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crownedrottenthorns · 5 months

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Pinned Info About Us

Hello!!! We're a system and our mental health app became an unsafe place for us to express ourselves so we've made this blog. Let's start with basic info.

Age: bodily 22 (most alters don't have set ages aside from littles and littles aren't allowed to interact online)

System Pronouns: They/Them (best to just default to this)

Disorders: Personality disorders, OCD, ADHD + Autism (alters hold a lot of the PD traits more than other disorders.)

Host: Only known as Host. Not comfortable using name.

Comfort Characters: Mammon (Helluva Boss), Valentino (Hazbin Hotel), Crimson (Helluva Boss.) These are the three most prominent due to personal trauma and issues.

Safe person: Mikey.

Special interests: easier if u just ask if I'm into something. Video games, art, cartoons, anime.

-Punk system. Physically and mentally disabled.-

Mostly posting to deal and cope with stuff and have a safe space for interests esp with the loss of our mental health app as a safe space for us. We deal with a lot of issues. Will try to tag appropriately with trigger warnings.

Very private about stuff unless it's part of a rant. Don't expect conversations or anything as we are asocial (not social, what often gets confused for antisocial) and quite frightened by people due to a lot of unresolved trauma and previous harassment over the years.

May age regress in sfw or reblog sfw agere, but not a predominantly sfw blog.

Now for some prominent alters that may be mentioned or be the ones posting. Beneath the divide is a long list.

Prominent Posters: ❤️Alastor, he/him, they/it, Alastor Fictive, quite active❤️

💕💜🖤Velvy, she/they/it/he, Velvet/Velvette Fictive🖤💜💕

💙Vox, he/they, Vox Fictive, v-Vox-v💙

💕Dia, she/her, Dia Fictive💕

❤️🧡💛Niffty, she/they/bug, Niffty Fictive, she's trying her best :3💛🧡❤️

🖤💚Glam, She/They/Lay, Glitz(?) Helluva Boss Fictive. Basically fictive of the one who with puffball on their chest. We took her as Glam and she formed as Glam, but I think she's canonically Glitz.💚🖤

🕸️💖Angel Baby/Angel Cakes/Angie/Angel Dust, He/She/They/It/Angel, Angel Dust Fictive💖🕸️

💖Baby Doll/Baby/Lala, She/Her, They/It, Fictive, loves Aro💖

💝Aro/Nemo/Marz, She/He/They/Baye/It, Fictive, loves Baby Doll💝

💜✨Dolly/Lolly/Heart/Love, She/They/It/Love, OC Fictive✨💜

Prominent Alters That May Post:

💙🦈Alessio/Ale, he/she, Alessio Fictive🦈💙

🖤Unknown/???, ???/They/He, Protector and Trauma Holder🖤

❤️💀Crimson/Crim, He/They/It, Crimson Fictive, only speaks when triggered, may be active due to our rough past few months, usually a silent protector💀❤️

🖤Dark/Diane/Diana/Dominic, she/her, rarely they/them💙

🧡R, he/they/it, helps communication, system is semiverbal/semispeaking🧡

🌹💕Izzy/Illy, pronouns depend on the trigger that brought them out, can be little but not always💕🌹

💜Stolas, he/him, Stolas Fictive, sad boi💜

🖤🧡Striker, he/she/it, Striker Fictive🧡🖤

💜❌Tee/T, He/They, sometimes It/Its but rare, still figuring stuff out❌💜

🖤💀💔The Collective, We/Us, They/Them, It/Its, takes in Host when they cannot exist💔💀🖤

🖤❤️Cosmic/Galaxy/Nexus/Florence, It/Its, Bite/Bitten, We/Us, protector❤️🖤

🧡💙Brick, he/him, if Cosmic here I'm here

🖤💜Ombretta, she/it, galaxy person, mother figure, helps with chronic pain💜🖤

💚💕Riven, he/they/it, carer for the system💕💚

🖤🖤🖤Meanie, she/her usually, abuser introject, represents multiple abusers and dark thoughts, the asshole of the system, extremely triggering, -M🖤🖤🖤

🖤💚Pestilence, God/Unholy/Plague/The One/He/It/They, sort of introject of a specific outfit we wore in Splatoon 3 for Halloween splatfest, it's hard to explain, rotting and undead, zombie god, holder of religious delusions and god complex, word salad stuff during religious delusions too💚🖤

🧡💙Ana, they/them, looks after host, low empathy💙🧡

🖤💙Glitch/Millie/Raze, she/they/he/it, holder of psychosis/schizophrenia symptoms mostly💙🖤

🤍🤍White Light, One/They, similar to Unknown🤍🤍

💜💚Envy, he/they, Envy Fictive from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood💚💜

❤️💀Cay, It/Its, wants to have a voice💀❤️

🖤💀Corrupt/Korrupt, It/He/God, similar to Unknown and Crim, protector, split from trigger, religious delusions💀🖤

🍓💜🍒Lottie/La La, They/She🍒💜🍓

💜💕Lina, Kay/They/She💕💜

💚💲Mammon, They/She/He/It, Mammon Helluva Boss Fictive, feminine, dysphoric💲💚

☠️💧💀Rottie/Rotten/Rot, Beast/It/Itz/Fang/Grim/La/They/He/Curse/Rotting/Grave, trigger split,💀💧☠️

✖️🪦Rxp/Split/X/Shield, He/It/They, persecutor, not friendly🪦✖️

🌳🎭Sally, Any/Forest, Sally Face Fictive🎭🌳

🖤💀Static/Tone/Rot, --------, has typing quirk, typing quirk will be translated if ------ posts💀🖤

❄️🌨️Andrealphus/Andy/Andre/Elsa/Elsie, Queen/Ice, He/They/She, It/Its, Andrealphus Fictive🌨️❄️

Alters That May Be Mentioned:

❤️💕Valentino, he/him, any pronouns, Valentino Fictive, usually keeps to himself💕❤️

🖤💙Vox/Voxt, they/it/he, minor dysphoria, prefers human form, Vox Fictive, separate from my other Vox fictive, a stress split from Vox, ^-Vox-^💙🖤

💕❤️Valentina, she/they/he, Fem Val Fictive, more social, loves Voxia❤️💕

❤️💙Voxia/Voxlie/Voxie, they/she/he, Fem Vox Fictive, protector, loves Valentina💙❤️

🖤🧸Crimsy/Teeny Crimsy, he/it, little fictive🧸🖤

❤️😴Vally Baby, he/it, little fictive😴❤️

💜Baby Stolas, he/him, little fictive💜

💕H, she/her, little of host💕

💕💜Rose, she/they/it, little alter💜💕

💜🧸Oliver, They/He, little alter🧸💜

🐍Baby/Babee/Babie, She/He/It, little alter🐍

💙💜Fizzbubble, they/he/it, Fizzarolli Fictive, a sweetheart💜💙

💚Fizzy, he/him, she/her, Robo Fizz Fictive💚

💕💙Ozzie/Ozzierolli, he/they/it, Ozzie Fictive, looks after the Fizzes and the babies💙💕

💛💕Queen/Bee Bee, she/they/it, Queen Bee Fictive💕💛

💔Jesse, they/she and Kay, they/he/she, Helluva Boss background character introjects, keep to themselves but asked to join the list, sensitive and so they both don't interact much💔

🖤💜Astro/Astra, she/her💜🖤

🧡🧡Arsyn, they/them, they don't want a lot of their info out but wanted to still be included🧡🧡

❤️💜Exile, he/she/they, currently unknown but wanted to be included💜❤️

🖤💚Mika/Rockelle, she/it, Diane's bestie💚🖤

🎲Husky/Husker, He/They/She🎲

💙💀Sans, He/It/They, Sans Fictive, silent protector, low energy💀💙

🖤Exodus, It/They/He/God/Holy/Given/Courtesce/Decay, formed from trigger🖤

💜Saturn/Uranus, Lie/Sly, may rarely post💜

💕Siren/Spectre/Moss, He/Him, She/Her, may rarely post💕

💜⭐Star Strike/Star/Starry/Raven, She/They/Star/It/He, Fictive, may rarely post⭐💜

💜💍💕Stella/Princess, She/Her, It/Its, Princess, Stella Fictive💕💍💜

🌪️⚡Mackenzie/Mar-Bar, It/They⚡🌪️

🟣🟢🟠Makaybe, They/She/He/It🟠🟢🟣

🐶🐕Parasite/Bibi, She/They/It🐕🐶

🥞🌭🍩Nina/Mally/Sky, Hay/She🍩🌭🥞

🌺🌈Vaggie/Vagatha, She/He, Vaggie Fictive🌈🌺

⛲🧋🍿Vizio/Vizia, They/Them, Fictive, may rarely post🍿🧋⛲

💧⭐Excess/Rec, She/It/Her⭐💧

🤍💛The Refined, One/Ones, religious delusions💛🤍

🦈💙Void/Vxoid/Vxid, He/It, protector💙🦈

Some General Info:

❤️The little/kid/young alters will be mentioned, but they aren't allowed to interact with others for their safety. Don't be weird about my little alters either, you will be blocked if you are. This is heavily trauma based as well and our body is a survivor of csa so any creeps just stay tf away.❤️

💜Prominent alters may or may not post. Usually Dia, Glam, Angel, Niffty, Ally, and Velvy are the main ones moving from our mental health app.💜

💙A majority of my non-fictive alters are typically too personal and do not wish to be known except by safe people like my exception person Mikey :3 That is why most of my most prominent alters are fictives.💙

💕A lot of my alters aren't very active and are just listed for how we may mention them. There are more that are far less comfortable being known at all and a lot of the non-fictives wanted their info to a minimum typically.💕

💖💝We know a lot of our alters being Hazbin/Helluva makes us seem fake. We are still a fairly new system (spent the first while just...processing stuff rather than understanding alters.) We don't understand why, but the characters of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss are very euphoric and safe for us so we introject a lot from them. They are simply the most comfortable with being known about most of the time as well. As we have mentioned, a lot of the non-fictive alters tend to be too personal to us to exist pubicly.💝💖

#system #new to Tumblr #alters #osdd system #vent account #personal vents #info #about us #disabled #actually disabled #actually traumatized #autistic #actually autistic #get to know us

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trippygalaxy · 11 months

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Hi there galaxy, got a question for you if your okay with it.

Question: what are your thoughts on the chain separately?

HI DOODLE :D

And my thoughts, hmmm

Time: you already KNOW my thoughts on this man bad ass father figure/leader who is still a little shit and we love him for it 🫶

Twilight: love his design as well as his older brother role he has! Think he’s a good moral compass for the group too. Would love to see how he interacts/views the people of his village.

Warriors: ofc, pretty boy but also one of the most trained/capable fighters! Lots of people play into the pretty boy stick, which is fun, but we should also remember this man is a CAPTAIN in the military! This dude is not afraid of getting muddy. If something happened to Time, id fight to make Warriors the new leader of the group!

Sky: sleepy guy!!! But also GOD KILLER!? I LOVE how love sick he is with his Zelda but also how that isn’t his ONLY character trait! I really like how jojo didn’t forget his wood working skills! ALSO LOVE HOW CULTURALLY DIFFERENT HE IS BECAUSE HES LITERALLY FROM LIKE THE BEGINNING OF HYRULE TIME???

Wild: love the wild child vibes, the chaos is NEEDED but I kinda wish more people recognized how he’s literally like a friendly neighborhood spiderman?? But the neighborhood is a whole ass continent! He’s helped SOOO many people, so he is BOUND to have a whole ass army of allies that are willing to help him!

Wind: PIRATE VIBES ARE IMMACULATE. I honestly relate to him so much?? Most people see him as a child but he’s not?? He’s been through so much and only to get written off as some kid just because of his age?? BUT STILL NOT BEING AFRAID TO LIKE AND BE CHILDISH?? He is definitely one of my favourites

Four: underrated?? Like he’s so cool! AND HIS PLACEMENT IN THE TIMELINE SPEAKS SO MUCH!?! i read one fic where Time looked up to four but only knew him as “the hero of men” so when they all met he didn’t know BUT ONCE HE DID EVERYTHING CLICKED INTO PLACE?? I LOVE how many ways he can just mess with people! Short? Can act like a kid and trick people! Minish abilities? HAHAH get ready for the pranks of life times AND getting you out of tricky situations! SPLITTING INTO FOUR? THE POSSIBILITY IS ENDLESS DUDE!

Legend: hahaha, angy bunny man. But seriously, LOVE how he is the most experienced of the group and everyone is like “wtf haven’t you done?” And he’s just “getting an fucking break apparently.” Also the angst with Marin is PEAK!!! Would love to see him use more of his wild ass items just to freak the others out.

Hyrule: OKAY, might be a hot take but i kinda hate that people baby him so much?? Like, yes he is hard on himself and yes he can be seen as ‘shy’ but he’s probably one of the most harden heroes but is still so light hearted! We see him poke fun at alot of the group (especially Time), he can be chaotic but is still collected when he needs to be. He GREW UP in a literal hell scape, that dude is BOUND to have trust issues and so many bad habits and wounds and scars AND YET HE’S STILL SEEN AS ONE OF THE MOST CHEERFUL OF THE GROUP!! HYRULE IS A BADASS WITH A HEART OF GOLD AND YOU CAN FIGHT ME ON THAT!

#trippy answers #🛸alien doodle🛸#anon ask #linked universe

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bowsers-keep · 1 year

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*slams table* OKAY NEW TRAILER LET'S LOOK AND SEE WHAT WE GOT!!!

So DK is in it that'll be fun, new model ain't half bad love how first thing he does is beat the shit out of Mario (I like to interpret that has him being angy at Mario for replacing him as his main rival). Also Chris Pratt what was that feeble attempt at a 'LETS-A-GO!'? You could've TRIED to put more energy into it!

Detail I noticed with the DK scene though, it's being done on those things the og Donkey Kong arcade game floor was made out of, love the detail.

Kinda sad that Luigi is going to be in the damsel in distress role, I like Peach being badass and all but give my boy something more to do, even if that's simply the b plot of the film I'll be happy. (Also the voice acting for Luigi despite not being the og voice is still amazing and fits SO well, if I had to choose another voice for Luigi it would be this)

On another note, THIS FILM IS 100% AN ISEKAI THERE'S NO DEBATING IT!!!!

That scene that I assume is a training course is one big reference to the 2d games and I LOVE it! Not surprised that some average joe plumber man can't handle it. (Peach's expression is just 🤌)

Speaking about Peach, love that she's gonna be badass princess lady, voice actress does a lovely job but couldn't you have taken the pitch up a notch???? Make her sound a little more dainty so she's seems more like your average Disney princess but then have her bust out some moves.

POWER UPS!!!! WE GET TO SEE THE POWER UPS IN ACTION!!!!!! Prediction that end of the film climax will be Mario using a Super star to just give Bowser one hell of a beat, calling it now.

Peach said Galaxy. Rosalina mayhaps????? I'm inhaling so much copium rn hoping for at LEAST a reference of Rosalina.

We're getting Mario Kart in this too?! Wow this is going to be interesting. (And for once Chris Pratt does some decent voice acting with the 'WAHOO!')

Animation is looking good can't wait to see how it comes out in April, Illuminations don't fudge this up, although I will not hold my breath if it turns out bad. Though they probably have Nintendo breathing down their necks to NOT make it bad since Mario is their biggest ip and Nintendo would not risk Mario looking bad for ANYTHING

#mario #mario movie #mario movie spoilers

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ladyimaginarium · 3 years

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AYYYYY 400 FOLLOWERS !!!

#OUT OF THE GALAXY. ( ANGIE SPEAKS. )#anyway thank y'all so much !! even though i barely rp on here anymore and this is where i come in with some news !!#i’m revamping this blog into a personal blog and moving most if not all my rp stuff over to a new account !!#i will only interact there with very few people aka the only few people i can see myself interacting with while i primarily rp on discord!!#tho tbh don’t expect me to be super active there !#i have a million things going on at the moment !#if we are not mutuals on discord or on my original blog then you may not interact !!#i will only be doing threads primarily on discord with few exceptions !!#rping is still very much a passion of mine and i hope to talk to some of y’all there but hopefully moreso on discord !!#i'll also be merging imaginariumrpc - my rpc blog - here as well so that way they'll be combined !#i have a ton of news - both good and bad but mostly good - for y'all but hopefully y'all can be patient w/ me bc this'll be a process !!

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shinidamachu · 4 years

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What are some of your favorite InuYasha fanfiction stories? 😙

CONGRATULATIONS! YOU ARE THE VERY FIRST PERSON TO ASK ME THIS QUESTION! PLEASE, CLICK ON THE FOLLOWING LINKS TO CLAIM YOUR PRIZE:

Light Me a Lantern by @inuyashasforest: a lot of feelings for this one. It was the first Inukag multichapter fanfic I have ever read and boy am I glad I did. It’s a must read. I don’t know how Hanyo no Yashahime will fall into the Inuyasha universe, but if it turns out to be garbage, I’m more than happy to accept Light Me a Lantern as canon instead. Send tweet.

Little by Little by @little-known-artist: cutest post-canon fanfic in all land! It will make you smile. It will make you laugh. It will make you a little horny. That being said, it will also make you cry, but trust me: you’re gonna be grateful for it.

You Rescued Me by @keichanz: this fic it’s a party and I’m the piñata, there’s no other way to put it. Heather is a storytelling master, like... she could post her grocery shopping list and I’d be reading the hell out of it!

The Captain and the Hanyo by @goshinote: I love the whole premise of this fic and how much effort Jane puts in every detail. It’s like I’m living in it and I wish I was. It’s the story I’m currently reading and it’s so, so sweet and exciting!

Cruel Summer by @akitokihojo: you know shit is about to go down when Angie drops a Taylor Swift song titled fic. Now that Folklore is out I’m honestly scared for my life.

Pennies and Dimes by @witchygirl99: SOMEONE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TURN THIS INTO A MOVIE PLEASE AND THANK YOU! (part one)

Delicate by @akitokihojo: SOMEONE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TURN THIS INTO A MOVIE PLEASE AND THANK YOU! (part two)

A Night to Remember by @angelhartsblog: I want you to close your eyes. Now I want you to think about the perfect Inukag first time. Open your eyes. Did you think about A Night To Remember? No? That’s because you haven’t read it yet, pal. What are you waiting for?

The Gorgon and the Dog Demon by @cstormsinukagblog: I’m in too deep HELP!

Mating Fever by @clearwillow: let’s face it, this one is a classic already! The concept of this story was executed so well. Nothing was held back. You can tell Carra had as much fun writing it as we had reading it.

Pretending To Pretend by splendentgoddess: IF BOTH THE LAST HARD COPY OF THIS FIC AND MY COUSIN WERE ON FIRE... I’d still save my cousin but only because I reread Pretending to Pretend so many times I could probably write it down again myself, word for word. Also, my mom would never let me hear the end of it. But, like... it’s still a close one.

Bakin’ Cakes/Patty-Cake by @artistefish: if I had two lives to give to Bloodhound and Kitten then two lives I’d give them.

Risks by @stoatsandweasels: THE CHARACTERIZATION, THE DIALOGUES, THE SMUT... Definition of *chef’s kiss*. The stars really aligned for this one, let me tell ya. Good. Fucking. Food.

Cam You See Me? by @keichanz: Smut Queen at her best. LONG LIVE!

Inuyasha: Prince of Thieves by @starlingchildgazingatthestars: I feel like this fic should be written on a very big, very old, hard covered book. And someone should read it to me every night before I go to sleep. Every new chapter deepens the plot and the character so much. I’m hooked.

Belief/Resist by @dangerouspompadour: my first thought on it was “man, I wish I could leave a thousand kudos” because it’s one of my favorite tropes ever and the story was told with such delicacy and honesty. Nailed their personalities to their cores.

Freak Attraction/Freak Attraction: Seven-Man Circus by @artistefish: this fic is the epitome of galaxy brain. How do someone eve come up with something so incredible? The world building is so fucking good, are you kidding me?

Oblivion by @meggz0rz: this one needs no comments... But I’m gonna comment anyway: talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show-stopping, spetacular, never-the-same, totally unique.

Beautiful Stranger by splendentgoddess: WHAT A RIDE, MY FRIENDS! BUCKLE THE FUCK UP!

Missing by @ajoy3fanfics: it’s called ‘missing’ because after you finish the whole thing you just miss it so fucking much! I remember how obsessed with it I became, refreshing the page for updates. I was a woman possessed. I spent about 80% of my time talking about this fic, and the other 20% of the time, I was praying for someone else to bring it up so I could talk about it more.

The Delinquent Boyfriend by @artistefish: book one of Inukag Holy Bible.

Out Of The Woods by @dyaz-stories: okay so there are only two chapters so far but the plot it’s captivating as hell! And the writing it’s flawless. If you haven’t read it yet, please do and tell Dya I sent you and I miss her ass.

Guardian by @ruddcatha: my nerdy ass feels seen and represented.

Knit and Lace by @doginabirdcage: if you’re part of the Inukag fandom you’re legally obligated to read this fanfic. This is not even a joke. Do you know someone who hasn’t read it? No! And you shouldn’t because it’s fucking awesome.

Call You Mine by @lavendertwilight89: every word on this is a drop of dopamine I swear.

Enchanted by @akitokihojo: I was in the middle of studying for one of the most important tests of my life when Enchanted came around. Was it insane of me to drop everything to read it? Yes. Would I do it again? Yes.

The Half Breed’s Wife by @gypsin: I’m gonna be honest here, this better update before I die otherwise I’m simply not going. RIP to everyone who will pass away without knowing how The Half Breed’s Wife ends but I’m different.

The It Couple by @meggz0rz: OH, YEAH,THE COOL KID OF FANFICS! *Vogue by Madonna starts playing*

It's About Time by @akitokihojo: first fic by Angie I have ever read! Flashback to two-years-ago me picking her chin off the floor. I still can believe I could read this for free? It feels wrong that I could, but also, like: thank God!

The Maid and the Bodyguard by @dyaz-stories: this is the fic you want to take home to your mama. You’d get on one knee for this fic. You’d buy it a diamond ring. You’d profess my undying love for it and you’d spend the rest of your life trying to prove to this fic I’m worthy of it.

Something Real by Angelica Pierce: so this is one of the best oneshots I have ever read in my entire life. It is also the one and only work signed by this author known to mankind. Which I take as a personal offense. To me. Personally.

Mars and Venus by @doginabirdcage: have you ever read something so clever you’re mad about it? Like HOW DARE YOU BE SO SMART? Genius, really. I read it so long ago and it blows me away to this day.

I Knew You Before I Met You by @keichanz: book two of Inukag Holy Bible.

House Mates by honeybee31: “and they were roommates.” “OH MY GOD, THEY WERE ROOMMATES!” Domestic Inukag? In my fic rec? It’s more likely than you think.

The Language He Speaks by @akitokihojo: if I was half as beautiful as this fic... I’d be kissing so many mouths... The possibilities...

Fingertips by @shinjiteflorana: this is the level of writing I aspire to achieve someday.

PS: I could never, in a billion years, rank these fanfiction, so please keep in mind they are in no way ordered by personal preference. I just love them all. Also, I’m messy.

PS²: believe it or not, I really tried to narrow this down. If I were to tag every Inuyasha fanfiction I love ever, it would get insane huge. This is a not exhaustive, very humble list of my favorites as requested above and I had to draw the line somewhere, otherwise I’d just keep going forever.

PS³: I’ll never get tired of saying that this fandom is crazy talented! Making this fic rec was so hard because there are so many awesome creators out there putting out new content for us every single day. I would like you to know that, even if I had to leave some works out, I appreciate and support each one of them. Thank you so much for keeping the Inuyasha fandom alive!

PS⁴: if you’re reading this, feel free to recommend or tag me in Inuyasha fanfics. Add some of your favorites to this post. Give the authors some love!

#There are SO MANY fanfics I want to start reading but didn’t have the time yet #That’s a topic for another ask tho so if any of you are interested in finding out which ones I have on my to-read list come to my inbox #I’ll be happy to tell you #Anyway I hope I have satisfied your curiosity anon #Thank you for asking now come fangirl about these absolute jams with me #Gosh this took a while #Fic rec

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spiltscribbles · 3 years

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You're doing prompts! Yesss you have no idea how happy that makes me cause I love you're writing so so so much its so amazing soo yayyyyyy 🥳🥳 can I request prompt 32? Things you said I wouldn't understand. Maybe some wolfstar? I'm just a slut for your fics so I would probably die if you wrote this. Even if you don't that's fine I never wanna pressure you soo yeah love you 💕💕

~Notes: Gorgeous, this message is literally so fucking kind and I am absolutely SOBBING!!!! You are such a fucking gorgeous soul! And this means the galaxy! And I’m sorry! This screams angst, but I had a really really fucking awful day, so I just wanted to escape with some fluff :( But if you want me to redo I promise I will! Or you can send me another prompt and I’ll write angst! I adore you!!!

A Reblog Is Worth A Thousand Stars » Send Me A Prompt » Things You Said That I Couldn’t Understand

Sirius realizes on an ordinary Tuesday morning as he spills the chocolate chips into the batter of the first batch of flapjacks, that he and his husband of over a decade haven’t had a date night for three months.

Three! Ruddy! Months!

THat’s completely not on! especially considering that now that the twins have entered their terrible twos they’ve barely had any energy at all to go beyond furtive hand jobs and messy kisses in almost just as long. Sirius misses his bloody husband damn it!

“Daddy?” Angelica asks with owlish eyes from where she and her younger brother, Teddy, are standing on either side of him with their expectant plates in hand. “You look peaky.”

“Like you’re gonna puke,” Teddy tacks on helpfully, his ordinarily tawny curls turning a putrid shade of green just to emphasize his point. And Sirius silently reminds himself to tell Tonks off for teaching his kid such rude gestures once she gets back from her honeymoon with that Muggle bird of hers.

“Oi, you guys are going to make your old man feel like he’s the Hogwarts squid if you keep on.” Sirius tells them with a soft tug on Angelica’s ponytail and a cluck of a tongue directed towards his son.

“You’re father’s probably still just getting use to the time difference after getting back from the states.”

Sirius straightens up— pulse spiking in that way it always has around Remus ever since they had first begun to go out as fifth years— and spots him padding into the kitchen, beautifully sleep rumpled and cradling a babbling Maeve in one arm, while her twin, Matthew, toddles along side them with a meaty thumb in his mouth. Though he immediately begins sprinting towards Sirius once realizing that he’s finally home from teaching those Americans the newly enhanced defense tactics that the British Aurors have been utilizing to successful degrees.

“THere’s my Matty,” he crows, lifting him up in the air and blowing a raspberry into his belly while the toddler squawks with glee.

“Daddy home! Daddy! Daddy!”

“And he brings with him enough noise to rival the frog choir,” Remus notes absently.

Sirius waggles his tongue over at him, heart stuttering when he watches the morning sun spilling through the wide partition and unspooling golden in Remus’s hair. “You need it, gorgeous, considering you couldn’t wake up to your own ruddy alarm.”

Remus smiles in that abashed way that’s always been more devious than most give him credit for, “It’s the seventh year Ravenclaws, I think they will actually end up giving me an aneurism with how much extra they write in the essays.”

“Alas, I’m too pretty to be a widow,” Sirius sighs, tossing Matthew up in the air once more and cradling him into his arm before walking over to Remus and dipping down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “I’ve missed you.”

“You could’ve woken me up you know,” Remus mumbles, shifting from foot to foot while sliding Maeve into her high chair. “The moon’s not til tomorrow night.”

Sirius ducks his head, scratching the back of it with appropriate diffidence. “I just didn’t want to disturb you, love.”

Remus doesn’t catch his eye as he begins to walk over to the counter and brings the other portions of the meal to the table, lips pinched and shoulders stiff. “I’m not a total invalid, Sirius. I could welcome my husband home after a week apart.”

“What’s that mean, Tad?” Teddy asks, oblivious to the undercurrent of hurt in his father’s tone and energetic as always while scrambling into his own seat around the breakfast nook, wide eyes glowing with that easy mirth that Sirius is thankful every day his children can feel without any lingering ghosts. “A, erm— In—valvid."

“It means your Tad’s a bit brassed off at me, Ted.” Sirius answers for him, affecting a light hearted cadence. "And that I better get round to finishing up breakfast or else he’ll give me that stiff upper lip of his.”

Remus pins him with a glare from over his shoulder while Sirius sets Matthew into his own seat besides his sister, but his features are softened and Sirius knows that it means he’s close to being forgiven.

“Daddy can I have blueberries in mine,” Angelica asks as he returns to the oven.

“Course, jellybean,” Sirius answers, adopting the pet name that Hope had called her granddaughter ever since they had brought her back from the hospital eight years ago. Sirius loved it even more once finding out that it was actually a reference to some sort of Muggle treat that Remus use to eat by the handfuls as a lad.

“OmyChocomydadzee,” Ted yells towards them with a wedge of cheese in his mouth before sticking his fork into the plate of sliced fruit so to waggle it in front of a giggling Maeve.

“Sorry, son, I don’t understand trollish. Or is that some sort of highly advanced Metamorphmagus language that your Aunty Dora has been teaching you on the sly that we lowly, ordinary wizards couldn’t possibly understand?”

Teddy rolls his bright eyes with a huff, swallowing down pointedly before speaking again. “Only chocolate in mine, just like Tad!”

“Manners, Ted, remember please and thank yous.” Remus says, long suffering as he eases down into his own seat and sips from the mug of coffee that Sirius had already prepared for him. “Though yes, I’d like mine to be chocolate too, Sirius, if you’re taking orders.”

Sirius grins indulgently at them before peering down to his eldest. “Angie darling, what shall we do with their teeth once they fall out from all that sugar?”

Angelica laughs glowingly, and Sirius brushes back her chestnut bangs with a reverent hand.”The snow warlock outdoors could use it since he’s only got a carrot nose after Matty ate the chocolate frogs we were s’pose to use for his smile.”

“Brilliant!”

After they’ve all eaten, Teddy and Angelica race outside to await the Potters amidst shouts of “Shut your trap,” from a peeved off Teddy every time Angelica taunts him over his crush on Effie, and the twins dig into their toy chest in the living room while Sirius and Remus spell away the mess that always ensues after a meal with the Lupin-Blacks.

“Andromeda wants us to bring the Christmas pudding this year,” Remus idly tells Sirius while he enchants the dishes to begin washing themselves with a graceful flick of his wand. Remus ordinarily prefers cleaning them by hand, so Sirius has an inkling that the impending full moon has already begun aching in his bones. Merlin’s saggy bollocks does he wish this new, experimental potion would just escape the bureaucracy of the Ministry so that the man who is his other half could at least have a small relief.

“Is that along with the wine and fresh cranberry sauce she’s asked for?” Sirius says, saddling up behind Remus, bending slightly so to nuzzle his nose along the hollow of his long neck.

“Mmm, she thought you might say that, and wanted to kindly remind you that she carried a set of twins for us when she was forty even though we promised that Ted would be the last sprog.”

“Pff, as if I’d let potter outdo us.”

“We definitely didn’t let that happen,” Remus snorts. “The twins and Pip will surely be the next generation Marauders, God save Minerva.”

“Exactly!” Sirius sneers, locking his arms around Remus’s torso. “Besides ’s not like it’s our fault Meda’s bloody eggs decided on a two for one deal.”

Remus stifles a laugh, leaning back into the embrace and setting his hand over Sirius’s where he’s begun thumbing small circles against his abdomen. “Yes, well if you’d like to have that argument with her?”

“Oh, she’s full of it. I know that the twins are her favorites, spoils them rotten I tell you Moons.”

“Well it’s hard not to with such cute faces,” Remus says, turning his head slightly so to peer over at the pair of them through the doorway. Maeve is munching on the leg of her barbie and Matthew is clashing together pieces of two completely contradictory puzzles. Sirius swears that his chest might implode with the love he feels for his chaotic, little family.

“Course they’re cute, Moons,” he says loftily instead of the incredibly sappy emotions that are flooding his insides. “They’re are kids, cute is in the genes.”

“Cocky bastard,” Remus snorts before turning around in his arms and kissing him full on the mouth. And yes, the sight of Remus curled around the latest essay he’s meant to be marking up with the baby monitor for the twins’s room clutched in his left fist, was an absolute heavenly sight, but Sirius thinks this more hands on approach is a much more appropriate welcome after dealing with an ocean between them and six nights apart.

“Mmm, does this mean I’m not in the dog house anymore?” Sirius asks hopefully, trailing a path of kisses along Remus’s jawline and stopping at the hinge where it meets his neck so to suck only slightly, reveling in the beautifully familiar taste of his husband.

“You were never in the dog house you daft mutt,” Remus reproves in a voice that could’ve been caustic if it weren’t for his words going breathy half way through and his hands clutching tightly onto Sirius’s shoulders. “’S just— Just… Nothing.”

Sirius feels his stomach twist, pulling off of him with a scowl set on his face, and refusing for Remus to just brush this aside, the way he’s always want to do instead of talking about anything that actually might be hurting him. Like he’s afraid that his sodding feelings are somehow a burden, the self-possessed bastard.

“Tell me,” he intones, brooking no arguments while he gently takes Remus’s face in hand so he can’t look away.

His gorgeous features twist up, indignant and mulish, but they relax almost just as quickly, a defense tactic that’s melt away almost completely after so long of being intwined with one another in the most intimate of ways.

“Sirius, there was a time that you could hardly keep your hands off of me after being away for less than half as long,” Remus tells him, voice wavering only slightly. “And I understand if it’s getting tiring having to parent around the moon’s schedule—“

“What the bloody fuck are you talking about,” Sirius really meant to listen to him all the way through, he did! But he can’t help just how furious he got at the sound of that absolutely ridiculous conclusion Remus has somehow conjured up in his impossible mind. Positively hates how this is still such a point of sensitivity Remus has when it regards to their relationship.

“Sirius—“

“Don’t be a completely idiotic arse, Lupin!” Sirius very nearly shouts, absolutely broiling. “You are the love of my life, and I wouldn’t change a single sodding thing about us! And I swear to Merlin or Morgana or whoever the fuck else, that if you begin speaking such rubbish again, I’ll have to lock you up in our bedroom, and show you just how intensely I mean that.”

Remus’s face has gone flushed throughout Sirius’s diatribe, and his hazel eyes twinkle with that adoring way of his that always makes Sirius’s heart lodge somewhere in his diaphragm. “Lupin-Black.”

“Pardon?”

“You called me Lupin, it’s Lupin-Black now, has been for quite a while.”

Sirius chuckles lowly, feeling his righteous anger deflate as he crowds Remus against the kitchen island and presses their foreheads together. “You done being a senseless sod then?”

Remus locks his hands around Sirius’s neck, kisses his cupids bow with a tender earnestness. “You still could’ve woken me up.”

“I just wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t be exhausted for tomorrow, love.” Sirius reiterates, kissing him with feeling before pulling apart once more. “Though if I’m being totally honest, I would’ve liked it if you could’ve wanked me off in hello.”

“That’s all you would’ve wanted?” Remus asks smugly, the tip of his index finger tracing idl patterns against Sirius’s neck.

“Mmm, don’t tease me, Moony.” Sirius tells him before sharing another snog. “I was just thinking earlier on that it’s been three ruddy months since I’ve had you to myself for the entire night.””

Remus’s smile brightens, “Oh yeah? You’ve missed that have you?” He bucks forwards, and Sirius can feel him pressed completely against his front.

“I think I might go mad very, very soon, Mssr Moony if we don’t correct this most awful of grievances.”

Remus laughs fondly, kissing the tip of his nose with a smile on his face. “Well I reckon that the twins are old enough to sleep through the night, and Grandma Lupin is always asking after them.”

Sirius brightens ten fold, “Really?”

“I’m sure the kids won’t mind spending an extended weekend on the Welsh coast.” Remus nods.

“Right, good. Yes! Let’s use that tellamabob thing.”

“But the kitchen’s still a mess.”

“Remus, please have mercy on me,” Sirius begs with his best pleading look until his husband finally relents in that worldweary way of his, even if it’s him who snatches Sirius’s wrist and drags him to that muggle contraption, an excited jittering to his grasp all the while.

Sirius is irrecoverably in love with such a bellend.

~*~

My Wolfstar FIC Masterlist

#WOLFSTAR #REMUS LUPIN #SIRIUS BLACK #REMUSXSIRIUS #SIRIUSXREMUS #HARRY POTTER SERIES #MARAUDERS #SPILT INK #SUGARPLUMS #Sweetest babes

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ultimate-distaster-material · 3 years

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-Shuichi Saihara Birthday Special- Birthday Boy~Vol.2

SHUICHI POV

I wake up to the unbearable sound of the monokubs yelling into the monitor, alerting me to wake up. Something about today felt different from the last, as excitement flushed through me, and had absolutely why I had felt like this. Today had a quite special feeling to it that I couldn't recognize. Yet I ignored the thought and quickly got dressed, brushing the sprinkles of dust littering my uniform and wasting a full 5 minutes contemplating whether or not to wear my hat to breakfast. I decided to leave it behind, trying to fight off my addiction to wearing it. Plus, if things got out of hand, I could always come back for it.

I briskly walked out of my dorm, venturing to the kitchen to fix myself a coffee and relax. I love coffee.

"Shumai!"

I instantly knew who that voice belonged to. My lovely boyfriend, Kokichi Ouma. I turned to witness him bouncing excitedly towards me, with a big box rested in his arms. I pondered for a moment.

-Why does he have a box? And why does it have wrapping paper on it?-

Suddenly everything clicked. The special vibe to the day, the present Kokichi was carrying, and why I had felt an overwhelming excitement earlier.

It was my birthday.

September 7th

I waved happily at Ouma as he inched closer, somewhat struggling to carry the present and running out of breath rather quickly. I quietly chuckled at his attempts, and watched him as he almost dropped the present onto the seat and collapsed into my arms, panting heavily. I continued to laugh at his childness and ran my fingers through his silky purple locks, while he impatiently looked up at me, before suddenly jumpscaring me by throwing his hands into the air.

"Happy Birthday, Saihara-Chan!"

I smiled as he aggressively hugged me like a human teddy bear, and I thanked him soon after. I watched as he began to speak, not expecting what happened next.

"Saihara-Chans a big meanie! He doesn't wanna open my present!"

He wailed, clearly attempting to make a dramatic scene as crocodile tears poured out of his purple orbs, hitting the floor with a slight splat. I rolled my eyes and picked up a present.

"Calm down Koki. I'm opening it now."

"Yay! Let's see what you get Shu-Shu!"

I gently peeled the checkered wrapping paper, revealing the box hidden inside it. I was a little scared to open it because it was from Kokichi, yet I still trusted him. Carefully, I opened the box, to reveal a ton of objects scattered inside.

"You didn't' have to waste all your money on me, y'know."

He grinned and put his arms behind his head, doing his signature pose.

"Don't worry! I used Momota-Chan's money instead!"

"WHAT?"

"You heard me, nishishi!"

I sighed and pulled out one of the objects, which was a stack of mystery novels. I swore he could see the stars in my eyes, even without looking. I studied the books, acting like a child on Christmas Day. If he got a cent for every time I said thank you to him, he would be rich. I peered down at the box, reaching for the next object. Mascara. I glared at him.

"Really?"

"Y e s"

I sighed and placed the mascara back into the box, pulling out a black coffee mug instead. I smiled at the object, studying the designs decorating its outsides. Beautiful thin streaks of teal blue slashed across the side, and the deep black colour surrounding the lines.

"Thank you for this, Kokichi."

He smiled at me, swaying back and forth on his heels, his black and purple shoes digging into the tiles. I carefully placed the mug onto the table, and grabbed another object from the box. A checkered scarf. dug through the box to find the very last item. I let out a long relaxed breath as the last item sat perfectly in my hands. A realistic drawing of Kokichi and I, hugging each other. I peered up at my boyfriend, curious.

"Did you draw this?"

"Maybe."

I sighed and stared at the beautiful picture in my hands, before gently placing everything back into the box.

"Sidekick! Maki~Roll and I are here to wish you the best birthday to ever happen in the galaxy!"

"Shut up. You're just embarrassing yourself."

Maki sent a deadly glare at Kaito, making him shiver a little as he handed over the present. I ripped the wrapping paper that was littered with stars and gazed down into the box. I picked up the first item, which was a plastic covered CD of some sort. I inspected the disc, reading the information on the back. My Chemical Romance. I had been secretly wanting this for a while, yet would never admit it. The only person I told was Maki, because I know she honestly doesn't care about judging people other than Kaito and Kokichi. And maybe a few others that I shall not name. I peered back down into the box, double checking that I hadn't forgotten something. The only thing there was a 'Milky Way' chocolate bar that I would eat later.

"Atua told me to give this to you, Saihara~Kun!"

The random voice popped out of nowhere as I was thanking Kaito and Maki. I almost jumped off the chair in fright.

"A-Angie! How long have you been there-?"

"Only a few minutes, nyahahaha~"

I sighed and took Angie's present from her hands, the paper decorated with paint splotches and strokes. I repeated the process, open the box and find a new item to add to my growing collection. This time I had gotten a quite large paint brush, and a drawing of me. I gratefully thanked Angie for her gifts as Miu dramatically entered the room.

"Ayo virgin! I got something for you emo boi. Take it or leave it, it's from Miu Iruma herself! "

She sat down a few chairs away from me after handing me the box. I wasn't prepared. It was probably gonna be something sexual. To my surprise, it was a extra pair of her goggles, but just the way I would've wanted them. I've always told Miu her goggles looked cool, and now I was thanking her for giving me a pair.

"Also...Piano freak told me to give you this and say happy birthday for her."

She passed me a photo of Kaede and I playing the piano, which I admit seemed was a memory I would cherish forever.

As the day went by, I was almost buried in gifts and wrapping paper from all of my classmates. I got a load of new items, and I was grateful for all of them. Gonta had even gotten me a mini cage with a small caterpillar in it, so I could learn how the insect turned into a butterfly. And Rantaro got me a necklace that matches his. Tenko only go me some chocolates, claiming that she didn't wanna give me something better since I was a 'degenerate male'. Himiko had gotten me a beginners magic trick set and a guide to go with it. Tsumugi had sewed me a cool detective costume I had grown quite fond of. Kirumi and Ryoma had even offered to play board games with me and had rented me some books from the library. Korekiyo had gotten me a 'ritual guide', which I studied a little and was pretty interesting. Kiibo had even set up a huge slumber party for all of us. Kaede showed up eventually, claiming that she was helping Kiibo set up the surprise party.

I must admit, that was one of the most fun birthday I have ever had. Ever.

#Happy Birthday Shuichi Saihara #Birthday #saiouma #oumasai #gay panic #danganronpa v3 #:>

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thelemoncoffee · 4 years

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Me: i’m gonna upload the design bullet points for EWWBL Also me: *makes HPA Talent Swap Au instead*

~~OKAY SO HERE WE GO THEN ~~ ~~~LONG ASS POST INCOMING~~~

Part One!! (there’s too much for one post)

[Kokichi- Detective] >Is amazing at his Ultimate >Lies so frequently no one believes him when he's serious >He often mocks people for not believing him when he ends up proven right >Hyper analytical by impulse >Pushes people away with lies due to self-consciousness issues >Actually pretty serious when he's at the Agency, they know him better so even when he does lie they see right through it >lock-picks are his best friend istfg ~~~~ -School outfit >Black to purple (T to B)faded Turtleneck >White trench coat >black fedora, checkered band on it >White pants from original design >Random chains and shinies on the coat >Original shoes -Casual >Oversized hoodies >Ripped black jeans >Pastels >Still lots of shinies >Purple and white sneakers

[Kirumi- Pianist] >Still mom >Frightfully dedicated to her craft, she spends any time she can in the music room to practice >Looks calm but has way too much energy at all times >Caffeine addiction >Insists helping Kaede and anyone else really is "taking a break", no one else agrees >Please sleep girl ~~~~ -School outfit >Black open front sweater >White button-up dress shirt >Black long skirt, piano key base trim >Black tie, spiderweb pattern from original >Original gloves >Purple treble note hairpin >Black heels -Casual >Grey open front sweater >Pale olive green shirt >Deep purple long skirt >Various necklaces >Platforms

[Shuichi- Leader] >Runs a 10 member Graffiti/Thief Organization >They collectively decided to call it the Strikers Guild >People automatically assumed his organization was massive and possibly dangerous due to his demeanor >He never actually stated his member count cause no one asked >The Guild is very supportive of him, and helps him out alot with his social anxiety >Feels like he isn't worthy of his title by any means, and if people knew the real member count, they'd agree ~~~~ -School outfit >white neck hugger shirt (idk what their called) >black & silver striped open front overcoat >black slacks >Emo Hat (tm) >Dress shoes -Casual >Hoodies and turtle necks >Ripped jeans >Still Emo Hat (tm) >Black sneakers -Strikers uniform >Dark blue cape w/ hood >worn black army style uniform >custom wolf mask >Dress shoes

[Kaito- Adventurer] >Plants are fucking cool man >He started adventuring cause he hates being cooped up in one place and it escalated from there >Still got a hero complex, always trying to do something to be heroic to someone >Freakishly good at parkor, he uses it to get in places he really shouldn't be >He's still lazy, so unless he's out traveling, you won't catch much talent related activity from him except parkor ~~~~ -School outfit >Original shirt >Tattered school uniform overcoat >Torn dark jeans >unbuttoned purple dress shirt under overcoat >Several band-aids >Band bracelets >Sneakers -Casual >Same thing >without school overcoat >Combat boots

[Angie- Tennis Pro] >Claims Atua caries her through all her matches >Was sent to Juvie for a year after she committed arson >probably only ever drinks energy drinks >Still basically the same old Angie but tennis ~~~~ -School outfit >blue and cream tennis uniform >Original overcoat >Obscene amount of band bracelets >Sneakers -Casual >Graphic crop-tops >Skinny jeans >Still too many bracelets >Now there's alot of necklaces too >Sandals

[Rantaro- Astronaut] >Has been to space and back twice, planning a third after highschool >High-key likes dad jokes >Never seen without his galaxy pedant/necklace >Really just likes the space aesthetics, he even uses a space themed bookbag and has a galaxy phone case >Gets high with Kaito often cause he keeps bringing him weed back from other counties ~~~~ -School outfit >Galaxy necklace always and forever >Open-front hoodie w/ original shirt stripes >Original jewelry >Jaxa shirt >Original cargo khakis >Galaxy sneakers -Casual >Basically same thing >Hoodie around waist >Jeans

[Gonta- Anthropologist] >Humans are really weird but fascinating >Still got lost in the forest for a long time(6, not 10 years) >Makes up for the 6 years by studying cultures in every way he can find possible >Ended up being more fluent in English and Russian than Japanese thanks to how much he culture hops ~~~~ -School outfit >Brown Tailcoat, Sleeves rolled up >Green infinity scarf >Cool cultural bracelets >Darker brown slacks >Dress shoes >Pendants of all sorts on scarf >Glasses have a chain on one side -Casual >Button down shirts >Dark brown pants >same bracelets

[Ryoma- Artist] >Has like- 3 cats >Was just a vibing hobby artist but then HPA noticed how good he was and now he just vibes there instead >Chill as fuck most of the time >Don't disrupt him while arting, it's dangerous >Has a sign on his door to let people know he's in the art vibe >his art ranges from really detailed and beautiful works of all media, to shitpost doodles >He has a wall covered in sticky note Doodles of his cats ~~~~ -School outfit >hats! (beanie, fedora, and beret) >baggy sweats >Hoodies >Sandals -Casual >same thing but messier

[Tenko- Robot] >T3N-K0 is her Given name, but she figured it would be easier for humans to say Tenko >Was programmed to speak in third person, and has no clue why >Doesn't trust boys to not do something cruel to her, like take her apart or something >Often fusses over Himiko's well-being, she doesn't fully understand how humans work but knows her sleep schedule isn't okay >Likes to hang out with Maki and ask her for cool updates, Maki doesn't want to ever do more than make sure she's running smoothly, often shooing her out to have some peace ~~~~ -Build >hair is fiber-optics, loop sections have rotating joints dividing them >built to resemble a female body >kinda resembles a basic blouse and skirt >Hair bow doubles as a fan >Headband pin is the fan's power button >Likes to wear chokers

Part Two!

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 #talent swap #danganronpa talent swap #tenko chabashira #ryoma hoshi #gonta gokuhara #rantaro amami #angie yonaga #kaito momota #shuichi saihara #kirumi tojo #kokichi ouma #hpa danganronpa #non despair au #hopes peak academy

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rootiebaga · 3 years

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nobody asked, i know, but heres my departments thus far! (with nicknames, of course)

note! i do use mods, one of them being the ultimate fashion corp mod from reddit, a mod that lets you keep your employees after you reset a run, and some other useful ones

also its under the cut because uh- long

control team! (aka the OGS! (because control team is the first department people unlock when starting a run))

morty (former employee)

-may the brave fool rest, gone, but not forgotten.

rootieee (captain)

-its, its my self insert what do i have to sa

paul

-the most boring in the facility (and the most sane one in the department,)

-just wants to do his job correctly.

-not much to say about him, really

maxim (morty’s replacement after he died, rest in piece morty, you were a brave hero, yet a little dumb after trying to fight a green dawn in the early runs i had)

-morty’s big bro, a little sad that morty died but he didn’t know all that much in the facility,

-takes his job too seriously

-usually chills in the main room alot,

shao

-an absolutely innocent baby, even if they some horrifying abnormalities, they would still think of them as cute

-just, likes being here, many friends for them!

-they also like hugs!

igoree (rip)

-the sleepy employee has come back! wowie

-still sleepy and also hungry,

-the one who doesn’t work all that much

-..”how did she.. die? did she just want to? what in the world happened there? is it because of that behaviour adjustment thing?”

“just forget about it and keep working,”

“but, paul im curious-”

“quiet.”

eden

-woooooo returning!

-one of the calmest people in the department

-probably wouldn’t even be phased by the effect [CENSORED] gives her if we had it

“hey uh, eden? i got something to tell you..”

“go on shao,”

“didn’t... something happen to you? h-how are you even-”

“hey hey, dont worry about that! just, make sure you stay safe, alright?”

information team! (aka the threeks! (named by tom, who is dead, an idiot, and couldn’t count))

tom (dead)

-an idiot

-okay moving on

ryn

-the only one with aleph gear, seriously (edit (draft edition): hes the first one with aleph gear after i got nothing there’s gear, the second being daniel)

-chill once you get to know him,

-likes protecting others with his gear, since, you know

mason

-usually anxious, he doesn’t mean to be though!

-”alright calm down.. never mind this is not the time to calm dOW-”

-probably likes ryn??

eugene

-a little bit crazy, yet kind nonetheless!

-hi

-just wants some friends, unfortunately not many people are willing to befriend her due to her kinda crazy nature

-basically someone who cares for everyone in the facility, y e e

(also whats known as a “bow kinnie” to the control team captain) /j

emma

-looks really kind until you try to talk to her, shes an asshole is what im trying to say

-likes to bite things with the sharp teeth she has, because why not

-absolute chaos

ray

-i dont know why she exists, shes just there

safety team! (aka the wind wielders (named by isabel, cause he likes flutes))

isabel

-brother of gregory

-the second innocent bean,,

-likes playing the flute whenever hes done for the day

-i accidentally gave him crumbling armour’s gift

gregory

-brother of isabel

-prefers acting over playing instruments,

-a bit more serious,

neville (prefers nelville)

-an absolutely tired employee, they just like waiting till everyone is done for the day to go home

-they’d be at home if they weren’t forced by their friend to work here

-hates everything right now

ramirez

-the joyful friend

-wanted to work here because of the people here, so many unique faces!

-likes all things unique, she usually loves trying different things that look nothing alike from the things she tried before

khanna

-the mute employee in the facility, uses notes to communicate

-another sane one, yet still kinda nervous

-a bean

training team! (aka “nobody here is fine” (named for the fact that almost everyone is very nervous, and then we got firenze))

hana

-the one thats sad most of the time

-really helpful for when it comes to working on abnormalities!

-gregory has a crush on them (why would you say tha)

sobin

-before you think of him as edgy, hes not all that edgy personality wise, he just likes the aesthetic

-hes just a really chill and friendly dude

-yes, he can see more with the e.g.o outfit hes wearing, it is pretty strange to him though

firenze

-the narcissist, he really thinks hes the king of this department

-hes wrong its actually hana thats the captain of this department

-nobody likes him

daniel

-actually used to be a clerk! the face was a little different then before but hey, thats fine

-the third pure bean

-hes a really good friend to have!

susan

-what can i say about her?

-well i mean

-shes susan

central command team! (aka where is everyone? (due to there being not many agents here))

geminiano

-the most sane one in the facility (while being the dead inside captain)

-really good when it comes to tech

-”oh sh** did anyone check on mika?”

charlotte

-the bald employee, doesn’t mind being bald, that just means she can take care of the “your bald” abnormality

-”ignore the second mouth i got on my armour, please”

-plays vibe games on roblox

mika

-absolutely. chill

-doesn’t know where he’s going most of the time

-the one that works on child of galaxy everytime

gimtteol

-really bad sight, she doesn’t mind it

-kalm

-nobody can spell her name right

arang (prefers ayang)

-you thought sobin was the edgelord huh? think again

-easily annoyed.

-also was a clerk before

john

-the newbie!

-hes trying okay?

-hes still a little nervous but thats fine!

disciplinary team! (aka f**k (also nicknamed “why do we have red” due to me choosing little red riding hooded mercenary every run where theres disciplinary))

ara

-angy

-another person that takes their job way too seriously but doesn’t mean to

-not really that rude sometimes, but most of the time she can be a bit of an asshole, probably because of something that happened in the past, nobody wants to talk about it though

-lesbian

camille

-has a slightly torn snake tongue, it makes them not able to speak, they mostly make noises like growling,

-nobody knows why their like this, they just are, but dont be afraid to talk to them if you need anything! they usually write what their trying to say

-the expert, especially at finding things, even if they cant speak

tim

-another returning employee! wooooo

-still dead inside, but feeling a little bit better!

-might be the oldest out of everyone

welfare team! (aka “sleep tight” (nobody knows why its called that)

space

-very calm, most of the time doesn’t mind anything, but still does get a little nervous at times

-nobody knows why her eyes are always closed, (ara specified that her eyes look like a galaxy that can only be opened for a couple of seconds because if she opens them for more than a few seconds they’ll start to glitch, when others see it happening, it looks like the galaxy is becoming more like an image other than a real galaxy, parts of the galaxy become misplaced and reverted back to their original place quickly repeatedly (kinda like the select thing in paint, usually in the shape of the rectangular selection though) and parts of the galaxy turn into static and back very quickly and repeatedly. we she sees it happening her vision becomes the same as how other people see the galaxy when it starts glitching, randomly shifting from original place to different place, or from static back to normal, some ominous, glitchy sounds have been heard when this is happening aswell, (i thought of this because of a small dream(?) i had when i was in a certain state of almost about to fall asleep, maybe i was napping i dont really know, it was a strange dream, i dont remember much of it which is expected, i think it was something about discord and some sort of strange thing that had a little timer on it, and after it was done the thing it was in started glitching, the background it was in and even the button that used to be the timer was glitching, i heard some sounds that were glitching a little (it looked like those screens you see when someone’s streaming something on there,) and then i woke up, yeah kinda weird,)

-like eugene, cares for everyone! especially ara, since space herself is the one who helps ara through tough times

courtney

-gets bored alot, just wants to work on the difficult abnormalities

-really snarky

johnson

-a smartass

-yet still a little friendly if they trust you

-i’ll upgrade them soon dont worry (i have upgraded them/him dont worry)

woop!

i’ll probably update this soon, but in the meantime have this, sorry for being dead lately, on both this and my sideblog

#rooty goes onto lobotomy corporation #lobotomy corp #lobotomy corporation

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i-just-love-spop · 4 years

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Of babysitting and (potential) kitchen fires [Chapter two]

Chapter one

Summary: Bow is a great dad and also extremely tired, Catra is officially never getting used to teleporting (and in massive denial about why the cat connected to her feelings is nesting), and Glimmer and Bow have a lot of cuddling to make up for.

[Shameless post season five Adora and Catra both want kids but haven’t talked about it yet-fic that was supposed to be a one shot but isn’t anymore. Starring: the best friend squad, two Glow/Glimbow children, Melog, cuddling, a bit of angst and, of course, the best friend squad teasing each other.]

Disclaimer: This was originally posted on my Ao3, EleenaDume, which I would love to source, but tumblr is driving me insane and apparently one of the reasons why my posts might not show up in the tags could be external links, so I’m trying it again without the link. If you want to check if I’m really the same person, I’ve added this account to my list of other accounts on my Ao3-profile.

Angie was finally asleep, her tiny head of curly brown hair cuddled against her father‘s chest.

Bow was beyond exhausted, but he was happy.

She looked so cute when she was asleep.

...Admittedly, that wasn’t saying much because she was also very cute when she was awake. But he liked seeing her sleeping so peacefully.

His kids were incredible.

He would have been happy just hugging his wife and daughters until the end of time.

Speaking of his wife, he really, really hoped she would be back soon. She’d already been pretty tired before the meeting, and that had started hours ago.

Neither of them had been sleeping much these past weeks, but even though he did his best helping the Queen of Brightmoon with her royal duties, there were things she had to do that he couldn’t – Bow wasn’t a sorcerer, exactly, and Glimmer loved connecting with the people of her kingdom by teaching them magic –, and others that he could have helped her with, but that she didn’t let him do because she was stubborn.

She drove him insane sometimes... but on the other hand, he loved how determined and strong-willed she was, just as much as he loved how giddy with excitement she still got about the simplest of things, even after all this time.

Glimmer was amazing. Sure, she had her flaws – but really, who didn’t. There was nothing Bow would have changed about the woman he loved, even if he could have. And there was nothing better in the galaxy than for your wife to also be your best friend, Bow was certain of that.

He was still contemplating whether or not he should put Angie into her crib because even though he had just spend over an hour trying to get his daughter to sleep, there was a part of him that longed to keep her in his arms just a little longer...

He almost jumped when the entire remaining best friend squad suddenly popped up on the bed behind him completely out of nowhere.

Most of the time, he was used to it and wasn’t startled anymore – Glimmer had been teleporting everywhere from a very early age on, her randomly popping up out of literally nowhere wasn’t exactly new to him –, but he had been so lost in the moment that they had really, really startled him.

“You know, we could have just walked, Sparkles,” Catra groaned.

She had gotten used to a lot of the weirdness since she’d first befriended them, and even learned to enjoy a lot of the weirdness – Melog was amazing and had helped her heal a lot, and the food here was amazing, and she still didn’t know what the heck the waterfall in the room she shared with Adora was for if it wasn’t for showering, but it looked nice, so she wasn’t complaining – but the teleporting was the one thing she would probably never get used to.

It made her dizzy and kind of sick, and she was always completely disoriented after it, even when she knew where they were going and had been there before.

...alright, maybe Adora hugging her and rubbing her back to make her feel better afterwards did make it somewhat bearable, but that was the only thing she liked about it, and it wasn’t like she needed any excuses to touch her wife these days.

She still leaned into the movement, Adora lovingly drawing circles on her back until her queasiness subsided.

“...sorry, I just couldn’t wait to get to bed. It’s been a really long day, and now I just want to get some sleep.“

Glimmer smiled at her sympathetically, then just collapsed backwards onto the mattress.

“Angie is actually asleep for once, so go ahead and sleep, yeah? I can go get her later tonight if she wakes up. You look exhausted.”

Bow sat down next to his wife, gently running his fingers through her hair, still holding their daughter in this other arm.

Glimmer smiled softly, her eyes already halfway closed, then look his hand in hers, squeezing it lovingly.

“You’re incredible, but you need sleep just as much as I do. Luckily for us, Catradora offered to take care of Angie for tonight, so you can just hand her over, and then we can peacefully cuddle for the next five to seven hours, what do you say?”

Catra and Adora both still blushed furiously whenever someone called them that. Scorpia had used it once after seeing them together several years ago, and somehow it had stuck.

“I told you to stop calling us that,” Catra grumbled, head still cradled into Adora’s neck.

Glimmer just grinned.

“Never happening. You two are basically attached by the hip at this point.”

“I think someone is asking for some more of the PDA that annoys her so much the next time we go on a double date,” Adora said, winking, a smug grin spreading all over her face.

“Oh stars I love you so much.”

Catra kissed her wife lovingly, and this time Adora was neither pulling back nor complaining, so either she had decided that the glitter was worth it or the taste was gone. Not that it mattered. Catra was just happy about getting to kiss her again.

“Are you actually going to babysit or are you just going to stay on our bed making out all night? Because if it’s the latter I’d much prefer it if you could just take this back to your own room,” Glimmer commented, giggling wearily as she snuggled into her blanket.

“Yeah, sorry, you’re right, we- we’ll take her and let you two sleep,”

Adora said, once again speaking way too fast.

She gestured at Catra to take the baby, then picked up the crib.

Her wife was sure normal people didn’t just carry around cribs like that, but the child needed to sleep somewhere and it would definitely not be the pillow nest that Melog had built.

Catra kept on telling herself this was just because they missed having a family and wanted one, but at the same time, she knew that wasn’t it.

Of course Melog wanted to have a family, she knew that much from the talks they’d had with each other over the years... but she also knew that Melog knew it was pretty much impossible they ever would.

Which meant Melog nesting actually mirrored something else. Which definitely, definitely meant Catra had been spending too much time with Arrow.

She banned the thought all the way to the back of her head, still not exactly ready to face what she wanted because of all the potential grave mistakes and the memories that came along with it.

...Bow handing her the baby wasn’t exactly helping her forget, though.

He touched his daughter’s face tenderly one more time.

For now, Angie was doing a surprisingly good job at sleeping through their talking. Maybe Catra and Adora would have an easy night with her.

“You’re going to spend the night in your aunts’ room, alright? Your sister loves them, and I’m sure you’ll love them, too. You three haven’t exactly spent a lot of time alone with them yet, but you seem comfortable enough around them to sleep on their room tonight, alright? Mommy and I love you so much, and we‘ll miss you. I hate letting you out of my eyesight, especially now that you’re still so small, but your aunts are great and I would trust them with my life, so there’s no one else in the entire universe that I’d rather leave you with. And if anything goes wrong, mommy and I will be right here, okay?“ He messed up her curls a little when he stroked her head. “See you in the morning, baby girl.”

Glimmer was full on sobbing, damn it, she was too tired to be crying but Bow being so emotional over their kid made her heart melt into a puddle.

Adora had tears in her eyes as well.

Catra was too mesmerized by her niece snuggling into her chest to care about anything else.

“We’ll take good care of her, don’t worry.”

He nodded.

“I know you will. And... thank you.”

Adora smiled.

“Anytime.”

“I can’t believe Adora just kidnapped our bassinet,” Bow chuckled as the door closed behind their two best friends.

“Really? I absolutely can. I mean, this is Adora we’re talking about,” Glimmer commented, giggling.

The lights were off now, a calming dark surrounding them – not that it ever got entirely dark in here with the curtains not fully closed and the light of the moons and the stars shining through the window.

The stars... the thought never failed to amaze Glimmer. The thought that they were the first people on Etheria to see the stars in a thousand years was just... incredible.

“You... might have a point.”

He laughed as he sat down on the bed beside her, the soft mattress immediately giving in under his weight.

“Feels weird, doesn’t it? It’s only been a few weeks, but sleeping without her in the room already feels... off, somehow. It’s so quiet all of a sudden.”

“Yeah.” He laid down beside her, facing her, and took her hands in his. “I miss her.”

“No kidding. Did you have to make me cry?” She cuddled close to him. “I love you. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” He smiled at her. “And now I believe we have a couple of weeks worth of sleep and cuddles to make up for.”

“Yeah. And maybe some... other stuff tomorrow, once I’ve slept properly.”

She gave him a quick kiss and smiled at him, clearly moments away from drifting into sleep.

He smiled.

“We’ll do whatever you want, love,“ he whispered, lovingly stroking her hair. “Now let’s get some sleep.”

“Can I be the little spoon tonight?”

“Of course, my Queen.”

He kissed her forehead and pulled her close as she turned her back to him, gently covering both of them with the soft blanket. Glimmer snuggled against him, her head resting against his neck.

She’d always been the most comfortable when she was close to him, although it had taken a while for her to entirely grasp what it was she was feeling.

And just like that, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, and finally got a decent night of sleep for the first time in weeks.

#catradora #glimbow #best friend squad #spop #catra #adora #glimmer #bow #my writing #my works #spop kids #spop arrow #kidfic #of babysitting and (potential) kitchen fires

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neverlearnedtoread · 4 years

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On the Come Up

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐: i fucking love this song

Oh?? 👌😉😏

diversity - predominantly black poc characters

lgbt+ rep - gay character, side m/m romance that didn’t feel shoehorned in or discounted - just a natural part of the story

masterful exploration of some very complex, racially charged issues - angie thomas really did it again, and i could tell this story was a personal one for her - she poured her heart and soul into this book

the fact that thomas’ actually recommended a playlist and her top G.O.A.T. (greatest of all time) rappers at the end of the book. now I have some great song recommendations to look up!

everything else

No.. ❌🤢🤮

i guess Bri might be a bit annoying - she runs her mouth, lashes out at her friends, and definitely makes a few hmm decisions - but who wants a protagonist that doesn’t make dicey choices for ambition?

i suppose if you don’t like rap, or analysing poetry, maybe this book will miss the mark - though i would recommend you let this book decide that for you

Summary: 16-year-old Bri (short for Brilliant - I mean Brianna) wants to become one of the greatest rappers of all time - not because of her father, who was killed in a drive-by just as he was starting to make it big as a rap star - but because rapping is part of who she is. When she wins her first rap battle and gets a chance to record her first single, things look like they may finally be falling into place - but instead it starts to spiral out of control. Bri’s always wanted to get her ‘come up’, but with the media twisting her heartfelt lyrics to fit an ‘angry black girl’ stereotype and homelessness looming increasingly over her family’s shoulder, it’s starting to feel like she has to - no matter what it takes.

Concept: 💭💭💭💭

I went into this book relatively blind - I knew it was about a girl who wanted to be a rapper, but I didn’t particularly want to know anything else. Trusting Angie Thomas to give me a great story discussing complex racial dynamics and social injustice worked out for me before with The Hate U Give, and I was willing to give her the reins again, especially to talk about a music genre I enjoy, but don’t feel well-versed enough in to call myself an avid listener of. That said, I have a lot of fun listening to rap; it’s like poetry but leveled up.

Vague spoilers under the cut!

Execution: 💥💥💥💥💥

I liked this book much more than The Hate U Give - and I gave both of them 5-stars. It wasn’t just the fact that I liked the topic of this book more - Starr was a great heroine for her narrative, but Bri? Bri had fire in her veins, and she had to singe a few fingers before she found her way.

Personal Enjoyment: ❤❤❤❤❤

Angie Thomas didn’t just write a book about rap - she wrote a book about writing rap. Remember what I said about authors rummaging around in your brain to produce something that speaks directly to you? Dude. The way Bri talks through how she free associates and thinks of rhymes, metaphors, and descriptions on the spot, the way she considers internal rhymes, rhythm, and her delivery when she performs? DUDE. I fucking love this song!!

Fave Moment: That first rap battle at the Ring. Bri’s nerves, her anger when she hears Milez taking low jabs at her dad, galaxy-braining a comeback - that takedown - every line hit its mark.

Fave Character: Bri - I have a thing for characters that struggle with righteous anger. Or maybe it’s her signature line that gets me - ‘you can only spell “brilliant” with Bri’. I usually like the eldest sibling most (it’s called projecting, and it’s a very healthy thing to do), but the way Bri felt pressured by her family’s situation and tried her best to handle it so her mom and big bro wouldn’t have to - the way she held herself apart from her mom because she knew what it was like for parents not to be enough - that stuff hit home.

#on the come up #angie thomas #book review #bookblr #booklover #reading #books

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lothirielswanmarvel · 4 years

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—XANDAR—

“Yo, Groot! Keep up! If you run into another wall because of that damn game, I'm recording it and showing it to Drax.”

“I am Groot.” The tree spat without looking up from the small screen.

We strode across the open pavilions of the Nova capitol. The city was magnificent; bright squares, water fountains, massive spirals of buildings. It had a futuristic tinge to it—like Star Trek, but I couldn't remember what that was.

“Have you ever tried replacing that thing with a book?” I asked.

Rocket gave me a weird look. “What's a book?”

My eyes widened and I looked away without a word. Rocket had a certain feel to him...a passive aggressiveness. But he cared. All of the snide comments, the special attention he took to Groot, it was because Rocket cared. I could work with that.

“Isn't there anything else you're interested in, sweetie?” I looked over at Groot.

He barely glanced up from his machine. “I am Groot.”

“Woah! Have some respect, young man! When we get back to the ship, I'm rinsing your mouth out with a bar of soap,” Rocket’s lip curled up in disgust. “No more spending time on Uncle Quill’s screens.”

“I am Groot!”

Rocket translated, “Oh, that's true. He likes cheesecake. But cheesecake ain’t gonna redeem you for what you said.”

I shrugged as we started to ascend the ramp. We had a marvelous view of the square, and the pools of water shimmering like a blanket of diamonds under the heat of two suns. Two shadows instead of one followed me up the slope instead of one.

I pressed a finger to my lip. “Cheesecake is good. There’s got to be other things that you like...have you ever thought of starting an environmental awareness club or something?”

“I am Groot.”

“Wait, you did? Drax ate the berries you invited? That's rude.” Rocket said.

We stopped at the front of a building.

I shielded my face from the sweltering orbs in the sky. “So what are we doing here?”

“Negotiations, kinda. We meet with the Ravagers every now and then, show off the cool junk we got, exchange information.” Rocket replied.

I walked in beside him, followed by the sounds of Groot’s video game. The inside was dark and full of neon lights. We ended up at a booth in the corner; Rocket insisted that Groot was too young for the bar.

I crossed my legs beneath the table and felt my shoulders straighten—I must’ve done it a lot, before. It felt natural, even though it seemed too professional. Groot’s game continued to make imitations of explosions.

“Mute that thing, would ya?” Rocket snapped. “Jeez, should’ve given you Quill’s headphones.”

I glanced over at the screen. Groot’s console shone bright against the windowless room. “What are you playing?”

“I am Groot.”

Rocket made a face. “Some stupid game called ‘Galaga.’ Quill and his stupid human crap…”

I leaned over. “If you use your branches to hold it up, maybe it’ll be easier to use the controls with your fingers.”

“Don't encourage him!” Rocket complained.

A waiter came over with crystals for teeth and neon-colored hair. Rocket ordered a few drinks and a slice of cheesecake for Groot. Groot took my advice and angled the screen so I could watch.

“You’re really good,” I said, impressed. “He is awesome at this, did you teach him, Rocket?”

“I am Groot.”

“You learned it from me…? You watch me when I'm flying the ship,” There was a crack of emotion in Rocket’s voice.

“I am Groot.” He offered me the controller.

My eyes widened. He barely looked up from the game since I’d arrived. Now his tawny eyes stared into mine, warm and tender against the exotic streaks of color across the room.

“Thank you, I don't think I’ll get anywhere near your high score though. What do I press again?” Groot pointed out the right buttons and the screen came to life. Little dots started flying around the screen.

—AVENGERS COMPOUND, 2018—

“Get that one—yes yes yes!” Thor’s arms tightened around me from behind as I pressed the buttons on the controller.

“You get so excited when we play this, it's adorable,” I smiled as Dragon Age: Inquisition came to a cutscene.

“I love spending time with you,” Thor replied, pressing a kiss on my neck, “and killing demons together—” another kiss, “and fighting dragons together.” his beard tickled my collarbone.

“ Honey ! We have company.” I hissed, resisting a smile as he nuzzled into my neck.

“It’s cool, Ms. Angie. You guys are like my OTP,” Ned was a friend of Peter Parker’s, who sat on the loveseat next to him with the other controller. “Besides Wanda and Vision—but I'm still upset that Clintasha never happened.”

Parker’s face scrunched up. Shuri was sitting down by the coffee table, eyes trained on the screen. She could probably solo everything, but for now, we were kept around as a few disposable lackeys. “Templar Ned of the Silver! Get your head in the game! Chaplain Korg of the Seven Kingdoms, diverge on that lava demon!”

Thor’s new friend from space made of rocks overpowered the other half of the couch, while the caterpillar-like creature Meep curled up in the armchair.

“Hey Thor, can we vote in Admiral Shuri of Dragonstone as our new Asgardian general? I think she’d be good for the job,” Korg replied. A loose pebble fell from his shoulder when he talked.

“Keep up the pace, ladies! You’re making the picture of Agent Carter in my room cry!”

“Hmm. We’ll consider it,” Thor’s lips brushed against my ear. “What do you think, Khaleesi?”

“I think Shuri would overthrow you and take the throne.” I admitted. As I muttered the words, Shuri let out a battle cry as the screen exploded with light.

Thor nodded. “Fair enough.”

Shuri shot up from the ground, waving her controller in the air. “Victory, peasants! Yes!”

I was suddenly buried in a tidal wave of muscle as Thor peppered me with kisses. I couldn't help laughing. “Thor, stop it—”

—*—

I looked up from Groot’s game. “This is so cool—you should show it to Rocket, I'm sure he’d love to know how to play.”

I returned the game back to Groot. Rocket shot me something close to a thankful look as Groot scooted closer to him and started pointing at the screen.

What's an OTP? And who the hell is Templar Ned of the Silver?

I thought about the faces that had flashed through my mind, grasping at the memory before it could be locked away with the rest. I mulled over them for some time until the table shook.

I looked up. A thin man dressed in red leather sneered with crooked teeth from the other side of the booth.

“Kraglin,” Rocket greeted him as he leaned back on the seat.

“ ‘Ey Fuzzy. Where’s Quill?” Kraglin glanced at me. “And who’s the fairy?”

“Quill is busy.” Rocket rolled his eyes as if it were an obvious question.

“Doin’ what?”

“Grocery shopping. He pulled the shortest stick,” Rocket snapped.

“And the fairy?” Kraglin’s hair was piled up on the top of his head, topped with some kind of red attachment. It was like he added the extra inches on purpose, to appear more intimidating.

“Fairy?” I asked.

“Yeah. You got the face of one—like those elvy dudes on Alfheim,” Kraglin’s eyes narrowed with skepticism.

“This is our new recruit. Found her floating around in the middle of nowhere.” Rocket answered.

Kraglin nodded. He glanced down at the table when he asked another question, “Did...did Nebula get that hat I sent ‘er?”

“I am Groot.”

“We know, you have a low opinion of hats.” Rocket sighed at Groot.

“It's not a hat. It's a beanie,” Kraglin said defiantly.

“What the hell’s a beanie?”

“Something soft you put on your head!” Kraglin’s hands crumpled into fists on the table. “Did she like it?”

“How the hell should I know! Nebula hates everything. Enough with the interrogation, already.” Rocket stood on the cushions so he was eye level with Kraglin. “What do ya got?”

Kraglin started to admire the tips of his gloves. “The Ravagers got some shiny things...some secrets too.”

“Shiny things?” Rocket leaned forward, greed glinting in his eyes.

“What secrets?” I asked politely.

“Forget the intel! Show us the goods!” Rocket complained.

From the look on Kraglin’s face, the “goods” weren't as good as he claimed. I tried to think—I didn't have much to work with. I still barely knew the Guardians, and even if I did have my old memories, there was nothing valuable about them.

Except for what Peter told me…

“You’re speaking to someone who keeps a bomb in a box.” I said, straightening in my seat as I felt all eyes on me. “The Guardians already have a fine collection of shiny things.”

“Collections can always grow,” Rocket pointed out.

“Secrets can be more valuable, and lead to other shiny things.” I said. My voice stayed light and calm and neutral—it was activated on instinct. “From what I’ve gathered in the time I’ve spent with the Guardians, the Ravagers are one of our closest contacts.”

“Contacts?” Kraglin shot Rocket a shocked expression.

“It's a big galaxy. We have friends in high places. But we will not deny our close relations with the Ravagers,” I finally leaned forward, capturing Kraglin with my eyes. “If you tell us what we need to know, the Ravagers may benefit greatly. Our victories are our traders’ victories.”

I had managed to capture Groot’s attention away from his game again. Rocket and Groot gaped at me. Part of me was shocked: someone taught me how to bargain. Not even that: I could slay with words. Was I a politician?

Kraglin struggled for words across the table, “Yeah, but…”

He already gave me the leverage to seal the deal. “I’m sure our other companions, including Nebula, would be grateful for your contribution.”

Kraglin sat there for a minute, his foot tapping underneath the table. Then he caved. “Alright. We got some shiny things, but we found somebody… a shiny man.”

Rocket and I exchanged a look. “There’s some rumors about him. He’s been sniffin’ around the galaxy. Don't know what he's up to...but he may be guardin’ a heap of units somewhere. Or he’s lookin’ for one. Either way, we get the feelin’ that there’s some money in that lead.”

Rocket whistled. “We hit the jackpot! This is better than any casino I've ever been to.”

Kraglin unfolded a piece of paper from his jacket pocket and slid it over the table to me. When I reached for it, he caught my gaze.

“Be careful with that lead. There’s a reason us Ravagers haven't pursued it ourselves. And tell Nebula…” He swallowed and glanced at the counter. “Tell ‘er that ‘er nails look pretty.”

I nodded, finding myself smiling sweetly as I handed the slip to Rocket. He kissed the paper and stuffed it into his suit.

Kraglin stood from the booth and nodded to us. “Looks like you lucked out there, Fuzzy.”

“Damn right I did.”

Kraglin looked at me. “I wasn't talkin’ about the lead.”

#evangeline green: the eternal horizon #thor #thor odinson #thor x reader #peter quill #peter quill x reader #rocket racoon and groot #rocket raccoon #groot #avengers #marvel #guardians of the galaxy #kraglin

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murdertrialimagines · 5 years

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V3 Boys finding their S/O Dead

“hello! i saw your request were open~ first i’d like to say your writing (so far) is great! if it’s not too much trouble, can you please do V3 boys finding their S/O dead. Their reaction, mood during the class trial and even their reaction to who murdered their S/O. ik this is a wild request but if it isn’t too much i’d be very happy if you can do so. if not i fully understand. thanks in advanced 💖 “

Of Course! This is such a good prompt, I’m glad you requested it! I hope you enjoy~ Full story under the tag

Imagine: V3 Boys Finding their S/O dead

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi had been solving murders since they got trapped here

But he has been solving them with you

So when he went to the kitchen and found you on the floor, having bled out from a stab wound, he didn’t think he could do it

How was he supposed to go on without his best friend, his S/O, the only person he truly knew understood how he felt?

But he had to solve it for you

He wasted no time starting the investigation, choking back tears every time he had to examine your body

Letting a few slip as his fingers grazed over the wound on your chest, knowing he would never feel this heartbeat as he laid on you after a stressful day again

No one bothered him, knowing his silence would be broken if they asked how he was

The class trial came by swiftly, and everyone felt the air grow thick as they waited for Shuichi to start speaking

When he didn’t, Maki started for him

He stayed quite with everyone’s words, solving the mystery within his own mind.

When he finally pieced it all together, the words spilled out of his mouth, same with the tears in his eyes

He explained the whole scenario intensely, not letting anyone refute his words, voice raising when the culprit tried

Finally, voting time came around, and for the first time, he didn’t feel sad to push the button, sending the culprit to their doom.

He watched as Kaito was led to his doom, stone faced the whole time.

He immediately went to his room afterwards, crying as soon as the door closed

Everything still smelled of you

Kaito Momota

He didn’t expect to find you in your room, considering you liked to be around others more

Maybe that was what got you killed

He found you in the gym after a few minutes of searching, face down and your neck laced with rope

He immediately ran over, flipping you over and screaming

“Y/N! WAKE UP! PLEASE, WAKE UP!”

His screaming alerted others nearby, and soon the body discovery alarm was going off.

He started punching the floor, pleading for you to wake up as Gonta and Tenko dragged him away

He was crying the whole investigation, but trying his best to help

He couldn’t stand to help with the body, seeing you made the waterworks resume tenfold

When the trial started, he immediately began to yell for the culprit to give themselves up

When they didn’t, his yelling only became louder

He really tried his best to help, he really did

But his mind was so clouded up with thoughts of you and all the things he wanted to do with you

Shuichi carried the trial, exposing the culprit like he always does

When it became clear who it was, everyone expected Kaito to go into hysterics

It scared them even more when his voice rang out, low and soft

“Kirumi...why?”

As Kirumi began to explain, Kaito got angrier with every word

“Cut the crap! You could’ve picked anyone, and you picked her! Why did you pick her?! You should’ve picked me!”

Kaito charged towards her, but Maki held him back

“Y/n wouldn’t have wanted this, Kaito.”

Everyone could see Kaito physically restrain himself from pulling away from Maki and giving Kirumi what she deserved.

“Fine, let’s just get on with the voting.”

“Kaito, I apolo-”

“I said we’re voting!”

The execution went by quick, Kaito walking away before anyone could stop him

He skipped training that night, sitting in the courtyard, watching the stars through their metal prison

Oh, how he would’ve traded every star in the galaxy to have you sitting with him tonight.

Ryoma Hoshi

Ryoma knew your plans for that day consisted of working in your ultimate lab, he knew how excited you were when it was unlocked.

He was happy for you, you were the one who brought him to embrace living, after all

After spending the day playing tennis with himself in his lab, he opened his locker to put his racket away, when something came tumbling out

You laid there, wrapped in a tennis net with a slit throat

Ryoma felt sick to his stomach the moment he saw your dull eyes, wondering what your last moments of life saw.

He sat there for a moment, looking at you

He wanted to untie you, but knew that tampering with evidence would make him the prime suspect

He began to chuckle

Of course his luck led him to this! The world wanted him to have nothing

It still didn’t need to take you though.

After waiting for what felt like hours, he left his room to go alert the others

No one believed him at first, Miu telling him to “Cut that depressing crap!”

Gonta, being the sweetheart he is, still wanted to check on you

When everyone found you, they couldn’t believe it

Who wanted to hurt Y/n? Did someone have it out for Ryoma?

Once everyone started investigating, they kept some distance from him

He knew it was either due to pity or fear that he committed this crime

But he didn’t need their pity nor their fear

As Shuichi covered alibis and the murder weapon, it became clear that he wasn’t the culprit.

After all, you were there for at least half a day, and Ryoma was helping Kirumi with preparing lunch when it would have happened

Why wasn’t he suspicious when you didn’t show up for that? Was this his fault for not checking up on you?

When the trial started, Ryoma treated it just as the first trial that had happened.

First Rantaro, now his Y/n

The topic soon came to alibis around lunch time, and he started to notice holes in someones words

“Kiibo, you say you were in the gym, but Himiko was in her lab all day with her door open and never once saw you go in, nor did she see you leave.”

Kiibo let out a stutter of an answer, which was quickly refuted by Shuichi and his evidence

It quickly became clear, and voting time came silently.

Tsumugi was the one who asked him of his motives

“I-I’m sorry...I cannot say.”

Ryoma gave a hollow laugh.

“I guess that’s all we’ll get. Let’s get this over with.”

After they all saw Kiibo be executed, Ryoma spoke up first

“Let’s go, I plan on getting you all out of here.”

He left to his dorm, re-becoming the recluse he was before he met you

and he never stepped back in his lab again.

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro wanted to get all of you out of this sick game

He knew the door the mastermind had used, and planned to use it to his advantage.

But he wanted you out of the plan, he couldn’t stand to see you get hurt because of his actions

But his work was in vain

He wanted to find you before he carried out his plan, to either say his goodbyes or just make it seem like a regular day

As regular as you can get in a killing game

But when he found your door open slightly, he immediately tensed up.

He threw the door open to find you

You, laying on the floor, knife lodged in your chest with a note attached

He ripped it off, reading it

‘I warned her to stay out of this’

He crumpled the note, stuffing it in his pocket

He sat next to you, stroking your hair

“I’m so sorry Y/n, this is all my fault...”

‘But it’s not,’ he thought, ‘It’s the mastermind.’

Around dinner time Angie came for him, finding him with your lifeless body

She nearly passed out at the sight alone

After everyone came in and started investigating, he slunk to the corner

He watched the scene before him play out, Shuichi and Kaede discovering clues

He scanned everyone, wondering who could have possibly been on his trail enough to have to do this

‘The mastermind, that’s who’

The trial started, the first trial

And hopefully the last.

Throughout the trial he, Shuichi and Kaede refuted evidence thrown around, and made a clear path towards the answers he wanted

When someone accused him of possibly doing it, they almost died from fear from his glare alone.

Kaede calmed him down, telling him that she was sure something else would tell them the truth, and that whoever Y/n caught committing a crime would be found

That’s when he went pale, and asked Kaede how she knew that

She stuttered and gave a stunted answer

After berating her with facts and evidence, she caved

“She caught me setting up a trap, and threatened to tell everyone I was the mastermind! I wanted all of us to get out, but she wouldn’t listen!”

Shuichi and her had a one on one debate, Shuichi refusing to believe the undeniable evidence that had been laid before him

Rantaro cut in

“I hate to stop your conversation, but can we please vote now? I don’t want a murderer among us anymore.”

He felt a twinge of guilt when he saw Kaede flinch, but knew that what was coming was inevitable.

They all voted, and Kaede gave them an inspirational speech about getting out.

‘Why should she be giving this? She let one of the few good people here die.’

Rantaro left right after the execution, already planning out the next step of his plan to reveal the mastermind

But this time, he had nothing to lose.

Gonta Gokuhara

When the body discovery announcement went off, Gonta ran to the library with everyone else

Surprisingly, he seemed to be the last one there, and by the time he got there a circle was already formed around the body

He made himself known and went to look when Himiko grabbed his arm

“Hey...Gonta...why don’t you go and help Maki get alibis...outside of the room?”

He allowed himself to be dragged out of the library, helping Maki take down people’s alibis of where they were

Where’s Y/n?

He kept trying to see where Y/n was in the library, waiting for when he got to hear her alibi, when he saw the body

Y/n, laid on the floor, he could tell by her hair

He ran in before anyone could stop him, pushing Shuichi away from her

She laid, sprawled out on the floor, blindfold over her eyes and butterfly wings spray painted on the floor around her shoulders.

She looked almost angelic

He wanted to tell himself that she was sleeping, but he knew from the announcement and Monokuma’s laugh that he was wrong

He started sobbing, holding her body against his, hoping that she would somehow, someway, come back

“Please! Y/n! Come back!”

Shuichi had already finished with the body, so he let Gonta stay with her

It was the least they could do for him

As everyone shuffled out, Gonta laid Y/n back down, looking down at her wings

Angel wings would fit her so much better

He heard the body discovery go off again, and became confused

He already knew who died, why is it going off again?

He stayed with Y/n, saying his goodbyes to her before Himiko came in, crying, telling him that it was time to go to the trial

When he got there, he immediately noticed Y/n’s spot, a smiling picture of her crossed out by bug nets

He then noticed Tenko’s photo a few slots down

The trial began, but he didn’t do much to help

He felt bad, but he didn’t want to get in the way.

Every time someone was accused, he felt his heart sink

One of their friends killed two of the nicest people here?

Then it was revealed how it happened

A long promise to someone long gone

They voted, and Gonta looked at the culprit

“Korekiyo...why? Why kill Y/n?!”

After Korekiyo explained his motive, Gonta wept

And he continued to weep until the execution was over and Kaito had helped him to his dorm

He sat on the floor, looking at all of the photos of himself and Y/n, taken by the instant cameras in the warehouse

His favorite? The one where they bug hunted together, ending with them taking a nap in the sun

How he wished he could take more

Kokichi Oma

Kokichi refused to let anyone know any of his feelings, especially when they were involved romantically

So when Y/n came into his life, he kept their relationship very hush hush

He still clung onto her though, so everyone assumed she was his favorite to torment

So when the body discovery announcement rang, Kokichi gleefully strolled to the AV room, ready to make a big entrance with some witty one liner

But when he came in and saw Y/n’s body on the couch, the room a mess and a crossbow on the floor, he forced himself to smile

“So, the idiot finally got herself killed huh? Took long enough!”

He stayed in the corner liked he usually did, but this time he was hyper-fixated on his surroundings

A fight obviously happened here, so Y/n must have struggled. Who had a crossbow and could have had a motive to kill Y/n, here?

He already knew who it was, but he didn’t know how it happened

He had to know how it happened

When the trial started, he put on his facade and let everyone banter about the crime

He put in a few remarks here and there, but he never pointed them at Y/n

After he had enough, he made it known who it was

“Who else here has a crossbow besides Maki? I think this was a sloppy attempt at committing a crime.”

To everyone’s surprise, she didn’t deny it

What made him more angry, though, was when she told everyone what really happened

“Y/n, she tried to kill me. She wanted out and stole a crossbow from my room when her and Kaito visited a few nights ago. I didn’t want to kill her, but she left me no choice”

As Kaito and Maki talked, Kokichi resigned to his own mind

If he cried, they’d see it as fake tears, right?

He let his tears flow, when someone asked why he was crying he childishly blamed Kaito and Maki’s romantic final goodbye

Kokichi spaced out during Maki’s execution

As he left the trial grounds, he decided

If Y/n wasn’t getting out, then no one was.

Kiibo

Kiibo was sure he short circuited when he found you

Who wouldn’t panic, finding a lifeless body hanging in a classroom?

But this was Y/n

His Y/n

He didn’t know it was possible for a robot to feel human emotions, but when he met Y/n he realized that it was

He alerted everyone to the crime and helped as much as he could with the investigation, wanting to find out who did this

Gonta gently released the body from the ceiling, laying her down on the floor

Kiibo took everything in; the rope burn on her neck, the fallen chair, the hook on the ceiling that was placed specifically to kill his Y/n

When the trial started, he demanded the culprit to come clean immediately

When they didn’t, Shuichi started listing all the possibilities

They debated, clearing each suspect

Once the three prime suspects were cleared with strong alibis, Shuichi said the most likely answer

Kiibo lost it at his words

“Y/n would never commit suicide! She wanted us to get out of here! She wanted to get out of here!”

But the evidence was all there

Everything but the note

‘Why didn’t she leave a note?’

After the trial ended, executionless, Kiibo left to Y/n’s room

He needed to get away from Kokichi’s taunts

He let himself into her room with the key she had given him days prior

He sat on her bed, looking at everything she had

The poster on the wall, her closet, the shelf full of books on her ultimate talent

That’s when he noticed the note on the back of her door

He went over and gently took the tack out of the wall, reading the note. “Dear fellow classmates, I am sorry to have to be writing you this note. I was hopeful to get out of here with all of you, but when Tenko and Angie were taken from us, I couldn’t take it anymore. I am sorry that I am giving up at a time like this, and I hope no one was blamed for my decision to take my life. Kiibo, I am so sorry that you had to find my note like this. At least, I hope you found it first. I will miss you so much, and I hope that you get out of here, along with everyone else who still alive. I love you all, and I hope that you can work together and stop the mastermind!” ~Y/n

Kiibo held the letter tightly, crushing it slightly in his hand

‘Why?’ That was the only thing running through his head

‘Why did you do this, Y/n? we were gonna get out together!’

He wished he could cry

You may have taught him the feeling of love, but you also taught him despair.

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Ahh, I really hope this is how you wanted it! I’m sorry if it’s not, and thank you for requesting!

#shuichi saihara #kaito momota #rantaro amami #ryoma hoshi #korekiyo singuuji #gonta gokuhara #kokichi ouma #kiibo #Danganronpa x reader #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v3 imagine

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ladyimaginarium · 3 years

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okay so ... y’all i feel like this was gonna be happening eventually... and i just can’t prolong the inevitable anymore. but like.. idk i like tumblr but like.. i dont exactly like rping on here anymore as much as i used to? it creatively stifles me? it's not as fun as it used to be, talking to folx on discord's way more fun and i respond to discord a lot faster than on tumblr, i tend to create way better work - plotting, writing, chatting and fucking around on discord. i’d be genuinely surprised if any of my mutuals - who are still here - are still active to see this post, but if you are, i thank you for your faith in me and in my muses and for your dedication.

idk if it’s just me but my rp inspo on here is dying and i’m lowkey kinda sick of that feeling. it depresses me and kills my muse inspo to be here. they’re alive and well in my head, ofc, but the second i try to start something, i’m just ... flatlining, not bc i don’t try but bc like.. idk. i’m out of it. i’m jaded, i’m out of spoons, i’m ... whatever word you wanna use for this - i’m outta here, ig. i’ve done everything i can to try and revive the rpc piece by piece, and make this place more fun for myself, but ... it just isn’t working, not like it used to, not anymore, not for the last year or so. more and more i find my friends leaving and being happier for it, migrating elsewhere and it just hasn’t been the same since... so i’m doing the same.

my storylines built with my closest friends – especially the gangsta., narutoverse and twdgverse plots – aren’t going anywhere, i promise. they’re probably going to be repurposed into more professionally presented fanfics and posted over AO3 or, at the very least, put on drabbles here, if you prefer reading threads to reading fanfic, a lot of it’s already around.

my discord is【 𝕬𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐀 ♥ 】#3430 – again, i am still very much active, or at least semi-active with everything i have going on, rping is still very much a passion of mine, i very much have muse inspo for a lot of my muses, and i still very much wish to develop stories and plot and interact and laugh and and write with the people i’ve partnered with and befriended here without a single doubt !! i’m not leaving the internet or anything like that, i’m just navigating to other areas of it; please feel free to add me, watch me, follow me, whatever - elsewhere. nothing i’ve built here has to die off just because I’ve made the decision to archive this blog !!

i’m still going to browse tumblr casually, and in fact i may or may not convert this blog into a personal blog one day, but we’ll have to see. i’m still running my rpc blog, @imaginariumrpc which i totally recommend checking out if you want some muse inspo or aesthetics, i’m just not producing as much ic content here anymore aside from the headcanons, aesthetics, drabbles and dash games i’ve saved up in my drafts from time to time, and this can be considered a permanent hiatus — this is not a creative platform for me anymore, not like it used to be, so i’m leaving it for good but also keeping it up as an archive for what was here, the emotional and skillful interactions were absolutely top notch, and my four years of being on here definitely helped hone my skills as a writer and i cannot thank you guys enough for it, thank you to everyone who was ever involved, whether or not we’re still mutuals, but it feels unfair to the ones i’ve interacted with if i were to just delete everything, so i’ve decided to keep it up. discord is still a platform you can reach me at OOC, we’re always cool in that regard, just ... don’t be shocked if it takes me ages to reply on tumblr im’s at least. i’m not stressed anymore and i don’t feel pressured at all and that’s such a liberating feeling.

if any of you still want to write with my muses, PLEEEEAAAAAAAAAASE come talk to me on discord and we can plot and talk and rp and fuck around and all that !! i still love my muses - and all the beautiful and wonderful friends i’ve made on here over the years ! - very much and i would love to get some threads going, i just can’t manage this blog combined with all my other things i’m looking after now and especially with my upcoming youtube channel ( which you can subscribe to HERE if you feel so inclined ! it’s nothing too fancy right now and i don’t have a lot of fancy equipment yet at the moment, but i absolutely intend on posting a FUCKTON of content on there, including but not limited to: animanga content i like reading / watching ( especially naruto and gangsta., among other animanga that catches my eye !! ), asoiaf content, potterverse content, some occasional movie reviews and my thoughts on them, personal stuff, indigeneity, tarot readings, talking about autism and mental health advocacy, lgbtqia2+ education, conspiracy theories, spirituality, mythology, witchy shit, playlists, gaming, podcasts, travelling, maybe even vlogging as time goes on, and a lot more, and in fact, @inkblccd and i are already intending on starting a podcast episode together before we’ve even started and i’m really excited !! ) and my own ambitions coming into play ?? i can't be distracted by a rp blog w/ 110 muses on it, that's not productive lmao + i’m devoted to myself, self-partnered, and focusing on many fulfilling things like my hobbies, my career, my communities, luxury, legacy, prosperity, abundance, peace, beautiful experiences, chosen family, friendship, the arts, traveling, spirituality, magick, social activism, charity, learning and a lot more, and not to mention i’m also writing a novella !! so i hope that at least some of you guys can experience that with me on my youtube channel !!

before i end this though, i do want to give thanks and a shoutout to each and every single one of you, whether you’re a friend or not, whether you’re an old face or a new face, whether we’ve interacted or not, for my four, long, bittersweet and wonderful years here on the tumblr rpc, for everything you’ve done to make my life a better and happier place, i would’ve never gotten this far in life without you guys, and i’m tearing up as i write this, so i hope everyone reading this has a beautiful morning/day/night, and i hope you find the love and the happiness and the peace you’re so much longing for. if we’re still going to interact, i’ll definitely see you on the flipside... and if this is the last time we communicate with each other, i wish you well and goodbye and to have all the love and happiness in the world.

A very special shoutout to: @kaigyokus @hxgure @shikkotsunin @imbicilite @inkblccd @ncvabcrn @familiarblood @worldendured @faithheartily @singlethreads @akummaa @historias-multorum @redlineoffate and @unfortunatesculs - my experience in the rpc wouldn’t have been so lovely without you guys in it, y’all mean everything to me.

peace, i love you all so much.

- sincerely, arcana.

#OUT OF THE GALAXY. ( ANGIE SPEAKS. )#i love you all SO MUCH OKAY ?????#me and my muses aren't going anywhere !!! they're just on discord !!!!#tw; long post

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thecomicsnexus · 5 years

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THE WILDSTORM #3-6 JUNE - SEPTEMBER 2017 BY WARREN ELLIS, JON DAVIS-HUNT, JOHN KALISZ, STEVE BUCCELLATO

SYNOPSIS (FROM DC DATABASE)

In New York, Ivana Baiul is on the phone with someone, explaining that her work is in lockdown while they deal with the fallout from the Angela Spica situation, but that she anticipates a promotion out of it, which could lead to the removal of Miles Craven. The room of analysts she is technically overseeing includes two men watching footage of Angela Spica activating her armor in the middle of a crowd.

On the screen, a woman in the crowd turns around, and then she's gone. The same woman is suddenly inside a digital comic on a nearby tablet. She walks from that to the background of a currently-broadcast episode of the forensics show Crime Doctor on the Galaxy television network, and from that to a soda commercial. She appears in a commercial for the same soda in Times Square, and is then walking through Times Square itself. Critical of the soda, she pulls out her phone to watch a Kord video of Martian Manhunter. Appearing in the background of that, she is suddenly in her flat. Pausing to light a cigarette using a lighter that commemorates the "1955 Mars Expedition", she looks up at a wall of pins and pieces of paper, and wonders where she will add the information she has newly gained about Angela Spica.

Angie Spica thinks about her life. Working for a front organization for a year before being brought into I.O. proper. Getting suddenly transferred to the Senior Reporting Group in Manhattan. Then getting pressganged into brainstorming new armor designs for the Razor covert action teams, despite her background being in medical engineering. Trying to square the circle, which led her here, on the run, doing diagnostics on the launch system she built into herself.

Energy bleeding out of the air suddenly earths itself like lightning in the middle of the room, and three newcomers are standing there. They introduce themselves as Adrianna, Cole, and Kenesha, and say they were sent by Jacob Marlowe, to offer her "aid and shelter". Angie begins losing her composure, claiming that I.O. runs the planet and that she will be safe nowhere, but before the newcomers can calm her down, Miles Craven's Razor team dynamites their way through the door and throws flashbangs.

Reacting first, Cole jumps backwards, pulling out his pistols, shooting at the flashbangs, causing them to ricochet backwards into the Razors. The resulting explosion knocks everyone in the room down, and the Razors stride in, wearing fearsome body armor. They demand that everyone lay down their weapons. Cole has a mask on at this stage, and before the Razors have time to process what is happening, Angie activates her armor and launches a set of micro-drones equipped with searchlights, which cripple the optics on the Razors' armor. Blinded, the Razors' pointman is easily knocked backwards by a dum-dum bullet from Kenesha.

In the command room at I.O., the woman from Analysis uses the little their cameras are currently able to catch to discern the make of the micro-drone Angie is using: a design proposed for rescue missions, but then shelved because Strike insisted that they had a military application as smartbombs.

In the bunker, the pointman suddenly realizes that Kenesha's dum-dum bullet is also an explosive device, seconds before he is blown to bloody chunks. The other members of his team are knocked down, and Cole keeps them down with suppressive fire, but Adrianna has her own problems: a piece of shrapnel in her head has caused her to bleed silver and speak in a nonhuman tongue.

Craven orders the Razors to fall back and use explosives, but Cole knocks the grenade back towards them again. Cole looks back to see Kenesha fretting over Adrianna, and Angie, fully armored, clutching the remains of her laptop and cutting a hole in the roof to escape through.

Facing defeat, Miles Craven orders a scorched-earth tactic: to demolish the building and leave no survivors.

Acting fast, Cole achieves twin close-range headshots on both surviving members of the I.O. Razor covert action team, seemingly killing both. Cole pauses to congratulate the team, missing the fact that one of the Razors has survived, and pulled the pins on two grenades. Acting fast, Kenesha pulls the shrapnel out of Adrianna's head, causing her to come back to her senses and teleport the three of them out of there with no time to spare.

Over Montauk sound, Angie Spica's armor transforms in order to adapt to underwater travel and she dives into water.

In the I.O. command room, Miles Craven is looking at a bank of dead monitors. He says he needs Ben Santini to handle this, and that he needs to talk to Michael Cray.

At the safehouse in Brooklyn, Cole is angry at the outcome of the mission, and shocked that Adrianna managed to survive traumatic head injury, but doesn't know how. Adrianna says that the issue needs to be resolved, and that she will recover Angie.

Miles Craven walks into his New York apartment to get a change of clothes. His husband, Julian, is up, and the two pull out a bottle of wine while Miles lays out the situation: the flying power-armored woman who saved Jacob Marlowe on the news is actually the rogue researcher who recently stalked them, and who built her suit with technology she stole from I.O. - technology that I.O. itself stole from a crashed spacecraft called a "Breslau" which belonged to Henry Bendix, a creepy old man who is a peer of Miles'. Trying to cover this up, they discovered an unaffiliated covert action team - a wild CAT, something they've never encountered before.

In an unspecified location, Henry Bendix walks out of a teleport machine, and then chews out the operator for taking so long. Meeting his underling, Lauren Pennington, he walks out with her, insisting that she brief him in his private quarters. However, as soon as they are alone, his shoulders slump in relief and she takes a seat. Bendix starts drinking alcohol and complaining about the air quality on Earth. As he opines that he sometimes wishes he could have the excuse to blow up the world, the view pans out to reveal their location - a massive space station, orbiting Earth.

In the I.O. cafeteria, Michael Cray is having a coffee, but suddenly part of the cup deflagrates in his hand. He recovers from this shock just in time to talk to Miles Craven, to who he lays out the news: he has an inoperable brain tumor, but feels fine. Miles Craven asks him if he still wants to do his job.

On the road into Tiverton, RI, Angie Spica slouches purposefully.

In an I.O. facility, the assassin Michael Cray is taking his last assignment. He wants to leave and begin treatment for his brain tumor, but his boss, Miles Craven, is persuasive - his previous target, Jacob Marlowe, was saved from him by a woman identified as Angela Spica, who built a suit of armor from tech stolen from I.O. - tech I.O. was not supposed to have. Craven needs Spica dealt with, and Michael is the best for the job, but time is a factor and Craven needs him to also make the dossier. In private, Michael admits to himself that he loves the world for its strangeness and, because of that, he's afraid to die.

At night, Lucy Blaze is arriving at Camp Hero, responding to seismic activity and a sighting of Angela Spica. Via her earpiece, she confirms evidence of a struggle and the mangled corpse of an I.O. covert action operative. She finds an egress, not created by seismic activity, but before she can add more, the radio becomes useless from sudden static. At this point, a nonhuman creature steps out of the shadows and greets her verbally. Blaze refers to the creature as a "daemon" and pulls a smallarm. The creature says it is simply observing these events, as she is, and that it and its allies have reached the conclusion that if the situation surrounding Angela Spica is allowed to come to a head without either of their factions interfering, it will be for the best. The creature then vanishes, leaving Blaze to ponder.

A woman against a background of planets and pink energy. An arm, shapeshifting to reveal blue skin and talons. A chair surrounded by a wall of televisions, all showing one woman making a myriad of choices. "Incision", the new single from Voodoo. Coming soon on Lady Backlash Records.

In Michael Cray's headquarters, he is going over the raw data, trying to distract himself from his life-threatening condition. However, when he reviews the footage from the bodycams the covert action team was wearing, he makes a startling discovery...

On a street in America, Angela Spica is on the run. Without money or even a jacket equal to the wind, she uses her suit implants to hack into an ATM, wryly ashamed of herself for doing so. Suddenly, bursts of pink energy outline a human shape at multiple locations on this block, with the effect eventually grounding itself on the pavement in front of her. The woman in the spacesuit now standing there introduces herself as a friend, and asks for a chance to tell her story.

At a nearby diner, the astronaut introduces herself as Adrianna Tereshkova, a former member of a secret space program called Skywatch. Skywatch built the stealth system she reverse-engineered for her suit. She left due to the incident which left her with the mirrorglass eyes and teleporting abilities she now has.

Tereshkova explains that most of Skywatch's spacecrafts use electromagnetism, to great effect, but that they are keen to master interstellar engines. By interfacing with Angela's tech, she is able to show Angela a VR representation of her memories: Skywatch had assigned her to the astronaut team testing the Incision system. The Incision system was based on the theory that if one could cut through reality, one would find an "under-verse", through which it would theoretically be faster than light in travel. The designers had nicknamed this under-verse "the Bleed". But when the Incision system activated, the ship was crushed and the crew died. However, in the Bleed, she was found by... something, who put her back together and caused her to wake up in a crater in Russia. Adrift, she was found by Jacob Marlowe, who she acknowledges as a flawed employer, but also one who respects the needs of outsiders like her and Angela.

In New York, Michael Cray confronts Miles Craven, and turns down the mission to assassinate Angela Spica. Craven insists that Spica is a "good target", but Michael disagrees, pointing out that she was deemed trustworthy by every test I.O. put her through. That she needs a sympathetic ear, not a hitman. That she responds with fear in the footage from the CAT bodycam. And then Michael lays out his bigger problem: Craven assured him she deserved death, but he only found out she didn't because he was given raw data instead of manifactured profiles for the first time. So now, at the end of his career, he is left to wonder how many of his targets were good people who fell afoul of Miles Craven.

Craven jokes that Michael is not thinking straight due to his brain tumor, but Michael is unmoved. Craven shrugs, and says that if Michael will not kill, then he's useless to him. He orders Michael to hand over his badge and implies that he will withhold Michael's tumor treatment unless he complies.

In his quarters, Michael is left to think about the course of his life. The pride of his father. The wondrous strangeness of the world, at its best and its worst. The failings of his fellow men, and his efforts to correct it. Then, the Navy. National service with handgun and shotgun and hacksaw. And then, being recruited by Miles Craven. The wondrous strangeness of the world reduced down to a distant head in a rifle scope.

There is a knock on Michael Cray's door. When he answers it, a woman named Christine Trelane introduces herself as working for a private outfit, Executive Protection Services, who can offer him better medical treatment than his current employer, to do the same job but with more freedom.

There is a second knock at the door, and the knocker says that his personal effects have been taken to him.

In his apartment, Michael Cray is reacting suspiciously to a knock on the door. Informing the knocker that he is just changing clothes, he pulls out a handgun and waits the thirty seconds necessary for the knockers to try to sneak into his flat, at which point he shoots one in the leg. In the ensuing fight, Michael uses handguns, furniture, and in one case, the subject's own neck, to gain situational dominance and kill both attackers. His visitor, Christine Trelane, repeats her job offer: better pay, medical insurance, and more freedom. Michael asks if the job includes a flat with better security, and when Christine responds in the affirmative, he accepts her offer.

At the safehouse in Brooklyn, Adrianna arrives with Angie. Cole and Jacob arrive to meet her. Cole promises coffee, while Jacob promises answers. Angie accepts both.

Adrianna takes this time to retire to her room, where she takes off her clothes, revealing that she has no human face, just a mask and a silvery humanoid body, complete with toes and ears but void of facial features. Sitting down to meditate, she generates a miniaturized rainstorm.

In the kitchen, Jacob sits down with a bottle of alcohol to tell Angie a story: he created the Halo Corporation to design and sell consumer electronic devices. Jacob Marlowe believes in the future, and he wants the optimal version thereof. To that end, he assembled a group of incredible people and gave them a support structure, creating what I.O. refers to as a "CAT" (Covert Action Team).

Jacob then moves on to explain I.O. Created at some point in the 1950s as a classified joint intelligence committee, I.O. metastatized beyond all attempts to curtail it, and has been secretly running world events for years. The notable holdout is Skywatch, a secret space program which predates I.O. Skywatch was briefly part of I.O., but broke loose. As a result of the break, a series of treaties were signed between the two agencies, amounting to a non-aggression pact - I.O. can do what it wants on Earth, and Skywatch can do what it wants in space.

Angie interjects here, asking why I.O. would voluntarily give up control of Skywatch. Jacob, pausing to take another drink, explains that while I.O. envies Skywatch's hardware, the technology is in service to an ideology and a mission which is at odds with I.O.'s goals of control and medium-term benefit. Earth is rich and warm. Space is cold and dead. Mars is theoretically habitable, but still a challenge to get to and borderline unsurvivable, for... a host of reasons. So I.O. lets Skywatch alone.

Jacob moves on to the final key point: both I.O. and Skywatch are masters of their own domain. Each demeans the ideology of the other, but each secretly desires the resources the other commands. And while the treaties hold them in check, enough shock might make them fight, which would be disastrous.

At this point, Jacob pauses, and asks her why she rabbited at the bunker in Montauk. Angie tries to bluff, but eventually reveals the truth: when she created her drysuit, she gave it medical-grade scanning equipment, for use in disaster zones. Cole registered as a human. Adrianna registered as... something. But Kenesha has a completely inhuman internal structure, and that frightened Angie. In the quiet, Jacob asks if she would briefly scan him. Angie complies... and gets a shocking look at his skeleton. He states his case - he is not a medical miracle, but simply a lifeform alien to Earth, like Kenesha. He built the safehouse and populated it with people who have no home in the outside world. He and they are fighting two rival world-ruling powers, and a host of smaller powers, to fix a world that doesn't understand them. And he is offering her a place in this endeavour.

In Skywatch's space station, Ms. Pennington rouses Henry Bendix with new intel. Grumbling, Bendix watches footage of Angie Spica's transdermal drysuit changing configuration over Montauk sound. After a few seconds, he recognises the technology as being copied from the old Breslau II spaceships that Skywatch used when he was younger. As a brace of Skywatch craft make launch for the planet, Henry Bendix announces that he will "rain fire from heaven" to discover who is stealing from him.

REVIEW

By the pacing of these first six issues, I feel sometimes that this story was meant for HBO. But depending on the budget, it could also end up on Netflix (well, it would most likely end in the DC Universe service).

It’s all about world building in these issues, and putting all the players on the board. Some of them we barely seen. But Angela, Grifter and Michael Cray are clearly the stars of this part of the story.

I should have continued reviewing individual chapters, but to be honest, every chapter would have the same score (it has a very consistent quality). The fact that it is a 24 issue maxi-series is also a bit ridiculous, most comic-books these days do not get to issue 13.

This is a great story thus far, but I feel a lot more could have been done in the meantime (there is a Michael Cray series as well). What I am trying to say is... it’s been a while since DC/Wildstorm published WildCATs. The whole point of Flashpoint was to integrate the two universes. Now this is some kind of reboot? Or is it a stand-alone story? Just wondering, doesn’t really affect the quality of this story, but brings many questions to my mind.

The art is very consistent as well, and apart from very well placed cliffhangers, it feels like these are not episodes. Perhaps six issues make one episode. In an HBO show, these six chapters would make one episode (maybe I am overestimating HBO... it could be half a season).

I give these chapters a score of 7

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