#I based this design on a lambo

[thegoldenshi-shi]

Hey there! It's been a while, but I'm the same anon that asked for advice redesigning the Aerialbots (still haven't gotten around to that...)! But I'm here to ask for some more advice, if that's okay...

I wanted to make a fanfic including Sunstreaker, but there's barely any canon content (specifically animated, which I watch the most) on him... any advice on writing him? You're the Sunny expert, after all... 💛

Hello Aerialbot Anon, nice to have you back hehe. I don't know about being the Sunny expert, all this just started with the brain-rot from @shyspider fanfics and fell into Lambo hell… But! I'm happy you sent in an ask and will do my best to help!

I've been thinking hard about how to answer your ask. Since I'm an artist, I spent a lot of time designing how he looked and worked his personality into his finished design. Writers don't have the luxury of just adding visual cues though, so I scratched around in my head and made up a quick list of the main points I kept in mind that might help you figure out what kind of Sunstreaker you want.

When he manages to show up in canon, he's usually a narcissist and very difficult to get along with, so I made him very confident in his looks and very good at his job while being dismissive of people who don't outright impress him.

I wanted him to have more than one dimension, so I decided that he bases most of his worth around his appearance and competence. He's a little jaded and belittles those around him because he doesn't want attachments that can hurt him later. (Also, I made him sarcastic and difficult to get along with in contrast with Sideswipe as the "friendly" twin.)

He's used to, and dislikes, superficial relationships. Sunny is always getting surface-level compliments and so he's numb to them and actively avoids them. That scene in Guardians of the Galaxy where Drax said "beautiful people never know who to trust"? That's Sunny.

Looking at this list, my Sunstreaker is essentially a beautiful but aggressive shelter cat.

Of course, all of this is just for my interpretation of Sunstreaker. Yours might be a bright-eyed sparkling or a pretty-boy assassin, or a battle-hardened old coot with loads of scars. Who knows? With so little canon content for the mech, he's almost a blank slate, which can be a little daunting to work with.

If you can find a fanfiction with Sunny that you like, or even a similar character to get ideas from, that'll help too... I hope I went into enough detail and that this can help you out?

Feel free to drop by my inbox any time if you have any more questions or just want to chat~

[transformers-abyssal-star]

Praxian Trio redesign!!!

God I forgot Barricade

With Earthspark dropping I decided to re work my Prowl.

He's not a Cop, since he is based of the Covenant of Primus version of him, who before the war was a Technician alongsides Bluestreak.

Prowl still became te Autobots SIC and Blue is still the most chatty sharp shooter

Prowl and Bluestreak was already there when the Quintessons invaded so they're quite old.

Smokescreen emerged during the last days of peace on Cybertron, so he's far younger that Prowl and Blue - Prowl took him in as his ward alongside the Lambo twins

Should I add more "clothing"? To their design

[heydoodlebugart]

I don't know if Tumblr is the best spot for posting Adopts, but I'm really proud of these three duck dinos. So here are some Cottagecore Hadrosaurs I have for sale over on my FA page:

I saw KingSmiggle's Lambo Base a while ago, and sometimes I just want to colour a little you know?

Base by KingSmiggles | Edits & Designs by me

[artsy-hobbitses]

So looking at what you said about the boys and girls sense of taste in fashion gala. I bring you some examples from last year and see if this is what you meant. I based this on what the lambo twins and Stella could ask for based on what you said about surprise me fashion.

Sunstreaker going tits out on the gala is Peak Sunstreaker and I’m glad the designer (you!!!) understood the assignment 😂

Also is that actually my mans Jean-Paul Beaubier/Northstar???

Swashbuckler fashion for Sideswipe is EVERYTHING he could ever ask for 💖

That Sailormoon outfit is SO CUTE I would likely lose the frills attached to the girdle/train but otherwise that is A+++ Strongarm material IF SUNNY’S SHOWING OFF HIS GOODS ON THE CARPET SO CAN SHE

[clowngags]

The Joker’s Club && Base of Operations

Joker’s club is called Feste (after the jester from Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night). It is a hugely popular nightclub in Gotham and I headcanon that the club featured in Suicide Squad as well as the one in Rick Ross’ Purple Lambo music video are simply different areas of Feste. The vibe is essentially Mardi Gras meets BDSM, and Joker fosters a culture of all misfits being equally welcome, so long as they play by the rules. The club plays predominantly trap music and anything featuring a heavy and addictive beat, and often features a variety of displays on stage as well as hired dancers stationed throughout the club. Most nights, Feste is open to anyone willing to pay the cover fee, and one can often pay one’s way into the VIP lounge as well, but the club does regularly host fetish nights, invitation-only parties, and can even be rented (at exorbitant expense) for private events. Although Feste is not a strip club, it does have a highly sexual and fetishized reputation (as well as strongly sapphic), and attendance is not for the faint of heart. It’s even rumored that the basement floor houses a dungeon, and that some of the dominatrices who regularly perform on stage are available there to fulfill some of the more wealthy patrons’ darker fantasies.

Joker runs a lot of her business from the VIP lounge (overlooking the dance floor below) where she has her own designated booth (as seen in SS), although she also has an office with a proper desk in the back that she rarely uses. Admittance to the VIP area is either very pricey or by reputation only. Certain figures in Gotham city keep regular booths there, but no one gets to Joker’s table without passing through at least three security checkpoints. The building that Feste occupies is in almost the exact center of downtown Gotham, and Joker’s penthouse apartment takes up the top two floors. One could go down to the county office to look up what businesses the other floors are leased to, but even government records aren’t that reliable. The structure is widely known to be Joker’s primary base of operations, although its host isn’t always in attendance. Even so, security is tight, bordering on extreme. There are cameras everywhere and nothing happens in that club that Joker doesn’t know about. Rest assured, if someone notable walks through the front door, security will be notifying Mr. J within the minute, regardless of her presence within the club itself.

[the-firebird69]

AK Sportscars AK40 | GT40 replica with Ford Coyote engine

https://www.aksportscars.co.uk/ak-40/

It looks worth it but the frame is not that good and these guys don't build a good friend I would not buy it and recommending people don't buy these kids they're using their own frames and their frames are crap we checked it out too and they're doing it on purpose they're a bunch of problems they act like they have nothing to do because they're delusional as hell and they're trying to hit other higher-ups and his stuff looks like crap to them and they don't buy it and I was thinking of making the kit because these idiots and their dumb technique and their failures and they're delusional and demented and mental patients.

-does more happenings and our son doesn't care too much Max these people are mentally ill from birth and so what you just ordered a bunch of retarded people that's terrifyingly stupid he feels great that you have confidence in it and it's not really willing to argue and you don't understand it's like a process and you're not involved in a lot of it and we know you're not here's what's happening too people are calling for these kits they're sending out tons of them with the frame and these people are making their own frames and using existing chassis and they fit on several different vehicles with some modification it's a pain in the ass but it works and it's extremely fast this is a top-of-the-line vehicle and their carbon is not that bad is it going about 800 and that's faster than they've ever gone and all the shops in La can handle it and The Rock boight about 5000 that does people buying them. Pitbull about a million from one manufacturer and he has tens on using existing chassis and the materials from the frame yes, and Riddick Vince Diesel bought 50,000 and Stallone and there are two different guys he went a hundred thousand and Tony Stark who is a third guy same clan okay he bought about a million and he likes them and they're really nice there's other people who bought more Ben Arnold but 3 million and the list goes on

Her son is encouraged our son is encouraged and he gets along with Ken and says that we could reissue the Bradley GT and make a Bradley GT3 he says why not it says it's a good idea and they make a lot of parts and at first you could just deliver from everywhere he's laughing you can make this price and has some padding and just order it all and send it to that address and take forever and it's true but really they're only like four places to buy from and he goes good and use a certain chassis for the Bradley GT3 and it says you get all these parts that are basically aftermarket parts for the Corvette and and cars like that so he's kind of excited and he wants to see it again he wants to figure out how to do it and our son and daughter want to help and he says it could be like a long-range project of several months from now but it's based on the lambo project and he agrees it's a good idea

We're going to start trying to figure out how to do that he says the design is the important part and the chassis and he thinks he has an idea that the Bradley GT3 will be probably not a huge car it'll be like the GT2 put on like a mustang or a Camaro and we agree and what he says is some of them are not that much and they start out with like a 350 and they'll whopping 180 and with the Bradley GT the new one it'll probably go about 1200 miles an hour and it's true it will go way too fast and that's what we're worried about

Thor Freya

I'm thinking of a more tame vehicle. Well you're right kind of people want the speed and they're getting this car which means they want it so to look at it and Chow fat is thinking about it and making a kit for a third one that's not the dagger and he says it look more like a kit and it would be a Bradley and it does have her it's advantages anybody and he says well the tracks a lot of attention and he gets that put the head guys and so he gets that too and you're right though not just organized to the resistance so he's going to look at just modernizing it and see how it looks and we know how it looks looks pretty good

I want to do this idea it's a great idea millions that makes millions of dollars

Ken and yeah there is like four or five places depends what car you get parts from Corvettes are kind of pricey but they are shaped right and the seats and everything but he says it's a lot aftermarket for even windshields which would be like $200 instead of $3,000 I noticed that too and you are correct and you can get all the parts of the doors and everything from there so I wonder if you could use the door things like that I wonder what you're saying you make it real easy

Ken

We're going to head and we're going to add some stuff so what we want to do cuz that sounds like fun making the Bradley kit car company and our son doing it if someone doesn't get to it they don't think they're going to that's what they say is taking forever and it's really it would be a lot of fun it's not really that hard and we can help

Thor Freya

It's a cool idea and we want to do it with him and he wants us to and we're going to look at it again but boy this is a nice idea and he says it'll be months away and start working on it as part of the lambo project and we agree it's an awesome project and it's worked

Frank Castle hardcastle

That little car saved a lot of lives that Lamborghini and really to look for a kit for it is not that hard they have a lot of them is absolutely not true there's only like one company and they're very small and we don't think it's a front and he was really upset he said there's too many and he says you just do the best you can in you get orders at your store or shop and you open a few factories by having some people at least you the factory and everything he says well that's cool so he started doing it and he's got like 10 factories he's leasing and he's making tons of money nope it's a good idea it will probably start doing it now cuz the symbology

Duke nukem Blockbuster

[highlightsocce]

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[atlexoticrentals]

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[bitcofun]

Cryptocurrencies Ethereum Name Service designer recognizes difficulties in Vitalik's cost proposition Oluwapelumi Adejumo · 1 week back · 2 minutes read ENS designers argued that Vitalik Buterin's proposition does not take the "availability" of these domain to users into account. 2 minutes read Updated: September 9, 2022 at 7: 28 pm Cover art/illustration by means of CryptoSlate Ethereum Name Service ( ENS) lead designer Nick Johnson stated the procedure would need to make some modifications prior to executing Vitalik Buterin's brand-new cost structure. The very first point raised issues about the kinds of names and just how much distinction this would make to the cost structure. Johnson highlighted that names might be human names, trademark name, and generic terms. According to him, the majority of propositions to utilize market-based prices concentrate on generic terms, however this is not likely to use to other names like human names and brand. For example, while it is useful that a generic term winds up with somebody who would put it to great usage, this might not work for human names and brand. He argued that brand names ought to not have a hard time to hold a name that got its appeal due to their efforts. Johnson continued that there are likewise externalities to think about in the calling system, which may make it unappealing for an individual holding a name to pay more. If they lose the name, the users will bear the majority of the expenses.Cryptocurrencies Harberger registrars The ENS designer likewise went over a concept he described Harberger Registrars, which would permit ENS to provide 1- and 2- character names under a various set of guidelines. With this system, the character names would be spent for based upon the Harberger Tax Scheme. While the initial owner will pay lease based upon the worth connected to the name, those who purchase subdomains on the names will still keep their ownership even if the moms and dad domain is moved.Cryptocurrencies Subdomains Another ENS designer Jeff Lau yielded that the domain might have been too inexpensive thinking about how rapidly the 3 letter names offered out. In hindsight, this might have been too low-cost offered how rapidly 3 letter names have actually offered out just recently. And something that permits vibrant pricing/renewals might launch a few of these names by evaluating those that aren't utilizing the names however need to pay high charges.-- jefflau.eth (@_jefflau) September 9, 2022 Lau continued that Buterin's proposition focused more on the problems of blockage and financing for the ENS DAO without providing availability much idea. She continued that subdomains might assist fix "Vitalik's forecast that there will no longer be any meaningful.eth names delegated sign up," while likewise bringing more ease of access. I believe that subdomains will be the response to this. If Vitalik's forecast that there will no longer be any meaningful.eth names delegated sign up. I believe subdomains can take the location of.eth for available, functional names that might be either complimentary or really low-cost-- jefflau.eth (@_jefflau) September 9, 2022 Lau concluded that the "ENS rates was constantly developed to be altered due to the fact that we understood that we most likely would not get it right the very first time which things might require to alter."Cryptocurrencies Buterin argued that ENS domain are low-cost. Buterin had argued that ENS offered most domains at a low rate, enabling squatters to get the majority of the treasured names of the domain. okay wow, half of yall actually believe that somebody ought to have the ability to lock down every five-letter word in the Scrabble dictionary (that includes unique things like "ZORIL") for a century for less than the cost of 4 lambos. https://t.co/2AWSR0qkQh-- vitalik.eth (@VitalikButerin) September 5, 2022 He continued that the low-cost rates did not make adequate cash for the ENS DAO. To fix this, Buterin

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[lidoshka]

Their plate is “BADMNJR”

I wanted to draw more fanart for the series “A Different Baby” by Vonigner so I decided to draw Trunks’ car.

er... well, I tried to draw Trunks’ car, but unfortunately I have a terrible case of selective amnesia and I had no idea what that car was supposed to look like, so I improvised. :P

Another thing, I asked @secretsofdbz​ and they informed me that Trunks’ car is supposed to be green, but I had fun with other versions too: yellow because that’s my fav color and pink because I like to imagine that’s the saiyan royal color. Here they are:

[thegoldenshi-shi]

Hey! Happy holidays! I hope you were able to have some quiet moments to enjoy your people or pasttimes, I remember you said holidays are really busy for you.

My mom did a funny for Christmas this year, and got me a lego set. A Lamborghini lego set. That she had shown me at walmart and said "I was going to get you this for Christmas, but I found something else I thought you'd like more" and I started laughing and told her she would've had me in a laughing fit if she had. Welp, Christmas came around, I open presents, and bam. Lego Lambo. I bout died laughing, and Ma confirmed that she went back and bought it after that conversation. It was good. Me and my sister got her back with her own lego set, my sister got legos. And then I got warned my dad might steal my car after I finished putting it together and ran around downstairs being a childish dork making car noises (vroooom), just because I was in a stupid giggly mood.

New years found another firework show being done in our neighborhood, and a friend and I drank enough to get really giggly and played a zombie survival game (7 days to die), which. We had a sober friend who was just witnessing it happen, and when we briefly played it sober afterwards, we both ended up agreeing that we made awful decisions in where we put our base, but we could not resist the Burgcaneer, the pirate themed burger joint. It even has a kid's play place designed in it, it was great.

I really hope you had a fun time while you were away, missed ya fiercely and am really happy to be able to talk with you again. In anon form, cause despite everything it's 80000x easier to gush without feeling embarrassed with that little grey face.

~Smooch

Happy Holidays to you as well Smooch~

I won't lie, the holidays wound up being a stressful mess with lots of work and some bad news with my family. But there were good moments, lots of soft feelings and smiles too. I got some books I've been wanting, and stuff for a new hobby (Lord knows I need ANOTHER hobby, but I'm happy anyway)

A little lamborghini lego sounds so cute~ It's funny that your mom did a 180 to run and buy it for you after seeing your reaction. Especially since it sounds like you had a lego-themed Christmas all around lol. Also, you got a lego lambo, you are entitled to make sfx and run around with it afterwards hehe

I did a little doodle after reading your ask, and surprisingly Sunny looks fine as a block of plastic.

I'm not good with horror of any kind, so I've never played a zombie game, but tipsy zombie survival would be fun to watch. I'd be the sober one watching and giggling over your pirate-burger base.

I missed your little grey anon face in my inbox too. It's always wonderful to touch bases and chat with you ^J^ I'm glad you had a happy holiday Smooch, and wish you a very Happy New Year.

[grey-eyed-menace]

Weapons of the 11th Generation Vongola Family, sort of, kind of. Maybe?

It's a work in progress, bit here's the idea. They ain't gotta make complete sense, it's motherfucking Vongola.

Sawada Ienobu, the 11th Generation Boss, is pretty standard, he uses his rendition of X-Gloves, technically the XI-Gloves, which have their improvements, and their draw backs. To put it simply, he gets horrible arthritis down the line due to their design seriously injuring his hands if used for too long. He also learned how to actually fight, unlike Tsuna back in the day, at first anyway, at a pretty young age so, you know, he actually knows how to throw a punch without breaking his knuckles outright. He mainly trained under Ryohei growing up, and cries a little bit on the inside whenever Hana decides to slip in on a sparring session.

Gokudera Subaru, the 11th Generation Cloud Guardian, was absolutely fascinated with the Vindice as a child. Don't ask. Seriously, Hayato still has nightmares about the fact that an enforcer actually showed up once to answer her questions when Subaru sacrificed her chicken from dinner. Anyway, Subaru uses chains as her primary weapon, and whips, but her fighting style is more based on that of bludgeoning and binding that that of the typical whip user.

Fukunaga Kii, the 11th Generation Lightning Guardian, went motherfucking RWBY up in this bitch and decided to make a Godsdamn Gun-Spear, (Shoichi screamed for two hours straight after the first rendition of Kamilo made it out of the labs), but, then again, she was apart of a mass of orphans that was tri-parented by the collective mess known as Dokuro Chrome, Lambo Bovino, and Rokudo Mukuro. So, fair enough.

Hirabayashi Atsuko, the 11th Generation Sun Guardian, is perhaps the most simple in the fact that she uses metal plated weighted boots as her primary weapon, and takes after a lot of martial arts that are influenced heavily in them, it's also very much why Ienobu refers to her as 'Legs For Days'.

Hibari Mitsuru, the 11th Generation Storm Guardian, uses twin batons, and is formally trained in tessenjutsu, honestly, despite her surly nature, and status as a Storm Flame, she mostly picked up these weapons for the fact that they weren't automatically lethal. She's not one to seek out fights like her father, and is far less... Restless. She welcome a good fight when it comes her way, but otherwise? Eh, it's life. It comes and goes.

Atsushi Mirai, the 11th Generation Mist Guardian, was primarily trained by Sawada Kyouko, and thus has a very... Strange idea about Mist Based illusions, and gets... Freakishly geometrical. He nearly made Kyouya scream over math! MATH! He's a much more subtle Mist user, but he layers his illusions like a finely crafted cake. And he's kind of terrifying when pissed off. Like, Ienobu is cautious of Mitsuru's temper, but the moment Mirai gives him The Look he knows he's all but dead. More seriously, he typically drifts towards long knives weapons wise. Kyouko tried to set him up with her prefered glock, he nearly went dead in his left ear, and refused to come out of his room for three days afterwards.

Barakova Nikolaevna Vasilisa, the 11th Generation Rain Guardian, is mainly a non-combatant, preferring to run logistics and support her friends from the sidelines, but definitely prefers the Femme Fatale approach down the line, once she settles into it anyway, and has a... Taste for poisons.

Why does Ienobu have exactly one male Guardian? Because Muse!Mitsuru held me up at gun-point, took my lunch money, and promptly told me she was a woman. And that she would kill me if I made her anything else.

For refrence, all the Guardian groups have a running theme in the 11th Generation Skies.

Out of Kyouko and Tsuna's seven children, five of them are Skies, with only Yae and Kichi being of another Flame type of which they are a Mist and Rain respectively.

Ienobu's direct youngest sibling is Take, by three years, and has half of her Guardians by the time Kawahira comes by and drops his shit on the 11th Generations laps, and is generally kept in the dark about the proceedings afterward. Her theme, is, mostly a mirror of her brother, she has five male Guardians and one female Guardian at the end though. Tsuna doesn't really complain until a series of misunderstandings makes him think his eldest daughter is living out a reverse harem drama when she's eighteen. She's not. She's really, really, really not.

Chou and Tsurune, the twins, are... Fully outfitted with siblings. All of which are either twins, triplets, or otherwise. It's... A thing. By that, all of Chou's Guardians are Cloudy, while all of Tsurune's Guardians are Misty.

Toku's Guardians are all... Very, very, very strange. Mostly because he just... Kind of shows up with them out of the blue? For refrence, he's the one that snags Yamamoto Jun, if only by courtesy of being in the same age group, as his Mist. He shows up with him mid-afternoon at the Iron Forte, out of fucking nowhere, after being missing for two weeks, and Jun supposedly still being in Japan with his mother!

By this, Lior inherits all of his mothers Guardians.

Kyou and Juuri share a single set of Guardians, maybe. Eh, Ienobu thinks as much, really, Kyou has the Storm, Sun, and Lightning, while Juuri is Bonded to the Mist, Cloud, and Rain.

[night-unfurls-its-splendour]

MY THOUGHTS ON THE CULLEN CAR PROFILES IN THE GUIDE: PART 2

"Rosalie's choice of car is limited by the necessity to seat her siblings. Though her personality is best captured by the Lamborghini Murcielago, the M3 represents the most extreme car that can fit her constraints."

Dammit, Jacob. I gave you the benefit of the doubt and you just threw it away. I concluded, in my Cullen Car post on Rose's M3 that it really was the best car that suited her personality (and it is). A Lamborghini Murcielago?! Umm, no. No. No. No. See, I see what you're getting at here, but no. The Murcielago is a great car. it's my favorite car. And yes, it's a Lambo, a by-word for all that is ostentatious and attention-grabbing, for all that it's actually a really well engineered car.

So the Lambo is showy like Rosalie is showy, and hey, maybe Jacob's onto something here.

Lamborghinis are big and dramatic, but not in a starlet way. They're not curvaceous and buxom and alluring (again, see Alfa Romeo). They're angular, designed to look as dangerous as they are to drive, if you don't know how to handle them. They are "looks like they could kill you, would actually kill you". So they don't fit her aesthetic, but it would match her temper. Lamborghinis are also traditionally inspired by fighting bulls and the bull is even on the Lamborghini badge. Rosalie is, well, bull-headed, so that fits. And she did threaten to set Edward's Vanquish on fire, and that fits Lamborghini's style too.

But all that said, It's not a serious car. It's about as far away from an M3 as you can get! An M3 is, as Jacob himself puts it, a "purist sports car". Rosalie is a mechanic. She's a serious driver, and Lamborghinis are NOT serious drivers' cars. They just aren't. I don't think Rosalie would have the patience, when driving, for all the Lambo's mad-cap, pantomime nonsense.

Maybe what happened here was the Murcielago was Jacob's first choice for Rosalie and then Stephanie thought it was ridiculous and shot him down.

I would have shot him down too, because if I was gonna give Rosalie a Lambo, it wouldn't be the Murcielago...

It would be this

This is a Lamborghini Gallardo, the smaller, but flashier, sister car to the Murcielago. The first new Lambo to come out after Audi purchased Lamborghini, it's got all the Lamborghini flair and dangerous good looks, but with serious, precision, German engineering. This was absolutely an option at the time and would have given Rosalie everything she wanted from a car.

But why is Rosalie limited by the need to transport her siblings? I get that in 2003, Rosalie would have to choose based on this because she was the only one "legally" old enough to drive when they moved to Forks, so she was limited THEN, but since Edward bought the Volvo and they take that all the time now, why can't Rose have a Lambo AS WELL AS, her daily driver? Why can Edward have two cars and Rosalie can't?

[stillyourprussianblue]

libations and burnt offerings;

under the moon, long shadows are cast Part III of III

Author: feuillemort [AO3] / stillyourprussianblue [tumblr]

Rating: T

Pairing: 5986 (Gokudera/Haru), 1896 (Hibari/Chrome), DS (Dino/Squalo), 10088 (Byakuran/Bianchi), 8027 (Yamamoto/Tsuna), Lampin (Lambo/I-Pin)

Event: KHRWeen2020

Prompts: Graveyard | Costumes

A broken fourth wall and ramen deliveries on the spookiest night of the year.

[AO3] [image] [Part I] [Part II] [Part III]

“So he’s supposed to be loosely based on a kappa, but throwing a komodo dragon in there with an idol is so wrong!”

“Well at least the animal handler is on standby so Chrome-chan is safe,” Haru responded. “Same with her security team,” she added, eyeing the idol’s bodyguards lining the edges of the set.

Gokudera scoffed. “That airhead’s no use,” he grumbled. “He’s probably playing with the dogs again.”

He kept his back to the rows of grave markers that Haru gazed out over. He’d turned away from the set uncomfortably as his half-sister had thrown off her robes for the scene, Haru keeping watch to let him know when it was safe for his eyes to resume his post. “I meant that’s a sorry excuse for a kappa, even if they use CGI on it later. And those dogs are way too friendly to pass as werewolves.”

“You want them to release aggressive dogs onto set with this celebrity cast?” Haru gave him a look. “There’s a pop idol, a famous youtuber, and supermodels out there and you want to use dogs that are less friendly?”

He returned the look. “No, I’m saying that their cryptids are unrealistic! I’m a fan of the director’s work but no professional would half-ass their research like this!”

“I heard that it’s based on a dream his godson had,” Haru said, frowning slightly as she saw Tsuna chatting with Yamamoto, a leashed cat held in his arms. They shared a laugh over something they were too far away to hear. Sure enough, a bunch of dogs stuck close to his side, tails wagging.

Chrome’s bodyguard stood up from his relaxed perch on a spare tombstone just off the set and moved quickly through the fake cemetery, ducking under boom mics and low hanging branches. The sudden movement caught Haru’s attention.

“Hey!”

“What do you want? Gokudera growled as the back of Haru’s arm smacked into his side. He turned to her furiously, but saw that she was already running out into the graveyard. It only took him a moment longer to process what was happening as more thundering explosions rocked the movie set and he ran to catch up to the costume designer.

“Shit! Oi! Stay off the set, it’s dangerous, you idiot!”

___

Chrome stared up at the dark haired man that was the head of her security detail as he casually tossed aside the explosive he’d snatched in midflight as it had rocketed towards her. It blew up somewhere behind him but all it did was silhouette him for a moment, ruffling his hair and untucking the hem of his shirt. Hibari’s eyes remained locked with hers as she stared up in awe at the cold steel of his gaze that cut through the mayhem and promised murder to anything that dared to cause her harm.

All around them, fire crews were rushing to the scene to put out the minor disaster that was threatening to take over the set. Chrome pushed herself to her feet in the shallow grave.

“Cut! Cut! Cut!” Reborn’s voice boomed through the megaphone.

There was a sharp whistle and the dog actor that had accompanied her into the hole they dug was bounding away. Yamamoto whistled again. “Hey, hellhounds! Come back!”

The rest of the runaway pack was slobbering over a laughing man on the ground. She could only make out blond hair and flailing limbs before he was completely overrun with dogs.

Hibari turned to leave, but paused when Chrome called out. “Wait.”

He glanced over his shoulder to see her looking down at the huge lizard, knowing what she intended to do.

“He can’t get out,” she said, kneeling down beside the Komodo dragon, at least twice her size. She put her whole weight behind it, but couldn’t heave it out of the hole like she wanted to. She was well suited to the role she played despite what critics were saying –he knew she had the heart of a warrior inside such a small body.

The disgruntled lizard turned towards her and his eyes narrowed as its venomous maw reached for her exposed leg.

Before Hibari could jump into the pit and likely incite the wrath of dozens of animal welfare groups the world over, Yamamoto leapt in to wrangle the lizard back into what looked like an elaborate harness, a pack of dogs at his heels.

“Now, now, be good,” he chastised the lizard as he wrestled it into a harness.

Chrome climbed out of the hole to join Hibari, taking in the scene of destruction around them and the loose perimeter of security around the set. If this had happened years ago, the paparazzi would have been waiting to greet her with their dizzying flashes and intrusive lines of questioning. Now the only one waiting for her was her personal bodyguard, his presence enough of a warning for them all to stay back and give her the space she needed.

Hibari gave her a quick once-over.

“I’m okay,” she answered.

Satisfied, he turned away and she followed.

She was joined by Fran who seemed to materialize beside her, but because she didn’t react in alarm, Hibari did nothing. Over the months of filming, Fran had taken a shine to his co-star despite not knowing the idol prior to meeting on set, and Hibari had grown to accept that he would follow Chrome around though neither of them acknowledged the others’ existence.

“You have to stop breaking the fourth wall when we’re filming,” Chrome chastised lightly, referencing their takes from earlier in the day.

But Fran was staring off into space. “Huh?”

“You can’t just start listing off everything you see when you forget your lines,” she continued as they walked side by side.

“Oh, I’m narrating,” Fran replied airily.

“The film already has a narrator,” Chrome replied, looking ahead at Hibari’s retreating back.

“That creepy prophecy girl,” Fran said.

“Oh... mmhm,” she agreed softly.

“I mean she’s here.”

Chrome looked over with an owlish gaze. Hibari stopped a ways away but cast a watchful glance over his shoulder when he sensed her hesitation. He regarded the newcomer curiously.

Yuni approached with a bright smile. “Chrome-chan! Could I get your autograph?”

After a pause, the popstar nodded and accepted the poster and pen that Yuni held to her.

“What do you do after filming?” Yuni asked, hands clasped in front of her, leaning in with inquisitive politesse as Chrome signed the poster.

“Go back to my trailer and review my lines for tomorrow,” Chrome responded, handing the items back.

“I always knew you were dedicated!” Yuni smiled, holding the poster as if it were a treasure.

“We never do anything fun,” Fran complained.

“Can I join you?” Yuni asked. “We can order dinner and go over our lines together! It’ll be fun!”

Fran looked over at Chrome, thinking she would decline, tilting his head curiously when she nodded. “Ohh?”

Yuni fell into step beside them. “Chrome-chan, don’t you ever get lonely when you’re touring?” Yuni asked.

“Ah! Well...” She averted her eye, looking at Hibari’s retreating back. He had gotten bored and decided to go on ahead by himself. “No,” she replied, “not lonely.”

___

“He’s going to tear you apart later,” Haru said as Gokudera ran past them, shooting a glare at Yamamoto. She had collected Bianchi’s robe from the centre of the set and was holding it tightly to her chest until she could more carefully examine it at her workdesk.

Pushing the lizard into its cage, Yamamoto laughed sheepishly. “You think so?”

“Especially when he finds out you weren’t paying attention.”

Yamamoto laughed again. “What do you mean?” But his laugh had given him away and Haru raised an eyebrow at him.

But before she could say anything about how he had been chatting up the director’s godson who had come to visit him, he went on the offensive, his smile charmingly disarming. The pack of dogs milled about around his legs, bumping him this way and that, and he reached down to ruffle their fluffy heads as their tongues lolled out. “You’ve been spending too much time together if you’re making that face!”

Haru’s cheeks coloured immediately but she couldn’t hide the brief scowl that had preceded it. “I don’t know what you mean,” she said.

He didn’t spare her. “You know, Gokudera!” he replied, leaving her fuming as he ran off, followed by chorus of happily barking mutts. “Put in a good word for me, thanks!”

___

“Luckily Hibari-san saved most of Chrome-chan’s outfit,” Haru said, letting the light material of Chrome’s dress flow between her fingers as she inspected the fabric.

“You mean luckily she’s unhurt right?” Gokudera corrected with a raised eyebrow.

Haru plowed on as if she hadn’t heard him, pretending she wasn’t very aware of the way his eyebrow arched after Yamamoto had pointed out the habit she had picked up. “But Bianchi’s dress is completely ruined! That was our last set for the take before we went onto the scene where she destroys the dress in the lake with the selkies!”

He looked over at the scraps of white material that Haru held onto. It didn’t look like there was much left of the robe; she would have to make another one from scratch. “Yeah well just make another one or something.” He wondered if she would be able to find a replacement in time.

Her head whipped around and she finally fixed her attention on him. If only she wasn’t glaring daggers. “Excuse me! I can’t just make another one like you replace your fireworks.”

He glowered right back. “They’re not fireworks, they’re pyrotechnics. You know this; I’ve explained it to you a million times.”

“And I’ve explained it to you ten million times –these costumes take time!” Haru huffed and laid the pieces of fabric down on the table between them. He could still see the pieces of golden thread wound through the white material, frayed where his devices had torn through them, scorched like the earth on the set that was still smouldering.

She didn’t say anything else, turning her attention back to the work that needed to be done, only noticing that he had walked out after he was gone. He came and went, and she continued with her spot checks on Chrome’s skirt, only giving him a cursory glance when he entered and exited, collecting more objects each time until the table between them filled with flammable compounds all labelled in Gokudera’s neat script, various accelerants, and an assortment of casings and ignitors.

But she paused to look up from her sewing machine when his last trip had him kicking the door shut behind him. He wouldn’t meet her eyes as he deposited in front of her a few bolts of white fabric and golden thread.

“They all look the same,” he grumbled. “I brought them all so you won’t lecture me on the difference between them again.”

“Thanks,” Haru said slowly, turning over the bolts in her hands; there wasn’t much left so she had no margin for error, but what he had brought her was enough. She could make it work.

She pulled a bottle of milk tea from her yellow-polka-dotted lunchbag sitting on the ground next to her, followed by a can that she had grabbed as an afterthought from the convenience store the other day. She placed them both on the table and slid the canned coffee over to him, avoiding the minefield spread out between them.

Gokudera took his seat across from her and accepted the drink, cracking it open with one hand while he swept his hair back out of his face with the other. “Thanks,” he said quietly but she had already turned her attention back to her work. He took a drink of the coffee – she had managed to keep it cold in her insulated lunchbag for him.

The first time they had had to put in overtime like this, there had been a large accident and all spaces on set were being used by the production team and crew members and the two of them had ended up crammed into an abandoned cast member’s room that was purported to be haunted.

She had been anxious to share a crammed workspace with him at first, worried about the potential of something going wrong or of an accidental misfire. But then she had seen how precise his movements were, how carefully he measured out each component and assembled the explosives. His hands were steady as he wired each device, each component meticulously labelled and accounted for.

This night was no different. Gokudera worked in silence, headphones on, expression focused and serene, goggles secured, sitting crookedly on his chair. His usually prickly personality evened out his aura was almost peaceful as he ran his fingers over a length of magnesium ribbon thoughtfully. He reconsidered and picked up the firefly aluminum instead, pushing aside a container of iron oxide to make more space for it.

Haru always grew too engrossed in her work to notice how he observed her in return; the subtle way her brow furrowed as her eyes roved over her work to ensure perfection in each detail, whether it be correcting a crooked stitch or dyeing a slight discolouration in raw materials she received. Her fingers worked nimbly as she straightened out the large pins that kept her creation in place, each movement deliberate and careful as gold ran through her hands and became something more.

They looked up at each other when their stomachs growled, faces aglow from the flickering lights of the jack-o-lanterns that lined the edges of their shared workbench.

Haru smiled and did a quick back stitch to hold her place before she picked up her cellphone. “It’s going to be a long night. I’ll order us some ramen!”

___

“So you didn’t go on?” Dino asked.

“No we couldn’t shoot any of the selkie scenes because you started a fire on set,” Squalo replied as they walked down the dark street, unevenly lit by streetlights. He kicked an empty can down the road as they walked.

“Aww it was an accident! I thought I’d be able to catch you in your mermaid suit today,” Dino said, bending down to pick the can up when they reached it. “I didn’t think that there would be so many cute dogs on the set to play with.”

“It’s not a mermaid suit! It takes fucking forever to get the selkie makeup and prosthetics on in the morning. It’s heavy as shit.” He glowered. “I thought a supermodel would get it.”

Dino tossed the can up and down in his hand, chuckling softly. “Nothing super here, just a model,” he replied. “How’s Reborn treating you?”

“The man’s tough. I can see why you gave up on acting,” Squalo answered.

“Yeah he said I’ve got the charisma but couldn’t act to save my life. Then he shot at me!”

Squalo threw his head back, laughing uproariously. “Fucking kills me every time you tell that story. They say he’s unorthodox but they’ve got no fucking idea.”

The can slipped from Dino’s fingers and hit him in the head before bouncing over the pavement. He sighed before leaning over to pick it up, only to be yanked backwards by his friend.  A motor scooter zipped by right where Dino had been standing moments earlier.

“Lambo, step on it!” a voice commanded as they flew past. “Halloween’s a busy night for delivery requests!”

“VOI!” Squalo took off after them, yelling obscenities. He scooped up the can that Dino had dropped and whipped it at their retreating backs. “Watch where you’re going!”

When he realized that Dino wasn’t following, he retraced his steps only to find him crouched on the sidewalk with two children at his side. The older one had red hair and was dressed as a storm trooper. The only reason that Squalo could tell that he had red hair was because his helmet lay on the ground. The younger child was clinging onto Dino’s back, yelling at a group of teenagers across the street.

“I’m the mighty Skull! You can’t talk to me like that!”

The trio of bullies laughed and jeered.

“Give us our candy back!” Skull yelled. “O-or you’ll pay the consequences! Enma! Show them!”

“Oh yeah?” they jeered. “What’s going to happen? Are you going to get your stormtrooper to shoot us?”

Enma turned red and looked down at his shoes.

“That’s enough!” Dino said sternly. “Give them their candy back.”

But Squalo had enough experience dealing with Dino’s bullies during their school days to know that wouldn’t work. So he loomed over behind them. “VOI! What are you shitheads doing?”

His sudden appearance and shouting startled them and they jumped in surprise, spinning around to face him. His smile was sinister as he cracked his knuckles.

“Squalo! You can’t hit kids!” Dino exclaimed, putting his hand over Skull’s eyes, or at least where he assumed his eyes to be under his visor.

“I don’t see any brats here,” Squalo said, smirking down at them. “I see a shitty vampire, a half-assed wizard, and a... what the hell are you supposed to be?”

The teen responded indignantly through the furry mask covering his face. “A werewolf!”

Squalo squinted. “And crackhead bigfoot here.”

He unsheathed the sword he had at his side that Dino had told him not to take off the set.

“Oh shit he’s insane!”

“Yo let’s dip!”

The teens turned to run, and Squalo followed in pursuit.

Dino sighed and turned his attention to the two kids that stayed with him. Enma watched in silent dismay as Squalo chased down the bullies, catching them by the end of the block.

“What are you dressed as?” Dino asked.

“I’m Skull! The World’s Greatest Hitman!” he answered as if that didn’t leave Dino with more questions than he had started with. “And this is my brother Enma!”

Dino picked up Enma’s stormtrooper helmet and brushed off the scuffs and leaves as best as he could before giving it back to him. He thanked Dino so quietly that he thought the child had mouthed the words.

Squalo returned to their side, sheathing the prop sword and shoving the pillowcases full of candy at Enma. He stuttered a surprised thank you, gathering the superman and Mickey Mouse pillowcases into his arms, grimacing a little as some candy spilled out.

Dino scooped them into his hand and pressed a lollipop into Skull’s fingers before straightening up and putting the rest of the candy back into the pillowcases that Enma held tightly.

“Hey, I know a place that hands out jumbo-sized candy bars,” Dino said.

“Really!?” Skull’s face was obscured by the oversized biker helmet that he wore, but Dino could tell his eyes had widened by the way his voice jumped an octave.

“Haha yeah!” Dino assured. “It’s where we’re headed now if you want to come along?”

“Hey! Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to follow strange men that offer you candy?” Squalo shouted.

Enma looked between apprehensively but nodded. “Stay close,” he murmured, holding his hand out to Skull who ignored it and ran ahead.

“I’ll lead the way!”

“You don’t know where you’re going!” Enma ran after him across the street.

“Look both ways!” Dino called, starting after them, but tripped halfway through the crosswalk.

Squalo caught his arm and righted him gruffly. “Watch it.”

“Thanks Squalo!” Dino grinned.

“Yeah, yeah.” Squalo waved him off. “There’s idiots out here on their shitty vespas; if you got killed by one it’d be pathetic as fuck.”

___

“Thank you!” Yuni called from within the trailer.

“Ah, yeah, thanks,” Fran mumbled, already digging into their order.

Chrome thanked I-Pin as she stepped away from the door.

“That extra order won’t last until a midnight snack,” I-Pin warned.

“There’s no extra order,” Chrome replied, a little confusion bleeding into her tone.

“There were four orders,” I-Pin said, quickly checking the order ticket on her phone. “But three people.”

Chrome placed the fourth order of ramen on at the top of the stairs and looked up. “It’s not an extra.” I-Pin followed her gaze up to the moon. Seeing nothing, she shrugged and wished her a good night before bounding down the stairs to return to where Lambo sat waiting on the vespa.

“Ready?” she asked, putting her helmet on.

“W-w-what’s that?!”

I-Pin looked back at Lambo’s whimper to see him pointing up above the moonlit trailer with a trembling finger.

A silhouetted figure sat on top of the trailer, reclined comfortably with one leg bent in perfect repose. The moon was too bright to see the features of the figure’s face but she could tell they were being watched with lazy predation.

“I-Pin, let’s go!”

The waver in his voice made her trailer and hop on the back of the vespa again, knowing he wouldn’t drive off without her, but that he would cry if they stayed any longer with the spooky atmosphere.

Sitting in reverse with her back against Lambo’s, holding the rest of their deliveries close to her chest, she kept her eyes on the spirit that watched over Chrome until the trees grew so tall they obscured the moon, folding themselves over between them until she could no longer see the trailer or Chrome’s protector as they sped away through the night.

Only when Chrome went back inside did Hibari leap down gracefully to eat the dinner she had left for him.

___

She heard his approach but did not acknowledge it. Byakuran stayed in the entryway of the greenhouse, just watching her care for the toadflax that was a stand-in for the fantasy silk sage. He thought it ironic that she dedicated her attention to a plant that symbolized the desire for the recipient to notice of the giver’s love.

“You noticed the plants were dry when we were filming?”

Bianchi lowered the watering can from the silk sage plant and set it down beside the pot.

“You did too,” she replied. “And you almost broke character.”

“Not all of us perfectly embody our personas,” he said a little plaintively.

She registered his petulant pout and exaggerated expression and thought he fit the bill of a self-indulgent demon rather well.

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Oh,” he repeated a little more softly.

They lapsed into silence as she ran her fingers over the soft leaves that the fictional plant was named for.

She looked up when he approached, painfully aware of his proximity like they had been over the last months of filming together, in a weighted and measured dance with the other, like the gravity of stars drawn together, or the certainty of waves to the shore.

He held up a cluster of flowers to her that looked to be what they used in place of the blood blossoms on set, except the rich colour was much more pigmented and there was an enigmatic scent emanating from them. “What do you think?”

She leaned towards the flowers he offered, holding a strand of hair away from her face; her eyes closed slowly and she inhaled deeply.

“An amaranth.” Bianchi pulled back slightly, the strand of hair slipping over her shoulder to trace lightly over his forearm. She looked up through her thick lashes at him, eyes lidded and lips parted in a small smile. “Decadent.”

He smiled back, pulling away entirely, that strand of her hair trailing down his arm. He let it slip through his fingers. “An amaranth,” he agreed. “For immortality.”

“Immortality?” she repeated breathily, stepping over to close the distance he had created between them.

Byakuran took another step back with a teasing laugh. “For an undying love.”

He seemed to float out of her reach even without the animatronic wings and the wires he wore during filming, but she kept pace with him, used to his movements from the time they spent on set together, with him as her shadow. They were very familiar with each others’ bodies.

“Now why would you give me such a flower?” she asked, her voice low.

He pulled the flower close to his chest before lifting it to his nose to breathe in its scent. “I didn’t give you anything!”

She continued her approach until he found himself with his back against the wall, the moonlight slanting through the glass panels of the ceiling.

“Maybe I’ll take it,” she murmured, plucking it from his fingers and placing it in his breast pocket.

“Should I keep calling you by pet names?”

“Well, it’s gauche to ask a witch for her true name.” He played along; it was hard not to recognize her as the face of the perfume industry, from magazine covers and red carpet events.

“You may continue to call me Byakuran; after all, you named me, witch.”

She played along too; she knew him from his youtube channel, avidly watching his every dessert mukbang video, every unboxing, and every sweet shop review.

“Is that right, demon?” She purred against his lips. He could feel the warmth emanating from her as her body pinned his to the wall, dizzy from that citrus scent wafting from her skin.

“Hurry! The noodles are getting soggy!”

Byakuran pulled the woman further into the shadows, whispering a quiet shhh in her ear, and Bianchi pressed closer still as two people rushed through the greenhouse, one in a red uniform and the other in a cowprint shirt. They darted through the set without so much as a glance around them and then they were gone out the other end.

“Okay, okay, there’s a shortcut through here... Geez, It’s not like Haru will let Gokudera kill us if we’re late again.”

“I’ll kill you if we’re late again!”

Bianchi didn’t even so much as glance over at them, taking the opportunity to pin him against the wall with her gaze. He watched their exit over her shoulder with a dispassionate smile. She wanted to make him feel something.

Wearing her shroud of night, she pulled him under, but the angel wasn’t as unmoved as he seemed. She leaned in to test the waters, just simmering below the surface, and he closed the distance himself to have a taste.

___

“Take care!” Tsuna waved to Enma and Skull as Yamamoto put the bowl of candy down on the side table. The green paint on Yamamoto’s neck and face was starting to rub off on the collar of his shirt, and Tsuna tried not to worry about the staining it would cause in the laundry.

Leave it to his boyfriend to use stage makeup taken from the film set to turn himself into a classic zombie.

Dino hovered just behind them, staring out down the path after them. “You think they’ll be okay?” he asked.

Tsuna shut the front door as Squalo laughed, having already made himself comfortable on the couch, feet up on the coffee table. “Go trick-or-treating with them if you’re that worried,” he called.

Yamamoto put a jumbo chocolate bar in Dino’s hands before leading him over to take a seat beside Squalo. “They’ll be fine!” His flippant tone was somehow reassuring and Dino allowed Yamamoto to take his coat. “They’ve got enough candy in their pillowcases to use them like clubs now!”

“I don’t know if that’s a good thing,” Tsuna said, making a face.

An orange tabby cat immediately jumped onto Dino’s lap.

“Even the cat loves you,” Squalo remarked as Natsu settled in and curled up on him, purring up a storm. “Just like the dogs today,” he finished, inclining his head towards Yamamoto who only smiled up at Tsuna, perched on the armrest.

Remembering the hours it had taken to get the prosthetics on only for it to have been wasted and then taken off, Squalo frowned at Yamamoto’s feigned innocence and Tsuna’s flustered guilt.

“Dino and I wanted to visit everyone,” Tsuna began.

“We wanted to get a sneak peek,” Dino said. “Especially since Reborn was making a movie based on Tsuna’s dream!”

“And you got distracted!” Squalo reprimanded, not letting Yamamoto off the hook even though he just laughed it off.

“Tsuna told me I forgot to buy the Halloween candy!” Yamamoto recounted. “But he forgot to prepare dinner for us, so we’re even!”

The doorbell rang again and Tsuna turned away from Dino and Squalo lounging on the couch to answer it, but Yamamoto beat him to it, jogging over with firm hand on Tsuna’s shoulder to tell him to stay put and enjoy his chat, and a quick kiss pressed to his cheek in passing to casually remind him he was adored.

“You said there would be dinner!” Squalo shouted after him.

“Yes, yes,” he called back as he scooped up the bowl of candy and answered the door.

On the other side of the doorframe, Lambo jumped in surprise as a zombie opened the door.

“Delivery!” I-Pin said brightly.

“Oh! I-Pin! Lambo!” he greeted. “That was fast!”

I-Pin rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to be nice, Yamamoto-san. Lambo took his time today. I would’ve driven like you taught me.”

Yamamoto laughed as she handed over his order of ramen. He held the bowl of candy out to I-Pin and she selected a few lollipops for Lambo.

“Yeah, but Lambo,” Yamamoto asked. “I thought you had a Halloween party to go to tonight?” He hesitated when Lambo flapped his hands and began waving his arms, giving him a panicked look.

I-Pin looked between the two of them confusedly.

“Ahh!” Yamamoto smiled knowingly. “I know! You’re helping her out on the scariest night of the year instead of going to the party!”

“VOI!”

Lambo and I-Pin jumped at the voice of the man that had pursued them doggedly earlier in the night. Squalo stalked over to the door to confirm that they were also the one and the same.

“It’s you on that shitty vespa!” Squalo growled.

“Um, trick or treat?” Lambo squeaked, backing away.

I-Pin was one step ahead of him, running back to the motor scooter. “Lambo, let’s go!”

He stumbled away from the door, jumping onto the back of the scooter and grabbing onto the seat for dear life as she took off without warning.

“I-Pin, slow down!” Lambo screamed.

“We gotta’ get to your party!” she called back.

He held his helmet to his head as the chinstrap flapped in the wind, staring at her back. “Don’t we have more deliveries to do?”

“I’ve only got one more for the night,” she replied, “and it’s me getting you to your Halloween party!”

“Oh no you don’t!”

Lambo shrieked as he saw that Squalo and his fury were gaining ground on them. He spun around in the seat, throwing his arms around her waist. “I-Pin, speed up!”

“That, I can do! Hold on tight!” she called back as they raced off into the night, or at least as quickly as the scooter would allow. Lambo held her tightly and hoped that they would arrive unscathed; but also that maybe when they did, she would accept his invitation to join him.

___

The sky was a bright grey, with golden rays filtering through. The full moon had cast long shadows in the night and it would soon pass the torch to the sun’s radiance. Daybreak was eminent over the graveyard, and the night was almost over, but not just yet.

Haru stretched and yawned, uncurling from the position she had held over her sewing machine through the night. She laid out Chrome’s repaired garments and the new robe that she had worked ceaselessly on for Bianchi. After the work was done, she was left with about a yard of material – too small to do anything with besides being used as scrap. She shook it out to remove loose threads and then folded it neatly at her side.

Gokudera had put his head down to rest hours earlier. Haru had noticed when he did not get back up. His back was rising and falling evenly with each breath, his goggles discarded beside his sleeping face. Crates of neatly stacked sticks of dynamite sat around him, carefully prepared and ready to be set off at a moment’s notice.

She stood to clear the empty takeout boxes overturned on the table between them, the disposable chopsticks unbalancing the empty Styrofoam containers. She hoped he liked the ramen she had ordered more than the instant noodles he would have made for them with the electric kettle he had kicked into the corner a few days back; she knew he would not have easily allowed himself the luxury of ordering food if he could find a quicker alternative on his own.

But then again, he was unused to someone else caring for his needs.

Smiling, Haru fluffed out the scrap of fabric again; it wasn’t large enough to be useful in any other way, but it would serve well enough to keep him warm. She settled the small white sheet over his shoulders and reached down to touch his cheek, but paused with her fingers hovering just over his face. Reconsidering, she picked up his can of coffee, swished it around, and finished it. He would wake soon and grumble about the makeshift blanket, but not just yet.

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[vts-ship-and-let-ship]

I saw a post that said famous actors that get millions of dollars aren’t rich and aren’t included in eat the rich, therefore you’re eating an “innocent” rich person, as well as doctors.

First off, bold to assume that anyone who isn’t in a blockbuster movie is being paid a million dollars.

That names in the film industry mean they get paid more.

That there aren’t actors starving hoping for their big break because they’re hoping for the limelight.

That some actors are paid bare basics to try and get anywhere.

Eat the rich should include actors that are rich on the basis of their name alone.

It should include musicians that are rich.

The idea of rich is, working and gaining more beyond your means.

If you can buy a lambo without financial ruin and you’re not giving back to the community in charity and taxes, you’re fundamentally rich and included in eat the rich.

Don’t even get me started on Doctors.

Surprisingly, at the end of eating the rich, of dismantling the system, we will have non-exploitive, possibly even compassionate actors and doctors.

Eat the rich isn’t just “billionaires who exploit people”. I know someone who is a millionaire that exploits people.

You’re just as unlikely to make a million dollars/year.

Actors are paid for goods and services, yeah, but disproportionately.

Someone can make 1000 from a role someone else makes 2 mil off of.

And that’s okay because you find the actor nice and amazing.

Directors keep the movie together but can be heavily exploitive, producers, music designers.

Fuck are we ignoring that actors directly influence their fan bases and can- and I believe some have- exploit their fans sexually.

Sure they work, but tell me when someone who works the same hours in a labour job gets paid nearly as much as they do.

Acting, music, being a doctor, are absolutely the most overpriced and non-stable incomes. Fuck being an artist is overpriced and unstable.

We have artists that are making 1 million from a fucking dot in the center of the canvas and being pretentious shits.

For some reason I’m not thinking we’ll lost all our nice artists, youtubers, actors, doctors and musicians by eating the rich.

Eating the rich means taking their wealth they don’t need and giving back to the people.

I want someone to tell me how ethical it is to make like... millions of dollars a year and do jack shit for the community.

Most rich people will get a tax break for donating to charity, because they’re helping people- though you don’t have to report that you’ve given to charity I doubt most rich folks do.

If you wanna eat the rich, be ready to eat those that provide you entertainment.

They’re still rich.

Doctors and scientists are still rich.

It’s called being overpaid in your industry.

Scientists and Doctors can be and have been exploitive, otherwise we wouldn’t have such god awful privatization of healthcare in places, and scientific advances wouldn’t be so expensive.

We know for a FACT people can do kind things and things are overpriced.

Y’all too star-Blind to see it.

[recurring-polynya]

Fanfic Weekly Roundup 5/23/2020:

Okay friends and family, I’m testing out a new feature here at the ol’ Polynya blog. I’m gonna tell you about my favorite things I read this week on AO3 and enjoyed. If I know the author is on Tumblr, I will try to tag them. I didn’t ask anyone permission to talk about their fanfic, but I am trying hard to only say nice things, so I hope they don’t mind. Anyway, this was a good and full week! Let’s go!

Dimming Bright by @schweinsty blew my head right off my shoulders. It’s a POV piece of Uryuu dying in Hueco Mundo after Granz breaks all his organs, while Renji tries to save him. It’s quite short, so rather than go on about it, I’ll just say that if you have just a few minutes to read fanfic this week and your body can handle a point-blank shakkahou of feels, click that link and leave a damn kudos.

For him by @shamelessllamapeanutthing This is modern AU about Kyouraku! Asking! Ukitake! To! Prom! I don’t even know why you’re still here after that description, but jeez, if I must: Juushirou has already graduated and is a famous ballet dancer and Shunshui, who is still in high school sends him a promposal on Twitter, kind of as a lark, but then he says YES! and also Byakuya is in this and he drives a pink Lambo and stress eats, so apparently, this was written very specifically for me. (and yes, Renji gets to drive the Lambo, I was shocked too)

Dark Was the Night by @sayhitoforever Pacific Rim AU! Pacific Rim AU!!!!! It’s GrimmIchi (I am very ambivalent on GrimmiIchi but I read a lot of it because there is a lot of it and also it frequently features RenRuki sideships). Anyway, lots of Grimmy angsting, Yoruichi being Yoruichi and Rukia and Renji IN A JAEGER!! They haven’t even appeared yet, but they have been mentioned and they are GOONS and they have a Jaeger and I am ALL IN (also, it’s very, very well written)

A Thin Red Line by A_Fine_Piece A THIN RED LINE IS BACK. A THIN RED LINE IS BACK. This is one of my ALL TIME FAVORITE FANFICS AND IT’S BACK. There have been FOUR new parts in the last two weeks and I am LIVING. I am actually started re-reading it back from the beginning because apparently, the last time I read it, I didn’t have an AO3 account yet so I never left kudos?? Anyway, I am in the middle of re-reading a 200k fanfic and leaving comments on every chapter, in case I seem busy, THIS IS IMPORTANT WORK. Oh, what is it about? It’s about THE CANON HISANA WE DIDN’T GET IN CANON.

The Night of One Hundred Demons by TheEigthPillarGeneral / @serene-faerie I am not, broadly speaking, a ByaRen person, but I will make exceptions, especially in AUs. I really liked @serene-faerie ‘s BBS Cacao Society-based AU, La Fête d'Amour, which was extremely cute and fluffy and very Aesthetic. I have stated before that I cannot play mobile games because I Have A Problem, but this story gave me exactly the feeling of playing an adorably designed bakery and blacksmithing based game, except that I didn’t need to log in every half hour to keep my muffins from spoiling. Anyway, Night of 100 Demons, which is based on the BBS Spirit Society, is a little heftier, as it deals with conflict between yokai tribes but generally, it’s still a nice fanfic full of friendship, and I find it very relaxing and fun to read. I really enjoy the historical details she puts in and the extensive descriptions of food and clothes. I know this is a very weird endorsement, but fanfic is weird and sometimes fills a very specific hole in your heart.

At one evening in a convenience store by tellie. Speaking of Big Moods, if you like cold, spare Scandinavian murder mysteries, I recommend getting in on this one early. This is sort of a prologue, so not much happens yet, but if you enjoy the melancholy mood of covering a co-worker’s shift at the campus grocery on a hot, rainy night then this is very specifically for you. (full disclosure, I beta’d this, so I’ve read ahead :D )