#18 million!!!!

[egophiliac]

Tl;Dr - I stopped playing the game but I like the characters and I wanna draw them but idk if the wiki I use is up to date for cards

Do u know any wikis that have up to date cards for all the twst characters-

Asking specifically bc of Malleus cause I can't tell anymore if he has any more new cards bc HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A 100 DISNEY ANIVERSARY CARD IN THE WIKI I USE 😭

Like compared to everyone else in Disanomia, he has 12 cards (in the wiki I use) and then Lilia has 17 cards 💀

Cause I think Malleus has a Bean's Day card as well, but that could just be a fanmade one, I don't have JP twst nor ENG twst anymore so I can't confirm it myself urhghrhevw 🫠

Malleus doesn't have a Beans Day card, so that would've been fanmade! and the 100 anniversary cards are actually the new round of birthday cards, so most of the characters don't have 'em yet -- Malleus should be getting his in a couple of days, when his birthday event starts! oh god my keeeeeys

I think the wiki.gg stays pretty up to date? it looks to me like they have everything that's currently up through JP, at least. :O I did go through and do a quick count just because I couldn't believe Malleus only had 12 cards, but. he really does have the least...defeated only by Silver with 13...astonishing. we need his gargoyle club wear immediately.

[determunition]

i took the switcheroo week as an excuse to finally try my hand at some scrybeswap designs! got a bit carried away as you can see, i love doing character design so much

decided to keep their species/major design elements fairly consistent (e.g. grimora's makeup, mag being vague and indistinct, leshy having nonhuman legs, p03 only having one arm) while still switching up their aesthetics as needed; super happy with all of these as a result!

design notes for each scrybe under the cut! def open to any further questions or curiosities, i always think way too hard about characters while designing them lmao

P03:

scrybe of the dead: i went for a possessed tv vibe; he's still mechanical but those bones do have a living soul trapped in them...also shoutout to @squid-hug for suggesting the x-ray machine, i was very tickled by that lmao

scrybe of beasts: overgrown old bot was kind of a given for this one, but i was also thinking that the plants are part of what's keeping him running somehow

scrybe of magicks: the magic eye is the core powering that top monitor, and the two side monitors display what he's seeing with that eye at any given time

grimora:

scrybe of beasts: she's a witch! like a chill terry pratchett kind of witch, she works with a lot of herbs and such; also her makeup is meant to mimic blood drops

scrybe of magicks: magick grimora is more of a warlock type, her magic is a lot more sinister and she almost never opens her eyes (whereas her third eye is basically always open)

scrybe of tech: tech grimora is kind of a wacky machinist-flavored dr. frankenstein; she inscribes by writing on circuitboards!

leshy:

scrybe of the dead: this leshy is a gargoyle/vampire hybrid! i thought a mirror would be fun for him bc you can get two different cultural refs; medusa (bc stone gargoyle), and the idea that vampires don't appear in mirrors!

scrybe of magicks: i decided to make him a bird guy (kinda harpy-esque) bc he's basically a more whimsical baba yaga hermit; the baba yaga thing carries over from slavic folklore obvs. also he has polycoria!

scrybe of tech: tech leshy was super fun, bc he's steampunk! rather than animal legs i gave him digitigrade robot legs, but other than that he's the most like, normal human guy here probably lmao; despite his well-adjusted appearance though i still think he's got a bit of freaky wonk in him

magnificus:

scrybe of the dead: this one was very ring-inspired lol, got those clump of hair you found in the shower drain vibes

scrybe of beasts: bush magnificus real! i think he'd be a bit more quirky trickster fae in this form

scrybe of tech: one of my favorites; tech mag is an emaciated cyborg draped in so many loose cords and wires that you can't tell what he looks like anymore. a lot of those cords are connected to him, and he plugs them in wherever as needed! he also has a drawing stylus, making him just an average art student tbh lmao

[dykelectric]

Ryan Ross of Panic! At the Disco, live in Denver (July 22, 2006)

[atlanticsea]

soldier/poet/king - patrick/tashi/art

based on that one quiz i made four years ago. if you're interested, you can click here to read all my thoughts on art being the most king to ever king, tashi being a poet with a strong soldier streak despite contradictory results, and patrick being a self-destructive soldier.

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

*Ages of this post based on information from Jason and Tim's original runs in the 80s, as im still in the process of reading the comics and I respect original runs more anyway

Jason was 12 (pre-crisis, not contradicted) when Bruce adopted him at some point after Dick left, and Dick had left Wayne Manor for about 2 years by the time Jason died (Batman #436) making Jason 14 at death, to turn 15 that year if his birthday is August 16th

Tim is 13 when he introduces himself after Jason's death (Batman #441)

They have like, a 1-2 year age difference

Jason returns to life 6 months after his death, spends 1 year in the hospital, then 1 year on the streets before someone recognizes him as Robin, then 1 year with the league of assassin's before being thrown into the pit (Batman Annual #25)

A total of 3 years with Jason running on just instinct and muscle memory before being healed by the pit

Therefore, Jason, while physically older, is largely missing 3 years of his life

Jason is younger than Tim

Thank you coming to my ted talk

(Dont take this seriously please bcksbdjsnks)

[chiixcat]

Hey so like when Wei Wuxian got thrown into the Burial Mounds did he have to resort to cannibalism?

Like the BM only became livable a while after that when he created the Wen settlements, but he was supposed to be as good as dead when he was thrown in there.

So did he somehow manage to acquire edible food, or maybe he went to the nearby town and it's just not mentioned? There was no mention of him being able to practice inedia at that point in his life either soooo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Water is another thing that I'm happy to hear takes on in the tags btw I'm genuinely curious about this and would love to talk about it!

[warmsol]

lmfao kai wishes this was his real household

[ilyhaitanii]

your thoughts on manila mikey 😵‍💫

kei…oh my god u are going to have to RESTRAIN ME. dont ever let me speak abt any mikey. anyways u ask and u receive my love <3

mikey is..different. when everyone had lost him, when he had disappeared he still kept you at his side. he treated you the same as always, though that sparkle in his eyes when he looked at you was dimmer. his love for you was still the same, he was still mikey— your manjiro.

the two of you share a small flat— nothing major, just a mattress, a table, couch, tv, and a small pot plant in the corner near the door. manjiro’s sitting outside on the concrete balcony. he sits in the cold ground, the gloomy weather aiding his bad mood.

groggily, you crawl out of bed, the blanket still around your shoulders dragging behind you. you make your way over to him. you stand behind him, adjusting the blanket to drape around his shoulders.

he’s adapted a new habit of drinking black tea in the mornings. very unlike him considering he enjoys the sweet things in life, but the taste of the tea on his tongue allows his brain to settle down from all of his disgusting thoughts as it occupies itself with the disgusting taste of it.

“jiro,” your morning voice rings in his ears as his attention is now focused on you, not the waves of the sea in front of him. “come inside. it’s too cold,” a soft pout on your lips makes his lips curl every so slightly. wordlessly, with your hand in his, you drag him inside and back to the comfort of your queen sized mattress.

manjiro lays on his back, arm around your shoulders. he pulls you close to him, his cold fingertips leaving goosebumps in its tracks.

“stop,” you whine, pawing his fingers off of you. you move away from him, yet keep your legs draped over his hip. “you’re too cold,” his reply is almost instant,

“warm me up then?” the slight raise of his eyebrow, makes your heart flutter. he says these things so easily. you turn to face him, his hands cupping your chin. his thumb taps your bottom lip and your mouth opens for him. he slips his finger inside your mouth as your eyes flutter shut.

majiro feels himself twitching in his pants. he feels bad for this, he feels bad for keeping you with him. if not for you, manjiro’s pretty sure he would’ve been gone by now. you keep him tame, keep him somewhat grounded. you make his life worth living even if everything else has gone to shit.

some drool drips down the sides of your mouth. manjiro slips his leg between yours, allowing you to ride his thigh. it elevates some of the tension in your body. you pant around his fingers. that hazy look in your eyes makes him smile a little more,

“good girl,” manjiro’s other hand digs into your hip, pulling you further onto his lap. he leaves bites and small hickeys across your chest and neck as his fingers dip under your shirt. “no panties? you’re such a slut, jeez…” his voice sounds annoyed, but manjiro is salivating at the thought of you sleeping beside him without underwear. how did he not notice this sooner?

his thumb rubs up and down your slit, catching onto your clit. you lazily shudder in his hold, eyes threatening to close. he can feel the heat radiating from your pussy as it drips onto his fingertips.

“tell me what you want, baby. come on,” he coos at you as he watches you bounce on his fingers. you mewl into his neck, trying your best to move your hips up and down, but it’s so early and you’re so tired.

“please…please, jiro,” you meekly reply to him, brows furrowing at the effort you’re putting in. he thumb catches onto your clit, rubbing little hearts into it.

“you’re awfully lazy for such a needy thing,” he replies back in a flat tone, watching your tits bounce in front of him. you dig your nails into his shirt, balling them in your fist. his fingers brush over your most sensitive spot and you yelp as he curls them into it. your vision is blurring, spots of white are seen in the darkness behind your lids.

“jiro,” you whine, much louder this time. “i need you, please,” the high pitches whiny tones have him biting into your shoulder. you clench hard around his fingers as him palm is soaked.

“come on, baby. you can cum for me, yeah?” and just like that, you’re gone. you clench so hard around his fingers, gushing around them. he watches as your stomach contracts and your thighs tremble around him.

you lay limp against him, dripping onto his lap. your head rests against his shoulder as you almost fall asleep. that is until you feel his cock pressing against your hole. you jolt awake, hands on his shoulders, gasping.

“i think im cold here too, baby. warm it up for me, yeah?”

sorry i got carried away 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️ this was supposed to be short but i made it into a mini fic. sorry kei 🤥

[heyhua]

it's you! it's you! you are making him smile, taichi! aaaaaaaaaaaah

[still-breathing-au-p3r]

[continued from here] [first post for October 18th] It may be Shinji who has more of a way with words between the two of them, but Akihiko has always been the one who fills their silences. Shinji’s the kind of guy who would rather listen than talk, unless he’s really got something to say. So naturally, that means it falls on Akihiko to break the silence they’re mired in now, as well. 

But he just can’t bring himself to do it. 

It isn’t that he doesn’t know what to say– he can think of plenty of things that he should say right now. The issue is whether or not he can. He tries a few times to speak up and feels bile rise in his throat instead of his voice. 

So he chokes it down and they’re left with…nothing. Nothing besides the scorched atmosphere Akihiko left in his wake.

Maybe it would be for the best if he leaves. Maybe getting away from here and taking some time to calm himself down is the better option, even though he’s loath to think about parting ways with Shinji on such an awful note. Even if it should only be temporary, how can he be certain it will be? How can he know for sure that their luck will hold, and Shinji will still be here when Akihiko gets his shit together?

He doesn’t know how he’d live with himself if the worst came to pass, and that was the last conversation he and Shinji ever had.

Akihiko’s inability to swallow his shame and talk past it turns out not to matter, ultimately. It’s Shinji who finally breaks the arid silence with a heavy sigh. 

“Look, I’m…really no good at this sorta thing,” he starts. “You already know that. An’ I’m also kinda high on painkillers right now, ‘cause– turns out getting shot doesn’t feel great. So maybe nothin’ I say’ll make any sense.”

Despite himself, Akihiko wheezes out a small laugh, and Shinji’s mouth twitches up on one side. He wants to believe that maybe this is a step in the right direction. It’s not like he’s wrong either; Shinji’s talents with words have never extended to talking about his feelings, even before his Persona went berserk. 

“But…you’re right,” Shinji continues. “I knew what the consequences could be, but I didn’t take ‘em seriously enough– not for Amada, or for you ‘n Kirijo– because I was too caught up in my own reasons.”

Shinji’s hands clench into fists around the bedsheets, his fingers trembling. “None of it– nothing mattered to me as much as the thought that maybe… Maybe I wouldn’t have to live with the fact that I’m a murderer anymore.”

“Shinji…” Each word out of Shinji’s mouth feels as heavy as a cinderblock, and Akihiko’s chest aches under the weight of them all. 

Shinji closes his eyes and sags back against his pillow, exhaling a weighted breath through his nose. He looks utterly exhausted. “That’s all I’ve cared about these last two years. The only thing I wanted was to atone, no matter how. And my life for the one I ruined seemed like a fair trade, y’know?”

When Shinji opens his eyes again, his gaze falls on the open window. The Moonlight Bridge winks back at him, the morning sun glazed mirror-bright over its arches, forcing him to wince and look away. “But I guess that’s pretty screwed up, right? I was just pushin’ my selfishness onto a kid and takin’ the coward’s way out, like you said.” 

Akihiko doesn’t quite trust himself to speak without a sob bubbling up instead, and in any case, the glare off the bridge is starting to get to him too, so he gets up to close the curtains. He grips the stiff, plasticky fabric tightly and bites his lip. 

“And that’s…” He almost doesn’t turn back around to face Shinji, but decides at the last moment that he needs to. “That’s really how you feel?” 

Shinji holds his gaze for just a moment before looking away. “Mhm.” 

It’s the first time Akihiko has heard Shinji like this– so somber and serious– in a very long time. But if he’s being truthful (Akihiko hopes to god that he is), it only serves as a horrible reminder of just how much Akihiko has failed. 

He must be making a face, because when Shinji looks at him again his mouth twists into a rueful smile. “Still mad, huh?”

“Of course I am.” Akihiko’s answer is immediate. “I just…am I really that unreliable?”

“...What?”

Akihiko almost returns to his seat but overshoots it and ends up pacing instead. “Shinji, you helped me so much when Miki died. You were there for me, you– you never left my side. You always made sure I was okay.”

Memories flood over him like a tsunami, churned together by time and grief until they all blend into an amorphous impression of those days, individual moments of shocking clarity floating within the tide like flotsam. 

Shinji had let Akihiko cling to him for days after the fire with minimal breaks, while Akihiko had cried until he’d been sick. Shinji had held him tightly all through the funeral as he’d choked on dry sobs, all of the tears wrung out of him, his eyes throbbing and swollen almost shut. Afterwards he’d bullied Akihiko into lying down and draped washcloths soaked in cool water across the top half of his face. 

Shinji, checking in with him between classes since they didn’t have the same homeroom that year. Shinji, walking the entire way home with him after school even after the adoption had been finalized and Akihiko had gone to live with his parents, their house in the exact opposite direction as the new building that served as the orphanage.

And that was just the aftermath of Miki’s death. Shinji’s been looking after him all his life and never expected anything in return. All those memories blend together until it’s impossible to keep track of them all. 

Akihiko had certainly appreciated it at the time, but he’d still taken it for granted. It’s only now that he realizes just how much it all meant to him. His breath shakes, his voice trembles. “I don’t– I don’t think I could’ve gotten through it at all if I hadn’t had you. So– the fact that you thought I couldn’t be there for you–”

“That’s not it.” Shinji cuts him off. “You’ve got it all wrong, Aki. I knew you would’ve been.” He glares into his lap. “That was the whole problem– I didn’t want you to be. I didn’t want your help, or Kirijo’s, or anyone’s. It all goes back to me bein’ a selfish asshole.”

Oh.

That makes an unfortunate amount of sense. 

“...Was it that you didn’t want it, or–” Akihiko swallows, the sound uncomfortably loud in his ears. “Did you think you didn’t deserve it?”

Shinji shrugs. “Same thing at the end of the day, ain’t it.”

“No.” Akihiko shakes his head. “It’s not the same at all. You did deserve it. You do deserve it, Shinji.”

He doesn’t answer right away. His expression is stony and contemplative as he mulls over Akihiko’s words. 

“...If I’m honest, ‘m still not sure I can believe that,” Shinji says quietly. He looks at Akihiko again, meeting his gaze and holding it this time. “But I am sorry, Aki. Sorry for bein’ that selfish asshole.”

Despite what he’d demanded earlier, he hadn’t really been expecting any kind of apology. He wasn’t sure if he’d even really wanted one, or if all he’d really been after was the catharsis of throwing a punch. But hearing it now, with Shinji sounding so genuine, so sincere– emotion starts to swell in Akihiko’s chest again. 

He pushes it down before it can strangle his voice. Shinji isn’t the only one who needs to apologize. It’s time he stops being so self-centered.

Akihiko makes his way back to his seat, pulling it even closer to Shinji’s bedside as he sits. His knees knock against the bed frame. 

“I’m sorry too,” Akihiko murmurs. He ignores the look Shinji gives him. “I kept saying I wanted you to rely on me, but– I didn’t take your feelings into consideration at all and I forced you back into a fight you didn’t want to be a part of. 

“And because of that…” He shakes his head, glowering down at his hands. He clenches and unclenches them into fists, watching the tendons in his wrists flex. “If I’d been paying more attention, if I’d just realized what was going on when Amada joined us–”

“Hey,” Shinji interrupts him using the same tone of voice he does when he’s about to tell off one of the juniors, or when he’d scold one of the younger kids at the orphanage. “Don’t you dare start blamin’ yourself for this, alright? None of this is your fault.”

It’s nice of him to say, but Akihiko knows it isn’t true. 

“Are you sure?” he asks. “You’ve told me a thousand times how tunnel-visioned I am. How I always run off on my own without thinking because I focus on one thing and forget about everything else.” Suddenly it feels like every lecture that Shinji’s ever given him and he’d brushed off is weighing down on his shoulders, heavy and shameful. 

“I told myself I needed to be stronger, but… In reality, I was just doing the exact same thing I accused you of. I was just running away too, from any problem that I couldn’t solve by knocking it down hard enough.”

What else has Shinji lectured him about that he just passed off as nothing when he should have listened? Why had it taken him until now to realize it? Why had it taken this? 

“You were right all along. And in the end, it didn’t even do any good. It didn’t matter how strong I was. Look what happened!” He gestures at Shinji, at the bed he’s propped up in– at everything in the room. It speaks for itself. 

“You almost died, Shinji! If one thing had been different– if just one thing hadn’t happened the way it did…you wouldn’t be here.” A sob clogs his throat. He drops his head into his hands, digging the heels of his palms against his eyes in a futile effort to keep the tears at bay. 

“All that strength, and yet I still couldn’t do anything for you. Not a single goddamn thing. I couldn’t even donate blood when you needed it, did you know that?”

“Aki…” Shinji doesn’t say anything more for several long moments, and the silence between them grows so heavy. Eventually, though, Shinji reaches out and puts a hand on Akihiko’s knee. 

“Listen,” he says. “We both fucked up. But there’s nothin’ we can do about it now. And…” He gives Akihiko’s knee a soft squeeze. “If it means anything, I don’t hold any of it against you.” 

Attempting to hide how emotional he’s gotten was hopeless from the start, but he’d been holding the line so far, if only by the skin of his teeth. Now Akihiko crumbles. He’s thankful that it’s just Shinji here instead of the whole team. He’d never live it down. At least Shinji’s seen him cry a million times before, so the blow to his pride doesn’t sting that bad. 

“I-it does. It means a lot to me, Shinji,” he replies, his voice quiet and hoarse, scrubbing the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand.

[dyingtobehim]

bought a current shit boy clandestine shirt paid 40 (!!!!!) dollars in shipping they are now charging me an extra $30 in duties even though the website said that duties and other fees should be covered

[coffeekaspbrak]

just finished the devils minion chapter…. i’m so sick where’s the rest of it..,.

[sanjisblackasswife]

I still block minors that interact with my nsfw writing btw.

Same with my art too go stay in a child’s place this for grown folk.

Blank pages too so put that page on ya page😉.

[localguy2]

I finished DR part 2, and holy hell it was fantastic! Spectacular First season!

...

So now I'm gonna talk about Episode 17 - The Administration: (spoilers)

The Administration is genuinely a work of art in my opinion, this feels like a mix of old ninjago and new ninjago, it manages to overcomplicate so much-

Yet simplify and clear up everything just as fast-

It's such a brilliant mix of both, and this only managed to make the humor in this episode infinitely more enjoyable and funny, I have not had this much fun with a Ninjago episode in such a long time, it's beautiful.

Speaking of which, goodness gracious THEY DID NOT HOLD BACK WITH JOKES, Doc and Kevin went all out with the humor, and THEY KEPT DOUBLING DOWN ON EVERYTHING BY CONSTANTLY MAKING IT ABOUT PERMITS AND LICENSES.

it only makes Zane's comment about The Administration's gross incompetence hit even harder, these guys have overcomplicated their own system so much, it's slowing them down tremendously.

And don't even get me started on Zane himself, he has so many BADASS MOMENTS IN THIS EPISODE, HE'S SO COOL!

(my soon to be new pfp, don't care he's killing it in this scene)

He's pulling a Death Note reference for crying out loud.

And all around, everyone was extremely loveable on this episode, the Administration is extremely stupid but their pure dedication is hilarious and admirable as well.

Lloyd takes a bit of a back seat for some of this episode until like the last third, in favour of Arin and Zane taking over.

And Arin once more proves he's nothing short of an absolute little sweetheart, the kid literally apologises for not sharpening the pens.

(That whole scene with Zane asking why he had pens on him was so funny when I was watching the first time oml).

And I briefly want to touch on the Jay appearance:

Oh my god this fucking idiot literally HAS THE SAME EXACT PERSONALITY EVEN WITH HIS LOST MEMORIES.

If it weren't for Doc and Kevin saying he lost his memories, NO ONE would've known that he has memory loss just from the clip alone, and this scene has an amazing implication:

Regardless of whether he has memories or not, Jay would still act the exact same.

Jay fans, you guys ate good today, and good as in your favourite character having like ~35 seconds of total screentime (out of like, 26,400 seconds).

There's also the Dragon Core, Zane going crazy with his car, Arin asking the agents about his parents, Kai's scene with Wyldfyre and him mentioning how his sister merging with the Sea affacted him in such a deep way (fuck yes IT GOT ACKNOWLEDGE FINALLY), etc

And it's all so fantastic and well rounded, I legit can't get enough of this episode and I'm fairly certain it's my current number #1 favourite episode in all of Ninjago, so congrats The Administration! For being one hell of a banger.

[suashii]

hey hey hey, it’s selfship saturday! have some prompts to start the conversation as always but you are welcome to discuss your selfship in any capacity!

• what do you and your f/o have each other saved as in your contacts?

• are there any places that are significant/special to you two? maybe because of a memory associated with it?

• before you got together, what were you to your f/o? friends? coworkers? strangers? kind of a ___ to lovers question hehe :3

• spicy prompt ahead! what are you guys into in the bedroom? are there any kinks or positions you or your f/o favor?

[handweavers]

i don't feel that world weary or emotionally tired until i'm in a class with mostly first years fresh out of high school at which point i feel a billion years old. husk-like even. the space between 18 and 26 feels like emotional centuries given the sheer amount of growth that happens between those years