#i have never heard of this before it’s got a very classic anime look to it

[lgbtlunaverse]

Hero vs villain: Jin and Hawks

So, the anime is here, and with it will most likely come the second phase of Hawks Discourse TM, but right now, I am much less interested in anyone's personal opinions on if what Hawks did is right, if twice deserved it, if this would be morally permissable if these characters were somehow real people, etc, and focus on what the NARRATIVE thinks of this fight. And in particular, the visual framing during it.

So, if you hadn't noticed, whatever you yourself think of this situation, the STORY thinks what Hawks did is wrong. Not the characters in the story (Though I must point out, Hawks himself calls Jin a good person even after he killed him and does not think he deserved to die) I mean the story as its own entity with themes and messages. 

And the story is not on Hawks' side.

It undercuts Hawks' victory on several accounts. The most important one is giving Toga Jin's blood, effectively undoing Hawks' primary justification for killing him. He wanted to make sure the villains didn't have double, an immensely powerful and dangerous quirk, on their side? Well, too bad, they still do! Congratulations, you played yourself.

But that's the plot, the story's in-universe events making Hawks' actions have more negative effects than positive, thereby painting it as the wrong choice. What I actually want to talk about is framing, specifically the way the fight itself is drawn.

Because this?

This is not how you draw a hero.

And interestingly, once you look at the Hawks vs twice fight in isolation- especially its first stretch before Dabi bursts in- without the larger context of the story behind it, it is drawn and written like a very classic hero vs villain fight where Hawks is the villain and Twice is the hero.

Let me tell you a story, it's probably one you've heard before.

Our Hero has recently made a new ally.

Some of their other allies are still wary of this new friend, because of their past loyalties, but our hero is trusting, perhaps too trusting for their own good. And the side this new ally used to belong to treated them badly! Our hero wants them to find happiness here.

But then one day, there's an ambush. Their home is attacked, their allies and friends are pulled into a battle they're not prepared for, and this happens:

Their new ally has betrayed them. They never truly changed sides, and were feeding information to the opponent the entire time. They isolated the hero with a false promise, and when they got them alone they immediately put a weapon centimeters from their skin. Our hero hasn't even moved yet, doesn't understand what's going on, but they're already fractions of a second away from death.

The ally, turned villain, is framed in shadows, only their narrowed, almost glowing eyes are visible, as they stare unmoved and unflinching at the hero.

Our hero tries to plead, still hoping there's another explanation, but the villain doesn't let them speak. They monologue, monotonely, about what a threat the hero is to their side, how they had to be eliminated. They mock them for not figuring out the ruse, for being so trusting. They tell the hero to surrender.

And our Hero?

Thinks about their friends. About how their caring nature had gotten one of them killed before, and now it has brought them in danger again. They break down in tears. The villain's eyes watch from the darkness, silent and unaffected.

The villain looms over them, still shrouded in darkness, as the hero thinks back on another friend, a mentor figure. Someone that saved them when they needed it most, someone they went through hell to save in return not so long ago. They think back on what they said about trust, and they lament that they failed.

"Well, thanks" the villain says dismissively.

But then.

Some of the shadows that envelop the villain's face fade away, they think back on their real moments with camraderie with the hero.

Not even villains are immune to emotions. They don't dislike our hero, they don't necessarily want to hurt them specifically. In fact, why can't the hero join them? They could do so much together. (And this is classic villain monologue stuff, isn't it? Straight from the golden age of american superhero comics mha loves to pay homage to. Join the other side! And it’s always based on a fundamental misunderstanding of the hero that the villain just can’t grasp, which is.. exactly what happens between jin and keigo.)

The next panel pulls away, and the rumbling outside reminds us, the readers, exactly why the hero can't. 

Their friends. Who are still out there, possibly being slaughtered by the villain's side. Friends are everything to our hero, they can't just abandon them. (And this is that misunderstanding. Hawks thinks twic eis the only oen in the league who is capable fo being saved. But you can’t save Jin if you can’t save the league. I won’t get into it here but this is why izuku, shouto, ochako and their respective villains are so important) 

So the hero refuses.

It’s of note here what exactly our two sides look like going into this battle. One is crying, in pain and betrayal, ready to sacrifice their life if it give their friends a chance at safety. 

The other? 

Resigned. Eyes narrowed. Weapons ready to strike. Not showing any emotion on purpose because showing emotion is showing weakness. 

And that unevenness, that contrast, persists throughout the fight. Our villains does not move a single inch as they slaughter a dozen clones of their former friend apart. Everything on the page moving, desperate, violent, except for them. They comment on our hero’s skill dryly, not even out of breath. 

Generally as readers we sympathise with effort and like conviction, and repression of emotion is seen as a negative trait. Such an obvious difference in visible effort (No doubt thawks is ACTULLY putting in a lot of work to get his feathers to be so fast and precise, this can’t be easy for him. But it LOOKS easy) also creates an underdog narrative, and we tend to naturally root for the underdog.

And then comes the line that sums up this entire fight:

“I could never allow mere sentiment to trip me up,” 

Because ultimately, this is not just a fight between two people. It is a fight between human connection and duty. It is a fight between someone who refuses to hurt the ones they love and someone who will. Who is, in fact, doing so right now. Our hero fights because they refuse to give up on people, our villain fights because they already have. 

And if you wanted it to be any more obvious, here are the physical manifestations of all our hero’s friends, being mercilessly sliced apart! How’s that for heavyhanded symbolism? Though, really, if you come to a superhero comic for subtlety, you might as well go to the beach to wash out the sand in your clothes.

So we’ve been looking at this fight ignoring the context, that the hero in this scenario is not twice. He is the villain of this story, even if he is not the villain of this story within that story. 

For this next page, that context will come crashing back in. So I want to ask you to read these lines while mentally erasing the word “villain” and “hero” from your mind.  What do they sound like now? 

“Why do you think I prioritize speed when taking my enemies down? Because it’s the ones who don’t give up that I fear the most.” 

In not just superhero comics at large, but the shounen action genre specifically, tenacity, hardheadedness, and never giving up on one’s friends are the classic traits of a protagonist. They’re basically staples of the genre. (Hell, deku, the actual protagonist of this very manga, fits into that mold perfectly) Speaking outright of fearing and hating those who never give up, who have genuine conviction they are willing to die for, is something so classically villainous i’d call it cheesy if it was played straight. That’s cartoon villain shit. 

Our hero has no time for this speech either, they start to say “Shut-”

-”Up.”

They don’t even get to finish their sentence. 

The shadows are back. Notably, our hero is all dressed in black, but their face is illuminated. While the villain’s clothes are all drawn in light colours, but their face is hidden in darkness. Some very nice traditional color symbolism here. 

And what are our heroes last words as they face their imminent death? 

Their friends, especially the little girl they’ve grown closest too these past months. They know the villain doesn’t care, but it’s more like a need when they tell them that this girl they dismissed is kind, that she took care of them. This girl, that the world can see only a monster in, they have to affirm, even to a person who won’t listen, that she’s good. That she deserves to have someone be willing to die to protect her. 

“I’ll be sure to tell the league that.” 

Is it mockery? genuine? Do they even care enough about anyone else in the league to bother to follow through, or is this just a casual dismissal? 

It doesn’t matter. 

They don’t have to.

And if this were one of those classic superhero stories, or an early more traditional shounen, then the arrival of this friend would have spelled the end for the villain. This whole fight has been about he power of human connection in the face of cold and uncaring order. And what better way to end it than by having the hero’s friend prove him right? Especially the one who’s been rude and distant this entire time, who was the other one to bring this ally-turned-enemy into their ranks, who’s been constantly denying that their friends are even their friends to begin with? But they came, in this moment, and that’s what matters. 

But this is not a classic story. Twice is not our hero. And this friendship does not save the day. 

It ends with a high five

And a stab in the back. 

And a girl’s smile fading. 

And, no matter what you think of this fight in context,  EVERYTHING on the actual pages of the manga depicting the fight itself is trying to tell you that Hawks is doing the wrong thing. That Twice- regardless of his overall morality- is RIGHT to stand by his friends and not give up on them. Even if those friends are villains. Even if he is also a villain. According to the story, Hawks is wrong, and Twice is right. 

#bnha #bnha spoilers #bnha season 6 #twice #bubaigawara jin #hawks #takami keigo #bnha meta #story analysis #please don't think i hate hawks because of this he is my blorbo despite the atrocities he's comitted <3 #i emphasize a lot on how unmoved he looks by everything which is of course because he's so used to repressing his emotions #but out of context and therefore to jin it just looks like he doesn't care #which is another great way this fight plays with tropes #it MAKES him look more uncaring and villainous #which is the whole point #that the corrupt system has made this hero indistinguishable from a villain

[summerwritesfics]

🍓No Tricks, Only Treats

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 1316 Words Rating: Teen Warnings: Costume Party, Halloween, Halloween Costumes, Halloween Party, Fluff, Bunny Girl Outfits, Kuai Is A Cutie Pie, Hanzo Has Vague memories Of Either MKvsDC or Injustice (whichever you prefer lmao) @anyfandomfluffbingo: Costume Party

Summary: Hanzo & Kuai Liang attend Johnny’s Halloween party.

AFG Fluff Bingo Masterlist

Notes: Heeeyyyyy Happy Halloween :) I was looking through my bingo prompts because tbh, I need to really start working on them, and I realised this prompt was perfect for a short little Halloween fic! So, enjoy!

Halloween was an oddity to Hanzo.

He didn’t really get the point of it if he was being honest. Trick and treating, while he could understand it being fun for kids, didn’t really sound appealing to him. Dressing in silly costumes even less so.

But when Johnny Cage invited you to a party, it was very hard to say no. Especially with Kuai Liang extremely enthusiastic about the idea, wanting to experience as much of what a normal life would feel like as possible. The fact that it was a costume party just seemed to excite Kuai more. He’d never worn a costume to a party before, the idea so novel that he’d been basically talking about it non-stop. The kids had offered to take him shopping for one and he’d eagerly agreed.

Hanzo hadn’t gone with them, and hadn’t seen Kuai’s costume yet. Due to their schedules they were also arriving to the party separately. He wondered what ridiculous outfit they’d managed to persuade Kuai to buy. He’d heard Cassandra pitch some ice queen outfit from some animated movie, but if that was the direction they’d gone in he didn’t know.

Hanzo himself had just gone kind of simple, and a little classic according to Johnny Cage. His pirate costume had been relatively inexpensive, and it was not exactly good quality, but he hadn’t wanted to spend a lot on something he was going to use once. The other guests' costumes seemed to vary in effort. Cassandra and Jacqueline had gone all out with quite intricate outfits. Supposedly they were a pair of supervillain lesbians, but Hanzo had no idea what they were referring to. Then you had Sonya, who’d thrown a bit of fake blood onto a blouse and called herself a zombie. According to Johnny, that was her outfit every year.

“Nice costume, Grandmaster,” a voice broke him out of his musings. He turned to find Kung Jin standing next to him.

“Thank you.” Hanzo looked Kung Jin up and down. He wasn’t completely sure on what Jin’s costume was, but given it was green and he had a bow and arrow he could make somewhat of an educated guess. “Are you meant to be Robin Hood?”

“I’m Green Arrow!” Jin sounded offended at the idea he was anything but this “Green Arrow” person. “Anyone would think you’ve never read a comic book or something.”

“Uh huh,” Hanzo sarcastically hummed. So he was also a superhero then. Seemed the kids were going for a theme.

From the corner of his eye, someone else peered around him. Even with an almost full face mask on, Hanzo could tell it was Takeda.

“I’m Batman,” he announced, putting on a gruff voice that made Jin burst into laughter.

“See, now, Batman I know,” Hanzo told Jin, lazily pointing at Takeda. “I don’t like him, but I know him.”

“What?” Takeda exclaimed, dropping the voice and standing straight. “How can you hate Batman?”

“I just have a weird feeling about him.” It was like something had happened in a past life in relation to the caped crusader. Which was absolutely ridiculous when he thought about it. Batman was a fictional character and didn’t exist, so the feeling was completely irrational. Still, something about it made him uneasy. He cleared his throat and quickly changed the subject with “so, what? Did you four convince Kuai Liang to be a superhero as well?”

“Nah, we let him do his own thing.” Takeda made a dismissive motion with his hand. “He seemed happy with what he got though.”

“Think you’ll be happy with it too,” Jin quietly chuckled as he took a sip of his drink. Hanzo couldn’t help but eye him suspiciously.

“What did you guys let him buy?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at Jin. He could just imagine that Kuai was about to walk in wearing the most absurd thing the kids could convince him to buy.

Jin bit his lip and smirked, “oh. You’ll see.” He then pointed across the room. “In fact, he’s here.”

Hanzo looked around just in time to see Kuai Liang walking into the party. His jaw dropped at what he saw.

Kuai Liang in what Hanzo could only describe as a bunny girl outfit.

He watched as Kuai was greeted by Johnny and Sonya, both clearly amused by what Kuai was wearing. It was a light blue bodysuit without straps and fishnet tights. He had a pair of bunny ears perched on his head, a small ball of fluff attached to his ass like a tail, and to top it all off a pair of high heel shoes the same colour as the bodysuit. Hanzo could feel his face getting hot, he completely understood Jin’s snide comment. Kuai did have a habit of wearing revealing clothing but this was the furthest he’d ever gone in public before.

“Have fun~” Jin sang in a teasing way, reaching under Hanzo’s chin and closing his mouth, teeth loudly clacking together. Hanzo glared at him, but Jin just laughed in his face. All Hanzo could do in retaliation was watch as Jin and Takeda walked away.

“Hanzo,” Kuai greeted cheerfully as he made his way over. The bright smile on his face was a beautiful sight. Even if Hanzo had originally had reservations about coming to the party, it was worth it to see Kuai experiencing pure joy from something so silly and simple. “I like your costume.”

“Ah. And I like yours,” Hanzo admitted, taking a better look at it now Kuai was closer. God damn he pulls it off a little too well. “Was this your idea or the kids?”

“A little of both,” Kuai explained with a sheepish grin. “I wanted to but wasn’t sure and they convinced me.”

It occurred to Hanzo that the kids' encouragement was probably an effort to make Hanzo flustered. Kenshi had warned him the group were on the warpath to break past the “Grandmaster Grumpyface” persona. He supposed this time, they actually won. He glanced across the room at them, where the four were now grouped together, watching Kuai and Hanzo, giggling to themselves over their victory.

They are the worst Superhero group I’ve ever seen. 

“Apparently Sonya is jealous because my legs are nicer than hers,” Kuai continued, holding one of the aforementioned limbs up as emphasis. Hanzo snorted at that. “Her words, not mine, to clarify.”

“Well, I do agree with her, you do have fantastic legs.” Hanzo cleared this throat slightly as he stared at the body parts in question. “As well as other assets.”

“Other ass-ets?” Kuai questioned, stressing that particular part of the word, making it obvious what he thought Hanzo was getting at.

“That’s not what I meant,” Hanzo clarified with a huff. Kuai just tilted his head at him. “I mean don’t get me wrong that part of you is magnificent but it’s not the only part of you that is.”

The grin on Kuai’s face just emphasised the point. It made all the features on his face light up and just proved how beautiful he was. Hanzo couldn’t help himself, he lent forward to press a kiss on the tip of Kuai’s nose. Kuai snorted and pulled back slightly while gently pushing Hanzo away, which was exactly the kind of reaction he was looking for.

“Want to go get a drink?” He asked casually, trying to resist another kiss as Kuai’s cheeks were turning red.

“Hm, I could do with one.” Kuai lent forward slightly, bracing a hand against Hanzo’s collarbone. “Lead the way, Captain.”

Hanzo rolled his eyes in jest, but held out his arm so Kuai could link with his. Kuai gladly accepted, letting Hanzo guide both of them. The night was young, and as long as Kuai Liang had a good time, Hanzo was happy to indulge him until he decided it was over.

#mortal kombat #subscorp #kuai liang #sub zero #scorpion #hanzo hasashi #🍓afg fluff bingo

[cerealboxlore]

WIP #4: Captain Marvel The Animated Series (written)

Episode One: Welcome To Fawcett I

Freddy sat down in the booth across from Billy Batson, surprised by the softness of the seats as he practically sank into them. He took in the decoration of the diner with awe, recognizing the old interior design from pages of history books and old television shows. Looking around, a lot of the photos on the walls were in color, but most of them were in the classic black-and-white style that hadn't aged a day, along with the people in them. The radio on the counter of the kitchen window was playing an old tune, one that Freddy recognized as his grandfather's favorite! He was so enchanted by the vintage nature of the place that he hadn't noticed Billy ordering milkshakes for the both of them. If Freddy hadn't snapped back to reality when their drinks were brought to the table, he was sure he would have been there for hours.

"Wow! You know, I heard that Fawcett was frozen in time for like, decades, but it doesn't really hit you until you get here. The architecture, the people, the whole vibes of everything you all have around here just scream old-timey. No wonder my grandpa wanted to move here, haha-oh, wait! I didn't mean that as an insult, trust me! Fawcett has a good thing going for them. I just need some getting used to it, that's all." Freddy's nervous laughter eased down, as he wiped away the sweat rolling down his face. He was naturally popular in school and around the other kids, as Billy saw firsthand, but actually making friendships and connections with people took more effort than just being a pretty face. Freddy knew that. He just hoped he wouldn't bite his tongue or say the wrong thing as the new kid in town. A kid from the modern day around kids from the past? Yeah, that was for sure going to go great. "I just need to get used to being in this town...it's all new to me." His voice waivered above a whisper at the end, an unsure look in his eyes telling Billy that there was more going on than on the surface.

Billy took in the nervous expression and behavior Freddy was showing, trying to think of a way to calm him down. During school, he could tell that Freddy needed some fresh air and time to think about his move to Fawcett without being bombarded by all the other kids who kept asking him questions. Billy also knew that Freddy moved to Fawcett because of rather...unfortunate reasons, after hearing the rumors that spread around the school, like wildfire, during lunch. He didn't want Freddy to associate Fawcett with negative emotions, thus, the reason for inviting him to Philip's Diner.

"No, it's alright, you don't have to worry about anything, Freddy. Fawcett folk here understand the odd looks we get from the rest of the world." Billy chuckled, taking another sip of his milkshake with a smile. He didn't get the chance to drink these very often, so the moment he saw the chance to have one again with his new friend, Freddy Freeman, Billy seized the opportunity. Honestly, he never treated himself to anything nice unless someone else was tagging along or if the main reason was in consideration of another. Always the money saver, that kid. "You know, being the new kid in town, being the new town in the world, it's not so different once you think about it. The Fawcett Freeze may have set us back, but we're more than eager to catch up with the rest of the world and stand tall! I promise you, you'll do just fine around here, you just need some time to adjust and breathe the air, and you're free to take all the time you need, we've got plenty of that here. So, even if you stumble or fumble some steps, I've got your back!" Billy shined a bright smile on Freddy, who seemed at a loss for a brief moment.

Before Billy could be concerned about the silence, however, Freddy reached a hand out to the boy. Freddy had his doubts and worries about Fawcett, and his place in this town, but after hearing Billy speak so easily to him without any problem, he felt a little stronger.

Freddy felt...calmer.

"Well, if you say so, Billy," Freddy sighed out, grinning. "I'll take your word that Fawcett rocks and I'll take a chance on being here. I can tell already that you're gonna be a great friend!" The two kids shook hands, feeling a strong bond forming between them. Maybe they'd be good friends for a long time. "But, I doubt I'm ever going to stumble or fumble like you said. I've got the best pair of running legs a baseball field has ever seen!"

"Let's put that to the test then, Freeman! Finish your shake in a quick second and I'll take you over to the local baseball field here. The one over by Sherman Street is great for games!"

"Don't gotta tell me twice, Batson!" Freddy shouted excitedly in response. The change in mood seemed to do him some good.

The two boys then chugged their milkshakes like a couple of starving raccoons, sprinting out the door as soon as Billy paid their bill.

Had the boys left a few seconds later, they would have heard the breaking news alert on the radio, alerting the public to Dr. Sivana's recent escape.

@wolfsbanesparks (Merry Christmas! Hope you like this WIP!)

#WIP 4 #Billy Batson #dc captain marvel #shazam #freddy freeman #fanfic wip #writing #This is one of my top 3 favorite WIPs at the moment #I'm so sorry it took so long for me to post #merry christmas to those that celebrate! #happy holidays #Captain Marvel never got an animated show and I'm still upset about that #Technically there was one but I want the one I'm imagining in my head

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Mc is an angry spirit

overdid it for all of them besides Lucifer he only got 160 words all others are over 200

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Lucifer:

please don´t let it be another one of Asmo´s exes who died and wanted to make him pay

this happens far to often

oh? you´re just the inhabitant of the new painting he bought?

he hates to admit but he is curious why you´re stuck with the painting

cue you´re angry rambling why you´re stuck in the painting

maybe it was because you were murdered and you´re blood was used to make to make a portrait of you and the culprit is still out there

or you died angry about taxes (which no one would blame you about it because taxes suck)

most surprisingly he let´s you stay

with the rules being 1. you have to behave and 2. scare his brothers when they misbehave or tell him what they are doing

he even offered you to help wit your little “problem” if you do good

Mammon:

he stole a family heirloom

and believe me when I say that he was scared shitless when you appeared

and that was before you got angry about what he did

after you calmed down you demanded that he returns the heirloom

“wait! wait! Do you even know how much I could make with this”

“either you return it or I will haunt you for the rest of your lifespan”

was this a thinly veiled threat? maybe…

will you fuck his shit up and make him regret ever picking it up? yes

he can be lucky if all you do is annoy him

“stop throwing books at me!”

“return it”

“NO!”

for some reason he refuses to sell it

doesn´t he know that if he sells it you will just haunt the next owner

“you´re so annoying!”

“just sell it so I can haunt the next person”

“I told you it would make lots of money and until I can find someone who can pay me as much as it´s worth you´re stuck with me” he actually started blushing during this

what he actually meant is that he doesn´t want you to leave

Leviathan:

Levi bought a second hand game

he would have bought it new if it wasn´t for the fact it was far to old

lucky for him it really cheap and the person he bought it from was practically begging him to take the game

maybe this should have been a sign not to buy the game

but who could say no to buying a cheap copy of niche game who barely sold during it´s time and is now a classic

as soon as he started the game the problems started

glitchy screens, voices lines don´t work, game doesn´t react and the voices always sound wrong the only reasonable explanation is

this guy obviously scammed him!

And he can´t get a hold of him (wonder why?:))

and just as he was about to throw the game away

“how could you not notice there was something seriously wrong with the game?”

“huh?”

“I mean some things could have happened because it was a faulty copy but an entirely new map?! Who doesn´t notice that?!”

“this is just like the Anime that I last watched!”

“what?”

“yeah it was about this lonely guy who wanted to play an old game again but his copy disappeared and the new copy was totally wrong and then the ghost appeared and at first-”

you don´t know what he talks about Levi got a new gaming buddy

yay?

Satan:

he got a cursed book that supposedly killed it´s former owner

and Satan was intrigued

he also heard there was a translucent figure following the former owner

and he totally isn´t risking getting cursed so he can look at pictures of an ancient race of cats that were native to the Devildom and nowadays sadly exstinct

the only problem he now has is to open the book without getting cursed

but no matter how much he searched he could never find the exact curse

so he just risked it

and…

nothing happened?

or so he thought

a curse might have been more pleasant because the first thing you did was

“give me that book”

you stole a book about very cute cats from Satan (or would take back be right? considering it´s yours)

“didn´t anyone tell you not to steal from the dead especially picture books of beloved pets”

“beloved...pets?”

“of course if it wasn´t for those thieves stealing my poor cats I´m most certain they wouldn´t have gone extinct so fast”

“so you´re a fellow cat fan?”

“yes? I don´t see the point of this conversation though thieve”

“I´m not a thieve”

“whatever you say thieve”

“could you tell me more about those cats of yours?”

“of course! I´m always happy to talk about my cute little cats”

who would have guessed fellow cats fan would end up as friends

Asmodeus:

how could Asmo not notice something was wrong with his new mirror?

he was probably to distract by his own reflection to notice the wispy figure in the corner of his eyes

he actually only noticed that something was there that shouldn´t be there was when you destroyed one of his perfume bottles

he actually thought it was one of his brothers

the only reason he didn´t threaten them was because you broke a second one while he was still in the room

but of course he didn´t take it serious

“oh?~ did I get a new admirer~ I must be so beautiful you came back to live~”

this caused you to break even more mirrors

“hey stop this! If you want my attention you can ask no reason to be so rude about it”

“are you kidding me? I want my mirror back I don´t care who you are”

“*gasp* how dare you?! who could just ignore someone as gorgeous as me?~”

“like I said leave my mirror alone”

“well I hate to break it to you but this is my mirror now”

you break another bottle

this cause Asmo to attack you

which doesn´t work because you´re a ghost

you actually spend months together because he wants to get rid of you and you refuse to leave your mirror

but during this time you somehow develop a friendship?

better then getting exorcised I suppose

Beelzebub:

he accidentally ate the offerings for an evil spirit

and those were for you

the people who made the offering so you would stop terrorizing them every night forced Beel to go to your grave and apologize

they also gave him some things to give you as a apology

no don´t worry it wasn´t food

they wouldn´t risk it

the last rampage of yours was bad enough

and just as he was about to set the offerings down

“and what do you think you are doing here?!”

“those weird people told me to give those to you so you would leave them alone”

“how about you tell them to leave me and my house alone!”

“you´re dead”

“and? we actually had a clause for such a case”

“what case?”

“if the last heir, in this case Me, dies without any heirs and can stay as a ghost all mortal possessions belong to the ghostly form”

“and those people?”

“what do you think? obviously they want me to disappear so they can have my mansion”

“… if I help you get rid of them can I have food?”

“I actually still have unspoi-”

“alright give me some time”

this was a surprise

you also heard a lot of screaming and chewing sounds?

you know what let´s just ignore that he got those people to leave you alone so who cares

Belphegor:

he fell asleep on your grave and to be fair it could have been worse but still

you pretty much screamed at him the entire time

you are impressed by the fact that he doesn´t wake up though

if you really wanted to scold him you had to wait because I don´t think he would wake up any time soon or that a ghost could wake him (or anything for that matter)

the best you could do is touch him and hope the cold could wake him

which unsurprisingly doesn´t work

a couple of hours later when he finally wakes up

“what the hell do you think you are doing?!”

“huh?”

“do you even know where you are sleeping?!”

“why am I in a graveyard?”

“that´s what I would like to know!”

“where you watching me? that´s really weird you know”

“you´re sleeping on my grave!”

“and?”

“what do you mean and?!”

“could you quiet down already? I want to sleep again”

“don´t you dare fall asleep here again I´m sure you have a home”

“yeah but I don´t want to walk all the way”

and he fell asleep again

sadly you can´t really interact with anything so you can´t even get rid of him

all you can do is silently fume

#obey me! #obey me brothers #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #lucifer avatar of pride #obey me mammon #mammon avatar of greed #obey me leviathan #leviathan avatar of envy #obey me satan #satan avatar of wrath #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus avatar of lust #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub avatar of gluttony #obey me belphegor #belphegor avatar of sloth

[make-me-imagine]

Headcanons: First Date + First Kiss (Part Two)

Headcanons for what I think the characters would do for a first date, and how I think the first kiss would go. - Part Two

-- Part One Here --

Pairings: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x Reader; Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader; Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Reader; and Javy "Coyote" Machado x Reader - All GN!Readers

Warnings: Kisses obviously, nothing else really.

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

First Date:

Mickey loves a good Drive-In Movie, and when he heard you say you'd never been to one, he knew that was him moment.

So he took the plunge and asked you on a date, already having it planned beforehand.

When you pulled into the drive-in theater, you were amazed as you had no idea there was a drive-in theater near where you lived.

It was a showing of the classic 'Grease'.

It was the only movie showing at the time, but it was fun, you both enjoyed it, singing along together.

After having popcorn and soda, you then ate burgers that were delivered to each car.

When the movie was over, you sat in the car until the credits were over, neither of you wanting the date to end.

Mickey took the longer route back to your house, so he could spend as much time with you as he could.

You noticed this of course, but said nothing. You figured out why he was doing it, and you wanted it as well.

He walked you to your door, and bid you good-night, asking if you wanted to hang out the next day as well. Not an official date, but you said yes of course.

First Kiss:

When you and Mickey hung-out the day after your first date, you went to a park, walking around together.

You ended up sitting in the grass, talking for a couple of hours and even cloud-gazing.

Eventually, though you didn't want too, you had to make your way home.

As you walked to meet each other earlier in the day, he walked you all the way home. He insisted really.

The longer you walked, the closer he seemed to get to you.

Your shoulders brushed together, and eventually your hands.

At one point, when your fingers brushed, his hand slipped into yours, wrapping around it.

You smiled bashfully at each other, and continued walking.

When you made it to your house, he slowed in his steps, still clutching your hand.

Stopping you turned to look at him, and you felt your heart palpitate at the way he was gazing at you.

Slowly, without speaking, he pulled you a bit closer to him.

Wordlessly, your eyes locked, before his flicked down to your lips.

Getting closer, his lips brushed gently over yours before he kissed you.

It started out slow and gently, then he pulled you flush against him, as he deepened the kiss.

When you eventually pulled away, you smiled gleefully at each other, heads pressed together, neither of you wanting to part.

But you had too, though you were both comforted by the thought that you would see each other again soon.

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Robert "Bob" Floyd

First Date:

Bob had wanted to ask you on a date for a long time before he finally did. When he asked you, he was a bit flustered, but finally got it out. You thought it was adorable, and obviously said yes.

Bob decided to take you to an aquarium. He was afraid it would be seen as a bit "childish" for a date.

But the way your eyes lit up as you saw all the fish told him different, and he was glad he brought you.

He adored the way you would get excited for the various animals, especially when they got close to the glass.

It was honestly very hard for him to keep his eyes off of you. Your smile was amazing, and he loved that he had a hand in it.

You took your time making your way through the aquarium, taking turns naming some of the fish as well. Some after the other dagger squad members, some with just various fun names.

Eventually you got to the end of the aquarium and made your way into the gift shop.

You decided you were both going to buy the other something, and surprise them with it.

You got Bob a cute puffer fish key chain, that you said reminded you of him (in the best way) .

Bob got you a stuffed plushie of a stingray.

Once you finally made your way home, you kissed Bob on the cheek as a goodbye. He was obviously flustered because of it, which you found adorable.

First Kiss:

Your first kiss with Bob didn't come on the second date, but the third date, where the two of you went to a small music-night together at a local bar.

You sat close together the whole night, singing along and laughing together.

There was one point where he had his arm around your waist, and you locked eyes. There was obvious tension, but it was broken when a fight broke out nearby.

After the night was over, Bob took you home of course, and walked you to the door.

Just like the first and second date, you kissed him on the cheek. But when you pulled away, he didn't immedietely go to leave, but lingered for a moment with you as you talked.

While he told you how much he loved spending time with you (which you returned), he was not so sly in his glances at your lips.

You could tell he wanted to kiss you, but was slow to get to that point, afraid he would be moving too fast for you.

So you waited, not rushing him to leave, but lingering and smiling at him.

Eventually he got the hint that you were in no rush for him to leave, and he finally asked if he could kiss you.

You said yes obviously, and he slowly leaned in, lingering just an inch away for a moment as your noses brushed, before he kissed you.

It was gently, obviously shy at first, but only a moment later did his hands find your waist, as he deepened the kiss.

Some might be surprised to find Bob to be a good kisser, but you weren't at all.

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Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

First Date:

When you agreed to go on a date with Natasha, you both decided to plan something to do. You would choose what to do first, she would choose what to do afterwards.

You decided to go to a nearby farmers-marker like festival you knew about, that she had never heard of

There was music, food, dancing, market shops, animals, etc.

You walked around enjoying everything you could.

You ate ice cream, but nothing else, as Natasha said her plan included food.

The two of you ended up dancing along in the middle of the market to the live band.

No one was in sync with each other, but the vibes and atmosphere were so enjoyable the two of you did nothing but smile and laugh the whole time.

After a few hours, when you both got hungry, the two of you made your way to Natasha's choice date.

Natasha thought thoroughly about what she wanted to do on your first date, wanting it to be unique, but fun.

So, she reached out to a family friend and rented a small boat, that supplied a built in grill.

You went out on the water, sitting around the grill cooking your food together.

The weather was perfect for the day, a light breeze, sunlight with the occasional cloud.

You were lucky enough to see a pod of dolphins nearby, as well as some interesting fish that swam near the boat.

After making your way to shore, instead of the date being over, the two of you decided you didn't want to part just yet.

First Kiss:

After the boat ride, the two of you ended up walking around down town together.

You people-watched and window shopped, until the sky began to get darker.

Since you chose where you were going at first, you had driven, so you took her home.

You walked her to her gate, and the two of you lingered for a few moments, talking and saying your good nights.

The mutual tension was obvious, so when both your eyes seemed to flicker and linger on each others lips, you both smiled and stepped closer.

As you kissed, she grabbed the collar of your shirt/jacket, to hold you close, as you hands sat on her waist.

The kiss was gentle, and slow, and it sent shivers through you.

You parted with giddy smiles, and soft good nights, knowing you'd see each other the next day. And hopefully kiss again.

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Javy "Coyote" Machado

First Date:

No boring dates allowed with Javy.

So when the two of you went to a giant arcade-like center, you were not surprised.

It was targeted more towards adults, with food and alcohol stalls, as well as things such as pool, bowling, axe throwing and even a "destruction room".

Both of you agreed these were not the best activities to do while drinking, so you just got some other drinks and food as you made your way from activity to activity.

You bet with each other almost every game, competitive, yet playful at the same time.

Javy won at pool, but you won at bowling.

When you got to axe throwing you were both equally as good and bad as each other.

While you once missed the board entirely, Javy ended up hitting the board at an angle that sent the axe flying back at the two of you. This was both terrifying and hilarious, and was the last throw of the game.

Javy is a bit cocky and playful, so when you two were clearly feeling the growing tension between the two of you, he took the opportunity to make a bet with you.

The destruction room was based on points, so whoever got the higher amount won.

If you won, Javy would take you out again all expenses paid by him (which he would offer to do either way, but he didn't say this). But if he won, he got to kiss you (you had every intention of letting him do so anyways, but this made it more fun)

First Kiss:

At the end of the destruction room, Javy won by just over 50 points.

He did not hide his cockiness at this, and only flirted even more as he stepped up to you at the end, his eyes clearly on your lips.

He teased you a bit, by lingering just a few inches away, while he made flirty comments.

Saying things like you lost on purpose, because you wanted him to kiss you.

Though you certainly did want him to kiss you, you didn't lose on purpose, though you weren't mad about it at all.

Shaking your head you gave him a "Would you shut up and kiss me already?"

To which he responded with a grin, before he pulled you close to him, initiating a rather passionate kiss.

He had wanted to kiss you for quite a while, so he did not hold back. His hand came up to your neck and face as he deepened the kiss.

Finally breaking away breathlessly, he smiled at you for a moment before kissing you again.

Eventually having to break away when another group was coming in, you left hand in hand.

This was not the last kiss of the date, but I'll let you decided what happened next.

xx End xx

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[nietp]

Hi 💖 so last weekend I went on a trip to Germany with my beautiful mutuals and my gf and OBVIOUSLY we had to check if they had any energy drinks we hadn't tried yet. They had SO MANY. Brands we had never heard of before! Disgusting flavours! Beautiful packagings! For a couple of days, we had it all.

Here is us trying to fit everything in our bags. So I'll be doing these rapid fire because I have so many of them. Here are the first 6:

Booster Original Energy Drink XXL: A beautiful proposition. The packaging immediately caught my eye, it looks like a can of washing powder, it looks like Vanish Oxi Action, it looks like detergent. I love it! The taste is nothing surprising but a very nice take on the classic energy drink favour. The price-performance ratio is great, this was 79cents!! Germany!!! 4/5 stars, would definitely buy again if it was readily available. A staple.

Gönrgy Blueberry Coconut: First of all the name sucks. Right under the name it says "G stands for Gönnen" which is?? If you have to literally spell out what the name of your brand refers to, it sounds like you aren't off to a great start?? It also sounds stupid. The packaging looks like they were going for something different, trying to reach a new audience, but this just is not swag. Yeah the colour is nice, but it doesn't make up for the fact that the flavour is terrible, blueberry does NOT pair well with coconut, and the both of them obviously pair terribly with the energy drink flavour. The whole thing tasted like soap, the blueberry was barely there, and this was a very rare DNF for us. 0/5 stars, an epic fail.

Flying Power X-Treme Watermelon: nothing to write home about. It wasn't bad, but didn't taste of watermelon at all, and considering Monster and Rockstar both already offer decent watermelon flavours, you can't just stand there and offer nothing new to the game. The ingredients revealed it was mostly concentrated apple flavoured, which explains a lot. 2.5/5 stars, already forgot about it.

dm's Sportness BCAA Drink: a scam. I mean it was good, and tasted like lime lemonade, but it really looked like an actual energy drink but it actually didn't contain any taurine 😭 I feel betrayed. It still gave us plenty of B6 and Niacin, which is always nice. 3/5 stars, thanks for trying.

(you will notice a Flying Power Zero in the background, I won't review it because after trying it we're suspecting it to be the exact same recipe as the Golden Force but with another name and packaging 🙄)

Black Cat Energy Drink: An absolute slay. First of all I love when they have to find new alpha male animals to use for new brands since bull, tiger, rhino, gorilla, dragon and scorpio are already taken. This drink is the absolute winner of our German selection so far. No stupid novelty flavour, no crazy over the top carbonation experiences, just a beautiful energy drink flavour, perfectly executed. Perfect sweet to sour ratio, perfect carbonation, beautiful can. This drink has what every energy drink wants. It's an instant classic for me. It's got a ridiculous amount of B12, B6, B5 and Niacin, it's got a black cat on it, it's sexy, it's a winner's drink. To me, it's up there with the Rockstar Energy Original. If I was German, this would be my daily routine. 5/5 stars, a true alpha male drink for the whole family.

And that's it for now! 💪💯🚀 the grind never stops!

[queennai714]

Random hcs I have because I may be cringe but I'm free part 24 (Ninjago)

My hcs on side-interests the ninja have. There will be little to no reasoning for most of these except I got the feeling (I'm not even going to attempt further explanation) Enjoy 👍

Kai: I've always thought that weapons (especially swords) and blacksmithing are def a huge special interest for him but I also feel like he would be into spiders and scorpions. If anybody else on the team started freaking out about a spider in the house (or the occasional scorpion on a mission) that he knows is harmless, he would definitely pick it up and chase them around with it (Jay is his most frequent victim). He's also into mixology. You know why.

Jay: Not gonna lie, had a hard time thinking about one for him, then I remembered he said he was into model building in the pilots and we never heard or saw of it again so yea, he gets to build little models. Considering how stressed out he gets in tough situations, I think he would really enjoy feeling like he's in total control of every little detail, and its probably good for blueprinting/practicing for new inventions.

Cole: This one kinda relates to his canon art interest but I feel like he would be really into old school cartoons. I'm talking black and white stuff. He would probably really enjoy that style and how outlandish some of those old characters could get in an age where there were a lot less boundaries. He would never try animating for himself but if he sees something he likes, he'll sit there and analyze one clip frame by frame until he understands.

Zane: BIRDS (I feel like these are just getting more and more canon compliant but whatever) You cannot tell me bro isn't an avid birdwatcher. Why else would Dr. Julien specifically choose a bird design when the aim was to make a friend for Zane? Bro could name all the native bird species for any region of Ninjago without needing to look it up. The birds like him back, too. Dude looks like a whole Disney princess everytime he relaxes outside cause all the nearby birds just flock to him and rest on his shoulders.

Nya: Much like Cole, Nya's into the classics, except she's strictly into movies, and not so classic that they're black and white. Annie, Braveheart, Alien, Predator, Crocodile Dundee, Lethal Weapon, Die Hard, Rocky, etc. if it came out before the year 2000, she's seen it and enjoyed it (she cried during Braveheart because we're actually really similar and I cried during Braveheart so now she does too). Despite how offensive some of that older stuff can be, she's never started a movie (or even sometimes a series of movies) that she couldn't finish.

Lloyd: Whatever the Ninjago equivalent of Pokémon is. You saw how much of a nerd he was, especially when he was still little, and especially about Starfarer. You're telling me he wouldn't freak out about something that has a show and a card game!? Even after he's been aged-up for a while, he still has and adds to his card collection and he still holds it VERY near and dear to his heart. After seeing how well the Starfarer thing worked, he has been slowly recruiting Jay so he can finally play against someone and get some use out of his collection, and its working.

#ninjago #random hcs #this took longer than expected #random hcs: shitpost ver #kai ninjago #jay ninjago #cole ninjago #zane ninjago #nya ninjago #lloyd ninjago

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

the echo universe: | a werewolf au | (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC)

Summary: Ronnie invites Blue River to a very important ceremony that will determine the fate of Red Sky Pack - and the fate of the pup she carries.

Pairing: Werewolf!Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Human!OC (Ronnie Bradshaw)

Word Count: 5311

Warnings: heavily game of thrones influenced, slight angst, brad kinda being a dick as usual, made-up werewolf lore, ritualistic stuff, pregnancy mention, nick and carole are mentioned, blood, dead animal, an organ is eaten raw

✎……likes are great but comments/reblogs are even better!

✎……masterlist on pinned

✎……this has been sitting in my drafts for literal months and I'm tired of it being there so here we go. don't @ me for using that gif, it's hot. and thank you to my werewolf love @blue-aconite for looking this over for me literally months ago lol

Ronnie knocked on the door and waited. She really hoped he was home. He used to be home around this time. Back from the yard for his hour-long lunch that he only spent ten minutes actually eating. But who really knew? She certainly didn’t. He very well could have changed everything about his schedule since she moved out.

Her hands wrung themselves red as she waited. She had never waited to come inside that house before. But it wasn’t her home. Not anymore. 

She heard the lock click. The door opened a crack, then it swung back completely to reveal Bradley standing on the other side. 

He looked the same, and she was glad. Still wore those same flannels and still had that mustache he refused to shave.

“What’re you doin’ here, Ronnie?” he asked, looking over her shoulder to see if she was accompanied by anyone else.

“He’s not here. I came alone,” she assured, though she didn’t like that she had to. 

Bradley shifted on his feet, hand still held behind him on the door handle. “Why?”

“Did — Did you get my text?” she asked, her fingers beginning to hurt from her pulling. 

She wanted to say she was sorry for not calling. But she didn’t know how to say it. Didn’t know how to deliver such news if she would have to hear some false joy or his barely restrained hurt. Even now, as she looked up into those so similar brown eyes, as she stood merely a few feet from him — she couldn’t have felt farther away. 

It was odd feeling like a stranger on the porch attached to the house she grew up in. It was odd looking into the eyes of a brother who could barely look back at her. 

“Yeah. I got it.”

He glanced down at her stomach. She was barely showing but it was still there, pressing against the fabric of her shirt. Just the other day Mickey told her that he could smell it — the change in her. The life inside her. Ronnie wondered if Bradley could smell it too. 

Ronnie took a deep breath to calm herself, prying her fingers apart to latch onto the ends of her jacket instead. Jake would worry if she came home with rung red knuckles. 

Then she said, “Full moon’s coming up — we’re doing the Plena Luna Corda.”

Bradley took in a sharp breath through his nose as he put a hand on the doorframe, fingers digging into the wood. He dropped his head as he stared down at the space between their shoes. Then he ticked his jaw to one side with a shake of his head. A classic sign that he wasn’t pleased that made Ronnie swallow something thick. 

“I’d like you to be there. I know it’s — it’s not traditional. But I’d like the pack to be there,” she added.

He scoffed. Rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.”

Ronnie’s fingers curled around the ends of her jacket, bunched it up as hard as she could to keep herself from hitting him square in the chest. Just two words and she knew all she needed to. Knew exactly what he thought — about everything. About her. Then the tears came. Sudden and overwhelming. She wanted to fight them but she couldn’t with her hormones running wild. They spilled over in an instant, hot and frustrated as they tracked down her cheeks. Bradley had the decency to look surprised by their sudden appearance — eyebrows furrowed as he watched her lip tremble. 

“Is that really what you think of me?” she asked as she wiped furiously at her face. “It hasn’t exactly been a fucking trip, Brad. I’m miserable most of the time. In a town with no connections besides a pack that’s barely accepted me and — and Jake. Who tries, but he doesn’t know what it’s like. Blue River’s my family and now…You all rarely talk to me. And-And I get that Red Sky’s supposed to be my family now but they’re just not. B-Because you’re not there and I fucking miss you.

“So, yes — I drove all the way over here to invite you to my Plena Luna Corda because I want you to be there. I want my family to be there.”

The Bradshaw siblings stared at each other for a moment. One with trembling hands and the other with a slack jaw. And when Ronnie couldn’t take it anymore, she wiped at her eyes one last time and pulled a slip of paper from her pocket. 

“Whatever,” she grumbled, then she took the paper and shoved it into the bronze letter box by the front door. “There’s the location coordinates. It’s this Thursday — midnight. Show up or don’t.”

Then she turned and stepped off the porch attached to the house she grew up in. Leaving behind the brother who could barely look at her.

“Thank you for doing this, Penny,” Ronnie said quietly, trying to remain as still as possible. 

“Happy to help, sweetheart.” 

Penny smiled, knowing and sympathetic, as she dipped her brush into more of the red paint. With a final stroke, she finished up the design on Ronnie’s face. Thick around her eyes, winged up into her temples and hairline. A line down the bridge of her note. Then three lines started beneath her lips and went down her chin and neck. Next, Penny moved onto Ronnie’s exposed shoulders and chest. 

Ronnie didn’t know who else to ask to help her get ready for the ritual. Traditionally, it would have been her mother. Or another human connected to Red Sky. But her mother was gone, and Red Sky was still too skittish, too careful to bring anyone else into their ranks. Penny easily accepted when Ronnie called, stating she had nothing better to do on a full moon night with Pete gone. It made Ronnie laugh, but it also made her heart ache. Pete was already gone from their house. He was with Blue River. They weren’t coming.

“So this Plena Lunar Coro…” Penny trailed off, knowing she wasn’t saying it right. 

Ronnie corrected her with a laugh. “Plena Luna Corda.”

“Right. What is it, exactly?”

Ronnie thought back for a moment. She supposed Penny wasn’t around the last time Blue River performed a Plena Luna Corda — when her mother was pregnant with Bradley. She and Pete didn’t find each other again until years later. And Ronnie was always sure the next one she witnessed would be for Bradley’s Luna.

Now, she was a Luna. Now, she was participating in one. 

“It’s a pregnancy ritual,” Ronnie explained as she tilted her chin up at Penny’s gentle urging, the paintbrush dragging down her neck to continue the lines from her chin to her collarbone. “When a Luna gets pregnant with her first pup, the full moon after she finds out she gathers with her pack — all painted with their colors, obviously — and she has to eat an entire wolf’s heart.”

“You — You have to eat a wolf’s heart? Like raw? The whole thing?” Penny paused her painting to stare at Ronnie wide-eyed and baffled. 

“Yes,” Ronnie laughed at her friend’s expression, but she felt the nerves rise up in her chest as she talked through it. “I have to eat the whole thing — raw. If I do, without throwing up or spitting anything out, it’s a sign that the baby will be healthy and the pack will be blessed. If I don’t…It’s a bad omen. For the baby and for the pack.” 

“Jesus, that’s a lot of pressure,” Penny muttered, resuming her painting. 

“I know. And Jake’s a new Alpha, this is his first pup, and this pack has been through so much…I just…A lot is riding on this. On me.”

Penny finished painting her chest and arms. The two outer lines on her neck formed V shapes at her collarbones that went up towards her shoulders, trailing down her arms all the way to the backs of her hands. The middle of the three lines stopped just at the top of her chest. Elegant and simple.

The older woman set down the brush and kneeled down in front of Ronnie. She took her trembling hands in her own with a gentle smile. A motherly smile. Ronnie sucked in a deep breath through her nose and out through her mouth as she stared into Penny’s bright blue eyes. She had been with Red Sky for months, but this was her chance to really prove herself. To assert her role as Luna and as a vessel of the Moon Goddess herself. If she didn’t have the strength to do this, it was a sign she didn’t have the goddess’ blessing. Just another thing gone wrong for Red Sky.

She was only eight weeks along but already her stomach turned at just the smell of certain foods. There was a reason the ritual took place the first full moon after a pregnancy was discovered. When it would be the most difficult for the expectant mother. A true test of her strength. God — what if she couldn’t do it?

“I know this doesn’t mean much coming from me,” Penny said, giving her hands a reassuring squeeze. “But you are going to do amazing. You’re Veronica Bradshaw. You are the smartest, most badass woman I have ever met. You are a daughter of wolf kings. You can do anything.” 

Tears blurred Ronnie’s vision but they didn’t fall. Did Penny know? Had she heard Nick Bradshaw say it before? She must have. Anytime he gathered the pack, his rally cry was always we are the children of wolf kings! It always made Ronnie think that she was a princess, destined for a crown. But now, hearing those words from someone she loved when she felt at her weakest, she understood why her father said it so many times. They imbued her with a kind of power she could never muster for herself. 

She was a daughter of wolf kings.

“Thank you,” Ronnie whispered.

Penny smiled before she stood up again. “Come on, let’s finish getting you ready. 

There were no rules about what a Luna should wear for the Plena Luna Corda, but over the years and through the first-hand accounts Ronnie had read, she noticed that there was definitely a pattern. White — and something that exposed her small belly. The only item the traditions called for was a flower crown made of lupine and moonflowers. Ronnie chose to wear a white skirt, ending just past her knees that hugged low around her waist, and a matching tube top. Barely anything in the chilled night air, but it didn’t matter. Not when her nerves were making her so jittery she felt warm and frozen all at the same time.

At the last, standing in front of the full-length mirror, Penny placed the flower crown on her head — the white and purple flowers stood out in stark contrast to her dark curls. As she looked herself over, she cradled her bump in one hand. Never before had she looked like a princess — a daughter of wolf kings. But she did now. This was her first, true moment as a Luna. The Moon Goddess on earth. A sign of fertility and strength within her pack. She could do this. 

The clock in the hall struck midnight. It was time.

Ronnie took one last deep breath. That tight, anxious feeling in her chest remained, even as she thought over all her reassurances. But she would be with Jake soon. She always felt more confident when he was around.

“I’m ready.”

Javy paced around the front yard waiting to take her to the ritual’s location. He really was a beautiful wolf. Fur brindled and smooth, now painted red in streaks down his sides, haunches, and between his large golden eyes. He shook his head, great ears flopping, at the sight of her stepping down from the porch, trotting closer. The air was freezing, her breath fogged and her skin turned to gooseflesh almost instantly. But she could barely feel it. She padded barefoot across the grass, leaving Penny behind. Then, when Javy lowered his belly to the ground, Ronnie climbed on his back and grabbed fist fulls of his fur. 

He stood back up, her knees tight on his sides and grip on his fur locked. Javy looked back over his shoulder at her once to confirm she was good to go. Ronnie nodded in return. And he took off at a gallop into the woods. 

Ronnie pressed herself firmly against his back to hide against the wind and the rogue branches that would try to cut her. The air was biting cold, forcing tears to leak from her eyes as she buried her face in Javy’s fur. It was different than when she would ride on Jake’s back. The connection, that golden thread, was still there. But it wasn’t as strong. She didn’t feel one with Javy and she liked it that way.

The trees moved by in a blur of dark color, like soldiers in procession, watching their queen go by. That low-hanging fog off the mountain clung to the mossy ground. The full moon hung big and beautiful in the starry sky above. The world was silent, paused, except for the sounds of leaves rushing past and Javy’s growling breath.

Ronnie could have been riding on Javy’s back for hours or moments, she wasn’t sure. But it felt like an eternity and only a breath before they arrived in the proper clearing.

All of Red Sky was there, circled in wolf form and painted all in red, around a giant bonfire. There was a table filled with bowls of red paint and Ronnie could just make out in the orange light of the fire a great pile of furs placed just for her. Javy slowed to a stop with a growl, pawing at the soft earth. Ronnie lifted her head and a smile tugged at her lips. Relief and confidence flooded her veins. 

Jake was still in human form. Taming the beast within that longed to change with the full moon. His chest and stomach were painted with a bold red pattern. He kept his face simple — opting for a line on his chin and across his cheekbones and nose. He looked calm, proud, as he helped her from Javy’s back.

Once he was free of his burden, the brindled wolfmoved to fill the gap in the circle at the edge of the clearing. 

Jake pressed a kiss to her forehead, a low noise echoing in his chest, and she felt instilled with that confidence her mate always seemed to carry. He wrapped a large hand around the back of her neck, fingers tangled in the hair at her nape, and he gently forced her to look up at him. The breath was stolen from her lungs. He looked otherworldly in the firelight. His beard freshly trimmed, hair pushed back, eyes glowing red as blood as he fought against the change the full moon brought. 

“You look beautiful,” he whispered over the roar of the flames. 

And she felt it. 

With that hand still gentle on the back of her neck, he led her over to one side of the fire — where the furs were placed. She could see it before they even arrived. The great, giant paws, the grey fur. A wolf. Freshly sacrificed just for this night. 

Once in her place, standing on the pile of furs, Jake knelt down and shoved one clawed hand beneath the wolf’s ribs. He searched for a moment, then he yanked out a massive piece of raw muscle. Drenched in blood. The wolves around them whined and yipped in anxious excitement.

The heart. 

He rose and held it out to Ronnie. She took it without a hint of hesitation. She had to hold the heart in both hands. The blood instantly began to pour between her fingers, down her arms, and drip onto her feet. Jake could say nothing more to her. No words of encouragement or kind phrases. It was all up to her now. He turned and went around to the opposite side of the fire where a great stone waited for him. He took a seat, legs spread and elbows on his thighs. She could still see him through the dancing flames, his gaze intense and powerful. 

Jake nodded his head. It was time. 

The ritual had begun. 

She was a daughter of wolf kings. 

Ronnie looked down at the heart in her hands. It was still warm. A fresh kill. She remembered talking to her mother about this. Sitting with her unfinished book on her knees and holding out her tape recorder in case she missed anything in her frantic note-taking. Her mother had laughed and she got it on tape. She told her daughter that she got the heart down in five bites. Looking down at an actual one now, Ronnie had to scoff. That was easy for her to say — she was a Beta long before she arrived at her Plena Luna Corda. She had sharp fangs and strength to get her through. All Ronnie had was desperation and Jake’s encouraging face from across the fire. 

She had to do this. She could do this. 

Jake’s eyes told her so. Red and intense through the flames. If she looked at him, only him, that was all she could feel. Confident, capable, whole, filled with a pride earned and humble. She didn’t break eye contact as she sunk her teeth into the meaty flesh of the heart. 

Red Sky howled and yapped softly as she began. 

The meat was tough, but her teeth could get through. She ripped the first bite free and began to chew, her eyes never leaving Jake. The taste was…Appalling. Akin to chicken but she didn’t even really know. All she could taste was animal blood and something vaguely meaty. It made her stomach turn instantly. She wretched just as she swallowed and the bite lept back onto her tongue. A noise of protest slipped between her closed lips as she looked down at the rest of the heart in her hands. It somehow looked like it had gotten bigger since the last time she looked at it. There was so much of it. This was only the first bite. How could she ever possibly get through it all?

Then, that bite still laying heavy in her mouth, she looked back at Jake. 

Jake. 

His gaze was empowering, intense — she nearly wanted to look away. His breaths were even, shoulders rising and falling at a soothing pace. He had his elbows pushed down to his knees, fingers threaded together loosely as he leaned as close as he could get to her. She could nearly hear him talking in her head. 

Come on, little one. You got this. Don’t stop. You’re doing so good. 

She swallowed hard with an audible gulp — and a smirk ticked up the corner of his mouth. 

The next few bites went smoothly. Though achingly slow. Her jaw was beginning to hurt from chewing the tough meat. But she knew she had no chance of swallowing any of this whole. At the fifth bite, nearly halfway through, her stomach betrayed her again. What she already swallowed rose in her throat and she groaned — one bloodied hand shooting up to keep her mouth shut. Across the fire, Jake sat up a bit straighter, his every muscle poised like he was about to leap into the crackling flames. With a grimace, she forced it all back down her gullet. 

That was when the tears came. Ronnie didn’t even know she had begun to cry until she tasted the salt on her lips. Her throat ached from the bile, her stomach churned. And there was a fear now. Visceral and constant no matter how hard she tried to fight it. Push it down. Focus only on Jake and his pride and his confidence. A shaking breath tumbled out of her mouth. There was still so much left. Something ugly curled around her heart now. Like tentacles or knotted vines — something meant to cling and drag down to the very depths of some unknown darkness. 

What if she couldn’t do it? What if she became the very thing that she sought to prevent? Just another pain for Red Sky, another bad omen. What if she let Jake down?

Ronnie looked up at him from across the bonfire. His expression hadn’t changed. Still hard, still calm, still unrelenting in its pride. She could even still hear him, like a whisper at the back of her mind. Just a bit more, little one, you can do it. But it was so hard. Her stomach roiled, screamed at her to get it all out and find some relief. She brought the heart back up to her lips and took another bite. More tears slipped out.

Looking out at the wolves that surrounded the clearing, that watched her every move with eyes like shining gold coins, she wished there were some familiar forms among them. Some furry, time-worn faces that she knew like the back of her hand. Red Sky was trying, trying to encourage in the ways that they could. Barking and stamping at her and howling quietly. But it wasn’t the same. She wished her mother was there. She wished her father was there. 

She wished Bradley was there. Or Pete, or Bob, or Natasha. The pack that raised her. That made her into the woman, the Luna, that now stood across the fire from her mate trying to do the impossible.

Swallowing that bite, she took another and was able to work through it quickly. Bile at the back of her throat threatened to ruin everything. Acid burning her tongue and forcing hot drool to accumulate in her mouth. Ronnie pushed it all down with a soft cry. 

Only two more bites left. One if she tried. 

It wasn’t just her poor stomach telling her to stop now. It was everything inside her. To just give up. Her hands, now painted completely in blood, trembled as she readjusted her grip on what remained of the heart. She couldn’t even look up at Jake. Convinced of the disappointment and anguish she would find there. She wasn’t cut out for this. She wasn’t a werewolf, she wasn’t a Luna, she was just some normal girl trying desperately to cling to something she was never meant to have.

The pack began to growl menacingly, their hackles raised as they turned west. Leaves rustled and twigs snapped. Ronnie looked to the source of the noise, fearing that something had now come to attack at one of the pack’s most vulnerable moments. Jake too was on high alert, stood from his seat with his teeth bared — barely restrained from circling the fire to tuck Ronnie away.

But all the agitation seemed to die away when it was revealed just who was coming into their circle.

“Pete,” Ronnie whispered when the wolf stepped into her view, just beyond Jake’s shoulder. 

She would recognize his wolf form anywhere. Jet black and speckled with grey in the face and chest. She had ridden on his back when she was a child. She had patted his great face with her tiny hands. She had cried into his fur. But now, now he stood alone amongst a pack that only a few months ago was prepared to rip his throat out. Now, he stood with blue paint smeared into his fur like it was done last second. 

He came. 

Then, on Jake’s other side, a larger wolf appeared — the growls of Red Sky picked up. There were scars on this wolf’s face, painted blue and the coat was a deep chocolate brown. His eyes glowed red in the light of the fire.

“Bradley,” she wept.

He came. He really came. And if he was here, then the rest of the pack wasn’t far behind. And they did come, filling in the gaps between the Red Sky wolves with their blue-painted fur. 

Ronnie looked to Jake with a hopeful smile, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. Please let them stay. Jake looked at her for a moment, then his gaze fell on his pack and he nodded. Red Sky instantly calmed down at his signal. But they remained restless, shifting quietly and keeping a weary eye on the other wolves. Jake slowly sat back down on the stone, all his focus back on his mate. 

Her family was there. Her pack was there. Jake was there. She was a daughter of wolf kings. She was a Luna, the Moon Goddess incarnate.

Ronnie could do this. 

She shoved the remaining chunk of flesh into her mouth and chewed.

Jake looked like he was about to jump into the fire. Every muscle pulled taut, like a coil under too much pressure. His red eyes shone and were full of power as he watched his Luna eat. And at the last, when it felt soft enough, Ronnie swallowed — all of it. Her hands empty. Everyone watched on bated breath as she swayed on her feet, one hand cradling her belly, fighting against her body to keep everything down. Then she gulped with an audible gasp…

And she knew it was finished. 

Every wolf in the clearing howled up at the moon that cursed and blessed them — Red Sky and Blue River. The pup was going to be strong and healthy, the pack was blessed for it. 

But all Ronnie could focus on was Jake. Proud and steady as he came around the fire to her. A smile quirked the corner of his mouth, his hand dripping with fresh red paint. She wanted to collapse into him, let him be her strength now. But she needed to remain resolute, standing proud as she reunited with her Alpha and her mate. As he claimed their unborn pup for Red Sky. Ronnie gasped at the cold, wet feeling when he pressed his red-dripping hand into her belly. 

“My little Luna,” he spoke in awe.

The howls only grew louder, more consistent, as Jake knelt before her and wrapped his arms around the tops of her thighs. Then he lifted her into the air for every wolf to see. From each pack. This was his mate, his Luna, his love, his queen. Ronnie smiled, happy tears falling down her cheeks now, with her hands in his golden hair. His gaze was locked on her as he walked her around the fire once, twice — the moon shining down on them and wolves from both packs howling in harmony for the first time in centuries. 

When Jake finally set Ronnie back on solid ground, the wolves around the clearing dispersed. Ready to go on their full moon hunt, to fulfill the desire that had been gnawing at them since the moon rose that night. After a moment of pounding feet and calling howls, the clearing was silent. Leaving the Alpha and his Luna with a moment of peace, as was tradition. 

Jake held Ronnie’s face in his painted and bloodied hands, tucked her hair behind her ears as he pulled her flush against him. “You did so good for me, little one.” 

“Yeah?” she questioned quietly, reaching up and gripping his wrists in a loose hold. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled lightly, eyes flicking over the state of her bloodied face. “My little Luna. My moon and stars.” 

Ronnie nodded as her eyes slipped shut, leaning into his firm touch, leaning into his strength. Her fingers slipped from his wrists to touch her bump lightly. Jake pulled her ever closer, breathing in deep as one of his hands cradled the back of her neck — fingers threaded through her hair.

Then she whispered, so soft it would have disappeared on the wind to anyone else, “I don’t think the pup likes wolf’s heart.” 

Jake laughed. One of those deep rumbles that moved his entire body that Ronnie loved. She released her own quiet chuckle as Jake dropped down on one knee before her, her waist in his broad hands. 

“Good thing you only do this once, then, huh?” he looked up at her, his expression soft and full of a powerful sort of love. 

And his gaze dropped to her belly with that same expression. That same soft yet powerful love, that same reverence and awe, as he pressed tender kisses into her flesh. Ronnie sighed, her head thrown back towards the sky, as she threaded her fingers back into his hair. 

“I was so worried,” she confessed, hands trailing over his neck as her mate got back to his feet. 

Jake’s thumb traced over her blood-stained lips, pulled the bottom one down as he dragged the digit down her chin and the column of her throat — where the red paint used to be but was now hidden in blood.

“I never doubted you for a second,” he replied and it made fresh tears blur her vision. 

His kiss was gentle yet commanding as it always was. Soft but powerful. Only now, at this moment, when their kiss tasted like blood and paint and release — there was a certain hunger and pride that rippled in the way he tugged her against him. In the way he urged her lips to part so his tongue could slip inside. 

“Jake,” she panted softly when they parted, an echo of the need that pulsed through her now. 

That need for his strength. His reassurance. His love. 

“I know,” he breathed, almost a growl, as he leaned his forehead heavily against her own. “But we can’t…It’s already getting harder to control.”

Ronnie nodded in understanding. It was a night of the full moon. Jake had already been resisting the beast within for hours now. It was surely clawing at his insides, howling to be released. He was stronger as an Alpha, able to put it off, but if he went any longer it would drive him insane. And he wouldn’t take the risk of hurting Ronnie or the pup. He just wouldn’t. 

So they stood in the clearing for a few more moments. Content to hold and be held. Content to sink into this new feeling now that the Plena Luna Corda was over. Now that there was some assurance from the goddess above that their babe was going to be healthy, that things were finally going to be looking up for Red Sky.

“I love you,” Ronnie whispered.

“I love you, too.” Jake pressed his lips into her hair. “With all of me. With everything.” 

“You should go,” she said, hands smoothing over his bare chest.

He needed to join the hunt, join his pack, lead. He needed to succumb to the curse so he wouldn’t be driven mad when the night was through. Jake gave her one final kiss, soft and full of strength, before he reluctantly pulled away from her. 

“I’ll be back by morning,” he said as he backed away, giving himself some space. 

“We’ll be waiting for you.” Ronnie smiled with a hand on her belly. 

Jake grinned with an unbelieving shake of his head. Then he gave in to the curse. His body was overcome by fur and powerful muscle. In an instant, he was in wolf form. Massive, with his dark gold fur glinting in the firelight. Red paint still visible on his face and chest.

Lowering himself down to the forest floor, Ronnie pulled herself onto his back. Their connection strong and golden as he carried her off into the woods. Back to their cabin. He left her on the porch. Pressing his large, furry head into her middle one last time, Ronnie smiled as she held his massive face in her hands. 

Then he ran off to join his pack.

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[annachum]

I have been seeing Marvel fans keep screaming for Sigyn to appear in the MCU

If one looked at just how LOATHED Sylvie is ( and for good reason ), and how poorly written Sigyn is in the Marvel Comics.....

Let's be honest, having Sigyn not being in the MCU at this point ( and I think may never be, I'm sorry ), is actually a blessing in disguise

I mean, look at Norse Mythology. Sigyn is TRULY A BADASS QUEEN. Norse Goddess of Fidelity and Victory, a valkyrie who IS ALSO A MAGIC WIELDER, AND USES HER BOWL/SHIELD TO SHIELD LOKI FROM THE POISON FROM A GIGANTIC SNAKE IN RAGNAROK!! Srsly Sigyn has got such tremendous strength, that she didn't even flinch when she willingly went with Loki to be at his beside when he was chained to the rocks, nor when she faced the large snake right in rhe eye. And what did Marvel Comics do to her?

They made her an abused, Mary Sue like trope who is a deconstruction of a Princess Classic trope - all the singing and talking to animals ( nothing wrong with that ), and then for her to be a dog to Loki. How tragic.

I guess MCU writers read about her in the Marvel Comics, and decided to give the mercy on not having Marvel Comics! Sigyn to be in MCU. There is no need for another adaptation of Loki and Sigyn toxicity in the Marvel Comics

But look around you, all the Sigyn fans adore Sigyn. All the cosplays, the fanfics, rhe research, all herald Sigyn for WHO. SHE. IS. in the Norse Myths. Sigyn is literally a bringer of victory FOR A REASON.

And Loki and Sigyn existed thousands of years before Marvel came along. Sigyn literally is one of the Norse Deities that Ancient Nordics pray to for victories one way or another, that tormented people who heard of her pray to for extra encouragement and help, a symbol of still keeping up spirits even in dark times.

Justice for Sigyn exists for a reason - to defend Sigyn's glory and to give a big middle finger on the adaptations that sadly butcher Sigyn's character

So please, if any of you still bash Sigyn, and continue to glorify Sylvie who is a poorly written OC and literally everything that Sigyn is not, Loki, Vali and Narvi, and the entire Sigyn fandom community would be very, very disappointed with you.

* mic drop *

#anti sylvie #sigyn #justice for sigyn #valkyrie #norse mythology #loki x sigyn #constancy and victory

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love:She's still got IT

Moxxie wasn’t sure how or why he found himself where he was right now but there was no doubt he wasn’t in hell anymore that was for damn sure. It sure as Satan wasn’t even the living world, if anything he’d think to himself what fresh hell he was in right about now. All around him, everyone and everything including himself was in black,whit and grey, animals were talking and walking on two legs, and their was a bit of singing, and dancing. The imp hitman wasn’t sure what brought him here but he could recall the how, that was for damn certain. Blitzo,ever his mature,composed boss (yeah right!!) had gotten blind stinking drunk and decided to try reading some pages from the grimoire. Despite Millie and Loona’s best efforts of course to stop him, before Moxxie knew what in all unholy fuck was going on, he’d found himself here of all places. Wherever here was of course, it sure wasn’t the living world but for some reason most folks didn’t seem to look twice his way. Guess imps or similar weren’t too out of place around here. But one thing was clear, he wasn’t sure how long he’d be here for until the problem could be sorted out back home but before he could decide what his next move was, he’d heard…..something sad her beautiful all at the same time. Following to a park, under a bridge by a river as he saw a pretty young thing singing and humming a melodic yet melancholy tune. He was a married man mind you and loved millie with all his heart, much as what they had was even allowed to thrive in Hell of all places but she more than always encouraged him having an eye appreciation for other women…and some men of course. And damn if this girl, human or otherwise, wasn’t drop dead gorgeous. She rather had an appeal or charm to her akin to that classic actress,Monroe Something or other. As he found himself kneeling down by where she sat, as the mournful canary song paused, the girl turning to look his way with the biggest, prettiest set of eyes any man would kill to have glance their way…..

??:0.0”…….Uhm…what?”*crumbs even her voice sounded as pretty and adorable as she looked. To say nothing of the body of course.*

Moxxie:00”Uhm…hi there. That was a..very nice song.”*he sincerely complimented,fidgeting nervously from the way she was looking so cute and puzzled. Seeming like she’d seen a lot before but never quite Something like him that’s for sure.*”Uhm You…want to talk?”

Despite whatever awkwardness and confusion she might’ve had about Moxxie I regards to what he was and where dactyl he came from, the young woman whose name he learned was Betty Boop, couldn’t help but find very affable and approachable. Enough so that she obliged him and confused in him as to what had her seeming so down and mopey. It seemed this fiesta little flapper had a bit of a falling out with her co-performer at the lounge club she performed at. A rather cozy little speakeasy known as the Lackadaisy where she sang and danced as one of its main acts. And wouldn’t you know it,the deadbeat who she also happened to briefly dating, just up and left town right when they were set to be main headline act tonight! The jerk just packed his bags and ditched his apartment, having just left a note in the door saying he had bigger opportunities awaiting him elsewhere and couldn’t afford to be tied down working at some dive bar going nowhere with some clingy doll like her. Moxxie was half to offer his professional service just to track the jerk down and end his goddamn life but if it was one thing his dear sweet mother, God rest her hellborn soul if He be merciful, it was a gentleman always puts comforting a heartbroken lady first. It was funny in some ways this rather reminded him of how he’d first met Millie as he and and Betty got acquainted whole he continued to provide a supportive ear and a comforting shoulder. The lair getting to know each on a persomal, friendly basis though Moxxie felt it best not to outright say he was a professional killer for hire. An imp from literally hell itself? No problem but no need to traumatise her and make her fear for her life!

Betty:”Yiu know, anyone ever tell ya you’re a good listener? I can think of a lot of guys who could stand to learn to be half as decent as you. So you really dunno how you got here or when you might get back home?”*The cute flapper girl quipped, sounding and seeming more perkier than when Moxxie had first found her.*

Moxxie:*rubs his neck out of modest shyness,praise from anyone else but Millie was a bit much for him to handle.* “Well seemed only right to cheer you up. But yeah ‘til they figure out what my boss did exactly,I’m kind of stuck here. Nowhere to stay,no money….I mean I could offer services but weeell,let’s just say my line of work might not be so legal around here…..”

Betty:*giggled at how adorable Moxxie looked being so humble, and couldn’t help but happen to find him more than easy on the eyes to look at.* “Yeah meanwhile I got to try run by my boss about my act tonight at the club. Yeah you’re right I can just forget about that loser but not like I can cancel last….min..”*Betty paused mid sentence as she suddenly felt a lightbulb go off. An idea popping into her head as she hummed and looked Moxxie over.*

Moxxie:*hoping that the look The sexy flapper was giving wasn’t her mentally undressing him.*”Uhm, ms.Boop, I mean Betty, something wrong?”*The Imp enquired as he corrected himself,earlier she’d insisted to be addressed by her first name, no need for formalities between friends after all.*

Betty:”Say now, you said before you’re pretty good with music right? Song and dance, playing instruments? You know jazz, right?”* she asked, her tone as hopeful as it was playful, Moxxie finding it hard to look away from those big ol’ pretty eyes of hers, twinkling with anticipation.*

Moxxie:”well it’s a passionate hobby of mine I can’t deny…Uhm why’re you asking that exactly?” *The imp had a feeling he’d know the answer as Betty’s eyes twinkled more and she grinned the most dazzling smile.*

That of course was Moxxie found himself later that evening down at the Lackadaisy club. The rather cozy, possibly literally underground bar and casino evoking quite a stylish cozy atmosphere as Betty explained to her manager about the circumstances that lead to her needing Moxxie as her substitute performance partner, vouching for him as she assured he would be more than capable of stepping up and keeping the crowd entertained. It was all it took for Moxxie to not get nervous and develop stage fright given the last time he performed publicly was at Ozzie’s. Not his fault his little romantic ball and for Millie just wasn’t quite in line with what the king of lust looked for when it came to his open mic night acts. But despite himself and whatever doubts or worries he had, Betty just had a way about her that made him feel comfy despite any and looks he got from staff and patrons alike. But soon as he was working away tapping those piano keys or strumming those guitar strings to the sultry pitch and tones of Betty’s songbird voice, they had the crowd in the palm of their hands. To say nothing of the rug cutting they did in the dance flooor to the houseband’s beats, it was an understatement to say that their duet act had been a been hit. The pair having made their way late on the night time streets after closing time, a little liquid candy in their systems as Betty took the imp back to her place. She’d claimed it was only fair and right to do so given Moxxie didn’t have a place to stay or could afford to, besides which she owed him for being such a good confidant and for, to pardon the pun, a hell of a save at the club. He didn’t see any reason to say no to such a generous offer, but the moment her apartment door was shut? The dimensionally displaced imp suddenly found the pretty flapper grab him by his bow tie and pull him in for a kiss. Her pretty lips locked to his muzzle as she draped one sultry toned leg around his waist, his golden eyes widening before she broke their liplock for air,an adorable blush in her sultry face as she giggled at the stunned,dumbstruck look on his face.

Moxxie:”Uhm, I don’t suppose that’s the liquor talking?”*a slight hit, eeping as he found Betty take and place one of his hands on her boot.*”Ooooh crumbs….”

Betty:*giggled and hummed as she caressed and scratched under his chin, leaning in close as she was inches from kissing him agains. Her perky,curvy pinup frame pressing against him as her free hand idly caressed his horns.*”Nope, all me handsome….you just been so good to me, better than most guys I know or met and for all I know you could be gone back home before I know it. And I are as hey ain’t letting thst come to pass without seeing what makes your Millie such a lucky,happy girl….so what do you say Moxxie? Want to make me sing?”*shooting him a wink and a smile as Ahe watched the imp think about her offer…for all of five seconds!!*

Now Betty wasn’t by any means what you’d call a loose woman, let a,one a slut or a whore. Of course she wasn’t a naive little vanilla mouse of a girl either, but whatever prior experience she had with men before? Moxxie was blowing them all out the water but not as much as he was blowing her mind. Her melodic songbird quality moans echoing throughout the walls of her apartment, laying naked on her couch as she grasped Moxxie’s horns. Holding on for dear life as he ate her out, his reptilian like tongue piercing sand probing her slit as he caressed and massaged her thick hips and thighs, her legs draped over his shoulders as Betty felt her arousal taken to untold of heights she never imagined she’d reach. Biting her lip as she moaned out Moxxie’s name as orgasms were hitting her one after another at a rate she couldn’t even keep count. To think, here he was,naked with that rather toned bidy of his and that stunning cock so primed and ready to hammer her and et he was putting her needs first? Most guys could take lessons from such a gentleman, to think such a skilled lover came from hell of all places? Most angels would likely fall and some gals woild sell their souls just to be where Betty was right now and this was just the foreplay!! It was only going to get better from there on!!

Betty:”Oh god oh god! Moxxie baby!! Harder!! Aahn harder!!”*the pretty flapper cried and howled as she bounced and rode on the imp cowgirl style, giving her a fine view of her bouncing tits as her perky booty jiggled with every impact against his pelvis. His heavy balls smacking those twin meat buns as her stomach bulged with his length and girth, the bed creaking and shaking.*

Moxxie:”Ooh crumbs…oh crumbs…”*Moxxie wasn’t usually one for dirty talk,that was usually more kn the end of Millie or whoever else was enjoying his sexual prowess that is when they weren’t busy screaming and moaning in the throes of passion and ecstasy as much as Betty was. Plowing into her from behind as she stood bent over,grasping and clutching her window curtains for dear life. If she’d been with other men,you’d never know as the imp found her as tight as she was wet and warm. To say nothing of how utterly aroused she got whenever he would cum inside of her. There was no doubt she wanted to go all night and by the unholy whore of Babylon? He’d damn well oblige her!!*

They certainly went at it all night, hell they kept going at it well into sunrise. They even went all damn day into dusk as they made a mess of Betty’s bedroom, her bathroom, not a single spot in her apartment left untouched by this marathon of Nookie. Some females passers by looking at the flapper’s windows, hearing her echoing cries as they felt jealous and envious of her all at once. Wondering what sort of stud that lucky girl was with to be making her feel and sound so good right about now. Betty of course was finding herself enjoying a variety of exotic positions she’d only ever heard of or never knew even existed as Moxxie made her sing and then some. From the raw primal intensity of a mating press to taking it from him doggy style, to say nothing of the thrill of having her head hang off the edge of th bed as he facefucked her. The only thing better than teasing his seed of course was having him pump his load inside of her and who knew you could do it in the shower? Just being pinned up against the cool tiles as steamy water sprayed and rained down on them while they French kissed. Arms and legs wrapped around him as he pumped and pistoned like a jackhammer before dusk had long set in once again, the flapper girl and imp stud in a seated lotus position on what remained of Betty’s bed, kissing and making out as she bounced and rode in his alpha male shaft. Collapsing into a tangle of limbs as they came together one last time, Moxxie letting the sweet embrace of sleep take him. Whole Betty simply sensually smiled and our red,basking in the afterglow. Before she could doze off herself, the cutie blinked,tilting her head as portal of fire suddenly formed open, the familiar muzzle of Loona popping out as she sniffed a bit before spotting the lair in the demolished bed. Betty and the snarky canine staring at each other before the latter looked over her shoulder.

Loona:”Hey yeah found him alright,finally. No worries fatty is doing fine…”*she quipped to whoever as she stepped aside and let Millie step through the portal. Betty coul sewer there was something of a tone of affection calling Moxxie fatty before she and Millie looked back and forth at one another and the imp man. Millie of course beaming quit rthe adorable smile like only she could.*

Milllie:”Well hey and howdy there now, looks like you got my husband there. Aww and I think I just missed the fun. Leave to it to my moxxie to be fine a day and go find some fun without me,huh? But boy he sure knows how to pick the,? Was it good for you missy?”*The Wrath imp quipped, clearlt she could tell her man had gotten erotically acquainted with this girl and her only complained was she missed out on it.*

Betty:”Ooh it’s Betty and you must be Millie. Looks like my timing wasn’t too off, I’m glad you don’t mind,Moxxie’s just too much of a sweetheart that I couldn’t let the opportunity pass me by.”*the perky bombshell playfully quipped back as she felt a sort of kindred spirit vibe with the Imp girl, an adorable pout as she caressed Moxxie’s horns,the imp sleeping away unaware his rescue home had arrived.* “it’s just a pity it was omly for a day but hey better a day than none,right? You’re a lucky girl and so generous too..”

Millie:*gigggled as she shook betty’s free hand,followed by a kiss on each cheeks..then surprising her with a sudden kiss on the lips. Which she didn’t mind, rather she seemed to enjoy.*”Weel if you’d like, we can make note of this dimension address and drop by,you think Moxxie’s good now? Wait until you see how he In a threesome…” *The imp babe teased as Loona was picking up Moxxie’s clothes. The flapper noting how she seemed to snif snd breathe in his scent. Sensually shuddering as she soon Pickedup heir mutual stud bridal/princess style and genin carrying him back to the portal home.*

Moxxie:”mmm mama i don wanna wake up,so warm…”*The imp fidgeting as he adjusted from one warm body to another.*

Loona:*rolled her eyes,blushjng as she gave a rare smile.*”relax Fatty daddy,mama’s got ya….”*the hellhound playfully teased,making sure the imp was warm and snug. The little guy had quite the time after all.*

Betty:*giggles as she thought on Millie’s offer*”ya know,sounds like a good deal to me…besides I don’t think any guy will ever be as good as him…”

Millie:”you bet your cute little monochrome booty he’s one of a mind….oh before we go,mind if I just get Moxxie a little souvenir to remember you by?”*Betty was curious what she had in mind but soon as Millie explained, she was well on board.*

Moxxie had been confused to find himself back in his own apartment and bedroom in Imp City when he awoke. No Betty in sight, colour all around and the smiling face of Millie to greet him. Had it all been a dream,he’d thought to ask only for Millie to hand him his cellphone,finding he’d sent her a picture. Opening it to find a sultry photo of Betty, captioned as follows. ‘Missing You already sugar, Boop-Oop-a-Do!’ Nomsir it hadn’t been a dream and as Millie would inform him later on, they saved the details on how access Betty’s dimension for future dates. Especially if he ever wanted to give a repeat performance of course while as for Betty? Let’s just say he’d left her a little souvenir thst she’d expect in about 9 months. And thstat love child Moxxie gave her? Would go on to become Bendy.

#sketchfan #sketchfanda #sketchfan85 #helluva boss #helluva moxxie #helluva millie #betty boop #moxxie smut #moxxie #millie #Youtube #Helluva boss

[misc-obeyme]

I have today and tomorrow off and it's really so weird because I'm not used to them being in a row 😭 but then I'm scheduled six days straight after that soo

i keep getting tiktoks about Book of Life and I wanna rewatch that so bad because it's one of my favorite movies. I don't know if it'd fit but I love putting my favorite characters into other media i enjoy (crossovers technically?) so i keep imagining mc and Mammon as Manolo and Maria. And then probably Solomon as Joaquin, just because he's my other favorite.

but Manolo literally sings "heaven knows your name, I've been praying" while trying to serenade Maria and it gets me every time. I have the perfect mental image to redraw that scene with Mammon and Mc but I can't put it on paper so AAAA

anyway i wanted to ask if you had any movie recs or anything because I don't know what to do with myself other than read all day tomorrow. OH AND ALSO IF YOU WERE GONNA WATCH THE ECLIPSE, A COWORKER GAVE ME GLASSES WHICH I WAS HAPPY ABOUT

- ✨ anon

I hope you enjoy your days off! I think it's always nice to have multiple days in a row... due to be an office gremlin, I always get the two regular weekend days off. I kinda have to use Saturday as a reset day because I'm so exhausted from the week lol. So it's nice to have that extra day for other things! (Usually chores in my case.)

Anyway, I had to look up The Book of Life because I have never heard of it before now. It sounds good! I definitely think you should rewatch it. And yeah, I think that's kinda how it goes with art? You've got the vision in your mind but the hands cannot replicate it. It can be like that with writing, too. It's just trying to convey to someone else the picture you see in your mind and it never comes out the same.

But it's definitely fun to do crossover ideas, like putting characters in other stories. I had a feverish few days obsessing over which Obey Me characters would be who in a King Arthur AU. It's just really interesting to consider how their personalities would change the story, you know? (Not me also kinda thinking about a LOTR AU kadsfkl.)

I'm afraid I may not be the best person to ask for movie recs? I don't watch a lot of movies. Generally I have the attention span problem lol. I do watch them occasionally, like I finally watched Knives Out & Glass Onion which I totally loved. But I suppose it also depends on what sorta genre you're into... I suppose those are like murder mystery style but they're also just very funny. Dang I'm trying to think of other movies I've watched recently but yeah there's not a lot... the most recent thing I've watched is Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon on Netflix which is so so good. I know it's like the tumblr rage right now, but I'm really loving it.

Though due to my inability to watch current movies, I have a lot of older classics that I like. Monty Python and the Holy Grail comes to mind immediately. I also love the old school Clue movie it's so good. And I'm a huge fan of Studio Ghibli movies, so any of those, but I know a lot of peeps have already seen them. Other older animated movies from my childhood like The Road to El Dorado and The Emperor's New Groove and Anastasia. Oh and of course I'm a huge fan of all the Lord of the Rings movies but I know that can be kind of a commitment. I also liked Pan's Labyrinth, The Birdcage, Coco (if you wanna CRY), The Boondock Saints (uh very bloody this one though), and I always kinda had a thing for martial arts movies like I love Legend of the Drunken Master lol but also Hero and of course the classic Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon (there's a sequel on Netflix that was also very good). Oh and I did see Everything Everywhere All At Once which I really enjoyed!

Er so I guess that's more than I thought lol. But there are a lot of times when people will be like you haven't seen X movie!?! And I just hafta be like... I don't watch movies a lot, sorry??

As for the eclipse, I am not going to be watching it because I don't have protective eye wear and my eyesight is already terrible. I didn't realize it was happening until like today oops. I did see part of the last one... I think that happened a handful of years ago? I can't quite remember when it was, but I did experience it!

Anyway, I don't know how helpful any of this was, but I hope you enjoy your time off either way!

#I know a lot more about books than movies I'm afraid #✨ anon #misc answers

[short-circuit-the-great]

I was tagged by @magic-ace in this post where they wanted me to answer all of them, so here it is:

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

A classic tale of "my favorite character didn't get enough screen time" led to this.

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

Give it a 5. I don't mind it but it's difficult to focus on the proofreading side of it.

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🔥🔥🌞🔥🔥

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

@magic-ace @mecha-milkers @i-am-an-omen

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

I haven't finished it, but Descent by Zakharie.

💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?

Zero.

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

@brockendrems

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?

Original characters. Reader inserts aren't for me.

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

I will share one of my favorite taekwondo stories from many years ago because I think it is funny. Two different short dads I was sparring with managed to accidentally nail me in the face with the same kick on two different occasions, months apart. (You cannot hit the face in taekwondo but going for a headshot it happens a lot.) The first time miraculously didn't knock out any teeth but my upper lip got stuck in my braces and I had to rip it out while laughing maniacally. I looked like a corpse for weeks. The second time was straight in the nose, so my nose is still slightly crooked and makes a crunchy noise if I wiggle it to this day.

Both of the dads felt terrible but I was a teenage boy so I thought blood on my uniform was cool.

The "short dad curse" was real for a bit there and the only reason it hasn't continued is because I am now the short dad myself.

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time?

I don't have this problem.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Knock Out and Breakdown roughhouse a lot.

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

Reblog my shit with silly tags.

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

I'm learning to animate, which is cool.

I'm feeling a little more hopeful about finishing my degree.

My friends are wonderful.

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

I don't use the notes app.

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

I know better than to share that on this hellsite.

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Typical murder-related writing searches.

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

I got a small notebook to write tasks in, things I've done, what and when I ate, etc. This has been very helpful for memory loss and blackouts.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

Don't have one, but one of these days I want to write something more hopeful, something along the lines of a 2010s-era superhero cartoon but as a novel. Don't have a plot for that one yet. It's rotating in my head, though.

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

One of the best pieces of writing advice I ever heard was "give yourself permission to suck." When you sit down to write you can't be fixated on making it perfect the first time. All your first draft has to do is exist. Anything you write down you can change later, but you gotta get it down first.

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

My roommate and I keep saying "inch resting" and "ingredience" to each other.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Any.

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

He makes admittedly funny puns. That's it. That's all I'm giving Silas.

🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told?

I don't lie except for safety.

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

Grief.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

A few.

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing

Don't give my characters enough time to "rest"--it's one crisis after the other. That's the way I like it but someone get em therapy what the hell

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises?

It depends what kind.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

She barely made it halfway down to the gallows before something slammed into her, knocking her into the side of the building and shattering a line of windows. The crowd gasped and looked up, and then all Suncatcher could see was shadows and broken glass and the gun someone shoved into her face.

“If you can’t sit back and watch nicely,” Crossfire said, “then you can’t watch at all.”

“Go to hell,” Suncatcher said, and the blades on her forearms snapped out and stabbed into Crossfire’s midsection.

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

Thought ShortCircuit would be a good pen name for Transformers fanfic. It eventually became a new pen name overall, though I still use NobleRunaway in other spaces.

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

@magic-ace @mecha-milkers @i-am-an-omen I love you guys so much. May your pancakes always be fresh.

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

So remember when I answered one of these with "grief"

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

This doodle of Knock Out because it speaks to me.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

I wrote an entire rant and deleted it because the internet can't read. But there is something and it falls under mischaracterization.

#Spotify

[traumatised-confused-individual]

KIT CONNOR ONE SHOT.

no warnings just pure fluff and little bit of enemies to lovers trope.

Summary: Kit is the popular school boy and you don't like him very much until well you both find yourselves in a bathroom together.

There he stands, leaning against the locker, his hands in his pockets and laughing on the top of his lungs. He acts as if he owns this school just because he's popular and has nice ginger hair along with the lightest brown eyes ever. Kit Connor. I've known him for two years now, it annoys me to be around him even though he may be very pretty. Everything with him is a competition. He's the second in his class, he doesn't believe that since im the first. I think my presence annoys him as much as his annoys me.

"Hey think fast!"

Cole, one of his friends says as he throws a football at me. I can think fast because I was mostly really just observing them. I move aside and the ball hits my locker. I pick it up before he has a chance to.

"Give it back."

He tries to order me, as if he can. I take the most sharp thing I could find in my bag (you're not allowed to keep knives that would've been much easier) and puncture their ball. I throw it back at him.

"There much better." I smile and start walking to class.

"Oi what's your problem?" He calls out to me. I ignore obviously, trashbags like him and his gang don't deserve much attention anyways.

"Y/n are you going to the party tonight?" Dee asks me. She's my bestfriend and she's also a huge party animal.

"What party?"

"The one at Cole's." I look at her.

"I don't think he'll let me in. I pissed him off before coming to class." She chuckles as if she already knew this would happen.

"I'll sneak you in. Pick up at 8 okay?" She goes back to her work.

"Fine."

I really don't feel like going. The thought of kit and his friends just irritates me. Couldn't they have been nicer. I mean im sure I'd be friends with him if he wasn't the "Im the king and you're all my subjects" type. He used to be nice maybe, atleast from what I've heard. I dress in a skirt, tights covering my legs. A tucked in nirvana t-shirt and my black boots. I liked to be seen as edgy and scary outside of school, in uniform I'm just another prey waiting to be eaten. I leave my hair half open and put the smallest amount of make-up on my face.

"Y/n! Dee is here." Mom shouts on the top of her lungs as if I couldn't hear her.

"Coming!" I rush down the stairs and stand next to Dee, while my mother instructs us on the conditions.

"Yes mom got it. Be back soon. Bye." I take Dee by her hand dragging her out of the house.

She wore the sluttiest ourfit ever, classic Dee. She's never ever worn a shirt to a party, it's always got to be a dress or nothing at all.

"Do I look okay?" She asks as we stand outside of Cole's house. I squint my eyes at her, she's trying to impress someone or she'd never have asked.

"Who is it?" She rolls her eyes and gives me a big smile.

"Just a guy." She shrugs and starts moving.

"Yeah no shit sherlock. What guy?"

She just shrugs and doesn't answer me. The house is extremely loud with music and everyone is mostly drunk and tripping over one another or just casually making out or fighting. Which is the plus point of any party a good ol fight.

"What are you doing here?" Ah cole, ofcourse it's him. Why wouldn't it be?"

"It was an open for all. Why are you here? I squint my eyes at him.

"It's my party and you're not invited."

"Too bad love, Im already here." I pat his chest and move away from him, disappearing as fast as I can. I go to the bathroom and shut the door behind me,exhaling as loud as possible.

"Um." Someone clears their throat, which makes me jump a little. I turn around to see none other than our beloved Kit connor.

"Jeez. Did you have to be that silent?" I put my hand on my chest while he just smiles. He does have an adorable smile (we're getting carried away).

"Sorry, didn't think anyone else would be joining me in here." He says as he leans back. I scoff at him.

"Wasn't planning on it." I sit near the door. As much as he irritates me, I really do need to be away from Cole.

"Why are you here?" He asks.

"Why are You here?" I retort asking him the same question he asked me.

"I asked first." He smokes his e-cigarette.

"I asked second." I look at him, paying attention this time. He wore a black t-shirt, his sunglasses hanging from the middle. He has a small necklace, which is hidden by his shirt.

"I still asked first." He says which makes me snap back and not stare at him.

"I still don't care." This makes him laugh. Its not a mean laugh. Its a genuine laugh.

"What's so funny?" I poke him with my foot.

"You haven't changed a single bit." He looks at me right in the eyes. His gaze almost makes me blush.

"Why would I? I'm one of a kind." I smile.

"That's true." He blurts out the words and I could tell he did. "I mean you're annoying and weird. One of a kind."

"Sure whatever you say. You've changed though or maybe you're just the same."

He stands and then slumps down next to me."What do you mean?"

"What's with all the "I'm popular so Im the king" bullshit." I fold my arms.

"Is it bullshit?" He asks.

"Yes. I don't really like you like that."

"Ah so you liked me before." He smirks, cocky bastard.

"No. You were just a bit better, now you're insufferable." Should I be saying this to him? Does it really matter if I am?

"You remember that field trip they took us on?" He tilts his head towards me.

"We got lost, it took them four hours to find us." I smile at the thought, it was the only time Kit had been nice to me or had been his true self.

"We bought a bunch of junk because we were hungry, kitkats to be precise since you loves those and those necklaces." I turn my head to him.

"Yeah,that was possibly the best day of my life." I reach in my pocket and take out the necklace we bought. "I kept it." I hold it out in my hand.

"So did I." He pulls it out from underneath his shirt. "That day I decided I really wanted to be your friend."

I smile a bit sadly and put the necklace back in my pocket "I would've liked it if you actually did." I look at him again, his gaze lingers on mine and then moves to my lips as if he's studying them. What is going on? A little closer and we'd be kissing. Do i want that?

"Well I got curfew so i guess I'll see ya." I stand up.

"Yep." He replies and I'm out the door trying to escape him now. What am I doing? Where is Dee? Ah there she is getting cozy with the lad she liked. I guess I'll have to walk home. I walk out in the garden before Cole can catch me or any of his friends. I can hear distant shouting of my name and I choose to ignore it until it gets closer. I turn around.

"Y/n!" Kit, its Kit running towards me for some reason. He stops and catches his breath. Then steps super close to me, there's no space between us at all.

"What are you-" his lips meet mine before i could even finish my sentence. It takes me by surprise but I give in. I don't really know why but I do. His lips feel soft against mine and his hands snake around my waist pulling me close to him. His breathing is soft , I'm not so sure about mine. I'm probably hyperventilating. He let's go slowly, keeping his eyes on mine. Kit just kissed me. The person I probably hate and the person who probably hates me just kissed me.

"Well I- .. wasn't expecting that today." I say and he puts his hands in his pockets, smiling at me with that dorky smile.

"I was." He says "Didn't you have curfew?"

I shake my head in approval "Yeah.. see ya later kit kat."

I turn away from him, kitkat is what I would say to him to annoy him after that field trip. I guess it stuck to him.

"Don't call me that." He calls out.

"No promises." I say and keep on walking home.

Ah so this is it. I hope you guys like it. You can make requests for more one shots and fics<3

#kit connor #kitconnorfic #fanfic #y/n x oc #heartstopper #oneshot #nick nelson #nicholas nelson #fic writing #heartstopper fic #marvel fic #marvel

[ben-the-hyena]

One of my favorite things about the Tarzan show is the fact they gave Clayton a sister, Lady Waltham, who wants to avenge him. The plot of the episode may be cliché sure ("GEE A FAMILY MEMBER WE NEVER HEARD OF BEFORE WHO WANTS THEIR REVENGE HOW CONVENIENT") but it is executed well with how she was blinded with rage and hatred but she was good deep down since once she opened her eyes about Tarzan and then Clayton too she reformed, which is a change and not a second Zira (I love Zira I just mean it's good not all Disney secondary villain from sequel movies and shows are like that lol)

But I love even more what it implies

She and Clayton apparently were very close and if we are to believe that picture in which they both are dressed Safari style and how she can use a gun, it means they would travel and hunt together, meaning his death left her all alone. And even if she doesn't look or sound young (I'd say middle aged), she still has no grey hair nor wrinkle unlike him suggesting Clayton could have been the eldest. Which means, if he is the eldest, he was perhaps the one to drag her along with him and teach her to like those things and to hunt. And she saw her brother in a good light and thus Tarzan in a bad light for "killing him"

Which means that someone as ruthless, vile, cheating, greedy, treacherous, violent and villainous as Clayton actually LOVED someone enough for this person to believe he was good because he would be genuinely good to this person only and this person would only know this side of him and thus be enraged and sorrowful once his karma hit. And this person is Lady Waltham

Clayton, a classic Disney villain who had no problem in killing and betraying, was a good big brother to his sister he possibly was a role model for and loved her enough to include her in his hobbies especially back in a day when hunting was seen as a man's sport but he didn't give a shit and wanted his little sister to have fun with him anyway and even if she got (probably, since she has the title Lady and a different last name) married off she still didn't leave the Claytons' life and they still did things together that is until he got hired by the Porters and his death would leave her sad, angry and confused because who besides this Tarzan she heard about would be evil enough to gratuitously kill such a wonderful man to her POV ?

I am so fucking weak for bastards who actually are genuinely good to one person they care about

*EDIT*

Ok my memory was shit she used a blowpipe for her dart and not a gun. So either she never hunted before or that was her own way to so, since weaker and less agile than Clayton she had to make sure the animal would die fast and be discrete beforehand ?

#as if it were not enough that this fucker was fuckable he Also has ONE redeeming quality FUCK #seriously I'm weak for villains who can care and BONUS LIKE HERE when it's someone innocent enough not to know his real deal #also that makes his semi misogynistic lines about women being mysteries even more hypocritical since he valued one woman #enough to have her do 'man stuff' lmao must have been awkward #siblings #moi #reaction image #feels #sad #death #angry #revenge #grief #tarzan #Clayton #lady waltham #watch him be significantly older like idk 15 years so he was like a father figure since rich noble parents rarely were home for the kids #BECAUSE I SAID SO #episode #tv show

[kindan-no-kanojo]

Crunch. Crunch.

The sound of Roo’s sneakers hitting the pavement echoed down the dark alley. He hoisted his school bag higher on his shoulder. Another grueling day of work. Another grueling day of school. When would it end? Although, considering his situation, he was lucky to be able to support himself. Roo was grateful for that, at the very least.

Lost in his thoughts, Roo didn’t even notice the dark shape that darted in front of him, through the buildings and into the tree on his left hand side. But what he did notice was the loud crash that followed after. And… cawing?

Roo froze.

A crow…?

He’d never heard of crows being nocturnal creatures. Yet, as clear as day, he heard the cries of the bird from the trees. Slowly, he approached the source of the sound. In a pile of leaves, Roo found a small crow writhing in pain, its wing bent out of shape.

Oh no…!

He knelt down toward the creature and cautiously attempted to scoop it into his hands. The crow fought back, pecking at his fingers, feathers flying everywhere as it thrashed about.

“Ah-!” Roo leapt back. A small trickle of blood ran down his finger. Quickly, he placed his finger in his mouth and sucked on it. Once the bleeding subsided, he repositioned himself, psyching himself up for what he was about to do.

“I know you’re scared, little birdie, but I’m trying to help you,” Roo said as if he expected the animal to understand him. Of course it wouldn’t but it was the thought that counted. But after he said that, the crow calmed down a bit, although still tense.

Roo handled the bird carefully, making sure to support its wounded wing. Then they headed further down the alleyway, disappearing into the darkness.

—

Roo gently set the crow on his bed. He then dropped the satchel on his shoulder onto the ground.

“Now… how do you care for a broken wing?” he said aloud to himself. Roo racked his mind. He never had a bird, much less a pet, of his own to take care of. He rubbed his chin.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his laptop. Of course. He could look it up!

He plopped down on the couch and opened the computer, the blue screen lighting up his face. He typed into the search bar. Hundreds of links filled the screen. He clicked on the first one.

“Don’t move the bird unless absolutely necessary,” he read to himself. “Ah, well…”

Failed that one…

Just then he heard a noise, coming from the direction of his bed. Roo glanced over at the wounded animal. His eyes widened.

In place of what once was a crow, sat a young woman. Long, red strands of hair replaced the black, iridescent feathers. Beneath the gorgeous locks, the stranger winced as she gripped her broken arm.

Roo was speechless. Did that bird… turn into a girl? He stared at her. He opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t find the words. All that came out was: “Ah-.”

The stranger heard this noise and looked up, her eyes scanning the room before settling on him. Her expression twisted into a glare.

[from @lucidesunderstander :3c]

It was bad. It was terrible, so, so bad. She shouldn't have, she should never have done something to irredeemably stupid!

Her classic nocturnal walk around the city became a fight for her life after a firefly passed by her, so tiny, so shiny... Scarlett had decided to follow it, she never saw one in person! However, it soon flew too high for her to follow as a human. Therefore, the redhead girl had run into an alleyway in order to shift and chase it as a crow instead.

Naturally, her sharper vision helped her notice the bug way easier, but, sadly, it also created a tunnel vision of sorts, where all she could focus on was the tiny, minuscule little glowy thing. Not other birds, not the height, not the clothes hanging in the terrace of one of the buildings; or, not until her small body got stuck in the straps of someone's underwear. Or was it a really fancy shirt?

Whatever the case, it abruptly cut her momentum, and she started to panic as she desperately tried to get out of it, somehow, quick, the last thing she wanted was to be seen by someone like that! It was humiliating! Even as a crow!

Yet the endless struggle only created more chaos. She managed to involve one or two more pieces of clothing to further worsen her already embarrassing situation. Unable to see nor to get away, confused and stuck by the wings, her anxiety exponentially grew, despair took over, until...

Light. She saw light! An escape to her fashion trap! The crow rushed towards that light of freedom, perhaps too violently, judging by how effortlessly she set herself free—— but, hey, she was free! And she was also falling.

She was falling!!

The brainless firefly chase led her to disregard how dangerously high she had gone to, and the additional panic drove her to overlook where she would be standing once she got off. Turns out was too close to the edge. In any case, the panic seemed to never leave. She'd usually overlook her fear of heights if something was attention-worthy or important enough to focus on during a flight. But then these things would happen, where her brain turns off, and she would freeze in fear to the point of not be able to fly safe. Oh, how unbelievably, irredeemably stupid!

( Is this the end? Is this how I die? )

Dread built up by the second as the ground got closer and closer. She knew she wouldn't die, though. But she'd wish she did with the pain awaiting her.

In a moment of clarity, she managed to flap her wings just enough to redirect herself into a tree. Maybe it would help...?

Thud!

It didn't.

Caaaaaaw!!!

If anything, that made things way worse as they could possibly be. One of her wings got trapped amongst the branches at the last second, but the impulse from her fall was too violent to be stopped by that alone, so it only dislocated her wing before she met the hard ground with a strong landing that ultimately broke it.

After letting out a screech that only was heard as a loud caw, Scarlett was left in shock, only limiting herself to whine softly. It hurt. It hurt too much. Breathing hurt. Everything hurt. But, her wing, her arm... It was too much. It was so stupid. She was in so much pain for something so stupid.

And to top it off... Steps.

( Oh, no, not like this...! )

The sight of a silhouette brought her back to her senses almost instantly. They seemed to reach out for her but, oh, as if.

Caw!

( Get away!! )

She managed to get up and move back, while also pecking at that person's fingers, only occasionally succeeding.

Caw! Caw!

Caw! Caw! Caw!

( Leave me alone! I don't need you! Get away! Get away! Get away! )

Blind in rage, the crow only wanted to be left alone. She couldn't even fight too much, it was embarrassing, inconvenient, and, oh, the pain...

Nevertheless, amidst the rampage, she could recognize the soothing voice speaking to her. A quick –reluctant– clearer glance confirmed her suspicion. That boy from school! He gave her a gift once!

...That actually made the situation a bit more complicated. Alas, she was very tired from everything, so she finally gave in. Letting herself be carried by the boy, she no longer minded how her suffering would end, as long as it eventually did.

» » » »

Exhausted yet unable to allow herself to pass out, Scarlett spent the whole journey half-awake, watching the surroundings or the young boy holding her, occasionally whining in pain, and so on. Once they arrived, it was safe to assume she had mixed feelings about being in his house.

Worst yet, on his bed.

The crow looked up weakly, finding her 'savior' debating between his options to proceed. She appreciated that, yes, but it didn't make everything any less awkward on her end.

Left alone when he ran towards some electronic device, she began to think. Think, think. Would it be too awkward to show herself now? That would depend on how familiarized he was with the supernatural, perhaps. The other option would be staying like that, be treated as a crow and not letting him know, although there was a risk of having to stay there for some time to heal, or worse, be kept as a pet...

( Not happening! )

Without any further consideration, Scarlett shifted back into her human form, regretting such a decision almost instantly as now all her grown body hurt, and her swollen arm was trapped in the confines of the tight sleeves of her shirt. She held it gently, but that only gave her a new dose of pain. Trying to keep her voice low –and failing–, she looked around the place curiously, ultimately meeting eyes with the person in front of her.

Recoiling in her spot, perhaps the unbearable pulsing of her arm mixed with the particularly strange position they both were in (and the worse-case scenarios already playing in her head), made her glare more tense than otherwise intended, but she wasn't softening up any time soon. After all, he may have given her a gift, but he was still a stranger.

The shock on his face was amusing, though. Part of her mind caught that surprise, she only wished she was in a better mood to enjoy it at all.

"Hello," she sharply voiced to break the silence, tension built her throat and written all over her face, "fancy meeting you here...?"

A silky remark, all things considered. Scarlett wasn't sure of what to say that wouldn't backfire instantly with her weakened state. In the end, she simply stayed put, stiff, squinting at him like he was the one putting her through all this and it wasn't her own carelessness in the first place.

@lucidesunderstander

#📭asklett #scarlett wakahisa #tanako roo #jesus christ this took (and got) so long IM SORRY OTL #and i feel like i added nothing but her pov got long enough 😭 #made her go through hell to explain how she got there lmao #and the bday thing actually helped her trust him faster <3 #anyway i'll be more active w my replies after this intro i promise 😩 #catboyinabox #lucidesunderstander #🕊️. crowlett

[audaciousanonj]

Deltarune Weblinks - Egg

Clicking on the “furthentic cardboard box” led to discovery of a link: [frosted cereal box]

This link takes us to “holidaygirl1225′s blog”, a cheery pink website with a rainbow title, christmas ornaments, and music.

uh. the music is a liitttle disturbing. The text says it’s called “ Cat Petterz 2 OST (Corrupted) - No Cats “. A look into the inspect elements calls it “/assets/audio/midi-holiday_country.mp3″ with an underscore. Not to be confused with “/assets/audio/midi-holiday-country.mp3“ with two hyphens, which is what plays on the *other* holidaygirl1225 blog page that I’ve seen (the one you can get to by clicking the “game glitches and secrets webring” banner at the bottom of the sweepstakes page).

Anyway. It’s your classic “story about a glitch” blog post, which i will transcribe here.

As you may know, Cat Petterz 2 is one of this admin's favorite games. To those that don't know, it's a game where you take care of a cat and raise it. Sounds simple, right? XD

Actually, the game has a REALLY deep animation and breeding system... So players have been able to hex edit the game data to create brand-new pets.

If you download the right mods, you can raise birds, hamsters, cars, cartoon characters, and even more. Mewmewqueen's Sympton family pack is a great example of how far things can go.

However, you have to be careful, because, not all mods are very compatible. When pets fall in love, an egg appears and it hatches into a new pet that combines the animation and visual data of the two parents. Meaning, if you try to breed a hamster and a car, you'll either get a complete freak of nature XD Or, worse, you'll get this message.

"Incompatible pet"

Then the game will freeze and the music will glitch out.

I was so scared of seeing this message as a kid, I would punish my pets so that they would NEVER fall in love. If an egg did appear, I would throw in the trash right away.

Until one day...

You may notice that the url for the link is “egg.” So, obviously, i clicked on it, and-

completely black background, grey textbox, white text. I will copy the text below:

If you have no pets, it's known that there's a rare chance for an egg to appear giving you a random pet. This is the only way to get some of the secret cats in the game, which are still super rare on top of THAT.

So it's a lot of waiting for eggs, hatching them, and throwing away tons of cats trying to get the perfect character (This caused other problems but I'll explain that another time XP)

But, one day when I was trying to get the ultimate cat, something weird happened.

An egg showed up on my screen, but there was a message with it. "SPECIAL"

I was really excited. I've never gotten a special egg before. In fact I'd never even heard of it at all. I sat there for an hour waiting to see what it would turn out to be. Maybe I would be the first one to discover a brand-new cat?

But what was weird is, the egg never hatched. I started to worry that it was some kind of glitch, so I decided to try and get rid of it before it hurt my computer... and that's where things got REALLY strange.

No matter what I did, I couldn't move or throw away the egg.

I tried clicking it over and over, and in the end, all that happened is it made some sort of weird sound.

This freaked me out so much I deleted the game and reinstalled it. ... but the egg was still there. (Obviously XP)

Now that I'm older I think what happened is, I had so many mods installed that the egg didn't know what to hatch into? But at the time I thought my computer was haunted or something, or the egg was going to kill me XD

After a few hours of freaking out, I eventually faced my fears and loaded up the game again. The egg was there, but it didn't seem to be doing anything. So I started raising it like it was a normal pet, brushing it and playing with it and stuff.

By the end of the day, I actually started thinking it was a cool pet and maybe I could try to figure out how to upload it online as a mod.

I wasn't able to do that though.

The next day when I opened the game, the egg was gone, with a message that said it "left home due to happiness."

Usually the message is "(pet) left home due to sadness" and only happens because you neglected your pet. It's not supposed to happen because you were nice XD

One last thing!

The egg actually had a name but I don't remember what it was. It's been driving me crazy ever since. If anyone else has ever seen an egg in their game like this PLEASE email me. PLEASE. First one gets 100 cheasy points from me XP

What does this mean? heck if i know, I’ll leave the theorizing to others.

Here’s an interesting thing though. You know how I said the website was just a black background? welll...

You can’t see my mouse, but I was clicking and dragging and i saw the rainbow title asset. A quick inspect element showed the truth: the title and christmas ornament are still there, just hidden.

#deltarune