. in fact, your tone was sullen rather than angry.

shinya's brows drew together, almost sympathetically, but he lets you continue speaking as you shake your head and take a sharp breath of air, "i can't curse you, shinya."

"why?" shinya asked unintelligibly, puzzled and surprised by your choice of words.

shinya's hands were getting colder, and you could feel it as they rose and cupped your warm cheeks. the wind picks up, emphasizing the coldness of his body, and it's only then that you realize your cheeks are wet from tears streaming down your face. your eyes glow a faint red color as they reflect the burning sunset in the background.

"because i love you, hatsuki shinya, and i always have, even back when you left and chose this path. you're my partner—my everything, and it fucking hurts so much," you said with shinya's thumb brushing away your tears.

"damn it, [nickname], curse me a little, will you?" shinya's voice strained as his lips trembled, "stop blaming yourself."

you shook your head, closing your eyes as you held one of his hands, making it cup your face, "i can't."

when the curse-user suddenly wrapped his arms around you, gojo and the jujutsu sorcerers tensed. however, gojo stopped them with a raised hand, realizing that shinya was simply hugging you, before your older brother megumi, maki, nobara, and yuuji could run towards to attack with the intention to protect you from him.

your body ran warm in his embrace, which was becoming colder by the second, and that's when he pressed your body closer to his.

"maybe if i could have been your eyes and seen the world like you did, breathed everything you breathed and felt everything you felt, then maybe.. just maybe, [name].. i could have loved you the way i have always wanted to.."

you buried your face into the crook of his neck, unconcerned about his blood staining your face and everything, or that you were clinging to him so tightly at this point.

"you won't die, shinya," your hushed words rolled off your tongue like a plea.

"not even you can make that promise, [name]," shinya shook his head, rubbing your back to comfort you.

shinya's nose bleeds red, and the next thing you know, he's coughing blood, prompting him to pull your body away from his. your eyes widened as you stared at your palms. your magic hit him too hard earlier and nearly made him decay. shinya was right about your strength. your partner was well aware of how powerful you exactly were.

"do what you have to do," shinya straightened his back, attempting to sit upright, but struggled to do so, "finish what you started."

"shinya.." you spoke up to protest.

"no, [name], i can't stay. not after what I've done to you and everyone, and i want this more than ever," shinya said firmly.

with that, shinya's face crinkled into a smile, a genuine smile, "to have my partner do this."

you nodded your head. it was a difficult pill to swallow, but you had to accept it as it was. no matter how hard you tried, no matter how much you loved shinya as much as he loved you, this was inevitable. he was doomed to die, and you had no choice but to live. shinya has already chosen the path of darkness, while you have chosen the path of light.

to simply put it, you and shinya were destined to meet but not to be with each other, and it was the curse of the strongest ones.

with a heavy heart, you gently twisted your dominant hand, allowing red psionics to seep from your fingertips. it was a little faint due to your exhaustion and wounds, but it should suffice. you'll make it work. for shinya.

"you know, the sunset reminds me so much of you," shinya's eyes were now half-lidded and drooping from exhaustion.

"and just like the sunset, i'll see you again. maybe not in this life, or in the afterlife, but perhaps in another life or universe, and i'm confident that i will love every version of you, over and over, fushiguro [name], because i love you in every universe," shinya said, his voice barely audible, but you heard it nonetheless.

as shinya smiled at you and spoke such words, you mouthed them back, and before the jujutsu sorcerers knew it, you maneuvered your hand and the other, using your red psionics once more to end the curse user.

you wanted to close your eyes, not wanting to see what will become of shinya, but you read his thoughts loud and clear, and he called out to you, telling you not to take your gaze away from him.

"you could never hurt me," said shinya through his thoughts to comfort you even in his final moments, "i just feel you, [nickname]."

you wanted to fight back against his words, but you did what he wanted. you stood there watching and letting your chaos magic struck him. you wanted to scream and cry your soul out. you wanted him to stop staring at you with those eyes and that goddamned smile.

life flashed before shinya's eyes like a movie, and you saw everything as you subconsciously read his thoughts, from him first meeting you to the two of you fighting like a damned old married couple, to you and shinya accomplishing missions together as special grade sorcerers, to you and him coming home together after a long day, all the way to him staring at the sunset wishing it was you instead.

as your chaos magic accelerated the aging of his body to the point where there was no trace of him left, but only a hair tie—the hair tie he stole from you and had been using since he lost his. you picked it up from the ground and held onto it tightly, remembering him doing so.

was it really a curse of the strongest ones? was it fate for the scarlet witch to lose the people she cares about? it could be either, but as you turn your heel and walk away, you can't help but think about your adoptive father's words;

you straightened your back, took a deep breath, slipped the hair tie on your wrist, just below your black wristers, and raised your gaze to the horizon. hatsuki shinya was finally at rest and most likely reunited with his father-figure, mahiru, in the afterlife, but a part of you had died along with him.

shinya was more than just your partner or someone who made you feel less lonely; he was your other half, your soulmate. he was everything, and you loved him with your whole heart and soul.

love is the most twisted curse of them all.

it had to be that. you were certain of it.

"[name]-chan," yuuji attempted to speak to you as he walked up to meet you mid-way, but you remained silent and continued walking.

"[name]," megumi pried this time, attempting to converse with his half-brother, but you, like towards yuuji, ignored him.

"gojo-sensei, [name]-chan..." nobara frowned as she approached your adoptive dad in concern.

"let her be, kugisaki," gojo response was quiet and sullen as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

gojo bit the inside of his cheek as he and everyone else noticed the look in your eyes. it was completely empty, a void of nothingness. they were even puffy red from your tears earlier. you couldn't even describe how you felt, other than grieving and feeling; it just hurt so much. white noise was even filling your ears.

you walked past everyone, your head low as you wiped the blood—shinya's blood to be exact—that had stained your face, the very burden on your shoulders.

gojo satoru knew exactly how you felt—the unexplainable pain and grief—and he couldn't help but sympathize with you as he stared down at your figure, which was getting smaller and smaller as you walked further past them. tour uncle suguru geto was once a hatsuki shinya in gojo's life.

although he and the others didn't hear what you two said, gojo knows it was similar to the last time he spoke to his own partner.

and because gojo knows how it feels to have loved and lost, he feels guilty that his daughter, his most beloved child, is going through the same hell he did. it was a scene gojo was all too familiar with, especially with the bitter ending wherein love truly is the most twisted curse of them all.

[ author's notes ! ngl, i lowkey hate the ending i wrote because some tears are in my eyes yk LMAO and the fact that i had just a heartwrenching skk ao3 fic does not help at all, but i did enjoy writing this—somewhat—because it felt right to have reader's partner end up the same way as geto because this is reader taking after gojo satoru, but also because i got to reference mcu! wanda maximoff's grief too, which i hope i was able to encapture in this writing, so thank you for requesting this foxy. hoped you like it ! ]

[ p.s. ! the song suggestions are highly recommended btw—i was listening to them while i was writing this. it makes the angst hit harder and more differently. 10/10 experience 😌🤝]

[darrisgrove]

Bride Notes - DNF

-I wonder if "The Tongue" will ever be explained later in the blood, but I have no idea why the vampires would need to speak it if nobody ever talks to them.

-I don't think an 11 year old knows what insurance is and what it does for a person.

-I'm all for excluding children from weddings. It's too easy for a disruption to ruin the whole wedding.

-I like me a man that knows how to handle children without aggression.

-Not me imagining Lowe as one of the Powerwolf boys. Not sure which one fits the personality just yet. Maybe Falk. I like him.

-Not a huge fan of all the sexual insults.

-No way she just called that child a furry.

-"I can live without hanging out with someone whose skull hasn't even properly closed yet."

-I hate that that was a thought put into words and published, page 82.

-As a sibling, we don't call each other "honey".

-Or darling for that matter.

-Ana is 7 but acts like 3.

-10 chapters in and there is 0 chemistry between these two. I'm getting bored.

-Ana is half werewolf half human.

-"Nut paste".

-I'm not finishing this. This is supposed to be a romance book and I am halfway through the book and there is still no romance. Nothing is happening, romantic, plot, or side plot wise and I'm getting to the point where it's not worth continuing.

[yhwhsdaughter]

Patient 0

credit

Shigaraki x F. Reader

Italics will be used to indicate the reader’s thoughts.

Contents: inaccurate portrayal of psychology, brief and vague mentions of abuse, mental illness, self-harm, suicide, and violent thoughts in general.

“He is a very dangerous man, Doctor. Murdered his own family in cold blood. And now, poor Dr. Koda..” the sound of [Name]’s low heels echoed around the solemn walls of Musutafu’s Institution for the Criminally Insane. She’d heard about the fate of her predecessor; took his own life, right after stealing and destroying all the files on his patient Shigaraki Tomura. The security guard, a stout man, walked too close for comfort, struggling to keep up with her large strides. “You have family, Mr. Itō?” [Name] gazed down at his flushed face; her eyes centered on the crumbs that sprinkled his tie. He worked the night shift and was probably snacking on chips from the vending machine. “Uh yes-! Three children and a wife.” Biased opinion. He got that lovesick face that made her insides twist. [Name] wondered what that was like; perhaps she’d have to ask him more questions later on. Arriving at the cell, the young psychiatrist had tuned out the babbling man—she didn’t have to listen to know it was purely bad comments on her patient. Napoleon complex? She noted mentally.

Walking in, the first thing she saw was a seemingly young man. Shigaraki Tomura. Based on previous notes—those that hadn’t been destroyed—he would be about 21, though based solely on appearances such as his ratted hair and unkempt face, he was aged. Strapped to his thin body was a straight jacket; he had a history of aggression. Shigaraki eyed Mr. Itō with something akin to hatred, which was returned. [Name] stared at the two, knowing if the security guard stayed, Shigaraki would not open up. She accepted the chair offered to her, cautiously placing it in front of the bed, close but not too close. “Thank you, Mr. Itō, that will be all.” She didn’t look at him, her gaze focused on the man before her. “But-but doctor I can’t leave you alone with this-this.. monster.” [Name] smiled reassuringly, “I will be fine.” Though soft, it was a voice that left no room for argument, subsequently leaving the security speechless. Shigaraki gave him a mocking grin, his dry lips cracking at the motion. [Name] ushered the man, whose face was beginning to flush again, out before he could say anything. Shigaraki never took his eyes off her, a gaze with enough intensity to unnerve anyone. “You can call me Dr. [Surname].” He stared for a minute, “I can call you whatever I like.” Instigator. The comment flew over her like it was nothing as she sat, flipping through her clipboard. His antics wouldn’t work on her. “I will be treating you from now on, given the… unfortunate incident with your previous doctor.” Suicide. Shigaraki seemed amused, chuckling, “Unfortunate incident. I wonder who the next one will be..” Threatening. A pregnant silence fell between them as [Name]’s hand moved fast, scribbling down her thoughts.

“What brings you to me, Doctor?” She was aware that he was trying to take control of the session. “Your mental illness. I want to get to the root of the problem.” Her vocabulary was a bit.. “Mental illness..” he repeated, “Do elaborate, Doctor.” His voice was low and raspy, as if he’d screamed his lungs out. Still, it was demanded in a manner that indicated he’d jump [Name] if she said the wrong words. “How are you today?”

Shigaraki blinked, pausing, “I’m feeling delightful today..” Both engaged in a silent battle, analyzing one another. [Name] felt the weight of his gaze as he leaned forward, manspreading. The feeling of boredom he usually felt in these interviews wasn’t present; there was a sense of intrigue that the good doctor made him feel. Shigaraki’s crimson stare took in every aspect of her. She was.. beautiful. Eye-striking in the way that made people look twice. He grinned. She would drive the other patients crazy, even more so. “You’re very attractive Doctor.” Another pause. “What about you? How are you feeling?” “Do describe what you’re feeling. Why are you feeling particularly ‘delightful today’?” she quoted him, squashing his queries as if they were a mere fly to her. He gnawed at the skin on his bottom lip, savoring that controlled feeling of pain—like taking a blade to his mouth. At least two ulcers had formed inside; Shigaraki bit harder when he noticed [Name] taking notes. Self-harm.

“I just feel like today’s going to be great. Like everything is gonna go right.” More scribbling. “Is that so?” she looked up at him. As the dim light illuminated part of her face, Shigaraki observed that [Name] had a youthful face. The kind that made you think ‘Is she really a doctor?’

“Now it’s my turn. How old are you Doc?” Intrusive. Faux friendliness. Sighing, [Name] placed her clipboard down—still out of his sight. “Let me be clear. I’m the one who will be doing the questioning. We’re not here to talk about me.” She chided like a mother reminding her child not to eat dessert before dinner. Even so, there was a certain coldness, a present authority that she was not like his previous psychiatrist. It annoyed Shigaraki; if his arms were free, he would’ve already crossed them. “Fine.. Ask away.” [Name] cleared her throat before saying— it was more like she was reciting from memory, “You were institutionalized after being charged with murdering your family.” There was some disbelief to her voice.

Instantly, Shigaraki’s demeanor changed. Any smidge of him opening up, immediately shut down—a frown settling over his face as it darkened. “My father was a disgusting pig. An abusive alcoholic piece of shit who beat us daily.” [Name] listened intently, putting her pen down and actually seeing him, which made Shigaraki feel willing yet vulnerable. “You wanna know the worst part?” His veins pulsed with pure hatred. “I’m the one who’s locked up.”

“You’re right. It’s not fair.” She smiled calmly which caused him to continue; he didn’t trust her but it urged him to keep going, the words spilling from his lips. That’s all he could do at this point. “Fair would be getting revenge on that asshole.” “Well, he is six feet underground so I’d say that’s done.” [Name] was surprised when laughter erupted from his mouth like vomit. It had been too long. “You’ve got a dark sense of humor Doc, I like it!” She felt as if they were finally building a repertoire—“How would you react if I tried to kiss you?” All she heard was a record scratch on the inside of her mind, her sympathy dying and it took [Name] great effort not to twitch in disgust. For the first time, his attempts to break her calm façade seemed to be working. Shigaraki had a smug expression as she stated rather coldly, “I would call security and have them restrain you.” Her self-control was impressive, really, but he guessed it had to do with the professionalism that came with the occupation. If one dealt with all kinds of crazy, it would make sense to remain in quietude. Shigaraki prodded the bee’s nest, enjoying his therapy session, “What if there was no security to stop me? How long do you think it would take Itō’s short legs to reach this room?” This was it. He fed on their fear. It was the only way he’d be left alone. Except— “I’m stronger than I look.”

“Prove it then.”

He was daring her. His red eyes seized her figure, there wasn’t anything that showed immense signs of strength. Shigaraki hunched but if he were to stand to his full height, he’d be at least a head taller. Now.. if only these restraints could come off…

“Would you like to talk about your self-harm?” It was an emotional punch to the gut. “No.” Trigger. The scars on his neck and wrists spoke for themselves. The orderlies had previously informed her how Shigaraki fought every time against the restraints, creating deep lacerations. It usually took several strong men to hold him down. “Alright. Do you wish you didn’t exist?” Fuck. “I want to destroy everything. I want it all to disappear.” [Name] fought the urge to grin—she would surely look unwell, and it’d be inappropriate. “Do you remember killing your family?” It was easy to segue into another topic but conversation was, at last, steering in the direction she desired. “It was deserved. I went through Hell there..”

“Interesting…” Scribble, scribble. Her words did not reach his ears. “What did you just say..?” Shigaraki’s fingers twitched inside the jacket. “I said it’s interesting.” With hostility, “What is?” It was almost a hiss, full of venom that couldn’t wait to penetrate her skin. “It’s interesting to me that you can remember something you didn’t do. Police investigation revealed that your father killed your family. The only question that remained: who killed him?”

“What do you mean?” He gritted out. “Have I been locked in here for nothing!?!” Impaired memory. Those would be the last of her notes, the rest would be solely engraved in her brain. “No. You haven’t been here for nothing. You exhibit clear signs of severe mental illness, aggressive issues that endanger others and yourself, aaaand you’re the only suspect to your father’s murder. Not to mention your lacking cooperation and the manipulation of your previous psychiatrist that led him to destroy your files, conveniently, and kill himself. I would say that’s plenty for you to stay imprisoned.”

“And what? You think you can fix me?” In a honeyed voice, she answered, “Oh, I won’t fix you Shigaraki Tomura.” He raised a brow, “And why do you say that?” There was a slight bout of confusion in his scarlet eyes. [Name] smiled, practically seeing the cogs turning inside his mind. “You see, I need you to stay unfixable.” He was plagued by the desire to know, like an itch that needed to be scratched. And scratched. And scratched. Until it bled profusely. “Why?”

“Because I killed your father.”

The seriousness in her tone indicated the truth. [Name] stood up, dropping her clipboard onto her previously occupied chair, approaching Shigaraki. He remained silent. “Like you said, he was an abusive pig.” Unlike her initial serene demeanor, [Name] unmasked. Disgust. In her inflection, body language, facial expression. “He was my father too.” She chuckled when Shigaraki’s brow raised. “I’m only a few years older than you. He poisoned my mother with sweet words, and impregnated her before leaving. But prior to that, he hit her so hard she nearly died.” Her late mother was banged up against the wall, resulting in permanent brain damage. “I was born prematurely thanks to his parting gift. Anyway, I continued my life, taking care of my disabled mother, studying, cultivating a career and then I discovered him.” Her eyes shone, “Purely by accident, but I couldn’t believe it. God had granted me an opportunity.. Of course, I recognized him by one of the few pictures my mom kept. And that’s when I knew.” At the time, it was like an epiphany.

“So it was you who got rid of the scumbag. I’m only sorry I wasn’t able to end him myself.” He finally replied. “I made him suffer enough for a thousand lifetimes.” The hair on her arms stood as she recalled that night, smiling, which in turn made Shigaraki chuckle. [Name]’s fingers worked swiftly, undoing the straight jacket. “You’re a weird one, sis.” He stood up, stretching his long stiff limbs.

Without the obligations of acting like his psychiatrist, [Name] embraced her half-brother. Stunned by the sudden display of affection, it was a miracle Shigaraki didn’t react violently. It had been almost an eternity since he was given a genuine hug. He stared at her, thinking how easy it would be to crush her pretty little head. “Baby brother.. I need a favor.” He grimaced. How fucking cringe was she? Did she truly think this behavior would work? “What.”

Her nimble fingers pressed on his shoulders as she leaned closer, almost as if she wanted to become one. It was faint but Shigaraki caught a whiff of her perfume. It was.. soft on the nose. Flowers. Of fucking course she would use something like that. His arms wrapped around her form and she whispered, “I need you..to remain here.” Caged, like a dog. “Why would I do that?” His voice was low as his arms distracted themselves running across her back. She was soft. Everything about her was, except the sharpness of her tongue. “Will you do that? For me..?” It was annoying how easily she evaded his questions. He squeezed, smiling when he heard a small crack and a pained wheeze. “Just for you.” Shigaraki pulled back, grasping her face in his hands, a bit roughly, staring at those doe eyes that witnessed carnage and reveled in it. “I won’t escape. I’ll stay here,” he gestured, “in these shitty four walls for you.”

[Name] brimmed with excitement, it was difficult to contain it. She took hold of the hands that held onto her, and squeezed gently before pressing her cheek onto his palm like a cat seeking love, “Thank you brother. I will visit you often. As your ‘psychiatrist’ obviously. And when I find someone to take the fall for our father’s murder, I will vouch for you and secure your liberty.” She looked up at him, nearly batting her lashes, “It will take time… Do you trust me?” [Name] definitely inherited her looks from her mother.

“Yeah I trust you.”

This young woman was disarming in the vilest of ways. However, she was his golden ticket. Without [Name], freedom was but a myth. He could take her by force but the guards would never let him out. Even if he argued his innocence, Itō—who’d taken a liking to his beloved sister, would take her side immediately. Perhaps that’s where her sense of secureness and confidence came from.

“I want to crack open your skull and examine the remains.”

“I will take you away from all this.. but you need to be patient. Understand?” He nodded. “[Name]..” she blinked attentively, “I think you’re the first person I love…… I will do anything. I’ll wait as long as I have to, as long as it takes.” She smiled.

“This is our promise.”

[wutheringmights]

After the last chapter, I was wondering if you had an idea of what the Chain's kill count is? If it's plot significant, don't feel like you have to spoil anything.

There is one other person's kill count that is relevant, but I can't tell you whose. It's a surprise ;)

Sky

Kill Count: 0

Okay so did Sky kill Demise? Yes.

Does Sky consider Demise a person? Absolutely not.

Demise is a cosmic entity. He is a concept. Sky did his job and walked away with no regrets.

Hell, he'll do it again if he has to. No hesitation.

Zero percent guilt.

Four

Kill Count: 9

It's explained in story but basically one of those kills is Vaati and the other eight are corrupted knights of Hyrule

This is one of those things where he knows he had his reasons and many people would say he's right about this, but he doesn't feel good about it.

It's complicated.

The best way to put it is that he chooses to be regretful.

Time

Kill Count: 3-ish

I don't think Time has ever gone into a battle choosing to kill another person, even if that other person is horrible and tried to kill him first.

Like, he sealed Ganondorf in one timeline then turned him over to the authorities in the other. And he hates this guy more than anyone else.

His kills are all instances when he defeated someone in battle (like a thief or something-- they picked the fight, not him) and they succumbed to their injuries some time after

He still feels terrible about it, but it's not crushing guilt

He's killed a lot of people under the influence of the Fierce Deity Mask, but those aren't his kills. It's the diety’s. There's a difference.

Legend

Kill Count: 4-ish

Let's get this out of the way: Legend does not think he killed everyone on Koholint Island. Sorry, like I know this is a popular headcanon but I hold true to that little hopeful smile at the end of Link's Awakening. He's wistful, but not guilty.

That being said, he's defeated the sorcerers and servants of Ganon who have taken over the kingdom, like Yuga and Agahnim.

The guilt involving all that is pretty low too. They had it coming.

He's in too deep to start feeling bad about it now.

(That being said, I am very tempted to ignore canon and declare that he's never actually killed anyone, just because it would be really funny if the guy with the most amount of world-threatening emergencies managed to solve all of them without any bloodshed. Like, he would make everyone else look terrible at their jobs.)

Hyrule

Kill Count: 0

This is another instance where Hyrule technically has killed, but like Sky, he doesn't think Ganon is a person.

That being said, Hyrule lived a pretty a dangerous life before his adventures began. The fact that he had gotten into so many fights without killing anyone before being roped into his first adventure is a testament to how good of a fighter he is.

That being said, he is prepared at any given moment to kill another human

He can't tell if any of the people attacking him for his blood are Ganon's minions in disguise until after he kills them

So far, none of them have actually been people

But he really doesn't care-- if someone is out to kill him, he's going to be the one who walks away with their life no matter what he has to do

Twilight

Kill Count: 1

Knock knock, Twilight. Who's that? If the fact that Time didn't kill Ganondorf himself coming back to haunt his descendants.

Twilight killed Ganondorf

He doesn't regret it. He made his peace with it long before he stormed Hyrule Castle.

But he's not itching to do it again.

The idea is still pretty unpalatable.

Wind

Kill Count: 1

Knock knock, Wind. Who's that? If the fact that Time didn't kill Ganondorf himself coming back to haunt the next generation.

I think Wind got in over his head during his first adventure and chose to cope by leaning into this idea of being the new hero

So he was able to justify killing Ganondorf in a black-and-white, good-always-wins kind of way

It’s only as he gets older and he starts thinking on that first adventure that he starts to feel sympathy for Ganondorf

At that point, would he start to feel bad? Maybe.

Perhaps he would, despite himself.

Warriors

Kill Count: 150 at a minimum

I mean, he fought in a war where he did end up having to fight other people 

86 of those kills were from the mass-execution of traitors, though he’s definitely had to execute more on an unofficial level

His feelings of guilt and self-righteousness are such a mess that it would just be easier to toss out the whole suitcase

Despite how complicated it all is, he would do it again

Wild

Kill Count: 3-ish

I think he’s killed some Yiga

I don’t think he intended to kill any of them, but sometimes those assassination attempts got really nasty

Most of the assassins would escape with their lives, but there were a few that were not so lucky

I think the first time it was a huge shock to the system. And I think a lot of his feelings about it got mixed up in what he feels now versus what he thinks he should feel

He definitely remembers a time where he would not have cared as long as it was in service of the Royal Family

Nowadays, he is more sympathetic towards the Yiga

He admits that if someone is trying to kill him, he has to be the one to who walks away with their life.

But killing someone is never easy for him. He will always try to avoid it.

But if pushed enough, he will reside himself to what he has to do.

[svtskneecaps]

literally it's 3am where i live and i'm on mobile but FUCK IT i haven't posted any actual writing in like a YEAR on this blog whose description include the words "I WRITE" and i can't tell if i'm even going anywhere with this so fuck it under the cut is the prospective absolute mess of the first chapter of the flipo family time loop fic. (for clarity, flipo family as in slime, mariana, and juanaflippa) this covers loop 0, aka the relevant parts of canon. words: 1630

parts of it i popped off with and other parts i hate; up to you to identify them. also the italics and other formatting got erased when i copy pasted and i'm re-adding all of it by hand so if i missed a spot, no i didn't. if i missed an accent on a letter in spanish that was a typo, if i missed a ¡ or ¿ that may have been on purpose.

oh and for obvious reasons, content warning for mentions and mild descriptions of child death and child murder. no blood, and most of it is a three word mention; i'd say the brief paragraph beginning "Tilín didn't scream" is most of the reason this warning exists.

Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.

He’d been hoping for a bright, sunny day to start their vacation, but was sorely disappointed. The portal had apparently taken them pretty far, since they’d gone from noon to night time. Talk about jetlag. They hadn’t even been on a plane.

“What happened to the other guys?” he wondered aloud as he stepped onto the platform.

“Yeah no clue,” Phil said, scanning the empty station. “Thought they’d meet us here.”

“Guys!” one of the Spanish speakers--Vegetta, he’d said, when they’d all met up at the first station--called, from a lectern at the wall. “There is a book!”

They crowded around as he read the instructions aloud--something about pressure plates, Slime wasn’t paying that close of attention. He was a little more preoccupied with making sure it only felt like his brain was dripping out of his ears. That would be kind of embarrassing.

Which was not to say that he wasn’t enjoying the constant onslaught of people talking over each other using words he may or may not understand. In fact, it was the opposite; he was frankly thriving in the absolute chaos that kicked back up around him as a timer appeared in the wrist communicators they’d been provided along with their tickets.

“Como se dice ‘we are going to die now’?” He giggled, chasing Phil and Fit to one end of the station.

“¡Vamos a morir!” shouted Spiderman, echoed seconds later by the black bear in the collared shirt.

Giddy over the high of attempting to use his high school foreign language for the first time maybe ever, Slime absolutely didn’t contribute much to solving the puzzle, and before long the sound of the timer ticking down was accompanied by a loud buzzing alarm.

“It’s been an honor!” he shrieked at the top of his lungs. “It’s been an honor!”

The bear ran past them again, shouting, “I’m going to die!” in English this time.

“Adiós amigos!” Slime yelled.

The countdown ended.

And then his communicator buzzed, and there was a video playing on the screen, showing a cartoonish yellow duck in front of a blurry beach stock photo. He skimmed it absently--some generic welcoming message and another side quest for them--distracted by Maximus audibly losing his shit laughing across the station.

“Come on, I’m trying to take a vacation, I gotta work now?” Fit complained. “This is ridiculous.”

Slime wanted to jump on that bit, but the message cut off with coordinates marred by static and the noise of the emergency weather alert system and he lost his train of thought completely.

“I got the English book!” Spreen called, holding it with two fingers like it had personally offended him.

“English leader,” Vegetta said, seeming to find that amusing.

“English leader.” Spreen laughed and flicked the book away. Slime stepped back but somehow it still nailed him in the chest.

“Guess I’m reading then,” he said cheerfully.

“In Spanish?” Maximus said.

“Um.”

Vegetta called something, backing across the plaza with the book open in his hands. Phil backed up to the wall.

“Here,” Phil instructed, “we’ll read it here.”

“Okay okay.” He flicked it open. “So we have to get water wheel planks--”

Their peace lasted a grand total of thirty seconds as voices suddenly began shouting, overlapping in chaotic chorus.

“What is that?” Fit demanded.

“Is that coming from the other side?” Phil stared up at the top of the wall.

“This is the thinnest thick wall I’ve ever seen,” Slime said, giddy laughter bubbling out of him again. “Is this thing made out of pencil shavings? If I sneeze on it, is there gonna be a hole?”

“Nevermind, we’ll read it over here.” Phil dragged them away again, but the Spanish speakers were dispersing into the trees.

“Forget the book,” Fit said, “follow them!”

(In the end it was explosives that took the wall down, which in hindsight was a precursor to how a not insignificant portion of time on the island was spent. The first day, however, it was just funny, much like everything else.)

(That was to say, the first first day.)

The communicator had indicated that today there was something special planned, so he made an extra effort to wake up.

“Morning Jaiden!” he called to his upstairs neighbor.

“Hi Charlie!” He could hear her farming through the wall. “Glad you woke up on time!”

“Well you know, you know, El Backflipo couldn’t miss it,” he joked, sifting through his backpack. “Got any spare food? I’ll trade you uno backflipo.”

“I have so much toast, come here and get some, free of charge.”

With a quick backflip and some toast to start the day, he popped open the map.

“There’s a lot of people down the wall,” he noted, their green dots so clustered they formed one. “Wanna check it out?”

“Yeah sure.” Jaiden tossed some seeds into a chest. “Do you know what this event’s gonna be?”

“I have no idea,” he admitted cheerfully.

She laughed. “Yeah, me neither. I guess there’s an egg involved, but that’s all I know.”

He dug around in his backpack for a paraglider, nodding along. “Yeah, yeah, un huevo, I get you.” Shuffling the landmine from Vegetta to one side, he yanked out his glider and threw himself out her window. “Let’s go!”

(nothing like getting struck by lightning to wake a guy up in the morning)

Slime fiddled with the communicator as he waited for the line of people to get through the ticket machine; he already had his own, a nice B for Backflipo. The new live translations still boggled his mind. He had to fight the urge to chant weird shit under his breath, just to see what the bubbles would say.

He paid a little extra attention when Mariana walked up to the machine. That guy seemed cool. They’d done that pequeño dormir together on day one, and he had a good sense of humor. Egg parenting would probably be funny.

He was thrilled to see the B for Backflipo on the ticket Mariana stepped away with, even if Mariana was decidedly less so. This was gonna be good.

(it was, and it wasn’t)

So, Mariana wasn’t exactly the coparent of dreams. Then again, Slime was pretty sure Mariana could say the same about him. In fact he was pretty sure Mariana had said the same, but in Spanish, when he wasn’t checking the translation.

It was great. They thought they’d killed a child immediately and then decided to fake their own child’s death to get away with it, and then confessed their sins to a bilingual angel and built a farm and then he buried himself beneath an improvised cross and went into a coma until his sins were forgiven, or something, except his sins weren’t forgiven in time to save his own child’s life.

And then Juanaflippa was dead. Dead at Mariana’s hand.

His bitch wife killed their daughter.

(Everything went faster, after that.)

Slime wanted to kill him.

Slime wanted to kill him for killing their fucking daughter, but of course, Mariana couldn’t even be bothered to be around to take care of her alive, never mind to pay for his crimes when she died by his hand!

(in a better world, his rage started and ended there. in a better world, the anger fizzled out with the lack of a target.

this was not that world)

There couldn’t be an Egg Event with no eggs.

If he killed them all, it would bring her back.

(in a worse world, he succeeded. in a worse world, the Egg Event ended there.

this was not that world)

They held a trial.

If he won, it would bring her back.

(in another world, he didn’t convince them. in another world, they left his daughter in Hell.

this was not that world)

Tilín was still before she hit the ground.

Tilín didn’t scream. Maybe they didn’t have time. It happened so fast. He was sure it happened fast. Almost too fast. But everything went so fast, now, even though Flippa was back. Yet, time slowed down for this, like a rubberneck driving past a highway accident, watching him desperately trying to shock their heart back into motion.

“YOU KILL MY BEST FRIENDS,” Flippa wrote. He begged her to understand. She wrote, “i can’t believe it.”

She wrote, “I HATE YOU.”

(in a better world, the error would have been caught in April instead of July.

this was not that world)

His daughter fell to his bitch wife’s sword. The same way. The next day.

They’d only just gotten her back. And Mariana killed her again.

He only left eggxile for the funeral. She wouldn’t stay dead, but he had to be there.

Time went even faster after that. He was Gegg, or maybe Gegg was him, or maybe Gegg was Gegg, or maybe. . . ?

He went back to eggxile.

He wasn’t leaving without them. Tilín. Juanaflippa. He would do whatever was necessary. He would pray to any higher power. Lil J still owed him a goddamn favor, but the guy wouldn’t pick up his calls. Maybe if he put more shit in the shrine; angels liked shiny shit, didn’t they? He went back to the mine, where the gasses swirled in his head. He built the shrine. He mined. He built the shrine.

He went back to the mine.

He went back to the mine.

He went back to the mine.

“This is where I sit, this is where my bitch wife sits, and this is where my daughter sits, if I had one!”

He’d said that before. No he hadn’t. Yes he had.

No, he just needed to clear his head.

Charlie Slimecicle went back to the mine.

Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.

[adarkrainbow]

Fairytales 0%

So... a long time ago I made on my old DA account a post titled “fairytales 0%” and while I do not like this title I will still use it to report my thoughts here. Because the idea behind this post was to find, among the numerous movies and cartoons that were just adaptations of fairytales, some that felt like a fairytale, were fairytales, and yet were not adaptations of any existing story or based on any existing story. Brand new fairytales, and yet with “0%” old fairytale in it. I know the title is unclear and quite a stretch, and I am not pleased with it, but I’ll stick to it for now... And so here is the list of four works I listed that for me are those “brand new visual fairytales”, those “fairytales 0%”. There are much more - but those were the four ones I could think of at the time.

1) Over the Garden Wall

An animated mini-series that aired in November 2014. The story of two half-brothers, the young, childish and naive Gregory alongside the older, more reasonable and sensible Wirt, as they try to find their way home ; for they are lost in a strange and magical forest known as “The Unknown”.

This piece of work is already cult. If you did not heard of it before, you must have heard of its creator - Patrick McHale, the man who was behind Adventure Time.

The first (and the second) time I watched Over the Garden Wall in its entirety, and this is true,, I felt the exact same feeling, the exact same sensation, as I felt upon hearing or seeing fairytales when I was younger. The EXACT same feeling - I literaly said upon watching the last episodes “I feel like I am discovering a new fairytale”. This mini-series is a masterpiece, a beautiful modern fairytale.

It takes back a lot of the codes and tropes of the fairytale genre: two siblings lost in the woods, who meet strange people, talking animals and witches ; undergoing a personal journey while being stalked by a monstrous entity ; and through their adventures learning not to trust appearances... But it truly seeks to build its own, unique story and identity. It notably does that by drawing upon all sorts of “old-timey” references and homages to the American “childhood culture” - from the early cartoons of the 20th century to the Wizard-of-Oz-like literature... And the cast! From Elijah Wood passing by John Cleese, without forgetting Tim Curry, so many famous voices!

Over the Garden Wall is one of those things you need to see once in your life.

2) Valerie and Her Week of Wonders

A Czech movie released in 1970, whose surrealist tone keeps oscillating between the fantasy and the horror - at least, that’s how it is officially described.

Valerie and Her Week of Wonders was a succesful and beautiful attempt at creating a modern fairytale. A young teenage girl, Valerie, lives a seemingly normal life in a remote Czech village. One day she pricks her finger, drawing a few drops of blood on flowers below, and her pearl earrings are stolen. From there starts a strange series of events that turn the story into a dream-like phantasmagoria...

Just like with Over the Garden Wall, Valerie and Her Week of Wonders reuse many codes, tropes and archetypes of fairytales while building its own unique story where the marvelous and the realist entwine. A wicked family member turning against the heroine... there is a male monster lurking around a sweet and innocent young girl, not an ogre or a wolf but here a vampire... Said young girl has to grow up through a series of strange events symbolizing other forms of maturity... A long lost brother put under a spell that needs to be rescued...

However there is one major difference with Over the Garden Wall: OTGW puts a distance with its own weirdness, playing consciously on the strangeness of the fairytale world. VAHWOW rather embraces the fantastical and oniric tones of the story, recreating in a straigth way all the marvels and grotesques of fairytales - which as a result makes one feel like this movie is a literal adaptation of an already existing fairytale... when it is not. 

A really beautiful and soothing movie.

3) Pan’s Labyrinth

A Spanish fantasy movie by Guillermo del Toro, released in 2006. 

Pan’s Labyrnth is always at the top of the lists of “modern fairytale movies”, and for good measure. You might know Guillermo del Toro as the amazing mind behind works such as the first two Hellboy movies, The Shape of Water, Crimson Peak, The Devil’s Backbone, Mimic or Cronos.

Pan’s Labyrinth tells the story of young Ofelia, a little girl living in 1944 Spain and whose pregnant mother just married Captain Vidal, a member of Franco’s fascist regime. Ofelia tries to adapt to her new life and father, but in the process discovers in the ruins of a labyrinth an old faun - who tells her that she is the long-lost princess of a fairy kingdom! To regain her throne and find back her real parents, she needs to undergo three trials... 

The movie is split in two: on one side, the real world, dealing with the horrors of war. A story of fascists and resistants, as well as the story of Ofelia’s new life and of the pregnancy of her mother - a historical piece. On the other side, the fairy world, with its magic, wonders and terrors. The two were designed to reflect each other in the typical theme of “the fairytale tale (or the imaginary world) is a reflection of reality”. In fact, Guillermo del Toro gave this trope a renewed popularity specifically thanks to this marvelous movie.

However, be prepared: this is not a children movie. It is an adult movie, it is a war movie, it is filled with violence and sadness - and it mostly seeks to adapt the darkest and most disturbing aspects of the fairytale world, relying on the “original” conception of fairies and nature spirits as dangerous creatures of the night. It stays however a very touching and powerful movie, with beautiful visuals. You’ll find in there a set of three trials, nods to The Devil’s Three Golden Hair, an amazing reinterpretation of the Ogre, beautiful shots of woods, and a strong system of symbolism perfect for this adult, mature, serious fairytale.

Beware: fragile souls should probably avoid it.

4) Spirited Away

Let’s get out of the darkness for a more child-like movie.

All the classic movies of Studio Ghibli can be considered fairytales of some sort, since they all share this particularity “fairytale” quality to them - which does make sense given most of them are actually adaptations of fantasy books. But the most obviously “fairytale-y” of them all is not a book adaptation: it is the movie “Spirited Away”.

A young girl moves to a new town with her family. Her parents lead her to what they believe to be some sort of abandoned amusement park, but as it turns out it is a bathhouse for the yokai (Japanese folkloric creatures). The food there turns the girl’s parents into pigs, and she needs to hide herself from the various spirits inhabiting the place. With the help of a mysterious young boy, she will be hired by the wicked witch ruling over this strange place - starts a quest for her to save herself and her parents, while solving the mystery of the strange young boy’s identity... 

Created by the famous Hayao Miyazaki and released in 2001, Spirited Away is another one of those “modern fairytales” movie, and the interesting thing here is that it is based on actual Japanese folklore and Japanese fairytales - the monsters and supernatural entites seen throughout this movie being lifted out of Japanese legends. It still keeps however several nods to Western fantasy works, most notably Alice in Wonderland. And above all, we find here the universal fairytale tropes and ideas: the topic of food and eating, a young girl lost in a strange world where magic is behind every corner, a wicked witch, small friendly helpers, a story about making deals and overcoming trials to save a loved one ; a story filled with transformations, cruses and secret identities... 

And there is no need to say how beautiful this movie is - as with all the great Ghibli Studio movies.

[sparrow-orion-writes]

Aaand last but not least :0

3.3 "The prince whose blood runs with the enemy."

As always feel free to change it ignore any you don't like XD

~ M <3

A halo made of sunlight and blood tangled the once-blonde curls that were now heavy with mud. Angelic in the moment, his weak body hunched forward with the force of power only gods could have, the forest's prince leaned his hands on the insides of the former king. A hiss caught the underside of his teeth, which held strands of viscera that fell flat - with a wet thud - to the floor. He slumped to the ground, exhausted, nails clutching flesh and skin marked with the blood of his kill. Around him, others gathered, silent and mourning the wonder he'd once possessed. They daren't touch him, for the sky had already blessed him, and he ran violent as the storms itself with electricity. "No more," he whispered weakly - perhaps with relief, perhaps with anguish. His small body was broken in many places. His stomach had already forgiven its contents. He sat in the water and mud and filth of the man he'd slain and placed a hand on the ground. "Life," he pleaded "...this place needs life." The dirt grew green at the touch of his blood. Where his tears fell, the ground began to sink and form a small spring. This relieved him, in all the chaos of the battle. "Never again," the prince demanded of life, of the forest, of the fabric of reality itself. "I refuse." His words set alight and were carried by a whirlwind into the laws of fate itself. The grey clouds swallowed up the rain and sank - taking with it, the last of the darkness. And in its wake, the rays of sunlight revealed to them the living, breathing forest to which they all belonged. And with it, its champion, the once-prince, and now king. "Tulip," it whispered.

[crimsonblackrose]

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The pit is full of so many different types of snakes. Like it's not just 'cobras'. Which makes you wonder why he named his dojo cobra kai. (Also half of these snakes look like pet snakes) One even falls off the edge and lands on the others.

Johnny's turn to kick open a door. And his second time finding someone whose being a dick to him training his son.

Kreese "what took you so long" assuming Johnny's coming back. Not pissed because he's probably not aware that his students broke in and attacked people at the LaRusso home.

Three generations of Cobra Kai. Kreese literally thinks he's a grandpa.

Kreese's second: This is your last chance Johnny, really.

Robby saying: Listen to him dad not knowing what's going on

This is literally what Kreese tried on Miguel. To tell him that Johnny was just a little lost and together they'd help him.

Robby: Why are my dad's always fighting?

Also to Robby it totally looks like Johnny just came in here and starting beating up an old war veteran. Robby has 0 context and this is the only guy who has ever said anything positive about Johnny, so he's probably so lost and confused and upset. I mean sometimes Daniel would say something but he nearly always changed his tune.

Confirmation that Kreese has nunchucks on the walls. Johnny grabs a single Sai.

Because of Robby's don't do it, Johnny drops the sai.

I feel like Johnny should've tried to warn Robby, after Kreese started mentioning how messed up it was that Robby was studying under Daniel. Like Robby knew about Daniel but nothing about Kreese.

This is pretty much what William Zabka's character Scott McCall says to his father in the Equalizer, which has got to be weird being on the receiving end of similar lines.

Sensei Kreese is right. I can't be my own worst enemy. But you can be.

Robby literally decides to fight Johnny and Johnny is pretty much just block and telling him to stop it. But Robby's had it so rough and is so confused and doesn't know the context other than every time he finds a home and a new father figure his old father figure shows up and tries to fight his adopted one.

Johnny's making this look easy. Literally just lifting up his foot and stepping out of the way. "I won't fight you"

Robby calls Johnny weak and Johnny looks so tired.

Who put those metal lockers there? It's as bad as the damn rock. That was a total accident. Adding it to the list of accidents that caused the absolute worst results. Robby even makes a soft little cry/sob when he hits it.

Johnny immediately rushes to his side trying to get his attention and apologizing.

I think Johnny's internal count down of "I didn't fuck up" had been growing and he'd been so proud because of what Ali said and it literally just restarted at 0.

The captain says Kreese couldn't shed his humanity and it distracted him from the war. I feel like what they're trying to do with this is Kreese accidentally killed a fellow soldier, had to kill his captain and he's been trying to make up for it ever since by trying to instill that cold the world is war mindset of his captain because he failed once. And he'll never do that again.

He grabs a piece of bamboo from the bridge he's on and stabs his captain in the leg with it. His captain ends up holding onto the edge of the bridge after a few punches and kicks.

Kreese in present day grabs a sai, pulls Johnny away from Robby who has a bit of blood on his forehead but for a headwound not much blood and just seems to be unconscious.

Kreese stomps on his captains feet after they've been saved, dropping him into the snake bit to be killed by the fall and the snakes.

Johnny kicks the sai out of Kreese's hand but Kreese gets Johnny in a headlock again.

Daniel kicks Kreese off of Johnny. "You sent them to my house? You came after my daughter?"

I hate to say this but I don't know if Kreese actually sent them to Daniel's house, or how they would've known they were all there. As much as I love Daniel kicking Kreese's ass and saving Johnny.

Daniel spotting Robby knocked out in the corner.

You can't keep up this defense only shit forever. | Good thing I don't have to.

YESSSSSSS

LOL Kreese just picking Daniel up and running through the frosted front glass windows.

Like Kreese why would you destroy your own windows?

Also this means Kreese is barefoot on the cement surrounded by glass.

It's raining again, it rained when they went to try and pick up Robby from juvie.

Daniel kicking Kreese's ass, seeing Johnny, looking surprised and Johnny nodding to him. Like yes, go ahead and take him out.

Cockblocked from murder by their kids take 2 this time Miguel and Sam.

Daniel in white, Johnny in black. Keep your cobra kai's away from our kids.

Miguel checking in on Johnny and asking if he's okay. 🥺

Even though I'm pretty sure Johnny's covered in the least amount of blood.

Robby directs his get out of her initially at Daniel even though Daniel wasn't there when he got knocked out. and the all of you at literally everyone else.

Really Robby's got some thick skin, his forehead gash should be much worse, that's like a scratch. And he was just knocked out a little longer than his father.

Kreese literally saying Son to Robby while staring Johnny down.

Kreese releases all the prisoners and they all run for freedom except for Silver who stops and hugs him.

You think Kreese has ever hugged anyone other than Silver since Betsy died?

I owe you man. You saved my ass. Anything you need...I'm there for you. Your whole life. You hear me Johnny? Your whole life! I owe you (unbeknownst the messy bff break up coming up in a few seasons 🤣)

Side note, do you think Silver grew out his hair and kept it in a ponytail out of guilt for their other friend who died?

Another hug after that declaration

He's smiling when he says this, which makes it sound like Silver answered but when we see Silver he's ignoring his calls and dramatically playing piano in a fancy robe.

oh i forgot they ended the season with the merge

Also this is Daniel's first time wearing his hachimaki from Mr. Miyagi in the series.

Wait a second

Aren't the two tall guys in the shade Cobra Kai's? Where's your other fighters? Though I see the shorter red is back. There he is

He was hiding behind Sm, the kid who took a vase to the head and tried to save her from Tory or slow Tory down.

Literally all the students are happy and smiling as the Eagle Fangs join them in the worst dojo yard ever, finding their ways next to their friends.

Mitch eventually re-betraying Chris kinda makes this hurt.

This season finale was so satisfying. Because Johnny and Daniel working together, realizing they needed to work together, that they had more in common then differences, and merging their dojo's was like what it'd been building up towards.

I still love it. Even though I know they become dumbasses again as soon as the next season starts.

[thevindicativevordan]

So, it seems like I Am Batman is officially ending in February, and with that all of Future State characters lost their ongoings. Of course there's a chance that they still have something for this characters, but so far everything indicates that DC gave up on FS characters at all. How do you think, what's the reason of this outcome? Was there a chance for these characters? Do you think DC didn't try harder to push them? Or it's because fanbase still hates everything new?

Love to pretend I saw it coming, but just the other day I predicted Ridley would get to keep writing the book until issue 25 given how DC seemed to value him, so much for my prediction skills. Well that's a wrap for the Future State crew unless some kind of Justice League book starring them is in the works, and given that the solicits for Nightwing are setting up the Titans as the premiere team for a bit, complete with teasing Jon joining them instead of the Justice League, I don't think that Legacy League book is happening (or at the very least it won't be what I expected/hoped it to be). Only part of Future State that may still be relevant is PKJ's House of El cast, everything else is clearly not going to play a major role in what's to come.

Why is DC backing away from them? 5G got scrapped because the higher-ups at WB no longer supported the shakeup apparently, their attempt to position the classics and the Future State crew as equals during Infinite Frontier flopped, and the film DCU seems poised to refocus on the classics again, meaning that the comics are doing likewise. Sales and synergy are conspiring to reestablish the status quo once more.

DC pushed them all hard, I don't see what more could have been done without actually carrying through on 5G, short of maybe giving Jace Detective Comics the way Jon took over Superman for a bit, and making Yara Wonder Woman. Jon, Jace, Yara, Jo, and Jackson all got lead roles in major books, either as solos or as part of a duo. It is surprising that they completely abandoned Jess Quick, that tease about Jess travelling to Earth 0 has been dropped for certain (along with a whole bunch of other plot threads like "Earth-Alpha"). All Jess got was that Teen Justice book and since I don't see anyone talking about that I can only assume it's a sales flop, which means they're never going to matter again. Majority of the fanbase and the people working at DC do not care about the non-Earth 0 characters, they're event fodder or cameos at best, Jess being left on Earth 11 is the end for their relevance.

The already established fanbase was never going to embrace these characters "cutting in line" to take over the major roles instead of the previous generation who had been built up. Hope was that all the people demanding diversity wasn't just a tiny crowd on Twitter amplified by an echo chamber, but people who were actually eager to buy books featuring said diversity. Those people were supposed to show up and support the books but they didn't. Biggest breakout books of Infinite Frontier were Nightwing, Action Comics, and Wally West's return to headlining The Flash, all three books starring straight white men. Of the FS crew the biggest success was Jon, the most traditional of the legacies bisexuality aside, whose book last I checked was the only one of the group still in the Top 100 chart. Jace did the second best with his book outlasting Jon, despite his sales being worse. Jackson was a total failure, his books completely flopped, with Aquamen debuting outside the Top 100. Aquafans had no interest in him taking on the mantle. Jo was paired with John and that Green Lantern book didn't sell great but it was comparable to Morrison's run with Hal from what I understand. Yara debuted strong but the mess behind the scenes ended up killing her book. Alas none of them succeeded the way DC was hoping.

What's the future for this group?

Jon will be fine. He's the blood son and natural successor to Clark, he's already getting adapted outside of comics, hell if they're really pivoting back to Cavill for the DCU, I expect Jon will be the one who replaces him in the films. He's the only one thus far who will be getting a solo book in Dawn of DCU, albeit a mini, he's in the Lazarus Planet event, two of the stories in Action will star him, and I'm hoping Taylor is just wrapping up his era on the character before handing him over to someone else while he goes and does Titans. DC won't be taking away the Superman mantle from their bisexual Superman, although if they did I confess at this point I wouldn't even care unless they're planning on taking him away from Taylor. There's still a chance to salvage Jon with a new creative team.

Jace might be ok due to DC fearing backlash over killing off/stripping the mantle from their black Batman, but I don't know if most people would even care. How aware are people that Jace even exists at this point? What hurt Jace, besides the fact that there are at least 3 other people "in front of him" in terms of succession, is that there already is a "black Batman": Black Panther. He's the same kind of archetype, but T'Challa was in a billion dollar movie that doubled as a cultural phenomena and unlike Jace he was the lead of his franchise. Jace will never be that, wouldn't have been that even if 5G had happened. Ridley's writing probably did turn some people away as well, but I view Ridley's time on the character the same as the Golden Age Batman: the bricks are laid but the house isn't done being built yet. I hope Jace will get that chance to be "finished", the way Bruce ultimately was with Moore and Miller. With no real chance of him being adapted outside of comics any time soon, I fully expect he will slip into Limbo, unless he's getting a follow-up mini or appearing in a team book like Jon.

Yara is Wonder Girl so that's what she'll stay. She'll be Diana's sidekick and play support. If DC doesn't think she can work on her own, might I suggest relaunching Superman/Wonder Woman as a Jon/Yara book yet again? I liked her and Jon's dynamic in Future State, and I love the idea that Jon is closer to his Wonder counterpart in the Trinity than his dad was to Diana. Please don't abandon Yara because I really do love her as a character.

Jackson/Kaldur should be fine, he's the most prominent member of the Aquafamily aside from Arthur and Mera thanks to Young Justice, but he is definitely not lead material. Least not at the moment, Arthur is the only Aquaman who can support a solo book, leave Jackson as a supporting character to Arthur for now and keep building him up. Maybe one day he can support holding the mantle of Aquaman.

Jess as I said is done. Didn't even get a book, not on Earth 0, and the Flash Family is already huge. Don't hold your breath waiting for them to show up again. Wally and Wallace are the only ones who will ever be the main Flash other than Barry.

Jo will join Simon and Kyle in the "cameos every now and then to remind you they exist but never gets another solo" category unless the trade sales of Far Sector are bigger than I am aware of. Hal and John remain the main Lanterns and that's not changing in the wake of the GL show getting reworked to star John, John being the Tomorrowverse Lantern, and John being in the Suicide Squad game while Hal gets to keep being the Lantern for the Injustice series.

Sucks that this crew is probably going to go the way of the Bloodlines heroes where there's one standout that everyone remembers (Jon/Hitman) and everyone else gets unceremoniously dropped and forgotten. My prediction skills have already been proven wrong once when it comes to these characters futures, maybe I'll get lucky and be wrong again like I want to be this time.

[asknarashikari]

Canalo: *moping at failure after failure* I can never get a wife.

Oto and Me: He's still moping?

Ui: Yes. And depress.

Oto: Also, thanks for dropping off the supplies for both tribes.

Me: No problem. Maybe I should help him get some therapy. I can get him the best one.

Ui: It won't work if it's a woman therapist. 😑😒

Me: Oh. Yeeeaah... Nevermind. Maybe I can consul him.

Me: *goes to sit next to him* Can't get a wife, huh?

Canalo: Yes.

Me: I can help you find one but under one condition... you have to stop love bombing right away. They'll think it's a scam or something bad. That's a big red flag. You got to build that relationship. Starting from 0.

Ui: See! Even he agrees about the scams.

Oto: *nods in agreement*

Canalo: Okay.

Me: Let's start with a trial first before testing out on something real.

Much later.

Oto: I've never thought I would see this day happen.

Ui: I think he got it wrong.

Me: We'll it wasn't working for the most part until... he just comes up to me crying and out of nowhere just starting kissing me instead. Then starter calling me daddy...

Oto: So onii-san, you like men now.

Canalo: Yes. I never knew how wonderful his kisses were. Also, I'm officially part of his harem and change some things.

Oto and Ui: Okay.

Canalo: Also... Says hi to your aunties.

Both gals: Kids! 4 kids already!

Me and Canalo: Yes. 3 boys and 1 girl.

Canalo: Having godly blood running through their veins surely will give them even more legitimacy to our Sea tribe.

Oto: I... oh, now I know what he meant by change... he turned my brother into-

Eldest son: You're really pretty.

Ui: Aww... All of them are cute.

Oto: *sighs* Give me the youngest one.

Me: *hands over the youngest boy* He's still a baby that's knows how to crawl.

Oto: Whose a cute little baby boy? You are.

Canalo: We're planning to have more.

Me: No we're not.

Oto and Ui: There's something you don't see every day.

Canalo: Oh yes, we are...

Much much later.

Canalo: That's why I kind of succeeded. Daddy here really loves me.

Me: 3 more kids. *feeling defeated*

Canalo: My plan was to have 8 to add to our 4 already. So that will be 12. But we compromised and only got 3 more.

The remaining Ryusoulgers reaction?

....Jesus, you just collect consorts don't you

As for the other Ryusoulgers... uh, I guess they'd be happy for Canalo not having to harass women just to repopulate the Sea Ryusoul tribe? It's one less problem to deal with lol

Now they just have to worry about Oto coming onto Melto...

[boyfhee]

hmm, jay fic?? write it and you shall submit. i will be waiting for it, hehe. even i want to start a writing account for enha but i dont know what to post first T_T i have a text au and a headcanon, tell me which one should i post first :0

hope your bro does well in his 10th ✌🏼 tell him to not waste these next months, but hasnt the difficulty level for 10th graders decreased too?? i hate this education system. for us, 70% of syllabus was removed and people say you guys didn't write the exams 😭

hanuman chalisa haha, even if i have god by my side. i would be scared too. lmao how can a jaw chase her... noo that is so funny 😂 i mean i cant handle the smell of rotten food and what would i or you do with cadaver 🥲 i dont know. i regret everyday that why i havent chosen bipc 😔

i know apathorax from arjun reddy movie 😶 is it what it is?? help i dont even remember. isnt it beside the chest of a human?? the flesh part?? tell me tell me. well i havent been interested into coding but i need to start to learn how to code.

since you said you have coded, tell me the basic coding languages i need to know + how your teachers taught you caelin! i badly want tips to learn. like i have so many reels saved on my ig about coding + tips

same pinch, but i have been stanning them since on era and i think i was a hardcore fan until they dropped butter. i lost interest because same, their music started to change and started concentrating on the west. soo, i used to love the old bts caelin :(

hell no!!! when i used to watch yuzuru hanyu skating videos, i got into figure skating and then random videos used to pop up, even i used to know sunghoon before he debuted 🥲 i didnt watch like all of his performances but watched the best ones in his career ^^ he grew up so well.

yup!!! when fever was dropped, engenes knew it was a banger. damn it everyone on twitter asked whose song was this and engenes were like, huhu its enhypen \(^_^)/ hooray hahga. even i agree with you fever was and is the best bside i have ever heard from them.

this already long so i will continue in the next ask :3

— lover club anon <33

jay fic was posted, i hope it reached you well ^^ also, good luck with starting a writing account omg .. you can start with texts since they are a quick read and attract more audience !!! however, headcanons aren't bad either ... it really is your choice :O

i will tell him to do well in 10th, although he wastes all his time playing valo / forza horizon TT i don't know how easy or difficult the school exams have gotten, i've been so out of the loop ever since i graduated >< hope your sister does well too in boards ^_^

and omg bipc is fun but i'm sure pcm is just as interesting :O you have a fear of blood and needles so maybe you weren't meant for the OT but rather for doing other big things in like ... let's be positive !!! also, i think you mean apothorax ?? it's part of thorax containing heart and lungs ^^ i was studying about mediastinum today .. it's too much to take in. there's so much information and so little space in my brain .. sometimes i wonder if i will be able to remember all the things _ _;

also, i studied coding in highschool so i don't know how helpful my tips will be for college since you're definitely going to learn much much more there :O i think html css is basic and important ( for example, tumblr's who website theme and post format is based on html css ) javascript, python are important too since they're in demand. i'm afraid we didn't learn a lot in school except what was in theory .. didn't have many lab sessions and the most we did was python and html css since that was the main focus ( i hate python like whatever the hell that is ... )

i also started with hanyu !!! and then came across cha junhwan, yuna kim, ilia malinin and all though the international tournaments and all. i remember being so interested in fs, i watched the 4cc tournaments during classes TT i actually came across sunghoon through junhwan, watched his videos and then moved on like .. i didn't see him at the competitions so i thought he quit :O never looked him up for me to know he was a trainee / idol

AND YEAH fever is truly the queen, i can never get tired of it. border : carnival in itself is an amazing album. what's your fav album of them so far? fav b-side and title tracks? i need to know ><

[tempenensis]

Chapter 178

Another amazing chapter! I really love how Gege draws the battle scene in his manga. And that last page!! 

First of all, we finally got bits about what actually Rika is. So “Rika” is indeed different from Orimoto Rika. “Rika” is his curse technique, something like shikigami, but it’s clearly different from common shikigami. 

The amazing thing is he seems to be able to “store” the technique that he had copied before, like computer memory. 

The way Rika just simply deflect Ishigoori’s beam using one hand is just amazing. How hard is Rika’s skin omg 

Uro’s motivation of proving herself is certainly impressive. As someone who used to live as a “tool”, she probably want to prove her own existence.  

Again with the Toh. It’s better to keep it as Fujiwara or Toushi to avoid confusion actually. 

So she used to have no name. Interesting. I wonder if the name she was given was this “Uro Takako” or another. Maybe she had changed her name before to the current one since it was a name that was given by someone that she hates.

I don’t know if this is the right translation, might check the raw later because it seems like Okkotsu acknowledging Fujiwara as his ancestor, whereas Vol. 0 mentions that his ancestor is Sugawara no Michizane, who had bad blood with Toh or Fujiwara. 

Damn. Yuuta just keeps saying all the wrong things to her and just inadvertently make her angry.

And this spread is amazing!

Continuing with the tradition of domain expansion hand sign being shirushi, here’s what a quick lookup resulted in, but I might also be wrong in these:

Yuuta’s hand sign is associated with Dakini, a kind of female demon from Hinduism and Buddhism. It’s reflecting his connection to Rika. 

Uro’s hand sign is associated with Kundali, a wrathful deity and one of the Five Great Myou-ou. Amritakundali is a nectar that grants immortality.

And lastly, Ishigoori’s hand sign is similar to shirushi associated with deity Mahamayuri, whose name means “great peacock”. Mahamayuri represents virtues that benefit sentient beings as peacock often seen eating deadly venomous snake.