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blues824 · 2 years

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May I request the obey me brothers with an undertaker like mc from black bulter? Who is an reaper like Thirteen also an 100+ years old with an large weapon & sleeps in an coffin, can pull out memory in an shape of a something (I ended up forgetting)

Also don't stress yourself out too much and remember to take care of yourself!

If Undertaker ever asked me to marry him, y’all would never see me again. He’s just so beautiful, and happy, and I’m in love with this man.

ANYWAYS, I’ve been working on finding a balance between schoolwork and hobbies, and I think I found a middle ground. Take care of yourself, too!

Lucifer

You seem rather joyful for such a somber occupation. Since you couldn’t exactly run a funeral parlor in Hell, you would travel to the Human World whenever necessary. He understands that the majority of your fascination with the dead is that you can obtain information much more easily.

Once, Diavolo and Lucifer were working on finding why demons all over have been going missing, and they tried to pay you with actual money. You spat out your refusal and told them you would only give them what they needed if they made you laugh. The latter thought that this was absolutely ridiculous, but the former gladly told a few jokes.

One time, Lucifer needed to talk to you about something when he saw you experimenting on the corpses in the parlor. One of them was actually moving around, and he was concerned. You just giggled and told him that you wanted to see if you could bring them back to life. Unfortunately, you still lacked the ability to form a new soul, so it was basically just a zombie. Lucifer had never been so worried.

You and Thirteen seem to get along well. He’s glad that you are getting along with other exchange students, but could you please talk about something other than the funniest “times you went to harvest souls? It is not a proper dinner conversation. And it is certainly very rude to show off your old scythe at the table as well, Y/N!

Mammon

He’s honestly vibing with you on the happy part. However, we all know how much of a scaredy cat is. You owning a funeral parlor makes him a tad terrified. He doesn’t do well with dead bodies, especially if they’re real.

He remembers one time where he went to you for information about one of the witches he made a deal with. You see, she had died, and she was sent to your funeral parlor. She was part of a coven that Mammon was involved with, so he needed to see where they are now. However, you weren’t about to give information out for free. You told him the price, and he thought you were being ridiculous as well. However, he paid, you laughed, and you gave him the info he needed.

Another time, Mammon came by to drop off some stuff for you when he noticed you were talking to someone. He creaked open the door and saw what looked like a corpse standing up. He slowly walked backwards, but then one of the floorboards creaked. You opened the door fully and caught him, dragging him to the room to tell him about your experiments. He was genuinely terrified. You told him that the bodies were the equivalent to zombies since they didn’t have a soul.

He’s glad that you’re making friends, Y/N. But could it be anyone other than Thirteen? He’s seen you both in action because she invited you to do one more soul reaping. You, loving to partake in old hobbies, gladly accepted. He’s seen you take the film of the soul you took. Is this what happened to everyone?

Leviathan

You remind him of the Old Reaper from “My parents have perished in a terrible fire, and to seek revenge I made a deal with my demon butler to help”. It was a good anime, too bad they haven’t made a new season.

He has never seen you in your domain, so he can only rely on his brothers’ words. He’s heard of your strange bargain, info for a joke. However, he will agree that it’s better and more reliable than paying actual money for it. Plus, you see people getting back-stabbed for money, so it’s not as upsetting to tell a joke to get you to laugh.

He’s also heard from his brothers of your… experiments. The countless times they’ve heard you talking to a corpse as though it were alive, until they heard footsteps that weren’t yours. You would refer to them as your ‘dolls’, which is even more unsettling.

He definitely gets jealous whenever you say that you have plans with Thirteen when he asks you to hang out. He’s the Avatar of Envy, after all. However, you with your scythe is his new terrifying nightmare. You and Thirteen with your scythes is even scarier (extra points if you have your cloak).

Satan

He’d say your too joyful for your job, but to be fair he does enjoy a good murder mystery story. He wouldn’t be concerned about you and your profession. Everyone has hobbies, after all. He would be concerned about how you talk about it so eccentrically.

Your way of an information exchange is rather unusual for someone who remains on Earth. Usually, humans want money in exchange. However, when Satan visited to gain info on something, you told him your price. He doesn’t have a problem with it, but it’s odd.

Another time, he went to drop off some lunch for you when he saw you and two bodies walking around. He would have dropped the food if one of the bodies didn’t catch it before it hit the ground. You are more than glad to explain your experiments and the inability to create a soul that you have.

I think he’s on pretty good terms with Thirteen. The two don’t seem to have a problem in the game. He would like to accompany the both of you as you help her harvest souls. Mans is probably shocked between the differences of technique, since you view the film of the life and Thirteen just harvests the soul.

Asmodeus

He’s glad that you find joy in your job! You don’t see a lot of that. Plus, there is a macabre sense of beauty with the dead, and a lot of classic novelists as well as painters would agree. I mean, look at him! On Earth, he’d be described as something undead and supernatural.

I’d say that he likes your way of exchanging information. He’s used to having to pay money to gain information about witches, but when one went to your funeral parlor for something and Asmo went by to gain info on said witch, all he had to do was tell a joke. He appreciated the easy atmosphere you put on in such a grim place of business.

However, every positive thought he had about you disappeared when he visited and he heard you talking to someone in the next room. He called to you and opened the door, where he saw a corpse walking around and you sat there in deep thought. Upon discovering that he was there, you smiled and told him what was going on. He was disgusted at the sight, to say the least.

It doesn’t specify, but I think he’s also on good terms with Thirteen? He’s glad that you both bond over past experiences of being Reapers. Don’t tell Thirteen, but your version of reaping a soul is much different and more appealing than hers. The film of their life made him tear up.

Beelzebub

He’s glad that someone is optimistic around here. It’s not everyday you see someone so happy to be in Hell, literally. To be fair, you do get to visit your funeral parlor whenever a body arrives, but for the most part you reside in the Devildom.

He also enjoys your way of exchanging information. You prefer laughing rather than somber situations, so it only makes sense that you’d rather take jokes rather than actual money. The trick is to tell a joke good enough to get you to laugh.

However, it was one day where he came to take you to eat somewhere in the Human World. It was a rather normal day, until he saw you ‘resurrecting’ a corpse. He suddenly felt sick, as though the snacks he ate on the way were coming back to haunt him. You then saw him, ran and gave him a hug, and explained that you were trying to make your dolls come back to life. You further told him that since you couldn’t create a soul, they were basically just animated bodies. He threw up.

He’s kind of scared whenever you and Thirteen go out with each other. While it’s typically for business, you do get happily nostalgic about your time as an official reaper. Thirteen stands in the back just hyping you up, though. The both of you paired together are an unstoppable force. He’s probably still traumatized by her because of the whole ordeal with her causing his life candle to burn quickly.

Belphegor

No one has the right to be this happy, Y/N. Not even on a billion cups of coffee with a trillion shots of espresso. How are you so happy-go-lucky? And especially with a job such as yours. You’re surrounded with death and misery.

He finds your way of exchanging information rather annoying. Like, can’t he just pay you and get it over with? But nOoOo, you have to do something unique to make yourself stand out. Wait… it’s not that? It’s because you love to laugh and you think it takes tension away from the situation? Now he feels like shit.

He remembers once where you had to visit your parlor because someone had arrived and he had to accompany you so that you were carrying out your promise of no nonsense. He walked into your parlor exhausted from the day, but gets suspicious when he hears your sinister giggling. He peaked in and saw one of the corpses in the room walking around. He was wide awake for a few weeks after that.

I feel like he also gets jealous whenever you go hang out with Thirteen. Like, how dare you choose reaping souls with her rather than cuddling with him? Another part is that both you and Thirteen are much more powerful than he is, so he gets that small sense of inferiority and powerlessness. He doesn’t like it at all.

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ikeromantic · 1 year

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Yeeeeeeeee, hellooo I just saw your fic about Belle is a sword woman :D it was very cool to read it and I can't stop smiling when I'm reading it sooo if it's okay can I request the same thing but with the new characters (Gilbert, Silvio, Keith.) Thank you and feel free to ignore this or just erased this if you can, btw love your writings 😁👍 (keep it up and don't forget to rest!) Oh I also followed you on ko-fi ;)

So, I am not as comfortable writing those 3 but I’ll do my best with what I know of them ^_^ Here goes! Approx. 2200 words of Swordswoman Belle!

Gilbert

He rode into the fray, cutting his enemies down like wheat before a scythe. This battle was all but won, he thought with a certain smugness. It was good though, as he had need of a victory to add to his banner at court. His position was tenuous as always, and strength of arms was a quick way to bolster it. As quick as the wealth - and food- this raid would bring with it.

There was a knot of intense combat at the village center near what looked like a bookstore. The path was too narrow and cluttered with debris and bodies to ride there. Gilbert dismounted and strode ahead on foot. As he pushed through the ring of nervous soldiers, he came face to face with the cause.

A woman stood in front of the little bookshop. She looked like no one special, not at first glance. Commoner’s clothes, her hair pulled back in a simple bun, messy now, her features enough to be pretty but far from the court beauties he knew in Obsidian. But her dress was blood-spattered, a scarlet-stained sword held in her hands, and there was a fierceness in her gaze that belied her banal appearance.

She was no common girl. She was a beast. The dying and wounded soldiers at her feet told him this would be an entertaining opponent.

Gilbert grinned and pulled his sword. “There you are,” he called out, his voice the rasp of heated steel.

“You.” Her brows rose slightly in recognition. She knew then, who she fought. Her shoulders pulled back, and she moved her feet to a new, more defensible position.

The Obsidianite prince moved closer, then lunged. His attack was lightning quick, vicious, designed to overwhelm. Surprisingly, she parried and dodged. Her smaller frame was lithe and quick, even if her reach was shorter.

Gilbert had a moment to admire her graceful movement before she was the one attacking him. Making use of her speed to seek out his weak points.The joins in his armor, the blind spots he might have as she weaved about and around him.

“If you leave, I won’t have to kill you.” She said the words almost gently, a whisper meant for his ears alone.

“You mean you won’t have to die.” Gilbert grinned. This one had spirit.

She smiled back, her eyes flashing. “I’m not afraid of dying. As long as I take you with me, my blood is coin well spent.”

He laughed, feeling his heart leap at this woman’s ridiculous, foolish bravery. Then he attacked again, this time putting his reach and greater strength to use. Gilbert could see the way her arm trembled when she parried a downward swing. The growing tiredness in her step when she twisted out of the way of a lunge.

She would fall. It was a matter of time. Then he happened to catch sight of something moving in the bookshop windows. His gaze flicked toward it. Children’s faces pressed against the glass, watching the fight with terror in their eyes. Ah.

But he could not step back from this battle. That would be weakness. Word would make it to court. Gilbert steeled himself for what must be done. Another death to the tally. But when the opening came, a lowering of her guard at the wrong moment, he could not make the killing blow.

Instead, he struck her head with the flat of his blade.

The swordswoman had a moment to look at him, stunned. And then she fell unconscious to the ground.

“Bind her,” he told his soldiers, “and bring her back with the rest.” Gilbert knelt for a moment, pushing back a lock of hair from her cheek. “I will find out who you are,” he told her. Then he straightened. There was more dark work to be done this day.

Keith

Bemused, the prince of Jade followed Emma out to the training ground. “So what, dear lady, are we here for today? I expected we would shop or visit a cafe?”

“Hm. We could. If you want to. But you told me to pick something, right?”

Keith nodded. “So what is the purpose of our visit? Are we going to watch the soldiers spar?”

Emma laughed. It was such a lovely, sweet sound. One of the many things Keith liked about the lovely young noblewoman. “I thought we might practice. I don’t have much opportunity to spar . . .”

This caught him off guard. “Spar? With . . . with me?”

“Unless you’re afraid to?” She grinned, teasing.

“No. I mean, yes. But my dear, what if I hurt you?” Keith felt completely and suddenly out of his depth. What kind of lady sparred for fun?

Emma shrugged off her jacket and stretched. She was dressed in riding pants and a loose linen shirt. No bodice or stays. No heavy brocade. And her shoes were practical boots rather than slippers. “We’re just using the wood practice blades. I’m not worried.”

Keith shrugged out of his own jacket and took off his vest. “Alright. If you like. But don’t blame me if you leave here bruised. I’m not a bad hand with a blade.”

“Same goes for you, my lord.”

“Just Keith.” He smiled. She was always surprising him. Another thing he liked about Emma.

She tossed him a practice blade.

It was a long strip of hardened wood, with a weighted handle and core. Heavier than the real weapon would be but completely blunt. He knew he would have to be careful. No matter what she said, he really didn’t want to hurt her.

Emma took one long blade and a second, smaller one for her other hand. “Ready?”

“And waiting, my lady.” Keith had planned to go slow and gentle into the mock-fight, but she was having none of it. She sprang into motion as he spoke, slashing and stabbing with an unexpected ferocity.

The Jadean prince fell back defensively, relying on reach and skill to hold her back. Emma was better than he would have expected. She moved with the fluid strength that told him this was not new to her. He wondered when and why such a lovely woman would take up such a violent hobby.

He got in a few jabs and slashes of his own as they circled the training yard. In fact, much to his surprise, Keith was beginning to enjoy himself. There was a certain delight in an amicable contest against a skilled opponent.

Then it happened.

Emma’s smallsword jabbed his side, a glancing blow but it hit his ribs just so. The spike of sudden, hot pain spiraled up from that point of contact. And with it, the rage Keith held under wraps. His shadow. His dark heart.

Keith stumbled back and caught himself on a weapon rack. His hair fell forward, for a moment obscuring his view.

“Are you alright,” Emma called, sounding a little worried.

“Better than alright.” Keith’s voice was low and coarse. He looked up, his golden eyes blazing. The sense of friendly competition was gone.

“Keith? My lord?” Emma eyed him uncertainly.

He launched himself toward her in an all out attack. His wooden blade crashed into her sword, sending a shiver of force up both their arms. Keith pressed her back and back until she was nearly cornered against the side of the building. Skill or no, she was so much smaller than him and he knew he could crush her. She was in his power. His body thrummed with dark delight.

“Yield. I yield, Keith.” Emma looked up at him, not afraid, but concerned. Her gaze held more pity than fear.

Keith growled, low in his throat. “Not good enough. I want to know the real reason you called me here, wench.” He leaned down to look her in the eye, never letting up on the pressure to push her the last few inches into the stone wall.

“For fun.” She let out a breath and stopped resisting.

The Jadean prince had a moment of pure wicked delight in his victory. Then he caught movement from the corner of his eye, just a half-second too late. Emma’s smallsword connected with his head, the leaded hilt crashing hard against his skull. The last thing he heard was Emma’s voice, gentle and sweet.

“Sorry about that.”

Silvio

Silvio sat across from Emma in the carriage as it rumbled through the trade road between Benitoite and Rhodolite. He’d demanded her company to annoy the Rhodolitian princes, but now that he had it, he wasn’t sure what to do with it. He was tempted to break out the booze just to see how long it took her to lose composure.

Might be fun, but he generally didn’t drink on the road.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked, finally pointing out his impolite stare.

“‘Cause I can. You got a problem with it?”

Emma’s lips firmed into a pale line of annoyance. “I do. Why don’t you look out the window or read or something?”

Silvio grinned. “I been this way so many times there’s nothing new to look at. But the faces you make when you read are hilarious.”

“Hilarious?” She fought a very obvious battle with her irritation and courtesy. Etiquette won out as she took a long slow breath and gave him a viperous smile. “Of course you can do what you like, Prince Silvio.”

He scowled. One way or another, he was gonna get under her skin. Make her show him who she really was under all her proper little manners. Just as he was thinking up another needling comment, the coach rolled to a sudden stop.

“Not good,” he murmured. He’d bribed the last group of bandits to haunt this stretch of road. They knew payment depended on not delaying or interfering with shipments that had his personal coat of arms. Like this one did. So either they were trying to renegotiate or he had a new problem.

“What is it?” Emma peered out the curtained windows,more curious than worried.

“I dunno. Stay put.” He hopped out of the carriage in time to seen a stranger cut the coachman’s throat. This wasn’t one of his bandits. Neither were the other rough-looking men approaching. His coach guards were already in motion, which was good considering how much he paid them.

“Hey! You!” Silvio called to one of the bandits. “Who do you think you are, killing my coachman? You got any idea how much widow’s benefits are gonna cost me?”

The bandit didn’t reply. A bad sign. It appeared this group of miscreants wasn’t interested in making a deal. Worse, his guards were outnumbered, which meant without a deal it was entirely possible they might lose. The shipment. The coach. Their jewels and clothes. Even their lives.

Annoyed, Silvio drew his blade. Swords really were the last resort. But sometimes the last was all ya got. Just as he was about to run into the fight, someone leapt past him. Someone dressed in lace and silk, her hair ribbons dancing in the air behind her.

Emma threw herself into the fight. She carried two long thin blades, deceptively delicate, incredibly sharp. The first bandit she hit went down from surprise as much as anything else. He fell with a stupid look on his face. A look Silvio realized he was mirroring.

The Benitoitian prince quickly shut his mouth so as not to gape like some country-born fool. No one had told him the little noblewoman could fight. But fight she did. Like some demon in a fancy dress.

She moved swiftly, skirts rustling, as she darted between combatants. And in her wake, she left screams and blood. The men she cut fell, hamstrung or gasping for air. Their tendons sliced, lungs punctured. Emma was ruthless.

Silvio felt a certain growing appreciation. He had no use for another pretty face. But Emma wasn’t just that. Nor was she only a way to annoy the smug Rhodolitians. She was a force to be reckoned with. A scarlet whirlwind, destroying her enemies. He wondered if her services were for sale.

When the bandits were down, she returned to the carriage. Her blades tucked safely away in the hidden sheaths on her thighs. “Umm. Do you mind if we stop at the next inn? I really need a change. And I don’t want these stains to set.”

He laughed, mirth bubbling up in his chest. “Sure we can. I gotta make a stop anyway. We can talk about a joint venture.”

“I don’t know.” Her brows furrowed. “I’m kind of already in a contract.”

“Yeah? Well we can work it out over some drinks. I got some ideas.” Silvio grinned widely. “Besides, ya can’t tell me no. I’m a prince.”

Emma gave him a strained smile. All her etiquette falling back into place despite the smear of blood on her cheek. “I’m sure someone has said no to you before. And if not, then I’ll take the honor of being the first.”

“Here me out first, huh?” He scowled, though he was secretly enjoying himself. The girl had teeth. Very nice.

#ikemen prince #ikepri Gilbert #ikepri Keith #ikepri Silvio #gilbert von obsidian #keith howell #silvio ricci #fanfiction #fanfic #otome guys #otome

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cup1dvalenl1na · 11 months

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Ok so, strange request. Headcanons for Meister Maka with a weapon gn s/o

(blatantly assuming that either soul doesn’t existence or her never meet Maka)

If the request match up too well then you could make s/o’s weapon form a scythe too.

I WOULD LOVE TO!

(Lowkey my reaction to my first request)

ANYWAYS LET'S START! (Prolouge, ⬇️)

So Maka, we all know Maka is a very loyal person to her friends, and you are no exception as her weapon partner.

I feel like at first, Maka and you, would have a bumpy relationship.

She's focused on making you stronger than her father Spirit, so I feel like she would be kind of closed off at first. She's very focused on her goal and doesn't want anything to get in the way. Not to say that you guys don't get along, she's just very focused.

However, as time comes, (maybe something would happen with you, etc you got injured or sacrificed your self for her on a mission) the more you she realizes what she's kind of been doing? She's like "aw man bro I've been treating them like poopy dookie." (NOT EXACT WORDS LMAOOO)

Once she realizes what she's been doing I think she would feel bad, like really bad. So she would come up to you and apologize that her ignorance got you hurt. poor bby.

So you guys eventually build a strong bond together, and you always look out for each other. She believes in you, as her friend and as her weapon.

ROMANTIC HC⬇️⬇️

She's always had problems with love, especially because of Spirit, she has never really been around a healthy type of love, so she's always shut off the idea of love at first. Not wanting to be cheated on or treated badly like what Spirit did to her mother :((

But once you come along, as her scythe partner, she feels things that she never would've thought she would feel before. But she's afraid, afraid of everything that might happen if she says something. She's afraid she might lose you.

But eventually something happens, and she can't hold it back anymore, so she tells you, most likely in private ofc. I don't think she would tell you in front of everyone because this is a very vulnerable moment for her.

When you accept she's like mind blown, she stands still for a few min, lowkey making you worried, but then gives you the biggest hug 😢

During missions she would become a lot more protective for you, not wanting you to get hurt a lot and doesn't let you sacrifice yourself for her. She's just worried she's going to lose you, so she's a bit up tight at first, so you're going to have to reassure her that you're okay and want to help her achieve her goal in making a death scythe.

If you do get injured during battles she would get incredibly upset at herself if she thinks it's her fault, and stay beside you in the nurses office and hold your hand. If you got injured bc you were being a dumb dumb she's going to ridicule you (out of loveee bc she cares about you a lot and doesn't want you to get hurt.)

She's a little shy to affection, so if you wanna kiss her you're probably going to have to do it first. She's not used to being super vulnerable around people. But she would hold your hand in between classes, and if for some reason you don't kiss her yet she would get a little worried that you don't like her anymore, but eventually build up the courage to give you a little kiss on the cheek. (She wants you to shut up after it tho, don't ever bring it up or she will get embarrassed and Maka chop you LMAO)

During training and everything she always want to make sure she doesn't overwork you, and always offers for you to take breaks before continuing or bandaging you up if anything happens. However she is adamant that you keep up with your studies, but bc you are her partner she will try to be patient with you and will help you study, she's very proud of you no matter the outcome of your studying. At least you tried and that's what matters.

Lowkey makes food for you after missions too, you come home and even tho she's tired she'll sit you on the couch and make dinner for you, she'll blush really hard if you come over and help her cook. (Do it, help her.)

(THIS WAS REALLY LONG I'M SO SORRY I GOT IN THE ZONE. Might make a part 2?? If you want?? This was really fun to write about)

#maka albarn #soul eater #soul eater x reader #maka x reader #maka albarn x reader

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blorb-el · 10 months

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im gonna test out making lil comics impressions.................... no-one asked for this but. it seems fun to me. so. back from 7/18: world's finest 17, superboy: man of tomorrow 4, knight terrors: superman 1

wf17:

enjoyed this too much to have any real notes on it besides, as usual, wanting to eat the art and the colors, and also enjoying how Husbands bruce and clark are.

no, metamorpho, we do not talk about why superman has robot minions. the superman robots are probably so deeply weird to anyone who is normal (not obsessed with precrisis superman lore) (couldn't be me) but i'm like why WOULDN'T he have a bunch of robots. they are his helpers :)

kt: superman 1:

ART....ART ART ART.......chefs kiss art. love a clark who is just a Rectangle Guy

i would probably be more impressed by the Themes if it wasn't so reminiscent of the very good 2001 oneshot Superman: Where is thy Sting by DeMatteis. that just had more room to expand into the nightmare horror angle.

clark wrestling the scythe from the angel of death's hands fucks severely. kara also just punching her way out of her nightmares also fucks. love the superfam doing ridiculous things like that

said "HI HEADBAND KARA!!" out loud. 'it's all a dream' actually that one and also short shorts kara are real. to me <3

superboy: mot 4:

while it is funny to see clark getting scolded by what in my head is basically jor-el's old futuristic roomba, right now in action the entire superfam seems to be very tight knit... so it seems strange to imagine clark not noticing that one of his family is missing for two weeks. also last issue kelex told kon his family was concerned about him so they should know by now...?

i realize this story was conceived a year ago and the rest of the superfam changing around it in Rebirth isn't really it's fault. but it does mean i am tired of 'people in the superfam are sad about how they do not get enough attention from clark' stories by now (jon in action, karen in power girl, kon here). whatever. i move on.

this all has happened in. two weeks?????? even that whole ass kon clone??? how fucking quickly do clones grow in this world...? for that matter how old are the cosmoteers...?

'maybe the wronged people fighting for liberation are actually secretly tyrants who want to mind control the people they're freeing' is not. a plot to my personal taste 😔

i still don't get why dominator x would take a look at a perfectly good daxamite, decide he wants a technopath, and strip away all travv's daxamite abilities, which are. substantial powers on their own. albeit with the lead weakness. like. get another test subject and technopathify them? maybe the villain is just stupid? or maybe i am missing something from previous issues. i will reread this run when it's over.

anyway. in my opinion. kon and travv should have made out in an angry ust kinda way last issue. this would have made this book messier, which is fun. to me. and also would have doubled down on its naive, headstrong, rushing-into-things, heart-on-his-sleeve kon. just a thought.

#tuesday spoilers #i think im just gonna tag tuesday spoilers until the next tuesday comes along #weekly comics impressions #? i guess

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random-chaotic-bitch · 6 months

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Siren's Song - Chapter 4

Three months of peace had passed since the team had recovered the Golden Weapons. Alisha could be found training in the courtyard, running the training course as quickly as possible. Nya kept time, watching the siren gracefully slide through the course. Wu stepped outside, looking for the ninjas. Alisha took no notice, but Nya shook her head, pointing to another room inside the monastery. Wu shook his head in disappointment, closing the door as he left to chew out the ninja.

Nya turned her attention back to Alisha, who was wrapping up the course. "Whew! What's my time?"

The dark-haired girl grinned, checking the stopwatch. "Uh, forty-five seconds! Maintaining the same average as the last few rounds. Stamina seems to be holding out, and you've barely broken a sweat."

Alisha smirked. "Sounds great. I'm gonna go clean up, 'cause I was thinking about running into town and rescuing the rest of my stuff from my apartment. Need anything?"

Nya nodded. "Actually, yeah. I think we need to get more laundry supplies, and I have some stuff to get for myself as well."

The girls made their way inside. Alisha quickly changed from her blue sports jacket and matching leggings to a pair of ripped black jeans and a coral zip-up sweatshirt with a loose tie-dyed tank top underneath. The tank top read "This never happened" in black letters, a contrast to the blue-green dye job over the white fabric. She pulled her hair from its braid, keeping it in a simple loose ponytail. The siren grabbed a pair of soft-soled white sneakers, doing an awkward hop-walk as she pulled them on her feet. She made her way to the game room, where the boys sat playing video games. She made it in time to hear Cole say, "Well, I was gonna eat this pizza tomorrow, so if that's the case..."

Wu swiftly kicked the pizza slice out of Cole's hand. "Ow!"

The older man quickly snapped at the ninja. "No pizza for you! In order to reach your full potential, you must train."

Kai leaned back on his forearms, video game console on his lap. "Uh, remember when we did a little thing called the Tornado of Creation? I thought that was pretty insane."

Alisha stifled a giggle, continuing to sneak up behind the ninjas. Wu sighed. "Oh. You four have merely scratched the surface of your full potential. There are still so many secrets you have yet to unlock. You haven't even begun to tap into what powers your golden weapons hold."

Cole laughed. "You wanna talk secret powers? Check this out," he replied, using the Scythe of Quakes to plug in the TV, starting up the video game. Alisha readied herself to jump at them as Zane tried to comfort Wu. "Don't worry, Master. We will be ready when Lord Garmadon returns."

The siren crept up behind the boys, yelling, "BLEAH!"

The reactions of the ninjas made Alisha break down in giggles. Cole jumped, Kai shrieked, Jay fell over, and Zane yelled. Wu, upon seeing the chaos, had to stifle a laugh despite knowing the disappointing state the team was in.

The boys turned around to see Alisha sitting on the floor in a fit of giggles. "You- your faces," she managed to gasp out. "You look- ridiculous!"

Nya burst in, out of breath. "Guys, Lord Garmadon, he's returned! He was spotted approaching Jamanakai Village!"

Alisha leaped to her feet, laughter being replaced with shock. "Shit! Come on, let's go!"

She sprinted outside, opting to jump up and over the wall of the courtyard rather than go through the gates. As she free-fell down to the dragon stables, she used her Siren abilities to make her clothes shift from normal to her combat suit. Landing lightly on her toes she rose to her feet between doors to the separate stable stalls. As the doors opened, Alisha climbed onto Shard's back with ease and grace, compared to Zane, who struggled. She settled behind Zane's seat, laughing as they finally leaped into flight.

Alisha watched the conversation between the ninjas with a small smile. Her eyes widened when Jay asked, "Race you there?"

The rest of the team spurred their dragons faster. Alisha yelped at the change in pace but after a moment, recovered and whooped as Zane prompted Shard to move faster. "Come on, Zane! We'll beat them there!"

As they landed, Alisha hopped off first with a laugh, watching the others bicker over who arrived first. "Ladies, ladies, you're all equally pretty. Mission now, bickering later," she reminded them, grinning beneath her mask. Kai turned towards where the shadow of their enemy reflected off a wall. Evil laughter echoed around them. "Stay sharp, team. Whatever happens, never let your guard down."

The laughing shadow rounded the wall to reveal... a little kid in a black hoodie. Alisha rolled her eyes. "Oh, great," she commented. The kid laughed. "It is I, Lloyd Garmadon! I demand all the candy in town, or else!"

Jay's defensive position went slack as he stood normally. "Lloyd Garmadon? I thought we were gonna face Lord Garmadon."

Cole groaned, turning to Kai to explain. "It's his son."

Jay groaned. "Ugh."

Cole continued, addressing everyone. "Looks like he escaped his boarding school for bad boys again. And to think we could've been doing Spinjitzu already."

Alisha groaned. "Again? The last time was bad enough, with that two-week-long mission-turned-manhunt. This kid is gonna be the death of me."

Lloyd, getting no response, tried to make more threats. "Uh... gimmie your candy, or I'll release the Serpentine on you!"

The villagers of Jamanakai Village started booing. Lloyd pulled out a prank can of rubber snakes, unleashing them into the crowd. Alisha snickered as the villagers started throwing vegetables at the child. "No way! I asked for candy, not vegetables! I hate vegetables!"

Kai picked up one of the rubber snakes, slingshotting it out of the way as he spoke. "He's gonna have to do a lot better than use an old bedtime story to scare people."

Zane shook his head. "The Serpentine are real, Kai. They're not something to joke about."

Kai scoffed. "Serpentine? Real? We're talking about the ancient race of snake people who once ruled Ninjago and were supposedly locked underground."

Jay chuckled nervously. "Sealed in five different tombs to separate the warring tribes and ensure they don't unify to exact their revenge upon those who put them there."

Kai threw his hands in the air. "It was an old wive's tale to teach kids not to poke their noses where they don't belong. Don't you think it's a little suspicious no one's ever found one of their tombs?"

Cole sighed, approaching the kid standing on the fountain ledge. "Well, that's because you'd be a fool to look for one. If there was anything I hated more than dragons, it was snakes. Rubber or not."

The rest of the team joined Cole in getting the kid out of the main space. Jay got waffled in the head with the snake can, earning a stifled laugh from Alisha. "Eh, at least it isn't spider people. That would be bad," she commented. Cole waved off the people, saying, "Don't worry, folks. We'll take care of this. Nothing to see here."

The kid, fighting to get out of the team's grasp, started spewing nonsense. "Bow down to me or suffer my wrath! I'll give you to the count of three! One! Two!"

Kai butted in as they carried the gremlin child around the corner. "What are we supposed to do? Spank him?"

Alisha swatted his shoulder, scolding him. "Kai!"

The little kid got nervous. "Two and a half!"

A few minutes later, Lloyd was hanging off a sign by the back of his shirt, with food and mud all over him. Alisha snickered as the kid yelled, "You just made me your nemesis! Mark my words, you'll pay for this!"

Zane walked over to the candy stand nearby, purchasing candy for the rest of the team. The others each got some candy of their own from Zane, and Alisha ended up with a few lollipops. "Next time, try paying for your candy," Cole commented. Alisha shook her head with a grin, looking up at Lloyd. "Crime doesn't pay, niño. Trust me. It's not worth it."

Jay made a show of eating his cotton candy, taunting the ten-year-old. "Mmm... cotton candy."

The kid lost it at that, causing Kai to start laughing as the team walked away. As they walked back to the dragons, Cole wrapped an arm around Alisha's shoulders. "See? Nowhere near as bad as last time!"

The siren scoffed, face souring at the memory. "Yeah. Do you recall how we got that little gremlin to stop stealing our shit? Because I certainly do. Trust me, lullabies barely worked on that little demon child."

The team started to mount the dragons, Cole giving Alisha a boost onto Rocky. A scroll fell out of Kai's saddlebag. "Huh? I don't remember putting this here."

Zane examined the bag. "That Sensei's bag. You must've accidentally taken it in the rush."

Jay peeked over Kai's shoulder. "What is it?"

Kai turned to him in annoyance. "It's a scroll, windbag," he deadpanned. Alisha cracked a grin as Jay turned back with a matching look. "I know it's a scroll, but what does it say? It's written in chicken scratch."

Zane shook his head. "Not chicken scratch. The ancient language of our ancestors."

Alisha's eyes widened. Oh shit, she realized. Only Sensei's important and very secret scrolls are in the Old Tongue, like the-

"Uh, can you read it?" "Well, I can try. This symbol means 'prophecy'."

Ohhh no.

"Prophecy?" "It means it tells the future." "Of course. Ha-ha. I knew that."

Oh fuck no, I swear if this is what I think it is-

"'One ninja will rise above the others and become the Green Ninja, the ninja destined to defeat the Dark Lord,'."

Shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck shit!

"Oh, look, a picture!" "Dark Lord? Hold on... you think they mean Lord Garmadon?"

Oh gods, please, no!

"Wait a minute! Is that us? Is anyone else thinking what I'm thinking?"

Shit! Oh, we're so screwed. Screwed.

The bickering of the others faded into the background as Alisha continued to panic. Oh gods, Sensei's plan is going to fall apart! The whole point of the team was that it wouldn't be any of them! I have to tell Sensei before the plan crumbles-

"Everyone, stop it! Remember why Sensei brought us together in the first place. We're a team. We weren't meant to see this, and probably for good reason. Come on, let's head back home. We have training to do," Cole's voice broke into the siren's thoughts, dispelling the panic. She registered a black blur in front of her. "Hey, you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost," Cole commented, meeting Alisha's panic-stricken eyes. She let out a shaky breath. "Yeah, just got caught up in my head," she replied, readying herself for the ride home. "Don't fly rough this time, I don't want to get sick like I almost did the last time I rode with you."

Cole laughed in front of Alisha. "That was one time! You can't let that go?"

The blonde scoffed. "Never," she replied with a playful jab to Cole's side.

About minutes later, the team returned to the Monastery of Spinjitzu with lively chatter between the boys. Alisha flicked her wrists, alighting her hands with the purple-pink glow of her siren powers. She quickly crossed them over her front and dropped them quickly. As she did so, her combat suit shifted back to her regular clothes, relaxing in her more comfortable day clothes.

As the team entered the monastery's courtyard, Alisha noticed Nya running the training course. She noticed the team and lost focus, getting knocked off of the course. Jay went and shyly offered her a hand. "Hey, Nya. Closer to beating your brother's speed record?"

The black-haired girl nodded with a grin, running a hand through her bangs and de-sticking them from her forehead. "I'm getting there. Heard what happened in town. Just a false alarm?"

Kai nodded. "Yeah. Uh, but we're gonna need the space. Sorry, sis."

As the boys set up the space, Alisha rolled her eyes. "Men. Always thinking with their fists."

Cole started laying down some rules. "Two matches. Then the winners of each face off for the title. The armor is for our own protection. It's time to see what these babies can do."

Kai turned back to the girls. "Hey, Nya. Wanna stay and watch me mop the floor with them?"

Nya shook her head. "No, thanks. Alisha and I have to get some stuff from Jamanakai Village. Knock yourselves out."

The girls turned and left, walking down past the dragon stables to the hidden driveway. Alisha guided the younger girl to her motorbike, passing Nya a spare helmet. "You might have to adjust it a little, Cole was the last one to use it."

Nya laughed, clipping on the helmet. The two girls soon arrived at Jamanakai Village and split up to run their separate errands. "You pick up what you need, and I'll get the groceries we need."

About an hour later, the girls had what they came for. As they packed up Alisha's bike, villagers started screaming and running. Nya sighed. "What now?"

Alisha took a look, seeing Lloyd Garmadon with a cart of candy. "Ugh. Mini Garmadon. Again. I'll handle him, you finish loading up the bike."

The siren stepped out into the street just in time to see a horde of snake figures marching in formation behind the kid. She just as quickly darted back behind the building next to Nya. "I would like to retract my previous statement," she stated with wide eyes.

They stayed hidden in the alleyway, watching the Serpentine mind-control the innocent villagers. Eventually, the rest of the team showed up and attempted to deal with the wayward child. But, when they realized they were outnumbered, they turned and ran. Alisha caught them with the Force, pulling them back into the alley with herself and Nya. "Guys!"

Jay laughed. "Ha! You guys are okay!"

Nya sighed. "Barely. They've hypnotized everyone in town."

"Mind control? How is this possible?"

The black-haired girl held up a hand. "When you hear them rattle their tails, don't look them in the eyes. That's how they get you."

Jay groaned. "Well, what are we supposed to do? We can't use our weapons, and now we gotta fight with our eyes closed? Ha, perfect."

Alisha nudged Nya in the side, pointing to the only snake with a real tail. "The snake with the staff is the General. He's the one in charge. If we can get the staff from him, it holds the anti-venom. If we get that, we can save everyone," Nya explained. Kai butted in, pointing out, "Look, guys. Forget about the whole Green Ninja thing. Let's make Sensei proud. The four of us. We're a team."

Cole laughed. "Now you're talking!"

Jay turned to Nya. "Oh, and Nya, you can be our honorary member."

The girl rolled her eyes. "Gee, thanks," she commented sarcastically. Alisha knocked Jay in the back of the head as she strode past him. "Ow!"

The siren peeked out around the corner. "It's a good thing I don't have to ruin these clothes," she commented nonchalantly. "I like this outfit a lot."

She opened her mind to the Force, feeling the familiar hum of her siren powers. A purple-pink glow engulfed her, and when it faded, she was now wearing her combat suit, cape and all. Strapped to her back was her spear, tucked safely in a small slit along the cape seams. A familiar call came from the Force, a plea from an old weapon to be brought back once more. She frowned, tuning out the call.

Alisha grabbed her spear, spinning it in her hands for a moment. "Let's see how those snakes like a taste of their own medicine."

She stepped into the street, hitting her spear against the ground to catch the Serpentine's attention. "Hey, snakes!"

Her eyes widened as a bunch of snakes turned to attack her. "Please work," she muttered as she sheathed her spear. Crossing her wrists in front of her torso, she grinned as her hands lit aglow with purple-pink tendrils of siren magic.

The tendrils poured from her hands, eyes, and heart down into the streets, creeping along the ground until they caught the leg or tail of a Serpentine warrior. Once she had a sufficient catch, Alisha started softly singing a dark, simple melody.

Are you, are you

Coming to the tree?

Where they strung up a man

They say who murdered three.

Strange things did happen here,

No stranger would it be

If we met at midnight

In the Hanging Tree

Are you, are you

Coming to the tree?

Where the dead man called out

For his love to flee

Strange things did happen here,

No stranger would it be

If we met at midnight

In that Hanging Tree.

Alisha opened her eyes to see a crowd of Serpentine, eyes glowing the same purple-pink as her siren magic. They were under her control, completely unable to do anything other than what she willed them to. A dark smile crept across her face. "Sleep."

The Serpentine dropped to the ground unconscious, some snoring as they went down. Alisha released her hold on the snake beings before the whispers invaded her mind. She brought a hand to her head, holding back a gasp of pain from the sudden headache. "There's that karma," she groaned.

She noticed Zane confronting Lloyd. "Sensei was right. Never put off until tomorrow what can be done today. We should've dealt with you the first time around."

Lloyd shrieked. "Retreat!"

As the snakes turned to escape, Cole tackled the general, stealing his staff. But another snake tried to hypnotize him. Alisha tried to run to him but fell to her knees, still weakened from controlling so many beings at once. Nya saw everything and kicked the snake in the head. "Cole! You have the anti-venom!"

Cole shouted something back, but Alisha missed it when her ears started ringing. The siren's head drooped, forehead brushing against the ground. A red-clad figure entered her vision, but she couldn't tell if they were Kai or Nya. The figure picked her up, yelling something the siren couldn't quite understand. Through blurry vision, she saw the figure look her in the eyes. "Hang on, Alisha," they pleaded in a muffled voice. "Don't pass out."

Alisha started feeling lightheaded and floaty as her vision cut to black. The last thing she heard before passing out was her ringing ears.

#random chaotic bitch #ninjago #siren's song random chaotic bitch #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago star wars crossover #alisha kade #we're officially starting rise of the snakes!#i lowkey feel bad for all the times I've gotten alisha hurt #it only gets worse from here lmao #as always feel free to ask anything in my inbox!#yes the idea for alisha's non-battle outfit may have been inspired by that fit check picture from the other day #if yall don't know what i'm talking about go back and find that picture #its somewhere on my profile lmao

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potassium-pilot · 8 months

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FFXIVWrite 2023, Prompt 14: Clear

It was another night, and Dia was fast asleep. Dreams began to form and she found herself in the company of Ardbert, a frequent visitor to her dreams since they rejoined, as they sat in a pub that appeared vaguely like the Forgotten Knight.

"All right, what's the plan? Absurd treasure troves? Hunting ridiculously big monsters? Whatever it is, just not another of that card game of yours", Ardbert suggested.

"If only you got to play it with others in life. It makes more sense when you have more than just me as an opponent." She held out her hand to allow an aged parchment to materialize in her hand, unfurling it before laying it on the bar counter. "I'm thinking absurd treasure trove."

"Now we're talking. All right, I know where that is. Let me mark it on my map." He too materialized a map from thin air and marked it with a pen. "Okay, let's go."

The two stood up from their pub seats while the scenery changed around them to become a dungeon opening in a place that looked vaguely like the Twelveswood at night. "Perfect, we're here!"

"Nice short route, too. Onward, then." Ardbert removed his axe from his holster and held it close. "Make the enemies more of a challenge this time, would you?"

"If you're going to complain about it, I'll make them easier."

Ardbert rolled his eyes before he took sight at the pack of gremlins running his way, calling his mother all sorts of profanities and telling him to fuck off. The Hume knocked them all away with ease and ran forward to combat the human skeletons holding swords and lances.

"This all you got? Skeletons and gremlins?" Ardbert complained.

"I'm here for the exploration, not the combat."

Once he disassembled the last skeleton, he took a moment to appreciate the architecture. "I'll admit your design is much better than your enemy generation."

"It's weak enemies or Triple Triad."

"This. I'll pick this every time."

The bones floated away and reformed into a large human skeleton while a gremlin body floated to the top of the neck. A massive skeleton with a gremlin head roared back at Ardbert, gripping a scythe.

"The Grem Reaper", Dia introduced.

"Gods sake", he laughed. It took a moment, but so too did it fall to Ardbert and his axe. "All right, let's see who guards the trove."

She had a stony staircase lead them down to their battle, the walls carved with ornate and intricate designs. When they reached the bottom, small waterfalls adorned the place, glowing lilies floating on the water. The room's lighting remained dark, however, no matter how much Dia tried to brighten it.

"You all right?" Ardbert asked.

"I'm trying to get the reveal to happen, and nothing's working."

A light finally did flicker on, though not at Dia's command. From the darkness stood Meteion, blackened by despair.

"Greetings, you who are my final encounter", she greeted. Her right hand held onto someone else. The light glowed from above to unveil Hermes, still wearing his mask.

He smiled at Dia.

"...you're not doing this on purpose, are you?"

Dia shook her head, gawking in wide-eyed shock. She stood stiff as a board, the only thing moving her shaking jaw. Ardbert tried to move forward to fight them off, only to find that he was stuck in place. "Dia, I can't move!" he struggled to say. "You've got to unclench if you want to get rid of them."

"I don't want to fight them", she whispered.

"What? You've defeated them already. Out there, in reality. One of them was even dragged to hell, remember?"

"I can't do it", she whimpered. "Not again." She could finally take a step backwards, and then another until finally, she had enough control over her faculties that she could turn around and make a full sprint back upstairs.

At the top of the staircase, she bumped straight into something warm that knocked her to her feet. When Dia looked up, Hythlodaeus looked down to her with a smile and a wave.

"Don't worry. I'm a friend, not a foe", he explained calmly. "So are they, in truth."

Hermes, Meteion, and Ardbert ran up the stairs, Ardbert moving past those two to help Dia to her feet.

"They're really not bad eggs, Dia. They worried about you when you ran off", Ardbert told her.

Blue feathers began to reappear across Meteion and Hermes slowly removed his mask to uncover his emerald eyes.

"Why did you run?" asked Hermes.

Dia hesitated. "...I...I was...scared."

"Why? Do you fear us?"

"No. No, I don't fear you. I..."

Hermes approached her. "Yes, our parting was bitter. Regretful, even. But did we not enjoy what we had together?"

"That doesn't justify what you've done."

"Nor do I look to. No, I seek forgiveness from you, Dia."

"What?"

"Please. I need it."

"...y...you're not the real Hermes."

"But I'm very real to you. In fact, you face me every day."

Dia blinked.

"You think of me quite often. When someone calls you a hero, the savior of the star, something like that- you think back to me. Not Hermes, necessarily, but me."

"Dia", Hythlodaeus asked, "What do you think?"

She heard his question. Dia stepped to Hermes and gently took his hands, having put two and two together.

"Give me time", she requested. "I'm just not there yet, but I'm trying. I really am."

"I'll always wait for you. I have no wish to scare you again."

"You're going to scare me for a good long time, no matter what you do." Dia smiled. "Let me take my time with this. I can only offer assurances that I'm trying, but it's the truth. I hope one day, I can face you again."

"I hope so, too." Hermes began to dematerialize as a green aether before slowly drifting away from her.

"What about me?" asked Meteion.

Dia looked down to her and asked, "What do you seek?"

"I want to be your friend."

Dia laughed gently. "Perhaps if you were the real Meteion, this would be a very different discussion. Unfortunately, I need time to figure out how I feel about you, too."

"Will it always be like this?"

"I sincerely hope not."

Meteion bowed her head, then sparkled with light as she transformed into a starbird and flew out of the dungeon and into the forest.

Dia turned to Hythlodaeus and asked, "And you? What do you seek?"

"Something a bit more diverting than the Lifestream. I can't fully partake fully of the effects until your return. It's good to take breaks from delusions every now and again, even if they are your gifts to us."

Dia gasped. "You're the real Hythlo?!"

"As real as one can be when they've returned to the star, anyway. Emet-Selch is a far better mage than I, but thanks to the eternal bond we three shared in the distant past, I can still feel you, in a sense, and had an opportunity I couldn't resist."

Dia smiled. "The dream not to your liking?"

"Far from it. I play a regular part in it. But sometimes, I like to know how you are doing, my new old friend."

Ardbert patted his back. "Thanks for stopping Dia. She froze downstairs and took off."

"Well, as I recall, you requested challenging. I dare not think of anything more formidable than those you would call friends."

"A fair point. Dia, care to tell me what the fuck that was all about?" Ardbert asked.

"I think I need to unpack that a bit too. Let's do it together when we wake up." Dia looked back to Hythlodaeus, who asked, "I know you've made it clear that you do not wish for Hades to visit your dreams, but am I subjected to this?"

"You didn't kill off the only family I ever had, and run several genocidal dictatorships, so I think I'll allow you passage on occasion."

Hythlodaeus grinned. "Thank you! Now, how about we retrieve your treasure?"

Dia brought her gaze to the stairwell. "I don't think I earned it."

"No? What about for your defeat of the all-powerful Grem Reaper?" Hythlodaeus teased.

Dia thought about it for a second. "How about chocolate and a walk around the forest?"

"Genius!"

"Better than staying in here, anyway", Ardbert agreed.

Chocolate bars appeared in everyone's hands, and they walked out of the dungeon into the forest.

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #ardbert hylfyst #hythlodaeus #f elezen wol #fanfiction #something something dark knight quests #something something ishikawa already did this better than me #don't ask me about the symbolism unless you want to go down a rabbit hole #hermes ffxiv #meteion

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mlobsters · 9 months

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supernatural s7e21 reading is fundamental (w. ben edlund)

i recognize the name kevin tran but i have no clue who he is. another question soon to be answered. the cello playing not super obviously fake, good job everyone!

the classical music overplayed action dudes setting up gear and getting settled in dark and industrial setting, very reminiscent of... something. maybe it's a general action movie trope. but thinking of nessun dorma in the sum of all fears (one of my favorite usages of music in a movie). anyway. it's a vibe. and not one this show usually has. i like it

DEAN That sound like somebody saying, "No, wait – stop," to you? SAM Uh... Yeah. Yeah. DEAN Yeah. [shrugs] Oh, well.

all right then. did lightning daddy zap the kid some juice

meg livin it up

DEAN So, what? We start the storm heard 'round the world?

maybe i'm just sad but, oof. this better not be something to feel guilty about again

same, sam, same.

DEAN All right, so big daddy chomper lands here, he grabs himself some Dick…

they're really ramming the Dick jokes down our throats

DEAN Rufus' cabin, then? SAM Yeah. DEAN This time, I'm doing the shopping.

thank you for all the little domestic moments lately, show

literally busted out laughing. got the sad, sad trench back on. staring out the window. is it raining?

are dean and sam both forgiving and forgetting cas?

CASTIEL Will you look at her? My caretaker. All of that thorny pain. So beautiful. MEG We've been over this. I don't like poetry. Put up or shut up.

i'm with sam. okay.

CASTIEL If someone was going to free the Word from the vault of the earth, it would end up being you two. Oh, I love you guys. DEAN Oh. Uck. Okay. All right. Okay.

laughing at the transcription but he totally said uck

this sam confusion over megatron/metatron thing is making me laugh but it's so ridiculous. speaking of ridiculous, leaving the word of god on the floor to go bicker with meg, sam. he knows better, c'mon

MEG We both call, who do you think Cas will come to? I'm guessing me. You heard him – thorny beauty, blah, blah. I'm the saint who stayed with him. He owes me. His words. SAM Yeah, what about what he owes us? MEG Well, work on him a little. Maybe he'll start crushing on you, too, hot stuff.

this kind of feels like ruby 2.0, what they're doing with meg

DEAN No, I want you to button up your coat and help us take down Leviathans. Do you remember what you did?

CASTIEL We live in a "sorry" universe. It's engineered to create conflict. I mean, why should I prosper from... your misfortune? But these are the rules. I didn't make them. DEAN You made some of them. When you tried to become God, when you cut that hole into that wall.

tell him, dean

FEMALE ANGEL A demon whore and a Winchester… again.

okay addressing the ruby of it all out loud

SAM Meg, where did you get that? MEG A lot of angels died this year.

that was a good one

KEVIN So, these Leviathans – these monsters are real. And angels with wings? SAM No. Uh... no wings. No anything. DEAN No junk. Junkless.

okay.

COMMERCIAL We know you're hungry. Why not enjoy Biggerson's homemade pie bar? It's like a salad bar but with pie.

i'm there

awkward family road trips

CASTIEL We were assigned to watch the earth. Often, it was boring. The wars were very boring and the sex – you know, the repetition.

okay again

KEVIN This looks like a sex-torture dungeon. Is this a sex-torture dungeon? DEAN picks up a scythe. DEAN No, this is not a sex-torture...

this is some episode

CASTIEL (to sam) You seem troubled. Of course, that's a primary aspect of your personality, so I sometimes ignore it.

don't hold back, cas

CASTIEL The weight of all my mistakes, all those lives and souls lost, I... I couldn't take it, either. I was… I was lost until I took on your pain. It's strange to think that that helped, but – SAM I know you never did anything but try to help. I realize that, Cas, and I'm grateful. We're all grateful. And we're gonna help you get better, okay? No matter what it takes.

schmoopy music and all, looks like we are forgiving and forgetting

DEAN Oh, I don't know, man. What can I say? You've been chosen. And it sucks. Believe me. There's no use asking "why me?" 'Cause the angels – they don't care. I think maybe they just don't have the equipment to care. Seems like when they try, it just... breaks them apart.

can't get mad at a shark for being a shark?

SAM Here. “Leviathan cannot be slain but by a bone of a righteous mortal washed in the three bloods of the fallen.” Uh... It says we need to start with the blood of a fallen angel. CASTIEL Well, you know me. [He holds out a small bottle.] I'm always happy to bleed for the Winchesters.

mmmk

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 7x21 #ben edlund #long post #good grief #kevin tran

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jinxthejubilee · 2 years

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Halloween Binge: Day 17 👿 🍪

In honor of this glorious holiday and all the delicious treats that come with it, I've decided to rank the villains' outfits from the game Cookie Run!

Note: This list is solely based on my opinion, and honestly, this list was really hard because I love each and every one of their designs so much.

This is also coming from a purely design standpoint, their personalities are a completely different story.

Starting this time from #10 all the way to #1, without further adieu, let's bake to it!

10) Toothpaste Cookie

His name alone isn't winning him any favors.

Just the thought: a cookie made of toothpaste. Shudder

For real though, he mostly loses points for originality, since he's just a re-skin of Mint Choco Cookie. I know that that's the point, since he's an alternate version, but still.

His violin looks cool though! I'll give him that. But with way he's holding it, makes it look more like a guitar than a violin.

I really have nothing else to say, he's just bad boy Mint Choco. Nothing more, nothing less.

9) Mushroom Cookie

Look! I love my stoned-out little menace, but their outfit is just purple robes and a hat. That's it!

I like the droopy mushroom cap though. And I could be wrong, but their robes look similar to a mushroom's stem. I like details like that.

However, despite them looking adorable, and exuding the tired, energy, I must place them here.

Sorry, Shroomy. Love that shade of purple btw.

8) Pitaya Dragon Cookie

Not gonna lie: The helmet, the wings, the tail, that shade of red, the majestic flowing hair, is all just 💋👌.

BUT!

We've seen many other cookies in armor like that.

That's not to say that the design is boring or anything, it's just that we've seen this version of an outfit many times before.

Also, the sword looks kinda silly. Which I know, is a ridiculous thing to point out since this a game about cookies at war, but maybe if it was a bit sharper, it would look more menacing.

7) Licorice Cookie

I love his grim reaper aesthetic.

His design is very simple, but it works very well to his advantage.

The skulls around his neck, his scythe made out of bones and a lollipop, his dark gray robes, the little splash of purple around his waist so that the colors don't look too bland, everything works perfectly.

But I do wonder, with characters who have one eye covered with hair, unless it's to cover up a scar or something, isn't covering an eye functionally useless?

Look, I know it's to look cool and Licorice wants to go for that mysterious gothic vibe, but isn't his hair really thick?

Usually characters who cover up one eye can still see out of it since their hair is so thin, but his hair is made out of candy. Does it have the same logic as normal anime hair? The questions I ponder...

Anyway, he's cool. Next!

6) Twizzly Gummy Cookie

The colors do this one for me.

The blue and magenta colors are really satisfying to look at.

For a wild and crazy looking character, her colors are still uniformed, which I appreciate.

The punk rock aesthetic is also really cool, and I normally don't pick these kinds of characters.

I'm not sure why the eye that has a scar doesn't have the eyepatch on it. Now I'm curious about what she has under the patch.

But that's it. The colors are the best part.

5) Dark Enchantress Cookie

The Maleficent vibe. We love to see it.

From the horns, to the staff (I adore that staff), to the long dress, the cape, it's all here baby!

Overall, her design's also pretty simplistic, but I love the use of different shades of reds. Even the "black" isn't actually black, it's just a really dark red. I love that!

Sigh. But.

The moment I found her Chaos Incarnate outfit and other alternative concept designs for that out, I fell in love with them. And now her normal outfit looks so stale to me.

Sorry, my queen. I just can't bring myself to bring you higher than this.

4) Red Velvet Cookie

To be honest, with his color scheme, he really should be named "Candy Cane Cookie." But, oh well. I don't make the rules.

His outfit is really cool, even though he looks more like a prince than a royal guard for the Enchantress. But that comes mostly from the puffy sleeves and fur shoulder pads.

Love those flowing locks. Excellent! Even if they look like they'd reach down to the ground and get dirty.

The sword looks really cool too! It looks like a bedazzled, sharpened butter knife that people use at fancy restaurants.

His eyes are interesting. The blue really helps bring the black, white, and shades reds together.

And finally, the claw. Yes, the claw. Helping to solidify his badassery. You would never know this servant of darkness loves puppies.

3) Pomegranate Cookie

You really should be honored, Pomegranate. You rank hire than the woman you worship. Hope you're happy.

I'm a sucker for red jewels on characters, and her seeds? Whatever they are, look very shiny.

It's funny that despite have lighter shades of red that the Enchantress, she still comes across as menacing.

I also really like the bun bun hairstyle, so she gets extra points for that. Plus the fact that her head is shaped like a pomegranate.

I think what I love the most about her outfit, is how shiny it is. She's really ostentatious, despite being a servant. It's interesting.

2) Affogoto Cookie

This man's got style! He looks like an emperor!

The robe, that beautiful staff with sphere in the middle, the fur, the circular hair wrap (Idk what it's called), the braid on the side, the eyeshadow.

All of it. GLORIOUS!

He looks like a cat staring me down.

Beautiful! 💋

1) Black Pearl Cookie

As you can see, I never quite grew out of that mermaid phase. I couldn't help it. She's beautiful!

I'm a big fan of the hair, it looks like a cloud, and it suits her design so well!

Her shimmering...uh...scales? I think? Glitter maybe? I don't know. But they look nice with that shade of blue on her tail and the see though dress she's wearing.

The crown and the triton-looking staff are really pretty too. The crown reminds me of Ariel's father and older sister's crowns from The Little Mermaid movies.

And of course, the black pearl itself on the center of her forehead tops it off. I have no idea how the witches baked pearls into the cookies, but I love the result.

And that is it for my list! Sorry that it took so long to post today. I'm having wifi issues and Tumblr was acting up and not saving anything, so I had to rewrite stuff multiple times.

I hope that you found this entertaining. Let me know who you have listed as your favorite evil cookie.

With that all said, I'll will see you guys later!

Bad dreams, darlings! 🖤

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jullinh4x · 1 year

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A Halloween Night

It was Halloween,all the Robot Masters were roaming the streets looking for trick or treat.

-Go on, Chauncy Scissorhands! I want my candy!

-Okay, calm down, Ice vampire!

-Finally, Chauncy Scissorhands

While the Robot Masters were roaming the streets looking for trick or treats, Cursed Mega Mummy, Cursed Hatsune Mini, Blacky Ghost, Colonel Cat and Demon Sergeant were inside an abandoned building. Doing what you definitely wouldn't do on Halloween...

-I heard a myth that says how to summon the spirits of Halloween, we can try?

-Okay, as long as they don't exist

-Haha, don't be silly, Demon Sergeant! Let's go

Everyone prepared the ritual and followed all the steps and...

-Huh?

-How convenient, it seems that Demon Sergeant was right

Everyone left the building, but what everyone didn't know was that the ritual worked... and the spirits were going to the city. Meanwhile with the other Robot Masters:

-Phew, they arrived in time, let's start the festival!

Yes, there was a costume festival on Halloween!

-Hello everyone who is gathering on this bloody night, come on stage and do trios, duos and whatever!

Let the costume festival begin! (while they still have time)

-Here we go: Chauncy Scissorhands, Ice Vampire, Elec Afton and me... Witch Chaoquite!

-Right after this quartet,we have:Proto The Killer, Cursed Mega Mummy,Cursed Hatsune Mini and Wizard Namagem!

-After another quartet we have these lovebirds that are separated: Angel Brittany and Demon Sergeant!

-After the lovebirds,we have two more: Scythe Reaper and Colonel Cat!

-Going to the trios,we have: Wave Bendy, Splash Alice, Fire Boris!

-Going back to duos we have: Hypno Dalhia and Shinji Man!

-And finally: Blacky Ghost and Zombie Wood Man!

After a great festival and a lot of fun,it's time for the result to see who the winner is:

-It's the winner is...

-WHAT THE F*** IS THAT?!

Everyone looked scared and saw an army of Halloween spirits.

-Jesus Christ! I'm hallucinating or is this real?!

-The ritual worked, we're toast!

-YOU DO THAT?!

-Long story! How about the prize goes to whoever kills the most here?

-Good idea!

Everyone fight with the spirits,while Blacky invaded the building to destroy the ritual.

-COME ON, JUST DESTROY THIS!

While the Robot Masters fought, several twists (or not) happened,like that:

-Wow,looks like I found my copy, your time has come...

-That's what we'll see, skull

Scythe Reaper went up to Grim Reaper,where they exchanged scythe blows and incredible as it seems,death came to death

-Your time has come, skull *step on the head*

Meanwhile, Angel Brittany and Demon Sergeant were face to face with zombies

-You may not like this and neither do I, but you will have to accept it.

-What do you mean, Breaker?

-That!

-WOAHHH!

Angel Brittany and Demon Sergeant started to dance, even though it seems confusing to you, Angel Brittany already figured out what had to be done and shot all the zombies

-Well, it seems that dancing isn't even that ridiculous

-Yeah, but what do I get in return?

-A nice shot in your head, want one?

-No, thanks

Meanwhile,the famous Count Dracula was trying to bite Ice Vampire, even though Ice Vampire said he was a robot...

-Be quiet, child... I want to taste your delicious blood

-DUDE, ARE YOU DUMB?! I'M A ROBOT,YOU STUPID!

-Stop freshness, I know you're lying...

-What do you know?! I'm really quiet, you'll see

Count Dracula approached Ice Vampire and bit his neck, instantly breaking his teeth.

-AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!MY PRECIOUS TEETH!

-Well done,idiot *pulls garlic out of pocket*

-AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

With Wave Bendy, Splash Alice and Fire Boris, things were a bit different....

-Honestly! Why do you bring Vapor Man to life now?!

-WE CAN'T DO THIS ALL THE TIME!

-So let's die! *faints*

-I think you better turn into this Vapor Man now, you sure don't want me to rip that lady's face off with my chainsaw

-Okay, weird guy...

Wave Bendy and Fire Boris merged, creating Vapor Ink Demon.

-Oh shit...

-Calm down, you will have a good life in my ink world

With just one hit, the chainsaw freak was gone (looks like it was easier than usual)

-Okay, now I'm going to take this mermaid to an aquarium

Yeah, apparently several Halloween spirits like Chucky, Pennywise, Freddy Krueger, M3GAN, Ghost Face, Frankenstein and Pumpkin Jack they got along very badly! and to make it better, Blacky destroyed the ritual and it was all over

- Phew! What a night...

-I warned you not to do that, but you ignored it

-Yeah... and know that I need a BIG explanation for all of this!

-I'm sorry to inform you, but there are no winners here...

-Ah!I wanted the prize so much!

-It's okay, kid! *carries and hugs* next year you win,at least you have candy!

-Okay... Who wants candy?

-ME!

-NO! GIVE IT TO ME!

-I'M 45, BUT IT DOESN'T MEAN I CAN'T EAT CANDY!

-NOTHING OF THAT! GIVE IT TO ME! I MADE THE BEST COSTUME!

#mega man fully charged #mmfc au #creepypasta #funny story #halloween

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riah1846 · 1 year

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Suggestions???

I'm calling out all anime weebs for help. IDK what anime to watch or read first!!!!!!!!!! I have a list but people, help me choose! I would love to hear recommendations about what I should watch/read first, but if u have any suggestions, do tell me. So, here's the list!

Seven Deadly Sins (currently on season 3, but wants the manga) High Rise Invasion (SNIPERMASK IS HOT😩😩😩😤😤 AND DON'T TELL ME NO!) Tokyo Revengers (is that the name????🤔🤔🤔) Tokyo Ghoul (still on episode 1😭😭😭😭 ) Bungo Stray Dogs (idk if this is the one with Dazai in it???🤔🤔🤔🤔) Dragon Ball Z (*contemplating*) Soul Eater (seen the show, but need the manga) No Game No Life (need to read it for some craving reason) Black Butler (haven't read that in a while, so I'm lost 💀) Blue Exorcist (SLOWWWWWWWW UPDATE KILLS ME) MHA (I NEED THE SHOW BUT I HAVE NO ENERGY) Spy x Family (Seriously, the dude with the blond hair looks 🔥🔥🔥) One Piece (God help me, Luffy is so ridiculously adorbs) Naruto/ Naruto Shippuden (Haven't finished the anime nor read it. BUT I DO KNOW MOST OF IT) Boruto (most people say it's crappy, but I'd try reading it or watching it)

Well, that's all I can think of for now. Any thoughts???????? I've also been wondering which anime Isaac Frost is...you know, the psycho who wields a scythe and kills people???? NO OFFENSE

#mha #anime #tokyo revengers #one piece #spy x family #anime recommendation #manga #dragon ball #naruto #boruto #soul eater #blue exorsict #black butler #naruto shippuden #seven deadly sins #tokyo ghoul #no game no life

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redacteds-works · 2 years

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Nightcrow Drabble (On the way to Arkham)

"There's nothing I can say to you that we haven't said before, y'know." Dick glanced from the endless road ahead to Jonathan beside him. They'd taken his mask, and scythe, and a few other things, leaving him in the barest bones of his outfit, descarecrowing the scarecrow.

"What are we supposed to say when everything we've ever done has been to help you and yet we still have this same dance every time?" The hero continued, typical smile gone, replaced by worried lines and frowning lips.

Jonathan didn't even bother shooting him a glance. The silence cutback by the never ending Gotham rain pelting the windshield, the wipers glinding against the glass. The radio was turned down to a whisper, near silent in the heavy rain.

"I, We just want to help you. I always hoped we could at least save you, you don't want this, this can't possibly be a life.." Dick pressed further, gesturing with one hand emphasis while the other held the wheel.

They were going slow thanks to the slick roads, elongating the already ridiculous drive.

Again, Jonathan said nothing. Cuffs holding him to his chair jingled lightly as he shifted to press his head against the window. Blood dribbled from his nose, mostly slowed but not stopping. His hair was soaked, dripping down his slim frame. Small shivers racked his frame.

"Can you at least tell me why you don't want to be better?" He felt defeated, at this point, shifting back into his chair. Jonathan scoffed beside him.

"You think I want to be this way?" Jonathan borderline growled out, he could hear the man speaking between clenched teeth.

"From here? It's pretty easy to feel that way. I'm torn between believing everyone wants to be better, and seeing all of you fight to stay the way you are." Fingers gripped the wheel tighter, fidgeting with it.

"No, Nightwing I don't want to be this way. I dont fucking choose to enjoy watching you writhe in fear, but I do-" Dick went to cut him off, but Jonathan spoke over him, "-if it were that easy, to just stop, I would. But I can't. It's what I am."

"But it doesn't have to be!" Dick stressed, "We want you to get better, we'd support you!"

Jonathan finally turned to him, meeting his glance. He looked worse than before, a cut he hadn't noticed drooling blood down his temple.

He needed to fix that before they got to Arkham.

"Hold on, you've got another cut I need to.." He pulled the car over along the stretch of road, turning on the car's hazard lights before grabbing the first aid kit, twisting to sit facing Jon.

He reached to touch the doctors face, but before he could-

"What the fuck do you think youre doing?" Jonathan snaped, pulling away from the encroaching hand.

"Checking how big the gash is? What's your problem?" Dick pulled away himself, leaning against the door of the car.

"Put on gloves." He glared at the blue latex in the first aid kit.

"I already have on gloves, professor," he wiggled neon blue fingers in front of Jonathan's face tauntingly.

"No, you need latex. What if I had HIV?" Jonathan eyed said neon gloves, a hint of disdain behind those eyes.

"You.. don't have HIV." He was mostly sure of that. Most of their rouges told them when they had any blood disease, the ones that didn't want them to die anyways. Like the time Oswald suspected he was exposed to TB. They got a <em>letter</em> to the GCPD addressed to 'The Bat, and the family he surrounds himself with' in a fancy script.

"And you know that how?" A raise of the eyebrows. The only illusion to his emotions the whole night, ofcourse it was mockingly.

"Arkham tests your blood upon admittance." He smirked at the villain, sadness practically forgotten at this point.

"Nightwing, dear hero, when's the last time I was in Arkham?" Though he didn't smirk back, his tone was just as cocky.

"Right."

"Right, right, Nightwing. Gloves." He gestured to the latex.

With his gloves on he slowly dabbed at the blood with gauze, gaining confidence with each stroke until the remaining blood was merely a stain against Jonathan's skin. Then he grabbed an alcohol pad, whipping around the wound as close as he could without touching it, before grabbing two butterfly bandaids and closing the sizable gash as much as he could.

Then he ran an alcohol pad against everything again, including the remnants of the nose bleed he'd had earlier. He felt the skin under his fingers warming throughout the process.

With decision making so rapid it'd make his father proud, he planted a kiss to the bandaids before Jonathan could even react. It earned him a soft gasp. Maybe Dick did have a personal investment in wanting so desperately for Jonathan's recovery.

But neither of them were ready for that conversation yet.

Neither of them spoke the rest of the ride to Arkham.

#nightcrow #nightwing #scarecrow #nightwing/scarecrow #jonathan crane #dc: scarecrow #dc

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