#Lemme know what you think

[zimt-deathnote]

SO UHHHH YEAH THAT HAPPENED 👀👀👀

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[kvothes]

✨CHAPTER THIRTEEN✨

“It seems that I’ll never stop fighting to return to your side,” Cas says, almost apologetically.

the final chapter of my deancas fix-it fic. we’ve broken 60k words and it’s time to fucking party. happy angel of thursday thursday, and do enjoy, and ily all!

[lalasmochitito]

there's something about the tlt tarot card illustrations that give me life so i decided to make my own!

thank jod for csp that made my life easier :p

made two versions 'cause both looked great lol

resources i used:

tarot card template: https://assets.clip-studio.com/en-us/detail?id=2026818

halo brush: https://assets.clip-studio.com/en-us/detail?id=1764690

spine bone: https://assets.clip-studio.com/en-us/detail?id=1782893

skull brush: https://assets.clip-studio.com/en-us/detail?id=1996305

[xluciferseyeshadowx]

Vaggie, look at this place! So clean, isn’t that amazing?!

[haveihitanerve]

Hair

Talia Al Ghul had let him braid her hair sometimes. Whether it was for a special event or for a holiday or just when they had time to spend together, without the threat of being overheard or interrupted.(Not that the interrupter would get away with it.) But for an hour, or however long they were granted, at least once a month. Damian Wayne didn’t have to be Ra's Al Ghul heir. He could just be Damian. Braiding his mothers hair. But mother was not around anymore. And Damian had no plans of ever being around her again. Even though he had enjoyed those days. She had been kinder then. Softer. More like a mother. But Selina had shown him what a real mother was like. And Talia had not been that. But he missed braiding hair. So his feet led him to her door. 

Selina opened it on the second knock and smiled when she saw it was him. Talia had never smiled just by seeing him. He had to have done something good, something to make her proud to get her to smile at him. But Selina smiled. At him. Because he was there. “Hello kitten.” She crouched to be at his level. Another thing no one had ever done in the League. They found arrogance in their height over him. But Selina, and Bruce, and his siblings all knelt to be eye level with him. “Hello Selina.” He said back. “What do you need?” She asked, still smiling softly. What do you need? Not, what do you want? Not, not now Damian. No. What do you need so I can help you? Damian smiled and Selina lit up. “I would like to braid your hair.” He said softly. Selina stood, nodding. “You came on the perfect day.” She headed back into her room, beckoning him. Damian followed her into the very back of her room, where she pushed a panel in the wall to reveal a second room. Damian blinked. The room was painted a soft black, stars and bats and cats stenciled every so often. It had a few dark red couches and beanbags, along with a black cupboard. But the most shocking thing of all was Cass, Steph, and Babs were all seated on the couches, talking and laughing. They stopped when they spotted him, but still smiled warmly. “Hey baby bird!” Steph called, scooting to one side of her seat. “Come join me!” “No me!” Babs called, shifting as well. Cass signed a few words and Damian smiled, heading over to sit with his sister. Steph and Babs pulled a face and Cass grinned in triumph, pulling Damian onto her lap. “Hello Batladies!!” Selina grinned. “Welcome to our own personal spa room. I already did this spiel but since we have a new member, Damian Wayne, I thought I should go over it again.” She winked at Damian. “This is a place where we can talk and gossip and laugh and cry. Any emotions and rants are welcome. Vent if you’d like! Sit in silence too! No judgment. Just relaxation and girl time! Plus Damian of course!” He smiled. “We should be expecting three more guests…” she trailed off as another door opened and Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy stepped into the room. 

Cass tightened her hold on Damian, just in case he wanted to attack. But he was perfectly content in her arms. “Damian, I’d like you to meet two of my best friends, Ivy and Harley.” Damian waved and Ivy and Harley gave him matching smiles. “Hey!” Steph called. “Love y’all’s hair.” The two women grinned and walked over, sitting down across from them. “Looking for ideas Steph?” Ivy mocked. Steph snorted. “Yeah right. Like I’d go fire red or crazy cotton candy.” The two women laughed and plopped down onto the sofa. “Now we just need Lois and we’ll be ready to start!” There was a knock and Lois Lane walked in. “Sorry! Am I late?” Ivy laughed. “Just on time Lane. Like always” Lois smiled. “Thanks Ivy.” She took a seat next to Babs at the girls' invitation and Selina grinned, walking over to the large cupboard. “Alright! Pick your favorite color gals and let’s start!” The cupboard was filled from bottom to top with beauty products, nail polish, hair curlers, face masks, eyelash curlers, and more. The women all jumped up, rushing to grab a color, Steph and babs climbing over the other to grab pink and Ivy and Lois arguing over the right shade of red. Selina laughed, a loud joyful thing and Damian smiled as he watched her. Cass just grinned, still sitting. Steph grabbed a hot pink and walked past, plopping a navy blue into her sister's hand. Cass smiled in thanks. Selina caught Damian’s eye and winked, beckoning him over. He slipped off Cass’s lap, walking over to her. She picked a color off the wall and knelt down, holding it out to him. “How bout it baby bird?” Damian examined the color. 

She had picked a nice bright forest green. Green was his favorite color. “It’s- a bit bright.” He said slowly. “I have an idea!” Steph was next to them, looking for a bright purple. “How about-!” She pulled a few colors off the shelf then settled on two. “Here.” She squatted next to him as well. “You can put the green down as the bottom layer, then put this black layer over top. So it looks black, but then in certain lights, it’ll shine green.” Damian considered it, then nodded. “Okay.” Steph squealed and hugged him, grabbing the colors and his hand. “Perfect!” She hurried over to her couch and threw babs feet off(causing babs to shout a string of words Bruce had pretty much banned in the house) and sat Damian down instead. “Hold out your hands.” She ordered. Damian did as she asked. “You’re gonna look so good Dami!” She said, grinning. If Damian didn’t know his sister was a wonderful person who only wanted the best for him he would’ve thought she was joking. Babs blew on her bright red nails, having lost the fight for pink, and reached for a face mask. “Wanna do a mask babe?” She asked him. “It’ll cleanse your pores. Make your skin soft and clean.” Damian nodded. “Okay.” Babs grinned and Damian allowed her to apply it to his face. “Ooh!!! No he didn’t!” Harley exclaimed. Ivy gaped at Selina. The woman nodded sagely, holding a glass of champagne. Ivy had painted her nails a dark green and was doing Harley’s in a mix of pink and blue. Selina hadn’t done anything yet, but looking at her he remembered why he was here. Steph had finished his nails, still forbidding him from looking at them, and was now gently blowing on them to dry them. 

“Wheres Jason by the way?” Babs asked Cass, putting curlers in her hair, a mask on her face. Cass shrugged, signing “he comes and goes.” “Todd does these?” Damian asked, looking between his sisters. Cass and Steph snorted. Babs grinned. “Oh yeah. All the time.” “He has some good gossip.” Harley drawled in her Boston accent. Ivy and Lois laughed. “Yes he does. It’s most interesting.” Selina laughed. Damian hadn’t seen her this relaxed in a while. “He’s off with his father right now.” She rolled her eyes. “Something secret.” Ivy wiggled her eyebrows, holding Harley’s hand. “Maybe he’s trying to be cute for you!” Lois said, laughing as Harley did her nails in a deep purple. Babs, Cass, and Steph were quiet. Selina gave them a look. “Maybe.” 

“Alright!” Steph announced. “You can look.” Damian looked down at his nails. They were painted black, but when he rotated his wrists a bit, he could see a green shine glowing underneath. Selina came over and ooohed. “Can you do that for me too, kitten?” She asked Steph. Steph lit up. “Sure!” “Can I braid your hair while she does?” Damian interjected. Selina nodded. “Of course baby.” She sat on the ground and Steph sat between her legs, taking her hands in hers. Damian sat on the couch behind her, running his hands through her thick brown hair. As he separated the strands into sections his nails glowed every so often and he smiled, looking at them. The chatter started up again, each woman talking over the other, laughing as drinks were poured easily. Cass handed him a juice box and he smiled in thanks, stopping his braiding for a second. Selina’s hair was soft, softer than Talias, and thicker too. But it was so much fun to braid. “Wowza birdie!” Steph exclaimed, looking at Selina’s head. “Holy.” Babs muttered. “Can you do my hair next bebs?” Cass asked. Damian smiled, nodding. “Sure.” And in that moment, surrounded by the women in his family, Damian felt he now understood the true meaning of family. And from then on Selina was given the title of Mother. 

(Talia became Talia)

[bilbo12]

Wukong cares about people. Macaque isn't a saint.

Alright, I've wanted to write this for a while, so here I go. English isn't my first language, so sorry for any typos.

I've been watching so many fananimations of LEGO Monkie Kid. They're all gorgeous, top of the top, excellent, chef kiss and I'm glad the fandom seems to be growing every day.

But I HATE how so many people have portrayed Wukong as an asshole who doesn't care about anyone. Love the animations, they're great but I don't think Wukong is the villain people make him out to be.

Now don't get me wrong, Wukong has made many, many, many, mistakes throughout his life. The thing is, people don't seem to realize that while he messed up, his intentions were good! "Yeah, right, then how is he such a bad mentor?" I'm gonna shut you up right there.

When MK first got the staff, he didn't know how to use it, I agree with you. But Wukong is a milennia old stone monkey who has gone through a lot on his life, getting stronger and stronger with each fight.

"Pfft, what about DBK? You can handle it! Consider it a trial"

That's what he tells MK when said boy asks him what to do with DBK, because for Wukong that fight is easy. He then reassures him that with enough confidence in himself he could take him on. He trusted MK since the first moment and even told him to consider it as a trial. He was evaluating MK during his fight to make sure he had picked the right successor.

And just in case and most probably noticing how nervous he was on his first fight, he kept an eye out on him to make sure to intervene in case MK needed help. Wukong already knew that MK was invincible before locking away some of his powers in the second episode, therefore he was confident that he would succeed. And even if he already knew he was going to defeat DBK, he still watched over him to make sure he wouldn't get hurt.

Following this battle, in the first episode "Bad Weather", MK doesn't call for Wukong's help. He's confronting Red Son when suddenly the staff acts on its own and takes him down to the ground and who appears afterwards? The Monkey King himself! Almost as if he had sensed that MK needed some help with defeating Red Son. Almost as if he had been the one to call for the staff so he could talk with his student. Again, he showed up on his own because he cares.

"Then what about that time he abandoned him?"

He didn't abandon him. To abandon someone is to stop supporting them, to give up completely in someone. Monkey King knew that LBD was coming back but he didn't want either MK or his friends to get hurt.

He's used to doing things on his own! I mean, on JTTW Wukong was always sent ahead to see if there were any demons that would kidnap Tripitaka. And even though he warned his companions numerous times that there were demons under the disguise of innocent people, they wouldn't believe him. So why should he tell MK and his friends that there's an enemy approaching? Every time he had warned other people of other threats, they had never believed him, so why should MK be any different?

I think that's one of the reasons why he didn't even try to defend himself when Pigsy snapped at him. Because he's used to taking the blame. What's the point in trying to do something right if you're going to be blamed for everything going wrong, regardless of how much you try to make it okay? He even tries to keep helping MK through his training with the astral projection throughout the whole season!

So, he searched for the map that would lead him to the rings of the Samadhi Fire, knowing full well that he could end up dying.

"This wasn't supposed to happen! I thought if I could somehow get the Samadhi Fire out of you, without hurting you of course, then I could put it inside myself. Then, I don't know, use it to burn up the Lady Bone Demon or something?"

Let's remember that while it's difficult to hurt Wukong, the Samadhi Fire is one of the powers that could actually kill him. He was willing to risk his life so he'd be able to save not only the whole world, but his friends as well. Do you realize how crazy that sounds? To be willing to give up his own life to save the Earth?

He even says that he wanted try to get the ring out of Mei without hurting her.

Would someone who didn't care about anyone try to make something as painless as possible for the victim? I don't think so.

Alright, let's focus on Macaque now for a bit.

My biggest beef with this guy is that some people seem to paint him as the misunderstood character who never did anything wrong because "Oh, my best friend abandoned me and woe is me!". Yuck.

While Macaque has many good reasons to be angry at Monkey King, that still doesn't give him the right to kidnap and trick MK. It doesn't give him the right to taunt him and make him feel like shit, nor the right to manipulate him and make him think that he's not a good successor.

"Well, you know what that means! There really isn't anything special about you. You're just some kid with a heavy stick!"

Macaque knew that if he hurt MK, eventually Wukong would come out to save him, because he knows that he'll protect him. This is a little theory of mine, but Macaque manipulates shadows, right? Who knows how many times he's watched MK from them? Because I don't think his plan to steal MK's powers was something he thought of in just one minute. No, I'm pretty sure that plan took a while to be thought of.

"Ah, MK. You really are dense, aren't you? You saw a story about a hero who got handed everything? Who didn't have to work for anything? And you thought you were the other guy? The second the hero got real power, he couldn't care less about his friends. That's you, bud."

He tricked him into sharing his insecurities, knowing full well that MK was vulnerable and stressed out about the whole LBD situation, then blamed him for not caring about his friends. He made him doubt whether he truly cares about his friends or not or whether he was even a good person.

And we all know how hard MK's worked to try to get control of his powers, especially after he lost them when LBD took away his staff. MK can be a lot of things: optimistic, a bit smug at times, a bit forgetful... But if there's one thing I'm sure of is that he worked hard to control his powers. He even asked Wukong to limit them so he could control them better, knowing that it'd be harder but he still did it.

And let's take into account that Wukong apologized to MK for how he acted towards him. Macaque, still to this day, hasn't apologized at all. And yet, he keeps mocking Wukong and saying he's the same old Wukong, while he himself is still stuck in the past.

I get that Macaque is angry at Wukong, I really do. But if he were really so angry against him, maybe he should've brought it to Wukong himself instead of using MK. He isn't a saint. He's made mistakes as well. These two are very complicated characters who have gone through a lot, but neither of them are blameless. Macaque isn't a saint, but he does care about some people. And although Wukong has made many mistakes, that doesn't mean that he doesn't care about other people.

Anyways, to finish it off, as MK once said:

"Uh, you know you two are the same, right?"

[mythological-mayhem]

List Of Things Apollo Has Most Definitely Done

Wiped out a city by accident and bullshitted his reason for it.

Used “the sun got in my eyes” as an excuse...even though he’s the god of the sun.

Started at least 5 internet trends.

Made a diss track for the gods on Olympus for fun.

Reads internet Fanfiction about himself, also for fun.

Saw an accurate mortal weather report and requested for Zeus to change the weather.

Made a playlist for every god on Olympus.

Feel free to reblog with your own list!

[kirric-the-fan]

Story idea check for magical girl fans: Would you read this?

Summary: Adult becomes magical girl only to find that the hero slot is double booked with a bunch of kids, and their space-faring fairies might be playing them all for personal gain. Story about found family, adult-youth perceptions and crossing the generational divide.

[justafriend-ql]

2024 gmmtv bl + gl predictions/wishlist

okay okay, i know it's only july. but i'm a little crazy, so i'm already thinking about the 2024 lineup. some general observations that are informing my predictions:

the 2023 lineup features 9 bls and 1 gl (out of 22 total series). 2 of the bls are ensemble casts (our skyy 2, only friends). so we can probably expect ~10 ql series next year.

as a general rule, it seems like gmmtv's main pairs will get a series every other year or so, although some popular pairings may be mains two years in a row.

they also seem to give lead roles to one or two new main pairings per year - usually pairs that have been floated as side couples in series that aired the year prior (e.g., milklove, perthchimon)

*please note that this is entirely speculation and i don't intend to start any wars in the notes. also: i will be talking about the pairs from an analytical/business perspective; if that makes you uncomfortable, i recommend you just keep scrolling*

bl predictions (in no particular order)

winny x satang series

rationale: given the success of their pairing in my school president and the many fanmeets/brand sponsorship events they've had together this year (including some solo events abroad), this is almost a guarantee. genre prediction: i'm guessing it will be a romcom with a bit of a darker/angstier edge to it, since winny and satang are great at the enemies to lovers trope and are talented dramatic actors.

2. pond x phuwin series

rationale: since fish upon the sky, these two have been a very popular pairing (particularly in thailand, it seems). along with joongdunk and geminifourth, they're part of the 'new gen' group that gmmtv has do a lot of fanmeets/brand sponsorship events (which means $$$ for gmmtv). their last series, never let me go, aired mostly in 2023 but was scheduled for 2022, so a 2024 series would be in keeping with the every-other-year rule. genre prediction: i think their next series will lean more towards the romcom end of the spectrum, given that never let me go was a lakorn and (regrettably, in my opinion) wasn't as popular as fish upon the sky.

3. gemini x fourth series

rationale: this is another no-brainer, really. this pair is so wildly popular that they're already having a solo concert together. both are very good actors (and performers) despite their young age. gmmtv would be stupid not to capitalize on their popularity and skill. genre prediction: probably still romcom, but with a little more "maturity" than my school president. they're young, but that hasn't ever stopped gmmtv from upping the intensity of the physical intimacy, in particular (e.g., phuwin was 19, about the same age as gemini and fourth, when never let me go was filmed).

4. first x khaotung series

rationale: though these two certainly aren't bound to the branded pair model, they excel when they act opposite to each other. the eclipse garnered a lot of popularity for them, and that's only going to grow after only friends. genre prediction: these two can carry heavy, emotional scenes and dark themes extremely well, so it'd be great to see them in a darker genre (the eclipse, while dealing with heavy topics, still had a lot of lighter romcom moments). personally, i'd love to see them lead a p'aof production, which might be likely since p'aof worked with (and was impressed with) the two of them on moonlight chicken. a period drama with these two would be super interesting.

5. neo x mark series

rationale: these two are the wildcard pairing in only friends and were originally the side couple in cooking crush (before they switched out mark due to overbooking him). this is consistent with gmmtv's tendency to float a couple in a series or two before giving them a series of their own. they're both in the same boat, having been relegated to the "funny side character" role for a while, but they have tremendous potential to do more, and gmmtv seems to recognize that now with their decision of casting them in only friends. genre prediction: hmm this one is tricky, since these two can do romcom and drama equally well. if i had to guess, they'll give neo and mark an "edgy"/"sexy" sereies because they're willing to go there and they can execute it well, which isn't necessarily true of all other gmmtv pairs.

6. force x book series

rationale: okay, i know i said gmmtv usually doesn't give pairs a main series two years in a row. but in forcebook's case, i think it's likely. for some reason that i don't personally understand, enchante didn't seem to resonate with a lot of people, but their popularity has skyrocketed since a boss and a babe and will only grow more when only friends airs. i think gmmtv will go with the momentum and give them another series in 2024. genre prediction: forcebook have done two romcoms already, so hopefully they'll get to branch out into another genre. personally, i think a mafia-type series led by these two would be really sick.

gl predictions (in no particular order)

gmmtv is testing the gl waters with milklove-led 23.5 this year. given the popularity of idol factory's gap the series (which surpassed 2gether's viewing stats by a wide margin), gmmtv will need to invest in the gl market in order to remain competitive. that's why i think there will be at least 2 gls in 2024, rather than just one.

view x june series

rationale: view and june will star in dangerous romance and 23.5 this year, indicating that gmmtv is looking to brand them or at least give them main roles in 2024. they're both talented actresses who have a lot of experience and can easily handle heavier material. it's just a matter of how well they're received as a pair in the series that air in 2023. genre prediction: we don't know what their dynamic will be like in their 2023 series, but i think a lakorn-style, enemies to lovers narrative would suit view and june well and give them a chance to showcase their great acting skills. a sci-fi series would also be really neat!

2. sizzy girl group series

rationale: this one might be more of a personal wish than a likely prediction, since gmmtv hardly gives sizzy the time of day. but! jan and aye have played queer characters before, and ciize has repeatedly expressed interest in doing a gl (even talking to jane about being paired together). they're all great actresses and performers (sizzy concert when??), so it really would be amazing if they got their own series. genre prediction: i'm feeling a rom-com for them. my personal dream is a series about a literal girl group of performers (like sizzy itself) so that there can be original music for each episode like in my school president. bonus points if nanon can guest star as their slaytastic manager (i'm never getting over their love score collab).

ensemble predictions (in no particular order)

given the growing number of branded and un-branded pairs within gmmtv, gmmtv will have to lean more into ensemble series (like only friends) in order to give everyone screen-time.

a light-hearted romcom (like our skyy 2)

rationale: this would be an opportunity to give airtime to any branded pairs that don't have their own series, or more work for popular pairs. a light-hearted romcom with a stacked ensemble cast would be a huge moneymaker for gmmtv with lots of fanmeet/concert opportunities (like my school president). cast predictions: we could see many members of the my school president gang (geminifourth, markford, potentially also aun and prom) here. this could also be a chance to float new gl pairings!

2. a more mature, jojo-style series (like only friends)

rationale: other production companies are ratcheting up the heat of their series; gmmtv will do so too in order to stay competitive. for better or for worse, sex sells, and like only friends, a series like this would attract a lot of attention and excitement on social media. cast predictions: this is where some of their older, more established pairs come into play. we could see jimmysea or offgun here. or even joongdunk or pondphuwin, since these two pairs are being pushed in the direction of higher heat. this could look like a mafia or gang-war style series, or maybe something with paranormal/horror themes.

bonus: things that probably won't happen but i would desperately like to see

namtan, tu, ploypach and/or prim gl (please i'm begging i would DIE; can you imagine a period piece with these four?? the costumes alone would have me on my knees)

joongdunk/pondphuwin vampire series (i don't care if it's cringe; did you see joongdunk's dumdum performance??)

breaking up branded pairs (imagine, for example, if joongdunk/pondphuwin switched partners; or winnysatang/markford; or jimmysea/forcebook)

fluke pusit main series (i mean, come on)

midnight museum season 2 khathadome canon (not brothers, please be serious)

okay, that's it. feel free to add your own predictions/wishlist. remember: these are just my own ideas and opinions! don't take anything i say too seriously haha

[sir-walton-goggins]

Finally, here's my rdr2 self insert OC! I present you...

Kris Blake

Personal info + backstory:

- She is 23 years old, has been in the Van Der Linde gang for 2 years.

- Kris Blake is not her real name, she adopted it to escape from the law.

- She's bisexual and prefers to dress masc.

- She and her family were Italian immigrants, they arrived in America when Kris was 2 years old.

- Her parents both died of illness when she was 10, so she started living on the streets, where she gained her knife prowess and her many scars.

- At 14, a rich man took her in with the promise of giving her a good life. She was given a private education and lived lavishly, being groomed by him until she was 18.

- At 18, after the man proposed to her, she escaped from the mansion. However, she was followed and found by him. Terrified of being caged up again, Kris killed him.

- She became wanted, so she changed her name, hopped on a supply wagon and started jumping from town to town in a desperate effort to stay hidden.

- She scraped by on the streets by robbing people at knife point and pickpocketing, getting into knife fights for whatever piece of food was available. That's until Hosea and Dutch found her, robbing someone and threatening them with a knife.

- At first, she struggled to adapt to gang life, having been on her own since she was a child.

- She bonded the most with Karen, Lenny and Arthur, who felt immediately drawn to her. The two started dating pretty soon after she arrived.

- Kris and Arthur got married a year after she joined the gang and she took his last name.

I have way more drawings of her but there's a post limit lol so here are some of them

Nsfw under the cut! (Just mild nudity)

Arthur may or may have not have drawn this on his journal eheheh

[dudeimintomonsterprom]

I think this was the original soul ending, before it was swapped to the city of vice

[ihatesocialmedia45]

Realized I Never Posted My Ashley/ Homelander fic!!

Smutty bad fiction, Ashley is a reader insert. You know the drill

Chapter 1

Ashley walked up the marble steps of Vought Corporation, heels clicking loudly as she swept open the door, eyes harried. The sound was supposed to be reassuring - a reminder of her status as CEO of the largest business in the world, her therapist had said. Something something, lean in to the girl-boss narrative. She'd believed it when he'd said it, but now, as she bounded for the rapidly closing elevator, the sound of her heels turning staccato in her ears, she couldn't be so sure. $800 a fucking month, she thought scornfully, and I'm still ripping my hair out, 6 months later.

She shoved her way into the crowded elevator, ignoring Adam's grimace as she jammed her elbow into his side to make room. She'd heard him say something, ("Why didn't you text me back? Did I... do something?"), but she could only flap her hand at him, dismissing his words even as he said them. Serves him right, she thought, eyes trained on the slit in the doors, watching the car move higher within the building. I can't stand needy subs.

As the elevator reached her floor, she stepped briskly out, shoving his hand away as he reached for her blazer- a smart, royal blue piece that she'd used to craft a monochromatic look today - and beelined for the bathrooms, her heartbeat thrumming in her chest. She ducked into the nearest stall, locking the door behind her with a trembling hand, and gingerly deposited her purse on the hook before smoothly turning, and kneeling, to vomit into the toilet. The bile scorched her throat on the way out, hot tears springing to her tear ducts and rolling down her cheeks, and she gagged as the surge of filth poured out of her. Her stomach gave one, two, three great, final heaves, before her body stilled its horrible dance, gasping as she gripped the sides of the bowl.

She was having a meeting with Homelander today, the thought flashed in her mind, and she lurched again - but luckily, she'd emptied her stomach on the first round, and so nothing but a sour hiccup of air burst past her lips this time. A tear slid down her cheek and plinked! atop the puddle of spew she'd left, the sound echoing in the stall. Shakily, she rose to her feet and flushed the toilet, watching the mess swirl down the drain.  Donning her purse and popping a mint into her mouth, she swung the door open, to be greeted by Ashley, her brow furrowed in concern. "Are you alright?" she asked, stepping forward to place a hand on Ashley's arm. Ashley jerked away. 

"Don't you have a Sweet Green order to fuck up?" Ashley spat, eyes still shiny from her stint in the stall. The other Ashley blanched, and dropped her head - and Ashley felt a surge of satisfaction, dark and sweet, curl around her insides.  The assistant squeaked, and made for the door, but Ashley snapped her fingers instead, stopping her retreat. "No, no, no. Come over here." she walked to the bathroom mirror, the smaller Ashley in tow, placing her directly in its center, and loomed behind her. 

"I want you to tell me what you see," she instructed, her tone clipped. The diminutive Ashley looked up at her senior, but Ashley gripped her chin between her pointer finger and her thumb, keeping her trained on her reflection.

"Umm...I see me. And.. you?" she answered haltingly, her breath hiccupping when Ashley slapped her hand down on the counter. 

"No," Ashley replied, shaking her head. "You see a superior, and her subordinate. You see a scared little nobody, and the bitch who haunts her nightmares." Ashley lowered her grip, her palm resting on the assistant's pulse point, biting back a groan when she felt it kick into overdrive beneath her. She leaned in slightly, her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.

"Do you know how easily I could replace you?" she breathed into the shell of her ear, her hair blowing gently in the breeze she created.

"Yes, Ashley," she whimpered, her body trembling like she might come apart.

"You're very lucky to be my assistant, aren't you, Ashley?"  she murmured, lips brushing her earlobe.

"Yes, Ashley," the assistant whispered, her eyes screwing shut. Ashley smirked.

"Then say it."

A beat passed, and then came her earnest reply: "I'm very lucky to be your assistant, Ashley."

Ashley gave a satisfied "hm", and tucked the girl's hair behind her ear. "You're a good girl, Ashley," she said, walking to the door. 

"And don't forget that brief we have later this week, okay?" she called behind her as she left, other Vought personnel catching the tail end of her conversation and smiling. She gave a genuine smile in return at the look of shock on the other Ashley's face, before letting the door close behind her.

You're a good girl, Ashley.

The words echoed in her mind as she made her way to the meeting room, nails pressing crescent moons into her palms - only this time, it was Homelander's voice that rang in her ears. She thought back to when he'd said it, after ordering her to compile a list of employees - her coworkers, she thought, paling - to be murdered by the end of day. She'd said it to Ashley in the same tone he'd used: earnestly, intimately, his baritone drawl making her cheeks flush. He'd said it in front of the whole filming crew, in public - and even as the humiliation coursed through her at the belittling term, she'd bitten the inside of her cheek as he'd walked away, pulse hammering in her neck. He'd called her a good girl. He'd said she was good.

Since she'd started working for Vought, the enigmatic blond had haunted her days like a specter, the mere whisper of his displeasure akin to being dunked into ice water. In her early days with the company, he'd been a charming young man, sweet, even, holding open doors for her, and once, even flying all the way to the bottom of Vought Tower to retrieve a bangle she'd dropped out of the window. Things took a definitive turn, she surmised, around the time Madelynn Stillwell took over as his mentor; after that, he'd grown colder, sharper - darker, like a jagged rock rising out of the sea. Like the glacier that sunk the Titanic, more like, she thought. Sweat dotted her hairline.

She finally reached the door, leaving a sweaty imprint of her handprint on the knob as she turned it, before settling into her seat. Homelander wasn't here yet; she'd come early, too terrified of the idea of him lying in wait for her to risk being late. She shuffled the papers in her manila folder, shifting in her chair, and tried to calm her breathing. This was routine; before any meeting with Homelander, she'd take 20 to 30 minutes to center herself as best she could, controlling her breathing, slowing her heart rate, keeping her hands in her lap instead of at her scalp, where the follicles had long since grown weak from abuse. There was no way she could present herself as someone who wasn't afraid of Homelander; too many times had he caught her teary-eyed and pale with terror to sell that lie. But at least with her meager preparations, she'd come across as almost neutral. 

She eyed the papers next to her, and redoubled her efforts to steady herself. They were headshots, possible candidates to replace Annika; the smiling faces beamed at her, and a low, rotten pang of guilt made her shut her eyes, and flip the folder face down. Once upon a time, Annika had been one of those faces, chipper and excited to work with heroes. She was only 26 - the age of Ashley's younger sister. The thought made her give a quiet whimper.

Just 26 years old, and he'd lasered her in the head, put her down like a fucking animal. 

At once, the image leapt to the forefront of her mind, Annika giving her reluctant answer - and then the bright red beam, burrowing through her skull until it came out the other side, singing the wall behind her. Ashley had the couch removed after that, convinced she could still smell the sharp note of burning flesh every time she entered the room.

The sound of the doorknob turning yanked her out of her bleak reverie, placing her firmly back into the present moment; she clenched her hands into fists underneath the table as the door swung open and Homelander strolled in, his eyes crinkled good naturedly, though too tight to be genuine. His cape fluttered behind him as he entered the room, the thud of his boots resounding in her ears, and he took his place at the other side of the table, putting his feet up on the glass. 

"Morning, Ashley," he said, putting her on edge. Homelander was never in this good a mood around her. Their meetings were usually terse and clipped - he barked orders, and demanded answers, and she provided them, on shaking, bended knee. He certainly never took the time to exchange pleasantries with the likes of her; she thought she even remembered him calling her a "mudperson"... whatever that was, to Sage once. His apparent brightness only served to make her wonder with dread what he could be planning.

"So. We're looking at replacements for Anna," he said, putting his hands behind his head, getting comfortable. "Hit me."

"Annika," Ashley replied, before she could stop herself. Homelander quirked a brow. "What?" he asked, tone suddenly sharp.

"Nothing!" she breathed, opening the folder and fanning the papers out on the table.

"We have Francine Delaware, she has a Masters in Communications with a focus on Media. And Tyler Rivera, he's been an assistant for Google and Disney-"

"So neither of them wanted him?" Homelander interjected. Ashley paled.

"You're right. He's useless!" she gasped, tearing his headshot to shreds and sending it flying into the trashcan. "Very astute, Sir." Homelander rolled his eyes and sighed.

"We also have Andre Perkins - he's currently working in the Treasury, but we could get him switched to cover Annika, no problem." Homelander nodded vaguely, waving his hand in dismissal, and Ashley felt a rare tendril of anger snap in her gut. He was the one who had called this meeting - had it been left to her, this would have been an email, and finished in 30 minutes. Why, then, put up such a fight to get anything done? He wouldn't even look at her, instead focusing his gaze a few inches to the left of her, or at the ceiling. He shuffled through the headshots, categorizing them into groups.

But what did it really matter, she thought morosely, watching him sift through the faces with a detached air. It wouldn't matter what whoever was picked had accomplished prior to working for Vought. Everything before Vought was rendered worthless the moment they signed their name on the dotted line - and everything after would prevent them from leaving, no matter how badly they wanted to. Vought has a 0% turnout rate! Ashley remembered her mother telling her excitedly over the phone. You can't lose with those odds! Her heart seized. She'd missed one of the last moments she'd ever have with her mother to rush to her first day as Madelynn's assistant.

"Am I boring you?" Homelander asked tersely, and Ashley started. He'd been speaking, she realized with horror; in her her reflection, she'd forgotten just how much of her undivided attention he required.

"No, Sir!' she replied. He gave a displeased noise.

"Then what did I just say?"

Terror trilled through her as she racked her brain for anything he could have said in the past five seconds, only to come up blank. Head thrown down, she squeezed her eyes shut and put forth an air of supplication.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I'm so sorry. I'm stupid, I have no attention span - I'm a complete fucking idiot!" she hissed, the words flying out of her like shrapnel from a tornado. He opened his mouth, before closing it in consideration, and cocked his head, inhaling deeply as though scenting the air.

"Are you?" he questioned. She nodded emphatically.

Homelander rose to his feet, slowly making his way to her, smoothly closing the distance between them till his chest nearly brushed hers. She could smell the faint, iron tang of blood on his suit, and bit back a gag. He was too germophobic and Type A to ever go one day without washing the thing - the blood was fresh, then. What atrocities could he have committed before 9 in the fucking morning? Ashley despaired.

"Then say it."

Ashley opened her mouth to speak, but Homelander placed a gloved finger to her lips, shushing her. Slowly dragging his finger down, he pointed to the floor, his eyes dark and glittering. Inside her mind, Ashley heard the clap of thunder ring in her ears as his gaze met hers.

"I want you... to get on all fours, and say it." he said, chin jutted out. Ashley froze, her mind fracturing under the weight of his stare. Lips slightly parted, she looked up at him, face beginning to bloom rose. "Sir?" she faltered, wrapping her arms around herself.

"Do I need to repeat myself?"

Ashley shook her head, murmuring an apology, before slowly sinking to the floor, the whisper of her pantsuit loud in the room as she knelt for the second time that day. She was grateful that, at least, her hair formed a curtain around her eyes that blocked Homelander's gaze as he looked down at her. She'd worn this suit - and every outfit she'd picked for their meetings - because he'd once said that he liked the shade of blue on her. "Makes you look... like porcelain," he'd said. She could tell herself that it was merely a survival tactic - he wouldn't kill you in an outfit that he thought you looked pretty in, she thought frantically as she picked it out - but in the darkest corners of mind lied another truth: She'd wanted to look good for him. To catch his eye.

"Good girl," he said, and Ashley's breath caught in her throat, her knees locking. Homelander chuckled. "I heard you bullying your assistant in the bathroom earlier," he continued. Ashley jerked her head up, aghast, an explanation on her lips - only for Homelander to place the sole of his boot on the crown of her head. At once, she stilled. She'd seen him crush a man to pulp in the same way once; her stomach churned as she held her rigid position, eyes aimed at the floor. Homelander gently directed her head to follow, bringing her back into position.

"So mean," he teased, giving a mock pout. "There's just something about Ashleys, though, huh?" He knelt to her eye level, brushing the hair from her face to look at her fully. Ice blue eyes met brown, and he smiled at her, the tips of his canines gleaming. "Makes you wanna punish."

"I'd never seen you like that before. So... in control." He said it with a degree of disgust, and the answering shame sat high on her cheeks. "It was like... watching a dog stand on its hind legs. It wasn't natural." his tone, though light, almost conversational, brought a chill up her spine. He lifted her chin with the tip of his finger.

"The Ashley I know... isn't mean. She doesn't talk back, certainly doesn't talk down..."  and, as if matters couldn't get any worse, he reached for the back of her blazer, and dog walked her to the full length mirror at the end of the room.

"What was it you'd said to that poor girl?" Homelander pretended to ponder. "Ah, that's right."

" 'I want you... to tell me what you see.' What you'd told me you were, a few minutes ago."

Ashley looked up into the mirror; her face was flushed, pupils blown wide, to her chagrin - and through the silky material of her blazer, she caught the proud imprint of her swollen nipple, pressing desperately against the fabric. Forcing out a sharp exhale, she gazed into her own eyes, watching as they filled with tears.

"I see a fucking idiot, Sir." she breathed. Homelander purred.

"Well, that's not very nice, Ashley", he chided. "It's true, but... aren't you forgetting something else?" She looked back at him. He wrenched her head back to the mirror.

Kneeling again, he looked at her as though she were bacteria under a microscope. He ran his fingers through her hair, leaning in to sniff, and she shivered, though his grip on her chin prevented her from moving too far. 

"You're also... a good girl," he said, patting her on the head. There it was again, that damned phrase, the one she'd echoed in her mind as she touched herself till the wee hours of the morning, the refrain making her sick with pleasure as she rode her own fingers.

She nodded jerkily. "Thank you, Sir," the words spilled from her lips unbidden, and Homelander barked out a laugh.

"And so well-mannered, too!" he marveled. The smile danced across his face for a split second, then vanished as he trained his cold gaze onto her once more.

"Say it."

The weight of his gaze bared down on her, like the weight of his fucking boot had bared down on her head. She squeezed her eyes shut, the shame roaring through her - and pulsating, alluring and revolting all at once, within her core. 

"I'm... I'm a good girl."

Homelander nodded, satisfied, before standing again, and walking her back to the center of the room. She'd stumbled, his pace too fast, and so he'd picked her up entirely, like a kitten being scruffed, and deposited her back down on the floor.

This fucking company... Ashley thought, her cheeks muddled and hot as Homelander circled her kneeling form. He stopped twice in his observation of her; once, to drag a booted foot slowly, deliberately, up and down the wet patch on her panties - and again, in front of her, the heat of his gaze boring a hole in her skull. She gulped, and made to look up. He clicked his tongue, and pressed his foot onto her hand, before returning to his position.

"No, Ashley. You know better. Head down," he said, voice tinged with mirth. He tapped his foot, twice, redirecting her gaze.

"Clean your filth... off my boot," Homelander purred, voice pitched low. Ashley's jaw dropped, and she focused with all her might to keep her now wide-eyed gaze trained to the floor. He lifted his boot toward her lips, the glisten of her wetness catching the light.

"Come on. Chop, chop. And don't look so put out. There wouldn't be so much to clean if you didn't like this."

Eyebrows raised to her hairline, but not daring to raise her head again, she stuttered out her dissent, teeth chattering in her haste.

"B-but, Sir! I-"

Homelander raised the boot closer; she could smell her own arousal now, mingled with the deep rich scent of leather, and bit her lip. What would work be like, going forward, if she did this? What would happen, if she didn't?

It was clear that he would not tell her again -  and so, eyes shut, she craned her neck forward, and licked a slow stripe up his boot, the squeak of the leather lighting her face up with shame. He brought his hand to her hair, guiding her movements so as to ensure she'd cleaned every drop, the gesture sending a torrent of heat through her body - and when she'd cleaned to his liking, only then did he raise her head, angling it back, and meeting her feverish gaze with a cold smile.

"Let me help you wash that down," he cooed, and delivered a long rivulet of saliva into her open mouth, the feeling of it sliding down her throat making her clench. Homelander's eyes darkened - he could smell her on the air.

"Swallow."

Ashley swallowed, the uncanny sensation of saliva cooled by the frigid office air making her shudder.

"For the record," Homelander added, as though he'd just considered it, "This isn't about you bullying Ashley. Serves her right for being bulliable." 

"This is about you, Ashley," Homelander murmured; he held her face in his hands, the leather of his gloves catching on her skin. She smelled blood again - whether it was from him, or from the hole she'd worn into her lip, she couldn't be sure.

"You're not a girl boss. You're not a superior. You... are not the nightmare. You are the scared little nobody." And with that, he scooped her up once again, and brought her gently to the meeting room table, bending her over, placing a hand in her hair. The gentleness of his actions was making her sick, every little kitten-soft touch only served to belie the gruesome strength that lurked beneath his every move. 

"You are not... in charge... of anything... or anybody. You are the same Ashley in a board meeting that you are right now. Before me, before everyone, you are but the wing of moth. Nothing more."

He lifted her by the hair, so she could see the picture they created in the mirror; he was holding her, by the hair, by the throat, his body connected to hers at every point - his hips bracketing her ass, his chest pressed into her back -and he smiled, leaning in to stare up at her through his lashes. 

"Is that clear?"

[aho-dapa]

REWRITE AESTHETICS POLL

ACOTAR: Gothic horror victorian era with monsters, faeries, and curses (plus ghosts and generational family trauma/drama) features a child god kinda, unravels sjm lore to make new lore, main themes: healing and grieving

TOG: More horror but leaning body horror, more medieval fantasy, huge French influence (fortunately or unfortunately), features jester celaena (the best idea I've ever had), think Versailles and the Three Musketeers but with the Valg being yokai, plus a Japanese influence because I couldn't help myself, mecha except the mecha are the bodies of old dead/not dead gods, links to angels for reasons, main themes: faith and sacrifice

CCITY: heavily influenced by biblical imagery, Bryce and Hunt switch roles in this one, detective Bryce and archivist Hunt, angel lore, lots of angel lore, floating paradise/heaven so an isolated world, leans more 1920s rival gangs and detective noir, steampunk related, more eldritch horror but not really, lots of death lore, main themes: family and lost bonds

All three take inspiration from Dante's Divine Comedy because he's reallyyyyyyy horny about stars

So, in terms of my rewrite aesthetics and vibes,

[xluciferseyeshadowx]

He looks trustworthy. :)

[one-upgirl]

So there are some things in regards to welcome home that I feel aren’t talked about enough. One of them being the phrase “don’t forget to wave up high” . this phrase sticks out to me as it’s in the base site news section but it also appears in the away from prying eyes site. I feel that this has to mean something for it to appear in both sites. Not sure what it means though, I think it’s to reference the whole being watched thing but I’m not sure. The other thing I noticed is the connection between Eddie and Wally’s last name. That being Eddie Dear and Wally Darling, they are both terms of endearment and I feel this is away of creating a connection between the two of them. Could be a coincidence though. But I feel that Eddie and Wally are connected even if the last names mean nothing.

[homeb0ys]

He is the real hero…