#goto asks

[shamanofthewilds]

On the day I saw Durotan in the movie, I unlocked my orc fetish

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[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY KASUMI GOTO *  assorted dialogue from mass effect 2 and 3, adjust as necessary

i swear to god, i didn't touch anything.

in case i don't see you again, thanks. that was a lot of fun.

and the "boxers or briefs" question is finally answered.

there's a certain aura about you. like you've seen things no one else has.

there's no way you're recruiting me to fight in a galactic war.

i wouldn't bring you here if it wasn't dangerous.

this is our stop.

you say the nicest things.

i'm a thief. stealing? it's who i am.

by the way, are you going to call security?

hey, come on. i never get caught.

ugh, i really need to avoid dairy.

you know, twenty years from now, this could be worth a fortune.

all right. i'm in.

nice working with you again.

this place has more money than it knows what to do with.

well... nobody's perfect.

hey, i'm nostalgic, not dead.

i like the seedier towns. they're prettier.

maybe when we're done with the mayhem thing, i could come back and... recover a thing or two.

now stop bothering me!

this is all i have left.

i imagine with all that's happened, old friends are becoming a luxury.

you know what i haven't had in ages? ramen.

come back later. i'm sure i'll have more to talk about.

i'm not really sure what to do with myself.

i'll stay off the grid. no one will know i exist.

well, that didn't go as expected.

we've never seen each other in person.

no one knows what i look like.

if we're lucky, you won't even have to draw your gun.

i always expect trouble. that's why you're here.

we should probably wrap this up.

see you on the ship.

you'd look really out of place at a society party in armor, don't you think?

i was just thinking about you.

i go through everyone's drawers.

[name] won't be able to keep his eyes off you.

getting it back will be easier with your help.

please tell me your password, [name].

good to finally meet you. i'm a fan.

my grandmother used to make the best ramen.

honestly, i'm shocked they didn't come to see me sooner.

it's my fault for being hard to find.

i'm the best thief in the business, not the most famous. need to watch my step to keep it that way.

i needed to make sure all this was legit.

you're the real deal.

even without knowing what you looked like, i knew it was you.

that's a bit of a story.

they were looking for me, so i trailed them to find out why.

i guess it slipped their minds.

i'm planning to get it back.

you'll get a briefing when the time comes.

i have a way in, and i think you're going to love it.

you'll want to look presentable.

you look great. you should wear this stuff more often.

you have been waiting patiently.

they won't hassle you over a sidearm.

you have excellent taste in underwear.

i thought about living here for a while, but everybody's so tight-ass.

it's all about money to these people.

i do what i do for the love of it. these people do it because they don't know any better.

i'm not a scientist.

this is why i don't put strange liquids in my mouth.

it's a plant!

was i that obvious?

people are talking out there... and i hear it all.

sounds like you two had a nice date.

it's nice to be able to look out a window for a change.

how many bedrooms does this place have?

i'm not really lactose intolerant, i just don't put up with lactose's stupid drama.

there's something about the feel of actual paper in your hands.

[tawus]

Not gonna lie daigo is giving me bisexual disaster vibes and keisuke looks like he never has a problem getting laid no matter who it is

Keisuke is the earthiest of all my blorbos. The man exists and operates on a prehistoric mf plain when none of our present societal conventions existed. Everything about him is so raw. Did I share on here how I had a dream with Keisuke and got to experience how he fucks lol? I completely understand Sumire in how she fell head over heels for him and let him nut in her in what was prob their first and only encounter. I would too, in a breath

Daigo, on the other hand, is a man who thrives and rides the conventions of the current society. A wild beast who disguises himself as a member of it, but we've seen by now that he really isn't...

The two are so different yet so similar. Both circling the acceptable bounds of societal norms - Keisuke stomping it in his dirty boots, Daigo tiptoeing it in his polished leather shoes - they converge on the periphery of the civilised society.

Conclusion: a threesome with Keisuke, Daigo and us is in order

[nishihiroto]

INI : HANA VISUAL CAM

[acrazybayernfan]

Marco being like "it doesn't get more kitschy than this but now we have to win or it's just shit" lmao

Hahaha that's cute. Of course he had to say that. I love how Marco has turned into this position of team leader it's quite unexpected but I really love it !

[ketchup-gas]

Muscular: I need your help. I can't tell you what it is, you can't ask me about it later, and we're gonna hurt some people.

Mustard: What car are we gonna take?

[karagna]

Have you considered going to bed as it is 3:30 AM for you and you are bored

maybe so.

[kamyru]

Fluffy family fanfic idea: How HLITF guys interact with their newborn/infant/toddler. (Like maybe they'll use a higher tone or become more expressive when talking to their kid)

Hey, anon! Thank you so much for this ask. It's such a cute one. Please, send me more family bliss requests, I adore them. I hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as I liked writing them. ❤️

Public Safety Detectives interacting with their babies (Shorts)

Jin Namba

Earlier that day, Namba saw his wife mixing the vegetables in the pan with closed eyes. So, when their son woke them up in the middle of the night, he placed a reassuring hand on her: "I've got him," he whispered. Jin kissed his wife's forehead and went to see what had disrupted his son's peace.

A barely audible "I'll come in a minute" left his wife's lips before Jin could leave their shared bedroom. The man hoped she wouldn't be true to her words and would continue her well-deserved sleep.

"What's bothering you, Baby Chicken?" Jin whispered, and a chuckle left his lips. He cleared his throat to calm himself, remembering his exhausted wife. Even if their son was already a few months old, he couldn't stop laughing when he called him "Baby Chicken", even if his wife hated this nickname.

After checking the boy's diaper and giving him his bottle, the man could finally admire his best project in peace. Baby Namba was softly snoring in his hands. Jin could barely stop himself from pinching his cheeks. However, what he couldn't stop, was the lullaby that came out of his lips. The boy smiled in his sleep, encouraging his dad to continue singing softly. After another ten minutes, Jin put his son back in his crib.

"Can you sing me lullabies, too?" a groggy voice asked him.

Jin chuckled and kissed his wife, who leaned against the wall. Of course, he could do it. He could do everything for the person who made him the happiest person in the world.

Hideki Ishigami

The aide in Captain Ishigami's car was rocking their leg. After their first mission as a Public Safety Cadet, they were scolded harshly by their Instructor, and the road back to the Academy was torture. They had to bite their lip to prevent themselves from crying.

Ishigami, in the contrast, seemed calmer than ever. He yelled at the poor newbie enough. However, he was far from being tranquil. At every red light, he looked at his watch.

"Can you call the most recent number in my contact list?" Ishigami finally broke the silence. His aide did what they were asked, with shaky hands and teary eyes. A voice they recognized to be of another of the Public Safety Detectives answered.

"Hey, MC! Give the phone to our daughter," Ishigami greeted.

Finally, the aide started to calm down. Something more interesting than their inner conflicts was in front of their eyes. Now, they knew who wore the pair of the wedding band that Ishigami had on his ring finger. Moreover, they found out that the frightening Instructor had a family.

"Hello, honey," Ishigami started. He was met only by a barely audible "Mhm." A sigh escaped the Captain's lips. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it to your concert. I sincerely apologize. What can I do for you to forgive me? Do you want to dance for me when I arrive home? What cake do you want to celebrate your concert?"

The aide's jaw was on the floor. They had no idea their Instructor could have this sort of emotion. And in front of them? Wow!

"I just want you to come back," a sad voice whispered. "And I want you to know that I'll be mad at you for a few more days," the girl continued, this time a little bit happier. Surprisingly, Ishigami let out a chuckle. After a few more words, he ended the call. However, he could feel his aide's eyes on him.

"What?" Captain Ishigami asked, more than dissatisfied.

"I didn't expect you to be so soft," the aide mumbled, afraid of their Instructor's reaction.

"For you, I'm your Instructor who is supposed to prepare you for your future job. For her, I'm her father, who is supposed to love and care for her," Ishigami answered with a barely visible smile.

Hyogo Kaga

"You dumb shitheads!" Kaga's voice reverberated through the entire Public Safety Academy. He was "explaining" to the newbies how none of them passed the last exam and how they could give up on their dreams of becoming detectives. However, his narrative was interrupted by the creak of the entrance door. The man was a second away from yelling at whoever had enough guts to disregard his lesson. Though, a little head with too familiar hair styled in two braids popped up. The little girl, who barely had enough force to close the door, ran towards the Instructor.

"Papa!" she yelled while jumping in his arms.

Kaga knelt in front of her and caught her midway.

"What are you doing here, brat?" he softly asked, while planting a kiss on her temple, as if he didn't scare the living shit out of his students a minute ago.

"I asked aunt to bring me here because I missed you," Baby Kaga answered while snuggling against her father's chest.

The man hugged his daughter tightly and reassuringly.

"I also missed you," Kaga whispered in her hair. "What is mom doing?"

Baby Kaga lifted her head and looked deadly serious at her father.

"She was cleaning. I told her not to do it because you commanded her to relax. But she didn't listen!"

Kaga rolled his eyes, yet a barely visible smile appeared on his face. He had no idea how he got so lucky to have a smartass daughter and a badass wife who gave birth to their baby son a few weeks ago and was already causing problems again.

Shusuke Soma

"I don't remember you telling me so many compliments," Soma's oldest son pouted while listening to his father talking with his newborn sister.

"I did. You just forgot," Shusuke attention turned to his oldest kid. "Do you remember things from when you were a baby?"

The little boy shook his head, understanding what his dad talked about. So, forgetting his sadness, he sat on his father's lap and looked at his sister.

"She's so tiny and cute," Baby Soma said in awe.

Shusuke nodded his head. A tear of happiness ran down his cheek. His wife was sleeping in their bedroom, still recovering from giving birth a few days ago. It was her first day back home. His son watched his daughter with an amazed face, willing to take her in his hands. And his daughter was a bundle of joy that increased his happiness even more. What had he done in the past life to deserve all of this?

"You also were this tiny and cute," Shusuke told his son. "You'll always be cute, even if you are taller than me."

Baby Soma rubbed his chin.

"What if I want to be strong and handsome, not cute?"

Soma let out a chuckle.

"Nah, you'll always be cute for me, just like your mother and your sister."

Takaomi Tsugaru

MC came up with the idea of having a team building after a few more newbies entered Tsugaru's team. So, Tsugaru, Tsugaru, Momose, and a few "kids" were sharing a drink in a somehow awkward atmosphere.

Little Hare and Momose were already accustomed to Tsugaru's antiques. However, it was strange for the rookies to try to enjoy the night with the person who yesterday took them out of an investigation because of their minor mistakes. It was also strange to see someone enjoy the strange combinations of food their Captain had on his plate. So, Momose, Tsugaru, and MC enjoyed each others' company while the newbies tried their best to look relaxed.

"I also want this!" a kid's voice yelled from behind the senior's back.

All three of them turned to the familiar voice. A little girl ran to Tsugaru's lap and was a second away from taking his chopsticks to try what got her attention. However, her dad stopped her.

"Better try what's on your mom's plate," Tsugaru guided the girl to MC's food.

"What are you doing here?" MC asked, as the responsible adult she was.

"Grandpa brought us here," the girl explained and took a piece of meat from MC's plate. Tsugaru put away his plate to make enough space for his daughter's food. He rested his head on hers.

"Us?" both Tsugarus asked.

"Yes, did you forget that you have two kids?" the boy who said this leaned above his parents and put away the beet pints they had in front of them. "I think you have had enough alcohol for today."

Little Hare and Tsugaru made space for the boy to stay between them.

"They haven't touched any alcohol yet, Noa," Momose said with a chuckle.

"Probably they are so old they get drunk on smell alone," the boy continued. His parents pinched his sides and chuckled in faux offense. At least now, their junior knew that there was someone with a sharper tongue and sarcasm than their boss.

Seiji Goto

"So, this paper goes in here, and this one in here," Seiji told his one-year-old son, who sat on his lap. After half an hour of sorting the papers, the detective put his son on his hip and went towards the laundry basket. "Mommy's white shirt, daddy's white shirt, mommy's cream skirt, daddy's other white shirt, all of them can bathe together. But they can't bathe with your pink romper. Do you understand?" Seiji kissed his baby on his head. In this position - sitting on the floor - MC found her boys.

"What are you doing?" she asked, with a soft smile on her face.

"I'm teaching our son to do the chores. We have already sorted my papers and the laundry. I don't want him to be as useless as me," Seiji said with a content smile.

MC frowned while getting closer to her boys.

"You're not useless," her lips whispered next to her husband's lips. Seiji leaned closer to kiss her. The boy on his lap started to clap his hands. His parents kissed him on both cheeks. "You have the best father in the world," MC told her son.

"And the best mother," Seiji added.

Ayumu Shinonome

Ayumu typed fast at his computer, looking at his superior. They exchanged looks that meant more than one hundred words. The hour at the corner of their screens was making fun of them, running faster than they expected. The first trains were already going. However, it didn't matter because both were away from their families on a work trip. Suddenly, a ringing broke the "idyllic" atmosphere between men. Hyogo gave Ayumu an annoyed look. Yet, after he saw the name on the screen, he changed his mind.

"Take it while I'm going for a smoke."

As Kaga went farther, the smile on Ayumu's face got bigger.

"Do you have two spare minutes?" MC's voice started.

Ayumu became alert. What if something happened at home? Was his baby daughter okay? A day before he left, Baby Shinonome called him "papa" for the first time. Suddenly, all his worries disappeared when Ayumu heard his daughter's voice.

"Papapapapapa!"

A pout appeared on the man's face. Why he had to be away from his girls? It wasn't fare!

"Aw, who is your favorite parent?" Ayumu asked when the girl was still mumbling. He didn't have to see to know that MC rolled her eyes at his childish behavior. So, to make everyone happy, he continued: "I love you both, my girls." Ayumu's cheeks were burning, and he could bet that MC's were too. She wasn't accustomed to him behaving like this.

After a few more words, Ayumu ended his call, and a voice caught his attention. It was Kaga who finished his cigarette on the balcony and was returning to work.

"Papa also loves you, honey. Wait a little more, and I'll be back," the frightening Captain said.

Knowing looks were exchanged between partners. They were even more motivated to finish their work and return to their families.

Toru Kurosawa

"How are babies made?" Toru's three-year-old daughter asked him while he was still in bed while MC tapped something for work on her computer.

In front of Toru's eyes ran all the possibilities to avoid the question. He could invent a story: his daughter would believe it, or tell her to ask mom: it would be fun to watch. However, he took his job as a father with the utmost sobriety. So, he put Baby Kurosawa in front of him and started his explanation:

"When a female and a male love each other, sometimes they want to have a family and babies. And for this, they usually have sex, but there are more methods to have kids."

A round of sweat ran down Kurasawa's forehead.

"And what is sex?"

Toru took a deep breath.

"It's a very intimate thing. You have to trust the other person to do it."

Baby Kurosawa awed understanding. A lot of other questions ran through her head. However, a sweet smell coming from the kitchen tickled her nose. She turned to run away and see what food was waiting for her and met her mother in the doorway.

"For how long are you here?" Toru asked with a pout on his face.

"From the moment she asked you the first question. I caught her words and got interested in your answer," MC answered with a chuckle. "Have I ever told you that you do a fantastic job educating your kid?"

Toru shook his head only to hear his wife's compliments again. He could lack seriosity in his day-to-day life, yet his daughter was an important matter that had to be treated correspondingly.

[spookyvalentine]

mass effect au: crime lord

there is no shadow broker. instead, there is the shepherd

ART BY @naarisz ‼️❤️‍🔥‼️

canon shepard

fic under the cut!

As the doors swoosh open, Kasumi overhears The Shepherd murmuring, “Where are we on the—” when they’re interrupted by several bursts of binary static. “Thanks, EDI,” they say, voice warm with something close to pleased.

EDI’s eagle platform ruffles her feathers in a metallic echo of their spreading smile.

As Kasumi pads farther into their private study, she notes with satisfaction that they’re finally wearing the tailored trousers she picked out. It cinches higher at the waist than they normally prefer, but it makes their legs look—phew! just like she pictured it—a million miles long.

The Shepherd rolls up the other sleeve, metal fingers working deftly and flashing under the light. The inky satin fabric of their shirt strains across broad shoulders, revealing a display of skin—collarbones to belly button—that seizes the breath in Kasumi’s lungs.

They could button up just a little more, she thinks idly. She’d rather keep such a sight for her greedy eyes alone—under bulletproof glass, behind a couple uncrackable security systems and some really thick doors. Lounged beside her Bernini would suit them, or perhaps framed against the Giotto—and draped in fat bolts of jewel-toned silk, the hard planes of their body softened by moody gallery lighting.

Eventually she meets The Shepherd’s waiting gaze, and watches the skin crinkle around their eyes as they prowl around to stand before her.

Up this close she can catch the heady scent of almond oil, oranges and myrrh. 

“Kasumi.”

They catch her chin in their (ungloved! flesh-and-blood!) hand before pressing a thumb to her bottom lip, giving it a slow, thoughtful swipe. Kasumi almost rises up to her toes at the sensation.

It’s been a… while (too long, actually) since The Shepherd was bare-faced and without the voice modulator between them.

It is a relief to see Mercy.

She knows her gaze is covetous, okay, but damn—she’s missed them. She traces the beloved angles of their face, the scar roping across the bridge of their nose fading with every year they grow together, savors the sight of disarming freckles that only multiply with every planetside visit.

And their eyes gleam brighter with cybernetics.

Somewhere in the privacy of her mind Kasumi mourns to watch their sweet honeyed gaze be swallowed up by that orange glow. It’s burned the nuance from their expression, and the distance... hurts.

“Heard we picked up a kid,” Kasumi says and gives into the urge to touch them, reaching out (and up). She flattens her palm against the center of Mercy’s chest. To feel their warmth, their pulse. To look at the contrast of their golden skin under her pale fingers. 

She feels them nod.  

Mercy turns and Kasumi follows with the motion.

She’s surprised to see a small shaved head poking out from one of the thick plush blankets on Mercy’s chaise. (Surprised, because they rarely allow other people on it. Mercy’s slept on that chaise more than their own bed, Kasumi knows.) And another surprise—EDI’s coyote platform is curled in the space between the kid’s knees and the sofa back, her muzzle resting on their flank. She cracks open one gleaming orange eye to peer at Kasumi before letting out a whirring huff and settling back in (was that—is it even possible for EDI to be lazy?).

“No name,” Mercy says lowly. “Yet.”

“So, Cerberus…?” Kasumi starts to ask, curious to see what they will choose to share. She debriefed the ground team. She knows about the too-many little bodies found in the morgue, pinned to tables like butterflies. Knows the treatment said to help Mercy’s... condition was—

“Not a solution,” they say, always-smiling mouth ticking downward. A slow breath. They pick up the black leather glove resting on EDI’s stand and slides it on, fastening the clasp around the delicate bump of wristbone. Then their metal hand smooths at the space between her shoulder blades before gliding down to rest at the small of her back—turning Kasumi towards the door. “I’m about to have a little chat with some people.”

“You’re leaving the kid here?” Off-kilter isn’t even close to the word for what she’s feeling for this day, good grief.

“She’s sleeping,” they say too easily, and—pun fully intended, because sometimes? damn you, Mercy—shepherds Kasumi with their big looming body through their study. (And if she leans into their touch a little, well, it’s not like there’s really anyone around to see). “EDI’s got my message.”

Kasumi about to stomp down on those shiny pointy-toe boots and say, no, you’re not leaving a biotic bomb of traumatized child unattended, unconscious or not, when Mercy looks over their shoulder and continues—

“Besides, Wrex promised to be there when she wakes up. Didn’t you, marshmallow?”

Startled, Kasumi looks back and finally spots the old krogan settled in a comfortable armchair. Tucked into the corner, he’s not particularly visible from Mercy’s desk—man, she should’ve noticed him earlier—but he’s in the direct line of sight of the chaise. He’s dimmed the lights of his omnitool, but she can see Wrex is playing a game of kepesh-yakshi. He’s removed most of his armor, but his shotgun remains close by.

Wrex grunts. “I was bested in battle. A fierce warrior.”

“Oh?” Kasumi asks.

“Headbutt,” Mercy says, mouth close to her ear. “And when that didn’t work? She bit him.”

Wrex holds up an arm, a long-unnecessary bandage wrapped around the space between his plates.

“Sounds familiar,” she says, sneaking a glance up at Mercy, and fuck if she can’t hear her heart bursting at the unfairly sweet sight of their dimples.

“A well-matched foundling for Shepard,” Wrex agrees, approval rumbling through his words. He then curls his hand into a fist, softly pounds it twice to his chest.

“She’s in your capable hands, Wrex,” Mercy says, and returns the gesture. “EDI will keep a channel open.” With a last glance to the sleeping child, they turn to leave.

As the door slides open, they tap twice at the hollow between their collar bones. And Kasumi hates it—maybe a little more every time—how the scrambler shifts its way across Mercy’s features, stealing away their face and wild golden hair from her sight til it becomes an ever-shifting, utterly forgettable facade.

The Shepherd.

“Come with me, Kas,” They say. Word by word their lovely drawl is reshaped. It seems today it’ll be a clipped, vaguely Irish accent. “I need you.”

And they stroll down the hallway, comfortably leaving their back to Kasumi.

And always, she follows.

(curious about the crime lord au? :D you can read a (slightly outdated) outline here)

i cannot stop looking at them. everyone, go check out @naarisz​ if you’ve been wanting a commission/look at her extremely babely shepard, jocelyn!

thank you my wonderful @acrylicsalts-inspo​ for the utterly inspired headbutt+bite jack vs wrex idea 

[ennuidays]

Can you not fathom we want to hang out with you because we fucking like you. but whatever

[itsnothingofinterest]

In the 2nd databook, it was stated Muscular got visits from Garaki. Assuming both are in the same prison/police station (saw around that Garaki's place resembled the same as Compress/Geten so its probs the station), if there is a breakout do you think Garaki would have planted something into Muscular to give him a boost or that such a vist was merely a Quirk grab and nothing else?

I think it was probably just a quirk grab, with the additional chance that their connection is also how Muscular joined the League. But otherwise, Muscular’s never seemed to hold any special interest to Garaki or AFO, and in fact was previously told to just run amok with almost all the other jailbreakers like he was the seltzer villain.

Plus, any visits would've had to have been before his first arrest; and if Garaki planted something on him during a pre-summer camp visits in preparation for a break out now, then he & AFO have officially read the script.

[shamanofthewilds]

I really enjoy your reflections on Warcraft Orcs. Have you any insight on the Orc heritage armor quest?

Thank you!! That means so much to hear. I do!!! I actually took a lot of caps of and I think I'll post them soon. I wanted to give people time to experience themselves but It seems by doing that people post stuff before me! The rush for showing content is a little silly... But!!! The quest like for the orcish heritage armor actually was way better than I expected. While the armor set itself at first was very underwhelming, the whole build up was way worth it.

I don't really know if anything I say has influence, i've gone on multiple times on how I feel the orcs should be presented. I've talked about things like 'cultural class halls', how I feel NPCs should show info and what not and this heritage quest line actually did a lot of the things I felt SHOULD be done.

The RPG aspect of WoW is what I felt made it popular. People yearn for Vanilla days because those were the days that felt like a world of adventure. Dragonflight feels like a return to the fantasy that made it popular and THIS quest feels like a true celebration of heritage.

There are a few things I have critiques on, but i know only so much can be jammed into a quest line like this.

My BIGGEST pro is the fact they talked about THE thing I've been wanting to see, which is them addressing that after all this time, the orcs have never been able to reclaim their traditions.

That there is this "belief" that there are no clans or identity anymore where there is! And they want orcs to feel that. They want orcs to know they have heritage and culture and clans and traditions.

In an era where we, ourselves, are forgetting our own roots...our own heritage or ignoring others...it's nice to see they remembered that the orcs were a people with traditions and customs that make them the people they are.

To not overly explain this point, which I may get into later when I give a full over view, it really made me happy.

Now my biggest sadness I think is that there is no mention of clans that are either completely extinct or were not included. Spoiler ahead-

But they did not include the Shadowmoon Clan. There was one thing in there that WAS included and I am completely grateful, but i think of all clans, someone or something should have included the Shadowmoon. With them being extremely advanced and the first shaman to just let them not be remembered at all or celebrate probably the heritage of all the old warlocks who are there who probably WANT to return to their cosmic traditions...it's a bit sad to not see your own banner being flown. It actually seems a tad unrealistic as well, especially seeing they're flying the Dragonmaw colors but let the Shadowmoon fall to the side. Even with the warlocks being surprised they were even invited...you'd think they'd speak up about their old heritage.

But over all, I think maybe it could be a step to Shadowmoon returning...or....at least...that one snippit in the corner reminding us that we should remember it.

But over all, great heritage quest and the armor being a abstract combination of Thrall, Orgrim and Durotan I think is the best way to both give people 'Doomplate' while also honoring three influential orcs that shaped modern Azeroth orcs.

[hauntthenarrative]

May I ask you to post my submission essay for "Goto's Girlfriend (no name given)"?

Of course! Here it is:

(This will spoil significant plot points) For the majority of the anime she's presented as the woman the story's deuteragonist, Goto Hidenori, is dating long distance. They interact via texting and there's one early episode that has Goto lose and regain the cutesy umbrella he had borrowed from her, but for the most part she's just a background presence for him to vent to about the absolutely Buckwild Shenanigans his superhero friends get up to. (Goto is basically the Only Sane Man in an absurdist comedy about Super Sentai tropes)

Until we get to the final arc that is. Goto's friend the protagonist Hazama Masayoshi finds out that the girlfriend he's heard so much about actually went missing years ago, only leaving behind her umbrella, her cellphone, and her distraught highschool boyfriend. To cope with the loss, Goto has been texting himself with her cellphone. Every word we've heard of her thus far has just been an expression of Goto's internal conflicts. She's been dead all along, haunting the narrative all along, and nobody ever even realized.

The story's climax then turns into a question of wether this haunting can be quelled in some way. The final villain tries to exploit Goto's unhealthy attachment to the girlfriend in order to create a tragic event that is meant to serve as a tragic origin story for Masayoshi. Meanwhile Masayoshi tries his hardest to save Goto by earnestly confessing his love and proposing to him. Goto is finally able to somewhat put Her to rest as he has her text that she's "going away on travels for a while." Post Canon material shows that "She" approves of a relationship between Goto and the Masayoshi, signifying that Goto's finally begun to move on.

[tawus]

Are you continuing your Keisuke Goto fic? Because if you are going to, I'm gonna read it asap

The fact that I don't remember ever publicly announcing that I'd be writing a Keisuke Goto fic but you still read my mind in that I've been itching to write one??

[red-dyed-sarumane]

everyone asks me about the 70,000 second magu song and like. guys i wish it was done too ik its been forever since they started it but i trust their process we're going to get it someday i think ur all underestimating how long making a *good* 19 and a half hour long song is

[ciaossu-imagines]

For the weekend mini-event, how about Scepter 4 + Homra where "Imagine all your OCs trapped in IKEA together" and that is one funny idea :D

That is an absolutely hilarious idea, so thank you so much for sending it in! I hope you'll enjoy the headcanons!

So HOMRA's alphabet boys are at IKEA because Shouhei got a new apartment after his old one was infested with bedbugs, which, along with some serious mold and structural issues, meant that the building got condemned, and he now needs new furniture and what he couldn't find at a second-hand store, he plans on getting at IKEA because hell, he's cheap. He's only working part time jobs, after all. And the others just kind of tag along with him, because he was mentioning it at the bar. Kamamoto came along for IKEA's food court and Yata had nothing better to do that day. Even Anna's there, mostly because she needs a new lamp for her bedside table. Some certain people might have been goofing around with a ball and might have ended up throwing it into her room and breaking her alarm clock and her lamp. She doesn't much care about the alarm clock...but she really liked that lamp and hopes IKEA has something similar.

Scepter 4's Alphabet Boys are there carrying out errands for the higher up's and doing some of their own shopping. Munakata and Seri are much too busy to really do their own IKEA runs, even if it is stuff needed for the headquarters or the dorms, and Fushimi would probably rather die than ever set foot in an IKEA, let's be real. The task was initially trusted to Akiyama, Benzai, Fuse, and Kamo but Hidaka tagged along because an extra set of hands never hurts things, Andy thought the errands seemed fun, Enomoto had things he needed, and Goto just got finished reading a horror novel that was set in a renamed IKEA and wanted to go see if all IKEA's were haunted.

Goto is very disappointed in both the lack of ghosts and the lack of anything interesting.

Bandou and Enomoto end up getting into a shouting match in the Smart Home section of IKEA as they're both fans of different technology vis a vis smart homes, and what started off as a debate ended up becoming far more.

Chitose's taking a nap on one of the display couches, under the guise of 'researching the best sofa' for Shouhei. Dewa got bored with the whole IKEA run half-way through and is sitting opposite Chitose in a display chair and reading. He's really in love with the chair and probably even buys one to have as a reading chair in his apartment.

Kamamoto and Hidaka both end up in the food court...and they know each other. They know who the other is and they really should be fighting, they both know it but like...there's the meatballs and who can really fight a dude who's just trying to chill and eat his meatballs?

Kamo ends up helping Anna with her lamp shopping after he got her a lamp she'd been trying to reach on one of the high-up shelves. He ends up recommending her the one he'd buy his daughter and she feels too bad after hearing him say that that she buys it despite thinking it's ugly.

Yata actually ends up being the only one to actually seriously help Shouhei with his shopping, but he disappears when it comes time to put all the furniture together somehow. Benzai and Akiyama pass them a few times, but they both mostly just do their own thing and ignore the HOMRA boys, who never even notice them because they're not in uniform.

Eric and Fujishima have spent almost the entire time in the pet section, where Fujishima finds a lot of great deals for all the strays he feeds and takes care of. He leaves IKEA the happiest.