#he's still protecting humanity. he knows why and he's pretty secure of that. the question then becomes how and at what cost

[tev-the-random]

"Aw man, what are they gonna do with Shadow now that he got his closure with Maria's wish and everything? What sort of story can he possibly have after that?"

*points frantically at Sonic 06*

[sadcupcake]

Mikaelson's Gilbert

Part 4

I’m sitting in my room thinking, why would the Mikaelson’s invite me to their ball? Why would anyone invite me to something that fancy? I mean no one ever even says hello to me let alone invites me to fancy parties. I’m sure it’s just some kind of scheme to get at my sister, either way I’m not going. I will not be a pawn in whatever this is, my sister may have two vampires to protect her but I do not. I’m on my own like I have been my whole life. I can’t help but remember the feeling of being in their home, the calmness I felt, the ease. I can’t help wanting to go back their to relive it, but what if something went wrong? What if Damon or Elena does something to piss off a couple of thousand year old vampires and I end up as collateral damage? No I can’t go, no matter how much I crave that feeling of security again I can’t afford the risks.

I’m about to walk to the Grill when I notice a package by the front door addressed to me, to be honest I’m surprised it’s still here Elena tends to open my packages for me and then if it’s something worth her while she claims no package ever showed. I pick it up and quickly take it to my room before she can see me with it and ask questions. Opening it I see a handwritten note sitting on top of soft fabric. 

“Love, I know that our reputation precedes us but I do wish you would join my brothers and I at the ball and save us a dance. If you decide not to come I understand but I found this dress and immediately thought of you, if you wear it to the ball or not I do hope it makes you feel as beautiful as you are in my eyes”

The note isn’t signed but it’s obviously from one of the Mikaelson brothers, I can’t help the blush I feel at the kind words written about me. I’ve never really seen myself as beautiful and I can’t truly believe that one of the Mikaelsons sees me that way after a thousand years of witnessing all the beautiful things this world has to offer. The dress however, that is beautiful. It’s perfect, it’s black and elegant while still managing to have a soft side to it, like it was made for a Queen, strong yet soft.

It’s a bit hard to still refuse to go when this dress is begging for an excuse to be worn. Still the very apparent risk to my life still lingers in the back of my head. I’m human and no one in the supernatural community in Mystic Falls has my back, like ever. I hide my new dress in the back of my closet hoping no one will see it and ask questions and slip the note in my pillowcase.

When I walk into the Grill I’m still thinking of the note. The handwriting was, for lack of a better word, pretty. I could only ever wish to have handwriting like that. I’m too lost in my own world to notice Damon in front of me and I run right into him.

“Watch it” he mutters while turning around not yet noticing it was me who had run into him.

“Of course it had to be you, my least favourite person. You know I’ve killed people for less” he says now looking into my eyes. The look in his eyes and the tone of his voice tells me he absolutely would have killed me by now if I weren’t Elena’s sister, hell if she gave him permission he’d do it right now.

Before I can reply Klaus of all people walks up to us. 

“Now now mate, that’s no way to talk to a lady. How about you apologise” he says to Damon before turning his attention to me. “Are you ok love?” He says almost softly now looking st me up and down like he’s checking for injuries, so he thinks Damon is capable of hurting me as well. Good to know I’m not alone in my concern.

“She needs to watch where she’s going”  “I’m fine” Damon and I say at the same time.

Before Klaus can say anything further to him Damon walks off to where Elena and Stefan are sitting. 

“Are you sure you’re fine love?” He says looking at me with an emotion I can’t quite decipher 

“Yes I’m fine, thank you for coming to my rescue” I say not sure what else I could have said but thank you without ending up dead.

“Anytime love, I mean it anyone bothers you let me know and I’ll handle it” He says while his hand twitches for a second like he wants to reach out to me. This whole interaction has me so confused. 

“So have you decided if you’re going to accept mine and my brother’s invitation?” he asks, looking hopefully. It’s honestly adorable, and that is the last thing I should think about this man who could kill me without even breaking a sweat.

“How can I say no when you just saved me from certain death?” I say, truly asking myself how I can say no now. As if the beautiful dress wasn’t enough this just makes it that much more difficult.

“I suppose I’ll see you Saturday then love, save me a dance. Please?” Klaus says and I think that is the most genuine I've ever heard someone sound when talking to me.

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[mt-isnothere12]

Sunday HSR Analysis

“People often forget that when the first bird took flight, the entire world envisioned a future where… No more fledglings would ever crash to their death.”

Hsr 2.2 spoilers 👇

I think Sunday values security and safety above all. Robin tells him he doesn’t need to do everything and not relax and we also see how much he does. He’s kind of like a pastor (or preacher idk the difference) hearing ppls confessions. Sunday is definitely seen as the perfect person. A responsibile, talented, brother than handles everything. Sunday’s main internal conflict is him not being sure he’s doing the right thing. He’s trying to persuade himself that he’s just trying protect people (but mainly Robin ig). And as Aventurine’s Future says something along the lines of:

“To deceive others, you must first deceive yourself.”

I think there are multiple parallels between the two. They both value security (or a false sense of it), deceive others, and in a way, gamble. Sunday’s plan of teaming up with Ratio and getting the “aventurine” stone. His questions with the Trailblazer, Himeko, March, and Firefly were pretty risky if you ask me. And like Aventurine, has questionable ways of achieving their goals. He believes he’s doing the right, and more importantly, necessary things to keep Penacony up and running. His drive isn’t principle like he suggests at the beginning, but need.

When Welt, Sunday, and Robin talk to the Dreammaster, he speculates that they do not worship the Harmony but the Order and Sunday confirms this. He says:

“We were never the children of the Harmony… Within the foundation of law, humanity establishes civilization. And through Harmony, we obtain Order.”

This makes a lot of sense. Sunday’s truth spell doesn’t match the belief of the Harmony very well. It’s very forceful as we can see with Aventurine’s interrogation. Since we now know it’s the Order, his power matches that path perfectly. I mean, he’s a control freak like Ena the Order.

Furthermore, he keeps bringing up the bird story and it dying. When he tells Himeko, March, Firefly, and the Trailblazer the story, he asks them:

“…build a nest with a soft net where the Charmony Dove fell? Or build a cage for it, and feed it, giving it the utmost care from within the warmth of a home?”

March chooses to build a cage and protect it

Himeko chooses to build a cage and protect it

Firefly chooses to build a cage and protect it

The Trailblazer chooses to build a nest.

He then asks another question, the Trailblazer chooses the opposite of what Sunday chose.

Sunday then asked the third and final question.

“Would you still support Robin’s journey on the path of Harmony?”

The Trailblazer says yes.

Let me ask you this: How much can you blame Sunday? He wants protection, for himself and others. That’s why he follows the Order. He believes that you need force to have preace. Sunday wants to unite people under the Order.

But every planet that followed the Order shined bright but burned just as quickly.

He thinks his sister is naïve for following the Harmony and getting that bullet injury, but I would argue Sunday is just as naïve as her. None of the planets that worshipped Ena the Order succeeded in the long term. But the thing about Sunday that makes his naïveté worse than Robin’s, who is less naïve and more idealistic, is his arrogance and ignorance. Sunday is constantly reassuring himself he is a follower of the Order for the sake of Penacony and the Dreamscape.

I think Sunday’s view on humanity is pessimistic (as put in the hsr wiki) bc he detaches himself from. When he talks about, well anything in 2.2 it gives very “i’m a god and you pitiful humans are doomed.” However, he still genuinely wants to help people. I think this god-like stance is a bluff, a facade. We know from the Robin and Sunday cutscene that Sunday believes he has the be the one person that protects everyone, the person who suffers for everyone else. He has to put on a face that says “dw I got it.” Sunday thinks that he has and always will be the reliable one. He emotionally distances himself from everyone else to “see the big picture.”

When Sunday asks why does life slumber, the Trailblazer answers:

“Because someday…we will wake up from our dreams.”

This shocks Sunday. And if i’m being perfectly honest. I don’t really know exactly why. Maybe because he realizes that people (and himself) need to stop indulging into escapism. He may also be reminded he’s human. He isn’t perfect and his ideals aren’t the right solution for humanity.

And he replies:

“The night is still…too short…”

Sunday still wants to dream of something (or reminisce the past?). I’m not sure we gotta wait for him to be playable.

Before that Robin says:

“Even if that star… must hang in a perpetual night of solitude”

So that might also mean he thinks he deserves being alone or doing everything :((( this is a stretch tho

Robin also says:

“Brother… the weakness of humanity cannot be redeemed by others. Stop it… You want to achieve the paradise we promised but the Order is not the only choice! True happiness and the meaning life lie in defying Nihility and embracing all that life offers!”

Sunday wants to solve other peoples problems and humanity’s weakness

He might be nihilistic :((

He’s lonely :(

To close, Sunday doesn’t have bad motives but his execution is pretty questionable. The Order is more about control than anything (Ena and Sunday are both control freaks).

I love Sunday sm <333

[beautifulplaceofyouth]

CHAPTER FOURTEEN | SERIES 

Excuse me for spelling the chapter number wrong, I was in a hurry and didn't have time to change it.

Ch. 1

Ch. 2

Ch. 3

Ch. 4

Ch. 5

Ch. 6

Ch. 7

Ch. 8

Ch. 9

Ch. 10

Ch. 11

Ch. 12

Ch. 13

Ch. 14 (End)

When you keep bumping into your personal royal guard by accident not knowing he is your guardian angel

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook!fallen angel!royal guard! × fem!reader!virgin!princess 

Word count: 2.4k

Rating: 18+

Genre + warnings: Fluff, smut, angst, paranormal romance, historical fanfiction, Kook being cold and mysterious, and just being his sexy self. Possessive over his princess. Happily ever after with a fluffy and spicy scene involved. They have one more person in the family. Just a happy emotional ending. The story isn’t real, just my imagination running wild so just enjoy reading!

a/n: The long waited epilogue is here. I hope it's not too sloppy. I know it's pretty short, sorry. \: Haven't have time to publish it earlier because of health issues but I wanted to end the series finally so you don't need to wait longer! Enjoy .

TEN MONTHS LATER

Jungkook POV

Leaning back in the chair, he felt exhausted from the paperwork which needed to be done because of his kingdom's new adjustments and changes since his wife started living with him so if he wanted this place to be peaceful for her health, he needed to get it sorted out.

It meant better security around the castle and banning all the people who wanted him gone from the throne. It was hard work for several months but it was time to be able to breathe better once he finishes everything.

Massaging his neck, he felt stiff after working so much in the office all day. He already missed his wife and the little sunshine.

He smiled at the thought.

She gave birth to a beautiful baby boy and he was grateful for her giving him such a gift. He had his wife's blue eyes, father's nose but already growing small wings which was surprising considering the fact his wife is just a human. He at least inherited something from his world too and he was glad that the baby boy will have freedom to fly like his father can.

His love for her was so strong that he even rejected his position as guardian angel from heavens above.

It was not a hard decision. He already knew he will have Y/n by his side for eternity but the high angel council was disappointed in him to lose his powers because of a human. Months later they started to see that they can't do anything to change his mind so they allowed him to live on earth and still have his wings at least for protection.

Now he had people to depend on. A beautiful family by his side and he couldn't be happier.

The link with his wife allowed him to feel her emotions and as he sat there, thinking about her, the distress was getting stronger than usual. He didn't understand why.

Mindlinking her, he sent her his thoughts.

"Are you awake, my love?"

His question was left unanswered so it meant that she is sleeping because it was late at night already.

Immediately standing up, he took his cloak as well as his sword and headed out of the door. He needed to find out what's wrong with her.

His royal adviser Minho, the fallen angel was already waiting by his chambers when he bowed to his king," Your Majesty."

"My wife. Is she inside?"

"Uh, yes. She hasn't been outside for several hours so I assume the young prince also is inside."

He furrowed his eyebrows," And you are informing me only now?" he glared at him, his eyes blazing with emotions.

Minho bowed again, trembling in fear," I'm sorry, Your Majesty. It will not happen again."

"You better. Now leave," dismissing him, he went inside his chambers.

Leaving the cloak and the sword on a small wooden bench by the door, he went further inside, only just to stop in his tracks.

His wife was sleeping on a rocking chair, holding their baby boy, both were dreaming about something but the look on his wife's face worried him.

Is she ill? She was sweating.

Silently approaching them, he took his son in his arms when she blinked her tired eyes open," Jungkook?"

"Hey, love," he softly whispered and leaned down to kiss her forehead, feeling her face burning," Do you have a fever?" His concern was obvious.

She shook her head and just closed her eyes. That alarmed him.

Taking his son to the nursery room, he put him inside the crib to sleep, kissing his the crown of his head," Goodnight, Fin. I will go take care of mommy so sleep well my sweet boy," in response, the the baby boy just murmured something in his sleep.

Smiling, he went back to the living quarters to see Y/n in the same position as before.

He gently picked her up as soon as he reached the bed, putting her on the middle pillow where she usually slept in. It was strange that she wasn't moving at all. He could feel that she was burning, distressed about something.

Completely undressing from his attire, she didn't even resist when he pulled all of her clothes off so she isn't hot under the covers.

"Sweetheart, darling, are you sick?" His worried hushed tone made her whimper when she burrowed herself in his arms, suddenly shivering like she was cold.

This won't do.

Lifting her up in his arms again, he carried her towards the big bathroom where the biggest bath was located in their private space that they used for whenever they were together or for times when one of them has a headache. There was also a special medicine cabinet in case either of them have an emergency.

When he entered the bathroom, he quickly placed her inside the huge tub. Turning the tap for warm water, he let it run into the tub filling it up until it was nearly at the top. Then he turned off the water and added some smelling herbs for her to heal the body faster and possibly temperature will drop to normal again.

Taking the medicine for the headache and fever in the small bowl, he put it beside the tub for easier access.

Sliding behind her, he pulled her naked body between his legs, hugging her to his chest, her hair already wet and sticky against her skin. Gathering it together, he tucked her hair in front of her over her left shoulder so they doesn't tickle his nose that much.

Kissing her neck slowly, he takes one medicine pill and gently tips her head up with his hand beneath her chin, his fingers resting against her throat in a gentle hold," Open your mouth, baby."

Her tired eyes open with little strength as she obediently opens her mouth. Smiling at her, he slips the pill between her lips," Suck it gently. It's has a sweet taste to swallow better," he explains.

He watches her tongue wrap around the pill as she starts to suck it and he felt proud that she managed to keep it inside of her mouth so long before finally swallowing.

"Good girl," he coos, running his fingers through her long, silky hair and massaging the soft scalp.

She snuggled closer to him, nuzzling against him making him chuckle at her cuteness," Are you sleepy yet? You've probably been tired of nursing our son all the time and I haven't even checked your health. I'm sorry for failing you," he dropped his head against her shoulder in guilt.

Like a good wife she always is, Y/n lifts her hand over his head, massaging his hair gently," It's okay, Jungkook. I'm fine now because of you."

"No, it's not. You deserve more," he said as she moved away slightly and looked at him with sad blue orbs.

His heart clenched as he noticed how pale she was and how thin she has gotten over the past few months. "I promise I will spend time with you and our son more often now. It's just my duties require so much work that I..."

"It's okay, Jungkook. I know. You're the best husband and king in the world. To me you're perfect in every aspect. Times can get rough sometimes but that's why we are here for each other to support and help in the times of need. Being parents are not easy but I'm glad to be here with you, with our baby living the best life every woman could ask for. You've given me the world and I love you for that," her eyes are full of love for him and he can't help but feel tears forming in his eyes. It was hard to breathe for a moment.

He still couldn't believe that she belongs to him. This beautiful woman was his forever. And so is the son she gave birth to.

Taking her cheek, he seals his mouth over her inviting rosy lips, the tears escaping his eyes in silent waterfall. His emotions were too strong, too overwhelming.

The link between them showed him that she is really telling the truth. She loved him unconditionally and always would.

"I love you," his breath shuddered in fear to lose her, afraid to look away from her beautiful, soulful blue eyes.

As if reading his mind, she cupped his face between her hands, caressing his cheeks lovingly with her thumbs. Her eyes filled with joy and warmth which brought him happiness as well as relief.

A soft smile appeared on her lips," I love you too."

He never cried. Never. The life before made him grow up with nerves of steel but now the thought of something happening to her and his son, the thought of losing them scared him beyond belief.

But this time it happened. Everything came crashing down in a matter of seconds and he couldn't hold it in anymore. Not when she told him that she loves him. Forgives him for not caring enough about her feelings or health issues.

He was shaking uncontrollably as he held her tighter. His eyes shut tightly while he sobbed uncontrollably in her embrace.

She was ill so he didn't wanted to burden her with worry for him but she just held him tightly back, slowly straddling his lap, kissing him with all of her last energy from how tired she was but it was like she doesn't care. The only important thought was reassuring him, to show him how much she loves him.

Pulling slightly back, his eyes were blurry from the crying, probably red when he rested his forehead against hers," You're my whole world, Y/n. You and Fin are the most precious souls in my heart right now. I'm so happy that you chose me," his smile is brighter and this time his wife is holding her tears back but failing miserably when she starts crying and laughing.

When she calms down, she looks at him," We are such sappy fools."

He chuckles at that," You're right. We are a mess. But only with you," he says in a low voice and suddenly realizes their position when her clit slides against his hardness.

"Fuck," the feel of her wet slit against his throbbing cock makes him drop his head back on the edge of the tub.

"Baby...If you don't want me to fuck you right here, I suggest you to leave the tub. I'm really hard because of you," he whispers in husky voice, watching her carefully for her reaction.

She still blushes even after all these months together, even after giving birth, she always seem shy when he talks to her dirty.

"Sweetheart," his plead was enough to make her lift her hips in encouragement as she hid her face in his shoulder.

"All right," she breathes and that's what it took to grab her hips and push his length inside of her, sinking deep enough to feel her walls contracting against his length. He groans at the feeling that they're connected by nothing but skin and his arm wrapped tightly around her waist keeping her close to himself as he pulls out only a tiny bit then thrust back in with a strong thrust before taking her again.

"Jungkook ah," she whines in pain as he moves fast and harder.

Not able to take any more, he grabs her ass as he leans forward, lifting her body up high above the surface of the tub, spreading her legs enough to split her in two, causing both of them to moan loudly at their new position.

'Fucking hell! I can't stop myself. She feels amazing. Too good to be true. So beautiful.

"I'm so sorry, love. I can't help myself," he chokes out while pulling out to come deep inside of her once more.

Y/n throws her head back, screaming his name.

With an angry grunt, Jungkook pushes harder into her, grunting again in pleasure at the feeling of being filled, filling her until his balls hurt but he can't find any ounce of self control because of her and her smell, her taste.

He couldn't help the loud, guttural noises as his cock jerks against her, pumping so powerfully inside of her and he knows it's coming soon.

He knew that Fin is sleeping two rooms away but fuck, she felt incredibly good and he had to make sure this moment stays between them until they reach heaven and the end of their journey.

Pushing himself deeper inside of her, he holds her tighter to him, his body trembling with ecstasy. His eyes closed tight and he grunts louder, almost moaning," Come for me, Y/n..."

His thrusts became harsher, his grib beneath her ass leaving bruises but her moans only intensified as he comes faster and deeper into her, feeling how she clenches around him and the way his seed bursts inside her with one powerful thrust.

Silencing her last scream with his mouth, his tongue diving between her hot lips, he felt almost feverish as she when they both began to feel tired from the powerful orgasm. His thick forearms held her in the air till he slipped out of her, both of their cum dripping out in the water.

Lowering her back into his lap, she clings to him tightly, breathing heavily against his ear.

"You're incredible," he kisses her neck.

"And you're insane," she giggles softly, still out of breath," I feel like Fin will wake up after this because of us."

"Well, not my fault that my cock feels so good that you scream and beg for it more," teasing her, she only blushed but with a smile on her face.

Closing his eyes, he hugs her to him again before they go to the bed.

Not soon after there was crying heard outside and his beautiful wife pokes him in the ribs," Told you."

He rolls his eyes but chuckles," Yeah, yeah, yeah but this time you go to bed. I will take care of him, okay?"

She looks worried," But,-"

The stern look shuts her up when he kisses her temple," No, you need to rest. End of discussion."

"Fine. But come to bed after, will you? I miss your warmth," she pouts.

Kissing her one more time, Jungkook promises her," Always, Ms. Jeon. My queen.”

Since he was born, his duty was to protect Y/n and now he was glad that she has chosen him.

He will always love her and that will never change.

THE END

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[taro-pdf]

Humans are space oddities: exploring disability, communication, and humanity’s job in space (minimal ableism!)

Humans fill various roles in the broader universe. They work jobs from pet to protection, depending on the client. For the vast majority of beings, humans' adaptability and generalist lifestyle was feared. 

Kell was lucky to be born on a human-claimed world and they were even luckier to have parents who supported them. It wasn’t going to be easy working with non-human crewmates, but at least their parents found them a safe ship to start on. 

When they arrived at the dock, a tall, winged creature stood waiting for them.

“Hello,” it greeted in ASL. Kell looked at them in surprise. ASL? From a non-human? “I’m N-O-X, Nox, moth cryptid, she/her/any. My friend signed me up to be your translator for this trip, since it’s your first time.” Having less fingers than Kell, it was a challenge for them to read her finger spelling, but not impossible.

“Nice to meet you. I’m K-E-L-L, Kell, human, they/them, they replied. I didn’t realize I would be getting a translator.”

“I didn’t either, but I’m always up for something new. Come aboard!” Nox turned and walked onto the ship. Kell followed, bemused. 

On board, Kell’s glasses transcribed spoken Universal Interplanetary Language into scrolling text, but Nox’s translations got the tone across in a way that spoken language wouldn’t be able to. With her help, they were able to easily ask and answer questions, and their crewmates had a lot of questions!

“What do you specialize in? All the captain said was you’d be working with Janmia,” asked a tuscian. 

“Have you seen your lodgings yet? I printed out some human decorations for you, such as the human fruit: pineapple!” said a yuto.

“Do humans usually speak with their hands?” asked a creature that Kell didn’t recognize. All they could tell was it was quadruped. 

“Not all of us, but some can. What was your name again?” they prompted.

“I didn’t tell you. I’m Seva, bromid, she/her. My kind greets each other by exchanging scent signatures, but humans can’t do that so let me at least smell you.” Seva didn’t wait for an invitation to stick her nose way too close. 

“You can say no, you know?” A human leaned over Kell’s shoulder, their words appearing on Kell’s glasses. 

“Ok, then no thanks, Seva!” Kell backed up as Nox translated. Seva hesitated but the new human glared and she backed off.

“Hey, what’s up with the hands?” the human walked around to see Kell’s face better.

Why was a human of all beings so judgemental? Kell grimaced, but replied, “I’m Deaf, it’s sign language. Nox is helping me now, but I’ll text with coworkers when she’s not here.” 

The human looked at Nox as she spoke, then at his watch transcribing her words.

“I can’t hear her vocalizations, but my watch picks it up,” they explained. “I didn’t realize she signed.” Nox flattened her ears and said something else to them; they rolled their eyes and turned to Kell.

“She’s always telling me what to do. But yeah, I need to introduce myself. Prak, human, he/they. I’m the main security on this ship.”

“Kell, human, they/them,” Kell offered. “I didn’t realize humans were actually a thing in the security industry. I’m here as an engine and turbine technician.”

“Our durability makes us pretty good at the job. I didn’t realize humans ever were not involved with security.” Prak glanced at his watch as a message popped up on screen. “Anyways, gotta go. Welcome aboard I guess.” He turned and walked into the crew sleeping area.

Even though Kell couldn’t see them, his words still were transcribed by Kell’s glasses. And from Nox’s startled posture, she heard it too.

“FUCK! Who printed out a pineapple???”

Notes: Kell, Nox, and Prak are all OCs of mine and I wanted to put them in space! Kell was created for this HaSO story and I feel like I haven’t wrote about them in forever.  Prak was made off a prompt that said to make an OC who hates pineapple and won’t tell anyone why (it’s partially because a pineapple killed his father, shh…). He left earth to avoid them.  I need to figure out the timeline of how all my OCs meet because it’s a bit convoluted.

[lilacxquartz]

PRETTY LITTLE TRINKET

harpy shoko ieiri x f!reader

plot: while lost at sea, you find yourself saved by a monster yet unable to leave

summary: with the pirates dealt with, something strange happened to you, changing you in an impossible way — a/n: suggestive scenes in this one

chapter 5 of 5 • previous chapter > masterlist • chapter directory • ao3

Final Chapter. Freedom

You woke up a bit later; your mind still racing with questions and yet no solid answers—your body continuing to ache as it contorted and twisted into something new—into something uncertain.

The pain travelled excruciatingly slowly but it all felt very much real. Feathers sprouted from your arms and legs in uneven patches, with the sheen matching the radiant shine of your own distinctive features. Slowly, your form fanned out into something cohesive with your feathers elongating and your joints snapping and shifting into something much more bird-like.

Shoko watched on with an unreadable expression, her aloof and almost guarded state of mind replaced with something raw and frantic. Internally, she was panicking, the change hitting her the hardest. Suguru and Satoru parked away at a distance, their usual remarks absent as they watched on with a cautious stare.

Suguru let something slip after a while though, the curiosity getting to him, “This hasn’t happened in centuries,” he murmured, still perplexed by the sight.

Satoru idly nodded, unable to take his eyes off of you. “Yeah, but I suppose it has been enough time,” he agreed, “you know how the island is with picking people.”

The two on-and-off muttered their musings, their commentary nature not going unnoticed by Shoko who was a much more on edge than they were. Her mind was all over the place; what with your attempted escape, your life being in danger, and then finally, the acceptance. In truth, she wasn’t quite sure what to think exactly—but a calm discussion over the current events wasn’t something that she could comprehend just yet.

Her golden eyes glinted with something possessive as she locked her focus on you, still feeling conflicted as the pain seemed to consume you. Suguru tried to approach you to get a better look with no ill intentions in mind, but Shoko snapped at him as soon as he had tried.

“Don’t,” she warned, taking a protective step to hide you as if shielding you with her body. Her wings flared in a silent warning, hinting that she was not to be messed with right at this moment.

Suguru’s eyes narrowed and Satoru’s expression grew concerned at the sight, unsure how to react exactly to her hostile demeanour towards them both.

“Relax,” Suguru tried again, “I just want to take a closer look—she’s in pain isn’t she? She at least deserves an explanation.”

“Which will come soon,” Shoko shot back in a defensive tone, her words coming out sharp. “Just… just stay away for now.”

“Shoko…?” Satoru tried, his curious blue eyes searching hers for answers only to find none. “Since when were you like… like… this?”

Shoko didn’t answer, looking for an out instead. With a swift motion, she yanked you away by the wrist, tugging you toward the direction she had in mind. The two didn’t try to intervene, but they watched warily from a distance as both of you soon faded from sight.

You hesitated to be dragged off into the distance but you felt too weak to complain. You didn’t fuss all that much either as she secured you into her nest once more over the cliffside. Her talons kept you locked into place, grounding you into position. You sat there for a good, long moment, just barely adjusting. Your new form felt clumsy to adapt to and somehow foreign, despite it being your own body.

Her eyes suddenly snapped to you, appearing to be wide and panicked, as if searching you for answers. “Why?” she finally asked, breaking the tense silence. “Why… why would the island do this to you—to me? You’re supposed to stay human… not become… this.”

You flinched at her tone, unsure as to how to proceed. “Shoko, I-I—”

“—don’t,” she hastily cut you off, wincing at her harshness, giving herself a moment to calm down. “I-I don’t want to lose you… not like this.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Lose me? Shoko? I-I don’t understand. I’m fine. I feel fine. Just different… and besides, I want to stay here, with you. For you.”

The admission of your words however didn’t soothe her rising panic, although it did make her freeze. She replied again with a rigid tone, her voice shaking just a little, “Y-you don’t understand,” she almost whined in a pleading manner, “this is not just about you staying or you changing—it’s about the island—it’s… claiming you,” she replied in a strained flurry of barely coherent words. “W-was I too forward? Did I do this to you?”

She then paused again, her eyes locked onto yours as though searching for answers.

You didn’t have any yourself, but you tried to remain calm for both of your sakes. “I-is it bad if this is happening?”

Shoko let out a breathless scoff, unsure where to even begin. “Not for me, no. Definitely not. But for you? Oh, maybe. I don’t know—it might be!” she admitted, her voice laced with a hint of manic despair. “I just don’t want you to regret this, okay? Once you turn, then you can’t go back.”

“I-I won’t, I promise,” you tried to assure, “maybe if the island chose me then it’s because it can sense that I want this too, right?”

Her breath hitched but she still didn’t seem fully convinced just yet. There were too many conflicting factors, but she tried to force herself to calm down at long last, settling on pulling you closer and wrapping her wings tight around your body as though to shield you away from the world.

“Okay, then…” she murmured, trailing off in consideration, “if you stay, then I’ll keep you safe,” she promised, “from the island and from anything—anyone else.”

You nodded, feeling relieved that she seemed to be much more at ease now. “So… w-what actually happened to me?”

Shoko looked at you for a moment, taking note of the feathers that now made up most of your body before continuing. “The island isn’t exactly normal,” she began, “it’s alive and it chooses who can stay and live here, so if someone survives the seas, then the island challenges them and if they survive again—it changes them so that they can adapt to stay.”

You tilted your head again curiously. “And it chose me…? D-do you know why?”

She hesitated. “You survived through the shipwreck, didn’t you? You were the only one who lived through that entire ordeal—most people don’t make it this far, you know. They’re often dead by the time they reach the coast,” she tried to explain in a way that made sense, “it has its own way of deciding… of testing. If you ate the fruit here and drank the water without getting sick, then that should have been the first sign. Honestly… even I should have known,” she added with a light scoff.

“So… I’m becoming like you?” you asked, your voice tinged with both apprehension but also excitement.

Shoko at last let slip a soft smile, finding the situation just as disbelieving as you did. “Yes, just like me. Like them. I believe that the humans call us harpies?”

So… you were going to be a harpy? A harpy. You let that word linger in your mind for a moment before uttering it out loud. “A harpy…”

Shoko nodded as she leaned in, trying to comfort you at long last. “It’s not as scary as it sounds. The island is very… accommodating. It gives us everything we need. The only issue is that it’s tucked quite far away from the rest of the world, that’s all.”

“Ah,” you laughed lightly. “I suppose that I did want something like this in a way—an adventure that is. I kept dreaming forever of just… leaving everything behind and I guess the fact that this happened was just the world setting it up for me, huh? I just didn’t think I’d have to grow feathers to get there.”

Shoko laughed, seeming more genuine that time. “I suppose that it isn’t exactly a common outcome, but… if you’re willing to make it work, then I will do whatever I can to help you.”

You nodded quietly, letting everything that had happened to you thus far settle and sit in the back of your mind for a beat. There was still an underlying tension present in the air, but it seemed to be slowly thawing into something warmer—something more inviting, and as you settled off into a nap again—the weight of the changes exhausting you, you couldn’t help but feel that all of this perhaps wasn’t that big of a nightmare as it all seemed.

Shoko kept a close eye on you after that, keeping a mental log of all of your changes. A strange energy coursed through your veins, on occasion making your body glow with a vibrant blue aura, injecting your soul with the power of the island.

And after a while, you woke up once more; feeling much more energetic, sharper, and ultimately different.

Shoko, who was still regarding this whole situation with a hint of caution took note of your well-rested state and straightened her back as she watched your eyes flutter open. “Are you—do you feel okay? Better?” she asked.

You hesitated for a moment as you gave your body a quick look, settling into a nod. “Yeah…. Yeah, I think so. I just feel different…? But it’s not a bad different. Maybe it’s good?”

Her jaw tightened at the information, her eyes scrolling over your body as if searching for something that might have gone wrong or looked out of place. Without a hint of warning, she leaned forward to inspect you physically, as if to ensure that you were put together right and that nothing went wrong during the process.

Noticing her fussing, however, you tried to reassure her, “I’m fine. Really.”

Shoko didn’t answer just yet, continuing with her inspection. Her hands palmed around your feathers, tweezing at their tips before finally settling down.

“Okay good,” she decided, repeating the words again and again as if to calm herself.

Just as you thought it was all fine at last, however, Shoko’s anxiety gave way to fascination and then somehow morphed into some sort of obsession all over again.

“You… should be able to fly, right?” she asked, having an idea in mind.

You gulped at the prospect. “I-I think so? But I don’t think I know how.”

“Your instincts should help you,” she replied without skipping a beat.

Your expression quickly grew nauseous and uneasy as you peered off the edge of the cliffside. “L-let my instincts help me by just going for it and hoping for the best?”

Shoko nodded. “I’ll be right here.”

Albeit hesitantly, you shakily stood up and took a step forward. Rather than diving off the deep end, however, you simply just tried to jump up instead, flapping your wings wildly as you struggled to catch the air. At best, you hovered around for maybe a couple of seconds before plummeting into the nest.

Shoko laughed a little at the sight. “Close, but you need momentum to make it work.”

You nervously laughed back. “Momentum…? What do you mea—”

Without warning, Shoko gave you an ‘encouraging’ push forward, sending you falling down the cliff. In a fit of desperation, you tried to flutter your wings as fast as you could, gliding into a sliding sweep, keeping yourself just barely hovering in the air as you struggled to keep it all up.

“There we go,” she smiled, but then let her proud state drop, watching as you stumbled into a hasty crash landing soon after, making a swift drop towards the cliff where the jagged ends met. She dove in an instant to swoop you up, not letting you collide with the sharp rocks.

“You’re fine, y-you’re fine,” she assured you as she tucked you back into the nest, although it sounded as though she was trying to comfort herself more than you, “that was good for a first try.”

“Y-yeah?” you nervously laughed, your mind ripe with adrenaline.

Shoko hummed in agreement before getting another idea. “Here, um,” she muttered, requesting your attention, “watch me for a bit, okay? It’s all about catching the wind and letting it guide you.”

You bobbed your head in silence, taking note of her practiced movements. The way that she effortlessly flew through the harsh wind was both terrifying but also mesmerising to you, however, when she gestured for you to come to join her, you were once again feeling like the life was soon about to drain from your body.

“A-ah, I-I don’t think that I should—” you stammered, but then a gust of wind fluttered from her wings and shook you out of place, encouraging a practical approach once again.

Slightly panicked, you flapped your wings in a fit of desperation once more, although you tried to imitate her actions this time instead. Warily, you let the wind carry you away that time, choosing to listen to your newly acquired instincts instead.

“See?” Shoko called out to you in mid-air. “Just like that—you’re doing so well,” she praised, guiding you safely back to the nest again, “you’re becoming one of us now—I can feel it.”

You breathlessly nodded once more, clinging onto the solid structure of the nest with a deeply sought gratitude, not wanting to leave the ground for a bit. You wanted to fly again, but you needed time to even work your way up to such a thing. It was all still so insane that you were something different now, something that went beyond your understanding of the world at all.

Shoko stared at you as you recollected your breath, her initial worry successfully gone. “You’re still okay with this, aren’t you?”

“I guess I am,” you confessed. “No more being a human, huh?”

She hummed, taking in your new form, pulling you close once more.

You considered it again. Maybe it was all completely fine after all. Things might have been different now, but it wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened to you, all things considered. You could have died for one, but the island chose to give you a chance. So be it then—becoming a harpy—why ever not?

A silence brewed in the air for a moment longer and then all of a sudden, the tension that had long been simmering away in the background had finally snapped. Shoko gambled giving into her feelings, leaning forward again, reading into the situation with some fresh hope. With very little warning let alone a chance to prepare, she pressed a longing kiss against your lips, pulling away to see where it could all take her.

For a moment, you were left stunned, but then to her surprise (and yours), you reciprocated the gesture—albeit messily. It all felt so heated, so desperate. Nothing quite made sense but you almost didn’t want it to. All you knew was that it felt right to be right where you were—it felt right with her, and when you finally pulled back, her amber eyes locked onto yours, seeming much more intense than before.

“You’re mine, yes?” she not quite asked, but claimed.

Shoko then reeled you in even tighter, straddling over you and grinding herself into your lap. Her hands explored your skin almost obsessively as if trying to trace and map out every single curve and contour wherever she could.

“I want to make things up to you,” she whispered into your flesh, “I want to make you feel good for a change—I shouldn’t have prolonged your misery before—that was wrong of me, so let me help you feel good.”

You hummed in agreement, although you were slightly dazed. Her actions were so smooth and precise, making you feel warm on the inside and out. Little phrases and words rolled off her tongue as she murmured sweet nothings into your ear, every bit of her tone laced with adoration and praise. “So beautiful,” you heard one point. “All mine,” you heard at another time.

Her fingers explored lower and lower, settling right in between your legs, pushing apart to gain entry into your sensitive sex. You gasped at where she was headed but soon welcomed her exploration—not wanting even for a second to turn her away—allowing her to massage your clit with her fingers, slowly drawing out all sorts of pleasure from within your core.

“Do you feel good?” Shoko asked, seeking your validation, seeming pleased when you nodded along. She continued however she could, running lazy circles over the point all the while you quickly grew flustered from just how much she worshipped you with her touch—peppering your flesh with a flurry of kisses.

A moment later, she dipped her fingers into your sopping heat, curling the digits in all of the right spots that made you see stars. Shoko seemed to revel in the moment, your clear arousal like the highest given praise. The way that your lips quivered as you slowly came undone played in her ears like the sweetest melody as you let out all sorts of beautiful sounds.

“Let it all out,” she whispered against your lips, pulling you close towards her body as she continued, keeping a thumb lodged over your clit, running delicious circles while two of her pointed fingers worked themselves inside of you, “give into me.”

You whimpered out rolling whines and barely uttered breaths alike, bucking your hips almost involuntarily to give into the blissful sensations she offered—almost dizzying yourself at the feverish pitch she set—feeling yourself become like putty in her hands. A tight, almost coiling feeling pinched away in your lower stomach, tweezing radiating waves of sweeping pleasure that quickly consumed you.

“I want to feel you come undone from my hands and mine alone,” she continued to purr, plunging her fingers in and out of your dripping cunt, feeling as you began to clench around her pointed touch—fluttering out in ecstasy—pushing yourself towards the point of no return. “No more holding back now.”

You whined out one final time, feeling your body rise to an intense feeling of exhilarating joy, riding her fingers all the while an almost brutal climax overwhelmed you, rendering you into a puddle of relaxed, exhausted bliss. Shoko then pulled you in close, withdrawing herself from your heat as soon as you couldn’t handle a second more, wrapping her arms tight around you once again, letting you settle off into a deep, much-needed sleep once more.

“Sleep, my pretty girl,” she whispered, cocooning you into her wings, screwing her eyes shut with intense want but also need, “I’ll be there when you wake up.”

~~~

The next morning felt surreal, but you were very certain that what had happened last night, had in fact, actually happened. You woke up with a warm tingly sensation in the pit of your stomach, still reeling from last night. Shoko was already up, sitting by the edge of the cliff as watched you wake up.

“I should probably go apologise to my idiots,” she muttered out just loud enough for you to hear, getting ready to fly off towards the island just up ahead. “Come with me?”

You felt more confident that time around for some reason, despite your rocky start with the concept of flying. Somehow, just even spending a night in your new form started to feel more and more correct.

“Okay, let me try…” you nodded, talking yourself into the act.

With Shoko’s added encouragement, too, you were able to launch yourself off the cliff with more natural ease that time around. Flying was still new, still awkward, and even unpredictable, but it was unlike anything you had ever experienced before and for that short journey that had transpired from the cliffside to the sandy shores, you thought you were doing okay—but then you tried to land.

Just barely settling on the coast, you clumsily tumbled onto the soft earth below right where Suguru and Satoru lounged. They both regarded you for a moment before bursting to a fit of laughter, their eyes wide with entertained mockery.

“What was that?” Satoru laughed, propping himself up to his elbows, his long frosty wings stretching lazily behind him. “Did the wind trip you over?”

“Maybe she meant to do that?” Suguru teased a little. “You meant to crash, right?” he asked you directly that time.

Before you could even begin to respond, however, Shoko had landed just beside you, drawing their attention towards her instead. Her eyes immediately narrowed and although she didn’t reply to their jabs right away, her tense demeanour looked so deadly that they both sought to straighten up and drop their teasing smiles in an instant.

“Stop it,” Shoko huffed, brushing the sand off of your feathered form and helping you up, “she is still learning… okay?”

Satoru rolled his eyes but yielded. “Yeah, yeah. We’ll play nice. Promise.”

Suguru sighed too. “Fine, I’ll be good. It’s just we’re still… adjusting to all of this,” he gestured towards you, “it’s not every day that the island chooses someone, let alone someone like her, but…” he strained himself, trying to be polite, “if she’s one of us now, then I’ll learn to deal with it. For your sake.”

Shoko then, for once, seemed slightly awkward for a change. She cleared her throat, trying to figure out how to apologise for her behaviour just a day before. “Uh, look… about earlier, I’m sorry for how I acted—”

“—you’re forgiven,” Satoru replied first with Suguru humming in agreement just a second after.

“Yeah,” Suguru added, “this whole situation is weird, we know. You probably handled all of this better than either of us ever could.”

“True,” Shoko replied with a smug undertone to her voice, as if pleased to hear such high praise.

“J-just don’t do it again?” Satoru warily asked, seeming almost afraid to catch another death glare from her. He thought that she was oddly terrifying when she wanted to be.

“I’ll make no promises,” she replied in that same sort of arrogant tone.

Satoru slightly winced but laughed nervously at her promise. Suguru in the meanwhile chimed in with something more, “Anyway. If the island really wants her to stay, then she needs to be a part of it,” he said, tilting his head towards the blue skies above, “how about it?”

“I’m still a bit rusty,” you admitted apprehensively, understanding the hint.

“You’ll learn,” Suguru replied, sounding oddly assuring.

Shoko smiled at the idea, her fingers creeping along your skin as though to encourage you even further. “You wanted to be free, right?” she whispered so only you could hear. “So let us show you exactly what that means.”

You nodded, following along with her as the four of you took to the skies together, darting up impossibly high before swooping back down at a hurried rate. Shoko flew close to you to keep you in her sights, occasionally brushing against your skin with a comforting touch while Satoru zipped ahead, trying to show off however he could, teasing Suguru in the air who responded with exasperated glares.

At first, it still felt just as terrifying as when you tried it all yesterday but then it started to feel closer to how it felt this morning. Shoko guided you with warm ease, her voice sounding calm as she gave you tips on how to control yourself in the air, and soon enough, you managed to find your way just as she had hoped, finally relaxing in the middle of the air.

The feeling of flight—of weightlessness—of being close to her was intoxicating and just as freeing as you had hoped. The prospect of your old attempts to escape now even seemed silly. No longer were you bound to the limits of your old life, soaring as high up and as far as you pleased, cruising through the blurring coast for what seemed like hours and when the sky at last, seemed to dim, the four of you landed back on the familiar shores once more.

Shoko herself close to you, while the other two settled nearby, watching the sun begin to set.

Her eyes glowed with adoration and wonder, perhaps even something more—it was too early to tell. “You still want to stay, right?” she asked, her voice low and soft.

You nodded, leaning into her shoulder, your eyes drooping shut. “Of course. Forever, right?”

Shoko could only let out a breathless laugh, her entire body settling with relief but then quickly buzzing with anticipation as she leaned into you with her eyes closing too. “That’s right. Forever.”

You finally relaxed, properly that time, not just because you were tired—but because finally, you could do so whenever you wanted to.

Although it was unconventional, you finally had somewhere that you belonged.

this has been a part of lilac’s jjk bite sized yandere nightmares

[winterlogysblog]

Overanalyzing King's POV

Part 2

Link to Part 1

Let's talk about Adoption

So Kiane adopted Mertyl and it's pretty obvious that it's a kept secret and that only a few people know the truth. Which is fine, in adoption parents tend to keep it a secret until the child is ready and prepared to know the truth.

And here's the deal, if King and Diane were just a normal Fairy and Giant couple that's all they have to worry about, but that's not the case here. King is the well the King and Diane is the Queen, they're royals and I don't think the fairies would be too pleased to know that their first prince is actually a human oh and not just any human. The human that was switched with their actual fairy prince.

Realistically, if Kiane we're to have told Mertyl that he's adopted. He'll still be in same situation, probably even worse. Fairies are already on his case, questioning his relation to Kiane. "Are you really their kid?" "You don't look like them at all!" Just imagine if Mertyl being their adopted kid is common knowledge. Their quips would be worse and would hurt Mertyl more. Kiane is trying to protect Mertyl from this, that's why they kept it from everybody.

At least now, yes they say these things to Mertyl but they acknowledge him as their prince because that's what they've been told and that's how he acts. They're actually really cool with Mertyl it's just to them, Mertyl is weird looking. So, even if the truth were to come out it wouldn't matter to them cause yes Mertyl is human but he's still Mertyl he's still their prince.

Now, why didn't Kiane tell Mertyl anything even though it's been 18 years. Cause Mertyl isn't ready yet, I mean based on Diane's expressions she knows that this secret is long overdue but in a way they can't do it cause it'll only break Mertyl.

Mertyl has always been insecure about himself and Kiane is trying to make him feel secure, shower him with love and affection in the best ways they could so that even if the truth would come out Mertyl knows that his parents loves him literally no matter what.

And they've done this, as shown in Mertyl's flashback but Mertyl still feels the way he does.

In a world where Mertyl is secure in his place, that he knows the love that his parents, siblings and everyone has for him. There will be no conflict between him and Nasiens. In this world Mertyl would actually feel happy that Nasiens is at their doorstep and would actually help and guide Nasiens into learning about their true identity.

Unfortunately, that's not the case here.

Mertyl saw King gave the Drug of Yore to Nasiens. Now this scene is just filled to the brim with misunderstangs that my only hope is for Sixtus to use his brain and talk it out with his pops.

Mertyl felt betrayed at this moment. This is his worst nightmare came to life.

There's this medicine that in his mind can cure him, can help him and Sixtus reassured him saying that their father is a kinder King than anyone out there and he'll give it to him.

Notice the phrasing here, they know their father's responsibilities as King, they can differentiate between his two roles. Yes, he's their father and he'll do anything for them but he's also the Fairy King, a being that has immense responsibilities and power. They're aware that there are some things that he can't do for them because he's the Fairy King.

But there he saw, his father giving the very thing he came there to ask for to Nasiens just like that. This is the ultimatum for him, so he ran off. Without knowing the full truth behind his father's actions.

Then, we have Nasiens, I love you but baby you kinda messed up on this one. He just jumped to his assumption here.

When King gave the drug, Nasiens refused and claimed that he's rather cruel for letting him run around and make medicine for Percy and fail everytime for the past 2 years only to give this to him now and argued that he should have given it to Mertyl.

Granted, Nasiens doesn't know that Mertyl is human so I guess good on you for having Mertyl's back. But Nasiens you can't just assume these things without knowing the full story, let the man explain. Regardless of King's reasons (I already made a post about it check it out if you wanna know my thoughts) in my eyes he made the thoughest decision a father could ever make here.

At this very moment, King is letting Nasiens go.

King knows what Nasiens is here for and he knows that the moment Percy wakes up they'll leave. King and Diane have suspected and confirmed to themselves that Nasiens is their kid. But Nasiens doesn't really need them, he's fine, he has friends that cares for him, he has hopes and aspirations, he grew up to be such a great person. To King, seeing Nasiens the way they are now and being able to take care of him for 2 years and help him with his goal, that is more than enough. King is letting Nasiens go because he knows that Mertyl needs them the most.

And here's the thing, I have a huge feeling that King decided on this a long time ago, that's why he didn't explicitly tell Nasiens anything for 2 years. And look at King's face here, he seems content, happy even.

King is willing to let Nasiens go without even saying that he's their father, without saying that they're family, without a hug, without a good heart to heart, not even a chance to hear the word Father from them, without any closure. None of that. Because King chose Mertyl

King chose Mertyl cause that's his son

King chose Mertyl despite the fact that he has finally found his firstborn

This is a sacrifice he's willing to make because that's how much King loves Mertyl

[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

Hi, I hope you're doing well. Could you write how and when the mob!boys killed for the first time? I'm sorry if it seemed confusing, English is not my native language, I love your writing so much!

just a quick warning for this one, they were *all* children when they killed for the first time. Their backstory is being held prisoner and forced to perform in an illegal underground freak show until they were freed by activist, and later friend, April. This one will also, by the very nature of the question, be super dark (esp Mikey's) so if kids killing or murder or descriptions of violence makes you feel bad things, please skip this one x

Mob! Leo

He was about 13 when he killed for the first time

it was during the scuffle to free them and forcibly disband the freak show they were being held in

the activists had come with weapons and liberation equipment but the people running the show weren't gonna let their main act go without a fight

It was the save his father, Splinter, that he killed

he didn't mean to, he was only 13

Splinter had to fight his way out once the alarms sounded and people realised they were getting free

3 of the security guys were trying to take on Splinter, he'd gotten 2 of them off and knocked them unconscious but the third one was on his back, wire around his neck, choking him

he couldn't get him off

Leo, seeing his father failing, picked up a piece of broken glass and ran over

he plunged it into the guys side over and over

he didn't realise it punctured his lung in several places

filling with blood, the guy started spluttering and rolling around in agony

Splinter rushed Leo away and got him and his brothers out before the guy actually died but that was Leo's first fatality

Mob! Raph

Again, he didn't mean to

he just gets so angry!

it's like he sees red and then his brain doesn't connect to his fists and then hell breaks loose

it was one of the acrobats apprentices, their new trainee

Raph was about 8 at the time

and always had a short fuse when it came to sharing or being poked fun at

so when we was outside playing and this teen (yes the apprentice was a teen, maybe 15?) came over and started calling him every name under the sun and kicking at the rock formation he was building, Raph just lost it

the final straw was the kid leaning in a sneering "you know they're gonna make you fuck your brothers next, right? That'll be your new act!"

he picked up one of the biggest rocks there

and smashed it across the boy's temple as hard as he could

yelling "fuck you! fuck you! You're a liar!"

it caved in the kid's skull

Raph has never known his own strength

Mob! Mikey

((another warning, poor baby has a horrid backstory because I'm evil))

he was 5

bless him he was 5 years old

he wondered into a tent because he couldn't sleep and the lights were on past curfew

he just wanted to make a friend

they were filming something

it's mostly a blur to him, his brain's way of protecting him from the memory

she was so pretty

and her hands were soft and warm

she stroked his cheeks and smiled at him, no one else ever smiled at him

then there was yelling

and screaming

and a knife

and the camera was still going

and someone was pushing his hands...

the next thing he really remembers he's being held by Splinter, his tears wiped away (he doesn't really remember why he's crying) and there's blood all over him

he hasn't let go of the knife

Mob! Donnie

He kind of knew what he was doing

he knew he wanted to hurt them, hurt them bad

he knew he didn't want them to get back up

but he'd never really been close to human death before

the animals the show runners made them kill for entertainment were different

he was just coming up for 12 years old

some of the other acts at the freak show were constantly tormenting him and his brothers

the last straw for Donnie was them getting Splinter whipped within an inch of his life for standing up for this sons and them giving Leo a bloody nose when he tried to stop the whipping

they had this one security guy, a sadist, he dealt out the punishments

seemed to like getting his hands dirty

he snuck into the guy's trailer after picking the lock one night as he was sleeping

tried him down

whipped him, cut him and then shoved the handle of the whip down his throat and left him there

he didn't realise the guy would choke to death, honestly he didn't think about it

he didn't really care either

Splinter gave him shit for it after the news got round the guy was dead

said Donnie shouldn't be meddling

"you didn't give Leo shit for-"

it didn't matter to Splinter, Donnie fucked up and that was that.

[lightwise]

TBB S3E6 Reactions

Alright, in lieu of an analysis this week, you guys get some extra long reactions from me. Spoilers for Infiltration under the cut!

- Pantora: These onion-top spires are very cool.

- Nice poncho Rex but we can all see those tally marked scratches peeking out from underneath it.

- The Clone X theme hits HARD even when it’s only the first notes of it

- GS-8! Senator Singh! Howzer! Man the Kiners weren’t kidding with the Leo meme

- Okay Senator Singh maybe if you’ve been in hiding you shouldn’t be wearing your native cultural garb in case you stick out 🤓

- Tea?? Riyo?? I wanna have tea with her ☺️ also I want that teapot haha

- Always love the political aftermath of the clone wars and the humanizing of the separatist movement

- Singh has a little helmet recorder like Tech does…interesting

- One clone X boy coming up

- RIP Greer

- Rex is 🔥 catching that grenade…thankfully not literally

- Stripey helmet—that’s Nemec or Fireball, right??

- It really took 3 stuns to get that CX to drop. What has Hemlock been doing to them?? Are they pumped up with something to give them more endurance?

- Fireball mention!! So that’s Nemec with them.

- Wow Teth is gorgeous. I would not have remembered what this outpost means to Rex if it hadn’t come up during the trailer

- A clone base!!! This is SO FREAKING COOL (and has so many implications for the fic I’ve been writing)

- What is with the little knee socks on these bodysuits. They just look so silly

- Although Howzer’s extra pouches are also up there for hilarity points

- Ew they yanked out his tooth

- “You’re still one of us” is he though? Is there anything original left in there?

- Part of me feels like Scorch has been brainwashed too.

- “Why have I been activated” lmaoooo grumpy boi

- Internal homing device?? Greatttt

- How Rex says Tantiss 🥺

- Howzer ready to throw some hands (first of many)

- Rex’s face when he’s worried about Omega 🥺🥺🥺 he just wants to protect her and the Batch

- This is the story of Omega and her toothpick 🤣🤣

- Crosshair shaking his head at her even though he probably gave it to her 🤣 (also dear lord how does he look SO PRETTY here nursing that toothpick with his eyes glowing in the dark. Ugh I can’t with this man

- Gregor mention!

- Man Echo is not wanting to answer Hunter’s questions lol

- Omega is approaching her teen years now, Hunter. Of course she’s going to be copying her emo big (little) brother. He looks both glad that they’re bonding and also worried that they’re the reason Rex needs to talk to them.

- Still think Rex looks naked without his pauldron. I do love the detail that the paint on his shoulder underneath it would be much brighter and less worn than everywhere else, though

- “Good to see you, Rex” 🥹

- Hunter and Crosshair’s little glance.

- “Interesting contacts” what the heck does that mean Echo?? What have you been doing acquiring illegal weapons parts?? I mean they’re not illegal but they’re not exactly the norm either

- Their little salutes 🥹

- Lil stealth bomber jet vibes on this ship. Yes I will admit that looks like the Tech Turn as he touches down

- “You’re gonna have to back down Captain” the boys are so back. Only Hunter gets to mess with his brother and vice versa

- Lol everyone thinking that if you’ve been on Tantiss you automatically have the coordinates of where it’s located. Hemlock’s too smart for that, guys

- Crosshair looking solely at Hunter when he says “I’m not loyal to the Empire any longer” 😭😭😭 like his approval and understanding is the only one that matters

- Poor Omega does not want to talk about what she’s been through 💔

- Kind of surprised they don’t know what M-count means but it also makes sense. Obviously Rex has heard it mentioned from Anakin or Ahsoka but they don’t know the implications

- Okay, Rex, for the rest of this episode—I love you but WHERE are your security measures???? How does CX just waltz right in the front door and you don’t even have an alarm or key code or anything???

- Gregor canonically cooks!! Looking at you DJ 😄

- Crosshair’s description of the CX program is TERRIFYING. He can barely make himself talk about it. He was close to becoming one of them?? How is he walking around with all that knowledge and Hemlock didn’t wipe his mind if it? None of this is good. My poor boy.

- Gosh Rex sounds so tired.

- Crosshair sounds TERRIFIED.

- How does CX run so fast?

- Interesting that they give the woozy perspective of the other CX as Crosshair comes into the room

- Okay let me reiterate for you all—Crosshair is absolutely terrified here. Similar to Tech, this man is almost unflappable. If he’s scared they all should be hightailing it immediately. What the hell has Hemlock done to these clones??

- Does the CX truly recognize Crosshair? And why would Hemlock still use the designation “brother” as part of their programming? All this mind control stuff is making the chips look like child’s play

- Okay but in all seriousness, what if most of the clones being put through the undercover program still have their chips installed and those somehow can be reactivated or enhanced again? Crosshair does not, therefore it’s much harder for Hemlock to persuade him

- That sniper shot was insane. As was that creepy laugh.

- Some of the dialogue in these episodes is feeling unnecessary. Omega pointing out where shots are coming from is a little obvious

- Fireball 😢😢😢 at least you lived up to your name

- And goodbye monastery

- Woooooolffeeee. Armor as amazing as always. What the heck has he been up to to get put on missions like this. We’re one step closer to getting the old man Seelos gang together.

[safety-writes-noms]

Ok, so firstly, I absolutely LOVE the dynamic between Callisto and Oliver. Just, Oliver trusting his big bro so much, and Callisto caring and protecting his little bro is just *mwa*.

Second (the actual question, lol), does Callisto ever figure out that he wasn't gonna hurt Oliver when he nomed him? And if he does, does it come up again? Like - does Oliver get in more trouble, and Callistos just like - "agh gotta save my baby bro!!" Nom.

Just overall, any info about them you're willing to give me I would absolutely die for. I love them and their dynamic so fricking much, and the fact that its platonic, tbh just makes it better. So many people focus on the romance part of vore, that I just get so excited when I see something like this!! So so lovely!!!

YES!! While i do think that the romance part of vore is pretty cool i find that there’s not a whole bunch of platonic stuff out there either.

While cal is dealing with the existential dread of knowing the full extent of his inhumanness, he’s also trying to figure out why there’s an increased number of reported attacks. theyre dismissed as bear attacks, crazy accidents, etc, and he’s getting suspicious as to why they’re all getting written off so quickly.

Also, despite promising oliver that he’ll stay, cal still keeps his distance because his instincts start acting up around oli and he has no idea what to make of them. He’s terrified of himself and what he could possibly do to his family.

Ethel comes up with family counseling, which is basically just one on one Cal and Oliver. It’s horribly awkward and it feels weird for both of them because they used to be super close and now neither know what to say.

it takes a while and they try to mend their relationship although there's setbacks and some misunderstandings that need to be cleared up. Callisto also is reluctantly convinced to delve deeper into his not so human parts of himself if only to find out if he's genuinely a threat to his loved ones.

surprise surprise, he manages to find out that 1. he doesn't really want to murder his little brother or his family (yay!) and 2. now that his brain has finally caught up with the rest of his biological instincts, he's slightly more open to exploring the rest of what he can do. slightly. he's not overly enthusiastic but its a start, at least.

meanwhile Oliver is struggling with nightmares and though he knows that Cal really wasn't trying to kill him (he was informed immediately after Cal figured it out) its kinds hard to get rid of the fear. it's weird for him since he desperately wants his brother to stay and he wants to spend time with him like he used to, he just can't get over it and it's so frustrating. he's struggling and while he is getting better slowly, it's still impacting him. his trust has been shaken though. on bad days he can't take being in enclosed, dark spaces and he hates the warmth of his blankets twisted around him at night.

(I got sidetracked sorry :v)

in the future, Cal will become secure enough with his identity to accept the fact that he gets weird urges every now and then and they're not the murderous sort. Oliver gets frustrated with his slow improvement and just decides to confront his fears head on, hoping that it'll just solve the problem all together and just asks Cal to nom him.

Cal is incredibly hesistant, but agrees nonetheless since Oliver says it'll help him. plus his instincts are going nuts in his head and while he has the will to ignore them, he can't deny how content he'd be with finally satisfying them. it goes okay, but a definite improvement from last time and Oliver manages to overcome some of his more irrational fears. still some setbacks but overall, not the worst. they're still improving :)

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

I know this is a pretty ungodly time to ask, but I am getting hooked on your off the animation table stuff in your blog and I have to ask. What do you make of Hellaverse’s toons? Lucifer in particular could either be Mickey’s pal or biggest nightmare cause he’s been designed to be a sort of affectionate parody of Walt Disney himself.

Hi!!! And its alright I'm glad you're enjoying the off the animation table universe!!! I have so much fun talking about it, so to answer question (sorry got kinda long lol a lot to explain socially with OtAT)

The Hellaverse Toons are a part of the A24 studio, right now Mickey doesn't have too much connection with them because well Disney doesn't have very much adult entertainment they just started getting into it with the buying out of Fox,

(Deadpool literally grabbed him and chucked him into the deepend by skipping by calling him Daddy Disney)

He is also very old fashioned, old money sort thus sticks to the friend groups he has he does have friends of the modern Toons(Mario, Astroboy, Steven Universe,) however a lot of the Modern Toons outside the Disney Studio rub him the wrong way, i.e being too invested in fame or the power that comes from it, or Dramas and slandering one another for the sake of social climbing,

DreamWorks is a BIG example of such Shrek is an ass along with many others. Po and the Guardians are sweethearts though.

Lucifer would honestly probably be an acquaintance. The A24 Folk are very down to earth, they come from Humble backgrounds thus usually live very 'human' existences

The only ones that really cause trouble are Angel Dust and the rest of the Hazbin Mains

Blitzo is a sweetheart along with the I.M.P crew, he's the only one different from how he is on screen, he's still snarky and yes you Stolitz folks they're together off screen, the Helluva Boss folks are basically the Office off screen goofy found family,

Viv: Blitz you cannot shoot Moxie out of a canon

Blitz: *does it anyways*

While Hazbins crew shot to fame and oh boy did they not have time to learn to appreciate what they have.

This is why Mickey keeps people at arm's length because a lot of the newbies get big in their britches, thinking the fame's going to last

He knows it won't, he's just gotten stupidly lucky there are a handful (Simpsons, Fairly Odd Parents, Lego Ninjago) that also have had shows last, but even those toons have tampered down over the years.

Even his Fame in modern day is more so the factor he's the owner and lead animator of Disney than an actor,

Usually, if he's going to be a friend with somebody, it's going to be after they've calmed down, and he can see the true person behind the bravado.

He also has a wife(Minnie/Minerva) and 9 kids he's got to protect alongside the social side he isn't going to bring somebody into his home that he cannot trust,

Especially since he's also royalty unto his own right as Disney is considered a micronation kingdom under the United States of America's government so he's got a lot of security also that he's got to worry about

There is a lot of reasons a lot of people might try to abuse his friendship for power

[sassydefendorflower]

Hi! For the WIP game I'd love to hear something about your European Road Trip AU!

Thank youuuuu! <3

I already answered some about the European Roadtrip AU here and here - but clearly I have to go into more detail... and finish writing this WIP :D

Since this takes place in Modern Day Germany (vaguely pre-pandemic), it was a lot of fun figuring out how to adapt the FMA characters into this very modern, very German world. European world, really.

Some things are pretty on the nose: Roy and Riza are still military and they still recruit Ed - only they don't recruit him into the actual active military as a child, but instead they sponsor him (do you know how fucking expensive good prosthetics are??? and your insurance only covers one prosthetic every three to five years???) in exchange for his commitment to the army once he's finished with secondary school. He's being primed to become a genius weapon developer in service of the German army.

And nobody really wants that.

Which is why Ed, when he finds some shady business deals been happening between the German army and the Chinese Embassy (the place Mei, Lan Fan and Ling are hanging out, since Mei and Ling are the estranged kids of the Chinese ambassador) decided to book it - and takes his brother and the bored embassy kids with him.

They know it's trouble, they know they're kind of majorly fucking up by doing so. But they are teenagers who want to stick it to the man :D

A snippet:

"If you call me the size of a tea towel one more time, I will gnaw through—" "Ed, shut up. I have an idea." Everyone stopped what they were doing - threatening physical violence in Ling's and Ed's case - to look at Al, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. He was smiling. It was never a good sign when he smiled. People usually (correctly) identified Ed as the troublemaker between the two of them, but rarely did they realize that Al was the one who wanted them to think that. "Lan Fan... how far would Old Man Fu go for you?" Herr Fu Xiao Yao, colloquially referred to as Old Man Fu by everyone but his granddaughter and the diplomatic staff employed at the embassy, was the head of security and a bit of a hard ass. But he had two weaknesses: his love for Lan Fan and his loyalty to Ling. "What do you want?" The distrust in Lan Fan's voice wasn't misplaced – Ed was pretty sure Fu would die for her and Ling, no questions asked, a kind of love that was dangerous and exploitable when placed in the wrong hands, not that Al would ever willfully endanger another human being like that. "The Chinese Embassy has quite a few cars. They are officially registered by the state, and since they're the cars of diplomats they are also protected by diplomatic immunity. The police isn't allowed to stop a car with an embassy license plate unless Interpol or... I don't know... maybe the German government tells them that it's okay. If Old Man Fu covers for us..." "No one knows the car is missing and the cops can't stop us because we're driving a car with an official license plate." Ling finished for Al. "Yeah." They looked at each other, contemplating what that would mean. Mei was only thirteen, going on fourteen, the youngest of them all - if anything happened to her, could Ed answer for that? And Al, almost sixteen, no criminal record so to speak off... this could have real consequences. Then again, by now the five of them were in pretty deep, no matter the choices they made now.

I hope you liked it - and it seems as if I have to get to work on this WIP again :D

[thebindingofpillo]

Phone working now!! :D already wrote this out in Notes so I just stuck with this, but sidenote: if you do a fourth part of the ask event (you don’t gotta if you don’t wanna) then may I suggest an ask event about the familiars? I ❤️ tboi familiars.

Hiiiiii technically it was against the rules of the event (the familiars weren’t mentioned in the characters available) BUT I’m still gonna talk about some Lore and uuuuuh it’s not going to be pretty. Sorry. Warning for implied child abuse and neglect and abandonment I guess?

Okay so. I’d be lying if I said I thought about the tboi familiars. My AU doesn’t take place in the Basement, so I guess the closest thing they can be here is baby demons. You can learn more about demons (here), but as far as children go, I haven’t really thought about how demons are born and grow up. I guess it depends on the demon? There’s an insane amount of variety in Hell, and this doesn’t even take into consideration humans-turned-demons.

Sooooo baby demons right? I’m sorry to say there’s no nursery in Hell. Or caretakers. Or anything.

Children are seen as a liability at worst and as an asset at best. Unions between demons are never out of love, and two demons ending up together is usually a matter of convenience, or to secure an alliance. Any children resulting from these types of unions are usually a bargaining tool, new soldiers for Satan’s army, or just discarded completely. Or even eaten. I’m sure that happens too, it’s hell after all. Demons in general are horrible parents, and it’s not uncommon for baby demons to be completely abandoned, even right after birth. If they’re not found in time by Big Horn, they usually die, or worse, they can be brought to Satan.

The only other one who values children is ironically Satan himself, as he sees kids as a way to grow his personal army to eventually take down God. Some demons looking for his favour might offer their children to him, but to say he actually cares about them would be a stretch. Satan basically turns them into soldiers the moment they’re able to stand and fight.

Not every demon gives away their children to Satan tho, since most demons and fallen angels fucking hate the guy. Semjaza himself has been devising a way to take him down and rule hell in his place, but that doesn’t really involve children since he can’t stand them. The usual course of action for a demon mom is to leave her children somewhere after birth and never think about them again. Sorry :(

Big Horn is the only one in Hell who actually cares for children for the sake of children, and when he’s not working as a spy for Heaven, he spends his time combing through Hell to look for discarded babies and give them a home. He has a couple of safe spots where he can leave the kids, but he usually keeps them on his person at all times, to protect them better. Leaving them alone for any amount of time can be extremely dangerous, and since Big Horn is a very big guy, nobody comes close enough to him to bother or notice he’s hiding a secret stash of kids. BUT he’s not the biggest guy around, and if Satan found out he’s been keeping children from him, he’s gonna rip the guy in half himself.

But wait! I hear you cry, What about Lilith? She must love children, right? Why doesn’t she help? Well…….. Lilith does love children! That much is true but, she hates Hell and everything in it, so she got out of there the first chance she got. (You can read her backstory here). Incubus is not one of her children (I don’t even know if she had any while she was under Satan) he’s just a lesser demon who latched onto her and they became friends. (You can read about him here).

Ough man, this got way longer than I thought skdjshgsdfkjh Sorryyyyy I know it was just a simple question but It was another great opportunity to loredump, and I never pass up on those. Have some babies as compensation

[rapturemctro]

Firstly I absolutely love your art and think your style is super cute! 💕 though I had a real quick question, you’ve mentioned that Atlas is a cosmic entity right so do Andre and the rest of the gang know?

Awwwwww, thank you so much that's honestly so sweet!! It makes me super happy that other people enjoy my super self indulgent ship art!! 💖

Yes, Atlas is a Cosmic entity, I kinda touched upon it in this post where I talk about their familial relationship with JR a little bit, but to answer your question the gang knows or well discovers that Atlas is an alien later on. There are definitely a small handful that knows from the get go such as;

Rand and JR since obviously they're the founders of Cognito and would have originally taken care of and raised Atlas after the duo received them from the government. Still fleshing out some of the timeline/bigger details there, but you get the gist. I imagine both of them had some part to play in helping Atlas craft a human disguise and suggested that it would be safer for them to appear human even around Cognito employees, especially since I imagine Aliens are still one of those conspiracies that need to be kept under tight lock and key since Aliens seem to be one of those big controversial conspiracy theories that typically lead to a lot of really weird introspection for people and then we start questioning our own existence.

Myc, since he can read minds and I feel like it would be extremely hard to hide ones secret identity from an intrusive walking mushroom. Though Myc doesn't care enough to reveal their secret or just uses it as potential blackmail, or heck maybe he just enjoys having another nonhuman to hang out with when the humans are gone and doesn't want to blow their cover.

And finally Reagan, this girl not only is super intelligent but grew up around Cognito most of her life so there's no way in hell she wouldn't already know that Atlas isn't human. I imagine she was probably filled in about Atlas's identity the farther she progressed up the company ladder at Cognito, and even if she wasn't knowing Reagan she probably pieced it together herself.

As much as I love the rest of the gang they are pretty dense, and even though Atlas has some quirks that are very odd and still struggles with normal socially acceptable human interactions many of the gang chalk it up to them having been raised by JR and don't think much of it. Plus to be honest a good portion of the gang don't really like Atlas in the beginning cause they just see them as JR's Nepo Brat and don't quite understand what they're doing at Cognito or how they secured a job in the first place.

I like to imagine in the case of Atlas in the actual series there would be hints that somethings a little off with them after they're first introduced that the viewers and maybe the rest of the gang would slowly pick up on, leading them to question if Atlas might not be 100% human. The "series/season" would progress and we'd watch as Atlas kind of secures a spot in the gang, and slowly starts building better relationships with the rest of the cast and forming a budding relationship with Andre. Eventually it would be revealed to the viewers that Atlas is indeed an alien, but the rest of the gang is still kept in the darker.

Eventually there would be a catastrophic disaster that threats Cognito Inc and The Gang, which seems pretty common place for the season finales for this series, Where Atlas would essentially have to jump in and protect the gang putting their secret in jeopardy and finally revealing to the gang that they're not human. Though regardless of this new revelation the rest of the gang obviously accept Atlas regardless of the fact they're not actually human. Myc is on the team so duh they would be fine with Atlas, maybe a little confused on why they were kept in the dark for so long but come to understand it due to the nature of their jobs.

At this point in the "seasons" to follow Atlas's appearance would change a little bit and they'd probably be more comfortable to incorporate their tail and horns into their human disguise when they're solely around Cognito Inc. Also I imagine in the "seasons" following is where more episodes/storylines would be devoted to Atlas and Andre actually becoming an official couple.

Sorry if this ended up being really rambley, but I just have so many ideas/thoughts for Atlas's Inside Job Verse self!

[digitalgate02]

[sighs]

I'll have to be honest with people and with my own feelings.

When I say I can’t really make ▽ work with my stuff and with the original lore, I really mean it.

I know people might get angry at me for saying this, but it’s pretty much sure that you have either to commit to one or another and CANNOT USE BOTH TOGETHER. What I mean? Well…

I know all of the Adv/02’s lore is still unknown to us, and we got a good chunk of those details from interviews with Kakudou and SekiP, but when it comes to the original Digital World lore… Well, it sounds completely… impossible to use it with ▽ as it was presented to us. I mean mostly what Shiha talked about in this post here, about “canon” and “Non-canon” and such.

Well, I want people to not get me wrong – I’m not forcing you to agree with me, I’m just explaining why it’s so hard for me to work with it, to the point I’m still trying to, even by reusing bits of it except… I’m always walking into a thick wall and unable to proceed with my own plans/chain of thoughts.

Well… The thing is: Since the lore is basically violated to the point I have no other option than put extra thought on how to work with this, I’ll have to talk about a SERIOUS digi-ecosystem problem this series brought.

If you didn’t know, an old stream with Kakudou in it (not sure for which material it was, PSP Adv game or another thing, if someone remember of it, please help me here) had a Q&A section where people sent him questions to be answered there, and one of them was regarding… “what happens to the digimon if a human partner dies” or something like that. Well, Kakudou’s answer was following the logic of “digimon are the manifestation of the human soul” which is… basically something implied in post-series material & interviews. His answer? If a human partner dies, their digimon partner dies too.

Just by saying this you might understand… What my point here is.

Yes, I mean… Nishijima Daigo’s death is a big big PROBLEM to the lore.

Unless there’s some special rule involving the Holy Beasts like, “the HB can undo their ties with their human partners”, the fact Daigo is killed off in the pt6 brings a terrible disaster to the ecosystem. The Holy Beasts are also responsible for the protection of the Digital World, just as Homeo (which is not a “God-like” entity at all, even in Adv & the novels, Homeostasis claims to not be a “God of the Digimon”, it’s just a security system or something like) – And when Qinglongmon explained stuff in 02, he mentioned that the Dark Masters had sealed the HB in the past, but then the Chosen Children broke the seal.

Ok, so you might be aware the Holy Beasts were former Chosen digimon, the mysterious “five kids” (yes, the ones using a few from the Adv cast to illustrate them) – we don’t know when they got to face Apocalymon, but they were said to be the previous group from Taichi & co. and I assumed it meant 1995 before because I wasn’t aware of the math count before… The math count is important and this is why those details should’ve been stated beforehand and not through interviews and Q&A stuff… But okay, I don’t blame anyone for not knowing those details… I’m only upset that ▽ staff didn’t go to get details directly from the original Adv/02 staff. Sigh, let’s go straight to the point:

Killing Daigo was the biggest lore violation this series had committed, because it would’ve caused terrible issues to the ecosystem. You KILLED a human whose digimon partner had become a HOLY BEAST!!

But Why am I so desperate trying to find a solution to this? Well, I don’t want to let go of Daigo and Maki – I love them, and I also love my NishiHime OC Yume. She has a big plot that I’m trying to make it work – but as you can see, this is the thick wall I’m facing right now.

Yes, I know I could simply ignore it, but I wanted her to have a parallel with Daichi and show the difference between them. If I keep Daigo dead this would cause a big big crisis because one HB down. So my only choice is to kill Maki off, right? Except I had plans for Maki too… So this is where I’m sitting here and thinking again and again on how to keep the original plan (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

[auxiliarydetective]

For Part 6, whole set for K'Rala's polycule. And yes, I know what I'm signing up for.

Perfect... Let the games begin!

⚠️LONG POST⚠️ as in extremely long. Nine questions with one answer each for all of K'Rala's five partners. I'm serious, if you’re on desktop, please open it in a new tab and don't unroll it on your dash if you're not committed to reading through it because you'll be scrolling for a while.

1. Who is more protective? Who needs to be protected?

Data and K'Rala aren't very protective of each other when it comes to physical danger. They logically know the other can handle themselves and only step in when necessary. But say anything attacking Data's humanity/dignity and you will be verbally bitch-slapped by K'Rala.

With Will and K'Rala, it's once again pretty even, on a basis of trust. But if one of them gets protective, you’re either faced with a giant or an angry Vulcan - pick your poison. A special situation is a phaser fight though - you'll see later why. If phasers are out, Will immediately becomes 100× more protective.

Now, K'Rala is more physically protective than Deanna while Deanna is more emotionally protective. K'Rala knows Deanna is weaker than her and a lot less of a fighter, which is why they feel the need to protect her. Deanna, in turn, knows that K'Rala overestimates their mental and emotional capacities a lot or just straight up ignores them which can lead to Deanna sometimes hovering over them like a helicopter partner, begging them to just please take a freaking break.

Tasha is definitely the more protective one. It's not that she doesn't trust K'Rala to defend themselves, she does, but it's just in her nature to be protective. In turn, K'Rala lets themselves be protected because she knows it makes Tasha more comfortable to know that her partner is safe.

Continuing the trend of the chief of security, Worf is more protective than K'Rala. A part of him feels like he inherited that duty from Tasha, but it also came very naturally. It's very "small. must be protected." but also "I've only had emotional K'Rala for a day but if anything happened to them, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself." He’s so proud of them for what they've gone through and just wants to support them wherever he can, even though he doesn't show it that openly and affectionately. K'Rala knows though.

2. Who is the one who gets hurt and who takes care of the other when they're injured?

Data is built to withstand great stress, so, obviously, he doesn't get hurt (or damaged, I suppose) too often. K'Rala, on the other hand... Yeah. Data is very gentle with them when they're hurt. He'll systematically assess the injury and the state K'Rala is in before determining the optimal treatment options. You best believe he will carry his partner, whether the injury is particularly bad or not.

Did you know Andorians are very vulnerable to phaser fire? As in deadly vulnerable? Oh yeah. Now, K'Rala may only be ¼ Andorian/Aenar, but if you hit them in the right spot, they will fold like a sheet of paper. If that happens, Will is immediately at their side if in any way possible to take care of them. He's extremely tempted to break off the away mission immediately, but K'Rala will remind him of his duties and he'll begrudgingly settle for leaving their side once he knows they're safe, stable and will be treated. Once he's back from the mission though, he heads straight to sick bay.

Deanna, poor Deanna. Either she's hovering around K'Rala because of a physical injury or K'Rala is glued to her side because Deanna got mentally assaulted again. If it's Deanna taking care of K'Rala, she's very gentle, saying calming words to her and sending all the good vibes she can. If K'Rala is helping Deanna, it really depends on the type of mental assault, but lots of times, they'll be fighting a telepathic wrestling match with the intruder.

In Tasha's case, we're dealing with pre-emotions K'Rala who still has a bit more impulse control. This leads to them getting hurt less, so the hurt person here is Tasha. In her line of work, she obviously collects a few injuries over time. Again, this is pre-emotions K'Rala, so they're not exactly affectionate in their words yet, but they absolutely will shower their lover with acts of service. If nobody's looking, they'll even hold her hand.

Let's be honest, Worf gets tossed around so much in TNG, he even beats K'Rala's record. K'Rala's number one priority if that happens is to get him out of the danger zone - they’re half Vulcan, they absolutely can carry him, but it looks a bit funny. After that, they’re talking to him to either stop him from trying to push through his injury or assure him that he isn't a failure, one of the two. Once it's assured that he'll get treatment, they stop by sick bay every once in a while to check on him, but not too much so he doesn't feel babied.

3. Who wears the other's clothes? What does the other think about that?

I have here a visual demonstration of the heights in this polycule and you might notice something

Clothes sharing usually only goes in one direction here. (By the way, I didn’t pick those models, they change according to the height you enter)

Data doesn't really own any clothes aside from his uniform. Sometimes, when K'Rala gets cold (which they do a lot, after all, their home planet is pretty warm), he'll put his own uniform jacket over theirs to keep them warm. He has worn one of K'Rala's wider robes once and he would absolutely do it again. K'Rala thinks he looks very handsome in them.

Will is definitely the kind of guy to have shirts with fun patterns. You can pry that headcanon from my cold dead hands. Let me tell you, K'Rala adores them and will take every opportunity to ask him for one - and who is he to turn them down? After all, they look absolutely adorable in them and they give them gender euphoria, which is always nice.

K'Rala has a set of Vulcan robes that Deanna absolutely loves. She will wear them around her quarters or K'Rala's and just lounge in them. Plus, she swears they somehow strengthen her connection with K'Rala and they make her feel safe and protected. After her whole falling-apart with her mother, K'Rala is very meh on Vulcan culture, but seeing Deanna so happy about those robes heals the wounds a little. In turn, K'Rala sometimes borrows some more loose-fitting things from Deanna, usually things with traditional Betazoid patterns, because that's a part of their heritage they barely get to indulge in. Deanna adores them for it and showers them with fashion tips. The two of them also definitely own a matching set of at least one piece of clothes.

Oh boy, Tasha and K'Rala - they basically have a shared closet. Whenever they're not in uniform, they constantly wear each other’s clothes. If there’s an event coming up that allows civilian clothes, they plan their outfits together for peak gender slay. Also, remember Tasha's outfit from The Naked Now? Yeah, that's actually K'Rala's. They bought it from a Betazoid vendor despite quite possibly never wearing it and it ended up in Tasha's hands for that specific occasion.

Now, Worf is not the type to share clothes. At least not in most conditions. But on the rare condition that he does shove a piece from his closet into K'Rala's hands, he comes up with some sort of excuse. He never regrets it because K'Rala looks very adorable in oversized clothes.

4. Who is constantly teasing the other? How does that person react?

Data doesn't tease and he doesn't react to teasing, only sometimes getting confused. As such, K'Rala only very rarely teases him, but they sometimes make little quips about his behaviour. It's almost always platonic and without any mature thoughts behind it - aside from when K'Rala murmurs about Data being fully functional. Nobody knows how they found out about that one sentence but they'll never let it go.

Will doesn't really tease a lot, he just flirts. If he ever teases, it's in a platonic sense. That doesn't mean he isn't capable of doing it in the bedroom though. K'Rala does tease a bit more often, usually telepathically or through a brush of their hand. Whenever Will catches them doing it and throws them a look, they put on their pokerface - which is a very-well practiced Vulcan pokerface, so no person that isn't in on their telepathic bond has any clue as to what's going on.

Once again, there's little teasing involved with Deanna and K'Rala, so K'Rala ends up being the bigger tease. Telepathically, of course. These two regularly have whole-ass conversations across their link without anyone ever knowing and nobody will ever know the content of their conversations.

Tasha loves to tease and pre-emotions K'Rala doesn't tease at all. Them suppressing their emotions is exactly why Tasha teases them because she loves to see them crack. Might turn into an arm-wrestling match or something else once they get some alone time.

Worf doesn't tease and K'Rala does, so... It's a pretty dangerous game to tease a Klingon and they're one of the few people who can do it without suffering a terrible fate. It might happen that Worf challenges them to a B'aht Qul (essentially Klingon arm wrestling) which gets pretty intense because they're both very strong. Usually nothing more though because their relationship only very rarely swings that way, if ever at all.

5. Who's more physically affectionate?

Data or K'Rala - tough question! Data generally isn't very versed in affection-giving, so I suppose K'Rala, even though they're also not very physically affectionate with him. But if we're going by who has their hands on the other more, it's K'Rala.

Will, probably. I mean, he's obviously very verbally affectionate and less physically, but he's still Will Riker. Then again, K'Rala does get very handsy in private but only in private because he's still their superior officer.

Deanna and K'Rala- I'd say they're equal. If they touch, it's for telepathy purposes lots of times, whether that's the truth or an excuse. Lots of hand holding, hands on each other’s cheeks, forehead touches...

Worf is not physically affectionate generally and K'Rala is not physically affectionate with him specifically. The only time they touch is when they're sparring which might as well be flirting to them. Their relationship is very ??? as a whole, so nobody has a clue what status they're at, including them.

6. Who's the better cook?

Data! Pure android perfection, nobody beats him.

According to canon, Will's cooking is apparently terrible (except to Worf), so K'Rala is automatically the better cook.

I'd say Deanna and K'Rala are equally good at cooking and like to exchange recipes from their various cultures.

I feel like Tasha is pretty meh at cooking or sees it more as a chore, so if any cooking needs to be done, K'Rala does it and they do it well.

Believe me or not, I think Worf could actually be a good cook. There's only one issue: His palate and that of K'Rala don't match. So, either of them probably considers themselves the better cook.

7. Who's the bigger flirt? How do they handle being flirted at? Do they blush easily or get nervous?

Since Data doesn't (intentionally) flirt, K'Rala wins. They don't really flirt with Data often though because that's not the way their relationship functions. If Data ever does flirt at K'Rala, they're in absolute awe. They're caught so off guard that they have to reboot their brain for a second.

I mean... Will Riker? THE Will Riker? The only one who has any chance at beating his flirting game is Lwaxana Troi. When he first starts doing it, K'Rala has no idea how to handle it. Brain.exe has stopped working. They eventually learn to deal with it and even flirt back, but it takes time. No matter how much time has passed though, they always blush. Not as hard anymore, but it's still there. It's one of Will's reasons for flirting with them (if he even needs any at all, let's be honest), he loves the way their cheeks just turn turquoise and how it contrasts with their skin, eyes and hair (their blood is turquoise by the way - Andorian blue and Vulcan green make turquoise).

Most of the flirting between Deanna and K'Rala happens telepathically and Deanna is the more active party. But she isn't as straightforward about it in public as Riker is, so K'Rala usually can avoid blushing through some good old Vulcan control.

Pre-emotions K'Rala doesn't flirt much if at all, but Tasha definitely does. She loves seeing some emotions glow beneath that logical exterior.

Worf doesn't flirt traditionally but he has read poetry to K'Rala at times to "proof-read" and ask their opinion. K'Rala sometimes flirts with him, but it's rare. But there's sparring, arm-wrestling... you know.

8. Who's the better driver?

When it comes to cars, definitely Data because K'Rala has no idea how to drive a car. With spacecrafts, it actually depends! K'Rala is a damn good pilot and so is Data. If you value precision, want to transport something or pilot a larger vessel, Data is your man. If we're talking about being chased, an antique fighter barely being held together, or similar things best described as "antics", K'Rala reigns supreme.

K'Rala is a better pilot than Will, Deanna, Tasha and Worf. There's not much else to say about it. No matter the situation, they will bring you home. None of them know how to drive a car, so no competition there either.

9. Who removes the spiders/bugs?

Data gently relocates them. K'Rala isn't really scared of either but if they're in places where they shouldn't be, they have to be relocated. The only reason they have Data do it is to go "Look! Cool bug!" and listen to Data give his Wikipedia rant about them.

Will might be inclined to kill a bug if he sees one, so K'Rala relocates them to save their lives.

Deanna actually is scared of spiders and bugs, so K'Rala comes in and removes them.

Tasha is also someone to kill bugs, same situation as with Riker. So, K'Rala removes them.

The bug is dead before K'Rala even knows it existed. Worf will exterminate them.