#it was just a bump but this is very clearly going to b a long lasting scar

[aalyssah]

In Need For A Hug

Pairing: Hook x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,457

Summary: When Hook looses his FTW Title, he becomes distant from you, but after nights of being alone, he finally comes back to you.

A/N: Tbh I'm not really into AEW that much anymore. BUT, I'll  try to keep writing for it. Anyways, Hope You Enjoy!

"1, 2, 3!"

*Ding, Ding, Ding*

He lost.

Hook just lost his title.

Boos erupted around the arena as Powerhouse Hobbs snatched the title out of Bryce's hands. He quickly left the ring and retreated up the ramp with his team, the Don Callis Family.

They just helped him win and Hook was pissed. Pissed at the fact he let them get away with it. He was ready, he knew they would come out eventually, but he was so focused on Don that he didn't see Hobbs from behind.

After laying on the mat for almost 3 minutes fans cheered for Hook as he slowly got up. He had his classic blank look on his face, but if you looked really deeply into his eyes, you'll see the hurt he's feeling.

Hook walked out the ring and backstage, ignoring the calls of his Dad who left the commentary table. "Hook! Son, come here!" He still ignored him, walking forward to his locker room.

You sat on the couch, mouth open in shock. Hook was just telling you how ready he was to fight more than one person, but he was clearly distracted and that caused him to lose.

The door practically busted open as Hook instantly went to his duffel bag to get some sweats before heading for the shower, but you stopped him with the call of his name. "Hook? He paused as he lifted a shirt, turning to look at you.

"Are you okay? I know you must be feeling very-" You stopped talking when he walked away, closing and locking the bathroom door. You sat back down on the couch and then the sound of the shower coming on made you let out a sigh.

He really was upset.

About 10 minutes later a couple of small knocks hit the door. You got up and opened it, seeing Taz standing there with his signature shades on. "Hey there, kid. You talk to Hook?"

You sadly shook your head at his question. "No. He ignored me and went to the bathroom to wash up." Taz nodded his head, looking near the bathroom door and that's when he saw Hook standing there dressed in some black sweats and a HOOK shirt.

"Aye, you okay? I know title loss can be a hard thing, but you'll get it back. Trust." Hook scoffed under his breath. He didn't want to get it back, he should've never lost it in the first place.

"I'm tired." He uttered out, grabbing his duffel bag and walking out the room, bumping into you and his father. You both watched him as he walked down the hall and through the parking lot door.

Your hands fell on your thighs as you let out a loud breath. "Well, he's tired. I'll see you next week, Taz." You said, giving him a smile and walking to the parking lot.

You went to the car and Hook was already in, sitting in the passenger's seat, his bag already in the backseat. "You got everything?" You asked as you started the car. You got nothing, but silence.

“Alright, I guess so." You muttered to yourself, pulling out and getting on the road.

The whole 20 minute drive was sort of awkward. Every time you tried to talk to him you would get a silent response or even a side eye.

You would say, 'Okay' or. 'Anyways' to break off the awkward silence, but it didn't work. There was no music being played, not talking, not even a touch, just the sounds of the outside world.

It would've been peaceful if the tension wasn't so thick.

-

23 minutes later, you were pulling into the driveway of your shared house. Instead of going to a hotel and having to get up to drive home, you decided to come home to save sleep time, gas, and your time.

Hook opened the door and grabbed his bags and made a b-like for the bedroom. You sighed and got out of the car. This was gonna be a long night.

A long night it was. Hook didn’t say ‘goodnight,’ he didn’t give you a kiss, nor did he cuddle you to sleep like he always does. You felt empty. Lonely without his touch and that’s how it went on for the rest of the week.

Before you could wake up Hook was already out of bed and into the gym. You know why he’s up so early, but sometimes you want him to still stay in bed with you, hold you for a while, but he’s so focused on getting that belt back that it’s taking over his mind.

This morning was like no other. You were in the kitchen, making your cup of coffee when the sound of the front door opened. You looked and saw Hook walking in, sweaty, his shorts clinging onto his legs.

“Oh, good thing you’re here, the sink has been acting up since last night. I think something’s wrong.” You announced your worries, but Hook ignored you as he kept walking to the bedroom

“Hook.” You called, following him.

You forgot about the sink issue and when you went to use it this morning water sprayed EVERYWHERE, and you were pissed. That’s when you knew it needed to be fixed.

“Hook. I’m talking to you!” You called once more as he reached the bathroom. “Stop ignoring me!” You said and Hook quickly whipped around. “Shut up and get out my face.”

You felt your body freeze as he said that. The way he sounded. He’s never sounded this rude before and especially not to you.

Before you could have time to process what he said, the door was harshly slammed in your face, making you jump.

You could feel your eyes water up, but you quickly wiped your eyes, quickly searching for a hoodie and sweatpants before rushing out the door, car keys in hand.

You slammed the door and hopped into your car before driving off to your friends house.

You couldn’t believe he raised his voice after you.

-

After 3 hours of staying away from home you decided to come back. It was now in the afternoon and you opened the door. The house was cold and quiet. Hook wasn’t here. He must’ve walked somewhere.

You turned on the heat and went to the kitchen to find something to make for dinner. You smiled when you thought of a recipe and got to work, pulling out the ingredients.

Soft music played in the kitchen as you were in the middle of cutting up peppers, and then the door opened.

This time, you didn’t acknowledge that he was here, you just continued to stare at the bell peppers and cutting board.

You could hear the sound of his footsteps getting closer over the music and in your peripheral vision, see his black hoodie moving closer to you.

A second of silence passed and then you felt his arms wrapping around your waist. You froze mid-cut, letting him pull you into his chest. His head nuzzled in the nape of your neck, him breathing in your comforting scent.

You didn’t want to give into his touch, still mad at him, but you couldn’t resist. You melted into him, dropping the knife and pepper, head leaning back. You both just stood there, eyes closed, taking in this peaceful moment with the soft music contributing.

Y’all swayed side to side for 5 minutes before pulling away. You turned around seeing his face. He looked exhausted.

“I’m sorry.” He said. The first words he’s actually said to you in days. “No, I’m sorry. You just wanted to take a shower and I kept nagging and I-'' Hook shushed you, putting a finger over your mouth.

“Why’re you apologizing? I’m the one who yelled at you, I’m the one who slammed a door in your face, I’m the one who’s been mean and neglectful to you all week, all because I lost a stupid belt. I should be the one apologizing to you.”

You smiled at his confession, hugging him again. “It’s okay, just please don’t act like this again. You don’t need the FTW belt, I think you should go for something bigger, better y’know?” Even though you couldn’t see him, he nodded his head, agreeing with you.

He held you very tightly to his chest. You tried to pull back to continue cooking, but it was clear that he didn’t want to let go. “In need for a hug or something?” You teased him slightly. Hook muttered something and pushed your head farther into his chest.

Dinner could wait.

For now, you two stood there, hugging it out while a song by Lana Del Rey began to play.

#hook aew #aew hook #hook aew imagine #aew hook imagine #aew hook x reader #730 hook #aew fluff #wrestling fluff

[ferretwhomst]

Holy Shit I Just Realized Something (toh finale spoilers and Badly Structured, Massively Long Rant up ahead)

when we first meet willow in early s1, she's in the abomination track and as we all know she is Struggling. abomination magic just doesn't come as naturally to her as plant magic, which is fine, but it isn't being addressed by the school.

soon enough she gets switched over to the plant track as she wishes- i don't remember the exact details of the episode, it's been a little while, but iirc principal bump shows up after willow covers the entire inside of the school in vines and basically goes "no, i'm not punishing you, instead i'm switching you to the plant track because you're clearly more skilled at this type of magic."

which none of us really thought about, right?? maybe some of us were like "hm, that was a bit abrupt" but we didn't think too much of it because we didn't have much of an idea of bump's character yet.

not much later, it's revealed that bump himself is a part of the abomination coven. (it's not exactly Discussed but his sigil is visible in some shots, like this one.) he is bound by sigil to be restricted to abomination magic and nothing else.

one slightly less relevant detail that i find interesting is how he doesn't Look like an abomination coven member, and so he seems a lot less invested in his status as an abomination witch. now you may be thinking: ferret, that's a moot point because 1. not every magic user is going to have their preferred type of magic/coven/track whatever implemented into their design and 2. princy b wears his Principal Robes every time we see him up until the finale, so it would be difficult to implement those details into his design anyway.

now, that second point is actually, uh. Fair. but as for the first point, allow me to explain

here are two prominent abomination coven members, darius deamonne and alador blight

both of them are pretty obviously abomination coven members right off the bat. darius, being a coven head, has a Shit ton of purple in his design to indicate this (and that's not even including his hair). with alador, this is toned down, but it's still obvious by the permanent abomination goo stains on his coat (and also by the fact that he apparently doesn't wash his hands after working on the abomatons /lhj). these two are specialists, in different ways, of course, but ultimately their skills lie in abomination magic, and neither of them have expressed a wish to try other types of magic at this point.

but here's the thing. as far as i can tell, bump is Not a specialist. while he is a skilled abomination witch, we rarely see him make use of the fact except for during fight scenes- he doesn't seem very invested in it. plus, when we see him during the epilogue, he's enjoying a new hobby, which is...

...plant care, much like willow! :)

(side note i love the holes in his hat for frewin's horns)

now, of course you could interpret this as bump simply discovering a New hobby between where wad left off & the epilogue. but to me, this says that all this time he was held back from his passion for plant care for multiple reasons, for example his job as the principal of hexside definitely put a strain on him in terms of how much time he could spend doing things for himself. but now that he's retired, and the coven system has been dismantled, he can spend more time doing things that bring him joy, just like many others in the epilogue.

this means that when he saw what willow was capable of back in s1, and transferred her to the plant track, he was really saying "i see you're struggling, and i won't let you go through what i went through by forcing you to go down a path that isn't yours." and god he means so much to me for that.

anyways end of rant, if you're here reading this i sincerely congratulate you for getting this far without passing away . i am very unnormal about hieronymus bump and it shows.

(also, PLSPLSLSS reblog this if you agree i spent like an hour here sitting here typing this all up on my phone at 1am AHDKDJFJE)

#toh #the owl house #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers #toh speculation #principal bump #principal bump toh #hieronymus bump #willow park #willow toh #alador blight #alador toh #darius deamonne #darius toh #only mentioned them briefly but why not tag them as well #anyways i love bump more than i can begin to express #ferret rambles #sorry this is mostly incoherent but tbf on me its past 1am on a school night and ive been sitting here brainrotting for over an hour

[houseofbrat]

So, what’s your honest opinion of the full #picturegate drama?

I’ve seen many people believing that KP used The PoW as scapegoat and she doesn’t did the photoshop. But what are your thoughts? In case some are correct, why do you think they are blaming Kate? Why not blame the ‘real’ responsible (some suggested it’s her staff)

As we have discussed, their PR team is awful, but this new nonsense takes the cake

The situation leading up to the "photo kill" I've already described here:

That basically summarizes the situation leading up to the photo and its very public dismissal.

2. One of the other problems is the staff they have working for them. Clearly the KP communications department is not up to par. It should have been the communications head/chief taking the blame for this instead of Kate. Instead, he thought that a statement from Kate would quell the drama, when all it did was pour more gasoline on the fire.

So Kate can take the blame for the photo but couldn't make any comments about any messages she received from well wishers in the previous weeks? WTF?!

But then there's KP spokesperson giving statements to People magazine today!

A palace insider downplayed the PR crisis, telling PEOPLE exclusively that although the situation is a "bump in the road, it's not an earthquake." "[Kate] has apologized and graciously so," the insider says. "She has done something that 99% of us do — and we don’t have the scrutiny that they do." "Think of the level of scrutiny of pictures of her, as people pore over them," the insider continues. "You’re always on display and always got to be perfect." The insider adds, "She might be a member of the royal family, but she’s also a human being. If you've just had an operation, you want to look your best with the first photograph that’s published for the outside world."

I'm sorry but why is this person still in the employ of Kensington Palace and why are they speaking to People magazine? "We don't have the scrutiny that they do." FUCKING DUH!! That's why all sorts of people who don't pay attention to the BRF are like, "What the actual fuck is going on over there right now???"

So the KP comms people are continuing to dig the hole they are in. They haven't stopped digging and are unlikely to do so as long as they are calling up People magazine to give them exclusives on their professional fuckups!

3. Guess who hired and continues to employ the professional fuckup?

William!

William is an emotionally damaged, thin skinned, control freak with a privacy fetish. And William found his perfect YES MAN to accede to his control freak nature and his unhealthy demand for privacy with Lee Thompson.

YES MAN + Control Freak - connection to reality = the mess we have today

And the mess we have today continues to roll on. And will continue to roll on. Just as it has since he was hired in 2022...

There was the fuckup at Boston in 2022 when William issued a statement throwing his godmother under the bus when all he had to say was "This is an issue for Buckingham Palace." Except he didn't.

There was the bizarre photo op of Andrew being driven to church by William last August (2023), when everyone with a working, long-term memory knows that William has never kowtowed to his father.

Kate's stretch of wearing thirteen pantsuits in a row, 'cause she was all about "the work." Somehow, she didn't go on a crusade about wearing pantsuits when she was only The Duchess of Cambridge.

Announcing Kate had "planned abdominal surgery" the day after said planned abdominal surgery. If it was "planned," then wouldn't they have said something at least the day of rather than the day after?

Then there's the timeline of fuckery that's happened from Christmas until 09 March 2024 that I collated before The 2024 Mother's Day Photo Disaster.

And it's going to keep going on and on because the root of the problem is William!

4. Then there's The Princess of Wales, aka Kate or Catherine. She is the woman with likely more sense than either Lee or William put together. Do those two fuckups listen to her? Doubtful. Did they listen to any concerns or feedback she gave these two last summer? Or fall/autumn? Also doubtful.

So there's a woman who is a globally known public figure that does not have an easy way out of the mess the two men created, and also she may share some of the blame for decisions made last summer and fall?

And it's a very depressing situation being trapped with a husband who won't listen to you and takes you for granted, yet your husband will listen to the YES MAN at his employ. Because the husband is a emotionally damaged, thin skinned, control freak with a privacy fetish.

A very depressing situation when she knows that her reputation of twenty plus years in the public eye is about to go down the drain as a result of the choices these two men have made. (And no, I'm not talking about the Mother's Day photo.) Gee, what kind of situation could that lead to over the holidays?

5. Then you have Charles, Camilla, and the officials working at Buckingham Palace.

They know about all the communications problems taking place at KP since last summer. Oh, they know. BELIEVE ME. They know.

Charles is someone who believes people should learn from their mistakes and isn't going to interfere in his sons' lives and mistakes. Charles resented his parents interfering in his dating life long before he ever dated or married Diana. (Sabrina Guinness, anyone?) He also resented them interfering in his marriage to Diana.

Basically, Charles won't do what one of my friends from college did: write about her college roommate's pregnancy and due date in a Christmas letter. Yup. Charles isn't that man.

So, yes, BP's communication and pr about Charles's BPH treatment and cancer treatment veers toward being over the top. They have been very transparent with the press for a reason. They know there is a metaphorical nuclear bomb about to go off due to KP's lack of transparency and accountability to the UK public. The monarchy cannot be seen as complicit in it. It is KP's problem. Always has been a KP problem.

This is why Queen Camilla made so many visits to the front entrance of The London Clinic. Transparency. Proper communication with the UK public. The public can trust that The Crown is being honest with them. Kensington Palace clearly not so much.

It's why King Charles has been photographed doing mundane things such as greeting cards and going to church.

And yes, BP communications team is undoubtedly shading the KP comms team when King Charles got photographed in a car at Windsor last week, four days after Kate's pap shot with her mother.

So yeah, we're about to get the biggest scandal since the 90s when Diana died or the War of the Waleses. Pick your throwback reference. Get your popcorn. Because it is going to be that bad.

And the reputations of Will & Kate will never be the same.

Ever.

#ask #my gif #media #fleet street #PR fail #fail! #kensington palace #palace officials #William The Prince of OWN GOALS #William The Weak #William The Terrible #prince william #William The Prince of Wales #british royal family #kate middleton #Catherine The Princess of Wales #reddit #magazines #the disgusting one doesn't get his name in a tag #clothes #clothing #fashion #Wales fandom ARMAGEDDON #buckingham palace #King Charles III #queen camilla

[milobyelo]

Maverick is the greatest Dad (disregarding that one mistake) not only to Bradley -who he officially adopted when the other turned 16 and Carole Bradshaw passed away in a bright San Diego Hospital room- but to his unofficially adopted Dagger kids. Jake had even given him a Father’s Day card last June which is proudly hung up on his kitchen fridge.

But for as much as he loves his kids there’s 12 of them and he’s not had too great a memory since the great head bump accident of ‘89.

Aka Maverick calling his kids the wrong name for 5 minutes

-

“Jake pass me the salt it’s in the storage cabinet”

Javy “Coyote” Machado who had been leaning against the door way for the kitchen while he watched Maverick try and replicate one of his moms dishes- because he was feeling home sick and the older man confidently told him he could replicate it if he had the recipe- simply raised an eyebrow at the mistake.

“I hope you know my name isn’t Jake at this point in our relationship because if not it’s a little concerning”

Maverick just groaned as he leaned his head back before looking at him expectedly

“You know what I meant Javy just go get the god damn salt”

-

Maverick for as little as he knows about football, hosts Sunday football every season because he once caught Jake sulking on the ship because Sunday football started that Sunday and the ship didn’t have a stable internet connection so he had to miss it and since then his kids come and get drunk every Sunday at his house.

All of them were scattered amongst his living room (which used to only have one couch and an arm chair for Ice but has since been reorganized to fit 3 for his many long legged kids) watching some program Bradley had wanted to watch.

Said son was still holding onto the remote and as much as he loved him the game started in 5 minutes and Jake was fidgeting in anxiousness because of the possibility of maybe missing the game for some weird nature show about birds.

“Brigham- no shit, Billy fuck, Bob- BRADLEY”

4 heads turned his way confused at hearing their names and he just sighed annoyed he had to go through 3 different kids before getting to the one he need to talk to

“Damn it Bradley please pass the remote”

His legal son just chuckled before tossing him the remote and letting him change the channel, having been called too many wrong names to count at this point that he was very used to this name game.

Whatever it’s not his fault there are 4 different kids with a name that starts with ‘B’

-

“Natasha I swear to god I do not need glasses you guys are exaggerating, how could I have flown for 30 years if I needed glasses”

His daughter was currently driving him to her optometrist for an eye exam cause she swears that he needs glasses after bumping into his furniture a few too many times to count

“First of all my name is Callie, second of all bob has glasses and can go airborne, and third aging fucks up your eyesight gradually I’m sure you can see fine enough but it’s clearly getting worse and at this point you’d be a danger in the air so shut up and sit back you’re making me panic by leaning forward in the seat like that you child”

If maverick had leaned back and pouted at being scolded by someone half his age and then scowling for accidentally proving her point than that’s between him Callie and god so mind your business Ice I can already hear your loud cackle from up there.

-

Next time it happened may have been the most disastrous time yet because they were currently playing dogfight football and calling the wrong name to catch or pass a ball to him was just asking for a disaster.

“Hey bob, ball!”

His brain did not in fact process that Bob had been 5 feet away from him and looked over in confusion as Jake who was his intended target was still facing the other way when he threw the pass and hit the Blonde square in the back of the head.

The newly injured blonde just looked around pissed while rubbing the back of his head, “Ow what the hell who hit me!”

He watched as 10 other hands pointed in his direction and in a panic pointed at Bradley who had been very offended at the false accusation

When Jake flipped him off he just rubbed his neck and apologized before they resumed the game and not 5 minutes later then hit Bob in the chest when he accidentally called out for Jake, whoops.

-

You would think this was only a verbal issue but unfortunately it turns out he still types in and calls the wrong name in his phone.

Last night he had walked into Bradley’s house hoping to talk to him about organizing thanksgiving when he had found a shirtless Jake Seresin in his son’s lap on the couch and kissing him so passionately that when they pulled away at the sound of the front door opening he saw one sliver of spit connecting their mouths before he backed straight out the door and decided it could wait for the morning

The issue however is that Maverick decided he would be a sensible adult and be mature enough to call Jake and have a proper discussion about him and Bradley, but accidentally typed and clicked on Harvards contact instead of Hangman’s

The man groggily picked up after 4 rings having clearly been woken up by the incoming call from his superior officer, “Hello sir d’ya need something”

“Listen son I like you a lot and I would do anything for the sake of your happiness but last night I saw you and Bradley kissing half naked on his couch and not to assume your relationship with him but I have many questions most importantly what intentions do you have with my son”

The blonde didn’t say anything for a couple seconds but he could hear shuffling so he knew the other was still on the phone

“Sir I did not have sexual relations with that man I would never do that to Jake, are you sure you’re calling the right person”

Only then after hearing his kids clear voice and not the jumbled half asleep croak it was a minute ago does he look down at his phone screen and see ‘Harvard’ written there and a picture of him smiling wide in a birthday hat and cake splattered over his face from his birthday

“Well it appears I have called the wrong kid my apologies Logan I’ll leave you back to your sleep”

“Yeah okay bye”

-

Okay so sure he messed up their names a lot but in the end of the day he loved his kids and they just accepted that this was another one of his long list of quirks they just have to come to accept and love, because for all his faults that’s their dad and they love him.

#top gun:maverick #top gun #pete maverick mitchell #maverick #dagger squad #rip iceman #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #natasha phoenix trace #bob top gun #harvard #Yale #fritz #callie halo bassett #reuben payback fitch #mickey fanboy garcia #me tagging this is how I realize I forgot to include fanboy and payback in this literally hate it here sorry #mavericks kids #mavdad #no beta #i wrote this in school #i just reread this since I wrote it while half asleep in lecture why are you guys liking this it’s so bad😭 #i have written better please #also this is based on my dad who has 5 kids and I kid you not would always call us the wrong name and like maverick actually has called me #multiple times when he was trying to call my sister #it has coke to my attention Maverick (read: I) still calls Harvard the wrong name at the end ugh I just can not win #I’m not changing it tho cope it’s funnier this way

[spinchip]

NEVER THE DARK

CHAPTER 13

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Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12

!WARNING: refrences to ancient, non graphic child loss!

NO ONE HAS EVER BEEN LOST. // ALL IS TRUTH AND WAY.

“Gravis, Griffin, and I just arrived on scene, Pix.” Skylors voice crackles through her radio, “The civilian reports weren’t exaggerating- there’s a giant, er, slug-like animal here. In fact, ‘giant’ might even be an understatement.” Her girlfriend sounds openly bewildered.

Pix frowns, “Is it hostile?”

“Not on purpose. It keeps picking up cars and uprooting traffic lights, but it doesn't seem aware it’s doing it. It’s just bumping into things and they’re sticking.” Skylor reports, “The trail of slime it’s leaving is smoking, though, but it doesn’t look like it’s eating at the road.”

“Have Gravis move it to a less densely populated area- out of town completely would be best if at all possible.”

“Already on it. I’ll call Warden Nobel and have him bring us another containment cell.”

Skylor was always on the ball in the field, and Pixal was grateful she was by her side, “Thank you, Sky. Can you alert Commissioner McLane to the possible hazardous materials and have him block off the street until we can have Tox examine it?”

“I’ll send speedster over now.”

At Skylors affirmative, Pixal sets her radio to the side and continues looking through her extensive set of videos pulled from all over Ninjago city. She trusted her father had done what he could to get a hit on Dixie with his facial recognition software, but she wanted to be extra certain she couldn’t find the other woman the same way. She’d started with the cameras around the museum in an attempt to find the escape route the other thief had taken after defeating the ninja, but had come up with nothing. Despite having the technology to feed these videos into and get results in a matter of seconds, Pixal chose to go through the cameras with her own eyes. Her pattern and facial recognition was leagues above any of the market value programs, and if anyone was going to catch the woman’s face in the background of a walmart CCTV feed it would be her. The woman was incredibly skilled at avoiding cameras, apparently, because Pixal was coming up with nothing, nothing, and more nothing. She even had video archives open from years and years ago, hoping to comb through them all and find a facial match for her, to at least give her something to go off of. No luck there, either.

The last set of camera feeds on her upper set of screens is current security footage from several different vantage points throughout Ninjago- these weren’t monitoring for the thief. She’d tapped these in order to monitor the streets of Ninjago which were quickly becoming overrun with monsters she’d never seen before. The slug incident today was the latest in a long line of beasts that seemed to just… appear and begin wrecking havoc. The other elemental masters had been up to their ears in emergency situations, evacuations, and damage control. Today, it was a slug, a skittering weevil-like creature that crashed into several storefronts before dying in downtown Ninjago with no warning, and a flock of birds with bony protrusions on their back and acid spit. The past week has been much the same.

It was sheer good luck that Kryptarium prisons' deeper, more fortified cells were able to contain these animals.

As Pixal flicks through the camera feeds, there’s a familiar chime from her phone. She snatches it up and punches the answer button before the second ring, “Ronin.” She greets briskly, keeping her eyes on the screen as she leans back and crosses her arms.

“You called?” He drawls through the phone, and she can clearly envision him leaned back with his feet propped upon his desk. The very picture of relaxed.

“I need you in Ninjago yesterday. Your expertise is required.” She says immediately, not bothering to beat around the bush.

“Yeah, Yeah, I got your voicemail.” There’s a shuffle on his end, as if he’ sitting up in interest at the topic, “What’s in it for me?”

“You will have a hand in saving Ninjago.” She says flatly. He makes a noncommittal grunt and she barely resists rolling her eyes, “Fine.” She slaps her keyboard and pulls up his criminal record, “You have three unpaid fines here that have put out a warrant for your arrest for- really? Those are huge fines for… illegal parking?”

“I know!”

“Consider them paid off… if you come to Borg tower.” She bargains.

There’s another grunt, this time a winded cough of exertion as he gets to his feet. “What do you need me for anyway?” He grumbles, yawning into the phone.

Pixal slumps a little, “There is a new villain in town- he is working with bounty hunters. I need your help identifying one of the girls working for him.”

“You know not every bounty hunter knows each other, right?”

“I am aware that you and her have spent several years in this profession at the same time.” She says coolly, “If anyone were to know her, it would be you. Will you come?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming to Borg tower. It’ll be a few hours.” She hears the jangle of keys on the other line, “Don’t forget to take care of my fines.”

With one hand, Pixal infiltrates the police database and erases the marks off his criminal record entirely. There was no hint that he’d ever so much as looked at an illegal parking space. It takes ten seconds at most,  “Done.” She says simply, and hangs up the phone.

Another hour of nothing passes by, with a brief update from Skylor about the slug and no further activity on the cameras to be concerned about. She checks her email a few times and shoots Wu another text that he doesn’t respond to- he’d gone out to Misakos current archeological dig site to discuss the gauntlet with her, and was completely off the grid because of it. Or he was ignoring her texts. Pixal has a niggling feeling in the back of her mind that he was hiding something, but there’s no proof other than her gut feeling. She wouldn't start anything over a bad vibe.

She does another useless search for the gauntlet and once again comes up empty- there was nothing about the artifact on the internet or in any digitized academic databases she checked. There were mentions of gauntlets or sets of armor, but nothing that matched up with the powers they’d seen so far. The longer Wu went without checking in, the more certain Pixal became that he’d hit a wall too. All Misakos encyclopedic history knowledge, and even she hadn't heard of this thing… Where were they supposed to go from here?

She’s so lost in thought that the sudden screech of the red panic alarm above her head causes her to launch up out of her chair and to her feet, staggering with the surge of pseudo-adrenaline that floods her processor. She scrambles for her radio and flips it to the correct frequency just in time to hear Dareth's panicked voice shouting from the line, “-taking him to the roof!”

“Dareth! What’s going on?” Pixal demands, reaching out and turning off the alarm with the keypad next to the wall before taking off towards the elevator.

“The thief is back, and she’s stealing your father!” Dareth wails through the radio.

Pixal punches the elevator call button four times in a panic despite the fact the extra pushes won’t will it to get here any faster. This is exactly why she advocated for stairs in the ninja's private penthouse- a project the others continually put off. (“We can just jump out the window and airjitzu down. No big deal!” Well what about if you need to go up!) Stupid! “What?” She demands, squeezing through the elevator doors before they’ve fully opened.

“I’ll explain later- right now you need to get to the roof!” He says urgently, his cartoony voice uncharacteristically serious.

“I am headed that way now. I will meet you there-”

“Sorry, Pix, but you’re on your own here.” His voice comes through with a wince, “I’m down for the count.”

She feels a cold chill sweep over her body, “Are you okay?”

“I’m not dying. Get to the roof, save your father, and we’ll worry about me later.” His voice comes through firm and gentle- there’d been a time where Pixal had written Dareth off as someone she’d always need to protect, but moments like this remind Pixal that Dareth was steady and solid. He’d been training ever since her Father asked him to stay by his side, his skills had grown and he’d become a formidable opponent. It had to have been someone strong to put him down- and he definitely didn't get benched without putting up a fight.

She had to be ready when these doors opened.

“Call Skylor.” She orders, the act of taking control offering her a calm she desperately needed, “She was on her way back to the tower, she can get to you quicker than I can. Do not die.”

“Ten-four, Boss.”

There’s no more time to talk. The elevator doors open up to the roof with a ding! And immediately Pixal is assaulted by whipping wind and the loud roar of helicopter blades slicing the air into pieces. She rushes out onto the tarmac, sprinting straight for the group of people loading her struggling father into the helicopter. Standing out from the black clad ensemble is a shock of bright pink hair. The thief, the woman who took her friends away, looks back at her with a bored, neutral expression. Pixels coolant feels like it’s boiling. The other woman turns towards another member of her crew and says something Pixal can’t hear through all the noise and motions to the sky as if to say shoo!

Then, without a second of hesitation, she spins around and charges at Pixal in return. She’s fast, putting a significant amount of space between Pixal and her father when the two women meet in a clash of fists on the middle of the roof. Pixal has to keep her head on straight, but she can feel her calm, controlled mask rapidly deteriorating each time she catches a glimpse of her father getting strapped into the Helicopters back seat.

He’s looking at her with fear in his eyes, but there’s a calm reassurance there- he knows she won’t get to him in time. It’s okay, Pixal.

A pang of heartbreak bruises her power core. She feels her fighting turn vicious, jabs and punches hitting and hitting hard, until she finally slams the woman face down against the roof. She whips out a set of cuffs from her jumpsuit and slaps them on her wrists- They activate with a hum and Pixal jabs the power button frantically. The cuff link beeps and Pixal slams the woman's wrists down on the rooftop beneath her, the cuffs latching onto the roof and rendering her immobile.

Pixal leaps to her feet and spins around- the helicopter is off the roof, probably has been for a while, and it’s flying across Ninjago faster than Pixal could feasibly catch. She’d have to race down the stairs to the sub basement, gear up, and then give chase- they’d be gone by then. They were already gone.

Her chest feels like it’s caving in. Why? Why can’t she save the people she loves? Why is she always on the sidelines, just a second too late?

Pull yourself together. She takes a deep, shuddering breath just to move air through her circuits. The thick smell of asphalt brings her mind back to the current issue- she turns around to find the thief still cuffed to the roof, her mouth and nose covered with blood and that infuriating bored expression on her face.

A ringing fills Pixal head and she feels disconnected from her body, pushing away her despair so hard she distances herself from her own processor.

Pixal hauls her up and takes her down the stairs to the ninjas level, not caring when she stumbles to keep up with Pixals rapid pace. She can’t care about anything right now. They rarely use the actual interrogation room, but Pixal fishes out the key for it now. On one side is the classic one-way glass and a few metal chairs seated at a metal table securely fastened to the floor. Pixal uncuffs the restrictive suppression bonds and switches them out for classic metal cuffs, weaving the chain through another padlock and chain attached to the table so she doesn’t get any funny ideas. She’s moving on autopilot, clicking locks together with practiced, robotic movements. She has to keep herself together, everyone is relying on her. Once she’s secure, Pixal washes her hands. After that she politely hands her a box of tissues so she can mop up her bloody face and gets her a glass of water and an ice pack.

She doesn’t say anything to the thief, who matches her silence quietly. Pixal observes her behind the one-way glass for several long minutes.

The bubble around her pops, and reality rushes back in. She sucks in a sharp breath and turns away, whipping her radio out and hitting the button frantically, “Dareth?” She questions. No response, “Dareth, status report.”

A long pause.

The radio crackles, “He’s alright, Pix.” Skylor’s voice comes through from Dareths radio, “He’s with the medic now. A few broken bones, but nothing life threatening.”

Pixal closes her eyes and presses the radio to her forehead, relief so deep she can almost feel it in her circuits. “Stay with him, please, and ask him what happened once he is cleared for visitors.” She glances over at the pink haired woman, who looks completely at ease as she balls up a blood soaked tissue and sets it on a clean tissue to avoid getting blood on the table top, “I caught our mystery thief from the museum break in.” Two mismatched eyes glance up and seem to meet Pixals green ones before skating away to look around the empty room, “I’m going to see what I can find out.”

The woman smiles serenely and settles back, unconcerned.

“Good luck. Call me if you need me, okay?”

“I will.”

The room is still deafeningly quiet when Pixal goes back inside. The click of the door closing behind her feels harsh on her audio processor. It’s sterile, with gray floors and white walls and fluorescent lights strung across the ceiling. Pixal sits at one of the available chairs on the other side of the table,  “My name is Pixal borg. I have a few questions for you.”

The woman smiles wider.

“Hello, Miss Borg. Ask whatever you like.”

She spends the next hour asking questions to a brick wall. The thief is listening and attentive to every one of Pixar’s words, but at the end of each question or statement is pointed and resolute silence. She doesn’t rise to any bait Pixal sets out- she doesn’t get angry or scoff when Pixal slips in subtle insults, she doesn’t preen over praise, she doesn’t even look tired or annoyed as the questioning continues on and on. She’s the picture perfect image of poise, and Pixal can’t gain an inch.

Her phone rings at the hour and fifteen minute mark. She answers it with a palpable relief to have something else to do other than fail at questioning her only lead about this kidnapping, “Pixal speaking.” She greets briskly, stepping out of the room and rolling imaginary soreness from her shoulders.

“What’s with all the blood on the roof?” Ronin asks curiously.

Pixal winces- she’d handed out a few good left hooks during their scuffle, “The thief I needed you to identify made an appearance today. I caught her.”

“Damn, did you break her nose or something?”

“Her employer kidnapped my father.” She reveals bluntly.

Ronin sucks a hiss of air through his teeth at that, “…Okay, well, send me up the elevator and I’ll come down.”

Pixal calls the elevator and once it arrives she steps inside and rides it back up to the roof. She’s beginning to hate this thing. She clicks her radio just to be doing something, “Any news, Sky?”

“Dareth is sleeping off anesthesia right now, sorry.”

“Thank you. Ronin has just arrived, I believe he will be able to help.”

“Keep me updated.” Skylor says pointedly.

“I will.” Pixal holsters her radio, staring at the closed doors in front of her. She felt so useless- she couldn’t get a peep out of either of their two leads, she was stuck inside doing futile research while random monsters were running wild through Ninjago, and she couldn’t stop her father from getting kidnapped from right under her nose.

The doors open to Ronin leaning casually against the wall waiting for it. He whistles low, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline, “You look like shit.” Are the first words out of his mouth.

“It has been a rough week.” She says tightly.

“It’s Tuesday.”

“Get in the elevator.”

He obliges and she takes them back down to the Ninjas floor, filing him in on the situation as they ride down. He’s rubbing his scruff in thought as the doors open up and they step out, thinking hard, “There are two possible options I’m thinking of, Maybe Milena or Raven. Both of them color their hair regularly, and they’re sloppy enough to get caught like that.” He muses, “I’ve never heard of a Dixie Samson though, which makes sense if she’s a rookie.”

Pixal heads straight towards the interrogation room, feeling an inkling of dread- part of her is convinced the woman would have vanished in the time it took her to bring Ronin back here. She feels a line of tension leave her shoulders when she walks back inside to see her still sitting there casually on the other side of the glass.

Ronin stops dead in his tracks, “By the first master- You have got to be kidding me.” He groans, reaching up to run a hand down his face. He looks back up at the woman and does a full body wince.

“Do you know her?” Pixal cant help the amused curve of her lips at Ronins dramatics.

“Do I know her…” He grumbles darkly, dragging his feet up to the window, “She’s my ex sister in law.”

Pixals checklist of questions on the woman is immediately derailed in surprise, “You were married?”

“Everyone makes mistakes.” He defends.

“Who would agree to- no, it is not important right now. What can you tell me about her?”

“I can tell you she’s only in those cuffs because she wants to be.” He grimaces, “Her name is Stella and I doubt there's a set of restraints good enough to hold her short of strapping her down like Hannibal Lecter, and I’m skeptical if even that would work. If she’s still here, she has ulterior motives. She wants something from you, or she wants something in this building.”

“She already took everything.” Pixal barely resists baring her teeth. She sighs, “I need to get information from her.”

“Sorry, but you’re out of luck there. I can promise you she won't speak a word of her employer. You couldn’t waterboard info out of her if she doesn’t want to tell you.” He delivers the bad news bluntly.

“So this is another dead end.”

“Not exactly.” Ronin crosses his arms over his chest and leans back against the glass, “Stella isn’t cheap to hire and if we throw in who exactly she’s dealing with- Borg, the ninja, you- that’ll only make this job that much more expensive. So we can confidently narrow down her employer to Ninjagos one percent.” He grins at Pixals shocked expression, “She does damn good work- the best work- but it’ll cost ya. That big paycheck is what ensures her loyalty. As long as her employer is supplementing her bank account, her lips are sealed- even in the face of torture.”

“She’s all about money…” Pixal turns that over in her mind, looking for the piece she needs to unravel Stella's loyalty.

Ronin shrugs, “All mercenaries are, Stella just has the status and reputation to be bought out by the richest of the rich. With that amount of cash backing her up, You wouldn't be able to even threaten anything out of her.”

Pixal holds up her hand, stopping Ronins words as she carefully considers his words. “I don’t need to threaten her.” As if she’d had an epiphany, Pixal immediately takes off around the corner. Ronin ends up scrambling after her, Following her into Stella's interrogation room just barely before the door closes.

Stella looks relaxed and unconcerned, that same bored expression she's always wearing on her face. She’s got her chair kicked back and her feet on the table, her cuffed hands folded over her belly as she observed them come inside. She raises a brow at Ronin and opens her mouth to speak but Pixal beats her to it.

Pixal yanks out a leather wallet from her jumpsuit and grabs a pen from her from breast pocket, “I am aware you will not speak against your employer, and I am also aware he is paying you a lot of money to keep his secrets.” She sits down in front of Stella, slamming her pocket book and pen to the table, “But I’m Pixal fucking Borg.”

She opens the book and pulls out a stack of checks, signing one and sliding it across the table blank, “Are you interested in new employment?”

Heartbeats pass. Ronin is staring at the check so hard Pixals half sure his eyes are about to pop out of his head, but Stella looks as cool and collected as ever. If Pixal had to breathe she’d be holding it, praying that the gamble works. Stella carefully takes each foot off the table and sits up straight, scooting her chair forward and resting her elbows on the table. She studies the check for a long moment before her lips twitch, the scar at the corner of her mouth pulling her lips into a pleased smile.

“I don’t want your money, Pixal Borg.” She gently, strangely respectfully, tears the check in half and slides the pieces across the table towards the two. Ronin makes a sound like a wounded animal at the action.

Pixals heart plummets.

“But there is something I do want.” Stella continues before Pixal can feel the full weight of failure. Stella looks at Pixal with a firm, intense furrow to her brow. “I will tell you everything I know if you do me a favor. I don’t know what or when that will be. This is what I do know: You are the most powerful woman in Ninjago, Pixal Borg, and I want you to owe me.”

“Deal.” Pixal hold out her hand for Stella to shake without a second of hesitation. Her friends, her family, her father- everyone was relying on her, and she needed this information because right now they had nothing.

But as Stella takes her hand in a firm grip, Pixal can’t help but feel like she’s made a deal with the devil.

Sella sits back, bored expression sinking over her features once more, “His name is Broden Voss, the CEO of Voss Technologies.” She gets right down to business. Pixal recognizes the name in flashes of memory- a place card at a table during a charity event, investors threats to take their money elsewhere when her fathers quarterly review is lower than expected, a flash of red hair and a shark-like smile as a towering man shakes her hand at a high brow cocktail party, “He hired me to infiltrate Ninjago Citys Museum of History after his previous hire, Dixie Samson, failed. I was tasked with finding and retrieving a gauntlet forged by one of Voss’s ancestors, a warlord by the name of Utano whose armor had mystical powers. I was paid to do whatever possible to return this gauntlet to him, and as such I used one of the abilities in the gauntlet to send the ninja to another Realm. The only other ability I've seen... I have witnessed Voss change the gauntlet configuration with a thought. Essentially shapeshifting, though I can't be certain how far that particular gift goes.

“Voss’s plan always centered around Cyrus Borg. Ever since Voss Technology was usurped as Ninjagos main technology company by Borg Industries, he’s felt cheated and wronged. Now that he has this powerful artifact, he intends on using it to tear Ninjago apart and rebuild it with Voss tech, installing himself back in the forefront of tech manufacturing,” She pins Pixal with a pointed look, “He’s obsessed with defeating Cyrus Borg- but your father is not in any immediate danger.”

Pixal feels a bit of tension leave her shoulders, “I have time to save him?”

“Voss wants Borg to have a front row seat to the fall of his empire. He wants Cyrus alive to see the rubble of Borg Tower and after that, I don’t know. Now that he has Borg, though, his plan will be entering the final phase. He will use the power of the gauntlet to open portals throughout downtown ninjago- I know several of the locations he’s planning on placing them that I can pass along. He’s targeting centralized, high traffic areas so he can flood the streets with monsters as quickly and effectively as possible. He is aiming for the absolute maximum amount of destruction in every inch of the city.” She steeples her fingers, “Evacuate the city. Now.”

She doesn’t hesitate on this, raising her Borg radio to her mouth, “Sky, I am officially ordering a full evacuation of the city. I will explain everything later, but right now I need you and the others mobilized.” At Skylors confirmation, Pixal turns her attention back to Stella, “Monsters from where, exactly? Where do these portal lead?”

Where did you send my friends?

Stella pauses on this question, aware the answer will not be one Pixal is thrilled to hear, “The Realm of Madness.” She reveals. “What’s going to come through that portal are some of the most terrifying monsters Ninjago has ever seen, and if I’m any good at reading people- and I am the very best- I can tell you that Broden Voss will not be able to control the chaos he creates. If you can’t stop this, it could lead to more destruction than Ninjago has ever seen.”

“Well,” Pixal says tersely, “Maybe I would have a better chance stopping him if the ninja had not been sent to the Realm of madness and unable to help.”

“Yeah, my bad.”

Ronin trails Pixal as she goes back to the computers, sitting down roughly and opening up a new tab to start another bout of research. Now she had a name- Utano, a great warlord. Pixal could work with that. She pauses and glances at Ronin, curiosity picking at her, “Your sister in law, eh?”

He lets out a put upon sigh and crosses his arms, “Ex sister in law, I’ll remind you.”

“Who became a bounty hunter first?”

“...She was,” He admits grudgingly, “She’s been in the game longer than most.”

Pixal frowns, “I went through countless security feeds and crime reports- That long and she hasn’t gotten caught on camera anywhere? Not even during a trip to the grocery store?”

“Oh, she definitely has. You just don’t know where to look.” He sits down next to her, “She changes her appearance just as seamlessly as Chamille- hair dye, prosthetics, contacts… her eyes aren’t actually blue and brown, you know. She’s evaded any and all facial recognition with clever makeup and smoke-and-mirror tricks.” Pixal opens her mouth, “-And no, I am not going to tell you what to look for. Even if I wasn't a fellow mercenary following the mercenary code, Stella is not an enemy anyone wants to have.”

“Okay.” Pixal relents, “Do you know what this favor could be?”

“No clue.” He shrugs and peeks over her shoulder, “You looking up that warlord guy?”

“Girl.” Pixal corrects as she scans over the basic wikipedia page she’d pulled up. There was… little here, “No parents listed, no spouse. She had one child later in life, but there is no information on them, Not even a name. She was married to a powerful lord in her twenties, but he died a year after they wed. She rose to power through extremist political lobbying and strategic battles with her personal militia until she had conquered over half of ninjago.”

Ronin quirks a brow, “No mention of her magic armor?”

“None here. All it says is she was killed by the elemental masters of creation during her final battle.” Pixal goes back to her original search, “But that was just wikipedia, I’m sure there’s more information somewhere.”

Spoiler alert: There was not more information anywhere.

Pixal scours the internet, following dead end academic papers and documentaries- she even got desperate and checked reddit, of all places. Even after using her status to get into parts of the internet usually barred from the general public, she still came up with nothing. “There are scrolls referenced in all of these papers, but I cannot find the scrolls. They were never digitalized, and apparently no one knows where they went.” She sits back roughly, pushing herself away from the monitor so she doesn’t have to look at it anymore.

Ronin startles awake where he’d fallen asleep on the couch after he got bored, peeking up at her over the arm of it, “Maybe Stella is lying about Utano.”

It’s at that moment that the elevator door dings open and Misako comes striding out with Wu trailing slowly behind her. She’s dressed in thick pants and a button up covered in a thin layer of sand and dirt, her hair much the same in its bun sitting on top of her head, “Did I hear you say Utano?” She asks, shrugging off her satchel and tossing it aside with a cloud of dust, “I came straight from the dig site once Wu informed me of the situation. If you already know about Utano, then we’re on the right track.”

“Misako!” Pixal stands with a smile, moving to hug the woman, “It is good to see you. We know the name, but there’s not much else on the internet to go off of.” She admits.

“I know.” Misako says with a wince, “When Wu told me about the gauntlet, I had a feeling I knew what it was. The scrolls that had any record of Utano were all under the Explorers Club’s lock and key- When I called Cecil and asked about them, he confessed that several artifacts in the clubs collection went missing the day they were all transferred to the museum's custody, apparently lost in the shuffle.”

Pixal feels her expression darken, “He is saying the explorers club lost artifacts? I find that difficult to believe.”

“I looked into it on the way here. Underhill sticks out as the most suspicious- he took off to the other side of the country and bought himself a nice, expensive house on the beach, but the rest of the club members all seem to have come into some money with similar luxury purchases as well.” Misako confirms grimly. “That doesn’t matter right now. What do you know about Utano?”

Pixal relays all the information Stella had told them and what little else she’d gleaned from the internet. Misako nods thoughtfully, “Her reign over Ninjago started hundreds and hundreds of years ago, before we were even aware the sixteen realms existed- She was part of Ninjago and the Cloud Kingdom, a parent from either realm. We refer to her armor in modern times as the Allied Armor of Azure, said to call on different realms to aid its wearer, and scholars presume she received a gift from her Cloud Kingdom parent that allowed this type of enchantment. The only pieces that were meant to survive the armor's destruction were the Helmet that we passed on to the Cloud Kingdom, and the chest plate, which we studied.”

“Is there a way to neutralize its abilities?”

“If there was a way, it would be in the stolen scrolls. As I see it, there is none.” Misako says apologetically, wincing. “Even the Elemental Masters were not able to defeat her at her most powerful.”

Pixal frowns, “The elemental masters did defeat her.”

There’s a pause, “Yes… they did, but it… wasn’t a fair fight.”

“What does that mean?” Ronin pipes up, “Did they get her while she was sleeping or something?”

Misako sighs, “You said you read she had one child, yes?” Pixal nods and Misako shakes her head, “She had three. We have private scrolls written by Utano detailing her three children and how much she loved them. The Elemental Masters of the time made a decision. They needed leverage- They needed bargaining chips. Only one child survived, and Utano was defeated.”

a heartbeat passes.

Pixal swallows down her horror, “The only way they stopped her was by going after something she cared about.”

“And from what Stella is saying, it sounds like Broden Voss doesn’t care about anything-” Ronin snorts, “Except maybe killing your dad.”

“You are not helpful.” Pixal snaps immediately.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have any good news.” Misako bows her head.

“Thank you for coming, Misako, but this has been a huge waste of time.” Pixal says bitterly, turning away.

Misako doesn’t flinch at the words, knowing what stress Pixal must be under. She almost doesn’t want to say what she needs to say next. She takes a step forward and opens her mouth anyway, “I didn’t come here to tell you about Utano. Wu could have passed along that message for me.” She says softly.

Pixal looks back at her with a questioning frown, “What did you come here for?” She asks.

Misako steps to the side so Wu is standing in front of Pixal now. He looks miserable and ashamed, staring down at the floor, “I came to make sure he told you.”

Pixal feels a lightning flash of alarm go through her, “Told me what?” she swallows roughly. From where he’s laying on the couch, Ronin sits up in curiosity. There’s a pregnant pause, “I do not have time for this.” She says sharply, refusing to let her voice shake. She turns back to the computers, moving away from them. The tension in the room feels different and wrong- She doesn’t want him to say anything.

“It’s about Zane.” Wu manages to whisper, still looking at the floor.

Pixal freezes in her tracks. Her core seems to tighten painfully, icy fingers wrapping around her insides and tangling her carefully sorted wiring into knots. She slowly spins on her heel to face him again, “What about him?” She asks carefully. The question is laced with grief.

He’s going to break her heart.

Misako makes a go on gesture with her head that Wu sees out of the corner of his eye. He takes another moment to build up his nerve and looks up, meeting Pixal eye for the first time since he’d walked through that door, “Three years ago-'' He begins.

“Master Wu, I don’t need a recap,” She says tightly.

“Three years ago,” He presses on, “After we caught Aspheera, I went to see her in Kryptarium. There were questions I needed answered. When I saw her, I asked why she chose to kill him when I was the one-” He swallows and pauses for a moment, “She told me he was not dead.”

Pixal stares at him, “She did not kill him?”

Wu takes a tentative step forward, “No, she merely banished him… To the Never Realm, a realm impossible to return from.”

“He is… alive?” She breathes softly, shock rendering her dumb for several long moments. Joy and hope bubbles up her chest, “Zane is alive. We can bring him home. We just need to figure out a way to get back to Ninjago- there has to be some way to make it back.”

“Pixal…” Misako’s voice is heavy with sadness.

“Why did you keep this from us, Master Wu?” She’s trying to be angry, but the happiness spreading through her fights the frown on her face, “We could have figured it out together, all of us, and brought him home!”

Wu looks at her with wet, sorrowful eyes. Pixels smile dims.

“There is a way back from the Never Realm,” He says gravely, “The fruit of the travelers tree, high in the mountains.” Her circuits tie themselves together, she can tell another shoe is about to drop, “I discovered it three years ago, when I traveled to the Never Realm to get him.”

She’s not smiling anymore. The room is silent. The glow from the computer monitors illuminates Wu’s robe in pale blue light. It’s so, so quiet.

Her voice is steady, “Why is he not home?”

“Pixal…” He begins.

“Do not patronize me!” She shouts, tears springing to her eyes, “Why tell me this? Why bring up the past and get my hopes up just to crush them again? I have already accepted that he is dead, I did not need you to yank my feelings around like-”

“He’s not dead.” Wu cuts in, and Pixal stops mid-rant, her hands loosening from the fists she’d balled them into.

“I do not understand.” She says blankly, slumping into herself. She tries to put the pieces together, to fit the tragedy into a story that makes sense in the absence of an explaination, “He�� chose to stay there?”

“No,” Wu says sadly, and then proceeds to tell her about the worst moment of his life. He tells her about coming to a land unnaturally cold and barren, snow drifts and ice that suffocated the crops and froze people whole. He tells her about the handful of towns still alive who lived under constant fear of their supernaturally powerful emperor, a man who controlled every snowflake in the land. He tells her about making the trek across the mountain and stumbling upon a species of beast hunted to near extinction by the Emperor's samurai, and finding the travelers tree. He tells her about finally coming upon the palace gates, through the Emperor's throne room doors, and who he’d found sitting atop the dais.

“It was Zane, his body, but the man we know and loved was gone.” He tells her, voice thick with pain, “He was violent and angry, and passive to the struggle and pain of others. He did not respond to my voice, he did not react to reminders of who he once was, and he did not hesitate to attempt to strike me down.”

Pixal is silent, leaning against the communications console as if her legs had no strength. She says nothing, face twisted up in aching raw grief and sadness.

“Zane… I believe he was gone, truly. He would have been horrified at what he’d become… You must understand, I did what I did to respect the man I loved as my own son.”

“What did you do?” Pixals voice cracks.

“I could not kill him,” Wu closes his eyes, “I used the fruit of the travelers tree to open a portal to the Realm of Madness… where I banished the Ice Emperor, and freed the Never Realm from his grasp.”

She bows her head, hiding her face in shadows.

“I told you all of that to tell you this… the longer the Ninja haven't returned, the more I fear there is something… or someone keeping them there. They should have made it to the Mountain of madness by now. I have the utmost faith in them, but not only am I afraid of what they might find there, I am afraid of what- or who- may find them. The Ice Emperor was a formidable foe-”

“Stop talking.” Pixal interrupts him icily, voice hard as steel.

He goes silent, staring at her.

“Master Wu… for all of your age… for every ounce of wisdom you have… you are still one of the most foolish people I have ever met.” She looks up at him and her eyes burn, hot pinpricks of fire and pain and rage. “You should have dragged him home. We would have helped him- we would have helped him! We could have saved him-! And- and you better hope the ninja run into him, and do what you failed to do and bring him back to Ninjago- or else when this blows over I am dragging you to the Realm of Madness myself and we are combing every inch of that realm until we find him ourselves!”

He shrinks with shame and guilt under her ire as she advances upon him, rage making her fans kick into high gear, “You knew he was there, you knew the- the Ice Emperor was in the Realm of Madness and you knew he could have posed a serious threat to the ninja, yet you told me they would be okay! That there was nothing to worry about! And now- I cannot go after them! I have to stay here and protect Ninjago, I cannot leave these innocent people behind like I could have a few days ago when my friends first vanished-!” She chokes on a sob, swiping hot tears out of her eyes.

“Pixal, I didn't know-" He looks gutted, "… I’m so sorry-” He starts, reaching out, but she takes a step away from him and bares her teeth.

“Do not-” She snaps, jerking a hand down to keep him away from her, “-Apologize to me. Apologize to Zane when we get him back, apologize to the ninja for keeping this from them, and then never speak to me again. That’s the only thing you can do for me, Master Wu. We’ll work together now because the city needs everyone it can get, but after that... “ She shakes her head, condemnation in her eyes.

He nods, cowed, “If that is what you want… I understand.”

She takes a deep breath, centers herself, and picks up the communicator again. She needs to talk to Skylor, Her face is grim as she raises it to her lips.

“Pixal?” He hesitantly says, before she can speak, “What are we going to do about the ninja?”

“We are going to trust they can make it home,” She says, “And we are going to do our best to make sure there is still a home to come back to.”

The first thing Cyrus smells is the thick scent of designer perfume- he was born into money, raised in the lap of luxury, expensive colognes have always been a part of his life. With the blindfold wrapped around his eyes, the smell becomes stronger and sharper. He narrows the other occupant in the room to a handful of other high society socialites. If he were in the upscale, posh parfumerie in downtown Ninjago he could appreciate the sweet earthy scent of tahitian vanilla, ylang-ylang, rosa centerfoils, italian cinnamon, jasmine, osiris root, and rose oil. An expensive bottle worn only for special occasions- he might even recognize it. As a recently kidnapped prisoner trying to figure out how to untie his wrists from the railings on his wheelchair, some of the intricacies of the scent are lost on him.

“You’ll won’t get away with this.” It feels cliche the moment it comes out of his mouth, but he can’t help but break the silence. The other person in the room is just… staring at him. Cyrus can feel the satisfied, smug gaze weighing on his shoulders. He knows he’s being watched.

“Yes, I will.” The voice is deep and smooth, effortlessly confident.

He doesn’t know what to say.

Shifting sounds in front of him, then the soft click of a wooden box closing. The sharp flick of a lighter. The smell of burning tobacco and whiskey seeps into the air.

“Would you like a cigar, Cyrus?”

“I never acquired a taste for them.” He responds stiffly. He knows that voice, doesn’t he? From where?

“Oh, I’m sure you’d like these if you tried it. Two thousand dollars, retail.” He pauses to taste the smoke, probably. Cyrus can’t see him to tell, “Could I offer you a drink, then? What’s a man of your status’s drink of choice?” He humms in thought, gravely and low, and taps his fingers on a table (desk?) in front of him. It’s more for show than any actual thinking, “Louis XIII cognac? Chateau Cheval Blanc, 1947? Or maybe you go for something a bit pricier, hm? D’Amalfi Limoncello Supreme?”

“I’m not thirsty.” 

“I recommend the cognac, personally. It’s a celebration, after all.”

The hair raises on the back of Cyrus’s neck, “A celebration of what?”

“My victory, of course.” He laughs like that was a silly question, “I won.”

Swallowing thickly, Cyrus tries again to wiggle his wrists out from his bindings. “The ninja-”

“-are gone.” The man responds and Cyrus freezes. The voice was no longer across the room, but right in front of him. He’d move silently across the floor, crouching down to speak directly to Cyrus, “The ninja are gone. No one will be able to save you.”

He leans in, his breath hot on the shell of Cyrus’s ear, “I suggest you have a glass, Cyrus. It will be the last drink you ever have.” He promises.

Cyrus jerks back and slams his head forward before he can think about it. There’s a sharp crack and something warm and wet splatters on his cheek. The man swears loudly and he can hear him stumble away.

“You son of a-” He snarls, smooth confidence immediately bleeding into red hot rage.

“That- ow- Well, that hurts.” Cyrus winced, head pounding.

“I am going to enjoy destroying you!” His voice is thick with hatred.

Cyrus doesn’t know what to think. Who are you?

His wheelchair is kicked roughly and he tips over. He falls hard and he could have braced himself and been just fine if not for the edge of a coffee table sitting perfectly at concussion height.

The world turns black.

#ninjago #ninjago never the dark #ninjago au #mentioned death #pixal borg #skylor chen #ronin ninjago #wu ninjago #misako montgomery garmadon #ninjago dareth #dareth ninjago #ninjago oc broden voss #spinchip fic #ns11

[moralesmilesanhour]

AND ANOTHER THING! Going off of my tags on my previous post, outside of me just thinking they're cute I also feel like flowerbyte works better for me purely on a narrative level. One of my biggest pet peeves esp for action movies is when the romantic subplot takes over like half the story without proper development. It doesn't matter WHO it is or how much I like the characters individually I will literally fast forward through every romantic scene if it feels shoehorned in. It makes it so tedious you don't even understand. (Haterism ahead. Well not really 'hate' just mild irritation really. this is looong):

So let's look at Gwen and Miles' relationsip. We start ITSV with Miles basically having a one-sided crush on Gwen. By the end of the film they had just agreed to be friends and have known each other for maybe like a week tops, and *maybe* Gwen reciprocates but it's not extremely clear. Whatever occurs between them in between ITSV and ATSV, we don't see (it's implied that they haven't even seen each other at all for obvious reasons so. oof).

But then we jump into ATSV, and suddenly they're swinging into the sunset talking about how they're "the same"...? Besties. Friends. Niece and nephew. Neither of you know each other dfghjkl

Then the wholeee rest of their scenes together is just the film trying desperately convince us through the music, framing, and even other characters' dialogue that there is romantic (notice how i specify ROMANTIC) tension between these two kids that is just so thick you could cut through it with a butter knife. I'm sorry, but is this tension in the room with us right now...? But okay movie.

Now, compare that to the scene in ATSV where Miles and Margo first bump into each other. They're able to establish romantic chemistry almost IMMEDIATELY! One look and a 'hey'. That's all it fuckin' took! They *both* like each other and it's clear as day.

Then right after, Margo is given a quick implied backstory that instantly gives her and Miles a reason to relate to each other that isn't (necessarily) just about them both being Spider-Man (because, in Margo's words, they're ALL Spider-Man and this means you need more than that to form a genuine connection). Neither of them feel like they can be themselves because their environment at home doesn't allow for it, even without the secret identity. Bada-bing bada-boom instant connection in under 5 minutes and I am still awake by the end of it.

Then, finally, we get a scene that shows that they can, to some extent, trust each other. Margo only just met this dude a few scenes ago, but she immediately goes against Miguel's wishes knowing the consequences and attempts to send him back home because her convictions are stronger than her loyalty to Spider Society. Just that act alone makes her a better ally to Miles than like, half the cast at this point.

...And that creates a bit of a dilemma if Gwiles is meant to be endgame.

As literally everyone and their mother have pointed out by now, Gwen is objectively a bad friend to Miles in this film. But...I would also argue that there are very few instances outside of combat in either film where she's even a *good* friend. And that's sort of the point, isn't it? Gwen has been terrible at friendship for the majority of the time we spend with her because she's traumatized from literally murdering the last good friend she had. Then her dad tried to shoot her. Then Miguel-- you know how it goes. She clearly has a long way to go before even a healthy *friendship* with Miles can start to develop. So that leaves me with a few questions:

A) Why did we wait until the last scene of the SECOND FILM for her to finally decide to be a good friend

B) Why didn't they just give Miles and Gwen more scenes together where they actually get to know each other if their relationship is now so important to the story, and:

C) If Gwen's whole journey is about her inability to maintain strong friendships...Why the FUCK is she the love interest then???

Either we all just got baited, or we are now going to have to spend a decent portion of BTSV watching Gwen try to salvage a friendship that was barely even that developed to begin with, convince the guy whose trust she just lost that she would ALSO make a good girlfriend i guess, and all the while there is now another potential love interest that is clearly, *according to the movie itself*, the better option (or so it seems for now). So like...Where do we go from here?? It just feels like a clumsy narrative decision. And if they do the misogynistic ass 'cat-fight' between two female characters over the main guy I will literally commit a felony. So yeah that's where my head is at right now thank you for reading all the way through my tangent over pixels on a screen sorry everybody

#blabbering #u can disagree but keep it cute #these are just things that don't make sense to ME in MY brain #and again we are only talking about narrative for the most part ship who you want i dont care #.

[baejax-the-great]

ao3 exists, plus it doesnt even matter what terms i search for on tumblr 100% of the time theres fanfiction. literally you can search any words on this website and some kpop guy/ reader fanfics flood the results every single fucking time. plus some of us are not here for fandoms??? your circus/clown analogy is stupid

So I'm incredibly allergic to shrimp-- to the point where if I ate a single shrimp I would die, to the point where I don't really consider shrimp food anymore--and it's the weirdest thing, yesterday i went to Target to buy hair conditioner, and they were selling shrimp. Don't they know it wasn't what I was looking for and I can't eat it anyway? Why would they do this? Totally fucked up of those shrimp catchers to try to poison me like that.

But analogies clearly aren't your thing, so let me break this down for you.

AO3 does indeed exist, but your suggestion that fanfic live there and ONLY there is akin to saying that imgur exists, so nobody should be posting images, whether they be photos or art, on any other website. Twitter exists (sort of), so really nobody should be posting shit posts or hot takes that are fewer than 140 characters or whatever.

Not everyone uses AO3. There is no law saying that if you write fanfic, you must post it on AO3 and nowhere else. There will never be a law that says that, because that's not how the internet works. Tumblr, one of the few social media sites that allows longform blogging, is in fact a great alternative to AO3 for one-shots. It's a little trickier for multi-chapter posts, but I've seen people make it work.

AO3 is not social media. People can't DM there, send asks, make friends, bump their post to the top of the feed (unless they are an asshole who is about to get blocked by half of fandom for pulling that move). Do you like social media? I mean you're here, on tumblr, bothering a total stranger, so you must see some value to it. Guess what--fanfic authors also enjoy being on social media and sharing what they've been up to, including their WIPs.

Things you aren't looking for being part of your searches is literally just life on the internet at all times forever. Earlier this month I was looking for a reference of draped fabric for drawing purposes. I googled 'chiton drawing' (chitons like the ancient Greeks used to wear), and all I got were drawings of molluscs of the genus 'chiton.' Alright, I did a google search for "toga drawing" and learned that there is an anime girl named Toga and people very much enjoy drawing her. Were the artists of the molluscs or the anime girl to blame for me having to slog through a bunch of irrelevant pictures to find one that could help me with my drawing? No. They correctly labeled what they were doing. That's just life.

Seeing fanfic in the tag doesn't harm you. At all. It doesn't matter if you find it cringe, or it's a ship you don't like, or it's xReader. For like ten seconds you looked at words you didn't particularly like, and then you moved on. How is that different from literally any other post on tumblr? I see bad takes and essays I don't care about on this site all the time. It's called scrolling. Again, this will be the case for every website on the internet forever. Are you telling me you read every tweet in your feed? Every reddit post? Sometimes you see irrelevant stuff. I guarantee some of my mutuals have already deemed this long ass post irrelevant and are scrolling on by. What makes fiction that much more abhorrent to you than the rest of the nonsense?

If you really hate seeing fanfic, tumblr has content blocking and tag blocking. You can block the phrase "x Reader." You can block the tag "fanfic." You can block all sorts of things, and if that doesn't work, you can just block the writers whose existence annoys you.

Sorry man, you personally not liking fandom and not using tumblr for it has really no bearing on what everyone else is doing. Like it or not, tumblr is a hub of fandom, and fanfic authors are going to be a part of every fandom on this green earth. Just because you came to the circus in order to admire the pretty fabric used on the tents doesn't mean the performers are in the wrong for doing their thing.

#ao3 #get a load of this clown #tumblr #surprised it took me this long to get a braindead take in my inbox about this #this really feels like genZ bullshit where they see one thing they don't like online and become karens of the internet #honey other people exist doing things that have nothing to do with you #and occasionally you will see them and the only correct response is to move on with your life #by all means anon call up tumblr and explain to them that people are posting fanfic on their website and you just don't care for that

[terzosboyfriend]

Hey hey hey there ghestie come here come here I have a secret for you

[Baseball ghouls au and trans!rain and the ghoulettes are cheerleaders and they win the game and they are celebrating]

That's all bye

Strike out

Relationship: Rain x Pack (Trans Rain)

Type: Smut

Wordcount: 855

Summary: Baseball AU- Rain didn't hit a single baseball during the game, almost costing them the win. The pack decides to teach him a lesson that it isn't okay.

Rating: Mature

Cw: Dubious Consent (All agreed upon previously by ghouls for a form of punishment)

The game had just finished, Ghost having won by only a single point. This was Rain's fault. He had not hit a single ball the entire game, and he was clearly off during the entire thing. The ghouls were pissed.

After celebrating, they all went to the locker room so they could change out. However, the moment they'd gone in there, they surrounded Rain. "The fuck was that Rain?" Dewdrop spits out, very obviously mad at him. Rain tried to back away from Dewdrop out of surprise, only to bump into Aether who stood behind him. "I-I was just off of my game was all! It won't happen again!" He said seeing that they all slowly gained a hungry look to their expressions.

Aether placed his hands on Rain's waist, holding him in place, "I think he deserves a punishment~" Aether said, sliding his hands underneath Rain's shirt. The other ghouls growled and grumbled in agreement, working on getting their belts undone. Rain flushed red, being forced down and onto his knees.

The first ghoul that got to go was the one that got the most hits, Swiss. He pulled his already hard cock out, stroking it slowly as he stepped forward. He pressed the tip against Rain's lips, causing Rain to turn his head away. Swiss grabbed a fistful of Rain's hair, forcing him to look up at him. "Open your fucking mouth." He growled out, pressing his thumb and pointer finger of his other hand into Rain's jaw. It forced his jaw open, and within seconds, Swiss was fucking his mouth hard.

Low groans came from his mouth as the other ghouls pulled their cocks out, thrusting all the way up to his knot with each thrust. Tears pricked in Rain's eyes as he kept gagging from each thrust. Swiss grabbed both sides of Rain's head, pushing in as hard as he could, popping his knot inside. He came down Rain's throat with a loud groan, staying inside until he finished pumping inside.

The moment Swiss pulled out, Rain's face was pushed into the ground, ass now up in the air. Aether ripped off Rain's pants, grinding his cock on his now exposed ass. He reached forward and began to rub Rain's already needy clit and groaned at his wetness. He shoved himself inside in one swift movement, holding Rain's waist with a bruising grip in his other hand. "A-Ah!~" Rain moans, trying to keep himself composed. Rain brought his hand up to his clit, replacing Aether's hand as he started rubbing it fast.

Aether started pounding into him, not holding back for even one second. "S-Such a fucking slut for us!" He groaned out, leaning forward to grab tightly at Rain's hair. He pulled him up so that he was now on all fours, moans spilling from his mouth. Dewdrop took this chance to step forward and shove his dick into Rain's mouth.

They both were using his holes to their content, not caring about Rain's pleasure at all. Even after Rain squirted around Aether's cock, he didn't slow down. It dripped down Rain's thighs and stomach, soaking into his shirt. Tears pricked into his eyes again, from the feeling of Dewdrop pushing his knot inside. Dewdrop was never one to last long anyways so he wasn't surprised he'd already came.

Mountain stepped up now, replacing Aether's cock inside of him. He was definitely bigger than Aether from the feeling of it, maybe not as thick, but definitely longer. He pulled back out for a moment, picking the water ghoul up and setting him down on one of the locker room benches on his back. He got between his legs, pushing back inside Mountain was not one to hold back, claws digging deep into Rain's thighs as he tossed his legs over his shoulder.

Aether was still jerking himself off, having not cum yet he stood over the water ghoul. Once he did cum though, he shot the thick strings of it all over the ghoul's shirt. Rain had his eyes rolled back, moans being the only thing he could get out. He was cumming hard but it didn't stop Mountain from continuing. The sensitivity set in and Rain rather than trying to pull away, brought his hand down to his still very needy clit.

With this position, Rain felt himself squirt again, and again, and again. His shirt became soaked in his own fluids, while the ghouls surrounded him. They all jerked themselves above him while Mountain still went hard and fast, loud growls spilling from his mouth. One after the other shot their cum onto Rain, decorating him in the white liquid. He came one final time as Mountain pushed his knot inside, cumming deep into him.

Rain's legs were shaking violently when Mountain pulled out, standing up with the ghouls who all were catching their breath. They admired the view of the water ghoul that they just fucked numb. His breath was shaky, and his vision was blurred as he looked at them. "You learn your lesson?" The multi-ghoul asked with a smirk, receiving a weak nod in respond.

#mdni #18+ #rain x pack #trans rain #dubious consent #rain x dewdrop #rain x sodo #rain ghoul #rain x mountain #rain x aether #rain x swiss #water ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #dew ghoul #sodo ghoul #sodomizer ghoul #swiss army ghoul #the band ghost #ghost band fanfic #ghost band #ghost the band #ghost bc #ghost band fanfiction #ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfic

[md-confessions]

Trigger Warning for abuse since I am going to be talking about it a lot.

My honest reaction to TSM anon's confessions/posts trying to justify J's treatment of N. (They're so ass)

Ok so uhh... Anyway I'll try to debunk some of the points:

First of all: yes the fuck she is abusive! Search the damn definition on Google or the dictionary, it's exactly what she's doing, like beat for beat.

Let's start with two examples: one from the manor and another from copper-9.

J kicking N in the manor flashback: for context N and V had literally just bumped into each other, made a spark and both were trying to clean up the mess they made, then comes in Ms. Tenth letter of the alphabet with a kick to N's face for like no fucking reason whatsoever.

J stepping on N's chest while he clearly struggles: In the pilot during the scene that introduces the Alphabet squad during J's introduction she has her foot on his chest while saying he's useless, terrible and if she could, she'd kill him herself and N is very clearly struggling to even breath.

Those two very clearly ARE abuse, the second one even has a tinge of verbal abuse!

Ok so TSM tried to justify both these actions by us not knowing the full context.

The context of the kick is that: there is none, that kick was completely unprovoked, so J had absolutely no reason for kicking N aside from him being in her way from the "move it moron" line, and she changes up her attitude completely at Tessa being there, her visor showing those hollow eyes that drones show when worried or scared.

But even if you say "oh but N was in J's way so she kicked him out" but she could have just, you know, MOVED A LITTLE BIT TO THE RIGHT?!?!? And also that does not excuse kicking a person in the face.

Context of the second scene is: THERE IS NONE, ONE AGAIN! The reason that scene exists is to show that A. J is abusive towards N, and B. J is a hypocrite! Let me explain, A is very self explanatory, stepping on someone's chest and verbally abusing them is very clearly well... Abuse and B is to show that even though she calls N useless, N has shown throughout the rest of the series he is a very competent fighter, arguably better than his fellow DDs and also that even though J was pretty much insulting N for being weak, she got killed by a Angsty bisexual 18-year-old with a pen and a Railgun made out of like, scrap.

I don't know how you can genuinely look at those scenes and go "J isn't an abuser" even though yes she fucking is.

Also I dead ass forgot that second post aside from the "why would Cyn put N in the squad if his abuser?" Part, which has a very simple explanation: it wasn't Cyn, it was Mr. Solver of the absolute fabric itself! It used Cyn as a host, Cyn wasn't in control, she prob has been dead for a long ass time.

The solver is sadistic and it likes fucking with the alphabet squad, take V as an example: it allowed V to keep her memories, just to make V's trauma even worse.

The solver thinks it's funny to traumatize people so why wouldn't it think putting a person in the same team as their abuser wouldn't be?

Anyways I've been typing this since 5:30 AM, and now it's 6:50 and I got school so I'll stop here, if you got anything else to add put it in the reblogs ig...

Final note: I haven't been abused myself (not that I remember) so I can't really fully grasp the concept, but still, J's treatment of N is like, the dictionary definition of Abuse, I'm very bad at understanding other people and their emotions and I'm not super great at analysing characters but this shit is so obviously abuse seeing TSM over here trying to say otherwise is giving me a brain aneurysm.

Anyways have a good day/evening/night or whatever time of day it is :D

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#md confessions #murder drones #abuse cw #serial designation j #serial designation n #serial designation v #md cyn #the absolute solver

[just-barrow]

day 5 of @almost-a-class-act's War Is Helloween prompts!

SAS: Rogue Heroes - Johnny Cooper/Reg Seekings

Character A meets Character B in a pumpkin patch and they both want the same one.

This isn't how Reg had imagined his afternoon to go.

First of all, he really doesn't want to be in a pumpkin patch of all places, but he had promised his mum and he's a good boy, really, underneath it all.

Second, there's this lanky twat facetiming in between the pumpkins and blocking the one Reg has set his eyes on. If he would just stop yapping about his stupid party for one second, Reg could grab the pumpkin and be on his way.

When the man says his goodbyes and hangs up the phone, Reg finally sees his chance and reaches over. In doing so, he accidentally bumps against the man, who immediately takes a defensive stance in front of the pumpkin.

"Hey! I saw this one first, you oaf."

Rage blurs Reg's vision as he gets in the other man's face. He hasn't been standing there waiting for ages just to get insulted by some prick. "Talk to me like that, I will knock your bleedin' block off."

The blond doesn't even flinch. "Go on, then."

Reg has to admit he is a little impressed. He huffs, knowing he can't start a fight in the middle of a pumpkin patch. He's here to buy something for his mum, for christ sakes. He has to at least try to behave himself for once. Besides, it wouldn't be an equal fight: despite the fact that he clearly has the balls for it, the man looks like Reg could snap him in half just by looking at him, all long slender limbs and pretty blue eyes.

"Thought so," the man says, crossing his arms and smiling sweetly. "Now, if you could step aside…"

Reg tries not to growl. "You can flutter those pretty lashes at me all you like, I'm taking the bloody pumpkin."

"Do you really think I'm pretty?"

Reg's mouth opens and closes a few times, his cheeks heating up at an alarming speed. He knows the man is trying to wind him up, but Reg does think he's pretty. Absolutely beautiful, actually, now that his anger has had a few seconds to subside and he takes a moment to really look at him.

The man's demeanor instantly changes from hostile to flirty when he realizes. He steps a little closer and cocks his head. "Well, aren't you adorable when you're blushing."

Flustered and taken aback, Reg shifts from one foot to the other. Those eyes really are very blue. "Uhh."

While Reg is trying to remember how to speak, the other man seems to have made a decision. "I'm organizing a Halloween party at my place tonight. Would you like to come?"

"I uh, yeah. Okay." He doesn't know what the hell is going on. A moment ago he was ready to fight someone over a pumpkin for his mum and now a gorgeous man is asking him out. At least he thinks that's what is happening. "Yeah, I'll come to your party."

"Great," the man smiles, seeming genuinely pleased. Then it turns a little cheeky. "So, can I have the pumpkin?"

Scoffing, Reg waves his hand about. "Yes, fine, take the pumpkin. I'll find another one."

When they look down, said pumpkin is gone. Someone snatched it while they were bickering.

"Oh."

The man laughs heartily. "Guess we'll both have to settle for a mediocre specimen, huh."

"I guess," Reg mumbles, staring dumbly at the man before him. Hearing his laugh made his insides feel a little wobbly. Then his brain catches up and, recognizing an opportunity to be around him a while longer, Reg holds out his arm and raises his eyebrows. "Want to help each other look?"

His eyes widen in surprise before he takes it, smiling brightly. "Sure. I'm Johnny, by the way."

Johnny's body is warm and fits perfectly against his side as they start to walk along the rows of pumpkins together.

"I'm Reg."

He honestly couldn't care less about the pumpkin.

Sorry, mum.

#war is helloween #my fic #sas rogue heroes #johnny cooper #reg seekings

[algolagniaa]

You take a sip of your drink to steady yourself. The wine is excellent, sweet and full-bodied and obviously very expensive. It would probably be best to explore a little, you reason as you watch people stream past you to other delights. It’s not as though you know where you’re going, after all, and if you want to blend in with the crowd you’d be better off by participating. But no matter what you tell yourself, logic has nothing to do with why you join the crowd. The night, the revelry, the magic has its hooks in you now, for better or for worse.

You can only hope it’s not for worse.

You’re currently on the second floor of the east wing of the mansion. There appears to be two or three more rooms further down the hallway, with Luna’s room just to your left and the stairs to the first floor slightly further in that direction. You briefly step into the room next to Luna’s, but there doesn’t appear to be a performer other than a string quartet. People stand around talking and drinking while listening to the music, which really is quite extraordinary. As you make your way around the room, you pass by the musicians and notice that none of them have sheet music sitting on their stands. Each has a bloody body part balanced on the ledge: in front of one violinist is a hunk of long blonde hair with the scalp still attached, while the other has a handful of teeth bloodied at the root. The violist’s stand holds an ear with a jeweled earring shaped like a teardrop, and perhaps worst of all is the severed child’s finger for the cellist. The cellist meets your eyes and a tear slides down his cheek from beneath his mask but he does not pause in his playing.

Before you leave you do notice that all of the people you see marveling at the grandeur of the mansion or talking nervously about the impossibility of the entertainers seem to have a companion who has attended before. Are newcomers required to have a sponsor before attending the Masquerade? That may be important to keep in mind as you mingle with the other partygoers.

The next room is a gallery, but not like any you’ve ever seen before. Sculptures sit on pedestals or larger pieces stand alone. All are in varying shades of pink, red, or brown. The guests murmur quietly to each other as they inspect each piece in turn, admiring the skill of the artist. The small placard next to the first artwork reads “Alexei Danyarov.” Perhaps that is the name of the artist, though it isn’t one you recognize. The art is a kinetic work: a very thin piece of some unidentifiable fabric, stretched so tightly between two slender, off-white columns it is slightly translucent. At first you’re not sure what to make of it, but as you watch red droplets very slowly move from one side to the other, forming a shifting kaleidoscope of images. You stand there for a few minutes watching the fluctuating of the red liquid. It’s almost hypnotizing in the way a flickering fire or running water is.

The next sculpture is a lovely shade of deep brown. It’s abstract, an asymmetrical cup shape that reminds you a little of a calla lily approximately two feet in height. You can’t tell what it’s made out of – it’s not metal or stone or wood. Perhaps painted ceramic? The placard next to this reads “Adelaide Toussaint,” and you frown slightly in confusion. It’s clearly the same artist, something in the dynamic grace of the art is the same in both pieces, and yet the names are different.

You move to the next piece. Yet another new name on the placard, this one reading “Evangeline White.” Another abstract sculpture, this in an olive shade of tan with two twisting prongs coming out of the base in a way that vaguely resembles coral. Another guest bumps into you and you reach out to steady yourself, accidentally brushing against the statue – which shudders beneath your touch. You back away quickly, staring at the sculpture. Surely you imagined it. But as you watch, you can see the sculpture move very slightly and rhythmically as if it was breathing. Taking a quick look around to make sure no one is watching, you place your hand on it again. The statue is warm and soft and slightly yielding, exactly like human flesh. It flinches from your touch yet again.

“I didn’t think Hawthorne could do better than that tree-thing he made last year, but this is remarkable,” says the man coming to stand next to you. He wears a mask you think might be a mongoose and his companion is a woman in a glittering gold mask and a gown to match. You jerk your hand away from the statue.

“Oh no darling, it wasn’t a tree at all! Obviously it was meant to be lightning,” she replies, laughing.

“Lightning!” he scoffs, and turns to you. “What do you think?” asks the grinning man in the mongoose mask. “A tree, or lightning?”

Instead of replying, you make some noncommittal sound and brush past them back out into the hallway and walk to the next room, which you realize is not a room after all but another staircase spiraling up out of sight. From what you remember of the layout of the manor from the outside, this is likely to the tower. The steps and the walls are all cut stone, and the air is slightly cooler here than in the rest of the manor.

After far too many steps, you reach the top of the tower, slightly out of breath. The room is small but thankfully unoccupied by either party guests or living sculptures. The walls are stone and decorated with tapestries of unnerving images: a starving-thin wolf, titanic in size, lunging to swallow the sun, two arms blood-soaked to the elbows placing an iron crown on a weeping and terror-stricken woman, a ring of people holding hands, with a person set ablaze and smiling joyously in the center. But the most unsettling of all was also the simplest. A young woman holds a branch in front of her, the leaves obscuring her face. You have the strangest feeling that as you look at it the picture might move, that she might bring the branch down so you could see her clearly and that her face – her gaze -would be terrible. The thought makes you shiver and you imagine you can feel her sightless scrutiny as you look around the rest of the tower room.

The interior of the cupola is painted to look like the night sky, though you do not recognize any of the constellations. For some reason looking at it makes you feel faint and dizzy, as though you are looking down from a very great height and may fall. You sway slightly on your feet and pull your gaze from the ceiling, shaking your head to clear it. The room is sparsely furnished, containing only an enormous telescope pointing out the window up at the night sky, a small bookcase with a few books about astronomy, a deep blue armchair, and an antique orrery sitting on an elaborately carved wooden table. The base of the orrery is dark walnut wood, polished to gleaming, with each of the astrological symbols painted in tiny precise detail on the sides. You lean in to get a better look at it: each of the planets are carved out of a different precious gemstone, and the mechanism that turns the planets is golden metal and clockwork. It’s lovely and no doubt very expensive, but too fragile for you to try to carry off. You turn away from it with a sigh and approach the telescope.

You are at the highest peak of the manor; below you lies the City, lit by lamplight. Out of the window you can see a few parties that have spilled out into the streets, celebrating the Masquerade. The moon is the color of old bone and hangs low and full in the sky. Stars twinkle throughout the midnight sky like diamonds scattered across jeweler’s velvet. The telescope beside you is cool to the touch.

Do you look in the telescope, or return to the party?

ok this is literally all my worst party fears turned up to the max. act like you are cool enough to be here and convince everyone around you of such or you will Literally die. am going to have to watch the people who have attended before and mimic their behavior. but first i have to take a breather and what’s more calming than the stars? I look through the telescope.

(I know that this will yeet me into space, however my character doesn’t know that, so I can’t take precautions 😭 o well)

[xxl1zardb3ansxx]

More silly fanfic of WOF. Yippe.

One more day until it starts

Star awoke the next morning to find that yesterday was not a dream, and she was still here. She would be meeting the rest of her winglet today, which would be a good chance to take note of their personalities. Not in a creepy way or anything, but just to see what their tendencies were like.

Star walked out of her winget cave and finally took in the details of the school. There were little purple and yellow lanterns hanging in the hallway hosting a little candle in each of them. They gave a nice atmosphere in the hallways, making them cozy and soothing. As Star walked, she passed many other new students, walking towards the winglet caves, holding various items. One Seawing had an entire chest of jewels for no reason, a Skywing had a clacky white necklace, and a Hivewing came through holding a spectacle box and nothing else. Star saw that the Hivewing got a lot of weird looks. It was probably because a lot of dragons still weren’t over the whole Hivewing incident (Read books 11-15 to know what i’m talking about.) Star wasn’t one of those dragons. It was their stupid queen’s fault not theirs. But still dragons shot them dirty looks as if they were a Rainwing who couldn’t change colors. They just can’t handle anything beyond basic math because they’re all idiots whose parents never said ‘no’ to them in their entire lives. Anyhow. Star kept walking and exploring the school. She decided to check out the library first, as that was probably the place where Star would spend most of her time. Either A) reading B) Studying or C) Sketching. As Star was walking a Skywing bumped into her shoulder and said, “Watch it hybrid.” Star almost stopped. She hadn’t been called that in a very long time. She didn’t respond to people like that. They just wanted a reaction. The Skywing snorted a small laugh when Star didn’t respond. “Scared are ya?” He asked in an annoying tone, almost like her brother Astrion’s.

“No. I just don’t see a point talking to idiots.” Star snapped back, not at all scared of this stupid Skywing.

“Oh really?! You wanna fight hybrid?” The Skywing declared.

“Sure, why not.” Star said, brandishing her poisonous barb at him.

“Hah, you don’t scare me-”

“Oh, shut up Vermillion.” A female voice said from behind them.

“Ugh, not you.” Vermillion said, rolling his eyes.

“Hey, I’m Blizzard. Blizz for short. This here is Vermillion the dung hat. He’s got seal blubber for brains so don’t pay attention to him.” Blizzard said appearing out of nowhere.

“H-hi. I’m Star. S-StarGazer.” Star said, suddenly overwhelmed. Star’s brain was filled with the image of Blizzard’s beautiful face. Her sleek white scales, shining icy blue eyes, ice-like spikes sitting along her neck and tale menacingly. 

“That’s a nice name. Are you new here too?” Blizzard asked in a sweet tone.

“Uh, hello? I’m still here penguin brains!” Vermillion interrupted.

“Oh, be quiet. Go find a rat in the prey center or something.” Blizzard responded, clearly more interested in talking to Star. “Anyway, are you new here too?”

“Yeah.” Star squeaked out, blushing wildly. 

“Cool, I hope we’re in the same winglet!” Blizzard said, running off toward the wiglet caves. And Star couldn’t tell if it was just her wishful thinking or was Blizzard blushing a little? It didn’t matter. Just get to the library. Star hurried over to the library and found a corner to hide in. Star began looking around the library. Star noticed that the librarian was blind. Star didn’t exactly know how that worked, but she wasn’t brave enough to ask. Star eventually found some scrolls she was interested in. An interesting series about a scavenger boy getting into magical trouble with his friends. Star decided to stay and read for a while before the librarian said we had to go to initiation. Star and a few others shuffled out of the library and into the main hall. It was very crowded in here and Star had to take a second to quiet all the voices. Eventually a group of dragons shuffled on stage. A Mudwing, Seawing, Nightwing, Rainwing, and Sandwing.

“Hello new students! Welcome to Jade Mountain! We are so excited to have you here. Within these school walls, we know that you may not like each other, but you will have to respect each other as long as you're here. So I don’t wanna hear a single word about someone being rude. And if I do, we have a very strict policy for punishment and you will get a 5 hour detention. So, I hope you all know that before we start the year. Anyway, with that out of the way, we hope you enjoy your stay at Jade Mountain. We have activities in each of the rooms of the school. However, if you are tired, you may go to your winglets and sleep. Or whatever it is that you kids do these days.” The Seawing explained poking her wings toward various rooms in the school. Star was tired, but she wanted to see what event was happening in the library. Star walked over there having to really try to shut out everyone’s annoying thoughts. As Star approached the library, she noticed Blizzard there looking around. Star tried to act natural and walk up to her but ended up nervously shuffling to the other side of the library. There was a writing event going on, where StarFlight, the librarian, would let you make a book, and place it into the library. It was cool but Star was kind of nervous about sharing her work. Sure she could submit one of her already done works from home, or she could write a completely new one. Maybe a guide for new students like herself. As Star was studying the shelves, Blizzard walked up to her.

“Hi, Star.” She said, fiddling with her talons.

“Oh! H-hi, Blizzard. H-how's it going?” Star stuttered, once again, swallowed by Blizzard’s image.

“Good. This writing event sounds interesting to me, although I’ve never really written a book before. Have you?”

“Yeah, I uh, I have.” Star squeaked, nervous in the presence of Blizzard.

“Really? Cool! I would like to read one of them sometime. I-if you want.” Blizzard finished nervously.

“Y-yeah. Sure. Um, I have one in my bag in my winglet cave. I could go get it for you.” Star suggested.

“I’ll come with you! It sounds like fun.” Blizzard said, smiling. 

The 2 of them walked out of the library and towards the winglet caves. They walked in a pit of awkward silence, neither of them knowing what to say. Eventually they reached the Jade winglet cave. Blizzard gasped and said “I’m in this winglet too! Yay!”

“Oh, yeah. C-cool.” Star stuttered, realizing she’d have to deal with even more of Blizzard. Which wasn’t a bad thing, but that meant more stuttery nervousness. Star walked over to her bed and opened her satchel. She rummaged in it for a bit before feeling the familiar leather cover of the book she wrote. Star lifted it out of the bag and handed it to Blizzard. She seemed very excited to see a book, but who can blame her? Both of them were very tired so they decided to stay in the winglet cave and talk for the rest of the day. 

“So where are you from?” Blizzard asked, getting comfy in her bed.

“The Rainforest. I live in Cocoona village. What about you?” Star asked.

“I usually stay in the ice palace. My mom is Snowfall. She’s nice but sometimes it’s nice to get away from my duties with her. I’d love to visit your village sometime!” Blizzard explained, getting excited at the end.

“Oh, yeah you probably could, although I’m not sure how the others in the village would react. My mom would probably like you though. She’s friends with Snowfall. Sorta. She helped solve the whole Pantala thing. She also helped organize the trade route between us.” Star explained shrugging.

“Oh, is your mom Moon? Cool. I heard she’s really nice.” Blizzard said, smiling sweetly.

“Yeah, she can get a little annoying sometimes though. With all the ‘It’Ll MaKe SeNsE wHeN yOuR oLdEr’ stuff.” Star was a little surprised that Blizzard didn’t freak out when she found out her mom was Moon.

“Haha, yeah. My mom says that a lot too. It is annoying. Like, how about you stop repeating that, and give us something we can understand then? It’s not that hard.” Blizzard said, laughing a little.

“Yeah! Like, when there was an evil character in books when I was young, I would ask ‘Why is he being mean?’ And I would have gotten the concept of bad much earlier if my mom just said, ‘because not everyone is good.’ instead of ‘It’ll make sense when you're older.’ Sorry does that make sense?” Star said, realizing she might be talking a bit too much.

“Yeah that does make sense! We could’ve gotten a grip on the world easier if they just laid it on us.” Blizzard said, throwing her talons in the air. Just then a Hivewing walked through the door.

“H-hi is this the, uh, Jade winglet?” The Hivewing asked, pushing up his broken spectacles.

“Yeah, welcome!” Blizzard said, waving him into the room.

“Th-thanks.” The Hivewing chose the hive-looking hexagon shape bed for himself.

“I’m Blizzard, and this is Star. What’s your name?” Blizzard asked the Hivewing.

“I’m, uh, Ant. Nice to meet you.” The Hivewing said, setting down his things.

“Ant? Really? What a stupid name!” Said Vermillion’s annoying voice from the doorway.

“Shut up Vermillion! You act like you're literally not named after a color!” Blizzard protested in Ant’s defense.

“Please don’t tell me you're in our winglet.” Star said, placing her snout in her talon.

“Oh yes I am hybrid! I’m part of the Jade winglet! The same winglet that took down Queen Wasp!” Vermillion announced, as if nobody knew already. Ant flinched a little at the words ‘Queen Wasp’ Star guessed it was because of the war. Vermillion took the bumpy ledge and continued to spew his nonsense.

“My dad says that Hivewings still can’t be trusted. They’re probably just building up their forces to take us down. He also says that Silkwings are just stupider Rainwings. And I agree.”

“Well, your dad is an idiot.” Blizzard said, flipping open the book Star had given her.

“What!? No he’s not! Yours is!” Vermillion shouted.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Blizzard said, not caring at all about Vermillion.

“Your Icewing brain is just to stupid to handle it!” Vermillion said, trying to get a reaction.

“Really? My brain is the one that’s stupid here. Uh-huh. Sure makes total sense.” Blizzard said, sarcastically. 

“Mph- Ugh! I hate you!” Vermillion huffed, turning his head away.

“That’s nice.” Blizzard said, turning the page.

Star could hear Ant’s thoughts saying thank you silently. He was an obviously shy dragon, but he was still polite. Even if it was in his head. Star pulled out her sketchbook as she guessed nobody wanted to talk. She started sketching Blizzard, hoping that she didn’t notice. Star remembered her earring and looked at it. It was glowing a little, but not much. The little tear drop shaped piece of purple glass sparkled at her, pointing out its little star details. She knew what it meant but Star didn’t want to answer it right now. A light green Rainwing with pink highlights, and purple details walked in.

“Is this the Jade winglet?” She asked, looking quite disgusted at the sight of Vermillion.

“Yep! Welcome.” Blizzard said, smiling.

“Great. Thanks. I’m Castra by the way.” The Rainwing said, flying up to the hammock.

A Sandwing came in next, looking excited. “Alright! This is the Jade winglet right?” Blizzard nodded in response. “Sweet! I’m Cactus!” The Sandwing said, bounding over to the heated stone ledge. The next dragons were a Mudwing named Cat-tail, a Seawing named Tortoise, and a Silkwing named Weaver. Eventually, it got dark, and they all went to sleep peacefully.

[theangriestboyintown]

Shaked Sphere: Romeo and Juliet but better by Mischa B.

*the stage is set, the lights come on… you see Romeo, doing something clearly ‘fruity’ but generally accepted for the time.* (leaving this vague, I want the actor to choose what action they do at the beginning.)

*cue the disco lights!!! ya babey!! it’s time for the opening number! the song is called “Homosexual Thoughts.” Romeo thirsts for Mercutio.

oh no! the portal to the Shakedverse is open!!!! Lady Macbeth is back and she is Angry. She Thirsts For Blood.

*cue the second number babye!!! this song will be all about Lady Macbeth and it’s called “Girlboss Shit.”(This number will be important later.)*

Mercutio bumps into Lady Macbeth in the square. They get into a very epic and awesome sword battle. CUE THE THIRD NUMBER!!!! Lady Macbeth does finally land the fatal hit to Mercutio, and Mercutio falls to the ground. The lights focus on him. Lady Macbeth leaves Mercutio to die on the floor. Mercutio sings his first (and final) song of the show. It’s called ‘Everyone’s gotta die (sometime)’ and it’s a lament on how Mercutio’s life was cut too short, and how he never got to explore his homosexuality. (reminds me of someone…)

anyway… boring. put the disco lights back on babye… Lady Macbeth is on the streets!

Lady Macbeth does not feel Satisfied… She needs more bloodshed, and she doesn’t know why. (also will be important later.)

The Lights fade to black, and when they come back- the audience sees Romeo. He is at the ball where he’s supposed to meet Juliet.

oh no!!!!! lady macbeth!!!! why are you here!!?!!?

She is revealed to be an Ancient Cryptid creature. She needs blood to grow stronger. Cue the fourth number. it’s Lady Macbeth… lamenting about how hard it is to be her. the song is called ‘Girlbosses all die (sometime).’ and it’s a direct parody of Mercutio’s song.

Romeo gets pissed, because Lady Macbeth proves she killed Mercutio by showing Romeo his prized possession: Mercutio’s sword.

So… how does Romeo fight for his Mercutio’s honor?

sword battle, obviously.

Fifth number, guys! It is sung while Romeo is fighting with Lady Macbeth. It’s called: “Dying simply does not sound fun” and it’s actually our first duet! Lady Macbeth sings about her want and need for eternal life, while Romeo sings about wanting to keep the one life he has now. it’s actually very dramatic!

Lady Macbeth is slain by an unknown power. Romeo is initially confused, because Lady Macbeth had the upper hand at the moment. (his hand was gone. the sfx are brilliant. blood everywhere, btw.)

Welcome Juliet into the play!

Juliet is actually the daughter of the famous Calulets, who are professional monster hunters. She had poison arrows and went peewwwww and now Lady Macbeth is dead.

Romeo is eternally grateful to Juliet… Cue the sixth number.

the lights change colors. they go into a light pink color.

Romeo is a manwhore.

The song is called “If I Could.” and it’s Romeo asking if he could have Juliet’s hand. The music swells at the end, just like Romeo’s beating heart. It’s very romantic and beautiful, similar to a serenade sung to a sleeping child. He’s very light with his words.

Juliet says ya.

Romeo is like “cool.”

And then… BETRAYAL!!!!!! Juliet shoots Romeo with one of her poison arrows!!!!

you might be asking… why?

Cue the seventh number. It is called “I am a Capulet.” and it’s Juliet’s power anthem where she explains the centuries-long feud between her family and Romeo’s family. (The Capulets are monster hunters, the Montagues are monsters.)

BIG REVEAL!!!! Romeo was Actually a monster all along.

The lights fade to black, the curtains close, and that’s the end of the show.

#god help me. how did i fuckign come up with all of that?

[alittleflub]

How did you get into Flubber? Its quite possibly one of the hottest things on earth and I definitely wish there was more kinky content on it!

This will be long because I've never really talked about this before:

Well when I was little, I always was drawn to the flubber more than I probably should've been. I don't think there was a specific 'reason'; I remember pretending I didn't like the movie sometimes and tbh, despite liking the character of Flubber - I do think the movie is bad lol. I know that Robin (rest in peace) is the 'star' of the movie but for a movie named Flubber, I wish the flubber was actually in it a lot more. It's partially why I want a sequel movie or maybe an extended cut of the original on disney+ since there seems to be deleted scenes of some of RW's improv, ex. how Brainard says 'shake your little Flubber booty' in one of the trailers (and yes, this is for horny selfish reasons b/c I want more of the cute, chubby goo). But yeah, I remember wanting Flubber to be real so I could play it with it and even though I eventually moved on, I would still sometimes watch scenes of the movie or look at pictures of only Flubber.

Anyway, I loved all the scenes with Flubber and I know the Wilson scene is the favorite amongst this community but the scene where Flubber is first 'born' is still my favorite. I love how soft and intimate it is as its kind of a metaphorical birth scene and as someone with a pregnancy/birthing kink, I love the symbolism with the flubber coming out of the 'womb' (the tank) for the first time (and I appreciate not being the only one who sees it as a birth scene as well lol). Honestly, it is the scene I used to rewatch the most whenever I would get into one of my 'moods' for Flubber and it isn't until writing this that I've considered that might be why. i also love how big and plump Flubber's lips are in that scene 🥵

Outside of that, I love the little sound effects and coos it makes in the movie, its bratty attitude (one of my favorite things about flubber is it looking and seeming very cute and innocent but also being a very bratty sexual deviant - while still being cute haha), its fat and chubby body (which I think is due to my pregnancy kink, Flubber straight up looks like it has a baby bump at times with the way they'll animate its belly moving when its shifting or hitting against something else):

There are also a lot of unintentionally (or secretly intentional) provocative moments with Flubber as well that feeds into feeling drawn to it- like flubber itself just feels naturally sexual and exploding with libido? it has a lot of constant, non-stop energy and nearly every time we see it interact with others outside of brainard, who is its creator (or 'father'), it's either playing with itself (the mambo scene, while iconic, is a super pointless scene; it's very self-indulgent which could also be rephrased as self-masturbatory and have the same meaning ironically) or is very much getting off to others erotically. Like what Flubber does to Wilson? That's a very invasive scene but also sensual - even if its in a sadistic type of way. They didn't have to write that into the movie yet they did. Flubber even giggles after shooting out of a man's anus, meaning it enjoyed it.

Another scene with Flubber clearly enjoying being sexual is when it is going berserk around town (which honestly, I think that entire scene is an example of Flubber getting off to sadistic pleasure but I digress). The one part I want to highlight is how it specifically stops when spotting a woman with a rather chunky butt and the camera then zooms onto the Flubber going 'woohoo!' in excitement. Doing that + having the flubber follow the woman's thick, swaying ass and then shapeshifting to make an exact replica of her booty cheeks and again, giggling while doing so is really random and adds nothing to the movie - other then just showing Flubber be horny for a woman's ass?

Also if you watch that scene closely, the end of Flubber's body bulges/gets bigger to match which one of the woman's ass cheeks it's currently following.

like, it was following her booty that intensely. flubber please.

But yeah, my interest in Flubber has adapted and changed as I've gotten older / interests have changed over time. I pretty much headcanon Flubber as a very sexual creature with heavy ties to artificial pregnancy (basically mimicking' the symptoms of pregnancy for whoever is 'carrying' it) whether I'm writing canon content (within the movie's universe) or writing content with Flubber (or creatures that are basically it) in more original universes. Since Flubber was created using some of Brainard's DNA as a catalyst, I also really love the idea of Flubber being a representative of brainard's latent libido/sexual desires and energy. To me, Brainard being too unfocused to tap into that aspect of himself while Flubber is solely focused on nothing but its own sexual gratification and fulfilling its own limitless lust is hot.

Flubber surpassing gender and shapeshifting to have breast and a dick/vagina (or both simultaneously) to fit its needs at the moment is very *chef kiss* to me too. Thankful for the artists that draws content like that of flubber 🥰

I'm not sure if there's a specific study on how things you watched as a child can form kinks / fetishes as an adult but I believe it to be true - all the kink related things I'm into now are based entirely on something I saw when I was a younger or a young teen. This video I watched randomly when I was 12/13 is what jump started me liking pregnancy content and I couldn't tell you why lol. I think Flubber is the same overall for me.

#thank you for the ask! #inbox

[stratusisms]

Bringing you… Trish Stratus. P͟e͟n͟n͟e͟d͟ ͟B͟y͟ Ivy.

Bringing you the idol of my entire life, the one and only Ms. Stratus. Devoted Mother and apparent Wife. Please make note of the word apparent here. Safe to say the 7x Women’s Champion is hardly known for her risqué behavior having been happily married for close to twenty years, yet all is not as rosey as it may appear. The once High School Sweethearts have hit multiple bumps in the road, but as of recent it has became nearly impossible to live with. The comfortability of their life as they know it has led to a dull, steadfast and lifeless marriage which has now seen them go on nearly six months of no intimacy. Not just sex, but basic displays of affection such as kissing. Depression has well and truly kicked in for the once bright and bubbly Canadian whom now only see’s herself a Mommy. Not as the multiple times Babe of The Year and Sex Symbol she was once considered back in her hay day. Leading to rather.. out of character behaviours such as clubbing and drinking in excess.

C͟o͟n͟n͟e͟c͟t͟i͟o͟n͟s͟/͟P͟l͟o͟t͟s͟ ͟M͟a͟s͟t͟e͟r͟l͟i͟s͟t͟:͟

a) Trish & Muse have been friends for a very long time. Muse can read Trish like a book and can see that she is going through some emotional turmoil. Although she is being hush about the entirety of her struggles, Muse can quite clearly see Trish going down what could be considered a slippery path and wants to help in anyway they can.

b) Muse has been Trish wing partner throughout her discovery’s of a more edgy and rebellious take on life. They have been with her throughout and perhaps at some points even encouraged her less than angelic behaviour. (Role Filled - Damian Priest)

c) Trish & Muse have known each other for a prolonged period of time. There has been some sexual tension between the two, but due to Muse’s unwavering respect, not only for Trish, but for her family, nothing has come of it other than innocent flirting. Even as Trish’s desire to be unfaithful grows, this person isn’t the one she goes to out of nothing other than she deeply cares for this person’s opinion of her. (Role Filled - Damian Priest)

d) After an impromptu visit to a wrestling show afterparty, Trish soon finds herself remarkably drunk unto the point of lacking the ability to remember the entirety of the night, only having blurry flashbacks. Trish wakes up in Muse’s bed, of whom she flirted with the entire night and whom she lured back to her hotel room for a night of steamy passion. This was her first infidelity and the realization of such left her in a state of shock the next morning, kicking this person out of her room angrily.

e) Muse learns of Trish’s infidelity after seeing a heated exchange between the two parties involved - they take it upon themselves to confront Trish about it, for whatever reason, but the two become entangled in another aggressive exchange which leads to some obvious bad blood.

f) This is the Muse that ultimately leads Trish to do the moral thing and file for a divorce from her husband and ultimately reveal the truth. This happens a good few weeks/months into a passionate affair between the two, upon growing tired of being secretive, Muse gives Trish an ultimatum. Them or her Unhappy Marriage. - (Role Filled - Wardlow)

g) The relationship between these two was certainly one that was unexpected. The way Trish’s life had been going could definitely be described as somewhat of a midlife crisis - this would be the tipping point of it. Affairs had become a regular at this point, for both she and her husband.. but this one was definitely in unexpected. To have a sexual relationship with someone so much younger wasn’t on the agenda, but an exciting rollercoaster, nonetheless. (Role Filled - Barthel)

#vhq : character intro. #pls help me fill these roles <3