#wing commander shelby

[kxmpfflieger]

1 am. it's officially my birthday! My gift to you is this doodle-dump lol

#martyrs of the sky #ww1 aviation #ww1 #artists on tumblr #art tag ✨️ #manfred von richthofen #elias von hafke #sebastian festner #karl allmenröder #wing commander shelby #major Enfield #captain bancroft

[queenshelby]

Forbidden Desire (Part Eleven)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader (Female/Incestuous)

Warnings: Incest (at this stage accidental), Age Gap, PTSD, Domestic Abuse, Self-Harm, Fluff, Smut

After the earth-shattering revelation that Thomas Shelby was your long-lost uncle, your world was turned upside down. The truth weighed heavily upon your shoulders, casting a dark cloud of desire and forbidden love that enveloped your every thought.

Yearning for a real father figure and a sense of belonging, you found solace in Arthur's attempts to embrace you as his own. Yet, deep within, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions tugged at your heart. The news of Arthur being your father was a bitter pill to swallow, especially as you had already fallen under the spell of Thomas. Despite the twisted nature of your newfound familial ties, an undeniable thrill coursed through your veins at the mere thought of him.

Polly, ever perceptive, was aware of your forbidden desires. In due course, she orchestrated your induction into the Shelby Family, much to your mother's displeasure. In the midst of a family gathering, you were welcomed as an equal, officially cementing your place within the Shelby clan.

Within weeks, Polly took you under her wing, unveiling the intricacies of the Shelby name. She showed you how to navigate the treacherous waters of their empire, providing you with the tools to forge your own path. In her tutelage, you learned the art of negotiation and gained the confidence to command respect from those who once stood above you. Your transformation did not go unnoticed, as your newfound assertiveness radiated like a beacon.

Linda, resentful of Arthur for allowing your rise within the Shelby Company Limited, would often remark, "You truly are a Shelby." In the bustling office, you commanded attention with your sharp wit and no-nonsense attitude. Even the other Peaky Blinders marvelled at your ability to tackle any challenge that crossed your path. Your formidable uncle, Tommy, couldn't help but be drawn to this "new you."

"I see you've settled right in, taking charge like a true fucking Shelby," Tommy proclaimed proudly upon his return from the United States, where he had forged an alliance with Al Capone.

A mischievous twinkle danced in your eyes as you replied, "Indeed, Tommy," fully aware of the captivating presence you now possessed. Tommy's gaze lingered upon you, unable to tear himself away from the magnetic force you had become.

As such, his desire for you quickly resurfaced when he returned to the office after you had last seen him three weeks ago, and this desire was now becoming stronger with each day.

Your desire for your newfound uncle, however, had never really been extinguished even though, deep down, you knew that this forbidden infatuation could never be. The more you tried to fight it, the harder it seemed to resist.

Now that he was back in Birmingham, this was going to be problematic, and you could not help but tease him, making sure that he knew that you still did not care about the fact that he was your uncle.

Thus, one day, as you were engrossed in analysing some financial documents, you became aware of a pair of intense eyes fixed upon you. Raising your gaze, you caught Thomas giving you that infamous Shelby smirk, glimmering with a mixture of admiration and something darker.

"Enjoying the view, Tommy?" you quipped, unable to resist the temptation of toying with your uncle and letting him know that you knew he was watching you. After all, power breeds confidence, and confidence tempts fate.

Thomas leaned against the door frame, his voice dripping with the perfect blend of arrogance and desire. "The view is quite remarkable indeed, but it's not the scenery that has captured my attention, Love," he mused, and the air between you crackled with an intoxicating mix of tension and attraction.

“I didn’t think it was, uncle,” you teased and little did you realise just how deeply Tommy still desired you, his thoughts consumed by the forbidden possibilities.

***

As days turned into weeks, though, the flirtation between you and your uncle escalated. The stolen glances, lingering touches, and suggestive banter left a trail of electric anticipation in the air.

However, Tommy, consumed by his position and familial responsibilities, fought tooth and nail to keep the burgeoning attraction at bay. He knew all too well the dangers of allowing desires to steer his course, especially when they involved his own flesh and blood.

Reminding yourself of the bond you shared as a family, you tried to suppress the growing feelings within you as well. This was a line that should never be crossed again, no matter how tempting it may be.

One evening, though, as the sun dipped below the Birmingham skyline, you found yourself alone with your uncle in his dimly lit office. The cogs of desire turned ceaselessly in both of your minds, threatening to break free from their self-imposed restraints.

"You know damn well what you're doing to me, don't you Love?" Tommy whispered his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

“I do, Thomas and I am enjoying it. You were the first man I have ever slept with, and I most certainly don’t have any regrets, even after finding out that we are related,” you smirked before a moment of tense silence hung heavy in the air like a thick fog, the unspoken truth lingering between you. The forbidden fruit was tantalisingly close, the taste both bitter and alluring.

“But, I respect your decision. I know how important the elections are for the company, and I also know how important you are to this family of which I am now part. So, I won’t stand in your way,” you reassured your uncle, your voice filled with a mixture of admiration and apprehension. The weight of the upcoming elections for the company and the significance of your role as a member of this esteemed family was not lost on you. You knew that your uncle's leadership was crucial, and you didn't want to impede his progress.

As he stepped closer, his presence enveloped you, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. It sent shivers down your spine, igniting a desire that surged through your veins. The intensity of your emotions was almost overwhelming, but you managed to maintain your composure.

His response was immediate, his voice dripping with an intoxicating blend of passion and confidence. "You could never stand in my way, Love," Tommy declared, his gaze locked with yours. It was as if time stood still at that moment, and you couldn't help but feel a wave of vulnerability wash over you.

A shy smile played on your lips as you absorbed his words. "No?" you whispered, your voice barely audible. Tommy's hand gently caressed your face, his touch both tender and possessive.

"No, never," he assured you, his smile radiant as he pulled away slightly. He seemed to savour the tension between you, revelling in the unspoken connection that bound you together. "I have a gift for you," he revealed, his voice filled with anticipation.

With a delicate flourish, he presented you with a beautifully wrapped parcel. The vibrant green satin dress nestled within shimmered in the soft glow of the room. Its luxurious fabric seemed to come alive, whispering promises of elegance and allure. It was a testament to the exquisite taste and attention to detail that Tommy possessed.

You couldn't help but be captivated by the dress, its beauty mirroring the complexity of your emotions. It symbolised the delicate balance between duty and desire, representing the choices you were faced with in this intricate dance of power and love.

"Before I knew that you were my niece, I had something special planned for your birthday. This no longer seems appropriate now as it involved a date at the pictures and several hours of fucking. But I wanted you to have this dress anyway, as it was custom-made for you. It should fit you perfectly, and perhaps you could wear it at your birthday party next week,” Tommy exclaimed, hearted.

The beauty of the dress filled you with conflicted emotions - gratitude, desire, and a tinge of sadness. You couldn't ignore the fact that Thomas had desired you before discovering your blood connection. It was a bittersweet gift, a reminder of the love that could never be.

***

The day of your birthday had finally arrived, and Polly spared no expense in hosting a lavish celebration for their newest member. Arrow House was adorned with twinkling lights and fragrant roses, the grandeur of the occasion evident in every glittering detail.

As you walked down the sweeping staircase adorned in the green satin dress gifted to you by your own uncle, the room fell silent. All eyes were on you, the long-lost daughter of Arthur Shelby, now officially welcomed into the Shelby Family.

The dress clung to your curves, accentuating every tantalising inch of you. Thomas, unable to resist the sight before him, felt his desire for you intensify with each step you took. It was as if the very air around him crackled with a forbidden energy.

He couldn't tear his gaze away, mesmerised by your beauty. He cursed himself for the wicked thoughts that danced through his mind, yearning to touch and taste what he knew he could never have again.

The music swirled through the room, a melody of voices and laughter, yet all Thomas could hear was the pounding of his own heart, a wild beat that threatened to expose his desires to the world.

In a quiet corner of Arrow House, beneath a veil of shadows, you mustered the courage to approach Tommy to thank him for his generous gift. The ache within you had become unbearable, the desire to kiss him consuming your every thought.

“Thank you for the dress,” you told him almost shyly as his penetrating gaze met yours, and you could see the struggle in his eyes.

“You are welcome, Love,” Tommy responded as he looked at you, desire mixed with guilt, creating a tempestuous storm within his troubled soul.

"You look stunning in it, just as I had anticipated,” he whispered, his voice tinged with need. It was a dangerous game he was playing, his words a tantalising invitation into the forbidden depths of his desires.

Lizzie Stark, who had harboured affection for Thomas for years and who was carrying his child, watched your interaction with a mix of envy and resentment. The rivalry between you and Lizzie had always existed, but now it had become intertwined with the complex tapestry of desire and blood that bound Thomas to you.

She knew about past intimacy between you and Tommy and thought that all of this was in the past now that you were part of the family.

“Lizzie is clearly still worried about you and me,” you smirked, causing Tommy to chuckle as you both noticed her eyes on you.

“Well, Lizzie has always had a dislike for women I am associating myself with, and you are clearly no exception,” Tommy acknowledged, causing you to laugh.

“But you are not associating yourself with me anymore. She, of all persons, should know that now that she reminds me of our family bond every day, referring to you as my fucking uncle,” you said with some annoyance in your voice, causing Tommy to chuckle.

“Does she now?” Tommy chuckled, causing you to nod.

“Yes, Uncle Tommy. She does. And perhaps you should have a word with her about it and tell her to stop being so pitiful,” you told Tommy before you beckoned him with a mischievous smile.

“Now come, I need to show you something,” you then told your uncle before leading him upstairs to one of the guestrooms in Arrow House, and as Tommy followed you silently, desire burned hot between you, pulsating with a fierce urgency.

“Show me what, Love?” Tommy ought to enquire as, confidently, you pulled him into the empty room before, in the dimly lit corner, you pressed your lips against his with a passionate fervour, your hands exploring his body with a mixture of longing and desperation.

It was a kiss laden with desperation, a passionate struggle against the convictions that threatened to tear you apart. For a fleeting moment, nothing else mattered, and the world outside that room ceased to exist.

But just as quickly as it had begun, Thomas pulled away, his face a maelstrom of regret and self-reproach. "No," he said, his voice ragged and filled with torment.

His grip on your shoulders tightened as he tried to find the words. "Y/N, I am your fucking uncle,” he said, his voice thick with anguish. It was a reminder that echoed through your mind, a harsh reality that threatened to shatter the fragile illusion of forbidden love.

“Yes, I know, but it is also my birthday, and I am already drunk on the champagne,” you told him, realising once again how much you still loved him as, in your eyes, disappointment mingled with frustration.

Thomas looked torn, his resolve waning under the weight of his desires. But his sense of duty fought fiercely against the raw passion that had entwined your souls. It was a battle for his moral compass, and he knew it would forever change the dynamic of the family if he surrendered to temptation.

"I can't Love. It's not just about us. It's about my fucking reputation, the elections, and everything that holds our family together, and you fucking know that, don’t you, eh" he repeated again, using the same words that he used on you two weeks ago. His voice was heavy with self-restraint. His eyes bore into yours, an unspoken promise of love and longing, even as he denied himself the pleasure of surrendering.

The corner was filled with unspoken words, thick with regret and longing. The world faded away, leaving only the two of you caught in a web of desire and familial ties. The room buzzed with excitement, oblivious to the intricate dance of passion being performed in that secluded space.

Frustration coiled within you, growing with each passing second. The truth of your blood connection was like a spectre haunting your every thought. The intensity and complexity of your feelings made it difficult to see beyond the throbbing ache in your heart.

Thomas abruptly stepped back, creating distance between you as he battled conflicting emotions. He turned away, his jaw clenching with determination. "I'm sorry. I should've never allowed it to go this far," he said, his voice heavy with self-loathing, not even realising that you both were being watched.

Without another word, Thomas walked away, leaving you standing there, trembling with a potent mix of desire, frustration, and heartbreak. He walked toward the door, his footsteps weighted with regret.

As he turned the doorknob, you couldn't hold back the desperation in your voice. "Thomas, please... don't leave me here. Not like this, on my fucking birthday,” you begged, and Thomas froze at the threshold, his resolve wavering for a precious moment. His eyes were lost in a tempest of conflicting emotions. But then, with a final sigh, he stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, leaving you alone in the room, your heart shattered.

Tears streamed down your face as you collapsed onto the bed, the weight of the forbidden desire crushing you. You wondered if you could ever find a way to navigate this treacherous path, one that defied both morality and convention.

Unbeknownst to you, as you lay broken and defeated, Thomas stood at the end of the hallway. His fists clenched, his features twisted in anguish. The battle within him waged on, torn between the love he knew was wrong and the restraint he knew was correct.

Lying there, adrift in a sea of despair, you wondered how it had come to this. How had fate forged such an intricate web, weaving together desire, longing, and the damning truth of your shared blood?

You felt like you had been short-changed by life, and after wiping away your tears, you, too, put on a solid face to return to the party downstairs.

Lizzie Stark, her eyes filled with triumph and pity, brushed past you on your way down to the ballroom, her voice barely concealing her smug satisfaction. "Tommy will never truly be yours. Blood is thicker than desire,” she barked, and you resisted the urge to confront Lizzie, unable to find the words to refute her taunts.

The weight of Thomas's rejection bore down on you, suffocating your spirit and casting a dark cloud over the extravagant celebration that had once held so much promise.

As you meandered through the festivities, your mind raced with thoughts of escape. Perhaps leaving Birmingham was the only way to mend your shattered heart. But even as you entertained the notion, a part of you clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, love could conquer all in the end until, somewhat suddenly, you were approached by a man you had not met before. His name was Liam O’Connor, and he was the newest member of the Peaky Blinders. Handsome, tall and dangerous.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x y/n #tommy shelby #cillian murphy x you #peaky blinders #tommy shelby smut #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby smut #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinder fanfic

[marzghost]

Just finished rewatching Avatar by James Cameron ( just to refresh the old memory box and let me tell you ,nine year old me definitely did not have the mental capacity to appreciate said movie) and I'm just over here buzzing with a new au for the hermits/empires crew and if you can't already tell it's 100% inspired by said movie.

The Hermits and emperors would be like the Na'vi while the watchers/listeners would take the place of the "sky people"/humans.

Grian, Jimmy, and Pearl would be the three with Avatars known as Shells who are sent down as spies for the watchers and listeners in order to gain information on how to take what they want from this new strange plant/server. In this au the watchers and listeners don't refer to what they are but to what they are allowed to know about combat by the void. The Void is the compound in which they work for whose main mission is to find planets with powerful energy sources so that they can take it and sell it to the highest bidder.

Jugavians are what the hermits and emperors species will be called and they are a bird like race that can't fly without the help of elytra ,another native species to Hermpier. Jugavians are tall beings with large eyes ,winglike ears, tails that fan out with feathers at the end with a pair of small wings on it right before it fans out, and a large blue gem in the center of their chests (lapis). They are generally kind and welcoming people but ever since the takers appeared have become suspicious and aggressive. Jugavians are all one species with the type of birds they are based off of as different types of subspecies.

Shells are the lab grown Void versions of Jugavians made specifically for their hosts in order to gain the trust of the jugavians so that they can figure out their weaknesses and take what they want. They appear to be exactly like jugavians but are missing the pair of wings that can be found on the tails of real jugavians.

Down below is a list of all the hermits and emperors. I've already decided what birds some of them would be based off of as well as the roles Grian Jimmy and Pearl each have working for the void. I'm open to suggestions for anyone without an assigned bird already. I'll also be drawing up an example for what Jugavians look like.

Grian: Watcher: Head researcher and the one who picked both Jimmy and Pearl to be part of project Shell. He has some combat experience due to his watcher status. Is twin brothers with Jimmy. His shell is a, you guessed it, Red Macaw variant.

Jimmy: Listener: one of the few Negotiators working within The Void. As a listener he isn't really allowed to know combat other than the bare minimum. Twin brother of Grian and is actually the younger of the two. His shell is a Canary variant.

Pearl: Watcher: Pearl is a soldier and the cousin of both Grian and Jimmy. As a soldier she has the most combat experience of the three and is meant to protect both Grian and Jimmy while they do their jobs. Her shell is a Snow owl variant.

Bigb: listener: pilot

Martyn:listener: Driller

Ren: Leader: Harris Halk

Bdubs: Second in command to Ren: Potoo bird

Tango: Farm builder: Red Avadavat

Doc: Weapon builder/ Scientist:Harpy Eagle

False: Head Warrior:Bald Eagle

Scar: Second in command Warrior: Red Tailed Hawk

Mumbo: Inventer :Inca Tern

Oli: Singer: Cockatiel

Karalis: Builder: Japanese Long Tailed Tit

Xisuma: Farm builder: Great Eared Nightjar

Impulse:

Gem:

Cub:

Iskall:

Stress:

Etho:

Ijevin:

Cleo:

Joe:

Xb:

Beef:

Zedaph:

Hypnotized:

Lizzie:

Joel:

Sausage:

Scott:

Pix:

Fwhip:

Katherine:

Joey:

Shelby:

#hermitcraft #empires smp #avatar au #Marz Avatar Au #james cameron avatar #They just give off their vibes #I'll draw each and everyone of them if it kills me #goodtimeswithscar #grian #tangotek #jimmy solidarity #scarian #rancher duo #desert duo #Jimmy and Grian are siblings with exotic taste #Pearl is done with them lol #Jugavians #brain go brrrrrr #pearlescentmoon #mumbojumbo #enemies to lovers 👀 #hermitshipping #hermitcraft au

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

I saw phantom headcanons :)

I'd love to hear some!

Yippee!!

ok, so I personally don’t hc humanoid phantoms to have wings, since it’s canon in osmp that wilbur doesn’t have wings (though designs where they do are really cool) and other origins who don’t have wings originally can become phantoms (ie shelby, who was a rabbit before she died)

the cloak/scarf thing I draw phantombur with is based off the fact that normal phantoms are like wyvern type things, so the ‘wings’ on Wilbur’s scarf thing connect to their arms, and in my osmp hc Tommy made it for them. It’s weighted as well, which helps with some of Wilbur’s trauma/back pain which I will now explain

humanoid phantoms (as seen in my design) have pointed ears and tails, and their bones are… complicated

they have bones, and blood, and all their organs, but they don’t really need them? they can breathe and bleed and get hurt but they’re not alive, and can float/go invisible and noncorporeal on command, so it’s complicated

Shelby got really lucky. she doesn’t remember her death, and because she was a rabbit hybrid before she died, she’s used to having more humanish features, not to mention normal bones

however, avian biology works a little differently, and Wilbur is used to having a) hollow bones and b) whole ass other limbs, so they get a lot of pain, especially in their back (so Tommy made them that weighted cloak scarf thing to counteract their off balance-ness and help them with posture)

it’s a real 50/50 if an origin becomes a phantom when they die, and it’s more likely to happen if their death wasn’t natural (like Shelby being fucking murdered and Wilbur (in fanon mostly) dying when he was younger)

this is a more lighthearted hc that I have but wilbur tends to float more because they were an avian and were used to being airborne, while Shelby doesn’t float as much cause she was a rabbit and was used to running and jumping around and generally being on the ground (they both go invisible and through walls regularly though)

#I hope this is coherent #mcyt #osmp #origins smp #shubble #o!shubble #o!wilbur #phantombur #wilbur soot #phantom duo #phantoms #10piecetalks

[shyrose57]

I got an idea for Joey, kinda

Why did Xornoth think this was a good idea? Going into the JUNGLE, why was he even here?

Oh, right, supplies....and chocolate, but mostly supplies!(even he didn't believe that-)

He needed bamboo, to make scaffolding as well as it could be used for fuel and replacements for normal wood.....and Lizzie had mentioned hot chocolate to the kids and they had decided the best way ti get it, was to bother him for a week

And was slightly panicking, so he was walking fast, and it was just trees, then suddenly, a village with octalots roaming around

....he figured saying it was a supply run would be better then saying it was a chocolate run

Of course it wasn't a surprise to him when he got lost, as the Jungle had far taller trees then oak or birch forests; but now he had broken his compass, because of a stupid fucking panda

And then he was on the ground from an ambush

"What the fuck-" Xornoth shouted, then paused seeing this child about Jimmy's age(so, 15?), with parrot wings, "....why are you jumping one me?"

It took around 10 seconds for Xornoth turn his tone from a sneak to fatherly

"Your in MY kingdom! You aren't supposed to be here!" The kid yelled

"....a kingdom full of cats?"

"Yes! I am the cat king!" The kid yelled, flaring his wings

"Yes.....yes you are, why are you alone" xornoth asked

The kid looks thrown off and swallowed, "because I'm the cat king...."

"Alright, yeah...how about you help me get bamboo and coco beans, then I'll take you...and your cats to a bigger kingdom"

"...can I still be king?"

"...you'll be a prince so, sure?"

"Ok!"

Safe to say, Xornoth came home with another child, a parrot hybrid, and around 12 cats; Shelby grumbled at the cat thing, just a bit, but other then that everything was fine

....the kingdom wasn't even surprised they got a new prince.....

Fgjgdg

I love this so much. Feral jungle child Joey actually works really great, with the Lost Empire and all. An official kingdom? No, but he has half a dozen ocelots at his command, and a sentient jungle that's kept him alive this long. Tiny child Joey grows up there after being abandoned or something.

Xornoth's probably the first person he's seen in ages. And Xornoth can't exactly leave this child alone know that he knows he's here.

So anyway. Now he shares custody of Joey and half a dozen jungle animals with The Jungle.

#With Great Power AU #empires smp au

[fantasticalbiology]

Afterlife tarot Stands

This is a followup to my afterlife tarot card post. 

Breaths in and pose dramatically using my stand [In the Space where the event is taking place] I will reveal the stands of everyone

Death 10 its, user unknown. The stand is the land itself allows for reincarnation into a different species up to ten times Destructive power- E Speed- E Range- A Stamina- A Precision- A Developmental Potential-  B

The Moon World 7, Its user Fwhip real name Bryce. The stand manifest as a grey humanoid allows its user to turn invisible and fire arrow projectiles. Destructive power- C Speed- B Range- B Stamina- C Precision- B Development Potential-  C

Sun 3 its user Katherine. The stand manifest as a small fairy in nothing, but vine. It allows its user instantaneous plant growth, flight and the ability to glow. Destructive power- E Speed- D Range- E Stamina- B Precision- A Development Potential- E

The 1 Black Moon Its User Shubble real name Shelby. The Stand manifest as an amorphous black blob that can do almost anything its user commands such as creating power claws Destructive power- A Speed- B Range- C Stamina- C Precision- A Development Potential- A

The Star Hermit its user the Orion Sound real name Oliver. The stand manifest as an axolotl man with the drip, the stand can teleport and with a punch can heal you, Destructive power- D Speed- B Range- D Stamina- D Precision- A Development Potential- E

The tower of 2 its user Joseph Graceffa. The stand manifest as a small humanoid with vestigial wings and allows its user to shrink themselves and others increasing their aggression levels Destructive power- E Speed- A Range- E Stamina- B Precision- A Development Potential- E

The Devil’s Judgemental Chariot Its user Scott Major. The Stand manifest as a swarm of Moth golden moths that can drink blood and repel the dead Destructive power- B Speed- C Range- B Stamina- A Precision- B Development Potential - E

Hermit Temperance It’s user Lauren. A stand similar to Star Hermit, it allows it user to teleport and manifest as a female tall humanoid with purple hair. Destructive power- C Speed- A Range- D Stamina- D Precision- A Development Potential- E

High Priestess its user LDshadowlady real name Elizabeth Dwyer. The stand manifest as a humanoid chimera  if it looks at you its marked you for death, it leaves behind slime. Destructive Power- A Speed- B Range- A Stamina- A Precision- A Development Potential- A

The Hierophant of Justice- The stand manifest as a large  robotic humanoid with a big nose with extraordinary strength Destructive Power- A Speed- D Range- D Stamina- A Precision- C Development Potential- D

The Wheel of Fortune its user CPK real name Callum Knight. The stand manifest a a humanoid fox man Destructive power- B Speed- D Range- D Stamina- E Precision- B Development Potential-  A

Strength 3 Its user Mythical Sausage. The stand can control the flow gravity Destructive power- C Speed- A Range- C Stamina- D Precision- E Development Potential- E

The High Pristess’s Lover its user Smallisbeans real name Joel. The stand manifest as a green humanoid in a school uniform and is a similar stand to High Priestess only its eyes can’t kill only weaken Destructive Power- D Speed- B Range- C Stamina- D Precision- C Development Potential- C

The Emperor 4th emperor its user Solidarity real name James Brinson, The stand appear as a humanoid wolf Destructive power- B Speed- A Range- C Stamina-A Precision-B Development Potential- B

Magicians Pink its user Strawburry17 real name Megan. The stand manifest as a three mushroom humanoids Destructive power- A Speed A Range- C Stamina- B Precision - B Development Potential- D

The Fool its user RipMika real name Mika Midgett. No one seen her stand manifest her stand manifest Destructive Power- ? Speed- ? Range- ? Stamina- ? Precision- ? Development Potential- A

#Alsmp #fwhip #katherine elizabeth #shubble #the orion sound #joey graceffa #scott smajor #dangthatsalongname #laurenzside #ldshadowlady #GeminiTay #seapeekay #mythicalsausage #smallishbeans #solidaritygaming #strawburry17 #ripmika

[mudaship39]

Character Bio of the Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid main character Part 18

Transportation:

Transformable hover bike capable of transforming into a hover sportbike or hover motorcycle 

Transformable hover car. It can go from 0-60 in 10 seconds and has a top speed of 290 mph. It has a luxurious interior, a dash computer and a sunroof. It has heated seats, extra-large anti gravity thrusters, & improved safety features. It has leather seats and a navigation system. It handles very well. It runs fine at most speeds. It has racing stripes. It has an upgraded diesel engine. It has automatic everything. The styling features asymmetry. It runs like it just got out of the shop. It practically purrs when it runs. The styling features sleek lines.

Hover Toyota GT86, Scion FRS, & Scion Tc mix tuner car.

Hover Dodge Challenger, Chevy Camaro, & Shelby Cobra GT 500 mix muscle car.

Spaceship:

Hyperion:

A battleship, carrier, battle cruiser, dreadnought, & flagship fusion capital ship. It is a mobile forward operating base. It was commanded by a fleet admiral. This flagship commanded by a fleet admiral is protected by several fleets with each specific fleet commanded by an admiral, vice admiral, rear admiral, & or a commodore. Each capital ship is led by captains with their own officers of commanders, lieutenant commanders, lieutenants, lieutenant junior grades, & ensigns. Roles of galactic exploration, large scale force deployment, space warfare, long range fire support, ship to ship combat, patrol, command ship, invasion, capital ship, front line combat, & fleet flagship. Weighs 10 billion tons. Is 2000 meters wide. Is 9000 meters long. Is 5000 meters high. Has three primary engines. Has six secondary engines. It is powered by a nuclear fusion reactor. Has a warp drive. Has a slip space drive. Is capable of faster than light travel. Is protected by heavy human and alien metal plating for protection against ballistic and hard light metal. Has a shield generator that generates shields that protects against plasma, energy, & laser weapons. Has a forcefield generator that generates a forcefield that absorbs and reflects against weapons. Is escorted by a fleet of capital ships of frigates, cruisers, corvettes, destroyers, dreadnoughts, battleships, & battle cruisers. Has armaments of: Several nuclear warheads. Mass electromagnetic cannons. Rail guns. Positron cannons. Laser cannons. Energy cannons. Zero point energy laser cannons. Heavy Mounted Machine Guns. Mounted Gatling Guns. Mounted Grenade Launcher Silos. Has an anti aircraft gun network. Has an anti spacecraft gun network. Plasma batteries. Laser batteries. Mounted Guided Missile Launcher Silo network. Has ship to ship missile silos. Has 500,000 personnel. Has space army soldiers, space navy men, space force airmen, & space marine corp marines on board. Has metahuman and superhuman alien and human super soldiers onboard. Has 100, 000 civilians onboard. Has 3000 space paramilitary intelligence officers onboard. Has thousands of ground vehicles. Has walking tanks, battle walkers, & mech suits. Has thousands of aerial vehicles. Has 500 drop pods. Has hundreds of thousands of lifeboats and escape pods. Is assisted by hundreds of alien and human advanced smart AIs and thousands of alien and human dumb AIs. Is assisted by hundreds of thousands of inorganics such as robots, synthetics, androids, etc. Has cloaking and camouflage systems that trick thermal and electrical sensors. Has a laboratory, kitchen, cantina, mess hall, brig, officer’s quarters, living quarters, hanger bay, hospital, research lab, medical bay, sick ward, crew quarters, cargo bay, shuttle bay, observation deck, map room, bridge, armory, engineering deck, command deck, & commander’s  quarters, etc. 

Mounts:

Mount in the air is a winged alicorn. 

Mount in the ocean is a resurrected Megalodon prehistoric giant shark mount

Mount while on land is a unicorn 

Mount while on the battlefield as a demigod is a war mammoth.  

#indigenous #indigenous artist #indigenous writer #indigenous art #indigenous creator #indigenous rep #indigenous character #native artist #native art #native writer #native rep #native character #native creator #native tag #queer creator #queer representation #queer character #queer artist #queer writer #trans artist #trans writer #trans representation #trans creator #trans character #disabled creator #disabled writer #disabled representation #disabled character #disabled artist #disabled art

[aduelbetweenkingdomsafreshstart]

ADBK: Perfectly Ultimate Great Moth

Epithet: The Looming Wings of the Empire

Voice Actor: Shelby Rabara

Tribe: The Arthropod Empire

Biography: Perfectly Ultimate may be younger than her sister, but she's still a Great Moth few would dare to mess with! Much like her two-tusked sister, Perfectly Ultimate has control over the wind and poisons her opponents with her powerful wings! However, due to a waxy covering on her wings, she's less vulnerable to Water and Electric attacks. However, this comes at a price, she's quadruple weak to Fire attacks, as her waxy wings are highly flammable.

The two command the skies of the Hive, and have seniority as one of the oldest Insects that serve Insect Queen.

They're among the first to impose her will, and the villages within Beetle Woods are those that feel the most of their wrath and destruction! Fortunately for the villages, there are those that live in this dense forest that defend against their onslaught.

The most noted of their enemies are the Shinobi Trio of Ansatsu, Strike Ninja and Armed Ninja, three Kindred masters of ninjutsu, and have often assassinated many of their commanders as they try to conquer other lands such as Murderwood.

Even with these enemies, very few mortals dare stand in the way of these two moths, their shadows are usually the last thing most see before joining the choir invisible!

#perfectly ultimate great moth #a duel between kingdoms #the arthropod empire #insect general

[amysteryspot]

Don’t know how to stop - Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader

Prompts: 40. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”; 69. “What do you want me to say?” + "Don't Know How to Stop" by Halestorm

Requested by: @sighonahurricane

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Changretta!Reader

Summary: “Or what, Thomas?” she interrupted him, defiance in her eyes as she glared back at him. “We both know you won’t kill me. You want revenge, want to see me suffer or you would have already killed me that night at the warehouse, in front of my father.”

Warnings: Smut/NSFW/+18, mentions of violence, swearing, there's a very brief implied reference to rape

Word Count: 2510

A/N: Not even going to try and find an excuse as to why this is longer than it should be, all you need to know is that I was in the mood. I absolutely loved to write this, but I'm feeling anxious about what you all are going to think of it. Really hope that you like it. For reference, reader is a Changretta and this is set between season three/four. Feedback is very much appreciated as always.

(Y/N) = Your Name | (Y/N/N) = Your Nickname

English is not my first language and this wasn’t proofread by a beta.

If you want to be tagged in my stories, just send me a message.

She had been the one that faced the Devil. Down on her knees in front of him, begging for her father’s life as he held the knife to her throat.

“One life for another,” she had offered, fingers curling into the fabric of his waistcoat. “You can have me. Do anything you want with me, just spare his life.”

The deal had been made that night, for reasons that Tommy still couldn’t understand, even after all these years. He wasn’t even sure if he had really considered the possibility of killing her, despite the rage clouding his mind at the time.

Vicente walked free, dragged out of the room in tears, at the expense of leaving his daughter behind, a prisoner of war.

Tommy confined her to the guest wing of Arrow House. He didn’t want to see her and be reminded of the reason why he slept in an empty bed now. It was easier to ignore her existence if he didn’t have to see her every day.

His son had other plans though. Somehow, Charlie found a way to escape his nanny and ended up finding (Y/N). Tommy knew something was wrong the moment he stepped into his son’s room to find it empty. It was safe to say that he was seeing red as he climbed down the stairs, calling for Mary and asking about the whereabouts of the nanny and the baby.

The door to her room hit the wall with a loud bang that startled both the women in there and Charlie, who was all curled up in (Y/N)’s arms.

Tommy looked at the nanny, ordering, “Take Charlie back to his room.”

She did as commanded, quickly, even though the boy didn’t seem very pleased with the idea of leaving (Y/N)’s arms. Tommy walked straight up to her, grabbing her tightly by the jaw, and almost lifting her from the ground.

“You don’t get to talk to him. You don’t even look his way or else…”

“Or what, Thomas?” she interrupted him, defiance in her eyes as she glared back at him. “We both know you won’t kill me. You want revenge, want to see me suffer or you would have already killed me that night at the warehouse, in front of my father.”

His hold on her had gone lax but he still kept his hands on her.

(Y/N) continued, “The boy came to me, I’m not going to blame a child for sins that aren’t his.”

Tommy observed her in silence for a minute. The rise and fall from her chest, the way both her hands were circling his wrist, how she didn’t show any sign of fear even though the imbalance in power was evident. He let her go, leaving the room without another world, only to be haunted by the image of her in his dreams.

“Are you going to kill her or fuck her?” Polly’s voice got him out of his trance.

He looked up at her but did not answer, because he didn’t know what to say.

Polly continued, “Because these are the two available options with you. You are either going to kill her or you’re going to fuck her. Considering that you are mourning, I would bet on the second, or you would have killed her already.”

She took a drag from her cigarette, taking her time in exhaling the smoke, before saying, “You men start wars because of your uncontrollable ego, and in the end, is always the women who pay the price of it.”

In the end, both Polly and (Y/N) were right. He didn’t kill her. His aunt’s words have made him realize something better to put a definitive end to this war between them and the Italians: a wedding. What could be worse for Vicente than having to marry his only daughter to a Shelby?

After a year of mourning, Thomas married (Y/N) Changretta, sealing the pact she had made with him for good.

They slept in separate rooms at opposite ends of the corridor. Since she was his wife now, Tommy had to get used to the idea that Charlie would have to be around her, or people would get suspicious. He had never been one to care about what people thought of him, but sometimes it was easier to maintain the appearances than to go against the norm.

If Tommy was worried about having to see her more often now that they shared the same corridor, he was wrong. (Y/N) was like a ghost. He rarely saw her outside of brief encounters whenever he was at home at the time the meals were served, the occasions when he found her in Charles’s nursery, or when she had to accompany at events.

On those occasions, (Y/N) was the image of a perfect, dutiful wife. She was well mannered and educated, making it easy for her to hold conversations with the most different people. Her charm and beauty helped her, and Tommy was surprised at how good she was at making people believe that their marriage wasn’t a sham.

His family and the staff of the house knew better though—all (Y/N) was was spoils of war.

They were surprisingly civil to each other, posing for the public eye as the perfect couple and avoiding each other like the plague at home. When they met at home, occasionally, a polite conversation could end up in a fight. Except for that night when Tommy found Charlie in (Y/N)’s arms for the first time, their arguments never turned physical.

Until one night when Tommy was especially pissed off by something business-related and ended up pressing her up between his body and the wall of her the drawing-room.

(Y/N) had never backed away from a fight, never showed any signs that she was afraid of him. But that night, that night the way she flinched when he touched her and the look of pure horror on her face as she looked at him, made Tommy let go of her immediately.

As he watched her ran away from the room, Tommy realized what must have crossed her mind, and the mere thought of it made his blood boil. The glass of whiskey that was on his desk exploded in a hundred pieces on the wall, before he retired to his room, plagued by the sight of her running away from him.

He tried to be more careful around her after that, always seeking some kind of consent from her before getting too close or touching her. Tommy would never force her to have sex with him, not for revenge, not because she was his wife.

They crossed the line from civil to friendly at some point, maybe after she sassed him because of Lizzie in front of the whole family, making everyone laugh, but he was not sure. What he did know for sure was that he started to see her as more than someone who was there because of a casualty of war somewhere along the way.

It was hard to ignore her after that. It was hard to ignore the beautiful woman navigating the corridors of his house, playing with his son in the garden, handling the staff, helping with the business. It was hard to ignore the woman he tried to avoid for so long, the woman he didn’t want to acknowledge.

He wasn’t sure at what point he had started to consider the idea to fuck her, it just happened. One night, after they arrived from a gala, fighting about something that Tommy didn’t even remember anymore, they fucked against the vanity in her room.

After that first time, it all went downhill. It was like getting high for the first time and then not being able to control the need to take another hit. (Y/N) was warm, soft, willing, and available, and Tommy decided that he wasn’t going to deny himself or his needs searching for other options when he had her right there.

Things escalated quickly and they developed some kind of silent agreement, another deal. During the day, they acted like old acquaintances, respectful, and civil to each other. But after dawn, they would seek each other out, drowning together in a desire that seemed to have no end.

That had been a long time ago, so long that he didn’t remember how it was not to have her around. Long enough for some unrequited feelings to show up.

He did his best to ignore the guy talking to (Y/N). They were hosting a dinner at Arrow House, the man talking to her was some rich bachelor from London that was being a little too friendly to Tommy’s liking. He downed the whiskey in one gulp and noticed Polly watching him, but his attention is quickly drawn back to his wife.

At the end of the night, after all the guests either left for home or to the guest wing and all that is left are the Shelby’s at the parlour, Tommy revels in the feeling of (Y/N) sitting beside him, reclining against the arm he rested behind her shoulders. From the other side of the room, Polly looks at him and smiles, like she knows something that he doesn’t.

It happens the week after the gala. They’re both getting ready for a family meeting. His room became their room, unofficially, because her things were scattered all over the place—her perfume and jewelry on the bedside table, dresses on the wardrobe, lingerie on the drawers, even the sheets smelled like her.

“Tommy,” she exclaimed in a reprehensive tone, as he pressed himself against her back, arms sneaking around her waist and preventing her from running away as his lips trailed down her neck. “What are you doing?”

“Giving some very due attention to my wife,” he answered, casually, walking them both closer to the bed.

“In broad daylight?” (Y/N) gasped, something between surprise and a protest, although she was doing very little to resist his advances.

“Want to see you,” he stated, before turning her around to kiss her.

“Your family is downstairs waiting for you,” she warned against his lips, breath uneven and fingers clutching onto his shirt.

“My family is downstairs waiting for us,” he corrected, nibbling her earlobe and smiling because of the sound she made. “Let them wait. They’re probably too occupied drinking, anyway.”

Any pretense of resistance from her part vanished when Tommy started to unbutton her dress. He was desperate to feel her skin against his, to taste her, and be inside of her. When they were both finally naked and pressed against each other on the bed, it felt like some kind of miracle.

Tommy drank her in, from the blush on her cheeks to the way her toes curled when he touched a sensitive spot on her body. All the scars, the birthmarks, the dips and curves, the softness of her skin, the heady taste of her on his tongue, and how wet she could get for him. He wanted it all, needed all of her.

He was tired to fight against it, tired of pretending that this feeling gnawing on his chest was something else.

“(Y/N/N),” he breaths against her skin, the feeling of her short nails scratching his back driving him crazy. “I love you.”

Her eyes open to stare right into his, something between surprise and uncertainty on her features. Tommy kisses her, gripping her tights a little harder to dive deeper into her.

The whimper of need that comes out of her lips makes him wild. All he can think about is how she feels, how good she feels, how right she feels. Here, underneath him, crying out his name, welcoming him into her body, scratching his back as the both of them get lost in pure pleasure.

All it takes to make her unravel is for him to press the engorged nub at the apex of her thighs. (Y/N) comes undone and brings him down with her, just a few trusts later, her walls milking him from his orgasm, his seed taking place deep inside of her for the first time in a long time because they were too lost in each other to care.

One more time they pretended, dressing in silence and walking down the stairs as nothing more than acquaintances. If his family suspected of something, they didn’t show it.

The meeting went uneventful, as planned. (Y/N) found a way to sneak out of the parlour before him and when Tommy went upstairs to his room—their room—he found it empty.

Sighing, he made his way to the other end of the corridor. He knocked one time, before letting himself in. (Y/N) was sitting in front of the vanity, taking the pins out of her hair. She was already dressed to sleep, the silk nightgown revealing her legs and a bit of the lace underneath. Their gazes met through the mirror as Tommy closes the door behind him.

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I love you.”

(Y/N) takes a deep breath, still not turning around to face him.

“Tom…”

“We’ve been dancing around this for too long, it’s time to face it.”

She sighs, a hand running through her face as she says, “What do you want me to say?”

He is in her in a heartbeat, pulling her up and pressing her against the vanity, just like the first time they had sex. Tommy takes her face in between both of his hands, nose brushing against her as he mumbles against her lips,

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Tom, I can’t. We can’t,” she protests, weekly, eyes closed and hands holding his wrists.

“A little too late for that because I don’t know how to stop this.”

“Your brother blinder my brother, Tommy. Your wife was killed because of that. I’m only here because you wanted my father that and I made a bargain with you. How this is supposed to work. What people will think?”

“Fuck what people think. We are already married, (Y/N). What happened, happened. We can’t change it. But this thing between us, this thing is real. I’ve denied myself that long enough, not going to keep pretending anymore. I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time now and I know, I know that you feel the same, so stop fighting against it and say it.”

Tommy’s lips brush against hers as he repeats himself, half plea, half command, “Say it.”

“I love you,” she whispers, eyes closed tightly as if the words will be less real if she can’t see him.

“Say it again,” he commands, nose bumping into hers while his thumbs caress her cheeks.

“I love you.”

“Again,” the sound is music to his ears and Tommy just can’t get enough of it.

(Y/N) opens her eyes, looks him in the eye, and professes, “I love you, Thomas Shelby.”

He smiles, for what feels like the first time in years, and confesses, “I love you too, Mrs. Shelby.”

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Taglist: @stressedandbandobessed7771 @internalmess3 @theshelbyclan @giowritess @captivatedbycillianmurphy

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[samadiw]

We can all agree that Thomas Shelby gives off some major Draco Malfoy AU vibes and pair that up with an amazing dtiys by @dragonly.art you get an awesome Dramione drabble. ❤

Entry No. 02

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Since arriving at the party hosted by the Mayor, Draco can't seem to take his eyes off the beautiful woman standing by the bar.

He clears his throat and summons his second in command to his side.

D : "Nott?"

Theodore Nott hurries to his boss's side.

T : "Yeah, Draco?"

Draco points into the crowd with his lit cigarette and asks curiously.

D : "Who's the woman standing by the bar?"

Theo grins and nods. It's his job to know everything.

T : "Ah, that would be Miss Granger, she's Shelley's new girl."

Draco takes a long puff and blows smoke towards the ceiling in thought.

So, the woman was a prostitute.

D : "Hmm...."

T : "She's easy on the eyes, isn't she?"

Draco narrows his eyes.

D : "Has she been fucked already?"

Theo shakes his head

T : "I asked earlier, the girls not been touched."

A satisfied smile curves Draco's luscious lips and he instructs firmly.

D : "Tell Shelley to have her ready to leave with me after the party."

His eyes take in the hair, eyes and dress hugging her shapely body.

D : "I wish to get to know Miss Granger intimately."

Theo nods at once and smirks knowingly.

T : "You got it, boss."

He bows and leaves to talk to Shelley.

Draco glances over his shoulder and beckons his enforcer.

D : "Blaise?"

Blaise stands behind Draco, his deadly eyes take in every detail of the room.

B : "Yes, boss?"

Draco bares his teeth and instructs darkly.

D : "Tell the boys Granger is off limits, if I see anyone touching her in a way that displeases me, I'll shoot his fucking head off."

Blaise gives a curt nod.

B : "I'll spread the word, Draco."

Draco pats him on the shoulder.

D : "That's a good lad."

Miss Shelley hands Hermione a glass of red wine.

She almost chokes on hers.

S : "Oh, dont look now, but Mr Malfoy is eyeing you, Hermione."

Hermione wants a glimpse of the man she has heard so much about.

She turns around.

H : "What?"

Shelley instructs quickly

S : "Don't look, you stupid cunt."

Hermione feels her heartbeat hasten.

H : "Oh my, the girls were right. He is very handsome."

The madam nods and smirks knowingly.

S : "He's got that look in his eyes."

Hermione raises a questioning brow.

H : "What look?"

Shelley shushes her new girl and adjusts the headdress.

S : "Oh, here comes Theodore, Malfoy will have his way with you tonight."

Hermione frowns.

H : "He doesnt look like a wolf."

Shelley giggles.

S : "You have alot to learn, sweetheart."

Theo approaches them and bows respectfully in greeting.

T : "Ladies."

The women gracefully curtsy.

Theo turns to the older woman, offers his arm and smiles.

T : "Shelley, might I have a word?"

Shelley links her arms through his and winks.

S : "Certainly, Mr Nott."

He leads her away and they disappear for a spell.

Hermione braves a look at the man widely known as The Wolf, his reputation was fierce.

Nobody ever fucked with him unless you wanted your balls shoved down your throat.

Draco stares back and flashes his most flawless grin sending a shiver down her spine.

Her knickers dampen at the thought of him taking her hard.

She hoped he would be a gentleman with her, he would be her first costumer since Shelley took her under her wing.

Their first night together is unforgettable, he promises her the world.

Hermione has no idea that she would become The Wolf's mistress and later his wife.

#dramione #draco and hermione #draco x hermione #draco lucius malfoy #hermione granger #dramionefandom #dramionefanart #dramione fanfic #dhr #dramioneau

[kxmpfflieger]

Shelby stuff :) I'm making this a series

The Bancroft one I did because I was like ooo eye candy but Shelby's is more of an explanation, I suppose.

Also, I have my doubts about the leg brace he's wearing :'l researching this stuff is hard so I'd love input from someone better at navigating these things

#martyrs of the sky #wing commander shelby #art tag ✨️ #digital art #artists on tumblr

[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #481

Top Ten Pixar Villains

Those rascals and rapscallions at Pixar are famous for twisting our emotions, aren’t they? Perverse masters at making us cry with sadness or joy, often at the same time (I’m looking at you, Inside Out, with your yellow and blue marbles). Oh yes, they’ll stick the knife in and give it a good old yank, like John Travolta teaches his daughter to do in Face/Off when he’s not really John Travolta and it’s a bit icky but then she stabs him at the end of the film so it’s alright really.

Where was I?

Oh yeah. Pixar, renowned for turning grown men into blubbering messes, mostly because an adult character was convinced to part with old toys he no longer plays with. But I’d argue that one thing they’ve done less well than their parent studio (that’s Disney) is crafting iconic baddies. I mean, we all know the Disney Villains; they’re so iconic and successful as pop culture icons that there’s an entire trilogy of movies based on what would happen if a bunch of them had kids (apparently they’d sing a lot). Pixar baddies though? Hmmm, maybe not quite so iconic. I can’t see someone making a live action prequel movie about Chef Skinner.

But that’s not to say they’re not great; in fact, rather than going down the route of snarling, moustache-twirling villainy, Pixar actually does a great job in creating antagonists instead. Sometimes they’re misunderstood; sometimes they’re not the person you thought they were! Quite often some kind of redemption is offered, and the villains are very, very rarely dropped off something tall. A lot of them aren’t even defeated, so to speak! A good deal of nuance and shade goes into a Pixar villain, and if they haven’t made as many all-time-great iconic ne’er-do-wells, it does seem as if their approach is starting to rub off on Disney mothership (the likes of Frozen II and Moana either don’t have, or at least subvert, the notion of all-powerful bad guys).

So what do we have? Well, hopefully, we’ve got a list of really cool villains from Pixar movies. most of them are presented as the film’s “big bad”, although there are a couple of lesser baddies. And I think we do see the pattern emerging, of more mundane levels of villainy; the selfish and greedy and damaged. It makes for great characterisation and some beautiful storytelling; some complex and pitiable characters. And, yes, a few absolute bastards too. Let’s tut disapprovingly.

Lots-o’-Huggin’ Bear (Ned Beatty, Toy Story 3, 2010): a superb performance from Beatty as a seemingly nice, jovial old bear who’s really a manipulative, power-hungry, gaslighting bully. Realistically portrayed as damaged and bitter, he has a tragic backstory that feels real, and a sense of pain and loss that feels earned in this universe. Questions the nature of everything the movies are about, and is a genuine threat in more ways than one. Plus he literally leaves them all to die in the furnace!

Syndrome (Jason Lee, The Incredibles, 2004): Buddy Pine’s backstory is one of belittlement and rejection, so his switch to villainy is as well explored as many a comic book bad guy. But he’s interesting partly in what his character says about Mr. Incredible – in a way justifying the criticisms of superheroes, as Mr. I does ignore the admittedly-annoying Buddy rather than mentoring or respecting him – but also because he prefigures notions of toxic masculinity about a decade or so before they became, well, a threat to global democracy.

Al (Wayne Knight, Toy Story 2, 1999): Like how Lots-o can be seen as a dark examination of toy life (all toys are replaceable, kids don’t really love you, etc), Al also shows us another dark facet of toy-dom: namely the life of a “collectable”. Toys, in this world, want to be played with, preferably by children, so a big ol’ man-child who stores them in boxes or puts them on display is not ideal. It’s an inversion of what a toy is for; an object of joy reduced to a commodity. Is it entertainment versus art? Who can say? Also, he’s really just a massive jerk and a huge slob, so we feel no pity for him once he gets his comeuppance at the end of the film.

Sid Phillips (Erik von Detten, Toy Story, 1995): man, they nailed the Toy Story villains, didn’t they? Maybe there’s even more to come! But right out of the gate, Sid was a classic. An utter sadist in a skull t-shirt, torturing toys for kicks; adults can see the traits of a genuine sociopath (some serial killers start by torturing animals, remember!), and he’s portrayed like a character in a horror movie. Seriously, in 1995, Sid’s room was legitimately disturbing. I’m not sure what moral lessons his actions teach us, but just as a pure article of terror, he’s supreme.

Hopper (Kevin Spacey, A Bug’s Life, 1998): it feels a bit weird, if I’m honest, to celebrate a Spacey performance. But as a character, Hopper is excellent, one of the best things about the generally-overlooked-but-still-a-bit-lesser-Pixar Bug’s Life. Riffing on biker gangs, Hopper’s locust swarm in, revving their wings. Hopper’s a classic tough guy thug, dominating through violence and threat; a creature with a small amount of power determined to hold onto it, and ultimately eaten by a terrifying bird. Just don’t look at the cast list.

Ernesto de la Cruz (Benjamin Bratt, Coco, 2017): after the horror of Sid and the thuggery of Hopper, de la Cruz is a different, more insidious villain. He’s a thief and a betrayer who exploited and murdered his best friend, condemning him not just to death but to a forgotten obsolescence in the afterlife. He’s a perfect example of the gaslighting, friendly-seeming bad guy, more in the mould of Lots-o, but with the world on his side and a sweet guitar. Genuinely hissable.

Stinky Pete (Kelsey Grammar, Toy Story 2, 1999): what, more Toy Story? Well, yeah. Don’t blame me, blame Pixar. And so Stinky Pete; a far more relatable and understandable villain, one driven to desperation through a lifetime of rejection and broken promises. Unlike the Machiavellian, power-hungry Lots-o, Pete just wants everyone to retire quietly together; he can’t accept the risks of freedom and only becomes sneaky and, indeed, violent after all else fails. But he does kinda get a happy ending, even if he doesn’t realise it; this is a villain who I feel could eventually be redeemed.

Randall Boggs (Steve Buscemi, Monsters, Inc., 2001): Waternoose is the real baddy in Monsters, Inc., of course; a conniving capitalist who’s prepared to sacrifice the world’s children to keep his monopoly. But it’s Randy who sticks in the mind; his selfish, vain lackey, a monster with a huge chip on his shoulder. His design – lizard-like, snake-ish, with a huge mouth and invisibility – is seriously disturbing. Hearing Buscemi’s voice come from that form – an aggravated teacher, a furious accountant – adds something special, something darkly hilarious.

Evelyn Deavor (Catherine Keener, Incredibles 2, 2018): visually and conceptually, The Screenslaver (great name) is pretty cool, but when it’s revealed that the Big Bad is really under-appreciated tech genius Evelyn, that’s a great twist. A smart woman propping up her schmoozing brother, her criticisms of the heroes – like Buddy Pine’s – have resonance, although she’s learning the wrong lessons from tragedy. Her relationship with Elastigirl, from friendship to enmity, is very well-written and performed, and her belligerence at the end is a nice touch, denying the heroes of any catharsis from her capture.

Shelby Forthright (Fred Willard, WALL-E, 2008): I was originally going to feature the autopilot, but then I figured, if you can get Fred Willard in your list… and really, who’s the big villain here? It’s us, right? We killed the Earth. But Willard’s smiling, happy CEO is there, encouraging his customers to buy, promising them safety and security, promising them a repaired world… but really he’s shovelling them off the planet, secretly commanding the computer to take humanity far away and never look back. It’s a devious, horrible plan, giving the people unending luxury, making them want for nothing, turning them into fab, soporific blobs, basically because that’s easier than the alternative. It’s a horrible indictment of humanity (also: he’s the CEO of a company, but also – it looks like – that makes him rule the world? Creepy). So, yeah, the autopilot might be a baddun, but it’s the man in charge who’s the real villain of the piece, even hundreds of years later.

Sadly no room for John Lasseter, who may not have tried to enslave humanity or torture children, but still managed to be a huge jerk and a phenomenal disappointment.

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[vulpixsinistre]

H.I.V.E. Characters as Dragon Ball Z Characters

To start, you may be thinking, Otto is Goku, yes? Both our heroes. Both get stronger and learn new techniques as their series goes on. Both want to protect their friends and the people from Earth from certain doom and destruction and getting conquered. Goku craves a challenge - dare I say Otto is the same, at certain points?

Yes, Otto is Goku- BUT he is also Cell. He was created, not born. Meant to be more than human: meant to be perfect, all powerful, intelligent and capable of being the one to take over the world. The difference is that Cell wants to do these things; Otto just wants to be a person. Therefore while Otto was meant to be Cell, he chooses his own path and is a Goku.

Wing is Trunks. Here’s a mysterious young boy with incredible strength and loyalty. Who is his father, you ask? Well, they would like to keep that a secret at first. He wants to train, to protect. His mother is a genius scientist. (On second thought, maybe he’s Tien. Disciplined martial artist, loyal friend, has some good moves, still only mortal)

But Cypher is Dr. Gero, brilliant creator of androids. They seem to… decline over the years. We see how they’ve grown progressively more evil as time went on. Cause of much destruction. Will not hesitate to hurt a child. At least Cypher thinks he has good intentions, Gero is just kinda stewing over his defeats.

Pike is Dr. Briefs simply because scientist. Inventor. Often seen with a cat. Old but doesn’t seem to age, is always just old.

Overlord is Freiza, of course!! Our OG Big Bad!! Conqueror and lord of planets, nay, the whole universe!! Also keeps returning. How is he back again?? He doesn’t quit!!

Block and Tackle, our tough duo, would be either Raditz and Nappa, or Zarbon and Dodoria. R&N are basically just thugs, and definitely lower level than the other baddies. Z&D are more ruthless and are definitely henchmen. Block and Tackle are a mix of that “brute force over brains” and “organized order-followers.”

Francisco is Captain Ginyu!! Head of a fearsome squad of fighters that you do NOT want to mess with!! And yet, they are both silly at times. We get laughs out of them while knowing that this guy is strong and means business.

Franz I’m sorry, you’re Yamcha. You’re there and you help and you’re funny, but you’re not quite a main main character, and the rest of them are handling this all pretty well anyways. HOWEVER you are also Yajirobe!! We think you’re a silly side character, but when we really need help, you swoop in with a devastating blow to the bad guy!! Yay!!

Nigel is Chaozu, bald and nervous side character. Sidekick type. They do their best, and would sacrifice themselves for the greater good.

Nathaniel? Master Roshi. Old perv dude. Wise, the main characters need their advice, they’ve been in the game a long time… but yeah ppl immediately think of their gross lines. These two do have a purpose! And perhaps most of their relevance in the storyline was in a flashback/pre-canon sense, but they’re still here, doing their own thing.

Penny is Vegeta, but in reverse. She starts as having a family, surrounded by friends and loved ones and being a “good guy.” Then she ends up in enemy territory, alone.

HIVEmind is our King Kai!! He’s off in the distance. He’s not actually here but he’s helping. Sending out messages and giving advice. And we know he’s strong! But he’s supposed to be a helper, only.

The Contessa as Berry Blue, perhaps? Old. A right hand man in her organization, if you will. “Yeah I’m evil. Yeah I’m going to be mean to everyone, even if they’re on my side.” An evil advisor.

The Furans WISH they were King Cold, Cooler, and Freiza. They WISH they were an awesome terrifying dictator family. What’s that, you say? They are? Well they don’t have half the swag that the Colds do. Plus Elena doesn’t want to be a part of that. (Ok fine. Equal amounts of ruthlessness. Keep coming back after their ‘defeats.’ Will kill anyone. Command a large army of soldiers.)

Ms. Leon is Korin. White cat, very wise, a teacher type. Also maybe Captain Ginyu when he’s trapped in the body of a frog. When consciousness switching goes wrong…

The Bloodline antagonist is Broly, I will not elaborate due to spoilers. Trust me though.

Now the hard part. Laura and Shelby… who is Bulma, who is Chi Chi? Is Laura Bulma because they are both incredibly intelligent and work with computers/machines? Is she Chi Chi because she wants a life outside of fighting and conflicts? Which one is Shelby, they’re both tough and outspoken.

Is Shelby Launch?? Launch has two personalities, sweet/innocent and violent. Does this correspond to Book 1 Shel’s Valley Girl persona vs actual Shelby?

Is Raven actually Trunks, due to sword? They are faced with enemies deemed too hard to beat, and they still manage to take them down. I was originally having Raven as Piccolo: always by the MC’s side, skilled fighter, maybe Natalya/Raven can equal Kami/Piccolo? (They are the same person now. In ways, they didn’t used to be)

Yknow? Maybe Raven is Whis. Bodyguard and employee of a very high ranking authority, and everyone knows they are much much stronger than their boss. Don’t get them going, you can’t win.

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[interstellarflare]

Clarity || Arthur Shelby

-PART TWO-

Warnings: Violence, swearing.

Summary: It wasn’t your intention to catch the eye of the infamous Arthur Shelby, especially when your father is Chief Inspector Chester Campbell. But as your friendship slowly becomes something more, unforeseen events place your life in great danger. Arthur will stop at nothing, and will not allow anyone to stand in his way to protect you, even going as far as to make an enemy of your father in the process.

Author’s Note: Here it is, the long awaited Arthur Shelby series. This series is entirely all my own, and will not correlate specifically with the events of the show. A tag list is open!

Wringing the blood-stained cloth for the tenth time, I sighed under my breath as I turned to face the man behind me with a sympathetic smile. After cleaning up the majority of the blood that had covered his face, Arthur looked much more pleasant than he did previously.

The cut on his lip was the most prominent, aside from his swollen eye. Yet he still managed to smile through his pain as I approached. “You’re very good at this” Arthur murmured, as I gently dabbed at the cut with careful precision. He suddenly pulled away from my touch with a small hiss, while I apologised profusely under my breath. “Good at what?...” I asked him “pissing people off or nursing?”. Arthur chuckled in amusement, watching closely as i proceeded to dab his lip gently. “I meant nursing...” he responded quietly “can I ask how you became a nurse?” he continued, looking up at me through the corner of his eye.

With a small yet kind smile, I moved away from him and back towards the sink in the small medical wing, turning on the tap and rinsing the cloth free of blood once more. “I served as a nurse during the war” I explained to him, drying my hands on a spare piece of cloth I had torn earlier “I practically had to learn on my feet, but I managed just fine”.

“You served in the war?” Arthur spoke lowly, staring up at me in complete disbelief. I nodded my head in confirmation, humming lowly “I was stationed not far from the Somme, at a field hospital nearby-” “I fought at The Somme...” Arthur suddenly interrupted, his voice dark and eyes distant. “Well, I was a Sapper with my brother, Tommy. We dug tunnels beneath enemy lines and filled them with explosives...” he began, a deep chuckle leaving his lips “it was a fucking hellhole”.

I swallowed thickly, trying to calm my racing heart. The images of soldiers, boys, being brought into the hospital covered in blood, missing limbs, or dead haunted most of my dreams. The war had ended only a year ago, but my internal wounds were still fresh. Without thinking, I placed my hand on the eldest Shelby’s shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly as I managed a shaky sigh. “I’m sure it was...” I spoke distantly, bringing myself back from the past with a loud clear of my throat. “How are you feeling?” I asked him, trying to change the subject as I busied about cleaning up what little medical supplies I was given. Arthur sighed heavily “A little sore, in pain, but not too bad I suppose” he mumbled, carefully standing up from his position in one of the medical cots, groaning slightly as he did so.

Arthur’s expression suddenly turned serious. “You know, you are certainly close with Inspector Campbell” he spoke lowly, approaching my form with a somewhat intimidating posture. I remained silent, trying to remain emotionless to hide the nerves building up within my chest. I was no fool, I knew who the man before me was. What he could do. The Peaky Blinders practically ran Birmingham under the nose of the Police, overseeing everything that happened within their territorial boundaries. I folded my arms over my chest with a small huff, rolling my eyes in annoyance. “Well I would hope so...” I responded “I am his daughter after all”. I couldn’t help but laugh at Arthur’s expression, his eyes widening in complete shock and awe. “You’re his daughter!?” “Is that a problem?” I retorted, raising a mocking eyebrow as I stepped back to watch his expression turn from shock to horror.

He opened his mouth to try and form some sort of retort, but when no response came to mind, he cleared his throat awkwardly. I snorted at his sudden silence, shaking my head in amusement as I moved to the other side of the room, where a small wooden door was hidden behind a pile of cardboard boxes. What a lot of people didn’t know, was that this door lead out into a back alley behind the station. Many people didn’t know that this door existed, I had discovered it whilst exploring one time. Moving the boxes aside, I opened the door and stepped out into the alley, sighing happily that there was no one about. Well, that there were no officers about. I turned back to face Arthur, motioning my head for him to join me by the door. “What are you doing?” he asked awkwardly, tilting his head to the side as I shushed him, bringing a finger to my lips.

He said nothing, instead choosing to follow me out into the alley with a beyond confused expression. “Miss Campbell, what the fu-” “As soon as my father notices that you are gone, he will stop at nothing to find you and question you again, possibly in a harsher manner than last. So, I suggest you make a run for it while you still can” I interrupted, walking him to the opposite end of the alley, away from the police station. We both stopped in a small alcove, the man before me placing his hands on my shoulders with a look of bewilderment. “Why are you helping me? You do know who I am, don’t you?” “Of course I know who you are!” I exclaimed quietly, removing his hands from my person. “As for why I am helping you, the Chief Inspector missed a very important lunch reservation a few hours ago, and wasted my time...” I explained to him, motioning with my arm to the open street mere metres away “so now, I’m going to waste his”.

With a devilish smirk, Arthur Shelby chuckled loudly. “You are nothing like your father” he spoke in wonder, bowing his head in goodbye before disappearing out onto the street, immersing himself in the crowd and completely vanishing from sight. I ran a stressed hand through the loose strands of my (hair/colour) hair, breathing deeply through my nose as I made my way back towards the medical wing. It was plainly obvious that I would likely get in trouble for medalling in a police investigation, but a small part of me didn’t seem to care. Arthur Shelby, second in command of the most notorious gang in Birmingham, didn’t seem as horrible as the public, or police made him out to be.

Stepping back into the medical wing, I quickly and quietly closed the door behind me, replacing the boxes in front of it to keep it hidden. I then straightened out my clothes, fixing the fabric of my dress and ignoring the small flecks of Arthur’s blood that dotted the blue material. “Damn...” I mumbled in dismay “this was my favourite”. With a heavy sigh, I fixed my hair and slipped out of the room, meeting the watchful eyes of two young Officers who stood to attention on either side of the door. “Mr Shelby is taken care of, will one of you please inform Inspector Campbell, and tell him that I am retiring for the evening” I spoke quickly, my tone laced with annoyance and sarcasm.

Out of the goodness of his own heart, one of the Officers kindly offered to escort me to the front doors, which I politely declined. I saw myself out, enjoying the mischievous smile that formed on my lips as I disappeared into the bustling streets of Birmingham.

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[cptnbvcks]

"You take this, it's safer with you than it is with me. you get as far away from here as you can, do you hear me? I'll come back for you, you'll be alright" uhm. I know Poe says that to BB-8. thank you. omfg. a gem. but what if he says that to YOU

i’ll come back

words: 600

warnings: not a single one

a/n: gonna give these prompts titles and info so i can probably put them in a masterlist of some kind rather than letting them float around my blog like little unwanted pets

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Your eyes widened at the sight of the fires, raging vicious hues as it climbed up, up, up the sides of the sides of your X-Wing. The shock of the explosion hummed numbly in your ear, ringing with that baseless fervour that muted everything else around you. 

Fire bubbled through the cockpit, enveloping the pilot’s seat and bursting through the glass shield with shattering clarity. 

If you had only been inside, you could have— you would have—

The dessert sand felt hot to the touch as you scooted backwards, away from the fire and away from the terrifying thought of your abrupt end. Your limbs were uncoordinated as your eyes raked over the burning village. Silhouetted specks of running villagers contrasted sharply against the white armour of Storm Troopers. The screams billowed just as high as the smoke plumes. 

This was supposed to be a simple recognizance mission. Your first real operative, granted with trust from General Organa herself. It was supposed to go smoothly. In and out. But now the First Order was here and people were dead and— your throat felt dry as your thoughts raced.

Had they tracked you here? Had you led them—

Hands caught you by the curve of your shoulder, squeezing hard enough that you blinked dumbly at the ache of it as you stared at the carnage to your right. There was an impatient concern behind the sudden way those hands grasped at your soot and sand covered face, fingers clasping against the edge of your jaw and a thumb pressing into the soft meat of your cheek as the Commander forced you to look at him. 

Your eyes fixed sightlessly on him, following the frantic movements of his mouth as he shouted something at you. 

Poe’s fingers sank into the hair at the nape of your neck as he jostled you gently, “Hey. Hey, you’re still with me, kid. You’re okay,” he spoke the words but his own panic overshadowed the meaning of them. You swallowed as your brain slowly clung to the nickname, the familiarity and your distaste for it both dragging you back into the present. 

Poe didn’t wait for you to recollect yourself, his hands falling back to your arms as he hauled you up onto your feet. Your knees almost buckled as your X-Wing bloomed with a sudden gasp of heat and fire. Poe put himself between your line of sight and the burning aircraft, commanding your full attention.

“Listen to me,” Poe said, giving one more jostle to your shoulders before digging something from his pocket. Your eyes followed the movement, watching as he unwrapped a small device from a cloth. He grabbed your hand, his fingers digging into the underside of your wrist with enough pressure that your fingers instinctively uncurled as he shoved the item into your palm. 

"You take this. It's safer with you than it is with me,” He insisted, his words clipped and hurried as he took your arm again and began shoving you towards his still intact X-Wing. You didn’t have to think twice about the fact that the X-Wings were all single seaters, built for lone pilots and their droid co-pilots only. Dread began to fill the void that the fear had left behind. You were already beginning to shake your head, rejecting his commands.

“No, no, Poe—” 

“Get as far away from here as you can, do you hear me? I'll come for you. You'll be alright." Poe cupped the side of your face briefly, holding you there for just a moment longer before shoving you out of his arms and towards the jet, too rushed to be polite about his goodbye, “BB-8, go with her!” 

The droid whirred and turned its mechanical head between you and Poe, clearly equally conflicted by the captain’s orders. 

“Stop that X-Wing! Over there!” 

The sound of the Storm Troopers modulated commands put the adrenaline back into your veins as Poe spared one last look at you, nodding curtly to solidify his promise, before turning back to the fight. 

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[3xc3lsior]

realizing I should prolly actually post some writing on here sometimes?? what a thought. anyways: 

Rated T

                                               regarding dandelions 

                                                             1918

It isn’t that good men never get sent to war, it’s that they never return from it.

“No one came back,” the brothers said, sometimes, and what they meant was “no one came back the same” or maybe not, maybe the empty streets spoke for themselves, in the hissing of wind whipping around stone corners, or maybe that was the whispers of the ghosts. The guilt was the last, but the hardest.

You’ve forgotten about us, said the spirit of a once-good man, and you say never, I promise, I promised, but the hands reach up from the mud and grab your ankles in your dreams and the voices accuse you of the worst crime, the last part, the hardest, you can’t. You promised.

But you go home.

Lost, like dead, is a permanent state. You go home, but you don’t, your body is there but your soul is stuck in a hole under the ground with the others, and everything is upside down because their bodies are in the hole but the souls came home, you know because they’re beside you, because you can hear them, just around the bend in the road.  

In the twinkling amber of the light through whisky glasses and gaslamps casting warm glows, the mood was a dusty white of dry bone, at odds with the cheerful atmosphere, bare and carved and crackling with exposure. A man had just walked through the doors, and he had eyes like forbidden jewels in the heart of a deep, dark cave.

“So you made it back alive, Mr. Shelby,” the barkeep called,

“What gave you that impression?” the other replied, or maybe, “Whisky,” he said, “Irish.”

The man behind the counter nodded. The people in the room were glancing at each other as if to seek others permission to look at the newcomer. He can’t persecute all of us, their daring glimpses seemed to say, but that was what they thought, not what he knew, that he had returned a pharaoh and he would send them all into the desert and he didn’t care what plagues were sent to punish him. The man moved with deliberate surety, and it was a whole room full of pretenders, all the people, pretending not to stare, and him, pretending not to notice. His eyes stuttered briefly closed as he tossed back the glass, a butterfly’s wings closing and the vibrant color vanishing for the space of a heartbeat, then open again, flashing crystalline and cold. The spirit burned, the spirits burned, down his throat and in his chest. “‘ S funny,” Arthur had said once, even though it wasn’t, it wasn’t at all, “even though they says they was put to rest, they still keep followin’ me ‘round,” but they weren’t put to rest, in the dirt, in the mud, hands clawing to the surface, just buried, buried, made it back alive, Mr. Shelby.

Tommy gave a command with a lifted glass,

“Yes, sir,” was the answer.

Antithesis, is what it is, he thought, staring at the fingers of burning liquor in the glass, mutual exclusion, incompatibility. If guilt was last, shock was first. And it was over quickly, too quickly, visceral horror turned daily minutiae within two months of being sent off.

It was worse when they started good. You felt like you were losing something, that way. Otherwise it was like succumbing, an “well, it would have happened eventually”, a defeated sputter, like dying of old age. The fall to hell is usually just a slight drop the last meter down. And it was worse because it didn’t matter. And it didn’t last because it didn’t matter. The good men killed other men who might have been good, but you would never even know, because the trait of potential goodness was an irrelevant factor of no sway, which held no consequence. The ground was hungry and cared not for the sanctity of its meat. And at the end he saw that when it came down to it, a lifelong commitment to morality had exactly the same sway over a man’s fate when staring down a grenade as his opinion on whether or not a dandelion was a misunderstood floral or a voracious weed, the shrapnel would tear into your heart and your god and your honesty and your faithfulness and your little yellow flowers would not shield you,

And the shock came when they all learned the truth, and it came again, and again, and again, until the news meant nothing like the good meant nothing,

But it was still worse when it began this way, because part of them all wanted to believe it, at least a bit, that it meant something that it all meant something even if your hands were around another’s throat,

But the man still died, and you didn’t, and it had nothing to do with dandelions.

So why not, then? Tommy thought,

And nothing answered because nothing could.

“Another?” Harry asked him, and you can guess what he told him, so (“why not”) , then,

“I’ll tell you a secret, Harry; the truth is always what you don’t want to believe.

And someday, it’ll be God who prays to me.”

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