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[sylvianasart]

I've been fiddling with some basic custom bases and base inserts for GW bases.

I've been attaching magnets to my bases, but some of my first batch unglued, which was pretty useless. I also really dislike using a bunch of greenstuff just to hold them in place.

SO! I've come up with a couple of 2 part bases in a number of sizes, with included inserts to enclose magnets. As well as some inserts that fit around the 40mm GW base's hole guides.

Anyway, there's a link to them below the cut if you'd like to print for yourself.

These are standard GW 25mm and 40mm (so 38mm really), and the inner part is designed to hold a number of 5x1mm magnets.

Additionally, when printed with the top face down, it makes for a nice smooth finish, perfect for my eldar marble basing, if not great for gluing. On that note, use of plastic glue on these would depend on the material you print with, so that's something to think about too.

You can see the finish after priming on the black test one I made.

Pls share, I assume as I have a link in this, it will be suppressed to some degree?

Feel free to let me know if you'd like some other base sizes, I can set them up easy enough. Though I assume warping will be an issue with some of the larger bases, so best to stick with 25 to 65mm I suppose.

Oh right! Print settings. I was using a makerspace's printers, I think fairly default nozzle and settings for an ultimaker s3? But layer height I use is 0.15mm, and that print in the second picture took about 3 hours, for 3x40mm and 5x25mm pairs. This gave me a nice enough finish on the sides, without it taking far too long.

[masquerain-with-a-mask]

i should introduce y'all to my off o.cs someday

i created them back when i was 15 and they're surprisingly good o.cs ?

[scarlettgauthor]

I first posted this in a thread over on BlueSky, but I decided to port (a slightly edited version of) it over here, too.

Entirely aside from the absurd and deeply incorrect idea [NaNoWriMo has posited] that machine-generated text and images are somehow "leveling the playing field" for marginalized groups, I think we need to interrogate the base assumption that acknowledging how people have different abilities is ableist/discriminatory. Everyone SHOULD have access to an equal playing field when it comes to housing, healthcare, the ability to exist in public spaces, participating in general public life, employment, etc.

That doesn't mean every person gets to achieve every dream no matter what.

I am 39 years old and I have scoliosis and genetically tight hamstrings, both of which deeply impact my mobility. I will never be a professional contortionist. If I found a robot made out of tentacles and made it do contortion and then demanded everyone call me a contortionist, I would be rightly laughed out of any contortion community. Also, to make it equivalent, the tentacle robot would be provided for "free" by a huge corporation based on stolen unpaid routines from actual contortionists, and using it would boil drinking water in the Southwest into nothingness every time I asked it to do anything, and the whole point would be to avoid paying actual contortionists.

If you cannot - fully CAN NOT - do something, even with accommodations, that does not make you worth less as a person, and it doesn't mean the accommodations shouldn't exist, but it does mean that maybe that thing is not for you.

But who CAN NOT do things are not who uses "AI." It's people who WILL NOT do things.

"AI art means disabled people can be artists who wouldn't be able to otherwise!" There are armless artists drawing with their feet. There are paralyzed artists drawing with their mouths, or with special tracking software that translates their eye movements into lines. There are deeply dyslexic authors writing via text-to-speech. There are deaf musicians. If you actually want to do a thing and care about doing the thing, you can almost always find a way to do the thing.

Telling a machine to do it for you isn't equalizing access for the marginalized. It's cheating. It's anti-labor. It makes it easier for corporations not to pay creative workers, AND THAT'S IS WHY THEY'RE PUSHING IT EVERYWHERE.

I can't wait for the bubble to burst on machine-generated everything, just like it did for NFTs. When it does some people are going to discover they didn't actually learn anything or develop any transferable skills or make anything they can be proud of.

I hope a few of those people pick up a pencil.

It's never too late to start creating. It's never too late to actually learn something. It's never too late to realize that the work is the point.

[good-morning-czernobog]

incredibly funny to me that magnapinna squids are named for their fins and not the fucking elder god grabby arms they got.

i mean i know WHY, but its still funny

[ckret2]

Chapter 66 of that fic about human Bill but he's not in this chapter so forget about him: Ford and Dipper go cryptid hunting!

This is pretty much a standalone chapter so if somehow you stumbled on this without seeing the rest of the fic, u can just, read it by itself as a standalone Dipper and Ford adventure. It's funny. Promise.

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The camera turned on to reveal Dipper, illuminated sunset orange and cast in heavy shadows, holding the camera out at arm's length. "Welcome back to Dipper's Guide to the Unexplained, anomaly #175: the Fremont Nightwigglers!" He held up a paper title card in his free hand. "I'm Dipper Pines, and today I'm honored to introduce our special guest star—" he turned the camera around to focus on Ford from behind, "—the one and only Dr. Stanford Pines, PhD times twelve—"

Ford laughed self-consciously. "Dipper, nobody's going to recognize my name outside of a few highly specialized academic fields—"

"—the scientist who developed the Theory of Weirdness—"

"That paper isn't even ready for peer review yet, and I can't take all the credit—"

"—and the coolest dimension-hopping monster-fighting mystery-investigating great uncle in the world!"

Ford paused thoughtfully. "Okay, I'll take that one."

"Tonight, we're on the trail of the Fremont Nightwigglers." The recording cut to CCTV footage from a much higher-budget cryptid-hunting show (which Dipper had recorded by aiming the camera at the TV). The footage showed two marshmallow-like creatures that seemed to consist solely of heads, long legs, and feet—smooth, ghostly white, and featureless except for black eyes. They wore denim jeans that covered their bodies from ankles to waists, and their legs seemed to bend jointlessly, like an octopus's arms or an elephant's trunk. "These weird armless creatures have been seen up and down the west coast states, leaving behind a wave of jeans thefts at clothing stores; but by the time local law enforcement has ruled out any human suspects, the true culprits are always long gone."

The recording cut back to Dipper, who'd taken the lead so he could turn around the camera and aim it at both himself and Ford. "Based on investigative research done by Dr. Pines in the 80s, we believe the Nightwigglers have a migratory route several years long that passes through California, Oregon, Washington, and Canada. More research is needed to find out if they travel as far as Alaska or Mexico. Locals believe each Nightwiggler creates an individual burrow around a communal gathering spot to hide in during the day, and at night they assemble in the communal spot to travel or forage in nearby towns."

Ford threw in, "Based on what the townspeople told me about their habits, they've been in Gravity Falls much longer than usual. It typically takes them a week or two to pass through the area, but this year there have been sightings for more than a month. Perhaps we'll find out why."

"And thanks to a hot tip from an in-the-know local"—the recording cut to a few seconds of footage of Wendy proving she could do a handstand on the split-rail fence around the Mystery Shack—"we know which assembly spot they're currently camping around! Tonight, we're trying to get the first deliberate footage of a Nightwiggler..." Dipper lowered the camera and turned toward Ford, "Hey, what'll we call a group of them? A flock? Herd? Meeting? If we're the first investigators to officially document the species, we get to come up with the name , right?"

Ford considered the question. "What about a wobble of Nightwigglers? Since their legs are so... wobbly."

"Sure, that works."

"Is this really your 175th episode?" Ford asked. "I've missed quite a few."

"Ye—well..." Dipper lowered the camera. It recorded his shoes as he walked. "So far I've got a list of 175 anomalies I want to do an episode on, but I've only recorded and posted thirty-something. I think you've seen them all except the two I've done this summer." He sighed. "I'm... kinda disappointed by it, honestly."

"Why? You should be proud of your work so far! You're the only person in the world who's caught footage of the Hide Behind."

"By accident."

"Because you learned how to identify its call, chased it through half the forest, and were prepared with the right equipment to record it. That wasn't luck, Dipper—that was your hard work."

"I guess," Dipper said grudgingly. "I just... wanted to have a lot more produced by now."

"Wh—You started these last June? That's about one every two weeks. That's a very impressive output."

"I made most of them last summer, I hardly did any over the last school year or this summer."

"You've been focusing on your studies, that's good."

"Yeah, but what about this summer? All I've done so far is borrow some of Robbie's music video footage to make an episode about zombies and record some footage I haven't edited yet about Pacifica's alpaca thief. I didn't even get any footage of the haunted doll crane game before it disappeared. Most of the time I've been just... hiding in Soos's room playing Bloodcraft: Overdeath"—(under his breath Ford muttered "Blood-craft over death?")—"or hanging out with Wendy and her friends, or helping Soos with the Mystery Shack, or just trying to avoid..." He trailed off, suddenly conscious of the camera still aimed at the ground. It had started recording footprints drying in the mud after the recent rain: soft indents like the pads of paws, but with no distinct toes, about the size and length of human feet. Dipper lifted the camera to better record the trail they were walking down.

"Well... there's nothing wrong with taking a break during the summer," Ford said. "Especially considering that your last summer was... quite a bit more exciting than most kids'—"

"That's just it!" Dipper said. "Last summer I did so much! I investigated your disappearance, I filled half of your third journal, I helped stop the apocalypse, I wrote a book with Mabel about solving mysteries and doing fun stuff, I recorded like twenty Guides to the Unknown... Compared to that, this summer I feel like I'm—falling behind."

"Falling behind what?"

"I don't know. But—I just—I... feel like..." He trailed off with a frustrated sigh. "I don't know."

Ford offered, "Maybe, like you're not living up to your own potential?"

"Yes! That's it," Dipper said. "I'm not trying to grow up too fast, I'm just worried I'll grow up before I've done all the stuff I'm supposed to do now. Like I'm already running out of time."

"Hmm..." Ford let out a long, thoughtful sigh. "Dipper, I'm probably the wrong person to be giving this advice, considering that I'm not exactly... the paragon of moderation when it comes to pursuing professional ambitions. But—remember that you're only thirteen. Right now, you don't need to be worried about graduating valedictorian and starting up an anomaly-hunting show and doing groundbreaking research into previously-unknown strange and wondrous creatures," Ford said. "You just need to focus on graduating valedictorian first. That's all I did with my high school years, and after that I still managed to rack up multiple PhDs before age 30. You've got plenty of time!" He said this with the confidence of a man who didn't realize having his life derailed by a manipulative alien villain was the only reason he didn't burn out hard by 1984. "Outside of that, just... worry about being a kid."

"Yeah. I guess you're right. Thanks, Grunkle Ford," Dipper said. "I keep worrying, though. I keep thinking, what if I'm wasting all my time on stuff that... just... doesn't matter? What if nothing I'm doing is actually important?"

Ford was silent a moment. "That's... a very existential question for your age. How long have you been worrying—"

Dipper hissed, "Grunkle Ford!" He jerked his camera up. "Is that fire?!" There was a faint orange glow in the distance between the trees.

"I think it is!"

Dipper whispered, "That's where I found the Nightwigglers' abanadoned campsite last time!"

"Did you see any signs that they knew how to start fires? Remains of a campfire?"

"I didn't notice anything."

"It could be a Scampfire..."

As quietly as they could, Dipper and Ford edged through the trees, Dipper all the while pointing the camera toward the light, until they found a narrow gap between two trees from which they could peer into the clearing.

There were three or four dozen Nightwigglers milling about in little clusters. Several had lit torches—sturdy sticks with the ends wrapped in fabric—which they carried by sticking the ends of the torches into their jeans' pockets.

"Dipper, look at the tops of their torches," Ford hissed. "Is that shredded denim?"

The camera zoomed in on the nearest torchbearing Nightwiggler. "I think so."

"We already knew they wore clothing—but they can make tools, too? How advanced are they..."

Ford trailed off as the clustered Nightwigglers separated, spreading out evenly into several rings. As the camera recorded, they began emitting a synchronized muffled humming; and then they began dancing, kicking their legs and turning in circles together. "Whoa," Dipper whispered. "Is this some kind of ritual?"

"What's its purpose?" Ford whispered back. "Recreation? Religion? Some sort of cultural event—?"

"Hold on. I think I recognize the song."

Ford and Dipper fell silent, watching in silence as the dance repeated a couple of times.

The Nightwigglers were doing the Hokey Pokey.

"Fascinating." The camera lurched sideways, and then turned toward Ford. Ford had stolen Dipper's journal from out of his vest pocket and was hastily taking notes on a blank page. "I had no idea Nightwiggler culture was so influenced by human culture. An hour ago, we didn't even know Nightwigglers have a culture. When could they have observed and learned the Hokey Pokey? It's not exactly a nighttime dance—do they spy on humans during the day?"

Dipper said, "What if we learned the dance from Nightwigglers?"

Ford stopped writing, looked up, and stared at Dipper, mind blown.

Dipper jerked the camera back toward the Nightwigglers as they filed out of the clearing. "Hey! Where are they going now?"

Dipper and Ford waited until the last Nightwiggler had left; and then they quietly followed.

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After several minutes of silence except for the sound of footsteps, Ford said, "Are we headed toward Mabel's Fault?"

Dipper groaned. "I got enough of this place last week."

"Agreed." 

"Hey, you know Bill said we should rename it 'Bill's Fault'?"

Ford huffed. "Did he really? I don't believe it."

"Yeah. He tried to play it off like, 'oOOoh, I just want creEDit—'"

"That sounds like him—"

They came to a stop as the camera spied the Nightwigglers standing in the clearing around the fault, then they quickly moved off the path into the brush and crept closer. "What are they doing?" Dipper asked as they inched up to the tree line.

"I don't know—they're packed too tightly together for me to see."

"I've got an idea. Hold this." The camera bounced as Dipper passed it to Ford, who watched as Dipper climbed up one of the pine trees around the clearing. 

"Careful! There aren't a lot of low branches that can hold your weight."

"It's okay, Wendy showed me how to do this." Dipper held out his hand for the camera.

Ford passed it up to him. "What do you see?"

The camera foused on Mabel's Fault. "The Nightwigglers closest to the fault are taking off their jeans, ripping them into two separate legs, and... tossing them in the fault? Have you ever heard of this?"

"Never."

"Like a dozen have done it so far."

"Perhaps that's why they have to steal so many pairs of pants? But why..."

Dipper gasped. Tiny Nightwigglers had begun squirming out of the fault, each wearing a single denim pant leg, crawling around like inchworms with half the pant leg trailing behind them. The bigger Nightwigglers picked up the little ones with their feet and swaddled them in the excess fabric. "They're—I think they're baby Nightwigglers! Coming out of the fault!"

"Amazing! Is this how they reproduce?" Ford asked. "Is that why they travel the west coast—are they following the San Andreas Fault and the volcanoes in the Pacific Northwest?"

"Maybe that's why they've been in town so long," Dipper said. "Mabel's Fault wasn't here the last time they passed through."

"We'll have to find out what other towns they stay in the longest. How far is Fremont from the fault line—?"

"Hey," Dipper said, "A bunch more Nightwigglers took their jeans off. They're tying them in a circle." One of the torchbearer Nightwigglers knelt down and bowed forward, setting the jeans ring on fire; and it was tossed into the fault. The Nightwigglers that weren't carrying infants formed a circle and began Hokey Pokeying toward the fault.

"That definitely looks like a ritual," Ford said, "but why? To celebrate the births...?"

The ground rumbled. Dipper gasped and slipped several feet down the tree before he caught himself. When he refocused the camera, Mabel's Fault was several feet wider, and a fiery glow was rising up from within.

An enormous Nightwiggler, fifteen feet tall, climbed out of the fault. It wore a crown of flaming denim and tattered pants formed by stitching together many pairs of decades-old jeans. The Nightwigglers bowed down.

"Good lord," Ford breathed. "What is that? Did they summon it, or—or was it always down there?"

The giant Nightwiggler watched regally as its subjects danced around it. As they spun around and completed another repetition of the Hokey Pokey—that's what it's all a-BOUT—the giant punctuated the end of the dance with a ground-shaking stomp.

Dipper lost his grip on the tree. He and the camera crashed to the ground with a yelp. 

"Dipper! Are you alright?!"

"Ow... fine, probably just bruised."

The camera caught Ford kneeling to help Dipper sit up, and then Dipper grabbed the camera again as he stood. He pointed it back at the clearing.

Every single Nightwiggler, babies and giant included, was staring at them with wide black eyes.

Ford said, "Uh oh."

The giant let out a bellow like a muffled hunting horn.

The Nightwigglers charged.

Dipper and Ford ran away through the brush, screaming.

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Dipper pointed the camera at his face. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat and his cheeks and arms were covered in small branch scrapes. "Still works," he reported to Ford.

"Great," Ford said. "That thing's hardy."

The camera jerked as Dipper tried to set it on a tree stump.

"Well, we got away with our lives," he said. "But... not without some losses."

He got the camera settled and backed up. He was wearing his vest zipped up around his hips like a skirt. Ford's trench coat was conspicuously buttoned up, and his legs were bare between his coat and boots. They both looked sheepish.

Ford said, "We've acquired some invaluable anthropological data, though."

"I'm calling this investigation a triumph," Dipper said.

Ford offered a hand. "High six!"

In the background, a skinny-legged Nightwiggler wearing Dipper's shorts darted through the trees.

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(It's about time Dipper get a little personal attention. Hope you enjoyed and I look forward to hearing y'all's thoughts!)

[weirdsht]

LOL HI I HAVE A THOUGHT AGAINNN HEHEHE

Cale and the gang with someone who's a mermaid? They're scared shitless because of the insanity their fellow merfolk are expressing towards creatures that haven't done them anything too big. They can be transmigrated or just simply too self aware of what kind of people they are going to face if they keep meddling with other creatures' affairs with no reasonable explanation.

I love mermaids lol 😞

It can be platonic or romantic. I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE 🔥🔥🔥

Out of Their Minds - LoTCF & Mermaid! Reader

notes: thank you for enjoying my fics! I wrote something more lighthearted this time because I'm realised I kept writing angst. Low-key wanna do a pt.2 of this ngl. Also I know betta fishes live in shallow water but they are the most magnificent fish I have laid my eyes on so I wanted to use them

tags: mermaid reader, male reader (it wasn't planned, i was addressing to reader as a man before I could realise it lol), set after cale heals paseton, paseton/reader if you squint, i made a bunch of bullshit information about mermaids since there isn't much known about them anyways

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are open and welcome

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Navigation Masterlist Out of My Mind (pt. 2)

Sigh 

“This is what you get for working with shady people…”

You stare at the three mermaid corpses on top of a big rock. It was the middle of the night making the sight more eery. It makes you nauseous. Especially as you notice how one of them is armless.

However, you didn’t pity them.

“Serves you right to be honest.”

You whispered in the corpse’s ear as you sat on top of the boulder. Your mermaid tail swaying against a part of the rock that has no mermaid on it.

“How did you lose your arm though? Did you anger the Whale Tribe so much that they took your arm as a souvenir?”

Looking at the sea you wondered who killed them.

“Maybe it was that ruffian called Archie? But I heard rumours from the fishes that the Whale King will beat him to a pulp if he goes too far.”

Humming in disbelief, you continued talking to the corpse as though they were still alive.

“Hmm, but you guys crossed the line first so I guess doing this much to your bodies is nothing.”

You started thinking about what happened to the mermaid tribe as of late. Some shady organizations came and made a deal with them. You didn’t know much but you heard the organization called Arm was asking for a sea route.

“Wait, it’s kind of ironic, isn’t it? You’re working for something called Arm and you lost your arm when you died.” 

With your index finger pointing out, you tried to poke the cheek of the armless mermaid. But alas you couldn’t do it. Too disgusted at their mummified looks.

“Eww, you all look so gross. Why am I even sitting on top of you all? I’m gonna go back now before that weirdo magic spearman who keeps calling himself my hyung looks for me.”

Grimacing at the thought of the guy who insisted you’re his family now, you tried to get off the boulder you were sitting on. You may be an orphan, but you aren’t desperate to acquire new family members.

Shaaaa

As you try to climb down, you hear a soft splashing sound from behind. It sounds like water being manifested out of thin air.

Wait… Water out of thin air?

That could only mean the Whale Tribe. Not just ordinary ones, but one of the Shickler’s children.

Panicking, you tried to turn around while climbing down. Which only resulted in you falling off the boulder and landing hard on your butt.

“Wait wait wait! Is that a sword? Oh my god, it’s Paseton. Wait no should I call you his highness Paseton?”

Teary eyes and mouth spouting a bunch of nonsense because of panic made the half-blood whale stop in his tracks. Usually, when he encounters a mermaid they would spare no time attacking him.

“Are you about to discard those bodies in the water?”

“What? No way! If I did that those weird people would find me sooner.”

“Weird… People?”

Paseton lowered his sword and you relaxed a little. You wiped your tears with the back of your hand before addressing the whale’s confusion.

“Yeah! You should know about it already. I heard the turtles talking about how the mermaids are haunting you because you found out they were working with humans! Oh, but you don’t seem hurt, good for you!”

You gave him a thumbs-up as if you weren’t on the verge of crying because you fell earlier.

The half-blood whale finds you weird. It looks like you have no intentions of hurting him. In fact, it looks like you’re supporting him?

“...You’re that rumoured eccentric mermaid. Son of the previous mermaid leader.”

“No need to make it sound good. I know the rumours actually call me crazy and not eccentric. But yes that’s me, the crazy orphan whose parents got assassinated by mermaids. They're the real lunatics if you ask me.”

Paseton hesitantly shook the hand you offered.

“But why are you here? I heard you’ve gone missing and the mermaid tribe are worried sick looking everywhere for you?”

“You’re one to talk, I heard your sister is going crazy looking for you too.”

Letting go of his hand, you began to explain what happened.

“You already know about it but the merpeople are getting help from above ground. That was also why they assassinated my mother, the previous mermaid leader. She wanted to straighten out the relationship between our tribe and yours. She also initially refused the offer that the humans made. Look where that got her.“

Because of that you became wanted by the merpeople too. They framed it as looking for the lost heir but what they really want is to capture you to exploit your abilities.

As thanks for not killing you, you explained your special abilities to Paseton. Your poison is three times stronger than normal mermaids. You also possess the ability to heal any poison that comes from water and it’s creatures in it. Another special ability of yours is transforming into a fish. A secret ability that only the direct blood of the true mermaid leader can possess.

“My poison is strong enough to do this.”

Stretching your arms, you demonstrated your poison to Paseton by letting it out on the mermaid beside you. This rendered the already armless mermaid tailless.

“The sight is disgusting each time. Not pretty at all.”

You gag as you watch the mermaid’s tail turn into green goo before it sizzles, leaving no trace behind.

“So what do you think? I was planning on leaving these bodies but I can get rid of them for you. In exchange, you’ll let me be on my merry way.” 

Paseton nodded and you took that as a cue to start disintegrating the corpses with your poison.

“Where do plan to go now?”

“Honestly? I don’t know. The mermaids have gone crazy, I’m too scared to even look at them. Both the whales and the whale tribe won’t leave me alone if they see me because they’ll think I’m one of those lunatics. Maybe I’ll forever transform into a fish and create a fantasy nation and call it Lemuria or something.”

You said it in a joking manner but Paseton can see the fear in your eyes as you talk about the merpeople. At that moment the whale tribe prince pitied you. You have essentially become an outsider with nowhere to run to.

He was about to make an offer when a water whip struck beside you.

“See? That’s what I’m talking about, now a water whip is out to kill me. Wait waterwhip? Witira?!” 

You desperately looked at the man in front of you.

“Hey, I helped you get rid of the bodies right? You said you’ll let me go right? So please explain to your sister I didn’t do anything.”

“What are you doing to my brother?!”

Witira’s angry voice from behind made you look at his brother more desperately. Paseton nodded as he walked towards his sister.

“Noona stop, he doesn’t mean any harm. We were just having a chat.”

“With a mermaid?”

Paseton begins explaining what happened to Witira. From how he gets help from a noble to you helping him get rid of the mermaids. He also explained how you’re on the run from the mermaids and the people working with them.

As Paeston speaks you tried to use their distracted state as an opportunity to go back to the sea.

Keyword being “try”.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You feel the humpback whale half-blood scoop your fish form from the shore. 

“A betta fish huh? You’re quite pretty.”

Good thing you’re a fish so the siblings wouldn’t be able to see you blush. Your fins did shine a little brighter though. Light blue with a red and white undertone that makes you look purple glistened under the moonlight. 

But there’s no way they’ll know that’s how you show being flustered in fish form so it’s good.

“What do you want with me? I already did my end of the deal~”

You whined and flopped around Paseton’s hands, throwing a tantrum. The man only chuckled while his sister watched in amusement.

“Yes, yes. But I want to make another deal.”

That made you stop flailing around.

“Turn back first. The water in my hands is running out, you already splashed most of it out.”

Obeying, you transformed back into your mermaid form. You expected Paseton to put you down then. However, he didn’t and decided to carry your bridal style instead.

He may be the weakest of the whale tribe but his still stronger than most humans.

“So what do you want?”

You crossed your arms, pouting because you lost your chance to make a getaway.

“Well, I was thinking of taking you back with us. You have nowhere to go right? You can just live with us.”

Both you and Witira looked at him quizzically. 

“What’s in it for you?”

“We’ll use your abilities when fighting the mermaids. You also have an information network that consists of sea creatures right? We’ll use that too.”

“Those are my friends, not a measly information network thank you very much. Also, didn’t you hear what I said earlier? I’m scared of mermaids now. I can’t even look at them.”

“Who says you have to look at them?”

You questioned what Paseton was saying. Meanwhile, Witira observes his brother. She agrees with his plan. After hearing what happened to you and your abilities, she knows you’ll be a useful card.

However, she knows her brother. And she knows that the way he's looking at you means more than what his entailing. He also seems confident that he’ll get you to go home with them before the sun rises.

Hmm, maybe that’s her fault for spoiling him too much…

“You don’t have to face them yourself. You don’t even have to leave the Whale Tribe village if you want. You’ll just have to use your abilities from far away and help us defeat the mermaid tribe.”

“...”

You mulled about it for a few seconds. It’s not like you have anything else to lose as you already lost everything. It is also true that you have nowhere to go. Your sea creature friends can only hide you for so long before you have to run away again. It also doesn’t seem like the humpback whale is lying.

Plus Paseton is pretty cute.

Wait what?

“So I don’t have to face them?”

“No.”

“Will I have my own house?”

“Hmm, not yet but I have a house that’s separate from our family residence. You can live there with me”

“Not bad… You promise I won’t meet them right? Including those crazy people that keep calling themself my new family.”

“I promise.”

“Can you buy me a large fish tank that’s installed in my house?”

“Making demands already? I’ll have a custom-made fish tank and pool, just for you.”

“Okay, deal!”

You raised your arms in celebration, already thinking just how beneficial this whole ordeal was for you. You’ll just have to provide them with your assistance that’s being used for the greater good and you’ll be spoiled as a compensation? Sweet.

Witira only shook her head at your conversation. She could already tell she had a lot to explain to her father once the three of you go home.

Oh well, as long as her brother is happy.

[anomanlyarchives]

The Contract

A man was angrily stomping his heavy feet alongside the swimming pool, his undersized flip-flops regularly making a funny noise which somehow mitigated his intimidating appearance. He was, to say the least, huge. His body was swelling with muscles - strong, veiny arms, sculpted legs, and a couple of solid pecs protruding over a bulging musclegut. His face was not overly mature, but his big, although tidy, beard did make him look some sort of modern-day, fierce viking. However, just like his flip-flops, the tight briefs he was wearing did not seem to fit his frame entirely, largely exposing and highlighting his muscles.

As you may imagine, such a muscle beast did not go unnoticed. Everyone who was chilling by the pool couldn't help but stare at him, either attracted by him, jealous of him or simply despising his evident thirst for attention. What they didn't know, however, was that he was all but happy for all the stares he was receiving. Despite his striking appearance, he was trying so hard to ignore every single person who was looking at him, progressively walking faster.

The muscle beast finally stopped, menacingly towering over a group of young men around their early twenties. His eyes were locked on who seemed to be the boss of the little group, who had followed the big man's movements with a grin depicted on his face the entire time.

"What's with that look, sir? Something's wrong?", the young one asked. His group was giggling and whispering, not trying too hard to hide their comments about how ridiculous the man looked in his undersized swimming gear.

"We need to talk."

More giggling and whispering. The young boss defiantly looked at him for a few seconds before getting up with a sigh. "I'll be right back", he announced.

The man and the lad headed towards a quiet place, not so far from the pool. The big man looked around to make sure nobody could hear them. He was looking at the young one with a furious expression. "Seriously, man? I was with my family when I started changing! It's not fair!"

The younger one didn't seem to mind the scolding that much. Actually, even though the huge man was towering over him with a ferocious attitude, he didn't even seem to be bothered in the slightest. "Not fair? You signed a contract, kid". As he said so, a sheet of paper materialised in his hand.

"I know! But I'm fed up with your old body and your life. You said you'd only take my body for a couple hours at most, and you'd make sure I didn't need it to-"

"I don't remember saying that."

"You're a liar, you did!", the big man whined back, his deep, manly voice distorted into an unfitting lament.

The lad smirked and quickly read what was written on the sheet. "Even if I did, what's important is what's written on the contract you signed. And there's no mention about any kind of limitation for the swap. Ergo, I can take your body whenever I want. I couldn't give a fuck if your little family sees you transforming into a beast of a man."

The older man's face turned red in anger. "That's not what you said! You little-" he violently grabbed his former body, just to be repelled by a burning sensation.

A glimpse of malice flashed in the wizard's eyes, and his now young, attractive smile cracked. "Don't you dare to touch me, kid. I make the rules, and I can change them whenever I want." He was getting dangerously close to the stud, pushing him back towards the wall. They were facing one another, and their noses were mere inches apart. It was quite a paradoxical situation, as the much smaller, apparently armless kid was fiercely towering over that brawny beast of a man. "I could also decide to keep your body forever, and you could do nothing to stop me. Got it?"

The man gulped, and the young one seemed to enjoy it, as an amused smirk came back to his face. "Your friends seem to enjoy my personality more, too. They're wondering why you got so funny all of a sudden, you know? Besides", he ran his hand over the man's bulging abs, "everyone would like to be in your shoes right now. I know, maybe a little... too much. But, for a gay fellow like you, such a body is a blessing."

"H-how do you...", The stud stuttered.

"I'm not an idiot, kid. I could see it from the way you looked at me". The young guy suddenly grabbed the man's crotch. In response, the hunk startled, trying to hide his pleasure. It was no use: his dick was already fattening up, and his tight briefs left nothing to imagination.

"Bu-but... "

"No buts, kid", the wizard whispered in a seducing tone. "I know being older is boring and sucks, but... try to make good use of it, as long as you're in that enviable body. Look at you. You're a sexy, strong daddy. You can do whatever you want. You're free now, and with a spectacular body." The older man gulped as the wizard let him free and stepped back. "Now, go."

The muscular giant moved, heading back to the swimming pool. Before disappearing, he stopped and turned back towards his former body. "When will I have my body back?"

The wizard shrugged. "Erm... I'll need it until tonight, at least. And maybe tomorrow, too. I don't know if the guys are planning something for the next few days. Don't worry though, I'll give it back to you as your holiday ends."

The bulky stud hesitated for a few seconds. He then grunted and clumsily moved on, his undersized briefs hardly hiding his thick boner, and his large feet crushing his unfitting flip-flops.

"...if I feel like it", the wizard added in a whisper, a wide sneer on his face.

[lynxgriffin]

I wonder what an eldritch monster kid looks like?

Maybe a wyvern with his wings torn off? Or maybe just a normal, armless monster?

Monster Kid actually is a (mostly) subterranean ouroboros...hiding in the background a lot of the time because they're on the younger and smaller side in terms of eldritch beasts. But you can tell they're nearby by the localized tremors and occasional popups of weird spiked scales. It's kind of difficult to fathom out where they are or how they're even moving, and Monster Kid can use that to their advantage.

[eloaholiveira]

FreaksAU content after a thousand years...

I like to think vampires can reattach their limbs, as long as they're somewhat "intact", like the exemple above where the arm is heavily damaged.

The damaged/severed arm will slowly return to its origins although the process can be speed up by drinking mundane blood.

They can't regrow limbs though, only reattach them, meaning that if you obliterate their arms they will remain armless forever.

Here's a thing though, they can't die in "traditional ways" per say, like getting shot, stabbed, blood loss, etc etc etc

You either burn them or stake them in the chest (not necessarily the heart) and boom, dead, reduced to ashes...

So it must be very freaky (get it? freaks? I will see myself out.) to deal with them in the intent of killing since you gotta know what you're doing and who you're dealing with.

[regretevator-confessions]

Probably a hot take, but I feel like sexualizing Glevil is agalmatophilic in a way, since they're literally a mannequin.. ik people r gonna say "well no cus it's fictional" but isn't that what lolicons n shit use as an excuse?? Like yeah he's not a real anatomically correct mannequin but they still sound, act, and look like a mannequin. Its weird to sexualize that. :p

Probably a hot take, but I feel like sexualizing Boots is agalmatophilic in a way, since they're literally a mannequin.. ik people r gonna say "well no cus it's fictional" but isn't that what lolicons n shit use as an excuse?? Like yeah she's not a real anatomically correct mannequin but he still sounds, acts, and looks like a mannequin. Its weird to sexualize that. :p

Probably a hot take, but I feel like sexualizing Jimmy is agalmatophilic in a way, since he's literally a mannequin.. ik people r gonna say "well no cus it's fictional" but isn't that what lolicons n shit use as an excuse?? Like yeah he's not a real anatomically correct mannequin but he still sounds, acts, and looks like a mannequin. Its weird to sexualize that. :p

Probably a hot take, but I feel like sexualizing Kai is agalmatophilic in a way, since he's literally a mannequin.. ik people r gonna say "well no cus it's fictional" but isn't that what lolicons n shit use as an excuse?? Like yeah he's not a real anatomically correct mannequin but he still sounds, acts, and looks like a mannequin. Its weird to sexualize that. :p

Probably a hot take, but I feel like sexualizing Manequinn is agalmatophilic in a way, since they're literally a mannequin.. ik people r gonna say "well no cus it's fictional" but isn't that what lolicons n shit use as an excuse?? Like yeah they're not a real anatomically correct mannequin but they still sound, act, and look like a mannequin. Its weird to sexualize that. :p

Probably a hot take, but I feel like sexualizing Timmy is agalmatophilic in a way, since he's literally a mannequin.. ik people r gonna say "well no cus it's fictional" but isn't that what lolicons n shit use as an excuse?? Like yeah he's not a real anatomically correct mannequin but he still sounds, acts, and looks like a mannequin. Its weird to sexualize that. :p

Probably a hot take, but I feel like sexualizing Mannequinn is agalmatophilic in a way, since he's literally a mannequin.. ik people r gonna say "well no cus it's fictional" but isn't that what lolicons n shit use as an excuse?? Like yeah he's not a real anatomically correct mannequin but he still sounds, acts, and looks like a mannequin. Its weird to sexualize that. :p

Probably a hot take, but I feel like sexualizing Mannequin SAM is agalmatophilic in a way, since he's literally a mannequin.. ik people r gonna say "well no cus it's fictional" but isn't that what lolicons n shit use as an excuse?? Like yeah he's not a real anatomically correct mannequin but he still sounds, acts, and looks like a mannequin. Its weird to sexualize that. :p

Probably a hot take, but I feel like sexualizing Mannequin GAM is agalmatophilic in a way, since he's literally a mannequin.. ik people r gonna say "well no cus it's fictional" but isn't that what lolicons n shit use as an excuse?? Like yeah he's not a real anatomically correct mannequin but he still sounds, acts, and looks like a mannequin. Its weird to sexualize that. :p

Probably a hot take, but I feel like sexualizing Mannequin RAM is agalmatophilic in a way, since he's literally a mannequin.. ik people r gonna say "well no cus it's fictional" but isn't that what lolicons n shit use as an excuse?? Like yeah he's not a real anatomically correct mannequin but he still sounds, acts, and looks like a mannequin. Its weird to sexualize that. :p

Probably a hot take, but I feel like sexualizing that one armless mannequin is agalmatophilic in a way, since he's literally a mannequin.. ik people r gonna say "well no cus it's fictional" but isn't that what lolicons n shit use as an excuse?? Like yeah he's not a real anatomically correct mannequin but he still sounds, acts, and looks like a mannequin. Its weird to sexualize that. :p

Probably a hot take, but I feel like sexualizing buffman is agalmatophilic in a way, since he's literally a mannequin.. ik people r gonna say "well no cus it's fictional" but isn't that what lolicons n shit use as an excuse?? Like yeah he's not a real anatomically correct mannequin but he still sounds, acts, and looks like a mannequin. Its weird to sexualize that. :p

Probably a hot take, but I feel like sexualizing mannequins is agalmatophilic in a way, since they're literally mannequins.. ik people r gonna say "well no cus it's fictional" but isn't that what lolicons n shit use as an excuse?? Like yeah they're not real anatomically correct mannequins but they still sound, act, and looks like mannequins. Its weird to sexualize that. :p

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[codenamesazanka]

While I could see how the ending of Touya going home to eat a meal with his family was expected, I always thought that was a touch too fantastical. Not because it wouldn't have been the perfect ending - it would have been a very fitting one, given the recurring motif of Todoroki meals - but because I felt it would've require an absolutely extreme restructuring of Hero Society - a complete change in attitude towards Villains, and, frankly, the destruction/reform of the current in-universe prison system. Which we saw none of in the 100+ chapters of the final arc post-Jaku.

Like. For Touya to be able to go home, means that the system is willing to change everything written here:

A detention facility constructed in the open waters about five kilometers from the mainland. Though nominally a prison, the facility effectively serves as a dumping ground for individuals who pose significant threats to public safety and security. Regardless of sentencing status, these individuals are incarcerated and heavily monitored. The prisoners have a wide range of quirks and are assigned to one of six cell blocks based on the danger their quirks represent and the severity of their cases. The more dangerous the individual, the deeper they're kept within the prison. Tartarus is the dark side of quirk society, and it is said that anyone imprisoned there will never again emerge alive.

That's how the story describes Tartarus, and absolutely no one in-story ever considers this bad (...except for the MLA's political party, who accuses it of human rights violations, but they're evil, so it canceled out to good/neutral again).

For Touya to go home, means that Tartarus is just not a thing, that he's not going to be in another similar prison straitjacketed 24/7 with guns pointed at him; he's not going to be locked in there because even if he can't use his fire anymore without hurting himself and that's good incentive to stop, he had/still has dangerous anti-hero views (Overhaul was armless and essentially 'quirkless', and thus of low threat to anyone, but he was still put into Tartarus for his 'dangerous ideology', as per the character book).

It would mean that Touya is receiving therapy in prison, so that when he steps outside, he's stepping out after having gone through a thorough checkup and made sure that he's not harboring harmful-to-self-and-others thoughts (see: Ending the Villain, whose first action when he was released from prison was to skip a meal to stalk Endeavor.) It would have to mean that the public will stop ostracizing people and be willing to give Villains second chances, at least enough to stomach the idea of Touya not receiving the death penalty and living in house arrest or something.

All of this is never hinted to happen.

It's the same for the idea of Toga joining UA, or Shigaraki becoming a hero, or even Spinner becoming an advocate that people listen to and take seriously. For that to happen, things would have to change. Someone - a hero, all the heroes, collectively - had to have declared and promised with all their hearts and might to make these changes, to be willing to go that far.

And these changes don't just apply to the League - gets applied to all Villains and all criminals and all people! If it was just the League who gets these benefits, it will be because of the high-level connections the League has to top-Heroes like All Might and Endeavor, and that would be audacious string-pulling, nepotism, and outright corruption of the highest degree. If you want to claim that Hero Society is doing better, you cannot have this either. Appropriate leniency and consideration of circumstances and rehabilitation and understanding and all that has to be shown equally to all Villains. This is what I mean when I say to save the League, you have to save all villains.

For the Villains to be saved and to be able to live happy socially-integrated lives meant that their society has been radically and irrevocably changed enough that they can and have a reason to participate - that that bright future truly included them - but it just didn't happen. it wasn't happening in 'we all became the greatest heroes' chapter 325, it wasn't happening in 'Tsukauchi grudging admitting they have to acknowledge villains are human' chapter 378, and it's probably not happening now.

[lilacs-stash]

Taco

She was pretty fun to do since she has my favorite design in the show. (Love it when objects have accessories and scars)

Mic and Pickle are both her exs, she just keeps their trinkets cuz she's got issues (and Mic's because ya know, it's an invisibow). She and Pickle were queer platonic.

Taco's armless and uses prosthetics (like Baseball), tho it's hard to tell because of the long gloves. Prosthetic and S1 design below

Also please note: I know I said they're exs but please don't tag as ship for Mic/Taco it makes me uncomfortable

[storydays]

Hello Rosie P2

(3rd POV)

*With Charlie*

"Three years I've been sharing my life with her. And I tell her everything: My hopes, my dreams, my insecurities, my embarrassing habits. What fucking deodorant I like..." Charlie continued to rambled, ignoring Alastor's look of irritation as he cleaned his monocle.

 "And she keeps something like this from me. Why would she lie for so long? Does she think I wouldn't accept her? What about me? Me, says un-understanding....misunderstanding? Disunder---Wait, w-where are we?" she asked, finally noticing where they were. 

"Cannibal Town. There's a friend of mine I think you should meet." The demon looped his arm between hers and they started walking. "In Cannibal Town? But it's--It's surprisingly nice here." Charlie smiled. 

"Isn't it, though? And it's all thanks to a very special someone."

They entered a shop to hear a woman talking, "Well, who hasn't thought about eating their first husband? I certainly would have if he didn't taste so bad!" The woman giggled to herself before pulling out a card. "Tell you what; you bring old, tall, dark, and armless to me, and I'll straighten them right out, okay sweetie? Now here's my card and--"

"Oh, my stars. Do my eyes decieve me? Alastor? Alastor!" She called to the demon gleefully, approaching the two. "Where have you been? These halls really lost some of their sparkle without your lively presence and-" She noticed Charlie and her eyes widen slightly. 

"Oh, who's this you brought with you? Come now, Alastor, she's much too young for you." Charlie rolled her eyes at that, as the woman chuckled waving her hand, "Oh, I'm just kidding. I know you're an ace in the hole." 

"A what now?"

"But where are you manners, Mister? Introduce us, why don't you?"

"Ah, yes. Charlie, this is Rosie. The most darling, delightful, and dangerous Overlord this side of the Pentagram." Alastor beamed as Rosie bowed slightly. "Oh, always such a charmer." 

"And Rosie, it's my pleasure to introduce you to Princess Charlie Morningstar, daughter of Lucifer and second in line for the throne of Hell." 

"How do you do?" Charlie laughed awkwardly. "Well, well, isn't this a regal surprise? Come in, come in." Rosie led the blonde deeper into her store. 

"Can I offer you something to eat? I'm sure I have a leg around here or something. Oh, what am I thinking? Small thing like you? You're probably watching your figure" Rosie shook her hips playfully, "How about some nice pinky fingers instead?" 

She held out a case of pinky fingers for Charlie who looked grossed out. "Ummmmm, no, no, thank you, though." 

"Oh, look at you, so polite! Alastor, you could learn a thing or two." Rosie rolled her eyes, gesturing for Charlie to sit and have tea with her. 

"Well, sit down, sit down. Tell Auntie Rosie what she can do for you. You know, Alastor, I got a primo connect on a guy with about of eight blocks of territory and not enough goons to run it. Prime pickings for a deal to be made, my friend." 

"Appreciate the offer, but we're here on business of another kind." 

"Well, don't keep me in suspense. I'm a very busy woman." 

"Well, as you know....the extermination is coming early. It'll be here in a month, and they're coming for my hotel and my friends first, and I-I-I-I-I-I--" "We need your help." The deer supplied, cutting off the rambling princess. "Well, your cannibals' help at least, to fend off the attack."

"Wow! When you ask a favor, you don't start small, do you, Your Highness?" Rosie smirked to herself waving off Charlie's look of discouragement. "Oh, now, don't fret. I didn't say I wouldn't help, but I assume there's more to this plan than a bunch of unarmed cannibals." 

"Oh, your people will be far from helpless when we're done with them. Prince (Y/N) is a skilled warrior who will have them whipped into shape by nightfall. And by the end, they will be able to eat..their...fill!" Alastor grinned menacingly. 

"Well, in that case, sure. Why not?" 

"Really?" gasped the princess, eyes wide. 

"What can I say? I like your moxie, girl. And old Alastor has never done me wrong before." smiled the overlord. 

"Oh, thank you. Thank you, thank you." Charlie beamed. 

*With Vaggie*

The white haired Latina banged on the door, grunting in annoyance. "Carmine! Carmine, we need to speak. I know what you did on Extermination Day. We can talk about it inside, or I can yell about it out here!" 

The door opened, Vaggie raising an eyebrow, hand on her hip before sashaying inside. "Fuckin' right you open that door."

She walked into the dark building, calling out hesitantly. "Hello?"

"You have 2 minutes to convince me not to silence you for good." Carmilla's voice echoed into the dark before a light shined dramatically onto her.

"Miss Carmine, I'm here on appointment from the princess to enlist your aid in the defense of Hell from the Angelic Extermintation. We know an angel fell at your hands, and we need to know how." 

"No."

"What do you mean, 'no'? The Princess of Hell--"

"Means nothing to me. You have to do better than that. 90 seconds." the weapons Overlord glowered. 

"With your knowledge, we wouldn't have to helplessly stand by while--" Vaggie tried again.

"Clearly I am not the helpless one here. 80 seconds."

"Well, then why? Why wouldn't you use what you know to fight?" 

"To avoid the very problem you and your little friends are facing right now. I will not invite destruction into my house, on my people." Carmilla replied, her shoes clinking against the floor menacingly. 

"You think we asked for this?" Vaggie snapped, "All Charlie has ever done is try to make things better to help her people, who news flash, include your people too." 

"And how exactly has that worked out for her? 45 seconds."

"We didn't pick the fight, but it's here now. And they aren't going to stop with us. You didn't see the look on their leader's face. With us out of the way,  it's only a matter of time before they come for the rest of you. They won't stop until all of Hell is wiped out, so you can help us make a stand here together, or you can stand alone tomorrow. And what do you think your chances will be then?" Vaggie asked, breathlessly. 

"You're out of time." Carmilla replied before pouncing onto the ex-angel, and knocking her to the floor. 

"Angels attack quickly, viciously, and without mercy. You'll need to defend better than that." 

*With Charlie*

"Cannibals and Cannibettes,  assemble in the square!" Rosie called through a megaphone before turning to a worried Charlie. "Now, darling, you know I would do anything, anything for my clients, but I can't exactly command all of Cannibal Town to follow someone else into battle. Now don't get me wrong, they love carnage and bloodshed, but to get this group into line, you got to win 'em over. Settle in!" she called again. 

"Settle in! Important meeting!" 

"But how do I--" Charlie asked, worriedly. 

"With sparkle! Razzmatazz and that oh so appealing moxie of yours." Rosie grinned. 

"Shouldn't be a problem. It's not like you've ever failed to inspire before." Alastor butted in before heading up the pergola. *

"Now, fair warning: This group sticks together, so in order to convince any of them you'll need all of them. And there's one in paticular---" "Uuuugh, Susan."  Alastor groaned, ears pinned down in annoyance.

 "Susan." Rosie deadpanned, "Who's a bit of an...uh--" "Ornery old bitch?" The Radio Demon supplied helpfully. "That." Agreed the cannibal woman. "She's tough, but win her over, and the rest will be easy as pie. Ready?"

"I guess." hummed Charlie. 

"Everyone, we have a very special, very royal guest this evening. Please, put your bloody hands together for  Princess Charlie!" Rosie announced through her megaphone. Charlie waved before a voice called from the back, "Boooo! Bring Rosie or Prince (Y/N) back!" The crowd parted to reveal an elder cannibal with a scowl on her face.

This was Susan.

Charlie briefly wondered what business did her brother have in Cannibal Town before turning slightly to the two Overlords who looked equally annoyed. 

"Susan?" She asked. 

"Susan/Susan." 

Charlie cleared her throat nervously, tapping the microphone, wincing as the microphone squealed. 

"Sorry, uh okay, uh, my name's Charlie, and--" 

"Boooo!"

"Well, I run this hotel with my brother and my part..and someone else and.."

"Get off the stage you blue blood bitch. Booooo!" Susan yelled.

"Wait, let me start over." Charlie stuttered.

"We don't give a shit about some hotel."

"Angels are coming to kill us all and we need help defending our realm--"

"--leave before I eat those big ass eyes of yours!" Susan threatened.

"So--we, uh, we need your help--"

"Boo! Get off!"

"With your assistance, we can make a stand for--" Charlie could feel herself panicking, and started singing. "I...I have a dream...." 

"Where's the showman ship? Where's the finesse? Fuckin' mediocre!" Susan called. 

"FUck yOu, YoU OlD BITCH!" Charlie screamed into the microphone, flipping off the old bitch, making the audience gasp.

"Okay! We'll be back after a breif intermission." Rosie grinned awkwardly. 

*With Vaggie*

Vaggie grunted as she was thrown into a pillar before charging with her angelic spear. "Fuckkj,jikjh n! Ow!" She grunted as Carmilla continued to beat the fuck out of her.  "Come on, what is this?" She groaned.

"You want me to teach you how to beat angels? That's what I'm doing." shrugged Carmilla.

"By beating the shit out of me? I'm not used to fighting with long hair." Vaggie groused.

Carmilla took her hair down, dodging another one of Vaggie's attacks. "By showing you the flaws in your own fighting style. Yours and all your sisters'."

"Wait..you know I'm an exorcist? How?" Vaggie asked. 

"You have a giant X over your eye and wield an angelic spear, it's not rocket science." Carmilla rolled her eyes. 

"(Y/N) said the same thing. How has no one else figured this out?" Vaggie scoffed. 

"Before you found out about me, did you know Angels could be harmed?" asked the weapons Overlord. 

"No." replied the ex-exorcist before charging again. 

Carmilla put her on her ass....again.

"That shows in how you fight. You leave yourself open with every swing. You fight like someone unafraid of harm, and this is what you'll take advantage of. Angels wield no shields, little armor and fight with reckless abandon. Strike them here, here and here." 

Vaggie grunted as Carmilla hit her in three different spots.

"With what? Some secret weapon of yours?" 

"Stupid girl, are you really so dense, you don't realize you're holding the answer?" Carmilla asked, hand on her hip. 

"Angelic weapons? It's that simple? How has no one else figured this out? Maybe (Y/N) did, maybe that's why he was able to kill those angels all those years ago."  Vaggie wondered.

Carmilla shrugged. "Angelic steel isn't common, and those who have it, aren't exactly rushing off to test it against the exorcists. When my daughters and I were cornered in that last extermination, I tried to buy time for my girls to flee, and well, you don't become an angelic arms dealer without arming yourself first." 

"Well, look at that. You might just survive this." Carmilla grinned. 

"We're gonna need more weapons." Vaggie grinned back. 

*End*

Sorry there wasn't a lot of (Y/N) lol, it was kind of hard to fit him in this episode.

[nugguce]

MEANWHILE ON AGGIE.IO. . . ( Weird purple Jevils are mine, everything else could be mine, but partly isn't )

( Seam doesn't like hugs, even if they're armless )

[salvidida]

Funny how people will be so weird about fma 03's Scar design, citing him being younger/'bishie' compared to the manga and Brotherhood versions as a negative against the first anime adaptation because, let's be real here, a lot of people see this design decision as "feminizing", making him weaker or more palatable at the expense of the role he's meant to play.

Meanwhile 03 Scar, unlike the manga and Broho counterparts, not only is more staunchly anti-military and consistently uses violence and strategies against the system throughout his entire arc, he straight up has a kill count so massive it would make manga + Broho Scars blush (and manga + Broho Elrics have a full existential crisis).

My man never once becomes an Amestrian reformist, never once celebrates the militia (he would have laughed Miles right out of the room if he tried to guilt him for not licking military boots for a scrap of acceptance; in canon he fully declares he has zero pity for soldiers PERIOD) and goes down killing well over 7000+ soldiers and state alchemists in his entire run.

Need I remind everyone that he draws a city-spanning alchemic rune, by himself, with a boulder and a chain to drag it? And lures in the Amestrian invaders by dropping Kimbly's freshly murdered carcass (his doing of course) that he carried with his teeth to the top of a building, while armless and bleeding out? Drawing them further in while dodging gunfire on foot. Iconic. Awe-inspiring. Pure 100% platinum-grade badass.

03 Scar never loses sleep about killing the pigs of a fascist nation, never cedes any ideological or material ground to them, and he could never be shamed out of actively fighting back. Unfortunately we can't say the same for the defanged mangahood Scars. Because despite their more overtly gruff and 'tough' character designs, they're so thoroughly cowed by a small mob of Amestrians who use basic shaming tactics to stop them dead in their tracks and join their side, never to kill another jackbooted hog.

03 Scar clears manga and Brotherhood Scars, easy

[weirdsht]

HAHAHAHA imagine Cale with someone weaker than him + a troublemaker and oftentimes think crazier than him, but they're useful so that's what tied them together with the gang💀 bro might feel the stress his hyungs felt whenever he throws himself into danger lol and would start reflecting. Have u done this b4? :D

Is This My Karma? - Cale/Reader

notes: anon... did you take a look inside my mind? or maybe my docs? because the series i'm going to publish later has a similar prompt. i was gonna make it a surprise but since the cat is out of the bag imma announce it here lol. i'll be making a cale/reader slowburn series or at least try but while waiting for that you guys enjoy this small drabble from anon's ask first

tags: fluff, sickfic, reader is an idiot, cale is also an idiot, idiots in love basically, choi han is in charge of their single braincell, established relationship

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are open and welcome

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“For the last time, you will not pass your cold to the White Star. How are you even going to achieve that? Also what merit would it bring if that punk catches your sickness?”

Cale glanced over at the sick person in his bed speaking nonsense. Well, it’s not completely nonsense as it was possible.

…If that said person wasn’t on the verge of dying because of a fever.

“We both cough know it’s cough possible. Plus you’re not looking at the bigger picture of cough White Star getting a fever.”

“No you’re just thinking irrationally-”

“Ah ah, I’m still cough speaking. Let the cough sick cough speak.”

“...I think the sick should shut the hell up and sleep.”

The person who is Cale’s significant other only glared at the commander before drinking the water Choi Han handed to them. When arguments like this first happened the swordmaster would interject to create peace.

But that was before he learned just how unhinge this person was.

_____, Cale’s headache and significant other, was a naturally weak person. Even weaker than Cale without ancient powers. However, despite their physical prowess being on the weaker side they have a very useful ancient power.

They have a wood attribute power that can conjure flowers, grass, and trees with either poison or healing powers. Its downside is that the abilities do not work on _____. However, they can make flowers that can spread whatever sickness they have at the moment.

“We all know you just need to fling me at cough a good distance near Mr. Steal-My-Cale’s-Looks and I can pass him my cold with the flowers. Easy peasy Ron’s lemon squeezy.”

Cale remembers _____’s explanation being that the flowers' pollen would contain the same bacteria and virus as their body. Or something along those lines.

“...”

“Hear me cough out, okay? Imagine this, White Star with his plate on the verge of breaking, coughing out so much blood, armless in every sense of the cough as well. Imagine a cough nasty fever and cough combo on top of that.”

“...”

_____ looked at the silent Cale expectantly.

“Sometimes I really wonder why I got together with a punk like you”

“But you love me!”

Sigh

Cale couldn’t refute so he just sighed.

At first, he let _____ join their group because they were useful. Not only is their ability useful but they are also intelligent. They have the see the faults in Cale’s plan and think of a counter-measure. They can also conjure up great plans.

Well, most of the time at least.

Other times look like this…

“No, we are not doing your absurd plan. Just go to sleep and get better, I’ll take care of things.”

Cale kissed the top of _____’s head.

“And don’t even try to think of sneaking out like you did last time. Alberu and Tasha almost had a heart attack.”

The previously smiling _____ because of Cale’s kiss was now pouting because of the reminder. 

Meanwhile, Cale let them be as he went out of their bedroom.

He let out another sigh as he did. Behind him was Choi Han struggling to suppress a smile, wait no a laugh.

“What’s up with you?”

“No, it’s just that Cale-nim you and _____-nim are really similar.”

Choi Han added after seeing Cale glare at him.

“Sometimes that’s how your plans look to us.”

“Haaa”

Cale couldn’t help but notice how his acting like his sworn brother right now.

‘Is this how the crown prince feels about me?’

Not just the crown prince but everyone else as well.

‘Was this why team leader-nim and Choi Jung Soo insisted that I should farm with them even after retirement?’

There was no way, right?

‘There’s no way me and _____ are similar. I’m not self-sacrificial like that. I always make sure that I will live.’

Right?

Looks like he finally got all my warnings.

Cale ignored Super Rock’s voice.

But still, he can’t deny that he caused his group some headaches.

“...I will reflect on myself.”

Choi Han only nodded and smiled at the dazed young master.

Meanwhile, Cale’s mind is a bit chaotic right now.

‘Did my karma come in the form of my significant other?’

There’s no way that’s the case… right?

Right???