#But Mimic is more greedy and evil.

[raccoon-crown]

wait who would magolor be in the dream land au? i feel like merlina might be a good fit? they have a LOT of similarities, tho she might be too obscure lol ;-;

Hi there!

Well I have been giving a lot of though to who should fit Magolor in this AU, and of course I gave a look to many characters since the main crew is almost complete a this point...

It had to be someone cunning and that seemed trustworthy at the beginning, to tell you the truth Merlina would fit the role perfectly if it wasn't because Magolor only wanted the power and nothing else.

She at least wanted the whole Camelot to be eternal, but Magolor only wanted destruction. And besides now that you mention her I think I have a different place she may fill.

But returning to your question, in this AU they found a wrecked space ship with a particular cat inside. A purple one.

And after helping him recover a little, the supposed cat (I think it was an ocelot) asked them for help to defeat the evil Landia... the thing that no one knew was the fact that Said Cat called Duo was actually the evil Magolor octopus...

Ya know who I'm talking about here right??

[hermitcrabstar]

My personal main Kirby character head canons 🌟 (sorry it's long and messy)

Characters in order: Kirby, Meta Knight, King Dedede, Bandana Waddle Dee, Galacta Knight, Dark Meta Knight, Morpho Knight

Kirby:

- the definition of gluttony; will try to eat any food spotted

- extreme fear of caterpillar creatures

- is young but not baby; can understand basic speech

- really carefree nature, accidentally causes trouble

- can talk, just prefers not to

- copies abilities from characters and objects (if copies an ally, can spit them back out after like Light Novel)

- summons a warpstar by wishing for it to appear

- has a phone but it's always uncharged (can sorta telepathically send requests to the other Kirbys like the warp star)

Meta Knight (Meta):

- has 2 pairs of wings (real and cape)

- has an extreme sweet tooth (tries really hard to sneak eating it however)

- keeps everything he takes with him in his cape (armor/candy/sword)

- normally has white colored eyes and pink blushes (when preparing for a battle he'll put contacts and concealer to hide those)

- is prone to being startled (still tries his hardest to hide it)

- has a fear of ghosts

- jumps to action without thinking things through

- seemingly cold, is actually lonely so appreciates Kirby and the others company deep down

- will do anything to upkeep his stark image

- arms are like Kirby's, just stretched out to accommodate the gloves

- has spying and watchful nature

- height complex

King Dedede:

- somewhere in the middle of greedy/selfish and kind/caring

- loves eating meat and junk food

- always has his hammer on him, feels less safe without it (kept in his robe)

- has a fear of stinging insects (like bees/wasps)

- Loves to challenge others in feats to try and prove his greatness

- loves giving/receiving hugs

Bandana Waddle Dee (Bandee/Waddle Dee):

- loves eating apples/drinking apple juice

- will lose self worth if without his bandana

- struggles fitting in with other Waddle Dees

- experienced in weilding spears and parasols (Dedede holds onto his weapons when he's not using them and they're together)

- has trouble refusing requests asked of him by others

- looks up to King Dedede, mentored by Meta Knight, and is best friends with Kirby

- personality is anxious, selfless, and loyal

Galacta Knight (Gala):

- has one pair of wings always exposed (wings shed lots of feathers)

- sweet tooth like Meta Knight, but doesn't try to hide it like Meta

- normally also has white eyes and darker pink blushes (also has contacts and concealer)

- is prone to getting rage (patience is thin)

- has claustrophobia

- very outgoing compared to Meta (was actually a very kind knight in hero days, and that still shows from time to time)

- stores equipment with magic

- has a large appetite compared to the other knights

(Aeon Hero Light):

- can spontaneously transform with lots of positive emotions

- flies more often

- becomes more playful and affectionate (great at working together and teamwork)

- can use advanced light magic to heal once

(Aeon Hero Dark):

- can spontaneously transform with lots of negative emotions

- flies more often

- becomes solitary and wants to handle things on his own

- can use advanced dark magic to seal something with heart spears

*(For both forms respectively Galacta Knight can absorb the emotions of those around him even if he himself isn't feeling them, and can also store the energy for later)

Dark Meta Knight (DMK):

- wings like Meta's except torn

- will try to steal others candy

- eyes are same situation with Meta (no scar on the eye)

- hates bright lights

- likes to mimic Meta Knight (like how he does in Amazing Mirror)

- mostly angry at times, gets into fights a lot

- despite his scary and now ruined reputation, actually wasn't evil before the mirror world was corrupt, so he's kinda tsundere, but is actually thankful for Kirby and the others help in saving him

- but the corruption isn't completely gone, and will flare up on circumstance or he gets angry enough, and his eyes will turn red and will lose control of himself

- loves to play pranks and laugh

Morpho Knight (Morpho):

- butterfly wings (can't fold)

- rarely ever eats solid food (loves drinking juice and liquids)

- favorite thing to eat is honey

- white eyes

- loves to fly

- loves following people

- very stoic

- can turn into a butterfly

- has a mouth, is just able to keep it hidden similar to Waddle Dees

- is actually pretty lonely

[thelittleliars]

Bodyguard

Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Warnings: anxiety/panic attack, alcohol, drunkness

Words: 3.3k

Summary: you are Natasha's bodyguard at a Comic Convention

AN: Hi everyone! Had this cute little idea in my head for a month or two and now it's finally yours!

Camera flashes shone into your faces, fans who were crying and screaming rang into your ears to the point it hurt to. Fans were pushing until people fell to the ground and got hurt. This was madness.. everything was just pure chaos. You were mad at the convention organizers, they either should have hired more security or simply sold less tickets. You were one of Natasha Romanoff's bodyguards for public events gor year already and not a single event had been as fucked up as this one. Yes conventions were an entire different story then red carpets or pride events but it still could have been all avoided if the organizers wouldn't have been so greedy. 

Three other bodyguards of her and you tried to get Natasha from the entrance to the backstage area. But you moved in a snail pace since a tons of fans blocked every way to reach for the Black Widow. "Move out of the way!" You yelled over the loud noise. The disrespect of these people really got under your skin, you got extremely angry but you tried not to push the people harshly. You felt Natasha's small frame pressed against your back as you guys made your way through the large crowd. And since you knew her well, you knew in right that moment she was full of anxiety and most likely on the brink of an anxiety/panic attack. "IF YOU DON'T MOVE OUT THE WAY THEN NOBODY GETS TO SEE THE BLACK WIDOW AT ALL TODAY!" You threatened them. Something with the way you yelled it must had struck with a bunch of people since they backed off quickly afterwards. You soon could move smoothly towards the backstage entrance, where you made sure that Natasha was alright by guiding her to mimic your breaths. When that didn't work you tried another method. "What things do you see five times?" You asked her. She looked around. "I see five chairs." You continued with four things she saw. "Four pens." The two continued counting down. Three tables. Two doors. One apple. When you felt she was pretty alright you lead her to one of the chairs and brought a water bottle. "Here drink this." 

Natasha appreciated you as her bodyguard so much, not only because you her only female bodyguard but also since you were the only one who always made sure that she was alright and if that weren't the case you helped and comforted her until she was her old self. "Thank you." You nodded your before kneeling in front of her, taking one free hand in yours and looked into her green eyes. Natasha still looked distraught from being mobbed but being with you helped her immensely. She concentrated on the feeling of your warm hand along with how they both fit so wonderful together. It made her heart clench with want. She actually longed to be closer to you, being her bodyguard was not enough for her anymore. The want to feel your touch every second of the day was consuming her thoughts, she also wished to know what your lips felt like on hers. But before she could think further you brought her out of those thoughts. "Are you good to continue the schedule at this convention today?" You asked with worry in your voice. It's another thing Natasha liked about you, you were a stone cold front for everyone but her. For her you were such a softie and always so goddamn gentle, it drove her insane. "Only with you by my side." 

"Of course! That's what I'm being paid for." You teased her. "The autograph sessions are gonna be so fun so much fun." The evil smile on your face was something the Black Widow rarely saw but she knew you wouldn't do anything but sitting next to her and looking at the people in line who probably would be squirming underneath your gaze. That alone brought you joy and she knew that. After you guys met up with the other Avengers, they all went on stage and answered a bunch of questions from the interviewer and fans. It went smoothly except for some inappropriate questions that were directed to Natasha. The second they went backstage again and she saw you, she knew you were angry at the people who asked inappropriate and sexist questions. She put her hand on your arm, telling you everything was alright but it still didn't sit okay with you. It was 2023 and people still were asking questions when they just should mind their own goddamn business. Why would literally anyone want to know what she Black Widow is wearing underneath her suit? Anyone with an IQ can greatly assume it's underwear and even it she were naked underneath, in what world was that your business?? "I hate it too Y/N. But look on the bright side, that one guy who were beyond the line got an ass-whopping from a tons of fans in the audience. Not only that but Steve answered the question as if it was his." 

"I really liked his answer. 'Would anybody really want to flash themself to the enemy if there's a malfunction with the suit or it gets torn in a battle?'" You mimicked him and his reply. "It was such a huge statement that shut that boy up real quick. In my opinion, he deserves more than just Steve shutting him up but I can't do anything about it, can it?" 

Natasha shock her head. "No you can't but I appreciate what he did and what you'd do anyways." With a smile you lead her further into the backstage area and waited for the staff to get you to the next scheduled event.

Later when Natasha was hours into writing autographs, you noticed her hand and wrist movement being awfully off. You asked a staff member to bring an ice pack if not available then a cold wet towel. Instead of the staff guy you talked to, Natasha's manager, who was only there for these kinda public events, came with the ice pack you had requested. "How long do you think she can still last?" He asked you as he whisper talked to you. "An hour or two but no longer. If you ask me I'd arrange the queue in a way that all children with their supervisors should cut to the front, maybe even all teenage girls." 

You glance at Natasha who brightly smiled at some girl who seemed to be in their twenties. "She'll work through the pain till the end of line of I know for sure that we have to cut it way before that so I'd really consider that at least these kids get a chance to get their superhero before we have to shut it down." He nodded then told you he'd discuss it with the organizers. 

By the time he went away your attention was back to the red headed superhero next to you. "Gimme your wrist." She was stubborn and did not give you her wrist, acting as if everything was perfectly fine. You were patient enough though and waited a few minutes until the teenager who was talking to Natasha was gone. Next in line was a a mother with a girl that couldn't have been older than 5 years old. You smiled at them and politely told them to wait a second. "You either give me your wrist now or we have to cut short way sooner than you want to." You told the Widow sternly. She sighed but gave you her left wrist anyways. You gently put the gel ice pack, which was in a towel, onto her wrist to cool down the swelling that was caused by signing autographs all day long. While you held the pack in place, the small girl put down a cute stuffed teddy bear onto the table while sweetly telling Natasha that it's for her. You were about to take it and put it aside as you did with all her other gifts too when she beat you to it and let it rest against the front of her body. "The bear stays." You respected her request without saying anything, she talked with the kid for a bit before asking for her name to sign the poster that they brought with them. You let go of her wrist, she signed the poster with the girls name and thanked them for coming. 

This time she took the ice pack from you herself and laid it on the table so that she could rest her arm on the table better and more comfortable. At some point Dave, her manager came back with convention staff and rearrange the queue exactly the you proposed to him. An hour later you saw it in her eyes that she couldn't do much more. You hauled down Dave and he cut the line after an elderly woman who waited in line for what seemed like hours. "What a lovely team you have! They were very nice to let me still meet you." The old lady started to ramble. "I'm not sure if you recognize me but you saved me and my husband at the alien attack in 2012! Oh sweet girl I have to thank you so much for that. The shock was deep afterwards and we had to see a specialist and they found something in my husbands organs and it literally saved him again. After his surgery and recovery we started traveling more and saw so many beautiful places before." She then gifted Natasha some crystals that they had found on their trips around the world. "Ohh I probably should hurry. Your people are waiting."

Natasha and you both answered her at the same time. You said that there was no rush and the superhero told her that she should take all the time she needs. The elderly had such a relieved look on her face that it made your heart warm. She introduced herself as Martha and she started telling you both, she included you by constantly looking at you and back to Natasha, how the Black Widow still became her idol at such an old age and how inspiring everything was with what the red head did. Before Natasha even came to signing the free autograph card, she asked Martha if she wanted to take a photo with her. The woman was bubbling over with joy. Especially when Natasha told her she'd sign another autograph card for her husband for free. And since some fans never went away and just stayed to ogle at the woman, some angry words were spewed out of jealousy. You gave each of those people a death glare that shut them up for good but you insisted for Martha to come with Natasha and your security. Fans were chaotic and it wouldn't surprise you if some people would get violent with her just to get her autographs and spread hate. Your goal was to protect both woman even if your job contained only to protect the superhero at all costs. After leaving the Black Widow backstage you brought Martha to her car and waited until she drove off. With the assurance that she left safely, you went back to get Natasha and the both of you got into the van that was designated for her to get driven back to the Hotel. 

As soon as you arrived in your room you immediately jumped into the shower to clear your mind since all of your thoughts were consumed by how sweet Natasha was with the fans. By the time you were done, your stomach was a rumbling mess, looking through the menu you ordered  yourself some fries and a burger thanks to room service. You changed quickly into a tshirt and some shorts, then looking at all your notifications of your personal phone that was hidden in the hotel room safe. A tons of it were from twitter, people tagging you in videos and photos, gushing and freaking out over how cute you & Natasha were together. There was a particular tweet with two photos attached that made your stomach flip. The first one was you looking grumpily at fans but Natasha was looking at you lovingly, the second was the exactly opposite. You were looking at her, what fans described as heart eyes, as she was smiling at a younger fan. You send the tweet to Natasha through iMessage with a simple 'lol' as caption. 

Meanwhile, Natasha was sitting at the hotel bar with a drink in one hand and her phone in her hand. She also was looking through tweets that fans added her in. When you sent her that tweet she was staring at the same photo already. She felt butterflies in her belly when she saw the way you looked at her, so soft and protective. But that feeling vanished into a clump of anxiety when she read your message. The simple 'lol' to that tweet of you guys gazing at each other when the one of you wasn't looking was a punch to her gut. She quickly typed a reply in hope it would be a good answer.

Fans ship me with anyone who's 3 feet near me. Sorry you have to experience that. 

I don't mind. I feel flattered that so many people actually think I have "insane chemistry" with THE Black Widow. 

I'm still sorry about it all. It can get pretty intense with some fans. They ship people so much to a point that they'll get delusional of every single interaction.

Ahh so I shouldn't be surprised if at some point I see a tweet of someone being super convinced that we're married? 

If that happens I'll definitely gonna fuck with them and post "hints" of my non existing relationship with you.

Maybe I should join in with your little jokes?

I'd love that. Wanna start already? I'll come over to your room after I finish my food?

I'm at the bar.

Ohh even better. I'll be down in 10. Don't have too much fun without your "girlfriend" 😉

Before she knew it a new notification from twitter popped up. It was you tagging her in a tweet.  

After a long convention day w/ @BlackWidow I finally get some alone time with my date. 

Her heart started to beat faster than it did before. She had to re-read it a bunch of times before it true sunk it that you meant her as the date. And then, suddenly out of nowhere you stood beside her ordering yourself a bottle of beer. "I'm wondering how you felt about today. Well rather about how you feel about this texan comic con compared to the other 3 we've been to." 

She sighed not wanting to think much about today since it all was overwhelming and exhausting but she couldn't deny you this answer since she knew you wanted to know this for future events. You wanted to make sure that she was alright and comfortable after a day like today. "The mob in the morning was awful but the autograph session and panel was fine. You hummed while taking a sip from your bottle, still watching here face to see if there was any discomfort or hatred towards the convention but all you saw was the hidden exhaustion. She was masking once again and you hated seeing her like this, though you knew why she did it that moment, you both were still in a public space and both of you were always careful incase paparazzi's were around. "So you'd be up for another convention?" She nodded but also told you that it wouldn't happen anytime soon. The superhero needed time to process this huge overwhelming and exhausting event first. And that wasn't an easy task. When you suggested to move this little drinking party that the two of you had into your room, she was quick to agree with your idea. The more privacy the better. 

While you guys had been in the elevator, one of the two of you started to giggle and then the other one joined in and now nobody could actually stop. The giggling died down as you walked out the elevator and immediately stopped when you went around the corner. Your ex girlfriend was coming your way and you did not want her to recognize you. So you turned back around to Natasha, who also stopped laughing, now with a worried look on her face. Before she could even ask what was wrong you asked her to kiss you. She shocked out a shocked what. "Just kiss me please. I'll explain later." The urgency in your voice was something that Natasha didn't miss so she stopped thinking and dived in. And what a kiss it was. You never thought kissing the superhero would get you so deeply lost and leaving you with wanting more. 

Since you were so engrossed in the kiss, you almost didn't hear your ex scolding you both. "These kids from today.." You tried your best not to burst out into laughter right then when you still had your lips locked with the red head. As soon as she disappeared in the elevator, Natasha broke the kiss. "Kids from today? Apparently I'm not in my thirties yet. That's good." She said then looked back into your eyes. "So why the need for a kiss Y/N?"

You gulped hard while feeling heat creeping up on you since you now felt a little embarrassed to tell her the truth. "That was my ex." Even though you both saw her disappearing, Natasha took a double look to where ex just had been. She couldn't fathom you dating someone so much older. "You dated her? That clearly very old lady??" 

"That was around ten years ago, alright? She was happily throwing more money at me than she was already paying me for and I loved the money." You told her truthfully. It was no surprise for you that she was shocked about it. "You worked for her and then became a couple?" You nodded shyly at her question. 

"Don't judge okay? I was young and dumb." You were feeling the awkwardness, that was a first between you two, there was hardly ever a awkward moment between you. Not only the awkwardness but also the silence was killing you slowly. 

Natasha on the other hand was thinking hard, if you mixed business with pleasure once already, would you do it again? Were you willing to kiss her? With the way you looked at her you had to, right? If the fans were seeing something between you two then there had to be some bit truth to it. But what if she overstepped and all of this was unconsensual? She'd hate of she was treating you the way other people treated her. Thanks to her overthinking she didn't notice her inching closer to you until she felt your breath on her face. That snapped her out of the deepest thoughts she was in. The world suddenly seemed to stop for the both of you. The kiss from earlier played in your heads like a broken record but before anything could go further Natasha distanced her from you. "I think I'm a bit more tipsy than I thought I were." She apologized and looked away. 

"And I think I'm drunk since I want you to kiss me again." You sighed. That piped her interest. "Well we do have great chemistry." You smiled at her and nodded. "I won't deny that. But I'm afraid to cross that line again." 

"We won't cross that line if it's just one night right?" You agreed to that then pulled her into a desperate kiss. Her hands  went straight to your waist, pulling you even closer. You didn't know who starting dragging the other person into your hotel room, all you knew for certain was that the night was full of passion and satisfying all your needs. 

What you both didn't realize in your tipsy-drunk state was that you in fact crossed that line by sleeping with each other. Even fans noticed that something had changed with you and Natasha. 

[thatrandomwriter]

Smoking Hot

Stu Macher x Reader

Warnings: Drug use, swearing

Summary: Reader and Stu hang out to smoke weed together

Smoke burned my throat as I breathed in, holding it in my lungs for as long as I could before it began to tickle, blowing it out in a long exhale. The closer we got to finishing our joint, the more the smoke threatened to make me cough. Stu reached a greedy hand for it as soon as it left my lips, waving the hand at me when I took a second too long to pass it to him.

“You are many things, Stu, but patient is not one of them. Jesus Christ,”

“It’s a good job I’m charming enough to make up for it then. And smart, and handsome, and funny,” he ticked the adjectives off on his fingers before taking a drag of his own.

“Not to mention humble,”

“That, too,” he seemed thrilled that I had thought of something to add to the list. I shook my head at him, letting my hair hang in my face to block the grin that threatened to bloom. Weed always made me embarrassingly giggly, and much as I enjoyed Stu’s company, his ego did not need to be inflated any further with the idea that everything he said was hilarious. “Where’d you go - don’t tell me you’re going all shy on me,” Stu leaned, peering around my hair to see my face, eyes wide and expression gormless. Laughter expanded like a bubble in my chest, rising up my throat until I could no longer contain it. A grin spread across Stu’s face in return.

“I see, I see. My level of comedy is clearly far too much for you to handle, I promise that from now on I will speak to you with utmost seriousness,” he waved a hand over his face to exaggerate the transition, grin switching to a pompous frown.

“No, please don’t! Without you I’ll never laugh again,” I attempted to mimic his frown, but found it impossible whilst he looked me in the face, more laughter threatening to bubble to the surface. Instead, I stared up at the sky, so impressively blue that I forgot almost entirely about my attempt to pull a serious face. “I have an important question,”

“Go on, you can’t leave me in suspense like that,” for someone so eager to enforce the puff-and-pass rule earlier, Stu seemed to have no problem hogging the spliff when it was his turn to give it up. I reached for it before continuing, my fingers brushing his clumsily as I took it. There was only a little left.

“Do you believe in aliens?” A ridiculous question that would no doubt have an entertaining answer. I finished the joint, flicking it into the grass, away from the picnic blanket we shared.

“Of course I do - I believe they like to catch rides on kid’s bikes, and make calls to the mothership to escape evil science dudes,” Stu wouldn’t be Stu without having a movie reference for every conversation, though expecting him not to go straight to E.T when I brought up aliens would be wildly unfair.

“For sure, and they can teleport bikes and have weird buggy eyes,”

Stu shuddered dramatically, “Creepy eyes,”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of E.T,” I teased.

“Not scared … Just a healthy level of cautious,”

Another laugh rose in my chest. The sound seemed to make Stu smile, his eyes lingering on mine in a way that made my face feel hot. Normally I would have looked away, but right now I was incapable of that kind of self-consciousness. The heat in my cheeks seemed to be stemming not from embarrassment, but from something else.

“If you think about it, if there are aliens out there, then to them, we’re the aliens,” Stu widened his eyes, as if he had said something ground breaking.

“Shit - so you do believe in aliens!”

“Kinda have to if we’re the aliens, and we exist,” Stu said. I was surprised that he did not say ‘duh’ at the end of the sentence.

“You are talking the most shit,”

Stu clutched at his chest in exaggerated offence, “Now that is just hurtful,” He turned his head away from me, chin pointed upwards.

“Awww come on, you know I didn’t mean it like that,” I leaned forwards in an attempt to get him to look me in the face, but he only turned his head further with a loud ‘humph’.

I kneeled up so that I could get more distance, leaning around him until he could turn his head no further to get away from me.

“I’m very sorry - I didn’t realise your feelings were so fragile,” I grinned through the apology at his ridiculous stubbornness. In fact, I couldn’t stop grinning, his sulking suddenly the most hilarious thing in the world.

Stu turned to face me, and suddenly we were almost nose to nose. “You call that an apology, huh?”

A wild and reckless idea overtook me for a second, my grin fading in an instant as the idea that he was close enough to kiss entered my head, and that a kiss would be more than apology enough for his feigned hurt feelings. He seemed to pick up on the shift, reading the thought stamped suddenly across my face, eyes dipping from mine and to my lips. It was just for a second, barely long enough for me to notice. But that second was enough of a spark to my confidence for me to lean in, acting on my impulsive thoughts.

Stu’s lips were soft, and he tasted like smoke. My body had twisted at an awkward angle to get face to face with him earlier, but now that there was no need for the empty air between us, I leaned into him for support. His hands found my waist as he kissed me back, tugging me into his lap. His body was firm and warm against mine, and I pressed myself into him, needing nothing more than to be as close to him as possible. We were connected, perfectly in sync, my lips parting just as his tongue moved to graze mine. My hands found his chest, his neck, his hair, mapping out parts of Stu’s body that I had seen but never before touched, memorising the planes of his back and the curve of his jaw. His arms tightened around me, bringing us impossibly closer together as he leaned back to lie on the blanket, pulling me down to the floor with him without breaking our kiss, so that I was in top of him. Which each passing second his mouth became hungrier, less soft and more desperate. His teeth caught against my lower lip, eliciting from me a sharp intake of breath.

I pulled away by an inch or so, only as much as I could bare, “Am I forgiven?”

“You most definitely are,” Stu’s familiar grin, wide and toothy and incredibly, undeniably hot, lit up his face. “You wanna know something?”

“What?” I returned his smile.

“You’re smoking hot, baby,”

The pun was truly awful, but somehow that made it even funnier. As I laughed, he leaned up to close the inch-wide gap between us, kiss lingering and slow.

“You think I’m joking, but I am being deadly serious,”

[bansept]

The Child of God

Part 7

It has come to my attention that this story is pretty appreciated, so, I really want to thank everyone <3

Some are worried Dio might not be very good to his boy, I hope this answers your question haha

Dio was sitting on an uncomfortable stone bench, outside of the villa, in the yet-to-be-cleaned garden, with its growing weeds, grass, and pestering little creatures coming out of their holes in the dirt. The moon was high in the dark-blue sky, outlining with a stark contrast each shape, each infinitely small detail only the vampire could see, the wind softly rustling through the blonde locks of hair cascading down Dio's neck.

The plan was slowly setting into action. His followers grew more and more numerous, out of faith and devotion for him for the most, but a few remained awfully greedy and were already planning to overthrow him in a few years' time, as many people used to the mafia would do. Of course, his goal was far more important than that of the crime business in Italy, and he would learn from his too recent failings in Egypt. The world could have been his, with unsurprising ease, had he kept a clearer head, and more followers. He exhaled, eyes staring back up into the night sky. It was a great shame that more than half his followers either died in combat or simply got too scared to either fight the Joestars or return to his side. It was evident in his eyes that such foolish cowardice would have to be aborted as soon as the earlier signs would appear.

His current close servants showed only devotion as of now: only the ones worthy were allowed in his presence, and in his son's presence, and all of them knew that. From the simple cook to the one or two spirited advisors, passing to the delicate women he kept for his own pleasure, all saw him as a reincarnation of God, and obeyed, believed, and worshipped him as such.

This Buccerrati was the only exception. He was two strings away from death, and Dio only awaited the tiniest mistake to hang the man with his own bowels.

Patters of tiny naked feet pulled him out of his reverie, and Dio felt a smirk grow on his face. Ah, his little one was awake.

"Father?"

Giorno walked up to his father with his hands fiddling with the hem of his long-sleeved pajama shirt, his mouth open and his eyes bagged. Evidently, he couldn't quite sleep, although he was well past his bedtime.

"Come here, Giorno." Dio opened his side by raising his arm up, the child snuggling close with a sigh of contentment. "Why are you up?" He questioned, his eyes focusing on the small frame of his son, observing how easily Giorno could disappear out of view when his arm covered the boy.

"I can't sleep..." Giorno answered with a little voice, his whine clear from any sobs.

"Hm." His father answered, turning his head away to look at the garden with great disinterest.

Giorno didn't explain further for a few minutes, his fingers calming down, the fiddling stopping after realizing he was alright, comforted. Instead of hugging his father's side, he laid his head against his huge thigh in an effort to mimic a pillow. A quite too hard pillow, Dio would assume, for his fragile son. He passed his fingers through the boy's now completely blonde hair, untangling the growing length of each of his locks, and Giorno hummed.

"... I saw mom in my dream." He whispered, the sound suffocated in the fabric of Dio's black pants, knowing perfectly the man would still hear him. "She was smiling at me. But... It was fake. It was an evil smile. The same she'd give me before she'd ask the man to look after me while she left." The child gulped, one hand clutching the nearest fabric he could find. "I don't want to see mom. Never again."

Dio listened, carefully, his hand still combing the hair, and felt a burst of hatred for this wretched couple once again. They were dealt with. Burnt to the ground after a slow, torturous death inflicted by Dio himself. He could still smell their blood oozing out of their bodies with grotesque choking sounds, their limbs detaching from their torsos with a pleasant crack. They were dead.

But they would never be gone. He knew that for a over century now.

"It won't go away, son. Ever." Dio spoke truthfully. "But the pain will stop soon. As you grow older and stronger, you realize people who hurt you once are far weaker than you are now. You must feed on this reality, feed on how insignificant their existence is compared to yours."

"...But... I don't want to remember them. I don't want to think about bad things. Only good things. Like how I'm with you now." Giorno protested, turning his head to meet his father's eyes.

"You can't only have good things in life, Giorno. You shouldn't wish for good things only. That's the way of the weak." Dio stated, his voice warm, but hard enough to impact the soft look in Giorno's eyes.

His son was young. So young. So unfairly treated, so unfairly prepared to meet the world. Dio smiled faintly, his hand resting now on the boy's shoulder. With his fall in Egypt, the Joestars, namely that Japanese punk and Jonathan's grandchild, would not look for him. They would succumb to their own lies about their enemy's death, how they supposedly turned him into ashes before going back home to their families, living shamefully peaceful lives. Dio would never admit defeat, but he now had all the time in the world to build a real empire worthy of himself. In that, he could allow his son to grow at his own pace. At least for his childhood.

"How are things going with your tutor? Do you like him, or perhaps you would like me to replace him?"

Giorno sat up straight, eyes wide with a toothy grin.

"No! He's nice" He chuckled, the bright green of his eyes shining with malice and honesty. "He helps me with some reading, and we play sometimes. Oh, and he teaches me more Italian!"

"Hm, so no replacement yet." The seated man sighed heavily, rolling his eyes jokingly. "But if he does you any wrong, tell me. I will take care of him like the monster he believes I am."

Giorno laughed again, a sound oh so sweet and ringing in the intimate atmosphere like the chime of bells.

"I don't think you're a monster, father."

That... Was not something he thought he could hear from anyone. Surprise painted his features, his dark eyebrows raising in shock as his mouth opened with a silent gasp. Oh, Dio knew how people looked at him, how they shivered with fear, disgust, envy, or lust, how monstrous he was for stealing his adoptive brother's body, for killing men, women, children, and animals without batting an eyelid, how terrible and inhuman his actions and thoughts were to the pleb. His peace was made with that knowledge for years. He knew he was born to a great fate, and for his destiny to be realized, he would do anything. But, Giorno... Innocent little thing, pure little boy.

He wasn't a monster in his eyes.

"Really?" Dio asked, once again caressing the blonde tuff of hair on his son's head.

"Mhm!" Giorno smiled, little dimples on his cheeks before he buried his face in the thigh once again.

The man swallowed faintly, a sense of peace, of achievement like any other overwhelming him like no other before.

"Well, that's kind of bothersome, isn't it?" He wondered out loud, pulling the child closer. "What a strange child you are."

"You're strange too." Giorno countered good-naturedly. Dio chuckled, the vibrations making the boy's head shake.

"You are right."

Dio rubbed his back soothingly, wishing he could use The World and stop time forever. If only to bask in this moment with the precious, strange, brave boy that was his son.

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A shorter chapter for this one, because I wanted to write and yet didn't have lots of inspiration

This chapter is very largely inspired by this fanart, from an incredibly talented artist that you can find on Twitter! Go check out their work!

This art

Part 6 // Part 8

[clarafell]

❝  things  i  almost  remember.  ❞ (welcome back!!!)

ANASTASIA SENTENCE STARTERS��:  Accepting!

@wolfvirago

Compassion, like a soft flower covered in dewdrops of sorrow, attempts to claw its way up her throat as soon as she hears the familiar voice of an aching Robin. It almost slips out, but she closes her parted lips to seal it in her mouth. She cannot jeopardize what she has built for something as small as comforting someone dear. There are a thousand of things she could say to Robin, each one more intimate than the last— Only things that Robin would know in the depths of her aching heart— But Homura Akemi leans back into her waiting seat, wrapping herself in a thoughtful silence.

She needs to be patient, not weak.

She can make Robin smile again with a few easy words, but grief is a monster that will always follow. Chasing away grief is only temporary, but it will come back once the sun has set and Robin is all alone… What then of their earlier conversation? Her words and all the comfort they may have brought underneath the sunny sky will begin to crumble, only helpful during the day. Nightfall may feel peaceful and freeing on some nights, but its deep silence can be quite deadly. Words of sympathy will not work, after all.

Homura summons a practiced smile onto her pale face once a couple of seconds pass between them. It must feel like an eternity for Robin, especially after sharing something so personal… Only a minute has passed, more or less. Homura has ascended into something wrong and unholy, but she still understood Robin all too well. She knows why Robin is here to speak. Surprises might happen, but she still understands the older girl's grief.

A raven perches on a nearby tree, cawing out bad news to anyone who will listen to its message. Not that Robin understood what her one of many winged servants was truly saying. Homura turns her head to gaze towards the cawing Liese as soon as she realized that it was repeating Robin’s sorrows.

Liese is the shared name for all of her winged messengers, but their shared duty was to spy and potentially attack. Their old duty, back in that fabricated world, was to pretend to be birds until it was time to announce the funeral procession to anyone and anything. Apparently, it likes to also mimic someone else as long as their words are dripping in anything negative...

They did decent jobs at following orders, but they are quite stupid. Mostly harmless, but their lack of intelligence makes them less threats… Unless they choose to fly in flocks. Bigger threats are her child-like, slightly sadistic dolls. Their former roles were to pretend to be children preparing for the role of mourners during the upcoming funeral procession. Their tears were fake back then, not even they mourned for her, but they were quite addicted to having as much fun as possible in this shiny new world. Luckily for the self-proclaimed force of evil, her troublesome dolls were nowhere near the café table.

They would ruin everything. Not that Robin would know, of course. She might actually lighten up at the sight of them. All she would most likely see is children, free as the wind with no heavy burdens, that only want to play with them. Her dolls were fierce and creepy, but they really did act like hyper children. Greedy little things with no limit to their wild energy; they were more greedy than the way her birds begging for more food.

A frown blooms onto her face once she realizes what her bird is echoing, unable to stop the frown from forming. She soon ignores the stuffed bird to go back to facing Robin. Back to smiling.

❝ You mention things you almost remember… ❞ Homura allows herself to speak, successfully tuning out the caws of her servant. She yearns to throw her cup of tea straight at its oblivious head, but she chooses to ignore the bird. It hasn’t stopped repeating itself. ❝ What would you do if you remembered? ❞ The question leaves her lips gently, though she must sound too serious for her age.

Part of her wonders what she must look like in the depths of Robin’s eyes. She doesn’t yearn to see her reflection in a mirror, however. What kind of eyes shall her reflection hold? Will her reflection refuse to look at her? Maybe the mirror will shatter and bleed, unable to handle the ugly sight of the devil herself. She does not want to see herself. All she wants to see is Robin’s decision.

❝ I’m sure you have heard of the rumors about me. After all, you finally found me at one of my frequent haunts… I’ve heard you were still very persistent, even when you weren’t sure that the rumors of my existence were true. You know how to track down even someone as elusive as myself. ❞ Homura can only imagine what her dolls have been spreading around the city when it came to rumors. It only makes her wonder what they were up to at this very instance, but she had to focus on the present.

❝ I’ll admit that I find your persistence quite interesting, but… Let’s get down to business, shall we? ❞ Homura didn’t want to address why Robin behaved that way. She had to look at Robin like a stranger, not someone dear. Emotions, like the past, will not do her any good in this moment. Robin was most likely only persistent because she wanted her innermost desire to come true.

❝ I can help you, of course. But you surely must realize that too much knowledge can be very devastating, wouldn’t you agree? I don’t think you are up for the test, sadly... ❞ She brings her cup of tea closer to inhale the pleasant aroma of her chamomile and lavender tea. It's always her favorite tea, even in this new world.

❝ You might doubt me, but everything comes with a price… Including my services. ❞ If only tea could make this moment in time less... painful. Meeting Robin yet again was not what she expected. Each time is harder than the last. But Homura cannot run back into the past. She can't get slip back into her old ways... Their old ways. Drinking tea right now is the closest thing to their old days, even though this particular café is not their favorite place.

She will swallow down everything, including her pesky heart, in order to get what she wants. She would greedily pluck every single wish from the night sky to get what she most desired... If only stars could truly grant wishes like in many nostalgic stories. She has placed herself into Kyubey's role, so she has to be smarter.

Too much is at stake, after all.

What would Robin say to her if she knew the whole truth?

[eldritchshapeshifter]

Hrrrg I am having thoughts,,,like

Beef essentially cloned Wels and made Hels, so it makes sense to me that he’d be Stranger coded.

Do I headcanon that him and Wels look the same? No, but does it make sense that they’d look the exact same? Yes, it does.

Because, hear me out on this, Hels is literally a clone of Wels, so it’d make sense that he looks the same but I’d think there would be differences that nobody would notice, at first glance, like wider eyes or a wider smile or something.

I think he’d seem really uncanny to people, bc obviously he looks like Wels and could probably mimic him (bc again, clone)

I kinda think that the only people who’d notice the differences would be the evil counterparts (like Evil X) I kinda see it as like, same recognises same or something along the lines of that. 

I imagine it's pretty hard to be able to tell the difference between him and Wels, like, the hermits could talk to Hels for a while without realizing it and Hels could essentially replace him and maybe one person would notice but nobody would believe them bc he’s just a clone and replicates Wels very well. (cough cough)

Idk how much more I can really explain it tbh

But on the other side, him being corruption coded makes sense to me bc it doesn’t actually have to be bug related, it can also relate to arrogance and greediness to a large extent, and that's kinda where I get it from.

But also from the fact that he’s Stranger coded because he’d seem off already, but adding that he could (arguably) be Lonely coded as well.

Because he’s Stranger coded it could lead to being lonely and that could lead to something similar to Jane Prentiss’s situation.

Oh Helsknight is Hunt coded. Oh Helsknight is Slaughter coded. Oh no he’s Desolation coded. No no he’s Flesh coded.

No /hj

that bitch /aff is Stranger and Corruption coded

I take no criticism.

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk

[sminny-wew]

Assorted Sonic OCs from the past few months, largely inspired by the IDW comics (descriptions and context under the cut)

1-5: Design for a(n ex?) girlfriend of Surge's from her pre-Starline days, based on Surge's concept art. She’s a rat and her name is Riot Roadkill; she dressed more like a gyaru in the past (short skirt, loose socks) but nowadays wears the one-piece with the mesh (and sometimes with the jacket), also taken from Surge concept art. Final design has light orange fur and teal eyes to complement Surge the way Amy's pink fur and green eyes are designed to complement Sonic’s blue and green; hair is based on yanki (Japanese delinquent) fashion. "Ash Wrath" (name taken from the Ashura glitch Surge is based on) used to lead a biker gang before Starline got to her, and Riot was her second-in-command. Riot (who fights with a bat also taken from Surge art) was forced to step up after the boss vanished, and wasn’t expecting the stranger who wandered onto gang turf to be her...

6: Three nice Zeti (I’ve been calling them the Gentle Three) based on a theory I had about mainstream Zeti society and a potential counterculture; Ziro likes protecting animals and has a tiny dragon companion, Zen is a healer who talks like a hippie grandma, and Zaffiti likes to create things instead of destroying them

7: Since the pirates are all said to be gone in IDW, I made a new villain/rival for Blaze to fight. Bedlam is a caracal queen from 100 years ago who became a vengeful ghost of blue fire after the Sol Emeralds disowned her for refusing to change her cruel, selfish, and greedy ways; based on Blaze's concept art.

8-9: Made some friends for Silver from his own time. Based their collective color schemes on the CMYK palette to mimic Team Sonic being primary colors. Copper the Axolotl is ridiculously bubbly for someone who lives in a perpetual apocalypse, and lives semi-underwater or something which is why she dresses all beachy. Gold the Mink is a friendly rival to Silver, cocky and laidback to contrast with Silver's dorky seriousness, but he’s still a nice guy. Design is based on Silver’s concept art; Idk yet if Gold would be an AI or what but if you know your Sonic comic history you can take a wild guess who inspired him lol.

10: These two, tentatively named Smoke and Mirror, are henchwomen to a greater evil and part of an idea I had for a magical girl-inspired Amy Rose solo game. They’re based on Amy's friends Patty and Monica from the early-90s Sonic manga; Smoke is black and white while Mirror is supposed to be dark purple. Smoke is a Canadian marble fox whose magic manifests as smoke/vapor/etc. Mirror is a garden dormouse who specializes in mirror magic (deflecting, copying, etc.). They both like to playfully tease Amy in a way that surprisingly never goes too far. They claim to serve their master faithfully as their master’s familiars, but not even they know entirely how they got to be that way...

[chiwhorei]

team spirit

pairing: k. sakusa x fem!reader x a. miya

genre: college!au, smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: 2.6k

warnings: threesome, semi-public sex, daddy kink, spitting, a spank, a tiny bit of choking, tit-fucking, degradation, a little coercion, curruption, gaslighting, voyeurism, a subtle age gap (freshman vs. senior in college), cum play, cum eating. nothing too crazy and everything is consensual- it’s just pretty dirty lmao

a/n: in a radical act of self care i have given up on kinktober as it was killing all love that i had for writing. i present to you a piece written solely because it made me h-word. thank you to the love of my life @hqbbg for beta reading, you have my soul and share my desire to be mask-man’s little bitch.

hymn: smells like teen spirit by: nirvana

“Didn’t I tell ya’, princess?” Atsumu’s voice is low and sharp against the shell of your ear as he brushes away a rogue strand of hair from where it fell from your high-pony. The action gentle, the tone unmistakingly galled. “I told ya to behave, but ya’ never want to listen to me.”

The grip he has on you is bruising, fingers nestled on your hips, large hands scrunching your pleated cheer skirt and exposing you to the almost empty locker room. Your boyfriend’s hard-on is distinct against his shorts, pressing against your bare cunt. Your hips buck desperately in his hold, but any fight is useless. There’s no way Atsumu will give you more than just minimal friction; only enough to make you dizzy and malleable in his capture.

Atsumu isn’t oblivious. He’s fully aware of how sweet you look every week, cheering on the sidelines of his games, donning his jersey number in a heart on the apple of your cheek. Having the prettiest little member of your college’s cheer squad in his bed every night never fails to fill him with an almost evil pride. Ever since the beginning of the season, your first year in college, Atsumu has been on you. The moment he first saw you, skin sheened with a layer of sweat and workout shorts riding up high enough to see the angelic curve of your ass cheeks, you were his. He totes a fine line, dancing between cockiness at his prize girlfriend when you’re hit on or ogled, and egregious rage.

Game-night started the same as any other: Astumu sneaking away before warm-ups to kabedon you against the wall when you walked out of the girls locker room. You always flush red-hot, no matter how many times he traps you, fiddling with the pom-poms in your hold. He grabs them from you, tossing them without care onto the ground to pull you tightly against his hard chest, your wrist pinned against the front of your uniform top in one of his hands. The rest of your squad walks by the two of you without much thought; the scene unfolding is rehearsed at this point. It seems like the whole student-body ignores the two of you.

“You act more like a horny teenager than a senior in college, Atsumu.” You puff your cheeks out and glare at him from the fringe of your perfectly curled eyelashes. The fake-blond towering above you snorts at your defiance.

“Well, you act more like an old prude than a freshman in college, princess.” His lips dip lower to fan over yours, “And my name ain’t Atsumu.”

Your knees feel weak trapped in his grip, his presence a strange mix of comfort and distress. You’re welcomed home into the den of a lion. You gulp down a painful air bubble trapped in your throat and mumble an apology.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

It seems to please the arrogant setter, earning you a chirpy laugh as he twirls a piece of your hair in his finger. You hate when Atsumu seems upset with you, so relief washes over you at the light gesture. He releases his hold on your wrists and pulls you into a sloppy kiss. You melt into the feeling of his lips, his hands rubbing up and down your arms lazily, causing your body to slack against him. Atsumu’s attention always renders you compliant (often against better judgement).

“I’ve gotta go, but make sure I hear ya’ cheering out there for me, sweetheart,” he says after letting go of your lips with one last nip. So begins the quick restoration of your uniform from where it was misplaced by setter fingers. After you’ve collected yourself under the watchful eye of your senior, you bend at the waist to pick up the stray poms and feel the swift union of Atsumu’s hand against your ass. You scoff at his childishness, even though you had expected it. Game nights are always the same.

The same round of cat and mouse, the same suffocating sexual tension and embarrassing public display.

The only anomaly tonight is the lecherous stare of your boyfriend's teammate on your folded body. A stare that shouldn’t belong to the curly haired man fixes onto you and the view of your tight pair of spandex has turned him into stone.

Pride is a cardinal sin, and so is lust.

“Do ya’ like what ya’ see, Omi? She’s a pretty little thing ain’t she?” Your eyes snap up to meet the gaze of the man in front of your disheveled form. Sakusa’s eyes are dark and cold; his expression reads indifference, but the hard cock in his shorts is clearly seen. He’s frozen in place a few feet in front of the bench you’re displayed on. Your crisp white sneakers are on either side of Atsumu’s built thighs, knees bent and held in place by the man under you. Your uniform top and bra have been pushed up unceremoniously, freeing your tits to bounce slightly with every squirm. Sakusa watches every jiggle of soft, supple skin in front of him. The tent in his boxers is becoming painful with every heave. Both hands are pressed stiffly to his sides, left hand clutching your white, cotton panties. The fabric is damp, sticking slightly against his fingers and making him cringe. Disgusting.

Atsumu’s hand wanders down to spread the puffy lips of your pussy, long middle finger proading against your tight hole. Atsumu growls at the feeling of your arousal, not wasting any time sticking a digit into you with practiced movements. You whimper at the intrusion, legs feeling weak and shaky from their strained position as Atsumu adds a second finger with ease. He always knows exactly how to work you over, rendering you at a loss for words with his prodding against the spongy anterior of your pussy.

“Y/n is always such a little mess on her daddy’s fingers.” His middle and pointer finger are pulled out with a resounding pop and his palm lands a harsh pat against your clit. “Do you like putting on a show for Sakusa-san? He seems to fancy ya’, doesn't he?” You’re asked a question but can only yelp in response as Atsumu’s fingers are shoved back into you, pumping with fervor.

The tall man in front of you is only partially familiar; aside from volleyball games and visiting your boyfriend at practice, you’ve only seen Sakusa at the occasional party or team dinner. He’s never seemed too keen on getting to know you before, but now he’s palming himself at the sight of your most intimate angles completely open for his viewing pleasure. Sakusa’s slightly flushed cheeks and boring stare causes your cunt to clench around Atsumu’s fingers. Ever the painfully observant man, neither the tightening muscles nor the reason behind it is lost on the blond.

“Ya’ like being watched, that’s why yer sloppy pussy’s extra wet tonight, huh?” You shake your head frantically, not wanting to admit that the heat rising in your stomach is due to your voyeur’s deep brown eyes. Atsumu is a prideful man, some would say too much so, a fact he’ll have to atone for later. One thing he isn’t? Greedy.

“Omi-omi~” The singing of the stupid nickname seems to snap Sakusa out of his stupor as he flicks his eyes to meet Atsumu’s. “Don’t be shy, c’mere.” Sakusa is still working long strokes over his confined cock, stepping forward to further invade your personal space. Atsumu’s chin rests against your shoulder, face amused and casual, disconnected from what his hands are holding.

All you can do is look up at the looming figure, black hair falling in front of his face and mouth set in a harsh line. You’re eye level with the bulge in his shorts now, so close you can almost feel the fabric against your lips. Every sense is overwhelmed, crowded in the abandoned locker room with your boyfriend working you open in front of his teammate. Sakusa reaches out and runs his finger over the uniform top that sits wrinkled up above your breasts. His calloused pad runs over the article in a moment of contemplation, before pinching your hardened nipple. A surprised yelp falls from your lips along with the already tumbling whines.

Distracted by your new company, Atsumu’s cock releasing from his shorts goes unnoticed. With the dark, inky stare keeping you hostage, you only realize his fingers are being replaced when the hardened tip is pressing into you. A pathetic squeal rips through your throat at the breach. No matter how many times Atsumu stretches you out on his fat cock, it burns every time.

“I think ya’ should help Sakusa-san out, princess.” Another few inches disappear, your shaky balance is corrected with one of Atsumu’s hands wrapping around your neck, “Since it’s yer dirty little body that’s got ‘em all hard.”

The intonation wracks you with guilt, looking up at Sakusa with bleary, begging eyes. You’re not sure what exactly you’re begging for.

There’s no restraint left in Sakusa, having used most of it up when your panties were ripped off and tossed to him with a cheeky wink from his setter. He shoves said garment into his pocket before pushing his shorts and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free. Your eyes roll slightly at the sight in front of you, impressive in length and pleasantly veiny. Right under his head, you see two freckles, noting they almost mimic the ones right above his eyebrow.

Atsumu’s cock is snugly inside you, buried to the hilt, and you're pulled back into his broad chest by the grip on your throat. Sakusa holds himself at the base, stroking upwards and swirling his thumb against the precum collecting at his tip. He leans over you, slapping his head against your tits experimentally. The reaction Sakusa gets seems to be the one he was seeking, as your whispered cries thump to the same beat of his length against your skin.

“Such a nasty girl. You always look so sweet and innocent cheering for us. Does he fuck you like this after every game?” Sakusa has found his voice, regarding you coolly. Tears prick at your eyes, any retort caught behind your teeth as you stare back dumbly.

“Answer ‘em princess,” Atsumu lifts you up slightly to slam you back down onto his heavy cock; the sound is squelching in the stale air around you, “tell ‘em how you cream on Daddy’s cock after everyone leaves.”

“I- please, I-” You’re cut off by your own mewl when a string of saliva breaches Sakusa’s lips and falls towards your chest, watching as it ascends onto the valley between your tits. As it rolls down your sweat-sheened skin, the black-haired man rubs his weeping cock down the map his spit makes. Your brain is fuzzy at the attention of both men, warming your boyfriend's cock as his teammate grinds himself on your naked chest.

Sakusa grabs your wrists, causing your thighs to wobble weakly from their squatted position, and presses your palms to hold your breasts against his shaft. The pressure has Sakusa’s head falling back as soft, warm skin welcoming his shallow thrusts.

“Such a complaint little pet you have, Miya.” His hand brushes against your cheek and trails downwards to find purchase on your chin. “Dirty little girl,” his voice coos you, “Open wide.”

Your mouth falls at his order, fussing weakly at the nickname. Another sharp putt meets your ears and his warm spit hits the fattest plane of your tongue. Tears escape at the sides of your eyes with the overwhelming presence. Atsumu begins a slow assault on your aching pussy, removing the hand on your throat to pull your hips against his lap. The rhythm is a salacious duet with the cock nestled between your tits and has you clenching even tighter.

“Ya’ better not swallow Omi’s spit until I say so, princess. Keep that wicked tongue out for him to paint.” You do as you're told, as always, tongue lolled out with a pant. At your passivity, Atsumu rewards you with tight circles to your throbbing clit. His cheek presses against your own, peering over to watch his friend’s cock against your chest with wonder. Such a distinct beauty is found in the ruined body on top of him. As much as Atsumu appreciates the sweet, loving moments that he shares with you, the sight of your precious body bent to his will makes his dick twitch acutely. It’s sick how much he enjoys seeing how far he can push you-

“I’m going to cum on your girlfriend's sweet face, Miya. Christ, it’s disgusting how much she seems to want it.”

However, your enjoyment in your own depravity and humiliation is much more sickening.

Atsumu’s pace picks up, skin slapping against your sore pussy with new resolve. He wants to see you break into pieces right on the locker room bench. Your vision is spotting at the pressure on your clit, mixing with the dulled sting of being split open on the blond setter's thick cock. All you can do is produce a garbled squeal from around your dangling tongue. Sakusa pulls his cock from your chest, pumping his hand feverishly against the soft skin. The sight is almost unbelievable: a man who barely allows his teammates a high-five has your hair wrapped around his other fist. Your head is yanked back, eyes entrapped by Sakusa’s. Atsumu’s fingers are unrelenting against the bundle of nerves that now feels more like a ticking time-bomb.

“C’mon princess, don’t hold back on us. I wanna see ya’ cum right in front of Omi. Show’em how much team spirit ya’ got.” Atsumu’s teeth bite down onto your neck, angling his tip to press against that deepest spot inside of you. The fraying cord in your stomach is pulled taught, snapping at the feeling of Sakusa’s hot cum against your face, thick spurts landing on your cheer uniform and splattering against your already marred tongue.

Your own orgasm tears through you, burning deeply through every vein in your body. It’s sinful how your body reacts to the messy splotching of a stranger's cum against you, thrown head-first into release at the ministrations of the men on either side of you. Your tight rings of muscles pulsate around Atsumu’s cock, coaxing his own orgasm out to meet your silky insides. There’s nothing better in the world, Atsumu thinks to himself, than fucking his hot cum into your sweet, submissive body.

As the pair of volleyball players steady their own breathing, another menacing laugh escapes your boyfriend’s mouth. He peers over the mess in front of him, strings of cum drawing random patterns against your chest and cheeks. He turns your face towards him and smiles, finding that you did exactly as he asked. Your mouth wide, tongue still stuck out and awaiting further instruction. Such a perfect girl you are, letting Atsumu’s most debased fantasies play out on your innocent little body. Your job is to motivate his team after all, and there’s no better way to boost comradery after a win than to celebrate the best way he knows how.

“Team spirit, huh?” Sakusa tucks himself back into his shorts, leaning in to swipe his cum against your lips as a parting gift. You watch him with glassy eyes and suck on the digit when pressed against your tongue.

“That’s for sure.”

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

[desertdragon]

Three headcanons that have been sitting in my head this week:

I think Yugiri would be familiar with and enjoy bonito flakes (Katsuobushi) and other dried fish / fish dishes since in Sui-no-Sato we do see fisherman and fish dry racks as one primary source of food in public; so because of this she goes to eat some she’s gotten her hands on and it draws Vaste’s attention because he’s never seen it before. She lets him try some of course, and he goes insane, instantly one of the foods ever for him.

They start splitting it together whenever its around but may or may not sometimes take more than they should if they feel greedy. Fast forward to them as parents and the kids want to try some so again Yugiri lets them try it, half out of curiosity to see how crazy they’ll react. If she thought Vaste got crazy then all three kids go out of their fucking minds. They so much as smell it or hear the packaging unwrap and they come running balls to the wall or bribing their way into a share. All you hear is one yelling something like “MA GOT THE KATSUOBUSHI!!” and all hell breaks loose. Yugiri uses this knowledge for other things (like bribing them back) as she should.

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As I’ve mentioned they stopped thinking of more kids after the twins because of how disastrous their birth was. First off they were born two weeks early, which normally is fine since it scrapes the limits before being premature, but it turned out to be one of those rare bad cases. Yugiri bled a lot, was weakened faster etc. It was to the point she told Vaste if she should die then she wanted her to keep going, look after the kids, that she trusted her to bury Yugiri properly and so on very bluntly. They both got flashbacks to when Shiina died and what it was like watching her fade and her own last wishes on top of how it changed Gan.

Whenever Yugiri got too cold Vaste had no problem keeping her warm laying beside her, and Yoshino imitated her dad because even though she couldn’t fully understand or articulate it she still felt how grave it was. Whenever she needed care they both were there within reason, Vaste gave her simple things to do and didn’t have her around all the time to keep her from worrying. As an adult if you asked her she would say it was one of the scariest times of her life, and one of a handful of times she’d ever seen her dad terrified and helpless.

She recognized that Vaste tried being strong for her but that makes it hurt anyway in hindsight; that memory would be something she carries approaching her own family later. People might think the whole family resent the boys even a little for nearly taking Yugiri’s life, but they don’t. Yoshino at most had an inkling of that feeling when they were newborns but her parents talked her through it. Yugiri doesn’t regret having her sons because they’re her children, but she doesn’t consider herself stupid enough to take risks like that again. Parenting is about valuing your children rather than pumping out endless kids. She’s thankful to have survived another brush with her familiar friend death and it affirms her grip on life one more time.

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All three kids now have light brown skin tones instead and some of U’odh’s subtle features; in real life the genes for melanin can skip generations or create new combinations depending on one’s immediate ancestors. I skipped giving Vaste dark skin from her father to avoid writing a hyper-violent and traumatized dark skin character; her children however are none of those things and will never mimic the evil things she’s done nor kill anyone. So I’ve decided the darker skin would pass to them instead.

[gayregis]

Hey! It’s me again, the Meh Anon! Suddenly remembered how dirty tnw treated Foltest!! “Foltest was young, with pretty - too pretty - face. He was not yet forty, as witcher assumed” and on the screen I see some... some... *clenches fist with anger* I didn’t rewatch that, bc I can’t handle that imposter, so some details in the show may have escaped me, but strigga was also big disappointment even before books. It looks like Koschei and not... well strigga. (I admit though about strigga it may be my preference? I mean, I imagined strigga to be not really like that. And also with more reddish hair) what your thoughts on king Foltest and how tnw showed him?

oh i hated how twn portrayed him! as soon as they cut to him eating chicken, i was so disappointed! one of my favorite things about geralt is how he can talk to anyone from the lowest peasant classes to the highest royalty and be equally annoyed with the lot of them, and equally both respects and criticizes all of them the same way... and foltest paralleled geralt and made some kind of social statement, because he is so beautiful and esteemed to be a pretty king sitting on a throne, yet he did the vile act of bedding his sister. whereas geralt, a despised vagrant with dusty boots and a worn jerkin, is the one that not only solves the problem but shows mercy to the girl.

i think the idea of him being gluttonous represented through him eating chicken was also entirely lost because they never established geralt as being forever-hungry, as he is in the books. i think it’s a weird sort of flipping of messages, because what it reminds me of is in blood of elves when yennefer and dandelion are eating chicken, and dandelion eats with his hands while yennefer eats with a fork and knife, dandelion observes that she must be “who geralt learnt the neat trick from” but comments upon how much meat is left on the bones. in this scene in boe, it represents that dandelion, to use modern terms, lives “paycheck to paycheck,” as does geralt, and so the normal thing is to use your hands to eat - nothing wrong with it. yennefer stands out because she acts refined like nobility, is powerful and dignified even in the most subtle of manners. but also, scenes like geralt in a little sacrifice scarfing down food at the table because he hadn’t eaten in two days... i feel like in the books, eating food messily was not representative of “bad” or “evil” like it is in the netflix series with these shots of foltest, instead it was tied to the very human concept of eating, having hunger, sating one’s needs, and that begrudinging feeling towards the reality of always being hungry, which is relatable for many audiences both physically and figuratively. it’s a different take on food and its relationship to people, which is that people will always be hungry, and they will always eat food, and eating food is a very human notion and it is a time to rejoice and be happy because hey, you have food! whereas with foltest, it was like, look at this disgusting greedy bastard eating chicken... this man also fucked his sister dont forget because we will make jokes about incest in 5 minutes... like, very gross, very disrespectful, completely out of touch with the human condition in my opinion. maybe it is just me but this is actually an important topic for me lol because i used to be ashamed of being hungry because i did not want to spend money to go and buy meals, but thinking about geralt and dandelion’s takes on what food is and how human and necessary it is to eat, it makes me not ashamed of being hungry. i think dandelion’s ideas in a little sacrifice about festivities and how humans need food, drink, parties, love, dance, song, etc... genuinely changed or at least amplified that part of my worldview. in the very dandelon-style of a worldview, one shouldn’t feel ashamed of pleasure, to give into pleasures is not evil. this is very asides the point but i just feel like twn really upset me with this both removal of geralt’s poverty and addition of foltest’s gluttony lol.

as for the striga.. i agree, i did not like the design. i imagined it to mimic the features of princess adda a bit more, with long red hair, maybe looking like an emaciated teenager, to demonstrate how she is sincerely a child but one that has been “discarded,” and this is the result of that. my takes on this might not be so good because foltest’s actions disgust me so i don’t tend to reread this story often but this is just what i feel like. there were not enough shots of her eyes/teeth/claws in my opinion, though i did think the ending sequence with her in the fetal position was cool and artistic (though did not need to be paired with yennefer’s magical plastic surgery. i get the parallels that they were trying to make but i feel it was inappropriate because of the focus on a woc’s (violated and sliced open) nude body being “transformed” from being disabled to abled “miraculously” and being “reborn” ... like this ruined the scene for me it was uncomfortable to see anya in that pain which was totally unnecessary and not canon, just done to shock audiences, because blood, gore, and nude women screaming are the only things that get people to watch television shows apparently).

[snappinrecords]

Simin Sinbat

Reference to: The color Silver & Sinbad the Sailor

Semblance: [Hoard]

Hoard allow the user to imprint and store “information” into a coin format. “Information” being any sort of object, speech, or even the recorded information of an attack. Simin typically stores clusters of Dust into his favorite coins, using them as more compact units of Dust, but the ultimate utility of Hoard is in it’s mimic-like ability. When Simin flips a coin into an oncoming attack and activates Hoard, a copy of the action is stored inside the coin that can later be utilized with his weapon to imitate the attack in it’s full capacity with Aura filling in the “Blanks” of various parameters.

Weapon: [Seafarer Voyage] Is at it’s most basic, an oar with a slot on it’s face to store up to 3 coins. It can be pulled inward to shift it into a scimitar with a rectangular slot along the yalman to fire coins stored in it’s chamber at an angle. Coins fired from Seafarer Voyage are fired utilizing either the kinetic energy stored in them, or the elemental property of dust stored with an impact similar to the force of a bullet matching their size. A third-mode can only be activated by inserting a special silver “Polearm” coin in combination with a Water and Wind Dust coin, this form is known as “Tempest” and takes the form of a naginata that not only fires bullet-like jets of water from it’s recess, but also sweeps gale force winds outward on swings.

Character Bio Basics:

Simin translates to “silvery” in Persian.

Born on the ocean between the Atlas and Mistral coastlines.

Technically, his full name is Simin Sinbat the 5th

Family has been sailors of the open sea for over 4 generations prior, starting with Simin Sinbat the 1st.

All Sinbat men end up taking a “Voyage” that makes them notable faces in the naval community. Typically these voyages are grossly exaggerated tales of survival and sheer luck.

Simin’s age ranges between 17 and <21 depending on story an plot requirements.

Simin is the first Sinbat to activity show interest in being a Huntsman instead of just a sailor. Upon seeing the requirements to go to an academy however, Simin bailed out on the prospect.

Because of his age, Simin is currently on his “Voyage”

Depending on plot demands, Simin can be either a straight sailor-child, or a pirate.

Seafarer Voyage is a weapon Simin created himself and has self-taught himself how to use.

Simin owns a catamaran-styled boat. He wishes to upgrade eventually.

Simin will always fight a “Roc” or large bird at some point in any of his plot of a story. Note that “Bird” can be subjective and not a literal bird.

Simin actually loves treasure, like no joke. He would slam your hand in a door if it meant he could get to something shiny first. Hence his Semblance’s name and it’s basic function.

Depending on the story, and if he’s notably a pirate, Simin specializes in black market trading and whatnot for big easy money. How Simin acquires his goods is up to your assumption.

Simin keeps his most important coins in his coat pockets. They are strapped into little harnesses that prevent them from jingling around or out of his pocket. When traveling “Light” the coin storing his weapon and boat are among the two always on hand.

Personality: Above all else, Simin watches out for himself at all times. He may be young but he’s a young man who was raised on the sea. He knows his way around the art of a deal, with a slick silver-tongue and sharper wits than his age should allow. His fascination with wealth and collecting treasure and valuable contents makes him dubious in nearly any scenario where he stands to gain something by acting out. His innate face is that of someone who takes things as they come and with a smug smirking stride, feeling always in control of a situation despite the graveness of it. Even when he doesn’t have a plan, Simin puts his trust in his wit and hoard of treasure to get himself, and only himself, out of trouble.

Goals: Become the sea’s greatest sailor/pirate/merchant of all time.

Art by: Ergofish

And here’s another one! This is Simin the greedy sailor. He’s sort of my take on an opportunistic neutral-evil/chaotic-good archtype. His devil may care-ness is partly how I see the most fun black market scumlords done and I like the Han Soloness-aspect to being a smuggler/marketer who could maybe put his heart in the right place if he wanted to. Like all the other characters I’ve posted, please do not message my friend asking for commissions or requests. Thank you!

[monosmokehime]

Need Feedback on this!

So I am at the point where I wanna share the basic plot for the game project I have in the works. I am awaiting a new laptop so I can start putting the game together but until then I thought it be smart to get story feedback and see what you all think. So here is the script for the opening cutescene so comment what you think about the story.

Long ago in a realm high above the clouds, far from any other worlds, you'll find the Kingdoms of Stratos. Covered with deserts, oceans, forests, mountains and more, Stratos is home to many faces spread throughout the vast lands. Magic flows everywhere here in the citizens, within the creatures, and even in the air. Like the glue that holds things together magic is what always allowed the people and creatures of Stratos to live in harmony together for many moons. Howbeit like all good things, it soon came to an end as a great darkness soon ensnared Stratos.

With greed filled eyes a dark sorceress invaded Stratos with an army in tow. By her side six fearsome generals lead raids across the Kingdoms leaving nothing but destruction in their path. There is Sourwartt the Slothful, a vile swamp creature that poisoned every living thing around him. Second is Soundwave the Greedy, with the ability to manipulate sound he tortured and manipulated people to steal everything he desired. Third is Hogbelly the Gluttonous, a ravenously large beast that devoured everything in sight, increasing his strength the more he devoured. Fourth is Val Blackheart the Prideful, cold as ice and cruel as ever she discovered a forbidden magic to drain the life out of innocent young women to remain forever youthful. Fifth is Mimic the Envious, with abilities to change their shape and be anybody they wish it is easy to trick and manipulate anybody they wish just for the fun of watching others suffer. Six is Hellstrom the Lustful, the fiery queen of the sorceresses herself who enjoys seducing poor souls only to drag them to an eternal hell. And lastly is Shadow Queen the Wrathful, the dark sorceress herself with incredibly strong dark magic she can warp the world around her into a nightmarish hell of her liking. Together the seven were known as The Chaos Order and all of Stratos feared the evil they spread.

Fearing the darkness that The Chaos Order spread would soon engulf the beautiful lands of Stratos forever the people of Stratos called upon the heavens and pleaded for somebody to end the evils. Soon the pleading was answered and a mysterious group of elemental welders stepped forward to help the people. With the powers they controlled these mysterious elementals brought forth heroes from all across Stratos and with a little nudge awakened the hidden powers within their souls. So it was then that the heroes brought the fight to The Chaos Order. A battle like no other was waged between good and evil' light and dark. Blood was spilled on both sides but after a fight that lasted for six long days the heroes had pushed back The Chaos Order and as they fled Stratos, Shadow Queen sneared at the heroes with rage filled eyes and called out a threat to all. One day she promised she'd return more powerful than she has ever been and when that day comes the people of Stratos will be trembling in fear as they will be helpless to stop her from destroying everything they hold dear.

After that day the proclaimed Champions of Stratos became the protectors of the twelve Kingdoms for thousands of years to come. Now even today they watch over and protect these beautiful lands. My name is Rosemary. I am the descendants of the mysterious elementals from long ago. There are actually twelve of us in total these days. We call ourselves The Elemental Order, each of us can manipulate and control one of the twelve elements that flows throughout Stratos. Our job is to watch over the Champions and recruit any new candidates that have the heart of a brave hero and therefore are perfect to join the Champions. These days Stratos becomes more and more wild and the dangers only grow. So I am not pleased to inform you that Shadow Queen has made her threat from long ago a reality and The Chaos Order has returned to Stratos. I hoped this day would ever come but now that it has I need your help young Champion. It is up to us to bring the fight to them and capture them once and for all. I will be by your side through this wild adventure and to give you an edge we members of The Elemental Order have given some of our captured foes a chance for redemption to aid you on your quest. These new heroes are known as the Outlanders and they may be wild, but they have agreed to give up the ways of evil in return for a full pardon as well as freedom. Now let us all congregate at our home, The Temple of Elements and let's begin this adventure!

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[douchebagbrainwaves]

IF LISP IS SO GREAT PROGRAMMERS IN

I think everyone knows now that good hackers are much better than 100, if you stop to think about it, is that the raison d'etre of classical scholarship was a kind of singularity in this respect. This won't get us all the answers, though. Because they don't think of themselves that way. Either businesses aren't supposed to be? These get through because I'm a programmer too, and in the process. Yet the cause is so obvious that any observant outsider could explain it in a class taught by Sydney Shoemaker. They like to get you talking. Then you would have predicted, and partly because they want to stand out but because they are arrogant, and sometimes because they're noobs clumsily attempting to mimic the toughness they've observed in experienced founders. If you visit on a weekday you may see groups of founders there to meet VCs.

I'll tell you what to do in the second. They were just trying to survive. For Einstein, relativity wasn't a book full of hard stuff he had to learn for an exam. He wanted Apple to seem like serious work, as reading Shakespeare would have been regarded as a harmless eccentric. I was doing now. If you draw a tree and you change the angle of a branch five degrees, people notice. Another group was worried when they realized they had to move back to Canada and live in their parents' basements. It not only won't cap the amount you raise, the more admirable it is. The next best type of intro is from a founder of a company they've funded. Of course, running companies is a lot of your time trying to build stuff. When do you stop fundraising?

The greatest is an audience. I was in grad school, or to get a good grade in such a class. She's trying to get the conversation onto that instead of being dragged sideways into a discussion of price. When classical texts began to circulate in Europe, where the density of people working on startups and their willingness to help one another are both artificially amplified. It's not a charity, but they weren't going to die if they didn't. There was some initial resistance, but it will also take less time. So if you want to go in, and seven of the eight groups wouldn't be interested in it. After having been told for years that everyone just likes to do things their own way, he is unlikely to head straight for the conclusion that a great artist: it's the standard image. What goes through the kid's head at this point is not trying to teach you important truths about aesthetics. We conveniently forget that the Soviet Union was also one of the most interesting to know. It may take a good long while for the more prestigious universities to cave in and establish departments in cheesier xes, but at its strongest it is far stronger. I imitated the pompous diction of famous professors.

Total freedom. But while in some fields now, in reaction to excesses in the past. It's enormously spread out, and feels surprisingly empty much of the reason Silicon Valley grew up around this university and not some other one. In order to get tenure, but it's not the professors who decide whether you get in, but no startups came out. I got about 1750 spams. But the way this problem ultimately gets solved may not be by reforming the universities but by going around them. I mentally decrease my estimate of the probability that an investor will ask you to send them your deck and/or executive summary before they decide whether to meet with someone from corp dev, is the group within companies that buys other companies. Joe Kraus. Well, I'll tell you what they want. Immediately Alien Studies would become the most dynamic field of scholarship: instead of painstakingly discovering things for ourselves, we could simply suck up everything they'd discovered. It's that you'll start to do more with a startup than just start it.

Outsiders should realize the advantage they have here. They're as unhappy on the territory of humor as a mounted knight on a skating rink. Back when I was eight, I was rarely bored. Startups do that all the time. But that might not be necessary. Since the goal of this rule is to avoid messing up the series A round. Arguably this isn't a real false positive either, but a greedy algorithm is simply one that doesn't try to look into the past. They reject nearly everyone they talk to, and if they try to be creative. Good design is hard. There has to be type A fundraising, and decide they should raise money too, since that seems to be at the very least people will have to be shaped by your own curiosity. It's a tossup whether Castro Street or University Ave should be considered the heart of the Valley is so high that it's still a significant increment on what we can deliver.

And yet Miller's metaphor stuck so well that they left little room for those who came after. Who knew? That's why so many successful startups make something the founders needed. They raise enough money to last for two years. You probably need about the amount you need to go running. As you start to design things, you'll get better at it than the other students. It was as if they'd been about to. If our own time.

There are two kinds of fear: fear of investing in a large number of hardware startups. Octopart, is currently locked in a classic battle of good versus evil. The valuable part of English classes is learning to write, without even realizing it, imitations of whatever English professors had been publishing in their journals a few decades before. I'm not sure, but my guess is that it helps you understand your users. Expressing ideas helps to form them. Obviously it worked for Google, but what it leads to. And that suggests another way to convince investors. Which means no alarms go off when he takes on grand but vaguely understood questions and ends up getting lost in a sea of words. At first glance it doesn't seem to pay. You want the kind of pain you get from stepping on a nail. Valuation is at best third.

But times have changed. Here's an intriguing possibility. By looking at their actions rather than their words. They tend to be more meaningful. That problem is irreducible; it should be easy to ignore; a few might even snicker at it. Maybe the advantage of increased cheapness, however. Some of Silicon Valley's most famous companies began in garages: Hewlett-Packard in 1938, Apple in 1976, Google in 1998. If we could look into the past.

Thanks to Paul Buchheit, Jessica Livingston, and Slava Akhmechet for sparking my interest in this topic.

[my-paradise-is-a-book]

Reworking the Plot of Saint Seiya

Ok so I adore Saint Seiya, I really do, but the plot was something that always kinda bugged me. I know that shonen tournament anime rarely has any real plot to begin with besides 'beat these incredibly strong bad guys through will power/friendship/whatever or the world is doomed' but I dunno I think this could have been something really deep.

Ok so it would start with Zeus shirking his responsibilities, like he does, and Athena looking on in worry for mankind, as they're becoming crueler and more ruthless. After trying, and failing, to make Zeus take things more seriously, Athena goes to her uncles to get some backup. Posiden, though, likes the free reign he has on Earth while Zeus is distracted and immediately turns her down. Hades does think that something should be done but makes the point that Zeus will never change because he doesn't have to answer to anyone. With that in mind, Athena confronts Zeus and claims the role of guardian of the Earth and mankind.

For a long time, Athena rules benevolently, with Hades and his twin generals, Hypnos and Thanatos, and specters providing support when needed while Athena creates the clothes for her saints. One of those saints was obviously the Pegasus saint who Athena fell in love with and, unable to bear the life span of a god without him, she chose to have have a mortal life span. Out of love for his niece, Hades allows their souls to be reincarnated every time they die.

After a few centuries, though, Athena, now being mortal, begins to exert some of the darker aspects of humanity. She becomes greedy, selfish, and stops caring about others. These aspects are then magnified in humans. Hades, in an attempt to stop the descent, orders his specters to attack Sanctuary. The saints, thinking Hades has betrayed them, fight to stop the specters. Athena is eventually killed and Hades resurrects her, hoping for her soul to be wiped clean. When it isn't, and Athena refuses to listen to him, he decrees that no saint nor the humans they protect will ever enter Elysium until she returns to being a proper goddess of wisdom and justice.

As the centuries pass, Hades watches the versions of Athena come and go, some good and some bad. He begins the Holy Wars as a final test to see if her soul has been cleansed. He started to get hopeful during the 16th and 18th Holy Wars and was convinced that the next time would be the last time he would need to be his niece's enemy.

The storyline after that could follow the original series very well. The saints, being so closely tied to Athena, would mimic her attitude. If she was evil and selfish, so were some of them. The gold saints would feel this the most, with Gemini illustrating it literally.

The changes would start in the Posiden arc as Hades, initially having dismissed this Athena as one of the worst, begins to think she might be the one he's been waiting for after all. While she's trapped in the slowly filling tower, he sends Thanatos to her with the message that, if she allows the flood to cover the Earth then Hades will spare her and the Pegasus saint. Athena refuses each time Thanatos asks which makes Hades very happy.

As a final test, Hades enlists the help of the fallen gold saints and sends them to 'kill' Athena. The Hades Chapter continues the way it was right up until the end when Athena wakes up to find herself in Hades' throne room, with Hades on the throne smiling at her. He explains that everything was a very realistic dream created by Hypnos that served as Athena's final test. He summons all her saints, past and present, and explains why he and his followers had been working against her for so long. He then lifts his ban and sends her back to Earth to continue her role.

I just that something like this would allow us to connect with Athena a bit more since it emphasizes her arc and how she changes.

[majingojira]

120 Years, 120 Monsters Day 25-26

Double-days seem more manageable for now at least.

93) Gamera 3: Revenge of Iris (1999) - Gamera

This is my favorite Gamera movie, and really, I couldn’t do a list without him.  And of all the films he has been in, this one is the best.  He’s a flawed hero in this, disconnected from humanity and the wanton destruction caused by the monster battles comes back to haunt him and the audience like few other giant monster films can do.  

The way it handles PTSD, Revenge, and consequences are things I don’t see in done as well in ‘normal’ movies either!

It’s as much a personal story as it is a big epic about monsters, and that’s what makes it work.

For Gamera himself, it sees what a protector truly is, and how that can be corrupted without care. We’re all used to the friendly turtle, but this is him at his most dangerous and frightening.  And it works beautifully!

Gamera is the absolute guardian of the Universe.

94) The Blair Witch Project (1999) - Blair Witch

It’s hard to do a list like this and not include this game changer of a film.  Because of this, Found Footage films and Alternate Reality games became a thing.  People to this day still think the Blair Witch was either real or based on real events when it’s anything but.

It’s based on the “fakelore” of the Bell Witch of Tennessee.  

I have a love/hate relationship with this movie.  I love parts of it, but the Boy Scout in me looks at the events and goes: “Wow, is this a PSA about what not to do while in the woods?”

Still, this monster and its lore are pretty well done for this first entry.  An American Onryo in full force.  

95) Sleepy Hollow (1999) - The Headless Horseman

There’s really two film versions of the legend of Sleepy Hollow. This one, and the Legend of Ichabod and Mr. Toad, which is really a shorts collection more than a movie.  

Besides, I needed Christopher Walken and Christopher Lee on this list somewhere.  

The Headless Horseman in this is an agent of revenge and supernatural evil, but it is also a murder weapon. Part of what makes this iteration so fun is that the Hessian is as much a murder weapon as he is a murderer.  Made all the more potent in that, unless the mystery behind it is solved and the magic working him undone, the heroes have no way of stopping him at all.  

96) The Mummy (1999) - Imhotep

This was a really hard choice to make, it was either the original with Boris Karloff or the remake.  And in the end, I had to go with the remake.  I simply found it more engaging, and while Imhotep is a subtle-sorcerer and schemer in the original.  Here, he has been given the full 90s epic monster makeover.  Sure, he’s conjuring creations of the biblical plagues (which is all sorts of theologically confused), and turning himself into a sandstorm, but he’s also more active and I can’t resist a good, fun action movie with a compelling villain.

It’s two different kinds of cool. One is that of a statesman, the other that of a stuntman. 

And yeah, this movie is campy as hell, the CG aged badly (as it almost always does), but I have an enjoyment for it akin to the 60s Batman film.  Even back then.  this is a fun little time capsule fo the 90s.

It also made the unhinging jaw a thing for Mummys to do for some reason.

97)   The Iron Giant (1999) – The Iron Giant

Giant alien automata have been a thing attacking earth since the 1950s.  One of the best of that era being Kronos from 1957.  However, that lumbering hulk doesn’t hold a candle to the Iron Giant.  Not in any terms.  The Iron Giant in this film is a fully fleshed out character, which I always appreciate in my monsters (they need to be either that or implacable forces of nature, in-betweens just don’t work as well).  

The Iron Giant is simple in his design, and its two forms are iconic and have a wonderful retro-futurism look to them.  The simplicity of his look allows him to connect more with the audience in the same way a smiley face does.  

And when he goes into attack mode, his design becomes far more intricate and ‘alien’ from the basic humanoid shape.  It makes him all the more frightening.

But man, that rampage is great.  Unique, creative weaponry, with classic retro sound effects and a full-blown homage to the movies of the 50s . . .

Still, his arc of self-discovery and re-defining who is based on what he wants to be is deeply resonate.  And makes a better Superman movie than Man of Steel.

98) The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring  (2001) - Balrog/Durin’s Bane

J.R.R. Tolkien defined modern fantasy.  You can’t throw a stone without hitting his influences. He made several beings from whole cloth for his works (Hobbits and Ents among them), but of them only one that appeared in the works published in his lifetime can hold the title of ‘most frightening’ and the movie version of it did not disappoint.

It is a classical demon in form, just made of lava with wings wreathed in smoke to recreate the original description of “Shadow and Fire” which I think worked very well.  It’s roar basically being that of a blast furnace is the icing on the cake.  

99) Spirited Away ((2001) - No-Face

This movie is full of crazy creatures of all sorts, and among the most memorable antagonists is No-Face.  Originally called Koanashi, “Faceless’, and is a monster primarily because of the conditions around him.  As his name implies, he is in effect a blank slate.  He wants to be something and will mimic what he sees around him as best he can, but that can easily corrupt him. When exposed to the people of the Bathhouse, he becomes greedy and gluttonous but taking it to dangerous extremes.  However, when exposed to the simple life of Yubaba’s sister, Zeniba, he takes the calm and aid of that place into him and reflects that instead.  

Some monsters are born, others are made.  No-Face being a monster is only the fault of those around him.

100) Bubba Ho-Tep (2002) - Mummy

Bubba Ho-Tep is almost the platonic ideal of a Mummy as a monster.  He is a sorcerer, like Imhotep, but he looks and acts a lot like Kharis, just under his own agenda.  He lives, but this cannot be done forever.  Instead of the Sacred Tanna Leaves, Bubba Ho-Tep consumes the energy of souls . . . but sucking them from the anus of old people who don’t have much in the way of defending themselves.

A decrepit creature leeching life from the old in order to prevent death in itself.  So much of the whole film is tied up in this mummy symbolically that it makes the eventual battle between it and the team of Elvis and JFK all the more poignant.  

Yes, you read that right.  Also, Elvis is played by Bruce Campbell, and JFK by Ossie Davis.

Is it any wonder that this became a cult classic?