#and flipping between the two versions cracks me up so much

[curiosity-killed]

last day of childhood

[ALT ID: A digital illustration of a child at a festival, wearing a flower crown and waving a small sock-puppet type kite on a stick. An adult in dark armor is standing next to them, mostly out of frame except for a hand on the child's back. The child is looking over their shoulder and grinning.]

#this would be the day alir died (tho callebero wouldn't get the news till ~2 weeks later) #bc i think it's fun to kill alir on the most important holiday in arradine #anyway #this is a redraw of a very old VERY terrible drawing #and flipping between the two versions cracks me up so much #my god #i may still feel like shit about my art on the regular but at least i'm better than i was a few years ago! #my art #ch: callebero #baby baby callebero #story: tcp

[lipglossanon]

It’s Moving Faster (It’s Coming Closer)

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stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy trifecta x fem!reader

(This means all 3 stepdad versions at once 🤭) This is essentially a crack fic so don’t take it seriously 👍 😆 Literally just for s and g’s 

Inspiration:

Answer to anon: The After Dark series is in its own universe as the OG stepdad!Leon. The others like With Devils Inside Me (super dark stepdad Leon) and then the sweet, alcoholic stepdad Leon in If You Could Only See are each their own thing.

thanks for the insane idea 🤭 💜

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, foursome (F/M/M/M), daddy kink, dirty talk, name calling, oral (f & m receiving), biting, nipple play, pussy spanking, unprotected sex, creampies, breeding kink, talks of lactation kink

Title from Slither by Djo

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You wake up with a start, head ringing like a bell. Raising up, you realize you’re in your bedroom but it seems.. off. 

“Oh she’s awake!” Leon’s voice comes from your left; you turn to see him sitting against the headboard, hip even with your shoulders.

“We can all see that,” another lower timbre speaks, sounding almost exactly like Leon coming from your right along with a copy of his laugh. 

You blink sleepily at him as he brushes your hair away from your face, “Ignore them, sweetheart.”

You move your attention to the other voices and freeze in place. Your eyes can’t believe what they’re seeing. Sitting on your dresser, is an exact copy of your stepdad and leaning against the wall next to him is another duplicate.  

“What?” You whisper out loud, quickly turning to your Leon, “how—“

He shrugs and pets your hair again, “Don’t know. We all just woke up here.” 

You feel your bed dip as another weight  sits down. 

You turn and see a meaner, younger Leon staring at you. 

“It’s uncanny how much they look alike,” this new Leon pets your calf, dark eyes empty and cold, “still so pretty.”

Your breath catches as you pull your leg away, pushing closer to your actual stepdad. The other Leon pulls his hand away with a mean little smile. 

“Act the same way too,” his eyes flicker from yours up to your Leon, “got me wondering if her cunt’s as good.”

You gasp as he laughs at you. Your Leon only pets your hair softly. 

“No need to be so crass,” the third Leon comes in closer; this one looks a little rougher around the edges, eyes bloodshot but kind. 

The mean Leon shrugs, “You know you’re thinking it, too. What it would be like to bury your face in this hot little cunt to see if she compares to the one at home.”

The third Leon flushes and drops your gaze bashfully as he doesn’t argue. A hot tongue of arousal buzzes your cunt both from the younger Leon’s words to the reaction of this shy Leon thinking such dirty thoughts about you. 

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” your Leon finally speaks up, voice colored in amusement, “who said I even felt like sharing?”

Your clit throbs at the thought of Leon letting these two strangers have their way with you. You whine in your throat making two pairs of eyes watch you greedily. 

“She sounds the same,” the shy Leon speaks up, voice rough, “always so good.”

“Could make her sound even better,” the Leon sitting on your bed scoots a little closer, “could make her scream.”

You push up until you’re sitting between your Leon’s splayed legs, hands gripping his thighs tightly to press yourself as close to him as possible. 

He chuckles and runs his hands down your sides to your skirt, “Feeling nervous, sweetheart?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whisper, eyes glued to his copycats who watch you just as closely. 

“Babygirl,” the rough looking, shy Leon moves until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed as well, “no reason to be nervous.”

You smile shyly at him as the Leon behind you murmurs in your ear, “He’s right, baby, no reason to be nervous. Besides..”

He flips your skirt up to show your damp panties off to the other two Leons. 

“They’ve seen needy cunts before,” he kisses your ear as you mewl in embarrassment, “now I’m just gonna show them the best one.”

“Daddy,” you gasp out as your stepdad holds your skirt up with one hand and rubs against your wet panties with the other. 

You spill more slick into the gusset of your panties making you try to hide your face from all of them staring straight at your cloth covered pussy. Your body’s so hot making you pant softly, nipples hard and showing through your shirt. 

The crass Leon moves until he’s kneeling between your legs. 

“So wet already and none of us have even touched you,” he smirks at you, a mean look hovering in his eyes, “little slut.”

Your hips rock up with a whine as your own Leon laughs down at you making you hotter and wetter. Whatever happens, there’s no way you’re going to survive all of them at once. 

“So mean,” the third Leon cuts in, scooting across the bed until he’s pressed against your right side, “she’s our perfect girl, gotta be sweet to’er.”

He dips his head down and presses a gentle kiss to your neck making your eyes flutter as you sigh. 

“So sweet,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth across you jaw with slow kisses until he reaches your lips, “can I kiss you, baby?”

“Uh huh,” you mumble, reaching out to wrap your hands around the nape of his neck. 

You whine into his mouth as he kisses you slowly, slipping his tongue past your lips to taste your hot, wet mouth. There’s a hint of whiskey on his tongue, driving you a little wild, making you suck on it greedily. He groans and fucks his tongue deeper into your mouth. 

Once he pulls away, there’s a strand of spit connecting your mouths. You surge forward and lick it off making him moan. 

“Perfect girl,” he kisses you hungrily, giving up being sweet to roughly lick into your mouth to suck on your tongue.

“Keep going,” you hear the Leon between your legs speak, “getting this pussy nice and wet with those kisses. Maybe should kiss this sweet little kitty huh?”

You break the kiss to whine, spreading your thighs wider, “Daddy!”

You feel your Leon’s cock pressing against your ass making you rock down into him. 

“Can h-he?” You pant as the Leon you were kissing drags his mouth across your neck to leave suckling bruises in his wake.

“Can he what, sweetheart? Ya gotta be clear about what you want or how can he give it to you?” he rumbles against your back, hands dragging down your thighs and back up to stroke your cunt through your panties.

You whine, chest heaving, feeling dizzy with arousal. 

“P-please,” you turn your wide eyes to the Leon between your legs, “will you eat my pussy, daddy? Pretty please?”

You still have your right arm draped over the shy Leon’s neck as he kisses and bites your neck; dragging your left hand down, you hold your skirt out of the way. Your Leon lets go of your skirt and uses both hands to tease your cunt through your panties, stroking your pussy lips and rubbing your sensitive clit. 

The Leon directly in front of you grins crookedly making your pulse leap in your throat, “What manners,” he coos, taking his shirt off and throwing it on the floor.

He lays flat on your bed and slowly kisses his way from your shaking calves up to your spread thighs. 

“Bite her,” your Leon cuts in, “she likes a little teeth near her sweet cunt. Gets her tight hole soaking wet.”

They both laugh meanly at your high moan; the shy Leon groans against you neck. 

“Biting?” he pulls away, pupils swallowing the blue of his eyes, “you like that pretty girl?”

Before you can say anything, the Leon between your legs sinks his teeth deep into your thigh close to your pussy. You cry out, body arching as you press into his sharp teeth. Leon pulls away and sinks his mouth right back into your thigh making you whine and buck your hips. 

“Fuck,” the shy Leon whispers, eyes glued to the Leon sucking and biting your tender skin. 

“Oh yeah,” your Leon growls, “fucking loves getting those thighs bruised up. Only place her mom won’t see, isn’t that right, baby?”

Your eyes are lidded and hazy, “Uh huh, daddy. S’good, makes me so wet.”

You feel as the sweet Leon rolls his hips into your side.

“God, I’ll have to try it with mine,” he pants against you, “where else? Her momma ain’t in the picture anymore.”

You drag your gaze away from the Leon mauling your thighs in sharp bites. He pulls back to slip your panties off but presses his mouth into your thighs to leave more bruises . 

“Neck, shoulders,” you whisper at him, lips swollen and enticing, “want daddy to mark me up everywhere.”

You tug him closer with your arm, lips brushing against his as you sigh out, “Tits are a good place too. And if you get me going really good, you can bite my pussy lips.”

He shoves his tongue in your mouth with a whine, licking into you sloppily getting spit everywhere. 

“Fuck,” he pulls away, hands ripping his shirt off followed by him slipping his jeans and underwear off. 

You watch hungrily as he strokes his cock a few times to take the edge off. 

“Got me so fucking hard, sweet girl,” he groans, kissing you messily again causing your clit to throb, “want daddy to bite your cute little cunt? Fuck, s’hot baby.”

“Daddy,” you whine at him, “you’re so sweet,” he kisses you again, a little softer but no less eagerly. 

“You got a lucky girl,” you pull away to whisper in his ear, “do you give her lotsa kisses?”

“Yeah,” he pants, stroking his cock pulling the foreskin down to spread his precum around the head, “lotsa kisses.”

You hum and whisper again, “What about her pussy? Do you give her pussy lotsa kisses too?”

“Fuck,” he grits out, “yeah, yeah, I do, god, how can I not? Love kissing that pretty pussy.” 

You sigh and tug him closer, “Then help eat me out, daddy. Give me lots of those sweet kisses.”

He surges against you this time to lick into your giggling mouth. He shifts to kneel between your legs. 

“Move,” he presses against the shoulder of the Leon between your thighs. 

That Leon raises his head, lips swollen from sucking and kissing bite after bite into your thighs. 

“Fuck you mean move?” He snarls at him, “she asked me to eat her cunt.”

“Yeah well she just asked me to as well,” he growls right back. 

Your pussy flutters around nothing as more slick gushes from your hole watching as they argue over eating you out. 

“Sneaky,” your Leon chuckles in your ear, “and greedy, sweetheart. You want their mouths that bad, couldn’t wait so had to have both?”

You whine, “Daddy, I need it. Need them to give my pussy lots of kisses.”

“Don’t want her feeling left out, huh?” his smoky voice makes your skin pebble with goosebumps. 

You shake your head, “Uh uh, daddy gives the best kisses. She needs them too.”

Your spine arches as two greedy mouths lap at your glistening cunt at the same time, a low whine spilling from your lips. You can’t think past the hot wet tongues licking into your pussy and circling your clit. 

“S-so good, unh, unh, d-daddy s’good,” you moan, pushing your hips up into their mouths. 

Your hazy eyes watch as the mean Leon fucks his tongue into your clenching hole with a groan while the sweeter one suckles and kisses your clit. 

“Help’em out, sweetheart,” your Leon whispers hotly in your ear, “hold your cute little pussy open so they can eat her all up.”

“Leon,” you gasp, “yes, yes, please.”

You flip your skirt all the way up and reach down to spread open your cunt. 

“Good girl,” the sweet Leon praises you lighting up your nerve endings.

He and the other Leon messily make out with your cunt, tongues running all over your swollen clit and fat pussy lips, licking into your dripping wet hole only to repeat it over and over and over until they’re holding your thighs down so you can’t move away from their mouths.

You’re crying from how good you feel; arousal is pulsing all through your body, heightening when your Leon slides his hands around to lift the hem of your shirt and take it off of you. He tugs your bra down so your breasts spill out of the cups, nipples hardening in the cool air. 

He tugs and pinches the hard buds making you mewl and push into his rough fingers.

“Daddy,” you pant, eyes open but unseeing as the Leon at your back fondles your breasts and teases your nipples.

“Good girl,” he purrs in your ear, “just let us play with you, baby.”

He twists your nipples making you squeal, slick gushing from your pussy to coat the mouth of the Leon lapping at your hole while the other Leon sloppily kisses your sensitive clit. Your Leon keeps up the harsh tugs and pinches making you whine from the too much feeling pulsing in your tightened buds.

“Like me being rough on these cute little nipples, huh?” he mocks, “look at you getting so wet for us. Think that sweet cunt’s ready to get fucked?”

You mewl needily, “Uh huh, need daddy so bad. Please, Leon, please want it. Give it to me, please, please.”

The two Leon’s between your thighs pull back with a loud wet noise. 

“Going first,” the mean Leon states, eyes taking in your wet pussy as they drag up to your nipples, still being toyed with by your Leon, then up to your blissed out face, “one of you two can get my sloppy seconds.”

You moan and arch your hips down towards him, “Please, daddy.”

He spanks his hand down on your swollen mound and clit making you squeal.

“You’re gonna be a good fuck, babygirl,” he laughs, getting completely undressed then pressing his fat cock against your drooling pussy.

He eases in, stretching you open on his throbbing length making you moan into the feeling. He pauses for a second then fucks himself into your clenching walls, not stopping until he’s completely bottomed out, tip kissing your womb.

“S’deep,” you choke out, hands moving up to grab your Leon’s forearms, nails digging in, “he’s too deep, daddy.”

“No he’s not,” he laughs in your ear, “you can take’em, sweetheart. Your little pussy’s made for daddy’s dick, right?”

You nod, tears streaming from your eyes, “H-hurts, daddy.”

They all groan at that, the Leon inside you bucking forward trying to get even deeper into your pussy.

“Fuck,” he grins crookedly at you, “gonna breed this pretty pussy then it’s his turn right?”

He nods to the sweeter Leon kneeling at your side, slowly stroking his cock as he watches you get fucked open.

“Y-yes, daddy,” you mewl, mouth watering as you watch Leon jerk his cock slowly, precum oozing over his knuckles making them sticky—making you want to clean him up.

Leon pulls his cock out of your pussy slowly then slams back in hard making you cry out, eyes closed and head tossed back. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust, chasing his own pleasure as he bullies his cock into your cunt until you’re practically screaming. 

“That’s it, fucking take it,” he growls at you, eyes stormy and mean, “gonna fill this little pussy up.”

“Say thank you, sweetheart,” your Leon kisses your ear, still tugging and pinching your swollen nipples.

“T-thank you, d-daddy,” you gasp, voice hoarse.

The sweet Leon moans and fucks his fist a little harder making you whine over at him.

“Want me to suck it, daddy?” You bite your bottom lip.

“Mm only if you want to, honey,” he shuffles up and the Leon behind you lets you lean over to kitten lick at the fat tip of this other Leon.

He groans and grabs the back of your neck, holding onto you but not pushing any further making you moan and suck more of his cock into your mouth. Your pussy squelches with every thrust by the mean Leon, jostling you until you’re gagging on the dick in your mouth.

Your Leon grabs you head and holds you there, “He’s gonna fuck your mouth, baby. Sit still.”

With that permission, the sweet Leon slowly builds up rolling thrusts to fuck his cock in and out of your spit filled mouth. He groans and pants, rocking the tip of his dick into your throat making you choke but neither he nor your Leon let you up so you just have to take it, drooling all over his cock so much it drips down his balls.

“Nothing but a slut,” the Leon fucking your pussy grits out, picking up speed to bully his cock into your soaked cunt.

You moan, the sound garbled and wet as your stepdad starts playing with your sensitive nipples again, tugging hard before pinching your tits.

“Mm she likes that,” Leon laughs meanly, fucking into your pussy harder, “squeeze down on me babygirl, about to cream this pretty cunt.”

Not being able to move makes you sigh and whine against the cock filling your throat and squeeze down hard on the one filling your pussy. Leon tugs on your nipples just right and your eyes flutter shut as your cunt milks the fat dick splitting you open.

“Fuck, ‘m cumming,” Leon pushes his cock as deep as possible, hot spurts of jizz painting your spasming walls as he empties himself inside you.

It feels like forever before he slowly pulls out, a wet noisy suction that makes them all groan. 

“Your turn,” he grins at the Leon you’re sucking off.

“Mm, ready, honey?” he eases out of your swollen mouth and moves down between your legs.

“You’re so full, sweetheart,” he moans, “gonna fill you up so much, we might knock ya up.”

You moan and rock your hips down, “Daddy, don’t say that.”

He smiles at you, “Sorry baby. Just gets me hot thinking we might breed your pretty pussy.”

He slowly feeds his cock into your sore pussy. You can feel cum and slick drip out of your hole as he presses deeper and deeper into you. Whining, you dig your nails into your Leon’s arms again.

“He’s too big, too,” you pant, “s’too much. You’re gonna break my pussy.”

Hips jumping, the sweet Leon bottoms out in your cunt suddenly making you wail at the pressure against your cervix.

He presses down on your thighs to keep you spread open, “Sorry, baby, you just make it so hard to go slow.”

The mean Leon lays along your side so he can mouth at your breasts.

“Just think, if we knock you up you could be leaking from here, too,” he bites your nipple making a reedy moan leave your throat.

Your Leon laughs in agreement, “Milk you like you milk us, sweetheart.”

They take turns being rough on your nipples with your Leon pinching and rolling them in his fingers while the other bites and sucks on the hard buds.

“So tight,” Leon grinds deep into your cunt, rubbing against your g-spot.

“There, daddy,” you gasp, “there, there, there!”

He doesn’t move and just keeps grinding his dick over and over until your whole body shakes apart, orgasm completely wiping your brain out with white noise. When you finally come back to yourself, this Leon is still between your legs pounding your pussy over and over, soft whines and grunts slipping past his pouty lips.

You feel a hot wet mouth suckling your nipples making you arch into the suction.

“Like those tits being sucked don’t you?” A low smoky voice whispers in your ear making you sigh in pleasure.

“Mmhmm, s’good,” you whimper.

“Say it, baby, wanna hear you say it,” the low tone laughs.

“Like when daddy sucks on my tits,” you whisper, “feels good.”

The Leon filling your cunt moans, “Gonna cum, honey, where do you want it?”

“In me, please,” you try to spread your thighs more, “want daddy to breed my pretty pussy.”

“God, fuck, ungh,” he growls and pumps his load into your spent pussy, hot strings of cum dripping down his throbbing cock since your pussy is filled to the brim.

He pulls out and shoots the rest out on your fat pussy lips and swollen clit. You sigh at the hot jizz coating your pussy.

“My turn, sweet girl,” your Leon states tugging you up and away from the two Leons on the bed. 

He manhandles you with ease until you’re both at the foot of the bed, he’s standing behind you as your kneeling on the sheets arms twisted behind you, back arched to accommodate the hold he has on them.

“They’re gonna suck on your pretty tits while I rail this sloppy cunt,” he kisses your neck as the other two Leons move up until they’re right in front of you.

You mewl as two hot mouths eagerly suck on each nipple, tongues and teeth teasing at the hard buds. Your Leon slowly presses his dick into your abused pussy, cum dripping all over your thighs from the other creampies.

“That’s it, good girl,” he coos in your ear, “feels good getting those cute tits licked huh? It must cause this pussy is sucking me in.”

You can only pant, body overloaded on sensation. The two Leons in front of you grunt and moan into your breasts, sucking hard and greedily. You notice they’re each stroking their own cocks, getting off on tasting your tits.

“Daddy,” your tongue feels swollen in your mouth, “want you to cum in me.”

“I’m going to sweetheart, don’t worry,” he smacks your ass, “just wanna enjoy this sloppy cum filled pussy. S’hot getting somebody’s sloppy seconds. Or should I say sloppy thirds?”

He laughs making you clench down on him hard. He spanks your ass a few more times making you whine and buck back into him. Once he bottoms out, he just grinds the fat head against your cervix making you arch your back, which only presses your tits further into the hungry mouths sucking on them.

“Would be hot to milk those cute titties of yours, baby,” he grunts in your ear, “you’d be so wet and messy everywhere. Wouldn’t be able to keep my mouth off of you.”

“Leon,” you whimper, “don’t wanna—“

He reaches around and spanks your pussy, “It’s just a dirty thought, sweetheart,” he chides, “your pussy sure likes the thought of me sucking on your milky tits though.”

He grips your arms harder and starts railing into your cunt deeper, hips humping faster into your wet squelching pussy. He keeps spanking your pussy making you drool all over yourself as your belly gets warmer and warmer, orgasm just around the corner.

One of the mouths on your breasts starts biting making you mewl and press harder into their teeth. 

“Bite me, daddy,” you’re crying softly now, feeling too good, “bite me, please.”

All three listen to you, each mouth on your nipples nipping the bud before sinking teeth into your areola. Leon behind you bites down on your shoulder making your legs shake in pleasure. 

“G’nna cum, daddy, you’re g’nna make me cum,” you moan, body squirming—not sure where to go against the onslaught of feelings.

Leon spanks down on your clit the hardest he’s ever done and you scream, pussy gushing all over his cock. You think you’re babbling thank you but you honestly have no idea. Your brain is totally offline as pleasure makes you stupid, sweeping through your body leaving nothing behind.

You feel the mouths slowly pull off of your nipples as you Leon says something. Then, you’re completely bent over the bed so he can pound into your sloppy cunt. You weakly clench down on him and he snaps, knocking his cock into your cervix and spilling inside of you. It’s so hot it makes you moan brokenly. Without pulling out, he starts to shake your shoulders roughly.

“What?” Your brain feels like soup.

“I said you need to wake up, sweetheart,” his voice says from above you making you slowly blink your eyes open.

You shoot up in bed and look around. It’s your room again but this time it doesn’t have that weird dream vibe to it.

You look up at Leon who’s standing next to your bed with a confused expression.

“You okay? Are you getting sick?”

You shake your head no even as he tests your forehead for a temperature. 

“Hmm, well if you don’t feel well let me know and I’ll pick up some medicine while I’m out,” his frown doesn’t disappear even as he walks towards your open door.

“Will do,” you call out to his retreating back as he shuts he door.

You flop back down on your bed with a huff. Maybe you shouldn’t have ice cream before bed.

#crack fic #stepdad!leon multiverse? 😂 #stepdad!leon s kennedy x fem!reader #stepdad leon s kennedy #stepdad!leon kennedy #stepdad!leon s kennedy #stepcest #dark stepdad!leon s kennedy #alcohlic stepdad!leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy smut #lipglossanon

[tulipjeanohare]

Hospital Jail Break

premise: this is my version of what happened if Eddie lived in Vol.2 and everyone cared about him! A week after the events in the upside down and Vecna cracking Hawkins in half Eddie finds himself cuffed to a hospital bed with no escape in sight. Until, Dustin's older sister shows up to save the day with a half cocked plan and a ragtag group of accomplices.

pairing: eddie munson x dustin's sister!reader

word count: pairing: 1899

warnings:  none

notes:  the plan is to write some sort of continuation to this but I want to see if anyone is even interested in more of it. So, please comment and interact to let me know what you guys think!

Read Part Two  Part Three Part Four

Eddie’s eyes started to water as he continued to stare at the same ceiling tile he’d been observing for the last twenty minutes when he heard the voice. 

Such a familiar voice. 

But it couldn’t be, there’s no way you’d be anywhere near this place right now let alone trying to get into his room. They’d had this place locked down like a high security prison since they’d brought him in a week ago. At least, that’s what the nurse had told him when he first woke up. It wasn’t like he could really verify the accuracy of that statement seeing as he was handcuffed to his bed almost 24/7.

“Thank you so much, officer,” the sweet voice rang out, louder now. Like it was coming from just inside the door to his room. “I promise I’ll make this quick!”

Holy shit, it is her.

The door clicked closed before an echo of heavy boots followed on the tile before he saw you appear around the corner. “You up for a jail break,” you asked, hands placed matter of factly on your hips.

“Uuuuh,” was all Eddie could get out at this point.

Nobody, not one single person, had been allowed in his room since he’d been brought here. Not even his poor uncle who he’d heard begging the cop guarding the door on his second day there. But here you were, like it was just another day. A lot cleaner than the last time he’d seen you, although his mind was a little fuzzy from that night given all the blood he’d lost.

A hand waved in front of his face, “earth to Munson,” you sang, pulling him from his thoughts of that night.

“Shit, sorry,” he finally responded. “What exactly do you mean jail break? I’m in here for murder, multiple to be precise.” 

You huffed as if he wasn’t getting some joke you’d just told, annoyance evident on your face. Without another word you pulled two bobby pins from the tight bun you had pulled back at the nape of your neck, the long strand of hair they’d been holding back falling in your face before you could tuck it safely behind your ear.

“I’m getting you out of here,” you spoke softly as to not let the cop just outside the door hear. “We all know you’re not the psycho killer the entire town has convinced itself you are. You should hear the news, are they letting you turn the tv on? It’s probably a good thing if they aren’t. This total idiot is on the news saying it wasn’t an ‘earthquake’ that cracked the entire town in half but that you opened some portal to hell with your creepy voodoo.”

All the color drained from Eddie’s face, “what, you’re kidding!”

“Keep it down,” you shushed him, taking one of his hands that was cuffed to the bed and trying to find a good angle on the lock. “I need to concentrate.” 

“You know if you get caught doing this you get a nice jail cell right next to mine, right,” Eddie whispered, his voice on edge.

You waved him off with a nod of the head, twisting the bobby pin between your teeth until it straightened just enough. “Yeah, Eds, I’m aware of the risk but seeing as you just saved all our asses in the third dimension or whatever the hell that place is I think I owe you one.”

“Sweet face,” he spoke, an attempt to press your buttons so you’d look up at him. “You don’t owe me shit.”

Any other time he’d called you by that name you’d ignore him or flip him the bird but now, now it made your cheeks burn red hot. “I beg to differ,” you replied, brows knitted in concentration as you slid the two little metal pins into the lock of the cuffs. “This isn’t up for debate, Munson. Robin is already talking the cops ear off outside the door. Too late to abort the plan now.”

“W-wait,” he stammered. “You’ve got Robin roped into this too?”

A huff of breath escaped you, annoyed at his dimness, “did you think I was planning the hospital jail break by myself?”

“Well,” he started, his head falling back onto the pillow now. “I guess I didn’t think they’d be rushing to my rescue now that I’m a caught criminal.”

That made you laugh. He was as dramatic as they came and hearing him, the kid who ran the nerdiest club at Hawkins High, call himself a ‘caught criminal’ reminded you of just how dramatic. “They’re the ones who helped me carry your sorry ass out of the upside down after you passed out, Eddie. Those asshole cops won’t let anyone in here…they’ve been trying all week.”

“So…you got in here, how, exactly,” he questioned, looking back down at you.

One more twist of the two bobby pins and bam they popped right open, freeing his right hand. “My charming personality, of course.”

His eyes looked like they were about to bug right out of their head as he realized you’d actually been able to free him of the cuffs. “You’re a genius, I’ll give you that, but how in the hell are you planning on getting me out of this room? Robin can talk but I don’t think she can do anything to move them from that door.”

“Ye of little faith,” you grinned, sitting on the side of the hospital bed, reaching across Eddie’s body for his other cuffed hand. “You’re going out the window, Munson.”

He really couldn’t believe it. Just a few days ago you barely knew each other more than a passing glance as you dropped your younger brother off at Hellfire Club and here you were saving his ass, again. “I’m in the hospital for a reason, Y/N. I don’t know if I’m in the best condition to be scaling a building.”

“You know if you’d shut up for five seconds and stopped doubting me I think this,” you gestured towards your fingers twisting and turning the pins around in the lock. “Might go a little faster. If you must know, Harrington is helping me with the window escape, Dustin is on the ground with Nancy waiting in the getaway car. Besides, we’re on the first floor of this shit hole hospital…you can make it that far in your fragile state.”

Eddie watched your lips curl into a devilish smirk at that last remark, still able to tease him as you worked to get the second cuff off. “You’re all insane, you know that?”

“Dustin would kill me if I didn’t at least try to save your ass,” you replied, finally getting the other cuff to pop open. “Besides, if any Henderson is going to jail I think I’d handle it a lot better than the kid would.”

Before he could think Eddie’s hands grabbed either side of your face and quickly planted a kiss on your lips, something he’d thought about doing every time he’d see you yelling at Dustin from your car outside of the school. It was quick, nothing more than a peck, but it took both of you by surprise. “Uuuuh,” he struggled to find the words, his hands still cupping your face. “I, uh, don’t know what got into me there.”

“Heat of the moment,” you offered, eyes still wide from shock.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it,” he quickly agreed.

Quickly you got up from the bed and tossed his crumpled, bloody clothes over to him, “couldn’t sneak in fresh clothes so that’ll have to wait. You better make it snappy because Robin’s been going for 15 minutes and that’s about 5 minutes longer than I’d planned on.”

The soft murmur of Robin’s rambling could be heard from the other side of the door but now you could hear the voice of a very annoyed cop too. You quickly shot over to the window and fumbled with the heavy lock keeping the window shut to the outside world. Just as you got the lock snapped open Steve popped into view scaring you half to death. “Harrington,” you breathed, shoving the window open as quietly as possible. 

“Sorry, I got held up down below and didn’t think I was gonna get my ass here in time,” he got out in between heavy breaths. “Is the prisoner ready for transport?”

Before you could turn to check you felt Eddie press up behind you, leaning his head over your shoulder to get a look at Steve. “Shit, you weren’t kidding about this plan!”

“I wasn’t risking my ass for nothing,” you grinned, moving out of the way to allow him to start out the window. “Careful, none of us have any medical training outside of Neosporin and a Band-Aid. And I promise you that my bedside manner is a lot worse than those snooty nurses I met outside your room.”

“Oh you mean my biggest fans,” Eddie joked, carefully putting one leg through the window then the other until Steve steadied him on the other side of the glass.

“Making friends everywhere you go, I see,” Steve rolled his eyes.

Eddie opened his mouth to say something back to you but you’d already closed the window and locked it once more. A quick thumbs up to Steve before you closed the curtains quickly and made your way back out of the room. 

Now this was the tough part of the plan.

In Dustin’s scenario the idiot cop would shoo you out of the room and down the hall without thinking to check in on Eddie. But it couldn’t be that easy, could it? 

One quick deep breath before reaching for the handle to the heavy wood door, your fingers trembling worse than they had been after Eddie had kissed you just minutes ago. As nonchalantly as you could muster you breezed out of the door, slamming it behind you, before turning to the cop. “You know what, you were right, that kid is a real psycho,” you spit out the prepared speech your little brother had coached you through. “I appreciate you letting me tell him off one last time, for my brother.”

“You better leave before my boss finds out you were anywhere near here,” he replied, eyes still focused straight ahead.

Your eyes went from him to the door and back, waiting for him to look in on his prison but not so much as a twitch of his hand alerted you to that being his next move. “No worries, officer,” you grinned. “You won’t be seeing me anywhere near this place anytime soon!”

A few steps took you around the corner and you ran directly into a very worried and wound up Robin. “Did it work, is he out? Did he get down the building alright? Wh-,” she rambled quickly.

“Robin,” you whispered, grabbing hold of her shoulders to steady her before you got motion sickness from the way she was flailing her hands about. “If you don’t shut up I’ll turn right around and tell one of those cops that you’re the one who sprung the psycho teenage serial killer.”

She bit her lip in an attempt to stop her word vomit, “But, did…”

“He’s on the roof with Steve as we speak,” you winked, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “So far, so good.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fan fiction #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #joseph quinn #robin buckley #dustin henderson #stranger things fluff #stranger things angst #st fanfic #st angst #st fluff #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munsont fluff #my writing #fanfiction #fanfic

[jadethest0ne]

What’s your favorite Donnie/ Raph dynamic out of all the iterations? Sorry if this question doesn’t make any sense lol

Makes perfect sense, and it has a very easy answer for me:

TMNT 1987 has my fave Donnie-Raph dynamic!

One might think it'd be Rise of the TMNT, but while I do enjoy Raph and Donnie's dynamic in that, and I did create a whole comic with the two of them, it's more of a love of what could be more than what we actually see in the show, because there are very few scenes and episodes in that series where the two of them team up.

In fact, there are very few interactions, scenes, or episodes with the two in most iterations, unfortunately. Despite that, the two remain my favorite duo in TMNT (more on why that is over here). But out of all the iterations, it is in 1987 that we get perhaps the most interactions and team ups between the two of them. And it's not just the amount of time we get to spend with the two of them together, it's also the quality of the interactions, too.

Throughout the series the two are often shown hanging out, tag-teaming in fights and sparring matches, and even teaming up to play pranks on Leonardo and Michelangelo.

There's many moments where they agree with each other or side with each other if there's a disagreement in the group. For instance in "Splinter Vanishes” the team is forced to go their separate ways. Raphael and Donatello disagree with splitting up and want to stick together, even though the others (and Splinter) insist that they do. Then you have Season 8′s “ H.A.V.O.C.” arc, where there's a team of other mutants that seem like allies, and the two of them want to side with the new mutants while Leonardo and Michelangelo are suspicious of them (the mutants end up being antagonists, but this is just another instance where the two have similar opinions and stick together).

They’re just portrayed as being a good team who work well together, despite having rather different personalities.

And that’s another thing that I find interesting about them in this version - how their personalities differ somewhat from other versions and how those personalities bounce off each other in this iteration. I've talked a bit about this, and what I like in regards to how their dynamic is portrayed in another post. But specifically what I find interesting is that in this version, Raphael is actually a lot more cautious and self-preserving, while Donatello is the one who is rash and runs into trouble.

Raphael's personality in the 1987 version is very much a sassy, wise-cracking jokester. He'll definitely egg on a fight that he's confident about and taunt the enemy a lot, but he knows when to back out of a tough situation. Meanwhile, Donatello is very smart and level-headed, but very prideful, and it's that pride that gets him to bite off more than he can chew. In numerous instances he's gotten himself and the others in trouble because he's so sure of his abilities that he doesn't see when things start to go wrong because "he can handle it".

What's cool about these seemingly clashing personalities, is that the two end up grounding each other. Raphael will be the one to point out when Donatello's schemes or inventions may have some downsides. Granted, he does so via sarcastic jabs at Donatello's expense, but nonetheless, he's also there to help out when things inevitably go wrong. And despite his reservations about Donatello's plans, he very often turns to him when things go south. He's very sure of his brother's ability to out-think a situation.

On the flip side, Donatello will often look to Raphael for comfort or assurance when he is worried or scared. There are lots of instances of him clinging to or hugging Raphael when he's nervous, and it's very sweet (more screenshots over here).

Overall, I wish there was as much focus on this duo in other iterations, and it's because there's so much content with them in '87 that it makes it one of my faves.

I’ll close out this ramble with a list of a few of my fave Don-Raph episodes from the 1987 series:

Back to the Egg - Michelangelo and Leonardo get shrunk to toddler age, and Donatello and Raphael have to be older brothers to the two younger ones. This is my favorite episode of the whole ‘87 series!

Raphael vs the Volcano - an invention by Donatello makes Raphael think he's dying, so he throws caution to the wind and goes on various heroic escapades. Donatello has to fix his mistake and save Raphael from his own brash actions.

Combat Land - The turtles are invited to test out a new battle-themed amusement park and to fight its robot creations. However, it might just be a scheme to destroy them.

Dirk Savage: Mutant Hunter - Leonardo and Michelangelo get kidnapped by a villain who is trying to control mutants, and Raphael and Donatello have to work together to save them.

Thank you so much for giving me an excuse reason to talk about my favorite duo :3

#tmnt #tmnt 1987 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles 1987 #my fave duo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #character analysis #character dynamics #ask #jadethest0ne

[commander-rahrah]

Only for him - Gale x GN!Reader

Pairing: Gale x GN!Reader Word Count: ~ 530 Warnings/Tags: act 2 spoilers, angst, hurt, talk of death and blood, eventually happyish?, no use of y/n, some in game dialogue Setting: Act 2, Ilithid Colony under Moonrise Towers

archiveofourown: here

masterlist: here

I've been flipping back in forth between my fics, while also finishing up my most recent playthrough of my fighter Tav x Gale romance save. And I couldn't help but want to make more of an angsty/hurt version of the conversation you have with him when you convince Gale to not blow himself the eff up in Moonrise Towers.

For the purposes of this tiny little ficlit, Tav/Reader is a melee tank (fighter, paladin, etc.) Folk Hero who has been through the ringer, lost many people and is just very... very tired. And has been waiting to get their own happy ending for so long that they thought it would never happen.

Anyways, I have enough on my plate with my two fics so I'm not committing to anything but I really enjoyed fleshing out this little headcannon dream I had while playing my newest playthrough. And I think Gale deserves all the love too! Thank you for reading, and if you liked it let a girl know!

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"This is it. I must do as Mystra commands." Gale took a steadying breath, his brown eyes looking anywhere but you. He had them focused ahead, on the monstrosity that was the so-called Absolute.

His leather boot took one step forward, but his movement halted as you stepped in front of him. Your heart was aching, a real physical pain cracking through it. "Gale, you cannot do this. Please, don't do this." You begged, your armored hand wrapped around his bound forearm.

You watched his throat bob as he swallowed thickly, "What choice do I have? More than just a goddess counts on my courage: whole worlds hang in the balance." His dark eyes looked at you sadly, anguish etching the features of his face as his wrist turned so he could hold back onto you. His fingers trembling like it would be his last touch.

Your lips quivered as you stepped closer to him. Even in this dank, evil abyss under the Tower you breathed in his familiar, warm scent. "I have spent my entire life fighting and bleeding. All I have known is death. I have stared it down on my knees, shattered and broken - even if it never came to take me, it took everyone else. And I was… so tired, so ready to give up." Tears were welling in your eyes, emotion crawling up your throat until your words choked out of you. "But then I met you. And all of it, every screaming muscle as I swung my blade, every aching bone as I took another hit, every drop of blood, every scream and tear shed... all of it was worth it. Because it led to you."

Tears were streaming down both of your cheeks now, leaving lines of clean skin as it cut through the dust and dirt and blood that stained your face. "Please, Gale - my love. Don't do this. We have time. We can have time." You grabbed either side of his face, his brown eyes softening as you tipped your forehead onto his. Your voice was a whisper, "I choose you, Gale. Not the wizard, not the sacrifice or Goddess' pawn. The man I love. Choose me back. The one who loves you. We can find another way together. I love you."

"I love you too. Much more than myself. More even than Mystra. Whether I condemn this world or not: I choose you." He nodded, his forehead still pressed tightly to yours as he pressed his lips softly to yours.

It was not the time nor place for such gentle acts of love. Not with an abomination around the corner, not with an undying man waiting to unleash his evil machinations on the world so close by. But you could not help yourself, not when it came to Gale. You pressed your lips harder to his for just a moment longer, memorizing the feeling and taste of him before you pulled away.

The pair of you nodded at each other breathlessly, eyes shifting with determination.

You would draw your sword and hold up your shield again. You would fight another day. Fight for another lifetime. You would stare down and ward off death once again. If only for him. Only for him.

#bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale x tav #gale x reader #gale/tav #gale/reader #gale x gn!reader

[puppiesandnightlock]

Link: A Robin's Song (Chapter 3)

Summary and age information found here

Two years ago, July.

“DAMIAN!!” Jon pounced on him the moment he opened the door, shoving a little plastic card in his face. 

“Jon-” He shoved the taller boy off of him, snatching the card and reading it over. “Holy shit, you actually did it!” 

“SWEAR JAR!” a little voice came from inside the house.

Both ignored it in favor of the growing excitement between the boys, Damian feeding off of Jon’s hyper attitude. 

“WE'RE GOING TO MALIBU!” Jon shrieked. “I told your dad yesterday and my parents said yes a while ago cause they thought i wouldnt get it but guess what i did and SUCK IT MOM AND  DAD CAUSE I HAVE A DRIVER’S LICENSE !”

“To be fair, you did crash a few cars. And failed your learner’s permit test, like five times.”

“Shut up, you promised not to bring that up.”

“I didn’t promise .”

“Whatever, D, nothing is bringing my mood down, so get your butt in gear and pack your stuff cause we’re heading for Cal-i-fornia tomorrow!!”

“We’re literally going to be there for like five hours, Jon.”

“Literally nothing you say is making me less excited!” He beamed at him, making Damian's stomach flip pleasantly. 

That had been happening much too often lately for his liking. 

“Alright, alright.” Damian huffed, but not before turning a genuine smile, soft and sweet towards Jon.

“Seriously, though. Congratulations, I’m proud of you. I know you worked hard.” 

Jon flushed, Damian assuming it was from the praise.

“T-Thanks, D. See you tomorrow?”

“See ya, J.”

Damian shoved his backpack into the Kent’s car, Jon grinning like a maniac as both of their families surrounded them.

“Riding the waves up in Malibu!” Kon sang, bouncing around with Cass and Steph.

“They really get, get to you!” Tim joined in, the four of them singing loudly and off key.

“So let's give it up for those L.A. boys!” They finished off, laughing with each other. Damian turned to Jon, whispering.

“How long is this phase going to last?”

“Excuse me, Damian, the Victorious soundtrack is iconic.” Jon gasped, the perfect portrayal of offense.

“Iconically stupid.” 

Insulted gasps sounded from all around him.

Dammit, he forgot he was surrounded by preteens.

After much bedraggling and hugs and kisses for their parents, (“We are merely driving two hours away, we will return alive, I promise.”) the two set out on the drive, turning up the radio and singing even louder.

They spent the whole day on the beach, wandering the shops beachside, sharing a better version of the strawberry ice cream they’d get at school. Both had even gotten hit on, and offered a few numbers to each other's amusement. 

As they drove into their small town and pulled up into Damian’s driveway, unlocking the car.

“Had a lot of fun today.” Damian smiled, letting his hand rest on top of the other’s. “Thanks, J.”

“N-Not a problem, D. Thanks for coming.” Jon stumbled over his words, the tips of Damian’s fingers brushing over his.

Damian ran inside, blushing red. He didn't dare look back, although, if he had, he would have seen the blue eyes he’d loved so much staring back at him, lovesick grin and flushed red face to complete the deal.

                                                     Present day

The raven-haired teen watched his friend worriedly. “Are you okay? You look sick.”

“I’m…I’m so happy for you!” He croaked, throat dry. His face had drained of blood, a woozy feeling coming over him. Putting up a brave face, he bumped his shoulder with Jon’s, forcing the smile so wide it hurt physically.

“You can tell me all the details later, I don't want to be late for class.” He moved his backpack so that it hung on one shoulder, quickly speed walking towards the hallways. Jon trailed after him, chattering excitedly per usual. 

“It was so romantic, Dami, just like I planned! We’re going out for almost three weekends straight!”

Damian felt his heart drop, and as it hit the bottom it cracked in half, pouring out all the memories and weekend plans they’d had together.

“You’ll be free for the new movie coming out in a few months, right?”

This franchise was the most important thing to them, something they bonded over as children and even now knew every bit of lore it offered, and as preteens even collaborated on a fanfic, although their current persons have burned it from their minds. To miss even the latest picture between the two of them was a travesty.

“Course! I would never dare miss it, D, I'm sure Haisley will understand when I tell her!” Jon chirped. 

The bell rang, and Jon’s joy filled eyes were all he saw as he turned and ran towards his classroom, the knowledge that that emotion would never be because of him burning in the back of his mind.

 A few weeks after that, Damian had been finding new ways to avoid not just Haisley, but the couple as well. He could only be with Jon for a bit every day before the conversation turned to Haisley, which both pained and irritated the pining boy to no end.

For the first time, Damian had felt a surge of unpleasant emotions towards the girl, sometimes so strong he nearly classified it as hate. 

The thing that kept him from doing that was coincidentally the same thing that brought him back towards Jon.

He was sneaking out of the library, unceremoniously shoving his sketching pad inside his backpack when a flash of deep brown caught him and he was met with Haisley’s dashing blue eyes.

“Hello, Damian.”

“H-hi?” He stuttered, surprise and confusion clouding him.

“Can we talk?” She asked innocently, although to anyone else it would have sounded dangerous.

“Make it quick, Parker, I have things to do.” He muttered, having regained his senses. The challenging air surrounded them, and Damian deflected, presenting his confident, nearly arrogant air, his head filled with snappy comments and snarky responses, ready to fire on command. 

She had her own way of doing this, seeing as she seemed to be the challenger. Poised and ready like a snake, with all the grace and intimidation of a lioness. 

“It’s about Jon.” She said after a moment, surrendering first. 

He dropped his quickly after, turning defensive. “What about him? I won’t have you hurting him, and if you do I most certainly will not have a hand in it.”

Her eyes widened, and she was quick to steer him away from the negative. “No, no, it’s not what you think!”

She looked down rather bashfully, Damian contemplating whether or not this was genuine or a manipulative tactic.  

“You’re his best friend and he trusts you and your judgment over anyone’s, more than mine or even his parents. You’re super important to him, and that means your words carry a lot of weight. You are said to be a good judge of character, and I just wanted to ask…if you approved? I know it's not like the olden days where you ask for things like that but-”

He let her ramble on as he mulled over her words. What she had asked was kind, considerate and only would have been thought of by someone completely genuine.

Goddammit.

“Haisley!” He cut her off. “Yes. yes, i’m okay with it, you’ll be...a very good match for him.” 

The last few words were spit out like gravel in his mouth, somehow gone unnoticed by the girl as she smiled brightly and leaped up to hug him, before letting go quickly and scurrying off, but not before calling “Thank you so much!” 

That would be that, he assumed, after screwing his whole love life over. There was no possible way he could hate Haisley, no matter how much he wished to despise her, due to one simple little question asked with all the innocence of a puppy. 

It would have all been easier if he only had to talk to her every now and then, only for formalities and necessity, but she persisted, and he was weak to the joyful looks Jon would give when he saw the two getting along.

Haisley would start conversations and he would mostly tune them out, adding a ‘mhm’ and ‘yeah wow’ every few minutes. He only started paying attention after she said something that caught him off guard.

“Repeat that, sorry?” It was about the latest date she and Jon had gone on, and under normal circumstances, he would never listen to this.

“Oh, we went for ice cream, and shared a strawberry one! Watching the sunset and everything, it was so romantic.” the girl gushed. 

His throat felt like sandpaper as he swallowed, painful sparks of some emotion starting to sprout.

“Ah...sounds amazing..” 

That was HIS thing to do with Jon, something they did less of now but used to when they were younger. 

He began paying more attention to her talks, spotting more and more similarities.

“He took me to a beach in Malibu!”

“We just stayed inside that day, watched Glee!”

“I forgot my jacket and we couldn't go out that first date. He gave me his, and I knew he was a keeper!”

These, all of these things, were Jon-and-Damian things, not Haisley-and-Jon things. These were their things to do, their pastimes, their comfort late at night, their history…all of it was being taken and twisted into stupid, STUPID , dates.

(And maybe, throughout this bout of anger, the thoughts that it could have been him in Haisley’s place, could have been him laughing at the stupid jokes and the ice cream on the tip of his nose and the jacket that was too big for him.)

The entirety of this time, after such talks like these with her, he would take out a writing pad and scribble on it, the hurt overwhelming the anger. 

Towards the last talk, he’d formulated them into lyrics, his brothers reading it over with worry on their faces.

“This…seems a little vindictive, Dami.” Tim said, holding the piece of paper between his forefingers. 

“It’s not even based on them this time!” He defended himself with lies. “Could be about anyone, really.”

“ Car rides to malibu?” Duke read out loud, incredulous tones to his voice. “That alone is a giveaway.”

“Shut up, no, it’s not!” He sputtered. “Besides, even if it was, which it's NOT, get that smirk off your face this instant Timothy, this sounds more like they actually dated and the person singing is angry over the reuse of the things they used to do. And ‘Damian’ does not sound like ‘Haisley’. I could defend this for hours.”

“Whatever makes you feel better, Dames.” Tim handed back the paper, shaking his head.

Duke hung back a bit longer, going through the rhythm and lyrics with him again.

When they’d finished, he turned to his older brother and asked again. “Are you positive you wanna do this one, Dami? This one…seems kinda vengeful. And when it comes to Jon, I know you're anything but. Plus, don't deny it, I know you've been getting along well with Haisley too, so...”

“My coping method, my life, not yours, Duke.” Damian reminded him a bit sarcastically. He softened a bit after saying it, replacing it with “Thank you for this though.”

“I know you are worried but I'm fine, this is fine, honestly. And besides, only the beginning would ever align with me anyways.”

Duke sighed, a tiny smile appearing. “Okay, Dami. Just let us know when you want to record, i guess.”

Damian sat back on the couch, posting an update on the song that would be uploaded tomorrow. 

In a way, his brothers were right. This one was different from the first two, not much pining and more anger. He’d written when emotions were high, and when he sang it, it was less fire and more of an ‘I miss you’. 

This whole mess couldn’t be put on anyone but him, after all, it was his dumbass who encouraged Jon to ask her out, and himself who didn’t tell him earlier. 

His phone lit up with a text notification from Jon, attached was a screenshot of the post he’d just made and an all caps key smash.

It was selfish, but for a moment he pretended that it was really him that Jon was excited about, not Robin.

He wondered for a bit, if Jon would react the same way if he really knew it was him.

This was how a double life worked, he supposed.

His condolences to the vigilantes in the fictional world.

#damian wayne #jondami #jon kent #damijon #tim drake #duke thomas #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #batfamily #batkids age reversal #my fanfic #my writing #A Robin's Song #deja vu olivia rodrigo #unrequited love #angst #hurt/comfort #jon x damian #damian x jon #idkkk i hate this chapter but whatever #finals week writing im sorry #no capes #reverse robins au #no capes au #modern au #kinda broke au #muscian au

[gale-gentlepenguin]

“Did you know there are multiple universes?”

Chat noir was taken aback by the question, almost as much as he was by the fact there was some weird version of himself, but this one was clad in white, his black hero suit was now as white as snow, even his blond hair was bleached white.

Though if he had to describe what was the most unsettling, it would be the blue as ice eyes. The green sclera that he had was now a blue that seemed both beautiful and eerie.

Chat noir was planning on meeting with Ladybug only to be stopped by a mysterious white crack appearing in front of him. Only for this cat to pop out and ask him that question.

“What… what do you mean?” Chat noir managed to speak.

The white clad cat smiled.

“Come on, you’re telling me you’ve never read comics? Watched anime? We both know you have.”

His words seemed playful yet disturbed. His Cheshire grin and wide eyes only exacerbated the feeling of unease.

“You’re… from another universe?”

“DING! DING! DING! We have a winner! That’s right Chat noir. I am a version of you from another universe. Though I will say I’m a bit different.” He exclaimed.

“You mean aside from falling into white paint.” Chat noir joked. He clearly wanted to disarm the tension present.

“I see we haven’t lost our observational skills. Yes, my color scheme is different, but I’m very much you. Well, I suppose I have a different name now. I am Chat Blanc.” He stated clearly.

Chat noir was about to speak but felt his voice die. This iteration of him… it couldn’t be real. It had to be a trick. One of Monarch’s lies.

Chat blanc noticed the black clad hero shift into a battle stance.

“You must think I’m an illusion or sentimonster. But let me assure you…”

He moved quickly, as if destroying the space between them to get close.

“I am you Adrien.” He whispered.

A yo-yo wrapped around Chat noir’s waist and yanked him back.

Chat noir landed on a rooftop a good distance away from chat blanc.

“My Lady?! Oh thank kwami you’re here.”

He expected a sort of comment from his spotted partner, but she was alarmingly quiet.

“Ladybug?”

Chat noir looked closer to see her expression, it was one that was a conclave of emotion, but one emotion was clearly present, fear.

Chat blanc looked up to see the two heroes on another roof.

“My Lady! So you do exist in this universe as well! I am happy to see you once again.” The white cat’s statement rang genuine, but to ladybug, it may as well have been the most vile of insults.

“You shouldn’t exist anymore, how are you here?” Ladybug asked, her voice trying to fight her fear by sounding angry.

“Shouldn’t exist? My lady I… Oh! You’ve met a version of me. And unlike the ones I’ve met, you managed to defeat me. I’m surprised though, I didn’t think miraculous healing could restore the world.”

Chat noir looked at Ladybug.

“What is he talking about?”

Ladybug felt her stomach flip, this was far too much to handle. This chat blanc needed to be saved.

“Kitty, we need to deakumatize him, we can not let him use his powers anymore than he has. I promise I will explain everything after.”

Chat noir could tell that this would be a lot to explain, and agreed to ladybug’s terms.

Chat blanc frowns

“So he doesn’t know? Then that means… oh you aren’t a version of my lady that knew me, you are a version of the one Bunnyx sent. My how interesting!”

Chat noir charged at Chat Blanc. He noticed this version of him didn’t have a belt, or a baton. He had an advantage! This thought was clearly dismissed when before Chat noir could strike him with his staff, he was gone.

“What? Where did he go?” Chat noir exclaimed in disbelief.

Ladybug had her Yo-yo drawn and looked around frantically. He was there but then he wasn’t.

“You know how versatile infinite destruction is? I failed to see its potential at first. But now, I’ve got a pretty good grasp on it.”

Ladybug turned quickly to see chat blanc was behind her.

“I can destroy anything, including the space between objects. After losing my baton, I learned of a much faster means of movement.”

Ladybug swung her yo-yo only for chat blanc to vanish from view again.

“You will have to be quicker than that Bugaboo.”

Chat blanc was behind her again.

Ladybug Jumped forward to escape his grasp. But chat blanc appeared in front of her, catching her hand.

Chat noir got back on the rooftop and drew his staff.

“Let her go!”

Chat blanc twisted her arm behind her back and used his other hand to point at her head. A small white ball of destructive energy was in between his finger and her head.

“Easy there you two. As much as I would LOVE to play cat and mouse. I’m only here for one thing, your miraculous.”

Chat noir felt a pit of anger well up in him.

“So… your just a puppet for monarch.”

Chat blanc blinked.

“Monarch? Is that what he is calling himself in this universe?! How pretentious! But knowing him, this isn’t surprising. It’s funny how little you miss a man that emotionally abused you and batted you across Paris all for a wish.”

Chat noir felt his spine shiver. What did this iteration of him do?

Ladybug was trying to figure a way out of the situation. But chat blanc had his grip locked, and one false move would mean her end.

Chat blanc suddenly releases Ladybug.

“You know, I just realized! What I should be doing. Before I take your miraculous. I should give that old man a piece of my mind. I accidentally destroyed him in my universe, I should do it with intention this time!”

Before they could react, Chat Blanc disappeared.

Ladybug fell to her knees, she was breathing heavily.

Chat noir rushed to ladybug’s side.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m not hurt… but I’m a long way from okay.”

Ladybug got up

“We need to stop Chat Blanc.”

Chat noir looked at his black gloves hands and clenched them.

“He said he was going after Monarch… does that mean…”

“If he is who he says he is, then this chat blanc knows all our identities, and he is the most dangerous foe I’ve ever faced.”

“How did you beat him last time?”

“I appealed to his good side… I don’t know if this version still has it. If he doesn’t… our world is in great danger.”

#ml #miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #ml post Evolution #ml au #chat noir #chat blanc #ladybug #ladynoir #Blanc AU #back in Blanc au

[tokusaatsus]

hello! can i req leo and natsume (sep) with a reader that bought a mini key chain of them and started to pay more attention to it and started calling affectionate nicknames to the keychain and they were getting salty about it hehe

☆—SAKASAKI NATSUME

“Oya~ What’s thIS?” A hand reaches out to swipe the nui from under your nose and you scowl.

“None of your business. Give it back!”

Natsume chuckles as he twirls the little nui version of himself in his hands. “Aw, did my kitten miss me that muCH?”

“No way!” God, you wish you hadn’t bought the nui, just so you wouldn’t be dealing with this right now. Actually, that’s a lie, you’d’ve bought it regardless. You knew you were setting yourself up for this when you saw that little Natsume nui lying on the shelf, abandoned by the rest of its comrades. Its beady little eyes and sarcastic smirk were so reminiscent of the real thing, you just had to have it.

“Sure, whatever you sAY.” He tosses the nui over to you before sauntering out the door, and you carefully cradle it close to your chest.

Hmph.

You have no idea why you hang around him.

You idly flip through a spellbook with instructions on how to turn your enemy into a frog for a week and wonder if you could use this one on Sena the next time he calls your fashion sense ‘tacky’, bored out of your mind as you watch Natsume brew one of his special concoctions. Ugh…

At least the little nui is there to keep you company.

“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you, Natsu-chan~” You coo, rubbing his scruffy little head.

“Wh-what did you sAY?” Natsume's head whips around to look at you so fast, you swear you can hear a crack. You think you can see a hint of red on his cheeks, but it might just be the lighting. Natsume doesn’t like artificial light in his secret room, so there are little red lava lamps–brought by yours truly–scattered around as a light source.

You frown. “I wasn’t talking to you, though?”

“You literally said my naME.” Natsume deadpans. There’s a blue glow spilling over the sides of the beaker in front of him. You point at it, understandably concerned.

“You gonna get that or…?”

“LatER.” He waves you off. His eyes are laser-focused on you. “Then who were you talking TO?”

You remove the book to show the newly christened Natsu-chan sitting happily in your lap. “Tah-dah…”

Natsume’s eye twitches. “NevermiND.”

Natsume’s been huffier than usual around you, you think. His insults are more vicious, and he’s actually aiming to hurt instead of the usual barbs traded between the two of you. He barely even looks at you, and you’re starting to get pissed off.

If he has a problem with you, why doesn’t he deal with it like an adult instead of being a little fucking baby and cutting contact?

You decide to confront him.

“NATSUME!” You fume as you slam open the door to the secret room, “Stop being a little bitch and talk to me like an–oh.”

Natsume, who’s glowering at the floor, looks up when you barge in. His eyes widen with surprise, which then fades to sullenness. “What are you doing heRE?”

You fix the redhead with a vicious glare. “You! You’ve been avoiding me. What’s your problem?”

“Why do you caRE?” He sniffs. “You have Natsu-chan, don’t yOU?”

You blink, disconcerted. This was not what you came here for, but something in Natsume’s voice sounds almost…

“Wait…are you jealous?”

Natsume’s face turns as red as his hair and you know you’ve hit the mark. Seriously? Your face must show your incredulity because he grimaces.

You force yourself not to break into a smile. “Natsume, c’mon. It’s literally a stuffed toy.”

He flares up, cheeks puffed out with anger. You want to pinch them. “But you saID– You liked him bettER!”

You can’t help it. You giggle. “Natsume~ It’s okay. If it makes you feel better, I’ll stop paying attention to Natsu-chan. I only bought him because he looked like you, anyway.”

“RealLY?” Any trace of embarrassment somehow evaporates as he gives you a smug smirk. You marvel at the change. Were your assurances that much of a confidence boost…? “Oh, kitten, you’re too cuTE.”

Well, you sigh as an irk mark forms above your forehead. At least he’s back to normal now…

☆—TSUKINAGA LEO

“Senaaaa~ Look at this!”

“Wh–Get it away from me!?”

The sound of multiple crashes echoes from behind the Knights’ practice room and you pause with your hand raised to knock. Do I really want to risk it…? You could just quit while you’re ahead, you’re sure Hasumi-kun would understand. Despite the fact that you would consider yourself tentative friends with most of the unit members, dealing with Knights is a headache at the best of times, and you know Hasumi-kun has a soft spot for you.

Alright, that’s it, then. Time to leave. You’re about to leave when a hand catches your sleeve. You turn to see Ritsu-kun staring at you. Don’t do it, you desperately try to communicate with your eyes

“Tsukipi~” He calls, tugging you in through the now open door. “Look who’s here~”

You shoot him a betrayed look. The audacity!?

“Wahahaha ☆!” Leo-kun bounds up to you, and you narrowly miss getting body-slammed. He waves something…small and orange in front of your face and you go cross-eyed trying to figure out what exactly it is before you realise it’s…

A mini Leo-kun?

“Look at this, Y/N! It’s our son ☆!”

You slowly inch backwards. Ritsu-kun notices this and pushes you forward before he escapes through the gap. The door then shuts with an ominous click. Curses. Foiled again…

A hand fists itself in the collar of Leo-kun’s shirt and forcibly hoists him away from you. “Stupid ou-sama,” Izumi-kun clicks his tongue. “Personal space exists, you know.”

“But Senaaaa… Y/N doesn’t mind! Right, right?”

Put on the spot, all you can do is stare wide-eyed. “Uh…sure… Actually, I just came to drop these off.” You wave the stack of papers. “And then I’ll leave…”

“You can’t leave!” Leo-kun struggles out of Izumi-kun’s hold to clasp your hands in his pleadingly. “What about our son? Would you just abandon him like this? Look into his face and tell him that his other parent is going to leave him…”

You stare at him as he offers up the omanjuu, which you take with warily. “Lion-chan, your other parent is going to leave you…”

Leo-kun collapses backwards, clutching his chest dramatically. “How could you be so cruel? You’re worse than Sena…!”

“Oi! Don’t bring me into your lovers’ spat!”

Leo-kun ignores this, and keeps going. He’s really milking this, he actually sounds depressed. “Abandoning your son and husband like this? Leaving me to raise our baby alone, our own flesh and blood, our–” Our what!? It’s literally a plush toy? And who said he was your husband!? Before you can voice any protests, he pauses and you watch as something seems to click in his brain. “What did you call Leomanjuu?”

Leomanjuu? “...Lion-chan?”

“B-but you didn’t give me a nickname?”

You frown. “...? Leo-kun isn’t a nickname?”

“Not a special one! Loads of people call me Leo…”

You deadpan. That’s because it’s your fucking name!?

“I want a special nickname ☆! One that only you can call me!”

Izumi-kun looks tired when he speaks but sounds annoyed. “Just humour him. He’s too jealous to focus right now.”

Jealous? Of what, the omanjuu? You shift Lion-chan closer to your chest, and you’re surprised that Leo-kun hasn’t set Lion-chan on fire with the force of his glare. He reaches forwards to pluck Lion-chan out of your hands and tosses him to a disgruntled Izumi-kun.

“Nickname! Now!”

“Um…” You’re blanking right now. “I don’t really have any nickname ideas right now so…how about I just call you Leo?” You offer.

Izumi-kun stumbles. Leo-kun–Leo–brightens. “Yes, yes, yes ☆! Say it! Say my name!”

“Leo-kun…”

“Nope! It’s Leo or nothing!”

You sigh. Izumi-kun looks like he’s about to have an aneurysm. “Leo…”

“Yes?”

“...It’s nothing.”

☆—notes!

WC: 1.3k words

this prompt >>> is sososo cuteeee omg ^^ i’m not entirely sure?? how to write natsume?? so forgive me if he’s ooc qwq also I SWEAR i’ve been working on my reqs i’ve just been rlly busy cries also natsume calling us kitten is so cringy :’) like i can’t even. imagine being called kitten by a 2d boy i’d literally cry from embarrassment but mayb that’s just me. anyways! i hope u enjoyed this !! <33 mwah

#✒️...scribbles! #sakasaki natsume x reader #tsukinaga leo x reader #enstars x reader #sakasaki natsume #tsukinaga leo #switch #knights

[thedummysdummy]

Busted

Two hours into the board meeting, the voice of the presenter had faded into nothing more than a throbbing drone in the back of the attendees’ brains. Victor had his camera off and was leaning back in his chair, his ankle resting comfortably on his knee. In his right hand was his phone and his left, a clicky pen. He subconsciously raised and lowered the point of the pen while his eyes focused intently on the screen of his phone. 

There was a knock at the door and the CEO looked up briefly, glanced at his computer screen, and called out, “Come in.” The door opened to reveal a rather frazzled-looking Goldman, hair blown every which way and drops of rainwater still dripping down his nose. 

“Boss, I know I’m late. The weather was awful and-” 

Victor cut his assistant off with a simple raise of the hand. “Just give me an abbreviated version of your report. This meeting isn’t that important, anyway.” He placed his phone face-down on the desk and turned away from the computer to give Goldman his full attention. The assistant took a moment to compose himself before nodding, brushing the damp hair away from his eyes, and holding out a sodden folder. Victor accepted it and flipped it open; thankfully, the cover had protected the documents inside. 

“Very well. I have filed the press release forms with ASU and should hear back from their publicity apartment within 48 hours. Mr. Brenneman from Progressive Logistics will be here tomorrow to discuss the fourth quarter investment, so I’ve included a copy of their profits for quarter three. The report from-” 

Goldman was cut short by the sound of Victor’s ringtone filling the office. He paused and respectfully glanced away while the CEO lifted up his phone and was surprised to see the presenter’s name on the screen. “It’s Victor.” 

“Mr. Li, it seems that you must have looked away from your computer for the last few minutes as you have not responded to my messages. Your girlfriend is very cute, sir, but if you could please stop screen sharing the slideshow of her, that would be much appreciated. It has proven to be quite distracting.” 

Victor’s eyes immediately shot to his laptop screen, where he had missed multiple messages from multiple members of the board. They ranged everywhere from “Um, Mr. CEO? What’s going on?” to “You’re making us all jealous!” to “How many pictures of this girl do you have?!” His cheeks flushed as he nearly dropped the phone in his haste to disable the screen share mode which he must have accidentally turned on when setting down his phone. Goldman did his best not to laugh out loud at the uncharacteristically flustered Victor; it was even funnier not knowing what had made him so. 

“We’ll finish your report when the meeting is over.” Victor cleared his throat and kept his voice steady, by all means doing his best to pretend the last five minutes never happened. “I’ll call for you when I’m finished.” 

Goldman took that as the dismissal it obviously was and exited the office with haste, barely making it to his own office and closing the door before bursting out into laughter. Victor, meanwhile, covered his face with his hands and stared up at the ceiling through the cracks between his fingers. Perhaps next time the meeting was boring, he would find something other to do than watch a slideshow of the girl…

#a short one today #hopefully it was a safe for work folder #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #love and producer li zeyan #evol x love #love and producer victor #love and producer #mlqc fanfic #mr love queen's choice #mlqc victor fanfic

[millenari]

Munkustrap for the ask game? 🥺

1. Canon I outright reject

I CANNOT find the post but there's this one Jack Rebaldi interview where he mentions something about how 'no one likes Munkustrap because he's the leader and nobody really likes the guy always giving you orders' and as much as I love Jack Rebaldi's Munk I just don't agree with that interpretation. Everybody loves Munk. To Me.

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

On the flip side of Munk actor interviews, Michael Gruber saying

'[Munk is] entrusted with giving the information to the other, maybe younger cats who have not been to the Jellicle Ball before. He gets up and says exactly what they're here to do. He's also caretaker of the kittens. He wants to make sure everybody's safe; in all the Macavity scares, he's there to protect the tribe. So he is the protector'

about Munk is really fundamental for me and how I see Munk, Munk's role in the tribe, and Munk's role in the story.

3. Obscure headcanon

His owner is an old unmarried lady who lives in an apartment by herself; she calls him Felix and he feels responsible for her bc she 'has no colony'.

4. Favorite line

Michael Gruber's American-ass delivery of 'or hairier' in Pekes is my favorite comedy moment in any and all versions of Cats I've seen, it gets me every time.

5. Best personality trait

He cares, deeply and personally, about pretty much everyone, and never hesitates to put himself out there to assist if someone needs it. He's a natural leader and a quick decision maker even under pressure, but he's still patient and compassionate with everyone he meets-- even when he's stressed or angry, he still makes efforts to be kind.

6. Worst personality trait

Munk physically cannot remove himself from a situation if he thinks he's needed, even if he's actively making it worse. He also is one of those people who refuses to let people just vent at him and tries to solve everyone's problems even if they don't want a solution to their problem.

7. Age/height/weight headcanon

Munk is shorter than Tugger but significantly stronger than him, so he can just scoop Tugger up in a fireman's carry and remove him from a situation if he's being annoying.

8. Unpopular opinion about them

Honestly I think I'm even more normie about Munk than about Tugger. I don't think I have any truly unpopular hot takes about him.

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

I do love his part of Jenny's song-- the way he's singing directly to the kittens on the ground, and his section of the song has this lullaby feeling to it that's just so calming and tender. I really love how for that song it's a duet (sort of) between a young dude and an older lady, but the older lady gets the snappy upbeat part and the younger dude gets the slow & sweet part. It really just establishes Munk as this soft and nurturing figure from the beginning.

10. Best moment on screen (or in the book)

Bway revival Macavity fight imo. It's just so damn good.

11. Faceclaim for the role

Michael Gruber is rlly my Munk, even the unique shape of his wig in 98 sticks out to me as a Fundamental Munk Thing™.

In human aus he's kind of this lighter-skinned 'racially ambiguous' kind of guy with dark hair, smile lines, a little bit of stubble, and a frequently worn sweater vest.

12. Crack headcanon

I feel like his human version would be a Beyonce fan, but like in the cringiest middle-aged-dad way possible.

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done

Munk's always been a pretty level-headed and mature guy, even when he was young, so there isn't much that he's done that I can label as 'stupid' except perhaps jumping into dangerous situations to protect someone without considering his own safety first. My hc for how Plato joined the Junkyard starts with Munk running straight into traffic on a busy street bc he saw baby Plato abandoned between two lanes and petrified from fear.

Random ass kitten Munk had never seen before in his life, and he charged right into mortal danger without a second's thought about it. Brave, but also stupid.

14. Most heroic moment

Munk's doing heroic shit all the time. My previous answer is actually a good example, plus, you know, he's tangled with Macavity more than once.

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done

Munkustrap Has Never Done Anything Wrong, Ever, In His Entire Life.

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves

I don't know if this is 'never admit to himself' levels but Munk wonders a lot if he shares some blame for how Macavity ended up. He and Mac grew up together, and while he always knew his older brother had a temper, he really and truly thought Mac was just rough around the edges, and that he really did care about Munk and the rest of the tribe deep down. But when Macavity betrayed the tribe and started doing Evil Deeds, Munk was left wondering if Macavity had always been rotten deep down, and hid it from all of them for all those years, or if he'd just.... snapped somehow, from the pressure of being Deuteronomy's heir, or something, and maybe there was something Munk could have done to help him before things got too bad.

As is, Munk may never know.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

“There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.”

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about

Stress & setting too-high standards for himself, probably.

19. Vices/bad habits

Never resting, for one. He basically never gets enough sleep. It's funny, in my human aus both Tugger and Mac suffer from insomnia, but Munk is oftentimes just as sleep deprived as those two despite being the only Deut bro without insomnia, just because he's always doing things. That man is responding to his work emails at 1:24AM for no goddamn reason.

20. Scars

He's got plenty of scars, most of them not huge, but he's been in all sorts of fights and even if asked he wouldn't even be able to identify how or when he got them.

21. Drink of choice (not just alcoholic)

I think he drinks wine in one scene in my human/celeb/soulmate fic, otherwise he's a real coffee man.

22. Best physical feature

I don't know what other cats would consider his best feature! By cat standards Munk is a handsome dude, but kind of in a normal, average way. Just, you know, a handsome guy you'd see on the street. Honestly I think his general vibes are his most attractive trait, though that's not physical. But nobody in all the world can look at a large muscular man being sweet and cute and patient with little kids and go 'nah 3/10 for me'.

23. If they were a scented candle, what would they smell like?

I'm thinking like... forest or campfire or something like that.

24. Most annoying habit

Asking someone to complete a task for him and then changing his mind and completing it himself before they can get to it.

25. 3 things they’d want to take with them if they were dropped off in the middle of nowhere

Again I need more details for this question but a book for sure regardless.

26. What they would do if stuck in an elevator with [insert character of your choice from the same fandom]

Munk I think is a pretty boring character as far as getting-stuck-in-an-elevator shenanigans go. Except for Macavity, that would probably be interesting. Anyone else would probably just be the two trying to escape together and then rock paper scissors for the next six hours.

27. Their guilty pleasure

Human Munk probably has a variety of snackies he considers guilty pleasures, like special chocolates or whatever. Cat Munk would probably say it's 'oh sometimes I go off somewhere in the Junkyard by myself and just sit for a while and enjoy the silence' and the person he's talking to is like THATS NOT A GUILTY PLEASURE THATS JUST KEEPING YOURSELF SANE

28. How they feel about [insert character of your choice from the same fandom]

I headcanon Jemima as being Bomba and Macavity's daughter, though this is a fact Bomba very much keeps to herself-- she's only admitted it to two people and Munk is not one of them. However Munk.... has eyes & he's perfectly aware of who Jemima's father is, though he's never gotten Bomba to actually admit it. This kind of creates a. .. . not 'weird' relationship, but a kind-of sad one, because Munkustrap knows he's this delightful little girl's uncle but she doesn't know it in return, and her finding out will probably be more devastating than anything, because it would come with the knowledge of who her father is.

So Munk just kind of has to treat Jemima just like he does the rest of the kittens and keep the knowledge of their relationship to himself, though he's always wanted a big family.

29. Eating habits

Munk is a Deuteronomy, so in both cat and human aus he can eat for fucking forever. Human Munk likes to cook and bake as well, and he and Demeter make their dinner together every afternoon, and very rarely order takeout.

30. Sleeping habits

Whoops, I already talked about this. He doesn't sleep as much as he should, but he sleeps soundly whenever he does get around to putting his head down.

31. If the had a tumblr what would it look like?

Probably politics. Plus some pictures or art or such that he finds interesting.

32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh

Kittens being cute will very easily get a smile out of him, though he doesn't laugh-laugh terribly often. One thing people don't know about him is that Tugger suffering something that he 1000% brought upon himself absolutely will get an evil grin or two out of Munk.

33. Something guaranteed to make them cry

Just like Tugger's answer, Deuteronomy's death. Munk's not a big crier I don't think, but when he does cry he's usually pretty quiet.

34. How they react when they are feeling X emotion (sad, angry, excited, scared, etc.—can specify as many as you like)

Most of these I think would result in Munk throwing himself into his work with vigor to get his mind off of the Bad Feelings. Munk's not quick to anger but he is quick to calm down after an outburst, and his excitement is usually going to be expressed through singing or dancing.

35. Their idea of a perfect day

This man will honestly be like 'yeah the perfect day would be a bunch of relaxation with my tribemates watching the kittens play and so on and so forth' and then refuse to stop working for ten minutes to make it happen.

36. Their favorite season

Late winter/early spring, the time of the Jellicle Ball and the incoming of the warm season.

37. What they really think about themselves

Munk struggles a lot wondering if he makes the right decisions as a leader and measures himself up to Deuteronomy all the time. He really wishes he could do more even though he's already always busy, and worries a lot whether the trust that the tribe places in him is justified.

38. Favorite holiday

Christmas bitch. Probably also a thanksgiving bitch as well.

39. Favorite game

He probably likes Monopoly. Like an insane person.

40. Favorite book

I imagine he likes reading but I'm not sure what I would say is his favorite book! He probably likes books about history and such a lot, and the occasional historical fiction.

41. If they could have lunch with anyone in the world (living or dead, from any fictional universe or the real world), who would it be?

Probably his mother, whom he doesn't remember well.

42. 3 comfort items

UHH for human aus: he loves the old scrapbooks from when he and his brothers were kids, his favorite flannel jacket, and uh........ does his wife count as a comfort item,,,,

43. 3 favorite foods and 3 they despise

You KNOW Munk has got to be a steak guy. Unlike Tugger he can probably enjoy a good salad, and box mac and cheese is probably one of those things he whips up every once in a while for childhood nostalgia reasons. There probably aren't a ton of foods Munk even dislikes, much less despises.

44. Their happiest memory

Like I mentioned before, this question is hard for me. I hc that he and Demeter have triplets at some point after the events of the musical, so maybe when they were born.

45. Their favorite celebrity

He seems like the type of guy to like Elvis, idk why.

46. The person they most admire

Deuteronomy. I feel like that one is easy lmao

47. Their dream job

I don't think he really had big career aspirations, more of a family man.

48. Scariest moment of their life

Probably when Macavity betrayed the tribe.

49. Favorite toy as a child

He seems like a stuffed elephant kind of guy. Or maybe his collection of the little green plastic army men.

50. A memory they’ve blocked out

I don't think he really has any memories he's consciously or subconsciously blocked out. There are things he tries not to think about or remember, but not on the level of fully blocking anything from his head.

#my answers started getting lame near the end but alas #thank you for the ask! 🥰🥰

[ms-katonic-of-tamriel]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

SPOILERS BELOW: AoD, Wolf Queen, Prodigal Dragonborn, Unfated, And When The World Remembers

Age of the Dragon, even if it is a beast. Started out as a what if crossover, ended up being an epic adventure touching on colonialism, first contact, toxic organised religion, overcoming religious trauma, overcoming addiction, saving the world but at a cost, arriving in a new place and ending up overturning half their culture, how far are you willing to go to win, what salvation really looks like, redemption, freedom, and reuniting long-lost family. It gave me Cicero's Uncle and I love him very much. It gave Alistair his New Dog, and I love that very much too. XD

Wolf Queen Awakens - it just works. It just came together so easily, and I'm proud of it. The last scene still moves me to tears, it's like, yeah, Elisif, you did it. You saved the world. You won your throne. You avenged your husband. You got a new one. You're not a helpless figurehead any more and never will be again. And now you're Queen. You enjoy yourself, you earned this.

Prodigal Dragonborn - it is a fluffy romance between a lonely nerd who wasn't really expecting to find a partner, but was looking for an adventure and an amazing scientific discovery, and manages to come home with all three. I really liked writing Lucien. He's so sweet and lovable and definitely on the ace spectrum and probably autistic as well. Teasing out the backstory that Joseph Russell didn't put in and quite possibly didn't intend to be there was a lot of fun. "I'm the one using the library for its intended purpose and I'm the problem??" and "my amazing scientific discovery loves me back!" were the two most iconic lines, I think. Plus we also get Miraak with no memories looking for redemption and finding it in this scientist who will surely perish if not protected... and in the end, choosing love and forgiveness over wrath and retribution and realising his fate is not set in stone after all, and there doesn't have to be a divide between his real self and the part that loves Lucien. Also there's the cat. How can you not love Lucien's cat. That cat's practically a character in her own right. Lived in fear Joseph Russell would find out what I'd done with his boy and flip out when I started writing it, but by now I've largely realised I probably needn't have worried.

Unfated - crack turned serious. Silly Skyrim version of a silly DND webcomic, in which the Markarth Incident gets averted due to shenanigans but those shenanigans result in peace talks, an agreement, a wary truce between magic-phobic Stormcloaks fresh from a war that left them all traumatised and Reachfolk not sure how to treat the ones who were invading their country five minutes ago, and slowly the two cultures start merging as everyone involved starts to heal. And then the reaction comes, and consequences, and suddenly it all starts kicking off and then Teenage Cicero shows up. Soon followed by his now-Tranquil Uncle. It's got very intense, but I am enjoying picking this one up again. Also everyone's younger selves are proving a delight to write. Keirine newly First Matriarch and still unsure of herself. Madanach who never went to Cidhna Mine and has five young kids to look after. Farkas and Vilkas as teenagers. Uncle Cicero in his mid-forties. Custom follower Kaidan as a wee babby and his mum alive and I really love writing her too. Teeny tiny Leliana uprooted from Orlais and everything she's ever known. Delphine in her twenties and one Blade among many, serving alongside at least one who remembers what she was like before the war and will not put up with her crap. Elisif's parents! Tiny Vex of all people (people went nuts over Tiny Vex and she's only a bit character). MADANACH'S KIDS. Eola as a tiny baby who loves meat already and turned out to be the one to convince Ulfric to give in. And of course Ulfric Stormcloak, 29, war crimes averted, getting therapy, in a healthy relationship and healing. All the Stormcloaks, healing. Able to lay down their weapons, work with non-Nords and magic users at that, and live peacefully - mostly. It's an odd little universe but I love it.

And When the World Remembers - Dragon Age Inquisition, but the Herald of Andraste is stupidly OP and an ex-Dark Lord on the run, who falls face first out of Apocrypha and into his new cult and is absolutely delighted with his new Andrastian minions. And then he changes. Slowly he starts remembering how to be human again. Slowly he starts realising he actually likes these people. And then he meets this flamboyant necromancer from Tevinter who turns his life upside down before you can say 'future husband' and now there's two of them both trying to work through their issues and save the world and try to be good people while doing it. And then Miraak's past comes back to haunt him, and then Dragonborn Three arrives and he has not just a partner and an Inquisition... but siblings again. I fully intend to finish this one day, I swear it, but Unfated ran away with me.

Thank you so much for the ask! And now the tagging.

@rheilea @evil-is-relative @kookaburra1701 @expended-sleeper

And anyone else who has writing they want to tell their followers about. If you can't think of five, wax lyrical on what you do have.

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

I just remembered I never posted mine and @penelopeminded's plan for how Garvez is going to finally get together for good, so let's go

So it happens in episode 5, which is very important, because there's a little release hiatus between 5 and 6 (which is rude in the best way)

Partway through the episode, the team decides to take a lunch break so they can fuel up and go back to work with fresh eyes. Tara asks Luke if he wants to get something with her since they haven't gotten to spend time just the two of them for a while and the besties need their life update lunch. He tells her he'd love to, but he actually has plans with Penelope. After all, he "owes her lunch and no talk of awful things."

Tara has her own sort of italicized oh moment, and says, "Finally! It took you two long enough to get to the second date!"

And then shit. Luke starts panicking because he never realized that this was a very date-y thing to do, and now he's realizing how very much he wants it to be a date, but he doesn't think she wants it to be a date, so he's trying to make himself not want it to be a date, which just turns into him being awkward the whole time. Penelope notices, but doesn't say anything, trusting he'll tell her if there's something important going on.

However, just as things are starting to get unbearable, they get interrupted because something came up and they got a break in the case. Halleluja.

For the rest of the case they only talk about work-related things, but after it's done she calls him into her office to talk because she can tell something's on his mind. He doesn't want to tell her at first, but then eventually cracks and tells her everything. And by everything, we mean everything. Love confession.

Penelope is too stunned to respond right away, and before she can, there's a beeping behind her on one of her computers. She turns to check it and starts freaking out.

Glad for a change of subject because he wants to put off getting rejected by the love of his life as long as possible, Luke asks her what's wrong. (Comes up behind her, puts his hands on her arms/back/shoulders, you know how he does things.)

Penelope turns back to him, tears in her eyes. "It's Alexei Stanoivich. And he's coming for both of us."

*Roll credits*

*Cue us flipping our shit for about a month*

Then, during episode 6, Alexei Stanovich is our unsub. The team goes out to stop him, leaving Luke and Penelope behind bc they're both in danger.

After the team tells them they got A.S., then BOOM! Garvez kiss/full confession/finally canon

(When I write this into a fic, I'm throwing Morgan back on the team temporarily, be warned)

(I have so many versions of this to write, and I'm not going to write them all in time for these episodes to come out, so you're just going to have a lot of canon non-compliant stuff from me, but I believe that as long as there is Garvez, none of you will care)

TL;DR: *awkward date* *post-awkward date awkwardness* *one-sided confession* *Alexei Stanovich* *Roll credits* *Hiatus* *Finally getting together for the second half of the season*

#Garvez #Penelope Garcia #Luke Alvez #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds reboot #Criminal Minds Evolution #CME spoilers

[eyedelater]

junji ito post

this is a diary post of my thoughts while reading various works by junji ito.

i found the beautiful hardcover edition of GYO at my local library, so i borrowed that on a whim. i read that. then i thought i would watch the movie version because i wanted to see how they would tackle, you know… all aspects of the work. the movie was so lousy i quit watching less than halfway through. maybe i'll pick it up again sometime. but i'm a stickler for honoring the source material, and they inserted so much weird and dumb fanservice, it was intolerable. then i wondered what other anime adaptations existed of junji ito works. so i watched the 2022 netflix series JUNJI ITO MANIAC. i thought it was, on the whole, somewhat weak, but i did watch every episode. then i got more junji ito books from my local library, including TOMIE, UZUMAKI, DESERTER, LOVESICKNESS, REMINA, and VENUS IN THE BLIND SPOT. i also watched the series JUNJI ITO COLLECTION and read more stories online. i wanted this post to encompass all of ito-sensei's works, but after reading most of them, i decided to read the rest some other time. you can scroll to near the end of this post for an incomplete list of ito-sensei's works that i find to be worth reading. this post contains some spoilers, but i think spoilers don't matter too much for horror manga, as it's the visuals that really count.

i should preface everything by saying that i have known of junji ito for many years. when i was in high school… well, a short summary would be that in 9th grade, i saw a traumatizing gory video that messed me up and made me afraid of the dark despite being 14 years old, and i was especially afraid of dark spaces like the cracks between things. i slept on a mattress pressed into the corner of a room, and i was still afraid of the gap between the mattress and the wall. i wouldn't face my back to it all night. the cabinet door under the bathroom sink didn't shut all the way, and i would watch that dark gap through the clear shower curtain for 100% of my time in the shower to make sure nothing came out. (i made my dad get a clear shower curtain for that reason.) i was mentally ill, you see. did you know that sometimes, knowing a fear is irrational does nothing to make you not afraid? (i'm better now.) so there's the baseline, and then, due to the whims of my internet friend group, i felt compelled to read junji ito's THE ENIGMA OF AMIGARA FAULT. it struck the worst possible chord with me: now i knew that what could be lurking in the dark cracks between things is a stretched and disfigured human body being blissfully, eternally compelled through its own personal tunnel. THAT is what's in between my mattress and the wall. THAT is what could slip through the crack in the bathroom cabinet door. can i put into words how awful it was to think about? but of course, being rational at the same time, i acknowledged even then that the manga itself was kinda good. to come up with such an unpleasant idea is worthy of praise in itself. so i came to respect junji ito. but i haven't read that story again, and i won't. (they had the nerve to stick it in as a bonus story at the end of the GYO hardcover. i didn't even flip through. i will not read that story again.) several years later, i read UZUMAKI and thought it was good. and i think i read one or two TOMIE stories and then lost interest. (oh and i read the cat diary with yon and mu with no hesitation because i knew it wouldn't actually be scary. it was fun.)

so i had the impression that junji ito was very powerful and worthy of my respect. that's why i picked up GYO at my local library. i was pretty sure it was going to be good, and there was also a distant element of facing my fears.

GYO was pretty good. the way humans became disfigured after infection reminded me of Mermaid Swamp, an RPGmaker game i played a while ago and lost sleep over. i can't say i recommend it, but i do like RPGmaker horror games… anyway, GYO was well-composed and certainly Extensive in Scope. you know, it just keeps piling on and on. but it all came together… kind of. but when we got the circus part, i had to be like, "seriously?"

then i watched JUNJI ITO MANIAC. i find that netflix-produced animes have a certain flavor, a tinge that says, "netflix execs really really really really want to make money from this!!!" so to the extent that there is production value, it feels like it has been expended for the sake of making it Look like the anime is good, and not for actually making the anime good, if that makes sense. i feel that there is some heart missing… some loving devotion to the source material. at least some of the time. after watching the whole series, i came across many of the source stories in the short story collections i read. the anime adaptations were generally faithful to the short stories, and i appreciate that. but there is a difference between "turning a manga into an anime" and "turning a manga into a good anime." it is the difference between "this manga scene is now happening in motion" and "the tension and emotion of the original scene has been successfully translated into motion." and actually, it kind of felt like… for some of these… we didn't need to animate them? the thing about horror manga is that your own feelings of horror set the pace. maybe you are pulled quickly forward by suspense, but your eye lingers on the most hideous pages against your will. if the scariest part flashes up too briefly when translated into anime, it won't have as much of an effect. so it felt as though the timing for the scariest parts was weirdly rushed in some of the anime episodes. even watching without knowing the source material, i got the distinct impression that the manga had to be much better than this. [note added in later: sometimes, they actually weren't much better.] they got some of the faces wrong, too. you know how junji ito has his distinctive style where sunken eyes are expertly depicted with many small lines? it's a striking look. it looks great. classic. the way they showed those sunken eyes in the anime was unbelievably lame. it was an airbrushed look. i know they couldn't have animated it with many small lines, but shading it with a harder edge would have looked a thousand times better. or cel shading. come up with a creative solution to capture the effect. also, some of the voices were really annoying. i mean, i guess souichi's voice being annoying is appropriate. (what is souichi's deal? isn't he just really annoying? i haven't read any of his short stories yet.) anyway probably the best story in this series was the hanging balloons. i haven't read that story yet either. i have a feeling the manga is much scarier. but the anime has the advantage of showing the movement of the balloons. the way it will loop around your neck and fling you away in a second was well done.

(revelation) i see… so basically… the JUNJI ITO MANIAC series was the second junji ito series netflix made. so these are all the second-tier stories that they didn't care to animate in the first series? is that right? that makes sense. i'll have to watch the other series soon. [note added in later: wrong. JUNJI ITO COLLECTION was about the same.]

some of ito-sensei's stories are bizarrely anticlimactic. because it is horror manga, i set aside my usual expectation of a happy ending; i am expecting an ending that is either disastrous or faintly hopeful despite everything. but i was expecting an ending, and some of these short stories don't have much of one. like "the bully" (ijimekko). i thought it wasn't very good. i thought it was a miss. i think maybe that one didn't need to be animated, for that reason. but after reading several, i have come to accept that an anticlimactic ending is standard for his short stories. i got used to it. i guess his intention is to end a scary story without much denouement, before the terror fades away, so as to leave a stronger impact. [note added in later: it turns out that in an interview, he said pretty much exactly that.] but i think it wasn't executed successfully every time.

i read the LOVESICKNESS collection of short stories. the story of the beautiful boy at the crossroads was pretty good. i find it kind of strange how romantic love is a strong and frequently recurring theme in ito-sensei's work, and not just in this particular collection. well, the whole way he depicts women has a certain flavor, doesn't it.

i read REMINA. i don't have very strong feelings about this one except that remina the girl sure doesn't have very much agency as a character. all she does is get pursued and picked up and pulled around by everyone on earth. i thought that as a climax, there might actually be some fun and exciting link between her and remina the planet, since at first that it seemed to attack the most when she was being crucified or whatever, but there was no such thing. remina the planet just made a beeline for earth and then started taking its time on the devouring part for no reason.

i spent my whole saturday reading TOMIE from cover to cover. it was pretty good. i think it's really funny how tomie herself evolves (in terms of character development) to be such a needy brat. and i think it's funny how all the tomies want to kill each other. i like how a tomie regenerating under certain circumstances takes on some characteristics of her surroundings, like the ashes tomies and the sake tomies and the carpet tomie. i also think it's really funny how tomie really doesn't want to split into more than one but she's sooo prone to it and she haaates it. overall, i was more amused than really scared by TOMIE. important note: there's probably quite a lot to be said if you read these stories through an explicitly feminist lens, but i don't care to do that right now.

i'm looking at wikipedia now and realizing there is a nearly endless supply of junji ito short stories. my local library does not have all of these. they have six or seven volumes, which is a ton given the extent of their manga collection, and i kinda thought that was all, but it's not. i'll have to read some of these online. however, there is a dilemma. given my history of getting afraid of the dark and its debilitating effects on my life, i want to avoid giving myself that feeling again (and i know it is possible), so i never read or watch anything scary at night. but i don't read manga online unless it is on my laptop or ipad. and i don't have my laptop or ipad with me in the daytime, only in the evenings… maybe i'll bring my ipad to work…? [note added in later: i made it work by reading in the early evening. this is the kind of thing i really worry about.]

i guess i've had a complicated relationship with horror media in that i like it, and most of the time it doesn't Hit in a bad way, but i need to make sure to take precautions when i consume it or else i could seriously lose a lot of sleep. even just typing out that paragraph about my ordeal in high school left me with a terribly nervous feeling because i wrote it at night and relived unpleasant memories. but i can still turn a lightswitch off and then walk out of a dark room without pressing my back against a wall. so i'm miles ahead of where i was back then. that's a relief.

i will note that this whole time, i kiiinda thought junji ito's "ito" miiight just be ito 糸 (thread). i mean, i knew his name (romanized) long before i ever learned that "ito" means "thread." it's only natural that in my ignorance, i might form some association between them. but it's totally not thread. who would be named that? (there's probably somebody.) it's actually itou 伊藤. junji itou. itou junji. but no one romanizes it like that. it's the same itou as the itou in delicious ITO EN jasmine tea, which goes really well with unfrosted blueberry pop tarts. if you're planning to try it with frosted pop tarts, don't even bother. oi ocha is good too.

while watching MANIAC, i was like, what is souichi's deal…? now i'm watching the first episode of JUNJI ITO COLLECTION and i've realized that souichi could be an enjoyably ridiculous character but they gave him a completely insufferable voice actor and thus made him insufferable. i wonder if they had the perfectly reasonable thought, "we can't make his voice nice or else he could become sexy to teen girls, and that idea is apprehensible," and then they overcorrected. perhaps they could've made it less awful and safely unsexy by giving him a realistic teenage boy voice. they could even make it appropriately obnoxious without going too far. i have to read the souichi series and then i'll be able to love him. i can't love him with this shitty voice <3 [note added in later: it turns out souichi is in 6th grade and 11 years old. he's not even a teen. that means my sexy voice hypothesis, by all rights, ought to be moot. i still think they made the wrong voice actor choice. i mean, not that the actor didn't give it his all. but he sounds like an annoying man or teen, not an annoying kid. souichi needed a kid voice.]

JUNJI ITO COLLECTION failed to successfully adapt the story of the beautiful boy at the crossroads. as a multi-chapter story with a relatively strong narrative, it should have been given at least a whole episode or an OVA-length animation to tell the whole story at once, but instead, they abbreviated it and never followed up with the rest. that being said, the main problem was that they didn't make the narrative as clear as in the manga. well, whatever. i'm going to watch through COLLECTION even though it's lousy.

i read the compilation book entitled VENUS IN THE BLIND SPOT. apart from noticing that they had the audacity to include the enigma of amigara fault again, none of the stories especially stuck with me except the cute love letter manga to kazuo umezz. i'll have to read some of his stuff next. speaking of other horror manga, i bought and read the english translation of "inuki kanako no daikyoufu" (Be Very Afraid of Kanako Inuki!) by inuki kanako because i wanted to support my local comic book shop. i kinda picked it at random based on the cover and paid full cover price. i kinda didn't like it. i don't have much to say about it except that her perfectly neckless art style is fun. maybe i'll read her tatari series sometime.

i'm remembering that when i read UZUMAKI for the first time, despite having watched many horror movies, i failed to consider the narrative expectations for works in the horror genre; that is, i had not resigned myself to a bad ending, which i now understand is very much to be expected. so i was really rooting for kirie and shuichi the whole time, and at the end, when they fail to escape the spiral, i was like "ok fuck me then i guess." i was pissed. but what i'm saying is that i was wrong to be pissed because my expectations were unreasonable. in retrospect, it was an appropriate ending.

there's that one tumblr post making fun of kirie and her fucked up boyfriend. it has a couple of panels where shuichi's looking deadened and she puts her head on his shoulder. i think that post is mean. i'm on shuichi's side! be nice to him! you saw what happened to his dad! have a heart!

JUNJI ITO COLLECTION episode 7 was probably the best so far, just because they did a pretty good job with the used record one. if the singer hadn't done a good job, it would have flopped. the song adds so much that is impossible to portray in the form of manga. it spooked me enough that i'm not going to watch any more episodes tonight, which did not happen with any other episodes of COLLECTION or MANIAC.

i was right. manga souichi is much more lovable than anime souichi, because though their faces are equally obnoxious, manga souichi has no obnoxious voice. the souichi stories are kind of refreshing because we get to see junji ito's strange sense of humor without anything too scary happening. my first souichi exposure was the 4 walled room episode in MANIAC, meaning i missed his introduction that appears in COLLECTION, so i was like "who the fuck is this? our protagonist, kouichi, is going to die in the gap between these walls. what? nothing in particular happened at the end. (souichi appears in another episode) this guy's in more than one??" but in the end, i kind of like how he's in 6th grade and his main powers are supercharged annoying personality and also being able to administer real curses. and despite the horrible voice, most of the souichi segments seem to have been adapted with incredible accuracy. souichi's recurring associated sound effect in the manga is "gachu gachu," the slightly clankety sound of him sucking on nails. one scanlator translated it as "munch munch;' another as "nom nom." i've never seen "gachu gachu" before.

ito-sensei's art peculiarities: he is the master of the "lovely face looking concerned." great skill with sunken eyes looking upset and exhausted. in the profile view, everyone has that distinctive frown. poses are sometimes a little awkward as if drawn from a clumsily posed posable model. chins sometimes don't make sense if the perspective isn't straight on or in profile. occasionally, his unique sense of humor shines through in the facial expressions. he's very good at drawing cutely styled hair and plain, elegant clothes. he also draws scary things.

the short story "fashion model" features fuchi, the fashion model. she debuted in the souichi story "rumors." i love fuchi. i'm on her side. when she's riding in the car with everyone much shorter than her and politely excited to go to the deep woods, that's cute. i like when she hitches up her long dress to run quickly in the woods. in "fashion model: cursed frame," fuchi appears in a magazine shot with two other models smiling happily, and that's cute. i want more fuchi content. (also, fuchi is pronounced the same as huci, the ainu word for grandmother. irrelevant.)

junji ito short stories are really hit-or-miss, i've decided. UZUMAKI, GYO, and TOMIE are essentially hit, and that's why he's popular, but a lot of these one-shots, they do not hit.

many of the strange evils in ito-sensei's works seem to be town-restricted. it seems that in most cases, if you get out of town, everything's fine. town where bodies turn into tombstones. town where everyone needs maps to navigate. town where it's foggy and everyone does fortune-telling. town contaminated by spirals. let's all exit towns.

i think ito-sensei can tell when an idea is good and when an idea is bad. generally, the better ideas are longer stories, and the worse ideas are shorter stories. i guess an exception would be hell doll funeral. that one was short but good. another exception is the bully. that one was bad but long.

i think ito-sensei's stories would be better if he applied his skill at drawing unique face shapes to drawing main characters instead of using unique face shapes only for the sake of showing "ugliness" in comparison to the uniformly beautiful main characters. as if ugliness is horror.

most of the characters in his stories are very shallow, but that's okay; they are only here in service of the narrative, to react to whatever hideous sights are laid before them... or to take part in them.

he is really a master of rictus...

it's funny, i just read a ton of ito-sensei's works from the 90s and very early 2000s, and then i accidentally jumped to one from the past few years because the entries on his wikipedia page aren't in chronological order (someone fix that), and now youtubers are appearing and twitter is a plot point. also, the quality of the work is quite visually different, as he switched to digital. it feels very, very polished now. i wonder why they don't have these at my local library.

here are the junji ito works that are worth reading, in my view (not in any order) :

the hanging balloons - this vision is truly inspired. you can also read "return of the hanging balloons," but it's hardly anything.

souichi's series, including: fun summer vacation, fun winter vacation, souichi's diary of delights, souichi's home tutor, mannequin teacher [probably the best], souichi's birthday, souichi's selfish curse, the room with four walls, coffin, rumors, souichi's beloved pet, secret of the haunted house, and the souichi front [also known as secret of the haunted house: souichi's version]. - not every single one of these is fantastic, but some of them are quite good. if you only want a little taste, read "souichi's home tutor" and then "mannequin teacher," as they distinctly go together. you can also read "souichi possessed," but it's hardly anything.

splatter film [also called smashed] - another truly inspired vision. if you don't get it, the joke is mosquitoes.

used record [also called secondhand record] - read it and then watch episode 7 of junji ito collection.

fashion model - get to know my girl fuchi. you can also read "fashion model: cursed frame," but it's not much.

village of the siren - this one has a unique feeling, i think.

gyo, tomie, and uzumaki are all about as worthwhile as each other.

lovesickness is slightly less good than the three listed in the previous bullet point, but still pretty good

the chill [also known as coldness] - if you want to experience trypophobia hell. don't take that warning lightly.

groaning drain pipes - just because the perfectly anticlimactic ending cracks me up

blood bubble bushes - uhh something also similar to trypophobia in this one, but it's striking

oshikiri's series, including hallucinations, bog of the living dead, pen pal, intruder, further tales of oshikiri, and further tales of oshikiri: walls - some of these are pretty good.

house of puppets - it's a house of puppets.

the town without streets - goes in an unexpectedly atmospheric direction. interestingly a mishmash of many different ideas, unlike his usual one-note short stories.

gravetown - another inspired idea.

the story of the mysterious tunnel - can't decide how much to like this one.

frankenstein (adaptation) - very well done. there's a scene where victor and the monster make eye contact and then the monster immediately turns around and scales a sheer cliff face. you made his body really strong, victor. he can scale a sheer cliff face. i should note i only read around the first half of frankenstein the novel. i know, it's a failing on my part. so i can't judge the accuracy. i don't know if the monster scales a sheer cliff face in the novel. anyway someone should cosplay as reanimated justine. you just need to really build up your limbs onto some stilts and stuff.

hell doll funeral - it's a hell doll funeral

fixed face - ending cracked me up

weeping woman way - i like this one. it's so wet.

madonna [also called the witch] - i enjoy a story that offends the church.

spirit flow of aokigahara - this one is really good. i love their bodily transformation.

sensor - the first chapter makes you envision getting hairs in your mouth so you go "pfuh! pfuh!" and the rest is like, oh, so god really does exist. i really appreciate how much he wrung out of the creepy natural phenomenon of volcanic hair, which i didn't know about before this.

i wanted this to be a comprehensive list, but i'm sick of reading these for now. maybe i'll read the rest of his works some other time.

in conclusion, despite the inexplicably strong urge i felt to read as much of junji ito's body of work as possible, i'm not in love with his stuff. i certainly don't care enough to compare any translations. however, i do really respect his art skills and horrific ideas, and i enjoy his inscrutable sense of humor.

(i am really looking forward to the black and white uzumaki anime if it ever comes out.)

#junji ito #ito junji #this post is about horror manga and contains some potentially upsetting things. #i'm not giving you a trigger warning for each and every junji ito work discussed in this post. #please look up trigger warnings for each individual work before you read them if you're worried.

[millenniumdueled]

Some days are better than others. Some days are worse.

Yugi's hands shake terribly as he tries for the 4th time to draw on his signature winged eyeliner. Only to slam his palm down on the counter in frustration, brush clattering into the sink and leaving an inky trail across the porcelain.

"Partner..."

"i do the same thing every day! i don't know why it's not working !!!" Yugi's voice cracks when he shouts, and he hates that too. He stares down at the eyeliner stains, another thing he has to clean up, another hurdle between him and seeing his friends this weekend.

"i just want to get out of the damn house today. can't you do this for me?? i'm... sick of my own stupid face, and it sucks!!!" his voice raises again, and he feels like he might cry. Shuts his eyes tight. Maybe if he can't see himself, no one else will either.

"it sucks!! it was just fine yesterday!! i looked really, really good!!! and now i just- i look so--"

Yugi cuts himself off with a loud, frustrated wail. He can just barely feel the ghostly hand on his back, offering him what little warmth his other self can.

"Take a deep breath, Partner. Please... Let's step away from this for now, mm?"

"no...!! no, i-- i need to get this done, i want to see our friends!!"

The apparition slides his hand from Yugi's back to place both on his shoulders, guiding him to turn to face himself. And it's nothing like looking in the mirror. He has no issue opening his eyes, staring up at the translucent form of a man who looks just like him and completely different all at once.

"I can do our eyeliner, but right now, Partner, you need to breathe. Just... breathe. In..."

And he does. Yugi takes in a deep breath.

"Out..."

Yugi exhales. He doesn't quite feel his other self rub both his shoulders reassuringly.

"Good job, Partner!! You're doing great! Here. Let's just... sit. For a little while, just sit with me. Our friends will understand, and we still have the entire day."

Yugi nods pathetically and allows himself to be guided to the floor to sit, back against the bathroom cabinet. His other self sits beside him, one hand still resting on Yugi's shoulder as Yugi hugs his knees tight against his chest.

"i'm sorry... i just wanted to get ready really quick, just like yesterday... why... why do i hate myself so much today...?"

The other Yugi can't answer that. While there's always been a sort of disconnect between himself and his appearance, the things that cause his partner so much pain don't seem to bother him.

"Some days are just... Bad days. But I promise, Partner, you look as handsome as ever. Maybe clean this up a bit, God, how did you get makeup all the way up here?" He runs a thumb across a smudge of eyeliner above his Partner's left eye, and Yugi gives him the quietest chuckle.

"it's not fair... why do you look so much... better than me...?"

The apparition's brows knit together. "Because you're not used to looking directly at yourself. The mirror flips your image, it distorts your view and makes it all seem wrong. Don't look at the mirror, Partner, look at me."

"i can't do my eyeliner looking at you..."

"That's alright. I'm taking care of that, remember?"

Yugi nods slowly, takes another deep breath in and out as his anxiety attack fades, settling into that sticky, guilty emptiness that always follows the storm of emotions. His other self rubs his shoulder.

"i'm sorry..."

"Don't be sorry. You're alright, Partner."

For a long moment, the two sit in silence, Yugi gazing up at this other version of himself. Is he really that handsome...? He can't believe it. But he does finally stretch his legs out instead of hugging them against his chest. He does finally seem to relax. He wants to rest his head on his other's shoulder. He wants to stay there all day. Would he just pass through? He closes his eyes, for just a moment's rest.

When he opens them again, he's not in the bathroom anymore. And though the wings are a little too thick and the lines a little uneven, his eyeliner has never looked better.

#ooc #this scene actually happened yesterday but I didn't think to write it out until just now on impulse #anyway a little comfort drabble where I project my own dysphoria issues onto Yugi a little bit #so you know #tw dysphoria #writing #jup art

[feltpool]

Copyright cash grab

I think the thing that bothers me most about current Star Wars is that it lies so hard about what it’s really doing, like we’re not going to work it out anyway.

Fandom cannot create new canon, it can only work with what it has, open up the cracks, fill in the plot holes and put a new spin on things. But the show creators don’t have that limit, and yet have devolved to reusing the same old plot and structure we’ve seen before and hiding it under a different set of faces.

I suppose it’s meant to be clever, but fanfic has been re-spinning these stories for literal decades now so it just feels like a pallid and obvious cash grab as well as a way for Disney to lay claim to the older Lucas-made canon as now belonging to them.

Personal opinion and potential spoilers behind the cut

Mando spins its story around the core structure of the OT movies while doing its utmost to pretend that it isn’t doing that. Instead of starting with the feisty space princess whose home has been destroyed by the Empire it sneaks in via Solo and focuses on a lone gunslinger doing any dodgy job for money while throwing him about in the mud a lot, role flipping Yoda and Luke, and hiding it all under a layer of Mandalorian armour. But the constant references to other parts of SW get old fast, and they leap right in there from the very start regardless of people only majorly starting to complain about that from Season 3. It was always there, we just weren’t so overloaded by the constant stream of really obvious ones back in Season 1.

And The Bad Batch follows this exact same pattern, the only major difference is that it’s framed around the core plot of the prequel movies and overall tends to bury its true purpose under fewer Rebels references. Sure it’s tying up a bunch of loose ends from multiple seasons of TCW, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to like it.

Add to this the other shows that only got made in order to support these^ two shows.

TCW Season 7 sets up everything the other shows need to have already been established in order to work. The Bad Batch setup is established, Trace, Rafa, and their convenient little Coruscant hiding place gets laid down for later plot use, and the Mandalore arc sets up the rest.

Tales of the Jedi explicitly covers how Anakin treated Ahsoka behind closed doors and how he used others to actually carry that out so that it can be reused later. Amongst other plot relevant details it showed us the relationship between Dooku and Mace, how Dooku was pissed when Mace got a promotion he hadn’t even been trying to claim, and how Dooku was directly offered the chance to drop all of what he was doing and to walk away with the Jedi – and still chose not to.

Half of The Book of Boba Fett was just a dumping ground for anything that didn’t conveniently fit into either of the other two shows but that they didn’t want to leave out (you can’t claim copyright over something you haven’t put onscreen), and boy did it show that they didn’t waste any money covering that part if they could help it. Orphan Boba gets to re-enact Luke’s back story of getting and losing a new family out in the sands of Tatooine, while Vanth gets to lose his arm and get a robotic replacement, it covers the question of what happened once Jabba was dead, drops in a much cuter version of the scene where the Luke defeats the rancor, features a cantina complete with familiar players, and shoves not-Chewbacca in there because having a Wookiee in the main story would be way too much of an obvious nod to the OT setup they’re still trying to pretend isn’t happening. However, it was permitted to drop in a couple of future plot points such as what happens to your brain/memory once you get a deep tissue, full body, bacta treatment, and giving Boba his 3 seconds of playing both Solo getting thrown wetly around by a Wookiee, and the Emperor as he rescues Fennec from certain death by having her Vaderized.

In all fairness this has taken a certain level of effort to re-spin. Aspects of one movie or TCW have been given to the other show, roles have been split between characters to make things less obvious. Hunter gets Anakin’s wig, while Hemlock gets his hand, and Echo gets to play Vader but in reverse order (starting as a cyborg and not becoming one). Or things have been approached from a different angle (usually reversed), like how Bo rescues Din and Grogu from the dianoga pit on the boat instead of getting them into the garbage masher in the first place. Pieces have been recycled from all prior SW visual canon as well as many games, books, and comic books, in addition to many references to non-SW movies.

But some things have been lifted straight out of fanfiction. The outfit that Riyo Chuchi wears when we first see her in TBB mimics Fox’s armour as closely as it possibly can without actually being clone armour, and Foxiyo is a small ship that has zero canonical basis – so far at least. Not that this would be the first time that SW has blatantly ripped off someone else’s work for their ideas or spaceship designs, but being able to data scrape AO3 must make this a lot easier to do than back when you had to pay people to manually cruise the internet.

Whether the Ahsoka show will continue this pattern and frame it around the plot of the sequel movies while pretending it’s nothing more than Rebels Season 5 remains to be seen, but having Jacen Syndulla reframed as the new Kylo Ren is definitely nothing I will ever need to see.

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Obviously I’m glossing over a lot of the finer detail and references here because I’d be here all day otherwise and I’m trying to limit potential spoilers.

#star wars #the mandalorian #tbb #tcw #probably unpopular personal opinion #disney are all about the copyright ownership #we already know that

[aquaburst3]

I'm bored. Here are some observations that I've made in the TWST fandom.

The polling info for the JP side of the fandom is based on this. The stuff based on the Western side of the fandom is based on this poll done by XxJuJubexX over on Reddit. These polls were done several months ago, so things might've changed slightly since then. But I think some of the bigger things to note are probably the same.

Also, it should be fucking obvious that these are generalizations and don't apply to everyone in a specific demographic.

According to the western poll, 65% of the survey participants were between the ages of 16-26, and a whooping 75% of them identify as female. (Honestly, this matches up with what I noticed here in the western fandom with it being dominated by high school/uni student aged people, and explains why a lot of the "Yuusonas" tend to be girls.)The follow-up biggest gender demographic is non-binary. This contrasts the Japanese fandom where it attracts mainly "working age women" or women in their mid 20s to late 40s.

Most of the English fandom doesn't actually play the JP game. However, a lot of international players are at least aware of what happens in that version, especially ones that rely on the fan translations.

The favourite dorms in both the international and JP Twst fandoms is Octanivelle. However, Diasomnia is the runner up in the west, not in Japan.

As a surprise to absolutely no one, Malleus has the number one spot on the "Favourite Characters" list in the west.

Azul and the Tweels are popular in both fandoms, but they are secondary compared to Malleus in the west.

The Tweels are more popular than Azul in Japan. In the west, this is flipped.

Trey is much more popular in the JP fandom where he's usually in the #11-16 spot. He's in the #21 spot on the western poll, and is even out ranked by Crewel and fucking Crowley. Ouch. (This matches what I've noticed in the westerner fandom, since he's completely written off as a boring big brother character by most. Honestly, I tend to agree. He's not a bad character per se, just rather dull and underdeveloped compared to the others. That's fine. He's just a side character.)

Malleus isn't popular in the JP fandom, being #17. (According to Reddit, this has to do with Japanese people not typically fantasizing about being whisked away by a brooding supernatural love interest and fucking them as much as westerners, and Malleus "notices" Yuu more, which is much more appealing to westerners desires to be "noticed" and "matter" more. Cultural differences, basically.)

Vil didn't crack the popularity list in Japan. (Which is kinda surprising to me, and I can't think of an explanation as to why.)

Jamil is in the # 6-8 spot in Japan, and vastly outranks Kalim. In the west, Jamil's #12 with Kalim coming right after him. (Despite this coming out before Scarabia on the western server, I don't think this would've changed much, because I always noticed those two have the same amount of popularity before and after their arc, sadly. I think this has to do with the western fandom skewing younger and finding characters like Azul and Riddle more relatable than ones with more mature backstory like Jamil.)

Leona is in the top 3 in the JP fandom while in the west he's #9. (Again, can't think of a reason as to why.)

Idia's popularity is about the same on both sides.

#aqua rambles #twisted wonderland