#canine mutiny

[fuckyeahcatdog]

Bruh look at Sunshine’s face LOL

#submission #catdog #dog #mervis pantry #Mr. Sunshine #reaction faces #screenshots #season 2 #canine mutiny #funny

[flyinghellfish]

#the simpsons #homer simpson #marge simpson #marge bouvier #bart simpson #otto mann #kent brockman #kenny brocklestein #milhouse van houten #the canine mutiny #s08e20 #gif #throwing disc

[manitat]

JAMMING is a song by the reggae band Bob Marley & The Wailers from their 1977 album Exodus. The song also appears on the compilation album Legend... The song was sung at the end of The Simpsons episode The Canine Mutiny sung by Chief Wiggum...

#bob marley #jamming #exodus

[666vicious]

"in one of his few direct speeches in england, dracula markedly avows that mina’s 'rabidity' is, in fact, a rebellion from the mastery of the 'brave men' and tantalizingly promises to her that now, thanks to the power conferred by 'rabidity,' she may turn the scales, effectively reversing the gender hierarchy of the group of hunters: 'you shall be avenged in turn; for not one of them but shall minister to your needs' (252). this little remarked-upon line, i suggest, contains the key to the titillating vehemence with which beloved women and pets may be destroyed to put the rebellious dependants back in their place. and yet the text seems desparately to insist that lucy and mina would never wish to avenge themselves, to reassure late victorians that there is, in fact, nothing to avenge. dracula’s tempting offer of female empowerment comes closest to avowing the status quo inequalities that 'rabidity' challenges and explains the hostility that undergirds the graphic mutilation of all the 'rabid' women: a moment of recognition that the beloved pet has legitimate reasons to desire vengeance and might be empowered to seek it. thus, when mina is in one of her guided hypnotic trances, most immersed in her connection to rebellious 'rabidity,' van helsing fights to re-establish mastery over her. while she does obey van helsing’s commands to divulge dracula’s secrets, she complains that van helsing is unpleasantly 'order[ing her] about, as if [she] were a bad child' (300). to justify the imperious tone of his commandments, van helsing insists not only that he orders her about for her own good but that his need to command her reflects her mastery over him: mina is 'her [sic] whom i am proud to obey!' (300). to late victorians, the underlying crisis waiting to erupt in any master-pet relationship is that, in his love, the master might lose mastery. adoration for a pet is more than a cover for the dominance inherent in the relation that yi-fu tuan has identified; it poses a threat to the proper hierarchy, suggesting the motivation for the paradoxical need to mark the beloved pet as a threatening object when it is most lovable/loved. the master might love his dog too much, such that it is no longer clear who 'obeys' whom: his love and affection threaten his ability to sustain his position as head of the household and, in van helsing’s logic, motivate his paranoid assertions of 'loving' control over his subordinates. in loving a master and being loved in return, the pet stands intimately with the master, dangerously close to peership—and mutiny."

keridiana chez, “you can’t trust wolves no more nor women”: canines, women, and deceptive docility in bram stoker’s dracula

#keridiana chez #dracula #analysis #writing #my post #vampirism #notes

[dorothydalmati1]

The Simpsons Season 8 Episode 20: The Canine Mutiny

Written by Ron Hauge

Storyboard by Mark Howard, Erik Moxcey & Christian Roman

Directed by Dominic Polcino

Directing assistance by Mike Frank Polcino

#the simpsons

[almorrall]

A New Home

Paru set foot on the surface of a new world, a companion padding at her side. Robotic limbs worked in seamless unity, achieving quadrupedal mastery over rough, rocky terrain. His owner’s treaded boots had far less success, disturbing rocks as she cursed in vain. The science team would not be happy. She picked her way across the low gravity environment of Fornacis Twenty-two. It was a planet that orbited a solar twin, merely forty-two light years from Earth. Here, Paru hoped to make a fresh start for her people, refugees of space, pursued by the empire and other, crueler creatures.

            “We still haven’t finished scanning the surrounding area,” Executive Officer Kira chimed in Paru’s helmet.

            “We’ve been travelling for thirty-one years,” Paru returned. “I needed some… fresh air.” She laughed at the thought, looking up at the stars that shone through the planet’s thin atmosphere, incapable of providing enough oxygen for respiration.

            “This is no time for jokes,” Kira berated. “There could be Chaff out there.”

            “They couldn’t have followed us this far,” Paru dismissed the notion. Mention of their cursed name sent a chill through her spine. “None of the probes sent from Earth had dark matter drives, so none of the Chaff will either. They’ve upgraded themselves significantly since achieving sentience, but none of our analysis indicates they’ve achieved lightspeed travel.”

            “I hope you’re right. That suit is expensive, and so is that canine unit.”

            “That’s enough, XO.” Paru turned off comms, smiling at Lupus. “That’s better, isn’t it?”

When the expeditionary mission set out to find a new planet suitable for colonization, Paru had been thirty-three. Now she was sixty-four, and she felt it. Decades spent in transit thinned her bones, wasted her muscles, and shriveled her lungs. There was no fresh air here, but there was open sky and room to move, comforts not afforded her for so long. Though every crew member tested peak intelligence, wellbeing, and fitness scores, some didn’t survive the voyage. She knew what she signed up for, how unnatural it would be. Stepping foot on this planet, their longed-for destination, was everything to her.

            The captain mounted a low ridge with her robotic canine at her side. Lupus looked up at her with longing. She frowned, knowing he was programmed to live off the needs of humans. Sadly, he would be without purpose if there was no human to serve or protect. Paru was his human, and though he was steel and silicon, she loved him as if he were flesh and bone. His core computer possessed neural receptors analyzed her facial patterns, verbal tones, and emotional output. Stroking his triangular steel head and joined to his ovular body with titanium cables, she felt bound to him, knowing he was a calculated, metal creature. Angling his amorphous nose in several directions at once, Lupus surveyed an uneven landscape. His scans uploaded elements that flowed across her visor: aluminum, nitrogen, iron.

            “Looks like everything we’ll need,” Paru reported back to Kira. “Once we erect habitats, we just might call this place home.”

            “The solar winds of the nearby sun are unsettling, but you could be right.”

            Paru reflected on the voyage. She owed her survival through two attempted mutinies to Kira’s loyalty. Twice her crew demanded they stop when passing potentially habitable planets. Diversions were not part of the mission, so mutineers had been jettisoned into space. Some were close friends, some Paru’s lovers. People got close to her to take control. She’d only enjoyed seeing a few get sucked out into space. Looking at Lupus, she knew her second, Kira, may have kept her alive, but he kept live worth living. Ever close at hand, and always taking her side in arguments. A few mutineers even suffered his titanium bite.

The world they suffered so much for was unremarkable. Maybe there was ice a few klicks down, but it’d take five years for industrial drills to arrive from Tyras. Fornacis Twenty-two was chosen by the Founders, twelve men who left the empire over one thousand years ago. They made a new home on Tyras, where Paru was born. Rare metals were used to construct cities, factories, and new lives. Those same metals brought the Chaff, sentient probes who scoured Canis Major for titanium, iridium, and plutonium. The Outworlders, her people, became refugees again.

Paru missed Tyras, and her mother who pushed her to captain the expedition. When they fled the empire and their colony was founded, women never had such roles. Over centuries they’d risen to govern provinces on Tyras, but no authority could surpass that of the Founders. Though the Founders were long dead, their consciousnesses ruled still from the Mindbank, summoned each month to give them direction. Supposedly, their faculties had not degraded.

Continuing her observation, she climbed a hill to scan the nearby chasm. Twelve klicks deep, it would offer vast geological data for Lupus. Once again, he mounted the razor-edged rocks with ease. A snake-like tongue filled with sensors lolled as he looked back at her. Paru grunted, forcing atrophied legs to conquer the hill, gazing up at an ocean of stars. The galaxy opened wide before her, termed the Inner Ring, but still well outside empire space. Missing a foothold, Lupus looked to her again, sensors whirring.

From their high vantage point they peered down into the mirrored blackness of the chasm below. Lupus sat back on carbon fiber haunches, jaw closed, ears pricked and eyes forward to absorb his surroundings. It was silent, silent as death and the vacuum of space as Paru sat, eyes to the stars once more and dreamed of a field of habitats covering the plain below.

A great whistling rose from the canyon and Paru’s boots lifted off the ground. Lupus was at her side in an instant, clamping his legs over her ankles so that she did not drift up. Stones began to hover, and a terrible crash echoed as a rockslide poured into the chasm. Light pierced Paru’s visor as heat baked her suit. Musky light washed over the sky and Paru’s frame rattled as she gripped the rocks below, praying she was not launched over the chasm. Lupus set his jaws over her leg, gently holding on as she sailed in the wind.

Moments later it passed and Paru drifted back to sit, breathing in ragged gasps.

“Capt-n!” Kira garbled over the comms. “That flare came out of no- be more coming. You need- get back- ship now.”

“Kira,” Paru shook her head, buzzing with static, hand resting on Lupus’ neck. “Lupus needs to complete his scan. If that chasm fills with rock, we’ll lose years of data.” She looked to the robotic canine and nodded. Lupus whimpered as he sat back, ears up again.

Paru watched the elements flash over her eyes, but when they came to completion breath froze in her throat: Plutonium, iridium, and titanium.

“Scan complete. Returning to ship.”

Paru turned to make her way back down the hill, Lupus at her side. This time he wouldn’t go first but followed her descent. Another tremor shook the hill. Lupus bolted forward, planting firm legs to make sure Paru did not tumble down. Once it abated, they continued, descending the hill. Returning her gaze to the stars above, Paru felt dread where she once felt wonder. At the edge of the known galaxy, everything was dangerous.

They crossed the craggy plain, ship now in sight. Returning to its steely confines was becoming more and more appealing as they closed the distance.

“We see you, Paru,” Kira spoke. “Almost there. Did you sustain any damage?”

“Not that I’ve noticed. Lupus kept me from a spill into the black.”

“He deserves a promotion. Or at least an oil bath.”

The boarding platform lowered and as they crossed the last ten meters, Lupus stopped. Paru looked over her shoulder to see him poised before a mound of rock.

“Lupus,” she sighed. “The mission is over. We’ve scanned enough...”

From behind the mound slithered a glossy dome, erected on six clawed appendages. Swaying like a cobra, the creature approached Lupus, who stood his ground. He issued a grating of gears that could be considered a growl.

“Chaff sighted!” Paru called. “SecTeam…”

Balling its appendages like a spring, the Chaff hurtled toward Lupus. His jaws gained no purchased on the dome but managed to clamp a tentacle. Titanium fangs tore through, before other limbs wrapped around his neck. With sinister speed and force, its tentacles wrapped around Lupus’s neck. He threw his body against rocks to damage the creature.

“Lupus! Stop!” Paru cried, drawing a plasma pistol, and levelling it on the attacker. It shifted back and forth as her canine fought, giving no clear shot.

Behind her she heard the booted feet of her crew, shouts raised, and pistols charging.

“Back,” she ordered. “Hold your fire. We can’t damage Lupus. His data…”

A claw raked Lupus’ head, tearing out an eye and prompting a moan. The tentacles exposed barbed spines on rotors that sawed into Lupus’ carbon fiber body.

“Lupus,” Paru sobbed, mist filling her visor, “be still.”

The canine stopped struggling, and the attacker hooked two claws under his headplate, tearing it open to reveal circuits and couplings. Paru shuddered, firing a plasma blast into the creature. It rebounded off Lupus to splay out like a beached jellyfish. Its tentacles jerked once but came to rest.

Paru knelt at Lupus’ side, wrapping her arms over his scarred back. She looked into his one crimson eye as it flickered. After a moment its light went out completely.

“Captain!” came Kira’s cry.

            She heard it first, a sickening tear and smell of steel. Her senses exploded into white-hot agony. Her head fell back, staring into the reflective surface of the Chaff’s dome. Plasma fire erupted, leaving more holes, until it shriveled like a spider.

#

As soon as Paru’s comm went dead, Kira ordered for her to be brought to the infirmary, and SecTeam was dispatched to inspect the ship for more stowaways. Kira stayed by Paru’s side for three hours but her eyes never so much as fluttered. SecTeam’s reported no further Chaff but did confirm it’d stowed away amongst crates of freeze-dried food in the cargo hold.

Once they’d been gathered, Kira addressed key crew from Paru’s bedside. Their captain hadn’t stabilized and soon would slip away. Later they’d call Kira brilliant for doing what she did in such desperation. It was a procedure the onboard technicians rejected, but Kira pressed. The operation would surely kill Paru, but the alternative was for her to be lost forever. Against all odds they succeeded. Paru’s consciousness was uploaded to the ship computer while her brain still hummed with low activity.

While Paru was under the knife, Lupus’s data was uploaded as well. Analysis showed Fornacis Twenty-two had everything the Outworlders needed to maintain habitats, so long as no more Chaff appeared. Kira wondered if any more stowaways would accompany the colony ships when they arrived in two years. For now, they’d establish Outworld’s first new colony in centuries.

Engineers pulled all-nighters for a week to repair Lupus. Despite their efforts, his CPU remained compromised from the Chaff attack. Kira had an idea for this. After summoning Paru’s consciousness from the Mindbank, they debated for hours in the captain’s quarters. Finally, they agreed, though the crew was not consulted.

On her first trek to the chasm, Captain Kira was joined by Paru, who padded alongside her on all fours. Paru’s limbs had no trouble navigating the terrain this time, and she was first to mount the hill. As Kira struggled, Paru looked back with a smiling canine face. She would miss Lupus, but now he would always be with her, and she was happy to have a new home as well.

[noxspost]

the kids of hellfire, soleks, loco

Alcove: the deity of felines, canines, flocks, herds, ink paper, parchment, allegiances, witches, Philla and Agape.

Familiars: or Karas

Kir-kor: is the deity of victory, mutiny, brutality, discord, chaos, celebration, parties, and morality

Familiars: pigs or boars

Oka-la: is the deity of the swamps, sugar cane, starches, motherhood, virginity, hunger, and mother of the blades (warriors)

familiars: Banded Water Snakes

#my ocs #gods being gods #kid of gods #ghost au #my AU

[springfieldstills]

Darn. I almost had him eating dog food.

#The Simpsons #season 8 #Canine Mutiny #Homer Smpson #Bart Simpson #dogs

[fuckyeahcatdog]

Just a pic of Mervis

#submission #mervis pantry #CatDog #season 2 #canine mutiny

[flyinghellfish]

#the simpsons #bart simpson #santas little helper #santos l halper #the canine mutiny #s08e20 #season 8 #gif

[twst-bs]

NRC Students and an Anxious MC

And with this, I've done all of the students at NRC!! Well, with the nervous MC, anyway, I have some other stuff in the works too.

Also, in case anyone was wondering, I'm open for both requests and commissions!

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Ace: “You look awful.”

The Ramshackle Prefect shot Ace a glare, but it lacked their usual fire. “Thanks, Ace.”

“Come on, I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.” he caught up with them easily when they turned around to keep walking. “I just meant you looked like you had a rough night. Or like you’re stressed out. You know.”

“Your grave only has to be six feet, Ace, you can stop digging now.”

Ace rolled his eyes. “You aren’t usually this crabby. Seriously, what’s up?”

They sighed. “You’re right, I had a rough night.”

“Any particular reason why? Or just ‘cause?”

The two of them had reached Crewel’s classroom, but they still had a few minutes before they had to be in there. The Prefect bit their lip nervously. “I kind of freaked out last night because of the homework.”

“It was pretty hard, huh?”

“Well, that too,” they crossed their arms, almost like they were trying to hide themself. “But, it’s like...I feel stupid, you know? You guys all know this magic stuff, but I’m struggled to handle even the basics. Then I thought, well, if I can’t handle the basics, I’m going to get punished, and I would deserve it because I’m an idiot, and...you can see how the spiral went.”

Ace was quiet for a moment, studying them with an unreadable expression. Then, he heaved out a side and grabbed their wrist, tugging them into the classroom. “I guess it can’t be helped, then.”

“Huh?”

He plopped unceremoniously into his seat and dug around in his bag. “Be quick about it, okay? Queen only knows what Crewel’s punishment for getting caught copying homework is.”

The Prefect stared at Ace with wide eyes. “Seriously?”

“It’s better than nothing,” Ace shrugged, slapping his notebook down on the desk. “If he says anything, I’ll tell him you helped me word it. Now, come on!”

Deuce: They weren’t getting anywhere.

The longer they stared at the question on their worksheet, the less they could focus. Apparently this was supposed to be basic stuff, but there were so many strange ingredients with different magical properties that they couldn’t keep track. And the more that had to flip back and forth between their textbook and worksheet, the more stupid they felt.

“...right? Hey, are you alright?”

Deuce’s voice broke through the panic that was beginning to set in, and when they finally looked up, his blue eyes were wide with concern.

“What? I’m sorry, Deuce, I kinda...spaced there for a minute.”

That only made the crease in Deuce’s brow deepen. “You looked really freaked out. Is something wrong?”

The two of them had made a habit out of studying in the library together. Since Deuce wasn’t the best student and the Prefect was playing a very intense game of catch up, they figured they could motivate each other while studying. But lately, all they had been able to do was sit there and be anxious about everything.

"I...um…" They absent-mindedly clicked their pen, unable to look Deuce in the eye. "I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?" he asked incredulously. "For real, are you alright?"

The genuine worry in his expression made something in them burst. They threw their pen down on the table and buried their face in their hands. "I don't know what I'm doing! I went from magic not existing to suddenly having to study it, and I can't even master the basics! I'm terrified that I'll fail and Crowley will kick me out and -"

"Whoa, whoa, hey, it's okay!" Deuce's chair scraped against the floor as he hurried over to their side, grasping their hands in his. "Everything's gonna be okay."

Their chest heaved as they tried to suck in enough air. "But -"

"Listen," he cut them off. "The stuff you have to deal with is a lot. And I'm sorry for not realizing it earlier. If you want, we can go to Professor Crewel and ask for some tutoring, or even remedial lessons. Whatever you need, I'll help."

Cater: “What are you looking at?”

At the sound of the Ramshackle Prefect’s voice from behind the couch he was sitting on in the Heartslabyul lounge, Cater lolled his head back to grin at them. “Heya! Just scrolling through Magicam, what else is new?”

“That is your favorite pastime, huh?” they leaned on the back of the couch, looking at the screen.

“What are you doing in Heartslabyul, anyway?” he asked.

“Ace thought he could get away with not studying if he ‘forgot’ his textbooks at Ramshackle. I’m returning them before Riddle thinks I was in on it.””

“Yeah, that tracks.”

The two of them lapsed into a companionable silence, the Prefect watching as Cater scrolled. However, out of the corner of his eye, he could see their expression gradually get tighter and tighter, like they were trying to control whatever emotion was trying to show through.

“What’s with that face?”

“What face?” they asked defensively. “This is just my face.”

“That’s the face you make when you start having bad thoughts but don’t want anybody to know.”

“Get out of my head, Cater.”

He snorted, turning so he was sitting sideways on the couch and could get a better look at them. “Come on, tell Cay what’s on your mind.”

They hesitated, picking idly at the loose thread on the couch. “...It’s just me being stupid.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

“...The people on Magicam are way more good-looking than I am.” the finally mumbled, looking away. “I keep wondering when you’ll realize that.”

Cater’s green eyes widened before he giggled. “Nope.”

“Nope what?”

“I won’t realize it,” he reached around them to pull their face closer, kissing them affectionately on the cheek. “Because it’s not true. And whenever you start to think like that, you tell me, so I can reassure you.”

Jack: Something felt off.

Nothing in particular had happened, it was just one of those days. But, it was bad enough that they thought about just going back to Ramshackle instead of waiting for Jack like they normally did. Waiting outside of the classroom just made them feel even more antsy.

Just as they were about to shoot him a text to say that they weren’t feeling well - which wasn’t technically a lie - said wolf came out of the classroom, tail wagging involuntarily when he saw them waiting like it wasn’t an everyday occurrence.

Before he could even greet them, however, his nose scrunched up. Furrowing his eyebrows, he leaned down and began sniffing them.

“Jack, what the hell?”

“You’re nervous about something.”

Right. Nothing could beat that canine sense of smell.

“It’s nothing.” Jack opened his mouth to reply, but they cut him off. “No, literally. Nothing actually happened, it’s just a...a weird day, I guess.”

It was clear from the expression on his face that Jack didn’t quite understand, but the guy was nothing if not sympathetic. “Do you need help with anything?”

“Nah, it should eventually work itself out.” They tried to muster up an encouraging grin, but from the look on Jack’s face, they didn’t quite hit the mark. “I’m fine, Jack, promise.”

His tail had dropped, and his ears were pressed against his head. “...When I get worked up, going for a jog usually helps me. Gets all the energy out.”

They raised an eyebrow. “You and I both know that your jogging is my sprinting.”

“Then I’ll walk and you jog,” he grinned. “If you want to, that is.”

They paused before shrugging. “I probably won’t do a good job on the homework if I’m like this, anyway.”

Floyd: Don’t fall asleep. Don’t fall asleep. Crewel will turn you into a rug if he catches you falling asleep.

Their internal monologue was the only thing preventing them from passing out onto their desk. They had had a hard time falling asleep last night, and of course they were working on sleeping draughts in Alchemy today. The vapor wafting from the cauldron was enough to knock them out.

They hadn’t noticed that their eyes had closed until a hard knock on the classroom door startled them open. When Crewel called out for whoever it was to come in, the door opened to reveal Floyd.

“The Headmaster wants to see Shrimpy!” he sang, leaning against the doorframe. Crewel nodded, motioning with his pointed cane for the Prefect to get out.

Physically shaking themself awake, they stood. Next to them, Ace went “Oooooooh~”

“Trappola, just for that, you’re responsible for giving them the notes for the lesson.”

“Aw, come on!”

They didn’t even have the energy to stick their tongue out like they usually would. They just inched past all of the other students until they were at Floyd’s side. The merman casually slung an arm around their shoulder and steered them out of the classroom.

“What does the Headmaster want?” they asked. It could literally be anything, honestly.

“Oh, I lied!” Floyd giggled. “He doesn’t need to see you at all.”

“Huh?”

“You looked exhausted this morning,” Floyd tugged them closer. Not quite a squeeze, but there was something intensely protective in the embrace. “I figured you could use a nap.”

“So you busted me out of class?”

“Yup! This makes me your favorite, right?” he grinned, showing all of his teeth.

“Definitely.”

Epel: They always did have a nervous stomach.

There was a test in Trein’s class that day. No matter how much they studied the night before, they didn’t feel prepared, and their stomach was committing mutiny in response. They hadn’t been able to eat any breakfast, so now they were nauseated and hungry at the same time. They were either going to puke on the test or eat it, they hadn’t decided yet.

“Are you alright?”

They jumped. They had been so caught up in their own head that they hadn’t even heard Epel approach. “Hey. Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit of test anxiety, haha.”

Epel didn’t look convinced. “Are you sure? You look kinda pale.”

“Really, I’m fine. I was just a bit too nervous to eat breakfast.” they insisted.

“Well, that’s not good.” Epel frowned. “You’ll do even worse on the test if you’re hungry.”

Oh, why did he have to phrase it like that? Just the thought made their already roiling stomach turn, and they whined softly as they hugged themself around the middle.

“Ah, wait, I didn’t mean it like that!” he backtracked. “I just meant it won’t do you any good!”

Epel reached into his bag for a moment, mumbling to himself. “I know I have some in here...ah-ha!” he pulled out a bag of dried apple chips. “Here! It’s not exactly a full meal, but it’ll help. And they’re really light, so if you’re sick because of nerves, they won’t upset your stomach.”

“Are you sure?” they asked as Epel handed them the bag.

“Pos’tive.” he grinned. “I’ve got plenty back at the dorm. And Ma’s always sending me stuff from the farm anyway. So go ahead, I don’t want you passing out!”

Sebek: They had no idea what he was talking about.

It was a feat in and of itself to be able to not pay attention to Sebek. The man was a walking lightning bolt. But today was just not a good day, mentally.

A pity, too. They always liked walking around in the woods with Sebek. Something about being in nature and listening to him talk passionately about whatever was on his mind was almost soothing, but it just wasn’t working this time.

“Are you listening?”

They jumped when he said their name. They had gotten so sucked into their own head that they hadn’t noticed him turn his monologue into a conversation. “I’m sorry!”

“What are you sorry for? Is everything alright?” he looked them up and down with sharp amber eyes, scanning for anything that could present any danger. “Are you ill?”

“No, no, it’s not…” they sighed, shoulders slumping. “I didn’t sleep well last night. Nightmares.”

Bad dreams had been a problem before they arrived in Twisted Wonderland, but now they were really plaguing them. It made concentrating difficult, even on simple things such as a walk with their partner.

Sebek stepped in front of them, forcing them to stop in their tracks. His angular features were serious, thrown into deep contrast from the light of the sun setting between the leaves. He clasped both of their hands in his own, holding them tightly as he looked into their eyes.

“You needn’t worry about such things. I will not let anything harm you, even your own mind.” he squeezed their hands. “On my honor as a knight.”

Silver: Watching Silver train with a sword was...something else.

They could watch him all day, going after the training dummy like it was actually an enemy.

Well, usually, they could.

It had been another sleepless night, up worrying about all the various things they needed to do. They only managed to fall asleep around four AM, and they needed to be at their first class by eight, so they hadn’t exactly gotten well-rested. They were impressed that they had managed to stay awake during their lessons, but now it was catching up to them.

The warm sun shining on their face and the rhythmic swishing of Silver’s practice sword was vaguely soothing, and before they really knew it they had slumped against the tree they were sitting under, fast asleep.

When they awoke, they were moving. It took a minute to gather themself, and they blinked sleepily at their surroundings.

“You can go back to sleep.” Silver’s voice rumbled against their side. He was carrying them. “We aren’t that far from Ramshackle.”

“...You could have woken me up.” they mumbled, nuzzled closer to his chest. “I would have walked.”

“You looked so peaceful.” he responded, adjusting his grip. “Unless you want me to put you down?”

“No.” they sighed. “This is nice. Me and Grim are always saying that it takes forever to get to Ramshackle from anywhere in the school, I’ll take the ride.”

Silver chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to their forehead. “Go to sleep.”

#twisted wonderland #disney's twisted wonderland #twst ace #twst deuce #twst cater #twst jack #twst floyd #twst epel #twst sebek #twst silver #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #jack howl #floyd leech #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt

[bythebigcoolingtower]

The Canine Mutiny [S8 E20] (dir. Dominic Polcino)

Bart shows people the photo on his table as he asks about Santa’s Little Helper. It’s a small thing to do, but it adds a lot, and the picture itself carries on the tradition of the family not having a nice photo of Santa’s Little Helper.

#The Simpsons #S8 #Bart

[hanadolphieron]

surfer!jungeun~

warnings; none

genre; fluff

pairing; kim jungeun x gender neutral reader

word count; 1.5k

summary; you meet a squad of surfers while eating your lunch and one of them, the woman, the myth, the legend, kim jungeun, ends up teaching you her craft.

“jo serim, eat my fries one more time and i will squirt ketchup all over your precious hair.”

“i’m hungry, sihyeon~”

“you ate about fifteen slices of bacon this morning. there is no way you’re hungry.”

your two best friends have already commenced their arguing and it’s only 12 o’clock in the afternoon. you sigh loudly, stealing one of sihyeon’s fries while she’s busy berating serim for her love of savory food. 

serim, of course, sees you and alerts sihyeon, but siheyon, of course, thinks serim is lying and gets her tomato paste weapon ready.

you heckle at them and grab sihyeon’s arm, making her set the ketchup back on the table. she reluctantly lets you, warning that you could be next. 

your take a bite out of your burger. your eyes wander around the restaurant’s patio. it’s small, with the average sets of tables and chairs seated on it. the ordering area is right in your line of vision and you see a pack of girls walk up to it.

it’s a bunch of surfers. looks like they’ve come straight of the beach. one of them appears about ready to snarl at her hair- the sand just does not want to be dusted off.

one of the girls in the front catches your eye. she looks to be the quietest one in the group, standing off the side, the epitome of a tsundere girl crush. you catch her eye as she zones back in to her friends’ conversation and then orders her food.

you smile at her. she looks a little surprised and awkwardly grimaces back.

“the people here are so nice,” serim gushes next to you, “everyone i’ve seen so far has either waved, smiled, or made eye contact with me! i feel so appreciated!”

“yeah,” sihyeon agrees, “must be the food. anyone who gets to eat this good of a burger every day should be excruciatingly happy.”

the irony of the situation almost makes you laugh. you smile despite your slight embarrassment at the girl’s reaction to your normal, humane greeting. your friends take it as a sign that you agree with their observations.

the flock of surfers sit down at the table next to you. the girl you smiled at seems to tense up as she sits down. probably because of the close proximity of strangers. that always seems to be the case of nerves in detached types.

you continue eating your burger, finishing up the last few bites. sihyeon’s ready to go back up for more ice cream. serim’s complaining that she didn’t even have enough time to drink all of her lemonade and it won’t taste good with dairy!

sihyeon’s about to grab serim’s arm and manhandle her up to the counter, but before she can, one of the surfers next to you interrupts, saying, “hey, do you guys want to come down to the beach with us?”

“sure!” onda says happily without hesitation, looking ready to jump up and down.

“yeah,” you and sihyeon chorus at the same time, a little after serim.

“good, it’s getting boring. no one our age ever hangs out here, they’re all at muri beach.”

“why don’t you go down there then?” sihyeon asks curiously.

“it’s a bay, so there’s no waves. too calm for surfing.” the girl responds, tying her hair up in a ponytail and stretching. “anyways, the name’s heejin. i’m the swaggy one in this group.”

“never say the word ‘swaggy’ again,” another one responds, “i’m yves, by the way,” she adds as an afterthought before stuffing a fry into her mouth.

“i’m hyunjin.”

“my name’s jinsoul.”

“jungeun.”

you and your flock of friends introduce yourselves as well, and everyone slowly gets up, grabs their stuff and shuffles down to the water.

everyone talks comfortably, the easy vibes from the surfers seem to have osmosis-ed over to you. 

“wait, i need to grab my dog. my mom dropped him off,” yves says before turning around and running back up the restaurant.

“her mom just left the dog unattended?” you ask.

“yeah,” jungeun responds, “it’s a nice dog.”

“understandable. that makes complete sense.”

jungeun senses your sarcasm at her dry response and rolls her eyes. she opens her mouth to retort, but the sound of crashing waves drowns out the noise. you hadn’t realized how loud the ocean was until you were standing right in front of it.

“that’s loud!” serim shouts.

“yeah,” jinsoul yells back, “let’s move further back so we don’t have to yell!”

the group turns around and moves away from the water to set up camp. 

everyone rolls out their towels. serim is very happy with her hello kitty one and shows jinsoul excitedly. jinsoul is endeared by this.

yves comes flailing down the beach, fluffy puppy struggling to keep up with its speedy bird of an owner. 

“doggy!” serim screams. sihyeon is close behind, audibly keyboard smashing. you jump up too, trying not to hide your smile but failing miserably. there goes your cold, sarcastic first impression.

the three of you collapse onto the dog, who is thoroughly enjoying the attention and is about to wag its tail off.

“what’s its name?” sihyeon says, looking at yves who is doting on the puppy as well.

“haru”

“IT”S SO CUTE!” serim screams, frightening the dog.

“you scared it!” you scold playfully, picking up stealing haru and running back to the group.

“give him back!” serim sounds appalled as she chases after you.

“nope!” you say, and continue running, falling down onto a towel, canine in hand. serim falls on top of you, almost squishing the doggo but he manages to wriggle out of your grips before anything detrimental happens.

you giggle at serim’s attempts to fight you and tickle her sides. she shrieks in your ear and you shove her off, revealing a figure standing in your line of vision. 

jungeun.

“uh, hi?” you say, a little embarrassed because why in the world is she staring at you with such a weird look on her face?

“hello. that’s my towel.”

“oh, i’m so sorry, i was just uhm, trying to outrun serim here, and ended up collapsing on it.” you stand up quickly, brushing some sand off.

“no, i mean you can still use it, i’m about to head over and start surfing, so i won’t need it just yet, i was just a little surprised.”

there’s an awkward silence. you open your mouth to say something, but jungeun asks, “do you want to come with me?”

“surfing?” you say.

“yeah. i could teach you.”

“sure,” you agree, shrugging your shoulders. surfing can’t be that hard.

“good luck,” jinsoul tells you, “surfing’s tough. especially with jungeun teaching you.”

“i thought you were an expert?!” you exclaim at your newfound surfing mentor.

“i am, jinsoul just doesn’t know true talent when she sees it.”

“it’s okay jinsoul, i’ll be there to make sure she doesn’t kill y/n or something,” heejin sighs.

“have fun!” serim encourages before going back to intensely focusing on digging her toes into the sand.

*      *      *

“are you 100% sure about this? my life’s feeling a little threatened.”

“you’ll be fine, y/n. i’m here to protect you,” jungeun comforts you with a wink. 

heejin rolls her eyes at the two of you, “i’m going to surf over there and leave you two by yourselves. holler if y/n dies. i don’t care what happens to jungeun, as long as i’m not going to be blamed for it.”

you and jungeun snort as heejin swims away.

“so, first you’re going to jump on the board and sit on it. you need to learn how to balance before you do anything.”

you groan as you haul yourself up on the board. everybody say yay for public embarrassment!

luckily, you’re still in shallow water and jungeun is holding your board so you don’t get obliterated by the waves just yet.

you sit on the board. “what now?” you ask, conflicted between looking digruntled and attentive.

“now, you’re going to stand up,” jungeun is trying not to grin maniacally. you’re resentful but still listening so well and it’s the most endearing thing she’s ever seen.

“quit smiling like that. i know you’re trying not to laugh at me,” you whine.

jungeun just shakes her head. you have no idea.

with wobbly legs, you squat on your board and slowly stand up. however, your limbs decide to mutiny against you and you lose your balance, falling into the water.

“let’s try that again,” jungeun says, helping you up.

this time, she grabs hold of your hand as you try to stand up again. you’re still for a few seconds before your legs get wild once again. however, jungeun rests her hand on your waist in order to center you. 

this gesture causes you to lose focus even more. normally you’re chill about people being touchy with you or even flirting, but for some reason jungeun is making you internally combust. must be the way her eyebrows quirk up whenever she speaks to you, or the subtle touches, or her natural commanding persona, or how she tries really hard to look cold but you just know she’s a big softie, or-

“hey, you good? you look murderous.”

“yeah, i’m fine,” you pause for a second, recalling where you are.

“wait, i’m standing up!” you exclaim.

jungeun chuckles at your realization, “good observation.”

“can we try actually surfing now?”

“sure, you might fall again, but you seem to learn fast.”

“it’s okay, the water will catch me.”

“i guess it will,” jungeun shrugs, and the two of you swim into the open ocean together.

@catgirlkimlip​ put many thots in my head

#ultkpop #femifics #this is like kiwi/aussie loona #the chillness is top notch #props to soul-raised for giving me a dog name #sorry about the ending #it was a little trashy #loona #kim jungeun #jeon heejin #ha sooyoung #kim hyunjin #jung jinsoul #everglow #kim sihyeon #jo serim #loona imagines #loona au #loona reactions #loona scenarios #loona oneshot #loona oneshots #loona x reader #kim jungeun x reader #kim lip x reader

[duelistkingdom]

fall from grace (1)

Two households, both alike in dignity

An uneasy truce between Heaven and Hell was struck eons ago. Tensions still simmer underneath the surface between the two warring factions. Dartz has agreed to keep his angels in line and Pegasus has agreed to keep his demons in line. Their grudges run deep, a danger to those that they command.

From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean

When Atem from one of the high houses of Hell is discovered dying in the streets of 1920s Paris by a mysteriously kind angel, tensions of this old war spark when she elects to save his life. The devastating fall out of one simple act of kindness is more than enough to shatter the truce. Soon, it maybe be impossible to avoid the resulting war for all species on Earth.

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend

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cw: mentions of blood, self harm (kind of? there’s no scarring involved, it’s more like Allowing Oneself To Starve To Death), suicide idealization (nothing worse than you’d read in canon ygo), some artistic license re: european history espeically re: the french, violence

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Atem should be dead. That much he knew. He should have been dead and buried thousands of years ago. Instead, here he stood anyway because the universe did not care about “should haves”. Mortals did not know how lucky they were that they did not know what lurked in the shadows of the world around them. The last vampire he talked with could not understand the concerns Atem had about feeding on the ignorant mortals. He would prefer to leave mortals to their own devices. Yet, Bakura had claimed part of the fun of being a vampire was that they could kill corrupt politicians with no fear of repercussions. While Atem could see his point, Atem still thought it was wrong to kill someone. It was still better than most other vampires, who considered the homeless and young children to be their prey. 

Atem stumbled over, his hand pressed against the wall in an attempt to hold himself up. Bakura was right - he was letting himself waste away to dust by refusing to feed. If he did not find a way to sustain himself soon, then he would surely die. That was when she came into the picture.

Her light filled the small alleyway and he felt the urge to shrink away from her. He could tell right away this was not a being he was supposed to interact with. It felt almost like when he attempted to enter a church or a mosque or a synagogue - like he was being pushed away. Atem groaned, sinking to the ground as he stared up into her face. He couldn’t describe what he was looking at. All he knew is that she was easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. 

“Are you okay?” she asked. “You seem like you need help.”

“I’m fine,” he said automatically, the desire to hide his weakness from someone obviously more powerful than him. Her celestial aura radiated. He noted that she wasn’t dressed in the contemporary fashion. There could be several reasons for this, except her clothing was easily decades out of date. He wanted to comment on this, but held back. Perhaps he wasn’t as in touch with the latest trends as he thought he was. “Go find someone else to bother.”

She raised a brow. “You don’t seem fine to me,” she said, twisting her skirts as she leaned down to be eye-level with him. He noted the fabric - silks. Perhaps it was an old hand-me-down from a sister, he reasoned, trying to argue against the very facts in front of him. Then again, most women in Paris seemed to prefer to keep up with the trends. Something was not right about her. “Please… Let me help.”

Her hand hesitated, hovering just slightly over his cheek. Oh, how he wished that she might. “Thank you for the offer, you’re very kind to do so,” he said, well aware there was nothing she could do to help. That’s not true, Bakura’s voice in his head reminded him. You could ask to drink from her. He brushed the thought aside. “However, I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do to help.”

Had she seen his teeth? Surely she must have seen the sharp points of his canines and incisors - so much sharper than any normal human’s teeth. Would she know? If she knew, surely she would not still be this close to him. She’d know the danger and let him die here. 

“There’s very few things I cannot do to help,” she said gently, her hand finally touching his cheek and he cried out in agony. He’d never felt pain like this before. He had no way to even describe it. The closest he could imagine would be like a fire surging through him, its source the point where her hand met his flesh. “Oh,” she said, pulling her hand away as he sank further down, attempting to move away from her touch. “You’re not… You’re… What are you?”

His eyes connected with her and he finally understood. She was divinity. The desire to escape from her and her holy touch ebbed in him, even as he slowly succumbed to inescapable thirst. “You’re an agent of God,” he said, sounding far more accusatory than he intended. “You’re here to finish me off.”

The sentence came out as a snarl and she recoiled away. In a weird way, he was grateful. “No, you misunderstand,” she said, sounding near desperate as her hands went up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that I couldn’t heal you that way. Please, let me help.”

“You can’t help me,” Atem stated plainly. “To help me would go against your mission of wiping out me and those like me. You and I both know that I’m an unholy being, a blight upon this Earth. Go on, then. I’m weak. Haven’t fed in almost a month. It’ll be easy.”

She pulled the wrap off her shoulders and Atem expected death. He was curious what it might feel like. Instead, she wrapped the cloth around her hand. What a strange action to take, he thought. Did she hope it would keep the blood off her saintly hands? “I… can’t condone the act of taking a human life,” she said, her face unreadable. “You were once human, were you not?”

“I… no,” he said. Of all the things to ask about. Surely she would know better than anyone else what turned a vampire. That some of them had never been human. “You know the families better than anyone.” His lips twisted up into a sneer, daring her to stain her hands with his blood. “Come on. Don’t you get your laurels if you kill a demon?”

This caused her to freeze. She stared at him, as if trying to make a choice. “I’m not going to kill you,” she said gently, the clothed hand touching at his cheek. Why did she not make the killing blow? He’d never heard of an angel torturing their enemy before. “You…need to feed, however.” She seemed conflicted. “It’s a strange crossroad you’ve placed me in. I would suggest that you drink from me, however I’m not sure it would help. I think the best thing for me to do would be to find someone who will allow you to drink from them.”

His eyes went wide before he scoffed. “Heaven’s not going to like that,” he said, unable to help the smirk forming on his face. This angel had his curiosity now. “Do you often help vampires drink the blood of helpless humans?”

“Do you want help or not?”

She was now glaring at him. Atem could comprehend an agent of divinity glaring at him. He let his lips twist up, revealing more of his sharp teeth. “I just feel that you might want to think twice about letting me live,” Atem said, almost daring her to kill him. He could be released from life and any expectations placed upon him. He could find out what happens upon death for creatures like him. He could hear Bakura in his head again, telling him what an idiot he was for idealizing the concept of death. “Aren’t you going to get in trouble for this?”

“What do the affairs of Heaven matter to a demon?” she replied, and her tone was outright dismissive. He examined her again, noting the full lips and freckles splayed across her dark skin - so dark, he thought she might blend into the night if it weren’t for the light she radiated. “Stay there. I’ll bring someone to you.”

Atem figured that it was a neat way of keeping her hands clean - to pretend to offer to help then leave him to die. He groaned as he leaned back, examining his hands. His age was beginning to show. The skin on his hands appeared to be flaking off and he sighed. Bakura always said that he was going to wither away and die if he kept putting off feeding the way he had. It was a slow death, but what did a creature like him truly deserve? He’d figured that the angel had disappeared and had no intention of showing back up.

He was wrong. The angel had returned with a brunette woman who couldn’t have been older than twenty-four. He could smell the woman’s scent - fully human. No trace of magic on her. The woman fit more to what he’d come to expect of a human at the turn of the millennium. 

“He’s dying,” the woman said, sounding concerned as she kneeled next to him. “You said I could help,” the woman said to the angel. “How can I help? I’m just an actress, not a doctor. You should take him to a hospital.”

“A hospital won’t help him,” the angel said, looking on edge. “I’m afraid I may have left out a key detail. Anzu, he’s a vampire. He’s dying from starvation.”

Anzu looked startled but she did not move away. So this was the angel’s plan: lure an unsuspecting girl in to be his dinner. Atem couldn’t help himself: he laughed. “I could’ve done that and better,” Atem remarked with a smirk, unable to help but wink at Anzu. “You would’ve liked how I would’ve flirted with you,” he said, the charm a natural part of the feeding process. “I’m not feeding on her.”

“And why not?” Anzu asked, looking genuinely mad. Atem was startled - he’d never seen a human actually look angry about a vampire refusing to feed on them. “If you’re dying of starvation, you’re in no position to turn down a meal! So how does this work? Do I just…let you bite my neck or...”

“I… I can drink from your wrist,” Atem said, too startled by Anzu’s willingness to turn her down. She responded by pulling up her sleeve ever so slightly to reveal her pale, thin wrist to him, and sticking it right in front of his mouth. Anzu gave him a look that said ‘well, go on then’ and he was in no position to argue. He was too weak to argue. He felt almost embarrassed to allow his fangs to puncture the young woman’s skin in front of an angel, but the return to strength felt amazing. He could feel the energy surging through him again, and it took everything in him to cease drinking from her, lest he drain her.

He pulled away from her wrist, noting the glazed-over look in Anzu’s oversized eyes. He decided it was a good look for her. Atem could now handle looking directly at the angel, and realized he had no name for her. The angel pressed her hand to Anzu’s cheek, and Atem watched the puncture marks he’d left on her heal before his eyes, leaving nothing but two sets of faint pink scars. The pink in Anzu’s cheeks returned and she blinked, looking startled. 

“That wasn’t so bad,” Anzu remarked, a grin on her face. “Hey, don’t starve yourself again, okay?” She fished around in her purse before handing him a card. “Find me next time you need to feed. I’ll let you drink from me again.”

“I’ll walk you home,” the angel said, taking Anzu’s hand in hers. “I’d be a very poor guardian angel if I let you get hurt.”

Atem couldn’t help himself: he winked at the angel. After all, that was clearly a joke for his benefit. Guardian angels weren’t real. And if they were, they certainly weren’t going to lead a mortal into being bitten by a vampire. She ignored him, however. He could actually stand up now. “Hey, wait,” he called after them. “I never got your name.”

The angel froze up. For a minute, Atem thought she might tell him her name. Instead she continued forward as if she didn’t hear him. He flipped over the card Anzu had handed him and was surprised to note that it had a telephone number on it and her full name. Anzu Mazaki, actress. If he wanted to, he could look into local plays that she might have done. He stuck the card in his pocket, deciding that he should go drop in on his dear cousins. If he trusted anyone to have answers about what just happened, it was them.

 It had been stupid of her to save a vampire. Keket was very aware of the potential consequences of her actions the minute she elected to save his life. A vampire that should have been dead was now alive and prowling for fresh new blood because she chose to save him. Not only that, she handed up the girl on a silver platter to the starving vampire, despite knowing the risks of a feeding vampire. Keket warded Anzu’s door, fulfilling an already-broken promise to protect her. She failed to mention that she’d known that the starving vampire could have easily killed her. Keket reasoned with herself that he was able to stop himself when feeding. This was a small comfort.

Vampires, as far as Keket was aware, were dangerous. It was why she wasn’t surprised to find Jonouchi standing on the doorsteps of the apartment building that Anzu lived in. He had the same easygoing grin as always. “Boss saw you saving a vampire,” Jonouchi said, looking almost apologetic about having to deliver the news. “He’s pissed.”

“Does he have anything better to do than spy on us?” Keket responded. It was a stupid question. Of course their boss would keep tabs on his two best soldiers. Her wings ruffled in agitation underneath the layers of clothing. “He was starving, and I helped him feed. No one died.”

“Someone could have died,” Jonouchi said as he pointed up to the building that Anzu was in. “She could have died. And what if she was important in the grand scheme of things?” He sighed, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head. “Ket, you can’t just keep doing things like this. You said it yourself: the vampire was starving. You should’ve left him to die.”

“I know,” Keket replied, the agitation growing. Of course she knew that it had been a mistake to willingly take a mortal to a vampire. She was very aware of the fact that she’d betrayed their mission. “I just… I couldn’t let this vampire die. It didn’t seem right.”

“You can’t tame a vampire.” Jonouchi sounded almost incredulous, and Keket glared at him. Of course that hadn’t been what she was thinking. Even she didn’t know what she’d been thinking when she’d held her hand out to that demon. “Look, that’s what people are going to think. Why did you save him?”

“I don’t know,” Keket admitted as her wings expanded out from behind her. She turned towards Jonouchi, glaring at him. There was little left to say. “Look, just tell the boss that I won’t do it again, okay?”

“Keket…”

Jonouchi certainly had more to say, but Keket was done. She launched herself upwards to the sky. Flight had always been the best way to clear her mind. Seeing the Earth below her felt familiar. While the appearance changed, it changed so slowly that sometimes it felt like this was how it always had been. It was impossible to imagine the Earth looking any other way.

And yet she remembered when the entire mass of land was congealed as one, before it broke up into what it was now. She remembered when the land was roamed by giants. It was enough to put into perspective a single mistake. She’d saved one of Hell’s creatures. She’d gone against every single doctrine in doing so. Keket reasoned with herself again: his existence was a mere speck compared to the endless time that stretched out in front of her. Even if he managed another thousand years, it was nothing compared to the billions she’d seen.

Getting worked up over this was nothing. This was a single moment in billions of lifetimes. If she was lucky, she’d never even cross paths with this vampire again. Still, she couldn’t help but fixate on the fact that he’d refused to drink despite his obvious thirst. If Anzu hadn’t insisted… Would he have allowed himself to starve to death? It went against everything she’d been told about vampires.

He was different, and she was obsessed with that. The memory of his fangs came into sharp view. He told her outright that he’d never been human. Then why had he acted so human? He acted as if there had been something inside him to save. She pushed the thought away. If she began to think that maybe everything she knew was wrong, then she’d spiral too much. It was dangerous to question what she knew.

She’d always been told that faith meant never questioning what she’d been told by those closer to the highest power in Heaven. When she drew her sword, it was because it was willed to be. Keket had gone along with what was willed to be for so long that she’d never stopped to think about what she was doing. Destruction at the end of a blade because the divine powers that be said it must be so. If she questioned it now, then she had to question everything that was spread out in front of her. It broke her heart too much to even think of another possibility.

 Kazuko needed help and she needed help fast. The wound she had would take her life if she didn’t act quickly. If there was one thing she was grateful for, it was that witch’s shops weren’t all that hard to find if one knew where to look. And Kazuko knew exactly where to look. The sigils in the door frame made it clear what she would find here. She’d shoved the door open, her hand still firm over her stomach and forcing herself to stay upright. 

“If you think this looks bad,” she said through gritted teeth to the stunned shopkeeper, “you should see the other guy.”

“Holy shit,” the dark-haired man breathed, turning his back and grabbing a handful of bottles off the shelf before heading behind a curtain. Kazuko examined the shop, noting the choice of green shelves and strange plants hanging from the ceiling. It wasn’t a bad place to die. She assumed that he’d left her to die, anyway. Instead, he exited out of the backroom with another man who was much shorter than him. “And she just came into the shop like that!”

The hair on the man that accompanied the dark haired man was impossible to believe. Blond bangs with wild dark red hair that had light ends, best described as being in the shape of a star. How long did it take him to do that hair? “Hey,” he said and his voice was so soft. Or maybe that was simply the blood loss that made his voice seem far away. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

She hissed as he moved her hand away from her wound, his brow furrowing. The next thing she knew, she was collapsing into his arms. “Sorry,” she said, surprised at how far away her own voice sounded. “I think I’m dead.”

The world went black around her.

#oc x canon fanfic #atem x oc fanfic #atem x oc fanfiction #atem x oc #pharaoh atem x oc #myfanfic #oc: great royal wife keket #oc: kazuko kubota #fic: fall from grace #it's HEEEEERE

[thesimpsonsshowpod]

172 - The Canine Mutiny

Tonight, Matt and Robbie are discussing Episode 4F16, The Canine Mutiny, the twentieth episode of Season Eight. They talk about dogs, Gerald, and Laddie.

Listener Question of the Week - What is the worst thing Bart has done?

#season eight #frank welker #the canine mutiny #4f16

[ofdeath]

OFF THE DEEP END.  ( 1 / ?? )

His eyelashes fluttered slowly, lids painfully pulling themselves open to the sight of this thin ray of sunlight passing through a hole in his prison. It took the pirate a moment to recover his senses as the buzz in his skull faded bit by bit ; first, he heard the sea and the waves that carried the ship he was trapped in, the footsteps of a crew upon the board and then incomprehensible orders being shooted over all that cacophony. The man’s hand came to his forehead and something warm coated his palm, the rare lighting illuminated the deep red stain. Well, he thought, a hit to the forehead with the butt of a gun sure was meant to leave at least a bruise, didn’t think that bastard would take such pleasure in it and hit a couple times more. The pirate attempted to sit up but the chains attached to his wrists kept him from moving as freely as he would have wished, the same chains also connected to his ankles with a boulder at the end of them.

His dark red hair stuck to his forehead where the wound bled and where sweat and saltwater made his skin shiny ; he let his ears travel, above the constant hum of the waves the man singled out the order to drop the anchor alongside approaching footsteps. A sneer escaped the restrained prisoner.

So they had finally decided to come collect me, huh?

“Blimey! Ah, here they appear into me humble lil’ hold!” The pirate’s lips curved in a sinister sharp smile and revealed the sight of golden canines that matched the hue of his eyes. His amber gaze looked as if it was piercing through the darkness of his cell and directly stared into the soul of the two men that presented themselves to him. “The lily-livered traitors that decided to make me fish food, ay?” 

His cold eyes fell upon the youngest of the two men and the one that seemed the most uncomfortable, he fidgeted with his fingers and bounced from one feet to the other awkwardly while avoiding any eye contact with his former captain. He didn’t seem quite alright with the decision of the other guys but, during a mutiny, anybody caught siding with the captain is meant for the same fate as he. 

He still found the young man pathetic.

“What’s the matter, fella? What’s got ye lookin’ so down?”

“Captain…” The young man, who was also the shorter one of the two, seemed to try and choose his words wisely while the other one kept his eyes focused on the chained prisoner ; a certain emotion in his features. “The guys ain’t lookin’ to throw ye out to the sea if only ye choose to step down with no fight. This can still be changed.”

The former captain erupted into terrible laughter in their face, his head rolled back against the rotten wet wood as uninterrupted chortles left his throat ; it took him a moment before he settled down again. Bet even the others up on the deck could have heard that.

“Me name’s Rhaast, the man known as The Red Reaper, captain of the Red Death. Ain’t no one gonna hear me beg or plead for livin’ me life. Ye better kill me and keep me dead or else I’ll come hauntin’ ye assholes ‘round the damn world.” 

That grin was synonym of threat and the crewmates knew it better than anybody else and they also knew that the discussion would lead them nowhere therefore they left the pirate to await the moment of his execution.

Said moment didn’t take much time to present itself, the significant noise of keys clicking against one another and bars being pushed open pulled Rhaast from his mind and he looked up to see the one that had robbed him of his status. A mouth opened and words were being spewed but the pirate cared little about listening and instead he spat at the ground near the man’s feet. It said enough about his thoughts.

All he remembered before the dark engulfed him was being roughly shoved towards the plank trapped in a tornado of screams and swears before being thrown into the saltwater. His restraints dragged him to the deep and the pressure strangled him. The salt began to burn Rhaast’s eyes although he was able to catch the sight of the ship’s anchor being lifted off the sea bottom before his consciousness left.

He wondered how death would feel like and if he would arrive into a land that resembled nothing he had seen of the world before. He hoped he would be reincarnated as a ghost so he could haunt the living.

And yet when the man opened his eyes he wasn’t met with the sight of the underworld or wherever the dead was supposed to be sent to, he was met with another pair of eyes that stared back at his ; big, round eyes that resembled two jewels left at the bottom of the sea, eyes that were not quite human at all with slits as pupils and black in the place of the white. Rhaast was about to speak but a sudden cough shook his entire form and he rolled to the side in order to throw up the water still filling his lungs, the salt still burned his insides which was proof enough he was still in the world of the living.

“I believe you should remain still,” A voice came to his ears and he found it to be quite calming with an elegance that contrasted the ones he’s heard for years, it sounded almost like a melody where each word followed a precise rhythm. “Humans are such fragile creatures, with bones that break as easily as seashells and skin softer than anything I have ever felt.”

“What?”

Rhaast’s body rolled on his back again, the wet sand rubbing against the back of his neck, finally his gaze wandered to the being’s features who was leaning over him while observing him curiously. Besides the infinitely deep eyes, he caught the sight of iridescent scales in the place of skin and gills to each side of a long neck framed by a wild white mane that almost looked transparent in some places. The pirate’s hazy mind dug into some of his memories, tales of creatures of the sea and among them the word “mermaid” surfaced among others. 

“Ain’t yer kind called mermaids?”

The mermaid nodded.

“Came to eat me, huh? Steal me soul or somethin’?”

“If those were my intentions do you believe I would have waited for you to wake?”

An amused exhale escaped him through his nose, a slight smile moving his lips as his amber gaze turned to the waves crashing against the shore not so far from them, licking at the tips of his red hair spilled against the sand like a pool of blood. 

“I have seen you fall into the sea, pushed from your ship into the deep. It made me wonder…” Slowly, the mermaid adjusted her position as she leaned away from the pirate, her long tail now coming into view. If the scales around her face were already quite beautiful to look at, the ones that decorated her tail were maybe even more ; they reminded him of sun rays hitting a necklace made of pearls. “Do humans love killing each others in such cold ways?”

Rhaast released a hoarse chortle and immediately regretted it as pain stung his lungs, he was amused at her question nonetheless.

“Cold ways? Tis’ just the norm with pirates, beauty. Ye either live or get turned into shark bait, these bastards caught me off guard and threw me overboard out of me damn ship.” Yet, a grin full of teeth decorated his lips that contradicted the tone of his words ; he was supposed to be dead, he was dead back there but for some lucky reason fate had given him another chance.

The pirate sat up and he felt like he took a blow to his head all of a sudden which caused him to black out once more ; thankfully the mermaid had been quick enough to catch him with her tail in order to keep him from further wounding himself by hitting his head against a rock. 

A sigh. She had especially told him to not move yet.

“Humans truly are frail creatures.”

#in character. #the red reaper / pirate au. #anyway i will eat my own crumbs on my ship w/ liv i swear to god i will eat my o- #i will make the content i want to see for them I WILL MAKE ALL THE FICS #i've been having pirate verse brainworms so let's go