My totally original characters guys lmfao

Jk, I wanted to draw the three hedgies in the Mickey Shorts style? I think thats what it’s called? X’’D I think the style is adorable so yeeee o3o.

Don’t ask me why I made Shadow and Silver similar to Bendy and Oswald–And the fact that Sonic is wearing Mickey’s pants X’’D.

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For Easter, J’onn turned into a giant bunny thinking the kids at the Annual National City Easter Egg Hunt would love it. He was so very wrong. All the kids ran screaming in terror and Kara had to fly in and pretend to defeat the “evil large demon rabbit.” Alex and Maggie managed to grab a few pics of the kids running away. J’onn ends up horribly embarrassed, while Alex put the pictures in the weekly DEO memo that gets sent to everyone in the department. She ended up having to do the graveyard guard shift at the DEO for a month. It was totally worth it.

meltedviola replied to your post: current fixations:  - investigative podcasts -…

Do you have podcast recommendations?? I’m currently 100% obsessed with hardcore history but once I run out of episodes I’ll need a new podcast!

YES always. Ok buckle up. 

So I do love the good ol’ standbys like This American Life and Serial. They’re just so well produced and engrossing. 

Undisclosed is kind of an off shoot of Serial and it’s taking a much more detailed, hyper obsessive look at possibly-wrongful convictions (including Adnan Syed’s) from a legal perspective. Rabia Chaudry started it as a way of delving into Adnan’s case after Serial but currently they’re looking at the death of Freddie Gray and the aftermath. It’s harrowing, honestly, it goes into so much detail that I have to take breaks  when I’m too stressed to listen to how a boy was basically murdered by police, but anyway. It’s great. 

Missing Richard Simmons - I’m only on episode 2 of this but it is absolutely fascinating and a little horrifying in that “I can’t look away” way. I hope it continues in that fashion. And I didn’t know I could care this much about Richard Simmons. 

Missing and Murdered, Who Killed Alberta Williams is a CBC (Canadian Broadcasting Corporation) original podcast about a cold case of an indigenous woman back in the late 80s. It begins with a tipoff to a reporter from a former RCMP (mounties) officer and there’s no turning back. It’s a bit more formal and distant (very much in a newscast style), but I’m not too far into it so I’ll see how it goes. 

S-Town - if you haven’t listened to the preview for S-Town, do it. It’s by a combo of Serial and This American Life folks. It comes out on March 28th and it’ll be released all at once, Netflix style. 

Someone Knows Something is another CBC podcast, again tackling cold cases. The first season is about a boy who went missing in rural Ontario in the early seventies. In contrast with Missing and Murdered, this one is deeply personal and feels much more connected. You get a lot of atmospheric setting and effects. The host actually grew up in the town where the boy’s family is from, so you can tell it’s personal for him. 

The Black Tapes is a fictional docudrama by Pacific Northwest Stories told in the style of Serial. You can tell pretty much from the beginning that it’s being acted out, but that makes it almost endearing. The characters are memorable and the pace is super engaging. It’s episodic with a big arc and it deals with the paranormal, mostly in the realm of ghosts and especially demons, as well as conspiracy theories. I listened to both seasons within a week of hearing the first episode. Maybe less. It was a wild ride. 

TANIS is another docudrama by PNWS. This one focuses on a more dreamy, undefined paranormal event. The pacing isn’t quite as tight as Black Tapes, and it gets a bit repetitive, but I still recommend it if demonology isn’t so much your thing. Tanis is much more heavily conspiracy based, surrounding kind of interdimensionality, possible aliens, ancient mythology (think more Cthulu than angels/demons), etc. 

Rabbits is the first PNWS docudrama I listened to, even though currently it’s only on episode 2. This podcast’s focus is on a super secret sinister Alternate Reality Game. So far, again, it’s not as tightly woven as Black Tapes, but it’s still really engaging. It’s a more personal story, with less focus on the paranormal and more on conspiracies/secret societies/channels of power/etc. That’s way more my thing than demons, even though demons spooked me in Black Tapes. I’m much more intrigued by secret societies and stuff than I am by demons, so Rabbits is more my style. 

Then there are some random podcasts that I listen to and really enjoy: 

Writers and Company: another CBC podcast, Eleanor Wachtel interviews authors. Very simple. 

Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me: a comedy quiz show based on that week’s news with celebrity guests. Addictive, really funny, light hearted but still cathartic. Formulaic in a good way. Comforting. 

2 Dope Queens: Jessica Williams and Phoebe Robinson host a bunch of stand up comics and turn in into a variety show. Makes me smile big. 

OK that was a lot lmao but ……. I recommend all of these ahaha. 

“I’ve Made a Mistake” Ch. 1

The college AU that nobody asked for but that @tokugawalady and I created and love anyway. This is and will be an Ieyasu x MC fic. 

I hope you enjoy!

“You can’t be serious.” Toramatsu hissed, picking up another pair of ruined pants. “You. Cannot. Be. Serious.” He shook his head, almost unable to process what happened.

All of his clothes, from the clean clothes he laid on the floor last night to his pile of dirty laundry, they all had holes in them. Not just holes, they had been chewed to shreds.

He looked up, finally noticing that his door was cracked just slightly. Hadn’t he closed it before he had gone to sleep? A trickle of anxiety flowed through his veins, he had a feeling he knew what had happened.

Cautiously he stepped over to the door, opening it and coming face to face with the clothes-ruining culprit. His eyes widened. No, there was no way.

No. Way.

Toramatsu groaned, slamming the door behind him, a strangled yell leaving his mouth.

“That’s it! This is the last straw Tokugawa. I’m moving out!” He started pulling out his suitcases, not even bothering to throw away his laundry.  

He didn’t even have any clothes to wear to class.

“I’m getting evicted.” MC grimaced, thrusting the letter into Inuchiyo’s face. “For real this time.”

“For real this time?” He snatched the paper from her hand, taking a moment to read over it.

“Yeah, I am.” MC collapsed into the seat next to him, massaging her temples. “What am I going to do?”

“You were late on your payments again?”

“No!” She hissed, taking the paper back. “It’s the Manager! He’s a creep. I turned him down. Now I don’t have anywhere to live.” She looked exasperated. “Are we on the same page now?”

“Well what are you going to do? I already told you I’d take care of that creep but you wouldn’t let me.”

“Jeez, I don’t know, find a new place to live? Drop out and move back home? Move in to the campus library, maybe? I’m here all day anyway.” MC dropped her head onto the desk.

“You can stay with me?” Inuchiyo offered, patting her back.

“You, Hideyoshi, Mitsunari, and Hanbei in your two-bedroom apartment? No offense but I think I like the library idea better.” MC laughed, shaking her head. “I do appreciate it though.” She glanced at her phone, eyes widening.

“We’re going to be late for class!”

“Where do you think you’re going?” The familiar cheerfully cold voice chilled Toramatsu to the bone.

“I wasn’t joking, I’m moving out.” Toramatsu glanced around, hoping to look anywhere but the eyes of his roommates.

“You forgot to water the plants.” Ieyasu continued, trailing his hand over the leaves of one of the many pieces of his ‘special’ indoor garden.

“I don’t think missing one day is going to kill your profits, Tokugawa.” Toramatsu tried to ignore his line of thought. “Seriously, I’m packed, I found another place to stay. I’m gone.”

“All over little Ichigo?” Ieyasu sounded amused, pointing at the little demon, the floppy eared rabbit that single-handedly put him in pajamas.

“The thing isn’t a rabbit, it is a demon.” Toramatsu stepped back as the bunny hopped closer, wary of its sharp teeth. That little beast was barely a pet, it was just as threatening as a fierce guard dog. Over his almost six months living here, he had seen it send three separate people to the ER.

He wasn’t going to become a statistic.

“Harsh words, I seem to remember that you were the one who said you’d ‘cook her in a stew.’”

“I wasn’t even talking to you! I was on the phone and in my room!.” Toramatsu pulled the front door open. “This is just part of the problem, the tip a very very deep iceberg.”

“Of course, if you break the lease like this, I will have to pursue legal action.” Ieyasu shrugged, noting how Toramatsu froze at his words. “But, I’m a generous person, as you know.” He was smiling again, in that way that seemed to make the room 20 degrees colder, a smirk in his voice. “So if you can find someone to take your place in the next few hours, then I won’t say anything about you being such a dismal roommate and I won’t contact my attorney”


“Hey, Toramatsu!” MC shouted, jogging up to him in the hallway outside of their lecture hall. “Are you okay?” She looked concerned, but he really didn’t have time. He had to find a replacement.

“What? No I’m fine.” He replied, a flustered tone to his voice. “Do I not look fine?”

“You’re in pajamas.” She countered. “I’ve never seen you on this campus in the entirety of the three years I’ve been taking classes with you in anything less than your Sunday best.”

“Oh…yeah. About that. I’m moving out of my apartment, so this is all…I had?” He gestured to his pajama ensemble, a blush on his face.

“You’re moving out?” MC seemed to perk up at that. “I am too! Well, I’m being evicted, so that is less exciting but-“

“Evicted?” Toramatsu turned to her, wide eyed.  Oh no, he shouldn’t do what he was about to do, but…but, he needed to. He needed to get out of there. “Do you need a place to stay?”

“Y-Yeah.” MC gasped, stopping in her tracks. “Do you have a place? I mean, is your old place available?”

“You can take my place.” Toramatsu was yanking out a notepad, scrawling his address and information down. “I am having to move out because of extenuating circumstances, so my roommate needs someone to move in, ASAP.” He thrust the paper at her. “Be there at 6 pm tonight and I guarantee you’ll have a place to live.”

“W-Wait a second, will he mind living with a woman? How much is the rent?”

“Cheaper than your place for sure, and no, I don’t think Ieyasu cares.”

Ieyasu, MC recognized that name, Tokugawa Ieyasu. He was a senior, pre-pharm. His reputation was…less than pleasant.

She didn’t really have a choice now did she?

“Okay. Yeah I’ll be there.”

“Thank you so much!” Toramatsu seemed so relieved.

Shit, MC thought to herself, I have made a huge mistake.

Six on the dot and MC stood outside of the apartment, a nervous sort of energy making her tense.

Everything was fine. She was good roommate material. No strange quirks, no demanding habits.

And she was sure…sure he was not a bad person. Couldn’t be! After all, Toramatsu hadn’t told her anything too awful, other than the rumors she had already heard.

And those were just rumors…right?

She knocked on the door, rocking on her heels, and when it swung open, she couldn’t help but jump back in alarm.

And there he was.

The infamous Tokugawa Ieyasu.

The words were stolen from her throat as she glanced him over, even his molten copper eyes that make her shiver from the look in them were…stunning.

No this was a bad idea.

“So you’re the unfortunate woman who agreed to take Toramatsu’s place?” His smile never faltered from his face, and never ever met his eyes. He backed away from the door, allowing MC to walk in behind him.

“Welcome to my apartment.”

MC looked around, an incredulous look growing on her face.

His house was filled with…Marijuana plants?

Oh shit.

Well, it was too late, wasn’t it?

She took a breath, steeling herself.

She was going to live here whether she liked it or not, it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.