#using that ironically cause it's funny

[loneycorner]

@elogaming , mother, I love you, a lot. really. I do.

But man.

[thespiderwhisperer]

iron my beloved <3 i decided to give each master a motif for their design-- veils' was teeth/claws hanging from its robes and iron is these bar-like rectangles, since someone else is using a rhombus/diamond pattern now >:3

i chose a hammerhead(ed) bat for iron purely from appearance alone-- only later did i discover that they. honk. instead of Normal Bat Noises. which is such a funny reason for why iron doesnt speak xhsbxh

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Lmao the fact that the squad confirmed that no one realizes Viorson can read the others mind; so while they have a full on debate-turned into profession of love-battle of flirtation… everyone else is just watching them squint dramatically, with rapid reactions to the other, in the most random drop of a hat minutes without end… and just 0 context 🤣

[mymreaderlibrary]

Could always go for some old man yaoi between Price and an older veteran reader so here are some ramblings.

[Old friends, pre relationship, yearning, beard buddies, ramblings/ no coherency].

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The 141's mission calls for a specialization that they don't meet (at least not well enough to risk failure), but what would you know Price has an old buddy who can help. The thing is he's a veteran who's not all that interested in exiting his retirement especially considering he lost a limb. However he's not one to abandon those in need and with a little convincing he decides to assist, offering his expertise mostly off of the field.

In their downtime y/n and Price get to catch up and spend some time together over drinks. It's been a while since they've seen each other considering how differently they now lead their lives. Y/n is embarrassed to admit he's already getting grey hairs as Price questions his brutally short buzzcut. He never used to cut his hair like that even in his younger years. Price jokes that he's disappointed that y/n is trying to hide his new silver fox look. Y/n says he'll get to see it when it starts growing into his beard. Maybe it's the alcohol but the teasing lingers in both of their minds, feeling more sincere than joking.

Even if they've spent a lot of time apart there's still things they know about each other by heart. Particularly how apprehensive y/n is to being assisted with anything. There's no fragility allowed as he'd rather grin and bare it than accept help, especially with his new(ish) disability. Price doesn't speak on the matter, but he does get frustrated at the other man's stubbornness, a subtle crinkle to his eye as he watches his friend struggle.

Speaking of stubbornness, the 141 get to "enjoy" having two hardheaded older men on the same team. Double the scolding and double the exasperated sighing, somehow it's like being together has combined them into the ultimate grumpy old man. Laswell wouldn't admit it but once their voices start to layer over each other she tunes them out. They're gonna be going in circles for a while and it's near impossible to stop them. It would be almost comedic if it didn't happen all the damn time. ( Worst of all is that most of their arguments are them agreeing on something, but thinking the other misunderstood due to how they phrased their response).

Night times are often nostalgic, neither of them are heavy sleepers so if one wakes up so does the other. They try to get as much sleep in when they can, but if they feel like reminiscing over times long gone then who's to stop them. Stories about Price's younger years in training and y/n's experience with that one damn drill instructor who seemed to hate his guts. Stories about how shitty their first long range shots were and how they could barely even hit the target. Stories about all the times they found themselves in some form of trouble be it on the field or in base. Y/n remembers the time they had to share one shitty cot that they almost punched each other over. Price remembers when they were stuck in a tundra for over a month and were so excited to have a hot shower again they just went at the same time. Neither of them mention how much they actually enjoyed that closeness and how both of them were too cowardly to initiate anything. But they do mention the day they got split up, sent to entirely different countries. Y/n admits to being disappointed he hadn't gotten the chance to say goodbye... Price says he's glad they didn't, sometimes goodbye's like those are bad luck.

They take a moment to look at each other, see scars old and new, wrinkles forming in places that used to be so smooth. Price can't help but look at y/n's eyes, seeing that familiar color that never seemed to fade despite all its seen. He thinks back to that warm shower over a decade ago and how they looked then too. The steam that rose from y/n's chest, the subtle brush of skin they shared as they tried to dance around each other. He remembers that expectation of something more that never came.

They squeeze each other's hands, but the moment passes in silence and neither of them move. Eventually they break eye contact and drift back to sleep.

It seems even now they’re still too cowardly.

[wonder-worker]

"It is too easy to dismiss [Leonor of Navarre] as an overambitious schemer who would do anything to obtain a crown, shedding the blood of her own siblings and her subjects in order to attain the throne. However, a deeper investigation of her long lieutenancy and ephemeral reign shows a woman who fought tenaciously to preserve her place but also worked tirelessly to administer a realm which was crippled by internal conflict and the center of the political schemes of France, Aragon, and Castile. She tried to broker peace, fight off those who opposed her, repair the wounds caused by conflict, protect the sovereignty of the realm, and keep the wheels of governance turning. Leonor was not always successful in achieving all of these aims but given the background of conflict and the lack of cooperation she received from all of her family members, bar her loyal husband, it is a huge achievement that she survived to wear the crown at all. Many writers have argued that Leonor deserved the troubled lieutenancy, personal tragedies, an ephemeral reign, and a blackened reputation, basing their assumption that she committed a crime that cannot be [conclusively] proven. However, a more fitting description of her would be that of a resolute ruler who successfully overcame a multitude of challenges in order to survive in a difficult political landscape and gain a hard-fought throne.”

— Elena Woodacre, "Leonor of Navarre: The Price of Ambition", Queenship, Gender and Reputation in the Medieval and Early Modern West, 1060-1600 (Edited by Zita Eva Rohr and Lisa Benz)

[the-star-rigel]

I actually can’t stop laughing bro 99% of x men movies are just Magneto auramaxxing like I hate that term but that’s exactly what it is

[theology101]

I love Avengers Endgame cause it’ll bounce between characters at such a drastically different power level but try to present them as the same

Hawkeye and Bucky either have to nail a headshot or loos multiple projectiles against the Outriders, each one of the weakest enemy on the field a major threat

Star-Lord and friends are having a bit of a better time, their weaponry being a guarantee instant kill but even they are only one unlucky gunshot are one horde too large before they’re done for

Then it cuts to Thor, Captain Marvel or Strange just… INSTANT ONE SHOT KOs against like, 4 dozen foes.

Every part is a major part and obviously the street level heroes are nessecary for the avengers but man… that disparity is INTENSE

[todayisafridaynight]

plane scene is so funny cause why is mine a sleeper agent that wakes up whenever daigo is mentioned

can’t wait to see it in dragon engine :3

mine has been the winner for Funniest Character Imaginable for 15 consecutive years and i have yet to see anyone come close i fear

[freebooter4ever]

holy shit for the first time in ten years i forgot nicks birthday

[phantom-whale-pelvis]

If I find ONE more person on tumblr going "haha yeah the ship didn't happen in cannon. let's be delulu about it together!" or "i know this is a bit of a stretch but i'm gonna be delulu about it" OR "yeah I'm so delulu about this character I relate to" I. Will. Fucking. Scream.

[the-monkey-ruler]

Jinling Shengmu is so cool I’d love to see her show up more as Princess Iron Fan’s mom. And I guess Huaguang since he married Princess Iron Fan. I was so surprised to learn there’s a small temple out there where she’s worshipped alongside him since the end of the Ming dynasty.

I just wrapped up Journey to the South but I'll be honest it was just... way too boring. It is supposed to be after the Journey to the West but legit there was never really a connection to the story besides Wukong being in the first chapter and being the one to take down Huaguang in the last chapter. Otherwise, it is kind of a rinse-and-repeat plot with no real development because Huaguang keeps making more mistakes. I even thought that Princess Iron Fan in this verse was just different as well because she didn't have the Banana Leaf Fan she had like literally Iron Fan and acted like she never had a husband or son, just always living with her brother and mother.

If we are ever to get Nanyouji media they best just make it about Wukong and his kids fighting Huaguang because literally, the only interesting story line I enjoyed was him going to the demon city to save his demon mother and trying to cure her of her desire to eat humans. But that is only at the end!

But I wasn't aware of the temple which is really cool! If you have a temple or local for the temple please let me know!

[sysig]

Game time >:3c (Patreon)

[corpse-carnival]

Something good.

today has been a wash in feelings. I'm stressed, a lot is going on, I'm highly anxious and ext. but after writing in my journal I decided to list some of the good things recently and one that means a lot to me and that I wish to share here is... the other day I asked peoples opinions on a list of names and with one person in particular, while the initial responses made my head do a spin and made me upset, that person later gave me one of the most... honouring? explanations to a name they thought suits me. They said Rain was a name they would pick for me as it feels more me to them and said- "Rain is a symbol of renewal and rebirth. It represents change, growth, and transformation, and can inspire us to let go of the past and embrace the future. Rain can be giving of life. Promoting the growth of flowers, trees, feeding rivers. But rain can also be destructive and unforgiving. It can crumble the earth, and cause landslides that change the entire ecosystem. A natural force blown in with the unpredictable gales of the earth. A calm, or destructive force." Now, "rain" itself, as a base name(the sound of it)- does not suit me. but the meaning and explanation of it absolutely does. and a thing about me is I love things that mean death, growth, rebirth, and ect. My favourite tarot card is death and one of my favourite flowers is the red Lycoris (spider lily). and for someone.. to see me encompassing that of which I hold so dearly makes me cry. but a good cry. one where I'm glad I can be that. I'm also a very emotional person, I feel strongly. I feel intensely. So i get the second half of why it fits me as well. I wanna find a name with a very similar meaning for me and or find rain in a language that i think sounds better. But I will hold that explanation very close to my chest for a very long time. And I just wanted to share this I guess. Afterwards I'm like 'is this weird.' but i genuinely just wanted to share something that I perceived as positive in a time where I'm not feeling such, nor are the people around me. Please take care of yourselves. please.

[pomorama]

I find it incredibly funny from a meta/author perspective, that Ancient Greece decided to name their protagonist that angers many people “Anger Bringer” but, even funnier, is the in universe understating that anyone who meets Odysseus must have had the thought “oh dear, how unfortunate to be named hateful/hated” and then they have exactly One conversation with him and go “Ah I see now”

For reference, Odysseus’ name sounds very much like the Greek word odussomai, which can roughly mean “I am angry at” or “I am the cause of anger” (or simply “to hate” or “to dismiss”), a fact that is used for ironic effect frequently in the Odyssey.

It’s also specifically stated in Book 19 that Odysseus’ grandfather, a master thief and one who has also pissed off a lot of people, specifically named him this because “I am disliked by many, all across the world, and I dislike them back. So name the child Odysseus.” 19.428

Bro looked at his grandson and thought “Ahaha, this one’s going to be a troublemaker like me. Better get him started early.”

It’s like a terrible allegory for cause and effect or something.

[todayisafridaynight]

Ichiban is so into his street surfer that he got all his buddies including old Grandpa Kiryu to start using one.

Street Surfer need that E For Everyone rating mk its good for your typical tourist its good for your stubborn-as-dick grandpa with Allegedly radiation cancer and it's great for your lesbian crawfish and her hermit crab girlfriend

[yzzart]

I read your stuff for Dante and ohmegosh!! Just the kind of fluff one can enjoy after a grueling day ^-^

If you're still interested in Scenarios, how about one where his girl is in danger?

I don't know, I just can't help but picture a scary calm Dante going in to save his girl (maybe even angry enough to activate Devil Trigger) and his girl, safe, if not still freaked out- sees he's still angry, and tries to crack a joke just to help bring her boy back down from the rage- then him just laughing weakly at her joke before pulling her in for a tight but still gentle hug

WANNA KEEP ON ROLLIN', BABY! ── DANTE

── content warnings: F!reader, reference to the anime, mention of Devil Trigger and Sparda, words mentioning violence, jokes and puns.

── word count: 824!

They came to you. — Capable of being neglected, wicked to execute any malevolence, cruelty for exultation, will; sustaining the pure hatred that ran in their blood and determined and unwilling to spread torture and killing to anyone. — And with the assistance of an organization.

It was funny, ironic, in that case, that the characteristics mentioned could, without thinking, fit DARKCOM. — And Dante suspected, knew, that they influenced his location to those damned ones.

The so-called “Lieutenant Arkham” mentioned your name in Dante’s ears as she unnaturally tried to kill him. — She expressed and articulated questions related to you, without conveying the disgust and anger she felt for the demon hunter. — This man held himself back from ripping off, at the very least, her skin entirely.

You have been kidnapped. — Involved, attached to an ambush and enduring, being subjected, to the role of hostage; trying not to go crazy, to convey a horrified and weak reaction. — The weird and wretched white rabbit warned that he would stab the half-demon's weaknesses; from the amulet to the woman he loves.

Sparda's son — a reality that would need time to gain recognition — would not make his father's mistake, leaving and causing the lack of protection and death of his wife. — Even if that means eternal destiny in the underworld or the end of possible humanity.

Damn, that would be, respectfully, extraordinary with a soundtrack in the background. — He couldn't help but think; that was so cheesy, it was Dante's kind of thing.

These things, uttered by the merciless mouth of the disproportionate easter bunny, of “devil trigger” or “true form” that ran through Dante sounded like pure nonsense; something that he, even being a dumb chatterbox, would not think. — Until they revealed themselves to him, they reciprocated his fury, hatred and transformed him into a certain creature that he did not recognize. — However, he feared that his appearance could be a part of who Sparda was.

Dante never saw, verified — or created, relatively, with his imagination and creativity — the true appearance of Sparda; obviously, he heard stories or narratives about him. — But, he heard from those stupid brutes that he looked like the traitorous demon.

Deep down, if he ended up alive, he would delve deeper, searching with efficiency and interest, into the true story of his father. — Without having something trustworthy, or a living witness who wouldn't want to end his skin, Dante would have a long road ahead. — Everyone wanted a piece of him, what a desired man.

Recovering his honesty with himself, Dante only hoped that you would get used to his new image; and he hoped that you would like it too. — He has wings, rocky structures of pure red and lava predominated his body, horns and eyes, terribly, yellow. — It was still him.

It was still Dante.

“Dante?” — ​​Your voice determined strangeness, at the same time, fascination and not insinuating a panic or disgust of the demonic creature before your eyes; carrying an impetuous composure in the environment, which was, totally, destroyed. — “I can’t believe it…?”

“In flesh, bone and claws.” — The altered voice, barely recognized, conveyed feigned enthusiasm, displacing the fury of the previous moment, the man suggested a pun. — “It’s all kind of new to me.” — He tilted his head, feeling the weight of the horns; Dante was taller, not that it changed anything between the height difference between you before his transformation. — “Very new, actually.”

It was recognizable, and somewhat indescribable, that there was a deep mixture of emotions rising in Dante's chest; just as his voice determined frustration and bitter anger. — A disturbance that he began to feel the first second his amulet was taken from him. — And they had almost done the same thing to you.

Sliding your eyes over your boyfriend's robust and impressive, hellish body, you captured lines, reminiscent of lava, shining as he breathed; enraged reactions remained in Dante. — You couldn't judge him, but you also couldn't leave him like that.

“At least you won’t have to worry about transportation, will you?” — Not knowing what to actually do to help him, you had to use his own weapon: his lame puns. — “Is it faster than a plane, big boy?” — ​​You were referring to the wings, which made Dante’s body like his coat.

Sparda's son laughed, exclaiming a sudden and sharp laugh, making your skin crawl as he listened and he could not believe that you would be subject to consuming your comedian side at a time like this.

“I don’t know, ma'aam.” — He moved his body, showing off, and with reason and without problems, your eyes contemplated more than they should, planning something. — “Do you want to find out for yourself?” — Taking control and opening his wings, signaling that he was about to take you out of there, Dante suggested putting the plan into practice. — "Why don’t demons fly first class?"

Yeah, Dante was still Dante.