#cept he's gonna be PRETTY

[cielospeaks]

this is completely and utterly a shitpost but list of potential ricky ds outfits

(most? likely): amadeus the movie

+fits his backstory really well and he could fit as either of the main characters (moz was frustrated when he became an adult and wanted people to respect his music and ideas and not just cute childishness, sal has inferiority abt his music and keeps a lot to himself), would potentially look nice w demon symphony (mask buddies!)

-might be too early to be ds since its from the 80s (please)

(somewhat likely): music man

+would be very wholesome and cute, ricky also has an inconventional means of music and like the main character is good at using his charisma/charm to get around things, cmon i just want to see ricky in a cute little boater hat and bowtie or a marching band uniform im literally going feral over the karaoke outfits, timeline is probably safe since its an old ish movie

-they might not do it bc ricky is typecast as a european nobleman (booo), the main character is probably more crafty and sly than nervous ol ricky

(this is just wish fulfillment): young frankenstein (or chocolate factory)

+yf story fits ricky really well: european man from a famous/infamous family trying desperately to escape his reputation, soft spoken but firm, but eventually his destiny catches up to him. they both have similar temperaments imo. for cf its more that i want to see him in this meme

-doesnt necessarily have to do with music (but guys. the violin scene from yf it could happen. or the tap dancing sequence too!!!), time is girigiri being from 70s

(??? i literally have no idea): totc charles darnay

+like even more parallels. half french nobleman leaves his birthplace and rejects/is rejected by his family, tries to make a life for himself but his past catches up to him and he (almost) dies for it. the french revolution ties might be a big plus for this one

-has gosh nothing to do with music which should be a minus for me but i adore totc so yes please, i have no idea if there are adaptations of the story within the timeframe bc i am a book nerd lol, ricky might have a dead twin sibling which isnt really totc but does support the doppelganger angle of syd and charles

#id say id be losing my mind at yf ricky but literally id be losing it at any of these rickys #alternatively it could be something based on chopin which would be neat but realtalk i dont think ricky and chopin have that much in common #cept getting stuck in france and playing salon concerts and having the first surname #man i wish ricky had a liszt esque friend who could get him into shenanigans. no none of the canon characters count #i have like. no ideas for antonio (cept red violin and i know thats off timelinewise) but i am loaded with ricky ones #and he did shockingly well this year so i have genuine fear #tho if he did ever win as long as it was somewhat ok id probably be cool w whatever #my favorite ds so far is hamlet and dorothy idk if theyre ever gonna top those lol #theyd have to work pretty darn hard lol. those are pretty much my favorite movie and a play im really darn fond of #gameblogging #french virelai

[theflyingfeeling]

I mean. We’ve seen Joonas making out with the merch guy so there’s no doubt he’s also done that with Niko 😅 and in Seinäjoki(?) when they kissed 2021 Joonas went tongue out to the kiss 🤣

Now where's that SLB kiss compilation when you need it 😔 I remember some of the kisses being particularly...wild 😅

#porko probably introduces himself with a french kiss tbh #i'm still thinking about their live during eurovision #in which someone in the chat asked joonas and niko to hug #to HUG. NOTHING ELSE! #and joonas immediately went ''we can kiss! 🥰'' #and then they did and no one batted an eye lol ('cept for olli who went ''ooooohh'' for some reason) #because like hell is he gonna miss an opportunity to put those pretty little smoochers of his to good use #and in some other context (can't remember) he was asked if he liked hugs #and he was very enthusiastic in his answer (i.e. using exclamation marks) that yes he does indeed and also kisses #literally no one asked you that porko 🙄💞 #joonasxniko #anon asks #answered asks

[nabtime]

Sir Waylon of Gotham

Waylon wasn't much for talkin' to hoity-toity well-to-doers. Didn't much like their attitude. Or the way they looked at 'im. Lookin' down their noses, all pinched-faced and holier-than-thou, like he was the scum of the earth for the way he looked. And while Waylon wouldn't deny that he was scum, it sure weren't for lookin' the way he did. He'd earned that title fair 'n square, through hard work 'n strikin' fear inta the people of Gotham.

And he did that by bitin' they's arms off, not 'cause he was a li'l scaly.

Point was, Waylon didn't talk much with fancy people. Yeah, he talked to the Bat Brood and they could half be considered fancy on account of mostly bein' Waynes under the mask, but they didn't count. Not really. 'Specially their newest petite couyon that liked to swing about in his sewers like the chit owned the place. He didn't know how the kid was added to the family- coulda been adopted, coulda been one a' the other one's partner, coulda been another blood son a popped up outta nowhere 'gain.

Waylon didn't ask and the chit never said. No, all Phantom ever wanted to talk 'bout was how Waylon was doin. Idjit was far too concerned about Waylon's well-bein' when he shoulda been mindin' his own damn business. Kid said it was part a his business. That heroes had to check in on the reformed, make sure they were well and happy so they didn't have a need to get back inta villainy. Waylon wanted to call bullshit on 'im but he just didn't have the heart when the kid looked so earnest 'bout it.

And maybe the kid was swingin' in all the time just to check in on an Old Croc. Maybe even the kid didn't mind bein' 'round 'im an 'is big, scary teeth. Sure it were more likely he needed an escape an' the sewers were a place most Bats didn't venture less they had to, but iffin that were true- kid didn't have to find and talk to him every time.

All this was to say that he'd gotten used to seein' Danny 'round the sewers, and even seein' Jay when the older kid was sent to bring the other back topside.

Who he had not gotten used to seein' in the sewers, though, was a pretty thing all done up in medieval dress and glowin' green. Nor was he used to the hulking Knight done up in glowin' black armor standin' next ta her.

And, again, Waylon wasn't much for talkin' to hoity-toity people, let alone Ghost Royalty or some such, but he was still a man with manners. An' they were in his sewers (well, an' Grundy's, but the big lug weren't here, so's point was moot) so he was haven'ta be the one to greet 'em.

He growl echoed off the stone and muck as he approached the two beings that were floating midair, just above the water. They both looked lost until he fully rose from the grime and addressed them.

"Youins need somethin? Ya lookin fer Danny?"

And, well, Waylon said he had manners. Never said he was gonna use 'em.

"Oh!" said the sweet thing in flowing gown, her voice just as soft as she looked. "Yes! You must be the good Sir Waylon of Gotham that the King speaks so fondly of. I am Princess Dorathea and this is my personal guard, Fright Knight."

Sir Waylon? Now that's not somethin' he's ever heard afore. Him? Deservin' of a title like Sir? Ain't no way. He weren't 'bout to say nothin', but it sure did make him feel all flustery that a noble Lady like her would think so highly of a monster like him.

"Nah I wouldn' say he's 'xactly fond a me, but the name is Waylon, yeah, uh- My Lady."

And she smiled at 'im, sweet as anythin', like he weren't made a sharp edges an spilled blood. The big Knight aside her was actin like that too, posture relaxed as he just let her get closer. Closer an most people ever dared. 'Cept Phantom an some a the Bats. Was it a ghost thing? No fear a death, so whats scary about a big man with sharp teeth anymore?

"Would Sir Phantom be near-abouts?" she asked. "I require his counsel on matters of import."

"Sorry, cher- uh, My Lady," he grumbled, "ain't gotta clue where he's at. Somewhere's topside, prolly."

Her shoulders slumped just the slightest, obviously disappointed in his answer. And try as he might to want to give her a better one, he only knew where the kid was when he wanted to hang around underground. Waylon avoided the streets at all costs these days, not wantin' to risk trouble again. He'd spent enough of his days wastin' away in Arkham and Blackgate, thanks.

The Lady turned thoughtful though and graced him with a tilt of her head and a smile. "Perhaps you would deign to assist me instead, Sir Waylon?"

"Well nah, I'd love ta, My Lady. Supposin' its somethin' I can help ya with."

"Yes," she said, circling around him in a graceful glide, "so long as you are willing, you will suit just fine."

"Ya still haven't told me what ya need help with, ah- My Lady."

Waylon couldn't see the Knight's expression but he could almost feel the amusement pourin' off a him. And he wondered just what the hell he'd agreed to that a guy like that'd find it funny.

"My brother is making moves to take back the Kingdom. He has amassed a small, but skilled contingent of rebels and intends to usurp me at the upcoming Yule Celebration."

"So ya need muscle ta help stop 'im?"

"Oh no," she said, sweet but full of venom- like arsenic. Her grin was now full of teeth, teeth much to sharp for a proper Lady like her, and her eyes turned to glowing reptilian points. "I can take care of him myself. I intended to ask Sir Phantom along as contingency."

She looked him up and down and the Knight standing guard behind her was projectin' a certain smugness as he did the same.

"You, however, Sir Waylon," she said, and the tone near sent a shiver down his spine. "Will do well as both warrior and suitor."

"What say you?"

#nap shitposts in the afterlife #naps fics #dp x dc #dpxdc #i leave the ending up to your imagination or someone elses potential continuation #i just had the funny idea that they'd all be good together. yes that includes Fright Knight. #have fun with the ship and ship name byyyeeee

[kirbyskisses]

monster iwa…. is rewiring my brain chemistry

oh sem. my queen, you have awakened my little godzilla/mothra = iwaizumi/reader heart. i will now enter a feral unhinged state - i take no responsibility for what is about to happen.

tw: hybrids, monsterfucking, breeding mention, size kink, “just the tip”. minors/ageless blogs dni

godzilla type hybrid!iwa, a monster man with these huge muscular, gray-scaled arms and claws, sharp teeth, a long, heavy tail and back spines. still with that handsome face, a head of dark-brown hair and cold green-grey eyes that bore down on you. he’s so big

has a downright possessive love for his queen - a good-hearted little thing - mostly human but with fuzzy hair, bright eyes and precious moth wings.

he groans and curses and roars - a grumpy protector - but alway simmers down into a loud, comforting purr when he wraps his tail and huge body around you.

he doesn’t quite get what your chirps and cries are about while his slippery, long, blue tongue penetrates you but he doesn’t mind too much.

“have to prep you, little lady. st’p trying to close yer legs! i’m not gonna hurt my lovely queen. just gonna eat you up…”

and he does. :(

eats your fat little pussy like a man starved - huge claws breaking into the nest he’s made below you so they don’t tear into your thick thighs instead.

monster!iwa has no technique, he doesn’t need any. :(

has a tongue so long it slobbers on your clit while reaching deep, deep inside your walls.

a constant squelchsquelchsquelch and unceasing suckling noises echo around as he only takes breaks to say “sweetest fuckin’ pussy,” “that’s m’ goddess - stretch nice and wide…” before spitting on the overstimulated bundle of nerves and starting again.

you must’ve cum four times by the time he stops, wings, antennae and body twitching and twittering barely able to make a coherent noise - pussy lips still convulsing after minutes on end.

monster!iwa is so big you can feel him deep, deep in your tummy when he thrusts his cock in.

promises to start with the tip but your gummy walls are so addictive, so sweet and drippy around his bulbous tip that he can’t resist and lets out a choked roar as he bottoms out inside you.

*sniffle* trying to grip the hardened scales on his shoulders. :((

trying to kick or fly or do something, anything to get the pressure out because it’s so fat inside you but you’re immobilized - by his weight on top of you, his tail wrapping behind you - pulling you into him

his monstrous, long tongue delving inside your mouth forcing you to suck on the slippery muscle as your pussy sucks in his cock ☹️

the obscene sounds your little cunt makes reverberate around the room, mingling with high-pitched whines and breathless moans

“that’s my pretty little moth. my cute little queen.” he smirks, practically able to see the thoughts leave your brain; there’s nothing but him, him, him

and fuck, you’re so small. so delicate. chubby and soft with the most beautiful wing and eyes. gone is your usual bubbly smile - just your perfect lips letting out tiny gasps.

he growls like an animal when you mutter, barely coherent.

“look ‘t me. look ‘t your king - open your eyes and say it louder.”

and so you do, because he’s the king of the monsters and he’s filling you too well for you to disobey.

“wan’ your eggs hajime, pleaseeee - wan’ your babies!”

and he bares his sharp teeth with a vicious smirk at the thought of you heavy with his hybrid heir, breasts milky and full - your plump little form unable to do anything ‘cept waddle ‘nd cry for your big kaiju husband to help you. ☹️

of your plump little form unable to do anything ‘cept waddle ‘nd cry for your big kaiju husband to help you. ☹️

oh, he’s addicted.

#queen sem😩😩😩 #I am the world’s biggest godzilla fan he was made for me. #also check out my post about kaiju no 8 for more monster!iwa #monster!iwa #tw monsterfucking #tw hybrids #hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #smut #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer #mothzilla #kirby’s asks🌸 #x plus size reader #x chubby reader #x black!reader

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Supersons +1 prompt answer Parte Dos

Parte Uno

Original Prompt

Jon couldn't help but take a peek at the large metal ring constructed behind the massive form of Dr Fenton, its size and shape dwarfing man and son. He couldn't watch for much longer, however, as their encounter with Daniel was expedited by Damian's impatience. Maybe he was just itching for a fight, or a supervillain to beat down. Either way, as Superboy, it was his job to make sure Daniel walked out with all his limbs intact!

"Daniel Fenton." But Damian was interrupted just as fast as he had started.

"Ew, no, it's Danny thank you very much. Only my parents when they're angry, and- bleh- Vlad, call me Daniel."

Damian scowled (he was doing that a lot today). "Daniel Fenton, we have some questions for you."

"Guess that's not gonna happen."

Time to intervene. Jon stepped between Damian and Danny, arms outstretched, with a friendly but diplomatic smile. "What Damian here means is we're suuuuper curious about your dad's research, aren't you Damian?"

"...Yes."

"If you wanna know more about my Dad's research, why don't you uhh." Danny bobbed his head at Mr Fenton's direction, the man in the midst of grabbing onto an unfortunate bystander and extolling the virtues of his next invention.

"Your father has proven lacking in his ability to explain his own work, which is why the responsibility now falls on to you, Daniel Fenton, if that's even your real name."

Wow, laying it on real thick, aren't you Damian.

Danny very pointedly ignores the death stare (hehe, death stare) from Dami to look to Jon. "And you are...?"

"Jon, I'm here with my dad too! He's a reporter, but some of this stuff's got me bored out of my mind. I mean, a flying toilet? Really??"

This manages to get a chuckle out of Danny. "You saw that too? And here I thought I'd get to see some normal inventions around here."

"I know right! I feel subconscious even with bathroom stalls and stuff. What are you gonna do, bring a flying curtain?"

"Honestly I know some folks back home who could find it handy." Danny said, a mysterious smirk on his lip. What could be so mysterious about a bunch of streakers back home? Or...

"Would you like to elaborate on that statement, Fenton?" Damian cut in. "Or the function of the garish-looking gateway erected by your Father?"

"Oh that? That's the Fenton PortaPortal."

"Porta what?" Jon asked.

"The Porta Portal. Portable Portal. It's like the one back home, 'cept it's light enough to move around."

"Portal to where exactly?"

Danny shrugs. "The Ghost Zone, where else?"

"You mean to say your parents have breached the afterlife using science?"

"Hah!" Danny laughs. "But it won't work, trust me." There was that knowing grin again.

"You seem pretty sure, Danny. Also wait, you have one of these back home?"

"Yeah, and it let in the raging hordes of the undead on my town. Overshadowing (that's possession btw), taking over the school with meat, box-based assault, replacing people like changelings, that one time a ghost tried to blow up my sister with a laser, that one time the Ghost King kidnapped the entire town and transported it to the Realms..." Danny listed out various dangerous situations like it was Tuesday, ignorant of the dawning horror upon his audience's faces. Jon himself was starting to feel a little green. Ghosts? Hundreds of ghosts? Each of them capable of possession, and according to Danny, much more?!

"How has the Justice League not heard of this kind of thing?" Jon tried, but failed to hide the slight shiver in his voice.

Danny shrugged. "Guess they dismissed our calls as pranks or something."

"Your father wishes to unleash the legions of undead upon Gotham?!" Damian stepped forward, getting up in Danny's face.

"Woah woah woah, chill out man. Mom and Dad actually learned from the last time and built like eight layers of shielding around the portal, not that it'll be necessary since it won't work anyway."

"And why are you so sure? Did you sabotage it? For whwat purpose would you tamper with your own parents' inventions?"

"Dami, maybe we shouldn't jump to conclusions." Jon said, trying to pull Damian away without any obvious use of super strength.

"Yeah Dami, I'm just a kid, like you. You see an engineering degree anywhere that can be used to sAboTAgE anything? 'Cause I don't."

Damian glared at the other boy for just a second longer, before Jon was finally able to pry him off the poor kid. "I'm so sorry, Damian's just kinda intense sometimes, he really means well I-"

"It's fine. Besides, I'm bored as hell over here too. Since we're about sixty-nine million years below the average age of this place. what say we hang and laugh?" Danny got up and stretched his legs.

"Sure! Hey you seen the oven that's supposed to bake pizza in under ten seconds? Come on, Damian spotted this amazing design flaw, you just have to come with."

As Jon dragged them away, Damian muttered under his breath, deviously. "Good job, Kent, escorting Fenton to a secondary location for further questioning."

~~~~~ They spent the next hour roaming the convention centre, laughing and snorting their lungs out at the inventions, and the rich suckers lapping them up. Although Damian was initially as frosty as Superman's ice breath, Danny's mention of a glowing green ghost dog managed to gain his attention, if veiled behind suspicion and accusation. Looks like no squeezing was necessary, but the idea of a whole town of magical beings that possessed as easily as they breathed still made Jon nauseous.

"My parents actually get me keep him, without the threat of dissection, it's amazing!"

"Your parents dissect animals?" Damian spat out with all the hatred of a thousand dying suns.

"Ghosts, and they never have. Kept getting away. For some reason. Nowadays they're more into non-invasive study. and by non-invasive I mean totally invasive of things like privacy, and alone time." Danny grumbled.

"I feel you, man." Imagine having a dad with super hearing. Or growing up with the world's greatest stalkers.

"Privacy is an illusion." Damian being normal challenge IMPOSSIBLE

They had no more time to banter before Dr Fenton's booming voice echoed across the centre.

"AND NOW FOR THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR, THE SHOWCASE OF THE FENTON PORTAPORTAL AND THE LATEST IN FENTON SURVEILLANCE TECHNOLOGY, BEHOLD!"

"Just watch." Danny said.

Jack slammed his fist upon the on button, which was thankfully on the outside this time. The circular rings around the portal spun and spun, creating an electric whirring sound building up to a crescendo...

Only for the portal to fizzle out, as the crowd's jeers reached a fever pitch.

"Told you so."

Danny's triumph lasted not for another minute, however, when his body shivered and a cold mist broke through his lips. "Shit." He muttered. At least Jon and Damian were looking away. Danny's eyes scanned the crowd. Jack Fenton's sorrow was wiped away as the sensors in his suit came to life. He whipped out a comically large ecto-gun, shouting. "I KNEW IT! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK FROM GHOSTS!!!"

Danny needed look no longer as piercing laughter filled the auditorium. A swarm of green bats descended upon the centre, causing chaos and confusion. Those among the crowd sensible enough to run for the exits found themselves halted by bars locking them shut. Jack opened fire, but was overwhelmed by dozens of ghost bats.

Danny looked for anywhere he could silp away and transform. Damian and Jon did the same. None of them could an opportunity, as two pairs of hands swept them off their feet, and bindings tied them together. Their eyes widened as they gazed upon their captors. Two men adorned with white face paint. One in a gothic waistcoat, the other with green hair and a purple suit.

The infamous Joker, and the not as infamous Freakshow, both in hysterical laughter.

"I really gotta give it to you Danny-boy, that sabotage act you pulled really put us for a loop!" The Joker gasped out between laughs. He pulled out a remote with a large red button. "But I, the Joker, have out-sabotaged your sabotage! AHAHAHAH"

The Joker pressed the buttom, causing the portal to roar back to life.

"Damian!" Bruce Wayne yelled.

"Jon!" Clark Kent shouted.

"DANNY BOY!" Jack cried out, but they were too late to stop the swarm of bats carrying all three boys through the newly reactivated portal, and were too late to follow before the whole thing blew to pieces in a fiery halo.

To be continued....

#dpxdc #dcxdp #danny phantom x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #crack #prompt answer #jon kent #jack fenton #damian wayne #shenanigans #supersons #ghost zone #infinite realms #good parents jack and maddie #we need more good parents content where they still try to shoot danny #it needs to happen #i am an amateur writer plz forgive me #I am a stoopid so sowwy for any OOC ;-;

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

can i ask for literally any type of fluff romantic with sodapop? i’m in desperate need for that lol. hope your have an amazing day xx :)🫶🏻🫶🏻

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A/N: Thanks for the request! It's not my best work, at least I don't think so, but I really hope you enjoy it! And by the way, you've got such a pretty blog! Very nice to look at!

“You love me, right?”

Y/N looks up warily, folding their magazine in their lap. Those words, especially coming out of Soda's mouth, can never mean anything good. Slowly, as Sodapop approaches, Y/N pulls their feet back from where they had kicked them up on the front counter. “What did you do?”

“Nothing!” Sodapop flashes that movie star smile and leans back, hopping up next to the cash register. He kicks his feet in the air and smiles a little harder than he should be.

“Liar.”

The smile falters.

“I may...or may not have...told Darry that you’d be willing to cook dinner for the boys while he was out with his college buddies.”

“Sodapop Curtis, you didn't!”

His deep brown eyes drop to the floor, shoulders hunching as he draws his hands to his lap and fiddles nervously with his fingers. “I didn’t mean to, I swear, it just slipped out.”

Y/N sighs and reaches up, pinching the spot between their eyebrows. Dinner for the boys. Dinner for all of the boys. That’s a lot of mouths to feed. Especially if the boys are hungry from doing God knows what all day long.

“Everyone’s gonna be at your house?” Y/N asks after a moment in a quiet voice, not yet looking over at Sodapop. Even without looking, they can practically see the way he’s nodding, thrilled with the possibility of Y/N going along with his mistake.

“Yeah! Everybody! They’re gonna be there around six! ‘Cept for Dally, he might be a little late ‘cause he said he had somethin’ to take care of with Shepard."  

With a dramatic sigh, Y/N lets their hand drop and nods as if they’re signing away their life and not just cooking dinner for a bunch of hungry boys. “I’ll do it.”

Sodapop beams. It’s brighter than his standard movie star smile, not so forced in the corners, and lights up all of his face, all the way up to his eyes. Y/N likes it a lot better than his movie star smile. Soda leans in to press a few short kisses to their cheek, murmuring grateful remarks against their skin.

When he pulls away, the smile is still there.

"I'm gonna go call, Dare," Soda murmurs as he slides of the counter, his hand grazing over the edge of Y/N's knee as he heads for the back of the DX. "You’re the greatest!”

“Yeah,” Y/N mutters with a pleased huff, kicking their feet back up and opening their magazine again as Soda walks away. “I am the greatest.”

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders x reader #dillo’s writing #sodapop curtis #sodapop curtis x reader #via 252

[via-the-cryptid]

one of you, I don’t remember who but if it was you then here you go, mentioned Ellie befriending Ace. it took me a minute to realise that you probably meant the psychic little girl and not the pirate, but… now that I think about it, that’s actually a really good idea.

first off, I’m going to start by saying that I barely remember anything about Ace except hat she was super psychic, scared the Joker shitless once (good for her), and I think ended up dying as a result of her powers overloading her brain. I also remember Batman stayed with her until she died, but past that, nothing! so if my interpretation of her is off, well, that ain’t Via’s problem.

picture this: Ellie, approximately 14 in physical terms, only been alive for like a year or two. it’s post-Portal Incident II: The Reckoning, so her body is stabilized but her powers are going bat-crazy. she’s alone in an unfamiliar city with far too many restless spirits, being chased by actual supervillains, and she’s scared. maybe she ducks into an alley or hides in an abandoned building, and maybe one of those spirits was watching.

it’s been a long time since anything has caught Ace’s attention in the mortal realm. she likes to check in from time to time, see what’s happening as the world moves on without her, but it’s useless to linger over what she can’t affect. in the end, it only ever makes her miserable.

but sometimes, she can’t help but watch. sometimes, like today, she sees another little girl in trouble. she thinks, ‘she’s like me’, and she needs to know that this girl makes it through the night. even if she doesn’t, Ace still has enough power in death to show her a good dream before another ghost is added to Gotham’s countless number of lost souls. she follows the girl into the building, watches as she curls up in the corner, out of sight and barely there.

and then she looks straight at Ace.

“Did you want something?” Ellie asks, and she doesn’t break eye contact with the spirit floating in the doorway, even as her eyes go wide. “If you have unfinished business, I might be able to help, y’know, so long as you’re not trying to cause trouble.”

“You can see me.”

“Sure can. Kinda hard not to, your outfit’s pretty distinct.”

It’s the outfit she died in. Ace doesn’t really want to wear it anymore, not when she’s so far removed from that era of her life, but it isn’t like she knows how to.

“So,” Ellie says, “what’s your deal? Are you just here to watch it are you picking a fight? ‘Cause I’ll warn you, I don’t know how to play poker and everyone else so far has refused to reach me.”

Ace blinks. “I’m not here to fight with you.”

“Okay, cool. Are you… here to fight someone else?”

“No. I was watching you.”

“Well, that’s a bit unsettling.”

“You were alone, and you looked cold. I had to make sure you weren’t going to die in here.”

“Again?” Mutters Ellie, and Ace’s expression snaps from intrigued to guarded in less than a second.

“What does that mean?” She asks, glaring right at Ellie, and the other girl grimaces.

“Did not mean to say that one out loud. Okay, so hi, I’m Ellie, and basically I’m dead—”

“What? No, you’re not. I would be able to tell if you were dead.”

“Half-dead, then. I was a clone OFA guy who was half human and half ghost, ‘cept I was falling apart, so I decided to fix it by doing the same thing he did to become half-ghost, and I ended up standing inside a portal to the Ghost Zone while it was opening. Make sense so far?”

Ace’s jaw is dropping, but she can’t seem to find it in herself to care. “Half-dead.”

“Oh, we’re still stuck on that, then. Basically, if you— actually never mind, I don’t really know how it works. I can turn from ghost to human, if that helps.”

“How?” Ace whispers. “You said you were… falling apart. And a clone. And half-dead.”

“Well, now I’ve got two out of those three, since I fixed the first problem. Do you want to maybe sit down or something? This is gonna be a long story if you want the whole thing.”

Yes, she absolutely does. Ace float across the room and settles in next to Ellie, folding her knees up to copy the other girl’s pose. “My name is Ace.”

“Nice to meet you, Ace. I’m Ellie. Wait, I think I said that already.”

Somewhere on the other side of Crime Alley, unknowing of the two girls hidden away in a long-forgotten corner, Edward Nygma slams his head down on the desk as he once again fails to pinpoint the location of the mysterious white-haired girl.

#dani phantom #danielle phantom #danny phantom #dc comics #ellie phantom #ace batman #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #edward nygma #the riddler #Gotham Ghost AU

[snackugaki]

... my ass actually got like 6+ images deep before realizing i hadn't posted shit-- oops

my tmnt  iteration (where everyone made it past their 20s, splinter’s alive just old, venus is here, and they deserve some goddamn respite and shenanigans)

tmnt  iteration part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10

tmnt  iteration omake 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

lny visit 1 | 2

IDW spoilers below, teeechnically Mirage & Next Mutation spoilers too ig?

blah blah blabbering because that's one of the many things you can do on tumblr.com

bloopity bloopin, turtles all being traded on the black market as pets, medicine, or decor to be... "prepared". 'cept Jennika, keeping her IDW origin because it's badass and I like it. eco vigilantes freed them one fateful night, same night someone(s) stole some mutagen for a rival company to TGRI, boom collided in their getaway routes, away floated Venus just like in NM and some others who lalala may or may not be some mutanimals

playing mostly with coloring, Rise introducing markings is such a nice and refreshing change from the all sam green turtle, different bandana color turtles I grew up with. fanon taking that concept and applying it in conjunction with actual turtle colorings also scratches my visdev brain node just so

hm... still fiddling with their plastrons... Venus' and Jennika's are fine though

Leo

funky li'l ringed map turtle

can't see it but, he got them little ridgey-spikies on his shell

christ, I'm finding a way to attach Iris symbolism to him, either through markings or something else

Iris in hanakotoba is... basically all Leo; nobility, bravery, honor, courage, heavy samurai association

5'2"

Raph

McCord's or Amboina box turtle idk idk idk can't choose

stuck on coloring him with a scale mail feeling to match the box turtle photos I found

....I needa draw him beefier, he can stand to be beefier

5'6"

Donnie

literally just googled which turtles exhibit the highest INT, wood turle consistently listed plus some have funky geometrically patterned/shaped shells

tossing on how do the plastron coloring, really liking the dark spots on it

probably keep the lightened belly/inner limb coloring

...probably... lol idk

5'8"

Mikey

my perfect chonky boy, no notes except he (and his brothers) need plastron do-overs

and now i am stuck with the heart-on-his-sleeve marking

canon 2 my iteration it is done

he gets to be the slider this go round, if just 'cuz he's technically the first born (in terms of creating TMNT and its story and world)

let him have the fluttering, finger drumming on everything and everyone because he's bursting with "i love you" energy anyway

5'4"

Venus

"my pretty daughter" iykyk

sea turtle as per last couple iteration posts

cultivator instead of "shinobi"

"i aM ShiNObi"... guh, just, I dunno, the term "cultivator" wasn't really known back in '98 like that, but she had the medicine box, she worked to learn how to throw a fireball at Vam Mi, she was pleased at her progression when she defeated the counterspell from the staff of Bu Ki. that's cultivator shit right there.

she's still a pugilist more than a iron fan user

looks up to April like a big sister, speaks canto and hakka with her

cuz she's still a linguist scholar like in Next Mutation so duh she speak all the languages (to an extant, she has a lot of studying left to go after all)

the greenified hawksbill coloring is growing on me...

still needa futz more with the plum flower motif on her

also figure out her huadian situation or just scrap it idkidkidk

her bandana + 50% green coloring is also growing on me....

5'10"

Jennika

technically also ringed map turtle since it was Leo who gave her the blood transfusion

I like the idea of bringing her Blaschko's lines to the forefront post-mutation but just... it's a lot of stripes. and goddamnit I ain't even gonna go deep into much of anything with the comics I just... can't not world build rip me

6'0"

April

still so tickled at April being closer to the turtles' ages in these new reboots and fascinated how it's played out

...but mine is a clean 44 yo, so. (turtles in late 30s)

Laird originally conceived April as an asian woman in his notes, Eastman drew her as a biracial woman he was dating at the time (April Fisher) and... idk what to tell y'all, people are running around being mixed in this world all the time, Brooklyn got hella Jamaican/Chinese so there you go

can speak canto and hakka

April being a "weirdo" as I've seen mentioned in Rise can stay, I'm picking that, that's a great trait to her character, big fan of Poly Styrene, loved Rachel True in The Craft

where "weirdo" is just she's into alt subculture and being in New York... she got her hands everywhere in those scenes

She and Chu Hsi get to have the most shoujo fuckin' romance because it's cute

and she's still a living drawing which I'm changing around a bit being why she felt like a "weirdo" and leaned towards subcultures and the turtles, she did eventually begin to destabilize but Venus stabilized her by trapping her in a scroll so she could work on a solution. ...where she has a long, happy relationship with Chu Hsi in the painted world scroll because lol time dilation

saw somewhere on the hellsite that the tooth gap is passed around every iteration... so April gets to have it

5'7"

Irma

i'm not ashamed to say I just reupholstered Nadia from Russian Doll

87 Irma went through a lot so she can have some dry wit and humor and be fly as fuck, big hair, big glasses, and a big attitude

still besties with April

likes moths, they're just neat little guys with rabbit ears iykyk

there is a very specifc size of her hair I am battling to keep consistent the problem it never feels big enough

says "fuhgeddaboutit" and has yelled that she is, in fact, "walkin' here,"

... she might also have a little bit of Myrtle from AHS: Coven sprinkled in now that I'm thinking about it to sum her up

she knows somebody who knows somebody who knows somebody for any random thing you could want to try to find

all the delis and bodegas know her

discusses plot lines from soap operas with Splinter on weekends, they get heated

5'5"

... god all this and I was just gonna have them play spades and play a round of pickup street ball in silly little comics

#if you know my timezone #and you see me posting this #stop snitching #what are YOU doing at the devil's sacrament #leave me to my demon hours #i should probably try melatonin though... #cuz this shit ain't working #how am I fuckin' alive??? #spite #things tasting good #turtles #general nerd shit #and don't worry king #they still love your boys in the AU-verse #visdev is my enrichment activity #my dumb ass just happily knocking these out and not posting #cuz i was distracted by the euphoria of creation #hhh i needa push my shapes more #they can be crunchier

[charmixpower]

what are your hc's when it comes to the specialists hobbies? (+Nabu)

i'm kinda sad we don't really know a lot about them.

YEAH!!! Or if we know their hobbies, WE NEVER GET TO SEE THEM ENJOY THEM??? Unless ur Helia. Pretty people privilege

Sky

Listen, I need you to look at Erendor and Samara and tell me if Sky has a life or any real time for hobbies. The answer is no he does not

Listen dragon equestrian is a thing that exists in the magic dimension and he loves it do not argue with me this man loves it. Riding a dragon and doing tricks, what more could you want out of a sport???

He also spends so much time teaching Lady tricks you'd think he was entering her into a competition. He's not, he is simply having fun

Sky really likes running, and walking. With or without Lady, he is content to run around with this thoughts. It's his favorite form of exercise

I think Sky would enjoy at least some of the royalty approved activities pushed on him, like riding horses and dragons obviously, but also dancing. (Though he would hate learning how to play an instrument or something that required sitting without movement)

I think he'd like the fake duel's and mock battles like fencing over real combat but that's just my version of Sky that lives in my head talking

I don't think Sky is really snobby about anything that isn't tea. Does he argue with other people about which tea tastes the best? Maybe. It's like part because he and Diaspro have opposite tastes in tea and they will argue about anything, part because tea was the only meal he wasn't being hovered over because it's supposed to be a bit more informal than a real meal, half because magix doesn't have all that good tea options

Brandon

He suffers from has no life syndrome too but worse actually bc he's had a government job at 17!!!

Does crafting and maintaining an Instagram presence count as a hobby? I mean I do this as a hobby so I'm gonna say it counts. Making thinking your hot into a hobby, I wish I were him

I have no clue if Brandon genuinely enjoys weightlifting or gymnastics or if he does it because it's literally required of him but I DO think he'd enjoy exercise in general. Like?? He's getting hotter, better able to handle situations, AND it makes him feel great. 10/10 he loves it

I think Brandon would enjoy calligraphy. I have like multiple friends who are on their handwriting bullshit and Brandon would absolutely be one of these people. He'd write exclusively in fancy capital letters while pretending to be Sky, but he also like genuinely knows calligraphy and enjoys it. No one knows cept Sky until Stella wants to write something formally and he writes it for her

Brandon is way too chill of a person, and while I think he's like naturally good at controlling his emotions I also think he does SOMETHING for mindfulness. Reads self help books, does meditation, something that helps him stay so fucking chill all the time

On that topic I also think Brandon likes psychology, like the "why do people act the way they do?" side. Just a little bit, he gets along with way too many insane people to not have at least a little idea

Timmy

He's the least interesting specialist to me in canon so he's where I'm on my bullshit. Listen man we don't need TWO computer wizs, we can have one computer genius and an engineering nerd. For the sake of everyone around Tecna not being the exact same as her AND for my enrichment

Timmy is obsessed with their air crafts. He can talk for HOURS about types of planes, the Owl assigned to their squad is literally his fucking baby and Riven is NOT allowed to pilot it EVER. He lost his mind just a little bit when he's got to pilot a Hawk with Helia, he was so excited. This is definitely his main hobby and why he's in the RF air force track instead of the engineering track, he WILL fly and nothing will stop him

If Legos exist in the magical dimension he's obsessed with them and makes the most insane builds and you know I'm right

Riven absolutely gets Timmy into lock picking. Lock picking is just a logic puzzle that also has a real life application and they spend so much time trying to pick difficult locks when they need a no think thing to do

And speed running, all the specialists have a tendency to just watch him play a video game stupid fast and it's group bonding

Shooting is a sport and one that Timmy enjoys immensely

Riven

Reading. No I'm so serious he's the character shown holding a book the most often. This man reads. Tbh he's probably reading about types of magical animals that specialists are called in to deal with, and their behaviors. That and like lists of forgeable plants

Riven also sews and makes his own clothes! Like it's a restoration thing but also Riven just likes fashion and has very specific ideas for clothes so he just makes them himself.

Riven is the most passionate about sword play and combat. Like it's genuinely fun for him, I think if everyone was set loose they'd drift away from being in the military except Riven. This is his passion. Survivalist stuff is also a huge passion of his. It's his concentration at RF I will never shut up about that hc. His dream job is dealing with magical animal threats in the wilderness, everyone thinks he's just a little insane

That and podcasts. Oh my god the podcasts Riven would have listened to in middle school, cringe worthy, they're EXACTLY what your thinking and it's terrible. Thankfully he listens to calming podcasts and like educational podcasts now, and the occasional true crime one

I'm not sure if lock picking is a hobby for him or if it's just something he HAD to learn, but he takes a lot of pride in it so I'm assuming it's a hobby. Riven likes logic puzzles and that's what lock picking is

Does Riven have an interest in photography or did he print off pictures from Musa's Instagram, the world may never know

Helia

We know the most about his hobbies. Painting, origami, and poetry. Helia is well and truly vibing, and by that I mean I bet you he spends hours agonizing about every detail <3

He probably also has a bullet journal, it's the vibes, do you understand where I'm coming from?

I think Helia would be super into general DIY in every area and at one point he gets Timmy into helping refurbish a chair he found, sometimes he just wants to work on something and that something is a chair he picked up off the curb

Helia definitely picked up how to use his string gloves for fun and to have a body active hobby and he loves it? I think Helia would really enjoy doing things that challenge him and he has the most esoteric weapon so it fits

I also think Helia's glove string weapon is as much of a weapon as it can be used for string art? I think he'd like string art

Helia can parkour and that's on wanting to get the PERFECT angle for his reference piece and know he's 40 ft in the air, Saladin slowly lost his mind when he adopted Helia after his parents died because the kid would not stop climbing on RF

Helia is also a chronic people watcher. At least 70% time when he's people watching he's also drawing them but sometimes he's too tired for that XD

Nabu

Learning about his hyper fixation magic. Listen this man will DEMOLISH a library in a week to learn about the intricacies of runic magic, he is vibrating in his shoes

Okay I know Timmy is the one who you'd assume would like this the most, but I think if you put a ttrpg in front of Nabu he'd fucking love it??? He would either spend 2 million hours world building as the DM or get way into role playing

I think Nabu spends a lot more time fucking around and having fun with his magic than most magic users. Like learning how to make small intricate beautiful things with his magic. I definitely think there would be an art form based around magic that Nabu would be super into that

Nabu absolutely is a history buff too. Like knows about ancient techniques for making things off the top of his head can list most major developments in each century when prompted history buff and I love him

He probably also has a rock collection, this man is autistic and we have rock collections. Sometimes the rocks are magically and that's always exciting

Nabu and Flora spending hours researching a random ass specific phenomenon and having the time of their lives

#winx club #rus chatters #winx headcanons #winx club headcanons #winx sky #winx brandon #winx timmy #winx riven #winx helia #winx nabu #winx specialists

[enid-rhees]

Ight so you mentioned about getting high with Enid, and it got me thinking...

Imagine Sophia didn't die. Lydia and Henry are there. And ofc, Carl.

Cept' they're all the same age right. And it's just all TWD teens getting to experience (sorta) typical teenage shit, ykwim?

Just playing silly games together, getting high, getting drunk, teasing Enid and reader, telling eachother some of their secrets, telling ghost stories, etc.

I hope this makes sense lol :)

i’m so in love with this request. Sophia held such a place in my heart :’)) i hope you enjoy! i’m definitely gonna try and do this request justice bc i have a vision in my head that i really wanna adapt into this story. 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

warnings: weed & alcohol. one sexual joke. (please smoke and drink responsibly !!!)

A/N: hope you all enjoy! and as always, requests are open! just read pinned to see all rules if you want to request 🫶🏻🫶🏻

“alright!” you shouted, the biggest smile on your face. you held up a case of beer, “guess who managed to sneak into Daryl’s stash?”

everyone cheered, making you laugh. Lydia ran up to you, “how did you manage to do that?!” she asked, looking at you with disbelief. “i have my ways,” you smirked.

you brought the case over to your small circle of friends. Carl, Enid, Sophia, Lydia and Henry. they were all here with you.

you sat next to Enid, pressing a kiss to her cheek as you handed her a bottle. “you practically risked your life for us,” she joked lightly. you shrugged, “i’ll find a new one for him.”

Lydia sat back down next to Henry. you watched with a soft smile as he wrapped his arms over her, kissing her head.

it was rare to have a night like this. so rare in fact that this is the first night you guys were able to finally all be together, acting like nothing bad was just right outside the gates of your home.

Enid tapped your shoulder, when you turned around she held out a handful of joints. your smile grew wider. “you’re the best girlfriend ever, do you know that?”

“i do.” she smiled cheekily. you pushed her shoulder. “guys! Enid brought some joints as well, we all get one each.” you announced. everyone gasped and reached to grab their own.

“this is seriously like, the best night ever.” Carl said, taking a sip of the beer. “i mean, we’ve never gotten to hang out like this together. if you think about it, it’s really the first time we’ve been able to act like… what we actually are. just teens.”

that’s all you guys were. teens who were forced into this broken world at such an early age. none of you got to grow up the way you were supposed to.

everyone was silent for a moment, taking in Carl’s words. “then let’s make the best of tonight.” Henry smiled, holding up his bottle of beer. you all agreed, clinking your bottles together. it felt like a cliche, but that’s what made it even better.

after everyone’s third beer, Carl sighed. “god, i remember the day this shit started.” he sighed. “my… mom rushing to pack my clothes, all of our pictures. before i really knew it, we have a camp by the quarry.”

“that’s where the three of us met.” Sophia said, pointing between you, her and Carl. “you guys met that long ago?” Lydia asked.

you all nodded, “yeah uh, Sophia was with her mom, Carl had his, i uh… lost mine already at that point, but Glenn found me in the woods. brought me back with him to their camp.”

“wow. so you guys have been through like… everything together.” Lydia said. “pretty much. yeah.” Carl chuckled.

at this point, everyone had started to feel the effects of the beer kick in. “okay, let’s play a game.” Enid said, clapping her hands. “if we want to get a true teen experience, we need to play something. like Never Have I Ever.” she said.

“that sounds fun.” you told her, “yeah! lets do it.”

“okay, rules, if you’ve done what someone asks you have to drink. for example, if i asked everyone if you ever fell into a pile of dead walkers and proceeded to stay there for five minutes because you were… comfortable… Y/N would take a drink.”

you stared at her, biting the inside of your cheek to hold back your laugh as everyone roared in laughter around you. “now why would you say that.”

“because you quite literally did that.” she responded. you pushed her shoulder again and took a sip of the beer. “okay, i have one.” you spoke up.

“uh oh.” Carl mumbled.

“never have i ever had a sex dream in front of half our group and proceeded to moan my name for three minutes straight.” Enid’s eyes widened as her face flushed red. “you did what?!” Sophia laughed.

“you are evil.” Enid told you. you smirked and shrugged, “take a sip, sweetheart.”

“okay, okay.” Carl said. you lit your joint, gesturing the lighter towards Enid to silently ask if she wanted hers lit too. she nodded and held out her joint for you to light it.

Carl’s mouth formed into a smirk, “never have i ever been late to a community meeting because i was too busy having sex with my girlfriend at eight in the morning.”

it was silent between the six of you, and then you and Enid slowly took a sip of your beers. “there’s no way.” Lydia said, staring at both of you with shock.

“i’m not appreciating the fact that we’re being targeted.” you said. “you guys started it.” Carl said. “okay, we need to think of something else before they expose everything about us.” Enid laughed, taking a hit from her joint.

“oh, i know what we could do.” Sophia said almost mischievously. “classic sleepover activity. ghost stories.” she proposed.

“oh yes. lets do it!” Lydia said. “i have one. i have literally never stopped thinking about it since it happened. you were there, Henry.” she started.

“remember the abandoned asylum we found?” she asked him. he thought for a moment before his mouth dropped open slightly. “oh yeah! that was so scary.”

everyone had started to light their joints as well, getting prepared for the stories. “it was a few months ago. me and Henry snuck out of Hilltop to just walk around. like how you and Enid do. we ended up at this really scary looking building that turned out to be an asylum.”

“where was it?” you questioned before she continued the story. “i think it was by the Target we used to go to for runs.” she answered.

“but anyways- we walked inside and this place instantly had a vibe to it that clearly was not welcoming. but we went further in anyways. there was this one room that we walked into, and Henry decided he wanted to try and summon something,”

Lydia gave Henry a look as she said that, and he put his hands up in defense, making you all laugh. “tell them what you did.” she told him.

“i uh,” he laughed. “i started to throw insults in the air. like ‘dumbass ghost’ and shit like that. and to be fair, i was pissing it off a lot. but um, after around five minutes i said something along the lines of ‘you’re too scared to face us” or some shit, and precisely two seconds after that, there was a vase that was behind us, it fell over and shattered completely.”

“famous last words.” you joked. “you forgot the other part.” Lydia told him. “the other..? OH!” Henry pulled his sleeve up, showcasing two scratch marks. “that also happened.”

all of your eyes widened, “what?!” Sophia yelled. “it scratched you?!” he nodded, laughing. “yeah, we got the hell out of there after that obviously. but yeah. do not go into that asylum. i can already see Y/N and Enid planning it.”

“oh fuck no. we are not going there.” Enid said, despite your whine. “but it sounds cool!” Enid shook her head, “you’re actually insane.”

everyone started talking amongst themselves, but you couldn’t help but take in all of your surroundings. your best friends sitting in yours and Enid’s house. the one that you owned together, which was something you never thought would ever be possible again.

you’d never thought you’d make it this far, and if you did, you figured you’d be miserable. but you’re not. everything was coming into place so perfectly. having a girlfriend you knew you couldn’t wait to marry, still having Carl and Sophia by your side throughout all of those years in the apocalypse, taking in Henry and saving Lydia. you finally had what you lost so many years ago.

there was no better feeling than the one you felt right now. maybe it was because you were drunk or high, but you wished this sense of euphoria would stay forever. you hoped you could all still be together like this years from now.

“hey,” Enid said softly, nudging your shoulder. “you’re out of it. what’s wrong?” she asked.

you smiled and shook your head. “nothings wrong. i’m just… really happy.” you admitted. “and god i love you. so fucking much.”

Enid giggled, leaning in to kiss your lips. “i love you too, pretty. so, so much.” you hummed against her lips, “wish we can stay like this with everyone forever.”

“then let’s do it.” she said. “it will always be us. forever.”

“forever.” you repeated. “yeah. that sounds good.” you smiled, leaning in to kiss her once more, ignoring everyone’s fake gags and groans.

#enid rhee #enid twd #enid rhee x reader #enid rhee x fem!reader #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #twd #carl grimes #sophia peletier #henry sutton #lydia twd

[starlightshadowsworld]

How do you think the V3 cast would feel about their pregame selves if they were in the same room with them? (mainly Shuichi because at the least the fans gave him a personality. Like...I don't know if it's canon, but it's something to work with)

I know pretty much nothing about the pregame characters.

Cept Kaede.

Soo... These are all my headcannons.

.

Kaede: Creeped out, is just like "I wouldn't say that."

I feel like Pre Kaede just teases her for being "soft and pathetic."

Mimics what she says in a high pitched squeaky voice.

.

Shuichi: Both just stare uncomfortably for a while.

Before Pre Shuichi, noticing Shuichi's hair, straightens up and asks if his pitch to take out Kaede worked.

Shuichi, horrified shoots all that down that he would never.

Pre Shuichi just rolls his eyes like "God your lame, it's just a game man. And now, I'm the star of it."

Shuichi just slowly shakes his head and leaves to find his friends.

.

Kaito: Pre game Kaito is cocky, loud and even more boisterous than Kaito.

Keeps asking what their earnings are but Kaito doesn't know what he's saying.

It's a bit off putting but they appear to get along.

.

Kokichi: Pre game Kokichi is a nerd about the show.

Kokichi is slowly getting answers out of his more serious counterpart.

Both keep talking about how cool Monokuma is...

And everyone's thinking of ways to seperate em.

Kirumi: Pre game Kirumi just kinda looks at Kirumi like dirt. Just ugh they made me the maid?

Kirumi smiled politely... And murderously.

.

Gonta: Both cinnamon rolls, both gentleman.

Pre is more articulate but they are both bonding.

It's adorable.

.

Miu: The opposite of Kaede, Pre Miu is a sweetheart so she's getting teased by Miu for being "a soft prude with no tits."

Keebo likes her well enough, to Miu's annoyance.

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Angie: Pre just looks at Angie in annoyance like "... I made one mention of my god and they made it my whole personality...."

.

Korekiyo: Pre instantly quizzes him on various topics in anthropology.

Just to make sure he's as smart as him.

They have fun with it...than Korekiyo mentions sister and Pre looks at him all werid.

"I don't have a sister..."

Awkward.

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Tenko: Pre takes one look at her and just walks away.

Mumbling about needing to have some words with the development team... Because what is that?

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Himiko: Himiko just takes a nap and Pre just nods, mood and takes a nap as well.

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Rantaro: Both get on pretty well.

Rantaro makes the mistake of asking why Pre would do this...more than once.

"For my family man, they're all watching me follow my dreams."

And Rantaro is both aw but also... Tf kind of dreams u having boy?

.

Keebo: Keebo was excited to meet his Pre self but... He's very rudemantary.

Can't really say much other than a few phrases so... Its just a bit awkward.

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Maki: Pre Maki finds Kaito annoying and hates the whole romance plot shoved in.

Just rants about it but she's happy they let her be a kick ass assassin "and not some dumb child carer."

Maki is just silently listening, couldn't get a word in even if she tried.

Is pissed about the not liking Kaito thing.

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Ryoma: Just silently vibe with each other.

Tsumugi: Both squeal when they see each other.

Clasping hands and whispering details, just all excited and secretive.

"Wait don't tell me, you're gonna write unheard lines.

"You know it!"

Pre is very happy with Tsumugi, and the more extroverted of the duo.

Both are just fangirling each other.

#Danganronpa #Danganronpa v3 #Pregame characters #kaede akamatsu #rantaro amami #tenko chabashira #tsumugi shirogane #ryoma hoshi #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #maki harukawa #kaito momota #Keebo #miu iruma #himiko yumeno #korekiyo shinguji #angie yonaga #kirumi tojo #gonta gokuhara #I tried

[mhbcaps]

I got tagged again for this by @chevvy-yates :3 thank you!

OC INTERVIEW: Sanctuary Zelenko & Joey Armas

▪ NICKNAME:

"Named myself Sanctuary after my favorite cologne, back when I was twenty. Company went under a year later, and then someone drank the rest of the only bottle I had. You remember Axis, baby?"

"That dumb piece of shit? Wait, that why you scrapped with him? Over the cologne?"

"Yeah. That's how I ended up with this. Couple people called me Zipperface for months."

"I 'member that. Won't lie, I thought it was pretty funny."

"'Course you did. Answer the question."

"Oh, my mama prob'ly named me Joseph or John or something but I've been Joey all my life."

▪ GENDER:

"I want you to guess."

"C'mon, I don't wanna be here forever. I'm a boy, and they're Sanctuary. 'f you try to make it make sense, your little head'll explode."

▪ ORIENTATION:

"I'm a man of many tastes."

"Nah, he likes anybody who looks like they'd grab his hips and make him beg. Isn't that right, baby?"

"Ain't denying. Hey, what're you squirming for? You asked the question, choom. We're just bein' honest."

▪ NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY:

"Born and raised here, but my parents both came from Ukraine. Don't really know what that makes me."

"You know more than me. Which is fuck-all, honestly. Whole family is dead now, though, so what's it matter? Sorry, 'm I makin' you uncomfortable again? Don't feel bad. Not like you killed 'em. Fuckers who did were taken care of years ago, don't worry."

▪ HEIGHT:

"Depends on what boots I'm wearin'."

"Flat, he's five-nine. And I'm five-eleven. I like to wear heels, though, so people look at me. Nothing gets someone's attention like a nice pair of heels. Or a big fucking knife."

"Yeah, I got the big fucking knife covered."

▪ STAR SIGN:

"Scorpio."

"I ain't even sure what my actual birthdate is. My citizen record says March twentieth but Mom always said she was just guessing. So that's, what, Aries or somethin'?"

"Not like it matters."

"Yeah, don't believe in that shit anyway."

▪ FAVE FRUIT:

"Ate a banana once. Real one. That shit was good."

"Where the hell'd you get a real banana?"

"Got a donor once who had a suite at the Highcourt, years back. Dub did her copycat thing and got in pretending she was a girlfriend experience or something. Stole everything she could carry. Not much, bitch had scrawny arms, but she got the fruit and some sweet threads."

"Don't remember that."

"Nah, it was right before we met. I remember, 'cause I was wearing the guy's underwear when we did meet."

"Do you still have the underwear?"

"No. Had to toss 'em after I got stabbed one time. Would've kept them 'cept that the bloodstain looked like I shit myself."

▪ FAVE SEASON:

"You think the twenty-degree flux we get counts as seasons? Well, it's winter, anyway. Shorter days, less sun."

"Fall. I make good money in the fall. Everyone's done partying for the summer, got their new implants, lookin' for glory on the streets."

▪ FAVE FLOWER:

"I dunno dick about flowers. I don't even know what kinds I got tattooed on me. Guess those would be my favorite, 'f I knew what they were called."

"I don't pay much attention to flowers, either."

▪ FAVE SCENT:

"Sanctuary. ...You didn't like it when we were talkin' about my "orientation" or whatever. Gonna really hate it if I go into detail about scent."

"I use pomegranate shampoo."

"Yeah, that's part of it."

▪ COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE:

"Don't like hot drinks. I'll drink lemonade, though."

"I used to drink coffee, but these days caffeine just fucks me up. I have enough headaches without it."

▪ AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP:

"Who keeps track? I'm a night owl, anyway."

"I try to get a reasonable amount in so I don't kill my patients."

▪ DOG OR CAT PERSON:

"I've never met a dog. Friend of mine has a cat, though, and I like her well enough, so that's one-zero in cats' favor."

"I like 'em both. Hunters and survivors, in their own ways."

▪ DREAM TRIP:

"Somewhere with a lotta trees. Grew up in the concrete jungle - a little more green'd be nice, y'know?"

"Yeah. I wouldn't mind visiting Ukraine. I don't know how much green is left, though - anywhere."

▪ NUMBER OF BLANKETS THEY SLEEP WITH:

"Two, so we each have our own and nobody's stealing it - baby, what are you doing?"

"Fuuuuuuuuck! My fuckin' fries are cold. 'Cause I've been sittin' here answering stupid questions. Are we done now?"

"We're done now."

▪ RANDOM FACT:

"I'm fucking hungry and now I gotta eat cold fries, that's a fact for you."

#sanctuary #joey #long post

[itsscromp]

Team initiation

Hey again everyone, Like I said in the previous post. This story will indicate a soft reboot of the first rocket story I have done. I really want to focus on the bond between the reader and Rocket. so without further ado, let's dive in :D. Word count:1.4K

It was hell right from the start, One simple bike ride home when you were 10 years old resulted you in getting kidnapped into space. Sold onto the black market and just tossed into a massively unknown world. Nevertheless, for 13 years you adapted and escaped for a life of your own on the colony of Knowhere. But apart of you yearned for a since of belonging, Friendship, family...

But all that changed one day when you were running away from Nova Corp, You stole some food and tech to feed on and sell for credits. But as you were running, you bumped into someone making you trip.

"Woah woah easy, you ok bud ??" The man then helped you up, He was... Human ??

"Spread out, they haven't got far" One Nova Corps officer called out.

The man then brought you away from the nova corps into a part of knowhere they wouldn't usually poke around.

"Wanna explain what that was all about ??" The man asked you as he fixed his jacket.

"It's not much its just food... and some stuff to sell..."

"Look theirs's more to this story pal, so I suggest you best start talking."

You rubbed your hands on your face sheepishly as you began to tell your story to the man. As he listened on, he couldn't help but feel pity and sympathy for you.

"I'm so sorry. I know this all too well, I was kidnapped from earth when I was 8 years old, If theirs anyone who knows this better than you it's me."

"Thank you... Sorry I didn't get your name"

"Oh sorry, Name's Peter Quill or you may know me as star lord ??" He puffed his chest out slightly.

"No... Sorry"

"Oh man, not even one mention ??"

You shook your head slightly. He said disappointedly, this always happens to him. "What's your name kid ??"

"Y/n, Y/n L/n"

"Nice to meet you y/n..." Peter than got a brilliant idea.

"Say y/n, how would you like to be a member of the guardians of the galaxy ??"

Your eyes went wide at the proposal.

"Oh, peter... I don't know..." You seemed a little unsure.

"What ??, It's gonna be awesome. We're a tight-knit family, even though we aren't blood-related. we always have each other's backs and I know you will make an amazing guardian." He smiled as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

You couldn't help but smile back. A new life, with amazing people. Maybe he was right, It could be worth while.

"Ok, I'll give it a shot"

"Oh y/n your gonna love it !!"

Peter then brought you back to the Milano, It was a pretty cool ship, You could hear music playing from the speakers of the ship.

"Redbone ??"

"Yeah, Surprise you have music taste dude." He smirked playfully ruffling your hair.

You chuckled as you then pulled out a device. Your dad's ipod.

"This was all from my dad..., this is pretty much all I have of him"

Peter's expression softened as he gently rubbed your back.

"I'm really and truly sorry y/n" He gently wrapped his arms around you into a hug, warm and comforting. Making you feel safe.

"Uh, quill who's the stowaway ??" A voice spoke up, almost in a Brooklyn accent.

"Oh right, y/n this is rocket"

You looked over and saw a walking talking raccoon.

"Your... a raccoon ??"

"Hey, I ain't no flarking raccoon !!!, Ain't no thing like me 'cept me !!" He sort of angrily yelled.

"Don't worry about him, But I would say I would advise calling him that again in the future."

"Noted"

"Alright, well rocket. y/n is our newest member of the guardians."

"Oh great another humie" Rocket rolled his eyes.

You wondered if he didn't like you, but Quill told you that he just had a bit of a snappy attitude. Upon letting you meet Groot, Drax and Gamora, he showed you your room.

"Well, here we have your room. It may not look like much right now but you make it yours alright ??"

You nodded as you looked around, sitting down on the bed.

He smiled and left you alone, this felt good. A new home and potential new friends. It was gonna be awesome.

Over the next few weeks, you continued to get to know everyone, Groot and Peter were the best ones of the lot. But you noticed Rocket was closed off and still a bit of a dick to you. It made you a bit sad as like he didn't want to know you at all.

But one day, all of that changed, Peter noticed how distant Rocket was from you and decided to change that. He knew you two would be best buds, He just knew it. So one day, he set up a mission for the two of you.

"Ok Rocket, y/n. I need you two to head out to Pazar and protect and stop abilisks from getting into their power supply. They said they'll pay us good if we stop the deal."

"Got it" You confidently smiled.

Meanwhile, Rocket grumbled and rolled his eyes. It looked like he wasn't too pleased with the idea. But never the less he pulled through, The two of you arrived at Pazar and prepared for the ongoing attack.

"What's our game plan here dude ??"

"We lay these traps out for when they arrive, and once they trip on them we go in for the kill to stop them." Rocket smirked as he then began to set up the traps.

"Maybe this could help too ??" You then pulled out a few devices.

"What are these ??"

"Wireless electric tripwires." You confidently said as you showed him.

Rocket inspected your device, No manufacturer numbers, no serial numbers. Was this custom-made??

"You make these humie ??"

"Yeah, I've been making a fair bit of those when I was 14."

"This ain't that bad. Could work"

The two then heard roaring and readied up as 3 abilisks showed up and then readied up, Gearing your weapons as you two then fought the monsters from eating the power supply. It was a long tough battle. But then rocket's aero rig malfunctioned and left him wide open to be eaten. But as he was backing away. He was pushed out of the way and saw you get eaten.

"Y/N !!!"

He continued blasting it until he killed it. But you... All those things he said to you. He didn't mean any of them, he wished he could say sorry.

But before he left he heard a noise, coming from the beast's belly. It blasted open as you then crawled out. Covered in yellow gunk.

"Oh, that was so gross..." You said in disgust.

"Y/n..." Rocket was relieved to see you alive. "Don't go doing anything stupid like that !!!" He said more in a fearful voice than an angry one.

"Rocket you were going to die, I wasn't going to let you."

At that moment, Rocket realised how deep your loyalty was to all the guardians. It made him realise that you were willing to sacrifice your life for his. This made him regret shutting you out.

"Y/n... I... I'm sorry for what I said to you, For everything... The thing is... I was scared"

"Why were you scared ??"

"I had a lot of bad things happen in my life, It makes me scared of people."

It took a little bit but you clicked everything once you figured it out, You gently went over and kneeled to his height, His ears drooped and his eyes showing so much guilt for hurting you.

"Rocket... I promise you in my life. With my life, I will never hurt you. I would hate myself If I ever did something like that, You're my friend. Family to be exact."

Rocket looked down for a bit and then wrapped his arms around your neck, hugging you. Not caring you were covered in the monster's insides. "Can we start over ??"

"Of course" You smiled

Rocket softly smiled as he then let go of the hug. Then smirking.

"Come on, let's head back. We need a shower, you mainly." He snickered

"Yeah, Let's go" You chuckled as you got up and headed back to the ship.

It was a rocky start from the beginning, But what happened then was now going to be the start of an amazing friendship.

Taglist: @callofdudes @raccoonfallsharder @mybelovedraccoon @rogertaylorswift @rocketenjoyer

#platonic #rocket raccoon #reader insert #rocket raccoon imagine #rocket raccoon x reader #Rocket raccon x reader platonic #gotg rocket #guardians of the galaxy imagine

[kirbyskisses]

kirby’s kinktober (eight)

virginity//reno

i don’t usually do author’s note but this is the longest thing I’ve written in two years if not ever?? so if you like it or the rest of my kinktober stuff i am BEGGING for you to reblog and comment. the algorithm doesn’t count likes. and as always minors/ageless blogs don’t interact. also, use lube and pee after sex, kids.

“virgin surgeon” reno who loves you and loves the idea of corrupting you, his cute inexperienced girlie.

reno who loves being the person to introduce you to pleasure you’ve never felt before, fingers stroking over your panties.

“god you’re soaking baby. you’ve really never had someone make cum before?” he gives a teasing smirk that makes you feel all sorts of embarrassment. despite the mischief in those green eyes, he coos with genuine affection, hand shifting softly across your cheek.

“aw. don’t worry baby, i’m just teasin’. i get it really. you’ve been busy being so amazing and badass, there’s never been a man or woman good enough to touch you. well,” he chuckles, “‘cept me, of course. and I…” he gets down onto his knees and starts kissing at your thighs as you stand, legs spread just a bit and hand covering your heated face.

“i am honored.”

his index finger hooks to your panties and pulls the thin covering to the side, exposing the way that just him rubbing his fingers onto your hard clit makes you drip.

“reno…”

“ssshhh. now. you ever made yourself cum?” he snickers, looking up at your face and his you gasp when his soft thin lips kiss the hard little bud.

“actually don’t answer that, baby. i like thinking that i get all your firsts - first orgasms included. now sit back on the bed baby.” he rubs your outer thighs as your trembling legs take a seat and attempt to cross.

“no, no, no. keep these open. and take your panties off. relax.” you do as he says because clearly he knows what he’s doing and he sticks his tongue out, letting you see the piercing in the middle as he twists his fingers into tiny circles around your slick covered core.

“reno-“

“mhm?” he responds, absentmindedly. he’s clearly more focused on leaving little closed mouth kisses on your now uncovered pussy and the skin of the thighs surrounding it.

“‘s not fair!” if his hands weren’t subduing your legs you’d be lightly kicking like a petulant child and he finds it adorable.

“all’s fair in love and war, baby girl. tell me, what’s the matter? ya scared?”

“n-no! you’re just… still in clothes and all focused on me. you should feel good too.”

he laughs. this time not in his usual teasing way but out of a genuine inability to reconcile your lewd intentions with just how?? damn?? cute??? you are.

“d-don’t laugh at me! you know i’ve never done this before.” you pout, almost closing your legs again before he rests his cheek on your thigh.

“i know cutie. it’s just… it’s so freaking adorable how much ya care.” he leans up to kiss you, not taking his gaze off of yours. “taste yourself on my lips? how juicy you are? getting to feel all those juices and all that heat on my dick from the girl i love,” he sighs as if he’s daydreaming, watching you yelp out as a thin, long finger finally penetrates your hole, “that’s gonna be enough for me to feel good.”

“y-you love me?” you question through bated breath as his finger explores inside you.

reno had never said it before to you or any girl who he’s dated or “helped” but now it seems all soft and genuine.

“ ‘course i do. don’t forget that, okay baby? i know you’re scared bc i’ve got experience but ‘m here to help you. to love you.”

he won’t say but he’s never been this slow and gentle before - nor has his teasing and praise been so genuine. partially out of love but partially because no other girl has caved to his touch like you or been so inexperienced.

virginal? yes. but not even having made themselves cum? with a pussy this pretty and soft? he wants to savor it. to savor you.

“and to love this pretty cunt. it’s so hard to hold back baby.”

“it is?” he can hear your voice change pitch when he slides another finger in, scissoring and swirling to prep and stretch you, changing pace with each of your moans.

“baby. if gettin’ you ready wasn’t so important, I’d want to sink my whole cock in and fu-“ he catches himself, “make love to your pretty body asap.”

you don’t even have time to react to the statement before his fingers touch that sweet little spot inside. you muffle a cry as he tortures and touches it faster.

“don’t. don’t hide such pretty noises.”

“reno!!”

“i know. i know that’s your spot right? an’ i’m the first to touch it.” there’s an almost maniacal glee in his voice.

“feels… feels weird!” your hips jerk and try to pull away but his other hand holds you, pushing you into the pleasure by the small of your back.

“cutie, breathe. It’s supposed to feel like that before you cum. you want me to make you cum, yeah? don’t run, i’ve got you.”

you nod, tears welling and a surprising mix of a moan and a whimper leaving your lips when his tongue plunges in, open mouthed kisses and sucking motion overwhelming your clit as you buck your hips into it.

“reno! reno -reno -reno!”

his cock hardens at your overstimulated cries but also at the thoughts on his head. holy shit - if your cunt is this juicy and tight on his tongue and fingers, he’d get fucking addicted to how it feels on his growing cock.

those thoughts came to fruition the second your fingers pull him off by his soft red hair. his eyes meet your teary ones and he almost feels a pit in his stomach - please don’t be crying. please don’t tell him to stop.

“r-reno. no more.” you sniffle.

fuck. no. did he fuck up? he fucked up and ruined his chance. perhaps even your relationship -

“wanna cum for the first time on your…your… your c-cock…”

reno who feels his heart flutter at that. who can’t hide the intense grin as he pins your down. at seeing your innocent lips struggle to even say “cock.”

you weren’t crying because he’d done something wrong - but because he was doing it all too right. you were heaving and shaking from making him pull away. ruining your own orgasm.

which, he chuckles to himself as he undresses, is probably what you’d been doing since the first time you’d tried to make yourself cum.

“hold your legs back. yeah like that. keep it nice and wide open for me. that way it’ll slide in nice and deep. with how wet you are it’ll go in nice and easy. i’ll even start you little by little - gonna treat this pussy so well.”

he whispers in your ear, grinding on your wet, sloppy core. even just talk you through it is taking all of his self restraint.

-

reno’s a liar.

he was right that it doesn’t hurt because of the excess of lubricant you’ve provided him, but he barely takes it little by little.

it feels like mere seconds between him pushing in the head of his cock and sinking balls deep.

“holy shit!” his eyes widen. he’s taken virginities before but never has anything sucked him in, so plush and perfect and soaking him. he almost cums on entry, ruining any chance of fully going slow when he touches your g-spot, the bundle of nerves making you seize and trap him in.

“your fucking cunt doesn’t want to let me go, pretty girl. breathe. breathe and relax and I’ll make you cream. you make me feel better than anyone or anything else, love.”

that comment does manage to make you relax a bit, mind clearing enough to match his pace as his red strands of hair stick to his forehead from sweat, your loving touch gently sweeping them away.

he manages to pull out and slam back into that pretty spot, as far back as he can go, making you whimper and cry.

reno’s not sure which sounds turn him on more - the ones from the bed, your mouth or your pussy - but it keeps him thrusting and grinding until he fogs up your innocent little brain and your body molds to his.

“keep those legs open, pretty girl. you don’t rest until I make this pussy cream and don’t even think about running from it. you need to cum, dontcha?”

and so he makes it happen. he kisses you deeply, thumbs your clit and strokes deep and suddenly you clench and climax around him.

you look so lost in pleasure.

you cry, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him against you. in the aftermath of your orgasm he can't resist a few more thrusts before pulling out and losing himself as well, dripping onto the bed sheets.

reno who, thoroughly satisfied with himself, kisses your forehead.

“that was amazing. you’re amazing. you’re the only girl for me, baby. let’s take a piss and get you all cleaned up and massaged.”

#smut #full fic #kirby’s kinktober #reno of the turks #reno x reader #ff7 x reader #ff7 #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy vii #advent children #reno #x reader #sorry for any mistakes

[maxwell-grant]

I'm curious for your thoughts on Dan Hibiki

Dan is real special to me mainly because he was the first time I actually had fun cosplaying, in terms of putting the outfit together and attending the event. I was very young at the time but he was my second cosplay, with the first technically being Bison the year before but I barely remember going as Bison and the costume was basically rented whole, where as with Dan I actually had to take the time to put him together peacemeal.

Looking for shitty ponytails and testing out hair gels and glue to get that doofy spit curl right, ruining a judo gi by cutting the sleeves and dying it pink, painting the eyebrows and kanji in the back and practicing those dumb faces and animations of his, and I was really happy that day with the reception I got. Best part of that day by far was when they were doing this cosplay wrestling thing where people could sign up to enter the ring, and I got to really ham it up with the taunts and pratfalls and Dan-isms I memorized from heart (and I did play the fucker a lot in SSFIV, not even ironically, his Hurricane Kick and normals were really solid in IV) and just, one of the most fun times I ever had. I think of Dan pretty fondly for that if nothing else.

Although frankly I think I like him a little less nowadays than I used to, mainly because a lot of the other characters grew on me more or got better redesigns over the years where as Dan's just, Dan, and Dan's always gonna be Dan, no more no less, little room for improvement because he was just kinda perfect at what he set out to do from the go. I think some of that also has to do with the fact that he pulled Blanka big time into his joke character orbit for well over a decade and I'm not really a fan of that? Idk it definitely got better with 5 and especially 6, just for a while there Blanka's role as being primarily Dan and Sakura's dumb sidekick really sucked and made me resent them a little, still can't say I'm too big a fan even if he doesn't take a backseat to them as much anymore.

Dan becoming essentially one of the co-protagonists of Street Fighter over the years I think has a lot to do with the devs figuring out over the decades that there was a lot more they could do with the character, besides taking potshots at SNK (and honestly in that regard, I feel like Remy does it better, in spite or maybe because they don't play him as a joke on purpose). And I do think Dan has several legs up other fighting game joke characters and not just because he came first, not just because he's funny, but because he's filling in some important niches and they ground him in just enough legitimacy, from a lore and gameplay perspective, that he's worth bringing back. Dan is a joke, but he is also important, in his own way, he's an important character for Street Fighter to have.

If your setting and story are defined as a gathering of the greatest fighters and representatives of martial arts and countries the world over, you kinda do have to address what does a Bad Fighter, The Worst Fighter, representing The Worst Martial Arts, looks like, and basing it on "the guys that ripped us off" is the icing on the gag. Both Dan and Sakura were designed around parodies of the Art of Fighting characters, but they did the right call in assigning Yuri Sakazaki's childish braggart antics to Dan and letting Sakura be treated more seriously.

As much as I may complain that Dan dragged Blanka into the funnyman idiot orbit, Dan's existence prevents a lot of other characters from becoming parodies of themselves (more so than they became, at least), at minimum it definitely pumped the breaks on Blanka and Sakura from doing that because, no matter what, they'd always have to suck less than Dan, because nobody (cept maybe Rufus) is allowed to suck more than Dan (I feel like Sean's joke status was a total misfire, but more on him when I got to Sean).

Dan also works because he's got a legitimate backstory and motivation to be here, and to be the way he is: His father was the one to take out Sagat's eye and Sagat mauled him to death in the ring for it, and desperately driven to take revenge, he took up training under Ryu and Ken's master Gouken until being expelled when Gouken learned his true intentions (and the last time a man with power-hungry intentions was trained in Ansatsuken, Akuma happened), and so Dan had to fill out the rest of his training on his own, which is why his playstyle is the way it is, why he's like Ryu but bad. Dan fills out the other end of a scale occupied by the prior shotos, the worst practicioner there is, the lame and pathetic counterpart to Ryu and Ken opposite Akuma as the strongest. Akuma is Bad Ryu, and Dan is Bad Ryu but in a totally opposite sense. He had symmetry with the existing characters and his backstory was treated with as much seriousness as he can be allowed to have, which isn't much most of the time, but just enough.

Dan being a joke from an in-universe also wound up lending a lot of meaning to Sagat's character arc, because Dan became the catalyst for Sagat's redemption. Sagat was confronted by this pathetic fool wholly consumed by revenge and struggling fruitlessly to defeat a stronger martial artist, and he saw himself in Dan, himself and his obsession with Ryu and the lows he'd stooped to in order to achieve that revenge, and so he lets Dan win, giving Dan his one and only victory that we know of. Sagat, at his lowest point emotionally in the series, who is still supremely prideful and regal and very much not a nice man even as a hero.

The strongest man alive letting the weakest man beat him in a fight to save said man from ending up just like him. If it was against anyone else, it wouldn't be anywhere near as meaningful, but starting the supremely prideful and mighty Sagat's redemption arc by having him realize the futility of his vendetta and let himself get beaten by Dan of all people, The Final Boss letting The Joke Character humiliate him, I think was a very inspired choice.

Much as I enjoy his characterization, I do miss a little how Dan was depicted sometimes in the Alpha series, where he'd be treated with a little more seriousness. Like in the backstory blurb describing how Gou died and how Dan still wakes up with nightmares about it, or in Sakura Ganbaru where Dan's kind of a comedic straightman to Sakura and they take some steps to show that Dan IS knowledgeable and observant about ki and martial arts, and is even pretty good at beating average fighters in local circuits; it's just he's Dan, y'know, and all his hard work and self-mythologizing can't make up for his incomplete training, ego issues and him hanging around Sakura and Blanka, who are freakishly talented and either quickly surpass his teachings or, in Blanka's case, never actually need it.

I don't like the Udon comics very much but I do think they get this right, I like the emphasis they put on Dan having a genuinely impressive ability to take a beating and playing up Dan as a guy who gets up to all these offscreen adventures and picked up all these other skills to make up for his incomplete training (and him becoming Chairman of the CWA I thought was pretty inspired). It nicely reflects what the games have done with him, where he's always showing off new skills and moves added to his playstyle, his fireballs get a little farther and stronger every game (and he doesn't fling himself back when firing them anymore), some characters even comment on his progress and potential. Dan is a joke by World Warrior standards, but by regular person or fighter standards, he can be impressive.

And I think Dan also stuck around the way he did because there's a certain necessity for a character who pokes holes at the premise and mythology, not just a comic relief for levity sake but someone who's there to help the writing avoid the pitfalls of excessive self-seriousness. A character who's an absurd cartoon of a martial artist but not in the cool badass way all the other characters are absurd cartoons of martial artists, instead someone who's kinda lame and full of himself the way that, really, most martial artists, especially self-taught, can be. Everyone on Street Fighter, no matter how nice they are as people or what truly motivates them, is joining the tournament sure that their martial arts are the strongest and that they can and will make their way to the top by beating all the other inferior fighters standing in their way. Dan is like that, it's just that nobody takes him seriously for it. He may not even be the funniest joke character in fighting games, but nobody takes as incisive a punchline to the genre as Dan.

Dan, in his own right, does represent an important, maybe even the most important, facet of martial arts there is: the kind that everyone does when they start out or just don't bother growing as people or fighters. In my experience, myself very much not excluded, the gyms and dojos of the world are full of Dan Hibikis trying to be something more by mythologizing themselves into former losers turned invincible fighting machine blowhards the minute they learn how to kick above their heads or take a punch in the gut, whose training is perpetually incomplete, who think they get to teach others, and who go out there thinking they'll get to show off that invincibility any second now and that once everyone sees how badass these karate chops are, or how much ass I can kick when playing Smash Bros or KOF or Street Fighter, I'll show em all how cool I am, just you mess with me and I'll show you my flying kick WA-TCHAAA! *miss* HUP, WORYEEAAHH *crash*

#street fighter #replies tag #dan hibiki #dan #capcom #fighting games #fgc #sagat #blanka

[adelaidedrubman]

wip. well. it’s something.

i was tagged on my most detested of wednesdays by my most beloved of moots @trench-rot @cassietrn @wrathfulrook @socially-awkward-skeleton @nightbloodbix @direwombat @inafieldofdaisies! thank you my loves.

unfortunately between work bullshit and all my free time getting eaten up by the tadpole in my brain, i haven’t had the chance to actually write much new. but trying to keep myself posting as motivation SO here is an excerpt from chapter four of hook, line, and sinker i don’t think i’ve shared before (if i have, no i didn’t)

Jessie grunted with a flex of her shoulders to yank the cooler further up the uneven slope of the hill — finally giving up rolling it on plastic wheels thoroughly warped by unforgiving rock to instead hoist it up and carry it by the side handles with tackle box stacked atop it as their footing became so steep and uneven it felt as if they were ascending stairs. “I don’t fuckin’ let a good catch go to waste.”  “You’re a paragon of virtue,” John complimented flatly. “A modern day Jesus feeding the multitudes loaves and fish.”  “Hm,” she acknowledged, either missing his sarcasm or choosing to accept the praise in spite of it. “Pretty apt fucking comparison — ’cept I wouldn’t need a miracle. I would just catch enough fish in the first place.” 

John sighed, pressing his palms against the upper platform of the small rock wall nestled at the side of the security fence hugging the road they’d finally arrived at, rising just high enough anyone sufficiently athletic could hop over the barbed wire coiled along its top.  Perhaps it was a mistake to even lead a sinner like her into the heart of the compound. Perhaps he should rush over the fence himself, and leave her behind with her precious cooler full of fish.  If it weren’t for her potential to lure in the Ryes, he thought he would.  Instead, he powered through and held out his hand in offering for her to grab for leverage and climb up to join him atop the boulder.  She answered by shoving the hefty weight of the cooler into his abdomen, knocking the air from his lungs. “Hold this for me.”  “God,” he complained as he (shamefully, regrettably) followed the order on instinct, arms trembling and nearly giving out beneath the weight of the cooler before he could shift his posture and stabilize himself. “How the hell did you even lug this around for as long as you did?”  She shrugged, shoulders dipping down as her hands reached up to find holds at the rock and pull herself up to stand beside him on the small, uneven platform. “Fishing takes upper body strength,” she replied. “You’ll get there, if you ever manage to reel in something heavier than a cattail.”  “Well,” he said with a sneer. “If you could use some of that well-honed upper body strength to hop over the fence with expediency.” He could warn her to watch out for the barbed wire, but then again… “Once you’re on the other side, I’ll lower the cooler down to you so you can continue wasting time and energy struggling with it.”  She climbed a step further to rise higher than John, squinting in the dark to study the fence. “We have to hop a fence?” she asked, sizing it up. “You better not be leading me onto some fuckin’ top secret military base where they’re gonna shoot nosey trespassers first and ask questions never.”  “It’s a private community,” John replied, adjusting the weight of the cooler. If she didn’t move soon, he thought he would simply push her over the fence, and deal with the complaining. “They just value safety. But I have permission to be there. You need not worry about trespassing, so long as you’re with me.” It wasn’t like she would be easily able to climb back over the fence and run, once she was past it, anyways. And she wouldn’t have the lay of the land once she was inside its bounds, she couldn’t just go running off. He would have much more control over the situation — over her — the second she was over that fucking fence.  “Ladies first,” he offered with a strained purr and a nod towards the fence. “Unless you’d like to keep waiting around, until one of the bears the fence was built to keep out wanders up and mauls you to death.” “You think a bear would go after me?” She scoffed, flashing a single raised eyebrow and a lopsided grin. “You’re the one holding a cooler full of fresh caught fish,” she snorted, patting the lid as she brushed by him.  “What’s that old saying about bears?” she hummed with a teasing rise as she planted her feet at the ledge of the rock, bending slightly at the knees in a readied-to-jump stance. “Don’t gotta outrun ’em, just gotta outrun the twink?”  He prayed that barbed wire would catch her and slice open the exposed portions of her skin as she leapt to sail over its twisting spikes. No such luck, rather than agonized screams he was met with a mere mildly pained ‘oomph’ from the thud of her hitting the ground — landing on her feet, he was disappointed to see.  The little wretch had physical prowess, if no other admirable qualities.

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#it’s like i’ve literally always said: she’s like the dr. house of fishing #(also not pictured here is that as she continues to miss every red flag about the Cult Stuff #she is still internally shaking like a leaf because she *has* deduced his practice area is property development) #lied to y’all btw. excerpt is over 700 words. choice is an illusion ’round these parts. #wip