#ghost can have some salmon too

[mushangaa]

I am a big fan of Ghost in the Shell the story means so much to me and I said to myself imma try to make some fanart soon. Now, with that being said, I did not imagine the first to turn out like this but... I have been following the salmon thing and idk it is the funniest shit ever to me currently I am dying of laughter (which I really needed ngl) So.. to commemorate the joy that has been given to me through some confusing unhinged fish shenanigans... Ghost gets a little salmon too from Mushanga. As a treat. @amevello-blue I am so sorry and thank you so much.

[katz-chow]

im a ghost girlie but my love for soap is literally incomprehensible and i have this headcanon where its ghost x reader but soap third wheels all the time and its not like in a mean way at all, they’re just a trio that is basically inseparable. i also hc that they make so many jokes about being a throuple to the point where its not rlly a joke anymore lmao. anyway, this is all to ask if you’ll write some headcanons about that dynamic. fluff ofc! if u feel comfortable writing a little bit of poly soap x reader x ghost, i’d be very gracious 🙏🏽 but no pressure!

soap, simon, and the not-so-single parent

warnings: gn!reader, ghost x reader, soap x platonic!reader, my interpretation of ghost & soap, domesticity, fluff, johnny being johnny, simon being simon, reader being the concerned parent, third-wheel soap

a/n: this shit be on my mind constantly that johnny just loves to annoy and thirdwheel reader & simon. some of this is inspired by irl stuff. i'm not really into a poly triangle personally and i just can't imagine them, especially simon, to be okay with it, sorry!

humble beginnings

johnny didn't find out that simon had a romantic partner until you two reached past your 1 year anniversary. it happened by pretty much chance too, here's how that went: simon forgot a file, you were off of work, you drove to base, you dropped off said file using your dependent clearance, he kissed your cheek goodbye right in the doorway of his office (masked), johnny turned the corner, and as simon pulled away, you looked at johnny who was desperately trying to seem busy on his phone as he walked away hurriedly. he was on the calculator app. simon and you gave each other a look and he nodded, knowing that you've been wanting to meet the colorful coworkers (and his closest friends) for a while now. you called him over, soap, as you've remembered, not everyday you see a mohawk. johnny freezes and turned around to see you beckoning him back to the frame of the office, and simon with his arms crossed, staring a bit annoyed actually. he was chill when you two introduced each other, not wanting to embarrass himself. his eyes lit up though, when he heard you invite him over for dinner. "lovie..." simon started out, a gentle hand on your back. you hit his chest with the back of your head playfully, "no, no, this will be good for us. first diner party in our new house" "HOUSE? HOW LONG HAVE YOU HAD SOMEONE" he wanted to scream at simon's face, what came out however was a "i dinnae want to be a bother to you both" you insisted and he felt bad (but also curious), so dinner it was. simon took off his mask to please you and well, it was the comfort of his home. he rolled his eyes as johnny quipped that he certainly was "quite the opposite". from that day forward, it was the three of you against...manchester i guess?

children, the both of them

johnny tags along whenever you two are running errands on leave or on off days when they're both stationed at home. sometimes it's just you and him, or him and simon, or all three of yall. it started with a "we're having brunch, wanna join?" and now it's more like "we're going to the zoo, 9 am, get there" they make up the weirdest challenges and it feels like you're babysitting them both. simon, doesn't see it, he's a grown adult man, he's not silly. johnny says it's just in his nature like how it's natural that wombats poop in cubes (he walked ahead to read that tidbit and walked back to regurgitate it back at the two of you). challenges include: simon and johnny getting into a long debate about which is better, the smoked salmon crepes or the chocolate crepes, and when they mix them together, who can eat it all without puking? who can get to the butterfly sanctuary the fastest without running? who can find your favorite fish in the 30,000 gallon (113562.35 liter) fish tank WHILE holding their breath as if they were swimming in the water johnny telling you that his jokes are the best, simon butting in and using the "i'm your boyfriend, surely my jokes are better" card. you wanted to throw them both out of the car as they kept going back and forth with the most stupidest, tasteless, dad jokes ever. johnny saying he can drive better than simon. simon saying he can fly a broken helicopter and land safely. you're in the driver's seat. simon quipped that he would be a good artist compared to this shit's canvas (picasso) and johnny saying that his cat can paint better. simon said dogs can do it better. johnny said- you get the idea simon threw up after the 8th time on a rollercoaster. johnny threw up on the 9th. you, however, went through a nice scenic boat ride :)

quiet mornings

you three are closer than yall think. whenever they're both away, you always miss the noise they bring in the kitchen, trying to figure out how to make muffins or...popcorn. the three of you doing the daily wordle, crossword, and sudoku. "what's c for?" "c4 is an explosive, bonnie" "no johnny, what does C STAND FOR? fucking idiot..." mornings when you both are expecting johnny are never quiet, especially when he announces that he's there by knocking on the front door and saying "it's johnny!" when someone opens it. even when he's not there, you can at least hear simon's almost silent breaths if it wasn't for how close you two were. you miss them when they have to leave, you know it can't be forever, but damnit you missed the buzzing of them both. you don't miss, however, johnny and simon playing drunk monopoly.

[bits-and-babs]

𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 — 𝐉𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐀.

↳ summary: When the DEA picks you up during a drugs bust, Agent Peña tries unconventional interrogation methods to force you to spill the information you have.

↳ pairing: javier peña x f!reader

↳ [2.4k words] content: 18+ MDNI. Mentions of Pablo Escobar, Dickhead!Javi, Dub-con (uneven power dynamic — consent isn’t asked of reader but she is willing <3), spanking (both hand and belt), edging. Rough p in v sex, unprotected sex, cumshot. This is a @beskarbabs remaster - original post date 2021.

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“The phrase butter wouldn't melt in his/her mouth describes someone who appears demure, innocent or sincere but is, in fact, unkind, devious or insincere. The idea is that the person in question is so calm, cool and collected that butter wouldn't even melt in his mouth.”

The door abruptly opening cuts through the hour-long silence and jolts you in your seat. The stunted movement remind you of the irritating ache in the joints of your shoulders and the painfully tight metal cuffs around your wrists that keep you restrained. The DEA agent that stands before you watches with a vacant gaze, refusing to speak at first. His broad biceps bulge as he crosses his arms across his chest, weight shifting onto one foot.

The DEA had been trying to get you to talk for a good four hours now. They'd sent in a young, blonde American with a strong southern drawl who introduced himself as Agent Murphy. Despite his coercion, you refused to do much more than look at him with a fatigued and inattentive expression. He'd given up pressing you after some time before sending in who he called 'Carillo'. He was ruthless, threatening to deport you, to expose you to the rival cartels and have them deal with you - however violent that may be. He, too, had been unable to obtain any information.

So they had sent in who you assumed were the 'big guns'. Though, you found quiet confidence in the fact it was a man wearing a salmon-pink shirt and yellow aviators - not the most daunting get-up you'd seen. He’s far from intimidating as Carillo had been, but he’s certainly handsome. Laying some files on the desk, he rests his palms flat on the table as he leans down to look you in the eyes.

"You may want to start talking," he begins his interrogation, and you glance down at your lap, dejected. You’re confident he knows the score. He's been through this before with countless cartel members. From the very bottom of the pecking order to the closest aids of el patron, you don’t talk about cartel business to authorities. You faced death if you did- public execution. Keeping your lips sealed, you’re unable to look at him for fear of this new agent somehow managing to piece you together.

It was stupid. He couldn't read your mind, obviously, but you were exhausted and under severe pressure.

He looks you over, chocolatey gaze lingering longer than it should. He observes your reluctance to talk, the way you seem fearful to detail your ordeal.

The agent raises a cigarette to his lips, lighting up as he paces behind you. Staring ahead of you, you attempt to smother any sign of weakness— any reason to close in on you. Instead, you jump in surprise when you feel his breath against the shell of your ear.

"I can get you out of this mess, Preciosa. I just need some information,” he murmurs, fingers gliding down your forearms in a ghost-like touch to your wrist. You feel his thumb trace the curve of the too-tight cuffs that restrain you to the chair, and you wince as he traces the bruising skin there. Pausing momentarily, he considers his next move before taking out a key to unlock them.

A moan of relief escapes your lips as you feel the blood rush back into your wrists. You pull your arms around the chair again, rolling your shoulders to relieve the pain that had been building there. Fuck, that felt so much better-

A hand takes your chin, forcing you to look at the agent who had released you. Shock floods your body, as not even Carillo, who had been rather aggressive, had touched you.

"You're going to start talking. You hear me?" He speaks, his tone demanding yet eerily soft.

You hadn't intended to become a part of the Cartel scene, but desperation and need for money had beaten you down. So, when a man approached you and offered to pay money in exchange for you sitting in his taxi as a passenger through the streets of Medellin, you swore it was a blessing. You had been careless and accepted the offer before even realising what you’d signed up for. Had you known you would be serving as a front for the Kingpin of Medellin, Pablo Escobar, who would lay in the trunk of the taxi as it ferried him around the city, you wouldn't have agreed to anything.

Needless to say, there was no backing out of a deal with the devil. Especially when you were the shield for Satan himself. That still stood, even when the Drug Enforcement Agency caught with one of Escobar's closest allies. The DEA had noticed you in the taxi multiple times during their stake-outs of the streets of Medellin and thus had ordered your arrest. With an explanation, you were facing deportation and life imprisonment. Without an explanation - execution.

The agent exhales smoke from his cigarette, tapping his foot on the floor to signal he’s waiting. You clear your throat weakly, beginning to state your case.

"I promise I haven't done anyth-"

"You will address me with 'Agent Peña' before you speak. Do you understand?" he asks you. You stare at him, abdomen twisting with his authoritative tone, but equally shocked by what he said. Without a leg to stand on, you mutter gently 'Yes, Agent Peña'.

"Good," he murmurs, stroking his thumb down your jaw as he gazes into your eyes. You feel your heart stutter, taken by his audacious attitude. He abruptly pulls your face forward, closing the space between you swiftly as a mouthwatering scent of vanilla enters your senses. You note the slightly artificial tinge to the smell. Was that his aftershave?

"I suggest that you start telling me why you were with those men," he whispers, taking in the details of your lips as he speaks. You part them slowly, considering your next move. Would they protect you if you did? You'd often heard of 'rats' being safeguarded by the US government...

You decide not to take the risk.

"Agent Peña, I don't know anythi-" you gasp as he pulls you forward by your wrists, throwing you over the freezing metal table. Before you have the chance to sit back up, his hand is pressing between your shoulder blades, pinning you to the surface. Your raised heart rate causes your breath to come out in soft pants, the respiration causing the shiny desk to fog up. What-?!

"You can't keep lying to me like this. I'll get an answer," he murmurs, the irritation evident in his voice as he begins palming at your ass through your denim jeans. You wriggle your hips, trying to break free, but he spanks you hard, enough for your skin to prickle and sting through the denim. You cry out in shock, attempting to look over your shoulder at the agent.

"Remember, Hermosa; I can get you out of this mess. I can find you a place to go..." His words are feather soft, but his tone is stern as you feel his fingers slip between your legs, searching for your clit through your jeans. Your back arches as he finds it, a soft moan trickling from your lips as he focuses his attention there and waits expectantly for some form of confession.

When he doesn't receive it, he spanks you again, harder this time. You sob out, pressing your forehead to the desk that's quickly warming up under your burning skin.

"You look like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth, sweetheart. But we know better, don't we?" he questions, stroking the prickling pain his smack caused. You flush red at that, feeling him squeeze your ass gently. You can't tell if he's talking about your criminal record or your sexual interests - regardless, he reaches his hand around your front and down the waistband of your jeans.

"You're so wet," he says, a smirk evident from the sound of his voice as he traces your pussy with the tips of his fingers through your soaked underwear, "I've barely even touched you." You whine in embarrassment, closing your eyes tight at the pleasure that arcs up your spine.

"Tell me why you were there," he commands, focusing his touch on your clit once again. Your toes curl in your shoes, pining as he grinds his hard cock against your ass.

"I-... I made a d-deal!" you choke out a sob as he pinches your clit. There's a pause as Agent Peña seems to consider what you said before he's unbuttoning your jeans with deft fingers.

"Continue."

"I can't say- fuck- I can't say anything-!” You moan out as he pushes your panties to the side, slipping his fingers into your soaked cunt within seconds.

"Be a good girl..." he goads, pressing the heel of his palm into your clit as the pads of his fingertips feel at your walls. You're beginning to aggravate him; you can hear it in his voice.

"I can't!" you moan loudly, pushing your hips to take his fingers deeper. Agent Peña doesn't even hesitate as you hear his belt unbuckle and his zip come down with his free hand.

"So unsuspecting. Aren't you? You look so innocent... But look at you," he growls in a voice as thick as honey, taking his fingers out of you and spanking you hard again, "Such a filthy girl."

You press your cheek to the table, still pinned down on your front as he kicks your feet apart and slips down your jeans.

You hear a groan as he feels at your ass again, observing the red marks his hands have made under the dim lighting. Peña grips at your ass and the back of your thighs roughly, taking in the view of you in your panties. You whimper, pushing your hips back with the need to be filled by his fingers again.

"You haven’t given me what I want," he scolds you lightly, too invested in the view to put any real effort into it as he slips down your panties. You feel your slick stick to the inside of your thighs as he pulls your underwear away from your core, replaced quickly by his fingers as they begin to slowly circle your clit.

"Agent Peña..." you beg, wanting more- needing more than just his fingers. Instead, you hear the crack of leather against your skin before you truly feel it, but the onslaught of burning, skin-splitting pain is enough for you to yelp. It hurts, but the sting combined with his dexterous fingers hurtles you towards orgasm much quicker.

You're soaking his fingers, and he can feel your walls tightening around him. He removes his digits, once again not allowing you to cum despite the tears of desperation that slip down your face.

"Tell me, and I'll let you cum," he insists, hand rubbing your prickling skin in an attempt to ease the pain. You gasp weakly, gripping the edge of the table as you fall apart, needing his cock inside of you.

"I rode in the back of the taxi. I was a c-cover for Pablo Escob-bar. He was in the trunk!" You babble, yelping as he grips your ass.

"Could you give me the addresses of where you went in that taxi?" Peña asked, gently pinning the side of your head to the desk but amping up the intensity of his interrogation.

"I-I can remember s-some!" You cry out as he impales you on his cock in reward for opening up. He splits you open, the ache between your legs delicious with the mix of your overstimulated clit. You grip the edge of the desk to brace yourself as he allows you to adjust to the length of his cock, which is already throbbing at the tightness of your cunt around him.

"Look at you, so fucking desperate," he practically coos, wrapping your hair around his fingers. You keen at his words, tilting your hips slightly.

That's all Agent Peña needs. Tugging on your hair, he uses it as leverage to piston his hips into you as he holds your hip in an iron-tight hold with his free hand. He uses this grip to tilt your hips upwards so your balance on your tiptoes. You moan loudly, overwhelmed at the sensation as his cock fills you just right.

"This is what you like, isn't it?" He tightens the grip hard enough that you'll leave this room with his fingerprints imprinted on your skin, "You look so innocent, but you just want a dick to cum on, don't you?"

You mewl, the head of his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust as he steadily spits utter filth at you.

"D-Don't st-stop," you choke out, holding on for dear life as mind-numbing bliss creeps its way up your spine, settling- building. The agent grunts with the exertion, noting the way you push your hips back with each thrust in an attempt to take him even deeper.

"Fuck, you're such a little slut!” he growls, spanking you again as you cry brokenly. His hips pound into you so fucking hard, still using your hair as leverage as the pain and the pleasure all build to an earth-shattering crescendo.

You cum so hard that your body crumples inwards, everything fading as heat rips through you. The rapture is so great that your toes curl in your shoes to the point they cramp up. It's eviscerating; your entire body just overwhelmed by the pleasure to the point you can't even hear your own loud sobbing.

"F-Fuck-!" Peña growls, dick throbbing as it pulls out of you, leaving you breathless as you hear a groan rip through the DEA Agents' throat. He cums, spurting thick ropes over your back as he continues to jerk himself off with one hand, the other keeping himself steady with his palm on the desk beside your waist.

Finally, you're both still and quiet, the only noise being that of yours and Peña's heavy breathing as the two of you try to collect yourselves. He clears his throat after a while, tucking himself back into his pants. Laying on your front still, dazed from the dicking down you just received, you hear him mumble under his breath.

"Could you give me those addresses please?"

... At least he asked nicely.

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[bluepeachstudios]

Little Scraps of Wisdom Anniversary!

Hi everybody! @spectralsleuth's fic Little Scraps of Wisdom was first posted a year ago today and me and @alicat54c got together with some other people to make an anniversary gift <3

If you haven't read it, it's REALLY good, it's a series of stories about Yoshi/Lou escaping Draxum with the kids without being mutated, and him integrating them into human society. Audio's writing is so lovely! <3

Premise of this gift is that the tots from Little Scraps of Empathy (LSoW / Empathy is Learned crossover; also very cute) found Ghost in the sewers and decided to bring him home with them while their family is out.

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“You’ll love our big brothers, Mr. Ghost!” the little spotted turtle, Touma, chattered. “Mikey makes the best food, and teaches me how to make the best food too!”

“You guys must eat really well, then,” Ghost murmured, casting apprehensive looks around the home.

“Hm!” Touma squeaked. “Mikey made a whole salmon for Raph yesterday! I got to help!”

“You should sit!” Aoi, the little slider, patted Ghost’s knees. “Dad says it’s polite to sit nice guests on the couch, not stand in the hallway.”

“Oh.” Ghost shuffled further inside, eyes scanning as he let the four little ones guide him into the other room, where he perched on the edge of the couch.

He could see an old magazine on the coffee table, depicting a grinning human in yellow tinted glasses. There were more beneath that, but Shima, the little soft shell, climbed onto the couch next to him, peering into his face intently.

Ghost hesitated before reaching out and petting over his head slowly.

Shima’s glowing red eyes scrunched shut as he leaned into the touch, tiny churr in his throat, before settling back against the opposite arm of the couch. 

“What were you guys doing out in the sewers?” Ghost asked, eyes softening at Shima. “You’ve got a nice house to live in here.”

“Dad never said we couldn’t go outside,” Aoi argued, fiddling with something under the table. “Just that we shouldn’t touch Donnie’s plants, in case, um, something.”

“Eaten,” the snapper, Kouji, signed, flopping onto the floor, where a pile of blankets and cushions had been stacked,

“Thanks for helping us find home!” Touma chirped, struggling to climb onto the couch cushions without digging his claws into the fabric.

Ghost scooped him up, placing him on the couch. His eyes kept drifting over the magazines on the table, then back up to sweep all the entrances.

Touma cuddled against him immediately, little yellow spots creasing like freckles as he smiled. “Thank you Mr. Ghost!”

“Yeah…” Ghost petted over Touma’s shell. “How did you all end up here…?”

“We used to live in the storm drain, before Dad found us,” Aoi chattered. They seemed to be setting up a game of chess on the coffee table. “We wanted to see what the storm drains here were like. We didn’t mean to get lost! But it’s okay, we found you! Dad likes turtles, so Dad’s gonna like you too!”

Ghost hunched his shoulders slightly, taking note of the exits once more.

Touma chirped, cuddling against his plastron. His grip was strong for a turtle of his size. “It’s okay, Dad’s nice! He makes sure no one screams at us! You don’t have to be scared!”

“Oh, no, it’s not–” Ghost paused, taking a breath and curling an arm around Touma. “That’s… good to know.”

“Do you want to play with me?” Aoi’s red eyes peered up at Ghost hopefully.

Ghost surveyed the board game, nodding. “You play?”

“Hm!” Aoi nodded. “Leo, my big brother, is teaching me how to play better, and lots’a other fun games too! He’s the best! Do you know any fun games?”

“Some…” Ghost sat forward on the couch to peer at the board. “You can go first.”

“Okay!” Aoi moved a knight. 

As they played, and whichever hand was free went to petting either Touma or Shima, Ghost wondered why a famous actor would adopt not four, but supposedly eight entire mutant turtles. He couldn’t see anything to gain from it, except perhaps more fame, but it came with more problems than it was worth. There were easier ways to get famous.

Ghost wondered why they were living aboveground, in a normal house, on a normal block, like they were humans. Was it possible?

Casually, he moved some of the magazines to look at the covers. If not Lou Jitsu, then it was Hamato Leonardo, posed and dressed like a model, bright red crescents always prominent. Ghost could feel his own Leonardo cringing at the thought of being seen, let alone modeling for a magazine on purpose. 

How did everyone know about them and nothing happened? Was it possible to live like this?

“Checkmate!” Aoi chirped, drawing his attention forward again.

Ghost blinked. He hadn’t been paying that much attention to the game and it had cost him. “Mm. You’re very good.”

Aoi beamed, tail wiggling. “Leo’s teaching me! He’s really fun to play with! Um, I like playing with you too!”

Ghost’s eyes softened. “Yeah. Me too.” He started to reset the board. “Another game?” He would pay attention this time. Give the kid a run for his money, as it were.

“Yeah!” Aoi chirped, already resetting the board.

“Shelldon says Dad and everyone’s gonna be home soon,” Shima hummed, playing with a tiny spider between their claws. It glinted metallically. 

“I should…” Ghost stood, stiff. “I should go.”

“You can’t go!”Touma cried, latching onto his arm like a vice.

“You gotta stay!” Aoi latched onto his leg just as tightly. He was trapped. 

“I can’t,” Ghost insisted, desperately. “I have to go, I can’t– I’m not supposed to–”

“Nooo!” Aoi whined, as Kouji wriggled out of his nest to capture Ghost’s other leg. “We want you to meet Dad and our brothers!”

“I can’t, I don’t belong here!” Ghost tried plucking them off carefully but they were like barnacles. If he wasn’t terrified of hurting them, he could have run.

If he really wanted to, he could have gotten away.

There was a rattle of keys in the lock, frantic worried voices on the doorstep. 

“Daddy!” The little turtles cheered, voices eerily in sync. 

The door opened.

Ghost swallowed.

Looks like he was stuck here for a while. 

[marzipanandminutiae]

The Other Nightgown Set, or, The Most Underappreciated Crimson Peak Costume

okay, CPeak fans. when I say Edith's nightgown, what do you picture?

this, right?

RIP to the gorgeous silk dressing-gown we never see after this scene. but I digress.

and yes, that is the more iconic one. but you're forgetting my own dearest-beloved, my #cozygoals, my unsung hero of Victwardian gothic loungewear...The Buffalo Robe/Nightgown Set

finding photos of this is ridiculously difficult, and that strikes me as a travesty. but it's a robe of a goldy-chartreuse silk-velvet, with what appears to be a salmon lining (silk again, I'm guessing), floral appliques, and a black sash. She appears to be wearing a lacy cotton nightgown underneath, although a rather short one- only to mid-calf. Interesting.

because Netflix cannot be screenshotted, I took photos with my phone of some details- pardon the quality, glare, etc.

The collar has piping of the lining fabric. This is done by wrapping a thin cord in the material you want to pipe with, and then stitching that whole affair between two pieces being seamed together. It's a pain in the ass to execute, IMO, but such a nice detail.

Our heroine is furnished with POCKETS! you can see lace on either side of the robe "skirt," either decorative pocket flaps or outlining the openings for normal, flap-less pockets. I can't quite tell which.

A slightly better view of said pockets as Edith regards the door that Eleanor (her mother) just opened using Ghost PowersTM.

I didn't screenshot this specifically, but her sash is a black ribbon- of course -with gold edges.

The Buffalo Robe interests me because it seems much more practical than what she wears at Allerdale. Sure, it's goth-tinged and lovely, but it also looks...cozy. It's not all the way up her neck, it's not silk brocade- it's soft velvet, and with pockets to boot. It's something the audience could see themselves throwing on over their own nightwear to lounge around the house. Plus, those pockets bespeak a need to carry things and do Activities- not just wander around crumbling manors with a candelabra looking appropriately ingenuecore. It kind of plays into an interpretive theory I have about Edith falling into the "world" of the Gothic when she goes to Allerdale- she's no longer in reality, sort of, so she gets this over-the-top fantastical nightgown as her primary outfit.

It also bears, I think, more resemblance to actual dressing-gowns and wrappers of the period than her Allerdale nightwear set:

(Dressing gown, 1880s. Fashion Museum, Bath, England. Earlier than Edith's vague 1895-7 aesthetic, but still similar.)

(Deaccessioned from the Rochester Historical Museum, New York, USA. This is described in the listing as an "1880s day dress" and the bodice does have a hidden button closure, but. Come on. The visual similarities are insane. I'm not convinced that Kate Hawley didn't see this dress somehow. Also earlier; also pretty close regardless.)

Makes you wonder if Lucille's got a more practical option stashed away somewhere, too...

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hello! Can I request a scenario with a gn!inumaki reader using their cursed speach to protect the first years from a beast or somth?

If you don't want to it's ok! Have a great day/night:)

Hi, thank you for the ask and for the patience! It's exam season, I have one more exam before my break starts and I'm using tumblr to cool down before studying again haha

First years with a reader who is like Inumaki from JJK

Ace

Might poke fun at you for using words like "tuna" instead of "hello" at first because he doesn't get it. However, once he finds out why he's just amazed at your ability

It happened when you two were fending yourselves from the ghosts during Idia's "wedding" and you commanded the ghosts to stop. It worked, and you ended up with a sore throat

After this event, he'll apologize for his actions before and give you some throat medicine. He's surprisingly nice afterwards, but watch out because now he wants to see what else you can do

He'll ask if you can make him jump really high by doing a command, and of course you shake your head because you don't want to hurt him. He might ask you to do something harmless but if you get angry then by all means make him slap himself :/

Deuce

Similar to Ace, he doesn't really understand what it means to have "cursed speech." He doesn't take part in the teasing, but he might ask you why you keep telling him "salmon" instead of "thanks."

That's until in the mines you two face off an overblot monster. Of course it was a bad idea for the two of you to go out alone and attempt to find some ore for a potions project, but you two weren't willing to risk your grades! You managed to take it down, albeit destroying your throat in the process

Deuce gets you to the infirmary right away, apologizes for the events that took place and insists he takes all of the blame. Of course, you two end up getting punished equally, but Deuce thanks you for saving his life after the meeting with Crewel

He will try to make a dictionary for himself on what you mean by certain ingredients. He might respond similarly to you on accident too haha

Jack

Probably the most understanding of your situation. Though he doesn't know the details of your ability, he doesn't question your choice in words and just goes with whatever you say.

He only sees your ability at work when you face off Leona during his overblot. You attempted to stop him in his tracks to save a student's life, which in turn hurt your throat. The fight ended with everyone safe but Jack carried you to the infirmary

He thanks you for saving both Leona and everyone else's lives. He also apologizes for not having done anything substantive, but you need to remind him that no he did help out.

Jack doesn't really mind your abilities tbh, he will however get a bit defensive if someone tries to poke fun at you for it. Of course, he's also the one giving you throat medicine whenever he thinks you might need it

Epel

Thought you were saying things like "roe" and "tuna" because that was the language of the place you were from haha. However, he didn't know that you had cursed speech, and he might've tried communicating with you through similar phrases (confusing the hell out of Vil in the process)

He sees your ability in action when he fights against the ghosts with you during Idia's almost marriage when you order a bunch of ghosts to move out of your way. It's amazing how you were able to do it, and it looked like they couldn't control their bodies. However, he saw you also cough violently and drop to the floor

After the fight, he's the first one to tell you how cool you were when you used your ability, but he also tells you not to push yourself. Handing you some warm apple cider, he says thank you

He might continue to talk to you in smaller phrases, and it's a way to bond with him honestly. He might try getting you to use words like "apple" too haha

Sebek

At first he tried to demand you to use "proper vocabulary" but then realized you had cursed speech after talking to you for a few minutes. Though he's a first year, fae know about magic pretty well and this isn't a new thing to him

He'll tell you not to strain yourself, and he's honestly more caring for you than you would have expected. However, sometimes he might not like it when you just respond to him with "roe" instead of a "got it" or so haha

You saved his life while outdoors during the Vargas camp. It wasn't a big beast, at least that's what Sebek told the other students, but it was fairly strong. You managed to fend it off by using a command and making it run the other way. You had lost your voice in the process, and Sebek told everyone to not make you shout or anything like that. He also helps you by making some warm drink

He's more caring than you would've thought. You first think it's because he knows Malleus cares for you, but it's probably because he understands what your ability is like

[journey-to-the-attic]

3rd anni req 15: levi / games (i.e. amogus)

ao3 link (i recommend looking at the end note of this one after you're done reading!! there is some supplementary stuff :^)

note: okay i did intend on fnaf for this prompt, but when it came to it i couldn't figure out how to write a proper thing - so amongus it was. thus the request list i published is a little inaccurate- hope you don't mind, vari! (requested by @valenrien

∎ ∎ ∎ ∎ ∎

“Ready?” Levi asks as soon as I slip into his room. “I’m all set up.”

“Ready,” I confirm, heaving myself over the edge of the bathtub and landing smoothly on a mound of cushions. “Are they online yet?”

“Raphael’s here,” Levi says, running his orange crewmate in circles around a completely stationary grey one. “Hang on, I’m gonna teach him how to put a hat on.”

“You do that…” I tip myself upside down, hanging my legs over the edge of the tub, then pull out my D.D.D. and ask, “Did Thirteen say she’d be free?”

“Should be. Hey, there’s Simeon.” Clicking, then a rustle as Levi turns to glance at me. “You’re gonna drop that on your face.”

“It’ll be fine,” I dismiss as the game boots up. Mammon’s out, so I decide to nick his colour for the game. “Thirteen in. Aw, look!”

Raphael’s little grey crewmate is wearing a halo. Simeon is still standing completely still in the middle of the waiting room. I’m not entirely sure if he remembers how to control the game.

“Solomon’s in,” says Levi over his shoulder, tapping the table restlessly. “Luke should— there he is. That leaves Diavolo, Barbatos…”

“...that’s everyone,” I conclude a few minutes later as Mephistopheles warps in. “Has Simeon moved yet?”

“Uhh, he walked a bit.” Levi types something at lightning speed.

-

[ Leviachan: simeon r u good ]

[ Salmon: We’re handling it ]

[ Mephistoph: The colour selection here is atrocious ]

[ Leviachan: just pick one n we can start ]

[ SSSime: 1 ]

[ SSSime: Pleas ]

[ Salmon: Could we get another five minutes? ]

[ Leviachan: fine ]

-

“I still don’t know what the plan is,” I say, setting my phone down as we wait for Simeon to get his bearings.

“Do we need one?” Levi asks, fiddling with a speaker. “We just need to point at Solomon.”

“Yeah, but if he is the impostor…”

“Eh, then we can wait ‘til the next game. Do you want your playlist on?”

“Oh, sure.” A bassline starts up. “...but we have to have a strategy, right? Otherwise everyone’ll know we’re trying to pull one over on them.”

“Eh… got any ideas?”

I hum. “Well, we need to keep track of him, otherwise we'll give it away if we accuse him when he has an alibi. So it won’t matter too much if one of us dies - we can track him better if one of us is a ghost. It’ll be a problem if we both die, but we might look suspicious if we just stick together the whole time - especially if someone figures out we’re trying to point to him. If we’re lucky, we put the idea in their heads, and they’ll start thinking everything he does is suspicious. We have to play the long game, though, or else they’ll vote him out in the first round and it won’t be any fun.”

“...you’ve been reading with Satan too much,” Levi concludes, but shoots me a grin. “Nice thinking, Counting on you, mastermind.”

Simeon’s little crewmate has started running excited circles around a motionless Barbatos. Diavolo is still cycling through hats, but everyone else seems ready. I give Levi a thumbs up, and he hits start.

“...huh.”

Levi glances over as the game loads in. “You okay?”

“Fine, yeah. Let’s split up first…”

I get a little worried about Simeon - he remains completely immobile at the main table for a good minute after the game begins, but soon enough he’s on his merry way. I head down to electrical, where Barbatos is evidently already having trouble with that spinning button-match task. I stop by the wires on the wall; I can tell when he finally completes it, because his little crewmate actually seems to jump when he notices me in there with him.

He comes a little closer. I step away from the panel and run a quick circle around him. He doesn’t move for a moment, but then does the same thing, and is soon on his way off to the next task, passing Mephistopheles as he leaves. I soon follow.

The action starts soon after that. I’m standing by one of the data download nodes when the buzzer goes off. Body reported!

-

[ Leviachan: where ]

[ 13: Electrical ]

[ Diavolo: Haha!! This game is delightful!! ]

[ Barbatos: If you could concentrate. ]

[ Barbatos: I was there earlier. I believe I passed the deceased on my way out. ]

[ Barbatos: I believe IK is innocent. We were alone in there for a while, but we both left unscathed. ]

[ detectiveik: barbatos is safe ]

[ Salmon: Barbatos, it’s just a game. You don’t need to type like you’re writing a telegram from the warfront ]

[ Leviachan: didn’t i see u go into electrical? ]

[ Salmon: Did you?? I haven’t been yet ]

[ Leviachan: pretty sure i did. 13 did u see him leave ]

[ 13: Don't think so ]

[ SSSime: How DO i VOt ]

[ Luke: We’re voting already? ]

[ Raph: Too soon to make any conclusions. Let’s play it safe ]

-

“Sowing the seeds,” Levi says triumphantly. “Hang on - what if he has medbay? If anyone sees…”

“I don’t think he even knows you can use it like that. He’s just gone into admin, anyway.” I run down and turn right, passing Luke.

A little while later, alarm goes off. Levi tuts. “Comms is down.”

“Oh, what? I’m up by O2. Hang on, I think Simeon’s stuck.”

“Solomon’s still in admin. There’s no one else in there…”

Body reported!

-

[ Barbatos: What a shame, Young Master. ]

[ Raph: Found him by the communications thing.

[ Raph: Whoever killed him left already. ]

[ Leviachan: any1 got an alibi ]

[ detectiveik: i’ve been watching simeon run in circles so i think he’s alright ]

[ Barbatos: And IK and I have both testified to each other’s innocence. ]

[ 13: Luke’s been with me on the left ]

[ Luke: Yes ]

[ 13: We were both on our way to fix the sabotage ]

[ detectiveik: solomon? ]

[ Salmon: I can’t get the damned card swipe to work ]

[ Leviachan: cmon its really not that hard ]

[ Leviachan: isn’t there a vent in admin ]

[ detectiveik: does it go anywhere close to comms? ]

[ Leviachan: idk i don’t remember ]

[ Salmon: I couldn’t vent! I was stuck doing the cards! ]

[ 13: Yeah right. Does anyone know where you were for that whole round? ]

[ Salmon: Yes?? Admin, obviously ]

[ Luke: It’s not like we were watching you in there the whole time though ]

[ Salmon: Well I haven’t left ]

[ SSSime: WHAtre we doing ]

[ detectiveik: i think it’s still a bit early to vote ]

[ Salmon: Yes good call ]

[ Raph: Hmm. ]

-

“...I think we’re getting there,” Levi says as we both leave the cafeteria together. “Who do you reckon it actually is, then? It looks like Thirteen and Luke are both clear… unless one of them just moved really fast. Or Diavolo was dead before comms even went down.”

“Could’ve been… maybe one of us should be tracking vitals. D’you wanna check security?”

“Sure. Oh, I’ve gotta do the fuel task down below first. Don’t wanna slack off.”

We pass Simeon on his way into the reactor. I think I see someone already on the cameras, but I don't get a long enough look at them to tell who it is.

There isn't peace for very long. Levi’s only just finished filling the fuel when another alarm goes off.

“Reactor’s down,” I say aloud, even though neither of us really need the confirmation - we're both already on our way there. “D’you wanna take the bottom one? I’ve got— oh. Hang on.”

Body reported!

-

[ Luke: SIMEON!!!! ]

[ Raph: That was fast ]

[ Luke: Raphael! Simeon’s dead!! ]

[ Raph: Ah, what a shame ]

[ detectiveik: top of reactor ]

[ detectiveik: might’ve been killed before sabotage but there's a vent right next to him as well ]

[ 13: Impostor pulled the same trick again? Really not slick ]

[ detectiveik: i think i saw someone in security just before as well ]

[ Barbatos: That's nearby. But that also could have been anyone. ]

[ Salmon: Well, I’ve been in admin, so it wasn't me ]

[ Leviachan: dude are you still on the card swipe ]

[ Luke: Maybe you should do a different task first? ]

[ Salmon: Nonono. I’ve got it. I can feel it. Next time it will work ]

[ detectiveik: are we going to avenge simeon or not ]

[ Barbatos: We still lack conclusive evidence, It might be wise to hold off on vengeance for now. ]

[ 13: Sure, if you stop using all those stupid big words ]

[ Barbatos: We shouldn't vote just yet. We don't have enough reason to. ]

[ 13: Now was that so hard ]

[ Raph: Makes sense to me. ]

-

Levi and I split up again this time. I stop to watch Raphael blast some asteroids - Barbatos runs past on his way to the cafeteria and briefly detours to run a loop around me. (Out in the real world, idling as he waits for some data to upload, Levi reaches into one of his drawers and tosses me a pack of gummy candy.)

Raphael finishes his task and goes straight down to shields. I toss one of the peach-flavoured ones into my mouth, then say, “Well, I don’t think Simeon's it."

“Duh. Hey, Solomon’s in admin again. Ooh, now he’s leaving… I’m gonna tail hi— argh! Oh, that’s just Barbatos.”

“Did Solomon get the card swipe?” I come back up from navigation and head to the cafeteria through weapons. “Did the task bar go up at all?”

“No idea. I turned it off in the lobby.”

“Now we’re never gonna know if the ghosts are slacking off.”

He snorts. “Well, we know Simeon definitely is.”

“Hey, not on purpose. And maybe he’ll be better at it now. It’s easier to get around when you can go through the walls.”

“Sure, sure. I reckon I’ll check admin now, actually— uh oh!”

Body reported!

-

[ Leviachan: admin ]

[ 13: Hmmmm… Solomon’s haunt. ]

[ Salmon: No!! I left admin ages ago! ]

[ Salmon: Barbatos saw me ]

[ Raph: Barbatos is dead ]

[ 13: Sure, he saw you. When you KILLED him ]

[ Luke: So it’s Solomon? ]

[ Salmon: Wait no ]

[ detectiveik: do we have proof of that ]

[ Leviachan: well whos been in admin this whole time? ]

[ Leviachan: isn’t it super convenient that barbatos dies as soon as solomon leaves ]

[ Luke: When you put it like that… ]

[ Salmon: Isn’t that just proof that I was keeping admin safe with my sorcerly presence (·•᷄∩•᷅ ) ]

[ detectiveik: please don’t ever use that again ]

[ 13: I’m voting you out right now ]

[ Raph: Hold on. We don’t have any hard evidence ]

[ Raph: All we know is that Solomon is the most probable suspect, but we can’t confirm that right now ]

[ Salmon: IT’S NOT ME ]

[ Salmon: I’ve been perfectly well behaved and trying to do my tasks ]

[ Luke: You’ve been doing ONE task and four of us are already dead!! ]

[ Leviachan: every1 who isn’t dead weight sound off. what tasks do we have left ]

[ Raph: I’m finished. ]

[ detectiveik: me too ]

[ Luke: I’ve still got to finish the test tube one ]

[ Leviachan: and ofc solomon still has like 10000 things left ]

[ Leviachan: if u even HAVE tasks.. sus ]

[ Salmon: I haven’t done anything wrong! ]

[ 13: We’ll see about that ]

-

“...tie,” Levi concludes as the voting ends. “Wait, who voted for Thirteen??”

“Solomon, probably.” I watch his little crewmate run straight up into the top corner of the cafeteria, probably to sulk. “...aww. Poor guy."

Everyone else has already left. I decide to do the same and head left to the medbay.

“Don’t go spilling the beans ‘cause you feel bad,” Levi says warily. “At least wait until we get him out, alright?”

“Why are you mad at him, anyway?”

“I’m not mad,” He objects. “Just betrayed. He knew I wanted that pack! He doesn’t even collect those cards! And— and what’s the deal, dangling it over me for a pact? How shallow does he think I am, huh?!”

“It’s like a best friend bracelet from him,” I say, running a brief loop around electrical and then heading out towards storage. “He does it to everyone in the Newspaper Club, too.”

“Well, it’s not funny. I’m not in the market for making any new pacts, anyway. Or new best friends... do they usually come in two-in-one deals?”

“He’d have way too many best friends to keep up with if they did.”

“Guess you’re right. I’m just lucky, then.”

Body discovered!

-

[ Raph: I found Thirteen in that big room with the boxes ]

[ Raph: Oh. Luke’s dead, too? ]

(“This is it!” Levi whispers loudly.)

[ detectiveik: a double murder? unprecedented ]

[ Leviachan: uhh we really should vote someone out. there’s only four of us now ]

[ Salmon: Not unless you’re sure! Because if you get it wrong, it’s a guaranteed win for the impostor ]

[ Leviachan: good thing we’re gonna get u out first then ]

[ Salmon: What???? ]

[ Salmon: It’s not me! ]

[ Leviachan: who do YOU think it is then huh ]

[Salmon: I don't know! I was in the cafeteria the whole time ]

[ Leviachan: well then even if u weren’t killing, u were skiving ]

[ detectiveik: solomon i don’t think any of us have seen you this whole round ]

[ Salmon: But I really haven’t done anything. Won’t anyone believe me? ]

[ Leviachan: u’ve been sus from the beginning ]

[ Leviachan: just accept it, we caught you ]

[ detectiveik: sorry solomon ]

[ Salmon: What did I do?!!? ]

[ Salmon: Someone??? Anyone??? ]

[ Salmon: Raphael….. please say something ]

[ Raph: I think you killed them, yes. ]

[ Raph: I have to admit that you acted the fool quite convincingly though ]

[ Salmon: Am I alone in this world ]

[ Salmon: I feel like I'm going crazy ]

[Raph: No hard feelings, Solomon. Justice is justice.]

[...]

[Salmon was ejected.]

-

The game, of course, doesn’t end. The map fades back into view, leaving the three of us standing alone at the centre table.

“Nice one!” Levi crows, and we send each other an air-high-five from across the room. “So it was Raphael? Didn’t think he had it in him. Guess there’s no winning for us now.”

“Nope…”

“He’s not chasing us,” He notes, running around the centre table, then stopping by me. “Or sabotaging anything. What’s he planning? He’s basically got it in the bag now.”

"Hmm."

"He's not even moving. Weird..."

“Very weird,” I agree, then hit kill.

Levi’s yelp rings through the whole house.

[sybeez]

theres magic in splatoon?

oh HELL YES i get to rant about splatoon on here instead of on discord :]

@anemonequeen hey u can add on too 👀

So what i call magic in splatoon is less 'high fantasy bullshit' and more 'its all around and you don't notice it' like the post said (my example was electricity irl and how we use it rn for mundane stuff). It's all headcanon also btw but very supported by stuff from the games themself

List of stuff thats magic in splatoon in no particular order (ill go over these after): music, technology (human made especially), DNA, ink maybe?, salmonids migration, probably more but thats all i got (infodump under the cut)

SO music has been canon magic since splatoon 1 and actually its linked to the DNA part!! ,,,I probably need to explain human technology part first to understand that but it's basically all the Alterna logs basically.

Quick recap tho: the earth is fucked > some humans go live underground in giant domes all over the globe(unsure) > in one of them they devellop crystals out of molluscs like squids n octopus ability to change color based on emotions and use those to make giant LCD screens to line the dome > fast forward 2 generations of underground humans > the next gen scientists who want to go out even if thats a fucked up idea > rocket go poof n destroys the screen > the squid LCD crystals seep into the ocean n evolution happens for every creature to turn into anthros

also most impportantly the crystals retained the hopes of dreams of all of humanity down there* (important)

now fast forward 10 000 years and we find this scroll in splatoon 1

and that melody famously created a revolution by every single octarian realising they actually have free will at once (it did NOT break any kind of mind control they just lived all their live in an authoritarian society) so already we can tell theres something up with.

another time we find that melody thats important is the end credit for splatoon 3 (wave goodbye) at around the 3:00 mark

,,,now im realizing this isnt exactly what i had in mind but the first time i heard it i thought the voice had no gargling like inkfish voices n instead it was the voices of all humanitys ghosts coming together to sing that part. But if we still go with that then (my headcannon) that means that melody thats been etched into sea life DNA was actually a human anthem that was kept in the memories of the LCD crystal

Now in splatoon 3 theres a lot of magic anyway lol but idk how to even explain that (the 3 lights, lil buddy becoming a kaiju, big man making ink) so use ur imagination for that lol but its there.

other human technology that's also magic: the machine to keep judd alive that somehow made him immortal AND clone him

There's more magic hidden in the game (like however the ink from the ink tanks fuels our weapon via bluetooth and how some non-inkfish characters can somehow use ink for turf wars) but thats why i tagged sasha lol

oh yea for the salmon migration bit i'm specifically talking about the 7 rings when a big run happens. idk how to explain that so therefore its magic

[carrickbender]

Sunday(a 7)

- So it's been a busy week. The mill called, and I'm now working 2 security shifts a week at the guard shack for a good wage. It's a start, and the CEO is talking January to commence the restart process. I've had 1 job interview that I crushed, one company that I really think would be a great fit hot on my heels, and another bridge job interviewing tomorrow. All of you sending your good energy, yall are making this road so much easier. Much love!!!

- in a related note, I'm also going in tomorrow to start my emergency substitute teacher application. My mom, who is a funny one, teaches locally and her words were, "you could work every day here and it'll keep you going". If nothing else, I'll be up and running with that by January, and between a couple nights at the mill and that, we will be just fine.

- H, being the squirrel she is, has come through with some $$$ for the house and I've never been more thankful that my partner is as committed to our goals as I am. I'm just glad, to be honest...

- I missed @jackiesayz when she was up here , and was so close by... H has been so sick, and the day I really wanted to get in touch we had to go to urgent care. She's fine now, thankfully, but I really wanted to meet up. Next time, and next time you and your sister are coming out for salmon!!!! (And for anyone else, that goes for you too!!!!)

- So 2 weeks ago, I finally saw my urologist and he literally was in the room for 5 mins. And the more I think about it, the more angry I become... Take a little time to listen to your patients, because if I'm telling you that it hurts to urinate but I don't have an STI and you still don't think anything is wrong with me? Yeah, I probably will go elsewhere.

- I almost got in 2 car accidents today, one of which almost ended up with a fight...

Speeding in parking lots. Don't do it...

Anyhow, there have already been 2 house fires TONIGHT in my funny little town, one had a possible, and I'm going to blame the moon. People are just feral...

- my mom turns 65 in December,and it's kinda messing me up. Her parents died pretty young thanks to tobacco(and her mom could have prevented her stroke with some lifestyle changes), so it's hitting her too. I just would really like to have both of my parents to hang around so that both can be ancestors for Henry and not ghosts. I mean, for the first time, it feels like both actually respect the person I've become and am becoming. I just want them to hold on a bit longer... selfish, isn't it?

Anyhow, bless you if you are still reading this. I wasn't kidding when I said your thoughts and energy were helping. I'm gonna put on a little music, drink some water, eat a cookie, set the fawcet on a drip, then go to bed. Much love to you all, and peace be with you.

[lensman-arms-race]

Episode 70 part 3 spoilers and speculation

Previously: part 2

Spoilers, naturally. Let's see if we can get a line on @gamie99's bingo card!

In part 2, we were able to cross off:

heroic sacrifice

jumpscare

insane fucken lore drop (debatable?)

WTF??

We might be able to cross off exclusive youtuber leaks already, because DFB gave some of the 'analysis' video creators (they're not really analyses; they're summaries!) a teaser image each, which when put together formed a message.

Here we go... Wait, what does that say?

Hurr hurr, payload, hurr hurr, cum.

I assume that's short for 'cumulative capacity'. I also assume DFB chose that asset specifically to amuse people like me, whose sense of humour basically froze in place when we were 12.

Some freaky shit happens right off the bat - Plunk and Assassin acquire some sort of videogame stealth powerup, enabling them to bypass a big skibidi. Naturally, this causes a recording/transmission error. I do want to know what the other units see when this happens - does the transmission fade to black? Do they get to at least see the error message so they know the POV cam didn't simply choose to pause recording?

Plunk seems baffled by what happens, looking at their hands in puzzlement. Interesting, Assassin doesn't seem confused - maybe they assume Plunk did it with their new doohickey.

Is this Salmon Shirt or one of the Minties? It's too low-res to really tell.

Whichever 'dead' cam this is, we see them fade out, which immediately tells us that the 'ghost' cams we saw earlier were in fact intentional on DFB's part, and not a rendering glitch (as I assumed).

Which makes it all the more hilarious that DFB didn't do anything about the glitch in which Salmon Shirt's arse falls out. "Oo, I'm gonna put in some ghostly cams that people won't be sure whether are part of the plot, just an Easter egg, or a glitch... Oh, this obvious glitch? Fuck it, they can have their arse hanging out."

...Given that this might be one of the Minties, and that Assassin didn't seem bothered by the invisibility powerup, might Assassin have known more about this than we realised?? That might have been why they were so unbothered about sacrificing the Minties: because they knew the Minties would be fine. Will we ever know??

Assassin and Plunk then confront Scientist Toilet, and it's an hilariously videogames battle. The POV perspective actually made me sort of feel I was playing it!

We might be able to cross off betrayal here: we catch the end of a conversation between the Scientist and the Secret Agent talking to them through monitors. We can't make out enough of their words and we don't know enough about their prior relationship to say whether Secret Agent is betraying Scientist, though.

Assassin gets bisected. Called it. Pretty badass that they still get up and fight even with no legs, even though it turns out to be to no avail.

Then... episode 69 squad appears! Cross that off. It seems only natural that we should be able to also cross off 'Polycephaly says a swear word' but unfortunately we can't. They're very polite this episode.

Interestingly, Polycephaly no-sells Scientist's teleport by 'vacuuming' all the teleport fog! This implies that the fog isn't necessarily a by-product of teleportation; it's possibly the cause of it. To teleport, you need to release some fog, and then harness it somehow?

It's also interesting that Polycephaly is apparently modular; they've swapped out their four sub-screens for some speakers. I guess we need to call them Monocephaly until they get the screens back, heh.

We then get some proof that the huge toilets have small toilets piloting them, as Scientist gets into his big-self shell. (We already saw this with the G-Coy in episode 65, but I think episode 70 shows that it's a modus operandi rather than a one-off.)

Yesmate! We see the large cam with the big red DOOM cannon again! Too bad they eat shit shortly afterwards. I feel so bad for the large cams! Does DFB not like them or something? They seem to exist only to get wrecked.

Pretty hilarious how the Scientist does a Mel Blanc-esque scream in response to the Matriarchs wrecking his shit, bwoo ha ha. Let's cross off ladies kick ass while we're at it.

I just want to appreciate them for a moment.

Then... Titans jumpscare! Bwoo ha haaa! Cross off Titans appear. I was hoping earlier that we'd see the Titans rip the roof off the base and start blasting shit. Turns out they didn't even need to tear off the roof.

We can cross off Titan TV gets injured because one of their sub-screens is broken. (I didn't notice at first because that Roblox face is so off-putting to me, aaargh.) Notice how Titan Camera's lens protector is deformed, making it look as though they have an angry eye, heheh. (This is visible in part 1 if you look carefully.)

After TCam blasts Scientist with their core flame, it seems surprising that TTv only crushes Scientist a little bit instead of using their own core power. I guess their plasma beam is so powerful that there was a risk it might harm their allies inside the base, plus they need to leave the Scientist alive so Titan Speaker can have their own fun!

HUGE catharsis! Oh, Titan Speaker, you've been waiting thirty-eight episodes for this, you deserve this moment! (Wow, TSpeaker was infected closer to episode 1 than to episode 70.) Time to cross off Scientist Toilet dies for real. Rest in piss, fucko.

Why does Plunk take their lens protector off at this point? Are they uncomfortable to wear?

Polycephaly has some little passengers! Adorable! Also funny as hell that they teleported into place instead of, y'know, walking a few metres. TVs are such drama queens, I love them.

Oh no! Big angst. We now have to cross off Dark Speaker dies. (Interesting that we get to see a circuitboard inside their head as they die - evidence that they are similar to human-made hardware inside.)

If you didn't cross off 'WTF' in part 2, now is definitely the time to do it! The 'ghost' of Salmon Shirt and the Mint Twins re-appear - just what are they?! Were they ever real cameramen to begin with?? How long have they been working with Secret Agent?

What's up with the Camera and Speaker heads on Secret Agent's desk? Are they the original prototypes - did Secret Agent create them??

One peeve I have at this point: the reliance on spoken English (Secret Agent's little speech). For me, part of the appeal of Skibidi Toilet is that plot is conveyed with mostly body language and actions - there's very little reliance on spoken or written word. I guess it can't be helped, though - I don't know how else you'd convey what is happening.

Secret Agent tells us that a 'bigger threat is coming' - in the form of the Astro Toilet we saw in part 1. With this information we can cross off Astro Toilets appear again and Astro Toilets are planning shit. Are they allied with G-Toilet still? (Were they ever?)

One of the Minties gives Secret Agent something (looks like a floppy disk). What's that??

Then... Secret Agent, that motherfucker! AND DAFUQ, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!

TV Matriarch's expressions seem to be evolving a little - they're still made of punctuation marks, but in a way that I don't see how you could simply type out. You'd have to cut and rotate some of them; they're basically a collage of punctuation marks rather than emoticons. (Unless there are obscure punctuation marks I don't know about!)

At the end of the episode, we have no choice but to cross off Plungerman dies... again.

Did we get a bingo?

Cowtits. No we didn't.

[kannymaei]

The Perfect Girl - Chapter 9 (Kamisato Ayato x Reader)

Author’s Note: All characters are OOC! Please be reminded that this fanfic is Modern! AU and Highschool! AU and none of this are canons to the actual lore of Genshin Impact. I do not own Genshin Impact or the characters in the game!

Synopsis: You were a graduating high school student who somehow got involved in unfortunate events and transferred to Teyvat International School. Due to your “complicated” physical features, you became the main target of the school’s “bully”, Kamisato Ayato! Together with his friends, Diluc Ragnvindr, Tartaglia, and Arataki Itto.

Word Count: 3.7k

Taglist: @frieschan @nejibot ​​​

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It was already 8 pm when Kamisato Ayato came home, he willingly fell asleep next to you and wasn't aware how many hours had passed since he left. 

"What are those looks for?" Ayato entered the living room quietly with his friends staring at him as if they saw a ghost. 

"Where have you been?" Miko asks, it is seen in her eyes that she was worried. 

"I went for a stroll and bought dinner for everyone" Ayato replied and showed the bag packed with Japanese food. 

"Let's go to the table then" Ayaka grabbed some of the bags from her sibling and hurried to the dinner table followed by her other friends.

Diluc sneaked up behind Ayato and slightly smelled his clothes. He knew the smell that stuck to his clothes he was very familiar with this smell. It was the smell of the ICU in the hospital. 

"Liar" Diluc whispered to him. Ayato felt cold air straight down his back followed by his friend's gaze

"You went to the hospital didn't you?" He added. 

Ayato was stunned by how his friend guessed correctly that he visited you.

"I heard something from an old friend." Ayato stared at his neutral face. 

"Alright, then that settles it. I thought you were visiting Y/N" Diluc grinned at him and followed their friends to the table. 

— 

"We've been worried sick about you" 

"He probably felt sick inside the house that's why he went out to stroll for a while." 

"Hey, Ayato…" 

Ayato never had proper sleep for days ever since you were put into a coma. Every day, every night, the memory of you bleeding on the floor has been haunting him and he still blames himself for it. 

"So where did you go Ayato?" 

"Hey Albedo, can you teach me this lesson I didn't understand?" 

"Sure!" 

Today, he slept peacefully next to your hand holding his. Even if visitors have a limited time of visiting, the nurses didn't disturb him that his time was up already when they saw him sleeping peacefully. He felt warmth around you.

"Why didn't you tell us that you were going to go out? Ayato?" 

"Is he hearing us?" 

"He's… just eating his food…" 

"I think he's thinking something very deep that he remained unbothered even after we called him." 

What's even weirder is that Ayato seemed to lose his feelings for Miko because she gradually changed when you came. She wasn't sweet and compassionate like she used to be, maybe it was her true colors. Then why does it feel like he likes someone other than Miko? Was Ayato in denial? He wasn't sure about his feelings whenever he was around this someone.

(No, I only love Miko… and it will always be here.) He said to himself while chewing on his food quietly. 

"Why don't we visit Y/N?" Ayaka suggested, this set the mood of the table from something quiet to something full of hope and excitement. 

*Chopsticks dropped* *choke* *cough* *cough* *cough* 

Ayato quickly grabbed a cup of water and drank it to prevent himself from choking. He was wondering who that person might be and who knew that hearing your name would skip a beat of his heart. 

"Brother? Are you okay?" Ayaka offered her sibling some tissues and fetched more water for him. 

"Y-yes I'm alright. Thank you. It's just, this is too peppery" He replied while wiping his mouth with a tissue. 

"Peppery? You're eating sashimi… there are no peppers in sashimi and you're not eating those pepper-crusted tuna or salmon" Childe said, he wondered how could Ayato choke on sashimi alone and said it was too peppery? If it's wasabi, he would have said the food he was eating was a little spicy or minty. He couldn't have mistaken it for pepper. 

"Maybe he added more wasabi…" Ayaka embarrassingly replied to his friend. Even his sister doesn't know what happened to her brother. 

"Miko, you don't have to come if you don't want to," Diluc suggested, he only thinks of your safety. Who knows if that girl unplugs your life support, after all, this is her best chance to end you if she wants to. 

"I don't want you to come with us at all" Lumine said and just like Diluc, she has the same reasons for your safety.

"I don't care because I'm not going to volunteer to visit her." Miko placed down her chopsticks and then rolled her eyes while crossing her arms. 

Ayato quietly finished his food. He wasn't talkative as usual, his mind was somewhere else while his friends continued talking about their school work. He must have missed a lot during his suspension. 

…

The night has ended peacefully, fortunately, nothing bad has happened. Everyone decided to visit you tomorrow morning before they bid their goodbyes and gratitude to the Kamisato Family. 

— The Next Day — 

"Brother, are you going to join me in going to the hospital?" Ayaka knocked on her brother's room but no one seemed to answer her back. 

"I'm going inside now." She said and slowly twisted the doorknob of his bedroom. A few walks in revealed a sleeping Ayato, he was tired from yesterday. 

(Maybe it's best if I don't wake him up now, I'll just text him.) Ayaka thought to herself while she fixed the bed sheets for her brother before she closed the lights that were left open and left him alone. 

Ayaka texted her friends that were already at the hospital waiting for the Kamisato Siblings. She informed them that Ayato would be joining soon since he was fast asleep. 

She bid the maids and servants goodbye before going inside their private car where the driver would bring her to the hospital where they were confined. 

— 

"I hope Y/N's finally awake!" Lumine said she's so excited to see you even if there's no update about your condition. 

"Hopefully she's… awake…" Diluc softly said. 

"I'm here!" Ayaka opened the door of her car waving to her friends. 

"Hey!" Childe waved at her. 

"So is your brother coming or not?" Diluc casually asked if Ayato went out to visit you and not just some of his old friends. 

"Oh yeah, I forgot to leave him a text message!" Ayaka quickly grabbed her phone from her purse and texted Ayato whether he was awake or not. 

"Let's go in shall we?" Diluc suggested and his friends followed him inside. 

—

"We're here to visit Y/N L/N," Diluc said to the nurse. 

"Ah, we only allow two visitors at a time inside the ICU. What's your name? So I'll write it down in the visitor's list." The nurse replied. 

"Diluc Ragnvindr," Diluc said while glancing towards his friends who seem busy talking to each other. He walked up to them, mainly Childe.

"So we're up first in visiting her, the nurse said two visitors are only allowed at a time" He smiled. 

"Let's go then!" Childe stretched his arms around before preparing to enter the ICU. The two men were helped by the staff in wearing their gowns before entering.

They slowly walked up to your room and as expected you were still fast asleep in a coma but you looked so much better than when Diluc first visited you. However, there is something very odd, something that doesn't belong.

—

"Oh shoot, I forgot my handkerchief in Y/N's hands…" Ayato quickly stood up from bed when he received his sister's text message. 

He dashed through the bathroom to take a bath not minding where his dirty clothes would be, he'll fix them later. 

He opened the shower as cold water streams down from his toned body while he brushes. Even if he's already awake, he still feels like his whole consciousness is asleep. 

Ten minutes after he goes out of the bathroom, he wraps his bottom with a towel while checking for something to wear. 

"What should I wear?" 

"Should I bring her flowers?" 

"Why would you bring her flowers?" 

The man started to speak to himself. Thoughts about something that would make you happy but he shouldn't care right? 

"What am I doing?" 

"Ugh, I hate you so much Y/N, you're making me talk to myself like I'm crazy." He rolled his eyes while he finally found something to wear, it was a long-sleeved sky blue polo and black slacks together with some necktie and cost. Ayato looks like he has a formal party to attend.

He goes down from his bedroom and informs Koharu that he'll be leaving for the day. 

"You're going on a date, my Lord?" Koharu asked and hid her laugh. 

"Yeah… I mean no! Take care everyone." Ayato walked outside the house to his car while covering his reddened face because he suddenly said he was on a date but the date was going to visit you. 

Before starting the car, he texted Ayaka that he was already on his way to the hospital.

—

*ding*

"O-oh! My brother just replied to my message. He said that he's on the way now." Ayaka said to Lumine who's currently sitting in the waiting room of the ICU. 

"I wonder how's Diluc and Childe doing inside. I hope they don't cry out loud for her." Lumine laughed thinking about Childe since he's a bit panicky about his friend's safety. 

…

"I knew that son of a b- lied!" Diluc whispered to Childe while looking at you. 

"Lied? Who?" Childe faces Diluc whose face is quite… irritated. 

"Ayato, he went visiting Y/N yesterday. That's why he's been acting all odd and quiet. Look at the handkerchief in Y/N's hand, I wouldn't mistake that for another person. He even left a Sakura petal and his omamori" Diluc said while pointing at your hand. 

"Wait you're right, that is his handkerchief. That man is like walking art. He has his cup, own style of clothes, whatever." Childe said while pointing at the piece of white cloth with a thin sky blue border.

"Do we leave it here on her hand?" Childe's face showed a look of puzzlement. 

"He left his omamori or the good luck charm… he probably wished for Y/N's recovery… so we should let it be." Diluc was convinced that he shouldn't return it to Ayato since he probably left it there for a reason. But he's more curious about why didn't Ayato just tell the truth right away yesterday. 

Diluc's eyes wandered around the hospital and noticed that Ayato changed the red roses he brought last time to blue stargazer lilies. 

(Could it be that Ayato? No that's not possible, he doesn't remember.) Diluc shook his head. It's not likely that Ayato is starting to have feelings for you as well because that would mean there are three of them wanting you to be their girlfriend. 

"Hey Y/N! Once you wake up and the doctor says you're free to go. I'll bring you dates every day or every week!" Childe said to your unconscious body. 

"That's if she wants to go out with you." Diluc teasingly replied to Childe which made Childe's face frown a little bit. 

— 

While patiently waiting for her brother, Ayaka recalls a memory from more than 10 years ago right after the accident. Coincidentally, you were having the same memory from your dream.

It was a memory about how Ayaka was ordered by her parents to stay quiet or have her lips zipped for her entire life not unless Ayato remembers it himself. 

Kamisato Ayato truly loved you even if he was young, he knew that you were the one for him. 

His feelings all started back then when you accidentally pushed him down the stairs during the Kamisato Annual Celebration. 

"Hey watch where you're going! You're destroying my handsome face…" Ayato looked up at you. 

You were panicking because you accidentally pushed downstairs the heir of a prestigious family and from the look of it, he looked really mad at you. You covered your mouth with your hands while looking around if anyone saw you but fortunately, no one was there. 

Ayato scanned your face, there stood a drop-dead gorgeous young lady. 

"There you are Ayato, we've been looking for you." A large man came up to him, you assume that it was his father. 

(So his name is Ayato…) You thought to yourself.

"What happened to you, my child?" The man asked his son who has a small bruise on his arm. 

"I… I'm so-" You were cut off by an answer that you didn't expect to hear. 

"S-she was so beautiful! I didn't notice where I'm going and I fell off" Ayato lied and covered for you. 

You were blushing when you heard what he said. Your heart was pounding, how could someone you just met would lie and cover for your own mistakes. 

"Her?" The man looked up at you. 

"She is Lady Y/N of the L/N Family. The main purpose of this party is for the collaboration of their family with ours and you are supposed to meet her later but it seems like fate was on your side. The two of you already met." The man laughed while he helped his son stand up. 

"D-dad I want to marry her!" Young Ayato tried to convince his father but all that he got was his father laughing again.

"You can but for you to do that. You're going to court her since these kinds of things shouldn't be forced. You must know if she would reciprocate your feelings or not. You're still young, my child." The man explained to him. 

You're too far from them and you can't hear a single thing so you decided to come downstairs. 

"I was about to help him b-but- he's so handsome. I was too stunned to move" You went with the flow with his lie but little did you know how much this affected Kamisato Ayato's heart. 

His heart was racing and it was obvious from how red his ears and cheeks are. 

You came up to him to hug him but what caused a little… commotion is when you kissed his cheeks because you thought, as a child, that kissing cheeks are normal things to do because your parents often do it to shower you with their love. 

"D-DAD! S-something's h-hard!" Ayato immediately spoke after kissing his cheeks which shocked his father. 

"I'm taking him away from you now, I'll see you later Lady L/N" The head of the Kamisato Clan pulled his son away from you and walked away. 

You wonder what you did wrong. 

But now that you see this memory, you knew that you gave Ayato his first boner and he was panicking about what was happening.

Kamisato Ayato can't get you off his mind that after the party he requested that the two of you meet more often whether it's at your residence or his. 

"Is your brother here yet?" Ayaka snapped back from reality when she saw  Diluc walk out of the ICU with Childe following him. 

"Not yet, let's go. It's our turn to check up on Y/N" Ayaka replied and signaled Lumine to enter the changing room so they can wear proper gowns for protection. 

Just like Diluc, Ayaka was quick to notice the items that his brother left inside the room.  

Lumine was busy talking to your unconscious body which left Ayaka reminiscing before your family disappeared from the public after the accident. 

— 

Ayato arrived at the hospital with his two friends staring at him because he looks so formal while they only wore their casual clothes. 

"Where's my sister?" Ayato asked. 

"You know where she is right now, you probably won't need a guide from the nurses either." Diluc calmly said before saying his next sentence that might make Ayato fall to his knees. 

"The next time you lie, you shouldn't leave evidence. It's alright, it's our little secret, no one's mad. Pfff, but your sister is very sharp, she'll know it too." Diluc laughed which made Ayato cold sweat. 

Ayaka and Lumine walked out of the ICU. 

Ayaka handed out in secret to Ayato the handkerchief he left on your hand but she didn't bother bringing back the omamori he left for you. 

"Just in time, I guess…" Ayato scratched the back of his head and quietly walked inside the ICU after. 

—

"My lady is going on a trip!" Ayato happily sings inside the car with you. 

"Calm down Ayato, you're too excited" You slid closer to him from your chair which frightened Ayato because behind his pocket, he hides a special necklace specifically made for you. 

"My Lady… Y/N L/N… I love you with all my heart. I swear by my name that I will always be your Knight in Shining Armor, your only prince who will protect you from danger." Ayato held your hand and placed it on his chest, you felt his heartbeat racing for you.

It's been an hour already since you left the Kamisato residence, the driver was different and the two of you thought that your family hired a new one so you had your guard off around him. 

"Children like you are very annoying…" The driver said but wait, that doesn't sound right. 

You looked at the driver in the mirror, it revealed a creepy creepy-looking predator. 

"I'm just following orders… at least my family wouldn't be poor now…" The driver continued and drove the car at more than 100mph. You immediately knew that this man was going to kill both of you, even himself. 

"Ayato- he's going to crash the car! We're going to get killed." You said to him, you could see it all from his face. Regret, anger, and sadness. 

"Don't worry my lady, I'm going to protect y-" The car suddenly made a turn making you two thrown off to the other side of the seat, in a matter of seconds before the car crashed. 

Ayato didn't make it to protect you but ins, but it was you who tried to shield him but your body is too small for him. All you heard was the sound of a crash with your arms wrapped around him before everything turned black. 

Luckily, Ayato was still conscious right after the crash, thanks to your protection. 

"I… I'll get us out of here Y/N!" Ayato tried to get outside the car by crawling through the broken window and pulling your body too. Even with a bleeding head and a broken leg, Ayato successfully got out of the car with you. He got burns on his skin due to everything that felt hot around him, he didn't recognize what fire was since all he had in mind was to get out with you no matter the danger surrounding you. 

Ayato knew he had to crawl far away from the car since it was going to explode sooner or later due to the fire, there, he managed to crawl a little before the car exploded. He looked at you completely bleeding with broken bones, he placed his head on your chest, and he cried because of the low pulse he felt. It was a miracle that you were still alive but he's still worried. 

When Ayato looked back at the car there was another explosion with flying debris hitting him on the head, knocking him unconscious on top of your body that barely survived. 

…

…

…

…

The next thing you know is you're in a white room with a lot of beeping machines. Your vision is blurry and hazy but you tried to look around to look at your mother. 

Your head felt light, you tried to recall what happened but your mind went blank. You no longer remember anything and your parents are very well aware of this which is why they decided to move to another state far away from the Kamisato Family and from there you grew up with the feeling that you were always forgetting something very important, something you didn't want to forget but you did. 

On the other side of the country where Ayato resides was Ayaka being ordered by her parents. 

"My dear, Ayaka, you must never bring up this incident again with your brother. I'm ordering you to zip your mouth and keep quiet with all of these. Your brother has lost a part of his memory and it would be most likely about the Lady of the L/N household. Her family has decided to disappear from the public after the attempted assassination of their daughter and our son and who knows if you reminded Ayato, he'll be angry at us because no one knows if the Lady is still alive and you know your brother. He doesn't give up and will not believe until he sees Y/N in the flesh." Ayaka's mother said to her, she is tearing up already but she was glad to know that her brother is alright. All these years she has been keeping it to herself that deep inside her heart she was happy seeing you alive when you first entered the school and somehow… fate reunited you again with your lost lover. 

Maybe you and Ayato were truly meant for each other no matter how long and even if people tried to separate the two of you. 

You'll always find a way back to each other. 

…

…

…

…

"You're the perfect girl I've met."

…

…

…

…

Your eyes open, you wake up from your comatose. Tears were streaming down your face and as soon as your vision began to clear you looked at someone who looked like they'd seen a dead person who resurrected from the dead. 

What is he doing here? Is he still apologizing to you but you already forgave him a long time ago. (A/N: Y/N doesn't know that Ayato apologized the other night since she doesn't have a perception of time while she was in a coma so she thought that was a long time ago already.) 

"Y/N…" He softly said while tightening his hand around yours with the omamori in between. 

"Ayato…" You whispered to him, feeling the warmth of his hand. There was a long silent pause between the two of you, only the sound of the machines beeping. 

No words were said, he let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around you. 

"I'm sorry…" He said to your ear, you could feel his tears from your neck and shoulder.

[nyamadermont]

A Ghost from the Past

#FFF172 A Ghost from the Past

Avatar: Legend of Korra 

609 words

[Image ID: a dark teal rectangle overlaid with misty white, the text '#FFF172 A Ghost from the Past' is centered /End ID]

Kya dropped her two books on top of Lin’s pile and wandered away to grab coffees for them both. Lin shook her head and smirked at the cashier. 

“She’s a little put out with me. I made fun of her for buying kids’ books.”

The bookseller glanced at the two books. “Gideon and Harrow? Lin, you’re missing out. I know you don’t like gross stuff, and these can get gross, but they’re amazing books. Now I’m put out with you, too.” She gave a theatrical harrumph and started ringing them out. 

Kya sauntered back with their coffees. Lin looked up sheepishly. “I’ve made you both mad. Maybe I can cook my way back into your good graces?” She lifted her brow hopefully. 

Kya and Weilei looked at each other with deep frowns. “Do you think we can trust her?”

“If I make that glazed salmon you both like?”

The other two brightened considerably, and Kya kissed Lin. “Weilei, come to dinner. Bring some of that mochi with you. We’re out.”

Weilei laughed. “Sounds great. I will be there.”

Just as Weilei was handing the books over to Lin, an older gentleman entered the shop. He brightened as he saw the women at the counter. “Good morning.”

Weilei walked around to greet him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Dad, you should meet my friends, Lin and Kya. Lin is making dinner tonight to make up for her poor choice in books.”

The man looked at the pile in Lin’s arm and joked, “So, Lin, you’re the one keeping my daughter in business?”

Lin smiled. “I’ve been coming here for years. I’ve told her she can’t retire before I do.”

She glanced at Kya, and got the small smile and nod she knew would be there. 

“Would you care to join us tonight? We love having Weilei over, and would enjoy getting to know you, too.”

He beamed. “Any friend of my daughter’s is a friend of mine. I would be honored to take you up on that.”

***

Kya and Lin spent the afternoon in a round of dusting, sweeping, straightening, and general house cleaning. The day was beautiful, and they spent an hour in the garden, reading before it was time for Lin to cook. 

Lin gave Kya back the book she had agreed to try, and Kya was mortified to see just how far Lin had gotten. 

Lin shrugged. “It’s a far sight better than my officers’ reports.”

***

Kya lounged in the living room with a glass of wine when she heard the knock. “Lin, they’re here,” she called out as she went to the door.

She went to the door and welcomed her guests. They bustled around getting inside, shoes off, gifts collected, and wine served. 

They stood outside the kitchen to watch Lin finish off the meal. Both Weilei and her father helped get the table set and the food brought out. 

They sat and began passing the food around. 

Lin looked up from her place. “You raised a wonderful daughter. I’ve told Kya before, Weilei has almost been a sister to me for years. I’ve spent a lot of time in her shop.”

The father smiled at his daughter. “Glad to see you bring honor to the family name, young lady.” He smiled and winked. 

Weilei laughed. “Well, you know, dad, it’s tough keeping up with the Beifongs.”

The man’s hand fell to the table with a jolt. 

All eyes snapped to him.

“Beifong?”

He looked rapidly between Lin and Kya. 

Lin nodded. “Lin Beifong, of the Gaoling Beifongs.”

The man slumped. 

“I knew your mother.”

Everyone froze. 

“My name is Kanto.”

[tarabyte3]

Having a terrible headspace/imposter syndrome/continued writer's block day. So have some more of my poetry instead. No pretty graphics this time. Just 4 poems with a decade between them.

I am lily-like,

To the Gardener

open and blushing, petals

speckled in salmon.

I want you to cup

and caress my blossom face,

the curve of throat down

to my long-stemmed sway

of hips, full figured flora

ready for pollen.

Pistil and stamen,

yellow fingers stretched outward

from their corolla

casing to bathe in

raindrops and breezes. Pluck me,

roots and bulb heavy.

Inhale my flower

sex—fragrant. Waiting for you

to see my ripeness

and hang me to dry

beside the aster, pansy,

rose, chrysanthemum.

- March, 2010

The Buried

The ivy here reaches up

like many greedy hands

groping stone, embraced

in a patient game of tug of war.

At every turn there are dunes

of vines, erratic tangled masses

where the ivy has won,

burying the plaques

like their patrons

interred below.

We are, all of us,

returned to the earth.

Not through a yawning chasm,

but boxed neatly and regifted.

Some are charred to ash

and dust and scattered, ghosts

of embers catching wind gusts

until they settle, are swallowed

still by dirt. By inevitability.

Though our markers and monuments

are lost to time, the ground

never forgets us. It carries

the memory of our bones

in soil and tells the living,

"This was life once, too."

- October, 2020

To the Moon

I have seen a full moon drive a man

crazy as a woman can, so you must

be a woman with thick red hair.

The Greeks call you Selene—

brightness, moon-faced woman,

curved, voluptuous night figure.

My body swells as you do, waxes

to fullness each month

until we are emptied and new.

You must be a woman who knows

how dark the world can be

on a moonless night—

I have watched men crying

for the moon in alleyways

at two in the morning.

- April, 2010

Light

I want to be a light.

I want to burn, beacon

bright and leave

neon shadows behind

your eyelids when you look

away. The impression

of me more than an echo.

A brand. A memory

that sharpens into focus

whenever you smell

my perfume in a crowded

grocery store or hear

raindrops patter rhythms

on your windshield.

You see, light leaks

when it's strong enough

and I want to leave you

with enough to brighten

anywhere you might go.

- February, 2020

[sharkrocket]

Nine people you'd like to get to know better

Tagged by: @zu-zup! Thanks for tagging me, I feel so honored! 😁

Last song: I'm going to cheat a little a talk about some loose songs I would love to put on a Patho playlist but don't have enough songs to make a full playlist, I think people would be more interested in that ahaha

BODY/PRISON by HEALTH for Rubin - Okay so, my impression of Rubin is largely informed from his P1 version, and when he's going around dressed in leather like that and has a banging warehouse theme, my mind translated that into dark club music, and it's been stuck there every since. I keep joking about making a Rubin playlist but it's just HEALTH songs because their whole discography is just kinda like that.... Big recommend from me

Glass by Blood Cultures for my fashion model Rubin agenda - Man, this is harder to explain, but BASICALLY, I feel like Rubin would make a fantastic model. Not that he would be one in modern AU, but I think he has some traits that would be very good for an alternative fashion model. MAYBE I'LL ELABORATE ON THIS ONE DAY.... But anyway, this is the song I would love to see him do a runway walk to (Blood Cultures is fantastic btw, also a recommend)

Helplessness Blues by Fleet Foxes for Artemy - The lyrics are pretty self-explanatory.... a man struggles with growing up and his finding his place in life, and I feel like it's pretty fitting.... Love this song a lot

There There by Radiohead - SO I JOKED ABOUT SEEING HOW MANY RADIOHEAD SONGS I COULD SHOVE INTO PLAYLISTS, but I had a really complex Burda comic I was trying to plot in my head. Unfortunately, I think animation is the only way to really convey the vision, and that's a bit out of my league.... 😔 I can talk about it more if anyone is interested, though

I'm trying to create a creepy Polyhedron playlist just for fun, but I'm having some trouble finding the right vibes.... I feel pretty solid about these two though, they feel creepy enough:

Carol N°1 by Woodkid

Spring But Dark by Clark

Favorite color: I have lots! Big fondness for salmon pink and my art tends to run in on the warm, vibrant (sometimes neon) side

Currently watching: Trying to watch Bad and Crazy on Netflix but I'm not a huge TV show person unfortunately 😔 Too time consuming and most of the stuff I do wanna watch needs subtitles, which I can't pay attention to when I'm multi-tasking

Last movie: HOO BOY, I watched Marry My Dead Body on Netflix, and basically the premise is that an aggressively straight homophobic cop accidentally gets married to the ghost of a gay man, and they need to cooperate to solve a series of crimes and find the murderer. It's a fun premise and it's supposed to be an action comedy but I can definitely see how your mileage may vary depending on what's your sense of humor might be.... Not a super terrible movie, but ehhh....

Before that, I saw The Lure (Córki dancingu) which was more interesting to me.... It's supposed to be a modern retelling of Hans Christian Andersen's Little Mermaid, but with flesh eating mermaids and discothèque flair.... I know people have mixed feelings about this movie, but I enjoyed the style and music... The music is SO catchy

Currently reading: NOTHING AT THE MOMENT, I just returned some library books not too long ago, and these are my recommendations

What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher - A sort of retelling of The Fall of the House of Usher from the POV of a nonbinary solider in fictional mid 1900s Europe... a VERY easy read.... The characters are charming and the narrator is really funny, witty and sarcastic... Reminds me a bit of Artemy in that regard... Good body horror to be had here

The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw - This is more a traditional, dark fairy tale narrative.... It's told from the POV of a man-eating mermaid who burns her husband's kingdom to the ground... She takes on a nonbinary Plague Doctor as her traveling companion and they roam together before stumbling across a village of children who keep dying and coming back to the life thanks to the aid of 3 surgeons who conceal more sinister purposes...

Just Like Home by Sarah Gailey - I enjoyed this one a lot.... A supernatural haunted house horror/drama where a woman returns to her childhood home to take care of the estate of her estranged dying mother while confronting the dark history that her father left in the basement.... Excellent characterizations and I was really invested in where the story was going

Sweet/spicy/savory: BIIIIGGGG savory person.... I like sweets but I love a good savory.... Fries and chips are a big weakness of mine

Relationship status: In a relationship! 🥰

Current obsession: I'm still drawing Patho, so that's still sitting on my mind.... I just finished watching a playthrough of Dave the Diver though, so that's been sitting on my mind too.... UNBELIEVABLY cute and charming.... Sort of scratches the same itch Animal Crossing does

Last thing I Googled: Different kinds of biological slimes.... I never thought about categorizing them before, but now I really want to know what qualifies as a slime

Currently working on: Portfolio stuff.... 😞 I want to leave my current job, so a necessary and time consuming evil, unfortunately

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

Rules: answer 20 questions and tag 20 blogs you’d love to get to know better!

Tagged by: @gayvillainerainera (open tag hehe and it looked fun!)

Name: Katie

Pronouns: she/her

Zodiac: leo sun, sagittarius moon, virgo rising

Height: 5'3" (if anyone makes a short joke I will bite you)

Time: 00:59 bby

Nationality: Irish babe

Favorite band: Oh man idk, I do love Måneskin and The 1975, ADORE Florence + The Machine (I never know to list the group as a band or just focus on Florence but I adore the music either way, and if you weren't gonna read it in this category, you'd read it in the next) and La Femme, love me some Cocteau Twins, but I've been getting into Siouxsie and the Banshees, Sisters of Mercy, Type O Negative lately! Also vibe with The Radio Dept. And much more tbh but the list will legit keep going so I'll shut up now hahaha :P

Favorite artist: Outside of the aforementioned, Lana Del Rey. Also love The Weeknd.

When you created your blog: Originally in like 2014 or something?? But my blog got flagged for no damn reason back in like early 2020 so then I set up this one. Still occasionally use the other one, but mainly to reblog specific things/signal boost, given I had a sizeable follower count.

The last thing you googled: Madeira famous drink (the answer I was looking for was poncha)

Lucky number: Not telling!

Other blogs: @mademoiselle-katie (the OG blog that is like an old abandoned saloon which is frequented by ghosts rip; if I like one of your posts, that's the url you see). There are some others but I never really use them. @la-fxmme-damnee was a kinkier one I made but I had to keep logging in and I am lazy so. Not bothered to keep it up unless I get traction there lmao.

Why I chose my url: I felt like a change and was watching an old Edwige film where her character was accused of being a "coquette", and I sorta can behave like a coquette (in the original sense, not the Internet Type™ ) and wanted something a little dark, so added "malefique" bc it felt right. I can indeed be an evil coquette, or a nightmare dressed like a daydream (sorry to use the lyric but like...it is lowkey me lol).

How many people you're following: 1,024

How many followers: 1,122 (on this blog, but the OG has 1,192 and a history blog I seldom use now has 1.5k)

Average hours of sleep: Lord knows, nowadays between 7 and 9 I think.

Instruments: My voice 😌 I used to play violin and piano but gave those up. Did tin whistle in primary school lmao. Sorta harmonica (keep losing the harmonica bc I'm an idiot fml). Have been considering doing harp - for a variety of reasons.

Currently wearing: big, fluffy pyjama top and fluffy pyjama bottoms

Dream trip: GOD SOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!! Various destinations across mainland Europe, but I'd really love to see the Nordic countries and the midnight sun/aurora borealis (depending on time of year). <3 Mexico, Cuba, Thailand and India would also be super cool!!! There are some others too but I've already talked too much :P

Fav food: omg sis I love food way too much, Sicilian olives, hummus, kabanossi, brie cheese, fettucine alfredo, pizza, ratatouille, this ratatouille lasagna recipe my mom makes, blinis, smoked salmon... <3

Fav song: okay i have several atm: Passaccaglia by Ennio Morricone, Dominion by Sisters of Mercy, Christian Woman by Type O Negative, Bela Lugosi's Dead by Bauhaus, Cat People by David Bowie. I have many others including all-time faves but these are current ones.

Three fictional universes I wanna live in: none thank you (that I can currently think of).

I shall tag: @little-miss-scare-all666 @bodhitreebluebird @neednottoneed @sonybuzz42 @bouncing-flowers @jazz-vampire @mirandasinclairs @blackwoodbanshee @cafeomancer @catherinebronte (if you guys wish to, ofc!! no presh if not), and anyone else who'd like to do it! <3 It's great fun!

[xerxeswitch]

What is your thoughts on vampirekin folk vs people who say they are psi vamps and sang vamps?

Take my opinions with a grain of salt. I don't believe in the extreme concept of otherkin in a lot of things. I can believe, and I had seen, that astral forms do represent heavily on something they feel heavily gravitated to...but that's just it. I've seen astral forms that looked like trees, salmon, beetles, jaguars, or just blobs of energy, etc. None are better than the other in regards to how they function, but they have special unique aspects that are not entirely of the function of the form itself. ------- So with that... I believe most "vampirekin" are most people whom are just hyper fixated on the media, stereotypical aesthetics and cosmetics of the whole capes, fangs, pale skin, gothic looks, etc. Some have have a ghost of the hunger for blood...(or they have Renfield's syndrome.) Some claim to have phantom feeling of fangs and they hate the sunlight. (Though, I do wear custom made fangs and they feel pretty damn good, I'll admit) Some believe their soul is stuck on something that pertains to vampirism in a past life, reincarnation, etc -- which is something I am more inclined to believe in certain ways. Or, to put it far more bluntly -- some just hate themselves so much to the point where they want to be something or someone else. The psychic and sanguinarian "vampires" are the "black holes" of the space; The energy hunters that are in NEED for vital energy from others moreso than it is about the aesthetic role -- but some do it anyway to complete the feeling and the concept this planet has a grasp on with vampirism. Some do have strong cravings for blood because it contains the vital energy more physically, but vital essence is vital essence. Or, they think they are any of these things and wish to be powerful over others which is a behavior I see a lot in here too -- in which I can say that people do practice vampirism purely for the occult instead of the necessity. So, to put it simply, one's a supposed need and the other is supposed desire/pull. --- To add to this...

I find that fangs, the gothic aesthetics, and the whole concept of drinking blood is all fabricated, human stereotypes, or being used symbolically to describe such beings who do take vital energy -- which they are infamously are called "vampires" like we call some typical undead "zombies."

Vampirism transcends what humans think and believe in what makes a "vampire." It's more than just capes, gothic aesthetics, fangs, predatory behaviors, and even blood. It has no true shape/look. It's the very concept surrounding vital energy in properties that can show itself in energy manipulation to pure vital hunger in some food chain. --- I also am not really into the concept of vampires either, and I don't like being a psi vamp. I am more open to believe it's just delusion, a mental illness that I need to just look into perhaps. I don't want to really seek community with the two either, life is already ripe with drama and noises at times. I also have doubts about both communities upon the concepts. ... But that is where I stand currently.