May 26, 2022
Should Bruticus have his rematch against Predaking?
Bruticus superior. Predaking inferior.
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Should Bruticus have his rematch against Predaking?
Bruticus superior. Predaking inferior.
Titans Fab 5 Band AU?
The first US tour with the label is insane.
Krypton Records has shelled out an insane amount of money to make them comfortable. Where previously they would be sleeping on the van, suddenly there are hotel rooms and villas...room service and musical journalists and bloggers following them around.
It doesn’t quite sit right with any of them.
“This is weird, right?” Roy asks as they lounge around on the balcony of their latest fancy hotel room.
“Very weird,” Dick agrees.
“The weirdest,” Wally nods.
“It’s nice,” Garth comments. “But...it is weird.”
“What is this menu?” Donna asks, wrinkling her nose at the room service menu. “Truffle burgers?”
Dick gags. “Blugh. Fancy person food.”
Wally laughs. “Isn’t your dad fancy?”
“Yeah, but I’ve mostly lived off potato chips my whole life,” Dick shrugs. “Don’t they have like...chicken fingers?”
“Ooh, chicken fingers,” Roy chimes in. “With fries. And honey mustard and barbecue sauce...”
“Ooh,” Wally agrees.
“You think Lilith will be pissed if we sneak out?” Dick asks.
“She’s our manager, it’s her job to be pissed,” Donna smirks. “C’mon. Let’s go find chicken fingers.”
“Heck yes,” Roy hops up. “I’ll drive!”
“No you won’t,” Garth snaps. “I will drive.”
“What?! Why!?”
“Because the last time you drove, we drove fifty miles out of the way and were nearly late to our own concert,” Garth accuses him. “In search of the best roadside barbecue in the state.”
“And it was fucking worth it, wasn’t it, Fishface?”
“I’m driving,” Donna cuts in. “Let’s go before Lilith catches us.”
What do you think of Psychoframe technology being applied on Transformers?
Dear Nifty Newtype,
The psycommu mechanism within late-era Gundam mobile suits is roughly analogous to binary bonding in Headmasters. Of the many surgeries that comprise binary bonding, the most important for synchronized motor function in the new Headmaster pair is the insertion of "neuro-formers" into the organic host brain. These Femtomaster-sized drones transform into neuronal extensions in the brain, fusing with the host's axons. These neuro-formers are derived from Bombshell's cerebro-shells, and offer a two-way influence between the pair. The longer the binary bonding persists, the deeper the perception that robot and organic minds have combined into one new organism.
Even though Psychoframe components could enhance human control of heavy machinary and weapons, due to the relative scarcity of Newtypes, it would prove inefficient to mass-produce them.
Emps wanted to name Horus as Horace but changed to his current name.
The mighty primarchs; Lionel, Fuller, Peter, Jagger, Lemon, Roger, Conrad, Sanchez, Frederick, Angus, Robert, Mortimer, Magpie, Horace, Logan, Vance, Corey and Alfabusa Meg Ryan
Nightrage's Sham Piety or Hush Of Night for Sesskagu.
If you could live forever what would you live for? A damned aversion of a black soul Or an everlasting love? For this lonesome voyage
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At first he had only wondered if it were possible.
Kagura was not a natural creature. Perhaps no yokai was, but the circumstances of her birth were abominable even among the damned. She was a creature bred of darkness, cast off from a conglomerate of lesser yokai that strived to become more than they were, damned by their own human origins to forever be trapped by sentiment.
Kikyo and Kagome, Kagome and Kikyo; two sentiments wrapped up in the other, the same soul twisted between what Naraku had been and what InuYasha was. All of them had been trapped in Naraku’s web, tangled up in his machinations. A circumstance Sesshomaru couldn’t say he’d ever been in-- or rather, wouldn’t say, because there were many things he denied that were, in fact, true.
When Kagura had died, it had been a taste of what would come: his failure to protect and save Rin from the hounds of hell; when Tenseiga, the sword he detested, had fallen silent under his hand the one time he wished it would not.
But Rin had come back regardless, because even though Sesshomaru was no God, he endeavored to hold the same powers as them. So now he set out to do again what had happened before: bring back the dead from the lonely paths of hell, even when the world claimed it was impossible.
Though InuYasha had robbed the Meido Zangetsuha from him, Tenseiga could still produce its own. It was rare he used it. Even though he’d been the master of the technique - him, not his father, not InuYasha - it was still sullied by the fact that it had never been meant for him. However, despite his pride, it was his only path into the netherworld. So he used it now to step into the dark and search for the woman he’d been unable to save, splitting the skies with black galaxies and spite.
The pathway back was simple; when he’d searched long enough, he saved the souls of those who wished for reprieve, and returned. Just as he had with Rin. Occasionally his mother, the overseer of these paths, looked in on him. Questioned him. Offered him a path back home herself.
At first, it was a curiosity: could he save her?
Eventually, the longer he walked the paths of the dead, it became a surety: he would save her, because he had decided to, and Sesshomaru did not fail.
Then finally, one day, he found her.
A body beneath a body, cast away in the netherworld, buried under a mountain of demon corpses that belonged neither to heaven or hell. Those that walked their own paths, like him, who could not claim the end meant for their kind. They weren’t deserving of it.
Sesshomaru pulled free the corpse of the woman who had desired nothing more than to be free, and the netherworld exploded in Tenseiga’s white light.
He returned to the living world with her in his arms and waited under the blue skies, knowing there was nothing more to be done. There was no soul to call back to this body. Her soul was gone-- had been gone for quite some time, released into the world on its own lonesome, free journey.
“I am the wind.”
Everlasting. Lonesome. Free.
A breeze rustled through the trees and Sesshomaru waited. He wondered.
The wind opened its eyes.
I wanna say I love how sensual you draw Mirsan together.
KFKSJKHS thank you so much! 💜💜 they’ve been my otp since i was 14 and so it means to much to have other folks love the ship as much as i do!
Power Rangers but they are based on the Hexagrammaton. Standby for DA Super Sentai.
Deathwing: Angel Axe!Ravenwing: Angel Spear!Ironwing: Angel ...uh, Tank, I guess? Stormwing: Angel Daggers!Dreadwing: Angel Mustard Gas!Firewing: Angel Can-wait wait, what.Dreadwing: What.
Among his brother Gestalts, Predaking was renowned for his prowess in combat, but not because of any unique tricks or subtle bladework that might confound the foe. He was neither the exquisite duelist that Liokaiser epitomised, nor the raging berserker that was Abominus, but rather something more terrifying. He fought with an absolute focus and chilling detachment, unstoppable on the attack and immovable on defence, and once brought to battle he knew no other end than victory or death.
Predaking, the one formed by vicious beasts, was something altogether different but Decepticon all the same: A machine of death without mercy.