#that one guy who keeps calling me a freak and a creature i like that one

[zushimart]

I know this is so random but who's your favorite anon so far 🙅

ur trying to start wars here boy

#i know logically i have returnees but i mentslly perceive every ask as from a new person every time #the ones that stick with me or like if i resllt like an ask it gets marked witj the happy tag #that one guy who keeps calling me a freak and a creature i like that one #and anyone who sends me really sincere compliments like thst always messes with me #its so mindblowing to me that there sre people who like avtually feel comforted by the dtuff i post #obviously not the insane shit i would hope . #omg i always think about that anon that was lkke i dont even like scara but i log in just to see check on you because youre strange #Like what the hell r u doing here thats so funny #also anyone from za #Zushimartd anonymouss… #my given

[almalvo]

About An Official Spiderverse Artist...

Please do not just scroll past this post; read it.

If you guys follow me on twitter, you probably already know.

But if you dont or still want to read this anyway - here you go:

I aint big, but I got a growing platform that I see as important for me to use as a force for things that matter.

So here I am.

And I got something to say about a certain "artist".

There are so many fucked up people who call themselves artists who are so heavily worshipped by us who both get and or dont get outed in the world for things they do and for their general piss-poor behaviours and persons.

Im here to talk about one in particular (and certainly wont be the last).

There is an artist that basically EVERYONE here has seen art from before, printed in the official Sony artbooks too.

If you have seen this:

Then you have seen this artist before.

His name is Alberto Mielgo. He goes by @/pinkman_himself on twitter.

He is a HUGE part of the art direction and stylisation of the spiderverse movies, if that isnt already obvious. Because he was the former original art director of Into The Spiderverse.

Yes. Former.

Cuz he got "mYsTeRiOuSlY fiReD" from Sony 2 years into pre-production and completely removed from the project.

You may have also seen this character before:

Yes. THAT asian character from Netflix's Love Death + Robots, from the episode "The Witness".

Familiar? Yeah. Because this episode was also made by the same guy, Mielgo.

I aint going to talk about what happens in that episode and hesitate to encourage anyone to watch it - cuz all it basically is is a megalo-misogynistic, assault "glorified for the sake of aRtT", racially fetishised showcase of this crazy makeup/haired bdsm stereotyped asian girl sex worker who essentially gets murdered over and over and over after running for her life completely naked through the city for all of us to see for some fucking reason.

BUt yeah anyways, you can see it in the first pic, but Ill put it here to show more clearly - this here is NOT the character from LDR. But I can understand why you might think so:

Yeah. You read that name in the bottom right corner correctly. This is Peni Parker. His concept art of Peni Parker. A 13 YEAR OLD CHILD. Lookin suspiciously like and dressed as the adult person from LDR with ALSO the crazy hair, make up - WITH AN O-RING CHOKER AND BALL-GAG LIPSTICK (BDSM).

13. year. old. child.

This man only sees east asian women this way.

He likes them crazy, sexy, broken--

and young.

Cuz this man also wrote this on a now-deleted post on his website:

Yeah. He, this whole ass middle-aged white cishet male spaniard thirstin for kids since he was 18 for 12 year old girls.

Cuz 12 year old girls are a fuckin "KNOCK OUT" when they grow up, when they ripen up into adulthood, to this man Alberto Mielgo, aka @/pinkman_himself, this creature.

And if auctioning NFTs isnt bad enough (cuz yes, ofc he does that too - its literally the first option on his website) -

His entire fucking portfolio is of drawing women he had sex with.

His fucking PROFESSIONAL PORTFOLIO is all of painting and drawing women in very compromising, questionable ways of the VERY SAME WOMEN HE HAD SLEPT WITH THROUGH HIS LIFE.

They look as creepy as they are.

But the scariest part?

While I myself had only just found out about this some days ago as of writing this, some of us have known about this man and his antics for years.

And he keeps getting greenlit by the industry, over and over and over; winning awards, getting respected, praised, admired, even by fellow at-home artists like many of you out there if you dont already do so.

And nothing will happen to him cuz he is a white cishet male artist who has money and a following and connections and influence and power.

So yeah.

I just wanted to talk about a certain official Spiderverse artist to just let yall know there are freaks everywhere, and that no matter how small it is, it's people like me and you who need to do what we can to keep up awareness and warn our communities and protect our most vulnerable.

My suggestion is to take heed of what I said, ask questions about everything you will ever see again from anyone around you, no less the industry, THINK for once, and actually give a fuck.

Keep away.

Do not support this man.

But the decision is ultimately yours.

Stay awake, yall.

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(His face, publicly available as his imdb profile):

scary.

#have your truth but do not go harass this guy #jodido pedazo de mierda. #alberto mielgo #reblog to spread the word #likes dont do a lot #stay awake. #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse fanart #into the spider verse #ATSV #ITSV #spiderman #spiderverse #concept art #art #psa #artists to block #marvel #sony #animation #pinkman_himself #love death and robots #netflix #im fucking tired of this shit. #dont miss this man for his artstyle - just take his artstyle for yourself and make it your own. #if you are a decent human being #you are already leagues better than this shite could ever be. #just take his technique and make it better by making it your own. thats it. #we wont miss you mielgo. #bai.

[bloodytittiez]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys [*gets shot*] I know I've never posted any of my writings before, even though I write fanfiction, but this has been collecting dust in my google docs page for nearly two years and it was too good to not share it with you my little kinky freaks/lh/aff (at least I think so)! I hope you enjoy this little smut fic - English isn't my first language so excuse some possible spelling and grammar errors, please... also, KEEP IN MIND THIS WAS A DRAFT! There's a lot of time skips and I doubt I'll ever finish it.

CONTENT WARNING: AFAB reader, vaginal sex, oral sex, teasing, heavy dirty talking, sex without condom, consensual non-consensual, phone sex, masturbation, public sex, porn with plot.

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Red and blue lights flickering outside, tree branches tapping against the snowy windows of the sorority house. The soft, slow tunes and delicious scents of cinnamon and ginger cookies flowing in the air...

Christmas, such a family centered holiday where there's only place for laughs and sweet surprises, was completely ruined yet another year by him.

It was the fourth time in the night the moaner called. You could see your roommates gag at the blasphemies and curses the stranger yelled at the phone to each one of them– while you seemed to enjoy them in secret.

《Nasty… F-Filthy piggy. Bi-Billy has a big juicy fat cock he k-knows you’d love to suck on… I-It’s dripping wet and it f-fits in your mouth.》

You crossed your legs as ‘‘Billy’’ —you had no idea if that even was his actual name— spat nonsensical words for the sake of feeling some friction against your womanhood. His descriptions were so detailed that you could picture them perfectly in your head.

《Billy w-will kill each one of you… Tonight.》He breathed out in a way that felt almost a threat, his sentence getting distorted when it reached the other side of the line. Everyone could tell he was all tensed up for the way he gripped the phone.

《I can’t stand you anymore, you fucking pig!》

《Pig… P-piggy! Naughty piggy…》 The moaner repeated, mocking a very stressed out Jess Bradford.

《Jess.》 You interrupted the leader of your group with a serene expression, finally standing up from your seat when you felt her anxiety grow. 《Let me take care of the situation.》 You suggested while you took the device out of her hands before she would say anything, and covering the speaker you added something;

《Why don’t you guys go to bed? It’s way too late already.》

《But we can’t leave you alone with that creep!》 Jess exclaimed.

《Don’t worry about it. Someone has to confront him already and that’s going to be me.》 You answered, already building up enough courage to complete the task. 《Please.》 You looked up at the concerned eyes of every girl occupying the room while you could hear Billy talking to himself on the other side of the line. 《You girls need some rest. It’s been a long day.》

Jess and the rest stood there in silence, trusting your words. She gave you a small nod and parted her lips to articulate a silent ‘‘thank you’’ before leaving the room with relief. You knew she didn’t have enough energy to argue, and so did the rest.

You smiled when you returned to the call, grabbing the phone with distinguished elegance in your movements. A soft smile formed in your face and felt a sudden flock of butterflies inside of your stomach. It definitely wasn’t a good idea to play along with who you knew was a creep, but a part of you loved the thrill and danger in doing that. You could hear your sweet mother’s voice in your head begging to stop what you were doing as you answered Billy. To hell with her warnings of not picking up the phone to strangers!

Tonight was going to be different. May this be your very own Christmas gift…

《Hello, Billy.》 You tried not to come off as rude at first.

《Yes, yes… Hello there, my darling… It's so nice to hear your voice. You sound like an angelic creature.》

《Do you know who I am?》 You asked.

《 Yes... Yes, I know you. The quietest slut of the bunch. Billy loves to see your pretty ass swaying around when you walk. Yes… You filthy, nasty whore love to tease Billy’s cock. I know that well. Billy saw this naughty piggy touch herself… S-saw you cry out for Billy in the intimacy of your room.》

You couldn’t help but fluster at his obscene rambling and switched the phone to your other hand. You were the kind of person that would move around constantly when you felt nervous about something. In this case, a stranger that saw you masturbate plenty of times before. Poor you… How many times exactly did Billy hear you pronounce his name under muffled moans? You could feel your heart rate at the top of your throat, flooded in embarrassment as he playfully mocked you.

But; back to his confession though, you definitely couldn’t deny something that was completely true and after spending some seconds in silence you finally spoke up, a cigarette being held in between two of your shaky fingers so you could calm yourself down.

《Would you like me to do it now? Touch myself for you?》

《Yes. Yes. YES!》 He demanded in an almost feral manner.

You nodded in response to his pleas as the flame of your lighter lit the cigarette and kept paying attention to his delicious blasphemies. You were enjoying the moment more than you would like to admit. 《Touch yourself f-for B-Billy...》 He insisted, despair breaking in his voice. 《I want to hear your sweet moans like when you finger yourself alone.》

You held the phone between your ear and your shoulder, letting one of your hands completely free and trailing down to your skirt as the mysterious man dictated. 《Roll your skirt up… Billy wants to see your juicy ass aswell.》

Your pussy soon got filled with two of your fingers, exploring every inch of your insides.

You were so warm…

So wet…

It was hard to believe how turned on you could get by the phone calls of a creep. Being manipulated in such ways by a man that you'd never seen before.

《I'm doing it, Billy…》 You sighed, moaning his name under your soft breath. 《I'm touching myself.》

The mysterious man groaned and panted on the other side of the line, incapable of forming coherent words. 《Move the phone down to your pretty slick… Billy wants to hear the sound of your wet cunt.》

His voice sent chills down your spine while you placed the speaker close to your pussy, fingering it with oh, such passion in every one of your circular motions. Obviously, you made sure that the sound of the friction of your digits was audible enough for Billy.

《Fuck…》 He groaned once more. 《I want to taste your pretty pink cunt… Oh Y...Yes… I will. I bet it tastes as sweet as you do. B-Billy wants to lick your tits and your round juicy ass.》 The man chuckled with a childish tone as you could hear him stroking his length while getting indulged in his fantasies. 《Suck on your nipples too… Squeeze those tits ‘till they turn red like two christmas ornaments…》

His words made you shove your fingers even deeper in you. You were getting too carried away right when you heard the mysterious man hang up the phone.

You grabbed it close to your ear, wondering what happened.

《Hello? Billy? Are you still there?》

Only the empty beeping of the phone answered you, leaving you completely disappointed and wet.

You took a deep puff of your cigarette and hung up the phone in return when you got tired of listening to the dull melody of the lost connection, then mumbled something and decided to go to your room for some rest too. Maybe Jess and Barb were right after all, there was no point on wasting your time on that fucking moaner guy you all couldn’t stand.

You turned off the lights outside, blew the candles in the living room and grabbed a little candy cane from the coffee table. You thought the night was over and your only comfort now was a little sugary treat.

But, when you suddenly walked into a dark corner of the stairs, a pair of big hands pinned you on the wall. An audible yelp escaped your lips as you heard a man's voice speaking in an attempt to reassure you. It was the same one you'd always hear on the phone.

《Shh… S...Shhh… It's okay… It's me, Billy.》

The man caressed your cheeks in a sloppy manner and covered your mouth. 《Pretty piggy… Where do you think you are going? Billy isn't finished with you yet… There are so many nasty things Billy wants to do to you…》

You tried to pick small bits of his face in the darkness when he slowly released you from his grasp. It felt rather strange to see him in person.

A tall figure partially hidden in the shadows, green eyes that would stare directly into your soul and long, curly hair caressing the sides of his forehead. Billy's description didn't fit his personality at all. He had the looks of a gentleman but the mouth of the devil. Although; you had to be honest about something. You still wanted to fuck Billy despite of his looks. They didn't matter much to you when his low and menacing tone is what drove you absolutely crazy for him at first.

His hot breath hitting against your neck soon turned you on again.

《Billy… I thought you weren't interested in me anymore. Why did you hang up on me?》You pouted, wanting to tease him as an act of revenge.

The way you said those words, with such a sweet yet innocent tone made the man react in ways you exactly wanted him to.

《N...No. Billy came a-all the way here to see you. Billy craves your body.》

You dragged his fingers across the line of your lips as an excuse to turn him on as well. You liked the way he sounded, so nervous. He could break down at any moment and you liked that.

The warmth of his digits along the surface of your puffy lips, bringing goosebumps across your whole body. You parted your lips and spoke again.

《How much do you crave my body?》 You attempted to lick his index finger to which got you a slight moan in response.

《S-So much...》

《Show me then, Billy. I’ve been wanting to do this for the longest time…》

You finally confessed while you rolled your tongue out of your mouth and placed his finger on top. You sucked on it gently from the base to the tip.

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Billy yanked your hair with such strength, dragging your puffy velvet lips to his dripping cock. His tip forced them open and soon his shaft filled your mouth hole.

Strands of hair tangled up around his fingers, both of you now locked together for god knows how long. You made the man shiver with anticipation as his tip brushed the back of your throat, leaving it hot and irritated.

You couldn't help but gag and drool repeatedly for he didn't give you a single break. But you didn't mind. You finally had what you craved.

‘‘Billy's juicy fat cock…’’

His words showed up in your brain, accompanied by a clear image of the cock that was stuffing your mouth in that very moment. Your horny mind couldn't help but recap every single quote that made you fall madly in love with him. Blame it on your degrading kink as a result of many failed relationships.

Billy bent you over with the same strength as before, ripping a yelp out of your throat while you grabbed the handrails so you wouldn't fall down the stairs and cause a scene.

Your ass now completely exposed was facing him, rubbing against his wet cock.

The man leaned over you and hands crawled around your stomach to hold you firmly as he would start rocking his hips at a slow pace. His left hand roamed free around your belly and later your clit, while his right one stayed busy pinching and twisting your nipples ever so slightly.

Billy could make you scream at any given time.

He could definitely break you. Turn you into his pretty little fucktoy, but having sex in a set of stairs definitely required some precaution.

《Billy. We should move somewhere else…》You gasped as soon as you could catch some air and already felt your whole body sore from standing up there. 《What if someone wakes up and sees us here?》

《If someone sees us…》 He repeated. 《I…It won't matter. I want them to see YOU moaning f-for Billy. Want them t…to see just how good you can take a cock.》

He purred into your ear as he covered your mouth to force your jaw open widely for him. Holding your breasts better around his hands he rubbed them together and squeezed them. You felt his wet cock pressing against your folds, desperately trying to make its way inside of you. God it felt so good to finally experience how all of his sinful threats came true one by one. Little whines came out of your mouth when you tried to accommodate to his size but he didn't let you. He was more than aware of his power and chuckled playfully.

《Billy's cock feels so good inside of your wet cunt. You are taking it so well. So tremendously well. Don't stop squealing, my little dirty piggy.》

You obeyed and let out a bunch of more moans caused by the pain of quick and deep thrusts. It was embarrassing to echo your satisfaction to an empty living room... And definitely hoped the girls closed their doors upstairs.

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Billy noticed the red and white swirled candy that you were holding in your hands and took it from you while he turned your body around so that you could face him now.

Still holding your waist, he licked the candy cane until it would remain a little damped. You were staring at his eyes in a mix of excitement and curiosity the whole time and snickered.

He spreaded your folds and shoved the candy inside.

《Billy's gonna make this wet cunt even tastier.》

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The chorus of early birds singing outside and gentle sunrays kissing your face woke you up the next morning. You stretched your arms, your legs and then… A pinch on your sore waist fully woke you up. You remembered what happened last night soon after that and smiled.

You sat up in bed and noticed a candy cane wrapped its plastic with a small green bow and a note. You had no idea when and how it got there, perhaps Claude; the sorority cat stole it from the silver platter downstairs and left it in your bed as a mere coincidence. You elongated your arm to pick it up and brushed strands of hair behind your ears to read it better.

It said ''Merry Christmas. With love, Billy'' in a surprisingly tidy calligraphy.

His name made your heart flutter and cheeks aroused when you remembered more details about last night.

You unwrapped the candy cane and tasted it, its sweet flavor melting in your tongue.

Maybe Christmas wasn't completely ruined this year.

#fanfic #smut #black christmas 1974 #black christmas #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #billy lenz x you #slashers #slasher community #slasher movies #slasher smut #billy lenz smut #female reader

[the-s1lly-corner]

not sure if you’ve done this already but how would slenderman react to the reader hugging his tentacles? and generally showing affection to it.

Reader who hugs n kisses slendermans tentacles!

dont think i did anything like before so yahoo! honestly as much as i love slenderman, thinking of a whole boat load of ideas over the course of like. 9? years, this never crossed my mind. your brain, huge

its not often that you see his tentacles out, usually theyre for his hunting as well as defense.. and to look more intimidating. you know, generally not something that he wants you to be around for..

but i think every now and then they creep out during down time with you, perhaps during a cuddling session with your tall monster boyfriend? or maybe you even get him to indulge in "play" (not that kind of play get your mind out of the gutter) and his tentacles slip out, like you guys playing simple games

the image of someone playing tag or hide and seek with the forest demon is making me chuckle, something much needed post mini cry/freak out session LMAO

personally i like to think that he can only half way control his tentacles. like yeah sure when he needs them they're out, but for the most part they do their own thing, you know?

set up down, lets get to the actual request. his tentacles are colder than him, and admin is personally torn on making them slimy or not... perhaps slightly so? like juuuuuuust enough to be just a little oily but nothing insane, kind of feels like your hands after you just put lotion on them. smooth, too

very cold. i know i mentioned that theyre colder than him, but its like ice cold. so...

basically he doesnt expect you to show any love to this part of him, so hes thoroughly confused when you grab one of them and gently press your lips to it.. then let go. then grab another and give it a kiss as well

cue a confused head tilt before his voice comes into your head to ask what on earth youre doing

isnt it uncomfortable, with the slight ooze? isnt it too cold? doesnt it at least taste a little off?

torn about it, because on one hand hes used these things to kill. but on the other hand he mostly kills in order to protect his space and to sustain his body, and admin likes thinking that he sometimes gets a bit of guilt. call it him resenting his own existence and simply wanting to be left alone while having a natural curiosity for the world around him even though he only really destroys the life around him

also he doesnt like giving you stuff from victims, and i think he would have similar feelings about his tentacles

and yet... he cant deny, that he can hold you closer with them, that he can keep you nearby with them... and that you love him, and every part of him. undeniably, you do. i dont know, its something that when i think about it, its sweet

this creature is full of resentment, for himself and the world he was put in as well as the one who made him (zalgo cough cough au stuff) but here you are

assuming the reader is a human i think it hits even harder, because youre something that hes built to wreck and destroy. and yet youve given him pause, and that was enough for you to win him over

and you never stop surprising him

im getting off topic, but im just a sap for concepts like this, you know?

"its rotten work," "not to me... not if its you" but its you and slenderman, basically

i think the first few times when you start showing his extra appendages affection he pulls them away from you, maybe even forcing them back and tucking them away

but i think over time he melts into it and accepts it...

oh how cruel it was, for the universe to give this reclusive creature a sense of longing, which has been exasperated now that hes gotten a taste of it first hand

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #creepypasta headcannons #slenderman x reader #slenderman x you #slenderman imagine #slenderman headcannons

[blumeblooms]

- > speak up ! || one - are you even real ??

toge inumaki x reader

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“Of course, I’d love for you to be my student, but unfortunately i believe there is another teacher who you would learn better from.” The lovely lady, Utahime, says to you as you keep walking, slightly still in a daze from what just happened in the last 20 minutes.

Okay. So maybe you should rewind. You’ve volunteered at your favorite flower shop by your dorm for about 6 months now, a weekly customer coming in, Utahime you’ve learned over the months. Always stopping by to grab a plant for her ‘precious shoko’ who she says you ‘have to meet’! You’ve grown fond of the woman as she has of you too, sometimes occasionally stopping for brunch. A mother figure she reminds you of, but enough about the mommy issues, back to the current events.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve always felt this weird feeling, seeing horrifying creatures which your doctors just told you was sleep paralysis, or maybe schizophrenia, which you’ve just come to terms with. Maybe you were just ‘making it worse’ according to them, but you’d focused your mind on the creature to make it die, and it’s been working. Sure you felt drained after, and you smelt something awful from it, but you were probably just tired right?

Wrong. You thought you were having another episode as Utahime stopped by and you focused on the creature behind her for it to go away, just as it did. She freaked out and asked where you learned how to do that, just to find out you didn’t know about curses, or anything of it. As she explains the hidden side of the world, now walking with you as she talks about this ‘annoying powerful blindfolded man’ her words, not yours. How you have such potential and jujutsu high needs you. You were always a people pleaser, and even if you had taken in too much information in the last 20 minutes, if it meant your ‘episodes’ would be manageable, and you’d help other people, then you guess it was okay. For now atleast, until you overthink and panic later.

“Um, I’m not really sure i’m suited for this, but if you want me too i’ll try Miss Utahime. Are we going to meet ‘Jogo?’ Or uhm ‘Gojo?’ I think you said, now?” You ask a little on guard, still not really knowing what’s going on, making a mental note for you to tell your bestfriend Miwa all this later.

“Not Jogo, Never Jogo.” Utahime shutters with a disgusted face, before recollecting herself “Yes, we’re going to see Gojo now. He’s aware we’re on the way, I’m sure he’ll like you. I have to leave after a few minutes for a mission, but you always are welcome to text or call me dear.”

You nod warily as you keep walking, apparently close to ‘Jujutsu high school’ as Utahime goes on with explaining whatever the fuck the world apparently actually is. She could just be delusional like you, but she’s a sweet woman, you’ll do her a favor every so often without complaint.

As the giant building comes into frame, you wipe your sweaty hands as you suddenly feel a little nervous, Utahime calling the ‘blindfolded man’ in question from afar as you wonder if this was an actual good idea.

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|| previous || masterlist || next

- > SORRY THIS IS ALL OVER THE PLACE, i promise it’ll make more sense soon!

- > Utahime would fix your mommy issues don’t tell me i’m wrong. (slightly joking)

- > toge coming soon!

• summary - in where you meet nice lady in a flower shop you volunteer at, just to find out you can defeat curses when you thought you were just hallucinating. you transfer to jujutsu high, and you see a guy with his face covered who tried to steal flowers the other day! you confront him and he stays silent, so you tell him to speak up, only for him to say… onigiri ingredients? whether you just quit or go on with this new lifestyle- well, that’s for fate to decide.

#inumaki toge x you #inumaki toge x reader #jjk smau #jjk inumaki #jjk utahime #jujutsu kaisen x reader #speak up smau #why am i so bad at this

[hawkeyetrained]

Hold on Kid

Dean Winchester x sister!reader

Warnings: angst, death, slight blood mention, heartbreak, let me know if I missed anything

Summary: I suck at these and if I tried, I’d probably wreck it. Hunt gone wrong is the best description I got.

Word Count: 3,999

AN: This is my first post here so be gentle. Enjoy

Life as a hunter was complicated. Naturally, you make enemies with the monsters who knew those you killed. Some wanted revenge, others hated that their kind was killed. Then, there was being a hunter and a Winchester at the same time. Not only do you make normal enemies like all the other hunters, but you make enemies simply because of your last name.

I was the baby of the Winchester family, being nearly six years younger than Sam and almost a decade younger than Dean. After the fire at their home, John took his boys on a journey across the country to hunt down the monster that killed his wife and left him and his boys without a home. He met my mom five years later and after nine months, I joined the family, only for my mother to vanish one night. John had taken me on the road with them after she disappeared, often leaving me with Bobby while he took my older brothers to hunt the simpler cases.

Despite the age difference and the fact that we were “half” siblings, my brothers were the best people in the entire world. Sam and Dean treated me no differently than how they treated each other. I was let in on jokes and taken to diners and bars with them once I was old enough to drive, often driving a drunk Dean and a tipsy Sam back to our motel for the night.

They taught me to hunt the right way. Started me off on simple cases with plenty of back up, making sure I did all the research necessary and never went anywhere alone until they were sure I was capable of taking care of nearly every monster in the book. I was comfortable fighting off nearly any monster, all but djinns.

Those creatures scared the hell out of me. I knew that Sam and Dean had faced enough of them in the past, but I was still fairly new around them and the cases involving them. The fact that they strung up their victims and essentially trapped them in their own minds was horrifying to me, and I’ve taken heads clean off vamp’s bodies.

So, when a case came up that practically screamed djinn, the boys double checked with me every hour, asking if I was ok and still good to attack once the sun went down.

“Guys, I’ll be fine. They just creep me out.” I tried calming my worried brothers. “I can manage it.”

“We never doubted you on handling it.” Sam defended gently, cleaning his gun at the table of our motel room. “We just want to make sure you’re comfortable. We don’t want anything happening to you.”

“I mean, come on kid, we just want you to be safe. I know how much these things freak you out.” Dean added to the conversation from his laid-back spot on his bed.

I sent both brothers a soft glare. “And I appreciate that. But I’ll be fine.”

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Flash forward to a few hours later, I was sprawled out on the top floor of the large, abandoned barn, metal rebar sticking out of my stomach and my brothers firing shots down on the floor below me. We had been wrong on our intel, it was more than just one djinn, a whole family of six popping out of the shadows when we burst in. One of the younger women had caught me by surprise, nearing stringing me up but ended with a magazine of rounds to the head.

“Dean.” I tried calling out for my oldest brother, attempting to drag myself closer to the stairs so he’d be able to hear me over the fight. “Sammy.”

Neither of my brothers were answering, my head leaning back to rest against the floor as I took in a few deep breaths. My hands shook as I placed them around the metal, making sure to not move it but add enough pressure to the surrounding skin to help stop the flow of blood. I had been taught that keeping the object in could potentially save your life, especially if it were holding an artery closed.

With neither of my big brothers answering my desperate pleas for help, I resulted in closing my eyes and praying to the angel who kept tabs on us. “Castiel.” I spoke his full name. “Dean and Sammy can’t hear me. I need help. I think I’m dying Cas.” Tears gathered in my eyes as I spoke to the angel who had become a best friend over the years. “Please, I’m so scared Cas.” No answer came from the angel, but he was busy with heavenly issues that us hunters would never know of.

After a few more strangled calls to my brothers, heavy boots finally began climbing the stairs. “Hey kid, did you manage to take them…” Dean’s voice cut off abruptly when my eyes met his. “Kid. Sammy!” Dean practically growled down the stairs, rushing the last few steps and coming to a stop beside me. “Hey, kid, you ok? What happened?”

“She didn’t like my jokes.” I tried lightening the mood as Dean pushed my hands away to take in the damage. “Everyone likes my jokes.” Dean set his blade down on the floor beside me, yanking both his jacket and his flannel off, quickly balling the shirt material and pressing it down around the metal.

A pained scream ripped through my throat at the pressure, white hot pain exploding in my stomach. “I know, kid, but we gotta keep the pressure. You’re doing great.” He turned over his shoulder. “Sammy!” His green eyes met mine then, the fear and anger flooding the bright colors that always brought me comfort. “You keep those eyes on me kid, you hear me? Keep lookin’ at me.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off him even if I wanted to. Sure, Sam and Dean were my brothers, but they practically raised me when John was out hunting. Sam was the overprotective big brother in every sense of the term. He walked me to and from classes, dropped me off for any projects that needed to be done and practically ran background checks on all of my friends at school.

Dean, he was protective but in a whole other way. While Sam took on that big brother role, Dean was basically the father I wanted. He made sure I got to do kid stuff, pulled me from school to play hooky, sat with me after bad dreams, played with me as a kid, and sat with me for my first heart break. He was the one that taught me to drive, to hunt, and to live however I wanted. I could get away with absolutely anything with Dean since all he ever wanted for me was to grow up happy and loved.

So, staring up into Dean’s eyes as blood soaked into my shirt and coated his hands, I knew I was going to be safe, no matter the outcome of this injury. Dean would take care of me until the day I stopped breathing, he had just hoped that it would be a long time after he had gone.

“Hold on kid, Sam’s coming. He’s got what we need. You just hold on.” His eyes were fogged over with tears, and he aggressively rubbed them into his shoulders to clear his vision. “Kid, talk to me. I gotta hear you talk.”

“I love you.” I managed to get out, though I wasn’t sure he heard much of it. My hands had stopped shaking and a coldness was seeping into my skin as I watched Dean’s eyes widen ever so slightly.

“No, kid you gotta say something else. OK? That can’t be all you got for me.” His left hand moved from the wound and gently brushed some hair back out of my face. “You gotta tell me this joke that the bitch on the floor didn’t laugh at. I’m sure it was your best.”

The world was becoming foggy the longer I stared into the green eyes that always brought me comfort. They mixed into the slight green tint the ceiling had from years of neglect and abuse from the weather. Dean, my big brother, who was always there for me when I needed, who would drive all day and all night just to get to me after a fight with John or Bobby about hunting. The brother who literally went through hell to save Sammy and negotiated with a witch for my life. The father I always needed and wanted in my life.

The pain in my stomach had gone numb and my hands had pretty much stopped moving all together as I watched Dean scream for Sam yet again. “Come on kid, just a little longer. You hold on a little longer kid, I got you. Dean’s got you kid.” That nickname was something he only ever used for me. It was his term of endearment to the little girl he raised. “Talk to me, please.” The last word was a heart shattering plead that helped focus my eyes for one final moment.

“I love you dad.” The line slipped from my lips half a second before my eyes got too heavy to keep open any longer and the world faded into back.

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Dean’s sure he never cried so hard in his life. He had lost so many people throughout his life that he was pretty used to hearing news of someones passing. But watching the color leave his baby sister’s skin, watch the light drain from her eyes, and listen to those Earth-shattering words fall from her lips as she bled out into his hands sealed it for him. He had just lost his world, his little sister that he had raised practically since she was born; he just lost his little girl.

Sam came clomping up the stairs as quick as his long legs could carry him, just not quick enough. He swore his heart stopped in his chest when he found his older brother crouched over his younger sister, blood coating the floors, and sobs racking Dean’s chest. Sam’s chest felt like someone sent a fist straight through his ribs, ripping his lungs out in the process. His knees hit the floor a few feet from where Dean was crouched over, eyes locked on his older brother’s back.

Dead’s head came to rest against his sisters, near silent pleas to wake up falling from his lips as tears dripped from his eyes. Prayers to Castiel or any angel listening following. The oldest Winchester had told himself that he would never beg for anything, never allow someone to have that kind of control over himself, but here he was, begging to the body of his little girl and to any angel listening to let her wake up, to let her live and take him instead.

The soft, unmistakable sound of fluttering wings caught both Winchester boy’s attention enough for them to turn. There stood Castiel, with his big brother Gabriel at his side, watching the young girl on the ground continue to bleed, though much slower now, through the shirt of her oldest brother.

“Cas.” Dean had locked eyes on his favorite angel. “Please, there’s gotta be something you can do.” Castiel swears he’s never heard Dean Winchester sound this broken before, never heard him plead this softly. “I can’t lose her. I can’t lose my kid.” Another wave of tears fought its way up through Dean’s chest, nearly choking him on the sobs coming from his body.

Gabriel was at a loss for words. Never had he been around the Winchester boys and not get a snappy comment or crude joke thrown his way, but here he was, looking down at two very broken Winchesters. Gabriel could sense the pain and worry coming from his brother, knowing that the younger angel couldn’t do anything for the Winchester girl. Cas had only barely begun to learn how to pull someone back when they were in the veil and looking down on themselves, not quite taken by the reapers yet. So, with the flutter of his wings, Gabriel went off to do the one thing he knew could help the two brothers.

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The pain in my chest was unbearable as I watched Dean cry, his hands not leaving my wound, his voice faintly pleading for me to come back to him.

“I tried to stay with you Dean. I’m so sorry I couldn’t.” My voice was barely even a whisper as I tried to hold in my tears. Sam was knelt down a few feet back from Dean, tears staining his cheeks and making his hair stick to his face. “I’m so sorry Sammy.”

Everything around me seemed to move in slow motion. Sounds muddled together and lights seemed to blur the picture before me, but that all too familiar sound of flapping wings would grab my attention any day. I turned away from my sobbing brothers to face the Archangel Gabriel himself.

“Gabe?” A crack snuck its way into my words. “Is that really you?”

“Hey there sweetness.” He winked, arms crossing over his chest. “I thought I told you to stay breathing last I left.”

I nodded, instantly running over to him. His arms opened enough for me to slot myself against his chest, tears leaking onto his shirt. His hands came to rest on me, one against my back and one in my hair, pulling me closer to his body. “What happens now?” I questioned the angel as I held tighter to his waist.

“Well, we can hang here and wait for the reaper to come take you up to heaven, or…” I cut him off before he could continue.

“Or you can take me?” I questioned; my eyes now turned to get what I thought would be the last glimpses of my brothers.

Gabriel pulled back, hands on my shoulders to get me to look at him. “Haven’t I told you to let me finish before you jump to conclusions?” I nodded against his chest and waited for him to continue. “Or I could take you back to your brothers. Let you live a little longer.”

Everything in me froze, not believing what he said to be true. “You can do that? Bring me back?” His honey-colored eyes were already looking down at me when I turned to face him. “I can go back to them?”

He simply nodded to me. “As long as you promise to keep breathing for me.” I was nodding almost instantly to his request.

“Please. Please take me back.”

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The whole building grew silent after Gabriel had been gone for well over an hour. Sam sat staring at the back of his brother, waiting for Dean to do something. Dean had gone still moments after the archangel vanished, hoping with all his will that a miracle would happen.

The oldest Winchester had resorted to cleaning up his little sister as best he could, pulling the metal from her body and throwing it far, far away. The bloodied shirt had been tossed out of the way as well, her shirt and jacket now covering the fatal wound on her stomach in a way to make it seem like she was just sleeping. Dean’s fingers trailed softly over her head, pushing hair from her face, and trying to memorize everything he could about the young girl before they gave her a proper hunters funeral.

Castiel had yet to move since his older brother vanished, staying still as if he were carved from stone as he watched over the two Winchester men. He listened to every sound coming near the building for a ten-mile radius, making sure nothing tried sneaking up on the two while their world crumbled around them. He had wished he heard your prayer earlier, gotten back down to Earth faster, maybe then you would still be alive and sitting with your brothers, rather than coated in blood and ghostly pale.

The flap of wings pulled Castiel and Sam from their states of grief, watching a small smile flicker across the archangel’s face. Sam had half a mind to scream at the angel before movement caught his eye.

The blood soaking the floor around the body of the youngest Winchester slowly started to vanish, seemingly seeping back into the wound on her stomach. Then color began to return to her skin, slowly transforming it from a deathly grey back to her natural pigments.

It took a moment longer for Dean to notice the changes, having been so absorbed in caring for the body of his little girl. Once his eyes noticed the changes, his hands backed up from her, almost like she caught on fire. Both Winchester brothers scrambled to their feet, backing away from the girl who was laying so still seconds before.

With one last beat of silence, the wound on her stomach closed fully and her chest heaved with a huge breath of air.

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The world came back dramatically. All of a sudden, I could hear the soft drops of water from the ceiling again, feel the coldness of the hard floor below me and smell the horrible damp concrete of the walls to my right. Then my eyes fluttered open, and I could see the ugly ceiling that was decaying from years of abandonment again.

My brain raced as I tried to remember what happened. The hunt, a djinn, the metal rebar, Gabriel pulled me back. I died and Gabriel brought me back. Sam and Dean, they watched me bleed out on the floor of a hunt, watched me die on a hunt they knew I was already nervous for. Dean, he had been with me, he held my hand as the pain vanished and the world fell into silence. He had been with me as I died.

My lungs pulled in one of the deepest breaths I’ve ever taken, causing me to turn and cough loudly as I took the chance to breath more air in. My brain raced as it figured out how to work again, after moments of rest and complete silence it was working to catch back up on what was going on, and the only thing it seemed to think of was…

“Dad.” The word fell from my mouth before I could even process what was going on. Then suddenly I was being hauled up to my knees and crushed into the tightest hug ever given. Everything about the person was familiar, the way the arms wrapped themselves protectively around my shoulders, hand placed to the back of my head. The soft fabric of the green jacket wrapped around shoulders, and the scent of the hunt along with something so specifically Dean. I was wrapped in the arms of my oldest brother, wrapped up and secured in his embrace, protected from anything the world could throw at us.

His chest heaved with sobs, mumbles of my name and ‘kid’ falling from his lips. “I got you; I got you kid. I’m here. You’re ok.” The words fell from his lips in a jumbled mess, falling together in a mess of letters.

“Dean.” My words came out quietly as I hugged him back with everything I had in me. I clutched onto him as my own tears fell, coating my cheeks and making stains on his shirt as I pressed my face to his chest.  Feet scrambled on the floor beside us and before I knew it, Sam was crushing me and Dean in the tightest hug he could manage. “Sammy.” I adjusted one arm to be able to hold onto both my brothers, all three of us a crying mess.

It took the three of us nearly a half hour to calm down enough to stand and face the angels. Sam had stepped a few inches away, wiping his cheeks with the backs of his hands as he turned to speak to Gabriel. “I don’t even know what to say.” His words were barely strung together as he glanced back at me.

While Sam had stepped a few inches back, Dean had yet to let me go. His arm had yet to fall from my shoulders and I was pretty sure he wouldn’t let me go for the next few hours, though I wasn’t going to complain. I had turned into Dean’s side, keeping my arms around his waist and my head leaned into his shoulder, tears still damp on my cheeks.

“Thank you, Gabriel.” I looked at the angel who pulled me back. “I can’t even begin to tell you how thankful I am.” Dean’s arm tightened around my shoulders, pulling me just a bit closer to his side.

“She’s right.” Dean’s voice was deeper than usual after all the crying over the last hours. “Thank you.” Sam agreed with his brother, going over to hug Gabriel tightly.

Cas stepped a bit closer, his hand coming to rest on my cheek. “I’m glad you’re alright. The area around is clear, you’ll be safe heading back to the bunker. We will keep watch over your drive.” And suddenly, the two angels were gone with a soft flap of wings.

“Sammy, can you get the car started and give us a sec?” Dean asked his little brother, holding tighter to me if possible. Sam gave a soft nod, pressed a kiss to my head and went down to wait in the car.

Once he was gone, Dean turned sharply to me. “I’m so glad you’re ok, kid. You can’t ever do that to me again.”

Dean’s hands rested gently on my cheeks, thumbs wiping away the drying tears from my skin. “I never wanted to leave you. I tried so hard to stay with you Dean. I really did.” New tears dripped from my eyes as I looked up at my oldest brother.

“I know you did, kid. I know.” I was pulled back into his chest, his hands rubbing into my back as I cried into his shirt again. “I got you now. I’ll never let that happen again, ok? I won’t ever let anyone put their hands on my little girl again.” My fingers twisted into the back of his shirt as he soothed me, helping me calm down and relax again. “So, can I ask about the dad comment?”

A soft laugh blew through my nose. “Yeah, you can.” I pulled back to look up into the green eyes that always brought me comfort. “John was never really there for me. You know?” He nodded softly at me. “I mean, you took me to my first day of school, you taught me to drive, you were the one who was always there for me.” My voice trailed off towards the end as I watched his face slowly stiffen into an emotion I couldn’t read. “Sorry, I’ve just always seen you that way, I guess it just slipped out today.”

“Kid, I’m not mad, or anything like that.” He gently brushed a few fingers through my hair. “I’ve always seen you as my little girl. I know I was there more than dad was. I know he barely had anything to do with you. There’s nothing I want more than to be your dad, even if you just call me Dean, that doesn’t matter.” He took a deep breath. “I want to be the one you call when you need help or come to when you’re scared. I know you’re not exactly a kid anymore, but just know that I’ll always be there for you. You’re my kid.”

I didn’t even answer, just lunging forward and wrapping him back in a tight hug. “I love you, dad.”

His hands held my head to his chest tightly, a kiss being pressed down into my hair as we held onto each other. “I love you too, kid. Don’t you ever forget that.”

@thetallassgirl

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[kittyball23]

So, here’s a oneshot request: Can you make an alternative version of your oneshot “Battle of the Bands”? So it’s basically the same, but except, there are some changes. And they’re focused on Veneer. On the outside, he acts how he acts in the original version, but inside, he has been keeping his secret that he has been secretly vocally trained by Floyd to find his true talent while Velvet was away, and Veneer comes up with his own plan inside, and at the climax of the oneshot, he turns against Velvet and joins Poppy, John Dory, Spruce, Clay, and Floyd and helps to free Branch. The reason I’m requesting this is because some people have been theorizing that Veneer will be redeemed. I would be glad if you did this idea.

I definitely had to finish writing this up after seeing the new Veneer clip that came out!

Redeemed (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: A slightly altered take to the oneshot "Battle of the Bands"; The final confrontation between the Trolls and the doll siblings takes place, with a twist for the better

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“STOP RIGHT THERE, YOU FREAKS!”

Shock jolted through Velvet when she heard that voice boom out at her. She stopped, midway to inhaling that sweet Troll essence that would make her the most envied diva in Mount Rageous, when she’d been interrupted. She saw the blue-haired Troll within smile, and followed his line of sight below to where six little Trolls had just made their way over.

John Dory had been the one to call out, with a determined look on his face.  Behind him were Clay and Spruce who, from the look of it, were ready to rumble. Alongside them were Poppy and Floyd. Poppy frowned up at the dolled-creature, while Floyd too put on a brave face. And, sidling up to Poppy was Viva, who had met up with the group and was just as prepared for the showdown as her sister. It was a display of courage on all their parts, though Velvet thought otherwise.

She began to laugh in an instant at the five little Trolls, finding them ridiculous.

Veneer, however, didn’t laugh along with his sister. So far, he had been agreeing with everything she’d said, and it had succeeded in having them rise to fame, sure… but the cost it was coming at had disturbed him greatly. Floyd had been captured before this Branch Troll. And Floyd could’ve easily ran away, but he didn’t. He came back to face them, even after the danger he knew he’d get into. Veneer suddenly stopped to think… would Velvet do the same sort of thing for him? He tried to avoid looking at Floyd, but he could feel the magenta Troll’s gaze on him. And it was one of disappointment.

“Excuse me,” John Dory shouted, “I believe you have something that belongs to us!”

“Or should we say, someone,” Spruce pitched in with a huff.

“Oh, really?” Velvet asked sarcastically. “Sorry, guys, but this diamond – and everything in it – belongs to ME. So if you want it, you’re gonna have to – “

“HIT IT!”

Velvet startled at the interruption, a part of her infuriated for having her victory spiel cut off, and a part of her confused for what started happening right after the Pop Queen had cried out the command. Because the six Trolls gathered together, and jumped right into a song-and-dance routine.

“Every little thing I do Never seems enough for you You don't want to lose it again But I'm not like them Baby, when you finally Get to love somebody Guess what? It's gonna be me!”

“Ugh, what the heck is this supposed to be?!” Velvet asked angrily, getting no response aside from more singing. She was going to turn away and disregard whatever nonsense was going on, when she noticed something happening. She had to blink to make sure that she was actually seeing correctly, and sure enough it was right there, clear as day. It was a sort of light that was glowing around the six, similar to when Floyd’s talent had been sucked out, and it was sparkling and thrumming with energy as the routine continued. The lights were all a different color that coordinated to each Troll – a vibrant green, an alluring purple, an electric yellow, a tame magenta, and a couple of bright pinks. It swirled and sparkled in a way that had Velvet in awe, so much that she was taken off guard when the energy shot right out at her in a surprisingly powerful burst.

She yelped and fell back, right on Veneer, and causing them both to fall down again in a tumble of skinny arms and legs. She was relieved to find that she’d managed to hold onto the diamond, but her heart dropped when she gave it a quick examination. Right there, stretching like an ugly scar on one side, was a large, and quite deep-looking crack. Velvet made a noise of surprise and ran her finger over it, hoping it was just a horrible illusion, that her twisted dream was not at risk of falling apart at the seams…

… but found that it was very much real.

Taking note of the surprise on her face, the Trolls cheered, feeling the entirely opposite way of their rival.

Velvet narrowed her eyes menacingly. “So that’s the way they wanna play,” she muttered, and in a fury she hauled Veneer up by the arm. “Get up already!” she growled. “Looks like we got ourselves a little Band Battle.”

“A Band Battle?” Veneer echoed, but before he could continue saying what he wanted to say, Velvet had already shoved a microphone at him and grabbed one for herself. He sighed. Velvet would never listen to a word he said anyways. She hadn’t when he’d tried to ask her if it was wrong to hold a living being hostage just to improve themselves in the limelight. She had just rebuffed him, telling him that if he really wanted the fame, he wouldn’t be asking “stupid questions” like that.

I DO want the fame, Veneer told himself. It was all he and Velvet ever wanted. To be recognized. To shine like stars. To have their names plastered on every billboard and to top all of the charts. To be able to have enough money to buy whatever they wanted, when they wanted. But, every time he wondered if it was the right way to go about it, something else always came up. Like the way that his sister started to sing, elbowing him roughly in the ribs to join her so that they could gain the upper hand.

“Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something…!”

The production, like all of their other productions, was very flashy, an over-the-top deal. Because with Velvet, it had to be. It annoyed Veneer sometimes, but she seemed like she knew what she was doing… especially when he suddenly felt energy surging through him. It wasn’t the same colorful, friendly type of thing that had encompassed the Trolls. This was a dark kind, not only in the dull black and enchanting green schematic, but also with the wickedness that came with it. It was the way poison would look, if poison could be depicted in an abstract form. It flowed through Velvet too, and she grinned as their song blasted the Trolls back in a replica of what had happened to them moments earlier, only this time, the tables had been turned.

But the Trolls were as steadfast as they were musical.

“Don’t give up!” Poppy ever optimistically urged them. “We can do it!”

The group sang again, determined to prove it.

And Velvet and Veneer sang back at them, determined to put an end to it. Or, at least the former did. Veneer was starting to wish this whole ordeal could be over with. Why couldn’t they all just get along?

But back and forth the supercharged music went, both ends were vastly different, and both were putting up quite the challenge against each other. But it was when the Trolls pulled together on another one of their verses, putting every bit of heart and soul into it that things in the battle began to sway. In a loud, clear crescendo, the brothers, Viva, and Poppy succeeded in creating a massive sonic-like explosion. The diamond cracked significantly more, rooting out from its initial crack so that it formed smaller ones, like tree roots or branches.

The siblings noticed and gasped, but Velvet was quicker to react. She adjusted her golden top better, straightened the loose emerald-colored curls on her head, and gripped the microphone so tightly that her knuckles turned far whiter than they already were.

Their musical counterattack, much to the Trolls’ distress, superseded their song. The soundwave was violent and overwhelming, wracking the Trolls body with horrible electrical pulsations that blew them backwards. While nobody suffered a physical injury, it seemed that their resolve was weakened.

“Hehehe, we’re winning! We’re WINNING!” Velvet giggled, clutching Veneer’s arm and jumping up and down like an excited little girl.

“Yeah… woo-hoo…” Veneer half-heartedly replied. He glanced over at the Trolls, who were growing distressed. Floyd in particular was looking quite worn, and Veneer felt guilt at knowing that it was because of him. The power that he and Velvet had drained from Floyd was what had been helping them ride off the battle. It had been the reason for the magenta Troll’s hair to turn white and his skin to have turned a strange, transparent color. Floyd had been the one to try and help Veneer, something that he had yet to tell Velvet, and this was how he repaid him? Holding his brother hostage in order to deplete him as well?

But just then, a new voice filled the air. And it was Branch’s.

“Let me take you to a better plaaaace,

I’m gonna make you kiss the sky tonight

Yeah if you let me show the waaay,

I’m so excited, to see you excited!

Take you to a better place (yoo hoOooOo)

And baby you can love me on the way

We’re flying up to outer spaaace,

I’m so excited, to see you excited!”

From within the cracked diamond, his voice carried on strongly, and the six Trolls were inspired.

Poppy was the first of the six to add her voice in the mix. While not an official BroZone member, she still knew the exact words of the song by heart, and sang them with much heart put into it. Viva put an arm around her and joined in…

Then JD followed in after her...

.. then Spruce...

... then Clay...

... then Floyd...

... who joined with the others harmoniously so that they were creating a heart-stopping sound... But there was still a question on their minds - would it be that perfect Family Harmony?

Velvet didn't want to wait to find out. As soon as Branch had started singing, she’d grabbed her mike and was prepared to retaliate harder than before. “Come on, Veneer! We can beat them!”

But Veneer was no longer on the same page as his sister. He was fed up. These Trolls were working so hard to save their family member, and Velvet just wanted to continue to make things difficult for them. This time, he was not going to let it slide.

“NO!” he shouted to her.

Velvet gaped at him. “What?”

“You heard me. I said NO!” Veneer said firmly. He tossed his microphone on the ground and kicked it to the side. “I’d love to be famous with you, Velvet… but not like this.” He shook his head and crossed his arms.

Velvet’s cheeks were turning crimson. “How else are we gonna be famous?!”

Veneer had an answer for that. “We just have to practice. It might take time, but that’s how it is. Fame doesn’t just come overnight. You have to work at it, and have the right people by your side.” He looked over at Floyd, who had told him those very words at one point during his capture. That it was possible for him to be a great singer without having to use Troll essence. Floyd looked proud to see that Veneer was using his advice to stand up against his sister and grinned.

"That Troll has been getting to your head!" Velvet growled.

"That 'Troll' has shown me that I do have real talent within. And that we don't have to do this!" To hammer in his point, Veneer stepped away from Velvet and stood by the Trolls’ side. “I don’t want to be a part of this scheme anymore, sis!” he cried, and then joined in singing with the Trolls.

“Let me take you to a better plaaaace,

I’m gonna make you kiss the sky tonight

Yeah if you let me show the waaay,

I’m so excited, to see you excited!

Velvet shrieked in anger. “Fine then, be that way! I always knew you were good for NOTHING!” She picked up her microphone and sang back, angry at her brother’s betrayal.

“Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something…!”

The dark magic was strong and wild, and struck against the Trolls' harmonious one, entangling it in a mess of twisted energy. It was difficult to tell which of the two sides were winning with how stunningly chaotic things became, the rays fighting and wrestling, good against bad, in a heated struggle for dominance.

But the group still kept on singing.

Poppy and Viva sang like they never did before in all of their lives. John Dory gave it all his boldness, Spruce all his heart, Clay all his spunk, Floyd all his sincerity, and Veneer all his determination.

And the doll-like sister was giving it their all too - all their spare stolen talent that is, which was rapidly being depleted.

She took no notice until Veneer's voice suddenly cracked and became pitchy at a key note in the song.

"Some of them want to use you, some of them want to be ab -ACK! UGHCK CAH!” She coughed suddenly over the unexpected interruption. In a panic, she tried again quickly, opening her mouth and willing her vocal chords to cooperate, but what came out was less than stellar. It was there that she realized that she was losing. Her gaze honed their gaze on her most precious possession.

The diamond!

She reached for it, and immediately drew back, giving a sharp cry for the sudden, electric ZAP that had erupted from Branch's enclosure. Velvet suddenly regretted not having inhaled his talent right when she had the opportunity. It was as though the Troll musical magic had created a forcefield, preventing her from even laying a finger on the diamond.

Then the most marvelous thing happened.

And that, folks, was the accomplishment of impossibly fabled perfect Family Harmony.

It was exactly as mystically glorious as the brothers remembered it, with all of the colors and light and absolutely in-sync sensation that coursed through their veins. Their magic pulsed and glowed, stronger than ever and - if one looked closely enough - it could be sworn that it formed the image of one great, big ethereal apparition of a Troll… One who, in the climactic moment of the band's union, blasted out a massive burst of pure, bright, rainbow-colored energy. The last thing Velvet saw before the force of the energy blasted her from the yacht they were on into the river below was the diamond, rippling and snapping, and then making the telltale CRRRRRAAAACKK! that indicated that it had broken completely.

Branch, also blinded by the light, had hardly realized what had happened, barely getting a sense of where he was, at least until he felt himself surrounded by Poppy, Viva, and his brothers.

“WE DID IT!” Poppy cheered, squeezing Branch in a tight hug. “WE DID IT! WE DID IT! Oh, Branch, I’m so glad you’re okay!!”

“Oh, Poppy!” he cried in relief, holding her just as tightly and never wanting to let go. He’d been fearful that he could never have her in his arms again, but that fear could now rest at ease.

His older brothers were just as pumped as the Pop Queen. “WOO-YEAH!” John Dory shouted. “She’s right – we did it, we owned it, we brought the house down! Or at least that evil diamond… WOOOO!” He made his rounds with the brothers, chest-bumping with Spruce, double-high fiving with Clay and Viva, and lovably noogy-ing Floyd.

At his feet, the diamond pieces lay scattered by Veneer. Finally, the one item that had been the cause of all the turmoil had been decimated. He felt bad for his sister Velvet, but he would’ve felt worse if he’d let her continue on with her awful plan. Hurting someone and being a big phony were not the ways to accomplish anything.

He suddenly felt a presence beside him, and looked down to find Floyd. Veneer swallowed, twiddling his thumbs and feeling incredibly guilty.

“Hey, um… no hard feelings?” he asked, kneeling down and putting his hand out to show that he meant no harm.

Veneer was lucky in the fact that Floyd was not one to hold a grudge. The magenta Troll smiled up at him and accepted his hand for a shake. “No hard feelings,” he assured.

The Trolls all breathed a sigh of relief. Things were back to the way they were supposed to be - as in, nobody being kept hostage as a talent slave! Which meant…

Branch and his brothers all exchanged glances with each other.

“Sooo… what do we do now?” John Dory asked.

Poppy shrugged. “Well, we could head back to Pop Village… I mean, that is, if you wanna go back?” 

She scanned the brothers’ faces, who seemed to be a little doubtful at her suggestion.

“Back to Pop Village?” Spruce asked.

“We haven’t been there in years…” Clay mumbled. It wasn’t even in the same place, with how they’d all learned about the relocation into the forest after King Peppy’s evacuation on that one Trollstice. One glance at Viva and he knew that she too felt the same way as he did.

“I barely remember what it even looks like!” the Putt Putt Queen admitted.

But it was a homecoming long in the making, and one that Branch - who stood silently in between Poppy and Floyd with bated breath – was hoping that they’d go for.

Luckily, his brothers’ thoughts were right on the same track.

“Sure, we’ll go!” John Dory said, speaking up for the band. “But only on one condition…”

“What is it?” Floyd asked curiously.

JD grinned slyly at his magenta-haired brother. “That none of us ever see another diamond again!”

And everybody laughed, sharing the same exact sentiments.

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #veneer trolls #floyd trolls #velvet trolls #velvet and veneer #branch trolls #poppy trolls #viva trolls #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #dreamworks

[weirdmarioenemies]

Some cookable little freaks

So here we got some weird little guys. Do you like them? Me too! But be careful not to like them too much, because the game does not respect them. They are mere objects, not characters. So sad. We are like gods to them. In fact, we can mold them to our liking! We can create them, and we can mold them to our liking. Would you like to know how? Please, follow me.

Name: Mini Mr. Mini

Debut: Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door

This is Mini Mr. Mini. He is all about being small. If you’re not convinced that he is small, he had his last name changed to Mini, and acquired the legal title of “Mini”, so you’ll never forget! For only 8 coins, you can purchase a Mini Mr. Mini of your very own. But maybe you don’t have that kind of money, or you don’t live near a store that sells small men. That’s ok! Using common household ingredients, you can create your very own!

First, you will need a Power Punch, which is pretty clearly, despite its English name, a regular yogurt drink that exists in real life. If you have one, you’re already halfway there!

The only other ingredient is a Point Swap, and everyone’s got tons of these lying around in the spice cabinet. “Chicken of the cabinet”, my grandma always calls it. Just cook these two ingredients together, and you have made yourself a hot, fresh little guy!

You can use the crispy little guy to make things Small. I’ve never used him, so I don’t know exactly HOW he is used, but he will make enemies Small and decrease their power. Maybe he’s eaten, maybe his fluids are squeezed out and his skin tossed aside to the rats, I don’t know. I don’t use the stuff! If your Mini Mr. Mini sucks, though, like you just absolutely hate the little fellow, you can always fry him up with another Point Swap to turn him back into a Power Punch. That’ll show him!

Name: Mr. Softener

Debut: Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door

Mini Mr. Mini might not be for everyone. Maybe he’s too small for your taste? Well, if so, I’m sorry. Our other little creature of a man, Mr. Softener, is only a mere two pixels taller. I hope that can make all the difference for you!

Mr. Softener also costs 8 coins, but to make your own, you can boil a Point Swap along with a Courage Shell! You can get one of these shells by asking your local cartoon turtle, who will remove their own shell painlessly, revealing heart-patterned boxers underneath. As we all know from chemistry class, the reaction of a Turtle Shell and a Some Arrows makes some kind of wiggly wormy ghosty guy!

Mr. Softener, like Mini Mr. Mini, is Used, and I don’t know how he is used, either, but he will make enemies Soft, decreasing their defense. You can also probably run him on your callouses to soften them! Don’t tell Mini Mr. Mini, but Mr. Softener is probably an overall more convenient guy to keep in your medicine cabinet.

You can also cook Mr. Softener himself, if you feel like you are already soft enough, but only together with any Mushroom. The result will be one Dried Mushroom, and no Mr. Softener! The sly devil slurped all the moisture from the mushroom and escaped! He’s going to become an invasive species!

Oh nooooo!

#mini mr mini #mr softener #paper mario #paper mario the thousand year door #mario entities #mario items #mario #mod chikako

[lassieposting]

Actually. Also. While I'm SABposting.

The whole "Dark & Dangerous Morally-Questionable Immortal vs Safe But Bland Childhood Friend love triangle? Is boring. It's been done to death in every single YA series ever written.

But. Y'all know what could've been super refreshing and highkey entertaining?

Kirigan and Mal getting along.

Like. Mal is supposed to be a promising young soldier anyway, and when they meet, he's just succeeded in hunting down a folkloric magical creature that nobody has caught in hundreds of years. And then he has the sheer brass balls to withhold said creature's location to try and negotiate with someone who outranks him to an almost inconceivable degree.

This is. Probably not a smart career move, because noblemen are petty and prone to pissing contests, and Kirigan could make Mal's life very unpleasant. But it is brave, and Kirigan has been a soldier long enough to both a) spot untapped potential and b) respect bravery when he sees it.

(It's interesting to me that Mal often forgets to salute/call his superior officers 'sir' in the First Army scenes, but he absolutely remembers his manners with Kirigan. He needs this guy to like him, so he can see his bestie.)

And getting on each other's good side would actually benefit both of them - which Kirigan especially would know - being however many centuries old and with strategy as his fucking job.

On Mal's side - he's kind of languishing in mediocrity because he's an orphan with no contacts to give him a foot in the door to promotion. When he applies to transfer to better units where he'd learn new skills or have more opportunities to distinguish himself in the eyes of his superiors, he's shunted aside and overlooked in favour of someone whose father knows the king, because fatcats all look out for each other. But if he applied for the same transfer with a recommendation from the Black General, his potential new CO would take him far more seriously as an option. He certainly wouldn't suffer for having an affluent, influential man at the top of the military totem pole keeping an interested eye on his career.

On Kirigan's side - having Mal around, even infrequently, will settle Alina and make her feel more at home, and she'll know he pulled strings for Mal to boot. He's been intercepting their letters, because Alina writing all about the daily goings-on in the Little Palace is a fucking security risk, and she's understandably angry with him for it, but if Mal has a reason to come by the Little Palace now and then, to report to him on something or other, she can see him in person and won't need to write letters that could so easily fall into the wrong hands. And - well, at some point, Mal will owe him so much that he'll have to be loyal. Because betraying him would cost Mal everything. He's patient. He can wait.

Except. Mal turns out to be likeable, in the salt-of-the-earth sort of way Kirigan sometimes misses from when he was a serving soldier himself, all those centuries ago, and he is full of fun facts about Alina and amusing (for Kirigan, Alina would say embarrassing) anecdotes about shit she got up to as a child. He's gotten used to the intrigue and the backstabbing and the plotting that goes on at court, but there's none of that with Mal, because the boy is a shit liar and has no guile whatsoever. It's refreshing. And Mal has grown up being schooled about battles that Kirigan fought in or masterminded, and he has Questions that at some point he gets to actually ask, and for a minute while they're conversing Kirigan sort of stops being this terrifying Grisha freak of nature in his mind and is just. Another old soldier, like most of the COs he's ever had, telling war stories, and there's common ground, between them.

And like Alina is aware that they've formed a tentative truce for her sake and she is very pleased that they have, and then one day Aleksander makes a comment about how "the boy isn't a complete imbecile, I suppose" and she starts to think he might even like Mal, in his own prickly way,

And then she walks into a room during a fete and sees them talking, and that's lovely because they both look actually interested in the conversation! And she's smiling at them, right up until Mal starts flapping his elbows around and pulling comically horrified faces and she just knows he's telling Kirigan about the first time she ever rode a horse, when the damn thing spooked and took off with her at top speed and dumped her in the - yes, there he goes, pretending to pick pondweed out of the hair he doesn't have - lake. And Kirigan creases up and almost chokes on a mouthful of wine and saints, he's such a horse girl he'll be bringing this up forever and. Yeah she is going to have to murder the pair of them because she will never hear the end of this otherwise

#sab headcanons #aleksander kirigan #malyen oretsev #alina starkov #anyway yeah it wouldve been nice to see them get on like a house on fire #i have not and will not read the books #but ben and archie's dynamic is great and i wouldve loved to see a little bit of that carry over to mal and kirigan #rather than the same old love triangle pissing match #sab

[myimaginesandrp]

Unwanted Reunions

Summary: You’re not exactly the best at this superhero stuff, but you try. Everything seems to be going okay until a creature who's  not from around here crashes your universe. And that means… they won’t be the only ones to do so. 

Notes: 2k, Miguel O’Hara x Spider Woman reader

Warnings: Mild angst  maybe?...

A/N: Please be nice. This is the first time I write for the ITSV/ATSV universe. This man just has me in a chokehold rn 🙈 {Also this was 0% Edited. oops}

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The cool breeze of the evening sky brushed against your cheeks as you slowly made your way up another floor on the glass covered skyscraper you found yourself on. Man you wished you were home. You wished you were in your tiny apartment, laying in bed cuddling with a book, or rotting your brain away with a show like you had planned. Instead  you were here, in the middle of the city, crawling up the 50th floor of some random building as balding men in suits watched you trying, and failing, to keep calm because you were scared out of your mind. The last time you had gone up this far you had almost thrown up inside your mask. As it happens, getting bit by a radioactive spider comes with many perks that don’t include taking away your fear of heights. 

Why you still tried to help people on this side of town was a wonder to you. They were all snobby jerks who looked down on people like you. People with “enhancements” or as most of the population liked to call, “unnatural freaks”. Hence why you had decided to opt for the suit and the mask. It helped keep your sanity and your normal life as “normal” as you could get. As “enhancements” went, yours weren’t so bad. You could’ve been some rando with glowing skin, or some deformed fella with multiple limbs, or like that one poor girl who had spikes sticking out of her back.  Such things happen when you mess with stuff you shouldn’t. The people you worked with didn’t know when to stop, and so here you were shooting webs out of your wrists and feeling tingles every time you were in danger. And of course, crawling up ridiculously tall buildings because you were just a girl trying to help people. 

Today people happened to be two idiots who were filming videos on a loose platform instead of cleaning the windows like they were supposed to. They were young, one blonde and the other with rainbow colored hair who were looking around frantically as the platform they stood on swung in the wind. Their camera was a scattered mess of plastic on the ground, and if you didn't hurry, they were going to be joining the scraps soon. But the farther up you went, the harder the wind pushed against you, and honestly maybe this superhero life just wasn't for you anymore. It had been months of near misses and property damage, and rude ladies telling you to mind your own business. 

The snap of a rope above you pulled you away from your thoughts and you looked up just in time to see the last cable holding the platform give out. You leaped up with all the strength you had and grabbed the rainbow haired guy, as the other held on to what was left of the support cables with all his mind. As a series of webs later and you had him all wrapped up around you, holding on as you reached for the other who would not let go. 

“Buddy, you need to let go, that thing is gonna give out!” Exasperated, you reached out to him only to have him kick at your hand, sending his shoe straight up to hit your forehead before it went tumbling down below.

“ I don't want your help, you're a woman! I’ll wait for that one guy with the rocket suit to show up”. Your eyes flashed red. There was no way this guy was for real. 

“Look asshole! He’s in jail! He was laundering money”  you yell back at him while the other young man wrapped around you began to sob.

“I don’t care, I’ll just wait here”  the blonde screamed, shaking his head. A warm puddle of what you hopped were tears spread down your back and you reached forward again only to get hit in the face with another shoe. 

“Look you can either come with me, or you can turn yourself into a puddle of guts once you hit the ground. Your choice!” You took several deep breaths and offered your hand again. This time he reluctantly reached out his arm and you pulled him quickly before he changed his mind. 

The way down was ridiculously slow. The screams and cries of the two men mixed together with the force of the wind made the whole ordeal that much more unpleasant. The last rays of the day were hiding behind the rows of buildings as you focused all your attention on not looking down.  A decent sized crowd gathered at the bottom, a fire truck just pulling into the street to help. Just as you were about to reach the bottom and be done with this mess, you felt your body go rigid. 

No, not now. You thought to yourself as your “tingles” went off, letting you know something was off. What could possibly be happening now… Your answer came in a scatter of screams from the people below. Bodies ran into one another and others pointed up into the sky. You turned in time to see a mass of colors paint the sky and a single figure stepped through. And as a flash of familiarity hit you when you saw him, so did a large creature on your left. 

The two men went flying into the ground and you were lifted into the sky by an enormous pair of wings. It took you a second before you realized it was actually a man, or at least he looked like a man, with a large beak and a set of talons that began clawing at you. Glass broke around you as the man creature flew through buildings heading towards the part of the city you knew was trouble. 

The large green building you worked at came closer and closer and all you could do was try and try to pull and jump and evade his attacks. Still you managed to redirect him towards the river. A moment later you were crashing into a large and thankfully empty warehouse. The creature was shifting and screeching in pain and you rubbed your eyes to make sure you were seeing correctly but this thing was not from around here. And if this thing was not from around here, then others would follow. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you realized you were in for a seriously unwanted reunion. 

Shaking your head you leaped up and made short work of the creature. Now that you had your feet on the ground it was easy for you to work your way around the threat. With a long sigh you finished tying him up and dropped to the ground, to check on your wounds. Most of your arms were scratched up and a nasty gash on the side of your waist was throbbing, but you were okay. You stood up and looked over at the falcon man? Who was knocked out in front of you.

“Now what am I going to do with you? Hmm?” You said as you walked around to get a good look at him.

“I’d be more than happy to take him off your hands” Said a familiar voice behind you. Your body tensed and relaxed as you turned to meet a pair of brown eyes you thought you’d never see again. 

“ Jess!” You made your way over to her and she welcomed you into her arms with a  warm embrace. “I’ve missed you so much” 

“Me too girl, Headquarters hasn’t been the same without you and your big brain” She said with a warm smile. 

“Oh I doubt it, Lyla should have everything taken care of…” 

“Not everything” she replied and nodded her head to the side. Your eyes trailed away from hers as another figure stepped out of the Shadows. 

You took a step back as your heart betrayed you by speeding up to a mile a minute. He had his full suit on so you couldn’t see his face or any emotion behind the new mask as he made his way toward the two of you. He was so tall, taller than you remembered, and his gaze was fixed on you as he began making his way towards you. His name slipped from your lips before you could stop yourself.

“Miguel” 

“I thought you were going to wait for me by the river?” Jess said as she began to play with her watch, scanning the creature. 

“You took too long,” he replied as he looked over at the creature before coming back to meet your gaze. 

“I guess this one is yours?” you cleared your throat. Your name left his lips and you had to move before your body betrayed you and did something stupid like cry. “He’s all knocked out. You should be able to take him with no issues I-”

“You’re hurt” Jess said as she reached forward and lifted your arm to reveal the gash on your side. “We gotta get this looked at”

“No, it’s fine” you said, stepping away “I’m sure it will heal very soon, it's not a big deal.” A firm hand  wrapped around your wrist as he called your name again. 

“She’s right, just have someone in headquarters look at it and you can come right back” he said stepping closer to you. 

“That’s not a good idea. I have a lot to do here. I have people to look after here” 

“Chiquita, it will be quick. I promise.” Your body went rigid at his words. 

“Yeah I’m not sure your promises have much weight to them anymore.” He winced at your words, letting go of your wrist. 

“I’m gonna let you two catch up for a second.” Jess cut in, “See you at headquarters!” she said before disappearing into a portal.

“Chiquita…” Miguel started but you took a  step back shaking your head.

“No, you don’t get to call me sweet names anymore. You broke your promise”

“You know I had no choice. I had to do what I did for the good of the universe. You know that!” 

“You don’t know that! How could you possibly know what the outcome would be?”

“ All the calculations said-”

“He was a child, Miguel! A child! I told you to give me a chance to help him and you went behind my back and you did what you wanted anyway” your voice getting louder and louder.

“You think I wanted to do that to Miles? You think it was easy for me to do what I had to?” he said pacing around.

“ I needed time” you said shaking your head “ I just needed a little more time and we could’ve found an answer”

“But we didn’t have time!” His tone finally reached yours. “We didn’t have time and he was going to destroy millions of people’s lives.” 

“You lied to me Miguel. You lied to me. You were so hellbent on doing what you thought was okay that you didn’t care who you hurt on the way.” Your breath cuts off as the pain in your side burns through you. He runs over and catches you before you fall over. In a moment his mask is gone and you’re staring into his eyes. His eyebrows furrow with concern as he looks over at the red on your  suit that is growing each second. 

“ We can talk about this later. Please, let me help you.” he pleads.

 You don’t know if it’s the loss of blood making you dizzy but you nod your head reluctantly.

“Fine, but as soon as I heal you bring me back” you say. Or you mean to say, but instead a mess of syllables leaves you.  A moment later he lifts you into his arms and as you lean your head on his chest the world around your shifts into a colorful mess. He steps through the portal and you let the heaviness of your eyelids win, welcoming the darkness. 

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Tysm for reading :> it’s been a hot minute since I actually wrote something so I know this is gonna be a mess. Either way if you made it this far, thank you so so much for taking the time to read this ❤️

Ps. I’ve been working in this chapter so I’ll be posting an updated one very soon. Please look for ward to that!

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv miguel #Miguel O'Hara Imagine #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel x reader

[silvereyedzoroark]

I've had this idea as a sketch for over two months waiting on my desk to be finish. So let me introduce to you Coltik and Trainantula. Now this idea was obviously based on the horror game monster Choo Choo Charles, now I actually don't like horror games or horror genre in general, but what brought this on was actually watching

What if You (and Charles) Talked in Choo Choo Charles? (Parody) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLASJ9T-BxI

Which made this idea in my head pop up, which is probably because I'm a Pokemon Subway Boss fan, but after sketching the original idea, I actually tried to write a one shot fanfic of Subway Boss Emmet encountering this fakemon, I called it 'Spider Down By The Tracks' but sadly its unfinished/unpublished as I just don't have the time to write these days at the moment =(

But the gist of the story was this mysterious Giant Cyrtid Spider Pokemon had been grabbing lone passengers from trains or from the platforms. Its targets were always alone, so imagine the horror its late, your taking the train back home, your tired and your the only one in the train car, when suddenly you hear a loud train whistle like noise, it startles you back to more awake state as you had been startling to dose off, then suddenly the car suddenly smoke leaks through the windows filling the place up with up with smoke, you cough and splutter trying to get to the door, when suddenly a light shines from behind you turn to face it to see this creature - cue scream and cut to black.

So the story is set a year and a half after Ingo disappears to Hisui, so these sudden chain of disappearances (As the camera feed cut's out before the 'attack' happens so they don't know its a Giant Cyrtid Spider Pokemon) is rekindling the talk of Ingo disappearance obviously that just fuels Emmet to get to the bottom of this issue and find the Pokemon or person responsible.

So the story plan was to follow a 'new' depot agent (OC) who had recently joined the staff, who was now debating his life choices with these sudden disappearances happening especially with the rumours going round that maybe Subway Boss Emmet had something to do with them, considering what happened to his brother as these disappearances seem eerily similar to the missing Subway Boss case.

And Subway Boss Emmet seems to always 'smiling' shouldn't he upset about the disappearances? Most people not realizing that's just how Emmet face default expression is. The new Depot agent OC starts believing the lies that Emmet is secretly a serial killer and is hiding the bodies in abandoned subway tunnels and Ingo was just the first victim. None of this is helped by Emmet's sudden odd behaviour (It's just Emmet trying to figure out what's going on, but he keeps accidentally freaking out the new guy) But also sighted talking to an unknown induvial (Its Looker)

Eventually OC and Another OC (This one has been telling main OC all the bad rumours of Subway Boss Emmet) were on the last train of the night when they get attacked, both getting taken and waking up later in an underground cave system they have no idea what's going on and quickly look for a way out, quickly spotting some joltiks and deciding to follow them out, eventually finding old train tracks, but as they are going down the tunnel they see a light, and think its the Trainantula again and start running.

They soon stop when it turns out its actually Emmet and Depot Agent Cloud, having followed a trail of Joltiks to find the missing depot agents. They reveal that Emmet had been using his horde of Joltiks to search the tunnels daily. He's developed a unique way for them to communicate to him so thats the reason he had been popping up randomly was because his Joltiks were altering him of an issue in the area that OC happened to be in.

It turns out the the 'Other' OC the main OC had been teamed up with and had also been telling main OC all those terrible rumours was actually a Team Rainbow Rocket Grunt in disguise. Who had infiltrated Gear Station on a mission to get access to the security system and other stuff.

Theirs is a battle, but it doesn't last long as the grunt it loosing badly but then the Trainantula makes sudden appearance and nabs Depot Agent Cloud stopping the battle and forcing a mild truce between the two groups.

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"Did you see how big those teeth were! they were huge!"

"I am Emmet, they are called fangs not teeth"

"Not helping Boss"

" I think correctly wrongful information is verrrrry helpful! Yep!"

"Shouldn't we be trying to stay silent? what if it hear us?"

"I am Emmet, it doesn't need to hear us, to find us"

"That's the worst thing you could possibly said"

"Actually no" Emmet turning his head slowly to look back at them "The worse thing I could say, is that its right behind you"

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That's when a light suddenly appears behind OC and Grunt, OC and Grunt scream in panic but its quickly revealed to be Ingo's Chandelure. Emmet is laughing at them while greeting Chandelure, the Grunt then snaps verbally lashes out at Emmet for always 'smiling' and not seeming to be taking his situation seriously, how could he be smiling when they are being hunted by a giant Spider Pokemon! for all they knew this Pokemon was responsible for Subway Boss Ingo's disappearance/death!

"I am Emmet, that's not possible, these tracks were not in the tunnels when Ingo disappeared" Emmet then shows with his lantern the Pokemon tracks on the dirt floor.

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OC and Team Rocket Grunt had been thinking Emmet was leading them out, but it's revealed that Emmet is searching for the other missing depot agent and passengers, but also to find the Trainantula as its his duty as a Subway Boss to make sure for passenger safety and that everyone makes it to their preferred destination, that means he's going to find them.

"We are getting close, Yep!"

"Getting close to what?"

"The nest"

"Why couldn't you have said exit"

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So they find the nest, reveal that the Trainantula has been webbing up the missing people so that its Coltik's can feed on their life force, as it turns out they are a Bug/Ghost type and similar to the Chandelure evo line they feed on spiritual/life energy.

Emmet battles the Alpha Trainantula while OC goes to recuse the missing people and Team Rocket Grunt chooses to run away in the chaos.

Emmet win's and captures the Trainantula in a greatball, but it's revealed he had a MasterBall on him the whole time. When question why he didn't use that, he said it was given to him by a mysterious third party who wanted him to catch the Pokemon for 'Research', but Emmet didn't trust these mysterious people and so captured the Pokemon himself.

They then gather the missing people and collect the Coltik's and leave that place, everyone is okay, but the Team Rocket Grunt is now missing.

When they get out of the cave system/old subway tunnel's and back to the train station they encounter Looker and Anabel along with other recuse searchers. Poeple are returned to their family's its a big heartfelt thing and after some people look over Trainantula and the Coltik's its believed that Trainantula is actually from another dimension, as ultra wormhole energy is detected on it.

They order Emmet to hand over the Pokemon but he refuses to give up Trainantula and the Coltik's, saying he can manager them as he is both familiar with the their world variant and Ghost Pokemon of that nature 'Look to Chandelure' but he is willing to get help/allow Professor Juniper to study them.

After more talking and Emmet refusing to back down, it's agree he can watch over these new Pokemon, but he'll be under watchful eyes for it.

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I reveal in an minor epilogue the Mysterious third party had hoped Giratina was still lurking around in the subway tunnels and why they had given Emmet the masterball in hopes of obtaining it for their unknown purpose.

I then cut to the tunnels where the Grunt is hopelessly lost but then encounters red eyes in the dark, basically meeting Giratina and an unknown fate.

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Name: Coltik

Type: Bug/Ghost

Ability: Flash Fire

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Name: Trainantula

Type: Bug/Ghost

Ability: Steam Engine 

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#Pokemon #submas #pokemon crossover #Choo Choo Charles #Fakemon #Coltik #Trainantula #Choo Choo Charles crossover #Convergent Pokémon #fusion

[pzfr]

RP SENTENCE STARTERS INSPIRED BY "THE TICK" MULTIMEDIA

Edit pronouns/names/locations/etc. and combine or separate as needed when sending.

COMICS

"The local ninja union has demanded shorter working hours and free dry cleaning."

"Ninjas aren't dangerous. They're more afraid of you than you are of them…"

"Well, keep driving, we're late as it is! I mean it's not like we hit a collie or anything."

"The alligator is the cow's natural-born enemy."

"Hey, don't knock crazy. The Romans were crazy, and they got all the girls."

"I refuse to accept criticism from someone who's hiding under a table."

"You're pretty uppity for a sidekick, pal."

"A freak with money ain't hardly a freak at all."

"I may be an evil genius, but I can't predict every giant lizard that might wander by."

"Mindless street violence has a place in this country, but this isn't it."

"I have cosmic powers beyond human comprehension, much less yours!"

"You guys aren't going to perform bizarre medical experiments on me, are you? I've already been through that whole rigamaroo and it's a bad scene."

"…they're the most vile, deadly creatures in the known galaxy… they bleed acid, they exhale sulfur, they're covered with poisonous spiny needles… if you even pronounce the name of their species you get a rash…"

"Sorry about dinner guys, I'm not used to alien food either. I'll see if I can't get you a pepto or something…"

"No one sends [NAME] anywhere. Fate is my only master. Destiny signs my checks!"

"Oh, if there were gravity I would hang my big head in shame."

"[NAME], do this! [NAME], do that! Clean my superconductors, read me a story, scrape the carnivorous barnacles off my back."

"We'll (hack!) let 'em know (koff!) who they're (koff!) dealing with…(hack!) oh, man! [NAME], [OPTIONAL TITLE] (koff-koff!), that's who! (koff! hack!)."

"You're just like a gang of salesmen going crazy at some cheap convention in Reno. You guys make me sick!"

"That's the most disgusting super power since that guy who had to eat three cans of vanilla frosting to burrow through the earth like a prairie dog."

"National Public Radio called us 'Heroes for the '90's' and they used lots of irony."

"I am here to fight evil and exchange good-natured barbs!"

"Men and women in skin-tight costumes… cavorting without shame! That is not what the founding fathers had in mind."

"Your opponent killed a nun in a brawl! And you still only won by 300 votes."

"Hmm. Single syllables! A formidable opponent..."

"Thank goodness. This reinforces my simplistic world view."

"Those aren't squeak toys --- they're giant mutant hell rats!!"

"No need to be mean just because he's deranged."

"Can I help being puncture-resistant?"

"Now I'll have my revenge on the man who killed my drug lord husband and put our children in loving foster homes."

"This is the quietest mess I've ever made."

CARTOON

"Yeah, well, don't count your weasels before they pop, dink!"

"I hate broccoli, and yet, in a certain sense, I am broccoli."

"He weeps for he has but one small tongue with which to taste an entire world."

"You know why super villains are so unhappy? They don't treasure the little things."

"I am through being your sidekick. I'm through being your pudgy comic relief."

"And that's just it, Doc - my mind has always been my Achilles' heel!"

"I am mighty. I have a glow you cannot see. I have a heart as big as the moon. As warm as bathwater."

"We are a public service, not glamour boys. Not captains of industry. Keep your vulgar moneys."

"You're not going crazy. You're going sane in a crazy world!"

"Honk if you love justice!"

"And you've got to get a good spiral on that baby, or evil will make an interception."

"Now you're doing it on purpose. How juvenile."

"I'm not panicking, I'm exhibiting my new invention, Room-Temperature Fire!"

"Look! The marshmallows aren't even toasting! They remain a comfortable sixty-eight degrees!"

"Are you aware your roommate is a hideous monster from another dimension with evil plans for world domination?"

"Listen, a good roommate relationship is based on a respect for privacy."

"A day job? In an office? My worst nightmare come true."

"We'll grow old and die before we're even born."

"The eyes play tricks like tiny round devils."

"Well, can you... blow up the world?"

"Egad. I hope not. That's where I keep all my stuff.

"The night is young and we have umbrellas in our drinks."

"Supermodels usually don't date guys who live in the dirt."

"Let us not forget the lesson that we can learn from this, that man was not meant to tamper with the four basic food groups."

"It's starting to smell a little like danger in here, or heavily-fried food."

"Special delivery! Oh, [NAME]! The thrill of modern postism!"

"Not baked goods, Professor; baked bads."

"Crime has a Bossa Nova beat."

"Can't lose my name, it's on all my stationery!"

"Their Achilles' heel is the noogie!"

"We're sworn to protect The City. And we're just going to have to face it: that includes the sewers."

"What was with the lobsters? I thought there were alligators in the sewers. I was ready for alligators."

"Don't make us bite you in hard-to-reach places!"

"So she says to me, do you wanna be a BAD boy? And I say YEAH baby YEAH! Surf's up space ponies! I'm makin' gravy… Without the lumps. HAAA-ha-ha-ha!"

"Ah, savory cheese puffs, made inedible by time and fate."

"And my middle name used to be Helping People [FIRSTNAME] Helping People [LASTNAME]."

"I don't know the meaning of the word "surrender". I mean, I know it, I'm not dumb… just not in this context."

"I'm about to write you a reality check. Or would you prefer the cold, hard cash of truth?"

"Wait a minute, you. I heard about people like you. Are you saying you don't believe in Santa Claus? And you call yourselves superheroes?"

"Cloning is a precise science. That's why I use the Clonerizer. It costs more, but you get what you pay for. My own recipe calls for a generous portion of Dr. Thrakk's Secret Cloning Sauce, a pinch of oregano, 'cause you know a little goes a long way, and last, but not least, your toenail. Mix well aaaaand voila."

"Science in those days worked in broad strokes. They got right to the point. Nowadays, it's all just molecule, molecule, molecule. Nothing ever happens big."

"Well, once again, my friend, we find that science is a two-headed beast. One head is nice, it gives us aspirin and other modern conveniences… But the other head of science is bad. Oh, beware the other head of science, it bites."

"And so, we learned that gambling is bad and yet in a certain sense, isn't life itself a gamble? You can never be sure of anything. Like who would have thought that dolphins could go bad and that fish were magnetic? Not me, no sir, not me."

"When evil is afoot, and you don't have any arms, you've gotta use your head. And when evil is ahead and you're behind, you've gotta do the legwork. But when you can't get a leg up, you gotta be hip. You gotta keep your chin up, and kick some--"

"Destiny, that finely-shaped engine of the universe with the warm hands and the tasteful footwear, pushed you, wings and all, into my path. We were meant to be together, friends to the end. He has a three-pound brain, and it's all smarts."

"I'm sure millions of viewers out there are just wondering what it's like to wear the tights of justice. Well, it's tingly and it's uncomfortable, but it gets the job done and, oh, the job of it."

"So once again, we find that evil of the past seeps into the present like salad dressing through cheap wax paper, mixing memory and desire."

"Thank you for teaching us all that love is thicker than most bodily membranes. But not quite as sticky. And that a heart full of love is better than a body full of people. Merrilly, the feet that carried us on the heart's path today will be the feet that soak in the steaming brew of happiness tomorrow."

#RP MEMES #Sentence Starters #Superhero RP #Supervillain RP #Sci-Fi RP #Comedy RP #Cartoon RP #Comics RP #DC Comics RP #Marvel Comics 616 RP #The Tick RP #long post

[holdmytesseract]

Dangerous Paradise

James Conrad x fem!Reader

Request:

"Hello lovely writer👻

I saw you’re taking req's atm so I was wondering if you could maybe write something with James Conrad from the Skull Island film?

The plot is completely up to you but I’d love to read something about him with female reader :)

Thanksss" - Requested by a nonny! 😁

Summary: As a journalist, you join a expedition to a mysterious island called 'Skull Island' - which turns out to be a literal death trap. But with all the danger you are facing, there is at least one good thing... The incredibly hot tracker of the team, Captain James Conrad...

Warnings: THIRST! Skull Island things, giant spiders, bit of angst, mentions of injuries, swear words, fluff?

Word Count: 2k

a/n: First time writing for James Conrad - but I quite enjoyed it! Hope you guys like it! 😄 Thank you so much for requesting, dear nonny! 😊

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @fictive-sl0th

If you want to be added to my Tom taglist, please let me know! 😄

MASTERLIST

That was definitely not what you were expecting, when you got signed up for that expedition. A giant ape and creepy, dangerous wannabe dinosaurs? Come on... Not to mention the enormous other creepy creatures on 'Skull Island' - or the crazy soldier who got stuck here in freaking World War two! Ever since you flew with that helicopter through that earth shaking storm to get to the island and got attacked by Kong, you were positively done with this mission and cursed your boss on no end for convincing you to do this. "Please, Y/N! This is going to be one hell of a headline!" Sure! Thanks Maggie… Hell of a headline my ass, you thought. Okay, admittedly, the island was beautiful - without a doubt and you'd have definitely enjoyed it here - if you didn't have to fear for your life every damn second! One wrong step or wrong move could cost you your life. Skull Island was to 100 per cent not for vacation... You just wanted to go home, back into your office. You were a journalist - not a soldier, tracker or scientist! What were you even here for? Writing a report when you're no longer alive was quite difficult. You already missed your friends and family - and especially your bed. Well... Life just wasn't fair.

But despite all the bad things, coming with this mission, there was at least that one good thing - person, to say it right. Captain James Conrad. Former soldier, now tracker - and hotter than a 1200 degree volcano. You were sure that it was actually illegal to be this hot. Honestly, someone should've arrested him for giving you a heart attack when you first laid eyes upon this delicious specimen of a man.

He was incredulously tall and literally clattered with muscles. It wasn't just the effect of the tight, dark blue t-shirt he wore, oh no. The t-shirt just helped showing them off. With every move he made, every step he took, you could see the muscles on his shoulders, pecs or arms flex. His biceps were bulged, strained against the tight fabric. The black jeans he wore, displayed his thick, strong thighs and long legs and sat very snugly around his hips. And that damn shoulder holster he wore... Gods… You weren't really a fan of weapons - but that thing made him even sexier. James' hair was short, with brown hues in between the blonde curls. A slight stubble covered his chin and cheeks. Speaking of that man's face... He had a jawline to die for... And his cheekbones were as sharp as razor blades. Long story short, this man was literally walking eye candy. "Y/N?" And his voice... Oh his voice... "Y/N?" So deep and yet smooth like velvet. You could listen to him talk all day long. "Y/N?!" The moment said voice urged rather loudly to your ears, accompanied by James's strong hand gently shaking your shoulder, you snapped out of your daydream. "W-What?" You asked, dazed and blinking. "We need to keep moving. Don't stay behind, otherwise you'll lose the group. I know you're tired. We all are, but I can't have anybody just walking off. I don't want to lose more people." You quickly nodded, still trying to process his words. "Y-Yes, I'm sorry." James gave you a nod, then removed his hand from your shoulder again and stood up. With a sigh, you stood up from the stone you were sitting on as well.

Together, you caught up to the remaining people of the group, making your way further through the depths of this perilous jungle. You tried to distract yourself, not thinking about the opportunity to die - what wasn't exactly easy, because your brain reminded you of that every minute. Wordlessly, you trudged behind James, Mills, Mason, Slivko and the others, trying to match their quick pace. You tried to focus on your surroundings; tried to stay attentive. That worked out quite well - until Captain Conrad walked into your field of view again. You were very aware that you shouldn't let yourself be distracted by the attractive man - but you just couldn't help it... Your eyes got stuck on him once again... On the backside of his body, to be precise. The way he oh so graciously moved over the uneven, grown through jungle ground. Not only had you a nice view of the way the muscles in his shoulders flexed, no... You could also feast upon the bulging veins stretching over his ridiculously long, strong arms. What you would give to feel those firm, sculpted muscles underneath your fingertips - oh and that ass... You bit your lip, when your gaze travelled - hopefully unnoticed, downtown and landed on the tracker's bottom. Hot damn. You couldn't even fathom what was underneath those clothes... You bet he- A scream for help cut through the air, ripping you from your lustful, thirsting thoughts. Frantically your eyes looked around, searched for the origin of the scream. You quickly found it... It had come from one of the soldiers - in vain. He was dead, impaled by the leg of a... You looked up, your jaw slackening in shock; eyes widening. "Giant spider!" Another soldier yelled hysterically. And then everything happened very fast. You jumped from one spot to the other, panicky trying to avoid the gigantic animal's deadly legs. You guessed your body went into some kind of a survival mode. Unless you more than likely wouldn't have survived this. "Cut the legs!" You heard Conrad yell over the loud noise of gunshots and screams. "Cut it off at the legs!" The men listened to the tracker, did what he said and chopped off the creature's legs. Just as you thought you and the group were out of danger, things went south again - at least for you. When they brought the spider down, her enormous body fell to the ground and James had yelled for everybody to move aside, in order to not get squashed by it. You started to run for dear life – and made it. That wasn't the problem. But being on the fast pace you were, you didn't see the big stone on the ground. Neither the little, but quite steep hillside, nor the lake at the foot of the 'cliff'. So, it came how it had to come... You stumbled over the stone and with a yelp, fell down the hillside. Somewhere on the way down, you must've hit your head, 'cause you felt the throbbing pain on the back of your head. The moment your skin came into contact of the cold water, everything went blurry. The weight of your body pulled you underwater, but you were like paralyzed, couldn't move and at some point, everything went black.

You were going to die. Right here, right now - that had been your last thought. But then you heard a faint voice, calling out your name again and again. Then you heard the dull sound of water splashing around you. No ten seconds later, you could've sworn you felt how two strong arms wrapped themselves around your body and pulled you through the water, up to the surface and out of the death trap. "Y/N!" Once again you heard the voice, but it was still far away. "Y/N!" Then, two hands on your shoulders, shaking you. The voice got clearer and clearer. "Y/N! Wake up!" A hand skidded down to cup your cheek and lift your head gently. That seemed to do the trick. As if stung by an adder, you sat up, ripping open your eyes and coughing, spilling out the water, which had tried to drown you. Your hands tried to find something to hold onto - what they did. A broad shoulder. When you regained your full consciousness again, you looked up - straight in the oceanic blue eyes of James. He had a worried look upon his face, which faded into a small smile, when he noticed you were fully back again. He was sitting beside you, when you immediately felt his hands on your waist, steadying you. Before you could think about what you were doing, you launched forwards and hugged him. It took the Captain a second to realise and to wrap his arms securely around you as well. You took deep breaths, relishing in the fact that you were still alive. "T-Thank you." Only then you noticed, that he was soaking wet. He must've jumped after you and saved you. "I-I'm sorry, I-" You felt the tracker shaking his head. "It's fine." He stated and paused for a second, retreating from the hug. "Are you alright?" James scanned your body, looking for any injuries. "I-I don't know... My head hurts a bit and I-I think I twisted my ankle." You said, feeling a sharp pain shoot through your ankle. "Okay." James said, getting on his knees. "Can you stand up?" You tried to get up, but couldn't. You shook your head. "N-No, I, ahh!" "Alright, come on." James wrapped his arm around your back and helped you stand up. You tried to stand on the injured foot, but it was impossible. The man's hands flew up to steady you again immediately. "Lean on me, I'll help you walk." You nodded, tears brimming in your eyes. You certainly didn't want that to happen. You didn't want to become a burden for the group. Not when you all were already in this shitty situation, stuck on a lethal island. Slowly, the two of you walked along the shore. "W-Where are the others?" "I told them to set up a camp, about a mile southern from this lake. It's getting dark soon. We need to rest. Especially you."

It took you a while to reach the camp, giving the state you were in. But when you reached your destination, you were relieved. Everybody was immediately at your side, asking you how you were. You appreciated the kind gestures. James guided you to sit against the trunk of a fallen tree. "I'll have a look on your ankle, yes?" "Okay." You said, nodding and trying to ignore the fuzzy feeling in your stomach, when James's hands worked on shoving up your cargo pants and taking off your boots and sock. His warm, delicate fingers came into contact with your skin. He gently ran them over your injured ankle, examining the damage and causing you to shiver and to suppress a moan. He moved your ankle, turning your suppressed moan into a small scream of pain. "Sorry." James apologised immediately. "I think it's not broken, but definitely twisted." Then he looked around the camp. "Has somebody a rag, cloth or something similar?" Slivko was immediately at his side, handing him a dark blue cloth. James drenched it in cold water from his water bottle and wrapped it carefully around your ankle. You hissed at the sudden coldness. "Keeps the swelling down." "Thank you." You said again, blushing, when he gave you another small smile. "Of course. Rest now." You nodded and tried to make yourself comfortable. James stood up and turned his back, walked away to talk to Mason and Slivko. You tried to sleep, were already on the verge of dozing off, when the Captain thwarted your plans and relighted the thirsting flame inside of you again. You couldn't control your body and mind sometimes, could you? It was the Captain's fault after all. Not yours. How dare he took off his t-shirt, because it was still soaking wet, to dry it beside the campfire... You didn't ask him to do this, did you? Anyway, you had now even more to look at and drool over. His muscular back. The clearly visible abs and broad chest. Or the fine hair, which curled itself so perfectly over the expanse of his pecs. Yes... One thing was certain. If the island, its creatures or your own clumsiness wasn't going to kill you, then definitely James and his fucking good looks.

#captain james conrad #james conrad x reader #james conrad x fem!reader #james conrad x you #james conrad x y/n #captain james conrad x reader #captain james conrad x fem!reader #kong skull island

[invisibleraven]

Okay I am prompting cowboys and aliens AU, pairing of your choice bc I am just so curious lolol

It all starts when Reggie's prize heffer goes missing.

It's annoying, because he hasn't heard of any cattle rustlers in the area, and the local kids learned not to mess with him after he levelled his shotgun at Betsy Gunderson's boy trying to bed the daughter of the local preacher in his hayloft.

So he stakes out his fields, waiting for the idiots who decided to steal from him. He's expecting a group of toughs, or maybe one lone guy out to pick off his herd. He just doesn't expect to get beamed up by a freaking UFO.

The space is sterile and white, and there's no sign of Reggie's wayward cow, or anything else for that matter. He's terrified, worrying about lasers and probes, and every other trope that sci-fi movies have taught him to expect.

Only there are no little green men, but a sentient pile of orangey goo that greet him, making weird squawking at him in a pitch that makes his fillings rattle. He holds his hands over his ears until there's some clicks and chirps, then finally a voice.

"Is that better? Can you understand me now?"

Reggie lowers his hands, and sees the ooze almost vibrating as the voice repeats itself. "Um yeah... thanks? What's going on here?"

"I am here to observe your species," the creature says. "No harm, just observe."

"Did you steal my cow?" Reggie asks accusingly.

The creature glows a little, then gives what Reggie assumes is a laugh, though it sounds like tinkling bells. "Yes, I am afraid I did do that. I have been accused of trying to make it what you call a pet?"

"Yeah, cows aren't pets," Reggie replies. "I would kind of like her back if it's all the same."

"Do you have more?' the creature asks. "I would love to observe them all together in a group."

"A herd? I mean yeah... as long as you aren't planning on keeping them," Reggie says. "Though... do you have another form? This one is liable to give people the willies."

"I am the willies?" the creature ruminates, then shift until he resembles a very attractive human with bronze coloured skin, long dark hair, and cheekbones you could slice bread on. He is also very very naked, so Reggie tries to focus on said cheekbones. "I am acceptable now?"

"Sure, let's... get you to my house for some clothes and I'll show you around the farm."

The creature, who insists on going by The Willies (which Reggie just shortens to Willie, much to it's delight) loves the farm. He's less fond of clothes, but Reggie has managed to get him into shorts and a crop top left over from his last boyfriend, which is good enough.

Willie coos over the cows, is terrified of the chickens, a bit cautious around the pigs and is fascinated by the horses. He's a bit of a disaster in the saddle the first time Reggie takes him riding, but he eventually gets the hang of it, whooping as Ferdinand canters alongside Old Red.

Reggie brings Willie into town, biting back a smile as his wonder at other people, the food, the sights and sounds. It's kind of like a kid at DisneyLand, but he also notices that Willie gets overwhelmed easily, nervous in crowds, so he takes it slow.

"Your world is almost too much for me I'm afraid," Willie says as they head back in Reggie's truck, and Reggie doesn't have the heart to tell him he's only seen a small town in Montana, far from the world.

"We can take it day by day," Reggie replies. "World isn't going anywhere."

"My mission won't allow me to linger here much longer I'm afraid," Willie replies. "I'm supposed to report back soon, with all my findings. They've given me all the extensions they can."

"Oh."

Reggie finds he's kind of sad about that. Over the past few weeks or so he's come to enjoy Willie's presence here. The farm is kind of lonely, and it was nice to have a friend around. "Do you think you might be able to come back? I think you'd love winter time."

Willie is silent for a while, biting his plush bottom lip and playing with his hair. It isn't until they're sat at the table, idly sipping on coffee and poking at a slice of pie that he speaks. "In truth, I do not want to go. I love it here, even if it is too much at times. But I have a duty..."

"I get that," Reggie replies. "You are always welcome to stay or come back if you want."

"It is very far, many parsecs," Willie admits. "I do not think I would be able to return in your lifetime if I went."

"Well that's a bummer," Reggie admits. "Can you give me one more day though?"

"That is the least I can do," Willie replies, squeezing his hand. "After you have given me so much."

Willie returns to his ship soon after-holding human form exhausts him after a while, so he must recharge in his natural state. Reggie takes the time to get everything ready, wanting Willie to go out on a bang.

The next morning, Willie appears in the kitchen, looking around and his wide eyed amazement is pure serotonin for Reggie. He's set the house up for Christmas, complete with the tree, a few present, even got the snow machine to cover the outside of the window and a bit of the lawn.

It's an amazing day, with Willie beaming the whole time. They eat and watch terrible holiday movies, and Willie is ecstatic over the funky socks Reggie got him, just in case he takes a form with feet again.

But as the hour grows later, they know time is running short. Willie says goodbye to the animals, giving Daisy the prize heffer a kiss to her snout, murmuring to her in clicks and whistles, but Reggie gets the sentiment.

"I'll miss you," he admits as they walk towards the place where the ship is hovering in the air, camouflaged by some technology that Reggie doesn't understand.

"And I you," Willie admits. "I think I shall keep the name you gave me, to remember you by."

Reggie give him a sad smile, and brings him in for a hug-their first, as Willie is very hesitant about touch. But this he seems to like, letting it linger. Until he pulls away, smiling at Reggie.

"Farewell Reggie."

"Take care Willie."

And then he's gone, the ship disappearing in a streak of light. Reggie takes his time heading back to the house, even longer dismantling the fake holiday. Finds the pack of socks still sitting on the floor by the couch and has a god cry about it.

But then there's a knock on the door, and when Reggie opens it, there's Willie, hesitant and shy. "Hi. I was wondering... if maybe you could tell me what pets we could have?"

Reggie cries even more, but pulls Willie in for another hug. "We can get a dog," he promises him.

And they do-and a whole lot more than that, in the end.

#filled prompts #ficlet #wiggie #julie and the phantoms

[evilestgentleman]

Round 1.7

Walt Propaganda

he lured a guy to his Giant Monster Teammate and said "i brought you a midnight snack" and just sat back and ate an apple while watching the guy get eaten. like he actually does get redeemed later but i think "happily watching a guy get eaten alive" still counts as evil. but at the same time he's like... got a nice suit (at least in human form) and a posh accent and he's very neat and tidy and calculating compared to the other members of the Evil Squad. the other villains are brutish and messy, but Strickler does everything with patience and finesse. ALSO he's like, pretty nice to the hero, all things considered. helps him out after school, checks in on his mental/emotional wellbeing, etc. overall just simultaneously a really nice caring guy and a sadistic manipulative freak. literally the best character in the series im so mad he was barely in it after season 1

Viren Propaganda

First of all his whole vibe is a constant "I'm smarter than you and I know it, and there's nothing you can do about it." Just OOZES smarminess and the worst part is that it's actually???? Deserved?!?!??! He is genuinely charming and well liked and you just HATE THAT about him. Anyways regarding his actual crimes: stole a dragons egg (and considering dragons are sentient creatures with their own cultures and cities and can communicate with others with no problems he basically just STOLE A BABY), claimed it was a weapon of mass destruction so he could run experiments on it, and got away with it because no one knows enough about magic to prove him wrong. Tried to take over the throne after the king (whom he considered a brother) by saying the princes were dead (they were not). Told his kids (who are good kids and were really good friends with the princes) separately to kill the princes. And then gaslit them into thinking that he didn't say that when the kids actually talked to each other cause they thought it was weird. He also very clearly favors his magic using kid and dismisses his Crown Guard kid and it makes me so mad because they are siblings who would do anything for each other (as proven in the show) and he just keeps pitting them against each other. Tried to convince the neighboring kingdoms to start a race war. When a 12 yr old told him that was stupid and she wasn't doing it, causing the others to follow her lead, he sent assassins to all of them and framed the elves and ACTUALLY started a race war. Also canonically supports Trans rights but tells people to "stop crying and get over it" when they're upset they committed a murder. He's done a lot more war crimes and nature crimes (but i figured the first 2 seasons covered enough), has been called a dilf, is divorced, has died and been brought back to life, and might be a little gay though there's no canon proof yet. 

#bark bark #round one #group seven #tournament poll #walter strickler #waltolomew stricklander #trollhunters #viren #the dragon prince

[alloverthegaf]

hi everyone I know I’ve been MIA forever I’m sorry but let me make it up to you by telling y’all the story of our mystery visitor.

A couple of months ago I woke up at night every now and then to hear meowing outside our window, but I never saw the culprit, and eventually forgot about it.

A week or so later we left out a pizza box with a slice left in it. Next morning Ron gets up for work and wakes me up to find out what the hell happened in the kitchen.

Naturally I, the country girl, started completely freaking out because I was imagining all the different creatures that could be secretly living in our house. Ron, the city boy, thought this was hilarious. I did not, because I was busy imagining waking up to a possum or a wild rat sitting on top of me in bed.

We did more investigating that afternoon and found little dirty paw prints on his computer desk, and the sink counter in the bathroom. Too big to be a rat, small enough to still be a possum, or a small cat.

Over the next week, we notice more small signs that SOMEONE is exploring our house in the midnight hours, but no more clues.

Then, one night, I’m sitting in our bedroom straightening my hair, and notice movement out of the corner of my eye. I look to the doorway and see a dark, bushy tail disappearing into the main bedroom, which we haven’t moved into yet because we haven’t set up my bed from home yet (different story). I quickly run and close the main bedroom door, then run to the entertainment room where Ron’s gaming and shout “I CAUGHT IT”.

I rush him to the bedroom and we open the door, and nothing’s there. That room permanently has a window open for an old air con vent, so clearly the intruder escaped.

At this point, obviously, I have come to the conclusion of cat.

We go away for the weekend (ANOTHER story, so romantic omg), and when we get back, we set up the bed and move into the main bedroom.

A week later my friend shows up on my doorstep crying and holding her 2 year old (oh my god another story I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long) and later we’re hanging out the back and chase the toddler back inside. When we all come out, her little snack pack of salami and cheese is missing all the fucking salami. I’m like “THE CAT!! IT WAS THE CAT!!”

We still have not properly met our regular visitor.

Then we have an irresponsible moment and buy a smart TV for the bedroom. I’m sitting in bed watching youtube and it happens. WE MEET.

He jumps right into the bedroom like it’s his own domain. We finally have our moment of true contact. He sniffs my hand. I pat him. He tries to bite me. He butts his head against me asking for more pats.

I gently coax him into letting me pick him up so I can bring him to Ron, who’s gaming online with the guys. I enter the room, call out “Ron!” and he looks away from his FPS and goes “...oh boy.”

Next he’s explaining through his mic that he thinks I’ve just adopted this stray cat.

Thing is I don’t think he’s a stray. He looks well fed, fairly groomed, he’s so comfortable with me.

As you can see from these photos from the NEXT night, where he is getting settled in our bed.

But he also gets very enthusiastic about food, and his claws are getting pretty long and sharp.

It’s maybe possibly not helped by me, encouraging him, and cuddling with him. Admittedly most nights since the first, Ron has come to bed and had to move the cat from his spot.

Since then, I have told Ron’s family about it, who all want me to have the cat because they know how much I want one, and gave me all the possible ways about how it might be homeless and need me to care for it, and basically they got in my head and I started fucking FEEDING him.

So now he’s coming by earlier during the day and leaving later and he keeps butting his damn head against me looking for pats and it’s so fucking CUTE and he has the most high pitched meow.

A couple of nights ago I was having a bad day and Ron wasn’t home and I had cereal for dinner, and no food left for the cat, and I got super stressed out about him clearly waiting for food and reaching for my bowl so I put him outside and closed our bedroom window. When Ron joined me in bed later that night I told him and said I felt really bad but also less stressed about this cat that wasn’t mine, and he was like “hmmm the cold front’s supposed to start tonight” and I got so guilty and stressed about the cat that I couldn’t relax until we heard him jump in from the bathroom window lmaooo.

I have since talked to some neighbours, and the next step is to get him scanned/take him to the vet to see if he’s microchipped. If he is, I’ll contact the owner and talk to them about what’s going on. If he’s not, I’m adopting him and spending my month’s salary on cat things.

Also, I’ve nicknamed him Boof. Because he likes to boof his head against me and also because he is clearly a boofhead.

And EVERYONE who even slightly knows me knows I’ve been dying to have a pet, especially a cat, but I’ve been waiting till the new year to make sure I’m ready and financially stable enough. And out of nowhere this cat starts just forcing his way into our lives. About a week after I bonded with Boof, I was explaining the situation to one of Ron’s friends in the car on the way to dinner, and said how I’d been wanting a cat for so long and suddenly this one appears, and Ron interrupted me to say “you didn’t manifest this cat” and I’m like “but I think I MANIFESTED THIS CAT”

If I do end up taking him in, we’ll be modifying the house so he can’t get outside without a leash or something anymore, and I’ll be doing everything I can to make sure he’s still properly stimulated at home. We live on a busy intersection so there’s no alternative for me. If we do find an owner, I will sadly but earnestly ask them to try to keep him inside from now on, not only for his safety from traffic, but also because I don’t want the responsibility of something happening to him while he’s with me and he’s not mine.

I’ll update y’all as we go. But whatever happens, I feel very blessed to have met and bonded with Boof.

#ramblings #non fandom #long post #alloverthecamera