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prowlerverse · 30 days

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N x fem!reader

(how you guys met, + scenario)

★ you met N when your curiosity got the better of you and you ventured off out of your colony, surprisingly getting away with the excuse that you wanted to examine the doors from the outside. (something that Uzi totally didn't tell you to say.)

★ you went off a little too far, and ended up in some sort of wasteland cave. there were body parts of worker drones everywhere, some dirtied in oil and some as if they had been licked clean.

★ and then, he appeared out of nowhere — from the top of the cave. the most damage he did before you ended up prying him off you was a rip to your chest. It wasn't deep but you do remember it hurting.

★the "X" along with a sharp smile on his visor went away and his eyes turned to normal. he didn't remember what happened for the past '2' hours. you on the other hand? were freaking out.

★ it came to his attention that you were hurt, and suddenly all the pain came to you. he offered to fix it up, which you didn't exactly get how he would help, but you accepted the offer anyways.

★ everything after that is something you don't want to recall. and everytime something remotely about it is brought up to N blush streaks appear on his visor.

★ it was a awkward meeting, but you two are the best of the best buddies now.

scenario ★

★ "N! look! look what I found!" you stood behind N and almost forgot you had to look up to look him in the eyes. N had a smile on his face as he looked down at your hands to see some sort of decoration for hats. a pin, humans would call it.

★ N looked at it in amazement, but you could tell he was slightly confused. "that's so cool! but uh.. where does it go?" N scratched his head and took the pin in his hand. you giggled at his question before taking it back and reaching for his pilot hat. "here." you pinned it to the side and for a second, he took off his hat. he stared at the pin for a few seconds before smiling.

★ "thanks a bunch! i love it!" N pulled you into a bear hug and you happily returned the hug.

★ "get a frickin room, losers." Uzi stomped as she was with J and V, not so far from you two. J looked unamused while V looked all the amused. you and N both had blush streaks appear on your visors as Uzi complained and N put back on his hat.

this belongs to @prowlerverse ^^ please do not translate my work without permission thank you !!🫶

#murder drones #serial designation n #n x reader #x reader #fluff #a lot of it #★VERSE

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forestshadow-wolf · 8 months

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Thinking about your post about soapghost settling their arguments by fighting it out: one day they have an argument about something serious, some sort of major life decision (retirement, marriage, kids, something like that and really the only reason its an argument is because one of them is scared shitless by the idea) and it ends up on the mats with them yelling arguments about why it is/isn't a good idea until one of them just stares at their partner who is yelling passionately about the life they could have together and just... let's himself get pinned.

👀 did I do good?

thankyou for this ask !!!! this actually rots my frickin' brain and I needed an excuse to write more for this using this ask to force the arguments post into my girl-dad au, but doesn't have to be read that way.

P.s. this is a long one. Imma put ot under the cut

I imagine, way way before they retired, they had married and long-since agreed to retire together.

they'd fought about retiring. Ghost didn't mind the idea of it, was waiting for it to happen actually. but soap, he had quite a few hang-ups about it. see, he'd joined the army at an early age, as soon as he was legal, which means he doesn't really have any civilian life experience. what if he's not ready, what is it doesn't work for him, what if he can't do it, what if, what if, what if...

they argued, it was one of the first BIG arguments they'd ever had. but it's fine, they had a system. they get one day to resolve it with words, if they can't solve it, they take it to the mats. the logic is if you really believe in your argument, then you'll fight defend it adequately.

it was evident when they ended up on the mats on the second day that they hadn't resolved it. There was a mutual apoken agreement that they don'ttake the argumentoff the mats once it entered. they traded blows just as frequently as they traded arguments.

hours later they were panting and exhausted, and still hadn't come to an agreement, and nor had either of them won. so for the first time ever, they had to put the argument on pause. the put it aside for the night, cleaned up, had dinner, and fell asleep in each other's arms. the next morning they were back on the mats.

there was some point, when they were locked shoulder to shoulder, sweat making their skin stick together, and they were too out of breath to hiss arguments at each other. there was a moment where soap could hear Ghost's breath come out shaky with exertion, but still he pushed harder. soap realized that this, Simon retiring with his Johnny, was really truly important to Ghost.

it's not like he didn't know that, but still, the revelation almost makes him falter. suddenly it's like every argument he made against it, became irrelevant. he breaks away from Ghost's hold, panting. in a brash decision he dives for Ghost's legs, he knows what follows will be a grab around his waist just before his back slams into the mat. the sound that reverberates through the heated, sweaty air is, however, surprisingly loud. he lays there, gasping for the breath that got knocked out of him, and lets Ghost pin him down.

After soap finally agreed to retire with Ghost one day, he starts thinking about it. Really thinking. About how he grew up in a large family, and even in the military his life has been revolving around moving parts and people. He thinks maybe he might want a kid or two, not as many as his parents, but one or two.

Ghost says no immediately after soap brings it up.

He's afraid he'll do a bad job, that he'll mess it up. Or even worse; become his father. I mean, how is he supposed to be a good dad of he doesn't even know what that means! Christ! He's just gonna mess them up! He's not cut out to be a father. All he's know is death and hurt. How is that supposed to translate into something good.

This one. This argument lasted even longer than the one about them retiring. This one lasted almost an entire week.

And again like last time they got one day, before they hit the mats. That one day, was the single most tense day on base. Neither soap nor ghost could speak to eachother without circling back to the argument at hand. And of course nobody was willing to break up the fight, lest they get pulled into it.

For the six days after that, they shed their responsibilities, and hit the mats. And it was viscous. Neither held back. They were evenly matched. One fueled by fear, and the other; hope or love, choose your pick.

Even still there was an understanding that once the argument entered the mats, it stayed there when they left, to be picked back up when they came back.

They were sent on one mission during that time, on the sixth day after they hit the mats. It was supposed to last to be easy, would take them less than a day. Of course something went wrong, because something always goes wrong. They both almost died, but through some ruck of luck they got out barely scathed.

The put their gear away, ate, and hit the mats again; despite how tired they were. And Ghost, the moment that ge stepped back onto the mat again, he knew. He knew that he'd do anything for soap. They'd almost died today. But they didn't. Infact, they barely even had any scratches on them.

But still he couldn't fight that instinct to fight, to push back. And still soap was smiling that damned smile. He was so sure of himself, so sure of that he could get ghost to say yes.

And rightfully so. Because one moment he was lifting soap to throw him over his shoulder, and the next he was the one on the ground, soap having used his own momentum to pull his legs out from under him.

And he could have fought it, his mind screamed at him to. But soap was still grinning, and he knew that there was no way he'd be winning.

Perhaps... perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. Perhaps he could learn to be not like his father. Perhaps he could learn to be a dad. Perhaps there was a chance, with soap by his side, showing him how, that he would ruin the child or children that they got. Perhaps soap could show him how to not be like his father.

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lymoncat · 7 months

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Aot bf scenarios: what clothing item you steal of his MODERN AU

why I’m writing this? I have absolutely no clue but you know what? That’s okay

Eren

His uniform cape

okay don’t get me wrong he wears that thing on most expeditions and you were doing his laundry… you saw it… you snatched it (I would too) you put it on and it was warm (mainly cuz it just got out of the dryer BUT EITHER WAY and I may know that this is modern AU but just shhhh) you tried to jump from the couch impersonating him and failed… miserably. You failed to land and hit your face on the counter and then he walked through the door, he sighed “really y/n, again?” (This isn’t the first time or the second, or third, you do this all the time) “yeah…” he takes you to the bathroom to clean up the bloody nose you got (f u counter) then he sat on the couch and ya’ll cuddled till you fell asleep

Armin

He has these really soft fluffy gloves-

your hands were cold cuz of eating an otter pop from frickin Walmart and you finished the food and saw the gloves. On. The. Table. (Pretend that the vision zooms in with each each of those three words) you grabbed them and put them on, later he came back from the library (typical Armin) and he saw them on you when you were petting the cat (yes you have a cat) and he blushed and smiled because it was adorable (yes reader you are adorable and perfect just the way you are)

Levi

his cravat. bro wears that thing 24/7 and he was taking a shower sooooo you pranced your happy ass on in there and snatched it and put it on in the mirror. Unfortunately he takes short showers so he noticed that it was gone and saw you wearing it… he thought it was cute and thus let you wear it on one condition, you had to make him tea.

Jean

his little cowboy hat from s4

you took it off his head and pretended to be Michael Jackson lol it’s that simple that is literary what happened

Connie

I feel like it would be his shoes

you had to go get something from the store and were in a hurry, y’all have matching pairs of shoes and the same size feet, you accidentally took his and left. You only realized when you looked down to pick something up that you dropped, you saw his name on the shoelace…. (Don’t ask but I just feel like that’s what Connie would do…)

Reiner

His shirt

You had finished your shower and realized that you forgot your shirt, you went to y’all’s room and decided to wear his shirt then you went out to the living room where he was watching tv you sat next to him and he saw it on you he smirked at the sight, he thought you looked so damn sexy in his shirt, let’s just say that you couldn’t walk the next day…

Bertholdt (go onto google translate and listen to how it’s pronounced, it’s weird af)

his hoodie

you were cold and went to his room to get your sweater and couldn’t find it, so you took his. When sweet baby saw you he was blushing you looked so cute and adorable and he just wanted to hold you. It was wholesome and adorable, you guys cuddled all night.

Now when they say you are adorable, believe it, you are beautiful/handsome/good looking I dont know your pronouns… but anyways, everyone has their flaws but that’s what makes you, you. Don’t ever believe anyone who tells you otherwise there are people who care about you. love u! <3

#aot x reader #eren x reader #armin x reader #levi ackerman x reader #jean x reader #connie x reader #reiner x reader #bertholdt x reader #aot boyfriend scenarios

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raccoonfallsharder · 2 months

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rocket raccoon prompt week ✷ day five machinery✷.⁺⋆˚₊

semi-romantic angst & fluff | no use of yn | gn reader | minific | word count: 1,946.

Ka-chunk-hnk. Ka-chunk-hnk.

Rocket scrubs his knuckles against the fur and flesh that have grown over his metal sternum. His ribs strain like creaky bellows, lungs splitting and bruising against the bones. It’s been like this sometimes, since before he can remember — but lately it’s a chronic condition.

Ever since the High Evolutionary’s voice had echoed over the comms on the Bowie, lethal and shrill.

Rocket sits at a table across the street from Nebula’s offices, and waits. His fingers drum on the pretty, dusty mosaic surface.

Ka-chunk-hnk. Ka-chunk-hnk.

You step out of the doorway, back arching as you stretch. Nebs must’ve had you hunched over datascreens all day — a waste of eye candy, he’d think, if he’d let himself tap too far into his old jackass-habits. Not that it matters — he’s already been preparing to be an absolute, unforgivable dickhead to you, ever since he woke up the rotation before last and decided he couldn’t bear the sound of it anymore.

Ka-chunk-hnk. Ka-chunk-hnk.

“Hey,” he calls out, voice low and carrying. “You. New kid. Buttercup.”

Your eyes swivel, wide and startled. Shimmery. He kinda hates that about you, except no he doesn’t. He scowls when you look at him and tap your chest, brow creasing in confusion. Who, me? he imagines you uttering, voice perplexed.

Yeah. You.

He points at you with two fingers, then slashes them toward the chair opposite him. He can see you hesitate — then you’re drifting across the street like a leaf in a stream, eddying around little obstacles and whirlpools as they arise. It takes too long, but you’re finally sinking into the seat across from him.

“Captain?” you say politely, and he tries to hide his scoff. Nothing says new kid on Knowhere quite like deference. Still, it’ll be useful for him today.

“Yeah,” he mutters. “I gotta job for you.”

You blink those gorgeous eyes of yours. “Me?”

He rolls his eyes and tries not to let himself feel bad about exploiting you — all that kindness, that generosity, sitting right there on the surface, ripe for manipulation. “I need you to get me something outta Pete’s old place.”

You blink those starry eyes again. He really needs you to stop doing that, ‘cause it’s killing him. “Pe — Star-Lord’s apartment?”

He grunts and flicks his eyes back towards Nebula’s door. “Yup.” He lingers on the y, and pops the p. “Super-confidential, very-official, super-frickin’-secret Guardians-mission. Can you do it?”

“I — what do you want me to do?”

Ka-chunk-hnk. Ka-chunk-hnk.

And this is how you end up slipping through the barely open door of the legendary, absentee Star-Lord’s bedroom: all for a captain with pretty, heartbreaking almandine eyes.

You’re such a sap.

But Rocket had given you an override hex for Peter Quill’s rooms, and you don’t see how you can refuse him anything, so in you go, even though you know he’s fucking lying about — well, everything related to this so-called mission, you’re sure. No-one has touched this room since Star-Lord left a few cycles before you’d arrived — other than to fix the Warlock-shaped hole in the wall and window, anyway. Kraglin, Groot, and Nebula all insist he’ll be back soon, and so the apartment remains as he’d left it.

You glance around, and sure enough, there’s the treasure Rocket had sent you to find, sitting on a rickety high shelf: a dense ball of bulging white tissue, pressed like dough into a silvery, skeletal cage.

You pick up the sphere. It’s heavy in your hand, like it has its own field of gravity — and you suppose, in a way, it does. Turning it, you recognize the OrgoCorps logo, and it’s the final confirmation you need. You slide the sphere into the pouch on your belt, and you slip from the room, shutting the door behind you.

“Don’t let Nebs see you,” Rocket had warned. “Don’t let anybody see you.” He’d muttered something your translation chip had haltingly tried to identify as fuckin’ narks. “She’ll be all over my ass if she finds out.” He’d looked up at you, those almandine eyes suddenly narrowing shrewdly, and had said, “You understand what I’m asking you to do, right? You’re the frickin’ fall-guy.”

“Got it,” you’d said mildly, unbothered. So now here you are, tapping with raindrop-light fingers on Rocket’s apartment door. It swings open and you slide in off the street seamlessly, and he’s got his hand in the pouch at your hip before the door’s even closed behind you.

You jolt at the brush of heat and his intrusive nearness, but he’s already got the record-sphere in his hand, turning his back to you and striding toward the… bed? It’s a slab of cold metal with a ragged blanket and no pillows, and you do a double-take around the room. Nope, that’s definitely the closest thing the poor guy has to a bed.

The Captain’s fucking miserable.

Still, you’ve decided that light-hearted sarcasm is the best way to engage for now.

“Geez,” you snip playfully. “Buy a person dinner first.”

He startles, tossing you a wide-eyed look over his shoulder that’s too shocked and vulnerable to allow you any satisfaction. But then he rolls his eyes and huffs out a disgruntled sound of annoyance, and begins connecting the ball of white tissue to a handful of datapads and small machines he’s got set on the bed.

“Sit,” he rumbles with a gesture at the hunk of scrapmetal masquerading as a mattress. He already got his eyes locked on the numbers and letters as they scroll up on the screens, and he’s glaring at them mutinously. “Or get out.”

You hesitate. But the fact that he’s opened a spot for you in his apartment at all feels like an indicator that he doesn’t want to be alone, even if he’s too frightened to bring any of… whatever-this-is to his friends. Instead, he stands beside the bed, typing shit into his datapads and screens, and you perch on the spot beside them, facing him. You take him in as he works: the furrowed brow, and the crinkles along the sides of his nose as he tries not to grimace or snarl. His ears — one alert and forward-facing, and the other swiveled into a half-flattened scrap of fur and flesh. Even his tail looks a different than usual: tensed and bristling, tucked tight against his inner calf.

“There it is,” he mutters, and his eyes scan the screen. They jump and widen, then scan again. His brow drops and now both ears lay flat, and he reads it all again. The fur on his neck and the backs of his forearms rises.

Then he hisses a curse that the translator can’t pick up at all this time, and he shoves himself away from the screens, pacing back and forth in front of you thrice before throwing himself onto the bed at your other side. Your eyes follow him, wide and startled, as he keeps up the steady stream of indecipherable swearing.

Slowly— cautiously — you turn sideways, pulling one leg onto the bed with you, away from the pile of ramshackle tech so you can study him while you chew your lip. You want to ask what it is he’s discovered, and if he’s okay — but the words stay trapped in your throat, meaningless and hollow. You hesitate, and then sigh, and lower yourself onto your back beside him.

The two of you stare up at the ceiling for what feels like ages. Outside, the lights of Knowhere grow gold, signaling the end of the second wake-shift. Topaz light slants in through the frosted windows at the head of the bed.

“Your bed is a chiropractic nightmare,” you say after a moment, and he whuffs a startled laugh.

Silence falls again, but it feels easier, curling comfortingly into all the crevices of the room. Maybe it’s because of your comment, or maybe it’s because you aren’t looking at each other. Maybe it’s because you’re no-one at all to him — just Buttercup, the New Kid, Hey You.

But he speaks.

“Ever since — ever since we got back,” he mutters. “Ever since the Arête — my heart’s been acting weird. I thought maybe it was — I thought maybe it had been injured worse that we realized, or maybe—“

His voice crackles away, and you don’t chase it. You just wait in the fake sunset-light, watching it warm the shadows.

“It sounds awful,” he says at last. “Like, yours—“ he lifts a hand above you both and taps out a rhythm on the air with deft fingers. “—thud-thud. Thud-thud. Thud-thud.” You can hear the grimace in his mouth. “That’s a good heart. That’s a healthy, normal-person heart. But mine—“ He curls his clawed fingers into a strangling fist, and twists viciously. “Ka-chunk-hnk. Ka-chunk-hnk.”

He drops his hand to his abdomen.

“It’s not fuckin’ good,” he mutters, and his voice is so desolate that your belly suddenly twists and that space behind your eyes tightens. “It’s not… I always knew it didn’t work right.” He makes a tortured noise in his throat that sounds like it’s trying to be a laugh. “But the records say everything’s operating like it should be, so I guess I’m just a messed-up little—“

You roll suddenly. If you’d been thinking clearly, you never would’ve moved so quickly, and later you’ll be grateful that he didn’t lash out at you with startled, defensive claws. But all you can think is to offer him some sort of solace, some sort of peace.

So you press your ear to his chest.

On the other side of the Indigarran cotton, you feel heat and fur, flesh and metal. He stiffens— frozen beneath you, and then shivering with an uncertainty you’re sure he’d never let show on his face. He smells like fireworks and whiskey and forests in late autumn, and beyond that — a touch or two faster than yours — you can feel the quiet thump of his heart. It’s a little quicker and jumpier than you’d expected, but the longer you lay with your cheek to his chest, the steadier it grows.

Thud-thud. Thud-thud. Thud-thud.

“It sounds like a good heart to me,” you murmur. “I don’t hear what you hear in it — not at all.”

There’s a crackling, staticky quiet, and then he makes a wounded little sound deep in his chest, and you feel it rumble up under your cheek. His hand shifts from his abdomen and his fingers are suddenly cradling the back of your head, holding you against him.

“You don’t hear it?” His voice is agonized. Desperate. “You really don’t—?”

You can’t shake your head with the way he’s wrapped around you, his other arm coming up to join the first, almost clinging. And you — well, you don’t want to give him any reason to think that you’re not perfectly content to stay like this. “Definitely not,” you tell him. “I’m no doctor, of course, but — it sounds beautiful to me. It sounds like it works far better than you ever realized.”

Your head shifts as he lets out an exhalation so long and splintered that you suddenly wonder if he’s been holding his breath ever since he got back from CounterEarth.

“I thought—“ His words are all hushed and creased, puffing into the air and then tumbling to the metal cot around you like crumpled balls of paper. “I thought maybe it wasn’t a real heart,” he says raggedly. “I thought maybe it was just a — a broken machine.”

You pull your own hand out from beneath you, and you tap out the rhythm just below his collarbone.

Thud-thud. Thud-thud. Thud-thud.

“I promise,” you tell him softly. “I can feel it. It’s real.”

lol whatever i'm under 2k words sooooo i am still very cool. (this was a scene i'd had in my brain for like six months. it's the core component of the oneshot i was writing called real but thanks to this "drabble" (i don't think 2k counts as a drabble whateverrrr) i have a new title in mind (broken machinery) and at least part of the main scene written so YAY

day four. family ✷ day six. bite rocket prompt week masterlist ✷ main masterlist rocket raccoon prompt week list

taglist ♡ @evolvingchaoswitch ♡ @glow-autumz ♡ @wren-phoenix ♡ @suicidalshitstick ♡ @pretty-chips

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toby-du-coeur · 1 month

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tdc liveblog p7 - my only regret is that i have but one death to cure for my sinister government organisation

masterpost

hard not to empathise with teresa during this part because like.. she's being A Good Doctor and doing what a doctor is supposed to do

wth is that, are we jesus on the cross w the frickin vinegar sponge, what happened to the lil gauze square

see how fast that worked?? and this wasn't even Cure Blood. thomas' blood on the knife should've - in this essay i will -

the way hes just hustling 😂😂 makin my way downtown

her w the v neck and him with his everpresent turtleneck, also the white & black. something about.. her heart being more open while his is covered and shriveled away? also obviously that WCKD uses a very black-and-white view of the world 😉

average fail parents talkin about how they've variously fucked up their kids

they sure predicted that some people just Do Not Wanna Wear Masks 😂

lil newtie like something something furthest i've ever been from home mr frodo also how cozy is gally in his knit hoodie 🥰 with his hands in his pocketses

empires rise, oceans fall, quack medicine abides 😂 also,, alcohol? or overpriced water? both of the above

why the japanese? i find it hard to believe japan isn't just chillin 😂 my friend & japanese translator says it says 'tanaka' somethin, 'trading company' i imagine bc that's the english below

he can use glader slang for the first time in months & months :')

oooohh the electric lights contrasted w the campfires outside the city

hes rubbing his arm 😭😭

yorick its you again 🥹

oh that is a FIGHTING face

#from the heart #maze runner #tmr movies #liveblog #the death cure #tdc #maze runner memes #tmr memes #memerey tmr

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nonaonann · 1 year

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Gothamites must have THE BIGGEST headache trying to keep track of all the birds and bats. I mean, all the different mantles they uptake during their vigilante tenure, think the robins and the batgirls,, plus all the different names and costumes they take up before settling into whatever DC continuity decides on.

Bonus: You think when one of them goes through an extreme costume change, some gothamites just think a new one has hit the streets?

ALSO, imagine trying to talk about a specific batgirl but it's just:

(For context, in current canon, both Steph and Cass are Batgirl. They're operating at the same time with the same name.)

"Oh, the ginger? She was badass. I dont think she's a Batgirl anymore though."

"No, I'm talking about the other one."

"The other one? Bro, there's more than one."

"The newest one on the scene."

"The purple one?"

"No, bro. She's been on the vigilante scene longer than the other one."

"Bro, no she hasn't. The ginger was the first one."

"I'm not talking about the ginger!"

"..."

"The one covered head to toe in black?"

"YES!"

"But she was Batgirl before the purple one."

"But the purple one's been on the streets longer."

"But she's the newest batgril?"

"She was a robin before that. The girl one."

"BRO, I KNOW THERE HAS NOT BEEN A PURPLE ROBIN."

"Dumbass, of course not! She wore the same colors as the others."

"Wait. So she wasn't that other purple vigilante?"

"Dude, Spoiler and the purple Batgirl are two different people."

"No way, dude. They have the same cloak thingy. Plus, no way Spoiler would let some girl walk around in her color, she was kinda territorial 'bout it. They have to be the same person!"

"Bro, based on that argument, the Robins might as well all be the same person."

"Ah, that's true... Backtrack, you said the girl Robin. There's been two."

"No there hasn't, dude."

"Yes there has. The second ginger one was a girl."

"There is no ginger Robin, bro, let alone two. Only black haired and one blondie."

"Dude, I swear I'm not lying about that."

It must be even worse with the Robins. No one can agree how many there's been, what hair colors they had, if they wore pants or not, if they've died, their age, their gender, what new name they picked up (if they dont think ex. Robin 1 and Nightwing are two dofferent people). It's all chaos.

Just, imagine this:

(Their referring to the Robin toy in the BatBurger kids meal btw)

"What Robin's this thing modeled after?"

"...Definitely not the new kid. That thing's [the toy] pale as the frickin' moon."

"So...one of the black haired ones?"

"Dude, they practically all have black hair."

"Bro...we talked about this last week. There were two gingers and a blonde."

"Yeah, but then Bobby said there was no way there were six robins."

"But then Tiff said there was definitely a blonde one cuz she met the girl a few times."

"Oh, and she did say there was at least one ginger, but he went emo, black box dye or somethin'."

"Oh wait, this one [the toy] doesn't have pants."

"That's still like half of them, dude!"

"Well I'm sorry, Bro! Take it up with the Bat! Tell him to get some fucking variety."

BONUS:

(Situation: someone being held hostage is being saved/handed over to paramedics or something OR report asking the question gothamites are dying to ask)

"Are you ever going to give an official statement on how many vigilantes are operating in Gotham?"

*inaccurate stare translation: Even I don't know how many there are. They keep appearing no matter how many times we do a headcount.*

"Silent treatment, terrific. What if I said a number, this number including you in the count, and then you said higher or lower?"

*small nod*

"Ten?"

*points a finger up, holds back an amused smile in response to the person's godsmacked face, then grapples away*

[The next day | someone's reading the article/blog post/tweet]

"There's more than ten of us??"

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alteon77 · 8 months

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Hiii, how're you doing?? In light of your recent update on 'The Bizarre Breeding Habits of Anthropomorphic Personifications' on ao3 (seriously those who haven't read it yet, you should totally check it out!!!), I just want to thank you sooooo much for your timely updates!! Your posts always make my week!! ❤❤ And don't worry I'm gonna be commenting my unhinged thoughts about chapter 15 asap!!😂😂

But more importantly I wanted to share a song with you!! The one that imo resonates a lot with how I see Maypheus' ship (esp about Morpheus' devotion towards her) 😭❤!! Idk if you're familiar with Bollywood songs but whenever I'm thinking of my fav King and Queen of the Dreaming, this song in particular comes to mind:

https://youtu.be/IV6wnEPMbL8?si=QDOvwl4bs84-n6iD

It's called "Labon ko Labon pe Sajao"— as in, "Decorate my Lips upon Yours" and I somehow managed to find an English translated lyrics video! If you're interested and/or have some time to spare, please listen to it and tell me what you think?? ❤❤

And as always take care >w< <33

First of all, THANK YOU times about a billion for the ask!!! And OMG, thank you sooooo sooooo much for reading!!! ❤️❤️❤️

As for the song you recommended, I LOVE Bollywood music!!! I mean, to be fair, I love just about any kind of music (and no, I'm unfortunately not exaggerating 😂), so I'm kind of open to it all. However, I want you to know that I added this song to my playlist yesterday morning before work, and I think I've listened to it about thirty times so far. It's officially on my permanent writing list for this fic. It's beautiful. Like, ridiculously beautiful. Now, I didn't watch the video with the lyrics until I got home, so it could have been an absolutely gorgeous song about peanut butter for all I knew. 🤣 But as soon as I got a chance, I copy-pasted your link and.... just give me a minute to swoon, because the lyrics?!? They're perfect. Completely perfect. 😍

Morpheus is devoted to May in The Bizarre Breeding Habits of Anthropomorphic Personifications, even if he doesn't quite want to be right now, so there's all this longing between them, a sort of pull that neither of them quite understands. He's hurt, but he still loves her, and she's kind of rocking that same vibe towards him. Rationally, they're separated and romantically done with one another. But love and dreams aren't exactly rational, are they? And that's a big part of their dynamic at the moment (which might be fueling the fire of certain aspects in their relationship very, very soon 😉)

Seriously, thank you again for this!!! It made my entire frickin' week!!! You take care, too, and I hope you have a wonderful day!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

#morpheus x oc #sandman fic #dream of the endless #sandman fanfiction #morpheus fic #morpheus x reader #sandman oc #sandman x reader #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus fanfiction #bbhap

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louscartridge · 3 months

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valintines day

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cw- none, other then its not really proof read lmao

requested by ❄ anon

summary- ray and y/n have hated every valentines day, except the past year, in result of being able to spend them together.

a/n: i like never write for ray romanticly, and i think this might be like the only time im going to lol soz.

valentines day. one of the cheesiest, most annoying holidays ever. it was just a stupid excuse for people to (usually) spend unnecessary money on someone their dating, just for them to break up 2 months later.

thats what you thought before you got with ray. the two of you got together on valentines day, making the day a little less pointless to you. ray thought the same thing. every valentines day he was throwing a little tantrum about how its pointless, and embarrassing. continuously going in circles to henry, charlotte, jasper, and somewhat shwoz. "even Laylani left me! without an explanation! stupid frickin hawai" they would all have to hear him repeat every year.

luckily, last year that finally stopped. there was no complaints from ray about valentines that year at all, and since ray and y/n were still together, everyone assumed it was gonna be the same this year.

you woke up before ray in the room that you guys shared in the man cave. after brushing your teeth and putting a pair of sweatpants on, you went downstairs. you put your hand over the screen of the autosnacker. "scrambled eggs". once you got your eggs, you turned around to put your plate on the table behind you, just to turn back around towards the autosnacker again. "water melon".

shortly after you ate, you started to get tired again. you layed you head ontop of your arms on the table. just as you were almost asleep, you feel a pair of hands hit down onto your shoulders.

he pushed himself up onto your shoulders, jumping like a kid. "y/n!" it was ray.

"woah youre awake" you say sarcastically.

"yeah here" ray says as he shoves a few roses onto the table infront of you in a glass vase.

you open your eyes slightly. "thank you" you say looking at the flowers just to be cut off by henry and jasper walking in from the elevator. "yeah!" they both start clapping. "we dont have to hear ray complain again this year uh uh" jasper starts dancing. "oh my god im going back to sleep" you say turning your head so your face down into your arms.

a couple hours later, you wake up to the sound of the emergency alarm going off. you lift your head up with a groan. "uhgg" "oh come on you need to wake up anyway" schwoz said while waving some sort of gun looking device around. "ok so im gonna take this before something else gets blown up" charlotte said taking the weapon away from schwoz. "time to blow a bubble" "and fight trouble" ray finished. "ok that was kinda lame" henry scoffed. ray ignored henrys remark for once, and walked over to you. "oh and before i forget, here" ray said before handing you a somewhat small square box. "love you" he said wrapping his arms around your head. "love you too" you said back, with your head on his chest. "ok lets go!" ray said rather fast before going up the tubes with henry.

'second valentines day is a win' you think to yourself.

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goncharovsandrey · 1 year

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ok guys so. I've not slept for about 37 hours i am absolutely SHAKING i feel like I'm going insane bc I have two EXTREMELY INSANE goncharov revelations

I've literally spent the last day and a half poring over old Warsaw cinema archives but I'm not insane. I KNEW I'D SEEN THIS SOMEWHERE.

FIRST OF ALL! there was actually a limited showing of Goncharov in Poland IN 1974 (behind the iron curtain!!!) in a small cinema in Muranów (Warsaw). I have NO IDEA how any of it squeaked past the censors but by jove somehow it did, somehow it did.

Now, Polish cinema of the late 20th century loved to retitle movies to something totally different. why? No clue. Only to confuse people if you ask me. Goodfellas became "Chłopcy z Ferajny," which translates to 'the boys from the gang' in old Warsaw slang. Die Hard became "Szklana Pułapka," which literally means "the glass mousetrap."

It was translated as "Akwarium." just. Akwarium. It means aquarium. Literally. Do you have any idea how long I spent tearing out my hair over which of these indie titles could possibly be Goncharov and it's frickin AKWARIUM?!

part two to come bc I might be delirious and I need to lie down on the floor for approximately two weeks. or so.

#Goncharov #Goncharov 1973 #Akwarium #Gonchposting #martin scorsese #robert de niro #matteo jwhj 0715 #Unreality

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berriesandjunnie · 2 years

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dating jeon wonwoo [birthday special]

happy wonwoo day, carats! here’s a celebratory wonwoo headcanon<3

wonwoo x afab!reader headcanon no translations needed what a man to date huh

lets start with how this man is in general yall!!

absolute simp

i said it

wonwoo is an undercover simp

he will do absolutely everything at the request of his partner

you want one of your cravings?

hold on sweetie he'll be there in 10

he's always been a lot quieter than you

perhaps one of those opposites attract vibes that somehow moulded together perfectly

some people like to doubt that the two of you even get along

but you love him literally who wouldn't

okay so his bday!

i can picture this is an early relationship and you've not made the first move of living together

this makes you a little sad bc you can't wake him up with birthday streamers but whatever

you do however! heavily decorate your little apartment in birthday things

you know he wont give a shit and probably wont like the colour but

you don't read minds and you are incorrect

he turns up at your house after spending breakfast with svt and dealing with their bullshit

he thought he'd escape it at yours but LOL

pranked

but as much as he perhaps isn't the type to plaster happy birthday banners to the walls and bunty above door frames

he can't help but smile and show his cute ass teeth when you turn around for a moment

doesn't despise the colour but he does think its questionable

you absolutely litter him in attention

he's always so attentive to you and your needs that sometimes its easy to get caught up in what the other may want

so when he moves to get a drink, you're up on your feet quicker than him and hurrying to the kitchen

wonwoo has to state like ten times during present opening that you do not need to do it for him

"but i want to"

"today does not immobilise me i can get stuff myself"

"well you're another year older grandpa don't hold your breath"

that's another thing like????

you two tease each other SO much

perhaps not as much as jeonghan would to his partner

but still you're a very playful couple behind the scenes and thats what the public will never understand

bc svt literally overloaded him on food for breakfast bc they simply love him that much he didn't really want to eat for a while

that is absolutely frickin fine to you

you do however drag him for some time in the sun, wandering seoul's streets and admiring small shops the two of you had never noticed before

and of course a cat cafe is involved why the fuck wouldn't it be

i'm sorry but the pure joy you get from seeing wonwoo quietly cooing over cats while sipping iced coffee is !!!!!!

even tho it's his bday he does get you some small things you like out of the stores you venture into

but he can't resist a book store and he gets a good few books for himself there that he's always wanted to read

you'd already stated you'd be borrowing them when he's done

anyways so you head back to your place and wonwoo is just like can we order takeaway?

and you was going to cook dinner for him but the heat lowkey ended you and you just wanted to sit down

so you agree!

and of course, gamer woo has a console at your place, obviously

he ropes you into playing minecraft and being his little flower collector

ofc you'll do that??? its his bday you can bring him flowers and shii

and plenty of tamed kitties!!

he names all of them a variation of your name and nickname

sorry but i am BAWLING what a man

wonwoo is so head over heels for you he never needs or wants anything extravagant from you

he appreciates your time and the effort you already subject into dating an idol

he always thinks you're the better partner for dating someone in the industry and he thinks you're very strong for it and hypes you up

he's even mentioned it in an interview before!

maybe in public the two of you aren't keen on pda - being an idol is a reason on wonwoo's behalf, it sucks to have media track you - but in private?

all this man wants is you curled up against him, a blanket draping over his and your legs and controllers in both of your hands

it's his absolute favourite thing in the world, to have you so close to him even if you don't play the game sometimes and just watch

he loves you

a lot

and he knows people think he's a super awkward quiet guy who probably isn't too fun to date

but you know otherwise as the two of you cuddle up on your couch and you request more cobblestone from him for your house

and in response he not only gives you a few stacks of cobblestone but a kiss on your head

"happy birthday wonwoo"

"thank you my love"

#cafeshuaaa #seventeen #svt fanfic #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #happy wonwoo day!!#svt #svt x reader #svt imagines

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feekins · 10 months

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AAAAAAAA TRIGUN MAXIMUM VOL 3, MY BELOVED!!!!!!!!

once I get some flailing out of my system, I'll get right into my thoughts and things and whatever translation weirdness I find as I re-read ch 1!!!

(NOTE: I'm reading the Dark Horse [physical] and the Overhaul [online] translations side-by-side)

as I've said before, I first read the Dark Horse translation as it came out in the US when I was a teenager almost 20 years ago. I remember always carrying the latest volume around with me at school, reading and re-reading it every chance I got (often when I should've been doing other things, y'know, as you do), and...honestly, I'm amazed I didn't get vol 3 taken away and/or had my parents called on me for it 😅 no spoilers, but lemme tell you: this volume, you can really feel the jump from shounen to seinen. maybe that's one of the reasons why it's among those that most stick out to me? there are other reasons, of course, but I'll get to them as they come up. anyway. I'm excited about this volume, so let's get into it!

(Dark Horse on top, Overhaul on bottom)

on the first page after the table of contents, we have context-altering translation discrepancies. I mean, yeah, you could say either one works, but...idk. once again, I'm more partial to the Overhaul. to me, it better emphasizes how much Wolfwood finds uncanny and/or doesn't understand about Vash.

and these flashbacks as Wolfwood's falling? I never rly understood it. this time around, I see it as Wolfwood ① reflecting on how Vash expresses his ideology and ② getting pissed about it (again).

I didn't understand what was happening on this page until this read-through! I always thought Wolfwood just hit a wall or something, but no - it's a lil self-own with the Punisher there (no but srsly, o u c h)

on the next page, subtle translation differences. Dark Horse has Wolfwood saying to Gray "Well done...y' big lug! Now, eat your reward! I'll feed you your death!!" whereas the Overhaul has "Nice job...ya fat lug! I'll feed ya yer reward! Now, eat lead!"

...and here, the translations say THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE of one another 😵‍💫

a more minor translation discrepancy is when Leonov is set up to attack Vash with that frickin'...vivisection-made...human taxidermy puppet behemoth...Dark Horse says "27 lethal points!" while the Overhaul says "27 lethal strikes!"

same deal with after Vash guns the thing down (in tHE COOLEST GOTDAMN SEQUENCE!!!). I'm not sure if it's Leonov talking for himself or through the puppet Unica, but either way, Dark Horse has (talking about Vash) "What a baffling fellow. If you're going to aim, it should be for the head, right?" while the Overhaul has "You're a strange fellow. If you intend to shoot me, shouldn't you aim for the head?" before, I thought this was in reference to Vash shooting the puppet thing - but this read-through, with the Overhaul wording things more obviously, it occurs to me that it's actually in reference to Vash also shooting through the tree branch that Leonov and Unica were just standing on.

that "drilling" bit always confused me. the Overhaul's translation...brings to mind that thing Nightow said in an interview about Vash and Knives leading a 'crawling existence' - this prolonged life alongside and witnessing humanity (to differing extents, of course)...

also. Leonov's face bleeding. I distinctly remember thinking on my very first read-through "dayum, he's got a strong grip!" but this. has nothing to do with that. 😱

on the next page, a minor translation discrepancy which falls under the category of Dark Horse Breaking Down Words And/Or Sentences Weird. in the Dark Horse translation, Unica's like "Splendid. How splendid! The. Raw. Material!" whereas in the Overhaul, it's "Splendid. How splendid! Untainted material!" oh Dark Horse, u so silly~

anyway! thanks to the Overhaul's translation, I know from the last chapter of the previous volume just how fucked up Leonov's puppets are! which makes this panel that much more horrific to me!!!!! 🫠

and then, over the next several pages, we have a whole monolog by Wolfwood that is rife with context-altering translation discrepancies;;;;;

in Dark Horse, we have this:

"A man...does not change... The name remains, long after the body is no longer bound to the flesh...when the blood is drained, the muscles stripped from the bone... Nothing beautiful enters here. That's reality for ya. ' 'Til death, the outer road tastes like the outer road.' "

...okay???

in the Overhaul, it's a whole 'nother story:

"The world...doesn't change... Yer name might remain, even long after ya die...but yer ideals join ya in the grave. Nothin' good ever lasts in this world. That's just reality for ya. Ya can keep on walkin' down this road 'til ya bite the dust. Nothin' will change."

the way I see it, it's a continuation of Wolfwood's lil ideological disagreement with Vash. this monolog is how Wolfwood sees the world. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: ah, Wolfwood...spoken like a man stuck between a rock and a hard place! 🥲

yeah, weird translation discrepancy on that left speech bubble 8T

Bardle VS Border has me a bit baffled, tho. it's definitely a mistranslation of an "imported" (therefore written in katakana) word, but that's where it gets weird. I looked it up and the closest "imported" word match I could find to "border" was ボーダー (literally "bo—da—" when romanized, O pronounced as in the American English word "over" and A pronounced as in "father"). SO. I'm thinking maybe the original Japanese used ボーダール (literally "bo—da—ru" when romanized, U pronounced as in "use"), but idk. what I'd give to see this panel untranslated...

aaaaand we end the chapter with a little slapstick palate-cleanser from the girls 🤭

#trigunbookclub #text postan 2k23 #tyyyyy as always for y'all's comments and continued support! reading them always makes me smile so hard xkhxjgxjg

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hyeahgaku · 7 months

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Heyo, Soy! I absolutely adooooore your blog! Thank you so much for whatever that you have done, and will continue to do for Sakaday~ Keep up the amazing, amazing work ❤️

AND THANKS FOR THE MOVIE REFERENCES! I did catch some of them, but you good sir, you noticed a lot more than I did which is craaaaaazy!! I always knew Yuto Suzuki is a movie lover and Sakaday has a lot of movie homage but I didn't expect it to be this many! 😱 SO COOLLLL~ and this week's chapter is heavy with Wanted references, I'm happy I noticed them 'cause I just rewatched the movie last week lol!

Anyhooo, I have a Sakaday IG which is still new and all, but since I post Sakaday things on there, may I request your permission to use your translations for some of the things I might post in future? I'm still a beginner in Japanese language, and since you're the epitome of Sakaday encyclopedia, I thought using your work would be more accurate and appropriate than mine 😅

Have a great weekend! :D

NO FRICKIN WAYYYY! MOON JUST MAILED ME?! HOLYYYY *uncontrollable senpai-noticed-me noises* but hey Moon-san, since your here I just wanna express how big a fan i am of your SAKAMOTO DAYS edits!! 🥺 i do hope you return with a MMV soon cuz we need more... until the anime comes 🥲

Thanks for your wonderful compliment, I do my utmost best to provide content for fellow SakaDays enjoyer. I hope they'll find my blog useful & helpful as that's what i aspire to do :)

Yea this week is loaded with Wanted! I'd like to rewatch the film too, been ages since i last saw it 😂

Oh man, you don't have to ask.. GO AHEAD😁 sad, i don't own an instagram no more. Do you have X thou, Moon-san..? Also don't worry, your JP is decent I've read your JJK posts before👍 i had a relatively sucky start today, but I'm happier now hahah thanks for making my day! 🫶🏼

#askbox #my favorite sakadays editor guys

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ihavetoomuchhomeworkforthis · 8 months

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I somehow seemed to have forgotten the most obvious and important factor of photosynthetic humanoids (Vulcans)

They would breathe out oxygen and in CO2! Because that's an important part of how photosynthesis works!

Trees don't have lungs, I think they exchange the gasses through stomata (tiny leaf pores), but photosynthetic Vulcans are humanoid, the need (and have) lungs for more CO2 intake.

However, this could help explain their super-strength. If they can breath passively through their skin/foliage IN ADDITIoN to breathing normally, they constantly recieve much more CO2 than they actually need in order to be functional. So their blood is hyperoxygenated. Sorry, hypercarbonated. Frickin' soda pop boys over here.

Probably not really. Maple syrup isn't fizzy.

Anyway, WHAT IF THIS MEANS THEY CAN BREATHE UNDERWATER.

Think about it, could their foliage absorb CO2 from water? At the very least, they'd probabl--

Wait shit Vulcan is a desert planet.

I was going to say they could probably at least hold their breath longer than a human, and that if an individual started developing near water, and there were water-adapted flowering plants there, the alien bees could probably transmit that to the flowering acorn baby embryos, and it would get translated to their leaves having a secondary gill-like function, which would be REALLY cool.

The other thing is: if they primarily breathe in CO2 (and out Oxygen, and really mostly nitrogen for both but I mean functionally), how would they fare on a human ship? I've previously established solutions to all their sunlight needs, but human ships are designed primarily for humans, and while they could adapt a Vulcan's individual quarters to the proper air composition, it'd be a bit harder to adapt for most other areas.

Trees seem to fare alright, but also they don't have to take in enough energy to sustain movement and complex thought processes and all that fun stuff.

Having enough Vulcans onboard would probably conserve a lot of energy on Life Support functions, because Life Support would be more equalized towards both species, and then the humans and Vulcans would have a symbiotic relationship cycling the air from one species to another, without as much need for computerized air filters and stuff. The Vulcans would effectively be a walking airponics bay.

It gets a bit more difficult if you've only got the one, because Life Support would have to be optimized to suit the needs of the many, namely: humans. Maybe the output of CO2 from the humans would be enough, but maybe not. Maybe that's why they do meditation with so many candles! (Not really.) Hold on, googling something.

"When a candle burns, the hydrogen and carbon from the wax combine with the oxygen in the air to become carbon dioxide and water vapor." ~NY Times

Okay, GREAT. And they get more water!!

Solution: crank up the spooky awesomeness vibes to the max by surrounding Spock's station with old-fashioned candles. It's a bit underwhelming since he also needs more sunlight, so it can't really be dark and spooky and just candle-lit. Being surrounded by bright artificial lights sort of ruins it.

But you BET when they go to red alert and everything has to go dark? His lamps are suddenly dim red lights, primarily infared (which isn't the best for photosynthesis? But still has many benefits?) And suddenly the dozens of candles surrounding him are giving off ALL the best spooky vibes.

Imagine them hailing whoever's attacking them, and the assailants open up the video signal only to see a very dim bridge... And ONE VULCAN, LIT UP RED AND SURROUNDED BY CREEPY CANDLES, LOOKING MENACING AS F-CK

#star trek #photosynthetic vulcans #photosynthesis #photosynthetic humanoids #Spock #star trek the original series #star trek headcannons #headcanon #candles #spooky #dark aesthetic #what else can I tag this #oh yes #biology theorization #vulcans #speculative biology

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minuy600 · 2 months

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LEGO On A Budget 2024 #5: 42612 Cat Playground Adventure & 71471 Mateo's Off-Road Car... and a surprise witness

I don't need to tell you this again, but I will. I love low budget stores.

LOVE them.

If you thought Kruidvat was amazing with offering weird things, try going to the cheapest large supermarket brand of the country. And finding this for 70 cents. I didn't know what to expect but it's marvellous.

So the main telltale differences that we're not exactly talking about LEGO here is mostly down to the quality. However, it's not too much worse in what is the most important of all; the pieces. The 44 of 'em feel fairly sturdy overall and are of a pretty nice color, even if I know that snapping them in half is easier this way. Nah, it really starts falling apart when you look at the fine print.

Let's talk about the manual. OOF. So the steps are far more complicated and much more confusing to look at, not great for something advertised to 5 year olds. Even I had some trouble figuring out what they meant with some parts of it. Although the PIECES are perfectly fine, the minifigure ain't doing so hot. He's got these floppy legs that make him difficult to make stand upright, and something about that face feels superbly bootleggy. Lastly, what I find moreso funny rather than annoying is the fact it seems to be an import from Russia- you got Russian warnings and translations right alongside the English text. ...Says something about the ethics of the cheapest supermarket around.

Overall though, you can't really complain about this stuff, can you? It's funi. For 70 cents, I had plenty of fun with discovering all the little differences and similarities. I'm sure the kids wouldn't notice. Here's hoping I can find more silly fuckin' knockoffs later down the line.

LEGO Friends - 42612 Cat Playground Adventure

Back to reality.

Oof. Or should I say, a reality check? I think this set is alright, but nothing more. It's clear we ARE starting to have more elaborate designs here, so by the end of it, I was starting to get at least a little into it and was content with how sizable it felt. But the building process, man, that was boring as heck. You wouldn't think it would be, with the more out there pieces like a slide for the cats and a litter box full of piss- okay well there you go, mystery solved. At least it also comes with fish.

Lotsa repeated pieces here too, we've seen the ladybug, the green plants and the brush multiple times over now, c'mooon.

Can't help but love that one of the cats is called frickin' Poundcake. And that Liam looks exactly like me. The plot thickens.

LEGO DREAMZzz - 71471 Mateo's Off-Road Car

At long last, something super unique! DREAMZzz was only introduced last year and is entirely of LEGO's own doing. They even made an animated series that somehow pulled through and is getting a second season this year! I'm as shocked as you are, I am unsure how many people are actually watching these. Buying the sets themselves though, yeah, I can tell why!

So the whole gimmick of DREAMZzz is that, well, stuff is set in a dreamy enviorment. And not only that, once you get through to about the halfway mark of the build, you can decide the outcome and let it branch out into two types of structures. In this case, the titular off-road buggy annnnd a 'quadcopter'.

Like that. Apparently also including an hourglass and some blomby alien dude that looks like a Kirby enemy paying a visit. Heck, there's technically two additional characters, the green blob at the back is supposed to be this transforming slime, aptly named Z-Blob. Only appears in this set, so he is certainly welcomed. Mateo is also wearing a gun. Yes. Again.

I'm not entirely sure how to feel about this guy right here. Despite there being a lot of charming unique mechanics to this one like the 'choose your own adventure' way of building and pretty much all the green pieces being completely unique, it doesn't seem to take the concept far enough. Choosing the quadcopter means you will have a lot of spare parts laying about. You have to rebuild the same stuff if you want to get the other build after all, too. I'm thankful they didn't advertise that part of it too much- it seems LEGO themselves wanted it to be a one and done. ...So then why give people the option to begin with? Another minor moan comes in the form of the concept. There's already multiple cars and helicopters around, even in this price range. Would've been cool to see them try something entirely new as they would with their more expensive sets.

Still, it's not bad at all. Of the quote unquote 'generic vehicles', this one only has the Fire Rescue Helicopter to call it's surperior. And that won't change for another couple weeks at minimum. It was more refreshing than I may make it seem. Of these two builds, I think the buggy wins out, so i'll be judging the entirety based on that.

Current rankings:

Cat Playground Adventure isn't horrible or anything, yet I found the small things you could do (and the admittedly cool amputee character) with Autumn's Baby Cow Shed a lot more charming than a barely-functioning slide and... cat wizz that you can pop in and out of existence. This one is gonna be duking it out with Steve's Desert Expedition, i'm sorry.

Mateo's Off-Road Car fares a bit better. I don't think it reaches to the stars as to what a dream enviorment could really do, the lacklustre choice of it being yet another vehicle doesn't do it many favors. Still, it's got enough to at least give you a little taste of what the theme is about, most notably with the significantly more out-there pieces included. If you're not looking into every low budget LEGO set like I am, I could wholeheartedly recommend this over the City cars. Ninjago wins here because of the additional flexibility.

City - 60411 Fire Rescue Helicopter

Marvel - 76275 Motorcycle Chase: Spider-Man vs. Doc Ock

Ninjago - 71805 Jay's Mech Battle Pack

DREAMZzz - 71471 Mateo's Off-Road Car

Friends - 42607 Autumn's Baby Cow Shed

City - 60401 Construction Steamroller

City 4+ - 60410 Fire Rescue Motorcycle

Friends - 42612 Cat Playground Adventure

Minecraft - 21251 Steve's Desert Expedition

City 4+ - 60399 Race Car

Next time, a set that's even LESS unique than most other vehicles, and a taste of the theme I wouldn't mind collecting at all after this is all wrapped up. See ya then!

#minuy600 #review #lego #lego friends #lego dreamzzz #ranking list #lego bootleg #kid's bricks #lego review

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honey-milk-depresso · 2 years

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Tell me how much you despise trey *pen and paper out*

I DEFINITELY DONT LIKE HIM-

EW YES- I WILL TYPE PURE HATE- MOST DEFINTELY- NO ROMANTIC FEELINGS FOR HIM WHATSOEVER-

**Here is where my ramblings never cease

He's selfless for the sake of not getting into trouble ALTHOUGH he's genuinely caring (in a way) for his family like during his Starry Night lines of how he gave all his pocket money for his little brother in order for him to buy a Magift ticket to fulfil his wish, and I'm VERY SURE he wanted his best friend Riddle to enjoy the famous store bought strawberry tarts because Riddle always wanted those when he was younger,

and it's IRRITATING that he's not giving time for himself or doing something and dare hides it professionally with good sounding excuses to cover up he is indeed genuine (most of the time) and I HATE HIM FOR THAT-

He's NOT a normal, nice guy. He's sadistic seen in Episode 2 as he wanted Savanaclaw to suffer and I totally didn't scream when I saw him smirked he's shrewd in literally HIS OWN PERSONAL STORY OF YET AGAIN STARRY NIGHT WHERE HE GOT RIDDLE TO BUY HIM A FOOD PROCESSOR- he seems to hide things about himself, like how he always dismisses that he's normal and basic and based in general in everything he does yet he can save Kalim with his excellent broom flying skills, and that's FRICKIN SHIT DJHDJHD- I'M NOT ENTRANCED BY HIS HINTING ENIGMA SELF-

He may be flexible and all, saving everyone's asses before Riddle can "Off their heads" countless of times like in his Ceremonial Robes personal story, or his Dorm Uniform personal story, I'm sure he's very tired, and that's annoying because GO TAKE A FRICKIN BREAK YOU IDIOT- YOU MORON- I WILL TUCK YOU IN AND YOU WILL SHUT UP DHKDHDK-

T*ey still brings his big brother energy even to NRC it's cringe. No I wasn't smiling like an idiot during his School Uniform personal story where he brushes Deuce's teeth like how he does with his siblings,

and no I'm not attracted to his dental care obsession and think it's cute he also does that with Sebek and geeks out about his father who's a dentist during the Endless Halloween storyline, no I didn't-

T*ey little glasses story in his Halloween Costume personal story while chatting with stupid A*ul about how he talks about his family and their opinions on his glasses, and how he alters his glasses because of how they felt when he wore each one of them showing his hints of him being genuinely caring and loving to his family even if it's just a small thing, and he's just so annoying oh my god, I can just kiss smack his face with my lips so hard right now-

He's a sweet tooth mf and I totally am not and wish that we can both indulge in sweet things together and he can brush my teeth defintely not-

T*ey is a horrible flirter and compare people's eyes to grapes which I totally don't find that cute, not at all, I hate him, god- I will kiss him so badly-

OH- and his perseverance and dedication to perfect a dish since young through his Birthday Suit Up interview of how he tried to bake his first batch of cookies and failed but tried again and again, and he still does, and his willingness and determination to learn something through an extra mile like how he was a damn idiot and attend the Apprentice Chef Class to learn how to teach others cooking. YOU CAN JUST GOOGLE IT, BUT HE WANTS TO LEARN THAT BADLY-

ALSO- THAT CAN TRANSLATE THAT HE'S SOMEONE WHO LEARNS BEST HANDS ON AND THROUGH EXPERIENCE WHICH IS ALSO WHY HIS BEST SUBJECT IS ALCHEMY BECAUSE IT'S HANDS ON AND REQUIRES MIXING POTIONS AND SHIT AND ALL THAT PRACTICAL STUFF I CAN'T DO SO STOP FLEXING T*EY I SUCK AT CHEMISTRY-

GOD I HATE HIM SO MUCH, ALL HIS TRIVIAL DETAILS OF HIS CHARACTER DOESN'T MAKE ME FIND HIM CUTE AND ATTRACTIVE, NOTHING LIKE THAT AT ALL-

HE'S NOT BORING THOUGH BUT I STILL DON'T LIKE HIM- NO WAY-

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