#oh i need to watch Electra

[lightning-and-sparks]

what was your inspiration for Roland? And your inspiration for the other characters if you’d like to share

Oh my gosh, this is such a great question I’m so excited! This counts as Thorns Chronicles 2

So originally, Roland wasn’t supposed to be the main antagonist. He was just a namesake to throw into the position of manager. I also picked kind of a jerk name bc I’ve dealt with some jackass named Roland. Roland evolved into being a “wolf in sheep’s clothing” character where on the surface he doesn’t look intimidating but you kind of get a strange vibe from him. I wanted to make someone desperate enough to do what he did. He’s hellbent on getting back to Dancity bc his wife is dying and he only took the job as Jack’s manager to pay her medical bills because it was all he could get. I don’t want to say too much here but he is hinted to have a criminal background with his last client that almost ended his career. He also manipulates Jack on things he knows will provoke him, like his past, and possible relationships where he will be used, and wants to keep reminding him that he is nothing but a pretty face and a warm body, if you catch my drift. As a final thing on Roland, don’t underestimate what an animal backed into a corner will do.

Kelly (The Makeup artist) is based off my hair dresser and acts as more of a comic relief and familiar face. You see her in the very beginning and at the very end. She’s a mother and her empathy extends to Jack. She is employed by him so she doesn’t act on it (ex, when he starts showing signs something is wrong before talking to Korzo, chapter 7 I think?) She doesn’t see Jack Rose as the son of a dictator or a celebrity when he’s in her chair.

Kit Korzo (News Reporter) was my attempt to make a Cesar Flickerman character if you have ever seen hunger games. He’s built his life and livelihood around reporting and is well known for it. He wants Jack’s testimony on his mother but he’s patient enough to play the long game. Like other Eternians he is calculating and we will see him again. Also, @charminggold25 told me he reminds him of Ellen which is so funny

Foxx (bodyguard) is based on a real-life person u know and acts as an outsider looking in. He’s known Jack since he was younger and being employed by the Swans had saved him and his family. Although Night Swan wasn’t the greatest person, she kept him and his kids alive and for that, he’s indebted to the Swans. If not for their employment he would have turned back to a life of crime from which he came. He has three kids, (two daughters and a son) his middle child (the son) is a fan of Jack Rose and ultimately serves to bridge their connection. Foxx sees his son in Jack and also remembers how he was as a kid and feels compelled to step in even if just for his son. Like most Eternians, he is not particular about Dancinites so seeing Roland as an enemy is not that difficult. He’s come to see Jack as a friend rather than an employer and shares his triumphs and downfalls.

Sting (Bodyguard) is introduced a lot later than Foxx when Jack realizes the situation is too big for just them. He acts as a refresher character who adds some new eyes into each scenario. He’s less seasoned compared to Foxx and that breaks up Foxx’s stiffness. He lives in the same neighborhood as Foxx but lives with his grandmother (who taught him Spanish) Sting isn’t upset about the promotion but is happy to be included. Originally, he was named Gordy Sting after Gordon Sting who sings for The Police *COUGH COUGH* message in the bottle! But got switched to Sammy Sting bc the chapter he’s introduced in is a song sang by Sammy Hagar.

Electra (sound coordinator) She exists because I needed someone on the inside as far as technology goes. She’s overconfident and knows what she’s doing. She is from a different Eternian city and acclimated to Eternyx City well.

Soong (Doctor) is one of the first characters I made that we see. He’s distant and watches Jack’s gradual deterioration. Like most Eternians, he knows of Jack Rose but at surface level. He sees him after the initial encounter and watches how he shifts from fear to anger. Soong is last seen at the beginning of the second half of arc 1. He sees what happens to Jack at an intimate level. He also knows Roland and is afraid of him knowing what he’s capable of. He sees Jack first alone and scared but in their next encounter sees he is no longer alone. He is haunted by the image of Jack hemorrhaging on the hospital floor.

Sandy (tailor) comic relief character who is zero bullshit. Doesn’t see Jack or Wander as higher figures. Takes her job very seriously but she can tell something is up by the way Wander and Jack interact and puts in her two cents to Wander.

The man in the mirror: Bad ex of Jack Rose, his first (if u know u know) I’ll talk about him another time, He is called “Spike”

Characters are made for a purpose in Thorns 😉

#just dance #just dance 2023 #just dance 2024 #fanfic #There are Thorns on the Roses they Throw #jack rose just dance #wanderlust #original character #I may be forgetting some of them #there’s a lot ok!

[saintarmand]

8, 17, 21 & 22 for the iwtv ask thingy! 🤍

8. Who's your favorite actor?

jacob anderson. come on now. they're all great but he is ethereal. second place assad zaman

17. Have you read or watched anything because it was referenced in the show?

oh just a few things

love's coming of age by edward carpenter

chéri by colette

nausea by jean-paul sartre (louis was reading this in ep6 when lestat and claudia are playing chess while talking about nicki. you can't see the full cover but i went detective mode and figured it out)

madame bovary by gustave flaubert

a moveable feast by ernest hemingway (s2 first look "esurient hearts beating as one, the rumbling beast of the moveable feast")

iolanta (tchaikovsky opera)

don pasquale (donizetti opera)

pelléas et mélisande (debussy opera)

a doll's house (henrik ibsen play)

a streetcar named desire (tennessee williams play) + the movie with marlon brando

i didnt read the full text but i did hunt down and read parts of "de masticatione mortuorum, the chewing dead" that claudia mentions, full title "dissertatio historico-philosophica de masticatione mortuorum" by philip rohr (1679) (view the original manuscript here + english translation here)

i havent finished all of emily dickinson's poems yet but im getting there! (some of these i had read before ofc but im reading them all in order now)

ive also previously watched nosferatu (and rewatched it for iwtv) and the trimph of the will (NOT rewatching 💀 that was for a film history class) and ive read dante's inferno which louis mentions ("if i was to join dante's wood of the self-murdered...") and i highly recommend it!!! absolute fav

there's also stuff that wasn't directly referenced in the show but the fandom has drawn parallels to, that i've read and watched for that reason.

anne carson's an oresteia (to better understand all the agamemnon iphigenia clytemnestra electra comparisons people make)

giovanni's room by james baldwin

rebecca (1940 film)

theres def more movies but i cant remember lol

and theres some nonfiction books i've yet to finish bc im slow at nonfiction

the vampire: a casebook by alan dundes (cited by writers as s2 inspo! about irl vampire folklore)

black new orleans 1860-1880 by john w. blassingame for historical context

the theatre of fear and horror by mel gordon, on the grand guignol aka the inspiration for theatre des vampires (i did finish this one except for the summaries of all the plays, i decided to skip that there's so many. very engaging read and gives a lot of insight into the some of the bts stuff we've seen about the theatre)

louis's favorite movies from the tale of the the body thief!

la belle et la bête (1946)

the company of wolves (1984)

the dead (1987)

i may be forgetting some stuff. there's also so much more on my list that i mean to get to. a prayer for owen meany by john irving, of "memory is a monster" quote fame is locked and loaded for example

if anyone's interested to hear my thoughts on any of these feel free to ask i would love to talk about it!!!

all this and i've still only read the first 6 of the actual vampire chronicles. and im still procrastinating starting merrick

21. What was your favorite monologue of season one?

HMM the obvious one is louis's confession. ive watched the whole sequence from the funeral to the end of the episode a truly unhealthy number of times. also claudia's coffin monologue

22. Who's your favorite character? Why?

LOUIS. probably because i relate to him so much. instant connection. tricked into loving myself. also like hes literally louis how could i not love him do i need to even explain this

when i started reading the books i didnt care for book louis that much lol but i did become an armand stan. possibly bc i also relate to him im selfish like that i guess. also just his whole backstory and the way it informs everything he does is so fascinating to me. ppl say hes incomprehensible and hes literally not. everything he does makes sense when you consider his life experiences

iwtv ask game

#iwtv #s #asks #interview with the vampire #vampterview #vampterviewing

[psychedelic-ink]

hey sil!!! for your drabble weekend 💕

i’m in the mood to be hurt perhaps in an au where elektra survived & matt is in a relationship with reader, and he breaks it off to go and run away with elektra 🥲

if you don’t vibe with this don’t worry AT all but this does play on my mind way too often 😵‍💫

gosh this is just such a sad thought, yet it was so nice to write 😭

– no romeo.

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

genre: angst with no happy ending

word count: 622

summary: matt leaves you for electra.

☕️ drabble weekend (open)☕️

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” 

You stare at him, unblinking, as he stands idly by the door, his fingers clenched around his duffel bag filled with the stuff he had left at your apartment during the months you’ve been together. His body’s facing you and his head is tilted to the side as if he’s watching but you know that can’t be true. Surely he wouldn’t act so casual about it if he could see the tears glistening in your eyes. 

“Matt,” your voice trembles, oh how you hate the way that it trembles. “You…you just can’t leave me without even saying a word…Did– Did I do something wrong?” 

“No,” 

“Then why?” 

“Things just got complicated,” he lets out a sharp breath. “There’s someone else,” 

“What?”  

You can’t hide the shock in your voice, you take a step forward, eyes wide and a sole tear escaping when you blink. You weren’t even aware Matt knew anyone else besides Foggy and Karen, pain settles in your heart and it’s painful, it feels like someone is actively squeezing it. It hurts. It hurts so bad and you don’t know what to do to make it go away. 

“You should sit down,” his voice echoes, a hint of worry laced in his tone. “You’re going to faint,” 

“And how could you possibly know that?” you hiss. “You were cheating on me?” 

“No, it’s just,” he sighs, scratching the back of his head. “I don’t know how to explain it but I need to go. I can’t leave her,” 

“What about me?!” you finally reach your breaking point, tears streaming down your face and your fists clenched. “You were my everything Matt, I’ve shared so much of myself with you– How…how can you just leave me behind for someone else? Am I that worthless to you?” 

You look down, warm tears sliding down your face as you begin to tremble. You hear Matt walking towards you, his steps hurried and silent. He cups both of your cheeks, it hurts even more now, how can he be leaving you when his embrace still feels like home. 

“You were never worthless to me,” he says, thumbs drawing slow circles. “Is just that my priorities lay with someone else,” 

Even if he can’t see it you glare at him, you roughly push his hands away and take a step back. You hug yourself, becoming smaller as you try to forget the warmth of his fingers against your skin. 

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” you whisper, shaking your head. “Just go Matt, I’ve never thought you could hurt me like this,” 

You don’t look at him, your gaze glued to the floor until you hear the door close. The beating of your heart rings in your ears, your breathing uneven and fast as you stumble towards the couch. You collapse immediately, tears now freely flowing down your cheeks. Your vision becomes blurry and you cover your eyes with your hands, you couldn’t believe he had left. You couldn’t believe he tried to console you by saying the absolute worst thing. So in the end you were never his priority, whoever that other woman was, she was more important than you, she was worth the trouble. 

You only feel the unbearable pain. A heavy weight sitting on your chest as you sniffled into your palms, the tears seemingly never ending. 

You hate him. Hate the way you love him. Hate the way you still feel the ghost of his touch across your cheeks. It was like a twisted parting gift. You would feel his last lingering touch for months, years maybe. 

You hate him so much, yet, your heart still flutters when you think of him. 

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil x reader #matt murdock angst #daredevil angst #drabble weekend !

[lighttailoring]

Character ask! The terrible cape-wearing man. 1, 5, 18 (doesn't have to be in canon, though, if you have headcanons), 20

KRENK

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Ughhh okay so I HATE him but I also LOVE him for the exact same reasons that I FUCKING HATE HIM. He's so clever but he's also such a little bitch! He works so hard just to get noticed and immediately self sabotages by throwing a tantrum when the people he should have known would be rude and cruel to him are rude and cruel to him! He's a genius but uses that intelligence to worm his way in with the popular kids instead of idk, doing anything worthwhile or making actual friends! Because he hates himself for what he is!!! Fucking hell I need him to be in Andor I need to him to be in the one Star Wars show that actually does class analysis because "self-made man who hates himself for his working-class roots even more than the people he's so desperately trying to make love him do and in doing so makes it a self-fulfilling prophecy that they all laugh at him behind his back" is just SO GOOD. Also I hate him. I hope Tony somehow makes him eat shit and die in Andor as well as Rogue One so that I can watch him eat shit and die twice.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Daddy Like by Dorian Electra

This started as a joke for the toxic throuple playlist but now the irony has become sincere. "I wanna get you to want me to love you..." yeah

18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

KRENNIC AND GALEN fucking hell. Even just in Rogue One you can sense how much depth there is to that relationship (how much is down to Gilroy's script doctoring and how much is purely Ben Mendelsohn and Mads Mikkelsen's acting idk). The initial admiration, the ongoing begrudging admiration, the stubborn refusal to accept that Galen might actually respect him as a person and want good things for him, the coercion that destroys everything and then all that's left is bitter, poisonous resentment... that SLAP. AAAAA.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Could Krennic have a friend? I honestly don't know. I know we have discussed at length the kind of relationship he could potentially have with Syril but even then he'd have his finger on the garbage disposal button the whole time. I don't think he'd ever trust anybody, or more importantly respect anybody who trusted him. Oh well sucks to be him I guess *replays him getting shot for the 300th time*

#orson krennic #he's a bastard. but... no he's just a bastard. #horrible cape man

[janggtoco]

songs you associate your moots with?

okie anon. u didn't know this but you asked someone who takes their music recs very seriously so letsgetit (i only picked songs from my fave albums & liked songs playlist, nothing but the best for my favorite people)

@seokgyuu: dog days are over by florence + the machine - the reason i picked this for mitchie is bcs literally the WEEK maybe even the DAY we started regularly talking, i instantly felt less lonely and felt more ready to just. rebuild my life. and she gave me much more motivation and inspiration and i was just a much happier person to be on this app ;-; she's the reason i'm back to being my somewhat normal self.. i'm forever grateful for her love ;-;

leave all your loving and longing behind / you can't carry it with you if you want to survive / the dog days are over / can you hear the horses? / cause here they come

@seokmins: st. patrick by pvris but also lay me down by sam smith - i mean. obviously i had to pick the song that inspired the first chapter of my own series white noise.. but lay me down.. it's just the perfect calming song. i can't explain it but it's so elv-coded for me.. both of these are tbh. elv helps me forget the bad in my life and i hope i give her even just a fraction of the comfort and happiness she gives me ;-;

but please stay / cause i think you're a saint and i think you're an angel / i said you give me something to talk about that's not the shit in my head / you're a miracle

&

told me not to cry when you're gone / but the feeling's too overwhelming it's much too strong / can i lay by your side? next to you / and make sure you're alright / i'll take care of you / and i don't want to be here if i can't be with you tonight

@bitchlessdino: bubblegum bitch by marina - nana just kind of own bubblegum pink in my mind right now (it's also perfect for her online theme for both of her blogs rn).. i don't think this song really embodies nana in any way other than her fierce alter ego that comes out when you wrong her or her loved ones. like she is queen electra heart what can i say!!

i'll chew you up and i'll spit you out / cause that's what young love is all about / so pull me closer and kiss me hard / i'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart

@bisexualgyu: intro/forgive me by chloe x halle but also mundo by iv of spades - listen. rhys has chloe x halle energy. don't fight me on this. like this whole album is lowkey her-coded deservedly so. and mundo is a little obvious (at least for her). she knows why <3

so forgive me, forgive me / i've been going too hard in your city / so forgive me cause i'm not teary / best believe i move onto better things

&

limutin na ang mundo / nang magkasama tayo / sunod sa bawat galaw / hindi na maliligaw / mundo'y magiging ikaw

@97-liners: daddy lessons by beyoncé - picked this one just bcs it tells the trials and tribulations of growing up with a tough parent and ultimately loving them through all their flaws while also realizing the trauma they put you through. not to get deep but yeah skdjfs sorry to give you a country song jackie but at least it's beyonce 😭

tough girl is what i had to be / he said, "take care of your mother / watch out for your sister" / and oh, that's when he gave to me / with his gun, with his head held high / he told me not to cry / oh, my daddy said shoot

@gguksgalaxy: bitch, don't kill my vibe by kendrick lamar - just ready to be straight chillin'. tired of the drama. here for a good time with people who also won't cause too much drama. also just a straight up club banger lol.

i am a sinner / who's probably gonna sin again / lord forgive me / things i don't understand / sometimes i need to be alone / bitch don't kill my vibe / i can feel your energy from two planets away / i got my drink i got my music i would share it but today i'm yelling / bitch don't kill my vibe

@taeiltual: nights w u by tiffany day - just such a lovely feel good person that i love talking to and always brightens my day! this song is just bouncy and lovely just like bex in my mind <3 sdkfjs

but we don't got to talk about it / i just want to dance around / all night with you, you, you, you / cause i don't wanna feel the pressure / know that I'll be better when all my nights / are with you, you, you, you

#as always any moots i missed who want a song just send an ask~ #this was so fun i hope ya'll like your songs i tried to stay away from kpop skdfjsj #but i can do kpop too 🫶🏾 #anonymous #asks

[auroragehenna]

No matter how much you squirm you won‘t get out ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TW: Electrocution, knife whump, intimte/creepy-whumper, angel/demon whump, pet whump, petnames, non-con touch (non-sexual

Word count: 2‘043

Harmonia was once again questioning her life choices. But this time she fucked up big time. And that even though everything was going so well. Even if she was still new to the people that had hired her, she was sure she could pull this off if she put her all into it. Now she was lying next to her target, partially restraining one of the princess’s arms and one of her own arms stretched out over the princess’s throat. Her right arm was restrained by the other girl whose free hand was around her own throat. When she finally managed to pry the hand away from her throat, the partially restrained arm managed a touch in return.

“I don’t necessarily need to choke you Angel and you know it. Do you know that at a certain voltage lightning becomes really hot?”, the princess taunts.

Harmonia subconsciously tried to wiggle away from the touches on her throat, but it was no use. A dulled-out part of her brain wondered weakly about the lightning. Didn’t the princess have different magic?

“So, what are you going to do, huh? Torture me? Interrogate me simultaneously? Kill me?”

“So impatient.” The princess laughed.” It’s like you’re begging me to hurt you.”

Harmonia scoffs: “You wish.”

“Oh, sweetheart if I wanted to get you begging I could. But that’s no fun yet.”

“I. would. rather. die.” Harmonia shoots back. “Alright, sure.” The princess conjures a ball of lightning. After a few moments, she begins to speak again. “Okay, that voltage should be deadly even for angels.”

In the next second, she directs the lightning onto Harmonia.

And the last thing Harmonia knows is every fibre of her being on fire, every muscle contracted. Then blackness.

Electra got up on her feet and swooped the unconscious angel into her arms. Then she went to the door, laid a hand on it, and watched as the rectangle turned into a portal looking into a room with a stone floor, no windows and a cheminee. The demoness walked through the portal and entered the other room.

There already waiting were two other creatures.

“You, clean this!”, she ordered a boy that appeared to be a fey. “And you, go fetch me some clothes, I think the same size as yours should suffice.”, she ordered an older-looking centaur.

The two creatures hurried to do as told and shortly after both tasks were completed. The two returned to their places in front of their owner, kneeling with lowered heads.

Electra approached them and halted a few paces before them. “Rise.”, she ordered, more gently this time. The creatures instantly obeyed, standing in front of her and shyly holding eye contact. Then Electra gently stroked their hair. “Well done, my dolls.” She could feel how eagerly her dolls leaned into her touch. Then she heard Harmonia move a bit behind her. She let go of her dolls and tried not to visibly enjoy the despair in their eyes at that. “Leave us.”, she ordered and they left the room.

-----

Slowly but surely Harmonia came out of the thick black. Regaining each sense after the other. She felt groggy as if she got run over by a herd of pegasi. Next, she registered that she was laying on her stomach and tried to stretch her wings but nothing happened. Trying to move a finger or her legs did her no good either. That sped up her coming back to consciousness drastically because now adrenaline pumped through her veins. Harmonia tried to move her head; that was the only thing that worked. However, she froze right back up as she heard steps echo through the room behind her. It couldn’t be a big room if it reverberated like that she thought dully. The steps come to a halt next to Harmonia’s head and, even with her instincts screaming at her not to, she turned her head towards them.

“So, finally awake huh angel? You nearly had me worried if I took too much voltage and if you’re so much more fragile than the other angels I met.”

Harmonia recognized the voice and finally through clouded consciousness and adrenaline her memories set in.

“Demon-bitch.”, she pressed out in response.

The other just laughed. Ma’am will do just fine.”

„Go home!“

The demon‘s smile dropped off her face and the playful spark left her eyes. She stepped closer, crouched down, and grabbed Harmonia by the throat, nails digging into the skin ever so slightly. „Watch your mouth, dear. You won‘t like what happens otherwise.“

“Oh, really?”, Harmonia choked out before the demon cut off her air completely. Slowly Harmonia runs out of air but not without glaring daggers at her capturer.

Moments before the angel could pass out, the other let go and got up again. She moved her finger a tiny bit and watched the young woman start to cough and curl in on herself ever so slightly. Her eyes widen in surprise before white, marble-like fingers reach up to her throat to gently touch the sensitive red. She squeezes her eyes shut for a second before the moment’s gone and she straightens up again.

With a kick, the demon turns Harmonia on her back, where she puts a foot on her stomach, pressing down. “I technically just wanted to get you settled in right now, but if it’s your wish to misbehave then I can reschedule and we’ll hold your first lesson instead. What will it be?”

Harmonia narrowed her eyes in pure hatred but then retreated to a neutral expression and body language.

„Very good. Sit up.“

Harmonia pushes herself up, into a sitting position and stretches her wings.

„Now kneel.“

Harmonia’s eyes snap up and find hers. She straightens up and barely noticeably holds her head up higher. Her whole face is now closed off again.

The demon sighs. “Listen here doll. We both know how you got here. It was your own fault really. You and your pile of puny little feathered choir kids tried to assassinate a princess of Gehenna. You greatly underestimated the difficulty of doing that and ran into our trap. My trap. That goes to show that you obviously weren’t made for complexity. So, I took you in and now all you have to do is look pretty, entertain me, and obey. And we can do this the hard way or the easy way, both works well for me, just know that eventually, the ending will always be the same.”

Harmonia stayed stoic but the demon could see a flicker in her eyes that wasn’t there before.

“Alright then, the hard way. I’m just going to make some things clear before we begin. My name is Electra but you won’t address me like that. You will address me as Ma’am. Always. You will do whatever I say and remember the rules I give you. Break a rule you will get punished depending on the severity of your disobedience. Behave nicely and you get rewards. Understood, so far doll?”

“I heard you.”, the angel bit out.

“Excuse me?” Electra’s voice got a threatening nuance.

“I heard you…Ma’am.”, she forced out eventually.

It was painfully forced but it was something. Progress is progress Electra thought to herself.

“Now then. Let’s start with your training, shall we.”

And before Harmonia could react her body lit up in pain and the air filled with the crackling of electricity and Harmonia’s half-suppressed groans.

After what feels like a whole eternity Electra draws back her electricity. She inspects the angel laying before her on the ground. Still twitching from the electricity left in her body. “Kneel.”, Electra orders.

“Fu-Fuck-you.”, Harmonia bites out. She glares up at her in rage.

“Hmm, seems like this isn’t going with you, is it? Pure physical pain isn’t your thing, huh, doll? Let’s try something else as well. She pushed her hand forward towards Harmonia, who was thrown against a wall of the room. There she kept her, not being able to move a finger. Her angel’s eyes went wide as she watched Electra slowly advance towards her. “I believe you got something wrong here, my dear doll. You believe you’re your own person. You believe this isn’t your life. That I am…unjust.” Electra came to a halt in front of Harmonia. “That faux life of yours ended the second you took on that job. This is your life now. I am your life now! You will comply, and if you keep up your defiant façade I will put you through worse than you could even fathom. But that’s messy. So, I will give you a gift, a warning, not to defy me.” Electra burned away Harmonia’s shirt and lit up her finger with lightning. “Don’t worry, this won’t shock you.” She pressed her finger on the skin above Harmonia’s heart and let the lightning sink into her skin.

“You demon-bitch, what did you do to me?!-Argh!”

Pleased with herself Electra sees tiny lines spread out from the angel’s heart, carving themselves into her skin. There was no blood flowing out but Electra made had made sure it hurt.

Harmonia follows her gaze and sees the lines as well. They reminded her of cracks, or rather…lightning and she knew she would shudder if she could. “Wtf did you do?!”

This time her angel only sucked in air sharply in response to more pain flaring up.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, my dear doll, you really need to get brighter.”

This earned her a sarcastic look from her angel which resulted in the carved lines spreading out more.

Electra grabbed her angel by the jaw and leaned in close as she said: “Understand that you are mine to own and mine to do whatever I please with. This is your only purpose.” She shifted her hand to caress the side of her face, claws ever so slightly touching the skin. With a flick of her hand, she released her angel and swiftly caught her in what seemed like a hug. Gently she then started to pet her doll’s wings and murmured in her ear: “Do you understand that now, doll?”

Harmonia was sure her tormentor could feel how she was shaking against her. She had the urge to twitch her wings away from the touch but was too scared that the demon might hurt them.

“I’m waiting, Harmonia-doll.”

Harmonia choked on air before she managed a shaky. “Yes, Ma’am. I understand.”

“You understand what? Say it, doll.”

“I understand that this is my purpose. That I am yours to own, yours to do whatever you please to do with me. Ma’am.”

“Very good, doll.”

Harmonia avoided her tormentor’s cold eyes when she finally let go of her after a last pet over her wings. Electra observed her angel for a few moments. She was not perfectly happy with her progress yet but could see that her angel was too emotional to work efficiently.

“I will send a maid to bring you food and water to wash yourself. You are to not interact with them, they won’t react to you anyway. Do that and then go to sleep. I expect you well rested and ready for tomorrow’s training. Do you understand, doll?”

“I understand, Ma’am.”, Harmonia answered, now more exhausted than scared.

“Good.” And with that Electra left the room, magically locking the door again behind her.

Harmonia just stood there, still shaking. How did she get here?? How??? Eventually, she zoned back enough to shake her head and walk to the fireplace. There she sat down, her wings around her and tried to get warm despite the cold of the stone floor and the shock. When the maid came she gladly ate the dinner and washed herself with a warm cloth. After she changed into the new clothing she rolled herself in front of the fireplace, wings covering whatever bit of her they could. She wasn’t given a blanket and the stone was hard but she was used to harsher conditions and terribly exhausted from the torture and the adrenaline. So, she fell asleep quickly. Drifting off in an uneasy rest.

#jayna's writing #I am going to continue this a lot #If you want to be tagged tell meee #whump #“No matter how much you squirm you won‘t get out” #whump writing #whumpee #whump blog #intimate whumper #whump dialogue #intimate/creepy whumper #electrocution #torture #angel whumpee #demon whumper #magic whump #fantasy whump #knife whump #lady whump

[sweet-dining-car]

"absentmindedly playing with the other's fingers" Electboose

“I’ll have a large macchiato and a ham and swiss sandwich and he’ll have a large coffee with 3 shots of caramel and one shot of white chocolate with extra whipped cream and chocolate shavings on the to.” Electra told the cashier of the coffee shop. Caboose lightly tapped Electra’s side, signaling something had been forgotten. “Ahh yes and a vanilla cake pop, one with sprinkles. Actually make that 2 cake pops.” The cashier added the cake pops onto the order. “And can I have a name for the order?” “Electra~” The cashier nodded. “That will be $12.87, please listen for your name to be called.” Electra payed for the order and he and Caboose sat down at a nearby table.

“Thanks for ordering for me, I still don’t really like to do that…” Caboose said quietly. It wasn’t that he was unable to, it just made him very uncomfortable and he didn’t like to do it. He had always ordered online before and even when he and Dinah would get food together neither of them liked to have to order and would rock paper scissors for who had to which often ended in him begging Dinah to order when he lost. It was nice to have someone so willing to help him while he got over his fear.

“No problem. I really don’t mind.” Electra smiled. “Fears are fears, it takes time to get over them. Like me and thunder storms, you helped me though that and now I don’t feel like I have to hide under the blankets anymore. That’s because you helped me.”

Caboose couldn’t help but smile. He remembered the nights that he would talk Electra through thunderstorms so that he wouldn’t panic and hide under the covers. It was almost cute to him, seeing his much taller boyfriend dash under the covers and hide himself whenever he heard a little bit of thunder. “Well I didn’t want you to be afraid forever…” Caboose said and lightly rolled his feet along the floor. “All I had to do was roll back the covers a little more each time.” “And I’m very grateful for that~” Electra reached across the table and held Caboose’s hand. “I’m very grateful for you too…”

Caboose blushed. He and Electra intertwined fingers and Caboose pressed his finger tips against Electra’s then dropped both of their fingers on the table then pressed their finger tips together again. He continued doing this without paying much attention for a while and Electra simply watched and smiled. The moment was soon ended by a worker calling out “Order for Electra?” and Electra had called out to Caboose.

“Hey? Do you want to pick up the order?” Electra offered seeming to snap Caboose out of his trance of playing with both of their fingers. “Oh I don’t know Lexi…” Caboose said cautiously. “While it does sound easier then ordering I just don’t know…” “Well it’s just rolling back the covers a little, it won’t be that bad and I’ll be here with you alright?” Electra encouraged. “You can do it!”

Caboose smiled, now feeling a bit more confident he stood up from the table and went to retrieve the order. He said a few words to the worker then came back to Electra. “I did it!” Caboose said proudly. “That you did! I’m very proud of you!” Electra cheered causing Caboose to blush slightly.

“Oh, but it looks like they got the cake pop orders wrong though…” Caboose sighed. “They put sprinkles on my coffee and chocolate shavings on the cake pops, but it’s fine a guess~” Electra shook his head. “No no no, they need to make this right! I’ll be right back.” With that Electra then stood up and went to find the one responsible for messing up the order and to give them a piece of his mind.

Caboose put his chin in his hand and sighed. That was his boyfriend alright, it was nice to have someone to help him get over his fears as well as someone who will make sure people get your order right.

#starlight express #stex #electra the electric engine #cb the red caboose #stex electra #stex cb #electboose #electric radio #starlight express fanfic #stex fanfic #stex fanfiction #thanks for the ask!

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites in: Ultra Opposites Episode #6: “All Hands on Deck” (for @avaveevo)

Here is out it began, a pirate is watching over the town evilly, who goes by the name of, Captain Rusty!

Captain Rusty: Well, well. This is GeenaDavisville. Let’s wreck some havoc boys!

The Pirate Army laugh evilly. The next day, Terry sees an attack happening around town.

Terry: Holy shit! Korvo, come here!

Korvo: Coming my love! Kids, let’s go!

Jesse: Yes! Crime-fighting time, bitach!

Yumyulack: Hell yeah! Let’s fucking go!

The group transforms into the Ultra Opposites as they do their super hero stances.

Terry/Solar Flare: Ultra Opposites, let's kick ass!

Then, the Ultra opposites flew to the city, while everyone watches them, including Yumyulack and Jesse’s classmate Sonya

Sonya: Wow.

The Ultra Opposites sees a bunch of pirate goons and starts to fight them off.

Terry/Solar Flare: Eat fire, motherfuckers!

Solar Flare shoots fireballs at the goons

Jesse/Electra: Guess what Goonies! You just got Electra’d

Electra waves her wrecking ball around as she channels her anger and hits it with the electric charge of it!

Goon: Get the ice guy!

Legendary Super Shlorpian growls as his eyes glow aquamarine and he turns into his Super Shlorpian form. Solar Flare bites his lip as he looks at his husband.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: You pirates bitches need to fucking chill out!

Legendary Super Shlorpian fires his ice breath at the goons that freeze them and roars. He uses his ice breath to freeze the goons as Solar Flare blushes at his husband and kiss him on the cheek. Legendary Super Shlorpian giggles and blushes.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Now it’s my turn!

Psylock uses his mind blast with his kind reading powers and it blast the guards away. Psylock charges up his powers and yells as he lets out a brain wave explosion. Daryl blushes as he smiles

Sonya: Wow! These aliens are heroes!

Daryl: Hey, babe!

Psylock winks at Daryl.

Goon: Aaah! Retreat!

Jesse/Electra: Yeah! That's right! Ya better run!

The town cheer, but then Solar Flare looks at the pirate symbol.

Terry/Solae Flare: Hmmm….

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: turning back to his normal self What is it dear!

Yumyulack/Psylock: What is it?

Terry/Solar Flare: A pirate symbol. We better get this to Janiz.

Back at the house, Janiz looks at the photo of the pirate symbol.

Janiz: Yep this Captain Rusty alright. Dangerous pirate of all the lands. Been plundering villages and stuff

Jesse/Electra: Yeesh. I had no idea pirates were real!

Janiz: Well, they are. And I think they're after you guys.

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: How do you know who he is?

Janiz: Let’s just say. I read some history. gets out a book about Shlorp and other planets’ history and creatures

Terry/Solar Flare: Damn.

Janiz opens a book, which reveals the facts about Rusty.

Janiz: Says here a mermaid broke his heart which caused him to become evil.

Terry/Solar Flare: What? Seriously

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Well that’s a dumb reason for revenge

Janiz: What the book says it's true.

Jesse/Electra: I agree this is bullshit!

Janiz: And it gets worse!

Yumyulack/Psylock: It does?

Janiz turns to a page to reveal an ancestor of Korvo and Janiz fighting Captain Rusty.

Janiz: Turns out Rusty knows about the Cosmic Blast! I think he might be after you powers!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: He is?

Janiz: Luckily our ancestor stopped him. But Rusty vowed to get even one day!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Oh fuck

Jesse/Electra: Well, that's it! We're fucking done for! OUR LIVES ARE OVER!

Solar Flare then notice a strange black page in the book while L.S.S. comforts Electra.

Terry/Solar Flare: Huh?

Janiz: What is it?

Solar Flare flips the page over the black page where it has a headline…. “MUNDANE”

Terry/Solar Flare: What the fuck?

Yumyulack/Psylock: What's a Mundane?

Janiz: Another monster Shlorpian…

Janiz explains the origins of a Mundane which shows a young Shlorpian who resembles to Terry walking but then a group of Shlorpians starts to taint and ridicule him.

Janiz: Long ago, during the times of the discovery of the Super Shlorpian, a young Shlorpian was always ridiculed and put down by others

Terry/Solar Flare: What happened to them?

Janiz: He ran off alone, the reason why he was ridicule is because of a pair of lava black scabs all over his body, which was something he was born with

The young Shlorpian runs off in tears, and he tries to fall off a cliff.

Jesse/Electra: That's awful.

Janiz: He was so depressed and overwhelmed, he fell off a cliff until suddenly, a Super Shlorpian came and saved his life…

The young Shlorpian fell as he close his eyes, but then he open his eyes and a sees a Super Shlorpian. The young Shlorpian gasps.

Janiz: He so amazed by its beauty. It was our ancestors, Koran, the first one to become a Super Shlorpian.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Woah...really?

Janiz: Yes. He knew about the young Shlorpian’s condition. So, he gave him a special medicine, that helped his wounds

The young Shlorpian hugs Koran and leaves.

Janiz: But days past, the Shlorpians still continue to ridicule the young Shlorpian, even after his cure condition. That is one day, he suddenly began to change.

The young Shlorpian starts to feel a sharp pain in his head while his finger tips suddenly turns black.

Janiz: Something in him snapped, turning him into a terrifying creature.

The young Shlorpian eyes then starts glowing, he starts growing bigger and muscular, his voice deepens and his robes and shows rip apart as he roars. The other Shlorpians ran off screaming as the beast snarls.

Jesse/Electra: Did he become the Mundane creature thingy?

Janiz: Tragically, yes…

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: Oh no...

The young Shlorpian, now a Mundane growls until he sees another female Shlorpian in trouble. He roars and kills the bandit that tried to rob her as she gasp. She then smiles and comforts the Mundane creature, that starts whimpering.

Young Female Shlorpian: Ssh…

The Mundane stops snarling and sobs. The young female Shlorpian soothes as she smiles at it, it then whimpers as she wipes as his tears and turns back into the young Shlorpian, the female Shlorpian smiles. The flashback ends.

Janiz: Afterwards, the young half Mundane fell in love with and wedded with a lifemate. But, as the years past, it has passed on to their Replicants during their come of age, who passed it onto theirs, once they turned 13 years old. Luckily, the only way to control the beast within ia to channel their powers and remember the ones who love them the most before they lose it.

Terry/Solar Flare: Shit. That's deep...

Legendary Super Shlorpian starts crying.

Jesse/Electra: I agree…

Solar Flare sees his husband crying and gasps.

Terry/Solar Flare: Baby, what’s wrong?

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: That poor Shlorpian...he's been through so much...

Terry/Solar Flare comforts Legendary Super Shlorpian as he holds him close.

Terry/Solar Flare: I know, honey, I know. But it's okay. That was a long time ago.

Electra then looks at the monster and then realize something.

Jesse/Electra: Hey I think that’s the monster from my dreams when I was a sproutling.

Yumyulack/Psylock: It is?

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: You saw a Mundane as an infant?

Jesse/Electra: Yeah. Terry disappeared and that monster showed up. It was crazy.

Terry/Solar Flare: No way…

The flashback starts with baby Jesse crying until she saw something through own eyes but there was muffling. It was Mundane with glowing orange eyes, but looks familiar. The Mundane heads up close to baby Jesse as it picks her up and starts soothing her as she continues crying.

Mundane: muffling It's okay...Sssh. Daddy's here. Don't cry.

Baby Jesse whimpers but then notice something behind those orange eyes as she taught the Mundane’s face and giggles. Back to the present...

Jesse/Electra: The weirdest thing is... he sounded like you, Terry.

Terry/Solar Flare: Really? To be honest, I don’t remember any of that…

Jesse/Electra: Me neither. One minute I open my eyes, I was in Terry’s arms and he was back and the Mundane was gone.

Janiz: Odd...we must-

Suddenly, they heard a screaming sound. It was Sonya, who is taken by Captain Rusty.

Yumyulack/Psylock: SONYA!

Jesse/Electra: Oh no! Our classmate is in trouble!

Legendary Super Shlorpian wipes away his tears and looks determined.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Come on guys! We got a girl to save!

Terry/Solar Flare: Got it!

Once Legendary Super Shlorpian transforms into his Super Shlorpian form and carries Pupa, who giggles, the heroes fly off to save their friend. The heroes land on the ship.

Captain Rusty: Well well well, if it isn’t the Ultra Opposites and their pet blob!

Pupa is offended.

Jesse/Electra: Hey! Don’t talk to our baby brother like that!

Captain Rusty: Well it is!

Terry/Solar Flare: No he is not! He is our precious sweet baby boy, you fucker!

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: Give Sonya back!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Yeah! Let our classmate go!

Captain Rusty: Battle my first mate and I'll consider.

Terry/Solar Flare: Uh oh… I don’t like the sound of that…

A giant robot appears.

Yumyulack/Psylock: A fucking robot?! That is not piratey!

Captain Rusty: Crush 'em!

The Ultra Opposites smirk and springs into action while Sonya gasp in amazement. Jesse/Electra attacks with her wrecking ball. It created a hole in the robot’s left arm, that spark while Electra ducks and grabs Sonya as Sonya screams.

Sonya: Woah! You are awesome!

Jesse/Electra: Really?! Thanks, the name is Electra!

Sonya: Well, Electra, I appreciate the rescue.

Psylock then creates wave blast that nearly knocks the robot as it tries to grab him, but luckily Psylock manage to fly up.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Jesus, that thing has a screw loose!

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Stand back! I got this!

Legendary Super Shlorpian uses his ice breath. The robot’s metal then reflected the ice breath while the Ultra Opposites fly up while Legendary Super Shlorpian carries Sonya!

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: You okay?

Sonya: Yeah. Thanks to you four! Thanks for coming to rescue me!

Terry/Solar Flare: No prob. Now let's-

The Ultra Opposites then dodge a laser shot by the robot as they courageously fly back down there. Psylock reads the robot's mind to find his weakness

Yumyulack/Psylock: I found his weakness! A trample wire in his head! That can help take him out!

Jesse/Electra: I'll handle it!

Electra grins as he gets out her wrecking ball but then Captain Rusty grabbed her as she gasp.

Jesse/Electra: Hey!

Captain Rusty: You're not going anywhere, you little brat!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Oh no! He’s got Electra!

Something in Solar Flare snaps.

Terry/Solar Flare: Ggggrrrr! You bitch! flies down there with orange glowing eyes

Solar Flare then lands and growls as he looks at Captain Rusty in fury.

Captain Rusty: Ooh. Someone snapped. I'm so-

Solar Flare punches Captain Rusty in the face as he throws Electra towards the robot as she gets out her wrecking ball as she grins

Jesse/Electra: TAKE THIS!

Electra swings her electric ball around and it hears straight to the robot’s head, destroying it as it explodes.

Jesse/Electra: You just got Electra’d!

Everyone cheers for her.

Captain Rusty: Noooo! My robot! You ruined everything you little- suddenly gets punched by Solar Flare, who suddenly starts snarling in rage

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: Terry? Are you-

Solar Flare grabs Captain Rusty by his neck part and growls as he clench his fist.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Jesus, Terry! Calm down!

Terry/Solar Flare: screams in fury DON’T GO ANYWHERE NEAR ME OR MY FAMILY AGAIN!

Legendary Super Shlorpian runs up to his husband and tries to soothe him.

Terry/Solar Flare: snarls at Legendary Super Shlorpian, but then stops once Legendary Super Shlorpian soothes him by hugging him

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: It's okay.

Terry/Solar Flare: groans, but then starts whimpering

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: Hey, it's okay...

Solar Flare starts crying as Legendary Super Shlorpian comforts his husband. The two then kiss.

Yumyulack/Psylock, Jesse/Electra and Sonya: Eeew. Aw come on. Boo. Gross.

Pupa: Ew.

Captain Rusty: Oh this ain’t over! I’ll be back you fucking scurvy dogs and-

Sonya kicks Captain Rusty in the face.

Solar Flare and Legendary Super Shlorpian: Huh?

Jesse/Electra: That. Was. AWESOME!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Whoa. I didn’t know you could do that!

Pupa: Oooh!

Sonya: That was for kidnapping me!

Legendary Super Shlorpian then smirks and turns back into his Super Shlorpian form and blows Captain Rusty and his team away.

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: Good fucking riddance!

Sonya then hugs Legendary Super Shlorpian as she smiles, much to his surprise.

Sonya: Thanks, mister.

Super Shlorpian Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Anytime kiddo. You were very brave. Maybe one day, you’ll be a hero too.

Sonya: I hope so!

Jesse/Electra: Yeah. But remember, you don’t have to have powers to be a super hero. Just be yourself. And one day, you’ll be a hero too.

Sonya: I will! hugs Solar Flare

Solar Flare smiles while the town cheers. Later, after the Ultra Opposites return Sonya back home to her parents, Terry looks down sadly.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Terry?

Terry/Solar Flare: Kids, may I speak with your father alone please?

Jesse/Electra: Uh, sure?

As soon as the kids left, Legendary Super Shlorpian heads towards Solar Flare in concern.

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: Terry, what's wrong?

Solar Flare cries hysterically and runs into his husband's arms.

Terry/Solar Flare: Korvy… I’m scared…

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: Why?

Terry/Solar Flare: What happened to me?

Korvo/The Legendary Super Shlorpian: Oh, Terry, It's okay. You just got angry...

Terry/Solar Flare: tearfully But I lost my shit back there… like I am so sort of wild animal… what is happening to me…

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: I-I don’t know… Terry… is maybe some sort of new power of yours?

Terry/Solar Flare: It's not fair...I didn't do anything on purpose...

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: I know you didn’t… I know…

Terry/Solar Flare: Korvy? Can I kiss you?

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Oh. Why honey? Is because you feel scared?

Solar Flare nods.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: It’s okay. Even super hero aliens can be scared too. But, don’t worry, we’ll figure out how you are acting like this. I promise…

Terry/Solar Flare: Thanks...

The two superhero alien husbands then kiss away in a orbital background. But as the camera pans up to the sky, a black glowing orb piece appears as it heads towards Ophelia’s fortress. Ophelia grabs it as she looks at it curiosity.

Ophelia: Hmm...interesting.

As she looks at it closely, Ophelia grins evilly as she puts it in a loin cloth and folds it carefully without breaking it.

Ophelia: Brace yourselves, Ultra Opposites.

Ophelia laughs evilly while the camera pains over to a photo of Miss Frankie with an X on it and the episode fades to black.

TO BE CONTINUED

#solar opposites #solar opposites au #ultra opposites #the ultra opposites #tervo #terry/solar flare #korvo/legendary super shlorpian #pupa solar opposites #janiz solar opposites #Yumyulack/psylock #jesse/electra #sonya solar opposites #captain rusty #super shlorpian korvo

[greenelectricsky]

06.12 - stars! ✨💫🌟⭐✨🌟💫

Alonzo: You did all of that... For me?

Macavity: Yes.

Alonzo: It's... Thank you.

They sit together in their den, looking at the ceiling covered with shining stars, eating treats and cuddling. And all of this because Alonzo said some time ago, he would love to watch the stars for their anniversary, but today the sky was clouded and heavy freezing rain covered everything.

🌟⭐✨💫🌟⭐✨✨

Jennyanydot: So, let's check. Kittens are:

Clean? Not exactly. (Some of them are just dirty after playing outside)

Fed? More or less. (About the third part of the food is on them not in them.)

In beds? ... Well... (Most of them are piled together on pillows and blankets.)

They heard their bedtime story? Somehow... yes. (He rather sang to them various crazy songs created in the heat of the moment.)

They are happy? Yes.

Jennyanydot: It's... Not bad...

Mirage, with a shy voice: Star for trying, maybe? Please?

(Mirage is my oc. He lives in an esoteric shop, but he and his owner are very down to earth and rather cynical about it. Also, he isn't best with kids, because he is a rather good uncle than a competent parent. But he tires!)

🌟⭐💫✨🌟⭐💫

Etcetera, Jemima, Electra, Sillabub, Pouncival, Plato, Tumblebrutus, Admetus, Bill Bailey, George, Carbucketty, after Tugger's song: TUGGER! TUGGER! TUGGER!

Rum Tum Tugger: Who is your handsome idol?!?

Cats: Tugger!

Rum Tum Tugger: Who is your favourite singer?!?

Cats: Tugger!!!

Rum Tum Tugger: Who is your rockstar star?!?!?!

Cats: TUGGER!!!!!!!

Rum Tum Tugger: Yep, it's me!

Skimbleshanks to Munkustrap and Jenny: If he is a star maybe we should put him on top of the Christmas tree?

💫✨🌟⭐✨🌟✨

Munkustrap: Your fur reminds me of stars, you know?

Skimbleshanks: How? Stars are silver, only sun is gold.

Munkustrap, laughing: I don't believe it, but I'll cite Tugger "Sun is a star, right?"

(I'm not sorry, I just couldn't help myself ;) )

⭐💫🌟✨⭐💫✨

Alonzo and Munkustrap baking gingerbreads. Suddenly Skimbleshanks run in with something in his hand.

Skimbleshanks: I got it! I got it!

Alonzo: Oh, thanks Cat! You are a treasure, love!

Munkustrap: Perfect, darling. Now please, sit down, rest a moment with tea and finish decorate those troublemakers...

Skimbleshanks put a jar with little sugar stars on the table. They can't leave christmas tree cookies without stars at the tops, right?

✨🌟⭐💫✨🌟⭐

WARNING!!!!!! ABOUT SEX!!!!!!

Tugger loved to catch all of those little, shiny, colorful stars marring his lover's black as deepest night fur. He could chase them with his lips, tongue and teeth, leaving wet, hot tracks on that lithe, sensitive body.

Rum Tum Tugger: You are so beautiful, handsome... So perfect, so hot...

He said between licks and bites.

Mistoffelees, moaning deeply: Tugger... Please!

Rum Tum Tugger: Oh, no, darling, first I need to chase and catch all of those little beauties and then tell you more how extraordinary you are...

Misto's fur burst with thousands new stars from anticipation.

<prev next>

Rim Tum Tugger, gigging: Oh, you're not making it easy for any of us...

#cats the musical #cats musical #i think im funny #the rum tum tugger #rum tum tugger #mistoffelees #mr mistoffelees #mister mistoffelees #magical mister Mistoffelees #tuggoffelees #skimbleshanks #jennyanydots #munkustrap #alonzo #alonzo cats #macavity the mystery cat #macavity #macalonzo #alonvity #alonzo/macavity #macavity/alonzo #mirage #cats oc #cats ocs #skimblestrap #skimblonzostrap #skimbleshanks/alonzo/munkustrap #advent calendar #cats advent calendar

[theimpossiblescheme]

(Kind Of Not) A Big Deal

(My next entry for Carbucketty/Pouncival’s day of @flame-x‘s Kittens Week--I hope everyone enjoys!)

This whole thing was stupid, really.  It wasn’t like Macavity had really pulled his arm off or anything.  It was just twisted around a little–it was Carbucketty’s own fault for getting so close.  It would heal on its own, it was fine.  Honestly.

Jenny and Tanto didn’t seem to think so.  The former kept saying stuff like “Lucky you weren’t killed” and “What made you think you could take him on like that?” and “What were we supposed to do without you?”, all while shoveling spoonfuls of something that smelled like rotten fruit down his throat “for the pain” (what pain?  He felt fine, truly he did).  And the latter wouldn’t stop looking at him with those big, spooky blue eyes as they wrapped his shoulder in bandages that smelled like tea and dirt.  And now here he was, stuck in the healers’ den until they decided he was well enough to leave.  It hadn’t been so bad while Munkustrap and Alonzo were still here–at least when they fussed over him, they mentioned how brave Carbucketty had been to stand up to Macavity, even if only for a few seconds.  They appreciated him, being a future Protector like them and all.  But once they were healed up (and how unfair was that?  They were older, shouldn’t that make them slower to heal or something?) Carbucketty was left alone once more.  In the single most boring place in the Junkyard.  Probably without even a cool scar to show for his time, like Electra was gonna have.  Why didn’t she get sent here, too?  At least with her around, he’d have someone to talk to.

Whatever Tanto had put in his bandage was making him sleepy, so mostly he just napped to stave off boredom.  Half the time he’d wake up without any idea how long he’d been out, and Hathor would confirm for him that he’d missed most of the day.  And every single time he was horrified–what kind of Protector slept most of the day?  They needed to be alert at all times, sharp enough to hear a Pollicle coming halfway down the street!  If they slacked off, the whole Junkyard might get eaten or killed or worse (he couldn’t actually imagine what could be worse, but other cats said that all the time)!  He couldn’t keep laying around like this–he needed to get out of this den and back on duty!

So when Pouncival came to ask if he wanted to watch the morning patrol come in–”Maybe they’d let you walk them back to the gate”--of course Carbucketty said yes.  Even if watching was all he could do, that’d be enough to prove he was ready whenever they needed him.  He’d be like the wounded hero watching the army march home to victory.  Maybe then he’d get more appreciation out of the rest of them.

“Help me up onto the wall,” he said, bounding to his feet and rolling his shoulder to prove it still worked.

Pounce nodded, but looked a little dubious–oh, Everlasting Cat, not him, too!  “Or we could just go over to the gate and you can see through the bars.  Wouldn’t that work, too?”

“Yeah, but it’s not as cool, and I won’t be able to see them coming from very far.”  Pounce seemed to see the logic in that, nodding more vigorously this time and motioning for Carbucketty to follow him.  Right along the far wall of the healers’ den, there was a seam in the tarp that never closed all the way–they could sneak out through it.  Squeezing their way out, Pounce pulled over a stack of cardboard boxes and held out his paws for Carbucketty to climb up first.  Stepping up was no problem, but as soon as Pounce’s paws began to lift he felt his head start to float over his neck and a slight stinging in his shoulders…

Oh, right.  There was the pain.  Well, too late now.

He managed to stay upright all the way to the top of the boxes–he couldn’t just topple backwards and make Pounce fall, too.  Once he’d made it up onto the solid wall and could see out into the nearby alley, where Alonzo and Plato were leading back a group of Trainees with Electra and AJ bringing up the rear and laughing over a tiff with a particularly avid birdwatcher, Carbucketty felt the pain continue to shoot up through his arm and figured he’d better do the smart thing.

And fall forwards.

He heard Pounce’s panicked yelp and Alonzo’s equally panicked and very loud curse right before his jaw collided with someone’s shoulder.  It took him a moment to realize that Plato had caught him on his back and was now giving him a look of horrified concern.

“What are you trying to do, dislocate your other shoulder?” Alonzo demanded, giving him very much the same look.  “Aren’t you supposed to be in the healers’ den?”

His entire upper body felt like somebody had stuffed it with rocks now, but Carbucketty at least tried to shake his head.  “I j’st wanted to wait for you guys,” he wheezed out once his lungs were cooperating again.

As Alonzo squinted over the wall–and Pounce quickly made himself scarce, the traitor–Plato lowered Carbucketty to the ground as gently as he could and Electra came running over.  “You okay?” she gasped, paws hovering indecisively at her chest like she couldn’t decide to hug him or dust him off.  He probably would have batted them away anyway–his head hurt too much to care.

“He’ll be all right, he’s gonna walk back with us.”  Plato craned his neck down to look Carbucketty in the eye.  “You think you can make it?”  When Carbucketty nodded, Plato gave him a quick smile and motioned with his tail for everyone to keep going.

“I thought Jenny and Tanto were making you rest,” Electra said, refusing to leave his side even as he kept his eyes fixed in front of him.  “After that whole thing with Macavity throwing you.”

Carbucketty shrugged.  “I dunno, I just… didn’t want to let it get to me.  Figured it was the brave thing to do, right?”

At that, Electra gave him a very familiar Look.  The “All That’s Keeping Me From Punting You Across London Is The Fact That You’re Already Hurt” Look.  But somehow affectionate at the same time.  “You didn’t have to fall off a wall to make us think you were brave,” she drawled, the Look slowly softening.  “You already pretty much proved that a few nights ago at the Ball.”

He just shrugged again, but he still couldn’t help the little bit of pride swelling up in him at the recognition.  Especially from Electra, who was closer to his age and knew better than most adults about what really counted as a Big Deal.  It wasn’t his shoulder, really… it was more about how it had gotten that way.  About something other than a scolding for getting in trouble, because it wasn’t really trouble if it was for a good cause, right?  The sarcastic little smile on her lips, right where the edge of her scar faded into the fur, said she understood.

She knew who he’d done it for.  Not for himself, but for everybody else--the ones he cared about and all that sappy junk.  That counted for something, too.

Just for that, he wanted very badly to give her a little shoulder-check for old times’ sake, but all he could manage now was a mild tap.  She snickered and gently swiped at the back of his head.  They’d have time later.

And as soon as they got back to the Junkyard, he was asking her to put Pounce in a headlock for him.

#Pounce ended up being more of a cameo role admittedly but I kind of love writing Carbucketty--what a delightful little scamp. XD #Also I've discovered I need to write more about his and Electra's friendship. #cats the musical #kittensweek #carbucketty #pouncival #alonzo #plato #electra #fanfic

[namethat-i-oughttohavetoldyou]

Occupational Hazard

(Mob boss voice) Heard y’all want some Munkustrap ‘n’ kittens? Well, lookie what I got here... @guyavot​ Delivery for you! I hope you enjoy :) As always, all my love to those who read/like/reblog! ♥

The day ended with Munkustrap almost stumbling over a kitten, which was on itself not an unusual thing to happen, because they seemed to appear out of thin air whenever he stood in one spot for longer than a few minutes. Although, regarding the very kitten he almost stumbled over, this occasion was a little concerning, because said kitten also never stood still for longer than a few minutes.

“Are you feeling well, Pouncival?” Munkustrap asked, ever the worrier.

Jellylorum, who had followed the wayward little tomcat, shook her head. “Oh, don’t you mind him, he’s just overtired and urgently needs to go to bed,” she assured him, emphasizing the second part of her sentence with a very sharp look into Pouncival’s direction.

Pouncival scowled, but didn’t try to argue her claim, which was a pretty obvious sign that Jellylorum was right. Instead, he hopped on the spot and reached out for Munkustrap, who lifted him up almost absentmindedly.

“Shall we get you back to your den?” Munkustrap asked the disgruntled kitten.

Pouncival buried his little nose in Munkustrap’s fur and snuffled.

“Off we go, then.”

The two adults made casual conversation on the way back, exchanging news and gossip, from Demeter’s new-found love for bicycle riding to Jennyanydots’ new pet project of teaching the ants in the pantry how to cross-hatch, to the new occupation of one of the junkyard guardsmen, down to Jellylorum’s newest reading material. (Munkustrap drew the line at her suggestion of thinking of a murder mystery to tell the kittens at story time – “They’re a little young for that, don’t you think?” – but he was not averse to maybe plan such an evening for the adult cats.)

As soon as Munkustrap had hunched down a little to fit through the door of the nursery, he had Electra hanging onto one leg and Etcetera jumping around his other, unheeding Jellylorum’s words and scolding about bed times and general disturbance of peace.

“You have to tell us a story,” Etcetera demanded, bouncing up and down and pulling on Pouncival’s tail that dangled from Munkustrap’s arm, producing a complaining mew. “Otherwise we’ll never get tired. Our minds are very active in this stage of life, you know.”

Pleasantly surprised at how well she listened to Asparagus’ exasperated lectures, Munkustrap freed Pouncival’s tail from her tiny, ridiculously strong grip and settled down in a free spot, Pouncival crawling out of his arms and planting himself on top of Tumblebrutus, who was most likely the first to fall asleep, his eyelids heavy and whiskers drooping.

Sillabub squirmed her way down from George’s back onto Munkustrap’s shoulders and gripped tightly onto his ears to not fall off. “Yes, you have to, please please please!”

Munkustrap carefully stretched out the leg that Electra was still wrapped around and got comfortable, making sure to not sit on any pillows or toys that the kittens had claimed for themselves. Sillabub tightened her grip on his ears, but Munkustrap didn’t bat an eye. He was used to it, and moreover he was sure that his tail and ears had grown calluses from how often they were pulled or held onto.

Such was the life of a kitten wrangler, as Alonzo reminded him not all too seldom with that sappy smile on his face, the existence of which he refused to admit.

“Well, let’s see. You surely must have heard the story of Etterberry and Cat Morgan’s adventure with the needlefish?”

The kittens shuddered, but bravely shook their heads.

“No? I thought I had! Now that I think about it, I might have told that one during Jennyanydots’ tea party last week. Maybe it’s a little too scary for you yet.”

Loud protest rang out of the nursery all the way to the tire, where Cassandra had just draped herself for the night watch. She pricked her ears and rested her head on her paws, looking forward to listening while keeping an eye out for danger, even though she had in fact been present at Jennyanydots’ tea party where Munkustrap had presented the story to be deemed appropriate to tell a younger audience.

“I hissed at Macavity,” Etcetera exclaimed proudly, earning herself admiring looks from her playmates and a hidden grimace from Munkustrap, “I’m not scared of anything! And Jelly’s here, she can protect us, too.”

“Certainly,” Jellylorum said from where she had taken refuge at the back of the low den, sewing up the loose ends of the rug she was weaving for Coricopat’s and Tantomile’s approaching birthday.

“You convinced me, Etcetera,��� Munkustrap assented gracefully, reaching behind him to pluck Sillabub from his shoulders and setting her on his lap, where she snuggled against his soft belly fur and made little air biscuits, tilting her head to look up at him in anticipation.

Munkustrap did his best to relax deeper into the cushion he was sitting on and gestured generously with his arms. The kittens followed their stripy call and settled around him in a half-circle. George panted with excitement.

“Do you all remember the shipwreck Etterberry found when Cat Morgan hijacked the submarine in the eastern sea? Why, on this day our heroes found out why cats prefer not to swim, especially when the water is deep enough to be dark and cold, and your paws do never touch the ground, no matter how much you try and elongate.”

“Could Alonzo touch the ground?” Rumpleteazer whispered, awestruck.

“No, not even Alonzo. Nor could ten Alonzos stacked on top of each other.”

“Wow,” the kittens breathed.

Munkustrap smiled, patted Sillabub’s head and continued.

Even though he had started softly to try and ease his little audience to sleep, projecting his voice came natural to him, so the longer he spoke, the more cats entered the nursery, drawn in by his voice and the gasps of excitement paired with Jellylorum’s low purring in the back corner of the den, the rug laid aside for the next day.

Munkustrap was in peak form this evening, and even though he tried his best to suppress it, he couldn’t help but gesture dramatically, pulling funny faces, his tail twitching and ears flicking, fully entrained in his own story.

His audience was very animated as well; the kittens were completely enthralled, they gasped with delight and fear, shrieked with laughter, gripped each others hands and tails at particularly thrilling parts and scampered in circles around him or each other whenever the tension was too high.

Just as Victoria and Plato slunk into the nursery to join Coricopat and Tantomile at the side, Munkustrap’s story reached its climax.

Sillabub quickly vacated her bravely defended spot on his lap as his twitching tail began to whip, and clambered over Electra to grip Mungojerrie’s offered paw.

“Fearless Etterberry reached the water’s surface with her last ounce of strength, pulling Cat Morgan behind her like a buoy that had forgotten how to swim,” Munkustrap told them, making paddling movements with his arms. “She could make out a lifeboat in the distance, but alas, it seemed too far to reach with her not very streamlined cargo. Little did she suspect the approaching danger, for the needlefish had followed them and were now in the middle of taking a run up, their iridescent bodies gleaming and cutting through the water like daggers.” He emphasized this by swiping his paw through the air, making the kittens gasp.

Plato’s mouth was hanging open, fully absorbed and scarcely noticing Victoria clinging to his paw like a vice with fluffy white fur.

“The brave queen paddled and paddled, trying her best to stay afloat and keep her unconscious companion from drowning, when a sudden gust of warm water met her paws!”

“Did Cat Morgan pee his pants?” Tumblebrutus whispered a little too loudly.

The adults, hidden in various nooks and crannies of the den to not disturb, chuckled. The kittens shushed him, far too breathless with tension to laugh.

“She had come across a current, a most unlikely saviour, but one who’s help she accepted gratefully. With this drift’s help, she advanced towards the lifeboat far quicker than she would have normally been able, thanking her lucky stars for yet another time they had rescued both her and her companion’s pelt.”

The kittens breathed a collective sigh of relief, but Munkustrap wasn’t yet finished.

“Unfortunately, she did not expect Cat Morgan to have such unlucky stars, who were still hard at work, even though he himself was very much not, bobbing around on the water as he did.” Munkustrap’s voice lowered to a soft growl as he hunched over and raised his hackles, his eyes wide open, staring at each kitten one at a time. “The needlefish followed, for they also used the advantage of the current, advancing faster… and faster… and faster.”

Plato gave a distracted open mouthed mewl of pain as Victoria’s paw clamped down on his, two of his fingers giving a concerning creaking noise. Victoria quickly let go, wrapping both arms around his chest and whispering an apology in turn.

Munkustrap moved up onto his knees so he could move around more, too much energy in his body to keep sitting still on the floor.

“They took aim at Cat Morgan’s limply dangling back paws, defenceless and vulnerable, for his boots were brand new and hadn’t seen a lot in their life time yet, and they picked up a deadly speed, keen to impale him with their sharp jaws. Closer and closer they came, and the first needlefish was about to meet his target, when whoosh!”

Munkustrap cast one paw towards the sky, miming throwing something behind his shoulder. “Etterberry threw him over the edge onto the lifeboat with ease, still unknowing of the disaster she had just prevented. Just as quickly as she had saved Cat Morgan’s boots from their holey fate, she followed, glad to be out of the water. But then, a sinister gleam caught her eye, and she paused, turning and committing what may have been her last mistake: she leant over the edge of the boat.”

Jellylorum choked on her purr, coughed two times and groomed her left paw with embarrassment. Cassandra outside on the tire had to force herself to retract her claws, leaving deep gouges in the old rubber behind, her slender frame almost vibrating with tension.

“For she knew of the needlefish’s speed, there was no doubt about it, but she did not know of another one of their talents. The scorned fish took a run up once more, and just when Etterberry leant just a little further, they breached the water’s surface–“

The entire junkyard seemed to hold their breath.

Munkustrap inhaled deeply.

“And SPRANG!”

He jumped to his feet at this exclamation, making the kittens screech and the adults flinch with surprise and hitting his head on the low ceiling with such force in the process that he bounced off and landed on his back with a thud. 

A small, inquiring paw batted at his muzzle. “Munkustrap, are you sleepy?”

An equally concerned set of needle-pointy teeth pulled on his right ear.

“Oh, he’s very sleepy, Sillabub,” Jellylorum’s calm voice said comfortingly. “My, he stayed up just as long as you all! Such a shame that he fell asleep before he could tell the end of the story.”

“Oh, it’s not so bad,” Tumblebrutus was quick to assure her, worriedly pawing at Munkustrap’s fluffy tail. “I’m very tired now, we can all go to sleep and make up our own end in our dreams! Maybe we can tell Munkustrap how it ends tomorrow.”

“That’s a very good idea,” Jellylorum praised him, giving his head a lick. “Now, say goodnight to our Storyteller and have victorious dreams.”

Munkustrap heard a small procession of kittens marching past him, rubbing their little heads on his flanks and hugging his tail as well as abashed and concerned adults leaving the den under Jellylorum’s assuring guide, affirming that she would take care of “all of this here, don’t you worry now”.

When the last kitten had vanished in the pile of bedding in the middle of the nursery, Jellylorum came to sit next to the knocked-out silver tabby, carefully nudging his shoulder.

Munkustrap opened his eyes and saw swirling colours, many of which he was sure he had never seen before.

Soft laughter eased the rushing noise in his ears.

“You are as much a dramatical cat as any other,” Jellylorum told him, half scolding, half affectionately. “And yet I wonder if I ought to tell you to tone it down, as cruel as that would be. But this is anything but advisable for your health.”

Munkustrap watched the swirling colours, trying to think of new names for them, just for fun. “Ah, well. Occupational hazard. You know how it is.”

“I do,” Jellylorum replied fondly, settled down beside him and continued to work on her rug, her purr starting up again, safely but surely lulling him to sleep, ears twitching with tired excitement about the new stories he would undoubtedly get to hear the next morning.

(Along with a dent in the ceiling that would need fixing as well as some salve for his aching head and an exasperated head shake from Jennyanydots. All part of a long day’s work, he supposed.)

Nobody: Me: Cat Morgan shan’t be lonely... I will give him a side kick. (sees sign of Brussel’s city district Etterbeek) Ah, perfect. (I already mentioned Etterberry in “Eel!”, by the way!) I would like to say that needlefish (see picture above) are in no way aggressive; they just jump out of the water at speeds of up to 60 km/h when they try to flee from predators. Their pointy jaws can, however, kill a human. (Wow, cursed fish facts are becoming my brand, huh?) I hereby formally apologize for misusing these wonderful pointy little creatures for a story told by a cat. He wouldn’t know any better, I suppose. Munkustrap and Jellylorum are master gamers at Black Stories and other murder mystery games and they read Agatha Christie together. Fight me on this >:) I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading! ♥♥

#cats the musical #munkustrap #jellylorum #namethat-i writes #catsiversary: the sequel #KITTENS!!!!!

[lorata]

All of this Joseph discourse makes me wonder: what personal characteristics does he (and other ex-Centre and PK families) respect? Joseph has this whole Thing of wanting Alec not to ask questions, but I've always read him as being disappointed that Alec folds instead of pushing back -- it's like he wants Alec to stand his ground, except not in a way that compromises his status as an authority figure, because abusive parent.

you're 100% on the ball here, Joseph does not want his authority in question because in his head this is a direct line to questioning the Capitol and getting black-bagged but he also doesn't respect pushovers either, and this sort of ... duelling desires in his head lead to the unfortunate Catch-22 that Alec finds himself in

the sad thing is Joseph is specifically a terrible parent for Alec, and like yes Creed suffers under the incredible pressure he's raised under but for the most part he's OK, the Joseph Mode of Parenting works for him. other people might be like uhhhh dude when he calls it "strict but fair" but Creed means it! which is the same reason he doesn't realize Alec had a vastly different experience as a kid.

the problem is (not to shift fandoms, but) kinda like with Thor and Loki, trying to use the same method on both kids when the younger one has drastically different emotional requirements and not listening when they try to tell you what they need

the ironic thing is that there IS a way to push back without compromising Joseph's parental authority and I know this because Electra manages it in the AU where the Sewards adopt her (why? how? don't worry about it that's not relevant right now)

(context for the scene: other kids started picking on Petra after noticing Selene didn't like her and Electra had a talk with her)

Unlike Selene, Electra is never bullheadedly optimistic enough to assume she’s gotten away with anything. When a week passes and nothing comes of it, the only thing that happens is a gradual increase in the dread that follows Electra around every day. She starts adding an extra minute to each of her nightly calisthenics in the hopes that tiring out her body will make her mind be quiet, but it doesn’t work. Instead she lies there, muscles twitching and body limp, while her mind spins and crafts increasingly elaborate disaster scenarios.

She knows it’s coming. She sees it happening on the playground, Selene and her little band of followers, knows she’ll be testing the boundaries of her newly-aware powers. Electra only wishes they’d get it over with.

Unlike Selene, Electra is never bullheadedly optimistic enough to assume she’s gotten away with anything. When a week passes and nothing comes of it, the only thing that happens is a gradual increase in the dread that follows Electra around every day. She starts adding an extra minute to each of her nightly calisthenics in the hopes that tiring out her body will make her mind be quiet, but it doesn’t work. Instead she lies there, muscles twitching and body limp, while her mind spins and crafts increasingly elaborate disaster scenarios.

She knows it’s coming. She sees it happening on the playground, Selene and her little band of followers, knows she’ll be testing the boundaries of her newly-aware powers. Electra only wishes they’d get it over with.

When Dad comes to see her before dinner one night while Electra is doing homework, she’s almost relieved. “Electra,” he says, almost conversational, except Dad never comes up to chat and oh boy, here it comes.

Electra puts down her pencil and waits for it, except he doesn’t say anything. He just stands there, his head cocked to one side a little bit, eyes alert and watchful, and oh no. Electra’s heart takes a plummet toward her stomach, because he’s Peacekeeping her. He’s not going to read her the charges, this is do you know why I stopped you today citizen, and if Electra knows what’s good for her she won’t waste his time.

This sort of tactic wouldn’t work on Selene, Electra can’t help thinking, not a little wryly. Give Alec the opportunity to confess and his own internal guilt will cause him to invent an entirely imagined wrongdoing, but Selene could be standing there with the pieces of a smashed vase hidden behind her back and she’d only smile sunnily and say the wind must have blown the window open.

An odd flicker of defiance runs through her, and Electra sits up straight. “Dad,” she says, lifting her chin.

Dad presses his mouth thin, but it’s not the way he does when he’s angry, more like he’s trying not to let himself make a different kind of face. “Electra, I was talking with Paul, and he had a call from Selene’s principal today. You wouldn’t happen to have given her advice on how to — how should I put this — organize a school gang, would you?”

Electra groans and lets her head drop onto her desk. “That’s not what it was supposed to be about at all!”

Dad lets out a delicate-sounding cough. “Why don’t we take a walk and you can tell me what happened.”

Turns out Electra is too agitated for a walk, she keeps trying to murder every pine cone they come across, so after she stomps on the fifth one in a row Dad laughs and suggests sparring instead. That works out much better, and Dad doesn’t try to talk to her until Electra has stopped flinging herself at him and trying to take him out at the knees.

She explains the whole thing while ducking and darting in for quick blows, and Dad at least doesn’t scold or laugh, so there’s that. “I didn’t mean to encourage her to start a gang,” Electra bursts out finally. “I just — I wanted her to understand that her words have power.”

Dad pauses, catching her fist before it hits him in the ribs. “Well,” he says with quiet dignity, “she certainly got the message.”

Electra shoots him a betrayed look for half a second, then lashes out and kicks him hard in the kneecap. His leg buckles, and before he can catch himself, Electra wrenches her hand free, dashes around behind him and jumps onto his back, locking her wrists below his chin and her legs around his waist.

“You said!” Electra screeches, yanking back as Dad struggles to find his footing. One hand hits the ground and she counts that as a victory, singing hard and triumphant in her head. “We have privilege and our words have power and we always have to be aware of what we say and who we influence! You said! I was trying to do the right thing!”

Just like that Dad flips her over, and somehow Electra is on her back with Dad’s hands on her arms, pinning her to the ground. “You’re right, I did say that,” Dad says, a little breathless, and his eyes crinkle at the corners. “And you very much tried to do the right thing. You only forgot one crucial element, that’s all.”

Electra glares at him for a second, breathing hard, but Dad’s hands are strong and steady and there’s a hint of a smile on his face, and the last of the anger fizzles and dissolves. “Selene,” she says, letting her head fall back against the ground in defeat. “I forgot Selene.”

“Precisely,” Dad says, chuckling. He lets her up, then pulls her in for a one-armed hug and even presses a quick kiss to her forehead. “It’s not your fault, Electra. More formidable forces than you have been brought low by the powers of that girl.”

Electra sighs. “At least she listened,” she says. “She isn’t bullying Petra anymore, and she does understand why she shouldn’t, not just because I said so. So I did something right, at least.”

This time Dad laughs outright. “Don’t worry, her father can handle her. And frankly, if that administration can’t handle a little bit of playground dictatorship, they have no business running a school in the central Program district. Come on inside and let’s get ready for dinner.”

They stand up and brush the grass off their clothes, and Electra glances at him. “I’m sorry I choked you.”

That makes Dad stop, and he gives her a hard look, one eyebrow raised. “Are you?”

Electra freezes, wets her lips. “… No.”

“Then don’t apologize,” Dad says. “Own your anger, and your actions. If you regret the outcome, don’t make a mockery of your good word, do something about it.”

Electra takes a minute to consider, and Dad gives her time. “I’m not sorry I choked you, but I shouldn’t have done it,” Electra says finally. “It was immature and I know better. I’ll do all the cleanup after dinner tonight.”

This time Dad smiles at her, warm and genuine. “Much better,” he says. “Now let’s get inside before we make everyone wait for dinner.”

Electra beams at him, and Dad ruffles her hair, and they head into the house together.

#lorata answers #anonymous #we must be killers: tales from district 2 #oc: alec seward #oc: joseph seward #oc: electra

[vibrantlifeboringdeath]

Thank you SO MUCH to @zozobruh for the tag I loved doing this and I REALLY needed it tonight!!!! This picrew is gorgeous!!!!

God I wish I was blonde so bad rn. I want an Electra Heart era.

Last song: Psycho Killer by talking heads, which my band played to close out our gig (i snuck the Buddy Holly riff in there lmao)

Favourite Colour: mint green, dodie yellow, or any neon!!!!

Currently Watching: A League of Their Own. I am VERY angry about the cancellation and im only 3 eps in 😭

Last movie: Barbie haha. I love it tbh

Currently reading: uh 😬 I think im gunna read Secrets for the Mad again. I think i need a bit of dodie life advice rn

Sweet/spicy/savoury: oh my sweet tooth WILL kill me at some point 🙃

Relationship status: very loaded question lmao, sorry

Current Obsession: well we FINALLY got news about OFMD season 2 yesterday which broke my brain, but also. Uh. Video Games??? I have 3 characters on 4he go in Elden Ring and I am DETERMINED to finish the fucking game for once, and I'm making my way throuyh the Red Dead port, Quake 2 Remaster and Resident Evil 2 Remake

Last thing I googled: samsung tv no hdmi signal. I am not getting ANYTHING for any console with any of my cables 🙃

Currently working on: moving to the UK, and my first MTG commander deck!

No pressure but im tagging @thementalistscandidate and @teenparent 🖤💚🖤💚

Heres the link to the picrew!!!!

[letters-to-electra]

Dear Electra,

Something happened this weekend. It’s been running through my brain over and over. Along with everything I wish I would have done, all I could have said. Saturday was the pride parade in my city. I had been so excited to celebrate with my friends. To celebrate who I am, and how much I have been through in order to accept and love who I am. Most of the day was great. I hadn’t had that much fun in years. We had decided to go to a karaoke bar. I had been there a few times when I was a teenager. I had remembered it as a fun, quiet place. It was not like that this time. The bar was packed with stag and hen do’s, birthday parties, and the rest was mostly middle-aged men in tracksuits. I really try not to judge from appearances, but I also know the type of people that usually treat me differently. So, I was immediately a little on edge. I decided to push through and went up to the DJ so I could choose a song. I was planning to do ‘The Zephyr Song’ by Red Hot Chili Peppers. But for some reason I asked for ‘Karma’ by Taylor Swift. I wasn’t unhappy with my choice, it’s one of my favourite songs. However, I was a little worried that nobody would know it. The people around didn’t seem like the right audience. 

Whilst one of my friends was up singing his song, a man wearing a blue polo shirt noticed the pride flags hanging from my arms in the form of wings and shouted “get the f*** out” whilst looking at me in the eyes. Then he laughs. I told myself he must have been joking. And then I was called to the stage. I could barely hear myself at the start of the song. I knew I must have been completely off key. When the first chorus kicked in, a group of girls to my left immediately recognised the song, jumping up to sing and dance along with me. I felt so happy and confident. I started doing the choreography that Taylor does on tour. I was having so much fun that I didn’t notice the man in the blue polo walking on stage until I felt a leg hitting my shins, hard and painful. He had tried to sweep my legs from under me. He turned around with his hand out and shouted “oh, sorry” in the most sarcastic way possible. I was shocked and confused, but I didn’t stop singing. 

He stood in front of the DJ making a money sign with his hand and I realised he must have been trying to bribe the DJ into stopping my song. The DJ seemed to be shaking his head, telling him ‘no’. I decided to be as sassy and camp as possible, just to show him that there was no way he was going to faze me. But then the music stopped. The words still played on the screen, not that I needed them, but the DJ had turned down the song. I don’t know if he wanted to de-escalate the situation or what, but there was no way I was leaving that stage without finishing my song. The adrenaline had kicked in, I was shaking. But the girls dancing with me were still singing, keeping me going. So, I screamed the words right at the guy in the polo shirt, staring into his smirk. “Karma is the thunder rattling your ground. Karma’s on your scent like a bounty hunter. Karma’s gonna track you down, step by step, from town to town. Sweet like justice, karma is a queen. Karma takes all my friends to the summit. Karma is the guy on the screen coming straight home to me.” Suddenly, the music kicked back in. The DJ must have gotten the message that I was not stopping. I watched the polo guys smirk drop. He chugged back his drink and started to walk out. So, with the last line, I threw a middle finger in the air and sang it at the top of my lungs. “Karma’s a relaxing thought!” For good measure, I ended with a curtsy. And then hugged the girls that had helped me through it.

I thought I had done my job, stayed as confident as possible and drove the guy out. I was wrong. He was back in the bar a half hour later. He didn’t come up to me or anything. But, no matter where I went in the bar, he came and stood about six feet away. It was like he just wanted me to know he was there. Wanted me to worry about what he might do next. Wanted me to feel like I didn’t belong there. I’m sad to say that he succeeded. Even when I went outside for some air, he showed up. But I stayed for another drink. I didn’t want him to think he could drive me out. I didn’t want him to think he had ruined my night. But, honestly, he did. I didn’t stop shaking until the next day. And I know I probably won’t ever go back there. It’s not even about what he did. It’s the thought of what could’ve come next. Would he follow me outside to beat me up? Bring his friends to help? Maybe even follow me home? My head was wild with possibility. That’s exactly what he wanted.

It’s just so frustrating that this stuff is still happening. It is happening all the time. They do things like this so that barely anyone knows what’s happened, except for the person they want to hurt. Most people wouldn’t even notice it when it’s going on right next to them. But, even if you tell people, they don’t do anything about it. I told a guy that worked there and all he said was that he was ‘sorry’ it had happened in his workplace. That was it. People like the blue polo guy, as well as everyone who saw or heard about it and neglected to do anything, are the reason we are still fighting. I don’t even feel like I’m fighting for equality anymore. I am fighting for freedom at this point. Just to have a fun night out, without having to hide who I am. The fight is far from over. And we are not going anywhere. So, you may as well just try to be on the right side of karma... 

Thanks for reading. 

#lgbt pride #karma's a relaxing thought #pansexual rights #trans rights #you need to calm down #stand against hate #fighting for freedom

[falasta]

Vienna curtain Call footage and show notes from April 9

Notes are chaotic and probably out of order. Also there is more you-know-what about you-know-who 😌

There was a child a few seats over and the Cats were SUPER CUTE with them!!

Tonight we have!

Alex Snova as Alonzo

Lucius Wolter as Old D

Anneke Brunekreeft as Bombalurina

Nathan Luke as Coricopat

Susannah Murphy as Electra

Riccardo Sinisi as Admetus/Macavity

Tommie Luyben as Mungojerrie

Vicky Riddoch as Rumpelteazer

Jan-Eike Majert as Skimbleshanks

I was SO SAD during this show because I knew it would be the Very Last (spoiler: it wasn’t. But I didn’t know that!!)

(I was also sad because I was on the other side of the stage from elegantly lounging staring into your soul with his pretty eyes Alexanderstrap. XD )

The guy sitting next to me was SO not happy to be there. It looked like he had been dragged to the show by his very enthusiastic girlfriend, who was decked out to the nines in glitter and sparkles with cat ears and SHE was obviously super excited to me there. Mr. Wet Blanket kept looking at his watch and didn’t clap or react to anything. So I had to be extra enthusiastic to make up for it. Fortunately there was a child a few seats over and it is always so lovely to watch how the performers interact with children.

Today we have Sinisi!Admetus! He decided to hang out on the ladder on my side for Naming of Cats so for @cryptidvoidwritings I stared HIM Down. And Got a Hiss and Paw Bat for it! 😋 (Spicy boy!)

I would just like to register my appreciation for the little swaying bit that Munkustrap does while singing Gumbi. Thank you. (Also his beautiful little leg lifts--excuse me delicate leggies, per @whitmerule 😌)

Also the world’s most adorable little toe tap in the back with Mistoffelees.

Oh my GOD watching Munkustrap during Tugger is hysterical. I really like the way they play the friendly relationship between Munk and Tugger in Vienna! There may be eyerolls, but they are exasperated or affectionate—not hostile. Munkustrap is really concerned about getting everyone out of the way for Tugger’s number! Bomba in particular gets shooed away (Munk probably considers her an enabler).

BUT once he’s out of the way and on the tire he goes with it. When Admetus takes a break from making Heart Eyes at Tugger he goes to hang out by Munk and Munk repeatedly needs to push his leg down because Admetus is blocking his view and preventing him from crawling forward on the tire.

OH and Bill Bailey gets a little overwhelmed by everything and requires Munkustrap cuddles. When he gets a little antsy Munkustrap covers his eyes 🥺

(The fact that this was Alex and Matt just made it that much funnier)

But the time Tugger is done everyone—Misto and Munkustrap and all—are bopping right along and Munkustrap 100% starts swinging his hips too and Everyone’s having a grand time until who is that weird cat?

The Vienna Cats do NOT like Grizabella. Lots of hissing. Skimble guides Jemima out of the way and Jemima spends the rest of the number making 🥺 eyes at him. (Anastasia Bertinshaw is 100% a Cryptid Jemima)

All the other kittens get snatched out of the way pretty aggressively. Carbucketty is once again tossed to the wolves by his fellow toms and scratches Grizabella pretty much out of fear. Munkustrap rears up and hisses at them AND Grizabella, and everyone cowers.

The STARE DOWN between Grizabella and Munk during “Remark the Cat” gave me chills. Munkustrap practically had Murder in his eyes and deliberately towers over her.

Demeter tries to reach out to Grizabella several times during the show and each time Munkustrap stops her.

Anneke is a warm and sensual Bombalurina—I really liked her.

Alas I do not get a chance to get nudged by Bustopher’s Spoon this time around but I do get a front row seat to the Adorableness that is Carbucketty and Bill Bailey pouncing on Bustopher’s fuzzy Spats. Jenny loses it when she gets the rose 😊

Every single pair I have watched as Jerrie and Teazer are fantastic and these two are no exception!

Vicky Riddoch and Tommie Luyben have definitely more of a “twins” vibe than the more “gazing into each other’s eyes” vibes than Jo Lucy and Jan-Eike were giving off. They are cuddly and adorable.

When Tugger appears Munk runs up to the tire to greet him—and shushes Jerrie and Teazer who thought it was time to do the Tugger Number—because Tugger is Doing a Serious for once and this is Important!

Once again I just love how the performers handle this moment—there is no Munkustrap eyeroll—only a sudden headtilt and surprised sideglance before the dawning realization on Munkustrap face that yes! This is Tugger! And Yes! He is not here to cause chaos but to be supportive and genuine. It’s lovely.

Lucius Wolter as Old D takes his time while entering to nod and wave with dignity at the audience. It’s sweet.

Munkustrap is once again smiling so proudly at his line of Pollicles doing their March and gesturing to Old D. “Dad! Dad look! Dad look at what I did! Aren’t they great!”

I have a note here that says: “Got a LOOK from Auler during P&P” so I’m going to presume that’s a thing that happened  XD

Jellicle Ball is gorgeous and amazing and I never ever want to stop watching it.

After intermission the cats begin to come back on stage and Aulerstrap starts creeping elegantly past me to his place in Moments of Happiness. And as he is moving he sees me looking at him (probably with desperate, puppy dog look) and holds my eyes with his (lovely, gentle, smiling, enigmatic, soft eyed direct) gaze and gives me a meow!! 😭😭😭😭😭

Raffish Crew time!

I wonder who is in charge of vacuuming that stage and how many little white fluffs they find from Griddlebone’s costume?

Oh my GOD the guy next to me actually starts checking his watch when it’s time for Skimble and what can I do except try and be extra enthusiastic to make up for him? (Honestly how is anyone in the audience not bopping their heads and going “Woo woo!” during Skimble?) There’s a part in Skimble where the kittens are on the ground basically doing “The Hundred” from Pilates I never noticed that before XD

Tugger gets to help Old D follow the Train!

Also Aulerstrap runs past Mr. “What time is this show over” to get his wheel and sees me and gives me a Paw and a Big Grin!

Munkustrap is SO happy during Skimble and make the Big Wheel go Super Fast!

(Seriously this makes me almost cry-in a happy way—because during so much of this show you can see hints of Kitten!Munkustrap. Imagine how excited and adorable he must have been at Jellicle Balls when he was younger, and how incredibly important all these fun activities and stories are to him now)

Sinisi!Macavity is SUPER intense. Very much feeling himself (it is Sinisi after all), but very quick moving and feral. A really excellent Macavity.

(Let me watch the Mistoffelees number forever and ever please it is so much fun and so gorgeous)

All the cats really want to be Misto’s assistant EXCEPT Cassandra,  but Tugger doesn’t let her escape. Under the blanket she goes!

(Munkustrap excitedly points to Victoria, who is sitting below him, and has to console her when she isn’t picked)

When Misto blows out the spotlight all the stars on the ceiling roll back as well. It’s so beautiful.

This time I have a view of the Old D group during Memory, and watching Munkustrap’s face journey is one of my favorite parts of the show. Victoria stares right at Grizabella the whole time, and the kittens turn first. Everyone welcomes Grizabella back, Munk goes to Old D to confirm the choice, and Up, Up, Up to the Heavyside layer they go—with Old D enveloping Grizabella in his arms and Munkustrap leading the cats in a whole body bow to her.

#Cats Vienna Revival #Show report #Curtain call #Bows #Youtube

[thebadtimewolf]

anyway

everyone complaining about matt murdock/daredevil as soon as they got him still acting like himself despite being the camro guest instead of ususlly being the other way around (ITS HIS FIRST CAMEO/GUEST STARRING IN ANOTHER SHOW BE NICE):

he's still as himself in daredevil, this is just a vacay day for him

like yall saw how kingpin appeared in hawkeye and now daredevil.

i fully expect frank castle just drinking those little drinks with rainbow umbrellas, kicked back in swimtrunks, hair curled because he just went swimming and wearing those shades that have the little palm trees on the side in the next marvel show.

this is their little vacay time - as a little treat. a little manipedi time with how they see fit.

Kingpin wearing hawaiian shirts - Kingpin on Vacay

Matt taking a 5 hr plane ALL THE WAY TO LOS ANGELES then possibly an 2hrs because the driver did get lost JUST FOR (on his end) 30 MINUTE PRO BONO TRIAL FOR HIS NEW TAILOR (i wanna know how melvin potter doing later, maybe this is his vacay time too!) And then basically asked for a normal date, got a mission date and left happily barefoot because he was still masked? - Daredevil/Matt on Vacay

we'll get them all toxic masculinity-therapy avoiding-hospital bill racking-sameoldgritty weh weh later but, for now: let them have their little spa day.

As a treat.

Their god knows they are gonna need it for what will annhilate them later.

"oh they massacred my boy daredevil/matt" listen he's been trying to massacre himself for three seasons and failed every single time. if you think his guest appearence in she hulk and jen courting him and him courting her (or are we forgetting karen and claire and electra) is massacring him, i think matt deserves to have one "self-massacre" win without much internal damage to his ribs and legs and arms and senses.

Because its starting feel less like yall want daredevil back and more like "catered ableism for seeing him getting beat up all the time and if he can get beat up back to back then SURELY I CAN SELF PROJECT MY STONG BOY VIEWS on him because ew happiness and cooties??? ewwww" instead of having the most normal happiest day of his life i have ever witnessed with matt. And I MEAN A FULL DAY NIGHT NOON AND DAY. NOT oh it was good night, oh it was a cute brunch, oh he joked and sassed a little bit and then we went back to NO!

in fact the times with jen and matt in comics are usually happy like this [comic 616 is not tv/film 199999 but both generate the same feeling for platonic friendship and in this case romcom vigilantism]

so i dont know what comics YOU been reading but this? this is it.

i hope jen pop up in LUKE CAGE AND I HOPE SHE POP UP IN JESSICA JONES AND IRON FIST AND PUNISHER BECAUSE ALL OF EM NEED THIS KIND OF DAY you know they need that kind of day. we all saw the same exact shows. they need this vacay day.

the fact that like jessica jones, jen is being target on a psychological level than physical and also WE CAN SEE WELL LIT

- ALSO JESSICA AND JEN BOTH HAD OTHER DAREDEVIL VILLAINS IN THEIR SHOWS BUT NOT MATT (kilgrave for jessica, leap-frog for jen albeit his son taking on the moniker for good JUST LIKE IN THE COMICS) -

FACES AT NIGHT AND FACIAL EXPRESSIONS if it does become ugh i cant see the scene there is NO LIGHT SOURCE GRITTY THAT YALL ARE ASKING FOR then absolutely none of the mcu as a whole is worth watching for you. if you want action movies, we got a whole plethora of them enough to have an grit action-hallmark christmas movie marathon, go over there and stay there.

#bw: out of ethos #{leap frog under eugene: Marvel Team-Up 121 june 1982} #{leap frog under eugene's dad: Daredevil 25 1966} #{kilgrave: Daredevil 4 august 1964} #tv: she hulk: attorney at law #c: jennifer walters