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amostimprobabledream · 6 months

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Ignite Me (Homelander x Reader) Part Eight

Hello, hello! I had this chapter vaguely planned for ages, didn't get around to, and now I've somehow written all of it in like one night. The muse is fickle. Also, it's my birthday! :D

It was strange having a guy in your apartment.

Of course, given that he did in fact live here, it shouldn't be so surprising. But Vince has been on tour with his band for the past couple of months and to tell the truth, you’ve gotten a bit too used to not having him around. He’s a nice enough guy when he actually is around, but there’s something about having a man in your living space that's immediately obvious. Some kind of shift in the air, like you can taste the pheromones.

You should know - you've been dealing with a far bigger intrusion than your roommate over the past couple of weeks.

Fortunately for you, Vince is not the kind of guy who cares to keep up to date with celebrity gossip. He does have a phone but his relationship with it was more like acquaintances than the death grip most people - you included - had on your smartphones. Once he couldn’t find his phone and you found he’s absent-mindedly put it on top of the fridge when he was making himself a grilled cheese. At present Vince is bumbling around the kitchen, smelling of smoke and wearing a faintly dazed expression. You weren't sure if it was all the travelling he had been doing to get home or because he was most definitely still a little bit high. He sticks his head in the fridge. "Why's there an empty milk carton in here?" he asks, slightly muffled.

"Is there?" you say, from the sofa. "Huh. Could've sworn it was only half-empty when I last looked." "Or half full." Vince says with a foggy smile. You roll your eyes. "Shut up." you reply with some amusement. "So how was it? Do you think you're on the verge of a signing or what?" You knew Vince was in a band from before he moved in, but it surprised you that he was actually pretty good. He looked and talked like your classic stoner most of the time, drifting about aimlessly like a bumblebee, but from what you could tell even though the band he was in was just a little garage thing, they were passionate about making music and had a couple of venues where they were a regular. Then someone knew a guy who knew a guy, and then he’d packed a bag, put his guitar in a van and told you he’d be gone a while, bar-hopping and going to try recording a few songs somewhere.

He sent you semi regular texts or phots with progress on what he was up to, though he often forgot. It’s nice to have him back, though. Sometimes it gets lonely coming home from work to empty air and nobody to talk to. Plus, you know, now there’s somebody else to do the bins every once in a while.

Of course, Vince’s unexpected return home also is a welcome distraction from something rather important. A massive fucking elephant in the room that he wasn’t even aware of.

You were trying not to think about the fact that you had a passed-out Supe in your bed. No, not a passed-out Supe - the Supe. Homelander had been in such a deep sleep when you woke up that for a second you wondered if he was dead. Like how a shark supposedly drowns if it doesn't continue swimming at all times, you'd wondered if perhaps this foray into unconsciousness had done him in for good. But then his eyelids had flickered, much to your relief - as stressful as his intrusion on your life had been, you really weren't in the mood to explain to Vought how their golden boy had died visiting your apartment. You had decided to leave him to sleep - he obviously needed it and perhaps he'd be a little bit less choke-happy if he got in a decent amount of shut-eye. You had no idea how you were going to handle him when he woke up, but you figured you could cross that bridge when you came to it.

Sleeping with him had been one of the most surreal experiences of your life, and you included getting shot in a freak accident in that. It wasn’t unpleasant, exactly. Neither of you talked – it was like there was some kind of fragile treatise that was going on in your bedroom and neither was willing to be the one to pop the bubble by discussing it. You’d had to get up at one point to use the bathroom and extracting yourself from his heavy arms wrapped around your midriff had taken a considerable amount of time to manage – you were lucky he’d eventually loosened his grip and rolled over in his sleep.

When you woke up, it was impossible to forget even for a moment he was present. From the moment you were conscious, Homelander’s presence in bed beside you was the most prominent thing in your awareness, like a grizzly bear had climbed into bed with you. His body was always so warm that you wondered if he ever got sick – if he had a fever, how would anybody in Vought be able to tell?

And who would take care of Homelander if he was sick? Officially his parents were deceased, but even if he was a grown man, did he have anybody who would worry for his health?

These were heavy thoughts to be dealing with the minute you woke up, and you couldn’t help but be slightly irritated that Homelander had not only invaded your home, but now your thoughts as well. So you’d gotten up to go grab something to eat to soothe the emptiness in your belly, only to find a suitcase in front of the door and a sleepy Vince slumped at the kitchen island. You’re trying to figure out how to get Vince up to speed in a way that won’t freak him out, but it’s difficult to phrase it: “Oh, by the way, but Homelander saved my life a few weeks ago – long story – and now he’s kind of developing a weird fixation on me and he slept in my bed last night. Just a heads up.” “So, what are your plans for today, anyway?” you ask, rising from the sofa and stretching. “Probably gonna crash.” Vince shrugs. “Been a long couple of days.” “That’s a good idea.” You say, wondering if you might just get away with letting Homelander stay here without anybody else knowing about it. Vince is a heavy sleeper so perhaps you can shoo Homelander out when he passes out without too much fuss. No doubt Ashley’s probably breathing into a paper bag over having no idea where Homelander is for over six hours, and you have to admit that the thought gives you a stab of vindictive pleasure. “I was thinking I might go out this afternoon, so I’m gonna- “ And then you freeze, just as you were about to head to your bedroom to check on your guest.

Turns out, he’s awake.

Homelander is standing just outside the doorway to your room. His regalia is all back in place – boots, belt, cape, epaulettes, and he’s staring over at Vince at the kitchen island like any moment his laser vision is going to turn on and melt his head into a fleshy slurry. That may sound like an exaggeration, but strangely, you don’t feel like testing if he’ll actually follow through with it. Even Vince in his exhaustion stills, staring at Homelander with muted shock spreading across his features. “Uh. Morning.” You manage to croak, even though it’s just gone noon. Homelander spares a glance at you, eyes flicking up and down your body, and his nostrils flare slightly. He turns slowly back to look at Vince. "And who might this be?" Homelander says, each word slow and weighted, ignoring your feeble greeting entirely.

His tone may be superficially polite, but you're not stupid - he's practically radiating hostility, the smile in his face more like he's holding back an urge to bite him than anything else. For Vince's part, if he notices the reaction of Homelander seeing another man within five feet of you, he's smart enough to play dumb. "Oh, wow, it's really The Homelander?" Vince says, doing a fantastic impression of a starstruck fan - if you didn't know Vince as well as you do, you'd buy it as well. He widens his gray eyes and grins dopily. "Hey, man. It's, like, so cool to meet you." "Vince is my roommate." you jump in quickly, as Homelander works his jaw. He looks straight at you, slightly taken aback, and you quickly jump on this momentary flicker surprise before he can say or do anything incendiary. "He just got back from travelling today."

There’s a pause. You can practically see the gears in Homelander’s mind turning as he processes this information, weighing up if you’re telling the truth. You remember vaguely hearing once that he can hear people’s heartbeats if he focuses properly, and you will yourself not to suddenly start having palpitations – just because you know you’re not lying doesn’t mean your body might not betray you. Vince, mercifully, stays silent as well, even if he’s affecting casualness by rolling up a cigarette with smooth, practiced motions. Both of you are primed like you’re waiting to see if a bomb is about to explode or if it’s a dud.

Eventually, Homelander concludes you’re not lying. All the times he’s visited your apartment (and you don’t know that there’s been more than one, not counting today), he never detected the presence of someone else. Not a stray heartbeat or music floating beneath a door, no scent of someone else’s sweat or deodorant or a myriad of other things people walk around smelling like. You never mentioned having a roommate, but then, why would you feel the need to if he was rarely home? Homelander has no idea how much an apartment in the city costs, but come to think of it, it is rather large for one woman living alone. Vince’s lack of reaction to your words also helps him verify your story – he isn’t scrambling to go along with a lie you’ve come up with, and from what Homelander knows about you, you’re not a skilled, seamless liar, either. Once this thought process finishes, which had to have only lasted a couple of seconds in reality but seems agonisingly slow to you, he visibly calms himself. His shoulders slouch from their stiff, squared post, he isn’t gritting his jaw anymore and his murderous stare scales back to a mildly dismissive expression you’d find in a housecat. “Ah, of course.” He says, like you’ve mentioned Vince multiple times to him, and he’s satisfied that he finally has a face to put to the name. “Good to meet you, kid.” Kid? You think in slight disbelief – Vince is around the same age as you.

The mocking nickname is water of a duck’s back for Vince, who slides off the barstool in one fluid move, licking the end of the cigarette paper and rolling it up between two fingers. "Cool, yeah.” He mumbles, in his gravelly stoner drawl. “Well, I've got some unpacking to do, so like..." That's apparently Vince's idea of a graceful exit, because he drifts out of the room without even bothering to finish his sentence. You shoot a glare in his general direction as he retreats into his room, the door shutting behind him, even though you know that it's actually probably for the best that he's chosen to extract himself from the situation. There's not much he can do about an angry Homelander, and you can't really blame him for leaving him to you to deal with.

Doesn't mean you don't feel a bit betrayed, though. Homelander's eyes flick to Vince's departing back for a moment before darting immediately back to you, and you stiffen beneath his stare. “Sleep well?” you ask Homelander, rather lamely, but it’s difficult to know what to say to him when he goes all silent and unreadable like this. Normally he dominates most conversations he’s in, but when he goes quiet…you have no idea what he’s thinking. “Mmhmm.” he says with a slow nod. “Better than I have in a while, actually.”

You weren’t expecting him to say that and now it’s your turn to be momentarily surprised. Homelander jerks his chin towards the busted door leading to the balcony. “May I speak with you outside?” he says – again in that superficially polite voice, but you already know that it isn’t a request. Slightly irritated but deciding it’s better to follow the path of least resistance, you give a sigh and nod, heading for the door and slipping through it. If Vince’s unexpected arrival hadn’t already started things off poorly, you might have plucked up the nerve to tell Homelander if he’s going to keep breaking the door to come inside, the least he can do is get Vought to spring for a new lock.

That’s something else you’re going to file to speak about later, when you feel like you’re on more solid ground.

Unfortunately for you, solid ground doesn’t look like it’s on the itinerary for today. Because no sooner do you leave the safety of your apartment, Homelander pounces. His powerful arms wrap around you before you can even get out a word, and suddenly you’re launching into the air. You let out a shriek, gripping pointlessly at the front of his uniform, your fingernails sinking hard into the plush fabric. Your stomach makes an unpleasant lurch like you’re about to swoop down on a roller coaster and you don’t dare look down. “Homelander!” you scream, your voice being ripped away from you as soon as you speak thanks to the wind rushing by your ears. If he didn’t have superhearing you wouldn’t even be sure he’d heard you over it. He doesn’t answer, just holds on as he rockets upwards and you don’t want to see the city shrinking away with only his arms preventing you from plunging to a quick but gory death, so you shut your eyes and press your face against his chest, your heart pounding hard against your ribcage. You’re not even wearing any shoes. You have no idea where he’s going and the city is moving by in such a blur that it’s totally disorienting, let alone the speed he’s going. If you weren’t experiencing it so uncomfortably close up, you’d probably be finding it impressive.

Finally, finally, he stops and slowly lowers himself on top of what seems to be a skyscraper – you’re just assuming that since you can’t see anything else from this vantage point except for other skyscrapers. You back away the minute his feet touch the roof, scowling at him and wrapping your arms around yourself in a gesture of self-comfort. “What the fuck?!” you blurt out. “Why in god’s name are we- “ “Shut up.” You shut up. Your jaw nearly snaps with how quickly you stop talking. There’s something in the way he says it that cuts off your objections – obviously he wanted to make sure Vince couldn’t overhear whatever it is he’s about to say, but really, did he have to stick you on top of a building however many miles up in the air?

I guess that’s one guarantee I can’t run away. You think, and a chill washes over you despite the heat of the early afternoon.

Homelander is staring at you, his cape billowing behind him in the wind, which is stronger up here than it is down on the ground. You hate to admit this, but he does look majestic like this – standing boldly against the soft colours of the sky behind him, his cape swaying behind him and his hair shining gold in the sun. It’s difficult to believe he’s the same person who scared you in the Vought dressing room, the man who let you lead him to bed and spent all night holding onto you like he never wanted to let you go. Every time you think you have the measure of Homelander, that you have the sum of his personality in hand, it changes on you.

He’s a trickster God in mythology. Always shifting, and never quite in reach. “Yesterday, you asked me what I want.” Homelander says, like he’s been preparing this speech for some time. It is utterly silent up here, just you and him all alone. He can do as he pleases up here and there would be no witnesses. There’s nowhere for you to go – the only exit is behind him, and you don’t even know if it’s locked or not. The only way out of this is him. He knows it and you know it too.

“Yes…?” you say, and it comes out on a huff of air, breathy and uncertain.

He steps closer to you until he’s standing right before you, and you’re about eye-level with his chest. He tilts your face up with just the tip of his index finger and you’re forced to crane your neck.

“Look at me.” He commands in a voice that’s barely above a whisper.

Slowly, tremulously, you raise your eyes to his. It’s not easy to do – even without his laser vision active, there’s something so piercing, so intense about the way he’s looking at you. It’s like trying to maintain eye contact with a lion and with each agonising second that ticks by it might lunge.

Homelander listens to your body. The rapid-fire beat of your heart, like a little rabbit’s. Your hair is being pulled at by the wind and there’s a look in your eyes, the way your pupils have grown enormous as you stare warily up at him, that he somehow finds…hot.

They say fear is an excellent aphrodisiac, after all.

“I want this.” Homelander says.

And then he kisses you.

Heat. He’s so hot to the touch, and especially his lips. This time he isn’t surprised by your actions – he’s initiating it. A hand cups the back of your head and pulls you in, and you can’t stop yourself from sinking into his touch. He kisses you like he wants to devour you – it’s all heat and lips moulding against each other and a hint of teeth. Oh, he could rip you apart with those fangs of his, but he’s being gentle with them. The fact he knows exactly how much pain to throw in to heighten the pleasure sends you reeling and, to your embarrassment, a faint sensation of heat pools in the crotch of your panties. His free hand snakes around your hip, pressing you up against his body and a shiver snakes its way down your spine – you can feel the outline of his cock through the suit, sandwiched against your body and it’s big. Big enough that you’d feel every inch of it as it pushed its way inside you-

Oh, fuck. Eventually, just as you’re starting to feel a little dizzy from the lack of it, Homelander lets you come up for air. His eyes have darkened as well and his gaze drops to your lips, shiny with his saliva. Slowly, meditatively, he brushes a thumb over your bottom lip, leaving behind a trail of tingles where the fabric touched you.

“I don’t want a fucking TV interview.” Homelander says in a hiss, his voice raspy. “I don’t give a shit about ratings. I saved you that day – I saved you because it’s my job. I’m a hero. But you – you wanted me. Didn’t you?” You stare dumbly at him, your brain scrambling to process his words. “I felt it when you kissed me.” He said, low and insistent. His thumb traces little circles in your hip. “Just for that moment, you forget everything else – where you were, what happened, all of it. There was only me. Us. That kiss.” The funny thing is, you had no idea he’d noticed so much in only a few seconds. He’s forgetting you were terrified you were going to die, of course, but…there was a moment when the world shrank down to that one moment where you were kissing Homelander, and he did it back. Your mind focused on it because it was easier, sweeter, more palatable, than the very real threat of death reaching for you in the same breath. “You know I’m right,” Homelander presses you, his voice an insistent growl, and you realise with a sharp jolt he wants you to tell him so – he wants a confession.

So, you give it to him.

“Yes.” You say, heat flooding your cheeks.

He may be ignoring other things, the way you fled from him and from Vought when he turned on you, the apprehension you felt from being in the spotlight, the chaos that seems to have followed you around everywhere you go since your path collided with his, but he isn’t wrong. Despite all that, you can’t deny your attraction to him. He’s an expert at spotting a liar, after all.

He smiles, a pleased hum in his throat and he leans down to kiss you again, but not before muttering something in your ear; “That’s my girl.”

#Homelander x Reader #The Boys (2019)#Fanfiction #Writings #Homelander x You

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dispatchvampire · 4 months

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Damsel in This Dress

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x FemaleOC

Warnings: Not many, probably mostly swearing. This is just a bit of fluff.

Rating: PG-13 mostly for language

WC: 1000-ish.

Summary: Layla finds herself stranded at a Stark gala, with her terrible ex circling like a shark. Enter an unlikely savior in the form of one smoking hot Winter Soldier.

Most people would be absolutely elated to be a guest at a Tony Stark party. All the glitz and glamour, celebrities at every turn and, in Layla’s case, not a single place to hide, dammit.

She wasn’t there as an actual guest, really a plus one for her parents, who actually were the guests of Mr. Stark as newly minted business partners. They just merged the R&D department of their alternative energy company to Stark Industries, where she was due to start work in the following weeks. By all rights, Layla should be over the moon with the trajectory of her life.

‘Should’ being the operative word. No, the rain on her parade came in the form of Charleton Zednik, son and heir apparent of a separate business partner of both her parents and Mr. Stark. He also happened to be her absolutely abysmal ex.

As tight as her cocktail dress was, somehow Charleton managed to cling even more tenaciously.

Maybe it wasn’t the most charitable thought, but she’d rather have a raging case of herpes than carry on one more day with his bland ass. He was so rigid, she wasn’t convinced he wouldn’t shatter if he hit the ground for any reason, and what he lacked in imagination, he more than made up for in possessive personality. Since she’d broken up with him over two weeks ago, he’d been blowing up her phone, her socials, and had even had her parents lobbying on his behalf.

On paper, they were the perfect couple, two scions of an up-and-coming green energy revolution, and if arranged marriage was still a thing, Layla knew she would have been out the door the moment Charleton first looked in her direction. Her parents meant well, she knew, but damn if they weren’t still unreasonably old school about some things.

It was late in the evening and she found herself alone, at the bar, relishing her reprieve as Charleton had to step away and take a work call. Hopefully he’d be gone long enough for her Uber to arrive so she could make a break for it. She ordered a double lemon drop while she waited.

“You look how I feel,” a gruff male voice beside her remarked as her martini glass appeared in front of her. “Are you okay?”

Layla was mid-sip as she turned to reply to the kind inquiry and promptly choked on her drink. In front of her was Bucky Goddamn Barnes. The Winter-Fucking-Soldier, all six feet four inches of him, in an impeccably tailored tux, with his luscious dark hair artfully tied back and sea-glass blue eyes soft with concern.

Flailing for a napkin, she nodded her thanks as he pressed several into her hand. “Um, yeah. Thanks,” she choked out as she blotted her face and attempted to quell her mess. “Sorry. Really. I’m fine.”

“All evidence to the contrary aside.” His smirk should be registered as a lethal weapon.

Layla ducked her head, snickering even as her cheeks filled with mortified heat. “Right.” She sipped her drink again, regaining her composure enough to look the man in the face when a movement over his shoulder caught her eye.

Whatever her face did in that moment must have been dramatic, because Bucky immediately moved closer to her and glanced quickly over his shoulder. Taking a hold of her elbow, he shifted to put himself between the approaching man and her. “Do you need to leave?”

Charleton’s eyes met hers across the room and the scowl on his face grew in intensity as he sped up his approach. Layla looked up at Bucky, who appeared poised to deal with whatever answer she gave him. “Yes please.”

He nodded once and threw a twenty on the bar. “Let’s go.” Gently, he ferried her through the room, the path in front of him opening up as if by magic. If that magic could be attributed to a scowling former assassin with a beautiful woman on his arm.

In no time at all, you were both in the elevator watching the city lights fade on the ride to one of the upper floors. For all that he’d been in her space to get her there, the moment the doors closed, he stepped away and maintained a respectful distance.

“Why are we going upstairs? Why not just hustle me out of the building?”

“He saw us together, right?”

“Right…?

“Then chances are good he’s expecting us to make a break for it and leave, so he’ll likely head down to the lobby and to wait and make a scene there.”

That did sound like him. She was suddenly tired. So, so tired. “So then where are we going?”

“My place,” he replied as the elevator dinged to a halt. He held an arm out and allowed her to precede him onto the penthouse floor. “At least until he cools his jets and leaves.”

“I don’t see that happening anytime soon,” she muttered, feeling both vexed at her ex and slightly exhilarated at the idea of being alone with Bucky. This was not how she saw her night going in the slightest, and suddenly wondered if she remembered to put on matching underwear.

The giant gave her a million-watt grin as he tugged off his bowtie and tossed it onto the dining room table as he led her through the large, open concept room to the kitchen island. “Then you’re welcome to stay as long as you like.”

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kaypeace21 · 2 years

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I know I've already talked about the many many parallels between henry and Will before .plus the fact Henry also parallels el and kali, but ...

What's the most suspicious of all the parallels between Will & Henry is-

We had henry (who has powers) be thrown into another dimension filled with monsters. Then (with his powers ) he created a mindscape based on his childhood home in that dimesnion . And oh what happened to Will? He was thrown into another dimension filled with monsters... and the ud is stuck on the day he dissapeared ... and it's based on his home town? Hmmm. Ok. That's not strange to anyone ??? What about how...

Henry: became in dustin's words an "undead wizard". While Will: is called "zombie boy" + dresses up as a wizard ?

Henry/vecna : vecna means "forever" and is associated with clocks and causes an apocalypse.Dustin in s3 hands Will a "forever clock" and says it'd be useful in the "apocalypse". Also the clock henry looks at as a kid says "Williams" ... excuse me???

Henry jokes about how his dad assumed his powers were the work of the "devil". s3: lucas hands a "satan's baby" firework to Will.And during the satanic panic newscast it zooms in on a replica of Will's d&d set, when the newscaster discuss "satanism" in hawkins.

Henry in s4: "I know what it's like to be different". El in s4 : "I am different. " Will in s4: "When you're different..."

Victor about henry: "he was a sensitive child". Joyce about Will: "he's a sensitive kid...He's not like you, Hopper. He's not like me, he's not like ... most. "In a show that references star wars constantly . I'm supposed to not immediatly think that's code for they're both "force sensitive" (aka have powers)? Especially when they parallel el to yoda and luke?

Henry saying to El he's beyond a "cure". El being called a "cure "to vecna,by Owens. But ,also... Will having a poster in his room called "the cure". Not to mention the other 2 posters in his s4 room: "jaws" poster (demogorgan was compared to a shark in s1). And the other poster is of the musical "little shop of horrors" which is about evil plants. Cue the evil plants /vines throughout ST. Also music being a "cure" to vecna.Get it... like how Will is into musicals in s4/music and singing in s1. And how he randomly sings "never ending story" in s4 . And a boy with a bowlcut saves the day/ defeats the "darkness" , in "never ending story" .

We will see... I mean Harry Potter is confirmed inspo for st . And Vecna is 100% based on Voldermort ( both have aliases beginning with "V", and are noseless wizards who barely survived a magical incident). And then we have Will who is just like Harry Potter : both are boy wizards who after facing the evil noseless wizard-> have a scar + a psychic connection to said evil wizard. Harry is even called the "boy who lived". While, Will in s1-2 was called "the boy who came back to life" . So If Will isn't significant in s5 in some supernatural way/has powers ... I'm calling "retcon" XD

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Other parallels (not mentioned in this post) of Will & Henry - here.

Other parallels (not mentioned in this post) between El, kali & Henry - here.

#will byers #henry creel #byler #el hopper #kali prasad

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aravas-writing · 3 months

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I need to write something ffs

A funnyman's recap of Blue Archive

Volume 1 Chapter 1

The archiving system of this game's story can be confusing, but you end up rolling with it at some point.

Anyhow, we begin this first actual storyline of the game by Sensei accepting a plea for help from a smaller school.

Turns out Abydos Academy used to be the largest school before desertification ate most of the land belonging to it, resulting in attempts at disaster relief eating through funds. This got the school in deep shit with loan sharks...

And this is basically why that school only has 5 students remaining.

What the fuck.

But Sensei is undaunted and goes there on his own!

Except the district is still large as hell, so they end up lost and dehydrated after three hours. Considering it's a desert district...

But yeah, Sensei then gets found by a student who winds up taking them piggyback to Abydos Academy, where we meet the Foreclosure Task Force, aka the five last students of Abydos.

Now, I will have the cliffnotes less detailed here BC certain details will be mentioned as I go along this story.

Sunaookami Shiroko

Very sporty

The one to take Sensei all the way to Abydos on her back

Wears a Sig SSG 556 "White Fang 465"

Rarely emotes

Has a fucking combat drone

Very attached to the FTF

Anubis, judge of the dead

Kuromi Serika

Tsundere catgirl

AR70/223 "Sincerity" (lmao)

Extremely stubborn

Very hardworking

Bastet, goddess of cats

Izayoi Nonomi

The curves on this girl wtf

Head of provisions (snack provider)

Wields her "Mini No.5", a GE M134

Rich as fuck, does not act like it at all

Will offer lap pillows to people she likes

Nephthys, a goddess of death alongside her sister Isis

Okusora Ayane

Idk why, but that one was the full body pic I got for her in search

Treasurer of FTF

The one holding the Braincell

Flips the table when she reaches her limit

Compared to her, everyone acts like a nutcase (slight exaggeration)

SIG p229 "Common Sense"

Heals by drone strike

Either Isis, goddess of birth, rebirth and magic or Thoth, god of scribes and scholars

Takanashi Hoshino

Perma eepy

Talks like an old man

Has a foldable riot shield

Seeming bing chilling, actually worrywart

Loves marine life, like whales

Head of the FTF and acting student council prez

Beretta 1301 Tactical "Eye of Horus" (guess what god she is)

These are the last members of their school, and they are up shits creek without a paddle. Under siege by delinquents and over 900 Million Yen (about 9 Million Dollars) in debt and with almost no way to earn money, plus the interest rate, things are dire.

At least the siege can be solved by Sensei ordering some ammo for all and coordinating a counteroffensive. The debt, not so much.

Turns out Abydos went ignored by the GSC for some reason (politics, probs) and Sensei is their first ray of hope in a while.

Sorta. We later learn that Nonomi is so motherfucking rich that she has a credit card with no known upper limit and could wipe the debt out in a swipe. However, principle of the thing, so no do that.

Bit dumb, considering, but they get by... barely.

So their next course of action to get some money is to find out about jobs in their area. Serika winds up falling for a pyramid scheme, so we all band together to fuck these fraudsters up.

Next suggestion: rob a bank!

Shiroko seems to be a big fan of Payday, enough so that her hobby is planning bank heists. Of course they need masks and a plan and new identities of this.

The name "Masked Swimsuit Gang" ends up sticking. (They don't even wear swimsuits here)

However, before then, a new threat arises! The loan sharks are a subsidy of Kaiser Corporation, the biggest corp in Kivotos and all-around assholes. The head twat hires a certain agency to ensure Abydos' demise and securing what remains of the land the last Prez sold off for loans.

They are Problem Solver 68 and they are....

A bunch of misfits

Onikata Kayoko

Listens to death metal

Loves cats

The one with the brain

H&K P30L with Silencer "Demon's Roar"

Very level headed

Actual sweetheart

Asagi Mutsuki

Nicknamed "The Imp"

Kind of kusogaki

Mischievous, likes pranking people

Will kill for the people she likes

Pranks the people she likes a lot

Her and her new year's alt has some of the most questionable Live2Ds

MG5 "Trick or Trick"

Igusa Haruka

The kind of girl you just want to swaddle in a blanket and protect her from all harm

Went through horrible bullying in middle school

Nonexistent self esteem

Described to have a dangerous mind

Grows weeds because she associates with them

FABARM SDASS Tactical "Blow Away"

Who did this to her I just wanna talk-

Rikuhachima Aru

That one Blue Archive song, "Unwelcome School", is heavily associated with her

You see her and think "badass"

Haruka thinks so; Aru put a stop to the bullying

However: she is a GIGANTIC FUCKING DORK

She does not recognise the Abydos students when they're wearing just a mask

Loves to act cool, panicking inside

She founded her part timer agency because she wanted to be a outlaw

Her schemes fly by the seat of her pants

She is a complete lovable idiot

PSG-1 "Wine Red Admire"

Naturally, problem solver 68 ends up befriending their apparent targets (they didn't know at the time) while out eating at a ramen shop Serika works at. All of that before they go and attack the school and fail to defeat the FTF because Sensei magic.

Aru panics and regroups and then meets the girls again! While they're in masks and on their way to rob a black market bank because if has the money they paid as interest to fuck shit loans.

Everyone but Aru recognises them, who thinks they're so god damn cool for robbing a bank.

It's unfortunate that PS69- sorry, 68 gets outta dodge because asshole McGee is assmad they failed to put the screws on Abydos.

Sensei offers help, but has to be kindly refused. Don't worry, this lovable moron and her unstoppable crew of one punk chick, one imp and one High-powered depression-run bomb builder of a school girl terrorist will be back

And, yes, that one is Haruka, who winds up blowing up the Ramen store because she thought it would help Aru.

Help this girl.

Back to story: FTF can't take the money home because it wouldn't be okay, so they leave the bag with blown-up ramen shop owner (he's okay, just a little singed).

Suddenly, invasion! Not by Kaiser Corp, but by Gehenna Academy, one of the big three! They wanna learn what the fuck is up for reasons. This time, I'll write what happens with each of the featured characters in the bullet notes because that is their only appearance in the story.

Shiromi Iori

Sporty, think Track and Field

Member of the Prefect Team

Very much for law and order

Hunts down troublemakers

Hot headed, spearheads the assault to Abydos and gets her cheeks clapped for it

One of the very few students canon Sensei acts lewd towards

We talking licking her feet (????), we talking bothering her with tasks, we talking looking up her skirt

Yeah, I don't know either, but she tends to send mixed signals

During summer event: "I'm not wearing a swimsuit so you can perv on me!" Proceeds to wear the skimpiest swimsuit the age rating can allow

Karabiner 98k (the deleter rifle from back when call of duty was still young). Hers is called "Crack shot"

Aaaa it turns out only 10 pics per post! Will reblog this with continuation

Oh btw, during that fight Serika tanks a grenade from a fucking Flak. We get told she just had to "sleep it off for a day"

What. The. Fuck. Are these students

#blue archive #kuromi serika #sunaookami shiroko #izayoi nonomi #okusora ayane #takanashi hoshino #shiromi iori #rikuhachima aru #igusa haruka #asagi mutsuki #onikata kayoko

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cheapsweets · 3 months

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The clangorous Blisheag

My response to this week's BestiaryPosting challenge from @maniculum

Here we have a lance (a group) of Blisheags, gathered round a quite expressive crow standing atop a makeshift podium. There's a couple of different Blisheags here, we can clearly see a couple of hounskull Blishaegs, some sallet Blisheags, and even the rarer frogmouth blisheag... Are they different but related species, do we have some sexual dimorphism here, or are these just different lifestages of the birds? The answer remains a mystery; the bestiary authors are not telling...

Hey! I managed to fill a new fountain pen to try drawing with... I think it's going to take a bit to get my hand in again :D I was thinking it would be much easier using a regular fountain pen, but clearly I've started to get used to the idiosyncracies of the weird pens I have been using! I also (still) need to listen to myself and draw larger if I'm working on A5 paper. Still pleased how this came out in the end!

Jinhao shark fountain pen with a fine, hooded nib (the hooded nib means it dries out less quickly, and can also prevent inky fingers to some degree) with Monteverde Raven Noir ink, over initial pencil sketch.

Also, thank you for the suggestions for animal anatomy/drawing books, I have some stuff to keep an eye out for!

As ever, reasoning under the cut...

Blisheags get their name, [redacted], from the creaking sound they make, like crickets, [redacted]. The sound comes from their mouth rather than their voice, because they make it by clashing their bills.

Okay, this is cool. So, the main thing we know about them physically is that their beaks make a 'creaking' sound (not the way I'd ever thought to describe crickets or grasshoppers chirruping, but I can absolutely see it). So we need to do something interesting with the beaks, but what...?

Blisheags are the heralds of spring; they share a sense of community; they are the enemies of snakes; they fly across the sea, making their way in flocks to Asia. Crows go in front of them as their guides, the Blisheags following them as if in an army.

This is where everything started to come together. In terms of the composition, I liked the idea of the Blisheags gathered round a crow, about to lead them all across the sea.

This also meant that I was figuring that Blisheags were probably corvids too (plus, corvids are awesome), maybe taking some influence from jackdaws, following their larger (and wiser?) cousins the crows?

Also, the birds being compared to an army, beaks creaking... like armour? Hence the decision to style their heads and beaks like medieval helmets. I'm sure I'm not the first person to come up with this idea, and I'm sure others have done it better, but it was fun!

There's also got to be some heavy inflience from @secondlina's Crow Time comics (which are awesome and you should check them out if you haven't already).

Blisheags possess a strong sense of duty towards their young. They are so keen to keep their nests warm that their feathers fall out as a result of the constant incubation. But their young spend as much time caring for them when they grow old, as they spend caring for their young.

I've included a nod to this, with one of the hounskull Blisheags near the stump - its chest and legs are all fluffy and we have some moulted feathers scattered around from where it has been incubating its nest. I wanted to go more towards the natural fluffiness from moulting birds, rather than having feathers plucked out due to stress (or other birds), mostly because it was more pleasant to draw!

#Blisheag #maniculum bestiaryposting #bestiaryposting #my art #corvids

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thecreaturecodex · 1 year

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Adaro

"Goblin Shark ~ Day 10" © Candice Sciortino, accessed at deviantArt here

[This is another "If I Ran the Zoo" monster--the adaro appears in Pathfinder 1e's Bestiary 3. But it's kind of dull. There's nothing wrong with making a mershark, but the adaro has weird magical powers in the lore of the Solomon Islands that should get some due. This is an unusual folkloric monster in that I read about them first in a D&D book, namely the 3.0 3pp Penumbra Fantasy Bestiary. There, they were evil counterparts to tritons, which informed my take, but this isn't a straight up conversion.

Also, this art isn't explicitly an adaro, but I hear "horned shark", I think goblin shark]

Adaro CR 3 NE Medium outsider (native) This creature has a humanoid torso, but the tail and dorsal fins of a shark. Its hands are webbed with long, spindly fingers, and a long horn grows from its face above snaggletooth jaws. It carries a spear in its hands.

In the belief systems of some peoples, the soul isn’t a single entity, but instead is a composite entity. The higher and more civilized soul is what passes into the afterlife for judgement, but the lower animal soul remains behind and incarnates into a new form. The adaro is an example of these incarnations—the distillation of id and impulse, transformed into a shark-like aquatic form. Adaros are selfish and violent, and enjoy bloodshed and suffering for their own sake. One of the few arts they practice other than cruelty is music. Adaros are excellent singers, and may even teach these songs to mortals in order for them to spread farther. Otherwise, they are dangerous creatures best avoided or appeased rather than confronted.

Adaros travel in schools, working together to sink ships, steal catches and otherwise torment those that ply the waters. They can and do fight with their teeth and horns, but prefer to soften up enemies from a distance by magically conjured, venomous flying fish. After a barrage of these poisoned darts, the adaros leap to the fight, charging through the air and creating a rainbow in their wake. In waters where adaros are common, rainbows are seen as an ominous, not hopeful, sign.

Adaros are carnivorous and have long lifespans. They do age and die despite their relationship to soulstuff, and the quintessence remaining in them dissipates directly into the Astral Plane instead of going to an afterlife.

Adaro CR 3 XP 800 NE Medium outsider (native, water) Init +3; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +7 Defense AC 15, touch 13, flat-footed 12 (+3 Dex, +2 natural) hp 30 (4d10+8) Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +4 DR 5/magic Offense Speed 5 ft., swim 50 ft. Melee masterwork spear +6 (1d8+1/x3), bite +3 (1d6), gore +3 (1d4) or bite +5 (1d6+1), gore +5 (1d4+1) Ranged flying fish dart +7 (1d6+1 plus poison) Special Attack rainbow leap Statistics Str 12, Dex 16, Con 15, Int 13, Wis 11, Cha 14 Base Atk +4; CMB +5; CMD 18 (cannot be tripped) Feats Blind-fight, Multiattack (B), Point Blank Shot Skills Acrobatics +10,Knowledge (nature) +8, Perception +11 (+15 hearing), Perform (sing) +9, Stealth +10, Survival +7, Swim +16; Racial Modifiers +4 Perception (+8 to hearing) Languages Aquan, Common Ecology Environment warm aquatic and coastal Organization solitary, pair, school (3-6) or frenzy (7-18) Treasure standard (masterwork spear, other treasure) Special Abilities Flying Fish Dart (Su) As a standard action, an adaro can create and throw a magical flying fish. This fish is treated as a thrown weapon with a range increment of 60 feet, and ignores all miss chances as if it was a seeking weapon. If it strikes a target, the creature takes 1d6 piercing damage and is exposed to the following poison: flying fish toxin—injury; Fort DC 14; duration 1/round for 4 rounds; effect 1d3 Con damage; cure 1 save. Regardless of whether it hits or misses, the flying fish turns into a mundane animal after being thrown once. The save DC is Charisma based. Rainbow Leap (Su) As a full round action three times per day, an adaro can move up to 10 times its swim speed by leaping through the air. It must begin its movement in a body of water. An adaro can use this ability in conjunction with a charge attack. When it uses this ability, a rainbow is created that passes through the spaces the adaro moved through. This rainbow lasts for one minute, and any character that moves through any of these spaces must succeed a DC 14 Fortitude save or be dazzled as long as they remain in the rainbow, and for 1 round thereafter. The save DC is Charisma based.

#adaro #solomon islands #world tour #if i ran the zoo #pathfinder 1e #merman #mershark #goblin shark

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convexheadcanons · 10 days

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Smaller headcanon here!

Vex teeth fall out and can regrow like sharks! Scar’s are more jagged and fall out more often than Cub’s sue to general clumsiness and his habit of chewing on weird stuff. :P

They’re hard enough to crack diamond and can be ground down to use as a rare alchemy and weapon reinforcement material. Vex tooth jewellery is also a valued item, often hand-crafted for loved ones by the owner of the tooth, or sold as luxury goods.

- Tyx

This is such a cool response and totally awesome and on time/lh BUT SERIOUSLY EXAM PERIODS ARE OVER, SO WE CAN GET ROUND TO THESE :D

I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS! Vexes teeth aren't rare as per say but they are very helpful in a multitude of senses ; many PVP/PVE players have weapons made of vex teeth, easier for cutting through skin and parrying off other blades - plus how cool would it be to brag about a sword made of one of the little buggers ! It's bragging right material itself, deadly and sharp just like its owners. Sometimes it's ground down, if prepared and extracted right - it can create quite a delicious paste ; reminiscent vex magic still curling in the teeth that have varied properties depending on the vex, for cooks they are highly renowned in dishes but of course they pay more for the fact of where they came from. Or, most common, they are used as potion ingredients - just like when they are used to cook - they have special properties and depending on the vex different flavours!

But on Hermitcraft, well they don't need to worry about it! It's all covered for them because they have their own vexes to give them teeth so they'll never run out because thankfully they regrow. (Both of them constantly reminisce the first time that their teeth fell out in front of the hermits, their panic was absolutely perfect) And actually they have helped a lot around the server, and not just the fact that he doesn't get into as much shenanigans as Scar does, but Cub just loves perfecting his teeth, often taking a nail file and filing his teeth down to size - much to the horror of everyone else but Scar who constantly teases him, so sure him for not wanting ragged teeth so flesh get stuck! It's not clean at all!

Owning a large tooth is very rare but can come as very useful for a number of different things - they hum when near pools of vex magic so can tell where vexes are going to come from which is useful for people going to pillage a mansion (unfortunately those sold for luxury goods are often forced out of a vexes mouth therefore don't have that property, and even in this form vex magic is a dangerous thing - there are universal roles of the selling of magical items), they are generally a scare factor for anyone in other servers and already sets a warning ; and for the vexes that give them they are like, possession materials - some vex already owns this persona and all the others have to move along!! Which is why every single hermit has one incorporated in some part of their outfit, weapon or body!

I also love to think of the fact that when they have loose teeth they're like children teething - they need something cool and squishy in their mouth (this is NOT limited to flesh) and just have the insistent urge to bite everything - this isn't much different to how Scar usually acts but there is a bit of grumpiness to loosing teeth...

- 🫀

#convex #hermitcraft cubfan #hermitcraft gtws #tyxaar ask #<3 #Yes we are totally on time #JSJSJJSHSJ #I LOVE THIS #ITS A SMALL HEADCANNON BUT THE SIGNIFICANCE OF A TOOTH #I love it #TYXAAR ASK BABY!#We love your headcannons and asks #We have been meaning to respond for so long 😭#Heart had extra exams blame him/lh #- 🥀#-🥀 rambles #HSLASS THIS HEADCANNON THOUGH #WE STARTING STRONG WITH THIS ONE

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snail-studios · 27 days

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hello!!! hope u're having an awesome day/evening :DD so anyway, what got u into botw/tloz? also what other fandoms are u in? ur art is so cute btw!!! ♡

awww hii!!!!! thank you for the question and for saying my art is cute! :D :D :D

♡ big long rant below vvv ♡

i first played botw on the wii seven years ago with my big brother when i was really young! at first..i hated it :V the wii sucked and it was SO STRESSFUL when the stal-monsters came and started attacking me! i even tried diving underwater but just got shot a ton,.. so i didn't play it for a year or so before i got it on the switch and absolutely fell in love with it. it was the most beautiful game i'd ever played, i could be a cute boy and run around naked plus I could ahve a horse. i named her milky and i didn't know i could register her so i left her outside of kakariko and she dissapeared. rip milky ;_;

so after about two years of aimlessly exploring hyrule i found some youtube videos during the pandemic. and it was all theories and cutscenes and one about a romance? and i, being a little fruit, saw te pretty girl on the thumbnail and was instantly hooked. because i was link and link was me, so i wanted to see how i could get a cool elf girlfriend (for perfectly straight reasons, of course -w-). so i was entranced with zelink, and princess zelda. i looked at fanart, i shipped until i realised....this was a boring ship and i didn't even like zelda too much, and i hadn't even watched any of the cutscenes yet.

so i watch aaalll the cutscenes, including a very special one, mipha's touch. cue little me squealing and kicking my legs because it's a mermaid and she heals and she's REALLY pretty. so i begin playing through botw's story in earnest. and i try to get to ruta- fail, and do vah medoh instead (and become obsessed with revali..dark days indeed).but now that i have revali's gale i can easily get to zora's domain and OMG! A SHARK PRINCE!!! AND HE'S MIPHA'S LITTLE BROTHER! SO SHE'S ALIVE!

but wait......why was he referring to her in past tense?

and then i see the statue and have a full link moment because i've played hours and hours just so i can see her and seh's dead????????????/ are you friken kidding me???????????????

i struggle through ruta, kill waterblight after many failed attempts and get the cutscene tm . and i'm shattered, but i've realised that this ship is canon af. mipha loved link and he's looking at her with such intensity. and..you know. i'm a young girl with too much time on my hands because of the pandemic. so i start learning to draw mipha so i can make art -w- and she really fuelled my love for art because she makes me happy okay!! 😭😭

after ages of becoming as OP as possible i get through the rest of botw and kill ganon like seven times and woah :0 who would have guessed---aoc comes rolling along. and the trailers have mipha!

and i love aoc and it just fuels my love for botw even more. so now i've completed all of the shrines and am working through the korok seeds =w=

as for other fandoms i'm in i'm a little active in the dunmeshi fandom, same with pjo and nier but it's really mostly just loz stuff atp because there's no way i'm letting mipha go after sixish years and her changing my brain chemistry ♡

i'd love to be more active in all fandoms but believe it or not i can be pretty shy + don't have much time on my hands ;w;U

my dream is for my original story to get its own fandom once it's up hehe ♡

#asks #lovely anon #♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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sashkapi · 1 month

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I really want to know your head canon about Kick and Kendall as a couple? Plus it's it obvious that Kick will end up with Kendall ,they have kissed like 3 times . Jackie is obsessed with kick in an unhealthy way . Scarlet is a teen , ( kick is a kid) she is in one episode. April is kinda forgotten soo !

Plus don't you think Kendall is pretty attractive as per show standards, like tall , smart , elegance,has a awesome side?

Plus I really loved your fanarts 🌸

Part 2 of me being a mess for Kindall :)

Before that, eh, I honestly don't take the cartoon too seriously in a shipping perspective. If people like Kick x Jackie or Kick x Scarlett - good! It's their business, not mine. (In regards of Kick being a kid and Scarlett being a teen - it is kinda icky as their original ages, but most fanfics I red that include Kick x Scarlett are aged up a bit so it's not that bad. And eh, their age difference is like what, 2-3 years? That difference is nothing when you're adult)

(April?! Didn't she liked Kick in a "Whoa! Cool little guy!! Funny small dude!!! :D" type of way? I don't think that she is interested in him in any romantic way, because... their age difference??) (April is me, she is my self insert now /j)

Also - to me Kendall is a cartoon. They all are. Saying one is prettier than the other is kinda odd to me jdklfkgldg.

(Thamks <3)

OK NOW PART 2 FOR REALSIES

Them as a couple :)

1. They still fight. Pretty often. Now, however, their fights are more like play fights and they usually end with both of them giggling under their noses.

2. Kendall used to be quite jealous in the beginning of their relationship, but soon realized that her only "opponent" on that front is adrenaline. She already accepted that "Yep, I can not compete with that, sorry."

3. (I'm gonna put my "Kendall writes novels in secret" hc everywhere, yes) Kendall quite frequently gives Kick really cool stunt ideas and then asks him to tell her everything in detail. She hasn't told him about her hobby and everytime Kick asks why she has such cool stunt ideas and why she needs extremely detailed retelling afterwards, her reply is always "Y'know... Research..."

(She will tell him someday)

4. They are pretty good team when they are working together but don't leave them alone. They'll distract each other by flirting and get no things done.

5. Their dates are rarely normal. Even a simple walk in a park could end up with them in a middle of shark infested lake. Kick's doing usually. But their dates also rarely end in a disaster because Kendall prepares for almost everything.

Most of her clothes are waterproof for example.

6. Kendall sometimes calls Kick overly cute pet names just to mess with him a bit. She knows he doesn't like it but oh, the feminine urge to frustrate a man. Playfully.

7. The actual pet name Kendall has for Kick is "Tiger". She wanted to call him "kitten" but c'mon, it's too cute. She just made "kitten" more awesome.

Tigers are kittens too so yea

8. Kicks pet name for Kendall? "Fireball". Kinda based on her fiery temper and "Kendall" sounds like "Candle" and candles are lit up with fire.

Fir e ba ll

9. "Clarence" and "Kends" are names they don't like to be called. Unless it's each other.

10. Jackie wasn't fond of the news that Kick and Kendall started dating to say the least. However after some time (and stalking)(Jackie is deranged <3) Jackie absolutely stopped getting between Kick and Kendall. Why?

She started obsessing over Kendall too.

11. Kinda ironic but hand holding is their most frequent way of pda. And the most unconscious one too. They just kinda reach for each other from time to time and it's so casual that you won't notice if you're not paying attention.

12. Communication is their biggest problem because

- Kendall has some social perception issues tm

- Kick is as naturally good in extreme sports as he is clumsy in a topic of relationships

They have an extremely messy fights sometimes but both are stubborn and sometimes see their relationship as a challenge so "We WILL figure it out >:("

They don't realise but their relationship gives them both character development 👍

13. If you mess with Kendall, Kick will pick a fight with you. 25% is because hey, don't mess with his girlfriend. 75% is because "Listen, she WILL ruin your life. You're better off with me knocking you down a peg or two"

14. This hc contradicts canon a bit but I just think it's cute so screw it - Kick doesn’t blush. Well, not really. He does BUT only his ears turn red. And he wears his helmet 24/7

While his family, Gunther, Wade and Kendall have seen Kick without his helmet, only Kendall knows about this.

15. Kick, even before they started dating, realized that "Kendall is boring" is nonsense. He already knew she can match him in acrobatics when she's following his lead but then why this girl knows how to make an actual sharp knife out of potatoes? Why she can sleep through math test and still get a perfect score? Why does she knows the names and layouts of some undocumented and pretty dangerous places in Mellowbrook? How did she reach that point when she can tell an obvious lie to an adult in power and they will believe her no questions asked? Why does she knows how to operate a submarine? Why does she knows the exact names of parts in a motorcycle? (It's normal for him to know but why does SHE KNOWS?) (She reads a lot :) )

Kendall joked that she "expected the unexpected" when they started dating but never realized that it was the same for Kick.

16. Kick taught Kendall to rollerblade. (Yes, Kendall joked that she wanted to know how to do it so she can beat Kick in roller derby "fair and square") Kendall learned pretty quickly but kept pretending that she didn't so she could spend more time with Kick.

He knew btw.

They're cheeky with each other like that :)

Ok, I'll stop here. Trust me, the reason I was putting away this ask because I was deciding which hcs put here and which I wanted to keep to draw later. My draft had like 30 points to it..

#ask #kick buttowski #kick buttowski suburban daredevil #kendall perkins #kindall #kick x kendall #they are silly your honor

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isa-ghost · 2 months

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Hej halloj! Jag tänkte bara säga att jag tycker att AMFMN är väldigt cool! Och att jag ser fram emot att få läsa mer! (Ingen press såklart!) om det är headcanons, eller kapitel, så är det något jag ser fram emot!

Här är lite tankar: (i kronologisk(?) ordning)

Jag gillade verkligen hur målningen i museet förebådar vad som kommer/kan hända med Philza senare i fic-en!

Det känns som att Phil är på väg ner en väldigt ond spiral där han är rädd för att bli det Ender King vill bli, och det är just det som gör att han hamnar där EnderKing vill ha honom. Det är också hur vi ser honom märka av det i slutet av kap1 och början av kap 2.

Hur Etoiles och Fit inte tänker något om hur Phil beter sig annorlunda först, hur han bara trycker bort allt jobbigt framför alla andra. Det speglar verkligen hur cc!Phil har attityden ”haha funny block game!” (och hur q!phil tänker att han måste bära allt själv).

Phil bara zonar ut och som tas över och börjar analysera hur han skulle kunna slå de runtomkring honom - och han kommer inte ens ihåg det! Det bådar ju gott…

När han bränner sig av vattnet!!! Ahhh! Så snyggt gjort! Det drog in mig typ 10000 gånger starkare! Hur han tvingas komma underfund med att han redan påverkas av Ender King, att det inte bara är något som ligger i framtiden! För med de tidigare tecknen har han kunnat intala sig själv att det inte är på riktigt, men det här… väldigt svårt att intala sig själv att det inte händer när det påverkar en fysiskt på det sättet

Frågelåda:

Har du någon liten detalj som du valt att ha med som är din favorit? Eller något som vi läsare inte förstår har betydelse än, men kommer att få det senare?

Hoppas du har det bra! :)

YESSSS YES YES YES YES YOU GET IT !!

Oh absolutely 100%, a few even.

One of my favorites is ALSO a detail readers won't understand until Chapter 5. The chapter titles. You haven't seen it yet, but when Phil is finally possessed, they'll... change. :)

In-story, my favorite detail is probably all the foreshadowing. I've poured so much into these two chapters it's hilarious. I've foreshadowed the possession, future plot points, future character appearances. Some even on accident. And in future chapters, there will be the reverse: tons of callbacks, especially to Chapter 1 & 2!

I'm also having a blast using canon elements to make things more fucked up. In Chapter 3 we're returning to Missa's shark tank where EK first made himself known, and Chapter 4 is dedicated to Eggza PLUS we'll be returning to the Birdhouse Taiga for Reasons. ;) I love taking seemingly harmless parts of canon and twisting them in ways that make everyone want to kick my ass LOL.

Thank you so much for the question and the rambling!! It's my favorite part of writing so far, watching everyone freak out over it and sharing their thoughts. :D

#AMFMN things #qsmp #qsmp philza #q!philza

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bankofjermerica · 2 months

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drew some more lil guys! port jackson shark from before plus a catshark and a hammerhead :D

#vals art #shark #catshark #port jackson shark #hammerhead #art #traditional art #sharkblr #fishblr

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h0ped3lusion · 3 months

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Also random thing but I think it's ridiculously adorable that there's a sonar button for some reason-

Like they're chirping at stuff?! And that's so cute?!

Also off-topic but I absolutely adore the concept of Mermaid AU because the mental image of Edda casually moving on land because Epaulette shark (tm) while Aven just stares is so funny-

Plus... I kind of want to ramble about Aster, my very, VERY silly crack Worldless × Kid Icarus Uprising oc-

Sonar in game is used for interacting with certain things and such, but them just chirping to communicate to another starfolk, as seen with Edda and Aven doing it a few times in cutscenes, is indeed the most adorable thing :D

HAHA— I love how in my head I just see Edda moving a little bit awkwardly and Aven staring at her for a bit before honking randomly is so funny to me—

Ooo please do! I love hearing about people's OCs :)

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jacksgreysays · 1 year

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Sorry for the week late prompt but I've been ill lol and had trouble thinking up a good prompt. Fake Title: Terraforming the Red Planet Post Garden!Shikako & (Mei, Tenzo, Gara, OR dealer's choice) pulling off Anti-Danzo Team Red-style miracles.

Hi damnsmartblueboxes! Hope you're feeling better, and no worries about being a week late, lol. I just appreciate the prompts :D

When you say post Garden… do you mean a post Split!Gardens’verse in which Shikako has landed in her new “forever home” and must make the most of it? Or a post Garden in that this is a Shikako who has made her way back to her original universe somehow?

—

Terraforming the Red Planet

“I have an idea,” says Shikako. Tenzo, perhaps understandably traumatized by those words, whips his head around to look at her, baring the whites of his eyes in alarm.

Honestly, Mei thinks he’s overreacting. Then again, she’s only been a part of this expat coalition for a few days so perhaps she hasn’t been as exposed to Shikako’s worst. After all, the idea that led Shikako to Kiri prevented Mei from being publicly executed for treason and also unearthed a missing Seven Swordsman and a previously thought extinct bloodline.

So far this is working out great for Mei. And, despite the heavy scowl on his face, also for Zabuza: he’s been practically glowing since Shikako chucked those Sand kids at him, the three of them plus Haku circling him like sharks scenting chum. Or, worse, a pod of bored orca spotting an unsuspecting seal.

Suffice to say, Tenzo is probably desperate for conversation with a sane adult.

Tentatively, as if braced for impact, Tenzo asks, “It doesn’t involve kidnapping another Kage’s children does it?”

Before Shikako can respond, the littlest Sand kid—the one with bright red hair that Mei had only ever seen before when she was a child, an envoy from Uzushio—abandons Zabuza to defend her.

“She didn’t kidnap us!” The sand swirling around his ankles in agitated waves would be a little more intimidating if it weren’t for his cherubic face, soft voice, and the teddy bear clutched in his arms.

“That’s still up for debate,” his older sister says, one hand on her hip. The other hand she leaves free, not quite hovering over her war fan, but close enough to draw it quickly if she needs to. Not because she’s threatened, but merely as a trained habit. Mei would be impressed if it weren’t for the fact that she was preparing to kill her own classmates at that age.

“Eh,” shrugs their brother. “She technically didn’t kidnap us,” he says, emphasizing that last word. “We tracked Gaara out to the Dead Wastes. Well, the no-longer-dead not-wastes.”

Zabuza, no doubt feeling abandoned, puts a hand on Haku’s shoulder. Haku pats his hand twice, comfortingly, but his attention is focused on the drama.

“I was listening to the stars,” Gaara says, ��and Moth—um, Shukaku—told me where to go. And he’s not mad all the time.”

“Yeah, Temari,” his brother says with a shit-eating grin, “if anything, that means Gaara kidnapped himself. And we followed. So we also maybe kidnapped ourselves.”

“Shut up, Kankuro,” Temari retorts, but without further argument. Kankuro looks smug until she digs an elbow into his side.

Matter settled without any input on her part, Shikako finally responds to Tenzo’s earlier question. “No kidnapping of any Kage’s children will be necessary.”

For a moment, Tenzo looks relieved, but Mei has her eyes on Shikako and knows its too early to celebrate. Mei sees the way Shikako pauses, considering, and the minute wince that gets quickly smoothed over into a bland and unconvincing expression of innocence.

“We might have to kidnap an entire clan—”

“We?!” Tenzo protests.

“—although would it still be considered kidnapping at that point? It's more like an encouraged migration, maybe. But first we need to clear out some black marketeers. Or at least set up some kind of contract with them.” Shikako continues, unimpeded, listing on her fingers. “And I’ll need to get some soil samples from Sora-ku before we do any major changes. And also brush up on skyscraper architecture.” She turns to the rest of their ragtag team. “None of you are allergic to cats, right?” she asks, as if that were the only reasonable objection to her increasingly alarming plan.

The children shake their heads, absolutely fascinated. Zabuza tries to make eye contact with Tenzo—as if to commiserate or, perhaps, get confirmation that their leader is being serious—but the Leaf nin has pressed his face into his hands out of sheer, psychic agony.

“You’re just like this all the time, aren’t you?” Mei smiles: her post attempted coup life is going to be fun.

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A/N: It’s pretty short and also more about Shikako accidentally collecting badasses of various ages than terraforming, but the implication is there. Basically, Shikako is going to extract the entire Uchiha clan from Konoha to prevent them from being hostages/collateral damage/used against her and she’s going to fix up Sora-ku so that they have a place to live. And I think Sora-ku is their territory anyway?

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