#things will eventually regrow

[worm-wood-words]

Too tired to write but also can't stop The Scenes™ from playing out in my mind.

[shirecorn]

Forgive me if this is nitpick-y, but why'd you get rid of Scoot's disability?

It's not nipicky to wonder! Disability rep is very important. However, you could ask "did you" instead of "why did you" to make the question more open and less accusatory. There's no need, since I did indeed include her disability, though the signs are pretty subtle so I see why it could be missed.

Let's take a look at our girl!

The original style of MLP gives everyone teeny tiny wings and the suspension of disbelief. You just gotta trust those things can fly.

However, my style is way more about speculative biology and anatomy. My pegasus have huge wings that could believably allow flight.

My scootaloo has tiny wings which will not allow flight. The anatomy is there, but something is wrong with the full wingspan. Here's a comparison of a flight-capable scootaloo vs my actual scootaloo.

Notice anything else? Those dark gray markings aren't normal feathers, they are pinfeathers! (it's hard to tell from the sketch smudges so don't worry). Pinfeathers are developing baby feathers in a protective hard sheath that allows the growing, living feathers to be full of blood, soft and delicate. All birds have pinfeathers amongst their plumage as they lose and regrow feathers. You see them a lot on baby birds just growing their first feathers.

Once feathers are done growing, the sheath can be preened off to reveal healthy, fullsize feathers underneath. When baby birds go through this, we call them fledglings. They will spend some time shedding all their pinfeather sheaths and then their flight-capable plumage will come in. Scootaloo is much too old to be a fledgling, most pegasus are flying by now.

Adult birds can have prominent pinfeathers too after going through a molt and then having to regrow lots of feathers at once.

So what's going on with scootaloo? Her wings are there, the pinfeathers keep coming in, but every time the sheaths fall off, the adult feather is undersize and limp. My family owned a flightless cockatiel who just couldn't grow functional wing feathers no matter how hard he tried.

Nobody knows why scootaloo's feathers are deformed, but it is what it is. She can't fly and without mobility aids, will never be able to. She keeps waiting for her feathers to come in right, but eventually she will realize it won't happen, and be able to work around it and find other sources of joy

[ino-tamukas-baggy-sweater]

Third Times the Charm (Megumi Fushiguro x Reader)

so i was innocently scrolling through tumblr dialogue prompts and then i got sucker punched and my brain absolutely vomited this in like 2 hours flat, i hope you like it besties :) (reader's CT is described in the fic itself)

Warnings: just mild beginnings of a panic attack, unless of course you count Satoru Gojo Being A Little Shit™

Word count: 2.4k

Megumi Fushiguro. Both the brightest thing in your life, whilst simultaneously remaining effortlessly dark and brooding. An enigma, frustrating to the nth degree, but also one of the only constants that you could trust in this world. He would never leave you, he was selfless to the point of being selfish, always putting others before himself and making sure you were safe before he even considered what might happen to him.

It’s not like you were weak, you were no special grade but high second was respectable for someone your age, considering a Ten Shadows user and Ryomen Sukuna’s vessel were two of your three classmates. You’d grown up alongside Megumi at Jujutsu Tech, taken in by Principal Yaga and Satoru Gojo, being the only surviving member of your clan which had wiped itself out because of your grandfather’s self-destructive pride.

The L/n clan wasn’t a big clan, not like the Gojo clan or the Zenin clan, but your clan had passed down a pair of useful techniques that you had been lucky enough to inherit, making you a valued addition in the Jujutsu community. Your Misdirect technique allows you to leave a copy of yourself in your current location and move incredibly quickly and undetected to a second location, most commonly used for a quick escape, and limited to a maximum of 5 clones, six entities in total, each acting on their own will but all returning to the whole once killed or called back. Your second technique was something you hadn’t explored much, it’s a reverse cursed technique that allows you to specifically regrow limbs, organs, or chunks lost from the body for both yourself and others, known amongst your former clan as the Starfish technique.

Starfish is only limited by the person you are healing, because it requires you to tap into their energy and feed strings of their DNA information through your brain and back into their body. The process is gruesome, best witnessed on an empty stomach, and you thank whatever higher power you believe in that you haven’t had to use it yet.

Growing up alongside Megumi meant you were close, not quite siblings but nobody could refute the fact that you came as a pair. Wherever you could be heard, Megumi’s soft voice would follow, wherever your figure lit up a room Megumi would be your shadow, and conversely wherever Megumi needed to be, you had to go with him. You were the sunshine beside him, even if you were a bit shy around anyone that wasn’t Gojo or Yaga.

Even now, as he stood with his back to you in the chaos, he protected you from threats both imaginary and corporeal. The fight had gone a bit south as having something similar to your own technique wielded by a curse user and turned against you wasn’t something you had ever prepared for. You’d quickly become more of a liability than anything else, a danger to yourself and Megumi. Though the current situation was nothing he couldn’t handle, but Gojo had insisted on sending you along, and now you knew why. Even though the curse user had decided to take a break and seemingly lounge in the depths of Rabbit Escape, you were still lost in your mind, and Megumi drops to a knee beside your hunched form.

His thumbs link after he gives you a once-over, “Nue,” He grunts, and the bird manifests beside him, “Get her out of here, I can’t protect her and defeat that idiot,” The Shikigami turns to you, shaking out it’s feathers lightly before nudging you with its mask, cooing softly. You blink heavily, your tongue’s ability to function lost in your haze of panic as you grab handfuls of its feathers to pull yourself to your feet and eventually onto it’s back. Megumi only looks back to you for a moment as he dismisses the Rabbit Escape, but it’s enough that you catch a tinge of sadness in his gaze, “Be safe,” He mutters, brushing his hand over the top of your thigh before Nue leaps into the air, carrying you tirelessly back to Jujutsu Tech.

The sudden elevation did nothing to help your nausea and you buried your face against the softness of the space just between Nue’s wings until it finally came to a slightly awkward landing. “Y/n, where the hell is Megumi?” Gojo’s voice is the bare minimum of comfort you need in order to raise your head, Nue moving to preen itself as you slide from its back. “I’m just a fucking liability,” You grunt, refusing to look into that accursed blindfold. You can sense his disappointment, but he doesn’t falter when he reaches for you, pulling you into his chest, “You’re not a liability, I made a bad call sending you out without more information, now where is Megumi?”

You can hear Nue take off behind you and your fingers dig into his jacket, “H-he should be fine,” You murmur, “Now that I’m gone, he sent me away to protect me,” Gojo tilts his head and you can almost hear the gears turning in his head as he contemplates your shivering form. “Do you love him?” He suddenly asks. You must look like a fish the way your mouth opens and closes, searching for an answer. “O-of course I love him! We’re best friends, we grew up together, isn’t that a given?” He shrugs, “Just curious kiddo, no need to be defensive,” He steps back again, “I’ll let you know when he gets back, go get some sleep,”

The second time Gojo asks you a question about Megumi you’re even less prepared, riding off the terrifying adrenaline high of the Kyoto sister-school Goodwill Event. Admitted to Shoko’s medical wing alongside your fellow students, you find yourself gravitating towards Megumi as you always have, who is tentatively watching over an unconscious Inumaki leant against his side. You take note of the blood dripping lazily from Inumaki’s lips and you cringe, remembering the moment he used his technique to save his fellow students.

Megumi looks up only a moment later, reaching for you with his free hand, “C’mere,” He grunts, pulling you down onto the bench on his other side. Your thighs press together and he rests his cheek atop your head, “You've gotta stop scaring me like that,” You roll your eyes, “When has anything other than Gojo’s pure rage ever scared you? Come on,” You scoff. He frowns, looking down at you, “Seeing you in danger has always scared me,” He murmurs softly. He sounds hurt, you suppose you all are a little bit, but he sounds positively shattered, his eyes swimming with an emotion you now come to realise is pure terror.

It stuns you to silence, “I hate seeing you put yourself on the line like that, you gotta promise you won’t do that anymore, not for me,” He urges softly, nudging his nose against your forehead, “Got it?” You can only nod in reply, and a moment later Shoko’s voice shocks the pair of you from your bubble, asking Megumi to carry Inumaki to the examination room next door. Your heart hasn’t stopped pounding since the moment he grabbed you and at this rate it’ll take a lifetime to recover. “Y/n you’ve got that look again,” Or one interaction with Satoru Gojo. “Come on, you see the way he looks at you, what are you guys anyway?” He plops down beside you on the bench, lifting his blindfold and taking your hands to inspect the light lacerations on your skin and clothing left by that plant curse before Yuji and Todo tagged in.

Both adrenaline and fear were still flowing through your brain, you couldn’t find it in you to focus on anything let alone what Gojo had just asked you. You stayed silent, allowing him to just look at you, until he takes your chin between two fingers which forces you to look up into his eyes. You feel like a deer in headlights, trapped by his startlingly blue eyes, “You’re good kids,” He murmurs, “If you love him you should listen to him,” You just nod. You always nod, you’re a giver not a taker. “Y/n,” Megumi calls and you look to the side, seeing him leaning in the doorway, “You’re next, come on,” He holds out a hand for you to take and you’re drawn to him like he’s a singing siren.

His hand engulfs yours with a warmth you associate with love, the innocent kind of love that blossoms from shared knowledge and a bond stretching years into the past. You only look back at Gojo once before the door shuts between you, his blindfold repositioned over his eyes, but the signature smirk still plastered across his lips. Albeit just a little softer than it usually is.

The third time he asks is when it finally drives you crazy.

Things had been quiet in the aftermath of the exchange event, a fair few weeks had gone by and you’d only gotten closer to Megumi. His love language was not physical touch, not by a long shot, but he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off you if he was beside you. Whether his thigh was pressed up against yours at lunch, or he held your hand in public while Nobara held your other hand, or his head rested in your lap in the evenings as you watched movies with your fellow first years. He always seemed to seek some kind of physical connection with you, and this hadn’t gone unnoticed by Gojo. Nothing gets by his six eyes, not even his broody adopted son in all his attempts at subtlety.

You don’t even see him coming, so it makes you jump when he places a hand on your shoulder, shrieking lightly. “Jesus Gojo!” You hiss, smacking at him with the back of your hand. He’s evidently let his infinity down for a moment just to let you have the satisfaction of hitting him, “I could be Jesus yes, what an astute observation! This is why you’re my favourite student,” He nudges you with his elbow as the pair of you stand watching Yuji and Megumi sparring on the school field. Nobara left a few minutes ago to order takeout for dinner, the sun setting in the summer sky above, casting a soft orange glow on Megumi’s face. “Seriously, what is the deal with you and Megumi,” He asks bluntly, “Are you dating? Have you kissed? What’s going on?” Your eyes don’t stray from Megumi’s form as you reply, “Oh no, no way, we’re not going there today,” You declare, “We’re just friends and that’s all we’ll ever be,”

He angles his head down, shaking it as he leans into your space, “Now now, you and I both know that’s not true, why don’t you just try? You’ve got nothing to lose,” You take a step to the side, increasing the distance between your sensei and yourself as you let out a breath. Megumi and Yuji have finished sparring, the dying sunlight making them both look ethereal, but it’s always been Megumi at the centre of your attention. “Yuji! Can I talk to you for a second?” Gojo calls out and the boy nods eagerly, racing up and following your teacher as the taller man slings an arm over his shoulder. Traitor. You glare silently, but your anger dissipates quickly, turning to Megumi as he wipes his face with a towel, gulping from his bottle. “Yuji gets stronger every day, I’m glad he holds back when sparring,” He says, the soft rasp of his voice making you feel warm.

“Megumi can I ask you something?” You say, sitting down just to the side of where he rests his foot on the bench, retying his shoelaces. “Yeah, what’s on your mind?” He brushes his fingers past your thigh and you wonder for a moment if he’s doing it on purpose, before pushing through the distraction, “What are we?” He falls still for a moment, “What do you mean?”

You shift until you’re straddling the bench, bringing one foot up so you can rest your chin on your knee, “I don’t know, Gojo won’t stop pestering me, and he keeps asking if I love you,” He tilts his head, letting his foot drop to the ground before sitting on the bench himself, elbows rested on his knees. “Well, do you?” He asks quietly. You look down at the grass, breathing softly through your nose, “Well of course I do,” You murmur, “You’re one of my closest friends, I’ve always loved you,” He lets his head hang down, “Yes but do you love me, Y/n?” He presses, turning to face you and matching your bench straddle. You drop your knee in surprise and he places his hands heavy on your thighs, making your skin tingle as he grips you through your pants, “Does your heart race as mine does? Is there a place for me in your heart?” He murmurs.

You feel like a fish again, unable to reply with your mouth hanging open slightly, but you nod, swallowing nervously, “Megumi,” You sigh, “You’re everything to me,” You reach a trembling hand out and cup his cheek, stroking with your thumb, “I train as much as I can so I can be as strong as you one day and be able to protect you in the same way you’ve protected me,” He smiles softly, something you see so rarely you want to stay in this moment forever, “Oh Y/n, as long as you live my life has meaning,” He whispers, “There’s no need for you to stress yourself, I’ll always find my way back to you, even if that means I have to walk through hell,”

His lips are soft as they find yours, the sunlight finally surrendering to twilight, the time of day you most associate with Megumi. You lean into him, your free hand placed on the bench between you to prevent an awkward fall, legs spread as far as they’ll comfortably go to get closer to one another. The kiss is sweet, he tastes like the powdery candy Yuji bought earlier in the week and you tease his lips with your tongue and teeth eagerly. A soft chuckle as he brings his hand up to the back of your head, your mouths falling open and tongues exploring one another in tandem.

“FUSHIGURO! GET YOUR TONGUE OUT OF HER THROAT YOU PIG!” Nobara’s voice makes the pair of you break apart, cheeks flushed and lips tingling as the girl moves to close the distance, “I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR TEN MINUTES!” You giggle softly as Megumi rubs the back of his neck, “Don’t act surprised, you knew this was coming,” He says, dropping his hand and linking his fingers with yours. He looks into your eyes and you know in that moment everything is as it should be, at least for a while.

Thanks for all the love on the last two fics I posted, I'm hopefully going to be writing one every few days, i've got a lot of free time on my hands right now and I'd love some requests or some random prompts if anybody is keen on sending me any :)

also I'm thinking of doing a '7 days until the new year' kind of series, with a different prompt for each day and maybe small blurbs, like one for every jjk character I write for and then all posted at once, but I'll see where I get to with the fics I'm currently working on

Post dividers from @cafekitsune

[littlebluespoon]

Stuck (Again) Octo!König Part 2

Here we go, part 2. A bit of a darker but still as adorable König. This ended up three times the length of part 1 and I'm considering a part 3 if y'all want it :)

Part 1 - Stuck Part 3 - Unstuck Part 4 - Stranded

On the journey back to base you noticed that König was still bleeding, while it was slower than in his human form it was soaking through your shirt. At some point you were going to have to treat him but you had no experience in aquatic shifters and seeing as it wasn’t in his file, you doubted the Kortac medics knew more than you. Of course, priority number one was to get him unattached from you, 

“König, you’re still bleeding. You gotta let go so I can figure out how bad it is.” Gently you try to pry his tentacles off but every time you get one and move onto the next he just re-attaches it,

“König! You need to let go now!” you resort to scolding and annoying him in the hope that something will work, “You need medical attention you stubborn ass, let go or shift back.” Emphasising each word with a poke to his face.

A staring contest with an octopus was not on your to-do list for today. But for the last hour it’s the only thing you’ve accomplished. Everyone else has been seen to, all patched up and every joke about your new accessory ignored, even the paperwork has been finished. You needed a plan and you needed to know more about octopuses.

Firing up everyone’s best research tool, Google, you delve into the world of an octopus. Learning that their tentacles are actually arms and that they taste with them; that they have a beak; three hearts and that they can lose and regrow their arms. The last fact seemed the most important to you, it meant you didn’t have to be gentle in pulling him off you. But first you tried something a little less rough, getting into the shower. Figuring that he had to be feeling a little dried out you opted to get under the water and hoped it would encourage hum to pull off. It took some persistence but after about ten minutes and with some more, slightly rougher prodding, König eventually detached himself from your chest,

“There we go, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” you gently splash some water over him and watch as he rolls around, throwing it all over the place. 

After a while of playing and laughing at the small octopus’s antics you made a move to get up as your wet clothes were getting uncomfortable but the movement startled König,

“hey, no, sorry buddy. I didn’t mean to scare you,” you’re reaching forward to pick him up when it happens, “ No, König come back!” he scurries off, faster than you thought he could and by the time you’ve slipped your way through the shower bank, he’s gone.

~~~

In the weeks following on base, you only ever saw König out of your peripheral. Always lingering but with no interaction. And then Kortac were called out. Months went by with no sign of him but every week you learned a little more about him. Taking aquatic hybrid first aid courses, researching more about octopuses and their hybrid types. Learning that they were solitary animals explained a lot for you and it was in your first aid courses that you learned how rare an octopus hybrid is. Most female octopus hybrids die after giving birth, it's something they have in common with the animal counterpart, so they mostly live isolated lives with only other females for company and it’s the males that keep the genetics going by taking a human partner.

The day König returned to your life was a bad day. You slept through your alarm and missed parade, your supply delivery was missing nearly everything you’d ordered, drowning in paperwork meant you missed lunch and to top it all off, it had not stopped raining. So when you heard the shouts outside the infirmary you nearly burst into tears. Instead your door burst open and six men rushed in carrying König. Time froze, you could no nothing but stare at him, at the cuts, burns, the pole sticking out of his arm. The blue blood covering the room in seconds. In reality you were already screaming orders and reaching for your fully stocked aquatic first aid kit. Something that had never been used, something that you had only gotten for him even though he wasn’t your responsibility. 

Hours passed; marked by vital checks, medicine doses and dressing changes. Hours passed and König remained unconscious, too exhausted to even trigger his body’s defences and shift into his smaller, more durable form. Hours turned to days. Days that were marked by the cold cups of tea left undrunk, the smell of antiseptic burning its way into your skin, the cold of his hand under yours. You had vowed to not move until you were sure he’d heal. Until he shifted and you could carry him with you.

Eight days passed in this manner. You as quiet as him, only your breathing and the machines made noise in the room. That’s when it happened, the heart rate monitor alarmed, the oxygen meter, everything in the room was going off but all you could do was stare at him. Now dwarfed in the bed was König, seven and a half arms, bright orange, and awake. And trying to run away,

“Oh no you don’t.” You snatch him up from the edge and immediately pull him to your chest, “Not this time buddy, you’re missing half an arm and even if you weren’t you lost so much blood I looked like a smurf!” sensing that he wasn’t getting away, you watched with a fond smile as he squirmed his way under your shirt and returned to his favourite spot.

“Right, now that you’re out of danger and awake lets get some food first. Crab or shrimp?” You asked the little guy, giving him a pet on the head and chuckling as he lets out a series of clicks. 

Walking into the mess hall meant you were rushed by every Kortac soldier there,

“Is he okay?” “Can we see him?” “Will he survive?” 

While not a very sociable person, König was well respected as a soldier and commander. The lower ranks looked up to him and idolised him.

“He’s fine, he’s doing a lot better but he needs some more monitoring. I’m sure you can all see him soon.” You let them all know that you’ll tell him they were asking and pass on their get well soon messages before heading through to the kitchen and to the freezer at the back which held the specially ordered food for hybrids with dietary requirements.

Dinner was interesting. If anyone was watching you they were going to think they were hallucinating as they watched you drop bits of crab down your top. The few sounds König made were quite, small pops and low whistles that only you could hear and you hoped it meant he was enjoying the food. In between feeding him you fed yourself and eventually it was time for to head back, König needed more medicine and you wanted to check for infections after your little excursion.

“On the bed please, I gotta grab your medicine.” Expectedly holding out your hand for him to climb onto as you pull down your shirt but he doesn’t move, “König, sweetheart, move.” More prodding, more pulling, all id did was leave you with little sucker shaped bruises.

“König, I swear to god I’m not doing this again. Get on the bed. Maybe, if you behave- we can go in the shower again” Bargaining was your last resort, you couldn’t check him over if he was still attached to you.

Slowly you watched as König’s arms moved, one at a time, to pull him up your body. Pulling harder at your skin than he had before to leave marks up your neck before eventually settling on your throat with his arms wrapped around your neck. Your protests were short lived as the second you opened your mouth he squeezed a little tighter, not relaxing until you stopped trying to speak altogether.

Your night continued like this, paperwork was done with the occasional ink drip, talking to patients was done with as few words as possible, bending over wasn’t comfortable and your top ended up soaking anyway as König dumped your wattle bottle over himself and then demanded more with whistles increasing in pitch as you refused. As you signed the last report you tried once more to get him off,

“You’ve had your fun König but I’m tired. I want to go to bed and you need medication so plea-“ your words are cut off by a harsh squeeze that takes your breath away. Louds clicks punctuated by the slapping of tentacles against your skin fill your ears before eventually you’re allowed to breathe again. Taking the hint, you make your way to the shower before bed, promising yourself that tomorrow you’ll find a way to get him unstuck.

~~~

As always, asks and requests are open. Feel free to send me stuff, questions, whatevers 💙

[plaguedocboi]

did you know that lobsters are functionally immortal in that they can’t die of old age but they do eventually reach a point where they can’t shed and get stuck bc it would take too much energy to shed their exoskeleton so then they get stuck and die

Yes I do. Another fun fact, molting is an extremely dangerous thing for lobsters of any age, and failed molting is one of the most common causes of death for young lobsters as well. Molting is not equivalent to a reptile shedding skin or a bird shedding feathers, arthropod molting requires them to get rid of all the hard parts in their body including parts of their internal organs! They have to rip out sections of their digestive system and regrow them. And that’s not generally what kills them in a failed molting; usually they suffocate because they have to pull their gills out of the shell too and if they don’t get out quickly enough they die. I am so incredibly glad that I don’t have to worry about molting.

[gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat]

Group H, Round 1, Poll 9:

Propaganda under the cut

Ianthe Tridentarius

She is trying so hard to be the main character by lying and manipulating her sister, her cavalier, her mentor, her ?love interests? (Spoiler???) And also god. Not sure how it's working out for her but she does love to lie and manipulate

Worstie Ianthe is the DEFINITION of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. She is one of a set of necromancer twins that are the heirs to their houses rule. Except wait, only she is a necromancer and she has spent their entire lives doing necromancy for the both of them. She is constantly mean to their cavalier, Naberius, who she occasionally nibbles on like a chew toy, before eventually killing and eating him to ascend to sainthood. She goes to gods spaceship with another woman who ascended to sainthood who she has a crush on, this other woman is like…. Both incredibly mentally unwell and also haunted by at least 211 ghosts. Ianthes method of flirting with her? Gaslighting her about the corpse that keeps moving around and hiding under her bed. For no real reason tbh. She is clearly plotting to overthrow god, and at the moment that consists of her manipulating him while he’s too sad about his long term partners betraying him and subsequently exploding to really care. She dresses in terrible outfits and makes soup by burning onions to the bottom of a pot, putting meat in and some vegetables and then it doesn’t taste like anything so she puts in a few teaspoons of salt so it tastes like a few teaspoons of salt. She had her crush amputate her arm and regrow her a new one out of bone and it’s one of the horniest things I’ve read in my life.

"Gaslight = told her lobotomized (she helped), schizophrenic girlobsession that there was no corpse under their bed, even tho there totally was. Gatekeep = girl did NOT share the secret to god-like ascension. She kept that shit to herself until it was time to eat her boytoy, and by then everyone knew already. Girlboss = she has a non-necromancer twin sister, and literally Everyone thinks they r both necromancers because Ianthe is so good at it. She reverse engineered ascending to the aforementioned ascension without even completing any of the supplementary tasks. She held her own in a fight against a 10k year old lyctor. She becomes the figurehead of her entire empire. "

She uses a man as a chewtoy in the first book, literally gaslights the protagonist of the second book about a corpse, and elder-abuses God when he gets depressed in the third book. Nobody is doing it like her.

Dives headfirst with no regrets while basically laughing and covered in blood into murdering her cavalier once she realizes what the gothic locked room mystery/competition leads to while everyone else is questioning it, helps perform lobotomy on harrow so she doesn't remember the person she loves, manipulates everyone to get to the top

idk just everything about her

her relationship with her sister is incredibly Bad, she fosters codependency and views Corona(the sister) as an extension of herself. This does not stop her from keeping up the con that Corona actually has magic (She doesn't, it was always just Ianthe) for 22ish years and every single person who interacts with them falls for it. She killed a man against his will (most dying for this purpose specifically go willingly) and she consumed him and she will be burning his soul for eternity. She's completely repulsive and still somehow incredibly hot.

she takes advantage of the fact that the main character is prone to hallucinations. at one point she gaslights the mc into believing that the corpse under her bed isn't real just because she can. she reverse engineered a set of very complex trials on her own without anyone realizing she had the skills to complete them normally. she's also babysat god through his drunk and pathetic era.

Artist:@starcanist

Remy the Rat

Gaslight- 'hmm? Me? Steal papers? I'm just an innocent little ratty rat.' Gatekeep- I would debate he's gatekeeping food and taste from the other rats because they just don't GET it. Ugh! Girlboss- doesn't he own a rat restaurant at the end?

[collisvng]

RED ROSES.

1.3k words, and a whole lot of fluff.

Red roses were your favorite.

He knew that.

They reminded him of you.

Anything that had to do with roses—it was made for you in his eyes.

That is how he won you over in the end.

Han Jisung gave you roses.

He would leave them everywhere for you.

You’d find pedals in your bag, roses on the windshield of your car with little notes on them wishing you a good day… and those few times he would leave them at your doorstep or hand them to you directly.

Most people would find his kind of thing strange, but you knew better.

Especially since you knew what it meant.

Han Jisung was your best friend.

The two of you had been inseparable since you both were kids and you had no intention of ever letting him go.

Once when you guys were in the first grade, Han brought you a rose. 

Jisung spent a week or so trying to figure out what you liked in order to properly ask you out. It got to the point that he went to ask his mother for help, and she found the whole ordeal of her son having a little crush to be adorable. She would go out of her way, taking Han to the grocery store to buy flowers.

When he asked the cashier if he could have just one rose out of a bouquet, the lady looked at him confused. His mother whispered the explanation to the girl, and she just laughed. Jisung stood there with his little boba eyes filled with hope and the woman couldn’t say no.

“Just take it,” she would say, taking a flower from one of the bouquets and handing it to him. “Just don’t tell anyone, okay? It’ll be our little secret.”

The next day he walked into school gripping the rose stem with all the might his little body could—holding his head up high.

Han Jisung asked you if you would be his forever and ever. But of course you said no, I mean afterall you were like seven years old and most boys had cooties at that age.

But when six-year-old Han went back to class after recess and you saw him almost cry… something inside you decided to cut him a break.

As you both waited for your moms to pick you after school, you went up to him and made a promise.

“I'll do it when we’re older,” you said. “My parents tell me I’m too young to have a partner right now. But when we’re older I promise I’ll say yes.”

He held onto your words for 17 years.

At first it was just childish hope. And by the time you guys got to high school and you got your first significant other, Han had already accepted his fate. He thought maybe he was holding onto some kind of impossible dream, but still held onto your words with a heavy heart.

Eventually he got a partner.

And another… And another… And another…

But no one was ever right for him.

No one was you.

Han Jisung was stuck in an impossible unrequited love circle forced upon him by no one else but himself.

That was until you both were adults and the dating pool became a little dry for you.

You were going on dates but every person was the same; they all wanted one thing. And when you found solitude at Jisung’s dorm one night after crying your eyes out, all he could think about was your promise as children.

That is when his rose brigade began, and your heart began to swell.

You started to dream of roses and all things beautiful and red.

You’d soon dream of Jisung too, not knowing what it meant.

Did you like him? Did you love him?

I mean of course you did but… was there something more?

Han Jisung appeared in your dream one day while you were napping.

You had just gotten back from work. You were tired, exhausted even. Another rose was found on your doorstep as you walked into your apartment.

You’d clutch onto it, falling onto the couch and practically cuddling up to it as you fell into a deep slumber.

And there he was; Han Jisung laid out in a field of roses in a sea of darkness.

You walked to him slowly. Every flower you stepped on as you made your way in front of him would regrow in your wake. It was like because Han was there, nothing could die or disintegrate—only flourish and grow. He was like a magnet, attracting him to you with such a mysterious yet comforting aura.

When you made it to him, a hand of his was placed on your cheek. You’d close your eyes and lean into his touch… Only opening your eyes when you could feel him start to lean in.

It was in that moment you knew. The burning feeling inside your chest everytime he laughed at one of your jokes, the mesmerizing stars you’d love seeing in his eyes whenever you’d compliment his music, how with each rose you received you could never ask him to stop giving them to you…

Just as you were about to give into instinct and kiss him with the intensity of all the love in the world combined into a singular molecular being—he began to fall.

He slipped right through the roses, falling into an abyss while looking at you with the most longing eyes.

What was this? What was happening? What did this represent?

Were you too late? Was the universe trying to tell you something? Did it take you too long to figure out your feelings and this was signifying that he no longer could feel the same towards you?

You had awoken from your dream due to the sound of thunder. 

Heavy breathing and a quick clutch of the rose in your hand brought you back to reality with a bizarre conclusion.

You loved him. You were in love with Han Jisung. And hopefully he would love you back.

For the next several minutes that was all you could think about, until you saw a hooded figure holding a skateboard walk up to your door in the pouring rain.

You knew that hoodie, you’d bought it for Han for Christmas last year, and within seconds you rushed to the door.

When it opened, Han flinched immediately. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to be home.”

He was drenched head to toe from the rain but seemed as if he could care less about it. He looked down at the rose you were gripping onto for dear life in your hand and sighed with relief.

“Oh thank god. When it started raining I got worried the flower would get ruined. I literally rode my board all the way here hoping it wasn’t destroyed yet. I almost got you a new one. I mean I still can if it got too wet. I don’t know when you got home if it started raining yet. If it got messed up in any way I can run down to the grocery store and—”

You kissed him.

His pretty little lips wouldn’t shut up so you kissed him. You kissed Han Jisung.

It was so abrupt Jisung almost dropped the skateboard he held under his arm due to the surprise. You don’t know what came over you or how you gained enough confidence to just do something like that, but you knew you couldn't let him slip away. Not again.

When you pulled away, all Han could see were stars. His eyes were so big and full with confusion and lust. His lips followed yours out of instinct and you let out the softest little laugh. God how he loved your laugh.

“Come in,” you whispered, tucking the rose in your hand behind his ear. “I’ll let you leave once you're dry. Plus I think we have a lot to talk about.”

You grabbed his hand, leading him into your home. And as he walked in and saw every rose he had given you—some new and some older and starting to wilt—all placed in a big vase sitting on your kitchen table, he knew.

Han Jisung loved you. And you loved Han Jisung.

[medicetwork]

Mercs if they had modern day cellphones!

Heavy:

The screen is too small and his fingers are too big.

The screen also tends to hurt his eyes after a while but he absolutely refuses to turn down the brightness, saying it would make it even harder to see than before

His main favorite functions are video calls with Medic or his family and listening to music.

His life is complete when he discovers E-books

He can’t read them on the screen but he loves being able to clean Sasha while having his favorite book read to him

Medic:

Really doesn’t use it for much else than phone calls and the occasional google search at first

When he discovers mobile games that takes his interest though!

He becomes a candy crush mom.

Oh you have a broken arm? Wellll…You can tough it out, champ. He’s on level 7,229 right now.

He would make all the other men get Life360

Scout:

Total social media zombie(I say as if I am not one)

Surprisingly he’s very popular on apps like Twitter and Tik Tok. People think he’s hilarious!

Unfortunately somewhere along the way he says something less than respectful about something and his account gets banned

Eventually he’s on account number 6 and trying to regrow his following

It never recovers

He finds out about NFT’s

Sniper:

Mainly uses it to watch youtube and play music

His phone is always on silent and Do Not Disturb

He loves those videos where those guys go out into the middle of the woods and just start building a fucking house out of clay and sticks.

He prefers texting to calling, finding it much faster(he just like me fr)

Baffled by just how much porn he has access to now….

But he’s not complaining.

Soldier:

He doesn’t use it because he just keeps breaking his phones.

They’ve been dropped, blown up, set ablaze, dropped in water, eaten by a bread-tumor monster, eaten by Soldier(???) and run over.

Even if they didn’t get destroyed within 3 days he still wouldn’t use it for much else besides setting alarms and sending confusing group texts.

However, with each new phone he has gotten he asks Pyro for stickers and sticker bombs his phone just for fun

Has an American flag wallpaper

Pyro:

Watches a lot of Youtube!

They love art tutorials, cooking tutorials and those videos with the guys that put molten hot metal balls into water and those videos of people crushing things in Hydraulic presses

Their search history is so fucking strange:

“my little pony free episode”

“my little pony movie free”

“how to draw clouds”

“gasoline cheap prices”

They follow Scout’s pages and always send him nice comments and like his videos

Engineer:

Loves listening to music and watching movies on his phone

Eventually learns how to code and make his own apps

This is also how he discovered he could jailbreak his phone and turn it into a universal remote for his sentries

Very slow texter

Uses way more emoji’s than needed

“Hello yall 👋🏻 going to the hardware store today 🔨let me know if yall need anything while im out👋🏻🚶🏼”

His most used app is the settings app

Spy:

Of course all of his phones are burners.

He never uses one for more than one week

Loves pirating movies on it and watching them in bed

He has no contacts. No personal information and keeps his location off at all times

Likes to pretend to be different people and play around with Google and Youtube’s targeted ads and algorithms

One day he’s an 86 year old woman that’s recommended nothing but metal bands and funeral home ads

The next week he’s four years old and getting recommended Mario and Minecraft let’s play videos

He uses twitter

He’s doxxed many people on Twitter

Like Scout he has MANY banned accounts and has also hacked and stolen many accounts

…He hacked one of Scout’s accounts and got it permanently banned

Demoman:

Loves watching Top 10 videos

Also loves having so much ease and access talking to his lads

He video calls his mother often even she just nags him the whole time and keeps accidentally hanging up

Is frequently texting the other team’s Soldier and laughing at what he says back

Uses Discord and Reddit and is in many servers and communities that focus on paranormal activity, urban legends and cryptids

Actually makes his own youtube videos searching for said cryptids

Frequently comments “cringe” under Scout’s posts

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

Hello there glad to see you have your blog back may I ask for an reaction of the HLC +professors with an MC who has their right side of their face burned and their right arm gone from the battle of the final resptory (btw fig is alive the f.f.f must stay alive aka Father. Figure. Fig)

A/N: I made MC's situation part of the canon game ending, with the exception of Fig. F.F.F.F!(Father Figure Fig Forever!) Cut because long

HLC REACT TO MC BEING PERMANENTLY DISFIGURED

WARNING: physical and mental trauma, end game spoilers

The final battle with Ranrok had left MC with more than just emotional scars. The whole right side of their face was marred and their right eyes was entirely blackened. Jagged bright red scars ran across MC's chest from their shoulder to their abdomen and their right arm was completely gone. Due to the nature of the dark magic that damaged MC's body, these scars would never heal even with magic.

MC had been in the hospital wing for several days, Head Nurse Blainey taking care of them personally. MC would drift in and out of consciousness, in and out of pain, and in and out of bouts of screaming. They would see that dragon every time they closed their eyes. The last thing they remember was a grand bright light in their last ditch effort to contain the dark magic after Ranrok fell. They didn't know that they were successful and everything is all right. Hogwarts is safe. Their friends are safe.

After three days of intensive healing, MC finally started coming around. They could awake long enough to have short conversations. Nurse Blainey notified the staff immediately and word eventually spread to the students that MC was alive.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He doesn't give a rat's ass if the hospital wing is off limits at the moment. Threaten him with points taken away, detention or even expulsion, he is going to see MC. He sprints to their bed and goes to hold their hand. But it isn't there. He's shaken and kneel's next to them before he falls down.

"You're alright...you're alive." He was at a loss for words. The last time he had conversed with MC, he had been thanking them for not sending him to Azkaban. They were one of the few friends he had left, and here they were, lying in the hospital wing with half their body blown off. He wasn't sure what to do, and that bothered him.

OMINIS GAUNT: He doesn't quite go running to MC. He's still on the fence about them. He does eventually visit them to at least wish them well. He doesn't fully understand what happened to them. They never extensively explained the whole ancient magic thing to him. As far as most anyone at the school knows, there was a goblin attack and it took half the professors and MC to fight them off.

ANNE SALLOW: She doesn't hear about MC personally. Just that there was a serious incident at Hogwarts through the Daily Prophet. She was far away from Hogwarts valley. Trying to find peace away from Feldcroft.

IMELDA REYES: She sits casually next to MC and looks them over, they're still covered in bandages. "Those goblins really did a number on you." She notices their missing arm. "I wouldn't worry about that too much. There are quite a few amputee quidditch players. You'll have to learn how to rebalance, though. I can teach you."

NATSAI ONAI: She brings them a bottle of butterbeer. She figured it would be a nice change of pace from just water. "I'm sorry I wasn't there, MC." MC told her not to apologize. They wouldn't want to risk this happening to her. She'd already taken the torture curse for them.

GARRETH WEASLEY: He brings some sweets as a get well present. He's horrified by what's happened to them. He's never heard of injuries so extensive that magic couldn't heal. It must have been some intense dark magic. The next time he's in the library, he's looking up potions that could regrow limbs.

LEANDER PREWETT: He visits along with Lucan, he was nervous to see them by himself. Wasn't sure what he'd say. They weren't exactly close, but he was worried when he heard about what happened to them. Even brought them some flowers he picked out on the flying lawn. He hopes they're able to attend the final feast at the end of the year.

AMIT THAKKAR: He tries to comfort MC by telling them that they won't have to worry about missing notes for astronomy. They're welcome to all of his. Not much he can do about their O.W.L's though. They are getting an extension on the exams, right? MC really can't be expected to go through all of this and then immediately take exams.

EVERETT CLOPTON: He doesn't see them until they're out of the hospital wing. When he does, he nearly jumps out of his skin. They look awful! Sorry. That came out before he could stop it. He'll bombard them with questions over what happened to them. All he's been hearing are rumors and they range from MC fighting an entire goblin army single-handedly to giant flobberworms causing earthquakes under Hogwarts.

POPPY SWEETING: She's been handling all the beasts with Deek while MC has been away. When she goes to see them, she holds their good hand and tells them she's glad they're alright. If there's anything she can do for them, let her know.

LUCAN BRATTLBY: For what it's worth, he thinks battle scars are brilliant. Anyone looking at them will know that they've seen some shit and not to mess with them. He does hope they're left-handed though, relearning how to use your wand with your non-dominant hand is rough. It's like starting over.

~

ELEAZAR FIG: He's in the hospital wing as well, in the bed across from MC. His injuries weren't as extensive, but he would likely need to use a cane for the rest of his life. He took a rather nasty fall when the cliff crumbled. He's the first person after nurse Blainey to know that MC was going to be all right. As soon as he's able, he's in a chair next to their bed to greet them when they are fully cognitive again. He tells them that they did it. Ranrok is gone. The magic was resealed. They saved the world.

No matter what happens next for MC, he promises to be there for them through it. Even the powers of dark magic couldn't take him away from them.

MATILDA WEASLEY: She has a very long talk with Eleazar before MC is conscious. She's more than a little upset about all of this being kept from her until it was almost too late to stop Ranrok. She doesn't blame MC in the slightest, but gives Eleazar a verbal reckoning.

When MC awakens, she expresses her gratitude. Their bravery would make Godric himself proud. In light of their circumstances, they will receive an extension on their O.W.L's to give them time to heal and properly study for them, without the looming threat of the end of the world.

CHIYO KOGAWA: She wasn't in the cave, but stayed up in the school to make sure no goblins got close up top. She also praises them for their bravery. She's had more than her fair share of fights with dark wizards in the past. Going up against them is no easy feat for adults, let alone those still in school.

AESOP SHARP: He sees the scars. He sees MC's missing arm. It pains him to see this happen to them. Such life-changing injuries and memories. He knows exactly what they're going through. He can help them work through it, and hopefully avoid some of the mistakes he's made.

ABRAHAM RONEN: It breaks his heart to see MC like this. They were filled with so much life, now they can barely crack a smile without wincing in pain. He will do his damnedest to make sure they are still treated fairly by the staff and students. Anyone that so much as looks at MC wrong will know just how mean he can be.

MIRABEL GARLICK: She brings a bouncing bulb. The small plant starter is extremely entertaining when one is bored stuck in the hospital. Trust her on this. She wants MC to have something to play with while they have nothing to do. She tries not to look at the injuries. She doesn't want to make them uncomfortable by thinking she's staring.

MUDIWA ONAI: Not to be ironic, but she wishes she had seen this coming. Ranrok, the repository, the goblins, any of it. She wishes she could have warned MC. She was so distracted by her concern for her daughter and conforming to her new environment, she was blindsided by the future. She is so terribly sorry.

BAI HOWIN: She wants MC to know that losing a limb is not as much of a detriment in the wizarding world as it is in the Muggle world. She knows many a colleague that have had more than one limb ripped off or bitten off and are still perfectly capable members of society. They shouldn't worry too much.

DINAH HECAT: Like Sharp, she's all too aware of what MC is going through. The irreversible damage dark magic can take on one's mind and body can take their toll on even the strongest witch or wizard. MC needs support right away to avoid potential self-destruction.

CUTHBERT BINNS: He floats on by to wish MC good health. Although, should the worst have happened, the Hogwarts ghosts are always willing to welcome another into their ranks.

SATYAVATI SHAH: What they did was foolish. Defending Hogwarts should have been left to the staff and MC should have never been put in the position they were in. To be so scarred by life so young. It's tragic. She hopes this doesn't stop them from continuing their education to give themselves a strong foundation for a good life.

PHINEAS NIGELLUS BLACK: The paperwork to the ministry over this situation has been an absolute nightmare. The goblins getting past Hogwarts charms by going underneath it, half of his staff having to defend the place, and one of his students being horrifically injured made for a long report. He only complains behind closed doors. Even he's not such a horrible person to tell MC off while they're in the hospital.

[starryinkart]

Human AU N question if you don't mind :)

You mentioned Ns head still getting hopped off, resulting in a neck scar. Would the head regrow like with their robot versions or would he have manually re-attached it (like sewing it back on or something)? Considering they're kinda undead at that point so I assume losing their heads wouldn't exactly kill them

Ah yes!! The head would regrow! When the DDs “died” normally a human body would start to dry out and wither, eventually turning to dust if long enough passes. In this scenario, not all of them were 100% dead, for example N. The same thing that happened in the show of him defending CYN and he was in fact, chained up outside, the only difference is, Uzi wasn’t there to save him like in Episode 5, so without V being sentient and the others not wanting to be disposed of, he essentially almost starved. He was so weak that he essentially couldn’t move, but could weakly see what was happening the whole time (something he remembers later on that really messed him up to the point of an anxiety attack when it randomly pops in his head.

Basically the solver as CYN killed everyone at the Gala, dealt with Tessa and built its soldiers. It pumped nanites into the DDs bloodstreams, filtering out the normal human blood, which burned like literal acid radiation flowing through their bloodstream, and was to say the least, VERY painful.

Their inner organs are all perfectly preserved by casings of inner armor along with the nanites and they can regenerate just like shown in the show! The only downside is just like a humans body runs a fever when combating a virus, the DDs body in this AU is constantly warm and running a fever, making them need to drink blood (oil) to stay cool and not overheat too much!

I actually drew this for the concept of the human Disassembly Soldiers (since they aren’t exactly drone lol), it’s a bit outdated when it comes to N’s human looks, but the only thing that really changed was his hair and skin color!

This AU (any Murder Drones human AU on my acc btw) is called “Murder Drones Skin and Bones”!

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If you guys have anymore questions about any of my MD AUs like my MD Absolutely AU/Story, King Solver N AU and now this one, Murder Drones Skin and Bones, free to send them in my ask box!! They are always appreciated! 🥰✨

[leggerefiore]

cw: sawsbuck ingo, pokehybrid au, short,

pairing: Ingo/Reader

Every season spent with your Sawsbuck hybrid boyfriend could easily prove to be an interesting one. Summer brought with it verdant leaves growing atop large antlers that made such lovely tea when dried and brewed. It was a pleasant treat to share with any kind of dish… Well, Ingo's certainly was. A linger bitter, herbal flavour that also was a lovely drink for a minor cold. He always seemed flustered when you complimented his leaves.

The autumn brought an array of colours and the need to sweep up after them. A beautiful sight, but a big mess. At least the developing fluff was nice to nuzzle into and nap against. Winter came with the complete loss of leaves and shedding of antlers. The massive fluff at least made up for the sad loss. Spring thus renewed the cycle as the antlers began to regrow, and flowers began to swell into a blossom.

Of course, there was one piece of this cycle that fascinated you the most. The fallen antlers mostly came in the earliest months of the year and often were difficult to find. Ingo naturally was a bit embarrassed by his sudden urge to knock off his antlers and disappeared off into the forest to do so. You had found yourself enamoured with the idea of going out to collect them. Many people did, after all. It was just a thing to do when you were hiking. However, you specifically wanted some of Ingo's own. The idea of having some random Sawsbuck's antlers felt a bit odd, and your boyfriend would likely feel a bit jealous or confused.

This led to you following the deer man out into the woods when he took off one late February afternoon and watched as he found a tree and began to rub his antlers against the bark. His face broke its usual stoicism as it twisted in a rare frustration. His brows narrowed, and his lips pursed. It was clear that the feeling was not something overly pleasant. Eventually, though, a good knock saw the left on free itself and fall onto the dirt below. Ingo let out a sigh when it fell. Again, he returned to the task, determined to remove the right. It, too, fell. He then backed away and ran back off into the woods, do to whatever he preferred to do around this time of year. You crept over and picked up the discarded antlers with intrigue.

They felt similar to a smooth, petrified wood. Hard and inmalleable yet clearly something earthly. A slight scent even drifted from them. You hummed as you took your prizes back home, debating just what to do with them. Hanging them up seemed like an interesting possibility, but the way it would mix with a room's decor would play a part. Just as you pondered it more and more, a fun thought crossed your mind.

~

Ingo felt exhausted as he trotted back to your home after having a nap in some distant field. Winter was just a tiring season. He always thought. His body clearly entered some state of reservation, while he became less inclined to aggression and general movement. Spring, however, was soon to come, and with it would bring more exhaustion as the blooms on his antlers began. This would not fare well with his work. He already felt flustered enough, having to take off to regain himself. His body tormented him even worse by giving him a late shedding this year. The relief of finally doing so was not something to be understated, of course.

He rubbed his eyes as he opened the door and announced his presence. With no reply, he blinked. Were you asleep? Entering properly, he carefully crept through the home so as not to disturb you. The soft taps of his hooves upon the hard floor came to a sudden stop. Stepping near the living room, he spied a distressing shape within the dimness of the room.

Antlers sprang out from someone's head as they sat facing the television screen. Ingo held his breath. An… intruder? It certainly did not seem to be Emmet as he had just left his younger twin not that long ago. Carefully moving in, he tried to wonder his next course of action. Without antlers of his own, he would not put up too good of a fight against another Sawsbuck hybrid. He finally entered the room and nearly screamed when the person turned to face him.

“Oh, hey, Ingo!” Your voice startled him more than anything, “I was wondering if you had got lost or something.” You faced him, clearly still yourself, but with antlers on your head. The dim light made it impossible for him to tell how you had them on your head, but he fought back another scream when you casually slid them off. “Look what I made,” you approached him, “I followed you out today and took your antlers. I hope you don't mind.” Ingo blinked.

“P-pardon?” he replied. You stepped towards a wall. The light was flicked on, and he understood. A headband. You had made a headband. “Oh, bravo!” he almost found himself clapping. It was quite creative. “You could have simply asked for my antlers,” he gave a normal reply after calming down, “There was no need for you to venture out in this cold, dearest.” Though, he did find it a bit strange. Perhaps it was from his perspective of having antlers naturally at play. You gave a small laugh and smiled.

“You looked so startled,” you finally told him. Ingo felt his cheeks flush. Had he? His heightened heartbeat certainly confirmed that claim.

“… All I saw was another being with antlers on our couch,” he explained, “Would you not be distressed if you saw another Sawsbuck hybrid in your home?” You thought on it for a moment before nodding.

~

“Hey, Ingo?”

“Yes?”

“When your antlers regrow, will you battle me?”

Ingo felt even more exhausted suddenly.

[thecommunityoftrustworthysinks]

AITA for getting back at an ex who broke up with me for one relapse when i thought she was dying?

so, a little background before i get into what exactly happened: this woman i work with (my boss, actually) (great ass) (great tits too) (43f) and i (52m) have been having what you could call "flirt fights" for about ten years. you know, we hate each other, we need each other, we can't stand each other, 'will they won't they' type of thing. also, i used to have a drug problem because i have chronic pain in my leg, but at this point had been clean for a year. a few months back, we finally got together, and it was some of the happiest ive ever been in my life, and she was too. i was willing to put her before my job (something i hadn't done before) and she said she didn't need me to change for her anymore. then she had a cancer scare, and i missed a number of her appointments that she asked me to come to because i was scared of what could happen to her. i needed to go, i know i needed to go. i finally made it to an appointment, and then it turned out she was fine, and i was there with her to tell her that when she woke up. it was a big relief. but the thing was, i had popped a couple pills before going, just to make it easier. i knew i had to be there, and it wasn't working.

so later, my ex showed up at my apartment and told me she realized i had been high, and broke up with me. she said i was an addict, and couldn't take things seriously and fully present, and that it would never change. so that really sucked, and ive been having a shitty time ever since, but trying to be professional and continue on. i figured if she wanted to have our regular relationship back then i'd act like normal. im kind of known for being a bit of a dick on the job, and not a lot of people like me, so i went back to that. but now she kept taking it personally and saying it was from our breakup, yada yada. it went on like that for awhile, i got married to a beautiful russian lady (green card) (i also asked my boss/ex to sign my new wife over to my insurance, it was funny), and then we get to this week.

because of the relapse, i decided to try an experimental drug to try to regrow muscle in my leg. it hadn't been approved* yet but im a doctor so i figured i'd just give it a go anyway. then i learned from the study that the subjects had developed tumors on the muscle and died. i ran a ct scan on myself, and saw the tumors. i don't trust surgeons around muscle anymore, so i sanitized my bathroom and set up to do the surgery myself in the tub. it was going fine, but eventually the pain did get to me (i got one tumor completely out), so i called a few people, but no one picked up. eventually i had only my ex (and boss) left to call, and she picked up. she came to get me, lectured me about embarrassment or some other emotion she was saying i had, and we went to the hospital. so then yesterday she was insisting that we talk about things, as if my home surgery (that was done by a licensed physician) was because i had unprocessed feelings for her or something. both she and my best friend (45m) have been telling me i need to talk more or express my feelings more. so i listened to them, and i drove my car into the front window of my ex/boss's house. aita?

*in humans

[bones4thecats]

HEYAAAA HOW ARE YOUUU , btw hi hi hiii

Uhh if this doesnt brother you can i request a indra , Loki , Hermes (and maybe Odin??) W the same thing that the lizuannn girl request , just her req but w these charas , ty and have a great monthhh

(please ignore this if you cant do it srryyyyyyyy))

A/N: Doing this was quite fun, I love writing for Odin tbh, and while he's not my favorite character, he's awesome! Anyways, enjoy~~

For Info on Req: Lizuannn's Request

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🌊 When you were called upon by Zeus, one of your oldest allies, to fight in Ragnarok, Indra was initially very persistent on you not doing this

🌊 But seeing how your opponent, Timothy Dexter, also known as the ‘Luckiest Idiot in History’, he felt a bit more at ease

🌊 Then the fight ensued and he kept, somehow, dodging and your attacks missed

🌊 Shiva and the other Hindu Gods could sense his slight nervousness from miles away, and it made them look at you with suspicion, maybe this human would be the death of you

🌊 Indra watched as you summoned your 12 Shikigami and he smirked, lightning his second cigarette with his lightning, knowing now you were getting serious

🌊 Seeing the human tranquilize and turn into shattered glass made him fully smile, knowing you were safe

🌊 Afterwards while he watched you mess around with Shiva, since he had only one arm while the others were regrowing, his joy grew

🌊 You were safe, and that's all that mattered

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🐍 He wanted to fight in Ragnarok himself

🐍 But watching you fight could suffice his urges for the moment

🐍 Once the human known as Timothy Dexter tried hitting you, his face turned from his prideful smile, to a deadly grimace

🐍 Loki did not like watching a human try harming his S/O, especially with their own attacks

🐍 He has seen you fight Gods, so he knew how powerful you were, but this human’s luck was immaculate, it even scared him!

🐍 When he saw you start getting serious, his smirk grew until he started to cackle like a psychopath

🐍 That's when everyone knew, that human was done for.

🐍 Eventually the match ended with Humanity's loss and Gods' win, and everyone on their side cheered for you, especially your husband

🐍 Loki hugged you and cooed how strong and amazing you were against that pathetic and feeble human

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📨 Hermes knew who was fighting before anyone else, as he was the Messenger of the Gods and sent out the requests for Ragnarok

📨 When he heard from his father that he needed a very strong opponent for Humanity, as he knew Brunhilde would pull someone out who was very strong

📨 He had recommened you

📨 You were giddy when he told you of your upcoming battle in Ragnarok, and he followed with a chuckle as you hugged him, thanking him for the opportunity to smash a human to bits

📨 Hermes watched next to his father as you smiled and made fun of this so called 'Luckiest Idiot in History' and he couldn't help but laugh with you

📨 His luck was immense, but he knew your 12 Shikigami could defeat him with ease

📨 Nobody had survived it yet, and nobody ever will. Unless you said they could, of course!

📨 When the round ended with your smooth victory, he relished in the happy smile you gave him and Zeus as you strolled up to where your husband was

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🪶 It was as if the whole Norse main family was fighting

🪶 Thor, Loki, Odin, and you were all set to fight in Ragnarok, and after Thor's first round, you were set for the third, before Poseidon and a random human

🪶 Odin watched as you smiled, patted your nephew and son's heads before kissing your life-long husband and preparing for battle

🪶 He knew you could handle yourself to any degree, you've fought in many wars together throughout the years

🪶 You stared at the human with sadism in your eyes while you husband glared with your son, and your nephew cheered you on loudly from the stands

🪶 Timothy Dexter? What a pathetic mortal. It made your husband's birds caw vicious words at him, causing Loki to laugh at him

🪶 Your battle was quick and sweet, only being delayed for 14 minutes because of your wish to see the human gain confidence before shattering their entire beings

🪶 It made Odin smirk sadistically as himself as the human shattered into nothing while you floating around Heimdall before returning to the comfort of his lap

[lakesbian]

already posted abt how noelle & the other s-class threats build on each other to make each successive threat convincingly more horrifying but noelle is rlly rlly good from the mental side of things too.

the entire time she's in the plot she's skidding towards a fate where she's no longer her & desperately clinging to the few things she has left to keep herself intact as long as possible--and then she's ultimately slowly taken over by her shard, becoming increasingly paranoid and combative, unable to access any part of herself but nigh-unrecognizably warped versions of her most base emotions & her conflict-related strategic abilities. and we get an interlude from her perspective as she's reaching the worst part of her decline, the part where she stops being noelle and starts being echidna, starts being something that used to be noelle but isn't anymore. eventually, the noelle-part of her body is completely cut off, and it changes nothing--it just regrows, and echidna keeps going. it looks like her, but she's gone, and has been for a while. there's eventually nothing left to do but to put the thing that used to be noelle down. it's deeply tragic, you get to watch it happen in slow-motion, and because of her interlude, you get to hear her own thoughts as she slips away. you learn what shard-takeover looks like. you learn how it inevitably has to end.

anyway then like 10 arcs later taylor is slowly taken over by her shard and also becomes increasingly paranoid and combative, unable to access any part of herself but nigh-unrecognizably warped versions of her most base emotions and her conflict-related strategic abilities, skidding to a fate where she's no longer her and desperately clinging to the few things she has left to keep herself intact as long as possible--and, well, you know how this type of story ends, because you've seen it before.

[extrajigs]

The FOOD POST!! Or well the build up to it. I figured before I could get started I need to first clarify some staple crops for Mirum. Not including most fruits cause hoo boy. These are crops of the floodplains, aka most populated areas of Mirum.

Big ass infodump to be found below!

First to be explained the flood plains have FIVE distinct growing 'zones' which are classified by how likely they are to be subject to flooding, as well as the associated fire risks. ZONE 5: Never Floods These areas will as stated, remain above water for all but the most record breaking seasonal flooding. Hilltops and highlands basically, this also means that they are at risk of tinder buildup and highest likelyhood for fire so watch out! ZONE 4: Occasionally Floods These areas are most of the time dry, maybe underwater at the peak of the season or if it was particularly heavy rain or maybe not at all! This level is also were most settlements will be built around, with some overlap into the areas before and after it. ZONE 3: Always Floods/Drains This is the majority of land in the Mirum Floodplain, these places will be sunk for minimum of 3 months of the year but above water the rest of the time. Plants that reside here have no way of not dealing with the flooding and this is also where we flip from Flooding to Draining! ZONE 2: Occasionally Drains The rivers of Mirum, these areas will most likely remain flooded for the entirety of the year. Only maybe draining out during the height of fire season, but even then its not super common. ZONE 1: Never Drains These are the deep bellies of Mirum's rivers and lakes. Where only years of lack luster rain and drought will drain them, a once in a century catastrophe! But typically they will remain filled with a substantial amount of water year round.

NOW PLANTS TIME! 1. Twin Leaf- These plants are grown in Zone 5 mainly for their fibrous stalk and leaves. The stalk is useful for making rope and all that jazz while young leaves are snipped off to be snacked on. Mature leaves are waxy and inedible once split, but young leaves are similar in texture to cabbage. 2. Dwarf Oak- Actually not related to oak at all but moreso named for the similarities in the nuts from the two plants. Here though the 'acorns' are filled with a milky substance that makes a pretty good butter substitute. 3. Funion- Yeah this is an onion, but like a fancy fantasy themed one. If I could just slap an onion in there I would. 4. Brittle Palm- This palm is covered in woody remnants of its old leaves, to get to the good bits you have to peel it down to the center. Ever had heart of palm? Same thing, only a bit saltier.

5. Bubble Grass- This grain spends all year waiting for the flood waters to come in, where it has two distinct seeds awaiting. Light air filled seeds to ride the current inland and heavier seeds to sink down with the receding water. It is named for the fact that these heavier seeds fizz and bubble on the way down. 6. Water-Tato- Listen potatoes are also ESSENTIAL to any world. How about these guys grow big ole tubers to last through the flood? Once they get sunk underwater the leaves die off and it waits out the flooding. Then it uses stored energy to pop right on up again! 7. Never Sleep- This plant reacts to the flood season by letting it's outer wood and leaves rot away, regrowing itself from the inside out! However the chemicals it produces to stave off bacteria and decay are quite potent stimulants. Thus it has become quite popular with chimera looking to get a rush at the expense of their overall health! 8. Stone Flower- These fruits grow on tall stalks until their weight eventually sends them down into the waters below. They float along thanks to sweet, spongey tissues carrying along a big ole seed in the center. Taste like a savory strawberry.

9. Chew- A fun, underwater grass with tough outer stalks and soft, sweet insides. You could go through the trouble of peeling it or always just chew and spit it out once you give up! 10. Rubber Weed- A seaweed, or well waterweed? Not really in the ocean. A waterweed who is actually seaweed and is treated as such! Would be very good dried and salted.

11. Tile- Named because a big patch of these can hide the water below completely, they are big ass water lilies farmed mainly for the soft fleshy lumps grown on the underside of their leaf. Though there are a bunch of thorns scattered in there. I wanna imagine that they taste of mild artichoke. 12. WATER-TATO DELUXE- I want to say this one is more similar to turnip, but its still there baby.

13. Oil Leak- These are underwater flowers. They bloom during the flood season and rely on poor creatures swimming through the clouds of oily pollen they spit up and sinking into the flower patch below, slowly suffocating as their writing only furthers the cycle of death. Also if you get it on you then you'll be feeling sticky for weeks after. Fun to smear on your friends!

[gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat]

Group H, Round 3, Poll 4:

Propaganda under the cut

Nadja of Antipaxos

Gaslights her fellow vampires when she knows she's wrong, gatekeeps info from familiar Guillermo, girlbosses by running her own doomed nightclub

She is the Girlboss, but also Girlloser of the show. Turned her own husband into a vampire (taking charge in a male-dominated field!) And further, in Season 3 she came out on top when her and Nandor were fighting over who would truly lead the Vampiric Council. Opened her own Vampire Nightclub! (Which she embezzled to death but shhh!) As for Gatekeep, she definitely gatekeeps both vampirism (Guillermo) and her friendship (The Guide). Does hypnosis count as Gaslight? I'm gonna count it in because she does hypnotize a lot of people. I could go on and on, but anyways Nadja is an icon and a queen and I love her.

Ianthe Tridentarius

She is trying so hard to be the main character by lying and manipulating her sister, her cavalier, her mentor, her ?love interests? (Spoiler???) And also god. Not sure how it's working out for her but she does love to lie and manipulate

Worstie Ianthe is the DEFINITION of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. She is one of a set of necromancer twins that are the heirs to their houses rule. Except wait, only she is a necromancer and she has spent their entire lives doing necromancy for the both of them. She is constantly mean to their cavalier, Naberius, who she occasionally nibbles on like a chew toy, before eventually killing and eating him to ascend to sainthood. She goes to gods spaceship with another woman who ascended to sainthood who she has a crush on, this other woman is like…. Both incredibly mentally unwell and also haunted by at least 211 ghosts. Ianthes method of flirting with her? Gaslighting her about the corpse that keeps moving around and hiding under her bed. For no real reason tbh. She is clearly plotting to overthrow god, and at the moment that consists of her manipulating him while he’s too sad about his long term partners betraying him and subsequently exploding to really care. She dresses in terrible outfits and makes soup by burning onions to the bottom of a pot, putting meat in and some vegetables and then it doesn’t taste like anything so she puts in a few teaspoons of salt so it tastes like a few teaspoons of salt. She had her crush amputate her arm and regrow her a new one out of bone and it’s one of the horniest things I’ve read in my life.

"Gaslight = told her lobotomized (she helped), schizophrenic girlobsession that there was no corpse under their bed, even tho there totally was. Gatekeep = girl did NOT share the secret to god-like ascension. She kept that shit to herself until it was time to eat her boytoy, and by then everyone knew already. Girlboss = she has a non-necromancer twin sister, and literally Everyone thinks they r both necromancers because Ianthe is so good at it. She reverse engineered ascending to the aforementioned ascension without even completing any of the supplementary tasks. She held her own in a fight against a 10k year old lyctor. She becomes the figurehead of her entire empire. "

She uses a man as a chewtoy in the first book, literally gaslights the protagonist of the second book about a corpse, and elder-abuses God when he gets depressed in the third book. Nobody is doing it like her.

Dives headfirst with no regrets while basically laughing and covered in blood into murdering her cavalier once she realizes what the gothic locked room mystery/competition leads to while everyone else is questioning it, helps perform lobotomy on harrow so she doesn't remember the person she loves, manipulates everyone to get to the top

idk just everything about her

her relationship with her sister is incredibly Bad, she fosters codependency and views Corona(the sister) as an extension of herself. This does not stop her from keeping up the con that Corona actually has magic (She doesn't, it was always just Ianthe) for 22ish years and every single person who interacts with them falls for it. She killed a man against his will (most dying for this purpose specifically go willingly) and she consumed him and she will be burning his soul for eternity. She's completely repulsive and still somehow incredibly hot.

she takes advantage of the fact that the main character is prone to hallucinations. at one point she gaslights the mc into believing that the corpse under her bed isn't real just because she can. she reverse engineered a set of very complex trials on her own without anyone realizing she had the skills to complete them normally. she's also babysat god through his drunk and pathetic era.

Artist: @starcanist