#its either silly names or old fashioned named

[glittering-moonlillie]

Damian Wayne x "villain" Reader: Part Two

Warnings: Slightly suggestive.

Summary: Damian was determined to win this game you two had begun to play. You just wanted ice cream.

Word Count: 1948

Damian furiously tapped away at his computer from the comfort of his home office. He was never one to step down from a challenge, nor was he one to lose them. This was no different. It had been exactly 37 hours since the meet he had with you, but instead of gaining the answers he so desperately needed, he only got more questions. The conversation you had with him still lingered in his mind too and every time he thought about it, his face would heat up and his body would tense. 

You were very attractive, one of the reasons why he was so curious about you in the first place. Did he know that his feelings and emotions were getting in the way of his night job? Yes. Did he care? Well, the answer was obvious. He refused to go to sleep until he knew your name, until he knew why you were robbing all these people. 

There were a few suspects he had in mind for the identity behind the person who intrigued him so much, but there was only one that accurately fit the bill: Y/n L/n. From what he could tell, you were an average Gotham civilian. You were a fashion design student at the same college he attended, which would explain the effortless detail put into your vigilante attire. You didn’t come from a place of wealth either, so you were most likely running off scholarship funds. The only problem was that you seemed too average, too nice, to be a villain. Of course, Damian has had his fair share of encounters with people who were two-sided, but this really didn’t seem like the case here. 

Damian’s first assumption was that you were stealing money for college, especially since fashion design was not the cheapest class to be taking. It was petty, yes, but plausible. However, upon looking into it further he realized that you only accepted one scholarship despite being offered at least 10 different ones. It was a Wayne scholarship, a full ride one at that. Immediately, Damian’s first assumption was ruled out. He had to dig further. 

It took a few more hours and a little help from Oracle to find an old newspaper online that mentions how you were an avid helper in community service, prominently known for spending most of your time in soup kitchens and homeless shelters. As he read the article further, Damian couldn’t help but smirk. It looks like he found his little villain. 

He quickly got dressed into his Robin costume, deciding it was time to pay you a little visit. 

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It had been a day or so since your little escapade with Robin and you still were unsure how you even made it out of there freely. Of course, you were glad that you weren’t thrown into Arkham but now that Robin was onto you, you weren’t sure when you would be able to go out again. You were confident that flirting your way out of a situation could only work once with him. 

You did your best to try and not think of the absurd way you were behaving that night but it was impossible to get the image of him centimeters away from your lips out of your head. The image had fully consumed you until you were all hot and bothered and only left thinking of what else he could do to you. 

The night was still young so you decided to grab your half gallon of ice cream and watch a silly romcom in the hopes of getting Robin out of your brain. As your feet padded across the cold floor of the cheap apartment, you couldn’t help but realize the window was open. You must have accidentally left it open. Not thinking much of it, you pulled it close. Turning back around, you opened the freezer door and grabbed the gallon. You closed it again, revealing a dark, shadowy figure leaning on the side of the cabinet next to you. A scream tore its way out of your throat, the ice cream falling out of your hands and messily landing on the floor. 

“Surprised to see me?” The figure stepped closer just enough so you could make out the shape of a cape and the glint of a utility belt. It was Robin. 

You were in complete shock, your brain freezing over. You looked back down at the floor. “You made me drop my ice cream…” You said sadly. 

Robin took a step back, his forehead creasing. “How did I drop your ice cream? You were the one holding it.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have dropped it if you weren’t suddenly in my house!” The second time you said it, the more it sank in. “Wait, how are you…how did you…”

The smirk on the vigilante reappeared, stepping over the ice cream and swaggering his way towards you. “It looks like I won this little game you tried to make me play, Y/n.” He reached for your hands, effortlessly pinning them above your head against the wall. “I know the real reason why you were robbing all those houses.”

Your heart sank. “Then…I suppose you should be taking me to Arkham for my crimes instead of just pinning me against a wall.” You couldn’t help but feel bitter about the situation, letting it slip out in your voice. If you had just been a bit more careful, then maybe you would have been able to continue your operation. Then maybe you would have been able to help more people just a little while longer. 

Robin looked down at you with a confused expression, as if you had said something completely bonkers. “I just told you that I knew the real reason why you were stealing all that money,” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “Why would I put a pretty thing like you in that hell hole just for trying to help this city?”

You shuddered at the feeling of his breath tickling your neck. Having Robin so close made your heart rate nearly double. It would only take a few more inches for him to latch onto your neck. “So…so you aren’t going to put me away?” You whimpered in his grasp. 

“No.” He stated softly. “I have a proposition for you instead.” 

Robin slowly let go of your wrists, using his free hand to tilt your head up so you could make eye contact with him. At least, you tried to make eye contact with him. Only the white lids of the domino mask stared back at you. 

“Are you going to punish me, bird boy?” You whispered, secretly hoping that he would.  Images of him pushing you onto the couch or carrying you to your room and throwing you on the bed filled your mind.

His low chuckle bounced along the walls of the cold kitchen, but it was harder to focus on the temperature when his warm body was so so close to yours. “You’d really want that, huh.”

“More than you could ever possibly know.” You swiftly answered. “You know I’m a really big fan of yours, right? I think I have my poster of you still up in my bedroom if you’d like pro-”

“Are you going to let me help you or not?” You snapped out of your horny thoughts and glanced back up at his masked face. A part of you truly was embarrassed about how you were behaving when he was right there in front of you, but the more prominent side of your brain did not care. He could have thrown you in Gotham and ruined your life, but instead he was trying to hear you out, to help you. You were allowed to have some silly thoughts about him.

“Sorry, sorry, yes. I am all eyes and ears, please don’t throw me into jail.” Robin rolled his eyes, his lips twisting into a smile. 

“You just wanted to help out Gotham, correct? You wanted more money in order to buy more supplies for the homeless? How about instead of stealing it, I will give you whatever money you need to fulfill your desire to help out on the streets.” For once, you weren’t able to say anything for a few moments, not even a witty remark. You studied the vigilante's face, trying to decide if this was an elaborate ruse. 

It was disturbing how genuine he sounded. Obviously it was his job to get rid of crime and help out Gotham in any way he could, but Robin wasn’t mandated to go above and beyond for every regular citizen like this. The more you thought about it, the more questions it raised. 

“There has to be a catch to all of this.” You said. “There’s got to be.” You knew that you weren’t the most intelligent person in this room, but you weren’t stupid enough to get into a deal without knowing all the details. For all you know, this could be a scheme to use you as bait for a scarier villain. Not that you thought that lowly of Robin himself however, you were just trying to stay on the cautionary side of things. 

“You are correct. There is one catch to all of this.” The conceited look on his face only stretched further. You waited for him to continue his thought. And waited. And waited. 

“Well? Do not leave me hanging like this!” You never were the patient type, but by God this was torture. 

“You go on a date with me this Saturday.” He finally answered. 

WHAT-

Robin must have noticed the bewilderment on your face because he immediately followed up the statement by saying “Think of it as an opportunity to impress me. Unless, of course, you are all talk and no show.”

He had the audacity to wink at you.

You blinked. “I mean, I was going to ask if you were going to be dressed as a ninja or if I’m going to have to play Which guy in this restaurant is the most likely to dress up as a bird and fight crime, because I obviously don’t need to impress you if you are already asking me out, but sure.”   

Despite loving the position he was trapping you in, you managed to scoot off to the side and clean up the remnants of ice cream that was already half infused into the cheap wood flooring. In any case, it was nice to know that you won’t need to seek comfort in the dessert. Robin grabbed a handful of the napkins you had on the counter and helped you clean up the ice cream mess as well.

“I’ll pick you up from your apartment. I won’t be wearing my Robin suit since it’s only fair now that I know who you are. Does 7PM sound good for you?” 

“It sounds perfect to me, bird boy.” You stood up to throw away the mushy, ice cream soaked, napkins, your eyes still focused on him. “Just as long as I get to help out my friends at the homeless shelter. They mean a lot to me, yknow?”

A pair of arms wrapped around your waist, effectively pulling you closer to him, though it wasn’t near enough to be considered a hug. “I know, that’s why I suggested it, darling.”

“Woah now, I’m supposed to be the flirty one. Let’s not confuse our roles now!” You laughed lightly. 

 “That would be such a shame, wouldn’t it?” He leaned in closer once again. “But I think someone teased me a bit too much last time and I believe she should pay for her actions.”

Robin’s lips were now brushing against yours, allowing you to briefly feel them whenever he spoke. “What do you think?” He purred. 

Instead of answering, you fluttered your eyes closed and kissed him.

I was surprised how fast I finished this since I started it late last night. I hope that lovely anon who requested a second part likes it. I decided to take some liberties with it XD

I didn't edit as much though, I am lazy potato

#Damian Wayne #Damian Wayne x reader #Damian Al Ghul #Damian Wayne x villain reader #DC #romance #Robin x reader #Batfam #suggestive #but we're all big kids here #I think... #Damian Wayne x Y/n #Comics #I hope the anon who requested this likes it!

[ashmp3]

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[starfleetimagines]

Slow and Steady [C. Chapel]

Pairing: Christine x female reader

Word count: ~1k

Summary: Y/N and Christine are best friends. After spending the day together, Y/N admits to not only being bisexual but having feelings for Christine, too.

Notes: Requested by an anon. This is my first time writing for Christine and my first full Trek fic in a while, so I apologize at its quality. Still accepting queer prompts for Pride month!

Tag list: @agent-catfish-kenobi @space-helen @plaguedoctorsnake @shadyfirecollector

Yours and Christine’s laughs bounce of the walls of the corridor as you make your way through the ship.

“I can’t believe you almost let me buy that,” you say between laughs.

Christine grins at you. “I didn’t know what it was! If I had realized sooner I would have stopped you before the shopkeeper came over.”

You roll your eyes, but smile. While the Enterprise is docked at a space station for a few meetings, most of the crew has been granted some R&R time, either on the station or on the ship. You and Christine decided to have a friend date on the station and see what it had to offer. You went to a few restaurants and a bar, visited a Vulcan meditation garden, visited an old fashioned movie theatre, and walked around the shopping level where you almost bought a Klingon sex toy.

In your defense, the shop had been called Treasures of the Galaxy and boasted their collection of items from all different worlds. What you thought was a pretty vase had been sometime else entirely. Luckily no one other than Christine had witnessed that, so at least you wouldn’t be teased about it by anyone else.

“I would have bought it for you if I’d known you were so into that kind of thing,” she muses teasingly.

You shove her shoulder and scoff. “You’re terrible.”

“I know.” She flashes you a grin and you can’t help but smile.

When you reach your quarters, you tilt your head to the side. “Want to come in? It’s not too late.”

Christine smiles cheekily. “Why, Y/N, if I had known I would be invited over I would have at least paid for dinner.”

You smirk and open the door. “You can buy next time.”

“So my lack of date etiquette hasn’t put you off?” she asks as she walks backwards into your quarters.

You laugh, though you wish you were both being serious. “Not in the slightest.”

“Good. Because I need someone to explore places with me.” She walks to your couch and gestures for you to sit with her. “Spock will only do so much with me.”

You give her a look as you sit next to her. “I thought you were over that.”

“What? Over Spock?” She smiles and leans her elbow against the back of the couch, propping her cheek against her closed fist. “I am. Don’t get me wrong, he’s amazing to look at, and I like spending time with him, but that silly little crush is long gone.”

“Oh.” You hope she can’t see the relief on your features.

“But speaking of crushes,” she drawls, shifting to pull her knees up. “That guy at the bar was totally flirting with you.”

“What?” You scoff.

Christine raises an eyebrow and smiles. “He was cute. You should have asked him out.”

You shook your head and looked away. “I didn’t really notice.”

“Really?” She laughs quietly.

“I was distracted,” you reply simply and you lean your foot out to nudge her ankle.

“Oh come on, I’m not that distracting,” she defends with another laugh.

You shrug and smile at her softly. “You can be.”

Christine rolls her eyes playfully. “Well, I’m sorry for cockblocking you, then.”

You laugh at her choice of words. “You didn’t. I… Kind of have my eye on someone else, anyway.”

Christine leans forward, eager to learn more. “Oh? What’s his name?”

You shift and clear your throat. Christine doesn’t know that you’re bi. She’s only ever heard about your ex—a guy you dated at the academy—and your attraction to women never really came up. You didn’t want your coming out to her being you admitting your feelings for her, but… The way she looks at you, the way she touches you every chance she gets, the way she laughs with you… It gives you hope that maybe the feelings are mutual.

“Um. Her name,” you mumble.

“Oh,” Christine says, then shrugs a little and smiles. “Okay, what’s her name?”

You try to hide a grin. Of course, you knew she’d react fine. She herself isn’t straight, and you knew it wouldn’t really be a big thing. But sharing this part of yourself with her, no matter how she feels about you, feels freeing and comforting.

“Um,” you repeat. “Her name is Christine.”

You see her eyebrows furrow and her lips part slightly.

Your heart hammers against your ribs, and you try your best to ignore it as you move closer. “It’s you. I uh. Maybe kind of have a crush on you? And I know you’re not—not really big on commitment and relationships stress you out and we don’t have to do anything or—or be anything but um—I thought you should know—”

Christine leans forward and cups your cheek with her warm, soft hand. “Y/N,” she says softly.

Your tongue darts out between your lips and you meet her gaze. You see a tenderness in her eyes that makes your stomach flip.

“Y/N,” she repeats, quieter this time, barely a whisper. Then she closes the gap between the two of you and kisses you. You involuntarily sigh through your nose and lean closer. The kiss is short, only lasting a few moments, but you’re both smiling stupidly when it ends.

“Wow,” you whisper, and Christine giggles.

“You’re adorable,” she says, leaning up to feather a kiss to your forehead.

Blushing you smile. “So… Can we consider today our first official date?”

Christine smiles, too, but she leans back a little bit. “I… I want to. But… You said it yourself, relationships stress me out.” When your smile falls, she quickly continues, “I want to try it though! With you, I… you make me feel like I could do it. But I just. Can we go slow?”

You wrap your arms around her neck loosely and nod. “Of course. We can go at whatever pace makes you most comfortable. I get it, I really do. I’m not going anywhere.”

Christine visibly relaxes and she sighs. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“I try,” you reply with a smile.

Laughing quietly, Christine leans closer and kisses you again and this time, it lasts longer than just a few moments.

#christine chapel x reader #christine chapel fanfiction #star trek fanfiction #star trek imagine #star trek reader insert #star trek x reader #star trek snw fanfiction #star trek strange new worlds fanfiction

[star-keepr]

The Jon headcanons because I have been inspired by @chaotic-tired-bastard and @owlhari and my brain is going whirrrrrrrrrrrrr :]

-gives kisses to everyone platonically. in an older vid you can see him do this to Upgrade and I'd like to think it's one of his ways of showing affection

-love language is mostly physical touch and sometimes gift giving, he likes doodling and anything crafty/colorful

-this is one Owlhari brings up in their vid of the bots and disorders, but I also like to think The Jon has an extremely overactive and vast imagination, often imagining himself as the characters the band sings about and daydreaming in his freetime. these adventures can often be seen leaking into his songs and other mediums

-ADORES birds. no crazy reason either, he just thinks they're pretty and wishes he could fly like one. some of his favorites are robins, kingfishers, parakeets/parrots, doves, and bluejays, and if you catch him in a good mood he can be heard whistling like birds

-loves making all sorts of forts and structures out of the silly things in his room. his room is rather large and filled with curious objects and way too many pillows. he obviously takes advantage of this.

-will not go anywhere without the appropriate feather in his hat. he has one for every occasion, and I mean *every* occasion. he screams like he's naked if he's caught without a feather and will refuse to go anywhere if one is not chosen. he is very particular about them.

-kind of blunt with what he says. it's not really implied that he realizes this, but that means he'll be honest with you even if it comes with some brutal observations. he doesn't quite understand you're not supposed to do that because he was told honesty was part of being polite.

-while his siblings are much heavier than the average human, Jon is lighter due to the void in his chest. he uses this to his advantage as it means he can interact more physically with humans (with their say-so usually)

-his art/writing style is very scribbly and childlike, with lots of swirls and colors

-adores any warm colors (red, yellow, orange, bronze)

-constantly gets into shenanigans, especially with Rabbit and Hatchworth

-Upgrade is like a twin sister to him, whenever she's on a royal tyrant streak she'll always be merciful with Jon in return for some origami figurines

-one of Jon's favorite aesthetics is art-deco, much like how he was designed

-Jon's favorite era is the 1920's-50's, as he adores the fashion, colors, toys, and items from that time. he is also really good at swing dancing, and often likes to play old records just to practice it. a partner is always welcomed ;}

-loves learning about (preferably colorful) animals in books/documentaries made by like natgeo and such. loves trying to impersonate David Attenborough

-clumsy but in an endearing way (clumsy but in a /silly /pos way yk)

-absolutely melts at compliments, especially ones that revolve around the buzzwords "victorian" and "doll"

-when outside, Jon is the type of person (or thing,,,,,?) to make daisy chains/crowns, oogle at butterflies, make wishes on dandelions, and name literally every bird just by its chirp

-adores cartoons and/or anything animated, the only exception being the Marx Brothers' movies in which he idolizes Harpo Marx for being such a cartoony role model

-often finds it difficult to fully express how he feels, this can lead to over/under exaggeration, frustration, getting caught up on words or sentences, or taking conversation breaks to sort out his head

-his favorite story/animation is Alice in Wonderland in all of its iterations. loves playing the Mad Hatter if his siblings ever get around to acting the stories out in their freetime

-often feels like he's a burden because of how high maintenance/jumpy/bubbly he is. because of this he has a hard time opening up about things in fear that he'll just weigh someone down even more

-loves the occasional ponytail or wacky hairstyle. he finds it difficult to do the styles himself with his range and type of motion, but will gladly accept if a human/fellow walter worker is willing to help out

-sucker for good harmonies

-envies Rabbit's art, he likes all the shapely swoops and swirls it has

-definitely the naiive one of the bunch. often worries much more than he should about small things but has learned to tone that down a little in favor of being all upbeat and silly

#the jon spg #steam powered giraffe #spg headcanons #spg #spgiraffe #headcanon #brainrot

[dollarbin]

Shakey Sundays #6:

Neil Young and Promise of the Real's The Monsanto Years

Somehow this album is cursed in my biography. Every time I try to listen to it something goes deeply wrong. And it's no wonder: in the silly recording session photo above it looks like Neil is casting an evil spell on all of us. Monsanticus!

When the record came out in in the summer of 2015 I was suspicious; Neil had just released Storytone, and it sounded like he'd focused on painting the record's cover and washing his hogs rather than writing good songs. Plus I'd never even heard of his new backing band with their too terrible to be ironic name. Crazy Horse was alive and well; what was Young up to now?

But 20 years previously I'd been equally suspicious when Young got spooked by the Horse and buddied up with a different group of young hipsters to make Mirror Ball, and that record turned out to be awesome. And so I knew The Montsanto Years deserved my open-mindedness in spite of its clunky title and fairly gross cover art.

So I turned it up loud for the first time with my buddy Matt. It was a beautiful day and we had an open road with two hours of drive time ahead of us. Maybe we'd listen to it twice!

But halfway through the album's third song, People Want to Hear About Love, with its inspired-by-Stephen-Still's-very-own-Joe-Lala bongos, and its gather about me young squires chanting, not to mention Young's crankiest grandpa vocal stylings to date, Matt and I simultaneously announced that the song sucked. We put on Zuma instead.

Even so, People Want To Hear About Love, stayed annoyingly in my head all day, and that day was dedicated to attending our friend's younger sister's funeral. I couldn't shake crusty grandpa Neil off at the graveside as my friend's 20-something little sister was lowered into the earth, her life cut short by cancer that came with touches of abhorrent irony: she'd been a nurse; her dad was a cancer doctor. You're wrong Neil, I angrily thought, no one wants to hear about love. Nor do they ever want to hear your song again.

I've given the record sporadic second chances since then. And every time I get to the fourth track, Big Box, I perk up. After all, it opens with Neil alone, playing a demonstrative and churning, here's how it works kids, follow my lead, riff that sounds like it's lifted straight from Mirror Ball.

But before you know it Neil croons "Too Big To Fail" in overdubbed fashion and rhymes "excited" with "Citizens United" (you know, the Supreme Court case that gave corporations the power to essentially buy our elections) and, despite some pretty exciting guitar interplay whenever Young shuts his trap, rather than echoing Mirror Ball the whole thing sounds like Young is hanging out with Kai Ryssdal or David Brancaccio on Marketplace. Come on Neil, that's my least favorite show on NPR.

Yesterday I gave the record yet another try: but again, no dice; my 15 year old ipod (no, I don't own The Monsanto Years on vinyl; I got it in true Dollar Bin fashion by checking it out at the library) played me the first two songs, the lyrically regrettable opening track, which isn't amazing but does not suck, and the pretty lovely, quavering Wolf Moon, before the device (it's the kind with a dial on the lower half; there are 22 thousand songs on the thing, and around 1600 of them are Young's), perhaps disgusted by my choice for this week's Shakey Sunday, cried uncle and died in what appeared to be the very real Steve Jobs kinda fashion.

I was able to resuscitate it eventually but I'm unsure whether or not to risk resumption of the album. After all, it's cursed! And when the terrible day comes, and my ipod refuses to wake back up no matter how many times I pressed down all the buttons at once while cursing, will I need to find another way, either through a very nonDollar Bin purchase of the vinyl or through Neil's old timey, betamax website, to listen to The Monsanto Years ever again? Or can I just stick with Zuma?

Well, let's find out the answer. It's a Shakey Sunday and I'm about to roll my ipod's dice, press play, and go song by song through the rest of Neil's far too long screed against agrobusiness.

The fifth song, A Rock Star Bucks a Coffee Shop, is a big No vote for the record. Yikes. I'd rather drink a big cuppa GMO than hear Young rhyme GMO with Mont-san-to ever again. Whoever is responsible for the whistling in this song needs to never purse their lips in my presence again.

I suspect POTR (I refuse to ever type the band's terrible name out again; I wish they'd named themselves Promise of the Real Sausages instead) are big fans of Young's live bender record Time Fades Away. Working Man's got that vibe but it's slick instead of shakey. Yuck.

In Rules of Change Neil gives us yet another version of the story he's been telling over and over again for the whole record: the farmers have woes; climate change is real; we're doomed unless we get on Uncle Neil's groovy train of love. Look: I'm an environmentalist already. I do what I can to eat sustainably; I ride my bike to work alongside my sweet daughter as much as possible; and I've got a bootleg gray water system already running out the back of my house as we speak, watering my trees with our laundry water. The simple truth is that I never needed this concept album, or any of Young's too numerous to count environmental anthems. I already know this stuff. I'm already angry and I already vote and if Trump gets elected next fall I'll lose my mind a second time. Frankly, Neil, I'd much rather imagine sleeping with Pocahontas.

But it's when we get to the album's title track that I start to wish my ipod was indeed broken.

The song is a terrifying double to Danger Bird: it's slow and brooding with caveman vocals. But the guitar is mostly sickening instead of life changing and everyone's chanting "Safeway" instead of telling me about Carrie Snodgrass sleeping around with some still unknown famous enemy of Young's and ruining his life in 75. I guess Neil's right, people do want to hear about love. And Marlon Brando. And the Astrodome. And me.

I haven't got much to say about the final track, If I Don't Know. It occurs, and it sucks less than most of what we just sat through. What I fear is that Young is letting some young hipster solo at the end of the song while he stands by, contemplating corporate sin. Jimi Hendrix is dead, Ira Kaplan is busy, Richard Thompson isn't interested and Stephen Stills sucks; no other man on earth should be allowed to solo on a guitar while on stage with Neil.

(But I'd be more than happy to have any number of women do so, however, from Leslie Feist to Myriam Gendron to the recently resurgent Joni Mitchell herself.)

Okay folks we did it. We made it through The Monsanto Years. You have my permission to never listen to it again.

Me? As of this moment, while I hit post, I'm already half way through the record for the second time today, and I'm kinda digging my time at the Big Box store. Looks like I like the record anyway.

Neil Young: even his garbage swings.

#Youtube #neil young #the promise of the real #stephen stills sucks #shakey sundays #feist #myriam gendron

[klbwriting]

Combining Two Worlds

Chapter 12: Truth or Dare

Fandom: DCEU

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: some suggestive language

Summary: Orm and Arthur take Ludo out for a bachelor party while Mera and Y/N host Lydia for a girls' night in

Note: it is so hard for me to find good GIFs from the 2nd movie, like yes I love all the shirtless ones but still, I need more!

Hestia and Syfin left for Xebel and it was like Ludo and Lydia were lost.  They sat at the lunch table the next day, quiet, not even looking at each other.  Y/N finally got tired of the silence and the awkward staring and sighed. 

               “Are you excited for the party?” she asked Lydia, smiling at the girl.  Lydia looked at her finally, clearly trying to figure out the game they were all playing.  “Its not going to be fancy or anything, I’m honestly not a fancy person.  I thought maybe we would play a few games, there’s so many Atlantian games I haven’t played.  Maybe I’ll teach you two some of the surface world’s games, we have one called truth or dare, very popular.”  Orm smiled, seeing what she was trying to do.  Arthur clapped a hand on Ludo’s back. 

               “You my friend are in for a night of complete debauchery,” he said.  Orm cocked an eyebrow, looking at his brother.  “O we are going to drink some of that terrible fermented seaweed crap you guys’ drink, play some cards, go find an actual mermaid.”  Ludo looked both intrigued and terrified. 

               “He’s lost his mind,” Mera said, laughing. 

               “How many do I have to tell you, Ariel is not real,” Orm groaned.  Arthur shook his head undeterred. 

               “I don’t know, up until like six years ago Atlantis wasn’t real,” Arthur said.  “I gotta say my chances are good to find her and then well, Mera will have competition.” 

               “O will I now?” she asked.  Arthur smirked and shrugged, moving to his wife, kissing her head. 

               “This is going to be fun.”

               Y/N had requested everyone dress for comfort, but it seemed that Lydia didn’t exactly know what that meant, arriving dressed for an actual party.  Mera had prepared for this, bringing extra clothes for her. 

               “Lydia, you look so good!” Y/N said as the other girl sat down in her new outfit.  “Tell me Lydia, what games do you like?”

               “It’s been a long time since I was asked to play a real game,” she said.  “Normally the games we play are…just to win, not for fun.”  Mera nodded.

               “After Atlanna was exiled that is what Orvax did to Orm and me, we played games of battle, strategy, nothing that was just for enjoyment,” she said.  Y/N shook her head.

               “Both of you, have such screwed up childhoods.  Dear God, ok, then we are just playing some good old-fashioned truth or dare,” Y/N said.  “All fun, all silly, no question is off limits. Of course the dares can’t be dangerous because well, I will throw a trident through someone who tries to make me do something to endanger Velka.”

               “Velka?” Lydia asked.  Y/N smiled and patted her stomach.  “What about the other one?” 

               “Other one?” Y/N asked, confused.  Lydia nodded.  “It’s not…twins?”

               “When we were exiled, we lived in a settlement and I often helped with the midwives when I was old enough and my parents weren’t around,” she said.  “I know when a woman is carrying twins and you, are having twins.”  Y/N let out a breath. 

               “Well then, guess I’ll have to think of another name,” she said, before laughing happily.  Mera was still weary of Lydia, watching every move the woman made, but so far, she didn’t see any malice or deception.  Lydia seemed to be relaxing and genuinely interested in Y/N.  Mera just hoped it wasn’t because she wanted to betray her.   

               “Alright, Mera, truth or dare?” Y/N asked.  Mera had only seen this game played in movies and was worried about either option.  “Come on, I’m nice, I’m not going to embarrass you.”

               “Fine, dare,” she said.  Y/N smiled and looked around, hearing the men’s voices going by the room.

               “I dare you to shoot a water cannon at Arthur when he passes,” she said.  Mera laughed and got up, going to the doorway, and opening it.  They said goodbye to the guys as they walked by and Mera shot a water sprout right at Arthur, sending him toppling for a moment before he turned and smirked at her.

               “Don’t worry baby we’ll get rough in bed tonight!” he called back, making Orm groan and Mera blush. 

               “O, that’s going to be a question for truth later,” Y/N said.  They ladies went back to the room they were in and sat once again.  “Ok Mera, now you get to pick someone to ask.”  Mera looked at Lydia, who started looking very nervous.

               “Y/N,” she said, turning back to her friend.  “Truth or dare?”

               “Truth,” Y/N answered.  Mera thought for a moment.

               “Does Orm have any weird habits?  I never got that close to him when we were betrothed to know,” she asked.  Lydia leaned in, ready to hear something useful. 

               “I mean, he talks in his sleep, a lot,” she said.  “Constantly dreams about being attacked by sea worms.”  Lydia laughed with them this time, seeming to relax more.  “Doesn’t everyone have that one weird dream though?  I used to have a dream about a giant hat that I would get trapped in somehow.” 

               “Mine was always running into a blob fish without warning, in the dark,” Mera said. 

               “My nightmares were always that someone would hurt my brother,” Lydia said.  Y/N and Mera looked at her, looking worried.

               “Who would hurt your brother?” Y/N asked.  Lydia bit her lip.  “Lydia, I know that you don’t like me, but I don’t want to be enemies, at all.”  She sighed and looked so exhausted. 

               “I am so tired of this game,” she said.  “Not…not this game we’re playing, this is fun, but of what my parents’ want.  I don’t want Orm, in fact, after we were released, I met someone that I care about deeply already, she lives in the city, she’s not noble but she’s wonderful.  I’m sorry about everything I’ve done, and I hated every minute of it.”

               “What do your parents want?” Mera asked. 

               “They want to be on the throne, they want revenge against Orm and his family.  Orvax sent us away because they were really trying to kill Atlanna and Orm, they are monsters.  My brother is just like them, I just want out,” she said.  “They want me to marry Orm, get close enough to Arthur and Mera to stage some kind of accident for their family.  Orm will ascend the throne and I will be queen and when I have an heir, I will kill Orm.  That is the entire plot, they have been planning it for years.  In fact, when we arrived and found out about you and then your baby’s, my parents nearly murdered you themselves, but they held back, don’t like to get their hands dirty.  I was supposed to do that, to poison you so you would at least lose the babies, but I fought to just try and seduce Orm away from you.  But he loves you so much, the devotion he has to you is inspiring.  Then it was to get you to leave, which we did, and get rid of the prince.  I’m sorry Mera, Ludo, he knows all these poisons, he listens to the servants, he found your stash of snacks for Tom and well.  I’m sorry” Lydia finished and looked down to her hands.  Y/N moved over and sat beside the woman, wrapping an arm around her.  Mera watched closely, trying to see a lie in Lydia’s words, but couldn’t find any.  She was either a very good liar or she was being honest. 

               “Would Ludo try to hurt Arthur and Orm tonight?” Y/N asked.  Lydia shrugged.

               “I don’t know, he didn’t seem too excited to go to this little party so I don’t think so, unless he could separate them somehow…” she shrugged again, clearly at a loss.  She didn’t understand her brother and his motives, nor why he wanted so badly to be like his parents.

               “We should go, make sure that they are safe,” Mera said.  They were just getting to the garage for a vehicle when Arthur came back, alone.  “Where’s Orm?”

               “There was an explosion at the club, we got separated, he’s not here?” Arthur said.  Y/N shook her head.  “Dammit…”

               “This has Ludo written all over it,” Lydia said.  Y/N looked at her.  “He will hold Orm hostage now, without our parents he doesn’t know how to handle this delicately, only with brute force. He will ask for the throne in exchange for Orm’s life.” 

               “Where would he go?” Arthur asked.  Lydia shrugged; she didn’t know what her brother did when they were released. 

               “He just talked about going to place he knew they wouldn’t like half-breeds or their allies.”

               “Wherever he is, he better be ready,” Y/N said.  “He has fucked with the wrong half-breed.”

#orm marius #ormmarius #orm marius x reader #king orm #king orm x reader #ormseries2

[lolotheparagon]

What Each G3 Pony Thinks of Scarecrow

Scootaloo: HES THE BEST!! He’s super scary, super smart, super cool and just SUPER EVERYTHING! I was the only pony out of my friends who liked scary stuff so I’m so psyched to have a friend I have something in common with! And to think this all started from me making a wish for a live scarecrow. We both try to scare people on the street which is really easy for me cos for some reason, I scare everyone in Gotham. Mr Crane says it’s because they can’t comprehend talking ponies. Weird. Anyway, Mr Crane may be a grump, but I bet having seven ponies to look after must be pretty hard. He always makes time for me though! He says I’m his no 1 henchpony and calls me Ragnarök! Which means natural disasters or something. Either way it’s cool! He’s the best boss ever and I hope he likes this new butterfly bomb I came up with!

Cheerilee: I thought he was a stinky old man at first, but we’ve got a lot more in common than I thought! For a scarecrow, he’s actually very smart! Which is strange, cos I thought scarecrows have no brains. Well, that shows what I know! Mr Crane has taught me loads of subjects like psychology, complex math and biology. Ponyville’s library doesn’t have any knowledge like this. It is a little hard to wrap my head around at times but it is worth it to rub it in Scoot’s face hehe. Mr Crane would make a very good teacher, if he didn’t look like a stitched up skeleton

Rainbow Dash: I know he doesn’t get my love of fashion and that’s totes understandable. He’s old. I mean have you SEEN that cloak?! Major frump alert! And pee-uw! does his breath stink! But he’s cool, as long as you don’t put him in a bad mood. But that won’t stop me from putting him in a dress! He is long overdue for a makeover!

Pinkie Pie: I don’t know if he’s our boss or our dad but either way, it’s nice to have someone to look up to. I may be the leader of my friends, but Im still a pony. So I can always rely on Mr Crane for advice. But he has a very weird sense of what’s right and wrong and I’m gonna criticise the heck out of that! I’ve never seen Mr Crane laugh, but when he does, it’s nice to see! But he’s never happy regularly when he’s around us. Sometimes I don’t know if he likes us very much… I try to cheer him up with a surprise party, but Mr Crane doesn’t like parties. Says they’re too loud. Doesn’t like the colour pink either. He does save us from Riddler’s bullying and protects us from people in Gotham throwing stuff at us, he’s very polite and says he “likes” us. So thats good!

Sweetie Belle: He can be a bit mean and grumpy but I think he’s very nice deep down. After all, he gives us toys, trips to the funfair and ice cream if we’re good! He also gave us such funny nicknames! I’m Pesticide! It’s also funny how he struggles to say our normal names without making a grumpy face! Haha Mr Crane is the funniest boss ever! Although I don’t get his whole scaring people thing with fear. I’m pretty sure he can scare people with how he looks already

Toola Roola: Its amazing how a scarecrow can be both magic and be really smart! He looks very scary but I guess that’s his job, isn’t it? And it kinda makes sense where he comes from. Gotham is a very gloomy place. Aw, I bet he misses it a little after being in Ponyville for so long. Maybe I’ll paint him a nice graveyard with lots of crows on it. That’ll cheer him up!

Starsong: You can tell he’s an old man cos he doesn’t know what TikTok is. Although it is so worth it cos his dancing is so silly, heehee! Good thing our babysitter whenever we visit Gotham, Barbara Gordon, knows all about TikTok and loves our dances! She has a beautiful singing voice! Oh yeah, we were talking about Mr Crane. Well, the only dancing he likes is the St Vitus’ dance. Why would a dance be named after a saint? That doesn’t sound very groovy…Mr Crane’s really weird.

Here is part 1.

#batman #crossover #g3 mlp #mlp g3.5 #starsong #g3 rainbow dash #g3 scootaloo #g3 pinkie pie #toola roola #g3 cheerilee #cheerilee #g3 sweetie belle #sweetie belle #arkham scarecrow #arkham knight #niche crossover #midnight ramblings #stuff I literally just wrote now and I’m tired #jonathan crane #the scarecrow

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Wonka (2023) Review

Anyone doubting Chalamet's singing abilities need look no further than his Tiny Horse skit on SNL from 2 years ago. All I'll say is you're welcome!

Plot: With dreams of opening a shop in a city renowned for its chocolate, a young and poor Willy Wonka discovers that the industry is run by a cartel of greedy chocolatiers.

Everyone scratched their heads upon the announcement that young Hollywood heartthrob Timothee Chalament was cast as the famous Roald Dahl chocolatier. Then when the trailer was released it did not instill much confidence either. Something was jarring about witnessing the usually brooding and stoic Dune/Call Me by Your Name actor acting quirky and silly. Comparisons to Gene Wilder and Johnny Depp were of course inevitable as this is the third attempt at adapting Dahl's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory children's book, so would Chalamet simply be attempting to portray a cheap knock-off of his predecessors, and what if Timmy simply lacks the Whimsy to play the silly little guy?

Turns out we had nothing to worry about, especially as we seem to have all forgotten that Wonka's directed by Paul King. You know, the guy behind those sweet Paddington films. Those movies are simply the most delightful and innocently sweet little things, featuring universal themes of kindness and embracing new things, featuring genuine laughs, moments that could make you cry, and an overall homage to recent and classic films. Less one forgets that Paddington 2 also holds the endorsement of no other than Nicolas Cage within The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent which goes out of its way to name-drop Paddington 2 and turns it into a running gag that helps members of the cast bond. With Wonka Paul King's magic feels right at home, as he delivers a warm old-fashioned musical extravaganza, that has the innocence and silliness of the Paddington films, mixed with the darker undertones from the Roald Dahl's classic.

Speaking of the musical aspect, the songs in this film are actually really lovely. Naturally, you have the returning remixes of 'Oompa Loompa' and 'Pure Imagination', but the new tracks are truly delightful, with Timothee Chalamet's singing on point, and the melodies very old-school, basking in their simplicity yet accompanying the capriciousness of the movie perfectly. The production design is great, with lots of colours that pop that should provide enough visual candy for the kids going to the movies this holiday season. The costumes also stood out, and I loved how Wonka's suit was an amalgamation of Wilder's and Depp's outfits. What shocks me is that the costume designer here Limmy Hemming is the same one behind Nolan's The Dark Knight. Such different looks, but then again if you change Willy's jacket from red to purple there are similarities to the Joker outfit...

In regards to Chalamet's Wonka - he's solid. Would a different actor maybe have been a better choice? Probably, however, Timothee manages to deliver a high level of quirk through his enunciation and movements, with his Wonka innocent to a fault, and morally pure. The supporting cast is full of comedians who take turns stealing scenes. Hugh Grant's Oompa Loompa is an uncanny highlight that takes a while to appear and is absolutely worth the wait. Paterson Joseph excels at playing a full-on pantomime villain complimented by Matt Lucas and Matthew Baynton to make for a delightfully evil trio. An entertaining pairing of Olivia Colman and Tom Davis results for an awkward yet at times hilarious double-act, and amusing yet under-used turns from Keegan Michael-Key and Rowan Atkinson leave you wanting more.

Wonka is an easily digestible and polished family movie for the holiday season that is a rare example of a prequel that justifies its existence. I would say that the comedy doesn't always land and felt as if Paul King and the team were held a bit back with how absurd they were willing to go. I don't know, it feels like putting Mr. Bean and a runaway giraffe together in a church could have led to wilder results than what we are ultimately given. Maybe it's remembering Tim Burton's brand of humour that felt more satirical than this fairly tame Wonka. I'm aware many audiences have mixed opinions on the Tim Burton Charlie & the Chocolate Factory, however myself and my fiancee watched it a few months back and found it to be absolutely hilarious! Also, Christopher Lee as a despicable angry dentist who hates chocolate was just *chef's kiss*. As for Wonka? Well, everyone needs a little willy in their life... I'm of course talking about the movie and nothing else!

Overall score: 7/10

#wonka 2023 #wonka movie #wonka #timothee chalamet #2023 #paul king #2023 in film #2023 films #movie #film #wonka review #keegan michael key #olivia colman #hugh grant #matt lucas #paterson joseph #mathew baynton #rowan atkinson #sally hawkins #comedy #musical #adventure #family #roald dahl #charlie and the chocolate factory #movie reviews #film reviews #cinema #2023 movies #paddington

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Does anyone have anything abot actul UA for the two ? ( first year Shinya, 3rd year Best Jenist ) as a friendship or anything, you're telling me that all of

you are about to ignore the 15 years old Edgeshot with his tiny smile and hair thing AND the 18 years old Best Jeanist with his uniform thing and being the one who made handcrafts club ?

I want headcanons

Oh? You want headcanons, I have headcanons~ >:)

I always have headcanons for these two- and I just so happen to have been writing notes for their UA years as you sent this, so here we go~

So, edgeshot and jeanist in their UA years? I got you.

Tsunagu made the handicrafts club, thought that it would be a nice opportunity for aspiring heroes to hone other skills that could be useful for a hero to have - as well as just simply having fun while they can.

He was the club president, yes, but no one seemed to show any interest in the club. Or, when they did, it was simply brushed off as “boring” or a “waste of time”

So he was alone for a while, until a certain lil ninja shows up, looking for the club president saying that he wanted to join. And so a very fun friendship begins~

It starts off awkward, not many words are exchanged between the two, but they both kinda bond over being the “slightly odd, weird fashion sense, most likely quite a loner” type.

After getting to know each other a little more, thats when the fun happens.

Shinya would think ‘this is a respected upperclassman and I’ve heard and seen quite a lot about him, but he seems different to how people say he is. And he has a sense of humour that is so strange but weirdly comforting.’

Tsunagu would think ‘that first year has so much potential. Though most see him as cold and quiet, I think there’s a little glimpse of mayhem and a love for fun in those eyes.’

Tsunagu introduces Shinya to knitting and sewing things together, and Shinya teaches Tsunagu origami!

They make loads of tiny little keychains, plushies, trinkets, and charms together and have fun as they let their collectively odd imaginations run wild and talk about various topics and interests.

Tsunagu even asks Shinya to help him with the club posters, to try and make it more catchier for people to join.

Though, deep down, they were actually happy if it would stay the two of them, because never before had either of them been able to have this much fun with an actual friend before.

When Tsunagu asks Shinya about his ninja theme, Shinya gets worried that he’ll be ridiculed yet again, but! Tsunagu simply shrugs and says that “its good to have a theme to stick to as a hero. You will have a namesake and a style for people to look out for and recognise”

When Tsunagu sheepishly reveals his hero name, Shinya simply laughs and says “it may seem silly now, but when the time comes when that name gets seen as a sign of hope and safety and joy for the people, it’ll become a name that means so much more.”

but.

thats enough of that

we need the silly Shenanigans-

You’re gonna look at these two idiots and tell me that they didn’t get up to trouble? No no.

The two members of the handicraft club, who wind up being popular around school for simply the Strange Shit that they get into.

There’s the time they ran out of supplies, causing them to sneak into the school’s supply closet and then proceed to get stuck in there- only for a faculty member to find them attempting to knit their way out.

Or the time where they got locked in school after dark, because they were busy discussing “latest weird fashion trends of the year” and ranking them- and didn’t notice the time.

This led to them taking the time to explore the school and being found in the morning by one of the teachers. They got in trouble. Again.

Or the multiple times where the handicrafts club turned into various sparring sessions.

Or recovery girl being absolutely sick of the two of them, for the amount of times they showed up, needing medical assistance because of something stupid they did. “It’s only a handicraft club???” “Arts and crafts can be very intense.”

Or maybe even the time that Tsunagu was so determined to make it to the club, that he ran from his internship, scaled the fucking walls and climbed through the classroom window, only to notice he was in the wrong room, and then proceed to jump out of the window, swing like fucking spider-man into the club room window, crash into Shinya and end up giving himself a nosebleed bc the teacher opened the door and he slammed his face into it.

(He’s an idiot)

cue these types of conversations with teachers:

“Hakamata, can you tell me why the desks are upside down?” “..we were....testing how strong the glue was....?” “....get them down.”

“Can you two tell me why there are paper cranes everywhere?” “...we had lots of spare paper?” “...”

“Kamihara, I thought this was a handicraft club- why is Hakamata on fire?” “He’s testing fireproof fabrics for his hero costume!” “oh my god, just put him out-” 

And so on so forth.

That is all I have in me to write down as of now, but I hope these hcs serve you well dear anon.

I have plenty of hcs for these two in UA relating to my personal backstory hcs for them too, so if anyone ever wants to know those I’m happy to write them out :)

#bnha #eclair responds?! #eclair rambles a bit :) #edgeshot #best jeanist #shinya kamihara #tsunagu hakamada #mha #bnha headcanons #edgejeanist #they were buddies #and they caused problems #and got into trouble #and are idiots #<3333 #thank you for sending an ask #i am always over the moon to write out hcs for these two #:))))) #im not proofreading this so sorry for any mistakes #im in the middle of trying to finish about 3 different writing wips/fic chapters #hee hoo

[ventrue-in-control]

Jackie Mczyne

since I never made one before cuz im bobo the fool

Name: Jackie Emanual Abdul Mczyne Pronouns: he/him they/them age: 25 forverer but 68 in total Nationality: British-Tanzanian Species: Vampire (VTM) Clan: Ventrue Sect: Camarilla Location: Andover (primarily) and Swindon (secondary) Personality: egotistical anarchistic idiot Partner: @misericorsalvator Sire: @keeper-of-lions Notes: This man is a germaphobe and has a bit of OCD. Also can NOT handle physical toutch what so ever. If he was a bird he would be an impundulu

There are no specific rules for interacting with my blog! Just dont be focking racist cuz ill feed your kidneys to the dogs

THINGS ARENT TAGGED SO BE WARNED OF GORE BLOOD AND WHAT HAVE YA NOT you can of course ask me to tag certain things I will appologize because I may very well forget orz plz do remind me.

More rambles under the cut off

You've unlocked the extra rambles! congrats! Im so sorry as this may just be incomprehensible

first of all Hi! Im birdy, 24 years old, a black trans animator from the netherlands. I do da drawing and da makin of da gaymes. I stream on twitch you are always free to reach out to me here in DM's or else on discord The-Nerdy-Birdy#0918 <- JUST BE AWARE I was terrible social anxiety and I may be slow to respond THAT'S NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU PLEASE KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU Im just silly :3 and have my moments. I promise ya tho I love to talk and ramble.

WITH THAT OUTTA THE WAY MY BOI OH HOW I LOVE HIM SO HE CAN SOMETIMES BE A BIT OF A BITCH AND I AM SORRY. HE CAN BE MEAN. ITS JUST A CHARACTER THOUGH BUT IF I EVER GO TOO FAR LET ME KNOW PLEASE I DONT WANNA HURT NOBODY

anyways, quick summary about jackie.

Jackie went through a lot in his living years! going through the 50s to the 80s as a black man in the uk certainly was something! He used to be a genuine sweet and caring kid and now he still cares but hes very jaded by the world. He used to be part of the british black panther party and he has many opinions bout stuff and politics! but he has quited down quite a bit after his embrace.

he has a bit of a shortfuse cuz folk keep threathening him and hurting him so he is quite defensive. sadly he does not have the brains to see yet that he himself also hurts people and he should be a bit nicer to folk sometimes!

He cares tons about his friends and those who he considers fam. he does not enjoy seeing folk get hurt but.... if push comes to shove he will always choose himself. hes all he has. and all he can rely on and nobody is worth destroying himself over. atleast he'd like to think that. he does however often finds himself choosing his friends over himself and he hates it.

EHHHH FASHION WISE. He basically runs a GIANT company called SALMON which both makes ready to wear as haute couture. he is not the sole designer of it al. but he is most well known. he is a bit of a control freak with his company (not much better outside it either) so he will pick up more work than he should resulting in him always stressing about something.

he has many other companies also and a whole buncha other lore PLEASE ASK ME BOUT ME BOI HE IS ALMOST 10 YEARS OLD AND HE MEANS A LOT TO ME.

EHHH IDK WAT ELSE TO ADD SO U GET SMALL FUN FACTS!

Jackie is terrified of moths his handwriting is actually a perfect typewriter font he is really good at math! unlike me! cant see shit without his glasses was part of the british black panther movement HIS FEEDING RESTRICTION IS FOR ME TO KNOW AND YOU TO FIGURE OUT TEEHEE He wishes to become prince someday fave color is salmon of course.

HAVE SOME MORE ART OF HIM ALSO

HIS COTERIE BTW HOW COULD I FORGET! He is actually from a still active chronicle! though I most things on dash arent like canon lol In order the characters are: Tommy Riley Jackie Ada and Chris. they all hate each other and they has an awful time together :)

#long post #ooc #because i litterally cannot stfu #cuz im silly :3 and I love my boi a lot #IM ALSO SORRY AS I DIDNT SPELL CHECK IT AND I HAVE SCATTERBRAIN SO THIS MAY NOT EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE AT ALL #I AM LITTERALLY SO SORRY FOR ANYONE WHO DECIDES TO READ THIS

[that0nefangi1rlinyourarea]

MY OCS, MY FANDOM! MEET THE SQUAD!

MEET THE GANG!

MY SONA, ME! Relly “Chelle” Orchids: A young feminine lad who plays the violin. Joined the Depths of Scrolls Tournament which to fight for a ‘special’ prize and Agreement of Odds which were filled with tourney fighters of any race, humans, monsters, gods, creatures of any thing. Their group was formed in the AoO era. She works by a 5-Star bar at night time after her shift of killing in the tournament finishes. The bar holds performances for Chelle to participate in. Every contestant can join in no riot nor discord, literally. It’s only in morning they fight.She’s sweet, a darling, a gentle, polite, and innocent lady to talk to and meet. The way she dresses defines her, an elegant woman of fashion. The very first man she met was a sailor.. A zombie sailor. They formed an alliance to become independent and meet knew people along the way. The sailor was with a cyborg teen. They fought with eachother throughout the tourney and had eachother’s backs no matter what. She always has this cherry blossom perfume.. And oh! Chelle is rich, she gets paid good. She has a large white mansion. Chelle has a gardening/flower/plant and plushie addiction, so expect to see those in her home. Just saying, this lady is very talented and polite. Other than the violin, she can play the lyre, ukelele, piano, guitar, and flute, but she only mainly uses her violin since it her favorite instrument. She can also sing, of course! Everytime she’s outside, she always wields her violin case and her large black parasol with her! Her little Nintendo looking robot always trails behind her, irritated as it was. It’s name was Beepzkii. An assistant who’s intelligent and gullible.

AN OLD IMAGE OF BEEPZKII AND CHELLE:

Her way of fighting goes like this: She might seem calm when attacked, then she opens her parasol infront of the enemy's eyes, blinding them. The tip of her large black parasol was VERY sharp, so it DOES cause pain to people. After that, the enemy might mistake her still being behind the parasol, but noooo! She's gone! Well, actually, she jumped really high on the air. She jumps, raising her skirt up to exchange her violin case to her beloved sniper. The weapon was strapped onto her thigh real tight, hoping it wont really fall and she'd make fun of herself out in the tourney.  Her knee-high socks secretly have some ammo an bullets in them if she loses any, so she just reloads her sniper mid air. Then after that silliness, she does a spin in the air, preparing to shoot and aiming for either the head or the chest, or just any part just hoping it'll injure them in some other way. Even if she lands, she doesnt care if her skirt was still raised up and her underwear could be seen because of the wind and the motion of falling, to her its a live or death situation. She was smart for her tactics, only planning it herself! She WOULD use her violin to fight too, just depends!

The zombified sailor, The Mariner: A charming, handsome, and flirtatious zombie sailorman.. Well, it’s quite hard to tell if he was a zombie. He was very pale white, his right arm having a scar. He and his crew got eaten by a whale in one of his expeditions and as a revenge to his opposing enemy, his father. The crew was eaten alive, yet him and his father were left, he killed him as to avenge his mother’s task and quest for the young boy after being a street urchin for so long. (He was starving, so he ate his father.) Surprisingly, after 1,220 years (he was 23 that time), the whale died and exploded in the ocean, him arriving to the island of the tourney, a tournament for humans, mythical creatures, creatures, and anything, the Agreement of Odds. He was insane and handsome for a man like him. He looks the same age to when he died, a charming young man he is. He’s talented himself, he can sing really good and can compose a song for any woman he loves. After a breakup with his Ex-gf after finding out she cheated on him and stole his unreleased music and singing it to the man that the girl was cheating on, he was ballistic. He was mad and pissed, as if he wasted a lot of time on writing love songs for her, A LOT of love songs. He can woo any woman and play with their feelings if he wanted to, yet chose not too since he knew what it felt to be played around. He can write poems and sonnets under a span of 1 minute if you asked him to, he dedicates his heart to what he writes. When he was walking the streets after the breakup, he meets this woman with long spiky raven hair and a white turtleneck with long black skirt. He was still pissed, but after walking and chatting with her, he figures they were both going to the same place, a bar by the block. He learnt that she works as a special musician there which amazed him and they talk about collaborating in singing. After some weeks, he never saw her again which led him to missing her, yet going on to do the quest he was tasked by his mother. Who knows he’ll meet her again, the sweet lady he met last time. This happened before the whale incident, which indicates he was still a human when she met this mysterious lady. He’s a professional mariner and sailor by the sea. He can only play the guitar after learning how to play it when he was still a human. Most of the women loved and had a crush on him in the town he once lived before at even if he was poor. He was making money by singing and all, and by cleaning the church at night.  After joining the tournament and getting washed over by the sea of the tourney island, he meets this cyborg girl who was cocky and hyper. To him, she was very annoying. Once they got along and agreed to make an alliance, they were walking on the streets at night not until he spots someone who looked familiar to him.. This pretty lady who was holding a violin case and a closed parasol. They walked up to her and she was quite nice, he likes it.. Again, he felt familiar, her scent, her smile, and her face, yet he couldn’t wrap a finger on who it was. He just shrugged it off and became allies with her, developing a small crush on her as time went on. His way of fighting: He uses his slick words to woo the person, man or woman, whatever. Or maybe he also uses the appeal of him just a ‘weak and mere’ human being, appearing as weak and revealing as a zombie. He fights them with a large rusty machete which was meant for him and was brought with him inside the whale, and an oldschool revolver he uses. He’s skilled and can come up with a fighting strategy on spot.

Pvt. General Ivan “Eva” His statue was dedicated for a real general who used to rule the island where the tournament was always held at. He took part in everything and won every fight and war he went through with a straight and stoic face. It was slightly poorly made, the statue being officially finished made in 1932. 7 months and 3 days was all it took. Gathering of resources was hard to do, because, again, the island was poor before. Well, not until someone had to revise and recreate the islet to become better and successful and lose the title of poverty in their name. He died in the age of 31 as a human in war and in sacrifice. The living statue roams the streets and takes care of the city by night time. His soul was trapped in that special statue dedicated to him. Yes, he can move at daylight, but just stays at the stage he was supposed to be at. Despite his pale skin and military attire, he's tall and his hair color was just like that when he was born, a pale blonde color. He ruled the place with bravery and pure leadership. A historic figure the island couldn't ever forget no matter what. He joined the tourney to avenge some old soldiers he was bestfriends with, that explains his cold personality. Yes, he’s still a bachelor, no wife, no girlfriends, nothing. Just his job in patrolling and defending the island was his main thing in life. He used to be carefree and sweet, yet it all changed after this one specific war, a planned massacre from a different country. He was traumatized, so he bottled everything up to himself as time went by. He was a true gentleman himself, respecting women. He used to do those sweet ball dancing with a woman he used to love before, yet hearing the news she died had made him very lonely. As he was patrolling, he sees a group of 3. He was suspicious of them so he told the three to halt. They were pleading him to join their alliance, he just scoffs and rolls his eyes. He didnt want to join, yet their group had potential in succeeding together in battle, so he just joined. He felt irritated for the first day, but as the weeks pass by, he softened up to them and accepted them just like how they accepted him as he was welcomed as the 4th group member. He was very close to Chelle and Mariner, seeing them as new bestfriends in his life which he was happy about. His way of fighting: Well, hes the first one to approach the person who he’s going to fight. His stature and aura would make ANYONE feel uneasy. Even if he was a statue, he was quick and flexible, almost as if he was human. He can either fight with his gun or hand to hand. His fists are incredibly hard and heavy, saying that if he hits you in the head, your head will immediately bleed because of it.. Interesting..

Cloudoob “Hex” Viper: An insane hyperactive teen who’s website lover. She’s the type to love vibrant colors and the 2000′s style. She AGAIN used to be human. She was tortured and scientists took lab tests on here that were painful. They removed her ears and replaced it with some designed ones that looked like headphones, I mean, the replaced one was better, it can hear anything, even a whisper. She can adjust the volume in her head. She was also added with a USB tail, containing EVERY memory she had, pictured and videos. You can access these memories if she allows you to plug it in a laptop, yet you have to gain her trust. In her human times, age of 5,, she used to have straight black hair and she used to be calm and collected, unlike her short sharp hot pink hair and her snarky smug attitude now, Online, she’s known as a fangirl. Her green goggles are very hi-tech and can detect anything. She came with a LARGE hammer which was named HammerBot, but to her, she calls it Bottie. Bottie is the opposite of Cloud. Bottie’s a he, he was programmed to have a male AI voice which glitches. The first person she met was the Mariner and agreed to have an alliance with him after begging for God knows how much. Her whining was very annoying for Mariner, so he just gave in. IMAGE OF BOTTIE:

He can have hissy fits sometimes if Cloud does something insane or stupid. He’s mature and is the upper hand in their friendship. He is a digital hammer, the scientists who took tests on her were the ones who made it specially for her. The stickers and the designs were soon then added by Cloudoob since it fits her. Surprisingly, Bottie allowed her to do it after losing a bet they made.He can hover around and float. Her way of fighting: It comes in different ways and different tactics. Since Bottie can float, he can be of ambush to the enemy while Cloud distracts them with her annoying personality which mostly works. When she wields Bottie, she becomes stronger. They’re both digital, Cloudoob being a cyborg. The waves of energy and internet comes in between them and Cloud can be much more faster and crazier. The hit of Bottie is very painful and heavy, so becareful in pissing him off or making Cloudoob angry!

The Streetsweeper: Ah yes. Little German boy. This boy is 11 and is a HUGE ALCOHOLIC. He prefers beer a lot. His accent is very heavy. He was in poverty ever since he was 3. He knows how to defend himself, infact, hes very independent and responsible. He earns little money everyday after serving his whole soul everyday just to sweep the streets and MAN. IT’S VERY CLEAN, almost like he was born to sweep the streets. Oh yeah, since he’s a heavy drinker, he rarely gets drunk because he’s VERYYYY VERYYYYY used to it. Yep. He sometimes smokes, but he prefers drinking to keep himself stable. Sometimes, he also cleans people’s windows and resell milk from his supplier. He really is trying his best to gain money. The boy needs SOAP IN HIS MOUTH!! He cusses most of the time, mostly in his language. He knows a little of English, but he mixes English with German words and phrases. He can also sew, after learning how to do so when he was 7. He is skilled and hardworking if you do ask me. He really loves his country with full heart and would kick ass in the tourney for it. He doesn’t trust anyone after his parents died, he really doesnt. Not until he meets this one girl who was 12. She always encounters the German boy as she passes through the streets to wander to the nearest famous library. Every time he sees her wave and smile, he would snicker and mumble something bad about her under his breath then taking a sip from his beer and then going back to sweeping. The Streetsweeper then gained the courage and shouted at her for always waving and being nice to him for no reason. She just replies with a sentence that says that she just did it because it was her then she walked away. He was shocked and pretty much felt bad and decided to apologize to the girl by his age with glasses. The next day came and he gifted her 2 fresh roses he saw as he was working. He was very shy and rough when he said his sorry, it was because he wasnt used to it EVER. She forgave him and then they’d hang out. The boy was gaining a crush on her as months came. She introduced him to their group filled with contestants. He didnt trust them and still was being mad angry and pissed no matter what, but he warmed up to them soon. His way of fighting: He uses his LARGE ASS BROOM to fight. His hits are hard to dodge, he was training for this moment. He can take a ton of hits at the enemy and knocking them fainted, yet not killing him. The poor boy would just flee once they’re fainted, never to be seen ever again by the contestant who dared to fight the little German alcoholic.

Chellby Orchids: The younger sister of Chelle, 12 years old. She is observant and smart. She likes reading books, especially novels. She usually gets permission from Chelle if she could go to the local library and she was allowed. The necklace which had a heart on it was given by her mother, (WHOS STILL ALIVE), to remember as she was keeping watch of her older sister if she was doing all right. She always sends letters to her mom every month and tell what’s happening to the both of them. She’s a spectator, not a competitor. As she was walking, she always sees this streetsweeper with a bottle of beer on his hands all the time. She always gives him a small wave and smile, then continuing on to walking to the library. This encounter happens almost everyday, and the German decided to approach her and yell, her responding to him with a specific sentence to which made him shock. The next day came and she saw him again. Chellby asked what’s wrong and he immediately shoved 2 roses in her face and said sorry in German. He was flustered, yet still mad. She accepted it and always met up with the poor boy. She introduced him to the crew and she made him join. The boy she met now felt welcomed, and deep inside her, she was developing feelings for him yet chose not to say it to anyone, not even her sister.

Mr. Calamity: The wonky and silly magician! Powerful, a wizard he was. He has this company named ‘CALAMITY ENTERTAINMENT’. Yes, he was also a comedian. Well, he’s not really insane despite how he looks. He’s a goofy guy whose limbs stretch to the fullest extent and his head can fall off. Yes, you heard me right. He works a part time job in his little show company of his and killing. Hes the 50/50 of dumb and smart. He’s pretty innocent, and can sometimes be teasing. His teasing can be seen as charming to people, yet he just doesnt know what he was actually saying, like, he doesnt get it. He carries a large ass magician wand to perform tricks which he memorized from this one book which was as thick as a whole story novel and a dictionary. It’s really impressive to how he memorized some spells which were both strong and dangerous. He is a charming tall and lanky man of his age, a young man indeed. When he was walking and humming to himself, a charming sweet lady saw him and recognized him, same for the magician. They both recognized eachother since they were both famous as hell. They decided to be friends and the lady asked him if he wanted to join their squad, and he said HELL YEAHH!! Why not?  His way of fighting: He first makes his opponent see him as some spectator or staff, trying to confuse them even if the enemy knows he was lying. He tries to start a talking argument, yet he DOES have something in his sleeve, meaning he knows what he was doing. And with his hands behind his back, he performs a magic trick of whatever to the person, duelling them mid-talk.

I HOPE U GUYS LIKE MY OCS!! U GUYS CAN ASK THEM QUESTIONS OR DRAW THEM IF YOU WANT, THEY’RE FROM MY OWN OCT!!!

BAI BAI

#ocs #oclore #lawoftalos #endzone #chimbleysweep #lawoftaloschimbley #happybirthday #yipee #chimbley #pleasedontmindtheseocttagsijustneedpeopletoseeit #fandom #fandomlore #MYOCSARESILLYYYY #ChimbleyxRelly

[aecholapis]

If there was ever a new Brave show, what would you want it to be about/what would you want it to involve?

Oh, what I wouldn't give to see a new Brave emerge from the depths of Sunrise's animation studios. But the chances are slim, infinitesimal even, microscopic to the point that I've given up hope to see some kind of series revival one day. At least we're still getting figurines and HD Blu-Ray remasters of the animes, but that's pretty much it.

What we are left with is our imagination and perseverance and thankfully, some fans have those attributes in abundance. I'm not going to call them out by name - you all know who you are and you should know your efforts are greatly appreciated by this small fandom.

Some of them have made a great effort to come up with new ideas for their own original shows that have sprung from their imaginations and they are kind enough to share it with the world. As someone who loves reading about pretty much any thing and everything relevant to the media I'm obsessed with at that time, I also love reading about other people's take on the already existing and well-established fictional worlds.

I've already mentioned my own and the OCs that are part of it, but to be honest, this is not exactly the direction I would take the franchise if I had a say in it. There are many great ways one could revive the Yuusha series and my own silly idea of a story is not it. There are too many themes that don't fit with the overall tone of the series - it needs to be as light-hearted, emotional and thrilling as the original one... which it isn't.

I'll list the answer to your ask under the cut if it's alright with you.

First of all, one thing that I would love to see is a way for the producers to link the shows together. It can either be done with little easter eggs or references to the old shows,

There is a reason why almost all Braves follow a pattern in terms of plot progression and action and I think they should bring that back. The monster-of-the-week format has worked well with almost every series and while it's definitely not the perfect way of storytelling, it makes for fun times.

Let the villains be silly, give them control over some ridiculouly huge thing and watch them decimate the protagonists with it until they learn its attack patterns and defeat it with the power of friendship. It wouldn't hurt if they did it once or twice every ten episodes.

We need more villains who are evil for the sake of it. They don't need a thorough reason to destroy the universe. And give us our beloved morally grey rivals/antiheroes turned allies back, please.

Nowadays I feel that most characters aren't as colorful as they used to be, but not here, nuh-uh! They need to have at least two primary colors in their frame (RYB, RGB or CYMK, doesn't matter which one) as long as they wear it with pride. Example: my man Draias is a walking fashion disaster, yet he doesn't care about his appearance and I love him for it.

I want the Braves to originate from

✨ s p a c e ✨

not Earth, thank you. While I don't have anything against human-made robots or those who were created by our planet's nature, the thought of them being aliens is so much cooler.

The OST would be a banger for sure.

Another thing I want to see is a more in-depth exploration of the themes and issues they deal with. BPJD had its fair share of addressing themes that are usually targeted at older viewers rather than the actual target audience of pre- and elementary schoolers. I don't want that to get lost in a new show. Children are just as capable of understanding and dealing with heavy themes if they are offered an explanation for everything they might not fully comprehend.

While I don't like humans in robot media in general, BPJD was probably the only show where I think they handled them well. THe human side characters weren't as prominent as they had been in the previous and following Braves. The robots were finally in the spotlight and got the development they desperately needed. Yuuta and Deckerd had a unique bond, they were like siblings and that was so wonderfully presented that I couldn't help but like their pure, albeit codependent relationship.

More platonic relationships. More focus on friendships. More familial love and found family. More bromances, more womances. The same amount of explosions and action.

And please let everyone be normal about women, GGG Final was just. No. (I love you, Anryuu, but the rest of the cast were done dirty)

As for the plot, anything would work. Aliens invade the Earth, philanthrophic Braves come to defend it. Maybe they've been fighting the other guys for a long while, maybe they haven't. What matters is that it should be something that makes sense for a Yuusha show.

And give them badass designs, please.

#ask game #cyber streak 2 asks #thank you for asking! #i think i left some things out but you can probably guess where i'm going with this. i just want a new show #is that too much to ask for? #sunrise. please

[diagonal-queen]

HELLO AGAIN! ITS ME, NIGHTGOWN ANON (IG)! Poe ideas omg. I don't know the man well, but I LOVE HIS DESIGN and i see you love him too! I'm more of a ranpo fan but POEEE these are just general headcannons/ideas for gn/fem s/o 🤷‍♀️ if you want you can add on! i'm just sharing my thoughts :)

- You guys spend hours together talking and browsing dress magazines. not only that, but you guys talk about old fairytales and their dresses :) OR ITS JUST HIM AND HE SPENDS HOURS SPENDING TIME ON WHICH DRESS WOULD FIT YOU BEST

- I heard you mention sugar baby? YOU ARE DEF HIS SUGAR BABY OMG. Him on the first date: ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ Look i bought you [insert expensive crap]! You: ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)

- Wait what if it was you dating him for his BANK but you just started falling in love with the baby boy?? OR REVERSE (which idk how that would work)

- Poe being frusterated at his desk, writing stories to outwit Ranpo at 1AM and sleepy you just nodding along while petting Karl

- Okay hear me out: You have a pet and Karl and your pet get along so they have playdates. Poe uses this as an excuse to get closer to you, and then like you start dating OVER YOUR PETS <3

- Haha you know the song "popipo" imagine you just start calling poe that and hes just like: man wtf

- Head empty only Poe.

haha ill let you know if i have any more bsd ideas because your writing is AMAZING! VERY GOOD 10/10 <3 AGAIN MY LOVE STAY HYDRATED AND HAVE FUN!! ❤️

HELLO NIGHTGOWN ANON (that name is so funny to me skjsksjsjs) AAAAAAAA I LOVE ALL OF THESE!!!! ALSO YES ALWAYS PLEASE DO COME STRAIGHT BACK HERE IF YOU HAVE ANY MORE IDEAS BECAUSE THESE ARE STELLAR

okay so now i really wanna write a fic where you start dating poe for his money (or for a mission or something, maybe agent!reader who's investigating remnants of the guild idk lol) but then you fall in love with him and it's gonna be fluffy but also angsty okay. i need to make an ao3 account. i've read some stuff there but i've never actually posted, so if i ever post stuff there i'll link it here <3 but yeah either way, he would absolutely spend WAYYY too much on the first date.

as for the dress thing, if you're like me and think old fashioned fancy dresses are just gorgeous, he would get some tailored for you and write you a scenario where you could wear them, like an old ball or something. when it comes to poe's 'i must destroy ranpo' agenda you're gonna have to be the mother of the couple. Give him a bedtime and make him shower and give him a time limit for writing because he will not stop otherwise.

i have unfortunately come to learn that it is illegal to own a raccoon where i'm from. however i do have a puppy who would square up against karl for absolutely no reason because she's just silly like that <3 also they would become partners in crime for sure. poe WILL use this as a reason to hang out with you more. he sees the animals getting along as some kind of foreshadowing because writer

change your ringtone to popipo and be like 'hey edgar call my phone rq' and watch his face just 😦 when that song starts playing on your phone he's like 'wh. what is this music' asjkjdaskkhsfhh bonus points if you show ranpo this exact thing because he would find it HILARIOUS

okay this got too long too quick. i am very inspired at this moment. i shall start mass producing poe wips immediately

#dia's discourse #thoughts: nightgown anon #edgar allan poe bsd #headcanons

[femmascthing]

A post dedicated to Noel and Caron as parents because I don't talk about it nearly enough (In relation to my fankid fic thing I don't have a name for it yet. It is ALSO talking abt Oscar having adopted a child and Slug and Toad also having adopted a child!) (But also discussing the dynamics of the families and general others)

How the hell were Carter and Athena born? Who the fuck knows! Anyway. Caron isn't good with children in the slightest, but also some kids will just instantly cling to him (Like Oscar's adopted daughter, Amelia, who thinks Caron is super cool). Noel is good with children, however due to being an only child she isn't sure what it's like to take care of them. Athena's appearance is based off of my interpretation of a human Caron, and Carter's is based off of Noel's. However, Athena has her mom's personality and Carter has his father's. Specifically, Athena's personality resembles her mother in the early parts of the game and Carter's resembles his father's at that same time. So they argue a lot. Like a lot. Especially since the story starts when they are 15, entering grade 10. Athena is popular, appearance focused and stubborn, and Carter is studious, also popular but not as much, and is nearly always stressed. I forgot to mention. Hunter exists here! He somehow still looks like he is in his 30s despite Noel being in around her 40s, and him being 15 years older than her. How? He's just silly like that (Its actually relevant to the story itself) He's really close with his sister, especially since he has two nieces and one nephew. When Python or Jewel aren't taking care of Giselle, he's taking her to Build-a-Bear or the aquarium. More so considering Noel has returned to work. Caron isn't very fond of Hunter, he thinks he's weird and that is only encouraged by how he either smells awfully of blood and death OR really heavy perfume. Noel doesn't mind it, she's used to both. Caron does the majority of the housework and parenting during the work day due to him not being summoned often, leaving him with so much spare time. He's secretly Giselle's favourite, simply because he lets her get away with a lot. (Evil 4-5 year old lol) Oscar works as a security guard for a popular nightclub that Noel once frequented in her 20s and early 30s, and spends all of his free time with his daughter Amelia. They're extremely close, Amelia even wanting to be just like her dad. Especially since him adopting her saved her from the awful orphanage she was in. Fugo spends time with her when Oscar's working, helping her with her homework the best he can. He lets her get away with a lot of shit, but she rarely acts out. He also takes care of Toad and Slug's kid when they're busy, named Micheal. Micheal is very shy (definitely picked it up from Slug) yet also extremely protective. He's two years younger than Amelia, who's 14, making him 12. They always ask their uncle if he has a job. He does, but he works exclusively at night. He doesn't disclose more details than that. Back to the twins, Carter and Athena are like any teenager in the way that their relationships with their parents are complicated. On one hand, Athena is a pianist who strives to be just like her mother, minus the limb and terrorism things. Carter wants to be famous for his intelligence and strengths, particularly in fashion and chemistry. On the other, Athena hates the rules she has to be under. The rules are understandable, however they're WAY more than any of her friends have. Carter feels like he'll forever be in his sister and parents' shadows. Both of them have extremely strong wills, to the point where they'll dive head first into danger if it'll benefit them. Despite their parents warning them.

#Charlottes rambling #fic: unnamed fankid one

[skittidyne]

just finished htkgamf (is that the best way to abbreviate it, it looks like a keysmash lol) & i'm in LOVE with this book and every character in it (sam and mirai are just the sweetest omg). can't wait for the rest of the series to fuck me up the way bbac did :D i do have two very silly questions 👀 1. are there official ship names yet. danaviv? vividana? isaam? saisaac? emiline? chrismile? brynmark? markja? help. 2. if the cast of ylg were in a hs volleyball au, which positions would they play?

you can abbreviate it as ylg (your local guides) for the series in general! as for specific books, good fucking luck with those acronyms hahaha

i'm so glad you've enjoyed it!! and the characters ;o; they're my babies obv. (sam and mirai are gonna be tied for the purest bffs. the other tied top place also involves sam.) the rest of the series will definitely get fucked-up-ening, because we have yet to introduce the angel, or the tariaksuq, or the antagonist romance! (i'm so excited for that because thomas is THIRSTY but also he has PLANS and too much pride)

for ship names - i've been referring to dana & viv just as vivdana most of the time (because i'm old-fashioned with ship names and viv definitely tops more than half the time), but i haven't given much thought to others! i'm gonna let the fandom hash that out. THAT SAID, emiline is the fucking cutest name.

OH BOY VOLLEYBALL

isaac would be a very borderline lazy energy-conserving setter just because it's too fucking funny not to fall into that. he wouldn't trust anyone else to serve to him, anyway.

dana would be a manager and everyone would be like YOU ARE SO TALL WHY???? but she'd be too self-conscious and nervous to play since she'd be a newbie and everyone else is So Skilled (they're not). she'd be very good at organizational things, though. and pretty much soccer mom levels of enthusiasm and aggressive support during a match.

you thought tendou as the guess monster was bad, just imagine mark ito, clairvoyant extraordinaire, as a middle blocker who is set on ruining your life

natalie as a setter who you absolutely CANNOT READ. she has no tells. you won't know where she's setting until the ball's halfway to its target. the other players on her team won't know, either, but it somehow works out.

viv is........ very short. and not fast or has jump height like hinata, so i don't see her as playing any position well, but by god she would TRY and she'd be super aggressive about trash-talking the other team, though. probably a benchwarmer. i don't know what kind of role she'd play, i guess a wing spiker but she'd be very focused on receiving and defense. i'm not sure she could clear the net with her jump at all.

megan is also very short but probably has jump height out of pure spite or something. they'd make a good decoy bc of how talkative and cute they are, so they're very distracting when they want to be. psychological torture time.

hammond is the best wing spiker out there but too humble to take the ace title. (actual reason: does NOT want the extra pressure.) he's tall and moves his body very well so he'd be a GREAT and very dependable point-getter. probably also blows kisses and winks and gives pet names to the other team.

rory (alive mode) would also be a mean middle blocker, because he's decently tall and has aggressive tendencies. also blows kisses and winks and gives (mean) pet names to the other team.

christine (alive mode) is the shortest member of the cast so she's. just there. she's like a mascot or something and is glad that she's out of the spotlight and doesn't have the pressure of being a main player.

emil is probably one of those jack of all trades, master of none type players! he's gangly-tall but a little awkward with his limbs, but quick enough that he could fill most roles decently.

thomas is the ace, of course, because he's good at everything!! it's his role in life. i'm sure he's very happy and stable with it.

codi is also an ace and somehow even scarier/her reputation is more intimidating than thomas is, despite having a lower overall average points per match/lower win ratio.

mirai is a decoy through sheer virtue of still not 100% knowing how to play and thus bringing utter chaos onto the court.

sam is just there to have fun and support his friends :)

#ask #starship--phoenix #how to put the romance back in necromancy #these were so fun to think about even if i went for the lowest hanging fruit on a couple of them #but dana being one of the tallest ppl and everyone going like WHO IS SHE WHAT PLAYER IS SHE #and she just sits down on the sides with a notebook open and everyone is FLABBERGASTED #it makes me laugh

[witchbcy]

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cell phone headcanons send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone Daiten. hes old fashioned and boring like that.

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone a sneaky picture he took from sometime they hung out and played minecraft together of daiten looking at the screen. or a very sweet and adorable partially cropped picture of her smiling into the camera and being silly, with witchboy just barely out of frame. it's clear its from a group photo of the two.

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone regular ass old timey rotary phone ring tone, just like everyone else because hes boring like that. sorry, daiten, no special ringtone for you either

- my muse’s last text to your muse " Look, I'm sorry I glued our hands together and all that but I still think I deserve some sympathy for only having one shoe at the moment. I have to go to work like this! I look ridicilous! How I glued it to the ceiling is irrelevant. "

#askbox ☆ #veroxins