#he's literally wearing his necktie

[baysalt]

I may be months late to the pity party, but I'm here now in a big way

#ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #edward teach #blackbeard #me arts #blackbonnet #he's literally wearing his necktie #he's literally crying his eyeliner off

[tooruhearts]

they’re in love!! (with you)

→ feat. atsumu miya, oikawa tooru, hinata shoyo, sakusa kiyoomi || genres: fluff

KIYOOMI is late to work. and it's not his fault. no, he didn't sleep in. he didn't forget to turn off the stove. he didn't forget his keys. in fact, he woke up at seven am like he always does. but kiyoomi is late to work and it's because of you.

"baby, one more kiss? the last one," you say, lips already chasing after his.

but kiyoomi puts a hand over your mouth. "you said that twenty kisses ago."

"last one, i promise, please?"

and now you're holding onto his necktie, eyes blinking at him, waiting for him to say yes. but kiyoomi is already ten minutes late to work and he knows that if he caves into you he will be even later. so he opens his mouth, about to say no, but then you kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear.

"please?"

god. he can't say no to you.

kiyoomi kisses you, sighing into the kiss. he can feel your smile against his lips. what a little devil, he thinks. but that doesn't matter right now, because your lips feel like heaven and kiyoomi thinks this is paradise. and kiyoomi kisses you again and again and again until you're both breathless.

maybe he should call in sick today.

ATSUMU sometimes gets this overwhelming warm feeling in his chest, a feeling that makes him want to almost cry. and it is times like these, as he’s laying in bed sick with a wet towel on his forehead, as you are holding his hand, that he realizes how grateful he is that you chose him. that you wanted to stay with him.

“babe, i love ya, will leave all my fortune to ya."

“tsumu, stop acting like you're dying. it’s just a cold.”

he snorts at your reply, but the warmth of your fingertips on his palms doesn't stop the tears from appearing in his eyes. he can feel his lips quivering, his face growing red (and not from the fever). so he pulls you closer to him, until your face is pressed into the crook of his neck.

“ya know i love ya, right? i love ya so much,” he whispers in your ear.

"i know tsumu, i love you too."

"even when you make me burnt porridge, i love ya a whole lot."

"yes, yes, you big baby," you giggle, lightly smacking his arm, "my big baby."

the night ends with you kissing atsumu's face over and over again until he stops crying (he stops when he falls asleep).

TOORU knows all good things come to an end eventually. that forever is not a word that lasts, it's not a word that makes sense to him. that one day he will have to let go. but when his arms are tightly wrapped around you as you bask in the afternoon sun, your hair tickling his cheek, he thinks it might make sense after all.

forever is a word that tooru can finally picture and it takes shape in the form of you.

"you smell like me," he says, kissing the top of your head.

"you noticed? i used your shampoo."

"you're also wearing my jersey," he teases, "you like me that much?"

"tooru, you're literally my boyfriend."

he laughs. tooru can't help but tighten his arms around you, still laughing, your face pressed against his. you whine, saying he's crushing you. but tooru keeps you secure in his embrace, kissing your cheeks, your ears, your neck. kissing your lips. and yes, oikawa tooru is your boyfriend. he's yours, forever and more.

"you're soo clingy," you say.

"only for you," he replies.

tooru doesn't think forever is a word that lasts, but if it's with you, he will try. he will try to make it last until his last breath. only for you.

SHOYO thinks you look stunningly beautiful. even now, as your clothes are soaked and you look terribly pissed off because the weather forecast didn't announce it would rain. even now, as your hair clings to your forehead and you're squeezing his hand a tad bit too hard.

"our picnic is ruined.”

"it's fine, we could always go tomorrow! and now we can go home and cuddle."

but that doesn't take away the look of disappointment on your face, or how your body slumps, or how smaller than usual you look. so shoyo pulls you towards him, making you drop the picnic basket, his face a mere inches away from yours.

"dance with me?"

and shoyo doesn't even wait for you to answer before he's twirling you around. hands around your waist, pulling your body each time closer to his, until all he can feel is your warmth instead of the rain soaking his clothes. until all he can feel is your heartbeat.

"shoyo, stop, this is embarrassing!" you say, but you're laughing and laughing with each twirl, with each step.

shoyo thinks you look stunningly beautiful. even now, as your hair clings to your forehead and your clothes are drenched. even now, as the rain pours over both of you and you two are dancing and laughing like mad.

a/n: tooru’s is inspired by the song forever by lee junhyung!!

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #oikawa x reader #sakusa x reader #hinata x reader #atsumu miya fluff #oikawa tooru fluff #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #hinata shoyo x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu drabbles #hq #atsumu headcanons #oikawa headcanons #sakusa headcanons #hinata headcanons #atsumu drabble #oikawa drabble #hinata drabble #sakusa drabble #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x you #atsumu miya x you #oikawa tooru x you #sakusa kiyoomi x you #hinata shoyo x you #tooruhearts

[rainbowsillz]

Mysterious disappearance 🦢✨

Characters: —Trey, Ruggie, Jade, Jamil, Rook and Lilia.

Genre: — It can be platonic or romantic. . !!

Note: Vice heads' time to shine I guess huehue (^^)／~~~ In summary, you have been 'toying' with them with their things.

A/N: I was inspired by Salmon in L'amour est un oiseau rebelle.

TREY rubbed his head when he was confused to where his outfit went to, he was around 99% confident it was on his table, dispersing his thoughts, he asked Cater and his buddy said he should check in somewhere else because why would it be missing if not because of a sneaky little thief-? The green head merely groaned as he continues on with his journey with looking out to it.

RUGGIE was chewing on a sandwich on his vacant hand, he started counting the things that he (may have gotten from uh Leona) stored in his room. So one necktie, two small necklaces, three bracelets... wait a minute, he seemed taken aback at the oddity, the beastman stared owlishly, partly due to puzzlement. It's not his underclassman doing is it?? Gee, what a mess. Guess he'll have to find out about who has been loitering in his place..

JADE was genuinely surprised to realize his hat was there on the counter and the next, it was gone in a span of thirty minutes he was making foods and drinks for Mostro Lounge's new menu so he can turn it in and have his break after a hectic week of his. His lab-wear also out of sight, much to his bewilderment. My, my, how curious, would you like him to come up to you himself? Well..?

JAMIL was apathetic. As if Kalim wasn't enough of a migraine, his belt was nowhere within his reach. How tedious. The vice leader figured eventually that it has to be you, again with this. While it was meddlesome, pointless, anything is preferable than hearing Azul talking about how wondrous it would be if he were to join hands with the said housewarden... That's literally would not be what he decides on, it's 'annoying' to think about possibilities.

ROOK can trace your footsteps, honey. Why did you think it's a good idea to 'wear' his boots when he's out there? Mon Trickster, if you'd like him to follow you through the forest, you could have just say so, no need to prolong it! He likes, likes a thrilling pursuit, adrenaline in his veins as he called you and if he met with you, he won't be leaving you anytime soon, he'll hold you so close to him.

LILIA was wondering how did his coat vanish~? A treasure hunt venture? He certainly doesn't mind games, so it doesn't seem like it's a member in Diasomnia, who could be 'bold' as to snoop with his belongings? Aw, it takes one to know one, isn't that true? He can piece it together, as long as he can catch the mischievous you of course. He recalls how you would clung on him, a bit intensely. Had you told him directly— he wouldn't have to run in circles.

#twisted wonderland #twst scenarios #twst x you #twst x reader #twst imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x you #twst trey x reader #twst ruggie x reader #twst jade x reader #twst jamil x reader #twst rook x reader #twst lilia x reader #twst prompts #twst headcanons #gender neutral reader #etihw.writes

[mothswitheyes]

I think Riz can actually use magic and the magical gear is all bells and whistles. In a party of so many casters, literally ALL of them have magic now, I think he feels a lot more disconnected from the 'magic' then the rest of them, where it feels very connected to things like faith and art and being the oracle.

Magic is just something he does, he uses, like he uses his sword and his gun and his hands, it's a tool, it's a method to getting a job done, but thinking "I can spellcast" while everyone has this Big Reason for being able to do it is difficult, illogical, so it's easier to conceptualize it as ACTUALLY a tool, a bracer and a necktie and glasses and beaded bracelets, and not just verbal, somatic, material.

When he casts compelled duel on Kalina, he explicitly uses Nothing to do it, he says he calls upon his connection to Kalina since his birth but that still inherently is magic, he casts a magic spell with nothing but pure will, and it works! There is never a question about it working! Both because the items are inherently flavoring, they don't, on paper, actually exist, and because Riz has magic.

I don't think this is something that'd ever really come up or be canonized, as it just seems to be an off-topic thing for Riz's arc right now, but I think the idea adds to Riz's personality, and it the natural, funny conclusion to "I HAVE to wear it, it's just so practical."

#my textposts #riz gukgak #meta #fhjy #I think riz and gorgug would have a lot more connection talking about spellcasting then the other bad kids #but neither would rlly think to have the conversation #I also don't really think he'd KNOW he can spellcast without his items #he weaned himself off using them and never realized he just learnt the spell #idk maybe i'll write a fic about it one day

[buffaloborgine]

As we all know, Yashiki and Mashita pretty much are gei, although much of the info we use to deduce such info are most likely from how they interact with each other.

But what if I tell you that if you examine them on themselves without the interaction with one another, they are still, pretty much hinted to be gei?

Let's start with Yashiki, as he is easier to dissect on this aspect.

- Kazuo Yashiki's real name is Masamune Kujou, which is a very interesting name, because his father is Muramasa Kujou, and even the trivia from the devs of the game did confirm that Muramasa gave him the name "Masamune" because the old man believes him to be the "perfect creation". This may not be a problem, until you know old man Muramasa named his daughter Saya, the name literally means "sheath" in Japanese. This shows that the Kujou family has inequality between sons and daughters, and along with the fact it is one of the noble family in Japan, the responsibility to have a good marriage and bear children falls onto the son, in this case, on Masamune Kujou. However, we saw that even before the ignition of the Death Mark event, Masamune was already in his 40s, and yet he is still single.

- Spirits can inflict fear, which means they can detect the person's inner fear and trigger it. In Yashiki's case, many of the spooks he got from spirits are lewd CGs, which proves that he fears of seeing lewd scenes with female bodies. To elaborate on this, the amount of lewd CGs in Yashiki's side of Spirit Hunter franchise is a tantalising amount in comparison to Akira's side.

So being a man in his 40s, bearing responsibility to continue the bloodline yet still single and clearly has fear on seeing naked female bodies, those should be enough to point out that Yashiki is literally gei.

Now we move onto Mashita, the cat guy is trickier to dissect, but it's not impossible.

- Mashita, on first look, seems to be an unkempt man, but on closer look, you can notice only his coat is unkempt, it's too loose. He wears neatly arranged vest, with necktie and stuffs. And asides from his shaggy hair sleepless eyes, bad habits of smoking and drinking and the impossibly rude mouth, you can see him taking care of all the other details. This proves that at some point before, Mashita wasn't the same as he is now, what caused the change though? As we know he was in a trauma after his senpai's untimely death, perhaps this would be the changing point.

- We have never heard Mashita talking about any other people that can be called as close to him, not parents not siblings, and obviously not friends. Just his senpai. This mysterious man left a huge mark on Mashita's life and despite everything of time and space and even job changed, Mashita still hasn't moved on. He still smokes and drinks alcohol (these are even his likes), he still keeps the old oil lighter, and he still wears that strangely loose coat. How much a relationship with a man can be that makes someone unable to move on even when things have changed so much? Obviously, that man wasn't just Mashita's senpai, but someone more, even more than family.

In conclusion, Mashita has already been in a relationship with his senpai, until that man passed away, and he wasn't able to move on, until his fateful meeting with Yashiki.

Yashiki was finally free from his responsibility because he is no longer a Kujou in name and as he met with Mashita, he can work out on their relationship through the spirit hunting cases. Meanwhile, as shown in the Mary's New Color DLC, Mashita leaving his coat on the hanger in Kujou Mansion is a sign that he has finally been able to move on from his past and start anew in his relationship with Yashiki.

#death mark #death mark 2 #spirit hunter #kazuo yashiki #satoru mashita #yashita/mashiki ship is getting canon

[fairy-writes]

TREES OF GREEN, RED ROSES TOO

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing(s): Nanami Kento x Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Grim Reaper!Nanami, Gender Neutral!Reader, Reader is terminally ill

Notes: This is for the Spooky House Collab done by Willow’s House/@willowser! Go check out the other pieces!

The title is lyrics from “What a Wonderful World” by Louis Armstrong.

TW for death, illnesses, coughing up blood, and hospitals

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You didn’t expect Death to wear a suit.

All the tales you had heard swathed the Grim Reaper in robes of pitch and tar. Like a night sky without the moon or stars.

The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was borderline driving you up the wall. All day, every day, it was all you heard as you wasted away in your hospital bed.

You hunched over and coughed into a tissue that you managed to grab before your body convulsed. When you pulled it away from your mouth, it was tinged red with blood.

So when your hospital door opens, you expect a nurse to come to your aid.

Not the actual personification of Death.

You know it’s him the second you see him. Something in the back of your mind knows. Some primordial part of your brain recognizes just what you are face to face with. 

He’s tall and blond, with hair styled neatly and his eyes hidden behind glasses. He’s dressed in a neatly pressed black suit, an almost leopard print dotted tie around his neck, and a very expensive-looking watch around his left wrist. The necktie seems an odd combination, but with the literal Grim Reaper in front of you, you didn’t give yourself much time to think about it. 

But… surprisingly… you don’t find yourself scared at all.

“Are you here to kill me?” You ask once your coughing has subsided. The man cocks his head slightly, watching you with eyes almost like a bird. 

Unblinking. 

Unmoving. 

And then…

“No. Not kill you. Help you pass on, maybe, but I don’t kill anyone.” His voice is smooth and deep, rich like the notes of an orchestra. You shudder at the sound and stifle another cough. 

“What if I don’t want to pass on?” You ask, and he raises an eyebrow. Immediately, you feel like a child being scolded by a parent.

However, instead of scolding you, he simply sighs, adjusts his cufflinks, and takes a seat next to your hospital bed.

“It’s your time.” Is all he says, and all you feel is anger. You clench your fists until the skin is taut across the knuckles. 

Who is he to decide that? 

Who gets to decide when and who dies? 

Death or not, you should get to decide when you go. Not some man you’ve just met. 

“You have a valid train of thought. But everyone gets to pass on some time.” The man says, and you realize you have just said everything out loud. You duck your head in embarrassment and stare at your hands twisted in the cotton blanket that is draped haphazardly over your legs. It’s silent for a beat. Then two. 

“I don’t want to die.” Your voice cracks, and your eyes burn as you realize that you genuinely don’t. For months, you had waxed poetic about wanting to finally pass on. To finally be free of this pain. To be free of this life you have lived, in and out of hospitals for years on end. 

But when faced with the one person who can grant you that… you find yourself… afraid and clinging to life.

The man’s eyes soften until he simply looks sad. 

“There are few people who do. But your time has come.” He says gently, and you hold back a choked sound that threatens to break the confines of your chest. You lurch awkwardly away from him as if that would keep you from dying. He half-stands when you nearly fall out of your hospital bed but returns to his seat when you right yourself. 

You refuse to say anything, refuse to take his hand, refuse to do anything that has to do with the man next to you. And he doesn’t say anything in return. He simply sits and watches.

Until…

“Can I do something before I die?” You whisper, and he checks his watch, adjusts his tie, and nods. 

“What is it?” He asks, and you reach for your diary on your bedside table beside your hospital bed. He hands it to you, and you take it, fingers brushing his.

His hands are… warm.

Not cold as death as you had so often heard in stories.

But you shake your head and open the book, flipping through pages of poetry and ideas, and finally come to a stop on a page simply titled “Bucket List” and hand it to the Grim Reaper. 

“I want to do everything on that list before I die.” You say firmly, and he scans the pages, arching an eyebrow when reading over the list.

“This isn’t very long.” He comments, and you shrug, relaxing against your pillows now that imminent death isn’t looming on the horizon. 

You had stalled for time. 

More time to remain alive.

More time to come up with a way to get out of this. 

“I tend to be picky.” That is all you say, and he nods once.

“Very well then. Let us begin.” He says and extends a hand. You frown and hesitate to take it.

“You aren’t going to just kill me, are you?” You inquire, and he huffs,

“Of course not.” 

Something in you says to trust him.

So… you do.

Entry #1: Go to a haunted house

The crowd to the haunted house is bustling, almost overwhelming to your ears with the sheer amount of noise. Your nose is assaulted by the smells of popcorn, cotton candy, sweaty bodies, and spilled drinks. 

The wheelchair creeks, but you almost can’t hear it. It was one of the crummy ones the hospital provided when you were discharged. You weren’t sure why you were released early, but you had a feeling it had to do with Death. He had approached the nurse checking your vitals, touched her shoulder, and whispered in her ear. Her eyes had glazed over, and she had nodded numbly before leaving.

You had been checked out within the hour. 

Some kid bumps into your wheelchair, and you flinch. Perhaps this was more overwhelming than you anticipated. 

Death seemingly notices and leans down,

“We can leave.” He suggests by whispering in your ear, and you can tell he isn’t judging. He’s simply stating a fact because he noticed you were panicking. But you shake your head and swallow your overwhelming panic,

“No… I’ll be fine.” You say, and it’s finally your turn. 

The atmosphere is spooky but not scary. You didn’t even flinch when the first scare actor dressed as a wolf-man jumped out at you with an ungodly shriek. Perhaps it’s because you have the literal Grim Reaper pushing your wheelchair. Maybe it’s because you know you’re dying, so a haunted house feels… trivial. Either way, you don’t feel scared.

Another scare actor. This one dressed as a zombie. Another scream. But you simply smile, say, “Good job!” and move on. Death doesn’t so much as flinch with each wail. He doesn’t even say anything. He simply keeps pushing you through the haunted house at the same steady pace.

You two finish the haunted house easily. As Death begins to push you back down the sidewalk toward the hospital, he speaks.

“What did you think?” He asks, and you shrug, leaning your head back to look at him. His eyes are carefully trained on the scenery ahead. You look ahead but see nothing but a few people meandering about.

“It was alright. Not at all like the movies.” You say and hear him huff out a noise of amusement. 

Looking back up at him, you look in time to see a quirk on his lips. 

“Things rarely are.” He says wisely, and you can’t help but smile a little. 

Entry #2: Make candy apples

You stare dumbfounded at the sight before you. 

There’s Death at the sink, making his way through washing a bag of apples. His suitcoat is hung over the back of a chair, and his black button-down sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. His watch had been taken off and carefully set aside so as not to get water on the expensive article of clothing.

“Why are we in the kitchens? Why are they empty anyway?” You ask as you slowly roll your wheelchair closer to the man. Your arms shake as they strain to push you closer. You had another round of treatments today—another bout of attempting to extend your life for as long as possible.

“Your list says you wanted to make candy apples. I managed to get the supplies.” That's all he says, and you blink. 

“You actually read my list? You didn’t skim it?” You ask, surprised. He looks at you with a slight frown. 

“Of course I read it. Why wouldn’t I?” He asks in return, and you look down at your hospital-issued sweats.

“No one ever does.” You whisper and hear the water turn off. 

Death doesn’t ridicule you. Doesn’t laugh. He simply walks behind you and takes ahold of your wheelchair handlebars. Then, he pushes you to a small kitchen table that has been set up and lets you get comfortable. He returns to the counter, brings you the bowl of washed apples, and instructs you to start twisting the stems off while he boils the corn syrup, sugar, and water. 

“What color do you want the candy apples?” He asks, and you pause in your endeavors. 

“Surprise me.” You say, and he simply makes a noise to show he has heard you. 

Stabbing the apples with sticks and dipping them takes little over twenty minutes, and soon, you have a bushel of drying, dipped candy apples on a tray of parchment paper. The green fruit is coated in a deep red hard candy, and your mouth salivates at the thought of biting into your sweet treat. 

“Thank you, Mr. Reaper.” You say as you poke at one of the apples with a spare skewer. Death looks up from where he is fastening his watch back around his wrist. 

“For what?” You look at the man,

“For allowing me to do this. I’m sure you’re busy. But—”

“Helping souls pass on is part of my job.” He cuts you off gently, and you nod numbly, looking down at your lap. 

He stands, gently working one of the dried apples from the parchment paper and handing it to you.

“You can also call me by my name, you know.” He says abruptly, and you pause from where you are about to take a bite. 

“What?”

“My name isn’t Mr. Reaper. Just call me Nanami.” He says, and you squint, a bit skeptical about the entire exchange.  

Ultimately, however, you decide to smile and extend a hand, offering your own name, though you are sure he already knows it. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Nanami.”

Entry #3: Do a corn maze

Nanami gets you checked out of the hospital at dusk. He wheels you out to a nondescript black car with tinted windows. You slide into the passenger seat with some difficulty as he folds the wheelchair and puts it in the trunk. 

The ride to wherever you are going is filled with aimless chatter. Nanami seems to have relaxed some after introducing himself properly, so he makes it a point to ask you questions. 

“Don’t you already know this stuff?” You ask incredulously, and he nods once, keeping his eyes on the road as he switches lanes. 

“I do. But I prefer to hear it from you.” He says simply, and you feel your ears warm. 

The Halloween festival isn’t crowded like the haunted house was, but it isn’t completely empty. You spy a few families, some pushing strollers and others carrying children. Nanami parks the car and gets out; you get out as well, wrapping your coat around your thin shoulders and tugging mittens onto your fingers. It’s already cold out. You can see your breath. 

The Reaper unfolds your wheelchair, and you take a seat. The two of you make your way over the gravel parking lot toward the entrance, where Nanami pays for two tickets with what looks like a blank card. Your hand is stamped, and you are ushered inside. 

All you can smell is carnival food and corn. And it smells utterly delicious. Nanami must be able to read your mind or something with his freaky powers because he stops and purchases a caramel apple for you to snack on. 

Soon enough, you are at the entrance of the maze. The dirt path is worn, and you are jostled back and forth as you are pushed forward. 

“They really ought to level this out. Someone is going to trip and fall.” You complain in between deciding where to turn. Nanami makes the wise choice not to say anything.

Once good and lost, you then make the decision on getting out of the maze. However, there’s a problem. 

“Nanami, I can’t see. And I don’t have a flashlight.” You say once you realize it’s indeed too dark for you to make out anything but the bare minimum of the corn stalks. 

“I can see just fine.” He replies, and you huff,

“But that takes the fun out of it for me. Isn’t that the whole reason we’re here?” You try, and he pauses, clearly having not thought of that. 

So he touches your temple with one warm hand, and suddenly, you can see everything. 

It’s like the sky is as clear as day! 

It’s like you can see the very turn of the universe as you stare up at the brilliant sky speckled with stars. 

It’s magnificent. 

You are gobsmacked the entire way, not even noticing that Nanami easily navigates the corn maze. It isn’t long before you make it back to the car, and it’s only then that you realize that you are back to seeing the pitch-black sky. 

“How’d you do that?!” You demand excitedly as he starts the car. 

“I can temporarily share some of  my powers.” He replies, and you nearly bounce in your seat with your sudden bout of energy. 

“That was brilliant! Can you do it again?!” At that, he shakes his head, 

“Not tonight. Maybe some other time.” He says and leaves it at that. 

You don’t have the heart to remind him that your time is coming to a close. 

Entry #4: See the cherry blossoms

Fog rolls over the grounds as you are wheeled through the park. It’s late into the night by the time you are quite literally teleported to your destination. The Grim Reaper holds tight to the handles of your wheelchair and begins to walk. You have a blanket thrown over your lap, a hat over your bald head, and mittens over your hands as the wind stirs up the leaves.

It’s not that cold. Really, it’s only a bit chilly. But with your emaciated body from all the treatments, you shiver nonetheless. 

“Would you like to go back? You’re trembling.” Nanami points out, and you shake your head vehemently. 

“Absolutely not. This isn’t like the haunted house. Plus, I want to see the blossoms.” You say firmly, tugging on your mittens, and he makes a noise but doesn’t stop pushing you at a slow, leisurely pace.

The park is beautiful. 

The paleness of the cherry blossoms is washed out in white, making the flowers seem silver in the full moon’s light. And with no one around, you have the entire park to yourself. 

Well… except for the man pushing you. 

You tilt your head back to watch the twinkling stars peeking through the cherry blossom trees. The branches sway in the light breeze, and petals flutter onto the sidewalk. You hold your hands out and catch a few in your palms. Bringing them close, you inhale deeply, smelling the faint scent of the flowers. 

It’s peaceful.

At least… until frost begins to cover everything, and you go from chilly to downright freezing. 

And see a tall, cloaked figure standing at the end of the sidewalk, massive scythe in hand and a blackened hole where their face should be. 

Now this was what you imagined when meeting the personification of Death. 

“Nanami…? Who is that?” You whisper, pointing, but it seems Nanami has already noticed the figure. You can hear his bones creak as he tightens his grip on the wheelchair bars. 

Worryingly, he doesn’t say anything. He simply comes to a stop and waits. 

And the figure begins to walk. In long strides that eat up the distance between you until they stand before you, carrying that massive weapon as if it were a mere twig. 

“Who’s this Nanamin?” The voice is powerful and childish, but that of a man at the same time. When no one answers, the figure reaches up with a skeletal hand. It’s almost as pale as the moon, and he flicks his hood back.

The man has alabaster hair that defies gravity, and his eyes are hidden from you under a blindfold. You can see the sunken sockets where his eyes would be if he weren’t wearing the cloth over his eyes. He stares at you seemingly through the eye covering with a cheeky grin on his face. You don’t have to look at Nanami to know he’s scowling. 

“What do you want.” It isn’t a question but a demand. The cloaked man lets out a petulant whine and leans heavily on the staff of his scythe. 

“Rude!” He scoffs, and you can practically hear Nanami roll his eyes. He goes to turn you around and leave when the base of the scythe digs into the cement between the wheels of the wheelchair. 

“Now, now, no need to run! I’m just being a dear friend and checking in on our dearest Nanamin! You’ve been gone ages! And for what? Hanging out with some humie—” 

“Humie? Who even are you?” You blurt and flinch when he turns that look onto you. However, instead of getting upset at you interrupting him, the cloaked man gives you that cheesy grin again and bows, 

“Gojo Satoru, Grim Reaper, at your service!”

“What do you want, Gojo.” Yet again, Nanami wasn’t asking questions. He was demanding information. Gojo straightened from his dramatic bow, once again leaning on his scythe. 

“Like I said, I was checking on you. You’ve been gone forever!” He exclaims. 

“I’m taking care of a soul. Can’t you see that?” Nanami says succinctly, and you pull your blanket on your lap closer around yourself. 

Gojo lets out an almost annoyed noise.

“Yeah, but you never do that. It’s always business with you.” He complains, and you hear Nanami sigh. 

“What I do is none of your concern.” He says, and readjusts the wheelchair so he can start to wheel you away. Your mittened hands are twisted in the blanket that is now around your shoulders to keep you from shivering too much. 

Maybe you should have stayed at the hospital.

Entry #5: Carve a pumpkin

“What is he doing here?” You ask as Gojo seemingly melts from the shadows of the corner of your hospital room. Nanami looks up from where he’s setting up your “activity,” and his face sours. 

“What are you doing here?” He directs the question at his fellow Grim Reaper, and the taller man removes his pitch-black robe with a dramatic flick of his wrist, leaving him in a black zip-up and trousers. 

He hangs the cloak on the coat rack in the corner of the room. 

“Checking in on you and your favorite human, of course! And I brought a friend!” He steps aside, and a shorter figure steps out of the shadows. They’re dressed identically to Gojo, red hood up and obscuring their features until they draw it down.

“You’re just a kid!” You sputter, surprised at the sight before you. 

Because you’re right. 

He’s just a child. 

With messy pink hair on account of his hood and a boyish quirk on his lips, he can’t be any older than seventeen. 

Was he another Reaper?

He had to be.

The boy’s grin quickly faded, and he frowned. 

“I’m not a kid!” He argues and flinches in surprise as Gojo sets a hand on his shoulder,

“You are the youngest one in the room, Yuji.” He points out, and “Yuji” deflates. 

Nanami gathers your attention with a sigh, and you look over and can’t help but smile. 

Pumpkins.

A smattering of orange, warty pumpkins are set up on a cloth-covered table, a variety of carving tools laid out neatly next to them. You excitedly squirm to the side of your hospital bed and accept Nanami’s hand to help you stand. Your knees are weak from all the time spent in bed and the medications wreaking havoc on your body. So you shake as you take a seat at the table. 

All other furniture has been pushed into one corner, giving ample room for holiday festivities. But you don’t move, not at first. 

“Would you three like to carve a pumpkin with me?” You ask suddenly, and the three reapers freeze. But Yuji grins and takes an enthusiastic seat.

“I’ve never carved a pumpkin before! Is it like in the movies?” He asks, and you shrug,

“I don’t know. I’ve never done one myself. Hospital visits tend to take precedence.” You say, embarrassed at the thought of you, a grown adult, never having carved a pumpkin before. 

Nanami and Gojo pause before taking their seats in the creaky folding chairs around the table. One sits more excitedly than the other. Yuji and Gojo dive right in, chattering like schoolchildren. You take a moment to gather your thoughts before picking up a tool and getting to work. 

You are halfway through cutting the top off your gourd when you realize that Nanami hasn’t moved. 

“Are you not going to do one?” You ask, and he looks at you from behind those glasses of his. 

“I’m content just to watch.” He says, and you feel a pang of disappointment. 

So you push a pumpkin in his direction gently and offer what you hope is a hopeful smile. 

“It’s just a pumpkin, Nanami. It won’t bite.” You say, and he rolls his eyes. You can’t help but giggle, but he takes the gourd and slowly begins to cut open the top. 

Entry #6: Visit Malaysia

Your arrival in Malaysia was surprisingly quiet. 

Of course, it was. It was the middle of the night. Everyone was long in bed save for a few teenagers drinking on the beach when you are pushed from the shadows. They don’t pay you any mind as your wheelchair is parked, and you stand on your own for the first time in what feels like forever. 

Nanami is at your side immediately, offering you his arm for you to grab. You take hold of it gratefully as your knees begin to shake with the energy it takes to simply stand upright. You kick off your shoes and socks and walk through the sand.

The water is a bit cold, but nothing too bad. You are staring out at the horizon, where the moon is just peeking over the water, when Nanami finally speaks. 

“Look.” He gestures downward, and you gasp. 

The water is glowing blue.

A brilliant blueish-white color laps over your toes, and you tighten your grip on Nanami’s arm. He pats your hand once, then twice. 

“What is this?” You whisper in awe, bending down shakily to trickle your fingers through the water. 

“It’s called the Blue Tears. It’s caused by bioluminescent creatures in the water called dinoflagellates.” Nanami explains, and you look up at the man from where you are slowly soaking the bottoms of your trousers by crouching on the shoreline. 

It’s hours before you are tired of watching the glowing water. Thankfully, you had thought to bring a towel and sit on it next to the Grim Reaper as you watch the sun rise over the water. 

“You know I wanted to move to Malaysia when I was human,” Nanami says abruptly, and you look over at him. He’s bathed in the growing sunlight, hair turned gold in the bright reds and oranges of the sun’s rays. 

“Why didn’t you?” You ask, and he just looks sad. 

“I died before I could.” He replies, and you feel a pang of emotion. 

And then comes a realization.

“I’m ready, Nanami.” You say suddenly and realize it’s true. You had done everything on your list. Your fear has left you. And surprisingly, you feel at peace. You see Nanami turn his head to look at you out of the corner of your eye. 

“What do you mean?” He asks, and you smile a sad sort of smile. 

“I’m ready to pass on.” You whisper and see his eyes widen behind his glasses. 

“Are you sure?” He replies, and you nod once. 

He looks at his hands, clenches them into fists, and seemingly steels himself.

Then, he extends a hand. And you take it. Looking down at your joined hands, you realize you are quite literally glowing. Golden specks of dust slowly eat away at your physical body. But you don’t feel pain. You just feel warm. 

“Thank you, Nanami.” You say, voice cracking and tears falling. 

“Kento. My name is Kento.” He says gently, and you nod once, smiling a brilliant smile as you disappear, your final words but a whisper on the wind.

“Thank you, Kento.”

#nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x y/n #kento nanami x you #kento nanami x reader #kento nanami x y/n #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk nanami #jjk kento #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu kaisen kento #fairy writes

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Nekoma’s Emo Manager

Nekoma x Fem! Manager (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: probably swearing 🤷🏻‍♀️ idk if that’s even a warning

AN: this is an anon request! I realized I had it labeled from Spooky Anon but it wasn’t signed from Spooky anon 😅 so idk who it’s from.

*aggressively hits G note on piano and stares into your soul*

If you unaware of the song that made an entire generation, please google it

Also I will not argue this point because I have both age and vintage Emo on my side 😌

Now for a mini history lesson, the Emo I’m going to be referring to today was popular from the late 90s to late 2000s and into the 2010s

This means heavy black eyeliner, hair that defied gravity, neckties being used as anything but neckties

Black with hints of accent colors such as, but not limited too, pinks, orange, white, etc.

The days when TRL and MTV were the way to “stream” new music and hot topic was the source of all band t-shirts

Now that I’ve covered a small history lesson, let’s strap in shall we!

So get your check board belts and fingerless gloves ready kids!

Because it’s time to get EMOtional 😂

N E Ways- let’s just say, you classified yourself as an “Emo kid”

It wasn’t super unheard of to be different fashionably in school but you, well you were definitely a sight

Your hair was teased to the rafters, bows of every color along with skulls littered your hair

Your eye liner was the blackest black, and you skin looked like you hadn’t seen sun in decades 😅

You wore fishnet tights with vans or perhaps another skateboarding shoe

You looked pretty intimidating to most people who didn’t know you

I mean, your style doesn’t exactly scream approachable

However, the people who did know you, knew that your style of “dark and brooding” didn’t measure up AT ALL to your personality

You were a complete sunshine ☀️

A literal sweetheart and absolute Angel!

Unfortunately a lot of kids didn’t get to know you ☹️

But luckily, there was one guy who didn’t care about looks

He really didn’t care about much actually 👀

And that happened to be our favorite setter Kenma!

Because Kenma honestly does not care about looks or superficial things like that

Actually, when you first got teamed up with Kenma to work on a project, a lot of kids thought it was a strange combo

But somehow, you two managed to make it work and in fact, you got the best grade in the class

After that, you and Kenma became partners for every project

There was just something he enjoyed about you

Probably your weird similarity to Hinata honestly 😏

Soon you and Kenma started hanging out after school

You both loved video games as well as had similar styles in music

Look at me and tell me Kenma wouldn’t be into Emo rock 👁️👄👁️

Fall out boy, Paramore, Taking Back Sunday, THE USED!!!!

Anyways, soon Kuroo joins and he’s confused about your friendship with Kenma

Like you and Kenma are complete opposites but you get along super well

Eventually Kuroo starts taking a liking to you as well

Kuroo has natural Emo hair so it’s fate 💅

Kuroo soon figures out why Kenma enjoys your company as you are a literal dark ball of sunshine

Eventually you start accompanying out kitty cats to practice in order to hang out with Kuroo and Kenma

Upon entering the gym, everyone stares at you

You low key kinda scare the first years, Inuoka and Shibayama

Yaku and Kai are super interested as in why you are there

Yamamoto is just dead because there’s a girl in the gym 🙄

And Lev, well Lev can’t keep his mouth shut

“Hey you’re that weird chick that wears black and has crazy hair. I’ve heard a lot about you!” Lev screams

Yaku please 😌

“LEV SHUT UP!” Kuroo yells as Yaku kicks him

You just giggle, a sound nobody was expecting, as you say, “I’m Yn! I guess I kind of do get a little bit of a reputation but I promise, I’m not evil or something!”

“She’s actually kind of cute in a different way,” Kai says as Fukunaga and Yaku nodd in agreement.

Soon, you are coming to every practice and helping where you can

Setting up chairs, filling water balls, handing out towels

The boys quickly adore you and soon you just naturally become apart of the team

Kuroo officially asks you the teams manager which you gladly accept

It’s hard finding a club with your specific tastes and since you could still express your style and personality, volleyball club seemed perfect!

You enjoyed playing music, listening to music and writing which were all supported by Nekoma

Our progressive Kings 👑

Honestly they were so supportive of their Emo scene queen!

They loved when you added little touches of red to your outfits and even made a hair bow that specifically said “Nekoma” on it 🥹

Of course, they were still boys so they all found you super cute and adorable

Yamamoto was your personal body guard for everything

It didn’t matter what, he always walked you to every class and if anyone made any comments about you, he would challenge them to a “rumble”

Language you later learned, was picked up from Karasuno 🙄

You had heard about Karasuno and you were honestly so excited to meet them!

Kenma had told you about Karasuno’s tiny middle blocker

On the way to training camp, our sweet boys let you play the music

Honestly Coach Nekomata was way into it 😂

He was such a hip coach and he knew you kids were into some weird stuff

Please he was too 🤚🏻

Anyways, he’s just happy you bring so much joy to the team

And honestly you match Nekoma’s cat-like mysterious vibes

So when you showed up, the other teams just kind of stared at you

Obviously you kinda stood out like a sore thumb Yn, sorry to say

But don’t worry, Yamamoto is on the case 🫡

“WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT? HAVENT UOU EVEN SEEN A GORGEOUS GIRL BEFORE?!?” He screams

You rn 👉🏻😐

Yaku 👉🏻 YAMAMOTO STOP BEING AN IDIOT

You just roll your eyes and smile, bowing to the teams and greeting them

Almost instantly, they melted 🥰

Because like how are you both adorable and scary???

Literally Emo culture mkay

“Come on Yn, let’s go,” Kenma says as you wave and walk away

Eventually you get introduced to all the teams, including Karasuno

You end up making eye contact with Hinata several times as he observes you

Finally, he makes his move

“Hi there! I really like your style! I see your friends with Kenma and the pretty girl manager for Nekoma! I’m Shoyo Hinata and I’m a middle blocker!” He shouts

You smile back and greet him, “Kenma had told me so much about you! It’s so great time finally meet you!”

Kuroo and Daichi watch you both and shake their heads

“Boy short stuff really can make friends with anyone can’t he?”

“You new manager looks super sweet and outgoing, albeit a little interesting,” Daichi says as Kuroo nods

Soon you and Hinata, and by consequence Bokuto, become besties

Honestly you really enjoy hanging out with Akaashi but we won’t tell Bokuto that 😶

You share your knowledge as well as your unique style of cheering with the boys

You wrote cute little cheers and even inspirational poetry to share with the boys

Bokuto and Hinata loved your fancy words : D

And even when Bokuto went into his own Emo modes, the teams knew exactly who to call!

“YN HALPPPP!” Akaashi would silently communicate to you with his eyes

You 👉🏻 NEVER FEAR OUR SCENE QUEEN IS HERE 🦸🏻‍♀️

“Bokuto would you like to listen to some music or maybe we can talk about your feelings?” You say as you rub his back

“I could use a hug,” Bokuto 🥺

You 👉🏻😌🥰 of course-

Akaashi doesn’t get it, Nekoma doesn’t get it but they appreciate it!!

#nekoma manager #hq nekoma #kai nobuyuki #kuroo tetsurou #yaku morisuke #kenma kozume #yamamoto taketora #fukunaga shōhei #lev haiba #inuoka sō #shibayama yuuki #nekoma x female reader #female reader #nekoma x manager #nekoma x reader #haikyuu nekoma #nekoma high #nekoma headcanons #haikyu headcanons #haikyu x female reader #haikyu x manager reader

[jor-elthatendswell]

It's a well worn topic at this point but the imminent release of The Marvels has me thinking about how militaristic the Marvel Cinematic Universe is, with Monica Rambeau aka Photon, a habour patrol member in the comics, reimagined as a captain in the US Air Force.

She follows Hawkeye, who was changed from an argumentative former circus performer with a heart of gold (a character so staunchly against lethal force he once revoked his own wife's Avengers membership because she sort of, maybe, subconsciously allowed a villain to fall to his death) into a hard-nosed black ops assassin.

Sam Wilson/ Falcon made his celluloid debut as an army man with twin submachine guns attached to his wrists. It’s a far cry from his print counterpart’s introduction as a social worker by day who uses his skill at falconry to protect his neighbourhood.

If we allow the argument that modern cinema goers are accustomed to a sprinkling of realism to make their superheroes palatable (and it’s a strange argument really- why should realism be a desirable quality in summer blockbuster escapism?) then what actually constitutes “realism”.

Sure, a man who learnt uncanny skill with a bow and arrow growing up with a travelling show couldn’t possibly hold his own alongside Hulk or Thor in the real world (and, yes, there isn’t a Hulk or Thor in the real world; as I say, this is a strange argument), but if he learned those exact same skills in some kind of military context then that somehow passes the bar for realism? The sinister upshot is that these children’s heroes become more warlike just as, globally, they reach more children than ever before.

Increasing the realism of superhero stories only serves to make them problematic. DC Comics' Batman, who is the frequently subjected to “realistic” treatments, is the prime example. If, in real life, a billionaire tooled himself up with the best weapons and body armour money can buy and began dispensing violent “justice” with no accountability, then of course that wouldn’t be a good thing. If they wore a costume with pointy ears and started calling themselves “Batman” then of course we would question their sanity. But Batman isn’t real; it’s a story. Nobody thinks The Muppet Show advocates animal cruelty. Quite the opposite, if anything. ("Not unless they're watching it", as Waldolf once heckled) Yet if a filmmaker decides they’re going to make a “grounded and realistic” remake where Fozzy is played by a real live bear wearing a pork pie hat and spotty necktie, then that's a whole other story. Suspend your disbelief and superheroes are less like the police or army and more akin to volunteers and activists, doing what they can with what they have to improve the lives of those around them. Their actions take the form of crime fighting only because that’s what makes for exciting colourful adventure stories for children.

In the MCU, even Marvel’s poster boy, Spider-Man (another champion of non-lethal solutions, known for his compassion even to his enemies and who possesses an enduring appeal to young children) is given a literal sheen of the military-industrial complex in the form of “Stark Tech” armour, replete with military grade strike drones. Tony Stark even thought to equip his 15 year old protégé-cum-child soldier with an “Instant Kill Mode”. In a moment played for laughs in Spider-Man: Homecoming, Spider-Man rejects his on-board AI's attempt to activate this feature but seems untroubled that such an option exists and, indeed, come Avengers: Infinity War, he voluntarily deploys it. It’s not clear if Spidey actually does kill any of his alien adversaries, but it seems reasonable to assume that one doesn’t say “Activate Instant Kill Mode” without the intention of ending lives. Fans are expected to smile or applaud as Spider-Man says these words, recognising the call-back to Homecoming, rather than find it a gross misrepresentation of Marvel’s most beloved character or an alarming depiction of a children’s favourite.

The MCU Avengers as a whole are a US government “initiative “. The reluctant superheroes need to be cajoled into putting their differences aside for the greater good by army top brass Nick Fury. In a tweak from the source material, the ‘H' in Fury's organisation, SHIELD, stands for ‘Homeland’, making SHIELD as explicitly American venture as opposed to it being ostensibly intergovernmental in the comics.

There is a comic book precedent for this military take on Earth's Mightiest Heroes in the form of The Ultimates, a 2002 series by the British team of writer Mark Millar and artist Bryan Hitch. The Ultimates ,however, was satire. Millar was an unreformed lefty of the old school – someone who has boasted of voting Brexit for left-wing reasons, someone who once appeared on Russia Today as a guest of George Galloway. The Ultimates took swings at the gung ho jingoism of post 9/11 America. Captain America's “Surrender!!?? You think this letter on my head stands for France?“ is not supposed to be a badass one-liner, but rather a parody of the kind of things US media outlets were saying as Jacques Chirac proved less keen than Tony Blair to follow George Bush in bringing gunboat diplomacy to the Middle East. As Millar commentated at the time:

“The Ultimates is completely different because it's a character-driven piece and (something only a few people have noticed) my attempt as a left-wing writer to tell stories about an essentially right-wing concept and cast. It's very much the Anti-Authority, if you will. Captain America and so on are fully-paid members of the US military machine and this means a very different book and approach from a gang of slightly arrogrant, left-wing, superhuman utopians like The Authority ".

Wildstorm Comics' The Authority, which both Millar and Hitch worked on (although not together), was a precursor to Ultimates, featuring a team of similarly “any means necessary” heroes, albeit with a left-wing bent. The Ultimates does have something of The Authority’s utopian streak; Nick Fury and Tony Stark genuinely want to make the world a better place for everyone. It’s very idealistic – what if the head of the military and the biggest tech billionaire actually had the people’s best interests at heart? – and arguably closer to true superhero ethos (basically “with great power there must also come great responsibility “) than those characters more pragmatic MCU equivalents.

Yet, as Millar's one time writing partner Grant Morrison (who actually ghost-wrote at least one issue of The Authority under Miller’s name) observed in Morrison’s major nonfiction work, Supergods, the likes of The Authority, The Ultimates and, by extension, the MCU represent a “capitulation” to the view “that it was really only force and violence that got things done and not patient diplomacy, and that only soldiers and very rich people had the world figured out”. If the MCU is realistic, then it’s a sad indictment of the real world where the heroes are the ones with the best tech, the best guns and no compunction about using them.

Regardless of intent, The Ultimates left a door at Marvel’s “House of Ideas” just enough ajar to allow a malign notion to creep in: “These soldier superheroes are pretty cool. What If they were like that all the time? Wouldn’t they be more popular then”?

Certainly the navy SEAL aesthetic Bryan Hitch brought to the costumes (replacing the colourful tights and capes with pouches, straps and body armour) was soon adopted by superhero tv and film productions even pre-MCU. In fact, Hawkeye's journey from carny to commando mirrors the changes in superhero attire. Most famously, Superman's appearance with the red “overpants” derives from that of circus strongmen, but seeing any photography of early to mid 20th century carnival and circus performers makes it clear the early superhero creators had them in mind when they first put pencil to paper.

In an interview (found in Marvel Spotlight: Captain America, published in 2009) Hitch related how he showed an initial Ultimates drawing of Captain America with a machine gun to Grant Morrison, which Morrison then “described as the most obscene Captain America image [they’d] ever seen”. (NB: Morrison has since adopted gender neutral pronouns). Perhaps Morrison said this with glee, in on the joke with their friends, but in the years since, Cap with a gun became a common sight, even in family-friendly movies (where it was divorced from the irony of The Ultimates).

By a 2015 interview, Morrison lamented the fact that “the Avengers work for the government, and it's been like that since Mark [Millar] did The Ultimates” and said they were “bored with the idea that the best superheroes can represent is some aggressive version of the military. [...] They're supposed to be champions of the oppressed, they help ordinary people, they make things better for people. They don't prop up our grotesque, doddering culture of war and aggression”.

That same year Morrison introduced a new comic book superteam in the pages of The Multiversity. Pointedly the text likens this group, named “Justice Incarnate”, to a “cosmic neighbourhood watch” rather than any formal military or law-enforcement institution.

Millar himself reunited with his Authority collaborator Frank Quitely to create the comic Jupiter’s Legacy, which comes across in part as an apology for The Ultimates and all it begat. It concludes with the protagonists, Chloe Sampson and Eddie "Hutch" Hutchence taking up superhero mantles and promising not to make the moral compromises of their predecessors:

“No more bowing to authority and insitutions. No more deference to people in power”.

“There's a dignity in public service we mistook for old-fashioned, and a humility in having a secret identity, living among the people we protect.“

The Avengers, Marvel’s breakthrough billion dollar box office 2012 movie, by contrast, concludes with Iron Man dropping a nuclear bomb on the “Chitari”, an invading alien army and it seems likely this influenced Morrison’s comments on modern superhero stories.

In Supergods, Morrison

describes their childhood dread of nuclear weapons. The child of “ban the bomb” activists, the “gruesome hand-drawn images of how the world might look after a spirited thermonuclear missile exchange” which illustrated their parents anti-nuclear literature struck terror into the young Morrison. Therefore they seized upon superheroes as being an idea powerful enough to counteract – and overcome – the idea of the bomb.

“It’s not that I needed Superman to be “real,” I just needed him to be more real than the Idea of the Bomb that ravaged my dreams”.

Within the narrative of the movie, Iron Man takes the only option available to him to save New York. Destroying thousands of alien lives to save thousands of human ones. But The Avengers isn’t a documentary; the scriptwriters could have written a satisfying denouement which didn’t involve mass murder. They could at least have included some words of regret by the heroes over what it took to win, acknowledging that killing is not the ideal solution. Instead the Avengers trade banter and eat shawarma, collective conscious clear.

There is a moment in another Grant Morrison work, Final Crisis, which always brings the MCU to mind. In Final Crisis #3, drawn by JG Jones, (published in 2008, the same year the MCU began) “evil gods” from a higher plain of existence have been reincarnated on Earth. In order for the Justice League to counter this threat, a “draft for Superheroes” is implemented. Green Arrow (a Batman-a-like character who was subsequently reinvented to embody the countercultural sentiment of the late 1960s and has since served as the social conscious of the superhero set) responds to receiving his draft notice thusly:

“If anybody falls for this authoritarian, militaristic crap, it’ll prove I’m absolutely right about absolutely everything!... “

Cue the next page, where the drafted heroes have gathered en mass (including Green Arrow, impotently shaking his fist.)

Such an assemblage of characters in usually a triumphant moment in a summer "event" story, but here is framed as a sign that evil already has it’s hooks into reality. This world has fallen to the darkness and the superheroes who inhabit it are too morally compromised to realise it.

#the marvels #mcu #the avengers #grant morrison #mark millar #bryan hitch #the ultimates #marvel #dc comics #the authority #opinion #long form #comics #movies #superheroes #superhero #spider man #mcu critical #marvel critical #mcu criticism

[tasteracha]

Ok so like, out of all the members of Stray Kids, involving bondage who do you think would:

1. Use simple handcuffs

2. Use rope/shibari

3. Use something made of fabric like ribbons or a tie?

okay so. i welcome any criticism with this because honestly? i see a lot of the members choosing any of these but here are my thoughts:

handcuffs: chan, but the kind with nice padding on the cuffs and an extra obvious safety latch because he isn't going to be causing any unnecessary harm to his baby. he has two pairs, one that fit snugly around your wrists and one that fits around his when he's feeling particularly needy. seungmin, because he loves the classics. loves the simplicity of the cuffs, how handy they are, how he can so quickly restrain you before you can even blink. he likes the sharp contrast of the cold metal to your warm skin, too.

ropes: minho, he loves to see the intricate swirls of complicated knots covering your body, loves to display his knowledge of tying them like that all over you. he especially enjoys the way the ropes leave little indents on you after you're done that he gets to rub away with the pads of his fingers. jeongin, because he loves the feeling of control that the ropes give him over you. he can freely choose what parts of you he wants restrained, whether it's just your ankles and wrists to the head and footboards of the bed or its every single part of you down to your fingers.

ribbons: hyunjin, because he's a true romantic at heart. likes to pick the color of the ribbons according to whatever lingerie you're wearing that day, he has a whole collection of them that are made out of the most soft and beautiful silks and satins. wraps you up like you're a present.

necktie: jisung, because he 1) likes it fast and dirty and he always has one on hand, and he knows exactly what to do with the fabric from practice and 2) he often doesn't really plan for things and it's just so convenient to pull out a tie. why would he spend time and money on buying other things when these work just as well? changbin, because he loves to see you tied up with his things. loves to see the shiny material that he had just worn around his neck holding you back from touching him.

literally anything: felix, who has an entire arsenal of bondage gear that he can use. he likes to switch it up according to the mood, whether it's the soft fluffy pink handcuffs he had spotted in a store window and had to have for you or it's harsh leather held together with silver buckles and chains that he begs you to put on him.

#skz smut #stray kids smut

[slaymitchabernathy]

His & Hers.

He can’t imagine a time where she didn’t exist. Of course there was a time where she wasn’t born, where she quite literally did not exist on the earth, but she’s here now, and she’s with him more importantly.

He likes to watch her. Watch her take a bath, watch her get dressed, watch her brush her hair, watch her laugh with her friends.

It’s gotten much easier to watch her, admire her now that they live together.

Coriolanus held back on asking Soarynn to move in with him for as long as he could. They’d been together three years and he felt that was long enough to wait.

Now everything they did was together.

They brushed their teeth together, got ready for the day together, ate breakfast together.

A matching set the two of them.

He smiled when he looked down at the side of the bed, he was sitting on his side, and next to his black leather shoes were a pair of her white heels.

Living together meant having one of everything for each of them.

His & Hers.

Their closet was a prime example. Both of them had their own side, their own mirrors, their own clothes. For him, it was dress shirts and neckties. For her, it was dresses and hair bows. Both of them had expensive taste which Coriolanus was happy to finance.

After all, they had to look good together.

She looked beautiful right now, sitting in front of the vanity he’d bought her soon after she moved in. She was doing her makeup, not that she needed any. Just some blush, maybe a bit of mascara and lipstick. A natural color, of course, one that suited her lips and complimented her complexion.

Coriolanus hated it when women wore bold colors on their lips.

Her soft blonde hair was in curlers that sat a top of her head, almost looking like a crown. And he’d gladly let her be his queen.

“You look beautiful darling,” he told her from their bed, watching through the reflection as her lips curled up into a smile, showing off her pearly whites.

“Thank you Coryo, you look very handsome yourself.”

He was supposed to be getting ready for work, to leave for work, to go to work. But how could he when she looked like this? In her red silk nightgown that showed off her collarbones perfectly, that stopped right above her perfect breasts and complimented her skin tone.

She was making it very difficult for him to go to work.

Coriolanus himself normally slept in his boxers but Soarynn had purchased him a variety of pajamas pants to wear if he so wished. They were also silk so that they matched. A matching set once again.

His & Hers.

“Is that a new handbag?” He asked, his attention drawn to the white leather handbag that sat atop the table in their closet. He had a direct view into their shared closet from his spot on their bed and he would’ve remembered buying her that handbag.

Only because he would’ve made a big show of presenting it to her, gifting it to her. There was a large mahogany table that sat in their large closet, big enough to place a vase of roses on it along with the occasional gift he’d leave for her to find.

Soarynn spent an awful amount of time in their closet so he’d found that leaving gifts there was the best way to ensure she’d come across her gifts. They were always well thought out even if it was as simple as a handwritten card.

Sometimes it was a new pair of shoes she’d been talking about with her friends when they all got dinner together. Sometimes it was that dress she always lingered in front of when they’d pass the window display of her favorite boutique. Sometimes it was lingerie that he thought would look ravishing on her and simply couldn’t help himself from buying. Sometimes it was a new wristwatch or a new necklace with his initials carved into the pendant.

But he did not buy her this bag.

The last bag he’d bought her had been rose red with her initials engraved onto the metal hardware. It was a Christmas present and she loved it. This bag was new.

Soarynn leaned over to peer into their closet to look at the bag he mentioned and she managed to give him a sheepish look from over her shoulder, “I simply couldn’t help myself the other day when I was shopping with Clemensia. She pressured me into buying it if I’m being honest.”

Coriolanus chuckled at his girlfriend throwing their good friend Clemensia Dovecote under the bus for her latest purchase. They both knew the raven-haired girl could be quite convincing but he also knew that Soarynn rarely turned down the idea of a purchase once it entered her head.

He slowly stood up from the bed and leisurely made his way over to her, letting the scent of vanilla engulf him once he was close enough to her.

Vanilla seemed to follow Soarynn wherever she went. It was the first thing that had him properly enamored by her. Not her looks or her personality. Her scent. Vanilla.

He smelled like roses. Or so she said. She liked to joke that it was just another thing that made them a matching set. Their scents.

His & Hers.

“It also happens to match my new briefcase,” he noted, gently resting his hands on her soft shoulders, “did Clemmie know that as well, or was it her keen intuition that told her about that?”

He enjoyed the way Soarynn blushed when knowing she’d been properly caught in a lie. It was a small lie so he let it go. He’d only get onto her if it was a lie of greater magnitude. Like the time she’d spilled her tea all over the rug in the living room. She’d tried to blame it on the cat but Coriolanus was able to dig out the truth eventually.

Blaming it on the cat. Please.

Petunia was nowhere to be seen but she liked to watch from her little hiding spots around the apartment. He’s given Soarynn the cat for their two-year anniversary after Soarynn had complained about being left alone for days on end when he traveled to the Districts for business.

To placate her, he’d bought Petunia who was a great source of enjoyment for Soarynn who adored the cat with every fiber of her being.

Petunia was fine to Coriolanus. She was well-behaved when she wanted to be and mostly stayed out of his way once she and Soarynn had moved in with him.

She had scratched up his mahogany desk in the beginning which nearly led Coriolanus to skin the damn cat and sell her fur for a good price but Soarynn held him back.

“Well, she…she might’ve had a little bird tell her about your briefcase. She only wanted us to match!” Soarynn insisted, tilting her head back to look directly into his eyes.

Her blue-gray eyes were so startling to him.

When they'd first laid eyes on each other he was surprised at the shade of blue Soarynn sported. They weren't bright blue like his, no, they were nearly gray. They held so much emotion in them, so much beauty. He felt that he could drown in them forever.

His left hand slid down her shoulders and up to her chin where he gently cupped her small face as he looked down at his pretty girl.

Much could be said for Soarynn Nightingale, but everyone could agree on how gorgeous she was.

Her platinum blonde hair made her stand out amongst other blonde women. Her eyes of course captured everyone in a trance. Her smile showed off her pearly white teeth. Her perfect face was dotted with freckles that gave her a more youthful look. Her nose was slightly turned up, giving her a cute little button nose. Her skin was tanner than his porcelain white skin, but it suited her well.

Her body was a different story.

Her long legs allowed her to reach a height of around five feet and six inches, giving Coriolanus a significant vertical advantage against her. Her breasts fit perfectly into his hands, her waist dipped in the right places giving her a small frame that allowed Coriolanus to hold her whenever he pleased. Her ass was perfectly suited for her body type and was often littered with love bites and small bruises from Coriolanus.

She was perfect for him.

"Hmm I'm sure she did," he said with a low voice, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. Soarynn closed her eyes, fully allowing Coriolanus to do whatever he pleased with her.

He liked that about her. How easily she gave up her power to him.

He'd never tell her this, but Soarynn held so much power over him it was damn near embarrassing. The way her lips would form the slightest pout would lead him to go into a frenzy trying to get her to smile. The second a tear formed into those dazzling eyes he was quick to wipe it away. The moment someone made her uncomfortable, well, he took care of them swiftly.

"I like the bag baby," he added, pressing one more kiss to that pretty little forehead of hers, "and I like that we can match."

If he had been with any other girl then Coriolanus was sure that he'd absolutely despise the idea of matching on purpose. But with Soarynn it was different. They had to be a matching set and the handbag to match with his briefcase was just another case of that.

His & Hers.

She smiled up at him when he pulled away, "You really like it? Because there was actually a bigger size as well..."

Coriolanus laughed and released her chin from his grip before walking into the closet to pick out some shoes to wear, "Buy whatever you want darling," he called back, "there's a reason why I work so hard."

Once Soarynn moved in with him, Coriolanus saw no reason for her to continue working. All the Capitol elite and wealthy wives didn't work, and although they weren't married -yet- he felt the need to provide for her.

Coriolanus had the honor of being Head Game Maker for the Hunger Games and with that title and responsibility came a generous paycheck and he was more than happy to let Soarynn spend some of that paycheck on whatever her heart desired.

He did this for three reasons.

One, it made her happy.

Two, he could be the man who proudly provided the love of his life with whatever she desired without having to worry about his financial status like some other men he knew.

Three, it kept her dependent on him, kept her tied to him like a leash.

But he mainly focused on the first reason.

Soarynn followed him into the closet, perching on the small bench they had in there, "Well I actually meant to ask you about this earlier, but there's this trip that some of the girls are taking, and I was wondering if I could go."

Coriolanus pulled out a pair of shoes that went well with his outfit and placed them on the hardwood floor, "Where's this trip darling? Is this another arena retreat?"

To make even more money off the Hunger Games, Coriolanus had suggested that Capitol citizens be able to visit the old arenas, even spend the night. You could watch live reenactments of fights between Tributes, and camp under the arena stars, and the food was amazing.

When Soarynn didn't immediately answer he glanced over at her, she looked...nervous.

"It's in District Four," she said, "and I know you've been there before so it should be perfectly safe and we'll have Peacekee-"

"Absolutely not," Coriolanus stated firmly, cutting her off before she even tried to finish that sentence.

Coriolanus considered himself a very generous man, especially when it came to Soarynn. But letting her leave the Capitol? Letting her go out in the Districts to be surrounded by that filth? He couldn't.

The thought of his sweet, innocent, precious angel out in the Districts without him frightened him to his core.

He didn't even let her travel with him when he himself visited the Districts for the occasional business trip. Too much of a risk.

Soarynn slouched slightly at his tone but he wasn't backing down on this decision, especially since he would be the one paying for this most likely extravagant trip. He knew of the resorts in the Districts but that didn't mean he trusted them.

"I thought you might say that," she mumbled with a pout on her lips.

There it was. That pout.

Coriolanus couldn't even control himself as he strode over to where she was sitting and kneeled down in front of her, "My darling, Soarynn, I...I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you. You must understand my angel, those people out there, they...they aren't as advanced as us. You've seen their children in the arena, fighting like animals. They'd try to hurt you I'm sure of it, and what if they learned you were dating the Head Game Maker? You'd be their first target."

Soarynn's eyes widened slightly at his reasoning, which was slightly exaggerated but who needed to know?

Coriolanus knew those people didn't know the difference between a Game Maker and a Peacekeeper, they were all Capitol in their eyes and that was bad enough already.

He gently took her hands in his, lacing their fingers together, "I know I might seem overbearing, but I can't let you go knowing that you'd be out there without me to protect you. We have so much to look forward to in the future, let's not have it all get ruined by one trip hmm?"

He watched Soarynn's face carefully for any signs of another argument popping up, or tears. He despised both equally. But her face softened and she nodded, giving his hands a squeeze, "I understand Coryo," she said, "thank you for taking care of me."

He smiled at her perfectly crafted words, loving it when she thanked him. Soarynn was very polite and always thanked him for dinner, for little shopping trips, and for visits to the salon. She also thanked him in bed. His perfect, polite girl.

Coriolanus didn't hesitate to lean in and press a kiss to her lips, one that she eagerly returned with passion.

He knew he had to leave soon, she did too. But they should be allowed an intimate moment or two together before they parted ways.

Once they pulled away and Coriolanus felt there was no more room for ridiculous requests they both finished getting ready for the day. He checked his reflection in the full-length closet mirror on his side, admiring how handsome he looked.

He caught Soarynn in the reflection, slipping on a pair of baby pink heels to match her short baby pink dress. She'd taken her curlers out and her hair looked perfect as always, pulled back from her face and tied with a baby pink bow of course.

He allowed himself a small moment to watch her as she picked out a handbag to take with her. She opted for a black one with gold hardware. After filling the bag with her necessities, lipstick, tissues, face powder, and her wallet, she walked out of their closet and back into the bedroom.

A moment alone let Coriolanus carefully walk over to his drawer filled with his watches. In the very back of the drawer he pulled out the velvet box he'd hidden away. Soarynn wasn't one to snoop and she certainly wouldn't go through his watches. She might steal a dress shirt to wear once in a while but she didn't find any interest in his wardrobe. Still, he took precautions.

Coriolanus slowly opened the box, revealing two gold rings. One held a large diamond while the other was a simple gold band.

One for each of them.

A matching set.

His & Hers.

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#coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus smut #coriolanus snow #hunger games #slaymitchabernathy #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #wattpad #soarynn snow #coriolanus x soarynn #ao3 fanfic #drabble #oneshot #coriolanus x original character #coriolanus x oc #coriolanus imagine #coriolanus fic #possesive coriolanus

[nanaosaki3940]

All the Baji crumbs we got in this latest chapter 24 of "Tokyo Revengers: Letter from Keisuke Baji"...

Literally the chillest guy in the group... Also, unlike Chifuyu and Ryusei, Baji always makes sure he's wearing his uniform properly. Necktie in place, shirt tugged in; my man's taking his nerdy persona very seriously...

Baji getting excited to beat up some ass!! Cute!!

Baji's making sure the guy gets medical treatment for his injuries right away. He's so sweet and considered!! That's why I love him so fucking much!!

Did he just call him "Baji-chan"?? Eww, yuck!! WTH?!?! Go away!!

#baji #keisuke baji #baji keisuke #tokrev baji #tokrev baji keisuke #tokrev keisuke baji #chifuyu matsuno #tokyo revengers #ryusei sato #ryusei satou #kojiro hishi #tokyo revengers letter from baji keisuke #tokyo revengers letter from keisuke baji #tokyo revengers baji keisuke kara no tegami

[noobsomeexagerjunk]

Personal QSMP design hcs and interpretations (PART 1)

1. q!Quackity

ducktaur. predominantly golden yellow feathers and bright orange duck legs

partial heterochromia (dark brown with bits of bluish-grey)

his wear is different depending on which language he is maining at the moment

Eng!Q has an eyebrow scar, calloused hands, and some browning feathers. Wears religious jewelry and warm-colored clothes.

ESP!Q has ear piercings and blue-dyed feathers. Always has a clip-on tie and cool colored clothes.

Post-Tilin death, he either has their ribbon as a necktie (ESP) or belt (ENG)

has a pin of the QSMP logo always on his person

Brushes his feathers before teaching class

2. q!Jaiden

she is the cartoon character reflected by the mc skin, though is nonetheless perceived as human

she magical girl transforms into the vtuber fit whenever she wants to. Most of the time, it's to fight or to protect Bobby

she transforms using a magical brooch that resembles the emblem on her vtuber fit. she can add stuff on the brooch to alter her transformed appearance (like changing the bird wings to butterfly ones, or having a shiny rainbow mode)

she made a smaller, less powerful replica of her brooch for Bobby so he can get into armor much faster

she "draws" things out of her inventory with her fingers in the air (think the spellcasting of the witches in The Owl House, but with different symbols)

When Bobby died, her transformed look takes on a more dark and brooding appearance

3. q!Roier

he's not a spider hybrid but like, an actual Spiderman—literally got bit by a radioactive spider and everything

alternates between his superhero suit and a civilian fit. like jaiden, he transforms between fits superhero style

can fire webs from his hands, has slight spider sense, and also venomous saliva (so i beg of you, do not get head from this man)

wears natural makeup bc he likes to. he darkens it a little when he feels particularly vengeful (this is canon but yk)

the spiderman traits also apply to Melissa, whose dyed lingerie is literally weaved from spider webs

Post-Bobby death, he wears more blacks (both in civilian and superhero fits) and a lot more eyeliner

4. q!Bad

humanoid looking demon. resembles a void-like shadow in extreme emotional states

distinctly has a glowing halo. it has long horns growing out of it + a shadowy demon tail

has his mc skin's hoodie but sleeveless. collared shirts of any color is usually under that + beige khakis, white socks and various sneakers!

His hoodie has a small embroidered symbol of the Order Theoritas, hidden near the collar of the hood

his hair is long and usually tied loosely. wears glasses as well

sharp canines make him look a bit catty

his reaper get-up is well-sewn cursed cloth. wearing the fit makes his halo and tail larger, darker, and more shadowy

there's a block of diamond + an image of skeppy always on his person

He lets Dapper wear the ghost chat bell as a tail accessory

5. q!Spreen

werebear. He turns into a human during sunny daytimes, and is otherwise an anthromorphic bear-man.

black bear, like the mc skin

fashion sense however matches the CC; generally street-looking even with the bulk of armor

canines and claws glow when he's fighting someone in bear mode. he grows them out fighting during his human state

smells like cigarettes

6. q!Slime

a player equivalent to minecraft slime

prefers taking on a humanoid appearance, and has taken it long enough to master recolorization of said state. feels uncomfortable taking any other form as well

experiences pain when shifting (i mean that's also canon but yk)

behaves like a magma cube in extreme negative emotional states. will resemble one if you piss him off enough

he has no actual clothes, he shapeshifts the appearance of clothing. (q!Mariana has noticed, and he doesn't like to think too hard about it) his most external layer is armor and glasses.

he and q!Mariana have each a piece of Juanaflippa's shell on their person

7. q!Cellbit

human. well, not completely according to genetics but is more or less perceived as one.

The CC but wearing the blockman-cubito's fits

wears eyeliner to hide the eyebags. This doesnt work and only makes his eyes more expressive

a shadow looms the upper half of his face whenever he's being super weird and mysterious. It darkens when he's consciously about to do something really bad in a dramatic anime way; this is much more emphasized if he puts on his goggles

he paints his nails and the paint always trails. these glow sailor moon style when he comes into contact with the blood of any living creature

has a caffeine addiction

The chainsaw scars are deep enough that Cellbit doesn't like looking at himself when changing; he forces it though to remember why he's doing anything at all

Taught Richas how to draw the symbol for the Ordo Theoritas. He also has the symbol pressed into the leather of his gloves

8. q!Wilbur

humanoid man of unidentified species. perceived as human.

really is human looking, minus the pointy ears and prismatic irises

wears clear glasses. yellow sweater + sleeveless brown longcoat + grey jeans + black boots

has a black scarf and red beanie both made of wool and embroidered with gold threaded flowers.

always has a guitar on his person. since tallulah entered his life, he's let her put stickers and draw all over it.

They jam together when they can

may or may not have an enchanted singing voice

part 2

#qsmp #qsmp headcanons

[emoprincey]

Is Logan the orange side?

After Logan portrayed Anger in the recent inside-out themed video, this seems relevant again, especially with Logan's pointed remark about how he was cast as anger because they "both wear neckties and for no other reason". Anger is a pretty common theory for the orange side's role, and one that I happen to like, but does this mean Logan actually is the orange side? Let's find out...

There is a pretty strong case for Logan being the orange side. In Working Through Intrusive Thoughts, when Logan yelled at Remus, his eyes literally glowed orange.

However, I have some reasons why this might not be the case.

The first reason is that it would simply be bad writing. The orange side has been hyped up for years at this point. Working Through Intrusive Thoughts came out in the summer of 2021, but the orange side's presence was hinted at in the thumbnail of Selfishness vs Selflessness redux, which came out in 2020. All the sides were shown as selectable options on a screen, along with a seventh greyed out figure.

[Image description: A screenshot of the thumbnail for Selfishness vs Selflessness redux, which shows Patton and Roman on a screen with pixilated avatars of themselves. In the middle are the words "You vs. Yourself". Underneath this are six boxes, each with a picture of one of the Sanders Sides, and a seventh box with a grey silhouette. / End image description.]

I wasn't in the fandom back then, but from what I've heard theories about the orange side actually originated with the colour orange being used in merch along with the colours representing the other sides. All this has led people to believe a new character will be introduced. And if that new character turns out to be one of the already established main characters, that would be pretty underwhelming.

Secondly, it was confirmed in Selfishness vs Selflessness that there are more than two dark sides, not counting Virgil. After Janus leaves, Virgil tells Thomas to "not allow him or any of his friends stick around that long." That's friends, plural. Clearly, he's not talking about himself, since he does want to be around Thomas. He's talking about Janus and two or more other people. Remus is one of these, and from what we can tell, the orange side must be another. Virgil seems to trust Logan, so unless Logan has some kind of secret identity as the orange side that Virgil is unaware of, he wasn't talking about him.

I think Logan was cast as Anger in this video because he is known to have angry outbursts, as seen in Learning New Things About Ourselves and WTIT. I think the orange side is using him as a vessel to channel anger through, rather than Logan actually being the orange side.

Whether the orange side represents anger or not, I think this remark was more about Logan's own emotions and how he tries to hide them, than anything to do with another side.

#sanders sides #sanders sides theory #logan sanders #ts logan

[issela-santina]

me gender envying demons in zoot suits fr

Penny Dreadful: City of Angels (left) — Natalie Dormer plays Rio, a ginger in a patterned zoot suit over an old rose shirt, and short hair styled in stiff waves on the right side of her head. She is one of several disguises of the demon Magda, in this case the one who riles the Los Angeles pachucos into revolt and fallout.

Good Omens (right) — a promotional still of David Tennant as Crowley in profile view, wearing an all black zoot suit (except the dark grey shirt and red necktie barely visible) with shades for his snake eyes and a fedora he adjusts on his head as he seems to check himself out in a dressing room mirror.

I also think

Magda and Crowley would set an entire country on fire if they were ever in each other's presence, thanks to Magda being the traditional temptress type who brings the evil out in human beings and Crowley just being a literal minor god who wants to enjoy life but was trapped in demonic villainy instead

pachucos and pachucas were clearly onto something when they decided on the zoot suit and global warming has robbed us all of the convenience of bringing this fashion style back

#good omens #penny dreadful city of angels #natalie dormer #david tennant #fashion #zoot suit #pachuco #pachuca

[isaksbestpillow]

The new right wing coalition government that took months to form has been in power for a bit over a week and it's already been quite eventful.

- Vilhelm Junnila of the far right Finns Party becomes minister of economic affairs

- Junnila's nazi connections become a problem. He has participated in events organised by literal neonazis and made holocaust jokes during his campaign. This information has been publicly available on his website all this time.

- Prime Minister Petteri Orpo is surprised to find out there are nazis in the government he formed with nazis. This is the very same man who a few years ago claimed his party would never go into a coalition with the Finns because they do not share any values and was deeply offended when previous prime minister Sanna Marin told people to vote so we wouldn't get a blue black government (Finnish fascism colors)

- Opposition demands a vote of confidence

- Junnila says he didn't know the nazis at the nazi events were nazis. His remarks were all "humour"

- Riikka Purra of the Finns says she will bring down the whole government if Junnila is sacked

- Petteri Orpo panics

- Coalition parties are told to vote yes on confidence to keep the coalition together

- Two members of the prime minister party vote Absent, one of them a Jewish person whose family was taken to the camps. The non-jew will 'be reprimanded'. Is your view of allyship allowing a jewish person to vote Absent against a nazi, people ask.

- The Swedish party (also in the coalition) vote no confidence. A coalition party voting no confidence against a minister is unheard of. Petteri Orpo panics big time.

- Junnila survives the vote barely. He would've lost had the entire opposition been present. Wears a raccoon necktie to the vote.

- Petteri Orpo gives Junnila a scolding on proper behavior. This of course solves everything. Not.

- Junnila's raccoon tie becomes a point of discussion. He has made many strange raccoon comments such as remember the raccoons to leftists on twitter. Many of his fellow party members have liked those tweets. When asked about the meaning of the raccoon, all refuse to comment.

- The Finns refuse all comments altogether. When asked about Junnila's nazi connections, the party secretary says "I love this park and I love all of you"

- Junnila's old bill draft titled climate abortion resurfaces. The bill would fund abortions in sub Saharan Africa

- The Christian party (also in the coalition) are appalled and withdraw their confidence

- Media discovers Junnila has lied about his career and education

- Junnila resigns today, becoming the shortest serving minister in Finnish history

- Petteri Orpo says he expect something like this would eventually happen but "not so soon"

- several white supremacists and ethnonationalists still remain in positions of power, including speaker of the parliament Jussi Halla-aho known as the Master to his supporters. Junnila and Purra are both his disciples

- One week down, four more years of this to go

#remember when sanna marin was the pm and her parties were a massive scandal??? #was that a fever dream

[grizzlyofthesea]

I got bored and came up with a few of my own challenge modes for UCN. Maybe I'll actually test them tonight. But for now, I just want to share them.

"Was it me?"

This one is based on the Bite of '87 and the mystery behind who did it. I drew inspiration from fan theories across all eras of FNAF history. I also included suspects and red herrings for the Bite of '83. We have:

Freddy, for Rule 6 ("Don't touch Freddy.") on FNAF 1's Rules poster and the handprints on his face

Foxy, for being out of order and isolated in Pirate Cove

Toy Chica, for her removable beak and threatening voice lines

Mangle, for her huge jaws, sharp teeth, and resentment of being torn apart every day

Golden Freddy, for almost 100% certainly being Fredbear

Every pre-Halloween FNAF 4 character, for the game's teasers alluding to the Bite. Bonus points if DeeDee summons Nightmare Chica and/or Plushtrap.

"Fine Dining"

The theme of this challenge is "class and style." Everyone included here is wearing some combination of hat + tie. Each character gets:

20 AI levels if they're wearing both a nice hat and a snazzy tie

10 AI levels if they only have one of the above accessories

5 AI levels if they are Nedd Bear. He technically fits the dress code, but his springy hat isn't exactly classy, and his standard office necktie is the lamest possible option.

"Getting Meta Up in Here"

Every character here has a description and/or mechanic that breaks the fourth wall. They are all set to 20, except for Chica and El Chip, who are both set to 10. Their uniqueness is for variety and not much else, to be honest.

"New and Shiny"

All the characters with polished, pristine suits are set to 20. That's literally it. This was inspired by the FNAF 2 challenge of the same name. I considered docking a few AI levels for Mangle and Ennard due to the rough conditions of their bodies, but hey, their endoskeletons are shiny.

"Midnight Rave"

Disorientation and noise are the key features of this challenge. Every "distraction" character is here and is set to 20--except for Phone Guy, who is set to 5 because I can't see him willingly attending a rave. Every noise-sensitive character is also set to 20, whether they are sensitive to noise level or noise type. Ballora is part of the 20 group as well since listening for her music is her core mechanic; you can't have a proper party without music. Finally, there are a few characters set to 10:

Freddy, because his music box is his death screen audio and nothing else

Mangle, because she only makes static once he gets to your room

Puppet, because he only emits music himself when he's about to kill you

Rockstar Bonnie, because he is intrinsically linked to his guitar but doesn't actually do anything musical until he kills you

Scraptrap, because you do have to listen for him, but he only shows up once

Anyway, that's all. Let me know what you think, if I can improve any of these challenges, etc.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf ucn #ultimate custom night #ucn custom challenges