#I just think the ninja in skirts or something

[askthatoneanacondraikaiguy]

Omg it's so random but Does Kai and Skylor still wear clothes to hide potential genitals from people ? If so, how Wu does get the clothes ? Because they're both pretty large and tall so they need extra sized clothe now.

Does Kai and Skylor still sleep in a bed ? You said they can pretty much curl on themselves and sleep anywhere but maybe they could sleep together in a king sized matress with a lot of warm blankets ?

Okay, yeah, that's definitely random! But, a reasonable question.

So, I'm gonna answer your ask in reverse, so that any snake people nudity can be included under a read more. Later, I'll post the illustration of Kai napping separately (with a matching Skylor art) too for people who wanna reblog that but not the rest of this answer.

As for beds, yeah, Kai and Skylor can still sleep in beds. They usually do. However, they are also very comfortable sleeping from suspended forms. Anacondrai would sleep in swamp trees and rainforest branches suspended over bodies of water for quick escapes and opportunistic hunting opportunities.

(I'm realizing now; considering how large Anacondrai can get, they almost definitely hunted gators at some point in history)

As for concern of nudity and clothes:

Skylor and Kai technically don't need to wear clothes, but it'd feel pretty weird if they didn't, like walking around in underwear but not pants; technically you're covered but Man It Feels Weird.

I personally HC that Skylor didn't get to pick out much of her wardrobe growing up with her father, so she's taking advantage of her new freedom to use it to express herself. She may have no control over being an Anacondrai or how that looks, but she has control over how she dresses now, and she embraces that.

in season 5, Wu apparently orders the Ninjas clothes? Not just the tea uniforms, it's suggested that their new ninja uniforms arrive that way too. He probably has a friend or something in textile and fashion work that he can call up for getting the clothes for his Ninja.

Skylor doesn't have that and I don't think she would have been taught how to alter clothes, but I figure she could go to Nya for help on that front. Nya designed her own Samurai suit (and also had more than a few hand-me-down outfits in her life), she definitely knows how to alter clothes to fit better. Kai is the one who suggests it when he sees Skylor struggling with, say, skirts designed for human waists and not Serpentine ones.

Further answer (including an illustration; not NSFW I don't think but there are no clothes) under the read more;

Snakes genitalia is internal, so, no, at any given point Kai and Skylor don't have to worry about it. The closest to that would be the pelvic spurs, but I HC those only occur on wild snakes and not on Serpentine. It's one of the ways you can tell a Serpentine newborn apart from a normal snake.

(Fun Fact: Anacondas are ovoviviparous, meaning they hatch their eggs internally and give birth to live young instead of laying eggs like Pythons)

(why'd I dedicate so much time to the lighting on the scales in this? No clue)

For some reason Aspheera canonically has breasts (or the implication of them in the contour of her clothing at least). But I refuse to think about what that implies for Serpentine as a whole. Skylor's transformation has basically just given her thicker scale armor across her chest.

I hope that answers your questions!

#anacondrai kai #permanent anacondrai au #ninjago au #ninjago kai #triple m art #skylor chen #skylor ninjago #anacondrai skylor

[slut-4sasuke]

Obey

Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha x Reader

Summary: The reader enjoys Sasuke’s dominance

Warning: SMUT!! dom!sasuke, sub!reader, f reader, oral, fingering, rough sex

Word Count: 2.4k

A//N: This is my first “dominate” story line and i’m trying😭 I hope you all enjoy it💗

“UCHIHA!” I slam open the door to his room. “I don’t know why you would ever put me with Suigetsu!” I look around his room and see it’s empty. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I turn around and walk back down the hallway. He knows we don't get along and he would leave me for dead before a fight began.

I was met at a crossroad of hallways. I look left and nothing. I look right and a tall figure covered in the shadows with his katana behind him, tucked into the purple ropes hanging at his waist. He was still, his back to me, the Uchiha clan crest was visible from as far as the eye could see. “Uchiha!” I stomped my foot down and crossed my arms, “Suigetsu! I would do better by myself than dealing with him acting like a nuisance.”

I felt the breeze from him appearing right in front of me. His hand immediately wraps around my throat and lifts me up to stand on my toes. His cold eyes stare into me, “you need to watch your tone, lady.” Sasuke’s voice was deeper than usual, he was serious. “Just because you both don't get along doesn’t mean you both aren’t great ninja.” His eyes trailed down past my eyes and to my lips. I held onto his wrist and my teeth were clenched. “I understand Sasuke.” I sigh and force a meaningless smile. He drops his grip from my throat and I fall to my knees. My hands rubbed where his hands were. Sasuke’s face was above my ear, “I like when you obey.” I know a smirk formed on his lips. He pulls away and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

I did think Sasuke had an amazing muscular build and chiseled features, but he was a chick magnet and I had no time to be jealous. I choose to use my brain instead of my heart…or my pants. I’ve watched too many just melt at his voice. I must’ve been staring since Sasuke coughed to eliminate the awkward silence. He chuckles, “you look like you want something.” “I'm just fine without you.” He nods, “I never mentioned me, but you did.” “Oh!” My cheeks burn with embarrassment. I rub the back of my neck and look down. Sasuke's fingers slide under my chin and his thumb rests on my cupid's bow. Tilting my head up he brushes his thumb across my lips. I smirk and hollow my cheeks, taking his thumb slowly into my mouth. My tongue slides and swirls over his thumb. I suck on his thumb and tilt my head back. His thumb slides out of my mouth and down my chin. His eyes locked onto me and my body, he bites his bottom lip, “stand.”

I couldn’t lie to myself, I was one of those girls too. I melt with his dominance.

I get to my feet, Sasuke’s eyes going down my body as I stand up, extending myself. I cross my arms pushing my chest together a bit in my already very revealing low cut shirt. Sasuke closed his eyes and held back a moan causing a rumble inside of his throat. His left arm points in the direction of the hallway next to him. His room. His room was down this hall.

I was eager now that I knew he wanted me. I almost skipped down the hallway with excitement, but I didnt wanna seem desperate. My hands drop and sit at my hips as I slowly pass Sasuke down the hall.

Sasuke follows behind watching how my ass moves with each step I take. He squatted slightly to look at all angles. I turn my head slightly watching him in my peripheral. I sway my hips and pull my skirt up, exposing more leg. Sasuke growls and pushes my chest against a wall. My hands keep me from colliding with the wall too harshly. I lay my face on the wall and look at Sasuke. His hands run down my hips and over my ass. He stops, “You’re gonna listen. You’re gonna obey.” He smacks my ass and leans into my neck smelling me. I bit my lip turned on, “yes Sasuke.” I close my thighs and roll my hips back, pushing my ass out. His hand runs under my skirt but stays on my ass. Sasuke presses his chest to mine and chuckles.

With his other hand, his fingers plunged inside of my walls. I gasp and smack my hands against the wall. His two fingers pump inside of me rapidly and his other hand leaves my ass to cover my mouth, “we can't have everyone hearing you.” I moan into his hand and close my eyes. He pressed his chest closer to my back and his bulge presses against my ass. I tighten my walls and stand on my toes. My eyes started to tear as I was near my orgasm. “I wanna feel you cum on this cock.” Sasuke pulls his fingers out and looks at how they glisten with my wetness. I drop to my feet panting with both hands still pressed against the wall. He smirks, removing his other hand from my mouth and his two fingers enter. He slides them over my tongue and I wrap my lips around them. Tasting all the juices on Sasuke's fingers, he looked at me pleased, “good girl.” He removes himself from behind me and pulls his fingers out. Ropes of spit connected his fingers to my mouth. Sasuke smiles and uses his wet hand to smack my ass. I whimper and press my body closer to the wall. “Let’s go.”

I walked in front of Sasuke with my hands behind my back and my left hand holding my right wrist. We made it to his room and the door was open. I forgot to close it. “Someone must’ve been in here.” He slowly walks in front of me holding onto his katana. “It was me.” I raise one hand, “I was looking for you to talk and you weren’t here.” I spoke softly and Sasuke just stared, “ever heard of knocking?” He was stern and direct. “You weren’t even in there anyway.” I mumble looking down and kicking some dirt around. Sasuke appears before me, “knocking would have let you know that.” He must have something in there he doesn’t want anyone to see. “You will never be able to come in or out of this room unless told…” He waited for a response from me. “Yes Sasuke.” He looked so hot when he was serious and demanding.

Sasuke walks into his room and to his closet. His back was to me and he rummaged for something. “On the bed.” He turned his head quickly to make sure I obeyed his orders. I walked to the bed and sat with my ankles across another. I bat my eyes as I see Sasuke’s. He turns around holding a rope folded in half in both of his hands. I smirk and bite my lip. I closed my thighs as I was way too turned on. “Looks like we both will enjoy this.” Sasuke groans and walks to me. With each step he smacked the rope lightly into his hand. I take a deep breath of eagerness and excitement.

Sasuke stood a foot in front of me, looking down as he towered me. Without even blinking his hands set themselves on my shoulder, with the rope in one of his hands, he brushes over my skin leaving goosebumps. His hands trail down to fingertips. He moves his hands to cover my wrists and forces them above my head. Swiftly he ties my wrists and pushes me back.

I stared at the ceiling for a moment before my toes curl and a scream leaves my mouth. Sasuke wasted not even a minute before slamming his cock into me with a loud moan. His hand smacks my mouth and his fingers dig into my cheeks. With each word he spoke a hard thrust followed, “You… Will… Be… A… Quiet… Little… Slut… Ok?” I nod my head and he smacks the cheek and then moves his hand to my throat, “Good.” Sasuke grabbed a hold of my tied wrists and pinned them down. My feet were planted on the bed and my back rose. I had to cum I couldnt hold it another time. His hair hung inches from my face as he grunted and moaned with each of his thrusts. “You will not cum until I allow it.” I whimper out little moans, Sasuke was pleased to see me like this. He smirked looking into my needy and helpless eyes. His thrusts never slowed down, I couldn’t tell who needed who more. I gasp feeling a knot in my stomach. I clench my walls around Sasuke and my legs wrap around his waist. I pull him closer and his cock slams into the back walls of my pussy. “HOLY SHIT!” I scream and release all of myself onto Sasuke. Sasuke moaned and his fingers dug into my neck and tightened his grip around my wrists. “(Y/N) you did not have permission.” My chest pushed into his and I let a deep long sigh. I collapsed into the bed and looked up at Sasuke; his stamina was the same, he wasn't even close to done yet. My legs release from around him and he lifts his knee onto the bed.

“Now I'm gonna finish, no matter what condition I leave you in.” I hold a moan inside listening to his raspy voice. Sasuke flips me over on my stomach. He pulls me by my hips bringing my sensitive clit to brush the tip of his cock. My back arches from the sensation, lifting my ass.

Sasuke grabs my ass in mid air and rips my skirt off. His hand slides across my ass left to right, brushing my clit and wet folds. I moan desperately and push my hips back to him. He chuckles and his fingers plunge into me. He pushes my head down into the mattress, holding it there. His fingers curl into my g-spot. I tighten my walls and close my legs together. I moan into the sheets and I feel a stream of juices flow out of my body.

Sasuke enjoyed it and immediately dived into my pussy. His lips suck on my folds as his tongue licks all the pleasure he provided. “You are just so sweet (Y/N).” He hums into my pussy as he slurps all of my mess up. He pulls away and his hand meets my ass harshly. I jump and moan pushing my ass closer to him wanting more. His hands dig into my hips and he pulls me closer, slamming his cock inside he lets a deep groan out. “Fuck that pussy is just so fucking tight.” I was pushed forward from his force and my face stayed into the sheets. I close my eyes as Sasuke slowly pulls out, just leaving his tip barely in. SLAM. Again he thrusts back inside of me. My tied wrists move closer inward lifting me up onto my elbows. I moan and try to keep a steady breath along with balance. My legs shook with each long and hard thrust. He pulled out once again and stayed like that.

His tip stayed right at my entrance and I clenched my walls earning a loud moan from him. He slams his cock into me now thrusting consistently. Keeping a steady and fast pace. His groans were low and deep. I knew he was close. I bounce my ass back onto him to match his thrusts. This drives him berserk. His nails grip deeper, which I didn't think was possible, keeping me closer. Sasuke pants and one hand moved to grab my hair. My head snapped back and his eyes were looking into mine. His bottom lip tucked under a couple teeth of his. His grunts are deep and inconsistent. I knew he was close. I smirk, barely able to handle any more of what he had to give.

I clench my walls and moan before cumming one last time. I was beaten and my body collapsed. Sasuke wasn't. He lifts my hips and continues his motion. My walls were stretched and swollen. Sasuke paid it no mind, it only gave him more pleasure. His throat rumbles and hums as his grip on my throat tightens. He tilts his head back and holds me close. Sasuke groans into my ear and pushes his cock further. I lay my head on his shoulder and move my head to face his neck. My lips attach to his neck sucking lightly and my teeth grab onto his skin pulling a bit. He moans and I feel his cock twitch and shoot cum inside of me. Sasuke inhales deeply through his nose. He thrusts one more time before letting me go. My mouth breaks from his neck as I collapse onto the bed, all limbs shaking.

My head tilts down to watch him. Sasuke steps up onto his feet and adjusts his rope. His head tilted down and his cock was coated with both of our cum. “Clean this up.” He points down to his cock and my head lifts up. I crawl around to him with my hands tied still. I sat on all fours, my eyes crossed to look at his cock and how the cum nearly dripped off. I lick my lips and my tongue reaches the tip, swirling around it. My eyes look up to Sasuke and his hand reaches for my hair. Before he forces my head, I take Sasuke’s full length into my mouth. My nose at the base and my eyes still on Sasuke as he groans and his eyes shut. I hum with his cock in my mouth, which caused Sasuke’s legs to shake. He pushes his hips closer and his cock pushes down my throat, his tip presses to the back of my throat. I pull my head back with ropes of spit hanging from my mouth and his cock. I breathe heavily and wipe my mouth on my shoulder. I sit on my legs panting and batting my eyes at Sasuke.

Sasuke uses my skirt on the floor to wipe all the spit off of himself. Getting himself back together, he turns around facing the door, “I’m going to train, you…” His head turns and his cold eyes stare into me, “you have a mission with Suigetsu.” He chuckles and leaves his room. I groan and look at my hands, “what about THIS!?” I yell out lifting my wrists. “Figure it out!” I hear him yell from down the hall. I bite on the knot, pulling the rope with my teeth.

#sasuke uchiha #sasuke x reader #sasuke #sasuke smut #naruto shippuden #uchiha x reader #uchiha #sasuke imagines #sasuke gif #slut-4sasuke #sasuke uchiha smut

[tblsomedoodles]

More ninja club please

Yeah Sure! I got a fully fledged comic coming out tomorrow for it, but i have a few things I can share to hold you until then lol : )

For one, here's this incredibly lazy/quick comic i did. (It's NaNoWriMo so a lot of my time is going to writing atm.)

Yes, i officially made Rafa and Donny twins for this lol. They are completely indifferent to this information, treating it like a fun fact while their brothers are freaking out : )

anyways, i've got a few more 'fun facts' that i've ironed out over the last week or so.

Mikey's pronouns (which i had previously listed as he/she with an unsure questionmark ) are officially "Any". The dude does not care what is used for him, though his brothers usually use masculine since he often refers to himself as their brother. (I would also like to state, that Mikey definitely wears skirts more often than any of them. He finds some with some cool patterns and just goes mad with chaotic power lol)

Donny and Rafa are both transmasc (though Rafa's more nonbinary than straight up masc.) (i've mentioned i was thinking about it in the tags at one point but the idea kinda stuck. so here we are.) Both grew up as boys, not realizing this until later. Rafa finds out during their first heath check with the triceritons. but triceritons care less about gender than Rafa cares about clothes so Rafa continued use of masculine terms did not phase them in the slightest. No more than when they started using more neutral pronouns later on. Donny realized this when puberty events started happening a year or so before he met Mikey.

Anyways, i think that's it for now. again, i have a comic i'm posting tomorrow (with a speedpaint of the last page. b/c i remembered to record something for once lol.)

Thank you!

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #ninja club au #my doodles #yeah i'm having quite a bit of fun with this au #i even started writing something for it #but idk when that will come out

[heejayy]

Not sure which jjk char you write for but pick your three favs and please do HCs on how they would flirt with a crush! 😄

JJK || Flirting with their crush

Warning • swearing

Characters • Gojo, Megumi, itadori x reader

Genre • a little fluff/crack

a/n: I wrote this the day you sent the request and forgot to post it I’m sorry babes 😭❤️

Gojo <3

He’s not subtle…like at all but this is gojo we’re talking about

Gojo flirts with everyone so you couldn’t even tell he was interested in you.

He does anything to get a reaction from you.

wraps his arm around your shoulders, teases you and makes silly kissy face towards you when you walk by

You just think he’s being an annoying child but gojo is being gojo to mask the nervousness

He just wants your attention🥹

He thinks your the most beautiful thing that has walked this earth.

“Wassup mamas you look mighty fine today” you rolled your eyes as you pass by wearing nothing but sweat pants and a hoodie.

“Mamas?…Boy bye”

“Damn baby”

But he’s not like this all the time he can be real sweet which makes you nervous

“Hey pretty girl did you eat today?” He asked sitting food in front of you. You shook your head no mumbling a thank you.

When he confessed to you, you laughed in his face which actually hurt him.

Over the past few days after the confession you gave it some real thought and decided to ask him.

“Did you really mean it when you said you…liked me?” He immediately nodded trying to hold back his smile.

“Alright pretty boy prove it”

Megumi <3

He doesn’t flirt… like at all

He’s almost afraid to because he’s scared he might say something stupid or offensive and on top of that he doesn’t speak much anyways

So when he sees you he just likes to stare

he’s been caught by Gojo thousands of times and for that he gets called creep

So they have this inside joke…or well more like gojo has a inside joke alone calling him ‘creeper’ when ever you’re around to get a rise out of him

You just look at them confused and walk away which makes Megumi mad

Gojo just laughs

And if he does flirt it’s more like him noticing the little things about you which makes you very flustered

“You uh- changed your nail color to pink?” He asks avoiding eye contact.

“Oh yeah, you like it?”

YES HE FUCKING LOVES IT

“Yeah it’s cool” mentally slaps himself thinking that compliment was so stupid but to you it was everything

He also likes to leave little candies or drinks near you.

Like this dude is a ninja on the low! You turn your head away for two seconds…TWO SECONDS and there’s a snickers and a Arizona tea besides you with a sticky note that says ‘Eat Me’ (cute right?!)

And you did. he watches as you enjoy your little snack and realizes he’s being…creepy 😅🤣

But here comes the confession— or more like Gojo’s drunk ass slipping up.

Gojo gets shit faced at least once every two weeks and he ended up telling you Megumi has a FAT crush on you

His exact words!

The next day you confronted him and he confirmed it but not without his whole face turning extremely red

It was high key concerning how red his face got.

Itadori <3

This cutie pie!

He’s a nervous mess

He always makes excuses to be near you

You want to walk to the store? He’s right behind you

Wanna walk to the park? Go shopping? Watch tv? He’s there!

He sometimes feels like he’s annoying you, but you genuinely like the company

He can be overwhelming sometimes but you’d never tell him that, it would hurt his feelings 🙁

You kinda figured he had a crush on you anyways bcs he was THAT obvious

And I mean obvious!

he gets really nervous to the point he doesn’t know how to shut up 😭

“Wow y/n you look so beautiful today!”

“Thank yo-“

“ I mean I love what you’ve done with your hair and the way you nails match your skirt, oh and your makeup is gorgeous”

At this point gojo and Nobara was losing their shit in the corner trying to hold down there laughs

He always calls you pretty, even if you just woke up and if you ever dated or talked to someone he’d say they didn’t deserve someone like you.

“He was a jerk anyways y/n you can do so much better, your a gorgeous and smart girl”

Sometimes when you two accidentally touch you take it a step further staying like that just to see him squirm 😏

You still didn’t fully believe it until Sukuna came out one day and he spilled the beans.

“He’s so fucking annoying all he thinks about is you! He even has a god damn album in his gallery dedicated to you AND in his notes he even keeps tabs on what you like and dislike…I mean to be honest you’re not that cute.”

he’s hater…😒

When he came to being himself he could’ve cried from embarrassment and also he wanted to punch sukuna for insulting you.

But you didn’t mind because you liked him back and that’s all that mattered 🥰

JJK Masterlist

©heejayy 2022 — any reposts or translations of my works are strictly prohibited unless granted permission

#jjk x you #jjk headcanons #megumi headcanons #jjk fluff #gojo x reader #ask heejayy #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x black reader #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #megumi x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo fluff #itadori x y/n #itadori hcs #jjk megumi #Itadori x black reader

[nerves-nebula]

Mikey was wearing a dress.

Leo had never been so confusingly angry before in his life.

Draxum was in the other room, arguing loudly with Dad.

Raph had employed Donnie to help him set up his new punching bag.

Mikey was fucking twirling.

The skirt technically wasn’t a skirt. It was some weird yokai fashion thing that was just long fabric draped over a pair of shorts, like a one-piece of some kind. It was fucking neon orange and Mikey was doing his weird arm shaking thing he did when he was happy, dancing in place and singing to himself.

Leo gripped tight onto the book Draxum had given him. He hadn’t even looked at the cover yet.

He heard Dad screech something that sounded like “faggot” (or was Leo’s mind just deciding it sounded like that?) and he bristled angrily.

“Did Draxum forget we’re boys or some shit?” He heard himself say, “You look like a dumb girl.”

Mikey ignored him, even spinning around to put his back to Leo.

There was a bow against the back of his neck, draping over the curve of his shell, bouncing playfully as he danced. It almost perfectly matched the color of his mask.

He thought of the dress their father tossed out a sewer grate into the street years back. It wasn’t for him. If it was lucky then some little girl would find it.

It had had a big blue bow on the back.

“Why can’t you just be happy that they’re happy?” April had asked him once, “Who fucking cares if it’s weird? Just enjoy the happiness of your family, man.”

He wanted to be happy that Mikey was happy.

He tried to force a smile.

Just be happy that Mikey is happy.

Just be fucking happy.

He looked back at his brother, the way his hips swayed to the beat of a song only he could hear, how his hands flapped at a completely different pace, how his eyes were closed with pure delight and his smile practically took up his entire face.

His little brother was happy.

He finally looked down at the book in his hands. It was a comic book, hardcover, with a yokai samurai printed on the front. It wasn’t Samurai Rabbit, but it looked similar.

He looked back at Mikey.

He could share the book with him. They could sit together and talk about samurai and how they were different from ninja and maybe the anger that still lingered in his chest would die away.

“Hey-“

“Michelangelo!”

Mikey immediately stopped his dance, freezing in place.

Splinter came over, grabbing Mikey’s arm in a hard grip, scowling, “This gift is not for you. Draxum brought the wrong thing.” He pushed Mikey off toward the bathroom, “Change and give it back. Draxum will bring you something else next time he visits.”

Mikey stumbled, his hands immediately going to the skirt (not a skirt) and gripping the fabric. He looked ready to either fight or cry.

(You’re learning to sew. Offer to take off the skirt. Offer to make it better, to make it fit. Take off the skirt (not a skirt) and the bow and make it into just a romper. You can do it. It wouldn’t even be hard, just a couple clipped strings and it would probably come apart easily. The fabric could even be repurposed.)

Leo said nothing.

Draxum left with Mikey’s gift and not another word said to anyone.

——

I’m having my own Weird Gender Times and projecting.

-Monster Anon

FUCK i forgot to release this beauty to the PUBLIC because i wanted to wait until I drew art for it but,, i dont think thats happeninga anytime soon fsadfsadhf anyway i loved it and i loved how you showed leo trying to fight against his irrational jealousy fdsfsd

#nnstuff #ask #teenage mutant neglected turtles #neglected fic #tmnt mikey #tmnt leo #transphobia tw #queerphobia tw

[rayeverydangday]

I absolutely despise the season three Chima outfits.

They’re all just wearing the same thing! Like whose idea was it to make them the same? Even the nexo knights and ninja have different colors or minor design details in their outfits!

So I kinda redesigned Eris and Cragger’s outfits first

I gave Eris Li’Ella’s skirt design but with more gold. I tried to limit the amount of red used in the original looks and gave her more oranges. I especially like the scarf since they are fighting in a frozen winter.

I was also thinking about how this could be translated into a minifigure and figured the scarf could be how the wings are connected. If I do Razar I’ll probably make him have the same thing.

And I added pants which I tried to make more muted. The reds just don’t work for Eris’s and most of the other eight’s color palette.

Cragger was a little hard, but I didn’t really want to give him a chest plate.

I don’t know Cragger just feels like a character who would not like a shirt.

But he still wears a scarf so he don’t die of cold :P

I also gave him a sort of Crug looking chi belt, with a nice sun looking motif but I’m not sure if I like the scarf hanging in the middle. Like I already put him in pants why would I give him that, side eyeing past me

I’ll probably redraw it with something else like, teeth. Lots and lots of teeth on a belt. And maybe more flames on the pants in similar vain to Li’Ella’s look

These are just sketches so I’ll probably go back and edit some stuff. Just wanted to get some ideas down

#my art #legends of chima #lego chima #lego legends of chima #lego #chima #lego chima cragger #lego chima eris #eris the eagle #cragger the crocodile #I feel like a bit of my Razar is showing in my eris doodle

[karmic-vibes]

If I Can Dream

19 - Strength to Dream

art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr/lazyjunebug on twitter

cw: n/a :)

Year: 1994

“Alright, love bug, let’s go bother daddy at work.” Eddie mumbled to himself, tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth as he tied Bobby’s shoelaces. “Ready?” She nodded. “Double check the outfit.” He picked her up and held her in front of the mirror. “Yes? We like everything? Don’t wanna change the skirt again?”

“No, papa.”

“Awesome, let’s go.”

He carried his daughter out to the car, buckled her into the car seat, and headed off to Family Video. While Steve worked full-time as a social worker, he had to start picking up weekends and some nights again at Family Video to help pay for therapy.

During the car ride, Eddie played the mixtape he made for Steve last year. As it cycled between Steve’s pop songs and Eddie’s rock or metal anthems, Bobby was staring out of the window instead of dancing along like she usually did. Eddie raised a brow, lowered the volume, and got Bobby’s attention.

“Hey, bug, everything okay?”

“Mhmm.”

“You sure? You don’t seem like yourself.”

“I’m sure, papa.”

“You’re not nervous about anything?” She picked at the lint on her sweatshirt. “Bug?”

“School.”

“School? What about school?”

“I’m scared.”

“What about it, honey?” She shrugged. “Starting something new can be scary, but it’s something you need to do, sweetie. Okay? Trust me, I never liked school, but I still finished it. If I could do it, I know you can too.”

She nodded and went back to staring out the window. Eddie let out a sigh and started focusing on the road again. He pulled into the Family Video lot and as soon as he undid Bobby’s seat bucket, she jumped out of the car to run inside. Eddie urgently locked the car and chased after her.

The front entrance bell rang as she stormed in, scanning the store for her dad or her auntie Robin. Once she spotted Robin behind the counter she ran behind it and tugged on her vest. Robin’s eyes bugged out of her head, not even noticing the ninja of a child had snuck behind the counter.

“Hey, Bobbs. Where’s your dad?”

“I dunno,” she shrugged.

“Bobby!” Eddie panicked as he ran in after her.

“She’s right here, Eds.” Robin picked her up and placed her on the edge of the counter.

“Christ,” he sighed. “You have to stop doing that, Bee. You’re gonna give your old man a heart attack.”

“Hey!” Steve beamed, carrying a box of new releases.

“Daddy!” Bobby cheered, opening her arms for a hug.

“Hi,” he chuckled. He set down the box and wrapped his daughter up in a tight embrace. “What brings you guys here?”

“We have our doctor appointment soon,” Eddie said. “So, in the meantime, I thought we’d come bother you before we headed out. And so I could pawn her off on Robin.”

“Thanks,” she smirked.

“My pleasure,” Eddie teased. “How’s everything going?”

Steve finished out the last thirty minutes of his shift before him and Eddie headed over to Dr. McCormick’s office—they got settled and waited to be called in.

“So, boys, how’re we doing this week?” Dr. McCormick asked.

“Good, really good,” Eddie beamed.

“Still having your weekly date nights?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear it! Are you two ready for Bobby to start school?”

“No,” Steve whined. “I just want her to stay my little baby forever.”

“But, as a couple, are you two ready? It’s a big step for a family, especially if it’s your only child.”

“We’ll survive,” Eddie smirked at Steve.

The session continued with more or less the same conversations over and over. Dr. McCormick would ask about their communication, sex life, and Bobby, then the boys would answer truthfully (of course, sparing her the details).

“Alright, boys, our session is coming to an end.”

“Oh, okay. See you in two weeks?” Steve asked.

“About that… I think you boys are doing well enough that we can reduce these appointments to monthly… maybe bimonthly… maybe even biannually.”

“What?” Steve stuttered.

“You’re both doing really well, and I don’t think you have as much use for me. I would still like to follow up to make sure all is going well, but just not as frequently. Do you follow?”

“I think it’s a great step,” Eddie smiled at Steve. “You okay with that?”

“Wait…” He turned to face Eddie. “You’re not mad anymore? Like, at all? No more resentment?”

“Not at all. I honestly think we’re doing better than ever.”

“Oh, thank god.” He nearly broke down in tears. “I will happily see you less, Dr. McCormick, no offense.”

“Trust me, none taken.”

They headed home to find Robin in the middle of preparing dinner for Bobby. As per usual, the entire kitchen was in disarray as the girl tried to navigate her way through cooking a meal. Steve and Eddie raised a brow at her as they glanced over at their oblivious daughter scribbling in one of her coloring books.

“How’s it going, Rob?” Steve asked.

“Shut up. Oh, Eddie, Gareth called like ten minutes ago. He said it was urgent.”

“Thanks. I’ll be right back.”

He wandered upstairs to their bedroom to take the phone call in private. He shut the door and dialed up Garth’s number. He twisted the phone cord around his finger, anticipating his bandmates answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Eddie. You called?”

“Ed! Oh my god, dude, guess what!”

“What?”

“We got a record deal with Capitol!”

“You’re shitting me…”

“No! And once we record our album, they want us to go on a small, twelve-week tour. Isn’t that exciting!”

“Yeah, holy– wait… when would all this be happening?”

“So they want us to start recording asap, then the tour would happen maybe a month or two after. It’s smaller venues, obviously, but they’re anticipating a good turnout based on our crowds at the Dome when we open.”

“So… we’d be heading out and starting the tour in October?”

“Yeah, November at the latest.”

“I… I can’t…” Eddie teared up.

“Wh-What? Why? Ed, we’ve been dreaming of this day since we were in high school.”

“No, I know, but… I-I can’t… Bee starts school next month. I can’t just leave Steve to deal with that big of a change two months in.”

“But you just said, it’s two months in.”

“Gareth, I can’t leave him to juggle working two jobs, raising our child, and having him help her with schoolwork. It’s not fair! That’s not what a spouse or father does.”

“Eddie, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. This could be the start of something huge. Steve will understand.”

“Let me talk to him and try to see what I can do, but don’t get your hopes up.”

“We’re counting on you, Ed.”

“And I said I’ll try my best. Bye.”

He slammed down the phone on the receiver and let his head fall in his hands. He took a few deep breaths before running his hands through his hair. He hesitantly headed back downstairs to greet his husband and their friend.

“Stevie, can I talk to you for a sec?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah, everything okay?”

“Just… come on, please.”

He motioned for them to head to the backyard, Eddie grabbing his pack of smokes and a lighter on the way out. They sat on the back stoop, Eddie lighting up a cigarette and taking a few puffs before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Everything okay?” Steve asked.

“Corroded Coffin got a record deal with Capitol Records.”

“Ed… that’s awesome! Why do you seem upset?”

“Because we also got an offer to go on tour after the album is released.” He took another long drag.

“I’m still not seeing what’s so bad about this.”

“We would record and release this month, then go on tour two months later…”

“Oh…”

“Yeah, oh…” Eddie exhaled some extra smoke he held in. “I told Gareth no.”

“What, why?”

“You know why, Steve.”

“But-But this is huge for you guys, Ed. You’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this for years.”

“No, I know, but you and Bee come first. You know that.”

“But Ed–”

“Family over career, Steve. I made that very clear to them from the start.”

“But this is an album and a tour.”

“But it’s Bee’s first year in school. I-I can’t just leave you guys behind during that.”

“How long would the tour be?”

“Twelve weeks.”

“You’d be gone for three months?” Eddie nodded and started crying. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Steve wrapped his arm around Eddie and gently rubbed his bicep. “It’s okay, we’ll find a way to make it work.”

“But I’m not going, Steve. I can’t be away from you guys for three months,” he cried.

“But it’s only three months for an opportunity that could change our lives.”

“No, I’m not doing it. I’m not missing Bee’s birthday, or the stupid PTA meetings, or Christmas, or–” Steve cut him off with a kiss.

“Sorry, I needed to shut you up.”

“Jerk,” Eddie pouted.

“It’ll all be fine, Eds. Just work out a deal for you to come home for stuff like that. They have to understand that you have a young family. They can’t just give you an offer like this and expect you to drop everything.”

“They can and they will.”

“Stop being so pessimistic.”

“You’ve met me, right?” Eddie raised a brow. He took a final drag of his cigarette and stubbed it out on the stoop.

“Yes, I’ve met you, and I love you. And because I love you, I want you to do this. Alright, Eds? I’ll have Wayne and my mom help out a little more than usual. We’ll be fine, okay? I know, you’ll be missing out on some stuff, but it’s for the sake of your career.”

“Yeah, but–”

“Bobby knows you love her and she’ll understand why you’re doing all this. She loves seeing you on stage. Think about how much she’ll get to gloat about her dad the rockstar?” Steve chuckled. “Go, Eds… do it…”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“I love you…”

“I know.” He leaned in to quickly kiss his husband. “I love you too.”

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie st4 #eddie stranger things #gay #st4 #lgbtq #lgbt pride #joe kerry #joseph quinn #steddie dads #parent steddie #girl dad #ftm eddie munson #rockstar eddie munson #wayne munson #robin buckley #maya hawke #steve x eddie #steddie

[welovemonstergirls]

My thoughs on the recent Skullgirls censorship

Okay. So. I’m not the kind of guy that’s gonna call anyone a pedophile or a neo nazi or a racist for raising a fuss at the devs cutting out what they did.

I am, however, the kind of guy that’s gonna call everyone that’s throwing a conniption fit over a few cosmetic changes that effect NOTHING in the grand scheme of the game a pathetic, whiny, entitled crybaby BITCH for being so outraged about absolute NON-ISSUES.

What are you losing from not being able to stare at Filia’s ass in that one cutscene anymore? What’s being lost because they removed some armbands from the Egrets? This doesn’t make SENSE. All they changed was minor cosmetic stuff!

Filia’s panty shots? Who cares?! They’re not cutting out any of the stuff that makes people like the game, she’s still baring her midriff and wearing a belt in place of a skirt, that hasn’t changed! The sexualized stuff is still there! So Cerebella was censored in a FEW story shots where she’s in a non-consentinal situation where she’s literally about to be murdered or eaten, she’s still flashing her underwear in her actual gameplay! Parasoul, Ms. Fortune, Valentine, Eliza and Black Dahlia are all RIGHT THERE! Your precious sexual content hasn’t gone ANYWHERE, so this entire complain is just WORTHLESS and PATHETIC. You can’t handle the game being two percent less horny so you need to get all up in arms and review bomb the game in an active effort to hurt it because of some minor changes?!

The Egrets armbands make perfect sense! Maybe when the game was initially pitched they were meant to be something more Nazi-esque, but that simply isn’t the case anymore! EVERY time we see the Egrets in the modern age, they are portrayed as GOOD GUYS. Parasoul is a righteous ruler that genuinely wants to do what’s best for her people, and the men she leads are the only people in power that are FIGHTING FOR THE PEOPLE. They don’t want to have their biggest force of GOOD associated with LITERAL NAZI SYMBOLISM. Why is that such a hard thing for people to grasp?! I keep saying people claim that the Egrets are supposed to be the bad guys. No the fuck they’re not, what are you even watching to think that?!

Big Band’s story mode, that I can kinda get, it was very important to his overall character, that is the one thing I won’t fault anyone for being upset over. At the same time though, I get why they did it. It’s a very topical issue that they don’t personally feel well equipped to handle, and it’s possibly a bit too real for their fun action fighting game where a cartoon character fights a ninja nurse. I don’t agree with this choice, but I can understand it.

 The concept art... I can also kiiiiind of get, I feel like if they’re gonna delete guest art they can at least replace it with new ones so that the fans are still getting SOMETHING out of it, but I can see what prompted the change. Like, them wanting to censor the fanservice on Filia and JUST Filia is not a big deal! If you don’t want to play the game with both hands, just pick Parasoul or Valentine ffs. And how often do you even go into the art gallery to look at images you can just as easily get online? This is another non-issue that doesn’ have anything to do with the game itself.

Finally, the Soviet Announcer voice pack. ...That voice pack was literally voiced by their fucking ABUSER. I can understand them wanting the voice of someone that hurt them OUT of the game they’re working on. Even if they got a different guy to voice it, it’s still a bit that was MADE by their abuser, Mike Z used it in his tutorials for Tager and Potemkin and it became a running gag. That voice pack is a literal reminder of someone who hurt them. So stop crying about “Muh soviet russia pack doh!” and accept the fact that they don’t want to hear his voice because it brings back painful memories for them. It’s not that hard. And as for Ben’s alternate voice pack? It’s literally based around sexual misconduct. So yeah.

I’m just pissed off that my favorite franchise of all time is suffering because some entitled, whiny little puke stains can’t handle minute changes that effect next to NOTHING about the game itself. Like a few cosmetic differences is the absolute end of the world. If you’re like that and you’re reading this? Stop crying like a little bitch, put on your big boy pants and accept the fact that these changes are LAUGHABLY MINOR. The designs are still the same. The story is still the same. The gameplay is still the same. The characters are still the same. The art style is still the same. EVERYTHING THAT MATTERS IS THE SAME. WHO. CARES?!

#skullgirls

[lightning-chicken]

Unfamiliar, Familiar Dances

(tags from this post, via @finn-m-corvex)

i like how you think, finn! in fact, i liked it so much that i went ahead and wrote this:

(set during s13 ep1, ao3 version here)

“What? What happened? Someone’s located the Teapot of Tyrahn? Uh, Pythor’s back? My father’s been found? What?”

The postman only chuckled in response to Lloyd’s questions. “Heh, you got an invitation. To Shintaro!” 

“Shintaro?” Lloyd echoed.

“Mm-hmm, the Ivory City!” Satisfaction and pride at a job well done beamed from the postman. “You don’t deliver one of these every day. No siree.”

As the others chattered away, Nya glanced at Jay to gauge how much of Lloyd’s anxious speculation he picked up.

Someone’s located the Teapot of Tyrahn?

The only reason why the rest of the ninja knew that particular object existed was because of a precaution. Neither Nya nor Jay had been keen on the idea of revealing the alternate turn of events that had upended their lives; though it would’ve been nice to lift some of the burden off of their chests, the questions and confusion that would follow would be too much to deal with. Just the idea of an alternate timeline would concern the other ninja, and that wasn’t even including everything that happened during it. FSM, how would Kai react if he found out she’d—

Not now, Nya.

Through an unspoken agreement, Nya and Jay had decided to keep those events to themselves. Small details, like the Teapot of Tyrahn, could be mentioned in passing as objects of interest, but nothing more than that. Everything else—all of the festering guilt and old hopes and moments that Nya pretended didn’t bother her—got shoved away in that little locked box where Nya kept all the essential, pointless things that got in the way. 

(She knew it was one of her old, bad habits, and she was working on prying that lock open and dealing with every little thing one at a time, but sometimes it was simply so much easier to deal with things later. If laterever came around.)

If they ever needed to talk about it, they could talk to each other.

Not that they did that often.

All the ninja had a particular manner of tiptoeing their way around all the unpleasant things they’d experienced in their years as Ninjago’s protectors. They addressed things by not addressing them at all. Something catastrophic would happen, but nothing would change except for deeper layers under ordinary actions: How are you doings were expressed in breakfast offers, sorrys were layered in lingering hugs, I love yous were lent in borrowed clothes. None of it was ever really said aloud; saying it aloud would be an admission that something was wrong in the first place. Instead, they all attempted to return to the safety of normal. Over the years of grieving and ignoring almost-failures and almost-tragedies, the ninja had perfected this uncomfortably familiar dance. The steps were memorised.

At first, Nya had loathed this dance. The ninja’s determination to awkwardly skirt around any mention of sensitive topics infuriated her to no end. She couldn’t see why they didn’t just get any bothersome feelings out in the open and move on. They were ninja, for FSM’s sake—the city needed a set of strong elemental masters, not a group of damaged teenagers.

Then she learned what dying felt like, and she realised that one was a result of the other.

In all honesty, they’d gotten better at coping with things over the years. Weekly sleepovers were established, with pillow forts and fierce competition over who got to choose the movie for the evening. And when the lights dimmed and eyes lulled closed, sometimes one of them would let slip a disquieting thought that’d been bugging them, and that was okay.

They would be okay.

What wasn’t okay, though, was how Nya and Jay had dealt with the events that had happened but also didn’t happen. At the start, they hadn’t talked about it at all, preferring to pretend that everything was (that they were) normal. 

All that had come crashing down when Nya caught Jay in the middle of a nightmare, tears dripping down his face when she woke him up, both their hearts pounding too fast to ever be considered normal.

Now they had settled into their own version of the dance. Jay was there to grab her hand when he caught it absentmindedly rubbing her chest where the venom had been, or when she stared at a white dress in horrified rapture. In return, Nya was there to soothe him when someone moved in a certain way and he flinched, or when he spiralled into a panic over details that meant nothing to other people but meant so many things to him. And they were both there to check on the other when often-innocent mentions of that timeline caught them unawares.

Like now.

Someone’s located the Teapot of Tyrahn?

Turning to face her yang, Nya studied him for any kind of reaction. Jay—who she would usually catch doing the same thing—didn’t seem to notice. At all. He was fully engaged in the conversation, oohing and ahhing over the fancy envelope along with the other ninja. Maybe he hadn’t heard it?

No, he definitely did. He always did.

Gently grabbing his wrist, Nya steers Jay away from the others. They’re all too busy talking about Shintaro (whatever that was, she wasn’t really paying attention) to pick up Nya’s murmured, “You okay?”

A sweetly bemused smile bloomed on his face; it was an expression he’d been adopting more frequently than usual. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Nya knew Jay. She’d known him through years of winning and losing, through years of fighting and surviving, and through the best and worst years of their lives—in some cases, she could even say she knew too muchabout him. 

(Jay had never quite mastered the art of knowing when some information was too much information.)

She knew about his tendency to ramble when he was nervous, about the way he fidgeted with his fingers when he was flustered, about how his eyes would light up with a blue too bright to be normal when he got an idea. Nya knew what made Jay… well, Jay. 

When Jay spoke, there wasn’t any rush to the words, or forced cheerfulness she’d learned to discern from his usual upbeat tone, or tell-tale tremble under his voice. In short, there were none of the things that usually indicated Jay was hiding something.

None.

Nya didn’t know what worried her more: the possibility that Jay had suddenly gotten very, very good at lying; or the idea that he genuinely didn’t know what she was talking about.

Because the Jay she knew wouldn’t—couldn’t—have been so calm about it.

Of course, there was the possibility that he’d finally moved on from it. They hadn’t had to talk about it for months, after all. Maybe she was the one with the leftover baggage.

Still, Nya couldn’t shake off her lingering doubts.

It didn’t make sense. After they both got trapped inside Prime Empire, and after she… disappeared, she would’ve thought that he’d be more aware of the last time something like that had happened, not less. Even Nya was still frazzled by it; for a moment, she’d been…

Death didn’t feel like it did the first time.

Losing her last life in Prime Empire had been quick. Painless. No permeating chill, no agony of drowning in your own body, no dimming view of the person she’d realised that she’d loved all along.

And she’d come back! 

She was fine.

Everything was fine.

Jay tilted his head, catching her attention. Judging by his quizzical look, she’d been quiet for far too long. Nya gripped his hand and squeezed it, ignoring how it didn’t fit against hers like it used to. “Nothing, nothing. Just making sure you’re alright.”

Jay hummed.

Usually, when Nya shut down his questions like that, he’d give her space at first, but later approach her just to make sure she was okay.  Now, he rejoined the conversation with ease, and she already knew there wasn’t going to be any check-up later.

Inexplicable dread crept up her spine.

Whilst the others started making plans, Kai glanced at Nya for her opinions, only to realise that she wasn’t with the rest of the group anymore. After making his way over to her, he leaned his arm on her shoulder in the older-brotherly way she’d always associated with him. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

Kai must’ve noticed the way her eyes had flicked from him to Jay, because the next thing he asked was, “Do you want me to talk to him for you?”

“What? No. No, he hasn’t done anything.”

And that was the problem. 

But what kind of problem was that?

A coil of unease tightened around her stomach.

“You sure?” Kai didn’t sound convinced. But Kai was sceptical of a lot of things; it was in his nature, since the early days when the Smith family became two instead of four. Maybe it was in her nature, too.

The coil began to unwind.

Maybe Jay really hadn’t heard what Lloyd said. Maybe she was extrapolating things out of control, trying to connect dots that didn’t exist. Maybe she shouldn’t be doubting Jay: her yang, one of the people she cared about most in the world.

“I’m sure.”

Her stupid line of reasoning didn’t make sense anyway. So what if Jay had changed? Everyone did. People got older. Trying to stop it would be futile, and so would be trying to deny it.

What Nya couldn’t deny was the incessant fact that this Jay wasn’t the same person as her old Jay. Somewhere in the middle of the past few years or months (she couldn’t pinpoint it exactly), her Jay had changed.

There was nothing she could do about that.

Even so, she couldn’t help but wonder why.

#this is the quickest i’ve ever written something #ninjago #jay walker #nya smith #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #ns12 #ns13 #prime empire #master of the mountain #jay ninjago #ninjago jay #nya ninjago #ninjago nya #key’s fics #key’s aus #key’s conversations #digital reflections au

[trytofic]

Costumes

Time for the first one to really get into the Halloween season <3 I had trouble thinking of what to do with this, to be honest, thus why this is more just a scene than anything else. These will be crossposted on my Ao3! Thank you to @shadamytober

Ao3

Day 5: Costumes

Amy hosts a Costume party.

Music thumping and chatting throughout the room made Amy smile. She always loved hosting parties and with Halloween right around the corner, a costume party was the perfect thing to do. She laughed at some of the costumes, Espio dressed as a ninja, Knuckles as a pirate captain, Rouge as a witch, and Charmy as a detective. Some were really detailed, Silver as a reaper, Blaze as a vampire, and Tails dressed up like Eggman. Everyone was having a blast, even Sonic who decided to dress as a mummy. He usually hated coming to the Halloween parties but a costume easy enough to move around in made being here so much easier.

She was wearing a cute outfit, a green and white poodle skirt. Her quills were puffed up and she she wore black and green gloves. She liked the idea of a 50s-styled outfit. Easy to move around in, and the most adorable part was that she was part of a set. She looked around the front door when someone stepped inside. It was Shadow, the other part of her costume. He wore messy blue jeans and a white T-shirt that had his chest fur sticking out of the top. He pulled at the collar of the shirt as Amy admired his outfit. It was perfectly tied together with a black leather jacket, something he already owned.

“Shadow!” He looked up from his shirt and he smiled making his way through the crowd. She noticed his usual red and white shoes for simple black boots, but his limiters still sat on his wrists and ankles. “You look great!”

“Thank you. I like the green. It suits you.” He brushed a hand through her quills and then settled against her cheek. “Are you having fun?”

“Yeah! It’s been a lot of fun so far! Do you want a snack? I made some chocolate-covered coffee beans for you.”  She pressed into his hand and smiled. This was what she wanted most. Shadow being comfortable around their friends. This was the best Halloween and she was so excited for next year and every year after.

#shadamy #shadamytober #shadamytober2023 #sonic the hedgehog fanfiction

[gaffney]

Which Power Ranger color would every Duck be?

this is the best ask i've ever gotten lmaoooo

OK SO… jesse is the red ranger, no doubt. charlie is the green ranger. connie is the pink ranger. guy is the yellow ranger. fulton is the black ranger… they find him like 2 eps later because he wasn't with district 5 when they got their morphers, and we get an entire episode dedicated to the rangers teaching him how to ranger while he's like "wtf is going on". apparently this is now a show with episodes. goldberg and averman are bulk and skull.

adam is the silver ranger who also wasn't with them but, unlike fulton, wasn't found by zordon bombay. he was found by rita reilly repulsa!!! so adam was under the influence of Evil since day 1. he infiltrates the power rangers under the guise of being Good. they think it's odd but warm up to him except for jesse. adam doesn't turn Good until the penultimate ep where he realizes everything he's been told is a lie!!

in season 2, because this is now a show with several seasons, lord zedd "the dentist" stansson arrives to earth to see if reilly repulsa has taken over the world yet and is displeased to see that he got his ass kicked by a bunch of kids in colorful tights. so he tries to do it himself. to counteract this, zordon bombay calls in help from... more rangers... somewhere... this is a new season so they recycle the colors but idk maybe they've added a little white to the outfit. julie is the pink ranger but she removes the skirt. kenny is the blue ranger. dwayne is the yellow ranger and keeps the skirt. portman is the black ranger. russ gets added later as the quantum ranger which is really just red but somehow no one ever mentions that.

in season 3, zordon bombay dies. jesse mysteriously disappears with him, but it's like he was never there because they don't mention him ever. the kids think their days of fighting Evil as the power rangers are over but then ivan rick ooze tries to take over the planet. he's very slimy. charlie takes over as the red ranger. the team is out of whack. they don't understand their new mentor, orion, but they're just grieving their old one. he doesn't get a name because i can't think of any. adam's power suit won't work and he has to go into a cryogenic sleep coma and we barely see him the entire season. the kids go on a spiritual journey and get ninja powers or whatever the hell happened in mighty morphin power rangers: the movie (1995). after zordon bombay talks to him in a weird ass dream, charlie realizes he does not need to emulate jesse and is perfectly able to lead the team his way. they defeat the ooze.

in the scrapped season 4 we find out that zordon bombay is alive but was hidden somewhere in space for protection. he asked jesse to do this, but in the process, had to erase him from the other rangers' memories so they wouldn't try to find zordon bombay or jesse. this is why no one remembered him. unfortunately something went wrong and now zordon bombay AND jesse are corrupted by evil/brainwashed and now jesse calls himself astronema astrohall. astrall. idk. the rangers set out to save them... will they have to kill their old leader????? will adam wake up from his coma???? find out next on mighty duckin power rangers!!!

#the mighty ducks #😭😭😭 #jesse gold ranger arc incoming! #is it obvious that i am sleep deprived??? #i was just gonna assign them a color i swear #apologies to the d1 ducks who i didnt assign a color #eta: and luis....

[bogbees]

ok these ones are more ab world building sunagakure bc i love the sand sibs and hate how kishimoto went ab that village

Concept: sunakagure was carved like a bowl out of a mountain. The kazekage's building dead centre at the bottom - prob prone to flooding 2:33 AM · Jun 19, 2017

But prob not because the founding fathers of suna would have designed it with a flood drain system and pipes for indoor plumbing or whatever

Bc it HAS to be an oasis. Has to be. There's got to be a bloody underground lake - which would be rad imagine sneaking off to swim

Anyway built like a bowl. Buildings are built like 100ft from the top of the mountain I guess and gradually get lower and lower

Like Santorini just stairs everywhere everyone has killer calves from all the stairs - how gaara can exist as a ninja bc of all the stairs

Anyway I just like making suna cooler than it actually is, god there's so much wasted potential there. Just make Konoha but made out of rock

Like the buildings are made of rock, looks like old Cario or Jaislamer, with basic tunnels in the rock surrounding the village I guess

But with the underground lake, they have greenery and everyone uses colourful fabrics for shade and colours to accent shops and homes

It's not just sandy, windy and basic I like to think.

Naruto visits and Kankuro is like "I warned you about the stairs bro" 4:25 PM · Jun 27, 2017

Suna tots has bubble tea. Fuck it. 8:37 AM · Jul 29, 2017

Suna…. would have public baths too…… 4:20 AM · Aug 1, 2017

i've been looking at some many images of gol gumbaz i completely forgot that my vers of the suna admin building has a central courtyard 1:22 AM · Aug 2, 2017

cause i imaged the first kage to have used the house like the white house is used in america?? and the garden is just something nice

More rad suna: Everyone wears knee length dresses and leggings under their cloaks. There's no difference between men and women's fashion 5:14 AM · Oct 25, 2017

And veils and long dresses/ skirts are a symbol of wealth and are only worn by high society or at weddings by bride and groom

Ninjas are expected to wear midriff exposing outfits to "highlight their power" and to remind guests "yo fucks I got a guy who can kill you"

But only at fancy parties. Ninja's usually wear whatever the fuck they want. See a guy wearing a t-shirt? Yeah he's a ninja

So say high society wind country throws a party and invites the sand sibs to it. They'll all wear veils and long skirts

Temari and Kankuro will bare their midriff while Gaara will not - kazekage, you know him anywhere -- tho u really shouldn't technically ??

Temari hates the class system and only dresses up for important events. Kankuro loves dressing up for every event. They're both best dressed

Gaara… Gaara just wears a nice casual dress and pants and throws on his white scarf over his head. They hate him bc he's beautiful still!

Temari eventually drops Wind country fashion for Fire country fashion 5:32 AM · Oct 25, 2017

#bogs' muttering #the great naruto twitter to tumblr transfer #naruto #i drew these back when i went off ab it but in a sketchbook lol

[quietlyimplode]

leave everything but your bones behind

Whumptober 2022: day 30 - note to self: don’t get kidnapped

Warnings: none I can think of, maybe just serious talk.

Word Count: 1.7k (gif not mine)

Summary: Natasha becomes unwell and only the Red Room can fix her. The choice is die or go back to the very place that made her.

A/N: One to go. My loves, my friends, thank you for supporting this fic.

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He’s worried about his friends.

They’ve been missing for over two days, and even though he knows where they are, it feels like the tower is empty.

Steve wanders in and they talk about everything and nothing, avoiding the elephant in the room.

Bruce doesn’t say anything, just appears sometimes, to show Tony something or to use something in his lab.

He wants to see Natasha, know that she’s okay. Clint messages him every now and then, and sometimes he sends back a meme or picture and it’s easy communication.

It doesn’t stop the worry.

Their cat stays with him his his workshop, and he doesn’t hate the random company it keeps.

“Hello cat,” he greets, stretching and walking into the workshop. The cat stretches and eyeballs him, as he skirts around her, not wanting to disturb her.

“I think you need to go home,” he tells her, “be with your people.”

The cat licks it’s paw, then ducks it’s head as Tony gets nearer, sits next to her and sighs.

She stands and stalks over to him, sitting on him much to his delight and displeasure. He can’t move now, even if he wanted to.

“Jarvis, where’s Natasha?”

The AI takes a moment.

“They’re in Clint’s loft,” comes the comforting voice of his robot.

He sighs and absentmindedly pats the cat.

“Where’s the other girl ninja assassin?” he asks, wondering if it’s something Natasha wants to know.

“She was last tagged in Florida,” he’s told.

“Bruce?”

“Asleep.”

For once.

“Steve?”

“In the kitchen.”

The cat starts to purr lightly, the vibration oddly soothing as Tony relaxes.

Everything that’s happened over the last month, is his fault. All their pain, this journey into the abyss, rests heavily on his shoulders.

He stares at everything in his workshop, all of this and money and still…

He blames the Red Room, too, but, they’d trusted him to help; and he couldn’t.

He feels so guilty.

He keeps thinking about how he could have done it differently, if he knew then what he knows now.

He can’t take it back.

He wants to apologise to her but he doesn’t have the courage.

Sharp claws press into his thigh, and it takes his mined off his thoughts as he looks down. Green eyes look back to him as she kneads her front paws into his skin.

“Ow,” he complains.

But he doesn’t move her; he focuses on her, burying his fingers into her soft fur.

.

“Are you coming to get your cat?” Tony opens, as Clint laughs in response,

“Don’t act like you don’t love her.”

There’s a pause.

“Bruce told on you,” he finishes.

“Traitor,” Tony mutters, “Are you coming home.. Back?”

The silence is telling.

“No,” Clint says clearly.

“So this is goodbye?”

It hurts more than Tony cares to admit.

“For now.”

Even though he knew it was coming, he wonders if it would hurt less if they spent the last couple of days here.

If he could care for them, help them with anything they need. He knew they’d leave.

It’s what they do. They come and go like ships in the night.

Ever since he’s known them.

It was only a matter of time before they left again.

“Put Nat on?”

He almost feels Clint nod as the phone has static and then…

“Hey Tony.”

Hearing her speak, makes his breath catch in his throat.

“How are you?”

He can’t stop the question passing his lips.

The silence on the other end makes Tony cringe, it’s the wrong question.

“I’m doing okay,” she says finally. He’s not sure if she’s lying.

“Really?”

There’s a little pause before she speaks again.

“Yeah, getting there, you know? Note to self, don’t get kidnapped when you’re a child, it will lead to trauma later on.”

He sees where she’s going, opting for some levity, but he can’t quite take it.

“But … I don’t want that for you,” his words are forlorn, thinking of the conversation he’d had with Steve around childhood memories.

“It’s okay, Tony.”

“Will I see you again? Soon?”

He’d love to see what she’s doing right now, that this was a video call, because it takes her a second too long to answer. It’s been a week since he saw her last and it feels like too long,

“I’ve got to come get the cat at some point, right? Maria usually has her, but from what I hear, you’ve been getting along like a house on fire.”

Tony looks around for the black cat, unable to see her.

“I suppose,” he grumbles.

“You’ll keep her company for a couple of weeks?”

He hopes that’s all it is, he doesn’t want to tell her he’s already ordered food and scratching post and a few other things to make the cat more comfortable.

“I suppose,” he repeats.

“Where are you going?”

He’ll track them anyway, but he wants her to know he’s interested.

“Barbados,” she tells him. “The beach.”

Tony smiles, he remembers Clint being excited about the trip, which felt like so long ago.

“I’m glad you’re going,” he admits.

“Me too.”

Natasha takes an audible breath.

“Thank you, for everything,” she says softly into the phone. He hates that it sounds like goodbye.

“Always Nat. Need me to do anything whilst you’re away?”

Clint takes the phone back, as he answers.

“Nah, we’re good, but maybe don’t make the cat fat?”

Tony’s already looked into where they mentioned they’re staying; the hotel and plane. He updates the booking and changes the flights to first class.

“Okay,” he says absentmindedly.

“You’ll take care of each other?”

Clint answers straight away, sending a text at the same time.

“Of course,” he says.

Thanks; the text reads.

.

He’s the bearer of bad news at breakfast as he eats with both Steve and Bruce.

“They’ve gone,” he reveals, digging into the eggs that Steve had scrambled.

Bruce sips his coffee, nodding like he knew it was coming.

Steve’s back is turned, so he can’t get a read on his face. His hunched shoulders look disappointed though.

“What do we do now?” he asks, turning to face Tony, his face disappointed and serious.

Shrugging, Tony feels at a loss as well. Everything has been secondary to getting Natasha well, or safe, that going back to normal seems wrong somehow.

“I don’t know,” he says honestly.

“I don’t know.”

.

A week earlier.

Clint revels in the heat of the shower. Finally, things feel more stable, the routine of life almost back to pre-sickness levels, and yes, the trauma of life still weighs heavily on him, and yes, everything they do is reactionary to Natasha’s stressors and triggers, but it almost feels manageable.

It’s not like before when they had to contend with shield and reprogramming and setting up Natasha with a whole new identity.

It’s now that she needs to reset, find out who she is again, given everything that life has thrown at her.

He hopes his thoughts aren’t wrong.

It hurts to see her in pain, or dissociative at times, and he’d do anything to take it away from her, but it does feel promising the progress she’s made in the last week with the help of the therapist, and consistency of routine.

Stabilising, is perhaps the word he’s looking for.

Some hours are worse than others, but some are better.

Natasha is nothing, if not resilient. She takes what life throws at her and she takes it all in, deals with it and puts on a brave face to the world, even if inside she’s dying.

He hopes that’s not how she feels.

He turns off the water and steps out, drying and dressing himself monotonously.

Hoping to find her in the place he left her, Clint walks into the bedroom, finding her asleep, somewhat peacefully on the bed.

It’s something.

.

Sleep isn’t easy, just as the therapist had said.

Nightmares plague her brain in disjointed images. She shoots Jace, pushes Clint off the bridge, tasers Tony in the face.

Each time, she wakes up sweating.

She eyes the sleeping tablets, and takes it as prescribed, feeling guilt at the failure.

No, she tells herself, that’s wrong; medication is not a failure.

She’s been getting better at the self talk, the recalibration of self and soul, but old habits die hard.

Clint’s shower seems long as the tablets take hold.

She wanted to tell him that she’s ready.

For the sea.

For the change in scenery.

He had asked in therapy a week ago, if she still wanted to go to Barbados.

She barely remembered the trip that they had planned with what felt like a lifetime ago.

She’d not known what to say.

Change and moving from their safe little corner of the world was not something she could even entertain. She barely left the house, sometimes only going to the tower if he made her, or the therapist challenged it.

Nothing felt safe anymore.

Sometimes not even in her own body.

He’d not mentioned it again.

But sometimes it was all she could think of.

The thought, once implanted, was sometimes true only good thing to think.

Blue skies.

Blue seas.

Somewhere that she could forget all of this had happened.

Escape.

Natasha lets sleep claim her.

No dreams, she tells her brain, please no dreams.

.

Clint wakes her, the daylight breaking through the window. There’s sweat on her brow, despite the cool of the room.

There’s still moments of panic as she transitions from sleep, but it’s not met with a knife to his face as he talks her down, or a wild punch that comes at his nose.

Nowadays it’s just a frown as recognition dawns, and then a nod, as she takes herself to the bathroom.

Today though, Natasha watches him.

He wishes he knew what she was thinking.

“Bad dreams?” he asks, hoping it’s not the wrong thing to say.

“Something like that,” she replies, voice quite on the air.

“Do you still want to go?” she asks cryptically.

He cocks his head in confusion.

“Go where?”

Natasha reaches over for his hand.

“Barbados. Do you still want to go?”

Emotions swirl in his being.

He’d forgotten what hope felt like.

“It’s okay if you don’t…” she starts, a slight frown of disappointment on her face.

“No,” he kiss her hand, “of course I do, of course…”

He looks at her, taking her in.

“Are you sure?”

The small smile that appears is something he’s missed. Not even remembering the last time she smiled, he can’t help but smile with her.

“Yeah,” she replies. “Yes.”

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#whumptober2022 #no.30 #note to self: don’t get kidnapped #marvel fic #avengers fic #natasha romanoff #clintasha #black widow #clint barton #my fic #hawkeye #natasha romanoff fic #tony stark #clintasha fanfiction #liho the cat #liho #clint x natasha #clintasha fic #nat and tony friendship #natasha romanoff imagine

[watermelonsloth]

Speedrunning My Thoughts on the Boruto: Two Blue Vortex Designs Before I Make a Long Post on Sarada's

Boruto's design is the definition of unnecessary visual noise. He has three layers, two necklaces, one fingerless glove, two belts, a sword strapped to his hip, and a bunch of pins all to tell us very little about his character. It tells us he got really into pins and still admires Sasuke. Maybe this will change as we learn more about how he's changed, but only time will tell. I like how his color palette has stayed the same and how the purple around his sword is a subtle nod to Sasuke. While it doesn't look like something a ninja from Naruto/Shippuden would wear, it's pretty consistent with what shinobi wear in Boruto. Out of all of the designs, I think I like how this one looks visually the best, but I am bothered by just how much it reminds me of Sasuke. There's a difference between inspiration and copying.

Why does Mitsuki's design look so different? At first I thought it was to change to better match Kawaki since Mitsuki thinks he's his "sun," but Mitsuki never looked all that much like Boruto before and there were other ways for him to resemble Kawaki without upturning his entire design. I can't say much in regards to his color palette without an official one out, but I really hope they didn't trade out all of his blues for black. His outfit overall is pretty weak visually, but I don't exactly hate it. I just hate that it's on Mitsuki. At least the belts on someone's design are finally doing something.

Finally a design that looks like the natural progression of his last design. It's mostly fine and the only real complaint I have is how baggy it is, but it's not like it looks out of character for Kawaki. Plus, Kawaki doesn't see himself as a ninja so what does he care about dressing like one.

Same problem with Mitsuki, it looks nothing like her old design and I can't begin to explain why. I think that the look itself is growing on me, but it should've stayed a civilian design because it doesn't really look protective. Also, her hair looks really awkward, especially in the image here. I hope that as Ikemoto gets more used to drawing her, it improves.

ChouChou's design is in character and looks cute, but it also looks god-awful for battle, especially considering her combat style. I wish it was more balanced in that regard. I wish Ikemoto was better at drawing spiked hair, but the hairstyle itself is cute.

I'm just gonna do Shikadai and Inojin together. Shikadai's design is boring and doesn't resemble his old one, but I'm fine with it otherwise. Inojin's design is the worst(among the ones listed here). It doesn't resemble his old design, I'm upset they got rid of his ponytail, it's incredibly boring to look at, it's butt-ugly, and the only thing it tells me about his character is that he shouldn't be allowed to dress himself(really? the child of Ino can't dress?).

This is the only design I'm okay with being impractical because Sumire isn't a combative ninja. It's another design that continues the last and it looks nice. I just wish that her skirt was longer and her hair was less awkward, but I have very little faith considering it's Ikemoto who's drawing the manga(I do have faith the anime will solve these problems though).

As for everyone else, I don't really care. Eida still looks good, Shikamaru's design looks better than his last but it still doesn't work with his Naruto/Shippuden designs, and both Code and Konohamaru look dumber than ever.

#Sorry for the weird and inconsistent images #boruto naruto next generations #boruto next generation #boruto two blue vortex #character design #boruto uzumaki #mitsuki #kawaki #himawari uzumaki #chouchou akimichi #chocho akimichi #inojin yamanaka #shikadai nara #sumire kakei #boruto spoilers #my stooff

[peachsugarr]

REQUEST 1#:

A/N: this request is for my mutual @qt-isa, who i know irl! (they're also a fugitive who's hiding from the pigs in texas for a myriad of crimes: here's a news report all about it) all relationships are platonic, but you could probably read some bunny out of this if you wanted to, please enjoy!

𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔢𝔪!𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔧𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔥𝔠𝔰!! ☆彡

marj isn’t out to her parents yet (and probably never will be; that is suicide) so she changes her outfits depending on who she’s with

not ideal, but much better on her mental health than she was doing before

can’t really grow her hair out super long, so she uses a assortment of wigs and a knowledge of hairstyles that she can do

she loves using fairy tinsel in her hair, something she learned from babysitting karen

her favorite colors are baby blue, light pink, and lilac

she dots her i’s with hearts

she loves wearing tulle skirts and oversized sweaters 

she loves dresses and skirts in general, especially if they’re fun to twirl in

typically wears her regular shoes everywhere, but she would wear ballet shoes and kitten heels if given the chance 

as for how the main 4 feel;

STAN: has kind of a kinship towards her, as he is questioning gender himself 

but he doesn’t really treat marj any differently than he did before

KYLE: is somewhat confused and does require some explaining of what being transgender actually means (as he doesn’t have the best experience with trans issue what)

grows to hate misgendering though

CARTMAN: he does make fun and misgender marjorine sometimes

not solely because he’s transphobic but because he does that to everyone

he’s noticeably uncomfortable with her at first, but after kyle gave him a verbal lashing, he got over that, or at least doesn’t disclose it anymore 

he will still pretend to be “world’s best trans ally” when it benefits him, which pisses off Kyle to no degree

KENNY: he doesn’t really care how marjorine identifies

labels aren’t really a thing he uses and while he doesn’t have a full grasp of everything, he still refers to marjorine as a girl

is willing to kick someone’s ass if they give her a tough time

he feels like it’s none of anyone’s business and that it doesn’t matter what others feel and think, as long as she’s happy with herself

marjorine still plays hello kitty adventure, even though she’s leveled to the max and she’s done everything that one can possibly do in the game

it’s just fun for her to tend to her little pixel garden

she grows more spine over the years

you kinda have to when you’re a visible minority in a town like south park

the scar caused by the ninja star in her eye has faded in time, but it’s still pretty noticeable

she used to cover it up with foundation when she was younger, but now is proud to enhance it with eyeshadow

she has a glass eye from the experience that she’ll sometimes put stickers on

is a huge fan of stickers and glitter and uses them whenever she can

this gets slightly annoying with stan’s gang but they can’t really do anything 

overall, marjorine is a lot happier with her life than she was in 4th grade. 

it isn’t prefect yet, but it’s as close as it can be, and that’s good enough for her

A/N: this is the first time i’ve actually wrote down my headcanons in a coherent list and it was a really fun process! i apologize if it’s not as great as it could be, but I feel like I will get better with practice. feel free to leave me constructive criticism in the tags/comments, I appreciate anything you can give, as it only help me in the future.

as always, if you have any headcanon/fanfic prompts (especially ones pertaining to style!) you want me to write about, feel free to send them over! as long as they follow the master list’s guidelines, i’d be happy to oblige!

take care!

-filia

#south park #south park fandom #south park headcanons #butters scotch #marjorine stotch #sp fandom #peachsugarr

[ickystickymessonthefloor]

I am officially a fucking slut! I've been on tumbler so much lately and making myself edge that I've been going to work and going out or running errands or whatever with the thought that I would probably let anyone fuck me if they tried. I've been just like in a constant haze of lust for weeks! You'd think that I get hit on constantly and I do, kinda it's just everyone I know is so fucking proper and boring. I went on a date with this frat guy, Kevin. I was literally hoping to get pressured into fucking the whole house, instead he was a perfect gentleman until I finally blurted out "will you please just fuck me" even after that he was like trying so hard to be romantic so I said "can you fuck me like you don't like me"

"What?"

"I want you to fuck me like you don't like me"

"But I do like you. You're the most beautiful girl-"

"Well can you just pretend?"

"Why? I don't understand"

So I just got up and left. Called an Uber home, got home but decided to walk to the corner store first. I don't even remember what I got. I was walking back when some guys in a car started cat calling me, I did what I normally do and ignored them but then without even thinking I lfted my skirt and flashed them my pussy. I was so pissed off at my date I didn't even realize that I was still holding my panties. The guys in the car went silent and I got scared. Wtf did I just do? Why tf did I just do that? I started walking as fast as I could. I didn't hear anything so that had to be good I thought. Finally I reached my front door and unlocked it.

"Babe."

I turn my head and there's Kevin with fucking flowers. The moment I saw him and his pathetic flowers, I swear steam was coming out of my ears.

"Whatever is going on with you just talk to me, we can figure it out together."

I was about to start screaming at him when I felt someone firmly grab my arm, practically lifted me off the ground.

"Yeah babe, we can figure this out, right guys?"

"Fuck yeah we can." I heard one of them say.

He was tall and muscular, 32-ish, with a pretty fair complexion for being mexican. Not bad looking either, and he smelled really good, like aftershave. He was covered in tattoos, all 3 of them were. As he walked me into my house, I felt like I was being brought into the principles office. I had done something bad and got caught. Kevin tried to rush in behind us but the other guys pushed him back.

"Do you know these guys?"

He lifted me up, so I was standing on my coffee table.

"Oh yeah, me and this bitch go way back, ain't that right bitch?" I looked down at him nervously as his hand went up my leg to my ass. He spanked me once hard. "Ain't that right?"

"Yeah, yeah. Me and.."

"You call me King."

"Yeah, I know King."

"You call me Daddy." Said the 2nd one.

"Daddy."

The 3rd one stood up and took off his shirt. "You call me uncle Sal, ok?"

Everyone giggled except Kevin. Then King said. "Don't mind him, just call him Joker. Fucking guy always tryna get big laughs."

Uncle Sal got angry and yelled "Fuck that! This little bitch is gonna call me Uncle Sal! You got that?" Uncle Sal picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and started roughly fingering me saying "what's my name? Huh bitch? What is it?"

"Uncle Sal, Uncle Sal, Uncle Sal!!"

He opened the door to my bedroom and threw me on the bed. "Good girl"

"She under duress, im calling the police." Kevin stated, so sure of himself. Like ninja fast, Daddy snatched Kevin's phone and slapped him so hard he flew to the other side of the room. I've never been so wet in my life. Kevin looked at me, holding his face about to cry. I starred in his eyes and spread my legs. I finally got what I wanted.

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