#he looks like he’s saying yeowch

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Day 15: Prometheus

!!WARNING FOR EYE STRAIN!!

ALRIGHT GANG STILL BEHIND BUT TRYING TO CATCH UP

HOPEFULLY I CAN DO CIRCE, ATALANTA, PHAEDRA, AND SISYPHUS TOMORROW! granted i am busy tomorrow so

ANYHOW TO THE DRAWING

IM REALLY PROUD OF THIS! IT LOOKS TERRIFYING AND THST WAS THE GOAL

i’m ngl i struggled with the expression, BUT IT TURNT OUT OK!

NOW FOR HIS DESIGN

didn’t feel like drawing clothes so he gets scarf. /j and cement block. i thought it’d be funny to give him red hair cause of the fire association

OH AND the orange splotches are inspired by the markings of fire salamanders! while those don’t have an association to Prometheus, salamanders are correlated with fire! this is due to Salamanders hiding in rotten tree logs, which would then be used for firewood, and the salamander would escape from the log- but, it kinda just appeared like the salamander spawned out of the fire!

he was kinda fun to draw! i’d like to draw him again some day!

[aquarines]

he looks like he would say "yeowch" if someone possibly kicked his ass and made him fall into the coffin, trapping him there forever like in a cartoon

[snoopsnoop07]

Francis (milk man) x reader or something ig

Guys this is a joke😔😔😔😜😜😜

⚠️WARNING SUPER SAD DONT READ IF UR SAD⚠️

Angst to smut😭😭😔😔😔🕊️🧍‍♂️🕊️🕊️🕊️

“What do you mean you’re leaving?” I protest to him grabbing his hand. The moon was illuminating the train station while me and Francis were facing each other in front of the train that was getting ready to leave. My blue orbs meet with his brown eyes as he looks at me with guilt. “I’m sorry my love, when I get home I promise I will stay with you forever, I really love you” he lifts the hand that I’m holding and kisses my wrist. My grip loosened up and he walked in the train “I promise to meet you again. Please wait for me” he waves goodbye from the window of the train. I wave goodbye with tears in my eyes and watch him leave.

TIME SKIP 69 years later

Music is playing from the radio. Specifically weezer as I bake chocolate chip cookies to cleanse my mind. As I put them in the oven waiting for my husband to come home. I’m super ecstatic at the thought of seeing him again. I decided to turn on the tv to pass the time. As I flip through the channels my eye catches the news channel. “Today we reported that a train heading to our city exploded. We don’t have any reports on the survivors. We will update you later this evening.” Wait. I thought to myself. “My husband is on that” I leaped up in the air and immediately called his cellphone. But before anyone could pick up I heard a knock on the door. The doorman doesnt let doppelgängers inside the building. I rushed to open the door and before I could say a word Francis wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me passionately and desperately. “I…I missed you…” he whispered between kisses.

⚠️SMUT PART.. RN!!😝😝😜😜😜🐷🐷😡🥰🇺🇸😈🕊️🦅👉⚠️

He gently leads me more into our apartment as he closes and locks the door. His kisses stop and start again but this time on my jawline down to my neck “Francis… shouldn’t we continue this in our bedroom?” He stops and looks at me with his sleepy eyes. Suddenly I feel his hand on my back and carries me to our bedroom bridal style. “I missed you so much sugar pie..” he says “I’m sorry for leaving you back then…. But I came back for you” he opens the bedroom door with his back and gently lays me on the bed. He starts to unbutton my shirt as he kisses my neck “please… let me do all the work” his tone had a slight whine. Then he pins me down and starts kissing my collarbone as his fingers trace down to my bra and then he unhooks it. I haven’t felt like this for so long but I feel eager, Francis notices and starts to take his own shirt too. Quickly he takes off your jeans out of desperation to see you. He starts to leave hickeys on my chest and neck as he massages one of my breasts. “Just relax sugar… that’s how it feels to ride an f150…” he whispers into my ear and kisses my forehead. He goes down towards my thighs and kisses them as he stares at me with a lustful and hungry expression. “Please sugar plum let me taste you…” he begs as he takes off my panties slowly. Again starting to kiss my thighs and gently biting them. Which makes me let out small moans. He trails kisses down towards my core. He swipes his tongue passionately through it which makes me whimper a bit. “You taste so good… please let me eat you more… you can take it right?” I couldn’t even say a complete sentence before he started to completely eat me out. It was too good. Yippie! “So pretty… just for me” he whispers while munching. He then starts to move his tongue quicker, yeowch! “Please… cum already… I want it NEOOOWWW” Suddenly I SQUIRTED all over his face!!! “Now darling.. tell me. Put a finger if you can squirt!” *puts a finger down* “good grill~” he trails kisses towards my chest now “i-i need to be in you.. He whimpers out. “Please” I nod in agreement. He gets up and quickly unbuckles his belt and yanks off his jeans. I can see through his bulging boxers that he’s ready to RUMBLE. He takes off his boxers and HOLY CRAP HIS DINGALING CHICKEN DRUMSTICK SPRINGS UP IN EXCITEMENT AND IT'S BIGGER THAN DRAKES!!! “Donald trump… if you can hear us, please save us..” I start to pray quietly. I open my legs like a turkey in a thanksgiving meal. He lines up with me and SLOWLY shoves it in, ouchies!!! He whimpers as he goes BALLS DEEP EVERYONE, CHEEKS CLAPPING!! He starts to thrust slowly making sure it doesn’t hurt yayyy! So I start to beg “Francis please go faster… I need to know how it’s like to ride an f150” then I flip him over so I’m the alpha male, Rawr!! Then I start to ride him going up and down so I know how to ride a ford F150. Yippie! His slender hands grab my hips and POUNDS me deep into his bawls, my back arches as he starts to guide me “good grill~ you’re so good at satisfying me…….AHHGGGGHGGG FASTER BUDDY BOY AHHHHHHHHHG~~~ MGHHHHHH” muffled screams fortunately weren’t heard through the apartments soundproof room. “I’m about to COMBUST” same!!! Then we both bust a nut!!! Yippie the end!!!……. OK GUYS GO LIKE AND SUSCRIBE TO THE AWESOME CHANNEL. POG CHAMP🗣️🔥🔥🔥

[that-one-pizza]

DP & Wolverine short fic. Hug?

This takes place on the walk home right after Deadpool invites Wolverine to come live with him. Dp has a genuine request.

Also on Ao3! (/ /) <- Punctuation indicates Dp breaking the fourth wall.

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Walking out of the neighborhood they had so graciously devastated by their attempts at fighting off a horde of regenerating, smack-talking, red ninjas was gloriously uneventful. The sound of firehoses spraying, the smell of drying blood, and police chatter began to fade as the two heroes departed, heading towards the general direction of Wade's apartment. (/I could so call Dopinder to pick us up, but then I'd miss my chance!/) <- He'll be sure to pop in again just like that.

Deadpool clears his throat, "Hey, uh, Wolvie?"

"Hm?" the man in a hoodie and yellow pants answers, not breaking his stride. Dogpool trots loyally at their heels.

Wade stops, the bottom of his boots scraping the pavement and places his hands together, entwining his own fingers. This causes Logan to halt as well, beginning to wonder what was so important that they had to stop their trek back to the apartment.

"Today's been a lot, obviously. I mean, we've seen other cinematic universes, experienced the joys of the desert, you lost your top and your tits were out for the whole world to see and I know you've been terribly dehydrated for approximately 3 days, thanks Hollywood body standards." He's written in that last bit himself. Great.

"And, as men, we are incredibly emotionally stunted, and you can stab me in the chest for asking this: but I implore you, with the upmost respect, and desperation, along with the incredible willingness to beg for hours and hours the likes of which the reader has never experienced before (/even on Wattpad, you little freaks/)," he takes a breath, "…can I hug you?"

He sounds completely earnest, if a bit pathetic. Logan takes a moment to study the man with brown eyes that seemed to soften as he spoke his request, contemplating whether this was some ridiculous ploy to get overly touchy with him or to spring a sneak attack.

Finding Wade wearing a small hopeful smile, patiently standing with his hands clasped, and quiet as if holding his breath, Logan resigns himself with a sigh. It's been a long, emotional (though, he'll only admit it when he's 10 bottles down and forgets where he is), and painful day of literally saving the universe and he wants nothing more than to crash on Wade's couch. A simple hug between heroic partners wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

"If you grab anything, or make inappropriate comments, I'll cut your damn head off," he says, though there's no true venom behind his claim, and lazily opens his arms.

In an instant, Wade closes the gap, eliciting an 'oof' from the other. The merc wraps his arms tightly underneath Logan's and practically nuzzles into his neck.

"Alright, bub. That's enough," Logan pats Wade's back. "C'mon, we gotta--"

He's cut off by Wade making strained noises, clutching him tighter, and attempting to lift the shorter man off the ground.

"Wade."

"…yeah?" He struggles out.

"My bones are made of metal," Logan supplies.

"Doesn't matter!" He tugs, only slightly elevating the other's heels, "I can totally do this! I'm gonna recreate the damn Notebook(TM) scene if it kills me," he readjusts his stance and heaves again. "Oh glorious Ryan Gosling, give me your Kenergy! HYAH!" There's a sharp crack and Wade drops his arms and slumps.

"That was your back, wasn't it?" Logan deadpans.

"I uh-," Wade twists his torso away. "Have no idea what you mean. I'm just taking a bit of a break!" /nice/ his yellow text box supplies. He rights himself with another loud crack, "YEOWCH! Ah, see! Good as-"

He's cut off by two large arms sweeping under his own, tightening around his lower back, and suddenly being lifted off the ground with a yelp.

"Like this?" Logan smirks, tightening his hold, looking up at the merc. That hairy man is a bit of a flirt, after all.

Instinctively, Wade lifts one of his legs at an angle and grabs the other's shoulders for stability, as if he'd need it.

(/Any excuse to grab those honkin' chunks of meat!/) Would you get out of my text and let me narrate it?! (/…yeah go ahead-- Wait! My turn to speaky./)

"Oh, Wolverine! So strong, so heroic!" Deadpool fawns, holding his hand to his own face, mimicking a womanly voice. Adding a slight growl to his voice, he then says, "Come here, my scrumptious Honey Badger," and ducks down quickly in an attempt to catch the other in a kiss.

Just as quickly, Logan reacts by completely releasing his hold and stepping back, allowing Wade to comically fall smack down on his face with an 'ack!'

"We're not doing that, bub," Wolverine grumbles, beginning to walk away.

"Yet!" Deadpool lifts his upper body off the ground, holding up his pointer finger. "There's a 'yet' buried under all those grunts! It's okay, my darling, I'll treat you just as sweetly until we do! And when we do, ohoho boy, sparks will fly!" Logan continues his walk away from the man lying on the pavement. Dogpool takes interest in the dropped man and begins licking at the side of his face. "Fireworks!" Wade finally gets to his feet, in pursuit of his partner, "Balloons! Confetti! It'll be on national news and Chappell Roan will sing at our wedding! It'll be the biggest LGBTQ win the MCU will ever have! I already have the arrangements picked out…"

Deadpool continues his yapping in pursuit of the Wolverine, chasing his dream of finally becoming mainstream official with the metal-clawed Canadian.

(/By the way, I totally coulda lifted him ;P/)

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That Time Jin Had a Toothache 🍭🦷

Jin: Make hathte! Look upon your ailing brother and heed what becometh the man who over-indulgeth in pleathure!

Yves: You ate four candied apples and chipped a tooth. 

Jin: Excuthe me. A chipped tooth, three cavitieth, and thwollen gumth. Don’t thkimp out on my eulogy. 

Yves: I’ll be sure to mention your noble sacrifice— 

*Jin reaches for a bear-shaped cookie. Yves swats his hand away* 

Yves: Are you serious right now? 

Jin: Cut me thome thlack. Luke made thothe when he heard I fell in the line of battle.

Yves: Stop acting like a martyr, you glutton.

Jin: Everything I do ith in martyrdom, little brother. The eldetht readily thaccrificeth himthelf for the betterment of the flock.

Yves: Be quiet, we’re not birds. And you’re melting the ice with all that hot air you’re spewing. 

*Yves adds a fresh pack of ice over the melting one on Jin’s cheek* 

Yves: Euugh! And you got spittle on the cushions, too! Keep it in, will you? I cannot understand half the words you’re saying anyhow.

Jin: Aww, but you had the cutetht lithp ath a child, Yves. Made the whole palath thquee every time you opened your mouth. I remember it took yearth till you finally got Thariel’th name right. Thariel… Th-th-thariel… Yiketh, that’th a toughie.

Leon: Ah, dude. Now you’re getting spit all over my fancy suit.

Jin: Hey, you do look fanthy today… Hold it. What ith that in your handth?

Leon: Exactly what you think it is. A gun!

Jin: Leon, don’t lie to me. I played Luke’th route. I know what a gun ith.

Leon: No, you big goof. This is a heat gun. Totally harmless! On the lower settings, anyways.

Jin: Uhuh. And where did you get it?

Leon: From the All for Love! celebration event a few years back. Remember that photo shoot for the chibi dolls?

Yves: Don’t remind me. Nokto wouldn’t stop making jokes about how big my hand mirror was.

Licht: At least they didn’t stick you in a giant makeup bag. They made me pose for hours with those brushes and wands poking into my gut. I still have the bruises.

Jin: Uhuh. And how come I’m jutht finding out about thith now?

Yves: Maybe if your smile wasn’t so at-risk for cavities you would’ve been invited.

Jin: Pleath. The ladieth love a man with a thweet tooth—OUCH! Leon! What the heck, man!

Leon: Sorry, bro. I’m under strict orders from Yves to puff you with hot air anytime you make an allusion to sweets.

Jin: Who died and made Yves king? I’m not thaying that in mockery, by the way. I’m jutht upthet thith ith yet another event you didn’t invite me to, it theemth.

Yves: It’s for your own good! A man at your age needs proper discipline to keep out of trouble. And since words haven’t worked, we’ve elected to resort to other means.

Jin: *gasp* You didn’t.

Yves: I haven’t yet. But if you don’t show any progress soon I’m calling in the royal dentist. I mean it, Jin.

Jin: Thcary. Back me up here, Licht.

Licht: …

Jin: What’th up, buddy? Cake got your tongue—Yeowch! What wath that for?

Licht: You said the c-word. 

Jin: Not you too! Why d’ya thmile when Yves thaid the d-word? And do ya have to poke me with that giant lanthe? 

Licht: Increasing the surface area of pain deamplifies the sensation at its source.

Yves: Who taught you that?

Licht: I read it in a book. *poke*

Jin: ACK! That’th it. I don’t want you talking to Chevalier unthupervithed anymore. 

Licht: As soon as you learn to stop poaching others’ pastries. Horse and I were looking forward to those candy apples all week.

Jin: Fine, fine. I’m thorry. There, can you let me go now?

Yves: Not until you’ve proven you’re completely cured of your nasty saccharine habit. We’re not leaving this room until you can go a full day without eating these cookies.

Jin: You’d let them go bad like that? That’th too cruel!

Leon: Yeah, I’m with him on this one, Yves. Couldn’t we just use a picture of cookies instead? Would hate to see Luke’s work go to waste.

Yves: Oh, lay off it. They’re not going to spoil. And anyways, we’re feeding them to the horse at the end.

*Horse whinnies happily*

Leon: That’s one weird horse.

Licht: He’s Clavis’s.

Jin + Leon: Ahh.

Yves: Speaking of, will you lot please keep it down? I had to abandon my post for this and I don’t want a certain someone to find out.

Jin: No one appreciateth your thaccrifith more than I.

Yves: Then you’ll take it up with you-know-who should my room be defiled?

Jin: If you’re that worried, let’th end thith confinement early and you can go keep a lookout for Clavith. Trutht your big bro. I’m completely cured! 

Yves: I trust my trust in you has plummeted since you gave yourself that second cavity this month.

Jin: Thothe éclairth were worth it—Ouuuuch!

Leon: Keep your eye on the prize, Jin. And your drool off my pants.

Yves: Leon, try to avoid the ice pack when you blast him, please.

*Yves adds yet another ice pack*

Jin: You know, I’ve been waiting for thomeone to explain, but what’th with the cat hat, Yves?

Yves: Well, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, we all had to sneak away from our typical duties to set this up. Licht disguised himself as a guardsman. The most adorable one in the entire palace no less, but it served our purposes. Leon is a dapper gent, which for some reason this place seems to always have an overabundance of. 

Jin: And you’re the pretty kitty to round out the gang?

Yves: *face turns red* I am the phantom cat who travels by shadow and blends in with the night, obviously.

Licht: It’s noon. You just shut the curtains.

Leon: Plus we didn’t need to sneak around. We’re kind of in charge of the place.

Licht: And it wasn’t so hard. I rode this horse all the way up here and no one noticed.

Leon: Hmm, maybe we need to review the guard rotations.

Jin: Licht, I don’t want you talking to Clavith unthupervithed anymore.

*horse grunts in agreement*

Yves: Back to the point! Maintaining the secrecy of this mission is of the utmost importance. What would it mean for us if word got out that the First Prince still gets cavities at his age? 

Leon: Sounds like a good excuse to set up that kingdom-wide dental hygiene education campaign we’ve been talking about. Jin can be like our mascot.

Jin: I can keep my lollipopth then? Thweet! Ouch!

Licht: Stop encouraging him, or we’ll never get out of here.

Yves: Um, hello? Did anyone even listen to what I’ve been saying?

Leon: You mean ninja cat? Looking sharp!

Yves: Is that all you…? Never mind. Just pipe down before someone hears.

Licht: If you mean someone besides us four, they already know.

Yves: WHAT?! Who knows?

Jin: Who knowth? Hehe.

Yves: Quiet, you. *covers Jin’s face with another ice pack* Answer me, Licht.

Licht: Well, Nokto for one. Technically he caught me on the horse, but I didn’t think it counted cause it was when we were still outside.

Yves: Curse him and his impeccable detective skills. I bet he deduced Jin was in trouble just by looking at your endearing getup.

Licht: No. He said, “What’s with the horse?” so I told him. He gave me that bunny to pass along to Jin as well as his well wishes.

Jin: *laughs beneath the ice* 

Yves: Licht, I don’t want you talking to Nokto unsupervised anymore. 

Leon: Lighten up, Yves. They were just trying to help. Like how Luke made those cookies. And that pillow there is the beta version of Clavis’s latest invention, or so he told me. Even Chevalier—

Yves: WAIT! You saw Clavis? When?

Leon: On my way over here. He flagged me down in the hall to talk about how happy he was to see so many dapper gentlemen around as of late.

Yves: But you didn’t tell him about you-know-what, did you?

Jin: *giggles beneath the ice* 

Leon: Nah, got him hooked on an even bigger scandal, if you catch my drift.

Licht: You didn’t tell him I nabbed his horse, did you? I’m telling you we were really looking forward to those apples.

Leon: No. I told him Yves left his room unattended.

Yves: You what?!

Leon: So much for keeping our voices on the down-low. Listen, I promise I’ll take care of whatever he leaves in there myself. Prince’s honor.

Yves: I may just cry.

Jin: Hehe, me too! Ouch, thith ith tho cold.

Leon: If you must, do it right into that pillow. Clavis said amusing things will happen when it gets wet.

Yves: And you let Jin rest on it?!

Licht: You’re the one who keeps piling melting ice bags on him.

Yves: Oh no, Jin!

*Yves removes all ice bags. Jin looks up with a twitchy smile.*

Jin: I can’t feel my fathe. Hehehe.

Leon: I gotcha bro.

*Leon sets the heat gun to a comfortable temperature. The boys sigh with relief once Jin’s face unfreezes.*

Licht: That was brutal.

Leon: Oh, yeah. I ran into Chevalier, too.

Yves: Oh, I knew this was a bad idea from the start! Why did you put me in charge, Leon?

Leon: Hey, you’re the best man for the job and you’re doing amazing. Plus, it’s fine. Chevalier was cool about it.

Licht: He never really does care when we get hurt.

Leon: He didn’t mention Jin, but he did save my behind. See technically I was supposed to return the heat gun right after the photo shoot. Something about preventing anachronisms and fourth-wall breaks, or whatever. But, I mean, come on! Who’d pass this thing up? Winters have been so easy ever since. Goodbye freezing toes! And you should see how it cooks meat!

Yves: Get to the point.

Leon: I’m getting there. So Clavis dumped the pillow on me because Sariel was chasing him. Caught me off guard so I didn’t get a chance to hide my gun. Before Sariel got too close, Chevalier showed up out of nowhere and blocked his view. That cloak of his is really impressive, I’d bet he could hide the horse behind it. Luckily, Sariel was too preoccupied with hunting down Clavis to stick around and ask questions.

Jin: Aha! Told ya Chevalier’th a good man at heart! Thweet ath pie, that guy—OUCHIE! Come on, Licht, it’th a figure of thpeech!

Leon: Chevalier said to make sure no outsiders knew we had access to such a hi-tech weapon. Personally, I think he just wants a turn at it. They stuck him with that giant lipstick tube at the photo shoot, remember?

Jin: Et tu, Chevie? I take it back, he'th rotten and I don't want any of you talking to him anymore.

Yves: Whoa, so not even Sariel’s allowed to know? I feel unworthy to have access to such illicit information.

Leon: Hey, you’re a worthy prince and a valued member of this team. Don’t you forget it.

*Licht and horse nod in agreement*

Yves: *blushes* You mean it? Gosh, I’m sorry I’ve been so hard on you all today. Guess the pressure got to me. But no more! We’re a team, and we’re in this together. Through the good and the—ARE YOU KIDDING ME, JIN?!

*Yves swats Jin’s hand away from the cookies again.*

Jin: What? Through the good and the bad, yeah? My weakneth maketh the retht of you thtronger. You’re welcome.

*Yves grunts and stands. Jin sits up and holds the bunny like a shield.*

Jin: Whoa whoa whoa. Maybe that made you a little too thuper thtrong, haha. Now it’th your turn to share a weakneth tho I can catch up. Okay? 

*Yves grabs Licht’s lance.*

Jin: Come on. Ninja kitty? Pleathe?

*Yves takes aim.*

Jin: Pretty pleathe with sugar on top—Ouch! Actually, I detherved that one. Thankth, Leon.

Leon: No problem, bro. Hey, you might wanna dodge.

*Yves strikes with the lance. It pierces the bunny’s head where Jin’s stomach lay moments before. Water starts spouting out of the doll.*

Yves: Wha—why was there water in that bunny? And why’s it so cold?

Licht: Oh, I forgot to mention. It’s an ice-pack bunny. Nokto got it on his last trip to Jade. He said it’s really popular with the kids there. Guess its guts melted.

Leon: Aww, that’s sweet—OW! Actually, I deserved that one. Thanks, Jin.

Jin: Anytime. I vowed to only uthe thethe fithtth to therve my kingdom, after all.

Yves: Okay, I have no idea what he just said, but everyone off the bed because that pillow is smoking.

*Clavis's pillow shakes and fumes. Everyone rushes to the walls.*

Licht: Maybe we shouldn’t have brought in the gifts.

Leon: And maybe we shouldn’t have tossed the only key to the room out the window.

Jin: It meanth the world to me that you all care.

Yves: If we don’t make it out of this. I want you all to know that it was an absolute honor and disaster working alongside you.

Licht: Ditto.

*Horse whinnies solemnly*

Jin: It wath one heck of a ride, boyth.

*Jin pulls lollipops out from his pockets and pops them into each of his brother’s and the horse’s gaping mouths with a salute.*

Leon: *spits out his lollipop* It’s not over yet.

Yves: Leon! What are you doing? Get back here!

Leon: Prince’s honor, Yves. I said I’d take care of it.

Yves + Licht: LEON!

*Leon straightens his suit and gives a thumbs up over his shoulder. Jin holds Yves and Licht back as Leon jumps onto the bed and covers the smoking pillow with his body. For a few moments, nothing happens. Then Leon begins laughing uncontrollably.*

Yves: Oh! It’s turned him insane! Give me the lance back, Licht, we have to put him out of his misery.

Leon: Relax, hehe! It’s some sort of laughing gas! Look, look—hahaha—the tag here says: THE CHUCKLE CUSHION! Bad dreams keeping you from your good night’s sleep? Simply turn the other cheek and let some of your blood, sweat, and/or tears fall onto the cushion’s surface to release a relaxing dose of bliss to lull you back to a happier dreamland. Warning: maximum of 9 droplets per single use; not recommended for users who suffer chronic excessive crying, sweating, or blood loss. Side effects may include uncontrollable laughter, freezing face, and increased desire to consume sugar. From Series VII of the Lelouch Trap Series™. Hahahahaha! 

Yves: Ohh, we practically drowned that pillow. And now he's caught the uncontrollable laughter.

Leon: Actually, that last 'Haha' was written on the tag, too. The most legible part, no less. Hehehe.

Yves: The loon. 'Blood loss' he writes, can you believe him?

Jin: *eyes the lance in Yves’s hands* At leatht he put a warning.

Yves: As if you ever read the fine print.

Jin: I’d be inclined to thtart today. Printhe’th honor.

Yves: *sighs* Very well. I suppose that’s enough excitement for one confinement. Come on, Leon, we’re taking you to the physician. But I’m keeping my eye on you, Jin. You’re on probation until—Hey! Where are the cookies?

Jin: Wathn’t me. Honetht!

*Jin holds up his hands in surrender. Lollipops and cookies and cakes slip out from underneath his shirt onto the floor in a sugary heap. On the other side of the room, Licht feeds Luke’s cookies to the horse and smiles as he opens the curtains and looks out the window.*

Leon: Scouting out the physician for me, Licht? Hahaha.

Licht: Sort of. I asked Nokto to call for the dentist, and he’s just arrived.

[apomaro-mellow]

Some Eddie, Wayne and the origins of the vest? https://www.tumblr.com/slut-jpeg/735652625285087232

Contrary to what Eddie might believe, Wayne more or less understood his whole "loud music, dark clothes, crazy hair" subculture. The first time he'd seen Eddie dressed like that, Wayne gave him an appraising look over the top of his paper and had said.

"Oh, like a greaser."

You would've thought Wayne had called him a poser the way Eddie vehemently denied that. Wayne had only meant he was like a greaser in that this metal thing seemed to be the next new way that teens were rebelling with different clothes and different music. Because of Eddie's reaction, Wayne refrained from saying how the hair reminded him of the hippie culture too.

Eddie had his dad's face but with his hair growing in length he was starting to resemble his mother more. He thought about how she always wanted Eddie to have his own things, to find his own way even if it was different from hers.

She and Al were far from traditional parents, but Ellie had tried the little league thing, the family picnic thing, and pretty much anything that would give Eddie the childhood he should've had.

Wayne was a firm believer in that as well. Even when he didn't understand half the stuff coming out of Eddie's mouth, if it made him happy, that was enough. So when Eddie talked about the stuff he was doing now, saving up for a guitar that plugged in, amps to plug it into, and which band was awesome, and which one sucked, Wayne listened.

When one of Eddie's friends came over in a vest and proudly bragged about sewing the patches himself, Wayne paid attention with how enraptured his nephew was.

Eddie clearly wanted one but Wayne wasn't sure if he knew the first thing about sewing.

It all honestly wasn't a big deal to Wayne. He had a jean jacket that was starting to show its age, so cutting off the sleeves wasn't a waste. And Eddie was horribly disorganized so he didn't even need to sneak into his room to find something to sew on, there was a little patch that had been left on the coffee table.

He tossed it to Eddie one day while reprimanding him about feet on said table.

"Figured I'd get you started. Can't have you lagging behind the other boys."

Eddie looked to it, eyes wide as he touched it all over. Besides the one patch, it was a completely blank slate. He got up and crushed his uncle in a hug, then immediately went to his room to start figuring out what else to put on it.

A few days later, Wayne heard the occasional, grunt, groan, and 'yeowch!' and knew Eddie was off to the races.

[shapeshiftinterest]

Wan Wan Watch Out!: bowser x luigi

based on that part in 101 dalmations where pongo and perdita meet

luigi and bowser get tangled up at the dog park

bowuigi halloween event

prompt mix:

teeth

chains

story under the read more

Wan Wan Watch Out! (also on ao3)

So... this was happening.

All Luigi wanted to do today was hang out with Polterpup at the dog park. Play fetch, drink hot coffee, enjoy the crisp, cool air and changing leaves. That sort of thing.

Unfortunately for the green plumber, after a few rounds of fetch he'd thrown Polterpup's squeaky key toy too far.

And accidentally hit someone.

Bowser, specifically.

He'd tried to apologize, really! But when you hit the king of koopas in the face with a dog toy and your dog steals the keys to his castle and runs away with them it's kind of hard.

The ground shook as the Chain Chomp bounded after Polterpup, dragging Bowser behind them.

"WAN WAN! WAN WAN!"

"DOWN GIRL, HEEL!"

"Waaaaaaahhhhhh!!! Luigi wailed, 2 tons of live wrecking ball speeding past him.

"WAN WAN!"

The two pet owners grunted, Bowser crashing into Luigi. The Chain Chomp's moment, along with the abrupt stop from the collision, resulted in her getting yanked back and swung around like a flail around the two.

So here they were, a king and a plumber chest to chest, tied up with a dizzy Chain Chomp. Meanwhile, Polterpup was trying to invite the KO'd pet to play again, licking their face and wagging their butt in the air.

"Bad doggie!" Luigi said, not that Polterpup was listening.

"Bad doggie?? This' all you're fault, Greenie!" Bowser fumed, trying to force his way out of the chains. Luigi 'eeped' as their binds got tighter the more the king struggled. If the other would just stop for a minute, maybe he could use the wiggle room to free them both.

Bowser continued to huff and puff, throwing jabs at the other and talking over him when Luigi would try to share his plan.

"And another thing- Yeowch!"

If his hands weren't pinned to his sides Bowser would've rubbed the small bite mark on his muzzle, but for now he could only glare down at the younger brother of his nemesis. Cheeky brat.

He growled, about to give the shorter man a piece of his mind, but was immediately shushed. How dare-!

"A-are you sure the cafe's around here, Plonk?"

"Of course I'm sure! The map says so right here!"

"(That map's upside down...)"

"What? Why didn't you tell me that sooner, Guy!?"

Bowser froze, he knew those voices.

"H-hey, isn't that Lord Bowser's Chain Chomp?"

"(What's she doing all alone?)"

"Yip! Yip!"

"Woah! What's a ghost dog doing here?"

"(I think that's the tall plumber's dog.)"

"Y'mean the guy Lord Bowser's been ob-

No no no no no, he couldn't have his Elite Trio see him like this! And why the heck were they just discussing his private biz out in the open for! Urgh, he'll have Kamek talk to them later.

Panicking as their footsteps came closer, Bowser rolled himself and Luigi into some nearby bushes. Horns almost touching the ground, he was basically kneeling over the other.

"I can-a help, you know." Luigi whispered, seeing an opening.

"Huh?"

"Trust-a, Luigi!" He said, a determined look on his face.

"..."

Bowser snorted, so the Green Bean had some moxxie, interesting.

"Bleh, fine. The sooner we're free, the better."

With a wiggle and a shimmy and what Bowser thinks might have been a dislocated shoulder (what the heck?!), Luigi somehow gets enough room to scooch his way out from under their confines.

As quickly and quietly as he could, the plumber helped slide the chains off of his larger companion so they wouldn't alert his minions.

The two waited for the Trio to leave but, to Bowser's impatience, it seemed his minions had abandoned their plans to play with their dogs. On the flip side, he was glad to see his Chain Chomp was fine after waking up.

Wait a minuted. Bowser squinted through the bush; what were they-

It was at that moment Bowser and Luigi realized they'd forgotten to step away from the chains coiled at their feet as the Chain Chomp sped after a stick thrown by Sergeant Guy.

"Yip!"

"WAN WAN!"

Aw crud, not again.

BONUS

hard time figuring out the ending but here's a summary for what i wanted if i had the energy to write it out:

bowser and luigi get tied up again and surprise the trio when they burst out of the bushes at the end of the chain chomp

the trio scatters and bowser's yelling for the chomp to stop/ for someone to give him a break already

maybe luigi does a special sharp whistle (one of his hands is free this time) and stops the chomp, which impresses bowser and his crew

with the trio's help they get untied again and luigi returns bowser's key

luigi leaves to find polterpup's squeaky toy

maybe the trio helps or suggests that bowser help

maybe something where they apologize to each other (mostly bowser blaming luigi and luigi saying sorry for his dog stealing his house key)

the trio gets the wrong idea: eg: bowser and luigi were on a date? eg: they were getting freaky in the dog park eg: bowser failed to kidnap luigi etc.

they end up gossiping and now the entire koopa kingdom and maybe a few other places are talking about how bowser has a thing for luigi

it's completely made up from the misunderstanding (but not completely untrue in general, it was just a coincidence this time)

[v4mptoru]

You don't even know my name do ya? pt. 2

Character/Fandom: Gojo Satoru/Jujutsu Kaisen

Summary: Although the very much well known Gojo Satoru has a ton of girls on his tail, his (six) eyes only seemed to be only on you.

Content(s): Implied fem!reader, cursing, Gojo actually being smitten while reader is outright confused and creeped out, Geto playing wingman and cringing at Gojo anyway, Shoko and Utahime being your gossip buddies, mentions of masturbation.

<<previously

It was no doubt that Gojo Satoru, was a certified clown.

Currently he was getting dragged by Suguru somewhere where you couldn't see him, he felt his ass hurt after getting plopped onto another bench by his big-eared friend.(/j)

"Satoru you dumbass!" The ravenette exclaims in exasperation as he massaged his temples, as if the stress couldn't get his eyebags any worst.

"hey! what's the big deal? you said I should talk to her!" Satoru huffs out as he fixes his crooked sunglasses and crosses his arms at his best friend.

The boy sighs at the blue-eyed boys stupidity for the 29739283928th time since they met. "stupid! you're the one that likes her, and i'm just here to help you, not to be your guinea pig!" "well what the hell was I supposed to say? you're the one that pushed me to her? I panicked!"

And of course, people were staring at the two losers bickering, but truth be told. Who knew that Gojo, who had tons of girls running after him, would be failing at trying to woo the girl he's interested in?

-

You were currently still with the gals, the three of you were heading to some karaoke spot that Utahime really wanted to go to, dragging Shoko along with her while you were following right behind them.

You were currently dazing off into the distance as you continued to walk with equal pace with your two friends, thinking about the events that occurred just a few minutes ago while you sucked on a lollipop,

"...rlie.. irlie... GIRLIE!" Utahime's voice boomed in your eardrums as you flinched and almost choked on the candy, "girl! holy shit! you were about to hit a lamp post!" the girl exclaimed as the brunette beside her nods along.

"were you thinking of something?" Shoko asks as she pulls out her phone, seemingly caring and uncaring at the same time while Utahime snatches her phone out of her hands and slides it in her pockets.

"yeah! what's up with you? you've been like this since earlier!" Utahime asks as she raises a brow at you, taking out the lollipop you've been sucking on and throwing it on a nearby trashcan.

"y'know the guy from ea—" "no." the girl cuts you off as she drags you and Shoko with her inside the karaoke bar with a deadpanned expression.

"oh c'mon! you can't even let m–" "please shut up." "fine!" you grumbled in annoyance, as you let yourself get dragged into the bar while Shoko just giggles.

"don't even ask her about it, ask me instead.. I can share some juicy gossips to you about that guy." the brunette whispers to you with a smirk.

"you know those two?" ".....no." "I can smell the lies from here." "that's just the cigarettes." "what are you two fussing about?" the girl who dragged thy asses into a private karaoke room asked with a stern look.

"nothing." You and Shoko instantly replied, "okay, let's just sing 'Bring me to life' by Evanescence or something, the both of you makes me wanna become an edgelord."

-

"You think she'll give me her number?" "don't know don't care." the boy groaned under his breath as he leans back on the couch, placing an open magazine over his face.

Satoru whines at his best friends lack of tact, "c'monnn... throw me a bone here! I wanna know what you think!"

"I think I don't want to, and I think she doesn't wanna give you her number neither." Suguru grunts at Satoru, "In that case, i'm gonna continue to masturbating to Waka Inoue."

"oh my fucking god stop." The ravenette snaps, raising a hand to smack Satoru on the back, "Yeowch!" the white-haired boy shrieked. "This is why your ex-girlfriends dumped you." Suguru sighs as he sits back down while Satoru gasps, "buddy you did not!" he pouted as he slouched on the couch beside his best friend.

"If you want her number, then YOU ask, stop asking me to be your wingman, I have curses to feed." Suguru grumbled, "fine! if I manage to get her number, you owe me a Waka Inoue poster." "I hope she fucking throws you in a ditch."

"I'm serious! you owe me one!" Satoru wails as he gives a series of soft punches onto the other boys arm.

6:03 pm

"I'm never letting the you sing again." You mumbled under your breath as you looked at Shoko with a 'what the actual fuck?' expression, "agreed." Utahime chimes in as she raises a hand.

"I literally never asked to be here." The brunette simply states as she lights up another cigarette while the three of you walk out the karaoke bar after hearing the deafening screeches of Shoko's attempt at covering a Nirvana song.

"Kurt Cobain didn't die for this shit." You retorted as you crossed your arms, Utahime just chuckles at the two of you bickering, "okay, but where the hell do you guys wanna go next?" the girl asks, "I wanna go home." "for real." "tsk, well that's something both you and Shoko can agree on" Utahime huffs as she scowls.

"it's 6pm!" You replied, "I wanna plop down on my bed already! maybe go on MySpace too." you added, oh how you wish to be at home, in front of your computer posting a few updates on your MySpace account, "You're not even a scene kid! 2chan is way better!" Utahime argued,

"You don't do anything on your wall besides sharing pictures of stars though." "2chan still on top!"

"Suguru, can you push me harder onto her..?!"

You suddenly felt a heavy weight pushing you over, Utahime and Shoko immediately catching you before your face hits the pavement, "Oh my god what the fu-" but before you could finish, you get cut off by another voice, "my god i'm so sorry, anyways.." Oh shit! it's the white haired twink from earlier!

You stared up at the unknown guy, while Utahime just looks like she's ready to bark from behind you, "hey! it's the cute girl from earlier!" the boy remarked as he examines you up close, now if you could smell bullshit, this boy would've been stinking, he's obviously acting.

"Oh, it's you." You deadpanned, before turning your head to look back at Utahime, who which was already getting dragged by Shoko already to a safer distance from you and the boy.

"So uhm, do I know you?" You asked, as you turned to look back at the guy, "no, you don't, but you will." he smirks and shoots you a wink, in to which you cringed at.

"okay, so.. who're you?" You asked once again as you tilt your head slightly to the side, he gasps, mocking an offended expression, "you must be living under a rock! i'm the one and only Satoru!" he exclaimed proudly as he puts both hands on his hips and puffs out his chest.

"okay..???" "okay? okay! okay... give me your number!" he yaps, you covered your ears, why must he be so loud, at night too.

"oh my god please shut up." You groaned, "Give me your number first puh-lease!" Satoru pleads as he gets on his knees while clasping his hands, practically begging onto you like he was Lucifer begging for God's forgiveness.

"how'd you even find me?!" "I'm not telling you that."

"You don't even know my name, do ya?" You questioned as you shot him an unamused look, in which he just blankly stares at you, blinking a few times before nervously chuckling, "I-I was gonna ask, don't worry." He muttered sheepishly as he grins widely at you.

"it's [Y/n]" you replied instantly, his form immediately perking up while his vibrant blue eyes light up. "Nice!" He says as he gives you a thumbs up, "now give me your number." "no.'

You see him immediately slouching down as his grin falters into a look of disbelief, "eh?! why?" he asks.

'On god, I don't know you." you sighed, meanwhile, Suguru just facepalms at his best friend's stupidity.

It didn't take an idiot that long to know why someone wouldn't wanna give them their number, yet here's Satoru, sulking, because he couldn't get her number, AND most importantly, he can't get the Waka Inoue poster.

An idea then suddenly pops up in his mind as he immediately stands up straight again. "what about a date?" he asks, a bright smile plastered on his face, eyes glistening with hope, everything was so bright you had to squint your eyes when looking at him, even his dark ass shades can't reflect back the amount of light this man was radiating,

now you can't deny that, can ya? this man wants you and he'll do everything in his power to have you, and the poster he had on the line.

"o-okay, jeez..." you muttered softly as you covered your eyes with the back of your hand, Satoru just beamed even more. "then it's a date!" He happily exclaims as he ruffled your hair.

You softly smiled at him, although he was an absolute man-child, he was a cute one, maybe you will give him your number after this.

[thecourtscorkboard]

The Lost Turnabout (2-1)

Phoenix Wright is called to defend a police officer in her boyfriend's murder. There's just one problem: he's lost his memory!

Welcome to Justice for All! We start off with The Lost Turnabout, involving the murder of a police officer, a proactive defendant, and a head injury resulting in amnesia. Will we remember this case's glory, or will we forget all about it when 2-2 rolls around? Let's take a look!

THE CORE CAST:

Phoenix Wright: Phoenix emerges from semi-retirement; what could've caused him to hide his face after SL-9, though?

Winston Payne: Winston returns as the prosecutor for this case, just as screechy as ever.

Maya Fey: Maya briefly returns as our co-counsel later in the case. A spiritual medium in training, she hasn't changed a bit!

THE MAIN CAST:

Maggey Byrde: A rather unlucky police officer and the defendant for this case.

Richard Wellington: The man, the myth, the Richard Wellington. I quite enjoy his design.

A BRIEF RECAP

Phoenix is facing off against a giant His Honor, trying to plead for his life before being hit on the head with a giant gavel! We wake up; apparently we had an awful dream due to a new ringtone. There's somebody lurking around the corner, and just as we're getting ready... we're hit on the head with a fire extinguisher! Yeowch!

"Knew I drank too much last night..."

Trial, Day One

We get come back to our senses and are met with a police officer. This is Maggey Byrde, one of my personal favorite recurring characters in the series! The fire extinguisher we got hit on the head with has really messed us up, though: we've lost our memory! Great.

So it wasn't the sangria...

We enter the courtroom entirely unprepared. After a bit of dialogue where Phoenix very clearly is having problems but nobody really cares, Gumshoe is called to the stand; we also get a picture of the victim, Dustin Prince (who was Maggey's boyfriend at the time). Apparently, Maggey works under Gumshoe: so much for conflict of interest. Gumshoe testifies about the investigation—the victim even managed to write Maggie's name in the sand. Well, there's our first contradiction: her name is 'Maggey', not 'Maggie'. It looks like muscle memory is hard at work, as we point our figure without really realizing it: but we're starting to get back into the groove, pointing out the contradiction and getting a new testimony.

We get a new testimony from Gumshoe after His Honor asks if Dustin and Maggey really were lovers. There's some funny implications about Gumshoe's crush on Maggey here, even if the topic is sore given Dustin's death. Anyways, we press and press and press, eventually coming to the topic of a custom-made yellow baseball glove. Gumshoe presents it to the court; Maggey is about to tell us that she had to special order it for another reason, but we move on. The question is now raised: did the victim really write 'Maggie'?

Gumshoe testifies that there was sand underneath his fingernail and scratches on the nail itself leading to the conclusion that Dustin did, indeed, write the name 'Maggie'. There's just one issue with that: he wrote it with his right hand and the baseball glove that Maggey ordered goes on the right hand. It's a left-handed glove! There's no possible way that Dustin could have written the name 'Maggie'. Ergo, somebody else wrote it! Maggey seems to be exonerated, but Payne objects. He says that they've still got a witness! Court is called for a brief recess.

During the recess, we tell Maggey about our... condition. She offers to kick us in the head, we decline, and she gives us back our business card. Swell. She also tells us about an incident with a cell phone: she and Dustin had found somebody's phone and called them. Whoever was on the phone thanked her and she ended the call by telling them her name was Maggey... pronounced 'Maggie'. I wonder if this is our mysterious writer.

As we're getting ready to go back inside, guess who shows up!

MAYA!!!!!!

We don't know who Maya is, but we do get a list from her; con artists connected to the cell phone. This mysterious phone caller is starting to look more and more like our killer author! Maya makes a subtle insinuation that we're suffering from early-onset dementia before we go back into the courtroom. Time to meet this mysterious witness.

We get Maya back as our co-counsel and Payne introduces this witness as a 'drifter'. The drifter gets rather tilted about it, and good God does he like to rant. This is Richard Wellington (Dick Wellington, and a gumshoe is a wellington boot; "Dick Gumshoe", get it? I like this name a lot!), our assaulter and this case's ultimate witness. He must be our murderer!

With a Ph.D. in Twinking, as it were.

Wellington testifies that he saw Maggey after Dustin fell from a height right in front of him alongside a bundle of bananas. Very short and decisive. We already know, of course, that there weren't any bananas. There was a yellow baseball glove that would look like bananas if he was missing his glasses! We're already on the hyper-offense with this guy. If he was missing his glasses, then there's no way he could've identified Maggey. Wellington testifies again, saying that he immediately called the police station at 6:45... just over 15 minutes after Dustin died. We press him for an excuse; he says he was looking for a phone booth since he didn't have a phone.

So he did lose his phone!

It seems that he does have his phone on him, though. But why would he need to find a phone booth?! There's one right next to the body! What was he doing during those 15 minutes? Looking for his glasses... which were under the victim's body! As he fell, Dustin grabbed his killer's glasses. That's what Wellington was looking for! He's the real killer!

Wellington argues that since he doesn't know who Maggey is, he couldn't have written her name wrong or not! We know for a fact that he knew her name. After all, Maggey found his cell phone! We tell the court this information. He would know her name was pronounced 'Maggie' if he only heard it, and since that's the more popular spelling... well, baby makes two!

Payne argues that we have no motive. We know for a fact he has one, though: remember that name list? It's a list of con artists... and it was in the memory of Wellington's phone! That's why he had to kill Dustin; he was a police officer with a con artist's phone! He panicked. He thought that Dustin might run a check on his phone... or already had! Dustin laughs. There's no proof that this is his phone, is it?!

We want to check for fingerprints, but apparently we wiped it off because of the sand all over it. Wellington says that he has his phone right there, but it "glitched" and "all the numbers disappeared". He also asks us where he found his phone. When he assaulted us! He cockily tells us that we've forgotten who we are.

Who we are...?

Wait.

We have the same model of phone! What if he mixed up the phones? We present our business card to the court and tell Maya to call us.

The good news is that this establishes Maggey's innocence. The bad news is that this sets off an IED, killing everybody in Courtroom No. 8. Too bad!

Wellington is holding on to our phone. He strangles himself to near-death: earning us an acquittal for Maggey. In the aftermath of the trial, Maggey is rather distraught, blaming herself for Dustin's death. After all, her life has been a whirlwind of bad luck. Since she was 6 months old, when she fell from the 9th floor of my apartment building, she's been hit by all sorts of vehicles, gotten sick from all sorts of foods, failed at almost every test she's ever taken, experienced almost every kind of disaster, and never won or even tied at a game of tic-tac-toe! Her misfortune tends to latch on the people around her, she says. She swears to turn her life back around, though! Despite her grief, she leaves with a smile on her face, and 2-1 comes to a close.

What Really Happened?

Richard Wellington was a member of a gang of confidence artists. Maggey and Dustin found his phone, which he had lost, and were going to give it back to him. As they were, though, he saw that Dustin was a police officer. Panicking out of fear that they had searched his phone, he pushed Dustin off of the bridge they were standing on and stole back his phone. He then decided to frame Maggey, whose name he had heard over the phone, by writing her name in the sand.

THOUGHTS

I went into this remembering that I downright hated 2-1. I was pleasantly surprised at how much I actually enjoyed it; I still don't think it's very good, but it's better than I remembered.

To start with the bad, the amnesiac gimmick overstays its welcome very quickly. This is one of the only cases in the entire franchise that actively makes me cringe at times. When I first watched through PixelPartners's lets play, I actually skipped it. That's honestly the biggest issue with this case: the amnesiac gimmick is incredibly tiring, although I do like the subtle ways it rears its head like Phoenix forgetting he wiped Maggey's phone off. I think a better way to have done this case as a tutorial instead of a somewhat groan-inducing amnesia plotline was to have Maggey actually be a legal aide, like her dialogue says she could've been. That would've been fun, seeing Phoenix be a teacher two games early!

I appreciate the spike in difficulty compared to 1-1, but it's still pretty simple: one thing I think is really cool, though, is the fact that you have to point out that the baseball glove is left-handed by actually looking at the picture of it. Maggey is always a treat, and I like Maya's surprise appearance! Payne is also a welcome addition whenever he pops up.

For his part, I don't like Beef- er, Richard Wellington very much. He doesn't have a lot of character or charisma, lacking a lot of the staying power that Frank Sawhit has. The catch with the switched cell phones is also pretty easy to see coming in my opinion.

Generally, this case is rather lackluster, even if it's much better than I remember it being. Just two days ago, when writing the initial draft for this review, I said that I loathed 2-1 and considered it one of the worst in the entire series. I still think it's the weakest opening case, but that's definitely not for lack of trying. It does what it does well, but has a few more obvious issues compared to other openers.

Next time, we'll cover 2-2: Reunion, and Turnabout. See you guys then!

Final Rating: 4/10

FAVORITE LINES

(Nowhere to hide... I'm sooo dead...) - Phoenix Wright, after Gumshoe is called to the stand

"Oh my go-- NOW I REMEMBER!!" - Phoenix Wright, after Wellington reminds us where he found his phone

"Take that!" "Why, thank you. Here, please have one of mine." - Phoenix Wright and His Honor, exchanging business cards

CASE RANKINGS

The Lost Turnabout (4/10)

[takami-takami]

The bits about phone is why I can't picture Hawks as clingy person like Tiktok folks think. He's painfully distant on his approach regarding relationship, understandable considering his backstory. He left his sidekicks behind to deal with aftermath andd they seem already resigned to it. He outright rejected Jeanist's word of sympathy regarding his mother. Even toward Endeavor he just said "I used to watch your video" what a huge understatement about how much Endeavor means to Hawks. The closest person managed to reach Hawks and get the closest physical affection (a hug) seems to be Tokoyami, and that after he yelled at Hawks, watched his mentor just a hair breath from death for like the third time on the day, and wrestled with the The Demon Lord himself.

He's the type of person who looks chatty on outside but on the chat he just "K. Tysm. Gtg."

Yes and no!

Hawks is pretty distant but a lot of it is out of necessity— it's tied to his job.

Why did he leave his sidekicks behind? It's efficient for his job. Minimizes casualties, his sidekicks say.

Didn't answer his calls? He's probably busy, like when he threw his phone on the couch because he was doing investigative work on Twice.

When it comes to Endeavor, he cares about him a lot. Like a lot. Same with Tokoyami.

Hawks does show physical support and affection to Endeavor; his eyes wobble with empathy when he holds him up as he falls, speaking softly like one would a kid who got hurt. Like you can practically see his heart breaking when he looks at him after the nomu fight, and when he visits him in the hospital after that. When crowds throw trash at Endeavor, he puts his hand on the small of his back and walks with him. Hawks does communicate how he feels, and he does feel a lot for people, it's just pretty unconventional.

I can see what you're saying about Jeanist, but Hawks does open up to him about his innermost feelings and insecurities regarding his mother, trauma, and where he believes he failed, which is huge imo.

Idk, my assessment is that he's both always in work mode (unless he's at home) and also more of a lone wolf. But I don't think that means he is cold, or that he is irreparably distant. He just doesn't know who he is outside of his goals and job.

When he does express affection or emotion, at least in the anime, he makes googly eyes and is like, super cute about it. And he does open up to people. Which is good! Keigo deeply desires to lend his support, like he said about Endeavor, "to anyone trying to be better."

I'm not as caught up in the manga, though! So I'm missing a lot of information.

But yes, you're right, he is not a clingy person— he values alone time, allows himself space, would be willing to cut ties pretty simply if he clicks into habits (yeowch!), and is pretty unreachable as it stands. But my assessment is deep down he's a normal guy, and he craves to settle down. Even if it means he'll do it alone, but I personally think he'd benefit from a partner or friend who understands his needs and can work with him.

[amoransia]

Leviathan: "Oooooooooh"

Beelzebub and Asmodeus: (This could've been an email.)

!!!Chapter 65 spoilers below!!!

Good fucking food and good chapter as per usual. Thank you for showing me my snake wife (Satan) again. Loved every page, and I hope Fukayama-sensei is taking his time recuperating from his surgery and doesn't push himself too much.

I say this because those pages were out of this world. I love the spookiness factor they're finally adding. A lot of exorcist manga just focus on the action and completely forget they're dealing with demons (and other creatures of similar nature) so I'm glad Aruma added that in. Belphegor's pathetic poltergeists(?) are really funny, too lol.

Babacat confirmed!! Troperrific called it! I had my money on Cattan instead, lol. Regardless, this basically means she's been spying on Priest since the very beginning, so there's a high chance she'll try to talk-no-jutsu him into corruption(?) using what she knows about him. What Vergilius couldn't convince him to do, she'll probably (almost) succeed? If that's her goal, anyway...

Surprise! Chicken legs, as per her folklore of having a chicken leg-powered house. Nice to see that Aruma-sensei has some basic knowledge on her. As usual, they do look into things. Which makes me happy. I thought the chicken was kinda cute until her disemboweled headless corpse waddled in. Jesus.

Apparently, disembowelment and beheading are the punishments given to schismatics in the Ninth Bolgia in Dante's Inferno. Yeowch. Perhaps this is her punishment because she wanted to help wrongly convicted souls while not inherently being a non-believer and merely disagreeing? I don't know.

I'd also like to mention that Mikhail is probably going to gain a more prominent role when it comes to Baba Yaga. He was the first to recognize it was Baba Yaga, and I think this is because he's more familiar with Slavic folklore than the rest of the cast. After all, Mikhail is a name of Russian origin, so he's probably from around there. He probably got told stories of her as a child.

(I used to affectionately dub Mikhail "Florida man" because of his crazy antics, but he also does fit those crazy Slav dudes that post videos of themselves randomly bringing down abandoned buildings with only bricks. Anyway.)

Really hilarious that Priest can somehow tolerate the horror fuckery that happened this chapter but can't handle horror MOVIES or Japanese spirits. My MC is truly built different and I love him dearly. Someone get him a good therapist and multiple trips to a bunny café.

Just look at him go!!

Imuri's face didn't show up even once in this chapter, by the way! Probably means nothing, but it'd be curious if her reactions were obscured because she was familiar with Granny somehow. Imuri's lived quite a long while, too, after all. Wouldn't be weird if she knew some people here and there.

(Might I add that we've yet to see the mysterious Cass friend she texts... He said he hesitantly submitted a request to see her to the Church, but it's been a while since that...)

This line alone is either a red flag or a green flag, but I'm hopeful it's actually a green flag, since it goes against Satan's wishes. Maybe Baba Yaga will actually sympathize with Priest, since she's been watching over him... dunno!

Additionally, this is also something I mentioned on my Twitter, but to me, it appears that she's being set up as another parallel character to Priest:

Both are the strongest of their team

Got called "it" and "thing" by their respective benefactors

Both want(ed) to help people

Witnessed or witnessing wrongful accusations against the innocent

Priest even sympathized /explicitly/ with people who were wrongly tried for supposed witchcraft in chapter 64. Surely she must've heard him say that? I previously thought Vergilius would take on the role of the parallel, but I think Granny is a more deliberate one!

Welcome back Tachibana my beloved boss girl, in the most literal sense. She even has a big ass coat on. Is she single? We should ask Aruma-sensei. Please do a Q&A, I pinky promise to be civil.

Anyway, I'm convinced Mammon is coming back too, then, since she is extremely capable. Mammon's (first) arc was definitely rushed due to the looming danger of the axe, so I'm excited to see him being pathetic again. He's grown on me, for the wrong reasons. I think he's a big fan favorite amongst the JP sphere as well. He's the only Demon Lord that I feel truly values his human connections, so that's no surprise.

All in all, it was a perfect chapter, and I have nothing to say about the Japanese and/or translation of the chapter; I have but one single complaint:

Chapter 65

Chapter 36

THEY CLIPPED HIS FUCKING NAILS!!! NOOO!!!!!!!!!!! HIS EVIL SLY BITCH SWAG... it's GONE!!!!!!!!!! It has been STOLEN!!!!! Someone has to die for this FUUUUUUUCK

[kikiofthevast]

Coral Kindness

So I was thinking about the coral in the Coral IslesTM being a manifestation of the Corruption so have some fucked up Corrupted Martyn

Cw for altered mental states, implied brainwashing, heavily implied manipulation, codependency, some weird semi-romantic undertones(??), hivemind and some light violence

Martyn doesn't think he regrets coming back.

Sure, the spines and the coral are...tight around his body, and the bits that stick deep into his skin are agitated by certain movements, but it's not...unpleasant. It's actually kind of nice.

Maybe a little too nice, really, but nearly stepping on the coral circling and wrapping around the island is a small price to pay for peace. Because this is peace unlike anything Martyn has ever known.

It dulls the urges of being Red, pushes back the stress and aches of the Death Game and he and Scott are embraced by something that loves them both. Their connection is not the one from last season. It is not a connection of pain and a connection of death. It is a connection of emotions, of speaking without words and of embracing without touching.

Speaking of Scott, he feels him down under the ocean floor, idly building and planning and storing and Martyn wants to be close to him again.

 He settles, for now, for the coral at his back. As he sinks to the ground, it connects and it feels like everything he could ever want, not the cold devotion of Red Winter, not the doomed walls of the Southlands, not the rejection of a person who couldn't stand the sight of him. Because he has the coral now, and he has Scott. And it sings sweet in his ears.

And then he's interrupted.

He cracks open his eyes with a scowl, looking up at Joel, who has an axe slung over his shoulder. "Having a nice nap?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Looking awful defenseless there."

"Be quiet, Joel," Martyn groans back, shifting against the coral as if in bed. "I'm trying to listen."

 "Listen?" Jimmy's come up behind Joel and Martyn feels a jolt of pain from Scott's end of the connection. "What could you be listening to? The waves?"

"The coral." He stands slowly, the coral rising with him and wrapping around him tighter. Covering his eyes. He doesn't need them with the love and the sensation feeding into him.

 Joel and Jimmy won't join them, the coral whispers. They don't want to join them. They want to continue to suffer at arms-length with each other and their meaningless connections. They abandon people at a whim. They abandoned me, Scott thinks sorrowfully, and Martyn's grip on his sword tightens.

 "Gonna give you thirty seconds to run," Martyn says, breathing in the love and the power that the coral granted him.

They are intruders and Martyn's duty is to defend from intruders. Scott wordlessly wonders if he needs help, but Martyn placates him. He can handle this himself.

Jimmy snorts. "Uh-huh. Thirty seconds, huh? Wonder where you got that from."

"Start running."

 Martyn slashes at Joel without warning, who yelps.

 "I thought we had thirty seconds!" Jimmy cries.

"Start running."

"Yeah, we're not--" Martyn slashes Joel quickly and sharply. "--YEOWCH okay, WE'RE GOING! JEEZ!"

As they swim back to shore, the coral doesn't recede. But Martyn doesn't mind. Instead, he dives below to find Scott. He needs something right now that the coral just can't provide, no matter how much it tries.

[travelers-of-the-multiverse]

@infinity-multi-muse continued from here

Oooo, that looked like a bad wipe out. She realizes that she probably made that happen with her sudden appearance. Well, she better make it better then, and make sure he's okay. With that, she doubles back to him when he finally stops skidding out. Yeowch, that really seems like it hurt.

"Hey, are you okay? Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you like that." She says, kneeling down as she gets a good look over him. She wants to make sure he's not badly injured and that nothing is broken.

[br0-k3n-sch00lb01]

CHAPTER FIVE: INNOCENCE (?)

He woke up again the next day to Kel yelling at him again.

“BAAAAAASIL!!! SUNNY’S HERE WITH ME HE WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU WANNA HANG OUT WITH HIMMMMM WAKE UPPPPP!!! BASIL BASIL BASIL BA-'' Basil slammed open the door and slapped Kel on the face. 

“YEOWCH!!! Basil, what was that for?!” Kel exclaimed. 

“SHUT YOUR INCESSANTLY ANNOYING TRAP, KELSEY, BEFORE I SHUT IT FOR YOU!!” Basil snapped. 

Kel sighed and shut his mouth. Basil looked beside him to Sunny.

“Anyways. I’d be delighted to… s-spend time with you… S-Sunny…” He mumbled. He felt his face heating to nuclear levels. 

Sunny nodded at him and walked away. About halfway down the driveway, Sunny turned back and looked at Basil blankly as if to say, Are you coming or not?

Basil sprinted ahead to follow Sunny down the sidewalk. He followed him all the way down the street to his house. He stepped inside and shivered immediately- it was very, very cold. Sunny spoke in a raspy, quiet voice. 

“A-Are you… alright…?” He said. Basil nearly jumped out of his skin, he was so startled.

“O-Oh! Yeah, I’m fine, S-Sunsu-... Sunny.” Basil exclaimed, almost calling him ‘sunsun’ for… untold reasons. 

It was just an intrusive thought. Basil was innocent, of course. He wouldn’t call his best friend a… a pet name.

…Would he? 

Sunny tapped Basil on the shoulder. Again, Basil’s soul almost left his body. He squeaked. Sunny flinched and stepped back.

“...Heheh… uhm… sorry… I’m fine.” Basil mumbled. 

Sunny stared at him for a moment, and then turned and continued walking, all the way up his stairs and into his room. Basil followed him nervously, his breath shaking. 

“S-So, uh… Sunny… wh-what did you want to-” Basil started. 

Sunny leaned his face so close to Basil their lips were practically touching.

“T-T-To…” Basil stuttered. His face went bright red. Sunny put his hands on Basil’s shoulders.

“Wh-What are youuuu…” Basil was cut off abruptly as Sunny pressed his lips to Basil’s. Basil felt lightheaded.

Sunny pulled back. Basil opened his mouth and tried to form words but the best he could manage was a small ‘oh’ and then he slumped down against the wall. Sunny crouched down in front of him. 

“S-Sorry, Basil, I just… really wanted to do that. I mean if you don’t like that it’s perfectly fine I accept that and you don’t ever have to talk to me again if you don’t want to-” He said, waving his hands frantically. Basil held a finger to Sunny’s mouth, shushing him.

“It’s fine. None of that negative stuff. Seriously…” He sighed, a dreamy look on his face. He brought his hands to his chest. 

And then he passed out cold.

[moonshynecybin]

going up to him, looking at him in the eyes and saying “is it worth it to ruin yourself to make me lose the championship” is insane behavior, how do you even answer that?💀

if you’re marc marquez and you heart is lying in little pissed off pieces on the asphalt, you whip out your world famous swaggy disassociative stare and go entirely nonverbal. here are my best guesses at what he looked like:

pic one is from qatar 2016 (first presscon of the season (YEOWCH.) and pic 2 is from crucial divorce prelude assen 2015 while they’re disagreeing about vale cutting the chicane

[oshimaoshimaoshima]

I had a change of heart along with self reflection…here’s the actual hcs. 🙏

Jouno Nsfw HCs (written unprofessionally by a loser virgin.)

(It might get a bit disturbing, nasty, freaky and ooc towards the end.) (not proofread too)

-start off very basic I think this guy is like like uhhh a dominant typa guy yknow. (Lawd I’m not used to writing these stuff bear with me.) like alpha sigma big daddy top. 🥶🥶

-while I do see him leaning on the more dominant and hard to top side, if you manhandle him and be stubborn enough I suppose you can corner him to submission. 👍 (possibility of 4.57.%)

-but when he’s submissive he’d be the cutest bichiest bitchy cuck ever, wpuld tryna act tuff but is a babbling moaning sensitive mess, every little thing gets him going and he’d be done in no time.

-if yk monthly hunting dog surgeries give them quite inhumane strength, so imagine the power and stamina this man has, he’ll be taking you to more than just poundtown like uhh creamy valley or bootyhole anal sex canyon or smth. (Then again he’s easily overstimulated so certain times it won’t go as far as I list out.)

-he likes humiliation and degrading, will throw some praises here and there if youre a soy boy who’d cry at the slightest mean comment (like me)

-then again the smell of the tears and how your sobs rack against your chest would turn him on more, remember he’s a sadist, so most likely would have dacryphillia. 🙏

-BONDAGEEEE, totally not self projecting here hehe. 🤤🤤

-on days where he’s exhausted, he (most likely) would like to get lay down to rest and listen to your heartbeat but since this is a freaky deaky post, jouno would opt for soft sex too. He can be loving in those moments.

-but………punishment sex…..or when he’s frustrated as hell……..heh. 👅

-this guy is a real FREAKKKK, whenever you’d cry during sex he’d lean down from where he’s thrusting in you to lick your tears, mutter curses under his breath from how good you are, THENNN sloppy sloppy saliva making out and and marking you up, shit like that.

-would record sounds of you or ask you to send audios smth like that, so he can jork off to it. 🥶🥶

-he may not have visuals of you, but he can touch smell sense, so he’d def like feeling his hands around your body and face, getting to know you and really, admire you, before diving in to give you the most delectable head ever. 😈😈🙏🙏

-if he was given the chance to fuck you in front of Tetchou just to prove something, he would. (Vouyerism YEOWCH!!)

-collaring, need more I say?

-what the fuck am I doing Atp ANYWAYYY KNIFE PLAY KNIFE PLAY AND BLOOD KINK TOO!!! I’m still keeping my words, jouno would get a boner whenever he tortures criminals and ejaculates to the smell of their blood and the sounds of their agonies. He’d have the most fucked up looking shit eating grine while doing allat.

-the typa guy to dry humps you in a Target bathroom.

-last but NOT least……dick piercing. Mmmhjmmmmmiuhttsgymmk.

OFC I HAVE MORE THAN THIS, BUT I CABT KEEP WRITING THIS ITS ACTUALLY SO AWKWARD. 😭😭😭 like and subscribe for part 2…..or a Tetchou ver..👅👅