#it’s essentially canon at this point

[marcobodtlives]

I think Bertholdt’s last thoughts were of Marco

[hoofpeet]

silly dogs comp

[prngsie]

i actually like my wolfstar flawed and human and bickering and hurt and sometimes not totally trusting but willing to put in the effort and choose each other anyway despite that lack of trust, you know?

[dangans-ur-ronpas]

the exorcist(?) toko fukawa (and her 'ghost')

descended from a powerful exorcist but her current family is mostly non-magical (but not necessarily normal)

has seen ghosts since childhood and was taken to a temple countless times. ended up learning how to make talismans

has been followed by one particular spirit for a long time. syo claims to be an exorcist and a distant relative of hers but there's no family record of any such person existing? anyways the talismans seem to keep syo from taking over her body for the time being

likes writing romance and fantasy stories...publishes them anonymously on scrolls

[adrift-in-thyme]

Not sure if you keep taking prompts, but if you do:

Boys visiting Malanya? You can make it really angsty if you know what I mean but it's optional.

Thanks for the prompt!! <33 I put all my Malanya headcanons in here lol. I hope you enjoy it!

Fic beneath the cut (also on Ao3)

Cw for animal injury

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Twilight bites out a curse. “Ilia’s gonna kill me.”

His fingers ghost Epona’s leg, following the trail of her wound. The gash is deep and jagged, an angry line of crimson.

“How bad is it?” Wild asks from just behind him. Twilight can feel his eyes upon him — his and those of the other heroes. All watching, all waiting to hear the damage.

Twilight chews his lip. “It’s bad.”

Lizalfos are not beasts to be trifled with, especially those with The Shadow’s blood in their veins. And the one that had sliced Epona’s leg had seen fit to make that fact even more clear.

He had cut it down seconds later, but the deed was already done, the injury carved in a river of red upon his loyal steed.

Epona whinnies mournfully and he looks up at her.

I’m sorry, girl.

“We’re out of fairies.” It’s Warriors now, all business despite the blood trickling down his side, and the way he leans against Time’s arm, just a bit too heavily to raise suspicions.

“Potions too,” Legend chimes in, voice hoarse and lacking its usual sharpness.

They have all come away from this latest battle worse for wear. Alive, yes, but wounded and exhausted. It was a surprise attack and a large one at that. Fighting it back had taken more energy and resources than they had had available.

Twilight closes his eyes for a moment and inhales through his nose. They’re in desperate need of healing. But with Hyrule injured as well, he can’t possibly ask him to tend to any of their little party…not even Epona. The traveler is hardly standing as it is.

“We need a Great Fairy,” Time pipes up. He turns to Wild. “Are there any near here?”

The champion thinks for a moment.

“No Great Fairies. But…there is someone similar.” He points to where a path winds between the mountains. “They’re not far from here. Just down that trail.”

A spark of hope alights within Twilight and he grasps it for dear life. “They’ll heal Epona?”

“And us?” Wind asks.

“I can’t promise they’ll heal us, but Epona?” A small grin tugs at Wild’s lips. “Definitely. They’re the Horse God, after all.”

Legend raises his eyebrows. “The Horse God?”

“Yup. The patron God of Horses. They protect them, heal them, and” —Wild swallows and averts his eyes slightly— “Sometimes they revive them. Anyway, their name’s Malanya.”

“Malanya.” Time says the name slowly, letting it roll over his tongue. “That’s an interesting name.”

There’s something strange in his voice, but Twilight doesn’t have time to unpack all that at the moment.

“Take us to them, cub,” he says, rising. He runs a hand over Epona’s muzzle and grasps her reins. “Epona can make it, right girl?”

She bumps her nose against his head in reply, warm breath blowing through his hair. A small smile sneaks onto his face.

You’re gonna be alright, Epona, he promises both her and himself. We’ll get you fixed up. Just hang on a little longer.

True to Wild’s words, the journey is a short one. But between Epona’s injuries and their own, Twilight feels like it’s drawn out into eternity. Every step is agony, every movement another chance for his steed to crumple or someone to collapse.

The monsters they meet along the way do little to help matters. Wild is quick to draw his bow, however, and he takes them out in no time. Still, it seems a miracle when at last the fountain comes into sight.

The heroes come to a halt right before the large flower bud.

“It looks like a fairy fountain,” Hyrule says, frowning. “But the magic feels different.”

Wild grins. “Oh, it’s much different than a fairy fountain, believe me. Now, you guys wait here. I just need a minute to wake them up.”

Epona lets out a small whinny and Twilight rubs her shoulder.

You did it, girl. You made it.

He watches as Wild walks onto one of the large flower petals and stands, hands on hips, waiting. For a moment everything remains the same. Fairy dust floats, and butterflies flit, and silence reigns in the clearing. Then, there’s a sound of rumbling thunder and suddenly the water in the fountain flies into the air, raining down in shimmery droplets upon the group. And from within its sparkling torrents, something large and colorful erupts.

Twilight cranes his neck, following the being as it rises higher and higher. It towers over the heroes, a strange form with the head of a horse and disembodied hands that wave to and fro. Part of him wants to be afraid, but…

He steps closer, tilting his head. There’s something interesting about this deity, something that almost draws him to them. Yet, he can’t decide what.

“Oh, it’s you again,” Malanya says, lilting tone echoing throughout the space. Their voice brings to mind the feel of riding across the plains of Hyrule, the wind in his hair, and the smell of fresh rain and spring grass in his nostrils. “Why have you come to visit? Please, do not tell me something dire has befallen another of your loyal steeds.”

Wild clears his throat. “Well, no one died this time, if that helps you feel better. But Epona” —he steps aside so the horse is in full view— “she’s hurt.”

“As are we,” Warriors pipes up from behind. “So, if you would be so kind…”

Malanya isn’t listening to him, however. They rise impossibly higher, water droplets raining from their adornments. In the next second, they’re leaning forward, trembling fingers reaching for the champion. The heroes step forward, hands flying to their weapons, bodies tensed and ready.

“You test my patience, boy!” Malanya says, and their voice booms now. “Anyone who mistreats their horses so shall feel my wrath!”

Out of the corner of his eye, Twilight sees Time go abruptly still. He shifts slightly, battle stance relaxing just a bit. And when the deity suddenly bursts out into hearty laughter, a strange expression comes onto his face.

“Come now, sheath your weapons.” A hand waves dismissively, their tone what Twilight thinks is meant to be reassuring. “I only jest.”

“We both know you’re not joking.”

It’s Time’s voice now, clear and strong, yet oddly tentative. But when the deity turns to him in a whirl of color and water, he doesn’t budge.

“What did you say?”

A smirk plays on his lips despite the strained situation.

“I said we both know you’re not joking.”

There’s a beat of silence in which the other heroes look between their unofficial leader and the deity, breath held in anticipation. And then something seems to shift in the air, a tension lifted, and Malanya laughs once more.

“You have heart, my dear hero. But, really, who asked you?”

For a split second, something like a smile enters the deity’s pupil-less eyes. It’s gone as soon as it comes, however. With another dismissive wave of a hand, they turn back to Wild.

“I sense no foul play nor evil intentions in any of you…though” —A quick glance at Time– “some among you are filled with mischief. I will heal your loyal steed, and—just this once—your own wounds.”

Malanya lifts their hands, as though preparing to conduct a concert, then sweeps their delicate fingers down and over the heroes. Twilight finds his eyes slipping closed as a breeze washes over him, born upon the wings of fairy-blessed water. Pain he hadn’t even truly registered enduring disappears like a weight leaving his shoulders. And when he opens his eyes once more he can see similar relief displayed on his brothers’ faces.

Ducking down, Twilight runs a gentle hand over the sides of Epona’s leg. But rather than the edges of a gash, his fingers brush unmarred flesh coated in a healthy layer of auburn hair.

She nickers as he rises, already nosing at his forehead, and he allows himself a smile.

“Your friendship with your horse is a strong one.” Malanya’s voice reaches him and he turns to meet their eyes. “It is a precious thing, to share such a connection with the noblest of animals. Remember that it is a two-way road. Your steed trusts you to keep her safe.”

Twilight nods, somberly. Guilt still tugs at him like a leaden weight. Too many times, he has allowed Epona to suffer. Too many times, he has failed to protect her.

I’m so sorry.

Epona nudges him, gently, and the deity chuckles.

“Your horse wishes you to know that she understands…and that all is forgiven.”

A wavering grin tugs at his lips. Twilight presses his forehead to Epona’s for a moment, then drags his gaze back to the deity.

“Thank you.”

They nod. “Now, go, continue your adventure.” Abruptly, they turn to Wild. “I hope to not see you again for a long while.”

“Rude,” Wild grumbles as he hops down from the petal and comes to stand by Twilight’s side.

Twilight pats him on the shoulder, both a comfort and a thanks. Then, he prepares to follow the other heroes as they file back onto the road.

Time lingers, however, the same odd look on his face. And when Twilight pauses to reach out to him, he realizes it is one of pain.

“You coming, old man?” he asks, gently, placing a hand on his mentor’s arm.

Time doesn’t meet his eyes. Instead, he looks upward to where Malanya still looms over them, gazing down at him almost expectedly.

Strange that they stayed, given how Wild claims the gods and fairies always retreat into their buds as soon as their jobs are complete.

“Before we go, I must know,” he says, and there is something in his voice Twilight seldom hears. A vulnerability reserved for moments of anguish or great joy, of bonding with his brothers or embracing Malon. "Are you…her?”

The smile enters the deity’s eyes once more, though this time there is sorrow in it.

“I was once, though only in spirit. So long as you were not at rest, neither could she be. Hence, she asked the gods for this fate, and they bestowed it upon her.”

Twilight watches Time’s face, trepidation rising fast within him. But the old man’s expression has turned steely and he can decipher nothing past the steadfast walls he has erected.

“She is gone now, however,” Malanya continues, gently. “Her spirit has faded, or perhaps merely been set free. And though parts of her remain with me to this day, I am no longer the Malon you know and love. I am merely myself – Malanya, protector, and patron God of Horses. Nothing more, and certainly nothing less.”

For a long moment, silence hangs heavy. Then, right when Twilight is certain they will all be smothered beneath it, Time steps back and nods.

“Thank you,” he says, tone clipped, professional.

He is no longer Link, now. No, that barrier is back, the one even Twilight struggles to bypass, and he is the Hero of Time once more.

“We greatly appreciate all that you have done. Farewell.”

If he mourns his wife as he turns away, if he ponders the mysteries behind Malanya’s words as he begins to walk, he gives no indication. But Twilight can hear it on the breeze as they start along the path, a whisper, a cry.

“Farewell, my love. Farewell.”

And when a tear trickles down Time’s cheek, he sees it.

Even so, Twilight would never dream of saying a word.

[bottombaron]

Guillermo continuing to call Nandor 'Master', not as a power-dynamic role or out of any sense of servitude, but it evolving into a term of endearment 🥹🥹🥹

[jimin-nothing-stronger]

So, if we know that Aziraphale has Good Omens in his bookshop, and also that Aziraphale collects books of prophecy, is it fair to assume that The Nice and Accurate Novel of Terry and Neil is housed alongside the works of Nostradamus et al. in his collection…?

Because if so, I am obsessed with the meta implications of this. Are Neil and Terry like?? Canonically prophets? If that’s the case, is that limited to Good Omens, or should we be reading American Gods (which, recall, exists in the GO universe!) and Discworld with careful attention to detail? Alternatively — the full title of Good Omens is Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophesies of Agnes Nutter, Witch, so maybe it’s quite literally what Agnes’s book transmuted into when Adam put the world back together? Again, terrific. Literally any explanation here is excellent. Top-tier.

[funkily]

Can we hear about the timeskip au 🥺🥺?

fwhips character development comes because he learns the goblands has a gas leak

[duckapus]

Presenting: Piper Fuji, former leader of Killer Ink (and former Inkling) and currently a field agent for The Grid.

Here's a look at just how bad her Wireframe Scars are (and how bad I am at drawing legs and feet).

And her Agent Gear. The suit is actually made of Nanomachines stored in her cybernetic arm, so she can make it look however she wants, including creating gadgets like a jetpack or grappling hook or magnet boots or weapons, or disguising herself completely... apart from her proportions, of course. It is still her under there. Zed was the one who designed it, and he coded in a duplication feature, so it's self-repairing and never runs out of nanomachines unless Piper somehow manages to push it too hard.

[thecoolestfreakyouknow]

adaptions not giving Rochester a lost hand and massive scar across his face my beloathed

[bambiraptorx]

People need to stop making me hate big mama so much! I'm supposed to love her! She's evil. Shes a giant spider lady. And she's voiced by Lena Headey!

But also...yeah sounds about right...she totally would:(

-🔮🕸

I read somewhere at one point that one of the potential plans for Rise S3 would have been to have Big Mama essentially take over the Hidden City and become that season's main antagonist. And while I don't know if that was actually how that season would have worked out or if it was just something they were considering and might have eventually scrapped, I started thinking about how she would use her influence to control an entire city like that.

Clearly, she already has a ton of power and influence given the Battle Nexus New York shebang (that she was advertising throughout season 2, so it's not like she was hiding it). And while canon doesn't address it exactly, we know from Draxum that potentially exposing the yokai to the humans is considered an extremely serious crime but she just?? does that for personal profit??? And there's no way she didn't think that through, so she either decided the potential profit was worth the criminal charges, figured that she'd be able to get the charges dropped, or knew that the Council of Heads wouldn't even prosecute her.

As I mentioned in this post, I've given her a lot of sway over the yokai education system as one of her avenues of building her power. But education isn't the only pie she's got her finger in: basically every industry in the Hidden City either has her direct influence on it, or people who owe her something in it. So for a lot of the lore I've built around Big Mama, she doesn't need to take over the Hidden City. She already runs it. If she did ever outright seize power from the Council of Heads, it wouldn't be taking control so much as openly acknowledging the power she already has.

//CW Drug Use, Substance Abuse, Addiction, Manipulation//

And as for her letting the Nexus fighters maintain substance abuse issues like I mentioned in that last lore post, it's just one of the many, many things she uses to control people.

Fighting in the Nexus is incredibly stressful, so many people who do it long term end up with serious substance problems (alcohol, drugs, etc) as coping mechanisms. If they want to get clean, she'll help them get clean (and lord it over them every time they try to defy her, that without her, they'd still be an addict). If they want to keep using, she'll help them keep using (and by providing them their drug of choice, legal or illegal, by letting them work for her, she becomes the safest and easiest source).

And if the Council is aware, they turn a blind eye to it: after all, addicts who have a safe, legal source for their substance of choice are much less likely to end up committing crimes, so really, she's just making society better, right? And honestly, that's what a lot of what she does to gain power boils down to: she makes it look like she's trying to make society better. She funds schools, medical research, housing developments, and so much more, but at the end of the day it's about making people feel indebted to her.

As far as the Hidden City is concerned, it couldn't function without her, and that, not the title of leadership or obvious political power, is what really matters to her.

[thosetwofirefighters]

tease tidbit tuesday <3

tagged by @housewifebuck tysm!! :))

continued working on the haunted (buddie's version) fic today! not sure how I feel about this, and booyyy was picking a snippet hard, but I didn't want to give away much of the actual angst so....idk here ya go!

Someone new arrives, says something about picking up a heat signature, but Buck barely registers it. “Won’t be easy,” Eddie’s voice suddenly says from somewhere in front of him, and Buck’s suddenly able to focus, every sound and sight around him perfectly clear. The mud squelches underneath each footstep, confused murmurs of the group buzzing around him, but he doesn’t worry about it. “Eddie?” Bobby questions, eyes searching through the darkness, and abruptly, the people circling them part, and Eddie’s there. Eddie’s there, soaked and shivering, but he’s right there in front of them, and Buck can finally breathe again. “Eddie!” he yells, rushing forwards when he notices his best friend swaying on his feet.

I'm sure everyone's already been tagged but: @the-likesofus @mooshkat @leewithme @loserdiaz @shortsighted-owl @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy

[luobingmeis]

at the joking risk of being called chronically online i think it's funny when people (especially those who also spend a lot of time on the internet) act scandalized when people find academic ways to talk abt pop-culture media/fandom like. 1) fandom is actually a wide phenomenon now so there is understandably a lot to study about masses of people that come together and form a type of "culture" around a certain thing 2) it's always lowkey said with the "oh it's so embarrassing that their professor has to read that" as if these are not topics that have had to be approved somewhere by at least one person and 3) my own experience being in a graduate level rhetoric/composition/theory course is that i am writing a rhetorical analysis of pathos in undertale and my professor helped me start my research

this isnt in response to anything recent i was just thinking abt how a couple months ago there was something on twitter going around like "someone is writing their dissertation on BL that's so embarrassing" and after like thinking abt it for a minute it's like. yeah. there's probably a lot of research you can do on that. a lot to say to generate academic discussion.

[hoperays-song]

Random Johnny and Marcus Headcanons for the Human AU

Marcus and Johnny would cook together a lot when Johnny was young, mainly with Johnny sitting on the counter holding the recipe book for his dad to read.

Marcus’s nicknames for Johnny are John-song and John-bird, which come from his wife’s nickname for their son, songbird.

When Johnny gets night terrors, he will go sit with his dad til he’s calmed down enough to go back to sleep. He typically ends up falling asleep where-ever that turned out to be and Marcus still carries him to bed.

Marcus still carries an inhaler in case Johnny has a really bad panic attack again, even though the last one that severe was years ago. He also brings noise cancelling headphones everywhere in case Johnny gets sensory overload.

Johnny inherited his dad’s tendency to get awkward in suddenly emotional or intense situations. 

They both are very dramatic in the reactions to things.

Marcus called Johnny duck as a nickname when he was really little and now he does it in really intense situations to calm him down.

Marcus does still remember a bit of piano from his wife and will help Johnny out when he’s struggling.

Johnny helped his dad and uncles set up social media soon after they got out of jail. The first person Marcus followed was Johnny and he immediately went through and liked all his posts.

Marcus has a ton of books on parenting and raising/being supportive of your kids that he reads constantly.

Johnny tells his dad pretty much everything, including set gossip.

Marcus is in a groupchat with the other parents in the New Moon Theatre Troupe.

Marcus and Johnny both are fluent in Hindi and use it as a way to just talk to each other one on one in public without other people listening in.

Marcus is constantly hugging his son and tells him that he loves hims and is proud of him every chance he gets after the disaster that happened in Sing 1.

They started family therapy together after the whole disowning issue and are doing so much better that it’s surprised even their therapist.

Marcus has an alert set on his phone for every time Johnny is mentioned in a web article and he reads every single one. He even hangs his favourites around the garage and will show off videos of Johnny to customers. 

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

So I just jokingly said to a friend that there’s a habit in the Kill Lunar AU where ‘baby’s first trauma’ (aka something horrific happening to them) turns their AI into an adult AI and, now that I’m thinking about it, that could be far too accurate. Because it’s happened with both Lunar and Star in the AU.

Downside: This means Nebula’s first huge trauma was being nearly killed by the maintenance team in his world and Ganymede’s was Sun being so nice to him after everyone treated him like a monster.

This would mean their AIs were developing AIs until that point. Nebula would have been a kid living in fear of being killed and hiding in their home (the daycare) to stay safe. And Ganymede was struggling with his coding and loneliness as essentially a kid who didn’t fully understand what was happening.

[fellhellion]

this petermiguel fic is truly going to be for an audience of me, myself and I ahdhdjfjf like uh oh girls, the 30+ year old men are talking around a conversation about how you sometimes have to live with the fact you made choices which alienated a person you loved