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I felt like it was about time I gave Mario and Luigi an emotional support animal a new friend. So I figured why not bring a Yoshi into the mix? Now read my ramble explaining the Yoshi’s ENTIRE backstory! :’D
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Reasons Cale Henituse is the funniest motherfucker:
*People cheering for him in the streets* Hm. Don’t like that.
His self-proclaimed speciality is just disassociating on command
Someone: *helps him* Cale: *sighs* I guess I have to solve every problem you’ve ever had
When learning a language, memorised all the swear words before anything else
“I don’t like cats,” says Cale, holding two kittens tenderly, plotting a rebellion to instate a third cat as the new emperor
Single father of *checks notes* uh… 3 to 14 children,
All he wants is to retire to the country; can’t stop getting into international incidents
His relationship with the crown prince is basically: *points at each other* Bastard
Keeps telling people not to trust him while saving their asses from certain destruction
This loser thinks he’s ‘quiet’ and ‘good at keeping still’
Cale: *smiles gently* Everyone: oh god stop What the Fuck
‘Accidental Baby Acquisition’ trope but it’s ‘Accidental Family Acquisition’ and they’re all agents of chaos
“I heard you got hurt,” says a concerned child. “Yes, I coughed up blood.” Cale comforts, comfortingly.
[Girl hits on him] No thanks [Guy hits on him] No thanks
Everyone: you’re a good person Cale: incomprehensible, have a terrible day
Named his adopted son, a dragon, ‘Dragon’
Tells people to drink tea before pulling out something that will make them spray it everywhere like a cartoon
*to a 13 year old* No you can’t train to become a knight you’re too young *to a 5 year old* Alright tonight we’re gonna blow up an island and participate in the slaughter of half a race make sure to protect me well
His entire fucking backstory, like what? What???
Raon: I’ve only had this human for an hour and a half but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone on this continent and then myself Cale: That’s terrifying please stop talking
Never thinks, at any point, to tell anyone that he has a healing power
He’s THE most extra bitch. Orchestrates his b&e’s like he’s conducting an opera, always plans for maximum Dramatic Effect
*The crown prince doesn’t help in a terror incident* That’s fine because he’s weak. *Finds out he’s strong actually* Bastard??????
Gives his kids an extravagant allowance. Doesn’t let them spend it and buys everything for them instead
‘I should have just got beaten up’, Cale thinks, war waging around him. ‘That would be far less annoying.’
You are an anonymous professional assassin with a perfect reputation. You lead an ordinary life outside of your work. You’ve just been hired to kill yourself.
I absolutely love this! (≧▽≦)
The disciples of Qing Jing Peak weren’t stupid.
They were scholars in training, trained from the moment they had donned their peak’s colors to analyze the world around them. To see every flawless line in a painting. To find deeper meaning in every poem. To pick out each and every note flowing from a qin. They knew how to look, how to listen, how to see under the surface and find deeper meaning without letting their own preconceived notions distract them from what was truly there.
So it was really no wonder that they of all people were the only ones to realize their Shizun was different.
Oh on the outside he was largely unchanged. Still the same careful mask. Still the flowing robes and perfectly arranged hair. Still the ever present fans hiding all but his too sharp eyes.
But they knew how to look deeper.
They knew how to see.
Their new Shizun was a gentler soul than their old one.
It could be seen in the tightness around his eyes whenever one of them got hurt. It could be seen in fleeting smiles his fan wasn’t fast enough to cover when they did something he found amusing or adorable. It could be seen in the rarely granted head pats and gentle praise when one of them did well. His hands were always kind when they corrected sword forms or placements on the strings of a qin. His voice full of warmth as he lectured in front of their classes. His eyes danced with amusement when he teased them with such fondness that they never felt the sting of his words.
He was nothing like their old Shizun.
(And oh how some of them mourned their old teacher. How they pressed wet faces into pillows late in the night and wept silent tears for the man who still walked among them but was someone else entirely. Others spent those long dark nights battling relief and guilt in equal measures, feeling like they were betraying the man who had brought them in to their new home by being grateful they didn’t have to suffer his harshness any longer.
One boy played in a room of the bamboo house and vowed night after night that this new Shizun would have his loyalty at each and every turn.)
Changed as he was he was still theirs.
They had been there, after all, the day he had thrown himself in front of Luo Binghe and been poisoned with Without A Cure. They had been there when he caught one of the shimei’s crying because she missed her home and hugged her, cooing to her like a father to a beloved daughter. They had been there in a million other times when he had chosen them, so really it was only fair that they chose him in return.
Luo Binghe was glad to do most of the day to day care for their Shizun, cooking his meals and cleaning his home, but the rest of them were far from idle.
They trained harder, raising their cultivation levels at speeds unheard of to be strong enough to protect him. They weaved careful coverups and fed clever explanations to him whenever he seemed confused by something mundane. They returned his affection a hundredfold whenever they could get away with it, clinging to his sleeves and pressing against his sides like eager kittens vying for attention whenever he looked lonely.
They also kept a close eye on anyone who seemed too… interested in their beloved teacher, closing ranks and playing interference whether that person was an older disciple of another peak, a Peak Lord, or even the Sect Leader himself.
Their Shizun was not the man he once was, but this new man had chosen them from the very first day he had arrived on their peak. They, as devoted disciples, chose him back each and every day.
fantastic mr fox says something about fatherhood that’s batshit insane and I don’t think the movie actually knows it’s saying it. it just takes you by the shoulders and makes you look square in its eyes and goes “some men should never have been fathers. they are. and they love their children deeply. and they try so very hard. but that doesn’t mean they should have been fathers.” and then just gets up and leaves you with that like you’re meant to be okay afterward
The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)
Director: Jim Sharman
Cinematographer: Peter Suschitzky
‘your obedient servant’ from hamilton, but it’s regulus black at dumbledore in whatever happened to the young young lovers
please tell me i’m not delusional
Claim your badges guys 🥹🙏
we finally reached the year of Byler endgame. Hopefully the teaser drops soon ✨️
It’s the smallest gesture. The hand sliding off Steve’s shoulder. The gaze that lingers and quietly asks, “why’d you pull away?”
Sure - there’s all the notable scenes. The boathouse. The walk and talk in the Upsidedown. The “big boy” moment.
But sign me up for all the subtleties.
THEM 🤍
S + E forever
how do we feel about moonwaterlily,,,, i dont usually ship remus and lily but theyve got a bit of a kick in this i must admit,,,,,,,
The girls are talking about seeing werewolves and vampires in school and Scrooge tries to tell them that's not really how it is, but when pressed admits that he did fight vampires and werewolves in his own highschool years
How Imagine the kids would look during high school
Well two of these are before they even hit highschool
people i know, people i played tag with on the ice and the woman who taught me to do an axle died. on this flight. my friend's brother, dead. he was so excited to go to the training camp. and fucking trump is saying this??
Total softness Total softness I won't leave a single cat unpetted La de da de dai Like a cream puff La de da de duh An ocean of fluff Let's begin the cuddle time 🎶
I know what I've said, Grave. My fear is about whatever is happening inside me. But… I'm not afraid anymore. I'm not a monster. I can control this. Maybe… I can even learn how to use it.
You have to trust me.
Gungrave G.O.R.E - Studio Iggymob (2022)
Surprise, surprise! It comes down to you and me, Grave. As it should be, right? No one else was gonna prove worthy. We both knew that. Just a few roadblocks to soften you up for the real showdown.
Bartendin’ Blues
Sypnosis || In which Mika finds Bunji after the events of G.O.R.E
WC || 868
Contents || bartender/drinksmith!Bunji, Mika is in her 30’s (relatively), pure fluff and sprinkles of angst, Bunji in his old man feelings, decent ending, somewhat rushed.
Note || I keep thinking about… what IF Bunji worked as a bartender? Would be so neat. Especially also along with the idea that Mika and Bunji could possibly actually have a positive interaction for ONCE. They very rarely interact in canon, but this little writing of mine is just an idea of that happening.
The sea of bastards was not something new to him.
Chain of command my ass.
There sure was hell ain’t no kings, and there was no god cept’ man. He looked down at the bottom of the bottle long enough to understand something close or other, he killed his deposition, and now he’d naturally assume it was genetically defined within all men amongst the bottoms of the earth. However Bunji left that life behind a long time ago, but his reputation stained him, like a target upon his back. It was lucky in nature that he was left alone to his vices, vying for a more less dramatic life.
Right now, that was far down his list of worries however.
Mind over matter he’d tell himself.
Yet this ain’t one of his usual bastard patrons, this was a lady. Someone he seldom had the grievance of meeting once or twice, hell he remembers saving her too.
“Anythin’ to your fancy little lady?” He spoke, casting her a knowing look as he walked over to her spot of location within the bar. The silver-headed woman tensed up, sensing she was a focus of attention within the bartender’s eyes. She wasn’t sure exactly what to say, or what to do for that matter, getting here was the easy part — trying to strike up a conversation with the man that saved her from that exploding airship on top of the building so many years ago wasn’t.
Red flickered upon in the vision of the two, a quiet reminder that he was under the control of a greedy asshole who was trying to ensure the spread of SEED. The very subject of the matter that coursed through the veins of the young lady.
The very bullet that he shot her with.
She held her nimble and fragile hands together, fiddling with her fingers in order to stead her ever-growing anxiety. The wolfish man stood there with a patience he never could’ve had when he was younger, awaiting her words. Finally, she had spoken, so tenderly, “Just something regular, nothing too strong. I am sure you have better knowledge on drinks then I do Mr. Kugashira.” As if it were, it felt like yesterday he remembered crossing paths with her for the very first time. When she was twelve years old, a target was on her back for merely being the daughter of Big Daddy, a well-respected man who maintained the age-old Millenion and left it with a great legacy. Only back then, Bra- Beyond The Grave had risen to ensure every single last one of the members of Millenion would be sent to their own graves.
His calloused hands moved upon instinct, without hesitation to gather up the ingredients upon hearing her request. Bunji wanted to speak, but his vocal cords were more or less worse for wear, yet he made the effort to do so anyway. “Mika,” He began, his chest rumbling in a low chuckle, “Ain’t that your name?” His voice was gravelly, yet so warm. It reminded Mika of a fondness a father would have for his children, but she shook off the memory and nodded with a quiet hum.
Bunji set down the mixer, bringing up his hand to adjust the collar right atop his tie. “Well I suppose I can’t just assume yer’ only here to reminisce aren’t you?” Quiet laughter shook his shoulders, trembling may they be. He resumed his ministrations, not caring if Mika had answered him or not.
It was then he had set her drink down in front of her crossed arms, had she mustered the courage to respond, “SEED has resurfaced, and we need more hands. It’s becoming difficult to obtain.”
“So you want me to join your little resistance group?” He shot back, toying with bar tools that he had in hand. Mika went quiet, and that confirmed everything he had suspected. Bunji’s shoulders faltered, in a way displaying his exhaustion, but he could never truly feel anything of the sort. A deadman has no need for pain or the physical toll a nasty situation would take on a person. “Your father would be pretty impressed y’know.”
Mika’s eyes shot up, wide with surprise at the sincerity in the former hitman’s words. He was glad he constantly wore his sunglasses, his eyes would be telling a completely different story to the young lady.
A sigh escaped her lips, her head somewhat hanging low, the eventful memories all coming back of her mother telling Mika all about Big Daddy. How powerful and what a proud man he was, “Pretty sure he wouldn’t be proud of me at all.”
Bunji cracked his neck, leaning forward and crossing his arms as he got a closer look at Mika, “Now why in the hell would’ja say that?” He raised his eyebrow, truly showing his confusion. Bunji had meant it when he said her father would be proud of her, but why would she downplay her own efforts in life? Especially if she was working so hard to prevent the disaster of SEED from destroying the lives of civilians and people alike.
In his book, that would be nothing short of someone who truly was human.
Can’t get over Gungrave Gore. Everyone that I’ve seen talk or write about it seems oblivious to the fact that the cutscenes and writing are so out of line with the style of the franchise to the point that it’s insulting.
And what the hell is with this music? Not even a hint of of the subtle jazz infused Wild West stylisation that the original 2 games and the anime had.
And don’t even get me started on the horrible choices they made with character progression and unlockables.
Someone asks what picture is in your locket and you open it to reveal this.
Average Bunji fan behaviour 🙃
(I stole the original drawing from Gungrave Archives, namely this page:
)
Also an extra pic from when I was volunteering at a conference:
(look at my tech support dawg we're going to accidentally make the whole audio system combust)
sorry i started crying when you were mean to me mid fuck, i like it, just couldn't tell if you were actually mad or not this time
"Keeping it professional." Is a terrible way to stomp down your emotions Danny-boy.
[As always, plain text in the Alt Text]
once upon a time, there was a player
If Chaos Sonic has a million fans, then I am one of them. If Chaos Sonic has ten fans, then I am one of them. If Chaos Sonic has only one fan then that is me. If Chaos Sonic has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against Chaos Sonic, then I am against the world.
You should definitely go read the other reblogs, this has so many amazing additions! ✨
Phantom, the newest addition to the Justice League, pulls Wonder Woman aside.
He has...a strange request.
He's nervous, flustered, fading in and out of the visible spectrum. It's clear that what he's about to ask of her is important to him, and even though she has an uncomfortable voice in the back of her head telling her this young hero is about to ask her out, she resolves to listen before she jumps to conclusions.
She's glad she did.
"Can...can you put a grave for me in Themyscira? I know it's just for women, but it's the safest place I can think of for it! I just...I don't have a grave, and Clockwork says it's starting to stunt my growth as a Ghost, and I have too many enemies on American soil, so. It's okay if you say no, though, I'll figure something out, it's fine."
Diana lets him ramble to the end, already knowing what her answer is going to be.
"We would be honored to host your grave, Phantom. Do you have any remains I can take home? Do you require a funeral service?"
Phantom looks...he looks beyond grateful. Close to tears.
"No, no remains. A symbolic grave is fine, it just. It has to have my real name on it, my mortal one." He says, looking hesitant. "Please don't reach out to my family, Wonder Woman. They don't know."
With that, he hands over a small slip of paper, torn from a notebook and clearly folded one too many times.
She takes it as though he were entrusting her with the rarest diamond in the world. She wants to, but she does not ask how they could not notice the death of someone so very bright.
Instead she nods, tucking the paper away.
Phantom will get a grand grave, one worthy of a friend to the Crown of Themyscira. She will ensure it.
go read the reblogs, there are a couple different threads, and they’re all crack-shit hilarious 😂
The Fenton "Boor"
The Fentons have always been famous for their legal sale of weapons, usually based on ectoplasm and used to hunt ghosts. That's where they got most of their funds, whether it was to finance new inventions, their laboratory, or their children's education.
The problem began when they found out that Phantom was their son. Because of that revelation they accepted that they couldn't continue on the "weapon creator" path, how could they continue to create and sell weapons that help hunt down their baby? Even if they didn't trust all the ghosts Danny changed their perspective of the Infinite Realms and they were more or less at peace.
That is why they debated for hours on what to do to make money again, until they noticed something curious: Most of the people in Amity couldn't get drunk. It was a silly thing to focus on, but thanks to a quick investigation they noticed that after the portal opened no one had made it.
That's the reason they created a new brand of beer "Boor", which affected both ghosts and humans contaminated with ectoplasm. Their business quickly became a success and the beer was exported elsewhere (with many care and prevention labels).
When Jason Todd noticed "Boor" on the shelf at the bar he frequented, he snorted. The beer had a small ghost on the bottle, which caught his attention, he ordered it out of curiosity and when the waiter told him that the brand claimed "the product was capable of making even the dead drunk" Jason almost laughed.
Big was his surprise the next day when he woke up on one of Gotham's rooftops with a severe hangover. He had at least 8 missed calls from Nightwing and a bottle with a cartoon ghost in his hand.