#don’t know if I have the energy for another one XD

[overthinkinglotr]

People always say “Thorin could never retire in the Shire because he has to be King” — and I think the funniest way to handle that plotline would be for Bilbo to convince Thorin to eliminate the monarchy.

Bilbo has lived all his life in the Shire, where they elect their main leaders in a democratic system. Thorin is the first king he ever meets. Bilbo would initially think monarchy was very storybook-like and fantastical, like the things he’s read about in tales from distant lands…..but he would quickly find the reality of monarchy underwhelming, baffling, and annoying. Thorin/ Thranduil/Bard would make Bilbo decide that all monarchies are terrible. Being a king makes you self-important, haughty, greedy, and warlike. Kings are too powerful and use that power to fight over utter nonsense. They’ve got no one to keep their stubbornness in check. He would come to decide that the Shire really did have it right by holding elections.

I’m imagining a scene where Thorin dramatically confesses “I suffer under the burden of my duties; heavy is the head that bears a crown” and Bilbo flatly responds “don’t be king, then. >:/Elect someone else. If your people don’t want you then they won’t choose you! Im very tired of this whole affair and I wish I were back in the Shire, where folk are more reasonable >:(“

Thorin is enchanted by the strange foreign Hobbit custom of “elected leaders.” He has never considered this as a possibility. Overwhelmed by the Hobbit’s wisdom after the Battle of the Five Armies, Thorin converts his kingdom into a democratic republic and retires from public life.

This causes a domino effect. Other kingdoms across Middle Earth are inspired by Erebor’s example, and band together to reject their monarchical systems. Revolutions ensue.

Thorin’s consort “Bilbo Baggins,” known only as “the dwarf-king’s advisor who first set off this wave of revolutions,” becomes one of the most controversial and reviled people in all of Middle Earth. Bilbo becomes a figure of mythic proportions, loved by the democratic republicans and despised by the royalists, each of which invents their own wild legends.

To the democratic republicans “The Great Baggins” is glorified as a great warrior sent from Valinor to restore the long-forgotten wisdom borne out of The West— he snaps his fingers and with a poof of smoke he washes away all the old corrupt systems of the world, just as the Valar washed away Numenor.

But to the royalists, “The Mad Baggins” is a scheming shadowy monster who crawled up from the deep places of the world to burn the very foundations of Middle Earth to the ground; he’s a monster more powerful and terrible than a dragon or a balrog, who threatened Thorin into submission and brought the world into chaos. he snaps his fingers and monarchies collapse in a puff of smoke.

Meanwhile elderly Bilbo grumpily putters around the Shire with Thorin, mostly oblivious to all of this.

#and that’s my reshirement au. like comment and subscribe #read my webcomic adaptation of the hobbit *dabs* #lotr #the hobbit #Bagginshield #lord of the rings #I would write this fic but I’m already making high effort hobbit fanfic #don’t know if I have the energy for another one XD

[igotanidea]

Logical choice: Dick x reader part 1

summary: apparently he was in love with two girls and had to chose. Too bad his way of making a decision was worse than bad.

massive thanks to Laura @gone-batty-fics for proofreading this <3 <3 I'm terrible with punctuation xD

***

Being in love with a taken guy is like….

No, wait, scratch that.

There are no words to describe that.

How can you possibly find anything to use while saying how you feel when your brain goes short-circuits when you think about the guy you like with another girl and your heart is aching every time you see those two together?

How can you possibly explain the constant urge to cry and scream and lie down and die and throw up and sleep the pain away, all at the same time?

How many synonyms are there for the word hopeless?

Bet you were broken-hearted at least once in your life.

Y/N Y/L/N cursed the moment she met Dick Grayson, with his pretty smile, all his charm and his the golden retriever energy. All that niceness, chattiness, and everything he was and everything he wasn’t, got her mind spinning and falling faster then she could have imagined.

And she had no idea what to do about it.

Especially given the fact he quickly became one of her closest friends, which was shocking even to herself.

Y/N was usually the person to keep her walls up (hurt one too many times), act rather cold and distant, not getting involved with feelings (she was not very good with that and her poor boy experience made her cautious). But hey, the heart wants what it wants and Dick Grayson had a way of getting her to open up, laugh, and just be her unfiltered self. He didn't seem to mind her innate sarcasm and twisted sense of humor. Maybe, since he didn't hate her genuine self, she could make it work?

here was some undeniable connection between them.  Maybe even something more than friendship, but for some reason none of them were able to speak their minds, instead circling around the subject, unable to meet in the middle.

Truly tragic how two souls yearning for one another could not connect just because the owners of those bodies were too shy and stubborn to say three words: I like you.

Even more tragic given the fact that Dick’s family were quick to notice something simmering under the surface, but decided to stay back since apparently it was none of their business.

Until.

***

“You do realize he’s in love with you?”

“What are you talking about?” Y/N frowned at Jason’s words. “Who are you talking about?”

This took her by surprise. Jason Todd wasn’t usually the person to go around gossiping and well, to be honest talking at all. He was the brooding type sitting in the corner, watching everyone with a murderous gaze trying to cover up for the fact how much he needed love and attention, instead using sarcasm to hide his vulnerability and sensitivity. Maybe, throwing a cutting, teasing comment from time to time, but this? This was completely not his style. And it made Y/N a bit uncomfortable.

“Cause I can’t watch you pining like this.” Jason scoffed, “It’s pathetic, you know” he almost rolled his eyes at the girl.

“You are pathetic, Todd.”She retorted, but couldn’t help the blush creeping on her cheeks and the sudden rise in her heartbeat. “What’s your business with gossiping? We’re not friends.”

“I know we’re not,.” Jason shrugged, “but apparently I’m the only one with the balls big enough to - ”

“Don’t flatter yourself,.” She cut him off with a smirk raising a gaze from her book,

“Is that what I get for helping you make your crazy little fantasy come true?”

“What fantasy,” she cried out in desperate confusion “Stop speaking in riddles!”

“You want to be with Dick. Whenever he's around, your eyes and body language practically scream it," he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You’re reading way too much Jane Austen,.” she muttered, “And what’s with the silent creeping on me!?”

“I’m trying to help you out here!”

“No, you’re mocking me!”

“Y/N!” Jason cried out in frustration, not sure how to put his point forward without Y/N accusing him of being mean. He was not good with words, despite all his literature knowledge.

"What?!"

Y/N was fully aware that she was acting erratically, but the realization that being 'more than friends' with Dick was even a possibility? All of her logical thinking was suddenly on a very long foreign holiday.

“He fucking loves you!”

“And how the fuck do you know that?!”

“You’re unbelievable!”

“I’m just being cautious! I don’t need a broken heart!”

Jason exhaled deeply. Apparently he had to be the reasonable one here. He had known a lot about being insecure.

“Come on, Y/N… I’m not lying. Really. Why would I?”

“Do you really want me to answer that question,?” she asked, her eyebrows raised sceptically..

“Look…..”

“No you look, Jason…..” she raised her gaze at him, exposing all her vulnerability “I’m scared, ok?”

“I know. Trust me, I’ve been there. Still am…..”

“Why does it sound like you’re trying to use me as a guinea pig?”

“Huh?” her words got him confused

“You want to test whether it’s worth taking a risk, don’t you? Whether confessing is something that can actually end up in a good way?”

“Maybe a little.” Jason smirked

“Now that’s more like you.”

“Does it convince you though?”

She took a second to consider. Did it? Were Jason’s words enough to make her act on her feelings? To go to Dick and tell him how she feels? To create an opportunity to have a relationship? To be … happy in love, without all this worry.

“Yes…..” she whispered. 

“Yes?” Jason mocked clearly egging her on. 

“Fucking yes," she cried out, feeling a sudden surge of power and omnipotence.

“He’s in the batcave.”

She moved towards the door, ready to go and finish it all once and for all, to clear the messed up situation she found herself in. But before she rushed to the love of her life there was one more thing she had to do.

“Thanks, Todd. You’re not as bad as you try to look.”

“Keep that detail to yourself, will ya Y/N?” Jason said as he winked at her, being content she actually decided to listen to his advice and not see him as a villain.

***

“Dick…..?”

Poor Y/N had to fight the urge to burst into the cave reaching the speed limit of Flash. It was like all those years of holding back her true feeling finally made her crumble and the façade broke down and she needed to tell him now, now, NOW!!

“Y/N?” he sent her his signature smile, turning up from behind the computer and taking a few steps towards her. It was truly touching how he always stood up whenever she was in the room, like a scene from a freaking regency era London. “everything good?” the man added seeing her reddened cheeks and shining eyes. “you look sick……” he involuntarily put his palm to the woman’s forehead checking her temperature.

Sick in love….. she thought to herself, but obviously couldn’t use that particular wording.

“I’m good….I’m good….” She shook her head “I just have to tell you something …… something important and ……”

“Hey Y/N…..” another voice chimed into the talk, causing Y/N to crash with reality.

“Babs…..?”

It didn’t have to mean anything, right? The fact that Dick and Babs were all alone in the batcave? Surely they just talked about some Batman stuff Y/N was not let into?

She was not let in.

And that was emphatic enough, almost as if she wasn’t a part of the team.

Y/N blinked a couple times realizing she was so focused on Dick’s face, eyes and just generally on him, that ironically she didn’t notice his slightly messed up hair and blushing cheeks alongside with his disheveled shirt.

Oh…..

Her gaze involuntarily traveled to the other woman, eyes widening at the way her shirt were open, her bra revealed and the love bite on her neck visible.

Oh, shit…..

Fucking Todd…..

“What is it Y/N?” Dick asked fixing his hair, his blue piercing, concerned eyes focused on her. “Hey? Y/N? come back to earth…..” he put a hand on her shoulder gently trying to bring her back.

“What….?” Her mind was racing, her hands were trembling, her legs was close to giving up on her. She could barely register what was happening when Dick grabbed her hand and forced her to sit on the chair scared she might faint.

“Y/n……?”

His voice reached her as if through a fog.

“She looks so pale…..”Babs was equally concerned now, and her tone finally made Y/N snap back to reality.

“And she’s back….” Grayson crouched next to her chair, smiling at her softly “you got us worried, it was like your soul left your body for a moment.”

Well, not so far from the truth, was it……?

“Sorry….”she muttered, averting her gaze from Dick’s, but he was not going to take the bullshit, grabbing her chin gently and forcing her eyes on him.

“You wanted to tell me something?”

“Yes…. No…. I mean……”

“Y/N……?”

“So you two are a couple now?” she blurted the first thing that came to her mind, even though saying those words out loud made her sick to the stomach.

“Yeah…..” Dick blushed a little looking at Barbara, who had a similar expression on her face. “Life’s funny, right? Old friend who’s been around all the time, never really seen like a love interest and yet……” he smiled even more, interlacing his fingers with Bab’s.

It was supposed to be me!! Her inner voice cried out desperately bringing not only the sickness to the stomach but also a terrible headache.

“I’m so happy for you two…..” Y/N forced a smile. Fucking hypocrite.

“Thanks…..” the other woman beamed “I know how important you are to Dick so I was worried about your reaction of us getting together”

“Worried?” Y/N laughed only to cover for the scowl forming in the back of her throat “oh, you silly one…. You two match each other perfectly! I mean, Nightwing and Batgirl, it couldn’t get any better than this, right? Besides you …..we… know each other for so long…..it was bound to happen.”

I have to get out… I have to get out of here now!

“It really means a lot Y/N….. I’ve been wondering whether…..” Dick added and for a single second there was something inexplicable in his eyes, but he blinked and it was gone immediately. “nevermind…..”

Yeah, right, nevermind…..

***

It’s been two weeks of torture

Two weeks of bitterness.

Complete disaster.

Y/N was depressed, Dick was torn, Babs was confused and the atmosphere was far from friendly, since everyone could feel the tension and members of batfamily were trying their best to not takes sides, which was probably the greatest challenge.

But as the situation progressed, the one with the least experience in human relationships just had to break the peace. Forced, but peace nonetheless.

It was typical Friday afternoon and they were just hanging around, released from patrol, ready to have a movie night in the manor. Dick, Babs, Jason, Tim, Damian, Steph, Cass and Y/N, who were currently fighting with her own head and mind producing every excuse possible for a rain check on the marathon.

“why don’t you just tell him?”

“Hello to you too, Damian.”

“don’t change the subject Y/L/N.”

“Tell what to who?” she mocked almost rolling her eyes

“Don’t play dumb. It doesn’t work well for you.” Damian said with his usual flat tone.

“That does sound awfully like an indirect compliment…..”

“Just tell Grayson you like him.”

“You what?” oh, shit, the person in question was now standing in the door of the room, his eyes wide in shock, his whole posture screaming the feeling of betrayal.

“Dick….I…..”

“Shit, Y/n!”

“Stop yelling at me!”

“You’re the one yelling!”

“Do you want me to record your voice right now!?”

“You’re in love with me?!”

“How is that bad?!”

“Cause I’m with Barbara now!”

“Yeah, no shit!”

They were getting nowhere with this discussion and to tell the truth, neither of them probably wanted to. It was just dumping everything that’s been eating away at their livers. Suddenly Dick and Y/N found themselves in an unknown territory, their feelings completely exposed, unsure how to proceed without getting hurt and/or damaging one another.

Well there was not a good way out and at the moment screaming was something that at least helped them getting all that pain, fear and hurt out in the open.

“You can’t do that Y/N!”

“Maybe if you had the guts to tell me how you felt first it wouldn’t come to this!” she spat at him

“How I felt….?” Dick stuttered, clearly taken aback “what do you mean?”

“nothing….” She muttered, calming down in an instant. He was not supposed to know that she knew.

“Y/N!”

“fuck you!”

Whoops. Shit. Too much.

She was acting crazy, yes, but come on, cut her some slack, she was broken-hearted and a person with a damaged heart never acts sane.

“If that’s what you truly want then ok, fuck me….. you’re just making it so easy to make a choice here, Y/N!”

“You said it yourself, you are with Babs now!”

“It doesn’t change how I feel about you!”

“You what….?”

“You think I can just turn it off or something!?”

“Dick….”

“No….. no you’re right… I’m with Babs…..”

God damn it! It was like walking in circles. Two adults behaving in a worse way than kids in the kindergarten and no one could possibly stop the incoming storm.

***

And now she was in love with a taken guy.

A taken guy who could have been hers if only she was slightly faster to confess.

Apparently timing is everything and instead of being happy in love she was now forced to grit her teeth whenever dick and Babs were around together.

Which was pretty much all the time.

Well, they were pretty much together all the time before, but not like together together.

Maybe Y/N should have known…..

It was highly unlikely that a vigilante would keep his relationship with a civilian and much more probable that he would end up with another self-appointed crime fighter.

And Dick seemed happy so what was she supposed to do apart from dwelling in poorly hidden misery and listening to sad love songs while facing the ceiling with one single question in her mind.

What if…..?

***

The second dick saw Y/N in the cave a week ago, noticed her sad, confused and a bit lost expression he knew. Y/N loved him the same way he loved her.

But he was with Babs now. He felt for the Batgirl and was not going to leave. That would be a shitty thing to do, right? To leave a girl just because he what? Got bored? Changed his mind or went through a change of heart?

On the other hand, however, how shitty it was to do this to Y/N? He’s been in love with her for so long, always keeping his mouth shut about it, hoping she would somehow figure it out. And now, that she was finally ready to make it a reality, he was with another girl.

Get yourself together, Dick. You can’t just back out on Barbara. You’re with her now. You love her.

But Y/N…..

His first true love.. from a very young age, even before he knew what love was. All those years of waiting only to give up on the final stretch.

And the vulnerability he saw in her whole posture every time she was around. Those pretty doe eyes that never looked at him ever since the scene at the batcave.

They were still friends, sort of, at least, because to tell the whole truth, the situation between them was more than awkward.

And he was very well aware he would have to choose between two girls, because being stuck in a situation like this, with all the knowledge he had, was way too much for him.

Too bad he chose a very devious way to make a decision.

***

"What is it?" Y/N asked upon seeing a single piece of paper in Tim's hands.

"Nothing!"

"Oh, come on, let me see...."

"Trust me on this, you don't want to." Tim shook his head passing the object to Dick, who quickly tossed it to Jason, who was standing the furthest from Y/n.

"All right, fine" Y/N shrugged "I won’t be playing your silly games here...." before any of the boys realized what was happening she snuck past Jason and ripped the paper from him, her eyes immediately focusing on the printed text.

"What.....?" she stuttered, running her eyes on the words yet unable to make any sense of them "Dick?" her hurt expression killed him at the spot.

"It was Jason's idea!" the man cried out as if that could serve as an excuse.

"Yeah, here's the part I was hoping would not come out." Jason muttered

"Y/N." the girl started reading out loud "cons. Tend to live in her own world. Keep her walls up. Stubborn as hell..... Wow.....Just.... just wow." A single gasp was enough of an indication of her emotional state.

“there are also plus points……..?” he almost cringed once those words left his mouth.

“How could you Dick….?”

"Y/n...." Dick took a step forward, realizing that Jason and Tim have already fled the room leaving him to deal with Y/N and her obvious pain alone. Cowards.

"On the other side " she instantly moved back, out of his reach "Barbara. Pluses and weaknesses..... You were comparing us like this? THAT was your way to decide......? By using what? Fucking logic? By trying to decide which one of us is more useful or something……? " her voice broke and she was unable to finish the sentence, while tears started brimming in her eyes.  

That was like a whole new level of betrayal. Like her heart was ripped out and tossed into the gutter.

"Y/n... please, it's not what it looks like...."

"It's exactly what it is. To put it simply, you just treated me like a goat for sale……”

"Please, let me explain.... Please, I'm begging you...."

“Just leave me alone!” she cried out running out to hide in the manor library, possibly the only place that could have given her some sort of comfort and shelter.

"Good luck with making it right, Dickhead...." Jason reappeared just in time to see Y/N rush past the hallway.

"Shut up!" Dick ran his hands through his hair in utter desperation, barely restraining from tearing them all out. It would be so much easier to blame it all on his brother and his stupid idea but deep inside Dick knew it was on him. He never should have listened to the bad advice in the first place.

Of course he was going to choose Y/N.

And there was never any reason to make some stupid list. How could there be when there has always been just one option to begin with?

And now, as much as he wanted Y/N, not Barbara, she was not going to forgive him for not letting his heart decide, but focusing on what seemed more comfortable.

How fucking selfish was that?

#dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #dick grayson x you #dick grayson angst #nightwing angst #dick grayson x oc #nightwing x oc

[imagination-mess]

I love theses headcanons about Demon!Deku, I recently finished an anime called "Kinsou No Vermeil", if I could give you an idea based on what I saw, (You had mentioned something that he could breed any humans) an idea got out of me about what happens if Demon!Deku runs out of Familiar energy as a demon and because to a rumor from the Academy, about the power of the soul can increase through affection/physical contact? (I recommend you to watch the mentioned serie, maybe it can give you an idea of ​​how things are going, it's very lascivious but it has funny moments xD)

I believe you are referring to this post by @viburnt with mentions of breeding. I watched a few clips of the anime. I wasn't sure how you wanted it to go. I can do another version of Demon! Izuku dating his witch and more details of that relationship of that nature. Here are my headcanons. I hope you like them.

WC: 700+

Warnings: Implied Sexual Activities

Demon! Izuku

He kept hearing these rumors going around campus. It is combined with the rumors of witches sleeping with their familiars or others' familiars. There are love affairs going on secretly.

He was curious about it, as much as he wanted to trust his friends. He has his doubts about it, to the point that he went to the library to reread the books on demon physiology, etc. It was softly implied but never brought up again. He knows it is possible for either demons or witches to give their power permanently, but at the cost of their souls. It kills the user who is giving their soul to the other.

He wanted to bring up this rumor to you, but he wanted to see if he could get an answer from books, and he didn’t want to ask around. If it was basic knowledge, he already knows he is late to find out these relate to being a demon and much more.

He knows you won’t judge him, despite being so patient with him. He has asked you numerous questions over time, and you have answered each one to the best of your ability. You would go out of your way to find out if you didn’t know the answer, which he appreciates.

It took awhile for you to answer him, "Yes, those rumors are true. There are a few demons around who actually need it in order to survive, such as Dabi. He has a special case for it. It is necessary for him."

You took the time to explain it to him for those who truly need it, like special cases such as Dabi; the others who don’t really need it just do it out of pleasure or intimacy. It won't cost their soul, but more of their aura's raw power. There is a technique that transfers the soul and power to whomever, at the cost of the user. You could already feel the question that was written all over his face. ‘Why haven’t I gotten that from you’

“Before you think negatively, I never offered it to you because your powers were latent. I didn’t want to suddenly trigger them when your body wouldn’t be able to handle it. It can be beneficial, but it can go wrong super fast if not done correctly."

Later on, he went around, asking his friends who had done it to explain to him how to do it correctly. That’s when he found out that it could be both ways. A witch can take or give energy from their familiar. The familiar can give or take energy from their witch.

When he worked up the courage to ask you if you could do it with him, you started off with the simplest affection, such as a hug. He already knew what to expect but didn’t expect that. You just laughed at him because his eyes were wide open. The energy he didn’t have for the past couple days was suddenly there. It was small, but noticeable.

When you move to kiss his freckled cheek, the energy starts to increase a bit more. It felt extremely nice. It felt cool, but it also had a warm sensation. It was as if he was dehydrated and was now getting the hydration he needed. You were putting more kisses on his skin, transmitting more energy to him, and keeping an eye on his expression to make sure everything was okay. He hugged you with a tighter grip subconsciously.

When it was his turn to try and practice with you, he was anxious. He was never taught to transfer energy, so he is learning, and you were his guinea pig. He is a quick learner. He was trying to follow your lead and going off his friend's advice. It was a lot of trial and error. Either he put too much at once or too little to none.

It became a weekly occurrence. He wanted to learn how to do it for emergencies.

Ever since, you have been openly affectionate with him outside of transferring energy. He also became affectionate with you.

Does he want to kiss you on the lips? Of course, he does.

He also knows there is a chance of you finding someone romantically involved. It is very painful to think about, since he has already earned feelings for you for a while. He would rather not cross that line because he thought of someone touching your lips if it wasn’t his once he got a taste of it. It wouldn't go well.

Now he understands why familiars fall in love with their witches at some point in their lifetime. It's evitable.

Demon Izuku (Three Parts)

Demon Katsuki (Three Parts)

#demon! izuku #demon!deku x reader #demon!izuku x reader #demon familiar au #bnha x reader #mha x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #demon!midoriya x reader #demon!izuku midoriya x reader #demon!midoriya izuku x reader #izuku x reader #izuku x fem!reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #izuku midoriya x you #midoriya x reader #midoriya x y/n #midoriya x you #deku x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya izuku x you #izuku x you #izuku x y/n #izuku smut #aged up characters #demon izuku x reader #demon izuku midoriya x reader #demon midoriya x reader #demon deku x reader #demon midoriya

[weepinglilvessel]

The way you've redesigned the slugcats for your latest AU is really fascinating me, They all really got vibes. Would you be willing to tell us a bit about your logic behind these creature/character designs? Or maybe a bit about your creature design process in general?

OOOHOHO of course! This gonna be a long and I mean LONG post so I hope you are ok with that XD

Redesigning these four was a treat. I even gave some of them a lil lore/headcanon of mine.

I’ll talk about the scug anatomy first so their designs make a little more sense. It’ll explain why they look like this. After that I’ll talk about them separately below this.

(Warning there is a picture of an actual slug for anatomy. If you hate that don’t look)

Here is a little thing I did

I wanted them to at least look slug like but not to the point they are fully just SLUG. The thing I added on to the scugs back is the mantle of an actual slug. (It explains what that is on them) other then that there are other features of the slug referenced onto the slug cats. Some of the functions of a slug don’t work the same as a scug, kinda like the antenna ( I know I spelled antenna wrong in the art, I’m too lazy to fix it shhh)

Now on to the other four:

The Rivulet:

Rivulet was given even more features of an axolotl. Like have scales instead of fur like the other three. Since their creator is unknown (unless I’m missing something) I wanted to at least make the known with the scratched out marking on their back. Some extra fins as well, under the arms, in the toes, fingers, tail, etc.

Other then that, most of the stuff is the same. Still very speedy, still on crack lol. A lot of there energy is boosted by Hunter (who we will be talking about in a sec)

Hunter:

There is so much on them. Little Red or Red’s name for that matter was given to them by Sig as they were the only red purposed organism out of Sig’s other scugs they made in the past. They are also the only one having the triangle on their forehand as a sign as the “original” one.

Hunter is basically a mini Sig. Building their personality off of him and making it their own. Red is just as hyper and silly, and often mocks others movements if bored.

They also communicate either through signing or dancing (mainly dancing cuz cause somebody influenced that COUGH Sig) in anger or frustration their markings and eyes glow green.

Artificer:

Not much as changed for Arty as their design was based of many others design of her. Almost always close to Pebbs and or is with the other three hunting. Sometimes Hunter rubs off on them and she ends up being just as silly ( you can tell Hunter is influencing people too XD) Lot less angry as well.

Other then that not much was changed or added.

Spearmaster:

Spearmaster has Suns personality a bit. Kinda cold, mostly serious, and focused. Their marking is almost or is the same as Suns markings on their back. They don’t usually hang out with the other three a bunch as to them they are kinda “unprofessional”. They look up to Suns and with that try not to do anything absolutely embarrassing.

In the heat of the moment or dancing with the others out of complete boredom their marking glows, just like Suns. You can tell these two are quite connected to one another, physically and mentally. They mainly communicate through signing but dancing is another option too.

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WOO THAT WAS A LOT OF INFO, FACK!

I’m sure I’ve missed a few things of course, if you actually read this and have questions let me know in the ask box please XD ( also THESE ARE JUST HEADCANONS, not stating them as fact of course.)

That’s all about them for now.

#rain world fanart #rw fanart #rw au #rain world au #rw rivulet #rw hunter #rw artificer #rw spearmaster #rw slugcat #rw Chaos AU #au info #au idea #again sorry this is so long #had a lot to say about them honestly XD

[luimagines]

I can’t find the post where this idea first appeared so I’m not trying to take credit. Basically the person said something like “I think it’d be funny if when the chain was together Wild could still just eat food to recover. So he’s bleeding out and they all are freaking out but then he just starts shoveling 15 apples down his throat and all his injuries start closing up and everything and the chain just looks at him like he gained three heads.”

So I thought a mini scenario would be funny. So they’re all fighting a hoard of monsters, and Wild has a bunch of cuts and bruises and whatnot but he’s still fighting. All of a sudden Twilight is about to get impaled so Wild jumps in front of him (self sacrificing idiot lol). He goes down bleeding out profusely as Twilight screams and cries thinking he’s about to die on him.

“Nonononono! You can’t die on me!!”

“Twi-“

“Shhh! Y-you’ll be ok! Don’t use your energy. It-it’s fine! I have a potion!”

Twilight dumps his whole pack on the ground and grabs a red potion. He uncorks it and tries to give it to Wild, but he pushes it away.

“Don’t…need…”

Twilight is absolutely panicking thinking Wild is slipping mentally.

“Wild, you have to! It’s the only solution. I don’t have a fairy!”

Hyrule has also seen what’s going on and has sprinted over to try and heal him but Wild grips his hands and tries pushing them away too.

“St-“ coughs up blood “Stop Hyrule…slate…”

Twilight and Hyrule are looking at each other through their tears, confused.

“Wild, we have a red potion right here. You don’t need your slate.”

“Y-yes…I do!” Knowing they won’t just give it he says “Have…fairy!”

Which isn’t a lie. He does, he just doesn’t plan on using it. So finally Twilight reaches for Wild’s slate and hands it to him. Wild swipes quickly through his slate and just keeps clicking on apples with one hand while shoving them down his throat with the other hand. During this process everyone has come over and all are crying thinking he’s gonna die soon. After like 10 apples they start seeing changes: his cuts and bruises are fading and his huge stab wound is closing. After another 10 he’s completely healed. After he finishes they all look at him like “WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED?!” There’s still one monsters left that they neglected for Wild and so he gets up, kills it like normal, and walks back over to everyone, who are all still just staring at where he just was laying on the ground bleeding out, frozen in place.

“Uh…guys…? I’m over here…hello…? I killed the last monster by the way.” Wild tries to get their attention but they won’t move an inch. Eventually he gives up and goes to start dinner. He makes everything like normal but at the end he says with a smirk, “Alright, so I’ll take it that y’all want a whole jar of Goron spice too?”

That snaps everyone out of their stupor and they all jump up and scream a “Nooo!” Unanimously.

The end.

Though they definitely have questions at dinner.😂

Goron Spice is the ultimate ice breaker. XD

It's probably hot enough to melt the ice by just touching so it works out just fine.

Alternatively, Wild is trying to shove apples down his throat and the boys start panicking over that instead because he is bleeding profusely! Is he even chewing!? Wild, no-! Slow down! Don't choke!!!!

After like three apples he stops bleeding and can finally sit up straight. He looks around, suddenly looking much more coherent. "I'm good, just lemme keep eating."

".... Wild, what the f-?!"

#pinky replies #anon stories

[gleefultogo]

Aira Character Talk

Since Aira was mentioned again in Saltyplaytoons (spongebob reference? Lol, funny either way) blog post I wanted to take a deep dive and talk about her. Plus at this point she’s the only pure character that deserves to be rescued from this shit comic and not written by a misogynist. She get’s shit on for no fucking reason. 

It is very well known now that kique has stated that she is his “least” favorite character. Why? Probably because she’s another female character he made and got bored of her. Honestly it saves her the injustice he would have given her if she had more screen time.  When we first met Aira, she was stuck in her creature form. I thought at first she was an evolved creature that was based on Aedra and her beast form was pretty cool in my opinion it looked like a mix between a cat and a dog. Which btw people was made and turned into by a Spirit, so that quickly leads my thoughts into rhov’s and feaf’s future kids. If a spirit can turn a dog into an evolved creature, then it’s very much possible because of the spirits for them to have hybrid kids. Will it be canon? I don’t know, like many have said; it’s obvious kique is bored of his own comic and shoved into our faces just to keep pages being pumped out with nothing really interesting. For me, I see the comic as a sitcom show that just goes nowhere and the characters do and say random stuff that doesn’t revolve around their world or plot. Besides, you can’t tell me half of the characters in this world wanna sit cooped up in one area based on “Tribes” Dog’s just don’t do that they would have way too much pent up energy and would need to run. Can you just imagine if this comic was realistic,  the dog's muscles and bone structure would become weaker because they aren’t doing anything really, they just sit in one place and that's it. Ok sorry, back to Aira :) 

   (Aira’s first appearance form)

You see what I mean though? She resembles a sorta dog and cat hybrid mix. The paws are a dead giveaway as they look like a feline and she has retractable claws. It’s a neat design in itself. I'll give kique that much of any positivity for his comic XD. 

Very Interesting design features if you ask me. Anyways, Aira gets killed by kargo and she wakes up a normal dog again and sets off into the woods to heal her wounds I guess? Probably also went to seek shelter maybe. We later on see her again on page 138. Heavily bleeding still and this when she meets keirr and you know how it goes. He ends up helping her and she’s taken aback from being surprised I guess, which is quite valid of her character, as we do eventually learn about her backstory and she was never treated kindly by others. Aira is a character who’s a really good example of someone who would have a “fixation” on someone, I don’t think it would personally be a bad thing and realistic to her character because she’s never been treated so kindly before and i don’t think she’d be able to help herself with that mindset. She obviously took comfort in keirr  as she hesitated to follow him at first, but also because he was offering to help her and wasn’t appearing a threat to her.

  (oh look when keirr was actually a nice guy, before becoming a dick to her) 

Moving forward. Keirr takes her back to her cave and was suspicious why she was living in such a large area for one individual. Aira remains mute and just eats the food she was given. Which I suppose was rude on her part, but her communication skills seemed to be lacking as she was trapped inside a body and couldn’t talk for a long time, ok at least that makes sense because there is a valid reason enough for her to be doing that. Eventually keirr leaves her behind as she is now safely placed back into her sheltered area. But she ends up following him and keirr ends up venting to her about why he couldn’t go back to his family, he was understandably grieving over zilas. I find these next few parts important to Aira’s character. She willingly sits there even if not knowing him for not a very long time. But she sits there and listens to him vent and doesn’t question him, that’s just an empathetic thing and it's wholesome to have seen that in the comic as they being the characters actually talked about things that troubled them, and it didn’t lead to sex confrontation. She may not have known him very long, but she’s a character that gives off a warm and comforting vibe, like a friend you can tell anything too without her judging because she obviously cares about others. 

Later keirr ends up following her and getting to know her more. Then we see a page with them together and keirr is giving her physical therapy? 

(hey keirr how do you know about PT?). They end up jumping over some logs to strengthen her legs or whatever. Kinda pointless in a way if she was born with a weak structure. It’s like saying you can just magically cure a dog with mobility issues with just some PT. Wellll nope, it’s much harder and time consuming. Plus it won't fully heal someone with a physical disability, it may help strengthen her a bit, but she wouldn’t be able to fully walk normally. Compare it to a dog who was born with swimmers syndrome or cerebellar hypoplasia. That’s a lot of PT work and also medication in order for them to walk to a degree. It’s not something that can fully be cured, so Aira’s 180 later on would be really stupid when the author wrote her this way. 

Now the next page (198) is important, keirr states he has to go back home cause he’s been gone for too long. Aira very clearly goes into panic mode and begs keirr to stay with her because she clearly states she doesn't wanna be “Alone” She’s told to basically just shut up and he’ll return soon whenever. Again Aira panics and kisses keirr forcefully. 

Now I find that quite sad and interesting for her. I’m not a therapist or a physician by any means. But this is my own take on this situation. Aira is using a tactic that almost feels like she is forcing her own affection onto keirr, not being in control of her own body due to her panicking. In a way, yes Aira did sexually assault keirr and he had every right to confront her about it because it was wrong of her. He leaves her behind anyway to go back to his family. Aira is then left with what looks like the expression of shock and most likely guilt because she’s being left behind again and most likely processing stuff in her head. I'd like to believe that her mind is very scattered due to her having issues of being left behind. 

We then proceed to see Aira again and most likely took keirr’s words to heart and goes back to the spirit of strength because she feels weak without and can’t survive. She practically feels hopeless without that spirit, keirr stops her and then asks was it because of him? Keep that in mind. Aira is obviously upset in this scene and then tells keirr her back story and the things she did. She basically claims that she went back to the spirit because of Keirr, she was upset. It’s like if someone told you as a person, that you weren’t good enough for them, nor did they want you around them because to them you felt like a burden. I wouldn’t be surprised if Aira was the first dog in the comic to commit suicide because she deems herself as a burden and was never accepted. If the spirits didn’t exist and the comic took more of a dark turn, I think she would have been a character to have that type of mindset. 

Eventually keirr takes Aira under his wing with a better understanding of her to a degree. She proceeds to then help him look for his family as she’s apparently traveled all over the map while being a beast at the time and saw many tribes fall and create new ones. We meet the deer rp tribe and then kique puts them there because he doesn’t know what to do with them at that moment. Aira is then very clearly seen to be hesitant and doesn’t wanna join them because they were just going to ask if they saw family members of keirr’s. But then the 180 happens and they join anyway. Keirr becomes a dick and then judges fucking Aira behind her back  because of the jarl confronting her leg structure. Yeah hey morons, maybe she's struggling because she got a giant ass heavy deer rack strapped to her head and has weak legs, antlers are not light things. Of fucking curse she’d be struggling. 

Honestly that’s when I started hating keirr the most, like why the fuck are you jugding her? She literally told you she was born with a mobility disability and was tossed aside for it. *sighs* She ends up stuck with Keirr as a Herbalist, like kique? The fuck man, how stupid can you be. You made a character with a physical disability who struggles with that and you give her a rank that requires to walk a lot? Like what? She’d be a terrible herbalist because she’d probably take much longer to even get to a location and back to the tribe. She has to carry her weight around. How frustrating, it’s like he literally forgets his own character traits they have. Like if you didn’t wanna deal with a character with a disability then why give her one if you're gonna 180 it.

Page 481. The page that did it all for me and hated this dude's guts. Ok so even if Aira did end up stuck in a tribe she didn’t wanna be, plus she looks absolutely miserable in the panel. She literally got excited when he returned with bootleg kargo after their little flirting session or whatever that was. 

    (look at the sweet baby… I love her)

Like damn keirr, you should be fucking honored that someone likes you for you and your company, plus she was even worried about you. He could have easily just told her he was being sent to scout, like keirr did you not forget that you joined the tribe when you didn’t have too? Like at all. Aira stated to you that she didn’t wanna be there and wanted to go back to looking for your family. But whatever, he gives her the cold shoulder and tells her to suck it up and build connections with a tribe of strangers. God I really want to just rewrite this page at times. Keirr should have welcomed her with open arms (or paws) and told her about his travels and that he didn’t find what he was looking for unfortunately. Like why did you diss the only character who showed remorse and care for you. She obviously likes having you around and because you took her under your wing, you have no right to be a moody dick to her. This is when I see abandonment issues come into play. As someone who has abandonment issues myself, Aira is so frikin relatable. It hurts a lot when you think about it and you're stuck in your head wondering what you did or if you're doing something wrong to have someone push you away like that. It’s the worst feeling ever and poor Aira here basically got rejected from someone she clearly cares about. 

    (She looks so lost and heartbroken in this page)  But like keirr, dude how the fuck did you forget that she told you earlier on before you joined the stupid tribe. That she literally went back to the spirit because of YOU. That’s basically her struggle, Rejection and being alone. I’m disappointed that some of the people were siding with keirr on this page. In reality if a friend asked about your mental health and you told them to fuck off in, just because your moody. Then be damned if they leave your ass. That's such a shitty thing to do to a person. Aira is no exception and didn’t deserve any of that. And sadly it only gets worse for her as even when he did do that, she still looked out for him and had to save his ass from a ghoul. 

(She cares about him still)

      (Fuck you keirr, you should have thanked her)

I’d also like to point something out. But in a certain page, Aira claims she lived with the meteor tribe. I’m unsure if she was referring to a beast or when she was a normal dog before cursing herself? 

If that’s true then could Aira quite possibly be a victim to rape as well? I didn’t think much of it at first because the wording confused me for a while. But going back it made me think. If she was used by MT before arenak rules then she’s very much understanding when it comes to her trauma and issues she has. In conclusion Aira seems like a complex character with her own trauma and if it was written better, it would have been interesting to see her overcome her said trauma. She’s a literal victim, a lot more than what kique claims rogio and his “mental chains” bullshit. Aira didn’t have a choice in her life,she didn’t ask to be born the way she was or have to deal with not feeling wanted by others. I feel if kique actually knew how people worked when it came to trauma and one’s mental health and emotions. Aira and keirr could have been a great duo for each other and helped support each other as friends and grew a good connection based on needing each other in a certain time because they were struggling. Sexual intercourse during trauma isn’t something that’ll help someone. It's only a distraction really at the moment. But again it shouldn't be a way out when you're in your feelings and all that. It’s quite unhealthy. I’ll say it again, Aira deserves better and needs out of this terrible comic. 

#home comic #asmundr #kique7 #asmundrhome #kique #bad dog comics #dog comic #home #kique nordin #asmundrcomic #Aira #johan nordin

[adelarsims]

Hi XD

I actually do wanna learn more ab them! And I have a few specific questions if you don't mind!

How old are they really?

They seem a bit obsessed with looking young, is there a reason for that?

Why don't they use a wand if it helps keep their hands looking younger?

What changed them from a snob to a slightly more uhm personable person?

What do they teach?

Also here is your excuse to ramble about world building and magic cus I love this stuff

Another more vague one, you mentioned their childhood was rough, can you talk more ab that?

Finally because I feel like I'm overstaying my welcome, how did they discover they have feelings for Caleb?

1. let’s just say over a hundred. caleb once told cassie that 100+ years old feels better than 97 or something, because there's something romantic about being 'over a hundred', like straight out of a fairy tale, while 97 is just a really old grandpa :D

2. when they imagine looking in the mirror and seeing their hair grey and face wrinkled, they're terrified. it’s not a simple vanity - many spellcasters share this fear, when you don't see the constant flow of time when you look in the mirror, your image of yourself freezes like a fly in the amber - and going back into that flow gets more and more terrifying because it feels like suddenly the end nears faster. not all spellcasters choose to prolong their life, but those who do find it hard to stop. as for the youthful look... i think Morgyn just craves to feel at their peak, being the perfect image of themselves in everything. they were deprived of feeling worthy in their early years, so they keep proving and proving otherwise. especially after some discoveries about themselves that upended their understanding of who they are and thrown them into a deep identity crisis – they would grasp at all perfection that is still within their power to maintain. well... maybe it's also a bit of vanity, too.

3. it’s just more natural for them to cast with their hands and gives them access to much stronger magic. a wand doesn’t hold any magic itself, it’s like a laser pointer for magical energy, helps to focus and direct it. spellcasters need wands, innate mages don’t, though they of course can use them too. hand magic is raw, it’s more powerful but requires mastery and precision, and allows to weave spells that aren’t accessible to wand users, because wand is a single-channel magic focus, so to speak, and hand magic allows multi-channeling it (so basically, there's a limit that former humans who learned magic can do, and for innate mages this limit is very far, if existing at all)

4. oh no, don’t mistake a snob for an insufferable asshole. they were always personable. they’re likeable, cheeky, warm and affectionate to those they’re close with, especially those who appreciate and accept them, even though their position as a grand sage and academia headmaster naturally made them more reserved. and they’re still snobbish about magic, they know no one will do it better than them when it comes to spells, tend to nitpick mistakes in others' spellcasting, and get annoyed when someone is being lazy or unreasonably cocky with their magic. they just were hot-headed about people doubting their prowess as a student, but they have matured a lot and have good self control now.

5. mostly advanced elemental magic, and a few arcane disciplines i’ve yet to find names for. magic schools in my morgynverse are quite different from what they are in the game, for example, practical school isn’t about cleaning dishes. it covers healing, herbalism and potions, enchanting equipment, crafting amulets, like that. the new jewery creating pack will work so damn good for my story, i can’t wait!

6. i already gave bits and pieces here and there on this post. i can tell you a couple minor things if you want. there’s a plant that is used in potions, it’s called cyclop’s brain, it has huge leaves and massive seed pods, and tiny tiny seeds. also, every four years, on 29th of february, “the day that does not exist”, the academia holds a huge event called Masquerade of Mysteries, it’s grand and magical and everyone is allowed to go all out with enchantments and costumes, every student and teacher is looking forward to it.

7. i’m not sure how much i should say considering that i hope to start telling my story one day and it’s a spoiler, but let’s just say they weren’t really accepted for who they are and were considered dangerous even though they never gave anyone any reason to be afraid of their magic (it’s not simply about them being a mage, that wouldn’t be as much of a problem as their origin)

8. slowly. eventually. they were physically attracted to Caleb from the beginning, but it’s doing right by one another that truly brings people together. Caleb was there for Morgyn when they needed it most.

#adelar ask #adelar’s storytime #morgyn ember

[lavenderr-starrs]

I’m sorry to my mutuals who are watching me like disappear for a week or a month and then reappear reblog stuff and post stuff from fandoms you’ve probably don’t even know about (A lot shit on my plate that’s been burning me out lmao! I’m fine though just been busy dw!! It’s nothing bad I promise even though it probably sounds like smth bad XD)

but I’m gonna make this post before I literally lose my marbles

It’s about twisted wonderland and Madoka magica so strap in fellas this is gonna be hella targeted to probably me and me alone and maybe like one other person

Anyways HEAVY AND I MEAN HEAVY SPOILERS FOR BOTH FRANCHISES and A REALLY LONG RAMBLE UNDER THE CUT LMAO

So don’t click keep reading if you havent finished or started either (ESPECIALLY MADOKA MAGICA, Trust me the show and movies are so good walking into blind I’d kill a man to watch it blindly again) also warning for potentially shit grammar incoming lol

First things first-

HOW HAVE I NOT SEEN SOMEONE NOTICE THE SIMILARITY BETWEEN OVERBLOTS AND WITCHES?

The similarities is the over-use of magic and negative energy polluting the energy source they use to performing these magical abilities turning them into abominations that go on a rampage and effecting the lives of those around them.

The difference though is that for witches, it’s specifically middle school girls who become witches and them becoming witches have the chances of causing world ending atrocities- and in the world of puella magi most Natural disasters are due to the fact a witch is the cause of those disasters and only incubators and other unsuspecting naive magical girl know of

Whereas in twisted wonderland *So far* we’ve only seen Teen high school boys overblot and that didn’t(Besides chapter 6 and 7) have any world ending consequences in my opinion

Says alot huh? XD

Anyways that’s a point I wanna get to another time

You know what I’d love to see? a reader-insert or just a yuu from puella magi in the world of twisted wonderland!

Now this is when I start getting real self-indulgent with this XD but I wanna see like a Homura!Yuu! :)

basically a reader-insert who takes the role of Homura Akemi, right?

And the entirety of the first anime happens and Madoka goes from a 14 year old girl who made a wish to save a cat from dying by unknowingly trading her soul to become a magical girl as an energy source to a higher being

to end up becoming an omnipotent concept that saves magical girls when their gems over pollute and are about to become witches

But instead of the Rebellion Arc happening and Homura!Yuu becoming a witch and demon and all that pizazz! let’s say they “try” to keep going and just Bans themselves from going back in time again and trying to go forward for Madokamis sake and deals with those weird wraith things in the new universe

and maybe a little cherry on top they try to learn and expand the magic abilities Yuus other magical girl friends had.

Later on we move to let’s say, 17 Year old Homura!Yuu, and guess what? You’ve been isekaid bestie have fun!

During the prologue introduction, when Homura!Yuu wakes up into the coffin grim doesn’t get a moment to even open the coffin as you just kick it open ready to transform believing this is some form of a witches labyrinth and are ready to jump into a bunch of conclusions

Now, in comes a poor unsuspecting Grimm

And the first thing Homura!Yuu does upon notice of him? The same thing Homura did to Bebe in rebellion-

just one Quick grasp onto his neck and just instantly slamming him into the nearest wall before he could even say a word. Questions being shot left and right over this potential Witch-like being or a being that seems to be similar combination of a witches Familiar+ Kyubey. A thought you do not like the sound of.

Grim is quite fairly, terrified out of his mind (I’m sorry my son) But! Lucky for him in comes the headmaster to witness this display of aggression! And school hasn’t even begun yet! The nerve!

Now this can go from here in Multiple ways, but for now, how id see it going is Crowley using his whip to tie up Homura!Yuu and just yoinks up a scared grim similar to what Mami did in rebellion

you’re only reaction to this is “Ah shit, here we go again.”

Now I can see Crowley ends up kicking Grim away still since you’ll obviously deny any association with him and just questions Crowley like there’s no tomorrow and just like in canon those questions fall on deaf ears! Lol

Crowley believes that coming to night raven college has frazzled your young hormonal teenage mind into acting so aggressive and since he’s such a kind and generous headmaster does not hold you accountable for it, isn’t he so wonderful c:

Homura!Yuu ends up quietly playing along to whatever the hell is going on to get a better and proper assessment on the situation you’ve been put in. So everything continues on as normal while the students of NRC give you a strange look until it’s finally your turn to approach the mirror.

How I’d see the mirror react to a Homura!Yuu is once you give it your name, I feel like he’d go “their soul is..Missing?..” Because as you know your soul has been turned into your soul gem and the mirror has no knowledge of this so you’re not gonna be assigned any dorm, sorry not sorry c:

This, understandable, freaks everybody out.

This is when Canon plays out a usual in the story for the prologue with the headmaster taking you to Ramshackle and you’re Re-encounter with Grim.

When you do encounter grim again you transform again and start to chase after him to continue where you left off back in the mirror chamber. This leads to Homura!Yuu discovering grim to be innocent in your arrival here and just simply… wants to be able to grow stronger.. hmm why do you feel like you’ve heard that before

Upon Grim proving his innocence and quite frankly become official scared of Homura!Yuu in comes the ghosts to scare him some more! They watch you chase him down and wanted to join in on the fun.

Mind you, you aka Homura!Yuu are still on guard and still transformed so you obviously attack the ghost with grim ending believing you attacked them for his protection! You didn’t, but if it makes up for scaring the piss outta him sure 👍 well go with that.

Now we continue with canon from here with Crowley calling you a beast tamer and hiring you as a janitor yadda yadda, but Grim ends up referring to you as his Bodyguard instead of henchman in this one! Which if Homura!Yuu was going to be honest, Grim was 1,000 percent a bigger improvement then kyubey.

I totally wanna make a side writing blog and make more stuff like this if it gathers the attention of others lol, I already have it made I just need to edit it along with my other side account where I used to post art until I took them down due to tumblrs Ai update lol

Once I’m done fixing up those two I’ll make a master post with the users of all three of my blogs and my ao3 too lol

Anyways thanks for reading my weird ass ramble :) I have so many ideas I wanna talk about for this and so many story scenarios that probably no one’s gonna be interested in XDD

#am I gonna tag it as x reader? #yeah :) #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #puella magi madoka magica #madoka magica #thanks for reading the ramblings of a mad women #I’ll make a tag for this #Homura!Yuu #there we go that’s good

[fillinforlater]

am i guessing a yeri in nipple clamps smut in the future?

Spaceship: Horizon - Part 9: Critical Clamps

Male Reader x Kim Yerim

Length: 2916 words

Tags: tits play, nipple play, nipple clamps, rough sex, hardcore, not boring, exhibitionism kink, thigh riding, forced orgasm, against the wall, standing sex, slapping kink, tits slap, hook-up

TW: SLAPS and harsh nipple play

Inspiration: this old-ass ask and ofc, those legendary Yeri pics

Credit: @midnightdancingsol for editing. Thank you, as always!

(A/N: AFTER AGES, Spaceship: Horizon has returned. I hope you enjoy, if you still remember wtf this even is xD)

“Appointment in two minutes. Appointment in two minutes. Waking up is mandatory. Appointment in two minutes.”

In a seemingly endless cycle of monotony, Helper’s speaker blurts out the unequivocal message. Rhythmically flickering red lights bounce off of the bright walls amplify the importance and urgency of the words. Those words are also displayed on the screen which is pointed at you from Workers desk. 

The panic-inducing cacophony of visual and auditory madness does not go past your eyes and ears. You see without realizing, hear without understanding, breathe without feeling alive. Everything around you spins, and then it stops, just to do it again the other way around. Of course it has been weird before, waking up in a spaceship, the guinea pig of alien overlords, but this is a different, significantly worse feeling. Vividly, the pictures still haunt you. Her words are more real than every repeated sentence by the machine that echoes menacingly. The same goes for her hands that grab your hips and for her knees that dig into your calves, but worst of all, she is still inside you. Her cock stretches you wide. It’s so painful that tears begin to run down your pale, numb features. Your hand runs down your back and you feel for it, the cock, the phallic monster that she speared you with. 

It’s not there. It was never there. It was a dream. 

Yet still, you feel utterly violated and the pain is gut wrenchingly real.

“The appointment is now. The appointment is now. Stand up, your guide is waiting outside.”

#

“Hey, there you are! How are you—oh fuck, you look terrible! Yah!”

Yena catches your fall. Her arms are surprisingly strong and she is able to place you down at one of the bright walls of the hallways in front of your cell. With hasty hand flaps, she fans air towards your face as you continue to sink closer to the floor without showing any signs of being fine.

“Please, hey! Talk to me. What happened? What did they do to you?”

Judging from Yena’s reaction—her scared and angry eyes, as well as the heavy shaking on your shoulders speak volumes—you have to look terrible. Well, it is only a reflection of how you feel, distraught, almost lifeless. You look at Yena and try to send her a signal, something like ‘I’m fine’, but there is barely any strength in you.

“Come on! Your heart is still beating, act like it. Please, you’re still here, right?”

“Y-yeah… maybe,” you respond dryly. Yena takes a deep breath, then another. She is probably trying to control her overheating emotions and use the energy to get you back up. A grab at the hem of your work attire and she pulls upwards.

You don’t resist, no, you assist. Press the palm of your hands on the ground, feel the smooth, stupidly clean texture of it. Angle your feet, feel the soft, still-fresh soles of it. Tense all your muscles, feel the rush of being alive. Your bottom might still hurt, the violation very real in your head, but they will not break you like this. 

It’s a short fight, a small victory, but oh-so-important. Next to the shorter Yena, you wobble towards the elevator, while her hand at your back guides you in a different sense now. 

“I don’t know what happened,” Yena says after entering the hissing doors of the elevator, “but your Worker must be cruel if it left you like this.”

“Ts, this fucker wasn’t even there after… this shit. The Helper had to wake me up.”

“Huh? Maybe it has begun then.”

Yena’s mumble is barely above a whisper. You turn towards her, but she interrupts your train of thoughts:

“Seems like things are set regardless.”

“Yes, but what—”

An index finger on your lips.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll explain it later. For now, just do your job. 

“It, this will be over soon, I promise.”

#

Boring and dull. This is what your life has come to. Working nine-to-five, sleeping eight hours, having everything you need to live a secure life. Most people would consider it good. Compared to the average human on planet Earth, you probably even live in luxury. It leaves you empty however. You crave for more action, excitement, anything to look forward to. 

To counter your lethargic state, you downloaded a couple of apps and visited multiple sites that claim to make hook-ups easy. Some of them are, of course, scams, totally fake, but one of them caught your interest—until you realized how vanilla most women are on there. 

Everything is already boring, I don’t need my sex life to be the same, you sigh to yourself while reading profile after profile. At least most of them look attractive and the app seems legit. It’s still not enough however. You need this spark, this burning desire, this passion in your heart again that makes you feel alive again—

Name: Yeri

Age: 23 years

Description: AM I NOT INTERESTING? 

There it is. You can’t remember how long you have waited for this moment. Your pupils widen to take in more of the photos before you. She looks bored, annoyed, dismissive, while her body is barely covered at all. A white wool top, short and thin, leaves almost nothing to the imagination when it comes to size and shape of her breasts. Black shorts further below fail to cover anything of her smooth looking legs, and the midriff in between is deadly. Toned and spotless, like the rest of her skin. 

Before you read the rest of her description, your eyes scan her features again, thoroughly this time. Especially her full, light pink lips strengthen your arousal, as you imagine how she can use them. The shape of her jaw is another perfectly fitting piece to her visual and those damned orbs bring you down to the text she wrote. 

I swear, if you treat me or my nipples nicely, I’m gonna leave you blue-balled and reveal your sorry ass messages to everyone you know. I can’t fucking stand slow and calm, hell, if you like doing that, don’t penetrate me. It’s totally overrated anyways, just take my nipples and twist them until I collapse, fuck.

I’m allergic to losers, so don’t be boring in your first message.

You want to take this advice to heart, you really do. However, it is too late. Nothing will stop you from getting this woman to your house. Even if she doesn’t exist, goddammit, you will create her out of thin air. Before you lose your mind, you slide into her DMs with something that should surely show, if this Yeri is the real deal.

I swear, if you don’t wear fucking nipple clamps when you walk into my apartment, I’m gonna leave you unruined and reveal your sorry ass profile to your parents, fuck.

Ten seconds pass. It might as well be ten minutes. One minute passes. It might as well been one hour. Eighty-nine seconds pass. It might as well be an entire lifetime. Then, finally, Yeri responds, quick and bluntly.

Send your address. Now.

#

You stand in the frame of your open door. The long hallway towards the elevators is void of life, but that does not mean that it will stay this way. Soon, Yeri will walk down to your apartment, and if she is bold enough to wear her exposed clamps, surely someone will spot her. There are just too many neighbors traversing these corridors.

The metal doors open for the twenty-second time since you started your surveillance. Once again, it’s one of your many, many neighbors you have no clue about. Is he the one with the loud dog? The F1 fan? Maybe the one that fights with his wife from Tuesday to Friday, but you don’t know.

Before the old guy disappears in his entry, the second elevator arrives. Number twenty-three, highly likely to be another disappointment, yet your heart rate jolts upwards—

—rightfully so. Sliding doors reveal Yeri, same black hair and make-up as in the photos, just that her shorts are blue this time and similarly bad at hiding her physically fit body. Her posture is stiffer, shoulders seem half an inch broader, but that could be the distance; but all of these new realizations come second to the most important one:

Yeri’s chest is bare, her stiff nipples are clamped up and connected by a metal chain. Her sizable breasts bounce up and down, making the chain jiggle with each step she takes through the wooden hallway. Astonishingly, she seems completely unfazed, as there is no flush on her pale features. Each of her confident steps make her hips sway mesmerizingly. 

Leave the door ajar and sneak behind it. Blood reaches in every corner of your body, heating it up like an old engine finally able to run again. Your mind goes haywire in this process, at one second filled to the brim with fantasies and how to act them out, in the next it’s completely empty. You expected time to pass slower, but Yeri is already at the door, her calm breath only a foot away.

“I know you’re there,” she says, slyly, sultrily, “Just come and take me.”

In a carnal instinct, your senses reach their highest high imaginable, and as your rationale and thoughts fade away, you burst through the door. You greet Yeri in an absolutely inexcusable, rude manner that will remove any of her possible doubts about coming here in a single motion:

Hand wrapped around her chain, you yank her inside and onto a nearby wall. The impact of her bare back does not leave the beige wallpaper undamaged. Good. If this gives you new motivation in life, you might just renovate the entire room, but first, you need to tear down something else: Yeri’s shorts.

“Nothing underneath?”

A rhetorical question, of course. No panties pool on the floor, so she definitely expects some action between her legs as well. Your entire focus however is on her tits, with swollen nipples in between tightly pressing pieces of metal. As you missed her first reaction to a pull, you tug again, this time upwards. 

Yeri shrieks and cries out, her eyes wide and teary. The middle links of the chain rest against her chin. If she lets her lower jaw sink down any further, she can actually take the chain into her mouth. To evoke this fabulous visual, you give the exposed underboob a harsh, first slap. 

“Ouh, fuck. Hng!”

“Shit, this looks good on you,” you hiss, high on seeing Yeri pull her own nipples up with her mouth, “Be careful, don’t drop it.”

Through her nose, Yeri breathes heavily. Her eyes are now almost fully closed, through the tears she probably can’t see you properly. A new level of roughness, however, forces the lids open again. 

With both of your hands free now, you pull the small woman away from the wall to have her stand in the middle of the room, easily accessible from all sides. And from all sides, you start to cover her pale body in red with sets of slaps. Yeri is covered in red handprints from neck to thighs.

She winces and her legs begin to flutter, then stagger, but she stands through the mixture of pain and pleasure. Of course, her nipples are still clamped, but you can clearly see her begging eyes. It is evident that she wants those hands mauling her ass cheeks to go berserk on her tits. 

Out of nowhere, one hand distractingly on her hip, a slap lands on and ripples through Yeri’s right tit. Instantaneously, she screams. Her legs start to give out and she drops the chain from her gaping, still-shrieking mouth. Unable to catch both her frame and the chain, you settle on her body and harshly pin it back to the wall. 

Yeri’s knees have become mushy, so you place your knees beneath her soaked, uncovered pussy and have her sit on your thigh. Your jeans hit her clit and she immediately tenses up. Trying to stand on her own, she grasps for the wall. The tearing of your wallpaper continues. It gets worse when you pull on the chain again.

“Did you ever cum while riding someone's knee?”

“N-no.”

“Good. Time to change this.”

“Wha—ah, fucking shit!”

You grope Yeri’s breast, then pull at both of her nipples. She screams once more and you push your legs just a little further, so she has to tiptoe away from the stimulation of your thigh. It is in vain, as one slap is enough: Yeri shrieks, her legs give out and she grinds on the denim. An added rub on her swollen clit, and the girl throws her head back. Warm juices start to soak your pants. You grin in victory, and repeat your plan without giving the mindlessly shivering woman a minute to recover.

Yeri is intoxicating: her features every time you do something new to her breasts, her body whenever you make it melt or turn its remarkable form red, her cunt as it unloads again and again without failing. You could do this forever, grope every inch of her skin, keep her three nubs hard and aroused, watch her gorgeous face be that of a silly painslut. 

Yet this primal instinct urges you to finally release yourself. The greed for your own orgasm takes over and so you rid yourself of jeans that are thoroughly covered in girl cum. You glance at Yeri to see if she realizes what is about to happen to her, but the way her tongue sticks out she is still in orgasmic delirium. Remove her clamps and she jumps back quickly.

“F-fuck, that was good,” she says in her haze, arms hanging lazily to her sides.

“It’s not over yet. I haven’t finished.”

You lift one of her legs over your shoulder and bury your cock into her pussy. New sounds leave both of your lips, a surprised grunt from Yeri and a desperate groan from you. The two of you know that this will not last long, so it becomes a formality. A very pleasurable formality, where you savor how silky smooth the red velvety walls of Yeri’s fuckhole are. It has amazing heat and when you suck and twist her nipples, she tightens tremendously. 

Soon, you feel like exploding. Yeri feels it too and gets off of your cock. It feels almost natural how she falls to her knees and immediately warms your length again with her mouth. A couple of bops of her small head and you announce the finale of this meetup.

“On… on your tits, Yeri, fuck, please.”

With a pop you are free from her tongue—

“Of course. You made them yours today.”

—and burst a lifetime of semen over her glorious, big chest. Globs of cum run over the red skin, surely sensitive, and you sink to the ground before her. In a last shot, you take into view what has finally made your life fun again.

#

“Damn, I have to say, you are amazing at this. Better than I imagined from your videos.”

“Thank you, I guess.”

This is getting awkward for you. Usually, less than a minute after the official scene is finished, Worker would show up, blindfold you and take you away. Exactly like earlier, Worker is nowhere to be seen and so you quietly sit next to a bare chested Yeri, who hasn’t bothered walking away or at least cleaning up her cum-glazed breasts. She is definitely not feeling the same awkwardness as you, maybe none at all. 

“I kinda knew after watching the Mina video that you were good. I waited some time and after the Sakura video, I applied. It didn’t disappoint.”

“Ah, uhm, thanks again. Fuck, so everyone saw like… every single one of them or what?” You laugh, trying to hide the embarrassment that still persists. No matter how many pornos you will have to record for them, this embarrassment might never go away. A loud, confused looking Yeri interrupts your train of thought.

“Uhm, I think you kinda underestimate how popular and important you are. Like, literally everyone and everything on this ship knows you and has seen your cock.”

“What? What the fuck are you talking about?”

It feels stupid to ask a serious question with a big flush on your face, while Yeri’s boobs jiggle as she stands up and walks over to the unused bed. 

“Haven’t you noticed? None of our supervisors, no Worker, not even a Helper, have come to take us back to our quarters. Isn’t that strange? At first they always monitor us, guide and control everything, but now they are late and we are free to do whatever we want.”

Yeri smirks and leans back. It’s now impossible for you to look into her eyes without seeing her erect nipples. 

“I noticed, of course. I was working in other departments. A lot of people said that the Workers were behaving differently, more lenient, and very distracted. Maybe it’s a new policy or experiment—”

“And what if I told you,” Yeri interrupts you with a mysterious echo in her voice, “that it is something entirely different, something you have brought upon them?”

“Huh? What is it? Tell me, please!”

Yeri shakes her head and smiles cunningly.

“Ask Yena or… someone else. I want a second round. Now.”

#kpop smut #girl group smut #red velvet smut #yeri smut #male reader insert #male reader #male reader smut #female #female idol smut #kim yerim smut

[w2beastars]

Waezi2′s thoughts on “Beast Complex” chapter 21

Beast Complex is back, bitches!

Don’t get me wrong, I adore Paru’s other stuff like “Drip Drip” or “Sanda.” In fact, get the fuck outa here till you read “Drip Drip” and “Sanda”!

But I think the strange, twisted yet wonderful world of Beastars still have plenty to offer. Even more so in the Beast Complex series that is a terrific collection of short stories not necessarily directly connected to Legosi. A collection that has just been expanded with two spanking new short stories, the first being “The Zebra and the White Tiger.”

The protagonist of this chapter is Mika, a young adult zebra who is trying to find the zebra of her dreams over a dating app. It is not going well as she has been meeting a few males who are douchebags.

... I know I use the word a lot, but I adore the word douchebag.

Mika is about to give up after having used the dating app for half a year. She tries one more time after having had chats with this one dude named Atari who seems nice enough.

so, she agree to meet Atari in real life. There is just a tiny problem...

HE IS A MOTHERFUCKING TIGER!

A white tiger BTW.

Mika is obviously pretty freaked out. More importantly, she is royally pissed off. We get this panel that is fricking brilliant:

I thing it is a topnotch detail that the text with her angry and disappointed thought is plastered across his face as she does not see another animal, she sees a god damn fraud. Oh, and cat-fished... XD

Mika storms off in furry fury as this was the last straw, this was the one disappointment that broke the camel’s back for her. Atari follows her and tries to say that he didn’t lie when he told her he had white and black stripes but that he never said to her he was a zebra. Mika points out that Atari is full of shit since even if he didn’t text it to her, he is still registered as a zebra on the dating app.

Atari then makes a valid point.

Yeah, Mika is a fraud as well. Her profile picture is not exactly accurate as she tries too hard to seem cuter than she actually is to make males on the app interested in her.

Mika feels embarrassed as this is the first time she is called out for it and she realize that it is probably the reason she has dated nothing but boring asshats for half a year. If you use a superficial photo you most likely get superficial dates.

Atari claims that there is nothing odd about the two of them lying since almost everyone lies a little on dating apps to try and get in touch with others. And he actually says he prefer the way Mika actually looks.

Mika calms down but she is still annoyed by the situation and rightfully points out that what Atari did is a classic predator tactic. You know, lure a herbivore by claiming to be the same species on a dating app and then eat her. Atari has no response to that since he shamefully realize she is right.

But she decides to try dating him anyways. I mean, I can get that, look at that face:

He is a fricking cutie! Big himbo energy!

... sorry.

The date actually goes surprisingly well. The ball gets rolling when a regular tiger pass them by and calls Atari a “bar-code”, a common nickname among tigers when they see a white tiger which is pretty rare. Atari explains that he tried dating a normal tiger without success, that she only took black and white photos of them together since she thought it was embarrassing to date an albino.

Mika laughs as she jokes that she saves a ton of money on photos since they are almost all black and white. Feeling sympathy for Atari and seeing that there was no malicious intentions for him to date a zebra, she decides to offer him a handshake.

We get some more Beastverse lore since there is an urban legend among animals with patterns that if two animals with the same type of pattern touch that their stripes or spots will merge together if they are soulmates. For a brief second, Atari feels like that’s what happens... and then he calls himself stupid since he is not a teenager.

Mika must have felt something as well as she incites him to a zebra dance club. She argues that he might enjoy it since everyone else there are black and white as well so he won’t feel like an outsider.

Honestly, it look like fun. and it also makes sense since real life zebras prefer to be in herds which is kind of what this zebra dance club is.

Atari is a bit startled... but he quickly realize something that separates him from the zebras and therefor also separates him from Mika.

As they join the dance, Mika accidentally loses her grip on Atari’s hand and can therefor not see him in the crowd as she sees nothing but a whole lot of black and white.

And that’s where Atari realize that Mika’s stripes are for protection, to blend into her herd. But Atari’s tiger stripes?

Don’t worry, nothing violent happens. But Atari is startled by his hunting instinct kicking in. Heck, he realize that not telling Mika on the dating app that he was not a zebra was basically the same as a tiger hiding in the grass, waiting for his prey to come out when she felt safe.

But once again, as it usually is in Beastars and Beast Complex, honesty is what creates a true connection.

That is so cute is a messed up way, but what else is new? :P

Despite Atari’s disappointment over not finding someone he has common ground with, Mika still tells him that they can make it work, playfully telling him to use his stripes to track her down.

I really liked this chapter, but out of the twenty-two chapters of BC it felt like it had the weakest ending. But keep in mind that since almost all the chapters are brilliant then there is absolutely no shame in being second best compared to so many first-class mangas.

Next time, snake and rat talking about their weird cucumbers :P

I’m Waezi2, and thanks for wasting time with me.

#beast complex #beastars #paru itagaki #itagaki paru #paru is insane! #manga #atari x mika #mika x atari #mika the zebra #mika #atari #atari the white tiger

[moonspirit]

Ik you don’t write JeanPiku in particular but please give me your most heartbreaking Jeanpiku headcanons.

(And wholesome ones after so I can dry my tears).

... *Nervous laughter* 🌚🌝

The way I see it, the reason I ship JeanPiku is because of their potential with each other as a fresh start to each of them (because of Jean's unrequited feelings for Mikasa, and because pre-timeskip I ship Pokkopiku) .

The most heartbreaking aspect of these two for me, is that they're going to find it incredibly hard to get over their past loves. So I see them falling in love with each other, at some point becoming aware of their own feelings, at a later point even realising the way the other feels about them, but at the same time, also unable to let go of who they loved previously. Jean will likely carry a special place in his heart for Mikasa for years to come, and Pieck for Porco. What's going to make this particularly painful is if neither one is willing to give the other a chance, and they decide to never act on their mutual feelings for this reason. It's basically knowing that they can experience love and desire once again, but they choose to forego it out of hesitance, fear, and the past. It's knowing that they could be really happy together, with a bright and wonderful life, and then saying goodbye so they'll never see each other again.

Because they can't cross the mountains of their past.

They could've had something together, could've touched, desired, loved and felt, but not without opening their hearts completely.

Now, let's recover!

While I don't see Jean as your typical by-the-books sorta guy, I don't also feel he's anywhere on a level that matches Pieck's eccentricity xD He's a sturdy two-storey house and she's that tornado lmao. Handling her and putting up with her weirdness and exuberant strangeness is going to consume 90% of this man's energy, poor guy. I have this headcanon where she's always getting them both into trouble but gets away with it by hiding behind his back so cutely (she knows what it does to him), leaving Jean trying (and failing) to come up with a proper explanation, eventually resorting to asking Armin for help. She's probably a shameless thief, and his pockets are where she stores the smuggled goods. He and his clothes ARE SO BIG, for god's sake!

She also probably has to teach him how to fuck but that's for another day.

#ask #luciensdefenseattorney #jeanpiku #headcanon #attack on titan #jean kirstein #pieck finger #jean x pieck #shingeki no kyojin

[cloudwhisper23]

I spent two days on this prompt, lol. Yet another story for @grow-bettah's Grumbo Month event! I am still pushing the limits of what counts for these prompts by the way. XD

Day 13: Long Day

He knew the rules well. Hot Guy had impressed them in harshly, the glint of sorrow in his eyes as he’d explained it. Don’t get attached to the tech working with you. Don’t get attached to anybody. That was how they’d get you.

So Cute Guy was rude to the people around him. He was harsh on his technician, who shied away whenever he so much as looked at the man. If the pain of clearly hurting Mumbo got to him, he’d find a puddle to splash himself in and pretend to be someone else. Someone better.

The difference between Grian and Cute Guy was stark enough that Mumbo never noticed their similar height. His tech worked well enough that he never realized it was used against him. Mumbo never suspected a thing. It was perfect, ignoring the fact that Cute Guy had broken the first rule: don’t get attached to the tech.

But Grian wasn’t Cute Guy. He was better.

Mumbo didn’t seem too sure. No matter how much Grian tried to put down Cute Guy for his harsh jokes and cruel flirting, Mumbo always had a defense ready.

Grian saw it as a challenge, digging up more of his terrible deeds to point out to Mumbo. The media caught a lot of it, so it was easy to convince Mumbo that he’d seen it on the news somewhere.

“Some hero,” Grian often said. “How can you be a hero and be so cruel?” It was a question he asked himself.

“I think…” Mumbo would always start, hesitant. “I don’t think he means to be. I think he’s worried about letting people in.”

Grian always scoffed, finding some other way to poke at Cute Guy.

“You just like him because you’re well off,” Grian said one night, the cool surface of window glass against his back.

Mumbo flinched. “Am I? My job is quite demanding, Grian.”

Mumbo wasn’t allowed to share what he did for a living. It was a safety measure. But because Cute Guy knew, Grian knew. And he always suspected it was because of him that Mumbo was constantly exhausted. The glint in Mumbo’s eye only existed when he was with Grian. It was certainly never present around Cute Guy, nor with Hot Guy. Not even Hot Guy’s tech, Cub, could get more than a few words out of Mumbo on the job.

Mumbo was shy, a realization Grian reached rather quickly. He stuttered when he was unsure of something. His laugh held more energy than Grian could ever give.

“What do you do for a living?” Grian asked, the pressure settling over Mumbo like the collapse of a building.

“You know I can’t tell you that.”

“Is it dangerous?” Grian pressed further, knowing he was pushing Mumbo’s buttons. “Are you a super hero?”

“Goodness gracious no!” Mumbo smiled nervously. “Grian, please. Drop it.”

“Fine.” Grian tightened his shoulders. He didn’t need Mumbo to tell him. “What’s so demanding about your mysterious job, anyway?”

“Grian.”

“You don’t have to give details! Just like, blame your boss or whatever. Be as vague as you need.”

Mumbo swallowed. “I don’t know…”

“I’ll tell you about my life if you do it,” Grian said, peering at Mumbo from the windowsill. It wouldn’t be hard to tell small truths, like where he’d been before the program decided to use him. It wouldn’t be hard to recall his old life.

Mumbo’s mustache twitched. “Fine. It’s not my boss so much as one of the people I work with. A client, if you will.”

“Go on…”

“He’s…” Mumbo struggled to find words. “Well, he certainly tries to make things harder for me.”

He must be talking about me, Grian decided. Tilting his head, Grian nudged Mumbo into elaborating. “So he’s a jerk.”

“More than that! He’s the boss of a few other people, and I just know he’s rubbing off on them because there’s no way they’d be so-“ Mumbo clamped his mouth shut. “I guess he’s what the good people of the city would call a villain.”

Grian flinched at that. Surely not? If Mumbo was so defensive of Cute Guy, why call him a villain?

“Your turn,” Mumbo said softly.

Grian remained silent.

“Grian, you promised,” Mumbo’s voice sounded small. It tugged at Grian’s heart.

His shoulders sank as he looked into Mumbo’s eyes. “What do you want to know?”

The facility felt cold the next day, when Mumbo walked into the laboratory. Hot Guy nodded to him, the faintest acknowledgement.

It was the most polite anyone ever was to Mumbo. Aside from Grian, of course.

Mumbo swallowed the noise in his throat as he recalled their conversation and the way Grian’s voice sounded dead when he told Mumbo about his life. About the scavenging to survive, about the way his younger brother had succumbed to an illness he couldn’t do anything about. About the way he described the many times he’d been kidnapped for the sake of experiments. Experiments.

Mumbo kept his eyes on the broken visor on the table. Hot Guy burned through these fast, and oftentimes Mumbo was stuck fixing them. Cute Guy’s equipment rarely broke, as his skills lay more in a subtle category.

“On the table there,” a voice said, and it ran chills up Mumbo’s spine.

He kept working mechanically, watching with his peripherals as Hot Guy sighed and jumped up on the table. “Time for more?”

“Don’t backtalk me,” Hot Guy’s handler snapped, black wings flicking out with irritation. “It’d be a shame to have to find you someone new to repair your equipment.”

Mumbo’s fingers worked quickly, finishing up his work on the visor. “Repairs are done,” he said as though he hadn’t been listening to the conversation in the room.

“Good.” The handler didn’t spare him a look. “Now get out.”

“Yes sir.” Mumbo exited, taking a deep breath once he got into the hallway.

Just in time to see the news report. “-receiving word of multiple building collapses, and no heroes are yet in sight. Most of the Lower East Side has been completely destroyed. We advise everyone to evacuate to the Higher West Side if at all possible to avoid further tragedy.”

Mumbo’s hand shot to the pager at his belt. “Cute Guy, do you copy?”

No response.

Mumbo tried to calm his trembling as he tried again. “Cute Guy?” Please answer. Of all the times to ignore me, now is not one of them. Grian lived there. Grian worked there. He was in danger, and Cute Guy wouldn’t spare Mumbo the time to ask for help.

“Cute Guy, do you copy?” Mumbo’s voice thickened with tears as the news continued. “Cute Guy, please answer me.”

Determining that this was not going to work, Mumbo stormed back into the lab. Hot Guy met his gaze solidly, his muscles tense as the handler inserted a needle into his arm. The handler whirled on Mumbo immediately, shouting at him to get out.

“This is an emergency,” Mumbo stated, his voice quavering. “For one thing, Cute Guy won’t answer his communicator, and for another, something has gone wrong on the Lower East Side. They need a hero out there. Cute Guy is unresponsive, meaning whatever you’re up to needs to wait. There are civilian lives at risk.”

Hot Guy’s mouth twitched, but he said nothing. The handler glowered at Mumbo. “Cute Guy is unresponsive?”

“To my pager, yes. I am not entirely sure where he is.” Truthfully, Mumbo hadn’t even thought to look for Cute Guy. The hero avoided him like the plague unless he needed something, and even then, he was harsh and snippy. Hot Guy was right here, so he was the faster option regardless. Especially if Cute Guy stubbornly refused to respond to communication.

The handler walked toward Mumbo, his grey eyes darkening to something more akin to black. “You are to go find Cute Guy and report back to me.”

“But the Lower East Side-“

“You are to go find Cute Guy.” Wings bristling, the handler grabbed Mumbo’s shoulder. His talons sank deep enough to draw blood. “Is that clear?”

Mumbo shot Hot Guy a look. The hero shrugged at him. He was in no position to resist either, clearly. “That is clear. I’ll find Cute Guy.”

The handler stared at him for another moment. “One more instance of this insubordination, and you’re out.”

“I don’t work for you,” Mumbo snapped, unthinking. Hot Guy betrayed the slightest wince.

The handler’s grip tightened. “I think you’ll find that crossing me will be very unpleasant for you, Mumbo Jumbo.”

“Yes sir.” Mumbo was nearly shaking with his own rage now. Grian could be dead on the pavement for all this man cared, but all he could think about was Cute Guy.

“Answer your damn comms, mate!” Mumbo practically shouted into the pager when he was alone. “Where are you?”

No response.

“Cute Guy!” Mumbo yelled into the pager.

“Why are you so loud?” Cub asked, plugging his ears as he approached Mumbo.

“Cute Guy won’t answer his comms, and the Lower East Side needs a hero right about now.” Mumbo scowled at Cub. “And apparently no one in this building even knows or cares.”

“What are you talking about?” Cub blinked, pulling his fingers from his ears. “We would’ve heard something by now-“

Mumbo pointed silently at the hall broadcast, something implemented into every hallway to ensure that everyone was constantly updated on the events around the city. Images of crumbled buildings and bodies littered the screen. Mumbo’s stomach heaved as he saw the smashed remains of a child’s doll, splattered with blood, in the image.

Cub paled significantly. “This isn’t a job for Cute Guy, Mumbo. Even if you could find him, they need both: Hot Guy and Cute Guy.”

“Yeah, good luck with that one, mate. The handler is in there with Hot Guy.”

“You’re joking.” Cub pushed his glasses up his nose. “Okay, new plan. We’re going to sort this out ourselves.”

“How do you figure?”

“We’re tech guys. We’re smart enough to figure out the technology we work with every day, surely.”

“In theory,” Mumbo replied. “But probably not in practice.”

“Look, man. I saw how hysterical you were. And this sort of thing never phases you. It’s the only reason you were hired, actually. You can keep a cool head under pressure. Clearly, this stuff means something to you.”

“But-“

“Mumbo, either we do this, or the entire Lower East Side goes down. Are you with me?”

Mumbo’s resolve wavered, and he recalled Grian’s expression from the night before. His grave resolve. “I’m with you.”

Things were decidedly not going well. Cute Guy cursed the thick black glow coursing through his veins as he hoisted a sobbing toddler into his arms. The girl clung to his neck, her sobs slightly muffled by his torn uniform.

The Lower East Side had been positively ravaged. Cute Guy cursed the idiot who’d thought necromancy was a good idea as he deposited the child at the evacuation point.

Someone came forward immediately, shouting for his baby. Cute Guy gave up the child with little effort before running back into the danger zone, despite the protests from the police officers at his back.

They didn’t register him as Cute Guy.

And why would they? He had his mask on, sure, but the effects of that… thing sank deep. It was on his clothes, in his hair, and most definitely under his skin. He could feel it draining his energy even as he hurried back into the destruction.

Like an idiot, Cute Guy had tried to confront the biggest monster on his own. It had launched explosive skulls at him, roaring fiercely.

The first attack took out his main equipment. Now he just had a weird glowing blue sword that Mumbo had handed him once and his wings. Thankfully, he wasn’t in the worst shape. The black skeletons were somewhat manageable with the help of the sword, but without the help of Hot Guy’s bow, the big monster couldn’t be dealt with.

Staggering as a wave of pain overtook him, Cute Guy let himself take a moment to breathe. He felt the dust on every inch of his body, and his wings tried to dislodge the debris that had managed to get in between every feather. It was a hopeless fight. Until backup arrived, all the news would hear about was the lone civilian continuously running back into the destroyed district to save as many other lives as he could.

Distantly, he heard screaming and the roar of the monster. Cute Guy’s wings twinged, and he forced himself to launch into the air to fly toward the noise.

Mumbo and Cub both heard the screams at the same time. They ran toward the sound, stumbling as an explosion rocked the ground. Cub had emphasized that the wings were experimental, and even if they needed to cover ground quickly, they were only to be used in absolute emergencies. Still, Mumbo couldn’t help but feel miffed that they didn’t have the helpful advantage of Cute Guy soaring overhead. Hot Guy liked to call him “the eyes in the sky,” and Mumbo could definitely see the lure of that in a situation like this.

“Oh, that’s not good,” Cub said softly. “How should we do this?”

Mumbo stared in terror at the scene before them. A grotesque, three-headed black skeletal creature floated in the air above two kids. It looked as though it was gearing up for another attack, even as Mumbo glimpsed a third body lying motionless beside the other two.

“You evacuate the kids while I distract that thing?” Mumbo asked without thinking.

“You’re crazy.”

“Yeah, well, that’s the plan we’re going with.” Mumbo shot out of hiding, even as Cub cursed behind him. “Hey! Over here!” He steadied his crossbow and shot the monster.

It whipped around immediately, roaring its displeasure at the interruption. The kids screamed again as Mumbo scrambled to ready another crossbow bolt. He dimly recalled Hot Guy’s distaste for crossbows, and he was suddenly aware of their major flaw: reload time.

Ditching the effort with the crossbow, Mumbo started running. An explosion hit the ground at his feet. Mumbo tumbled to the pavement, cement tearing through the shoddy armor he and Cub had managed to cobble together. Something crunched against his back, and Mumbo figured he was dead if he didn’t get up.

Staggering to his feet, Mumbo heard the blood roaring in his ears as the giant monstrous creature continued to chase him. With no weapon in sight, Mumbo ditched the remains of the equipment. It hadn’t been a viable plan to begin with, and Mumbo had known that. Still, he let Cub pretend there was hope, if only to ensure that Cub didn’t go into this alone.

Just keep running, Mumbo told himself. This whole thing was too dangerous for civilians. Even if there was that tiny voice telling Mumbo that Grian would be the type to run back in here to save countless others, he knew his friend didn’t have a chance. He didn’t have a chance.

Maybe Cute Guy or Hot Guy would’ve, but Mumbo had no idea what they would’ve done in this situation. They weren’t here, and they probably wouldn’t make it in time to save anyone anyway.

A step onto cracked and uneven pavement sent Mumbo sprawling again. Pain shot up his leg as his ankle made an unpleasant crunching noise. Mumbo crawled forward, but the monster was right there, and oh God, he was going to die, and-

Something flew over his head, wacking the monster with a solid crack. The monster roared in fury, shooting at the thing, but it couldn’t seem to connect.

Mumbo watched in dazed shock as the grey blur ducked in between the explosive attacks and landed hit after hit on the monster. The thing finally crumbled, literally, as withered bones exploded everywhere. One of them scratched Mumbo’s face, but he hardly flinched.

“Hey, Mumbo? Can you hear me?” A warm hand cupped his face.

Mumbo struggled to focus his vision and failed.

“Mumbo?” the voice persisted.

“…Grian?” Mumbo said hopefully. Maybe they’d both died, and Grian was here to guide him on his way to the afterlife. At least he got to see Grian again. That was nice.

“No, Mumbo. Hey, can you look at me? Can you manage that?”

Mumbo scrunched his face, trying to stop his vision from swimming. “You sound familiar. But you’re not Grian?”

“No, I’m not Grian.” A huff escaped the other person. “You know me, though. Don’t you, Mumbo?”

Finally, finally, Mumbo’s vision settled, and he saw the familiar curve of Cute Guy’s mask way closer to his face than it had ever been. Mumbo flinched, aggravating his ankle again as he attempted to get away.

“Hey, hey. None of that. Mumbo, you need to stay still for a moment.” Cute Guy caught his arm.

Cute Guy was more grey than Mumbo remembered. He was fairly certain Cute Guy had black and pink wings, not grey. Then it finally clicked that of course Cute Guy was coated in the same debris coating his own body. And then he registered that he must still be alive, as his ankle was in such complete pain that there was no way he was dead.

Mumbo didn’t realize he would be so disappointed to be alive. But he swallowed his pain and scowled. “You’re late.”

“Excuse me?” Cute Guy’s mouth twisted. “I’ve been here the whole time! If anyone’s late, it’s Hot Guy!” His wing twitched irritably. “This is what I get for coming to save you. Not even a thank you.”

“Maybe I would’ve given you a thank you if you’d answered your comms,” Mumbo snapped right back, a tiny bit relieved that things hadn’t changed too much. “How was I supposed to know you were here? Nobody’s seen you!”

“They’ve seen me. They just can’t recognize me easily when I’m coated in pulverized cement.” Cute Guy looked like he was about to elaborate, but then a flash of something black flickered under his skin. He shuddered as he fell into Mumbo, knocking both of them to the ground.

“Whoa, mate.” Mumbo wrapped an arm around Cute Guy and attempted to sit up. Pain flared in his ankle, but he ignored it. “You alright?”

“I’m fine.” Cute Guy pulled himself away from Mumbo, expression guarded. “What are you even doing here?”

Mumbo opened his mouth, but he didn’t know how to explain. How to tell Cute Guy that his best friend in the whole world lived here and was probably dead. That he’d been desperate for someone to save him, only to find out that Cute Guy had already been here to save people the whole time.

“None of your business” was what Mumbo settled on, slightly satisfied to see Cute Guy’s annoyance slip through his careful expression.

“I think it’s safe to say this is my business, especially since you tried to get yourself killed.”

“I wasn’t trying to. I-“

“Then what,” Cute Guy said with what sounded like exaggerated patience, “were you doing?”

“I was looking for someone,” Mumbo finally said. He didn’t want to listen to Cute Guy’s barbed response to that, but he had to say it. “I was looking for my best friend.”

Cute Guy seemed surprised. Actually, a tinge of red appeared on his face. Finally remorseful of your actions, are you? Mumbo looked away from Cute Guy. He didn’t want to hear what Cute Guy had to say.

“And I know you and Hot Guy are always going on about not getting attached, but technically, I am still a civilian, so-“

“Who were you looking for?” Cute Guy asked.

Mumbo’s lip quivered. He didn’t want to expose Grian to Cute Guy’s unrelenting bullying. Especially after Grian tried to convince him countless times that Cute Guy was terrible.

But Cute Guy was unrelenting. “Who are they? Mumbo, you may not like me or even trust me, but I need to know if I should be looking for someone.”

“His name is Grian.” Mumbo squeezed his eyes shut. “And he’s the kind of person who’d run back into a destroyed district for the sake of someone else.”

“Hmm.” Cute Guy didn’t have much to say about that. “Well, let’s get you out of here, at least. Come on.”

Mumbo blinked. Right. First and foremost, Cute Guy was a hero. Of course, he’d be concerned about Grian more as a civilian than anything else. Relief shot through Mumbo’s veins as Cute Guy lifted him into the air.

Grian was going to be okay.

Mumbo made his way to his living room, sighing in relief when he reached the couch and could put his crutches aside. He was completely and utterly exhausted. His day had been far too long.

A tapping at his window jolted him from his sleepy haze. Grian. Mumbo tried to stand up before remembering his broken ankle. Even with the extra jolt of pain, Mumbo managed to get over to the window and open it for his friend.

“Having a bit of trouble there?” Grian asked, steadying Mumbo on the walk back over to the couch.

“A bit yeah. Broke my ankle.”

“Mmm,” Grian’s face scrunched. He sat gingerly on the edge of the couch, looking quite pale.

“Are you alright?” Mumbo asked, his gaze sweeping over Grian. “I heard about the incident in the Lower East End. Some kind of monster?”

“Yeah.” Grian shuddered. “I almost didn’t make it out.” He cleared his throat. “The um. The doctors said I got an infection from them. They called it Wither. After the monster, that is.”

“The doctors knew what it was?” Mumbo hated the sound of that word.

“Mhm. I mean, they kind of have to, if it can get people sick like this. Just one touch can give you infection.” Grian said this quickly, as though he didn’t want to think about it.

“Is it curable?”

“Yeah. It’s not a pleasant experience, given that my diet is going to consist mainly of milk for the next few weeks, but its better than the alternative.” Grian shrugged. “I’m out of work for a while too.”

“There’s worse things than getting some much needed rest,” Mumbo remarked. “They aren’t letting me go in for at least a week, if it makes you feel better.”

“Unpaid or paid?” Grian asked.

“Paid. Wait a minute, are you out of work? Completely?”

Grian shrugged. “Maybe.”

“But you’ll starve!”

“I know.” He smiled. “You know, I think you’re the only person I’ve heard protest about the problem so far, actually.”

“I’ve been thinking about this,” Mumbo shrugged sheepishly. “The entire Lower East Side was destroyed. Banks, stores, houses. I mean, you’re not the only person with this problem, I’m sure, but I did think of you first. That’s where you live, right? And presumably where you work, too. An entire district of people who aren’t getting compensation for losing everything shouldn’t just be left to die.”

Grian was staring at him. Mumbo felt like maybe he needed to justify himself a little bit.

“The hero foundation has a lot of money,” Mumbo said softly. “All that money spent on technology that never leaves the labs. Surely they could spare some, right? For a destroyed district?”

Grian still wasn’t speaking. He was just looking at Mumbo, an odd expression on his face.

“Grian? Are you still listening?”

“Yeah… Just…” Grian blinked, shaking his head. “You care so much about all those people.”

“Of course. I mean, just because I have a better paying job than them doesn’t make me better than them.” Mumbo shrugged.

“Yeah…” Grian blinked at him again.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?”

“Mmmm…” Grian let his eyes fall shut. “You know, I don’t think most people share your sentiment. I doubt heroes do, anyway.”

“You and your hero nonsense again! Cute Guy was there, I promise you.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I was there, Grian. I came to find you.”

“And they just let you go into the restricted part of the city on your own, I suppose? Is that how you broke your ankle?” Grian's eyes flew open again as he challenged Mumbo. “You went to play at heroics, even believing that our so-called heroes would come save me?”

“Well, as you said, no one had seen Cute Guy.” Mumbo shrugged. “I was worried, so I went looking.”

“But why?” Grian pressed. “Why would you risk yourself like that? You knew it was dangerous, obviously. Why do something that could get you killed?”

“Because you could’ve been dead,” Mumbo said. “No, listen. I can’t- I can’t lose you, mate.”

Grian looked away at that. “I’m nobody, Mumbo. You would’ve been fine.”

“You aren’t nobody. You’re my best friend.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before.” Grian hugged himself, distancing himself from Mumbo. “Cute Guy passed on your message, by the way. He gave me quite the scolding.”

“Nothing more than I got, I’m sure.” Mumbo smiled ruefully. “So Cute Guy did end up finding you?”

“Yep.” Grian remained further from Mumbo. “You think I’m the heroic type.”

“Am I wrong?”

“No.” Grian finally met Mumbo’s gaze again. “But Mumbo, you can’t go around doing stuff like that anymore, okay? Because as much as you think it’ll help, you can’t try to save me on your own.”

“Leave it to the big guys, huh?” Mumbo asked weakly.

“You aren’t allowed to get yourself killed.”

Mumbo blinked. Grian’s voice was authoritative, almost aggressive. “…Alright. But you gotta check in when things like this happen.”

“I’m here, aren’t I? Checking in.” Grian finally seemed to release the tension he’d been holding the whole time he’d been here.

“Nah, more often than this. I know you like coming here at night, mate, but surely you can visit during the day too. Especially since you’re out of work right now.” Something occurred to Mumbo then. “Actually, wait. Do you even have somewhere to stay at night? Now that your district is…”

“Not really. Why? You offering?” Grian’s mischievous look returned. “Can’t say I’m not flattered, Mumbo.”

“What? Why are you taking it that way!” Mumbo’s cheeks burned. “Can’t a man just be nice to his friend?”

“You’re obsessed with me,” Grian replied. “Running into a destroyed district for the sole purpose of seeing if I’m okay. I dunno, Mumbo, but that seems a bit-“

“Okay, no.” Mumbo pointed a finger at Grian. “You can’t use that card because you did it for complete strangers.”

“Not complete strangers. I knew some of them.”

“Yes, but as I’ve already said, you’re my best friend. I’d say that’s a higher level than people you’ve met before, yeah?”

Grian rolled his eyes. “Fine, sure, yeah. Harsh words, mate.”

Mumbo shrugged. “You can still stay here if you want.”

“Even if I pretend it’s because you’re in love with me?” Grian giggled as Mumbo made a protesting noise in the back of his throat.

“Even then,” Mumbo answered, certain his voice sounded higher than usual. “Yep, perfectly fine for you to pretend something like that.”

“Alright. I think I’ll take you up on that offer then.” Grian shuffled back over, settling in on the couch, despite the fact that Mumbo hadn’t moved. He was laying across Mumbo’s lap without a care in the world.

Mumbo made another strange noise, even as Grian grinned up at him. “Good night, Mumbo.”

“Grian!”

“Yes?”

“I need to get up still.”

“Should’ve thought of that before I laid down. You’re my pillow now. Sorry.”

Mumbo’s mouth twitched. “You’re going to give me back problems.”

“Sounds like a you problem. I’m going to sleep now. Today has been way too long.” Grian closed his eyes with a soft sigh.

“Yeah.” Mumbo’s voice quieted. “It has been quite the long day.”

#grumbo month #grumbo #grian #mumbo jumbo #cute guy #hot guy #cubfan135 #not tagging scar by name bc it never comes up as him #still debating whether I want to make this into its own storyline actually #the thought has crossed my mind several times #cloud writes

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Ace and Deuce special! Kind of… I guess lol Since our last post was about them. But there’re also some about AzuIde!

Anonymous asked:

Context of the latest post? :)

I think it’s pretty self-explanatory, Anon~ But I’ll let the second Anon answer your question:

Anonymous asked:

Hey Ace finally got laid!

The entire twst cast does the “omedetou” clap 😔👏👏👏 Congratulations, Ace!

Anonymous asked:

Not their faults that they share the same room, Riddle. XD Also, poor other two roommates. (Freshmen rooms have 4 roommates, 2nd year have two roommates, and 3rd year have their own rooms. Only Dorm leaders have their own rooms)

No-no, it’s entirely their fault, why would they even do something like this?! (Cue angry virgin noise)

And yeah, I honestly don’t know how their roommates survive this, but who knows, maybe they are out for some reason and ADeuce decided that they won’t get another chance like that and got a little bit too excited~

Anonymous asked:

Do you have any ace thoughts?? I have these like "twst character phases" where one character becomes my chew toy for a week and then gets discarded and ace is my latest victim 🤭🤭

I've kinda been thinking about pining!adeuce except deuce keeps fucking other people to cope and ace is insanely jealous and keeps avoiding him. Maybe he sleeps with one of their classmates (Jamil or epel maybe?? I like jamiace a lot) as a sort of "revenge"?? Which probably works after ace purposely doesn't hide the marks left from his "wicked plan" LMAO

Aftermath is they either fuck and become occasional fuck buddies making their pining worse or they avoid each other and make things worse (either way everyone is getting a headache from these two)

Ace is a nice chew toy, Anon, good choice! We have a similar situation, even though there are characters that are always our faves, right now we’re going through the first book again, so we’ve been kind of rediscovering Ace and Deuce lol

Ace and Jamil are a fun combo (poor Jamil just has to suffer because of his basketball club boys lol), but I honestly don’t know if Jamil would be up for something like that. Maybe he has his reasons though, it all depends on a scenario I guess.

Deuce feeling jealous despite knowing darn well that Ace is purposefully trying to make him jealous… god, how complicated things could be between them lol

I do like the idea of ADeuce being fuck buddies and not dating each other despite the fact that they’re super obviously are into each other and want to be together though; there are some nice doujins about Ace going through a crisis because he definitely wants to keep sleeping with Deuce, but just can’t help but cling to the “we’re just friends” thing, hurting Deuce very deeply. Wow this sounds more tragic that I thought lol but it doesn’t has to be: these idiots are hilarious, and watching them trying to figure shit out, fight, make out and fight again, and then have sex and stop talking to each other and then fight again is peak comedy. And also super headache inducing LOL

Anonymous asked:

Okay someone has to say it, next to Jack Deuce looks like a fucking stick. To be fair, you could be the buffest guy around and look like a stick next to Jack, he’s just THAT beefy

Yeah, Jack is hella big, so he has this aura that makes everyone shrink when they’re near him lol But I’m also prone to exaggerations when it comes to size difference. I love it too much

Anonymous asked:

i was the beach anon..also the dead dove anon from awhile ago, i’d love to discuss the beach scene potential in dms of that’d be ok

Oh hi Anon! :)

Sure, but only if you’re okay with me super slow (I mean it) with my replies. I absolutely hate making people wait and giving lackluster replies, but I also don’t have a lot of time and energy apart from drawing, which makes me a terrible person for chatting…

Anonymous asked:

Hello hi hello I am one simple man who enjoys AzuIdi very much- may your brain always be full of ideas and your hands be capable of completing all your missions

Thank you so much, Anon, it means a lot <3 God how much I want to complete all my missions. There must be more Azul/Idia in the world, and I’m happy to know that there are people who are excited to see them.

Anonymous asked:

So I was looking into your Azuide marriage AU and I find it very interesting so I was wondering if say Idia cheated on Azul for some mysterious unknown reason...what would Azul do??

Ohh thank you for your interest, Anon! I’m glad you like it :)

It honestly depends on the circumstances, but it would still be bad. Azul’s first instinct would be to learn anything he could about that person and how they know Idia. He would talk to Idia about it himself, but even if Idia just tells him everything as it is, Azul needs his own independent research to check if Idia is lying to him or not. Yes he is THAT petty lol

Azul is very bad at forgiving people, and cheating on him is one of the biggest betrayals a person could present him with. Of course, their marriage isn’t a romantic one, but it doesn’t change Azul’s feelings, and he’d be very hurt.

You’ve seen the “bad ending” scenario and probably have read my replies about it; although it’s kind of vague, but this is the reaction I’m picturing, to be honest. Maybe not as drastic, but he’ll also stop giving Idia any kind of privacy: either Jade or Floyd is going to be around him at all times, looking at his monitors, watching what he’s doing, who he’s talking to. Just to make sure that he isn’t doing anything stupid~

Oh, and Azul’s also going to scare that other person away or even ruin their life. Easily.

But there are also some exceptions that would make Azul begrudgingly look the other way. If Idia was to have an affair with Lilia or Ortho, Azul is going to just swallow his pride and try to act calm. But he’d still be super hurt and probably punish Idia in some other way.

#replies

[we-will-be-reun1ted]

─── ⋆⋅Body⋅⋆ ───

Okay so first straight off the bat, the twins are not human. That’s canon and that’s been established. So in my eyes, that means they aren’t going to have the same kind of bodies.

I’m not going to go into their appearances in this post as that’s a completely different thing. I may draw them but I’m not getting my hopes up.

Anywho bodies! So. The twins have very specific functions to do with their bodies to make it easier for them to travel around space from universe to universe. Starting of with this - they do not have stomachs.

I imagine that since they are travelling around space a lot when they aren’t in a world, they don’t really have much to eat up there. So the food that they do eat when they are in a world actually gets absorbed into their bodies and converted into energy rather than just being digested. This means that they don’t need the bathroom, don’t gain or lose weight or anything like that.

When travelling space they can’t really take food since on average the food will probably disintegrate into a dust and undergo chemical changes in the vacuum. So, to be able to have the energy to travel for a long time, they have to eat a lot of food before leaving. Like tons. The amount that would make even Paimon nervous.

The both feel pretty sick afterwards but it works!

Another thing kinda cool about their bodies is that the twins are able to change certain aspects about their body.

An example of this is that they could technically change their physical genders if they really want to.

I imagine both of them are comfortable in their genders (Lumine a girl, Aether a guy) but they weren’t really born as such. These two were created from an explosion and a lot of things happening at the same time which just so correlated to them being made. They were both kind of one being that split into two. Basically, shooting stars in the vessel as humans.

Neither were raised on a gender or had any concept of that until they started travelling to other worlds, which is when they technically ‘chose’ what to be.

This can be physically changed. It would take a lot of their energy but if they had the will and want, they could do it.

This doesn’t really happen though as it takes way too much of their energy and they are both happy as they are.

This is kind of relating to the last one about being able to change things about their body

This is a bit of an odd one so bare with me. Kinda inappropriate but in the biology class inappropriate way.

Right, they have stuff like sperm, egg, normal stuff like that though like ✨yassified✨cause these mfs ain’t human. Maybe Aethers cum is glittery or something I don’t fucking know.

Whatever so the cool thing about them is they are able to literally turn their fertility on and off like a switch. Neither want kids. They are planning on travelling forever why would either want to settle down and start a family with someone they meet in one of the worlds. I’m gonna use Lumine as an example of this in the least graphic terms possible.

So as I’ve said, Lumines a sexual being. Nothing wrong with that. When she has sex, she doesn’t have to use any form of protection as she can just turn her fertility off pretty much. If she ever wanted a child she could pretty much just turn her eggs or whatever back on and then bam. It does take a few days for her body to adjust so she would have to do it a few days prior. This is the same for Aether.

This one’s just weird to be honest. I say as if the last three haven’t been just as weird.

The two are able to grown back their limbs like lizards can crow back their tails.

I don’t say that lightly. They can’t just go “oh haha I’m gonna cut off my arm and throw it at someone for a funny prank XD” and then immediately grow it back. No it’s an extremely long and painful process. Firstly, losing the limb would be just as painful as it would be for the normal person. Maybe slightly less as they both have incredibly high pain tolerances, but certainly not ideal. To make matters worse, the growing part would be even more painful and cost them a LOT of energy.

It would take a long ass time. It’s not just gonna grow back overnight. And even after it’s back they are going to struggle to move it or do anything with it for a while afterwards so it will just be limp next to them for a while. They will basically have to relearn movements in that limb.

Say for example, Aethers right leg is cut off, poor guy. Once it grows back, if he had any scars or tattoos or anything on it previously it would no longer be there. It will be completely plain. A normal leg.

A rule for this is the brain must still be fully functioning with the rest of the body for this to work. You can’t just cut off one of their heads and expect the body to start growing again. If you cut off the head, they die. Simple.

#genshin #genshin impact #aether genshin impact #lumine genshin impact #lumine #lumine headcanons #aether #aether headcanons #lumine and aether #aether and lumine #genshin traveler #genshin twins #genshin headcanons #starcrossed headcanons

[rockmiyabideusexmachina]

2023 Megaman Summer Fanart Contest Results!

I have no time to whip up a new results post image, but oddly enough I have a dorky 16-year-old drawing I can crop, that somewhat technically covers both themes, in some respect. Go figure.

Thank you to everyone for your patience waiting for this post! Sorry, just have felt a little lacking in focus and energy to finish this until now. As usual, the top 3 who placed will be announced first, followed by the remaining entries in alphabetical order by alias. As an added surprise, I'm also throwing in a bonus runner up mystery winner position, since there were no raffle prizes or anything extra I threw in this summer. They will get the same cash prize as our third place winners. Winners will be contacted soon!

Without further ado, after the break, here are your winners and galleries full of art!

CATEGORY 1:  The Sand-ly Cup Playoffs (Talent)

For the talent category this year, participants were to draw a sand-themed Megaman character taking part in or ruining a beach sport event.

After each entrant’s name, there will be a link to the entry, too, just in case the inserted images don’t load for you. In the interest of not breaking your browser with the usual super-scrollingly-long post, entries consisting of more than 2 images will only have 1 embedded into this post, with links to each page separately.

[Full Cat. 1 gallery]

1.) Daidairo (@aurantia-ignis): [Entry] ($150 USD prize)

Beautifully drawn, with so much going on to draw my eye towards! You've got Desertman not only helping his own teammate out by giving him a boost to spike the Met volleyball, but also firmly gripping Blues from moving with his legs covered in sand. Love all the other cameos in the background, with everyone being so active and enjoying the summer day.

2.) Kaitlin.EXE: [Entry] ($75 USD prize)

In a summer full of surprises, it was a joy to see your art for the first time in a long while! If X DiVE had sadly not been phased out this summer, this would have been a set of skins/new summer characters I know a lot of people surely wanted, with a fun new boss alt design. Finding treasures buried at the beach definitely fit's Scaravich's profile, and his little striped swimsuit armor and diving attire gave me a good laugh, plus looks just perfect for him. The boys all have unique swimwear that fits them great, individually!

3.) @nightopianfoxgirl: [Entry] ($50 USD prize)

Wait...Higsby died? This news ticker sure did take a dark turn at the end! Unless Anubis can use his nanomachines to bring him back and all. Amusing twist turning Anubis' staff into a microphone as he roleplays as Ribbita here. Meanwhile, Iceman, Bubbleman and Aquaman are drowning in the larger size uniforms somewhere. A little humor and a little fanservice mixed in to an overall crisply-drawn & colored piece!

*Bonus mystery runner up random prize!*

Tori: [Entry] ($50 USD prize)

Those pair of Sasoreenu may have spikey drill tails, but Roll and Kalinka are strong enough to power through them! In fact, I think Roll is the one who is going to spike first, and it will be game-set-match for those scorpion bots! Great job, Tori!

Another surprise this year was this being an entry from the youngest participant I've ever had submit something, to go along with being the first ever time a parent and their child have both submitted an entry into the same contest! Good to know the current generation is being brought up as Megaman fans!

And the remaining wonderful entries, in alphabetical order by alias:

@dahlia-the-nurd: [Entry]

Solar frisbee versus sawblade frisbee, who's better at chuckin' those things the farthest? I'll go with the guy who sticks his finger up claiming to be #1. Until a time stopping duo decides to mess with them both a little bit, and neither fly very far... XD

Dr. Fresh: [Entry]

Doc Cossack and all his children enjoying some family fun on the sand. Love the variety having something different that they are all involved in. Bright Man's bulb having it's own 'sunglass' essentially is something clever and creative that I can't say I've seen anyone think of before!

@eulogysinger: [Entry]

Love the concept of the digital touchscreen photos sent for Megaman to browse through, and how you incorporated all the Secret Area Navis into enjoying a beach break. It's funny seeing Yamato's shogun helmet changed into a beachwear sun hat, but still fitting his design so well. Also loved his little foot soldiers getting in on the fun with Desertman; honestly all the scenes are cute and amusing!

@ingopotato: [Entry]

Looks like that sedimentary rock-themed Robot Master is about to be turned into... ...Sandstone.

*ahem* Sorry. Ground Man mucking things up and the look on Stoney's face amused me. Very crisp art, and good job at really making it look like the sand is blowing and kicking up behind both of the main sandsurfing RMs!

Mattasaurs: [Entry]

Mummira head is the perfect volleyball! Unfortunately, just as a decoy here, because bumping that one back over is not going to get you any points, Aile. That was certainly a very well-thought out creative choice in the composition, and I absolutely loved it. The proportions and angle really give a kind of neat fish-eye lens perspective in this piece, in some respects.

@pstart: [Entry]

Well, if the net is out of commission, maybe Volnutt can stake up a defeated Nakel on two poles and hit the Reaverbot eye over it! I can feel the heat with the main sunny yellow background, but also thought keeping the two background characters in a shaded grey was an interesting style choice that also makes them seem like they are in the shade.

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CATEGORY 2:  Bae-liawatch (Humor)

For the humor category this year, participants were to draw their fave characters with at least one as a lifeguard, in iconic red swuimsuits/trunks, as an ode to the series Baywatch. Despite my category title, nobody took the bait and drew Alia as a lifeguard, however, rendering it moot.

[Full Cat. 2 gallery]

1.) @grammars-doodles : [Page 1] [Page 2] [Page 3] [Page 4] [Page 5] ($150 USD prize)

For main pun alone, your comic made me laugh the most! Baysquawks just works perfectly for this. XD Cute, fun, with a bunch of nice visual gags. Zack may have lived, but at the cost of poor Quacky Lacky lifeguard #3...

2.) @sylviidaee: [Entry] ($75 USD prize)

The contrast in art style between these two versions is amazing! From the painterly shading, proportions, to what is happening in the scene, the "Expectation" (emphasis on PEC, while looking at Gutsy's chest!) panel is just wonderfully drawn! I don't think I will ever be able to unsee Gutsman as a grinning John Cena muscleman. XD

3.) VCampan: [Entry] ($50 USD prize)

Points for the most literal pure parody of the theme, enabling the rare buddy comedy teamup of Sigma and X. Overall, characters and look matches up really well to the 2017 Baywatch movie poster, with plenty of little Megaman-themed tweaks, although I'm laughing at Zero in the CJ swimsuit/position. He looks thrilled to be put in that there! XD

*Bonus mystery runner up random prize!*

dmr: [Entry] ($50 USD prize)

So, viewer, you are saying, "If Ace is the lifeguard, why isn't he in red trunks like it says in the rules?" Well, obviously Kelvin is the actual lifeguard, but he got too distracted flirting with that hot babe to bother to pay attention to any issues going on in the water. Isn't that another thing lifeguards are known for, anyhow? So Ace is just pitching in. Wonderfully drawn, with a lot of movement and interaction through their poses. Great job on the water and splashy effects!

And the remaining wonderful entries, in alphabetical order by alias:

 AbilityField: [Entry]

Good thing Blues always wears multiple pairs of shades on his head that he never truly has to worry about losing them. I don't know if the same can be said for swim trunks, though...

@aw-colorcat: [Entry]

Ice Man in the ocean would probably make the water cold, but I think the water's even colder when Miss Splashy is inhabiting it, after that frigid reply to Bubs. XD Goes to show how just a simple short retort can bring a good laugh. Cute, and loved Ice Man's meme-worthy expression!

miralie: [Entry]

Miralie requested her entry to be censored a bit (as seen in the link above), to shield everyone from a glimpse at Sigma packin' his *ahem* um...Gunner Sigma. As a compromise, (with permission to post) I decided to edit in Zero spinwaving his way in front of the potentially offending bits and pieces. Or...ya know, maybe Sigma can spin Zero with his Junk-O. You be the judge. Granted, I didn't think your eyes needed to be shielded like Colonel is doing to Iris here, but sometimes it's OK to be like an overprotective older brother. Forgive her, Zero! She just wants to peek a little at the beach commander between Colonel's fingers. Because Miralie did draw him with quite the impressive physique, is all.

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Once again, congrats to all the winners, and I will be contacting you about your prizes shortly. And thank you all so much for continuing to participate year after year, both regulars and newcomers! ‘Til next time!

#Rockman #Megaman #Mega Man #Rock Miyabi's 2023 Megaman Summer Fanart Contest #Fanart Contest

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Stray Kids Random Astrology Observations

Note: I’m reading these by traditional standards, which includes, but is not limited to: ignoring cusps, using whole signs, and disregarding Uranus-Pluto for natal readings

Bang Chan:

I was really surprised to see no earth signs in his chart, considering how dependable he seems. All of that air energy could lead him to be quite flighty, but his Libra Sun/Moon/Mercury being ruled by a Venus in Scorpio is really helping ground him

Lee Know:

So as far as I’m aware, the purported birth time of Mr. Know is either 8 PM/AM….but it truly TRULY makes a difference considering Venus switches over during that day (and traditional astrology does not recognize cusps). Either his Scorpio Rising is being ruled by a Mars in Virgo, or his Gemini Rising is being ruled by a Mercury in Scorpio. Regardless, his plethora of Scorpio is being ruled by a Mars in Virgo, and as a Virgo enthusiast, I really like this for him. I think I’ll have to watch more of his stuff to determine which I think it is. 

Changbin:

I accidentally put April at first which left me very confused as to how another Aries existed in Stray Kids after Woojin was gone

Poor Changbinnie… his Mars and his Jupiter/Saturn causing so many squares in his chart. I won’t go as far as to say “misunderstood”, but homeboy definitely has an “inner saboteur” (especially with that Sun combust Moon). That being said, I find a lot of the most interesting people/celebrities are the ones with squares- it adds dynamics. 

Hyunjin:

A funnel chart! I have one of these myself, so I feel like we just ~get each other~ xD Seriously though, his funnel handle is a Moon in Virgo, so when shit goes south in his life, it seems like he relies on turning inwards 

Han:

More Virgos! Although this time, there’s almost nothing else supporting that Virgo placement (and it’s being ruled by a Mercury in Libra)... I’d bet dollars to donuts that his rising isn’t in an earth sign either. I’m leaning either Leo or Aquarius Rising, with a slight preference for Leo. 

Felix:

And here boys and girls we can see what difference a Moon sign can make. Also surprised to see almost exclusively Fire/Air in his chart (barring that Sun in Virgo). Though, with the clips I’ve seen of this boy just absolutely blubbering, my guess is he’s got a water sign rising. Cancer perhaps? 

Seungmin:

Not for nothing, but Seungmin reminds me of Youngjae from GOT7. Without a birth time, we can’t actually even be sure he’s a Virgo, but I’m hard pressed to say he’s not due to that comparison alone. (Edit: ran the times; he squeaks in as a Virgo regardless) For a rare change of pace, it’s fire signs that seem to be lacking here, nor are there any fixed signs. He’s the anti-Leo, if you will.

I.N.:

If Seungmin has none of that fixed sign stubbornness, then don’t worry, because I.N. definitely makes up for that. Like Changbin, he’s also got a lot of squares going on, but this time it’s across the whole wheel. There’s something about his random Mars in Scorpio that just reads as “brat” to me instead of “warrior” like the placement would usually indicate, but maybe that’s just the maknae tinted glasses coming in. 

Thoughts? Concerns? Disagreements? Please let me know in the askbox I’m relatively new to Stray Kids so I’d love more insight :)

#stray kids astrology #astrology #stray kids #skz #skz astrology #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #i.n.