#MP!Donnie

[khlegacynexus]

FINALLY After three days of locking in and getting this done behold the Armageddon Cover and yet another picture was all six of my turtles. ^^

Unfortunately, this has kept me from working on the next chapter, but that’ll be tomorrow’s project when I get home from work.

Sorry you guys

[khlegacynexus]

Here’s my version

made a meme chart for all the Sep AUs out there because I'm curious

I filled it out for my AUs under the cut

(yes most of these are from AUs I haven't talked about on tumblr lol)

[frankenpill]

rip donnie darko you would've loved she wants revenge

[bookish-bitch]

∆ Eddie Dear ID Pack ∆

Names:

Andy, Arty

Billy / Billie, Bowie, Bennett, Bundle, Bindle

Charlie / Charley, Connie, Cap, Card, Carton, Courier, Conveyance, crafty

Donnie, Darling, Dearest, Dearly, Dearie

Ed, Edward, Ethan, Edmund, Epistle, envela

Freddie

Logan, lilac, lavender

Mail, Missive

Nolan, Note

Parcel, Post, Packet, Postal, Postie

Ronnie, Robbie, Rory, Remy, Rowan

Stamp

Telegram

Violet, viola, violin

Willie

1st p prns:

I / me / my / mine / myself

Ai / arte / arty / artine / artself

Cri / cre / crafty / craftine / craftself

Ci / carde / cardy / cardine / cardself

Ei / Eddie / eddy / Eddine / eddieself

Li / lette / Letty / lettine(letterine) / letterself

Mi / maie / maily / mailine / mailself

Pi / poste / posty / postine / postself

Pi / packe / packy / packine / packageself

Pi / parce / parcy / parcine(parceline) / parcelself

Pi / pe / purply / purpline / purpleself

Sti / stampe / stampy / stampine / stampself

2nd p prns:

You / your / yours / yourself

Ao / art / arters / arterself

Cro / crafter / crafters / crafterself

Co / card / carders / carderself

Eo / eddier / eddiers / eddierself

Lo / letter / letters / letterself

Mo / mailer / mailers / mailerself

Po / poster / posters / posterself

Po / packer / packagers / packerself

Po / parcelr / parcelrs / parcelrself

Po / purpler / purplers / purplerself

Sto / stamper / stampers / stamperself

3rd p prns:

They / them / theirs / themself

Ar / art, art / arts, art / artsy, art / craft

Cra / ft, craf / craft, cra / craft, craft / crafts, craft / crafty

Car / card, card / cards, ca / ard

Ed / Eddie, edd / Eddie, edd / ie, Ed / die, Eddie / eddies

Let / letter, let / ter, le / letter, letter / letters

Mai / ail, mai / mail, mail / mails, mail / man, mailman / mailmans, mail / carrier, mailcarrier / mailcarriers

Po / st, Po / ost, Po / post, pos / st, pos / post, post / posts, post / card, postcard / postcards, post / man, postman / postmans

Pack / age, pack / package, package / packages

Par / cel, parc / el, par / parcel, parc / parcel, parcel / parcels

Pur / purple, pur / ple, purp / le, purp / purple, purple / purples

Sta / mp, sta / stamp, stam / stamps, stamp / stamps

Titles:

The mailman, the mail carrier, the delivery *man, the guy who delivers the mail/letters, the one who delivers your mail

The clumsy one, the forgetful one, the caring one, the kind one, the friendly one, the generous one

(prn) who delivers mail, (prn) who is tasked with delivery, (prn) who works for the post office, (prn) who has taken on the family business

(prn) who's favorite colour is purple, (prn) who loves to help (prns) friends, (prn) who loves to join (prns) friends activities

Coinings:

Eddie dear - FranklyDear

Boy/guy/manmailman

Eddiedearic - enbymailman - femmailman

Gendermailman - gendermailman - girl/gal/womanmailman

Loverboymailman - lovelettermailmain

Mascmailman - MLM4MLM

Neighboric - neumailman

Transmascmailman - transfemmailman - transneumailman

Welcomehomehypfixic - welcomehomecoric - welcomehomehearthic

*man/guy can be replaced with any other term (person, woman etc)

Gift for @hewasanamericangirl

Tagging: @sanguinaryfreaks and @the-church-of-strabismus

Please see pinned for dni

[silverfirewolfsurtleaus]

POV: You’re one of the Leo’s arriving for the competition but when you arrive this is what you see MP!Leo having arrived before you…he’s looking pretty smug

Leo simply blinks and turns to his brothet and her allies. "Are they a red eared slider?"

"It apears so. Intresting." Donnie hummed. "Should we introduce ourselves?"

"Hero names only...if only to save people the headache given this seems to be well" his eyes flickered to a banner. "An inter dimensional competion...and we still are in our hero gear."

"Aww really? No real names?" Raph pouted just a bit. "Its not like anyone here if from our world besides us!"

@tmntseparatedaucompetition

"I mean theres always a chance someone else from our world could sneak in and if you wanna risk it but moon drops got a good idea." Mikey shrugged.

"Welp then lets go introduce ourselves I suppose I do want to talk to my counterparts see the simirities and diffrences between the multiple universe.

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Expressions I’ve drawn in an attempt to match

The expressions in this show really are something special

[michaelasworlds-blog]

Daddy’s Girl (A Hazbin OC Fanfic)

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Ch.11: The Northern Killer

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🚨TRIGGER WARNINGS: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS TORTURE, VICTIM BLAMING, VIOLENCE & ATTEMPTED CHILD MURDER🚨

Carnegie Hall, 1959

“Did you see him when he was backstage?” Cornelius whispered to his wife, Ethel.

“I..did,” Ethel didn’t look at him.

“Don’t lie to me woman,” his voice became stern.

“He wouldn’t let me in the room, he had locked the door,” His wife began to panic.

Cornelius turned to the stage as his son walked onto the stage, the audience applauded but it quickly died down.

Everyone had a puzzled look on their faces. The boy was wearing a white mask with black colored around the eye holes and a red colored smile was drawn across the mask. He stared at the audience before sitting at the piano, he began to play Beethoven's “Piano Sonata”.

When the boy was finished there was applause, some still had horrified looks on their faces. Cornelius however was furious, he had humiliated him one too many times.

The whole ride back to the hotel was silent.

“Sweetie please take the mask off” Ethel reached for the mask on her son. He turned away.

Cornelius snatched the mask off before hitting the boy. He glared at his father.

Never taking his eyes off him.

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Bean was awakened by water, she coughed up and choked on some of it.

“Wakey wakey,” a voice said. She frantically looked around one thing Bean noticed was that she was chained to a cold metal chair, another thing she noticed was that she was in some sort of basement? Shed? “Hey! Focus,” the person turned her head to face theirs, revealing Donnie crouching in front of her.

“Donnie?” Bean’s blood began to boil. “What the hell! I thought you were hurt!”

“OH I am,” he lifted his shirt, showing a stab wound. “Your mistake was thinking I didn’t have a weapon.”

She looked at the demon as if he was crazy, “What is this? Why did you kidnap me?!”

“Abduct,” Donnie corrected her.

“Excuse me?!”

“I abducted you, you’re not a kid therefore I didn’t kidnap-”

“LET ME GO!” She screamed.

“Are you gonna leave?” He crossed his arms.

“Duh.”

“Well I’m not letting you go,” Donnie mocked her voice.

Bean groaned loudly, this had to be a sick joke; first the guy she kind of liked but not really yelled at her, then “The Radio Demon” betrayed her! And now her dad abducted because-, “Wait, why am I here?”

“What?” He looked at her, dumbfounded.

“Why did you abduct me?”

“That’s easy, I’m your father and I want to protect you.”

“From?” She raised an eyebrow.

“I think you know,” he bent to her level.

“Let me go! Fuck!” Bean was pissed at this point. “This isn’t how you protect people!”

“I’m trying to help you! So don’t yell at me-!” Bean began to scream at a pitch that could possibly be heard by dogs, Donnie covered his ears, “That’s it!” He stuffed a chocolate donut in her mouth leaving her confused. “That would’ve been a treat for being good, but you’re being a brat! You’re telling me you’d rather be out there than in here with me?! Your own blood?!” He yelled. However, Bean just stared at him with a straight face. “Fine, I’ll let you leave,” he grinned evilly.

“First we’re gonna play a game.”

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“You know I didn’t come to the hotel for you guys,” Lucifer said, annoyed. “Kind of got something important to do.”

“Right, I got that but we need more help,” Eric walked beside the Devil, Erin and Zeke followed behind, “We need to know who the Northern Killer’s daughter is.”

“Did you read the book?” He crossed his arms.

Eric scratched the back of his head, “Yes..?”

“We skimmed it, there are just so many pages!” Erin whined.

“Oh well then that’s not my MP then,” Lucifer shrugged. The three sinners looked at each other in confusion, “My problem!”

“Ohh..” they said in unison.

“Can’t you just tell us? We’re running out of time to solve this mystery,” Eric stepped in front of the king.

“Wait, there's a time limit?” Zeke looked at him confused.

“Um..I may have bet some guys that I could find the killer by next Friday,” Eric responded. Zeke, Erin and Lucifer look at him with a straight face.

“Look guys, I’m sorry but you’re gonna have to figure the rest out on your own, and without the book, I need it,” Lucifer snapped his fingers and the book appeared in his hand.

“Ugh, why,” Eric groaned.

“Because it’s my book,” the devil put his hands on his hips. “I’m not even supposed to be giving you guys squat except torment and torture!”

“That’s cold dude, I don’t think we deserve to be tortured,” Zeke shook his head.

“You’re sin-” Lucifer groaned, cutting himself off. He took a breath, “I’m going now, I’m sorry but I cannot help you anymore; have any of you seen Voe?”

“No, last time I saw her she was in the kitchen eating raw meat out of the package and drawing satanic symbols on construction paper,” Eric said.

“Great, she’s practicing,” Lucifer smiled, before turning to leave. “Good luck with your radio show!”

“POD.CAST! PODCAST!” Eric shouted. He turned, seeing Erin and Eric staring at him with strange looks. “What?”

Erin gasped, an idea coming to her, “Lucifer!” The king, who was halfway down the hall, turned around.

“How often did you say he comes in?!”

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“Tell me something about yourself,” Wynter leaned on the edge of the pond. Siren Springs had been empty so she decided to go for a swim, but Eric had wanted to come as well.

“Do you not watch my podcast?” Eric put his hands on his hips.

“I know all the alpha male stuff, like how you can do a push up on your pinky finger, very impressive by the way,” she winked at him.

“Thank you,” he grinned, flattered.

“But seriously, tell me something,” she said eagerly.

“Like?” He raised an eyebrow.

Wynter thought for a moment, “Something dark,” she grinned, seductively.

“Oh yeah? How dark?” Eric leaned towards her, also grinning giving her the same energy.

“Like, what’s your favorite color?” Wynter bit her lip, before laughing.

Eric laughed, “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” she smiled.

“It’s red.”

“Oh how lucky are you?” She looked the red sinner up and down. “I hate red.”

“Noted,” Eric blushed.

The siren stared at him, “Wanna know a secret?”

“Can I put it in my podcast? It’d be in my show ‘Secrets of Pride Ring’,” Eric asked his eyes lighting up.

Wynter stared at him with a straight face, “Do you wanna know a secret?”

“Yes…”

“I’m thinking of going back to Val,” she looked down, covering her face.

“What? Why? Is he forcing you?” Eric was getting defensive.

She nods, “He says he’ll turn your red ass inside in four different ways, whatever that means,” she rolls her eyes.

“I’m sure I can take a moth ,” Eric scoffs.

“He’s ten feet tall, Eric.”

“I’ve taken guys taller.”

Wynter puts her hand on her chest “shocked”, “Wow.”

“Wow indeed,” he winks.

“Okay okay, your turn,” she laughs. “Do you have any secrets?”

Eric thought about it, since they were alive he could say this, “Well, before I died I had made a pretty awful video, it was about women being sexually assaulted.” The siren was silent, staring at him, “The video had affected a lot of people and thinking about it now it’s disgusting how many people agreed with me, anyway one of my cousins had seen the video and I didn’t know this at the time but she was sexually assaulted and it triggered her and she-” he took a breath. “She committed suicide.” He didn’t even look at Wynter, he was ashamed. “After that my sister said she wanted nothing to do with me, that was the last video I made.”

Wynter looked at him then looked down, “Solving Erin’s murder would mean a lot to you wouldn’t it?”

He nodded, “I want to help people, starting with my friends.”

She smiled at the thought of him doing this for Erin, “Did you really bet some guys that you’d solve the mystery in a week?” Wynter asked.

“I may have said to someone on my LIVE that if I don’t solve the mystery that they could kick my ass,” Eric scratched the back of his head.

Wynter giggled, “You’re very funny,” she got out of the water sitting next to him, her ruby red tail shimmering in the water. Wynter touched his hand “Don’t worry, I won’t let them hurt you,” she kissed him on the cheek, “You can do it.”

Eric looked at her with wide eyes, “I’ve never been kissed by a fish before-” the sinner blinked a few times, then smiled at Wynter. “You’re right! I can do this! We can do this!” He was excited. “LET’S SOLVE THIS SHIT!” Eric jumped to his feet before running away.

Wynter smiled at him, she loved using her powers to people in need. Especially her friends.

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Bean’s phone went off, Donnie picked it up looking at the message.

Vox: We need to talk, answer your phone.

Donnie chuckled.

“Give me my phone,” she growled.

There was a knock at the door, “Oh finally,” Donnie walked to the wooden door ignoring his daughter. Opening the door, Donnie greeted a female imp into the room. “How are you? You were supposed to be here 5 minutes ago.” The imp shrugged, not responding, “Ah that’s okay, glad you could make it.” He turned to Bean who was very confused, “This is Gemma, she lives here in the Pride Ring, she used to work the front desk at one of my last businesses.”

Gemma smiled, waving at her before sitting in a chair across from her. Bean stared at the imp then back at her father with a straight face, “Let me go.”

“Anyway,” Donnie ignored her, putting a small metal table between the women. “The game I wanna get into today is called ‘Answer or Amputate’,” he strapped Gemma’s hand to the table. “You can answer the questions or we can take a body part.”

“Whatever, I don’t care,” Bean scoffed. “You want a limb? Take my leg.”

“Really? Which one? The right leg or the fake leg?” Donnie asked sarcastically.

“Boo,” Bean mumbled.

“Yeah, I know it’s fake, and we’re not amputating you, we’re gonna amputate Gemma,” he gestured to Gemma, who was smiling. “And since Gemma can’t speak at the moment you get the honor of choosing for her!”

Bean was horrified, she needed to get out of here. “What’d you do?”

“What? Oh nothing, she got her jaw wired shut last week,” he chuckled. Gemma opened her mouth revealing metal wires placed across her mouth.

“And.. she wants her limbs cut off?” Bean raised an eyebrow.

“Anyway let’s get started!” Donnie interrupted her. “First question, what’s your favorite color?”

Bean groaned, this was gonna be a long day.

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Vox sat in his spot in the conference room, He was on his phone staring at him and Bean’s text thread while Velvette and Val went on and on about the new Voxtex phone or whatever they wanted to call it. She hadn’t messaged him in hours or answered his calls-

“I think babies are gonna love the new phone!” Val interrupted Vox’s thoughts.

“Again! The phone isn’t for babies!” Velvette groaned. “It’s for little kids ages 4-10 in the lust ring, that way we can see what the other lowlifes are up to,” she grinned.

Vox rolled his eyes going back to his phone, rereading the texts he was starting to realize that he was a bit of an ass; Now she wouldn’t even talk to him! He just wanted to talk to her, to apologize-

“So these are the color pallets for the phone,” Velvette explained. “Which one do you think would-”

“Who fucking cares?!” Vox snapped. His colleagues stared at him in confusion.

“Well I assumed you did, since you called for this meeting, it was your idea,” the doll crossed her arms.

“You know I’m over here suffering and all you IDIOTS can think about is- is the next fucking phone!” The tv demon’s voice distorted.

Valentino and Velvette looked at each other and back at him with blank stares. “Okay,” Velvette stood up. “Until you get your head out of wherever it is I’m gonna put in for purple,” she walks out of the room taking the color palettes.

“Name the purple different things, they’ll think it’s all different shades,” Val laughs.

“Real funny Val! I’m struggling to breathe waiting for a response from somebody and you’re scamming people when you know that’s my job! You make me sick!” Vox threw his phone at Valentino who dodged it.

“Voxy calm down,” the moth smirked. “If someone’s got you riled up why don’t you face them and give ‘em hell.”

Vox thought about it, he guessed that made sense; but he wouldn’t let Val know that, “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard, I’m not going to that shitty hotel,” he rolled his eyes.

“Ooo meeting a certain radio demon at the hotel?” Val bit his lip.

“Will you fucking leave!” Vox yelled. Val put his hands up in surrender leaving. “Why does everyone think I want to fuck Alastor?! I don’t!”

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“Why hello Alastor, what brings you here?” Rosie smiled at her friend.

“I’m just here to see your new acquaintance, I heard she was here,” Alastor replied. He refused to call Ruby Rosie’s friend.

With finding out Vera was pregnant, he needed a reason to get out of the hotel. He had wanted to hang out with Bean but he couldn’t seem to find her, she seemed to have vanished. Alastor had to admit he was a bit worried, she was small and petite and didn’t know how to defend herself well and wasn’t the smartest; Bean got lost easily. It wasn’t really a big deal but it wasn’t very polite of her to just leave like this.

“Oh you wanna see Ruby,” Rosie said in suspicion. “Now Alastor, I know you and Voe have your ups and downs, and yes Ruby is a very beautiful woman but that is no excuse to cheat on your wife,” she put her hands on her hips.

Alastor’s eyes widened emitting a record scratch, “Rosie-”

“I’m just joshin ya Alastor!” The overlord laughed. “She’s over here!” Ruby was watching the little cannibal girl from his last visit, Annalise was her name he believed. “Ruby!” Rosie called. “Someone’s here to see you!”

Ruby looked towards them before walking up, Annalise following behind her, “Alastor what can I do for you?” She smiled.

“I’m looking for one of your children,” The Radio Demon said.

“I’ll leave you guys to it,” Rosie said, realizing this was a serious meeting. “Come Anna, this is grown up stuff,” she held her hand out to the little girl.

Annalise looked up at Ruby, when Ruby nodded she went with Rosie. “Which one?”

“I think you know,” Alastor tapped his cane impatiently.

Ruby rolled her eyes, “What do you want with her?”

“Bean is missing, I thought she might be with you.”

“She is not.”

“Do you know where she is?”

“Not a clue.”

Alastor was slightly confused by her nonchalant behavior, “I thought that was your daughter and you cared about her.”

“I do,” She looked around.

“Well?” He raised an eyebrow.

Ruby sighed, “I told Donnie to protect her, he may or may not have taken that in his own way.”

Ugh, the sound of Donnie’s name gave Alastor a migraine, he rubbed his temple, “You know for a mother you lack the skills.”

“Nobody’s perfect,” she shrugged.

“My mother was,” He glared.

“Sure,” Ruby snorted.

Alastor didn’t take too kindly to this, “Watch yourself,” radio static came from the overlord. She rolled her eyes. “My mother may not have been Mother Teresa, but she didn’t force me to take the lives of innocent people to gain power for herself.”

“Right, you made that decision all on your own,” she smirked. “And for your information I did not force anyone to do anything, Bean always had a deep anger for a lot of people in her life; she just was too nervous to actually do anything so I gave her a nudge.”

Alastor raised an eyebrow, he always knew there was more to Bean, he just didn’t know how much more. “She was your special little angel wasn’t she?” He teased, grinning.

“Weren’t you your mother’s?” She smirked.

“What is he protecting her from?” He ignored the question.

Ruby frowned, “Don’t worry about Bean,”

“I think it’s time you and Eugenia have a little chat.”

The Radio Demon didn’t waste time shadowing back to the hotel, he appeared at the front desk where Eugenia should’ve been; instead he heard giggling and laughing coming from the parlor. Vera and Eugenia were sitting next to each other talking with Charlie and the rest of the staff; they appeared to be doing some activity.

“Okay next question,” Charlie pulled a card from a small deck. “If you could decide how many arms you can keep, how many would you keep?”

“Um, all of them?” Voe looks confused.

“You can take both of mine,” Niffty grinned. “That way I can clean with my teeth,” she laughed, getting weird looks from everyone in the room.

Alastor shook his head, he wanted to be inside the warped mind of Niffty it seemed like a party. He walked up to the group clearing his throat, “How strange, I don’t remember authorizing any breaks.”

“Oh brother,” Husk grumbled.

“Alastor! I’m sorry, I thought we could have a little game session,” Charlie smiled nervously. “Wanna play?”

“Fortunately I have some business to attend to-”

“Boo!” Voe said with her arms crossed.

Alastor ignored her, “And Gigi my dear,” Eugenia looked at him. “You have important business too.”

Eugenia stared at him like he was speaking another language, “Really, and what does Gigi have to do that doesn’t involve sitting at a desk all day?” Voe interjected herself.

Alastor rolls his eyes, “She has maternal business to attend to, I don’t know if you noticed this ‘Mother of the Year’ but your daughter isn’t around.”

“Holy crap, Bean isn’t here?” Angel looked around.

“Oh no! I hope she isn’t hurt,” Charlie gasps.

Alastor sighs, “You people are something else.” He gestures for Eugenia to come with him. She follows him to the kitchen.

“Look Charlie was the one-”

“I have no interest in hearing why you aren’t working, your ex boyfriend kidnapped your daughter, you need to talk Donahue into giving her back,” he demanded.

“I thought Donnie wasn’t a threat,” She crossed her arms.

Alastor’s eye twitched, he was not about to take shit from this woman, “I have a question for you my dear, since you love question games; who would you rather have rip you apart, me or your daughter?” The Radio Demon grinned. “I can stop Bean, there’s no one to stop me.”

Eugenia was silent looking at him with fear, Alastor took this as her understanding her task. “I don’t even know where he is..” she mumbled.

“Then I suggest you start looking.”

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🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS SCENE CONTAINS VICTIM BLAMING & GASLIGHTING🚨

“When you were alive, why’d you have so many friends?” Donnie asked.

Bean’s patience was wearing thin, she was contemplating whether or not Gemma should lose a pinky or two, “What kind of question is that?!” She yelled.

“I didn’t have many friends when I was a teen, I just wanted to know how you made that happen,” Donnie leaned on a wall.

“This is stupid,” Bean sighed.

“What is?” He tilts his head.

“This,” Bean looked at her dad with a straight face. “You’re sick.”

He scoffs, “How am I sick?”

“I have to answer questions so you don’t mutilate some imp you just met,” Bean glared. “What is this, some test to see if I’ll choose her over me?!”

“Wow! Look how smart you are!” Donnie clapped.

Bean rolled her eyes, “Can I go now?”

“No.”

“I played your stupid game!”

“You didn’t answer the question,” he smirked, holding a knife to Gemma’s face.

“I don’t know! I just had friends!” She struggled against the chains, she wished she could do anything but sit here and be helpless. “Just stop toying with her!”

Donnie stopped smirking, “Why? Others get to,” his voice was monotone.

“What?” Bean was confused.

“Others get to toy with anyone at the bottom of the food chain; overlords, sins, goetia, but when I do it I’m sick,” he stood behind the imp who was staring at Bean. “Is Alastor sick for owning souls? Is Vox sick for making people do his bidding?” Bean remained silent, looking at the floor, “Was Valentino sick when he broke Gemma’s jaw, and leaving her for dead?” He continued. This made Bean look up, “Don’t act surprised, you know he does this kind of thing, once one of his favorites step out of line he has to show them where that line is; and you happily stay in it.”

“What? No- no I-”

“You work for Val don’t you?” Donnie interrupted her. She didn’t answer, he took his knife putting it near Gemma’s eye; “You work for Val don’t you?” He repeated.

“Yes!” Bean answered quickly.

“No way! Gemma did too! Until Val lost his temper and left Gemma unable to eat or speak,” he put his arm around Gemma.

“What does Val being a man child have to do with me?!” Bean responded angrily.

“You let it happen,” Donnie said. This made Bean freeze, she didn’t know whether to be angry, sad, nauseous.

“No,” she shook her head.

“You gladly worked for him knowing the type of person he was,” the sinner walked towards his daughter. Bean didn’t look at him, still shaking her head, “Even after one of your friends killed him, you went back.”

“That’s- that’s not fair,” her voice cracked. “I didn’t have a choice-”

“And you chose to go back to the sinner that beat you and your friends,” Donnie got closer. Bean, still not looking at him, remained quiet trying not to cry. “Instead of standing strong you were a sheep! Going back to your master because the others did! And others, like Gemma, followed YOU!” He knelt in front of her.

Bean broke down in tears, “STOP!” Oh shit, she was a bad person. Her going back to Val made Angel go back and now he was in the same position that he was in before Val’s death.

Donnie stared at his sobbing daughter, he was never one for the tears; it wasn’t a solution to anything, “Look at me Bea,” she didn’t. He grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him. “You are not a sheep, I didn’t raise you to be that way. But don’t worry, I can fix you,” he smiled.

She was silent for a moment, looking from him to Gemma. Bean didn’t want to keep hurting people; she had hurt people all her life and she was now doing it in her afterlife. “You promise?”

“Pinky swear,” he held out his pinky.

Bean smiled, “Okay.”

“That’s my girl!” Donnie stood up. “Gemma strap her in,” Gemma strapped around her hand and legs. “Now, I want you to meet somebody. He's a good friend of mine and I think you know him but I want you to tell me his name, okay?”

Bean nodded, watching her father pull a picture out of his jacket. She froze seeing who the picture was of, she knew that smile, what he looked like; however whenever she had nightmares his face would never appear to make the nightmare bearable. Bean couldn’t say the name, she couldn’t speak. “Come on Bea, who is this?” Donnie smiled, holding the picture in front of her.

“I- I- can’t- I don’t- AHH!!!” Electricity suddenly surged through her body making her scream.

Donnie was holding a small remote and was itching to press the button on it again, “No..that’s not it, try again.”

Bean groaned, this was a nightmare. A nightmare she asked for.

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Indiana, 197X

“Hello?” Arielle heard a small voice at the top of the stairs.

Arielle could barely sit up, her throat was so dry she couldn’t yell for the voice to help. She weakly turned her head to Erin, but she was nowhere in the cold basement.

“Hello?” The voice asked again. It sounded like a little kid. Arielle could see small feet walk down the steps, she was almost to the bottom when heavy footsteps were heard.

“Sweetie, what are you doing?” A male’s voice came from the steps. Arielle became frightened. What had he done to her friend?

“There someone there,” the child said, trying to continue walking.

The man picked her up, “Go back up and drink the hot chocolate you wanted so bad.” The kid walked back up the stairs closing the door behind them. There was silence for a moment.

“She left, just like I told you she would.”

Present Day

Erin was confused by this memory, how was she seeing Arielle’s memories? That wasn’t possible.

“Hey,” a voice snapped her out of her thoughts. It was Lucifer.

She stood up, “Did he come?”

“No, but I should’ve told you sometimes he doesn’t come in,” the king rolls his eyes. “Guy swears every time it’ll ‘bring Hell to a better future’ but it’s never-”

“Sir,” Erin interrupted. “Do you know the name of the Northern Killer's daughter?” she smiled.

Lucifer looks at the siren with pity, “I think we both know I can’t tell you that.” Erin looks at the ground, the devil sighed, “When he misses appointments he comes back three days later.”

Erin smiled feeling hopeful, “Thank you! I’ll see you then!”

The young sinner ran all the way back to the hotel, she felt like she was closer to cracking this case she could feel it! Erin practically kicks the door open.

“Oh Erin honey there’s a rule we don’t kick doors down,” Charlie smiled.

“Sorry, I’m just excited,” Erin beamed, bouncing on her toes.

“Do tell! We’re doing positives of the day, come!” The princess gestured for her to come over.

Erin sat down with the other residents, “So anyway like I was sayin’ this guy walked right into me and I was gonna kick his ass after he called me slut but I chose to ignore him,” Angel smirked, proud of himself.

“Angel! I’m so proud of you!” Charlie clapped along with the rest of the group.

“Way to go bitch!” Cherri bomb hugged her friend.

“Erin? What’d you wanna tell us?” Vaggie asked. Everyone turned to the siren.

“I’m close to finding my killer, I’m gonna most likely see him in a few days,” Erin smiled excitedly, she could hardly contain herself. However everyone except Niffty who was clapping looked horrified.

“Ain’t that a bit dangerous?” Angel asked. “Shouldn’t you have like a bodyguard or somethin?”

“Eric can be my bodyguard!” Erin pointed to Eric who was sitting across the room.

“I beg your finest pardon?” He raised an eyebrow.

“To be fair you started this, it’s only fair you make sure he doesn’t do anything to her,” Vaggie crossed her arms.

“And it’s what a respectable man would do,” Zeke smiled.

Eric looks at him with a straight face, “Shut up Zeke.” He groans, “Fine, I’ll go with you, and so will Wynter,” he put his arm around a confused Wynter.

“Excuse?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Earth, 1979

“Ma’am your boyfriend found your daughter in the middle of the woods,” the police told Eugenia.

Her heart sank, “oh my God! Is she okay?”

“She’s been shot in the shoulder but she’ll be okay, your boyfriend is a real hero, he stopped,” he continued.

She wanted to tell the police that Stefan wasn’t her boyfriend, “Was- was the culprit there?”

“There wasn’t anyone else there, just your boyfriend and your daughter.”

Present Day

Eugenia stared at her phone, it was the number to Donnie’s museum. She was dreading having to call it.

“You gonna call it?” Voe startled her.

“Oh my gosh!” Eugenia sighed in relief. “And I have to but..i don’t know I’m just scared.”

Voe sat there for a moment, “Hm..fine, I’ll call,” before Eugenia could answer, the doe took the phone pressing “call”, she placed it on speaker.

“Hello, welcome to ‘Donnie’s House’,” a muffled voice answered the phone.

Voe and Eugenia looked at each other confused, “Um..is the owner there?” Eugenia asked. “I have a few questions.” The muffled voice responded but it was unclear. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” The muffled voice sighed repeating the nonsense. “One more time?”

“He’s not here!” The voice was annoyed.

“Can we leave a message?” Voe rolled her eyes. There was silence, “Um..hello?”

There was a loud violent cough making the sinners jump, “Hello?” A man’s voice came from the phone.

“Donnie?” Eugenia said into the phone.

“Gigi! How can I help you?” His voice was cheery.

“Where’s Bean?”

“Where’s your husband?”

She was silent, she wasn’t gonna feed into his nonsense, “Give my daughter back.”

“I’m keeping her safe,” he responded.

“From?”

There was silence, “You,” his answer made her blood run cold. “You’re at that hotel trying to be a hero, you’re no hero, you just feel sorry for yourself.” Eugenia gulped, “Don’t call here again.”

He hung up.

“What was that about?” Voe asked.

“I..I don’t know,” Eugenia lied. “He was always obsessed with playing sick twisted games.”

“This is the man you had a child with?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bean didn’t know how many days it had been, or if it had been weeks, months, years. She only knew that Donnie seemed to take great pleasure in “helping” her. He electrocuted, stuck her with knives and needles, to make her forget the past. To forget the pain, nothing worked. At this point Bean’s body couldn’t take it anymore, she hadn’t eaten much; only when Donnie decided to feed her which wasn’t often since she was constantly in and out of consciousness.

“Bean.. Bean?” Donnie snapped in a barely conscious Bean’s face. She could barely keep her head up, she groaned.

“Did- did it work?” She slurred.

“I don’t know, but I held up my part; now hold up yours,”

Donnie went over to a medical table, picking up a large syringe filled with blue liquid.

“Now choose, higher electric levels or V-Rage?”

Bean looked between the choices, she lifted her finger to choose..

She put her hand back down, she didn’t want to choose anymore madness.

“Let me go Donnie,” she sighed.

Donnie knelt down in front of her, “But we’re not done yet,” he whined.

“Welp I am, I don’t want to play anymore and I want to go-”

He grabbed her face, “You go when I let you!” Bean was done with these men, as a response she used all the strength she had and spit acid at him, resulting in part of his mask melting. “AHH!” Donnie fell backwards, ripping his mask off. He stared at her with a straight face, but she could tell he was angry.

Bean’s eyes widened, without his mask she could see a slit in his throat, it was terribly sewn, “oh my God..I- I know you..” the longer she looked at his face the more sure remembered.

Long car rides. Random ladies in the car, they seemed to always be sleeping. But there was one trip that she never forgot…

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS SCENE CONTAINS ATTEMPTED CHILD MURDER, VIOLENCE!!🚨

Earth, 1979

“Daddy? Why you quiet?” A 6 year old Bean asked.

Donnie stayed quiet, continuing to drive down the road. It was quiet, no other cars, no other people; just him and his daughter. But his mind was racing with thoughts, how could she do this?! She was tearing apart their family! This was her fault! He brought the car to a screeching halt, he opened the glove compartment pulling a hand gun from it.

“Come here,” Donnie took Bean from the back seat. He put the gun in his pocket before picking his daughter up and going into the woods.

When he was sure he was far enough from the road he put her on the ground, then took the gun back out. Bean stared up at her father, he didn’t look at her only at what was in his hands; she had a worried look on her face. Was he gonna hurt her with that? Was he sad? Was he mad?

“You know, I was thinking about all this, I want you to know that I’m not a bad person; you know who was? My dad,” Donnie said continuing to stare at the gun. “He forced to play that fucking piano until I collapsed, when I did anything he didn’t like he’d hit me in the head; do you know what happens when you hit someone in the head too many times?”

The toddler remained silent, just staring at her father.

He laughed, “I know you don’t, it’s ok; they become fucked in the head. One day when I was maybe 10 or 11 he hit me with a bat, I had to go to a hospital for a day; I probably should thank him..after that I saw the world through a different lens.” Donnie looked at Bean with a look she’s never seen, there was no happiness, no sadness, no anger..it looked empty. “I want you to know that I love you very much.” He raised the gun, pointing it at her. “This is kind of sad but you’re not gonna see me after this, it’s okay; it’ll be someplace better.”

As he pulled the trigger Donnie felt a sharp pain form across his neck, he started choking. Touching his neck he felt the blood gushing from his throat, He pulled the trigger before falling to the ground. His vision started fading as he saw a blurry figure walk past him.

After that, everything went dark…

The bullet hit Bean in the arm, she was lying on the ground crying loudly. Stefan put the bloody switchblade in his pocket before rushing over to the injured child, he knelt down next to her.

“Shh..it’s okay,” he caressed her head, comforting her.

“Daddy’s here.”

Present Day

Bean stared up at the man, “Why?” She could feel tears in her eyes. Why did her dad try to kill her? Donnie stood in silence before taking scissors off the medical, “Tell me! Why?!” He ignored her walking up to her with the scissors. “What are you doing?!” She was in shock when she felt Donnie begin to cut her hair up to her shoulders.

He put it on the floor in front of her, Bean began to cry, “I hate you!” She screamed. Donnie picked his mask up off the floor before leaving his daughter in the dark.

The amount of crying and screaming Bean did had put her to sleep, she was still really weak but she was getting out of this place. She opened her mouth starting to drool acid, some fell on her skin; she ignored the pain letting the acid fall on the chains.

The chains started to sizzle and burn before becoming weak and breaking, Bean pushed them on the floor. She didn’t make any noise so Donnie wouldn’t hear her, she didn’t hear anything.

Was he asleep? Did he leave?

Bean got up from the chair but fell on the ground, she was too weak to walk. She groaned and whined in pain as she pulled herself back up.

She was getting out of here.

Donnie had to be the cockiest abductor, the only thing he did was chain her. He didn’t count on her escaping, he thought she assumed the door was locked. It wasn’t.

Bean stumbled into the city, walking through the acid rain storm she barely made it to the hotel. Her skin was sizzling and peeling with each drop that fell on her, she managed to hit the door pretty hard before collapsing and falling unconscious.

Alastor was sitting in his usual chair late at night, Vera was still upset about the pregnancy announcement even with the news of her becoming an overlord she found time to be petty, it was irritating. Hot, but irritating.

The Radio Demon was about to make his way to his radio tower when there was a loud “thud” at the door. He sighed, he wasn��t looking to kill what trouble was at the door, but if he had to.. Opening the door, he saw an unconscious Bean on the floor. Alastor looked around and inside to make sure no one was around, he picked her up bridal style, before going inside.

“You might be the Northern Killer’s first victim that survived.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Erin, come on!” Eric groaned.

“Just another minute! Please,” Erin pleaded.

“Honey,” there’s no one here, Lucifer’s last client left 30 minutes ago,” Wynter said.

Erin stared at the front door to the devil’s house, there had to be someone else; just one more person, she looked at the time on her phone and sighed.

Maybe it was time to-

At that moment the door opened, the three sinners looked towards the door. A man came in whistling “I Can’t Smile Without You” . He wore a mask on his face and an old timey hat. He tipped it at the three walking past them.

“Isn’t that the guy that owns the weird museum?” Eric whispered. Erin got up making her way towards the man, “Erin wait!” Eric tried stopping her, but failed.

Erin swallowed her fear, tapping him on the shoulder, he turned to her, “Can I help you?”

“Do you- do you know who I am?” Erin asked, staring up at him.

The man tilted his head at the siren, staring back at her before smiling, “Yeah..I believe I do”

“You’re Arielle.”

(Sorry I’ve been gone for so long my lovely’s lots of work! I promise for sooner updates! HAPPY NEW YEAR!)

[mew-tilated-mogai]

Welcome...

✦ ─ yo, im Kei / Guzma, you can also call me Mew since thats my blog name, Im a genderfluid bi-gay dude, crit inclus

Pronouns : he/him ; neb/nebby ; spike/muth ; Di/Devi ; oct/octo +

✦ ─ Requests :: Closed ✦ Ask box is always open

✦ ─ Do not repost any of my terms on any wikis, archives or other sites/blogs, thank you.

✦ Tagging

DNI, BYF + info below the cut

✦ DNI

i block very freely btw ;] also dni is subject to change

Basic DNI criteria (racist, homophobic, ableist, etc.)

Anti-MOGAI / LIOM, Anti-Xenogender, Anti-Neo/Xenopronouns, Anti-Otherkin/Fictionkin, Anti-Furry

Proship/Comship/Profic, anti-anti, "Dead dove", "Block and move on" blogs

Real-Person-Fiction writers/readers

Anti-Mspec lesbians/gays, Anti he/him lesbians / she/her gays / Anti-contradictory labels

Pan exclus / Ace/Aro exclus (also counts for cis/het aspec) / Anti- polyamory

Supports/is TransID, "transage", "transrace"/trace/diaracial, "transabled", "transopinion", "transill" or "non harmful transids"

Radqueer, Radpara, Medpunk, Warqueer, Feralqueer, Weedqueer, Kandiqueer, Para blogs, anti recovery, thinks paras are queer etc. etc., anything along those lines

"Safequeer" / anti critinclus

Thinks that all transpecies/chronosian stuff is radqueer/transid related (its not)

Supports/is (NO)MAP/AAM/Pedo/Zoo/Necrophile/"Kodophiles" etc. etc.

Refer to yourself as a "loli", "shota", "kodo", "yandere"

Blogs with any kind of syscourse on them (Applies regardless if pro-endo or anti-endo) / Discourse / drama blogs in general

TERF/Swerf, radfem, transmed, truscum, gendercritical, TIRF

Denier of transandrophobia

Gets pissy about people using "queer" or "fag" or tags posts that dont they didn't make as "q slur"

"minors DNI" blogs, NSFW / kink blogs, Vent / s/h blogs, Gore, Thinspo, Yancore blogs

Supports dd lg or other variations/NSFW agere / NSFW in agere spaces

Dream stans, Taylor Swift stans, tolerates JKR

Supports/Has anything on your blog relating to DSMP, Southpark, Harry Potter (introjects are always ok)

Have URLs/PFPs/Posts/Mentions about G-meGr-mps or donnie darko

Pro-life / Anti-abortion

Cop or military boot lickers

i have all the right to laugh and clown on you if you break my dni, its not hard lol.

✦ BYF/I

I am Crit Inclus, Im Pro-choice, I am completely Anti-Radqueer and if i see you interact with me while breaking my dni i will post about it.

As I said I am completely anti-radqueer and anti-transx (+ all the other names for it), however thats not including BIID, transpecies and Chronosian.

I will not give my stances on things to do with discourse, especially syscourse, and would like if you kept it miles away from me.

I swear alot and use words like "god" and "jesus" freely, so if you dont like that or if thats a problem then my blog is probably not for you, sorry.

Im shit with tone, so tone indicators are ok to use with me, im also shit with spelling and getting my own point/tone across so if im talking and that happens ignore it /hj

If your blog has typing quirks or you type differently (eg. LiKE THiS) i will have trouble reading it and will more less likely not interact with you.

I also get agitated and anxious fast, so if i come off as if im angry or disinterested in talking its least likely on purpose.

✦ Requesting

Please send an ask clearly describing your request, try not to be vague and use broad terms as little as possible.

(eg. "can you do neopronouns based off sylveon?" or "can you do a creepy/horror neopronouns list?", "Can you coin a gender related to X Y Z?")

I also ask that you research on if something has already been coined or not, it just takes some of the hassle out of it for me <3

✦ request etiquette

Stamp/blinkie requests

Requests must have links to flags in the ask.

Flags have to be simple (ie. just lines/waves, simple designs. no frills, crazy designs or detailed symbols), as i dont shrink them down, i remake them at that size.

Up to 2 flags are allowed for stamps (ie. "can you do a pan lesbian and bigender stamp?")

PLEASE specify whether or not you want 2 flags on one stamp or just multiple stamps.

request multiple at once if you want i dont have a limit other than theres gonna probably be only 8 per post

I will do different border selections for stamps in the future, but you can pick between 2 lines of dots blinkies or clasic full all around dots blinkies (like. the blinking part.)

I will do basically any flag as long as it follows my no crazy detailed flags rule

Things i WILL do:

Gender coining, Flag coining, Help with naming

Genders based on two or more things (eg. the color blue, dragons and being sleepy)

Neopronoun + names lists

Neopronoun mega lists (as many variations and sets i can find/make with research, categorised)

Neo recommendations based on your sets

Stamps / Blinkies of (non complicated) flags

More if you can request it lol

Things i WON'T do:

Orientation coining

first and second person pronoun requests / titles

"Reclaiming"/Recoloring flags for terms I didnt coin.

ANYTHING to do with transids or paras.

Anything related to real life people/their personas, actors, youtubers

Any anime stuff

Anything from DSMP, Southpark, Genshin, Omori, The backrooms (or any youtube horror), Marvel, Disney, TOH, emH, she-ra, fnaf, ddlc

Anything to do with aesthetics/-cores like weirdcore, traumacore, dreamcore etc. (other ones are ok, just not those kinds)

Obsessive love, trauma, Yandere

Extreme gore/death/rot, medical things

Anything NSFW ( im a minor )

Anything related to disorders i dont have or cultures/religions im not a part of.

list is subject to change.

I will do just about anything else, however I will absolutely reject anything i dont want to do, sorry!!

✦ About me <3

Hi, Im Kei / Guzma , You might already know me cus I used to be an owner of the (now defunct) coining blog Bugbane-xenos. Or you might even know me from reddit or discord.

I ID mainly as lableless / bi-gay and aroflux aswell as mainly as genderfluid or genderqueer man and many other lables, im also thinking of using cistrans. Im also polykin, alterhuman, a furry and a juggalo, if you want specifics send me an ask! if its not too personal id love to tell you. Im Irish too so if i talk funny you know why lol.

I would prefer if you used my neos over he/him, cus im genderfluid it just kinda helps.

Another thing, im autistic and got a tic disorder, amongst other things, so burnout is normal for me if i take long on requests sometimes please dont get mad. I wont answer questions about the " other things" for my own reasons unless we're close.

Please enjoy your stay on my little blog <3

[bg-sparrow]

hello, 📁 for my boy 40s doc please >:3

Alright, you know half of these are going to be from Now I Am Become Death, but I’ll sprinkle in some others!

Doc tells his mother about his “new job in New Mexico” “doing science for the war effort” but that’s about all he tells her. It’s just a courtesy thing that he’s moving. He trusts her to pass on the news to his father and doesn’t bother doing so himself. Doc takes the occasional phone call from his mother in Los Alamos; she’s probably his one consistent contact “on the outside” (if you count a monitored phone call every five or six months).

Doc is in the know fairly early on that they are making an atom bomb (which is a big deal, as only a few dozen people knew this in the whole Manhattan Project). He’s even housed in his own apartment in a building that he shares with two other people in the know, his neighbor being Kenneth Bainbridge (director of Trinity test). He takes regular polygraphs and has his quarters/ belongings searched regularly to ensure he’s keeping things under wraps.

Doc hates the heat of New Mexico but appreciates the lack of humidity compared to Northern California. It takes him a long time to get used to the dust, though. He is so sick of all the dust.

There is a unit of young soldiers/ MPs that Emmett somehow finds himself entwined with. They are sort of at odds at first — Donnie, the leader of the pack, is very pro-bomb while Emmett is very naive, thinking the bomb will just be used as a demonstration. They don’t seek out each other’s company or intentionally hang out, but their paths cross often enough to acknowledge one another as someone they know. Over time, the soldiers “adopt” him as “poindexter”. They barrel into his apartment to listen to Truman announce the end of the war and cheer for him when he plays his saxophone at the talent show. They’re probably his favorite friends by the time they part ways from The Hill.

Recreation-wise? Doc is a morning paper guy. He’ll stay up all hours of the night working on equations and ratios, but count on him to be at his breakfast table with a newspaper on the regular because the soldier’s gossip only tells him so much. When he does make himself go home at a decent hour, he puts on the radio while he gets ready for bed, usually listening to news or a baseball game. Maybe once he went to the movie theater on a quadruple date with the soldiers, but he and his date knew immediately there were no sparks there/ only agreed to it because of so-and-so.

A few months after joining the project, Doc comes down with the hard-hitting influenza sweeping the country in December 1943. He stubbornly tries to work through it, partially in competition with other colleagues putting in time at the office who are also sick. He spends two whole days in bed at its worst.

Doc slowly realizes this bomb may not be used as a scare tactic, and it hits him full-force at the Trinity test that Japan needs to surrender or else. When they don’t, he has an anxiety attack because he knows what’s coming. As the footage of Hiroshima and Nagasaki makes its way back to them and his government tries to give him a medal for his part in winning the war, it all comes crashing down on him.

He’s put on administrative leave and tranquilizers while he sees a psychiatrist. He can’t do/ refuses most of the available therapies — insulin shock, electric shock, no energy for physical exercise — but he tries an instrument after his therapist tells him how well soldiers recover in convalescent homes when exposed to music. He’s terrible at the saxophone, but he learns enough to do a duet with a fellow beginner musician for a talent show as a therapy goal.

But what really helps get Doc back on track is discarding the Medal of Merit he was awarded for his service on the project. He doesn’t want praise for what his work was used for. He goes offsite and chucks it into the Rio Grande one night, and things quickly start looking up from there.

In January 1946, General Groves offers Doc a job in Washington to research his ideas on time travel, but Doc refuses. He doesn’t want his science under the government’s thumb anymore; he’s seen what they do with it. He politely declines and insists life in the private sector would be best for his mental well-being.

And that’s most of it, I think! Thanks so much for the ask! I’d love to see more file emojis in my ask box, so go for it!

[khlegacynexus]

Well that comic was out just in time vote for Mystic Prodigy guys

Mystic Prodigy Series - @khlegacynexus

Stardust AU - @dreammelt

[wikiuntamed]

Top 5 @Wikipedia pages from a year ago: Thursday, 19th January 2023

Welcome, მოგესალმებით (mogesalmebit), bienvenue, добредојде (dobredojde) 🤗 What were the top pages visited on @Wikipedia (19th January 2023) 🏆🌟🔥?

1️⃣: Index (statistics) "In statistics and research design, an index is a composite statistic – a measure of changes in a representative group of individual data points, or in other words, a compound measure that aggregates multiple indicators. Indexes – also known as composite indicators – summarize and rank specific..."

Image licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0? by Original image by User:donarreiskoffer, new SVG version made with Gnumeric (from original data; now covers 1913-2006)

2️⃣: XXX: Return of Xander Cage "xXx: Return of Xander Cage (released as xXx: Reactivated in some countries) is a 2017 American action thriller film directed by D.J. Caruso and written by F. Scott Frazier. The film stars Vin Diesel in the lead role, Donnie Yen, Deepika Padukone, Kris Wu, Ruby Rose, Tony Jaa, Nina Dobrev, Toni..."

3️⃣: Julian Sands "Julian Richard Morley Sands (4 January 1958 – c. 13 January 2023) was an English actor. His break-out role was as George Emerson in A Room with a View (1985), and he also appeared in The Killing Fields (1984), Gothic (1986), Warlock (1989), Arachnophobia (1990), Naked Lunch (1991), Boxing Helena..."

Image licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0? by 5of7

4️⃣: Jacinda Ardern "Dame Jacinda Kate Laurell Ardern ( jə-SIN-də ar-DURN; born 26 July 1980) is a New Zealand former politician who served as the 40th prime minister of New Zealand and leader of the Labour Party from 2017 to 2023. She was a Labour member of Parliament (MP) as a list MP from 2008 to 2017, and for Mount..."

Image licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0? by Newzild

5️⃣: The Last of Us (TV series) "The Last of Us is an American post-apocalyptic drama television series created by Craig Mazin and Neil Druckmann for HBO. Based on the video game franchise developed by Naughty Dog, the series is set twenty years into a pandemic caused by a mass fungal infection, which causes its hosts to transform..."

[khlegacynexus]

Now that 2024 is coming to a close:

1) Of everything you've made this year, which ones are you the most proud of?

2) What are a few of your favorite things (art, comics, fics, etc) that someone else has made this past year?

I’m most proud of the designs for my girls even if we have a canon face for Frida now

 I’m proud of this picture with all six turtles that even Russ Carney liked on blue sky

It turned out really well I’m also proud of the fact I was able to Finish Aftermath and Others this year the former I began last year around this time

A few of my favorite things this year are Empyrean Weeping by @cupcakeslushie Michelangelone by @error-code400 Operation sleepy slider by @artralic and too many Turtles by @dysfunctional-doodle

And the Good Future ROTTMNT comic by @andysuriano

Here’s hoping to more fruitful year next year if not just as fruit

[lessnearthesun]

More and more frequently I check the news, see it, go ‘okay then.’ and then have to stare at the wall wondering how we’ve fucking come to this.

[sleeplessdreamer14]

[Tr*mp supporters DNI]

[miyoshiumeki]

movies that resonated

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Happy Hump Day!

Apologies that I was unable to do a live version of Too Much Information Tuesday. I have to be out the door early on a Tuesday morning; class starts at 9.30. The new term was a bit of a shock to my system, not helped by more rain and some more of that wicked wind whistling around my trouser legs! Thankfully, I had two classes full of high-quality students. This is the test, isn’t it? Survive this weather and spring is your reward. Leave home in the dark, come home in the dark. Depressing! Thank goodness I have a great weekend ahead of me; alongside my brothers Shaquille Darren, Joe Cox and Patrick Steele, I am playing music at a private, birthday party on Saturday. Yes, the birthday girl does have friends in high places!

Sadly, 2023 has begun as 2022 ended: the winter of discontent continues. Health secretary Steve Barclay didn’t want to talk about pay rises but said that doctors and nurses should “increase their productivity”. No one wants to negotiate with the RMT. Probably because they know Mick Lynch is smarter than them! Fishy Ballsack wants to outlaw strikes. Camilla The Home-Wrecker is trying to destroy another family; consorting with misogynists such as Clarkson and Morgan. Shops, restaurants and bars are going out of business, house prices are coming down. Ooh, I wonder why? Highest taxation for 70 years, national debt over £2 trillion, public services in ruin, 22,000 NHS beds & 140 A&E Hospitals axed, infrastructure crumbling, poverty skyrocketing. How depressed does the UK need to become? At what point will someone realise that consumer confidence is in the toilet? At what point will somebody realise that The Specials wrote a song about this 40 years ago? Many parts of the UK are like a ghost town.

During Tr*mp’s presidency, at all the celebratory rallies, he wheeled out these two vociferous black women called Diamond & Silk. Probably to try and convince black people that he wasn’t racist? (Really, Donny??) These two would stand on stage and all of Donny’s followers would cringe, because they hate black people as much as Donny. They spent a huge amount of time telling everyone that C*vid-19 was a “hoax” and preaching a strong, anti-v*x message. Anyway, Diamond (Lynette Hardaway) passed away yesterday. Cause of death: C*vid-19.

Covering for my brother Craig Williams today on Mi-Afternoons. As ever, The Request Hour is between 2.00-3.00. What do you want to hear? Get your requests in NOW, so I can make sure I bring them to the studio.

Have a wonderful and well-endowed Wednesday. I love you all. Yes, a crazy, bald man loves and cares about you.