#shes just so cute and round and widdle

[taybatwo2]

Another Magic Mixies Pixling Review!!

This time of Marena and how she compare to similar themed dolls.

So many fins and shades of blues!

Here is a close up of Marena herself. She’s really cute (I have been loving the Pixling dolls). She’s similar to the other dolls in the line, with a ball joint in the head, shoulders, hips and elbow joints, a (very nice) fabric skirt, and a molded on top.

She’s supposed to be a mermaid Pixling, but she gives me more of a water nymph vibe…..yup, that’s just going to be my head canon.

A close up of her face up. Her screening is lightly pixelated, but it’s not distracting like what Mattel uses on their Fashionistas. I love the little scale pattern around her eyes and wish that’s what would have been printed on G3 Lagoona’s forehead. Her ears look to be added on as separate pieces and have a tiny bit of glitter in them.

While her shirt is molded on, it is a very cute mold and “ties” around the back. The extra molded detail, paint, and unique design adds to her cuteness (they could have just had the same top design for all the dolls, but instead they have made separate molds for all the characters….so far). Her skirt is silky (but not the paper-like silk that Disney/Jakks Pacific/Mattel uses), hemmed, with a tule around the bottom (along with the cut, it is is reminiscent of a mermaid tail).

Even the shoes have cute little pear, heart and scale patterns (matching her skirt). More under the cut:

Marena was swarmed by some adorable, big haired aquatic monsters. Marena meet the Mermalades! I always like to compare the Pixlings with Moose’s Zelfs. Their ancestor of sorts.

Marena likes the look of these sea buddies.

Mermalade is a darker blue, and the newer Mermalades actually has more fins than Marena does (I wish she did have some webbing in between her fingers and maybe some fins off of her forearms). Interesting to note, that the fins are more curved than the pointy fins Marena has.

She actually has a much closer color pallet to Sealia or Oceana. But I do not own these little guys…yet.

Huh, something scared them off….I wonder what it-

Well that is startling, but not an usual sight around my house. “Is this how you treat your dolls?!?”

No no no, this Taylee Turtle Enchantimal was going to be a Monster High custom…and that’s as far as I got…

“I can’t see anything!! Hello??”

Don’t worry Taylee, you’re doing great.

Enchantimals are about the same height as Pixlings, but have smaller proportions. They also have opposite joints (well, at least Taylee has knee joints, I don’t believe most Enchantimals have these). You can also see how basic the molded (granted I acetoned some of it away) and fabric pieces are compared to Marena. I mean it’s not really a fair comparison because I think of Marena as more of an aquatic mammal, fish, or amphibian and Taylee is more of a:

Here are Dolce Dolphin and Sedda Seahorse.

Yeaaaaah, the skirts might look a bit more inspired, but none of them have fins sculpted to their legs or arms, and their shirts are still kinda boring. Also wanted to compare her to this unreleased mermaid Novi Star, just because her decorations around her eyes and her large ear fins reminded me of them….and actually the large head, small torso and hands are kinda reminiscent or Marena too, huh….

Okay, Taylee wandered off when I was looking at the other Enchantimals and Nobvi Star concept, soooo, let’s compare Marena with Ebbie Blue, the youngest of G2’s Blue family.

“She’s like a mini me!” She is both less and more detailed than you Marena (I LOVE the scales on the arms and under her pigtails, her little fins on her arms, and how the scales merge into her tail, but she can’t tip her head up and can move her arms out).

Also, she’s got widdle, round fingers that look like they have not finished growing.

Let’s compare you to someone a bit older: Kelpie Blue from G2!

“Look at her sharp toe-nails, and those shoulder spikes! I think she’s more sea monster than nymph.” “Is someone saying something down there? I can’t move my head down to see.”

Well….that’s a little better. Kelpie has really cute and unique scales, fins, and shortened webbing in between her fingers, but her articulation is REALLY poor (she can’t move her head up/down, or move her arms/legs out).

Her ears were also added on later, like Marena’s.

“I wonder if all dolls get stiffer when they grow up?”

“I dunno, I have a torso joint that es magnífica.”

“Are you a sea monster too??”

“Sí! But don’t worry I won’t eat you up, you’re too cute like my Señor Squishy.” “Whoa!!”

“Let me introduce you to more Lagoonas.”

After chasing the speedy G2 around, she finally got to look at her tiny little ear fins while playing with her hair, and Freshwater Lagoona and Saltwater Lagoona both couldn’t get over how cute she was.

“Look at the lil’ kindy!”

“A lil’ sea grub!!”

She’s actually closest (design wise) to both G1 Lagoona’s. A lack of scales, she’s in-between both their colors of blue and she has the added pink accents too.

Side tangent about Lagoona:

Thought I should add a quick summery of my thoughts on my different generation Lagoonas. G1 Lagoona:

pros: All the different material used in her clothing, her face-up, her personality, her addition of a diary, her fully webbed hands (with different colored webbing and see through fins). cons: she has an ill-fitting swimsuit, her fins keep falling off, her thin joints make her pretty delicate, glue head (this one is treated with La’s Totally Awesome cleaner, but I still need to treat Freshwater Lagoona, and de-yellow her head), and the elastic hip joints make her floppy. Her character being ALL about Gil in the series (I really don’t hate his character and I LOVE his G1 design, I just wish there were more to her stories than just him).

G2 Lagoona (I’m still looking for the OG G2 Lagoona, so have the Beast Pet one here):

pros: Her softened face is kinda cute, her sculpted scales around her arm and leg fins, her stronger joints, her fins stay in SO MUCH BETTER. cons: I remember her being a lot more hyper and speedy than G1 and it’s an odd choice to me, her eyes were changed from green to blue, her webbing decreased in size and is no longer another color (and many of her dolls didn’t have this much articulation).

G3 Lagoona (I originally gave her braids to make her have kinky hair, but the braids are kinda growing on me).

pros: torso joint on most of her dolls, see through legs, her fins stay on pretty well, larger ear fins, a really fun personality on the show, her joints are stronger/her doll feels sturdier, I like many of her shoes and themes (jellyfish/tentacles/pearls).

cons: I didn’t like her first couple of releases, her pink (while it reminds me of an axolotl) is a bit too sunburnt looking for me…? Maybe a paler or darker pink. I would have liked it if they would have painted her ears/and had a blue to pink fade on her arms as well…also her dots on her forehead should have either been sculpted scales or drawn scales like Marena. Biggest disappointment: should have hand webbing, a diary, and accessories that have to do with her love of telenovelas!!! I’m still getting used to her being really different than G1 Lagoona and would have really liked it had she been her cousin from the Amazon (because I want to see them interact with each other SO BAD).

Anyways, Tangent over:

My last take aways is: MARENA HAS THE BEST HAIR FIBER OUT OF ALL OF THEM!!

okay, now the review is over.

#monster high #monster high doll #aleta’s toys #doll collecting #monster high dolls #dollbr #doll collector #toy collecting #doll review #magic mixies #magic mixies pixlings #Marena #lagoona

[kana-muchi-midori]

How would the 2016 freaks handle it if they ever got pregnant, including 2016 non-fat Mr arashi?

Okay so I don’t remember much about the 2016 version since I hated it sm I couldn’t even finish it, so bare with me.

Middy would be very unhappy if the father was Muchi’s but I think her reaction would depend if it was Masa’s, if it was pre-fame I think she wouldn’t be happy either because the pregnancy and motherhood would get in the way of her career path to an actress, and she would get bullied by Kanabun and the other freaks. If it was post-fame I feel like she’d be happy, but overall I think she would love her kid nonetheless. I mean I hope she would. Not sure what kind of parent she would be once she becomes a total narcissist in this version.

Muchi’s preggernancy would be absolute karma for how he treated Midori and his fugly ass yee yee sneakers >:D

Beni would be so fucking annoying when she’s pregnant omg. Like you think she couldn’t get anymore annoying but she just did. Crying on the floor like some sort of fucking toddler screaming about how her life is over when she literally could’ve gotten a fucking abortion or have Akaza punch her belly 🙃 she’d be a stereotypical pickle hysteric pregnant woman.

I think Akaza and Kanabun’s pregnancy would be the same as it is in the anime AU.

Masa’s would be too but he’d be very cute pregnant unlike the fugly anime version. Imagine him all cute and round with his widdle sad wet puppy dog eyes 🥺

Mr. Arashi would be sobbing cuz he fat like his anime component LMAO

#shoujo tsubaki #maintagging like the brave idiot I am

[1eos]

I remember both the video sound and small dick theory circulating another time after but the times are blurred together but I’m definitely sure it was her who started it because she’s one of the most followed and the whole cute is her mo, it all also linked back to her. There was also the [redacted] with Hyuk sound going round I’m sure they mention it to be either of them with leo too, maybe another one too so three in total. There were some of her close mutuals like her but they disappeared or changed accounts so I’m not sure cause I haven’t come across them. But yeah I’ve know about her weirdness for a long timeee and I’m so glad others are seeing it more. I wish ppl would stop treating her as the number deserving 1 fan of him. If I remember anything else I’ll tell you about it or if you want to know anything I’ll tell you ~ 🔮

its so fucked up that leo has served so much pussy so much cunt so many horderves for 10 years just for ppl to think his most deserving stannie is some white bitch trying to spin east asian stereotypes into cute widdle headcanons. like i dont think the star of chained up should have to suffer so just bc he actually gets his pants tailored and doesnt have 68 inches of excess fabric flopping around at the front 😭😭😭😭😭 these kpoppies cannot be getting laid cuz what they think is bulge is quite literally just ill-fitting pants.

but i believe you when you say that's her bc i CLEARLY remember that popping up and having beef with that crowd who entertained it but i wasnt on twitter then so i couldnt peep the source 🤨 i cannot wait for her to get blacklisted from fansigns.......her tweets crying abt it will be delicious <3

#its always the worst ppl who wont deactivate

[nevermore117]

decided to pick up sekiro again, here's my thoughts

edit: adding a readmore

I previously played when the game first released, and got almost 3 hours in before quitting out of immense frustration. I'd reached the chained ogre and was stuck throwing myself at it bc the game doesn't give you hints on what else you can do. I eventually looked it up and got into the flashback sequence, but quit a couple minutes in bc I was still getting bodied and I was sick of the game.

at that time, I didn't understand the combat system as I feel it's pretty unintuitive. I understand a lot better what I'm doing this go round, I can actually make an attempt at dueling enemies the way it wants me to. I have to get over my soulsborne instinct of "hit them first to knock them out of their attack animation" though, I just keep doing it naturally but it's a 50/50 whether it works and when I have peanuts for hp that's just not a worthwhile gamble.

anyways, I've gotten a bit further than my first attempt, at least into the uh. the flashback scene. I can't remember the clan's name. Wound up thoroughly stuck at juzou the drunkard though, that fight was actually fucking awful. What the hell was I supposed to do there?? Eight mobs surrounding a massive fuck-off asshole who took half my hp in a single swing, with two heals that only give half each. Fuck off. I just stealthed, backstabbed his mobs, then ran away till they stopped chasing me, rinse and repeat till he was alone and I could backstab him too. Not fun and didn't feel good. Looking it up showed everyone else apparently did the same thing and that made me feel both better and worse.

Got to the butterfly lady or w/e, only spent two tries at her bc juzou took me like an hour on his own, but oh my god she's so much easier already. I feel like I can actually fight her. Still struggling with the chained ogre but he's doable.

Thoughts are: actually having the combat mechanics explained and getting how the whole Point of the combat is parrying makes it much better. I don't like how it seems to encourage stealth yet allows you to miss key items. I don't like how little hp you have, and I hate hate HATE being punished for dying.

The gameplay loop is ENTIRELY about dying and coming back to try again, you're expected to get bodied. So why the fuck am I first given a cute widdle boon that makes death less punishing when I'm struggling, then turned around and slapped with dragonrot AND making that boon rarer? I'm STRUGGLING, don't fucking make it harder! I had the same problem with ds2, it's immensely offputting.

I'm gonna give it some more time because I enjoy the grappling hook movement and combat feels good sometimes, but it's just... I'm much more interested in the story and environment than the actual gameplay, and that's disappointing. But hey, I felt the same with ds2, and I ended up liking that one in the end I guess.

at the chained ogre and butterfly lady, currently feeling 3/5 on the game. Whatever my feelings end up being, I at least intend on finishing it!

#furry.txt #sekiro #I know people love it so I just. I want to play. I've NEVER been good at parrying though #so many enemies have a weird hesitation to their attacks #ESPECIALLY big guys #same issue as why people struggled with margit eldenring

[clottedscream]

immediately after he does this a giant glop of dough falls in his hair

#epithet erased #giovanni potage #molly blyndeff #ee #jelloapocalypse #dairydraws #kitchen aesthetic #retro aesthetic #scene fashion #more of sceneovanni from yours truly #the composition is so weird and off because I almost put a speech bubble in #it was gonna b giovanni saying something along the lines of ‘I’m the boss so I get to lick the beater’ #but i realized that information was already implied by their body language so I nixed it #anyways I love drawing molly I don’t know why I never post any art of her #shes just so cute and round and widdle #if you tag this as ship I’ll kill you.

[femboysai]

TINY HEARTS

✶ [bakugou katsuki] final part ✶

❀ katsuki gets hit with a quirk that ages him back into a child, and he takes a strange liking to you.

❀ no warnings, sfw, fluff    >part [1]        >part [2]

[3]

you’re only in the bathroom for minutes when you hear pops that sound like miniature explosions followed by cries that most definitely come from the child-katsuki. you dry your hands quickly and rush into the living room— praying to every god that katsuki hasn’t finally snapped and decided to murder kirishima—

it’s mina and kaminari, kaminari being the one chased up and down the living room by an exceptionally pissed-off katsuki. his little hands are clawed, his quirk like mini bursts from his palms. mina is in stitches and kirishima is nervously watching katsuki’s quirk come dangerously close to everything remotely flammable in his apartment. 

“what’s going on?” 

mina exclaims your name and near tackles you into a hug. there are tears in her eyes where she has been crying with laughter. “blasty’s tryna kill denki for calling him chibi, i-i’m gonna die!” she’s explaining to you through her hiccups, holding her stomach, and in her hand is her phone where she captured half of the transition. no doubt for potential blackmail material.

“katsuki,” you say. the kid— he halts almost instantly to look at you and then jogs across the room to clutch at your pants. you crouch, inspecting his palms in concern that his quirk might’ve burnt him, but he’s fine. 

so you pick him up, hoisting him onto your hip. “denki, don’t antagonise him. he’s a kid right now.”

kaminari is ear-to-ear with a shit-eating grin, absolutely amused and unphased by the death glare he’s receiving from katsuki. “what are you— his mother now?”

it’s katsuki that scoffs. “shut up. katsuki’ll blow your face up.” 

“that’s not very nice to say, katsuki,” you scold. he shuts up instantly and turns his head away as if he didn’t do anything wrong. if you think you can coax an apology out of him, you’re wrong. he instead clings to your neck, ignoring the new company.

mina and kaminari are going ballistic at kirishima’s explanation to them. had the roles been reversed, you might have been cackling along with them. the situation is ridiculous, you’re not even sure how katsuki himself will react once he’s back to normal. 

“you’re not my mother,” the kid ends up saying as you carry him over to the couch. you sit, and he’s still stuck to you like a koala. 

“i know,” you say.

he’s quiet while you converse with your friends, trying your best not to take notice of the hysterical glances they make at katsuki’s back. he’s been pondering this whole time and then leans back to look at you. you stop short in your sentence, gaze flickering back to his round chubby face. 

he takes your face in his two little nitroglycerin smelling hands, “my bride.” you burst into giggles, unable to hold them back. 

“sure, katsuki.” 

and the laughter roars once again. kirishima has given mina and kaminari the run-down on it all, it was unavoidable— and there’s no telling how much longer this might last. the quirk effects are the last thing they care about, they’re howling at katsuki’s unbelievable crush on you. 

“it’s like when kids have crushes on their babysitter,” mina laughs. 

“he’ll kill us when he goes back to normal,” kaminari adds, keeled over in tears. 

katsuki takes no notice of what they’re saying, going back to resting his cheek on your shoulder. much like his adult self, he pays no mind to his spitfire friends. and you don’t want to hurt his feelings, even if there’s a possibility he won’t remember anything of this when the quirk undoes itself, but you bite your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. 

“oh, he’s going to kill you when he gets back to normal.” 

you’re laughing too, they all say with their eyes.

your day-off flies by so quick that it surprises you when you check the time and it’s the evening already. you cook up your last meal for dinner and put on another movie to lull katsuki into somewhat of a sleepy state. 

this time, he nods off quicker than the day before— halfway through the movie. kirishima is a lot less depressed after having his friends visit, and you carefully lift katsuki to carry him to bed in the spare room. 

“if he’s still like this tomorrow, i’ll stop in after work,” you whisper to kirishima.

the red-head nods and stifles a yawn. “you can stay over again if you like. it’s getting late, i don’t want you to walk home in the dark.” 

it’s with these words that katsuki stirs— his face crinkling, squirming in your arms as he regains consciousness. “you’re leaving?” his arms tighten around your neck, “don’t go. stay.” 

“i’ll stay until you fall asleep again,” you promise. 

“…wanna live with you.” his sleepy words in such a cute voice almost make you want to stay, however you know you can’t. 

you carry him the room he’s staying in, and he’s reluctant to release his grip on you. you sit on the floor beside his bed and lay the side of your face on the mattress. if you put off going home for much longer, you might pass out right then and there. 

his little hand clutches your index finger in death grip, as if you might just disappear should he let go. 

“night, katsuki. get big soon,” you yawn.

“sleep next to katsuki,” he murmurs, half asleep. 

“shh.” 

::

kirishima calls you the next day in the afternoon to let you know that the quirk has worn off. katsuki apparently doesn’t remember anything while he was under the quirk’s influence and he’s in mint condition with no side-effects. you’re relieved to hear that and silently bid your farewells to the cute kid katsuki in your mind.

the rest of your week passes without any further incident from katsuki’s end, and you catch him on the news a few times. it isn’t until mina invites you to a little drinks event she’s so kindly hosting that you see katsuki again— remnants of the adorable child version of himself hinting at the corners of his slanted eyes and in the grimace he aims at kaminari. his little rewind quirk incident doesn’t get brought up, and you choose to let it go, greeting everyone normally.

kirishima no longer harbours tormented feelings towards katsuki’s child counterpart, and the latter barely acknowledges you when you say hello. he merely tips his head at you but doesn’t once glance at you, lip curled in a scowl. there’s the katsuki you know.

as the night progresses, his silence laments your suspicions of him acting strange. he doesn’t attempt to bite your head off at things you say or give in to your teasing comments— only grunting responses, swallowing small mouthfuls of beer until his ears are flushed and red from the alcohol.

“careful, hero.” the quip remark comes out when he nearly stumbles from his seat and his vermillion eyes snap to you. “ah, so now you finally look at me. are you drunk?”

“m’not drunk,” he grumbles. that’s probably the longest sentence you’ve heard him say all night.

“now that’s no way to speak to your bride,” you joke. it slips out before you can stop yourself and you press your lips together quickly, hoping he hadn’t heard. of course— you feel silly, he won’t remember what you’re talking about. it’ll sound so weird out of context.

you sneak a glance at him for his reaction, and you’re surprised to see the embarrassed tilt of his expression— eyes downturned like he can’t even bare to look at you, face pink, lips wobbling. “shut up,” he mumbles.

your eyes widen in realisation as you whisper-yell— “wait. you remember? oh my god, you do remember!”

one hand envelopes his face as he heaves a sigh, completely crippled with humiliation. “please be quiet,” he groans. 

but you won’t. be quiet, that is. “widdle katsuki had a crush on—!” his palm covers your mouth, sentencing falling short. the familiar nitroglycerin smell overwhelms your senses as you stare back at him with round eyes.

his expression this time is torn between emotions, eyes quickly blinking as he refuses to meet your gaze. he sighs, slowly bringing his hand away from your face as he admits, “the last way i wanted you to find out that i like you was like that.”

you blink at him. then it dawns on you. “...wait, what?”

fin

>part [1]        >part [2]

#final part #EHEHEHEHEHEH #do you know how good it feels to get this off my chest #i've been thinking about this whole thing daily #rent free on mind daily #all i want for christmas is bakugou xo #bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #.katsuki #.denahi writes

[shhhh-im-secret]

Oh to be the widdle sister of yandere Lev & Alisa Haiba! Just equally adored by the two of them, because you’re so cute, and just how are you so tiny?? Lev’s 6’5 and Alisa is 5’10 but you’re so much smaller then the two of em, of course you can’t go out alone! Who will protect you, who will carry your bags when you get tired, you know you have no stamina, they insist on doing everything for you. And I mean everything~ widdle sis can’t possibly get herself off, she need her Nee-Chan to eat her cute cunny till she’s crying, then sits back and pets your hair, telling you how good you are, how much she loves you and softly rubbing your clit as Lev splits you apart with his huge cock, moaning out how good you feel around him, how excited he’ll be if you got pregnant, Alisa agrees wholeheartedly, if you’re all round with a baby, you’d never be able to leave their side, not like you ever would in the first place. You’re their princess, no one can love you like your Nii-Chan and Nee-Chan can.

#I’m 5’ exactly so they big #haikyuu smut #lev smut #alisa smut #tw:incest #tw:breeding

[tzuyuscloud]

Scenario: Mina asking you advice on how to talk to Chaeyoung

You and Mina were in her room playing Splatoon 2 together, which you've been doing for half the day now, but halfway through the round you saw Mina's performance was getting lazy. You looked over at the quiet girl and could tell she was in deep thought. "Minari? Whatcha thinkin' about?" You asked out of curiosity and worry. She just let out a sigh as you watched the opposite team win the game again, and turned the console off.

Taking her headpiece off, Mina faced towards you and started fiddling with her fingers, "I just...I wanna ask Chaeyoung on a date but I don't know how to" She murmured. "Awww, widdle Mina is shyyy" You wiggled your eyebrows and bounced your shoulders making the other girl's cheeks turn a slight pink shade from embarassment.

"ok so first thing, she doesn't like chocolate as you already know, so don't bring chocolate into anything the two of you do" You said and Mina took out a notepad scribbling down notes. "Second, you have to be confident when asking her, yes she adores when your shy but you have to be the leader today alright. So you have to walk up to her and be like "Hey Chae, I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date with me?" You demistrated. "And last, you don't have to do much because I know she likes you just as much as you like her and she'd do anything for you" You patted her shoulder, she smiled up and at you and stood up feeling confident.

"I can do this!" She jumped up being all cute. She went to her mirror forgetting her bedroom door was open before practicing, "Hi Chae, I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me this weekend? We could go pick strawberries at a strawberry farm?" Mina added, you looked up seeing Chaeyoung standing at the door with the word 'awe' plastered on her forehead, the girl's smile was as wide as the joker's as she watched her lover practice what she would say to her.

"I'd love to go on a date with you" Mina turned around, face flustered n' all as she watched Chaeyoung stand at her door. "I-I....um" Mina stuttered in shock. "You're cute" Chae complimented before placing a kiss on her cheek and leaving.

#mina fluff #mina twice #myoui mina #michaeng #chaeyoung #twice chaeyoung #twice fluff #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #twice scenarios

[ceciliavonwrites]

The Advent of Clown Mom

Everything was burning around him. Shadow's chest heaved with the effort it took to breathe through the smoke stinging his eyes.

Shadow gripped his bleeding arm, limping forwards. He looked around for a way through the burning wreckage. No idea where Ivy was. Or if all the attackers were taken care of. He'd taken several out, but he was not bullet-proof.

The room was getting hotter and hotter. All around him were flames...and, to his right, one of the hot glass walls, the cool night sky visible outside.

He dropped down to spin, his hurt leg slowing him down a little. Getting out will hurt, but staying is a death sentence. He launched himself at the glass.

His spindash hit and ground away at the glass wall, the friction burning him. His skin got hotter and hotter but he refused to stop. It was him or the wall.

The wall broke first.

Shadow shot outside in a shower of glass shards. He bounced across the ground outside, unspinning and rag-dolling through the air. He came to a stop, and allowed himself to stay there on the concrete, gulping in fresh, clean, beautiful smoke-free air. 

"Ha..." He made it! He had won. Hurt, yes, alone, yes, but not dead.

A ringing shout. Oh no. That was not Ivy. Shadow hurried to get up. The silhouette of something small and round was thrown into the flames.

The explosion threw white hot shrapnel in all directions. Something came his way, Shadow's head exploded in pain, and everything went black.

Shadow woke up. Slowly, sense returned to his body and his mind.

He was somewhere unfamiliar. He lay inside on a carpet floor, his immediate surroundings cluttered and dimly lit. Behind him was a wall. For some vague reason, he liked that something solid was behind him.

He was so tired. His body ached with exhaustion.

Shadow tried to move anyways and immediately winced in pain; moving made an invisible hammer bang on his skull.

He tried to think. What should he do now? He was indoors. Sheltered. But he didn't bring himself here. He might not be safe. As much as his body wanted him to, then, he shouldn't go back to sleep.

"Oh, hey!" A woman's voice. "You're awake!"

Shadow looked up, startled; somehow he hadn't heard her coming.

The first thing that jumped at him was that the skin of this human leaning over him was pure white. She wore black with red on one side, and red with black on the other. Her eyes had blue and red around them, matching the tips of her blond hair.

She got down on her knees in front of him, grinning from ear to ear. "HI~!" 

Shadow winced and lay his ears back. Too loud.

"I'm Harley Quinn! I found ya near where Ivy's greenhouse useta be!" Her voice was unerringly cheerful. "After the firefighters hosed everything off, I mean. I'm glad she got away from whatever maniacs did that. Even if she lost a buncha her plants...she loves 'em a lot. But when I texted she said she's unhurt and gonna get some tasty payback, so that's good!"

Shadow stared at her blankly. The woman's announced name went in one ear and out the other, displaced by all the other strange information. Tasty what? And he was...next to a green house? What did that matter? Who was Ivy?

"Do you know Ivy?" She asked. "Actually, better question, what happened to ya? How’d you get all torn up and burnt, lil guy?"

She doesn't know? She doesn't know. This loud woman just found him somewhere and doesn't know anything useful. Great.

Shadow didn't reply, lowering his gaze. How is he going to find someone who knows what happened to him? He needs to, as soon as he can. Somehow he feels like he's forgotten something important.

"Hm..." She cocked her head. "Not too talkative, are ya? Oh," she said in a quieter, thoughtful voice, "if you're an alien, then maybe you don't know English. Or you can't speak at all." She cheered up again. "That's okay! I know people like that. At least, I'm pretty sure I do. At least one."

Shadow made an irritated noise through his nose. Okay, wherever he was and whoever this loud woman was, he wasn't cooperating any further. She's not saying anything useful and her way-too-loud voice slammed on his skull.

"Awwww, what a cute little noise! Are you mad?" She cooed at him like he were an unruly kitten. "You're in pain, so you're mad? I know, widdle guy. I'm sowwy."

Absolutely not putting up with this. Shadow tried to push himself up.

His head screamed at him and spots filled his eyesight. "Ack...!" He struggled to stay up on his hands and knees. His trembling limbs refused to move any further.

"Hey! No no no, down!" The loud woman pushed him down with a strength she didn't look like she had. He was forced to lie down onto his side. "Lay still, lil guy. You're hurt pretty bad, ya know!"

It was then that he noticed his limbs were clumsily bandaged up. When he breathed, it pushed out against another binding around his torso. They were stained heavily with his own green blood. His injuries ached, but not too much more then the rest of his body.

Why? How was he injured? He tried to remember, and...couldn't. There was nothing in his mind where he reached.

"Awww, even though you're mad you're so cute!" The loud woman reached for him and patted his head.

She may as well have hit him with a hammer. Shadow recoiled with a cry of pain, smacking her hand away and clutching his bandaged head. The woman said something, but the thudding in his ears drowned her out.

He curled up, breathing harshly, trying to force the pain away. The pounding of his head was agonizing. He bit down, waiting for it to stop.

Something cold came to rest on his head. It felt like ice, but didn't melt. It slowed the pounding a little.

Shadow opened one eye, uncurling enough to see. The headache was still there, but no longer screaming at him. "Mm?"

The loud woman was smiling hopefully. "Sorry 'bout that. S'at better?"

Was it? The cold was...uncomfortable. It was starting to numb his skin. But right now numb was preferable.

He shifted the arm that was under him, and reached to adjust the cold thing on top of his head. It helped. Just a little. "Hm."

"Oh yay!" The loud woman cheered. "I mean--" She clapped her hands over her mouth, and repeated it again but in a whisper this time. "Oh yay."

Did she finally figure out, with how much pain his head was in, that shouting might be a bad idea? "Hmph."

"Don't worry, lil alien," the woman chirped, trying and sorta failing to stay quiet. "You just stay here so you can rest and get all better. Auntie Harley's gonna take real good care of you!"

No way. As soon as he's able to stand, he's getting the hell out of here and away from her. All he has to do is bide his time.

#batman villain moms au #canon #shadow #Harley Quinn #you know that sneezy noise hedgehogs make when they're mad? yeah

[daosfanficcharacters]

cat person and dog person meet at petco and their pets won’t stop hissing and growling at each other au with a ship of ur choice

Cross-posted to AO3!

The ship is Jasvando, of course. That's probably what I'm known for at this point.

"Shhh, shhh, do not fret." Jasper holds Baron close and gives him a kiss on the forehead. "We are here to get you a birthday present, remember? It is your first birthday."

Baron writhes in Jasper's grasp, obviously scared of the storm raging outside the car. It hadn't been this way when Jasper started driving to the pet store. In fact, it had been a perfectly sunny day before the weather abruptly soured, creating a thunderstorm so bad that even the strongest animals would have trouble coping. Jasper retrieves Baron's harness/leash combo from the cat carrier and holds it near Baron.

"Baron. Baron. Hold still."

When Baron refuses to follow Jasper's orders, Jasper sighs and wrestles the harness onto poor Baron. Once the harness is secure, Jasper holds Baron tight before opening the door and dashing to the pet store as fast as he can. Baron chirps as loud as his tiny lungs can, digging his claws into Jasper. Jasper rips open the door and gets inside, making sure it's fully clothed before quickly wiping water droplets off Baron and setting him down on the floor.

"That was not so bad, was it?" Jasper pets Baron before firmly grasping his leash and walking to the cat section, passing a black-haired woman with a small, leashed poodle. Baron starts to rear back and hiss at the dog. "Baron! Be nice!" Jasper scolds.

The woman spares a glance Jasper's way as she sips her iced tea. She has a pleasant face, Jasper notes. Jasper continues on his way, keeping an eye on his tense cat. Baron's fur stands on edge as he stays so close to Jasper that Jasper risks kicking or tripping over him. After a near-miss, Jasper just picks Baron back up and holds him like a baby.

Jasper turns and steps into the aisle full of cat toys. Baron can't help but look at all the pretty, colorful toys on display. And Jasper can't help but smile at Baron. Jasper sets Baron down so that he can investigate the toys.

"Pick any toy you want. It is your special day, after all." Jasper watches as Baron sniffs the toys one by one. Jasper bends down to gently rub at Baron's fur to help him stay calm.

Baron takes his time deciding what toy he wants. In the meantime, Jasper checks his phone. There's not much in terms of notifications. Just a spam text, a notification from a game Jasper stopped playing a little over a month ago, and an email from his boss. Jasper ignores them all in favor of the weather forecast, only to groan. It claims that his location is perfectly sunny, without a single cloud in the sky.

"Meterologists need to learn the function of windows…" Jasper grumbles.

Thunder strikes the building with a deafening crash, making Jasper nearly drop his phone. The lights flicker before returning to normal.

"Goddess!" Jasper shouts, clutching his free hand to his heart. He pants as he waits for his heartrate to calm down.

A shout followed by a cat's yowling and a dog's barking rings through the mostly empty store. Jasper rolls his eyes.

"Ugh. Some animals must have gotten out again…" Jasper sighs. He shoots a glance to Baron, only to find a harness without a cat. "Wait a minute!"

Jasper quickly stands, scanning the aisle for Baron. Growls and barks emit from outside the aisle. Jasper doesn't waste a second running to the angry animals. Please don't let Baron be involved. Please.

Jasper rounds a corner. The woman from earlier is shrieking in Valorian, with none other than Baron clinging to her with his claws alone as he and the poodle threaten one another with their voices.

"Baron!" Jasper reaches for Baron and pries him off, Baron resisting the whole time. Once he's forced Baron away from the woman, he clutches Baron close, ignoring Baron's sharp claws as they rip into him. "Shhhhh. The dog is not going to hurt you. I am here."

"Atole!" The woman half-shouts to her dog. "Quiet!"

Surprisingly, the poodle stops barking.

"Sit."

The poodle sits down.

Both humans let out a sigh of relief. The woman glances down at her shirt, soaked down the front, and grimaces. Jasper sees the remains of her drink lying at her feet.

"My deepest apologies." Jasper gives a mini-bow. "My cat, Baron, got scared of the thunder, broke out of his harness, and bolted."

"Oh, honey…" The woman frowns. "I'm so sorry about my doggie. He gets really protective of me."

"What happened?"

"I don't know. One minute, I was looking for some cute new clothes for my little Atole-" The woman bends down to pet the poodle. "The next, your cat came out of nowhere and scared the living daylight out of us."

Jasper sighs. "You little brat…" Jasper scritches Baron's neck. "Naughty cat. And on your birthday, too."

"Noooo! Baron's a good widdle kitty! He just got a little scared!"

Jasper laughs at that. "Do not fret, it is mere affection."

"Baron's just a baby!" The woman looks legitimately distressed at Jasper's words.

Jasper chuckles and smooths out Baron's fur. "Baron is a grown man, now. He can handle it."

"All animals are babies!" The woman picks Atole up. "Just look at little Atole's itty bitty baby face!"

Atole starts barking now that he is at eye level with Baron.

"Atole! No!" The woman frowns at Atole, and Atole stops. She starts bringing Atole to her chest, but apparently thinks better of it and puts Atole down.

"…What is your name?" Jasper asks.

"Right now, it's Sylvia." Sylvia replies. "As soon as I become a boy again, it will be Sylvando."

Jasper glances at the drink and carefully picks the cup up. "After I finish shopping for my cat, may I get you a new drink to replace the one Baron ruined?"

"Of course." Sylvia smiles as she tucks her hair behind her ear. "There's a pet-friendly cafe nearby. Do you want to go there?"

"I do not see why not. Perhaps I could get a birthday cake for Baron." Jasper looks down at Baron, who seems to have calmed down. "After the rain passes, of course. Baron does not like the rain."

"Then it's a date!" Sylvia declares with a wide grin.

Jasper sputters and blushes. "It- it is not-!"

It's Sylvia's turn to laugh. "Darling, has anyone told you that you're adorable when you blush?"

Jasper groans and hides his face in Baron's fur. "Sir Baron Ratonero the First, this is all your fault."

Sylvia pulls some tissues from her purse and wipes up the spill before throwing the wet tissues away. "Come now, darling. Is a trip to a cafe with your new friend all that bad?"

"…I suppose not." Jasper sighs in defeat.

"Or should I say… your new girlfriend?" Sylvia leans forward and winks.

Jasper nearly dies on the spot.

#dragon quest 11 #sylv #jasper #jasvando #dragon quest #dq11 #dqxi #writing #ask #prompt

[thebrownssociety]

Adopting Sylvester

"Oh Tweety." The small canary looked up upon hearing Granny's voice. The old lady was sat in her rocking chair, looking out across the neighbourhood. "I do like this neighbourhood, but it is a bit boring, isn't it?" The bird nodded as he swung back and forth lazily. Granny sighed and leaned back in her chair. "We need to do something to liven things up a bit." She said, thoughtfully. It was the above conversation that lead to Tweety and Granny being at the local cat and dogs adoption centre. "I'm looking for another pet." Granny explained to the young man [Who was called Barry] behind the counter. "One that would play nicely with my little tweety-bird." The man looked at the small canary, sitting sweetly in its portable birdcage and said, brightly. "Oh, of course. We have a variety of dogs that should be right up your street, if you'll just follow me…" As Granny started to set off, Tweety unhooked the latch to the cage and surreptitiously flew off. "Now to find a play-pal." He said, out-loud, his eyes darting round the room. After a couple of seconds looking he saw a sign that said 'Cats' and grinned. "Ooh. I wonder what's down here." Before flying off. It was like flicking on a switch. The instance Tweety flew down the row of cages the cats promptly turned wild, leaping at the bars and flinging their paws through in a desperate attempt to catch him. Tweety got as close as he dared to the paws, examining each of the cats. "No….no…no…oh my!" He said, in alarm as one cats claws got to close for comfort. He clutched his chest. "Oh, my poor widdle heart." He said, clutching his chest dramatically. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea… xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Granny had been in the process of looking at a cute little pug when she heard the chaos. In all fairness, it would have been amazing if she hadn't, it was that loud.Barry looked faintly disturbed before trilling. "Just one minute, Granny." Before shooting off down the corridor. Granny looked at the reader before shrugging and following the man. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Tweety meanwhile had seen one cat that caught his eye. This one was a black and white cat who was glaring at him from inside his cage. Two reasons why this one had caught his eye, one – he was on his own. Two – he wasn't leaping at him like some demonic being, instead being seemingly content with just glaring at him. The yellow canary flew closer. "Hewwo, Puddy."The cat's eyebrow twitched, but he didn't speak, just intensified his glare."Can you talk?" Tweety asked, hovering just outside the bars. The cat's mouth twisted into a smirk and he growled. "Yesh I can! And I can do THIS!" He said triumphantly grabbing the canary in his paws and grinning wildly at him. "TWEETY!" The cat was thrown off by a bellow from an older women. The momentary confusion was all Tweety needed and he quickly bit down on the cat's finger, who let out a yowl and let go of his prey. Tweety flew out the cage and found his way to Granny, perching on her shoulder and tweeting happily. Barry, who had been watching all this in disbelief, shook himself out of it and stormed over to the cage with the black and white cat in it. "Bad kitty!" He said, pointing at the cat, who hissed in response and backed into a corner. "We don't eat guests!" Granny was intrigued. "What's his name?" She asked, interrupting the kennel owner's tirade. "This one? This one's called Sylvester. His old owner died and so he was donated here because the family couldn't look after him. They had a bird you see. Much like you do, so I think we'll just go back to the dogs-" "Oh no." Granny brushed him off. "I want a look at him. Out the way, young man!" Elbowing Barry aside, she knelt down to get a better look at the cat. He was still fairly young, she could tell, but not a kitten. He was looking at her warily, but she noticed how his eyes kept switching to Tweety. He was clearly intrigued by her little Tweety-Bird. "I have two questions. Firstly, how old is he?" "About 18 months, we think. But to be honest we're not sure. I think the family where fairly estranged from each other." "Okay. And what's he like with birds?" Barry considered this and shrugged. "No idea, miss." Hearing that Tweety decided to give him an idea and flew into the cage. Once again it was like flicking on a switch and Sylvester leapt at him before chasing him all over the cage, swiping his paws and threatening to eat him, all while Barry was outside, thumbing through the keys on his belt, gabbling to Granny. "I'm so sorry! He's not usually like this…one minute….one minute….one minute-" THWACK! Sylvester ran into the wall. Tweety hovered round his head, making sure he was okay. The cat shook it off in about five seconds and lunged for him again. "-Got it!" Barry said, triumphantly waving a key in the air. "Bear with, bear with…got it!" He said, flinging the cage open with such force it was nearly taken off its hinges. Tweety flew out and Sylvester followed, hissing in annoyance as Barry grabbed him round his middle and held him tightly. "Bad kitty! I'm so sorry, Miss-" "-Oh don't be. He's just a big pussy-cat, isn't he?" Granny said, much to the man's bemusement. She paused and then asked. "Has his nose always been that couler?" "Erm…" Barry looked down at Sylvester's giant cherry-red nose and nodded. "Yes. Yes it has." Granny hummed in response and looked at the cat, who blinked back at her, still fairly wary. She reached out a hand and gently stroked the top of his head. He let out a satisfied purr and nuzzled her hand affectionately. Granny actually felt her heart melting. Tweety looked at the reader. "Somehow I think this is the one." He said, grinning widely. Sure enough... "I'll take him." Barry gulped. "Are you sure? You do have a bird-" "-Oh, Tweety can look after himself. I'll take him." "Okay. I should tell you, he has some issues with food. By that I mean he's pretty much always hungry. The old women he was with was dead a few days before she was found so…yeah…he was quite thin…and hungry when he was found by the family-" "I can feed him." Granny said, sounding a trifle annoyed. "Now can you stop making excuses and let me sign the adoption papers?" xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Two weeks later Sylvester was delivered to Granny's house. As soon as she opened the door the cat broke free from Barry's grip and ran inside. "Aha!" He said, seeing Tweety swinging harmlessly on his swing. "Bird!" "Here we go again." The canary said, grinning as the cat lunged at him. "Are you sure you're alright with all this?" Barry asked, hearing the chaos. "Oh we'll be fine." Granny said, airily. "Now ta-ta." She waved him off and shut the door. She turned round and sighed happily as she saw her living room was partly-destroyed. Peace at last.

#the looney tunes show #fanfiction #looney tunes #looney tunes fanfiction #sylvester #tweety #granny

[thehomierobbstark]

Waffles

Part 1.5 Part 2

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: @yung-glvdn-goddess

A/N: Ok, y’all, we slowing it down a little bit with this fic. This only gonna be two parts though, so the good stuff is comin. It just didn’t feel right putting it in the same chapter. 

Super special shoutout to @cawifornia for all the laughs in helping me out with this! We had too much fun XD.

Warnings: Mad fluff, tiny bit of Daddy kink, pero no smut (yet). Visuals are included.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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“No! Bring that back! Waffles!”

You chase your puppy across the room as she takes off with your shoe, tail wagging enthusiastically behind her. You were so entranced with her adorable floppy ears you didn’t even see the tiny devil swipe your heel from under the bed.

You and Erik had just adopted her a month ago, and you were still getting into the swing of training her. You knew it would take a while before she was able to grasp commands like ‘sit’ and ‘down’, but you’re pretty sure she should’ve started to grasp ‘no’ by now. Especially since that’s all you ever seemed to be saying lately.

“Waffles! NO don’t chew that one! That’s mommy’s favorite!!!” You screech as you run after her, her chubby little legs clumsily buckling under her as she tries to round the corner. You scoop her up before she can make a run for it towards the living room, and weasel your blue suede platform out of her mouth.

“If daddy see’s you chewing on this he’s gonna kill us both!” you admonish into her ear, and she turns to nip you on the nose before sloppily licking your face, making you giggle.

Seeing as blue was your favorite color, Erik always went above and beyond in providing you with amazing gifts in the shade, each always managing to take your breath away more than the last. He gifted you things in other colors as well, but every time you saw something blue you knew it was his way of expressing his deep affection for you without having to use words.

It’d started on your one month anniversary, with a gorgeous box of blue roses he’d left on your doorstep. You were surprised Erik was the type to celebrate something so trivial, let alone remember the date, but when you walked in the door while searching for a card amongst the roses, you looked up to find him shuffling from foot to foot in your entryway.  That was the day he’d confessed his love for you.

The second time had been when he’d gifted you your blue platforms, currently wet with puppy saliva, which you’d found on the bed the morning after a night spent at his place. It had been three months you’d been together then, and he’d planned an evening out for the both of you; dinner at your favorite Japanese restaurant, dessert while overlooking the canal in the center of town. You had no idea that Erik “Killmonger” Stevens could be so traditionally romantic, and that night he’d undressed you with his mouth, leaving your heels on to remind you of who you belonged to.

The most recent gift had been by far the cutest. You’d come home exhausted from work to find Erik waiting for you in the kitchen, arms behind his back hiding something from you.  He made you close your eyes and hold out your hands, before placing something in them. When he instructed you to open your eyes, you looked down to see a Tiffany & Co. box, tied with a bow. You’d looked up to Erik with a wide eye’d look of almost terror, ready to immediately decline the gift because it was too much. He was generous with his gifts, but he’d never given jewelry before, and you didn’t want him thinking he had to literally spoil you to keep you. Before you could get a word out though, he’d interrupted you.

“Before you let ya mouth get ahead of you, open it first.” he’d teased, and you rolled your eyes at him before listening.

Untying the bow you’d opened the box, and found a black leather dog collar resting on the silk padding. You picked it up, voice caught in your throat as your excitement started to bubble over. You’d opened your mouth to speak, but he’d interrupted you again with a raise of his hand, reaching down to pluck the silk padding from the box to reveal an accompanying friendship bracelet. It was blue.

That night you’d spent the entire evening in bed researching adoption centers, arguing about which puppy you were going to adopt.

“Nah, babe, we not getting no damn foo foo ass dog.”

“Nigga you bought it a Tiffany collar, it’s already gonna be foo foo by default.”

“Man, whatever. You know that was mostly for yo lil bougie ass anyway.”

“Good. Then my lil bougie ass gets to pick the dog.”

He griped in your lap, arms wrapped around your waist as he’d watched you click around on the computer.

You’d paused, gasping.

“No.”

“Erik!”

“Y/N, no.”

“But she’s so cute! Look at her widdle ears!!”

“I am lookin at her damn ears, why they so fuckin hairy!?”

“She’s a dog, Erik!”

“And? Shit look like a baby Chewbacca.”

“How bout you Chewbacca that damn patch in yo beard, nigga.”

He still hadn’t forgiven you for that one.

But, after 15 minutes of back and forth roasting that ended with you having a sore ass, he begrudgingly agreed to go with you in the morning to see about adopting her.

And here you all were. One month later and Waffles had fit perfectly into your little family. She’d even managed to grow on Erik, which shocked the hell out of you, especially when you’d caught him cradling her tiny body in his arms on the couch, both of them knocked out after a long day. It was only her second night home. While Erik would never admit it, you knew why he’d fallen for her. It was those big, floppy, hairy ears of hers.

You admired the collar around Waffles’ neck, and the one around your wrist, while you stroked her ears. The lock to the front door clicked, breaking you from your reverie. You turned to see Erik walking  through the front door, and started talking excitedly in Waffles’ ear.

“Who is that? Who is it baby girl? Is that daddy?”

Erik stood in the doorway, shaking his head as he chuckled at you baby talking the dog.

She wiggled around eagerly in your arms, her little body jerking this way and that as she buzzed with joy.

You crouched down and placed her on the floor, still holding her as you spoke some more.

“You wanna say hi to daddy? Go say hi to daddy! Go!”

You let her go and her nails skitted across the hardwood floor as she took off, plowing clumsily into Erik’s shoe when she reached him.

You laughed as Erik swept her up in one of his big hands, peppering kisses all over her ears.

“Wassup Pancakes? Huh?” She kissed his face with enthusiasm, happy her partner in crime was finally home.

Walking toward you, Erik started to whisper loudly in her ear, so that you could hear, too.

“You better tell ya moms to stop callin me Daddy before I put a real baby in her,” he warned, his eyes holding something sinister behind them.

You roll your eyes and reach out to him, pulling him to you by his shirt.

“Hi Daddy. How was your day?” you look up at him, grinning innocently.

He puckers his lips in a fake frown, nodding slowly as he looks away.

“Oh you thought I was playin? Okay.” He walks over to the patio, opening the screen door and placing Waffles outside. “Bounce lil nigga.”

Walking back, he pulls at the sleeves of his leather jacket, taking it off, and you can see the definition of his muscles stretching the white V neck shirt he was wearing.

He takes a finger and holds up your hand, the one still holding the blue pump.

“Wheres the other one?” he asks, eyeing you in a way that already starts to make your insides turn.

“Upstairs.” You answer, trying to keep your breath from hitching.

“Go get it.”

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Happy Mothers Day homies!! Whether you’re celebrating with your mother figures, kids, or just hangin with your furry babies, I hope you have a great day!❤️❤️

#i truly don't mean to keep breaking things up into two parts #but it just didn't feel right getting down and dirty in the same chapter as cute ass waffles lmaoooo #also yes #i absolutely cried looking at dog pictures when writing this lmaoaoo #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #erik killmonger imagine #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik killmonger #bp #TheHomieFics

[jinjojess]

Opinion on each zanki zero character?

While I’m here, I should also answer this fantastic ask:

Anonymous said: Are the Zanki Zero characters names as stupid as Danganronpa character names? ‘cause one of the characters is named after a type of tractor

I also need to post my feelings on ZZ in general, but so far it’s pretty cool. The characters aren’t really out of their introductory shallow stages yet but they show promise. I don’t care what the haters say, I find Extend TV amusing. The game’s premise is cool, the 3D character models look nice, and the system of exploring new islands that wash up as dungeons to gather resources and get story beats is cool.

This may be the closest thing I get to DanRon Mystery Dungeon.

While I normally don’t like stories where death is impermanent, this seems like it will tackle more the psychological strain of immortality and the goal will be to get your zanki (extra lives) to zero, linking the end/goal of the game to the way it started: with suicide. If so, I’m here for that.

Anyway, my thoughts on the characters.

Minor Spoilers!

Higurashi Haruto - Basic SpikeChun VN protag so far: kinda bland, ahoge, etc. I do like his glasses, though, and the fact he was an editor. That’s a unique detail. Aside from oversleeping once, hasn’t exhibited much slothfulness, unless you count his inability to act when he and Susukino took a ride on the Tentacle Express. As for his suicide attempt (completion?), I suspect that’s true of everyone, not just Higurashi.

How Stupid Is That Name?Low. Higurashi means living hand-to-mouth, which is very on the nose for this situation (also likely a reference to that other VN series…). Haruto, like all the given names in this game, doesn’t have kanji, so it’s a bit tough to assign specific meaning to it. You could write it as 温人, for instance, which would mean “warm person”. Both names are real names, and fairly common at that.

Hirasaka Sachika - All I can say is, thank god she has a side besides “adowable widdle gurl!” because I am not a fan of that. It is cool to have a disabled character though. So far aside from Higurashi being a bit tactless and presumptive, it’s been handled fairly well? Sachika’s clearly extremely intelligent, likely playing everyone (she’s the one who urges everyone to go inside Mashiro Garden Tower), and appears to be the only character who doesn’t age. Since she’s original sin, wouldn’t that make her knowledge? Interesting…

How Stupid Is That Name?Moderately stupid. Hirasaka is a real name, but if it’s written that way, it’s pretty rare. The kanji used are “compare, good, hill” which you could take as comparing how well the others reform and atone for their sins. Sachika is indeed a name, and it could include a bunch of different kanji, including the ones for “happiness” or “knowledge”. Sachika’s name is what I’d consider to be the DR standard level of stupid.

Mikajime Ryou - His design was one of the ones I was the least interested in, but so far he’s been pretty amusing. I hope he doesn’t end up typecast as the “protag’s best buddy” type from DR. Real jealousy explored in a game like this would be pretty dope though.

How Stupid Is That Name?Well, as far as I know, Mikajime is not a real name, so we’re already treading pretty silly waters. The kanji basically come out to read “three flowers tied up” which is fitting the theme. Ryou is a very, very common male name, though if I had to hazard a guess here, I’d say it’s in reference to 量, which means “quantity” (as in, how much you have in the way of resources, and could feed into the envy theme).

Susukino Rinko - As is often the case with things like this, I like her design but her archetype is one that puts my teeth on edge. Please shake this Yamato Nadeshiko BS please, girl. Also, assign Lust to the beefcake dude, you cowards! I did like that I chose her and Higurashi as my least faves that I’d be cool with killing to complete the cloning mission, and lo!

How Stupid Is That Name?Susuki is the Japanese name for Chinese Silver Grass/Zebra Grass, which is already pretty silly given that she’s a florist. The “no” part means field, so duh on that, but it often gets used in dumb animanga names to stand in for the particle の which will make it a possessive. The reason I bring this up is because susuki is sometimes called “maiden grass” and Susukino’s sin is Lust. While Susukino isn’t a real surname as far as I can tell, it is the name of a neighborhood in Yokohama! Rinko’s a pretty normal lady name with the ko almost always being “child” while the Rin part can be all kinds of stuff, like forest, cold, and interestingly enough, ethics. …it also rhymes with one of the Japanese words for “penis”.

Kubota Zen - I am sad that this guy will likely become the Cursed Character of this game, because I actually find him pretty interesting. It’s always great to have a wild card in the mix, and while he’s being a little too openly Komaeda/Ouma-like in this instigator department, it seems more clearly to come from a distinctly different place than either of them. I dig it.

How Stupid Is That Name?Look at this fucking normal-ass name. Sure, the Ku part of Kubota isn’t the usual one, instead being swapped for the legal version of 9 (…suffering…), and yeah, Kubota is a brand of tractor, and okay, it’s a bit openly ironic to have your Wrath character named Zen, but honestly this is one of the least surprising names here. (It could also be one of the other zens, like the one from nature or something.)

Setouchi Minamo - The only thing stopping me from fully embracing this character as my fave is the fact that Nate likes her best. Design? Fantastic. Lady cop? Hell yes. Speaks in Osaka-ben?! FUCK YEAH. I like that she’s Pride, too, which is considered the worst one of the bunch (aside from knowledge, I guess) since she seems like she’s so…Asahina-like. Setouchi is a fucking cutie and I love her, the end. Pride Month, baby.

How Stupid Is That Name?I swear to god, her last name has to be a reference to the Seto Inland Sea since it’s written in Japanese as 瀬戸内海 and is even colloquially referred to as “Setouchi”. It also just so happens to be located…in Kansai! In fact, it feeds into Osaka Bay and is a major transportation hub around the Kansai region. Minamo is a common girl’s name, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen it written with kanji before. I mean I guess the Mi could be “beauty” which might fit the Pride theme? Or you could read it as a pun that means “and everyone else too” or something? The jisho is telling me that it can be an alternate way to read the word for “water surface” which could fit with the theme of being named after a sea.

Ichiyou Mamoru - Right now he’s leaning a bit too hard on the Gonta gap-moe thing, where he’s an intelligent sciencey type who’s also mega buff, but I like the idea of him being actually really anxious underneath his go-with-the-flow exterior. As long as he develops into a more round character, I will like him a lot. Also, he’s tied with Setouchi as hottest character. Not really sure how the Greed thing comes in yet though. Ugh, he should’ve been Lust, SpikeChun, get it together.

How Stupid Is That Name?Not very. Ichiyou means “one leaf” which evokes (in me at least) the idea of an Adonis statue with a single leaf over its groin. Ichiyou is a real surname, and Mamoru is very much a real given name. The most obvious meaning being 守る, “to protect” which in this case can mean his patients or maybe his dragon horde because Greed. 

Mashiro Yuma - She is my favorite character right now, because hot damn, do I relate. This game is so fucking diverse for a Japanese game–a disabled girl and a chubby chick?! God, it’s like Togami and Celes had a daughter who was raised by Sagishi and I fucking love her. The Gluttony thing is pretty surface level right now, though I suspect that she’s going to be fairly relevant to the story given how important the Touwa Mashiro Group is in this world. She’s right behind Setouchi and Ichiyou for character I’d be most attracted to irl, cause I like thicc girls. Not a big fan of her fashion sense, but everything else is fucking great.I especially appreciate that she’s not really that spoiled or nasty, either? Like she’s snarky, yeah, but not the full Togami. Anyway I love Mashiro.

How Stupid Is That Name?Mashiro means “pure white” which could refer to a lot of things–being free from sin, being ironically NOT free from sin, etc. Pretty sure Mashiro is a real last name. Yuma is pretty uncommon, though. The kanji that you can use for it often include ones for “freedom” or “friend” or “kind” and so on for the “Yu” part, while the “ma” could be “center” (making her name end the way it begins), “hemp/cannabis”, or “jasmine”. It would be really funny if her given name was written as “freedom cannabis” since it would be like “free to be high”.

Terashima Shou - He’s a boke and I think his unnervingly Tezuka-like art style is kind of fun. I dunno, like I said, I don’t care what you kids think, I love manzai.

How Stupid Is That Name?I need to assume that they intend to write the surname as 照島 (illuminated island) considering the catchphrase and the locale, though I guess you could also interpret it as like “tereru” for “embarrassed”? Shou’s usually written as “soar”, but I suspect that this is just a pun based on the English word “show” (as in, TV show). Might also be a little nod to best friend Genocider.

Mirai - The straightman of the manzai team. I like her too–I think she does a great job of being expressive and her comedic timing is pretty good. She’s also fairly cute, so like Nate said, I wouldn’t mind merch of her.

How Stupid Is That Name?tHe jApAnEsE wOrD fOr FuTuRe

#ask #anon #Zanki Zero #ZZ #names #stupid names #long post #minor spoilers #just for the prologue

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Sterek... with DRAGONS

Fic Recs:  I was on a dragon kick recently.  Here are Sterek fics where they ARE dragons, or ride dragons, or know dragons.  (Oh, and there’s that one where a dragon gives them a widdle Sterek baby...)

Secret hoard by Nival_Vixen Teen.  10k.

Everyone knows that a dragon needs a hoard, and without one, the dragon will die. None of Stiles' friends know what his hoard is, and they're all worried that he doesn't have one.

In the village below the dragons' mountains, werewolves live with humans, and Derek Hale is curious to know more about the dragons. He just doesn't expect one to fall from the sky.

{Heh. Stiles is just as clumsy as a dragon as he is as a human, which means he falls under Derek's care for a little while. … Stiles and his secrets. }

We Fit So Neatly by skoosiepants Teen.  5k.

When Stiles is thirteen years old, he falls in love.

She’s over ten feet tall, with gray-green leathery skin and a plump, yellow belly, bright purple eyes and an ungainly wingspan that makes her topple when she spreads them open too wide.

In the time it takes for the dragon to bury her too-warm muzzle in the palm of his hand, Stiles knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with her.

Her handler is gruff, dark-haired, wide-shouldered, and scowling down at him. He’s got a burn scar running down the outside of one forearm, and the flight vest open at his throat reveals an angry red claw mark on his collarbone.

Stiles maybe falls a little bit in love with him, too.

my wings a hurricane by kellifer_fic Teen.  20k.

Stiles had been like any other kid growing up in the era of dragons. He'd watched the cartoons, the news stories, had the lunch box. When his screening at Beacon Hills High had come up negative, he'd been disappointed but unsurprised. His positive results were returned three years too late for it to be in any way convenient or cool.

Or, the one where they ride dragons.

Stiles Stilinski and the Societas Draconistrarum by Green Explicit.  25k.

Stiles becomes a Host for a dragon symbiote under difficult circumstances, then has to learn to live with her in his head. Meanwhile, there's a secret society after him at the same time the Alpha pack threatens everyone in town.

Spark by rispacooper Mature.  10k.

Derek had never actually seen Stiles in his full dragon form. If he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t sure he wanted to. The first time Derek had properly met Stiles, spoken with him, he’d had a hard time not reacting to the heat of him, far too reminiscent of the lick of flames at Derek’s skin. Dragons exuded heat, Derek had known that, intellectually. They might look like cold-blooded reptiles but they were creatures of fire.

Derek did not have good memories of fire. Stiles couldn’t have been expected to remember that, but it hadn’t helped that he’d focused on Derek with those impossibly wide eyes of lustrous brown and then let out of a puff of marijuana-scented breath and announced he’d take Derek instead of a sandwich.

The Long Way Round by exclamation Explicit.  180k

A magical accident sends Stiles back in time. Now he's stuck in New York, living with Derek and Laura, and the only way to get back to his own time is to learn to use magic. Meanwhile, he must figure out how much he can tell them about their future. Can he warn them about the dangers they face? Can he change his own past?

And can he trust the creature known as Bookworm, who seems to know him better than he knows himself?

Dragon Verse by lupinus Teen.  18k.

Stiles is at the Hale house, lounging on the front stoop watching Isaac, Erica, and Boyd wrestle, when the baby comes running out of the woods. Derek becomes instant father to a magically appearing baby and falls in love. Stiles can’t take the cute and worries Derek’s heart will break if he loses the kid. 

#sterek fic rec #sterek fic recs #dragon fic recs #here we go! #whee

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Possum Inna Box! (Also, Possums vs Opossums)

Did you know possums and opossums are actually totally different species? If you’re Australian or Kiwi you might be aware, but I learned the other week that the rest of the world is not so familiar with this fact! The rest this all came to light is because for few days there, we went up to our garage every morning to find the boxes and brooms in disarray – and then there were footprints on the car’s windscreen – and then droppings. Oh yeah, and BLOOD, both on boxes and the car bonnet, because our resident pest was, of course, a female on heat. La. Initially we’d thought the footprints were cat; although we live in a cat-contained suburb*, we have been known to have a cat wander through our backyard every so often, and assumed one had just gone into the garage one night when we’d left it open and been getting warm and cozy on the car.

But! The footprints were not feline (which closer examination proved), and it turned out we had a possum. NOT an opossum, something that will become very important in a minute, because we don’t *have* opossums in Australia, but instead, a possum – in this case, a regular, common brush-tailed possum 🙂 We contemplated possum traps and such like, and then one morning we didn’t have to, because my husband went out to the garage to find this:

  Int she cute?? 🙂 We cornered her easily because although she wasn’t terribly fond of us picking her up, she was comparatively placid for a wild animal, and boxed her up to relocate (carefully, because possums and territories etc etc), and that was that. I told Twitter, and the world exploded momentarily. WHAT IS THIS CUTE AND FURRY CREATURE? the world seemed to ask. IT IS LIKE A GIANT, SHINY SUGAR GLIDER.

Well, yeah, actually, because they’re both Australian marsupials. This is a REAL possum, I told Twitter, a MARSUPIAL, not like common American *O*possums.

Heh. Turns out American Opossums are marsupials too. Who knew? So, to celebrate the mutual learning that went on around this experience, here is a handy-dandy list I’ve compiled for you on the difference between possums and opossums:

Appearance

POSSUMS: Cute and adorable, like fluffy, furry little kitties with big, round eyes and petal-pink noses. OPOSSUMS: Look, I’m pretty fond of mammals generally, so let’s characterise its appearance as a cross between a rat and a hedgehog. My US friends tell me this is generous.

Smell

POSSUMS: Their pee is pungent, but not, like, puke-gaggingly so. The possums themselves don’t have a particular smell from my human perspective. OPOSSUMS: The internet says “almost like a skunk”. I’ll just leave it at that, shall I?

Temperament

POSSUMS: Bold, curious, hungry. OPOSSUMS: Rabid, demonic.

Habitat

POSSUMS: Trees, usually of the eucalypt varieties (not hard to find in Australia, let’s face it). Caravan parks. If you’re unlucky, your roof. Maybe even the roof of your caravan or tent in the middle of the night? Possies are territorial and have their own demarcated areas. OPOSSUMS: Under your house. They burrow?! (Possums that burrow, what even is this.) But generally just *around*, wherever nocturnal creatures hang.

Annoying Habits

POSSUMS: Don’t leave fruit (especially, but most food really) out at night or they’ll raid it. Mating possums in your roof are noisy and the pee-stink makes it into the house (but to be fair nesting in house rooves is common enough that we have possum removalists, but not THAT common). OPOSSUMS: My American friends tell me that they will destroy your garbage, your hands, your lives, your sooooooouls….. Though the internet is helpfully full of organisation protesting that they’re really actually not aggressive and they only hiss to scare you off and really they’re adorable little demons, so pwecious, aren’t vey, pwiddy widdle critcher…

To end, more possum pictures, proving the difference in temperament. These are from my honeymoon (eleven years ago, yipes!) and yes, my husband did get bitten, but only because the poor critcher mistook his thumb for a bit of pineapple. The possum was appropriately contrite 😉

  (And for the sake of accuracy, did you know that most problems attributed to opossums are actually usually caused by other animals?)

(Also, although the phrase is ‘playing possum’, only opossums pretend to be dead. And of course, apparently they stink while doing so 😉 :D)

Possum Inna Box! (Also, Possums vs Opossums) was originally published on Amy Laurens

#all the pretty cuteness #Amy Laurens #Australian wildlife #possums vs opossums #there's a possum in my pantry #what's the difference between possums and opossums