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[fleursbending]

PARTY TIMEEEEE 😭🎀‼️‼️ THANK YOU SO MUCH MY BELOVEDS WTAF <333 uhm i dont even know what to do or say.....

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[backmuscles21]

You're Supposed To Be Ours

Recoms x Reader

Summary: You are an RDA chemist, you have caught the eyes of all the recoms. They can be a little possessive. So, when they see you talking with someone else, they need to teach you your place and where you belong. Warnings: smut, belly bulge, size kink, begging, spanking, orgasm denial/delay, punishment, possessive behaviour, sub/dom undertones

You came to Pandora as a chemist, they needed you to run tests on water, plants, rocks, and other elements. Basically, what they wanted you to do was make a periodic table for the things on Pandora.

Easier said than done.

However, you did love your job and you loved the planet. One thing you loved the most about your job was the new relationship you started. You have an avatar body for when you go on missions to collect samples to test and figure out their composition. Since you have a trillion-dollar avatar body and were only a scientist, you needed protection. And what better protection than the new Na’vi recom soldiers? Plus, they were tall, strong, and muscular.

So that is how you met your new lovers. You learned that they were a little hard-headed, very strong, very loyal, and pretty jealous. Not necessarily jealous of each other, they saw themselves as a family, but with literally anyone else. When you told them you liked boy boys and girls you couldn’t talk to a single soul without them feeling a tinge of jealousy. Some were good at hiding it others had it written all over their face, it didn’t really bother you too much, you had them.

You would go to work and then go back to them, sometimes in your human body or in your avatar. Not too many people knew you were with all the recoms, the only people that really knew were some of the people in your department. They had seen you with them when they dropped you off or came by to pick you up after you finished work or when they would visit you while you were working. It was always someone different, but it was always one of your tall blue lovers.

Some of your co-workers liked to pick on you a little for being with them and fucking the aliens. You didn’t care, you loved them deeply, and you wouldn’t ever trade them for the world.

But one day, when one of them came to visit you while you were working, they saw you talking with some of your co-workers. You were laughing and smiling and you just tucked your hair behind your ears, you did that when you were flustered.

It was Prager who came to visit you, he was feeling tired and in a cuddly mood and he always sought you out when he got that way. He was angry that you’d be talking with this guy that you worked with. You should be laughing with anyone but them, you were theirs. So, Prager went back to the recom common room to tell everyone what he saw.

He stormed back to the common room, punched in the door code and stomped in.

“What happened? Did she say she had to work? Cause I told you so,” Lopez said with a smirk.

Prager didn’t answer, instead, he gathered everyone in the common area.

“What’s going on? Care to explain?” Miles asked.

“I went to see her and I saw her but she was talking and laughing with another guy. They were supposed to be working and she even tucked her hair behind her ears. She was flirting with him; I couldn’t believe it. So, I came back here to tell you guys,” Prager explained.

“What was she doing?” Mansk asked, always trying to work out situations, giving you the benefit of the doubt.

“She was by her microscope, she was writing on some papers, but then she stopped and she gave him her undivided attention,” Prager explained

“Well, let’s go see this then,” Lyle said wanting to confirm it.

Miles put his arm out to stop Lyle, “no. We wait till she finishes work, she has to anyway. Then we will confront her. You know she can’t lie worth a damn and will crumble under us. She can also explain her side of the story and we will go from there.”

“Are we gonna punish her?” Walker asked with a slight smirk.

“Depends. She might have an explanation and then we will just tone down our usual punishment. If she doesn’t deny it and says what she did, we will use a lesser punishment. If she tries to hide it and denies it, we will go no bars held. She knows her safe word,” Miles explained to everyone.

“When is she done?” Zdog asked.

“A few hours. I’ll pick her up. I intimidate her the most,” Miles said as he smirked at his fellow soldiers.

“So, what do we do till then?” Ja asked.

“We could try to get her out early. Maybe do a random walk-by and see if it’s continuing?” Fike suggested.

“That’s the first smart thing you’ve ever said,” Lopez smirked.

“Go fuck yourself,” Fike said to Lopez with a scoff and smile while rolling his eyes.

So, a few hours passed and Miles left a couple of minutes before you were supposed to finish for the day. He walked in front of the glass doors of the chemistry lab, there were multiple scientists working away. Then his eyes landed on you, looking into different Petri dishes and writing stuff down. He fell in love with you all over again, he couldn't believe how gorgeous you were. Both your human body and your avatar body were absolutely stunning, he understood why people wanted you, not that they’d ever get you.

He opened the door and walked in, he saw you look up and smile brightly. He walked over to you and placed his hands on your shoulders and watched you finish your notes.

“I’m almost done give me five minutes.”

“Take your time cupcake,” Miles said patting your shoulders.

He noticed your co-workers staring at you and him and then whispering to each other, he knew they liked to gossip. He wasn’t bothered by them and he knew you weren’t either but he still didn’t like it. He gave them a slight scowl and turned back towards you.

Finally, you and him left the lab and went to the recom-only areas. Once you entered the room and saw all of your lovers right there you were surprised.

“Woah, what’s going on? Did I miss something? Is there a special occasion?” You said slightly nervous.

Miles came up behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders and squeezed a little bit. “We needed to talk to you about something and we need you to be honest.”

“What’s up?” You said it slowly, you were kind of scared.

“Were you flirting with one of your co-workers today?” Miles asked.

“Flirting? You think I would purposely flirt with someone I work with? That’s like giving that person a death wish. I wasn’t trying to flirt with anyone, if that happened, I’m sorry that it did, it was not my intention.”

“But you were flustered. I saw you tuck your hair behind your ears,” Prager said.

“I was using my microscope a lot today and I forgot my hair tie. You know how I hate my hair in my face. I just happened to tuck my hair behind my ears a lot today.”

“But you were laughing and talking with him then you looked down and tucked your hair behind your ears. You were flustered, he made you flustered.”

“I swear I never intended for that to happen. I have to talk with my coworkers, I need them to tolerate me. I work with them and there’s no replacing them or me so we have to get along. I promise I was not intentionally flirting with anyone I work with.”

“But you were being friendly,” Lyle said.

“Yeah, but I need to be. I need them to like me. I’m friendly to anyone I talk to. I don’t talk to a lot of people other than you guys but I’m not an asshole.”

“I think you need to learn your place,” Miles said leaning over to whisper in your ear.

Your eyes went wide, they planned on punishing you for this.

“Do I need my avatar for this?”

“No, we will be tame enough for a human.”

You breathed out loudly through your nose trying to calm yourself. You didn’t hate when this happened, it was hot. However, it was just a lot and it was tiring and it was just so much for your little body.

Miles started to move his hands down to your hips, then he moved them from your hips to slide up your sides and take your shirt off. You lifted your arms to help him take your shirt off, he threw your top onto the floor and touched your smooth skin again. His hands went to your back and unclasped your bra, he took it off you as well and let it fall to the floor. Miles smiled as he watched everyone state at you, he placed his large hands on your tits and pulled you into his body. He started to play with your nipples and it made you cry out.

You could see the smirks on everyone’s faces as they watched you whine while being toyed with. Miles' hands then found the hem of your pants, he unbuttoned them and let them fall to the floor.

“These are cute,” Miles said as he revealed your panties to the recoms. He grabbed the band of your panties on your hip and let it slap against your skin.

“Now, be a good girl and go apologize to Prager first. He wanted you so badly and he had to see you openly flirting,” Miles said as he slapped your ass as you walked over to Prager.

You sat on Prager’s lap and kissed him; Prager’s hands roamed your body before staying on your hips. He squeezed the flesh of your hips and occasionally your butt, you found yourself naturally rolling your hips into him. You could feel him getting harder and harder, you then got off him to kneel in front of him. You started to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants; you pulled out his hard cock. Your hands were so tiny compared to his Na’vi-sized dick; you stroked him a few times before you took him into your mouth.

It was hard to take him into your mouth but you pushed through, his hand grasped at your hair as you sucked him off. He was moaning out lowly as you did the best you could to get as deep as possible, what you couldn’t reach you stroked. Prager was trying to not jerk his hips and start fucking your face but he couldn’t help it, you were just so good. You focused on his head, pushing your tongue onto it and swirling it around. You tried to keep your teeth from hitting his shaft but it was so hard when he was stretching your mouth to its limits. You knew he was close just from the way his thighs twitched and his cock twitched in your mouth.

You pushed him to the back of your throat as he came, it went right down and as you pulled off him, you looked up at him. He was smiling, he looked so blissed out.

“Do you forgive me?”

“Of course, baby,” Prager said stroking your head.

“Don’t be so nice to her. We’re not done here,” Miles said as he walked over to you and picked you up.

Miles placed you down on your stomach on one of the recom-sized tables, your legs dangled helplessly as he held you there with a hand on your back. Lyle walked up next to Miles and kissed your back a few times, his hand then replaced Miles as he stood behind you. He ground his semi-erect cock into your butt before his other hand stroked down your back, landing on your left butt cheek.

“You gonna count ‘em?”

You nodded, “yeah,” you breathed out feeling yourself get more turned on.

His large hand landed a good smack on your butt cheek, it had a good echoing sound.

“One,” you staggered out.

His hand gripped your butt cheek after the smack, his hand rubbed the area as it left your skin coming down again.

“Two.”

You could hear him snickering as he played with your butt cheek a bit before landing a few concurrent slaps to your left cheek.

“Three.”

“Four.”

“Five.”

You couldn’t lie, it was starting to hurt. You knew that this is what was supposed to happen, it was supposed to cause a bit of pain. You liked it but their recom size and strength was a bit much, it just felt raw more than painful, but you could still handle it.

“Six,” you whined out as Lyle slapped your butt again.

He was definitely an ass man but also a boob man, this man was just horny and would take what he could get. He loved all bodies, all sizes, and all parts, but he had a favourite, big juicy asses. He loved a nice jiggly butt, nothing was better, he liked getting to slap, squeeze, pinch, fondle, lick, kiss, suck, bite, whatever he could do, he wanted it. That’s why he was perfect for this job, he could get off on watching your butt jiggle as he slapped your butt.

“Seven.”

Lyle hit the same left cheek, you started to lurch forward as he made contact. It was getting to be quite painful but you were almost done, he almost always went to 10. If he tried more, you might stop him, if he would actually stop.

“Eight.”

You squeezed your eyes when Lyle made impact, you were moaning out at every hit. You could also feel how hard Lyle was, he had to be leaking.

“Nine.”

The finish line was so close, one more and you’d be done. You felt the hand on your back move to your hip, that was new. Both his hands then held your hips and he lifted your hips up a bit and that’s when you felt his cock head rubbing through your folds. You didn’t even hear him unzip his pants, He then pushed in as he slapped your left cheek one last time.

“Ten,” you cried out as he pushed a few inches into you.

Your hands tried to grip at the table, your fingertips pressing into the table while your knuckles bent. Your back was trying to arch with no success, Lyle held you in place as he slowly pushed in more and more.

“Feel how hard you made me by just having your ass on display. I guarantee now pussy ass science puke could fuck you like this. Could get as hard as this. Could get as deep as this. Could make you scream out like this.”

He was praising himself as he started to thrust in and out of you, he was praising how good their recom bodies could fuck you. Hoping that you’d never even think about your coworkers ever again, hoping that you’d never even look at another person.

“Lyle, fuck, Lyle,” you reached your hand back for him, “please.”

“Please what, buttercup?”

“More.”

“You got it babe.”

Lyle sped up and went deeper, you moaned out and he smirked. Your forehead hit the table as you cried out, he couldn’t help but get harder at the sight of you soaking up what he was giving you.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking deep.”

“You like it baby? I can do more. I can already feel myself inside you.”

Lyle smirked as he kissed your back, you could feel his hand on your stomach just below your navel. Your arm slowly moved down there to feel where his hand was, you could feel his cock poking through your skin. You’d seen it and felt it before but it got you every time, it was so hot to know how they were bulging out of you. it just made you feel so small, it was so hot to feel it, even more so when you’d press on it and you’d hear whoever was in you moan.

Like now, pressed down on your lower stomach had Lyle moaning and grunting, he kept thrusting faster and faster before cumming deep in you. While it felt good and it was hot, you didn’t cum and that was probably their plan for tonight, not stimulate you enough to cum or deny you of it all together.

Lyle pulled out and moved away from you, he then lifted you up and placed you in the lap of Lopez. He already had his cock out, he held onto your hips before helping you to sink down on his thick cock. You gripped onto his shoulders for dear life as you felt the stretch, nothing helped with the stretch. Even after Lyle just fucked the shit out of you, you still weren’t meant for their large bodies.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing the shit out of me, baby girl,” Lopez said resting his forehead in yours.

He slowly sunk you down further and further until he stopped and started to lift your body up and down on his cock. Your head rested on his shoulder as you cried out, your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled your bodies close together.

“Please, please, please, let me cum,” you whined out. You figured begging might help.

“I’m glad you figured it out. Sooner than I thought. Either way, you won’t be cumming for some time,” Miles said from right behind you. You felt him kiss your shoulder after he told you, his plan.

You whined out from Miles' words and from feeling Lopez go in deeper. You knew you had to cum, but you also knew you couldn’t otherwise your punishment would get worse. Your mouth bit into Lopez’s bare shoulder as you focused on not cumming. The grip Lopez had on your body got tighter as you tried your best to follow Miles’ orders.

“Fuck baby girl, you’re gripping me so fucking hard.”

“Well, I’m trying not to cum. You’re just hitting it perfectly.”

He made a particular few thrusts up into you at really stroked your walls beautifully. You moaned out, holding onto him harder as you held back the best you could.

“Miles please let me cum, I can’t hold it back, please.”

“You’re not cumming.”

You knew asking Lopez was futile, he wasn’t going to let you cum anymore than Miles would. You knew that you would just have to hold off, but that was going to be even harder shortly. After Lopez finally came, you felt yourself finally be able to let your body relax, but that didn’t last long.

“You good with going upside down?” Walker asked smirking in your ear. She bit the lobe of your ear lightly as she wrapped her arms around your waist. She lifted you up off Lopez and took you to where she was sitting. She rested your back on her thighs and took your hips lifting them up to her mouth. Your legs straddled her head as she smiled at you between them.

“Wait I can’t, she gonna make me cum. All she does is know how to stimulate. She doesn’t stop till I cum.”

“That’s your problem, honey,” Walker smiled as she attached her mouth to your clit.

Your head pushed back against her knees as you moaned out loudly. Your hands gripped the armrests and your eyebrows furrowed; your mouth was agape as Walker pulled moan after moan from your mouth. It was such a compliment to her to see you stuck in a state like this. However, it didn’t take long before she had you cumming, it was going to happen, and you were already holding back. You were so sensitive, it didn’t matter, any stimulation was going to get you to cum.

Walker slurped at your pussy as she took everything you gave her.

“I hope you enjoyed that. Because you’re in for it now.”

You stared up at Miles, you could see how much his hard cock was pushing his pants out from your position. You could feel yourself getting more turned on. Miles picked you up and laid you back on the table from earlier. He more or less dropped you and held you on your back. He snarled as he watched you squirm under his large hand, his jaw moved from side to side.

He was planning how he wanted to abuse your poor pussy.

One thing you learned about him was he enjoyed eye contact. If he was eating you out, he’d stare at you and you better be staring back. Same with when you gave him head, on top of that, while fucking he also wanted to see your eyes. You couldn’t close them from pain or pleasure, you had to keep them on his. He made you stare at him as he unbuttoned his pants, he kept eye contact with you as he roughly pushed into you. He pushed all of his length into you in one go, it made you moan out loudly. You have been prepared well enough but it still stung and especially just from how he just pushed it all inside. He was bottomed out and he was one of the longer and thicker ones. He started to thrust into you right away, he took no prisoners either.

He was merciless, he lifted a leg to rest it on the table to get better leverage to fuck you deeper. Your small hands clawed at his back; you were in pain but it felt so good. Miles was deep inside, he was fast and normally at this point, you’d just lay your hand on your lower stomach to feel the bulge of his cock outlined in your skin. You couldn’t your body was so wound up, he was stimulating you so much, you just gripped onto his skin.

Your abs were so tightly restricted, you were just constantly being overstimulated. Your eyes fought to stay open to stare into his as he fucked you, all you wanted to do was close your eyes and throw your head back. You fought with yourself to keep from letting your body feel the pleasure, you had to keep your eyes open. Not to mention, even if you begged, he probably wouldn’t have let you cum.

“Miles, Miles, please, I can’t. I have to cum.”

“You will wait till I do then I will let you.”

You sighed out in protest, you could barely hold it, you wanted to cum now. You knew he wouldn’t be too much longer but still, you had to cum now. You felt him twitch, he was close he had to be, it was light there was light at the end of the tunnel. He came deep inside you; you cried out as it just filled you up.

“Miles, please, can I cum?”

His sharp deep thrusts didn’t stop, “have at it, cupcake.”

It only took a second after he finished his sentence for you to cry out while cumming. Your body moved on its own, your eyes squeezed shut and the top of your head hit the table. It was probably one of the most intense orgasms the recoms have ever given your human body. Miles kissed your sternum a few times before pulling out, Ja was quick to pick your tired and spent body up and place you in his arms. He sat down with your body resting on his, he was grounding you by rubbing at your back and running a hand through your hair.

“Don’t you want to get off too?”

“No, baby. You’ve done too much. Your body is tired and probably sore. We can wait,” Ja said to you.

“But I’ve taken you all before?”

“Yeah, that was when you were taking two or three of us at once and we didn’t make you hold your orgasms. You rest, we have all the time in the world,” Zdog said butting in to kiss your tired and sweaty face.

[mangoofthesea]

I saw a post today talking about how difficult making friends can be, as well as maintaining friendships, and as someone who has spent the last few years learning how to maintain friendships while moving a couple times and some big life events. One of the best things you can do for a friendship is organise to do THINGS.

Not just meet and talk or chat over message. Arrange to go swimming, or for a row boat ride, cook dinner together, try making clay creatures and laugh at how bad they are. Go to see a play or a singer or a waterfall.

Sit on a call together in silence while you crochet or watch something at the same time in different locations.

Or while you both draw or do dishes and say the random questions that come to mind 'do you think aliens could exist?' 'How can you tell when you're in love?' 'There’s a really cool bird out the window I think you'd like it, it's all blue and green!'

The key is to not try to keep the friendship for the sake of it, but enjoy the Person and their company

Maintaining of a friendship over time requires effort, but also acceptance that you won't speak or see each other all the time. My 3 best friends are all from different phases of life and I have had periods of months or years where I didn’t speak to them just because we had shifted how much we saw each other.

You see them when you see them, you speak when you speak, but you'll find people who with even a tiny amount of effort (a birthday gift, a card, a meme sent, a message or a gif) you can hold onto. People who mean the world to you even though you only see them a could times a year.

I once heard the phrase that friends are like stars, even when you don't see them, they're still there.

Friendships that truly mean something aren't like sitcoms or movies. Life is more complicated and people are too, don't feel bad if your friendships don't match up to what you expect, or if you can't be there all the time.

All things considered, I'm a pretty shit friend sometimes, I forget birthdays and I'm useless to get hold of sometimes. But on either side of friendships that I have, we both make enough of an effort that they're still there.

I'm going to the cinema tomorrow with a friend I've had since I was 11 (or 13 depending how we've decided to measure it that day) and I haven't seen in person in nearly a year. We're still going to have a great time.

Your friendship takes whatever form works for you, don't lose sight of the people you love cos the way you love them doens’t look like 'it's supposed to'

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Pls Celestialsapien friendship headcanons

-Just how did this happen? You're not quite sure. You were just going on with your regular human life, doing your own things, and then one day, out of the blue, this alien just shows up, declares that it wants to be friends and that was that.

-Apparently, this particular Celestiasapien decided that it wanted to understand other aliens better and decided to spend time with a randomly selected alien species to get started. They never explained themself, never told you why, out of billions of humans, they chose just you and eventually you just gave up asking them about it.

-They are... not much of a conversationist. They speak in short sentences, often after a prolonged moment of silence. Sometimes they don't answer at all. It's almost like speaking to a brick wall and you wouldn't be at fault if you assumed that they didn't like talking with you.

-This assumption would be incorrect though. In fact, your Celestiasapien friend really enjoy listening to you talk. Your view on the world, your interests and everyday life is so fascinating to them. It's just that it's incredibly difficult for them to express this.

-Celestiasapiens have two, very contrasting, personalities but both of them are in agreement that you are personally important to them. They both want to express this but they have a hard time coming to an agreement on how to do this. It's because of this that the Celestiasapien oftentimes appears uninterested, they are in fact simply deep in thought and debating with themself.

-"That co-worker of theirs is a parasite, stealing their lunch out of the fridge. We must destroy them!" "Perhaps we shouldn't do that, they would be so mad if we-" "DESTRUCTION!"

-If you appear hurt or dejected by their seemingly stand-offish personality then they will panic. How do they fix this? How do they explain that they actually enjoy spending time with you? Might just warp reality to try and prevent you from leaving until they come to a conclusion.

-"Why are you trapping me in an infinite hallway?" "You... Matter to me." "Sigh, you matter to me too buddy, now please let me out so I can get some laundry done."

-Tries to show you how much you matter to them by spending as much time as they possible can with you. Humans like that, right?

-You wake up in the morning, step out of your bedroom and boom, there they are, in your living room, sitting on your couch and staring into empty air. They've made you coffee.

-"Have you been up all night?" "... Yes." "I- Why?" "Waiting for you to wake up." "Ok but why???" "To spend time."

-At some point you actually assume they don't have a home because of how much time they spend at your place. It's actually weird to NOT see them there. If you have to go to work then they will remain stationary and not move even an inch until you get back home.

-Eventually becomes your roommate. You just bring up the idea of them moving in since they already pretty much live at your place and suddenly your closet have been replaced with portal to leading directly to something called the Forge of Creation? Anyway, congrats! You now have a roommate!

-Most of the time, the two of you just hang out at your place. Being in public is stressful for them since there are so many impressions and they have to make a lot of new decisions that can cause them to freeze. However, if you do wanna go to somewhere with them then go somewhere more isolated, like a nature trail!

[duhragonball]

What do you think of the Saiyan's overall redesign in the DBS Broly Movie? Personally, I didn't like how they really stuck to that, "All Saiyans have black hair," thing. I thought the original King Vegeta and Saiyans surrounding him looked more interesting in DBZ. They even had a blonde guy when KV blew up those planets lmao (if only they knew)

I know the guy your talking about. He's from the flashback montage right before Vegeta dies.

Of course, his pal over there is rocking an SSJ4 Gingergeta look too, so this shot is pretty wild for a bunch of reasons. And then King Vegeta raises his hand and blows up three planets, including the one they're standing on, so I don't know what to make of that.

Anyway, as far as the hair color goes, the black-hair-only rule came from the scene where Vegeta disputes Trunks' claim to be a Saiyan, so the rule didn't exist back when DBZ Episode 86 was made. We can still interpret this in a few ways.

Vegeta was just stone cold wrong. I say this a lot, but it bears repeating: Most of what we know about Saiyans comes from Vegeta, but he's not an infallible source. There's bound to be things he doesn't know or couldn't know, and he probably still clings to a lot of propaganda fed to him in his youth.

The flashbacks aren't meant to be taken literally, and this could just be a coloring error in an otherwise consistent portrayal of the Saiyans.

The blonde guy could be a half-Saiyan like Trunks.

The blonde guy just likes to bleache his hair.

He's got some kind of medical condition that discolors his hair

Nonetheless, once Toriyama laid down the black hair rule, it appears to have been followed pretty closely, except...

Nion, one of the scientists in the nursery in DBS: Broly, has dark blue hair. Maybe indigo? You get the idea. I don't think this is a trick of the light, either, since King Vegeta's in this scene, and his hair looks black. Nion clearly has a different hair color.

At first, I wondered if this meant she wasn't a Saiyan. Nion doesn't appear to have a tail either, and her uniform is too form-fitting for her to stuff it inside her clothes like her robed co-workers. But by all accounts, she seems to be a Saiyan character, and it makes sense. She speaks rather hopefully of Broly possibly becoming the next Super Saiyan, and one of Frieza's bootlicks wouldn't be nearly so enthusiastic when speaking of such a thing.

So what's up with Nion? Well, it's probably the same story as that blonde guy from DBZ 86. She colors her hair, or she's got some alien ancestry, or maybe there's more to Saiyans than Vegeta knew. My guess is that the movie was trying to show that there's a particular fashion among Saiyan scientists. The men in this scene all had very short, more "conventional haircuts". They also wore long choir robes. Nion has a different look, but there's like nine other women in the nursery with the exact same style, suggesting that they all wear that look to signify their profession. So maybe the blue hair is part of that, or Nion picked it up while she was at space college or something.

So from a hair standpoint, I think they just kind of ended up back where they started. Pure-blooded Saiyans may all start with black hair, and most of them stay that way, but a few Saiyans seem to develop an interest in coloring their hair for cosmetic reasons.

No, the main change I noticed from the Broly movie was that most of the Saiyan uniforms we saw were black and/or blue, which is kind of a shame, because I liked the various colors used in DBZ. Bardock had his green and black armor, Fasha/Seripa had pink, Towa had Carolina Tarheel blue, and so on. The movie also did Paragus dirty, because Paragus looked like the fuckin' man in Movie 8, and his DBS looks were all a downgrade.

At least Gine got pink wristbands and sort of a dark teal outfit. That might be closer to green, but I can't tell. Anyway, I get it, they're uniforms. The whole point is that everyone looks the same. Still, I liked the idea that someone could requisition a hot pink and lime green armor and it was totally cool.

Ultimately, flashback scenes like these don't carry that much weight, since they're always susceptible to another retcon. One of these years, they'll do some "Andor"-style series about the Saiyan/Tuffle War, and we'll see a whole other depiction of Saiyans that will turn all of this on its ear, and I'll probably be coming up with some other rationale to make it all fit together.

Mostly, I'm just glad we got a peek into Saiyan culture beyond the front-line warriors in the DBZ flashbacks. Nion and her colleagues raise more questions than answers, but I'm still grateful for the questions. I think fans have postulated characters like Beetz and Gine for a long time, and the movie confirms that there was definitely more to Saiyan society than fighting.

[witchofthesouls]

Can we pretty please have a little snippet featuring Unfathomable-humanformer!June who was once Megatronus, the Fallen Star? Who dreams the endless dream but ever so slowly is starting to wake up?

They who were of Primus but have dug down deep and found a place to belong in a wild, chaotic and savage world?

Can we hear of Jack, the last gift Solus ever gave?

(Ohhh, Unfathomable!June that was once Megatronus Prime would fuck up the bayverse, and it wouldn't be surprising if a child of Solus had a gift of prescience.)

_____

“They don’t like them,” Mikaela murmurs low in his ear, hiding it as a kiss. They’re pressed side-to-side and no one comments on the teenage lovebirds. “Watch close. Don’t be obvious.”

After the initial panicking and screaming, the company picnic is in full swing as the entire base was transported Elsewhere. There’s no difference between the sky and the leaves of the trees: so enormous that they dwarfed the aliens, the inky-black foliage is dotted by lanterns of starlight.

Mrs. Darby and Pilar are present along with the Foundation personnel. Some are human. Some are humanoid. Shadows not matching and shifting features, the subtle flicker of limbs in the corners of his eyes. Sam’s wholeheartedly sure that the other contractor’s cloth face is not a mask. The stitched smile and gleaming buttoned eyes are too unnerving with the yarn hair piled high.

A few of the personnel don’t care. A speaker that rivals the Optimuses’ height that moves as if gravity has no hold on their body, layers and layers of beautiful, rich robes with a veiled face, and the smell of license and decaying flowers. A living automaton, a self-declared Clockwork, taller than humans but shorter than Bumblebee, with several sets of multi-jointed arms and a gilded bird cage for a torso with live birds, gears clicking and chimes softly twinkling with birdsong from every movement.

Sam sees it, or he feels it. The lines are drawn in the sand. The tension beneath the calm picture. He thinks Agent Fowler knows it, too. 

(They’re so careful, Pilar and Mrs. Darby with a more human, softer face upon their metal bodies, but neither of them leaves the area, nor lets the kids out of sight.)

To a future of cooperation and security, the Head Speaker had said, and the buffet tables appeared without warning. Food for everyone, regardless of species.

But to secure what, he thinks.

________

Sam jumps out of his skin when he sees a sparkling -dark-framed and dark wings, it can only be Jack -in his designated space in the base. 

Blackbirds tilt their heads in his direction and there's an uncanny awareness in those beady eyes. The sparkling whistles and clicks like a bird and a few flap over to perch on his shoulders, chittering and croaking with affectionate pecks on the metal. 

"I like how you sound," answers Jack. “I like the songs.”

Sam has no idea what he’s talking about, but he isn’t surprised at this point. Their “new” arrivals aren’t as straightforward 

He peeks over a wing to see what the kid is drawing and it’s a mashup of things. Serpentine bodies and massive tentacles from a half-unfinished page with massive hands, different ones, rising between them. Bright armor with a burning sword. A black dog with burning coal for eyes. White trees full of eyes and porcelain masks upon feathered faces and bejeweled beaks. A girl set aflame in a yellow-red wash with a white-blue heart. A cross between monster and man, spider body taking several pages with limp hair pooling on piles of skulls and a wide jaw dripping venomously green.

“Jeez… You’ve been seeking to watch horror movies, haven’t you?”

The boy doesn’t answer for a beat, humming a tuneless song and those birds stare too closely at Sam. Jack sighs and turns to look at him with a mild expression, audials flicking.

"One day," Jack intones slow and sure, and Sam sees strange shapes flickering across his optics. "They will all wake up."

His hair raises and he's beyond unsettled, but the sparkling goes back to coloring the fantastical creatures and makes no mention of Sam leaving him.

__________

“Why are you here?” He asks Mrs. Darby, who’s puttering around in his kitchen.

“Visiting,” she replies airily. A pot boils on the stove and it smells delicious. His stomach growls, and her optics soften as she turns to ladle him a bowl. “Besides, your Bumblebee is getting worried. You haven’t returned for some time.”

It’s a stew and it’s brightly purple. He tucks into it because the Foundation will immune anyone to stranger things. “I’ve been busy with school.”

It’s not a lie. The words don’t sound hollow.

“Of course,” she hums and her words are gentle. “Education is very important.”

_____

“Parents worry. It’s their nature to fret over their children.” Mrs. Darby says, looming over his shoulder as he does math homework. “And they’re afraid.”

His skin pricks with goosebumps and he can hear his parents through the open window with their usual arguments over the garden. Sam looks up and stares into that knowing face for a long moment.

She hums and he feels rattled by her words, “That answer is wrong, Sam. Look here…”

His heart stops racing as she goes over formulas in an easier method to understand and she stays until he nearly finishes the last question.

“Are you afraid, too?” She breathes.

__________

(Mr. and Mrs. Witwicky have reasons why the Autobots should stay away. Some legacies are far too heavy to carry down.)

__________

(Some things change, but some remain the same.)

__________

Hanging in his peripheral vision is the indistinct form of Mrs. Darby. Her gaze is heavy and pitiless as he writhes in agony and terror beneath Megatron's and Scapel's hands.

< Here lies a choice. > The words vibrant in his head clearly, rattling his bones and his organs quiver. < What will you give to the fire to change this? >

He chokes on his tongue, words faltering, as the probe slithers its way down his throat and up his sinuses. The sinuous, metal feelers leave an icy-hot trail of its pathway within his body. Sam watches the very same sigils that haunted his waking moments flicker and sear over her frame and time simply stops-

Her jaw drops to the floor and within the chasm of her throat is the sharp cold of the ocean, the massive pressure squeezing his chest. Sam's plunged into the fathomless abyss and down in its depths, he sees life-

He sees the inevitable shifts of the world: the byplay between magma and lava on the mantle and forming the new crust, ocean currents cycling and cycling as it breathes and breaks across landmasses, and he's swept away in the flow of water, carried away and submerged into the patient rivers that carved down mountains. He seeps into the sand, melts across a hot sidewalk, and freezes in the massive hailstorm. He's the clouds and the rain and the steam that condenses on a mirror plane during a hot shower, the snowfall that sublimes in the desert, the nourishment of root systems, the glide over gills, the vapor on a living creature's exhale, the blood that pumps through hearts and muscles and sinew and coats teeth when a maw breaks flesh, and the groundwater that finds its way to geysers and hot springs.

Sam is everywhere and nowhere, and he can only drift farther  a-way  f-

              rom       him-      

self

-and he's cast into the ocean of deep space, the void entwined in the very fabric of the cosmos. He's the ice and gas and clay and dust and dust and dust and dust-

(-and the cycle restarts.)

He sees the death of countless stars, beyond beautiful in dying throes, and the birth of new galaxies between breaths; consuming black holes, the return to nothingness, and the ignition of raw power that sparks life; undiscovered, distant constellations so far, yet so close, their entire stories played in front of him in a bittersweet symphony; the origin of them all spanning across eons and the bizarre, untold connection between Cybertron and Earth, even in this dimension-

Sam is suddenly slammed back into his body, small and definite and contained in a physical form, weeping between the return of bodily agony as the music of the universe croons in his head and beckons him back into its never-ending dance of Eternity. A cool voice weaves into the tattered, leaking edges of his mind, buffering it against the cosmos, the sporadic jumps of the Allspark are made far tamer-

< I am the Shadow to the Light. The Void that walks upon this earth. The Madness that is within All. I touch everyone and everything and none can deny me and mine own. >

(and through his eyes, the Ancient Primes watch the alternative counterpart of their brother, the Fallen- a twice-fold god in another universe, the Shadow of the Thirteen and closest to the Unmaker by Primus; the Tempest, Typhoon, and Tsunami by Earth, champions a mortal with the bloody blessings of Daughter).

&lt; Behold, little fragment, an act of sacrifice and salvation. >

Sam witnesses a firestorm bloom before him, raging bright and furiously consuming, and he knows nothing else but the songs of the Allspark.

______

(Mikaela Banes screams to an uncaring world and a Primordial beyond her universe is the one that listens.

Mikaela Banes dies as she swallows the storm of a starseed and is reborn to match the soft fury burning in her mouth, the star-forge of her bruised, aching heart, and the brutality of a god that was hailed as the Undefeated.

Fate sunders and the future falls apart and resets.)

_______

Far away on a sandy beach, a boy hums a new song as birds whisper at his feet that a new Dragon walks upon this Earth once more. 

[comicaurora]

With Dainix as a Red Lantern, what Corps do you think the rest of the cast would be a part of if any?

I could answer this with my thoughts, but I think it's more interesting to put this out as a discussion question. And it gives me an excuse to talk about wacky DC lore!

For those who don't know, the general gist of the lantern corps is that they are intergalactic organizations that harness the power of "the emotional electromagnetic spectrum", meaning every emotion has a color and if you have enough of that emotion and a corresponding lantern ring you can get powers from it. It started, obviously, with the Green Lanterns, and was Care-Bear'd out from there. The colors and their corresponding Vibes are:

Red - Rage. Red lanterns are pissed off all the time and are almost always evil. In the comics they're a lot more hardcore, like "straight-up blood magic" hardcore, but in cartoon adaptations they're basically just glowy and mad. Green Lantern: The Animated Series introduced a heroic red lantern, Razer, who serves as the good guy's edgy, grumpy lancer with a heart of gold. Basically all the others are jerks.

Orange - Greed. There is only one Orange Lantern at a time because they're too greedy to let anyone else share the power. That's basically their whole deal. More of a gimmick villain than anything. Apparently comes in lego form.

Yellow - Fear. The oldest of the bad-guy lantern corps. Unlike most of the Lanterns, it's less important that a Yellow Lantern feel fear than that they cause fear, which is totally cheating. The problem is these guys fight the Green Lanterns, whose whole deal is they don't respond to fear, which means they're kinda doomed from the outset. The absolute funniest thing to ever happen with a Yellow Lantern ring was this:

Green - Will. Not an emotion, but they came first so they're allowed to break the theme. Green Lanterns are powered from sheer heroic willpower, which is why they are basically always good guys. They have the ability to use their lantern rings to construct anything they can imagine, but they're all boring motherfuckers who make boxing gloves or guns, which is why the best Green Lantern is Kyle Rayner, an artist.

Blue - Hope. These guys have the power to bolster nearby Green Lanterns, which makes sense - easier to hold onto willpower when you have hope backing you up. Depending on the story they can also nerf nearby bad-guy lanterns. The Flash has been one of these, but surprisingly Superman has not, which feels like a huge oversight.

Indigo - Compassion. Pretty small and niche, mostly just introduced as a plot device in the Blackest Night storyline. Their actual tangible ability lets them mirror the abilities other Lanterns, which is a cool way to make compassion a unique power. Unfortunately their lore is basically "they are all sociopaths incapable of feeling emotion without their lantern rings, which are used to 'cure' them, and this is fine. also they are 'tribal' and wear body paint and fight with sticks. this came out in 2010." that aside, cool concept I guess??

Violet - Love. The "star sapphires" can channel the power of love and decided to make that everyone's problem. Oscillate between being good guys and villains of the week depending on how much that writer hates Hal Jordan's girlfriend. They were the Token All-Lady Lanterns for a while until they were recently confirmed to be co-ed, they had just been operating on the assumption that only women are capable of Real Love while men must be Mistrusted or Controlled With It, because despite being an intergalactic civilization composed of thousands of different alien species and cultures, apparently '60s earth gender essentialism was receiving the Emotion-Reading Power Ring Seal Of Approval for millennia. Whenever Wonder Woman gets a lantern ring it's one of these.

Black - Death. Also not an emotion, but whatever. These guys are smart, mean zombies. As they got more powerful in the Blackest Night super-zombie apocalypse story, any superhero who had ever died and been brought back became a Black Lantern, which is totally cheating considering what franchise this is.

White - Life. ALSO not an emotion, but the vibe of these guys is that they're like all the other lanterns combined into their truest, purest form, in the same way that white light is a mix of every color. Almost like the concept of trying to draw hard delineations between human emotions is a losing battle! I think you're only allowed to use this one if you're in the last 95% of your limited run and the bad guy really needs to die already.

Ultraviolet - Being A Huge Bummer. I guess someone decided the lantern corps needed ninjas. Representing "invisible light," aka most light, their emotion is "all negative emotion", which is somehow distinct from rage, fear and greed. What I like most about DC comics is how none of the writers agree with each other about literally anything.

[sablegear0]

Thinking about @molagboop ‘s world-building about Chozo allopreening and realizing I may have accidentally/retroactively incorporated something similar into Electrochromic and now I feel like I should lean into it.

Because really (realistically?) it makes perfect sense that allopreening would be the way Samus expresses affection for people, at least early on before getting more accustomed to human social behaviour (and probably even after, just because it’s what she’s used to). I imagine, and have already established in EC, she’s not one for hugs or casual contact. That’s weird mammal stuff that’s been relegated to a very distant part of her memories. But allopreening has become reflexive for her, it’s low-contact, relatively innocuous, and you can get away with it around humans because they just tend to think you’re fussy about appearances. But the truth is she does it because it’s how she shows she cares. Her new human friends don’t have feathers to idly preen but they wear a lot of layers and adornments, all of which can use the occasional gentle adjustment.

In a military setting, if there’s something wrong with your uniform, you’re most likely to hear about it when your officer tells you off for it. Yet despite her apparent disdain for authority, Samus seems to care a lot about her squadmates’ kit. And yes, part of it is that she doesn’t want to have to stand around while someone gets jacked up by their CO for looking sloppy, but the main reason is that’s just her way of showing friendly affection; making sure your bars are pinned on straight or picking lint off your jacket or straightening a cuff or collar here and there.

Because to her, that’s just how you show you care about someone. Because she grew up with Old Bird gently picking the knots out of her hair, then showing her what a bent downy feather looks like so she could return the favour. Because Grey Voice would help clean up her scrapes from training and she’d spend a few minutes straightening the covert-feathers on his shoulders in return. Because it’s not an entirely alien gesture, it is something humans do and appreciate, and she takes a lot of comfort in that commonality.

I’ve already written it in at least once, maybe twice; in “Iron and Sulfur” she and Adam take a pause to neaten one another up before the officers’ formal, and in “Prussian Blue” there’s a brief moment she adjusts the fabric wrap that Adam is trying on. Adam, and probably Ian and Anthony too, would likely be on the receiving end of a lot of this casual preening, being the people she’s closest with. (But also perhaps because she has keen enough eyes to notice when things are awry, and also perhaps because something about all the extra bits and bobs on Adam’s uniform strike some particularly corvidy part of her brain.) I like to think they’re fine with it, even used to it, once the initial confusion about it wore off.

This habit was probably the singular personal-space transgression she would commit towards her coworkers, who she would otherwise try to keep at arm’s-length. Adam especially, who she would avoid contact with in all possible cases without explicit permission, except idly picking fuzz or brushing dust off her mildly puzzled CO. Adam probably saw it for it was pretty quickly, though I imagine Ian initially took it for an awkward kind of flirtation - which in some contexts it could be, for Chozo, but that’s not how Samus intended it. Anthony probably didn’t think much of it, any sign the weird new girl was more comfortable with the group was a good thing.

With fewer close friends now later in her career, the habit shows itself less frequently, but when it does, it’s often entirely subconscious. Samus might find herself rubbing grime off the unfamiliar bounty hunter she’d run into for the last few jobs, or brushing dust off the Marine captain she’d been working with the past couple weeks, and realize - perhaps with surprise, or even concern - “Oh, I see them as a friend now.” To an outside observer, it may seem like Bounty Hunter Samus Aran has some slightly odd ideas about personal space, but from her perspective, it’s a tacit assurance of “I care about you.”

[jazzpostsstuff]

Chapter: AXL Development Documents, Peatan

Like I've promised, today we're gonna talk about Peatan!

If you wish to see the full, neatly condenced profile right away, you can go to their page on my toyhou.se!

So,

Peatan is a blue nurse cyber-elf who used to be in Resistance's possesion. This happy playful fellow grew tired of living in the special cyber-elf containers, eventually conduring a plan of their own to escape the clutches of this organisation once and for all. Despite of low chances, their scheme was a success as they got brought to Neo Arcadia by Axl along with the Keeper Amulet they were hiding in. However, upon learning of the sacrificial nature of cyber-elves and Peatan's personal wish of exchanging their life to heal the wounds of someone else, their newly found repliroid friend chose to keep the blue nurse inside of the amulet so they won't self-sacrifice at the first opportunity. Luckily, Axl wasn't so harsh on Peatan, letting them out to view the places he was taking the cyber-elf to. The more time Peatan spent with Axl, the more they learnt about the material realm and complex feelings their inhabitors could experience. This allowed the blue nurse to mature as a person and acquire earthly attachments that were so alien to the digital beings who are the cyber-elves...

How do you distinguish Peatan from hundreds of other blue nurses? Well, you would only need to take a look at the cross on their hat! They also gain puffy white shorts underneath the dress upon evolving but that trait is a little more common than the black (deep blue) cross.

You may also say that Peatan has a skirt in the base form which nurses usually don't get until their first evolution, but after seeing this little drawing from a soundrack booklet (I think it was Mythos), I couldn't resist giving them to base forms too which does mean that all nurses in my continuity are not naked when they are babies *chuckle*.

Also did you know that Peatan is an elf you can obtain in the original Rockman Zero 2? They're in Kuwagust Ancatus' stage, after the optional Thunder Golem midboss, stuck in a container. However, when found in Chapter: AXL (since it's meant to have Zero's campaign as well, it just hasn't changed much so we didn't describe it), Peatan would fly away and Zero would receive a different blue nurse after the level if he speaks to one of the soldiers. If Zero has already beaten Crystal Cave stage and didn't get the elf prior, the cyber-elf container would be missing and he would still need to talk to a soldier.

And now it's time for development notes:

I thought our protagonist would need a companion on this journey who could lighten the mood and contrast with a more serious and grimmer version of Axl. The idea of an incredibly cheerful nurse cyber-elf that he would keep around to show what the material realm has to offer came pretty quickly and naturally after that. But why was it an elf that could originally be found in Z2? Well, it was kinda a placeholder but I was able to make the character work in the context of this story pretty easily so I saw no need to change them. In addition, Peatan had a slightly different backstory in the very first draft of Chapter 1, being a cyber-elf that saw one of their own kind sacrifice themselves. This inspired the elf to take their name, and dreaming of accomplishing the same goal one day, hoping to become just as cool and brave at the original Peatan before. Not only it was "a bit" messed up, but it also ended up not working with the timeline. The latter problem could have actually been patched, but I decided not to go through with it. Peatan is an embodinment of child-like innocence (at least in Ch1) and giving them a backstory like that could've been too much. Also I should mention that the idea for a talking ball of light companion was inspired by Sein - the guiding light from Ori and the Blind Forest which I happened to finish prior to conceptualizing Chapter: AXL. Sadly, Peatan wasn't much of a combantant by the end *chuckle*.

And (this isn't in the profile on toyhou.se because it would've made it too long), maybe some of you are also wondering why does Peatan have a lisp in Chapter 1 and not in Chapter 2? Well, if that wasn't obvious yet, they were a little child in Ch1 and they grew during the 2 month timeskip between it and Ch2 which is why they managed to get rid of the lisp. But why was it there in the first place? Well, I just thought it would convey their childness more and that it would be cute *grin*.

Although I've told you about most things that were already written down in the toyhou.se profile, you can still check it out!

Stay Tuned! ~

[wisheduponastar]

New Bounty (2k words, M/M & Gen)

For Day 20 of @danganronpashipmonths Saioma month. Inspired by the prompt : Sci-fi

Shuichi, Maki, and Kaito are bounty hunters in this sci-fi universe. They've stuck together for a while, and eventually decide to get a new target. One mysterious, and somewhat attractive, Kokichi Oma.

Read on Ao3 or below

Looking around, Shuichi briefly adjusted his gas mask again - pulling on the straps to make it that bit tighter. To his immediate left he could see more of the chaos of Clemen - incredibly crowded streets and skies, with at least one brawl going on. To his right was a wall, which was honestly just reassuring - less places (generally) to get attacked or pickpocketed from. Behind him were Kaito and Maki, waiting at the data collection point as new information was loaded onto their space-USB.

Kaito was in much of the same gear Shuichi was in, a gas mask, flexible but protective plated armour - except he’d painted his in an almost magenta purple - although it was probably a bit brighter than that. The fabric underneath and seams that connected the armour reflected the immediate galaxies and star patterns around them; which Kaito thought was cool - and Maki thought was a waste of tech. He had painted his armour in a dark blue, with black as the fabric underneath - no extra quirks.

Maki didn’t want or need armour, of course. He supposed that was one of the advantages of being a Miasmis, along with her other abilities. Being able to turn your skin either into weapons or crystal due to advanced morphing was pretty cool. Not that it stopped from carrying a frankly excessive amount of weapons anyway. She argued they were useful for bounty hunting.

Because that was what the trio had been doing these past few years (generally) - they’d been bounty hunting. Shuichi was generally their tracker, or their detective - working out where the target was. Kaito had turned out to be a great pilot and a good driver of most alien tech, so he got them to their destination (and enjoyed high speed pursuits slightly too much). Maki was the one who generally took their target down, and she was also just incredibly scary. That was always a bonus for when they were co-ordinating how much they should all be paid.

“It’s downloaded,” Maki announced, taking the USB in her hand and closing a fist around it.

“You not a fan of Clemen?” Kaito guessed, although he began to move away with her.

“Are you?” Maki shot back, cutting through the crowd and grabbing Kaito’s hand (she always said it was so he didn’t lose them).

“It’s certainly…” Shuichi considered his words, “Profitable.”

“You mean a den of criminal activity,” corrected Maki, “The sooner we get out of here, the better.”

With minimal conversation (and minimal difficulties) the three made it back to their ship, with Shuichi immediately plugging in the USB.

“Find any bounties near us?” Maki asked, half-reading over his shoulder.

“Yes, actually,” Shuichi had clicked on the profile already, “Kokichi Oma. Unknown species. Two separate people are asking for him.”

“Really?” Kaito asked, “What’d the guy even do?”

“One’s for robophobia,” Shuichi scrolled down for a few seconds, “And the other one doesn’t specify, but it’s a lot of money.”

“Who from?” Maki asked.

“Android named K1-B0.”

“The one that will pay us well.”

“Ah.” Shuichi scanned the page for a second, “The genius inventor Miu Iruma.”

“Miu Iruma?” Kaito questioned, “Dude, let’s go for him!”

“Why?”

“Cause it’s for Miu Iruma!” Kaito was grinning, “Y’know, the Miu Iruma? She invented most of what’s on high tech spaceships, half of our weapons are designed by her. The intricacies of aerodynamics in-”

“So where do we find him?” Maki cuts across Kaito, moving closer to Shuichi and scanning over the information herself. Both reading and watching Maki, Shuichi pinpoints the exact time they both recognise the ship listed as Kokichi’s. As luck would have it, it’s parked directly next to theirs. Their gaze immediately shifts out of the window, Maki’s eyes narrowing and glowing slightly red.

Kaito follows their gaze for a second, and then grins, “No way, that’s his ship? I guess the universe is with us on this one.”

“The universe is an inanimate object and doesn’t want us to succeed,” Maki points out, before beginning to move towards the weapons lab, “What are we waiting for, let’s go.”

Shuichi ends up grabbing his usual gear, along with Kaito. Maki takes her most expensive weapon, something dubbed a ‘nano-hurt’. It can transform into any weapon, apparently. Shuichi’s only seen it morph into four. Maki also takes multiple sleeping drugs, complaining about the lack of information on the file. It’s all very well trying to send someone to sleep with chemicals, but aliens have such different biology than one chemical could kill one, do nothing on another, and empower a third. It’s quite remarkable.

“Remember, he’s a wanted criminal - so I want both of my sidekicks to be careful,” Kaito said as they got off, looking around at the ship - seeing if any traps would immediately be obvious.

“Technically he’s not a criminal, just a wanted person.”

Maki rolled her eyes, “Technically that Keebo wanted him arrested for robophobia, so…”

Going up to the door, there was a second as they all stared before Kaito walked up and knocked. He didn’t try anything else, just went up and knocked. Shuichi could see Maki’s eyes glow red in annoyance and fear, but nothing happened. Frowning slightly, he took out their door opener (it was some high tech stuff that Maki had brought and didn’t tell them the name). As it attached to the door, there was a second or two while it whirred before the door slid away.

Looking among themselves, Maki walked in immediately and waited for a second before giving a subtle thumbs up behind her. Following closely, Kaito and Shuichi instinctively gripped their weapons - looking around curiously. With a hiss, the sensors around Shuichi’s gas mask suddenly opened as the door closed. The air in here was safe to breathe. Watching Kaito for a second, Shuichi let the mask hang around his neck - enjoying being able to breathe freely while on a bounty hunt.

He regretted taking the mask off though, maybe five seconds later. Gas descended from the ceiling, immediately making Kaito and Maki cough. Only a second later, Shuichi double-over as he joined them - wheezing, his eyes running slightly. He had a pounding headache, and black spots began to come over his vision - becoming larger and larger until his vision faded to black.

With a gasp, Shuichi opens his eyes again. The weight of his weapons are gone, he can feel that much, but his mask is still around his shoulder - and his armour is still on. In the… cell he’s in, he seems almost untouched. There is a nasty headache from the gas however. Listening. Shuichi tries to hear Kaito or Maki’s voice as he presses his hand up against the wall, trying to investigate. He’s sure Kaito’s first instinct is to scream, and if Shuichi can’t hear him he doubts he can hear Shuichi. But, after making sure there’s nothing on the walls, Shuichi straightens to call for help. “Guys? It’s me…”

He hesitates, not wanting to use his full name, “The detective on the case! The one who led us to our last assignment through a cheese store?”

There’s no response from any of his friends, but there's a laugh from in front of him. As Shuichi bunches his fists, the wall becomes transparent. And Shuichi blinks in disbelief at what he sees.

There is a human in front of him. There is, definitely, a human in front of him. He’s shorter than Shuichi, although not by a ridiculous amount, and he has dyed purple hair - along with purple eyes. Something in the back of his mind lets him know that his captor is very attractive, and precisely Shuichi’s type. Shuichi ignores that bit of his brain.

Instead, he focuses on the rational side of his mind, and asks, “Who are you?”

“Awww, not who am I? Or where am I?” The human comes slightly closer, a pout on his face, “So the memory gas didn’t work on you, huh?”

“Memory gas?” Shuichi repeats, taking a step back, “No - it didn’t. What memory gas?!”

“Neeheehee, who knows?” His smile becomes slightly larger, “I am a liar, afterall.”

“So you were lying just now?”

“Yeah. Whatevs. Big deal,” he rolls his eyes, “I knocked you out with chloroform. Now, what’s your name?”

“My name?”

“Are you gonna have a habit of repeating me?” He questions, “I’m only tolerating it cause you’re my favourite, y’know.”

Deciding not to comment on the last bit, Shuichi took a deep breath. The longer he could keep his enemy talking, the more time Maki or Kaito had to escape. “I’m… Shuichi.”

“You sure? You don’t sound sure.”

“Yes.” “Do you wanna know mine?”

“Sure.”

“Ok,” Kokichi grinned, “You’ve got to beg for it, though.”

“What do you mean beg for it?”

“On your knees, y’know. That sorta thing.”

“I’m not begging you.”

“What about… a game?”

“A game?” Shuichi thought for a second, “In exchange for what?”

“If you win, I tell you my name,” His captor stepped closer to the wall between them, “And if you win - I’ll remove this!”

“You’ll let me go?” “No. I’ll remove this,” his eyes seem to sparkle, “I could still tackle you or something, y’know.”

Shuichi stared at the boy for a second, before he smiled, “You wouldn’t.”

“Are you challenging me?”

Hoping this could be his ticket out, Shuichi tried to mimic the boy's grins, “Yes.”

His smile suddenly becomes more infectious, and then he suddenly sits down, cross-legged. In a way, he reminds Shuichi of a cat - graceful, and like a trickster. Shuichi always liked cats. Gesturing next to him, the boy makes a hand motion to the free space, inviting Shuichi to come and sit next to him. And for some reason, Shuichi does - almost immediately. And for some reason, he blushes slightly at how close they are.

“I think we should give each other nicknames,” the boy suddenly declares, “You want to go first?”

“I- why… are we giving each other nicknames?” Shuichi asks.

“Well, you need to call me sooomething. And a nickname’s perfect for that!”

“Ok, but how can I give you a nickname already, we barely know each other.”

“Hmmm,” he seems to consider it, head tilted slightly in thought, “I know - we can play another game!”

“Another game?” Shuichi says, somewhat skeptically.

“Yep.” He grins, “Let’s play two lies, one truth.”

“Isn’t it two truths, one lie?”

“Well… I’m a liar,” He answers, as if that explains it. “Now my turn! Ok… I run an evil organisation, it has over ten thousand members, and I killed your friends!”

“You-” Shuichi cuts himself off, trying to think rationally. His captor doesn’t honestly seem very malicious, more curious and playful, almost fun. “The lie is… it’s an evil organisation?” “Bzzt! Wrong!” He grins, “You have one more guess, or I’ll take your soul.”

“Sure,” Shuichi deadpans, something in his heart fluttering as he hears the boy laugh in response, “Is it that it has over ten thousand members?”

“Ding, ding, ding! Ten points to Shumai!”

“Shumai?”

“Yeah, it’s my nickname for you,” he explains, “Do you like it? Do you? Do you?”

“Yes, I do,” something in Shuichi is surprised as he realises it’s an honest response,” My turn?”

“Yup,” the boy leans back slightly, “Show me your worth, peasant!”

Deciding to ignore him, Shuichi thinks for a second, “Ok. I’m… thirty-three, I used to be a detective before I ended up in space… and I… really miss my dog.”

“You used to be a detective,” the boy says, “Honestly Shuichi, that was like… suuuper easy. Try again.”

“Ok. I miss my uncle, I had a degree in criminology back on Earth… and I wear contacts.”

This time, it takes him a second more to decide, face in a mask of careful neutrality before there’s suddenly a grin, “You miss your uncle. That was better, though.”

“Good enough for me to know your name?”

He laughs, “Fiiiine. But only cause you’re fun, mkay? I’m Kokichi Oma!”

“Kokichi,” Shuichi repeats, making sure he gets the pronunciation right, “You’re from Japan, right?”

“Ding, ding, ding,” Kokichi smiles, “Bonus points if you can get my postcode!”

“No,” Shuichi says flatly, although something in him smiles. Something about Kokichi… makes him smile.

[cultofsappho]

20 questions for fic writers

Thank you so much @myheartalivewrites!! i feel so guilty getting these tags when I haven't posted on ao3 in a hot minute haha

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently, 16. but i orphaned a lot back in the day. I think i've probably written closer to 25-30 total in my life.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

300,037!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Red, White & Royal Blue mostly but i've been thinking baout branching out soon. I've also written Snowbaz, Cemetery Boys, and Jonjay

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Family Lines

How To Be Friends With The FSOTUS

With All The Air In My Lungs

Asking For Permission

Décollage

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to but i'm not the best honestly, working on getting better and replying to more! I always feel guilty when I can't think of a response haha

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely I'm Taking A Ride With My Best Friend. It's bittersweet to say the least. When you've gone through hell and back with your person, and he's hurt you, but he's also the best part of your life... how do you move forward? how do you re-learn to coexist when you're no longer running for your life? I somehow thought I could answer those questions in one epilogue chapter....

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my endings are very very happy, but probably Family Lines. Adoption, and family, and recovery, and ahhhh adorable family being adorable things!!

2nd place might be Poison in His Blood bc i wrote this angsty ass chonic illlness werewolf au fic and the fluffy (lol) ending took all of us by suprise I think

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really, but i've had a few like "i really wanted it to end like ____ :( " or "I think there's more you could have dug into with ____ :(" which i know aren't hate, but disppointing readers feels similar.

And once, a trump supporter got mad at me in my Superman and Lois fic's comments. Which is still fucking hilarious to this day bc for some reason they thought a literal alien wouldn't support immigration reform... and this was a comic book fan fic about superman's son being bi as all hell... fascinating...

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes and no. Have I written smut? yes. like, twice total. Do I enjoy writing it? no. I read a ton of it but, it's not my writing niche.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not yet!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not yet! very open to it tho!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No and I don't think I would. I'm too much of a perfectionist

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

alex and henry 🥺 the best boys of all best boys

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

the spiderman one. I had an idea for Henry being Pretty Darn Sure that Alex is spiderman and putting himslf into situations where he'd run into him but... if across the spiderverse didn't reignite my love for spiderman enough to write it then idk what will

16. What are your writing strengths?

probably dialogue, including internal dialogue, I think. It comes much easier to me than ambiance/setting descripitons.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

smut for one. definitely need to work on pacing too.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I avoid it heavily. I took 4 years of french in high school but it's been years since then and my knowledge on it is preschool at best. another thing to work on tho!!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I can't even remember anymore and I never want to know. trist me, you want me to repress that shit even more than I do.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

jesus how could any writer pick??? Maybe I'm Taking A Ride With My Best Friend. It's my longest fic, and was definitly my biggest challenge. And, although there's things I'd change about it if I could, i'm still very proud of what I made! my traumatic little baby...

oh my no idea who to tag here so i'm going for the mutuals again, so sorry if you've already been tagged and no pressure!! @penna-nomen @cosmicalart @sherryvalli @jesuisici33 @14carrotghoul @cha-melodius and open tag to anyone who hasn't shared yet!!

[morealias]

I saw your message on the post about webcomics and you mentioned you were an avid reader of various webcomics. Do you have a top 10 to look at?

Top ten? Ugh... that's hard... hmmm...

Comics I never stopped keeping up with despite it being difficult or inconvenient:

Sluggy Freelance - This will not be for everyone, Pete's art isn't very good at first, but it gets better pretty quickly. It has a twenty-six year archive though so dive in at your own time risk. Very mixed between "days in the lives of a pair of nerd pals" and "weird high adventure". Schlock Mercenary - Another that starts not so very pretty art wise, but Howard gets better fast. It has a roughly twenty year seven day a week archive that never missed an update, but Schlock Mercenary has ended so you will eventually catch up. Follows the trials and tribulations (and exhultations) of a space mercenary company and it's titular Sergeant who looks like a pile of poo... the comic dumps the crude humour pretty quickly. Girl Genius - The art was starts good and gets better, but then Phil Folio was n artist and a comic artist for decades before he started on Girl Genius. It also has a twenty-one year archive, but it only updates Mon-Wed-Fri so it's not as deep as the above two. Consistently good story about a gaslamp hero all the way through, but it has side-comic interruptions which have only tangential relationships with the main story.

Freefall - Decent consistent art throughout. Twenty-five year archive, but it's also Mon-Wed-Fri, so it's also not too bad to get into to. Follow the adventures of a solo rapscallion alien in human space and his AI sidekicks (a robot and upraised wolf). Deals deeply with AI rights and what it means to be "human".

Atomic Robo - Written by Brian Clevinger of 8-Bit Theater fame and arted by Scott Wegener of... well Atomic Robo fame (also some Marvel comics, but they're not as important). It's hard to say how deep the archive is as it's organized like a series of comic books, because it was originally issued as comics, but eventually went online to spread readership. There are currently roughly 80 comics, so that's the archive. It follows the adventure of the titular Atomic Robo and his team of fighting Action Scientists as they repeatedly act to save the world from various mad and sometimes just angry scientists.

Other comics I follow, some more recent, some older, all current:

Fantasy/D&D webcomics: The Abominable Charles Christopher; Handbook of Heroes; Rusty & Co; Fairmeadows, Order of the Stick; Swords; Friendship is Dragons; Sunderhunt; Dungeon Doodles; Sunderhunt; The Littlest Warrior; Prequel†; Use Sword on Monster†; Oglaf‡ Sci-Fi and Post-Apoc webcomics: Kill Six Billion Demons‡; Ten Thousand Earth Shattering Blows; Darth & Droids; Bicycle Boy; Rising Sand, Blue Milk Special†; Outsider†, PS238†

Slice of Life/Meta-commentary on gaming culture webcomics: Girls and Slingshots; Something Positive, Full Frontal Nerdity; Penny Arcade

Comics that have ended because they are now print, but look them up if you can because they were awesome: Sin Titulo; Templar, Arizona I was going to put The Abominable Charles Christopher here too, but then I remembered it's been updating lately and I really need to catch back up with it ...

† Sporadic or slow update "schedule". ‡ NOT SAFE FOR WORK

[miloscat]

[Review] Blue: Legend of Water (PSX)

A primitive 3D diving adventure.

I’m now following up my Subnautica: Below Zero run by playing other aquatic-themed games. This one is more in line with games like Endless Ocean and Beyond Blue, a third person adventure about diving to discover mysteries under the sea. Compared to these more recent games, it has less wildlife interaction and more of a faux-archaeological focus, attached to dated Japanese adventure game conventions... but it has a cool dolphin companion!

Blue (or “b.l.u.e.” as it’s pretentiously rendered) was developed by CAProduction, who had done a few action games previously and who afterwards seem to have sadly been consigned to toil in the Mario Party co-developer mines. It’s quite unlike anything else they made and stands out for its ambition in the time of early 3D games. I played it using the English translation patch finalised late last year by Hilltop, as it was previously Japan-exclusive. They did a great job localising it so it feels very natural.

The story is set in the near future and has Maia, a young woman, visiting her dad at his research base studying some sunken ruins. She goes for dives with Luka the dolphin who is apparently “on the payroll”, finding that the ancient technology reacts to her uniquely. This leads to danger in a sunken ship, puzzles and traps in various sections of the ruin, strange creatures, some light political intrigue, and ultimately an “ancient aliens” conspiracy and destiny-of-humanity type stuff.

The diving gameplay is serviceable and simple. An air meter is your only concern, as damage from enemies and traps just drains air. A slow turning circle and dodgy camera in the often tight confines of the dives can lead to a feeling of clumsiness, but it’s difficult to get lost with the game’s generous provision of maps and frequent air refill spots. The puzzles are not too taxing, and the AI dolphin buddy is a nice addition that works well enough with its simple toolset of commands, while lending a gratifying air of companionship to the adventure.

The pain points for me were the segments in between dives, where you wander the base and interact with the other scientists and workers stationed there. The pace is incredibly plodding, with Maia slowly waddling between points of interest (many of them empty most of the time) and the dialogue crawling by. On top of this are poorly-conceived logic gates, where progress happens seemingly randomly, and hidden flags locking away the better endings are determined by you catching missable scenes and doing particular actions in the right order. A first-time player has no hope of playing these tedious sections “correctly” so I highly recommend using a guide as I did to save my sanity. After all, I’m here for the diving adventure, not for a player-hostile point-and-click experience.

My big takeaway for Blue is how ahead of its time it was. This kind of cinematic diving adventure feels very limited by the hardware with its warping textures, and the low polygon count forcing small and simplified environments, as well as by its sometimes clunky controls. But as an early example of this type of game it’s quite accomplished and has a pretty well-developed world. Also, did I mention the dolphin friend? (You also get a dinosaur friend later on!)

[ardeawritten]

Way of Water thoughts, not much spoilers

Drove about 200 miles and 5 hrs to see Way of Water with a bunch of friends and coworkers. It was, as expected, a visual spectacle. I'd say script-wise it was leaps and bounds better than the first. I actually enjoyed the kids! They had decent dynamics, fun little plots, grew up a bit, were not dumb, etc. Jake was a Military Dad in blue skin, and the two (2) adult women represented on screen oscillated between hyper-protective, judgemental and incredibly violent. (I'm not counting random military general gal, she did nothing but drink coffee and give one order) Did not appreciate how no woman is ever shown to be hospitable or caring towards the Other. It would have been a great moment to contrast Neytiri's warrior identity and the walls, wounds and fatigue she carries with the island chief's wife's role as healer in a peaceful tribe. Give Neytiri a little support structure in the form of an older woman in a superior social position who also understands what she's come through. But no, they had to make the wife bitchy and judgemental and constantly Othering the kids? Why?? And also make Neytiri bitchy and judgemental too?? Cameron what is your problem with adult women. Have you never seen women be genuinely nice to each other. Do you not understand the concept of village co-parenting or like, any form of genuine hospitality. Both things your inspiration cultures take pretty seriously.

Did wonder though what the consensus is going to be on Cameron's use of Polynesian culture as the Exotic Alien Paradise while all the humans are dirty evil or white male academics. Still waiting for him to quit doing "White Savior and the Noble Savage Aliens" and start doing actual indigenous characters and cultures as participants in the adventure instead of just its inspiration. Couldn't help but wonder what kind of film we'd have had if he'd had Polynesian or Maori human characters interact with his Island Paradise, as scientists or explorers or navigators or another component of the allied human population. Give them a moment to be all 'hey, yeah, we also are bipedal arboreal humanoids who live on a mostly-ocean planet and have adapted, I bet we've got so much convergent culture!'

I guess it's a good litmus test for Fantasy Races Inspired By X: If a few folks from X culture showed up on the page or screen and met the ones you created, how would that conversation go?

[ronans-sepiaphotograph]

I posted 3,932 times in 2022

That's 289 more posts than 2021!

34 posts created (1%)

3,898 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@smolcattowo

@chibichococloud123 (thanks for the tag<333)

@pitipossum

@babbling-brook-of-books

@fauxdaylight

I tagged 567 of my posts in 2022

#adam parrish - 75 posts

#ronan lynch - 63 posts

#pratt's fics - 58 posts

#the raven cycle - 58 posts

#the raven king - 57 posts

#greywaren spoilers - 54 posts

#maggie stiefvater - 54 posts

#richard campbell gansey iii - 54 posts

#blue sargent - 54 posts

#noah czerny - 54 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#imagine adam being a boxer all powerful yet graceful as he moves and ronan is at the side of the ring *almost* biting the head of his mic

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

AO3 FIC MASTERLIST:

Been meaning to do this for a while so here we go. An incomplete list of my fics on AO3:

1. You stole a piece of my heart and took it with you.

Fandom: All For The Game-Nora Sakavic, Carry On Series-Rainbow Rowell

Word count: 15k+

Summary:

Neil Josten has been kidnapped and Andrew's life turns upside down, months after Baltimore happened. Somewhere in London, a particular Simon Snow gets hurt out of nowhere, leaving more questions than before. Will Andrew Minyard find Neil? Will Baz and Penny find out what is happening to Simon? What happens when all of them cross paths? Will they survive or will they lose what they fought so hard to gain?

Archive warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, major character death

Completion status: Complete

2. Can I call you tonight?

Fandom: Raven Cycle-Maggie Stiefvater, All For The Game-Nora Sakavic

Word count: 90k+

Summary:

And then they were roommates.

Adam and Andrew are best friends turned roommates turned co-workers. Andrew is searching for a new roommate since Adam lives at the Harvard campus with Neil Josten. And Andrew's roommate turns out to be a certain blue-eyed boy who Adam knows. Will Adam face Ronan Lynch again? After breaking his heart or will he choose to not face him at all? And will Neil find out that Andrew has a thing for him? Or will Andrew have to make a grand confession of love?

This is a story about friendships, caring and most importantly, finding love in the cracks that time leaves.

Archive warnings: -

Completion status: Complete

3. My Daddy loves you, Mr. Lynch.

Fandom: Raven Cycle-Maggie Stiefvater

Word count: 55K+

Summary:

Adam Parrish is a successful lawyer, single dad living in New York with one of his best friends. Ronan Lynch is a kindergarten teacher, part-time farmer living in New York with his pet Raven.

It's been six years since they saw each other, after Ronan broke up with him and now Adam is turning 25 and Gansey and Blue kidnap Ronan for Adam's birthday.

What happens when his particularly attractive, magical ex-boyfriend enters his life again? And Adam is hearing things again. Is it just him or is his magic coming back to him? Will Adam allow himself to have it again, with his and his baby boy's heart on the line or will he let Ronan go? But what if some bonds are never meant to be broken? What if one particular baby is magical too? Maybe love and magic are the answers.

Archive warnings: -

Completion status: Complete

4. Pinch of salt.

Fandom: All For The Game-Nora Sakavic

Word count: 50k+

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28 notes - Posted January 23, 2022

#4

PYNCH PRETTY WOMAN AU PYNCH PRETTY WOMAN AU PYNCH PRETTY WOMAN AU PYNCH PRETTY WOMAN AU PYNCH PRETTY WOMAN AU

HERE WE GO IM SO EXCITED IM SCREAMING SKDJSKD

30 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

#3

Is it just me or the scene where Adam touched Ronan, who's become this weird alien entity and laughs is pretty similar to that scene in Howl's Moving Castle when Sophie touches Howl, who's become this weird bird thing and he recognises her??

36 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

#2

IM- ???????

They have my heart

37 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

This is literally Andreil

154 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

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[phrootsnacks]

jjba thursday: part 4 ep 37-39

woa the final jjba thursday....... what will I do now. it has been a busy day for me and im super stressed out about final projects but I got to eat thai food so it's alright

and now to see how part four ends!!!!

episode 37: Shining D (Diamond) is Unbreakable, Part 1

stop. bullying this eleven year old

hell yeah!!!!

fate changed! fucking finally

yeah. striving for peace and tranquility. by murdering people, obviously

punches you so hard your suit changes color

why did. you put meow meow in deadly queens abdomen. what

deliciously apropos

*josuke screams* jotaro: "hmm I thought I heard josuke, but it was just the rain" WHAT the fuck they are literally around the corner what do you MEAN

lol

you know what they say about assuming things

death note but stupid

hell yeah hayato

oh god

w.. was that a football reference?!

josuyasu bros are ride or die hayato, what dont you get

episode 38: Shining D (Diamond) is Unbreakable, Part 2

ok

um.......

oh

sfx intro!!!!!! honestly I prefer this theme I didn't like the reversed one as much. altho it was really cool. and this one has sfx!!!!!!

billion bro.... no......... :(

wait... is yoshikage kira pirate coded?? I know this is out of the blue but ive been thinking abt it for a while

if anything hayato proves koichi is really pathetic

wow. thats really. I would not have predicted that. death note but smart??

wow

are jotaro and co going to ignore that too

no!!!! don't hurt meow meow!!!!!!

BILLION BRO IS BACK!!!!!!!!

oh my god

:,)

fucking finally jotaro and co walk around the corner

episode 39: Goodbye, Morioh - The Heart of Gold

why are EMTs here anyway

um

uhmm.....

um?!?!?! (you know im watching the english dub right. why was that delivery like. That)

woa

ljkasdkljfdsjkldfssdjksdjkdfsjjfdsjfdsjlksd

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh!!! my!!! god!!!!!!!

hell yeah hell yeah hell!! yeah!!!!!!!!!! but. I dont want her to deal with him for all of eternity

lets fucking GO!!!! star platinum punches you into oblivion!!!!

oh shit is right holy fuck

"life can be bizarre" - jotaro kujo, jojo's bizarre adventure

wow. no peace or tranquility for yoshikage kira. how unfortunate

awww rohan :,)))

even the alien and okuyasu's gremlin dad showed up to say goodbye to the ghost!

how does hayato break the news......

did they. end up getting the arrow I forgor

again this show is like. really weirdly political

what. josuke you little shit lol

WHAT DO YOU MEAN JOSEPH IS NOW THE INVISIBLE BABY'S FATHER

good job on your doctorate, jotaro kujo

and then they ate italian food :D

this show is just. full of so many freaks huh

man. what an ending. this part was really good. it was just so silly and fun all of the time except for the serial killer but even still the serial killer was also pretty fun you know. but I really enjoyed this part and I enjoyed having jojo's bizarre adventure thursdays :)