#Master Cat Viper

[cuntyglam]

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cat viper: bro literally fought a war right after his amputation which is pretty cool. he also added weapons to his prosthetic !! we love to see it

kyros: has been disabled longer than most one piece characters in this bracket and is one of the few long term amputees to never use any sort of prosthetic. this man walks with one leg, and i think that is insanely cool. it’s one thing to be a small toy soldier and hop around but a fully fledged muscle man ? that takes a lot of core strength.

[poochyhyena]

Okay hear me out: big, huggable OP characters, but Squishmallows

[one-piece-moment-comparisons]

One Piece — "Raizo is... alive and well!!!"

From Volume 81 - Chapter 816 / Season 12 Episode 767. After a very long time, Kin'emon and Kanjuro have finally made it up the elephant's legs, and wish to converse with the Minks. The Straw Hats desperately try to warn them of the context they just learned, and how samurai are taboo. But perhaps it seems Kin'emon knows more about Zou's story than the pirates do!!

[optreasurecruise]

[abigailthedreamer]

Self Ship Shorts: Snake Demons Want Love Too! (Source: KFP)

As always, it's under the cut! This the s/i in question.

Inspired by:

*Abi, Po along with the Furious 5 are all hanging out outside the Jade Palace, The snake demon looks out of it.* Po: Hey! Abi! You alright? You haven't touched your food! Abi: Mmh!? Oh, yeah im fine, You can have them if you like. *Abi pushes the bowl of noodles to Po, who takes them gratefully* Abi: I just...Dunno what's gone on with me. *Abi begins, not realising the 5 were listening in* I can't eat, can't sleep, Maybe i'm coming down with somethi- Tigress, clearing her throat: Ah, Me and others here might know what it is *She gives a rather uncommon smirk*....The 'L' Word. Po: Oohh!...Leprosy? Monkey: No!!! It starts with 'L' Ends with 'E' Po:...Aha! Lice! Viper, giggling: No Silly!!! Abi: Whatever it is, you lot better not be messing with me. Mantis, stepping forward on the table in mock vibrato: Fear not! It's nothing fatal, just a minor, but unexpected diagnosis. Abi and Po in unison: Offf?? Mantis, unable to hold his laughter: Snk! Okay, Po, Abigail here, our fearsome snake demon, is in Love! *Abi's face drops, turning red, if that's even possible while Po leaps up* Po: Awwwwweee Yeaaaa! Loooove! Wait, Love!? Abi, panicking: Ahaha! Don't listen to them my friend! They're merely teasing me for a crush I had on Tai Lung way back whe- Po: YOU HAD A CRUSH ON TAI LUNG!??? Crane: *Cough* Yeah sure, 'Had'. Viper: That's not what Master Shifu told us. Abi, Glaring: What, per chance, did he say? Tigress: Plenty of stories about you and Tai Lung growing up together. And how you'd purposely 'slack off' training so Tai would be seen as the better one. Abi: I never slacked off! I'm just a....ah-A visual learner! Yeah! *The 5 and Po all stand in silence, already not buying what she said. Until, someone pipes up from inside the palace* Shifu: And what, would you say you've learned from from drooling over Tai's pecs and muscles, hm? *The 5 and Po all die laughing while Abi dies of complete Embarassment* Abi: SH-SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU!!!!!!

[bubbleddisasters]

Guess whos back on their Che’nya theory shit again. Me.

Also some of this is just me going on about random and absolute far stretched shit, but hopefully the majority makes sense to y’all.

I’m about to sound batshit insane and this is going to be some MatPat sounding shit but here we go anyway.

WARNING‼️⚠️ MAJOR BOOK 7 SPOILERS AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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I just made the realization that Che’nyas UM and already natural abilities we’ve seen puts him in a position to be deadass playing the Floor is Lava with Malleus as the lava rn.

They wouldn’t have told us his UM in the main story if it didn’t matter somehow. They had the opportunity to show us Neiges in Rooks dream, yet didn’t, so it isn’t a heres RSA UMs for for shits and giggles thing, and we don’t know ANY of the teachers UMs, so it isn’t a “filling npc” thing either.

In EVENTS, we learn the UMs of only the very important and/or dangerous characters. Rollo, Skully, and Fellow. (Geez, Halloween trio now that I think of it).

Do we know Dylia Spades? No. Do we know Eric Schronheits? No. Do we know Ambrose the 3rds? No. Do we know Elizas? No, we get slapped. Do we know Najima Vipers? No. (She might not have one yet tho but still).

These characters are all confirmed as mages, or not directly said to be magicless, so it’s fair to assume they are mages.

So they told us Che’nyas UM for a reason. Why?

Like if his UM makes him invulnerable to magic/attack and invisible, and straight up on ANOTHER PLANE OF EXISTENCE, then if he’s not technically “all there”, Malleus wouldn’t be able to sense him.

Plus, this would explain how Orthos body was floating on the water when STYX found it, as when we know Orthos HEAVY AF, and would more than likely sink, since I doubt they had the time to build in something inflatable enough to balance that weight.

To boot, Ortho was at the docks, which from the map, is super close to RSA.

For reference:

(Both normally and under Mals spell)

The Cheshire Cat is the one who gets Alice out of Wonderland (In the movie, the tunnel Alice runs through matches the Cheshire cats color and stripes + He’s the only one not chasing her+ in the OG book, the Cheshire Cat is more of a Guide and the only one who really sticks with and helps Alice for the whole shabang), and if he’s in RSA, then I think the writers know that.

Aswell as the fact Che’nya appears in both Books with “Tyrant” in the name, and the Cheshire Cat is the only person completely immune to the Queen of Hearts control, as the second most powerful being in wonderland next to LITERALLY TIME ITSELF.

Look in most Disney Villain Line-Ups, and you’ll find the Cheshire Cat. Why? Marketing, the Cheshire Cats a popular character that isn’t directly portrayed as a hero, and more as a mysterious reoccurring character that isn’t necessarily seen as a helper unless you squint.

Additionally, we’ve seen Che’nya use flight, self gravity control, teleportation(unconfirmed but implied on that one) and use his UM for extremely long periods of time, and now that I think of it, we’ve never seen it wear him down, even without the lack of a magestone on his design.

And anyway, in the manga, he’s been doing such things since before we meet him for the first time at age 8-9 from Rids perspective.

Which means long enough that he basically has full control over it at that age, so probably either since birth or very, very young.

Which gives us the know that unlocked his UM way before meeting Riddle and mastered it, which means likely as a literal toddler woke up one day and went “Hey what if I just fucked off to another plane of existence and became both invisible and invulnerable, while capable of movement and communication on this plane the whole time.”

Now back to Book 7.

So heres what caught my attention, Silver mentions the only people he can pop into the dreams of are people he has connections with.

Seeing as we get Sebek first crack out of the box, and then Lilia, this makes sense.

However, it falls off when the next people start to be people Silver either doesn’t know, or very loosely knows.

Yes, I understand the commercial and writing point is meant to be a dorm countdown, but it would make far more sense to be a Russian Roulette, kind of upping the anticipation of whos next.

But to me, with what we know of Silvers connections, it would make far more sense to have the second years be first after Dia, then maybe the third years that he knows because of Lilia, and finally the first years, still leaving room for Ace to get his UM towards the very end.

Now if we drive this back to my Che’nya playing Yuu’s guardian angel theory, it would make more sense to start with Pomfieore after Igi, because not only is it recent connections, so probably easier to bring to the forefront of Silvers UM, it gives him time to get up to NRC right after pushing Ortho or simply getting him out safely.

Before you mention malleus’s barrier, Che’nya gets past NRCs barrier that took STYX heavy power shots to break like its every other tuesday, without Crowleys notice aswell, he stands a viable chance of slipping past Malleus’s.

If he can jump to another plane of existence in which he is invulnerable to magic, theres nothing stopping him from sliding past to get Ortho out and slipping back in under Malleus’s nose.

It also gives him a good “oh shit” moment and an idea of the root of whats happening.

And if I’m wrong and he can’t teleport, he can latch on to Malleus (possibly referencing the Cheshire Cat latching onto the Queens back after she gets a card solider executed I think) to teleport with him back to NRC.

With that, he could be preventing Silver OBing by basically shattering the shade/phantom before it can even do anything, while also hiding Idia being awake. That, or basically lending Silver magic enough to keep going while praying to god Mal doesn’t notice.

Lilia playing the worlds most dangerous game of tag with Mal in dreamland gives him the distraction he needs for this aswell, and it could be that everything went to shit around Trey-Riddles Dreams, and Che’nya popped in to speed up the process and or Dream Che’nyas revealing his UM kinda got his ass caught by Mal, or caused Mal to finally detect a disturbance in the force.

So if I’m right with the previously theorized Guardian Angel thing, Che’nya could be hotwiring Silvers UM to send Silver and co to the people he remembers helped Yuu and the rest recently without risking Malleus putting two and two together on who could be fucking with the dreams other than Silver, depending on how he was portrayed in Trey and Rids Dreams.

Though it would be hilarious if with the Floor is Lavaing it he was also Night at the Musueming it and just repeatedly moved each dreamer closer to Silver physically so they’d have a physical connection (like pinky to pinky or head to head) and basically had Malleus doing a eyebrow raise everytime he turned around trying to figure out if that person had been moved or he was seeing things until he realized there was an exponentially large group around Silver that definitely wasn’t there before.

Another thing: We know the Three Good Fairies weren’t affected by Maleficent’s curse and are the ones to untie Philip when he’s caught and give him the Sword and Shield, which his has, and loses all but the sword in the fight against Maleficent, the Sword and Shield which in the Og twst Trailer that scene is likely referenced by Silver as the Sword (duh) and Sebek as the Shield, with Lilia where Philip would be, although his arm is raised higher.

You kinda have to flip Sebek and Silvers positions but yea.

Sebek being Virtue is self explanatory. He strives to have the virtue of a knight worth of Malleus, and shows this in many ways, but his faults are his rudeness, arrogance, biased or generally rude assumptions, and overexaggertion, stemming from his own internilzed racism (or speciesism? I guess?) , which lead many others to not want to be around him, deflecting the truth of his heritage as to not focus on his own insecurities like a shield to an attack, no matter who its from, in a way.

Now that he has begun to bond and not be as rude to the rest of the non fae cast however, he ends up passing out? Like how a shield seemingly has no use if its not defending, unless you get real creative with it (Its Reyn time I mean who said that)

Silver balances this out as truth, as he is someone we see is honest to almost no fault. His UM also shows truth, in its own way, by showing the truth of the desires of those around him. However, a truth has also been held directly from him, aka the truth of his birth, and the undeniable truth that to break the curse upon him, Lilia did have to truly love him, even as the child of his friends killer.

So he is both benefited and harmed by truth, just like how the same sword can both protect and kill, it just depends on who wields it.

Anyway, back to the point at hand, Now that Malleus seemingly has the time to go and pull a FNAF 4 at Idias door, the odds are Lilia may have somehow gotten caught or restrained (like Phillip is) for enough time to have Malleus notice the Shrouds are pulling shenanigans on his private dream servers and feel the need to go confirm this.

The way in the movie the Three Good Fairies are caught hiding Aurora by Maleficent in the first place is by getting too cocky on the day before Aurora’s B-day and using magic like crazy, fixing up and making their “gifts” much better, as they didn’t know how to create them without magic.

These gifts? A Cake by the GREEN fairy, the calmest and most mature of the three: Fauna, and a Dress, which the RED AND BLUE FAIRIES Merryweather (the most rebellious yet sensical) and Flora (the leader, most work focused and overconfident) keep fighting over which color it should be, Pink or Blue.

(I rewatched their scenes and I forgot how much of a fucking MVP Merryweather was, everyone else turning things into rainbows, bubbles and flowers while my girl was out here burning chains, hunting down snitches, turning her mfking ops to stone and had to be physically held back from throwing hands with Maleficent by herself, god bless this tiny blue diva)

Fauna can obviously be placed as Trey here. Calmest, a Cake, Green. Done.

You can combine Flora and Merryweather into the two sides of Riddles Dream, the first being very punk yet sensical lifestyle, the blue, bringing in the sadness of what he desired yet cannot have, and the second half being Flora, the extremes of overconfident and tyrannical leadership, the red of rage, to say.

Red and Blue obv equal Purple, Che’nyas signature color, probably because purple isn’t actually a fucking color. I’m not going to explain the history of purple, but there is not such thing as purple in science, only shades of violet.

Speaking of Pomfieore, the first non dia dreamer group we see, is VIOLET. I said it. (Octavielle is Lavender, so no, not directly purple) Bright Red is Heartstabyl. (Scarabia is Maroon, which is a shade of red, but again, not directly bright red)

Now what I’m going on about here is this: If In the dreams, each dreamers NPC versions of their friends strictly abides by what the dreamer desires them to, how did dream Che’nya not only transfer to both parts of Riddles dream, but also go directly AGAINST the dream and the dreamer?

The dream versions of the others cannot, under any circumstances, break the character the dreamer creates without breaking the dream itself.

We see this in Lilias dream, in Treys, and Deuces. The Senate, Cater and Ace respectively breach the line of what is and isn’t in character for them in the dreamers memory to hold the dreamer within the dream, causing their respective dreamer to wake up sheerly due to the stark contrast.

These characters will go to lengths to keep the dreamer asleep, so how is it that this dream version of Che’nya can do the exact opposite?

And in Treys dream, Che’nya is the only one not practically turned into Eric Cartman variants, which given the fact Cater, certified sweets hater, has too, means that Che’nya, certified sweets stealer, somehow dodged that bullet in Treys subconscious, which breaks the rules set by the dream.

These rules are delicate, seemingly. It takes one too out of character word, one too out of character action to knock the dreamer awake.

So either Trey sees Che’nya as having the self control of a monk (a small scene in manga implies Che’nya steals from the Clovers fridge so often Treys own damn siblings hear the fridge open and assume its him and not their own damn brother, so I doubt that he’d think that) or Che’nya can bypass these rules.

Many of the dreams would have been so much easier if they could conveniently convince the dreamers friends to go up against them for their sake or just to simply help wake them up.

Of all people, the dream version of Ace fucking Trappola actually listening to and abiding by Riddles tyranny and not jumping at the opportunity to S.O.S to Leona, Yuu and co says enough about this as is.

Anyway, what I’m saying here is that Che’nya either got his ass caught, or finally managed to hotwire himself into Silvers UM conga line, which unfortunately left Idia now in Mals notice and Silver becoming more weary from excess UM use.

Just like how the good fairies thought they’d succeeded and jumped the gun with using magic a day early, Chen could have thought that since they made it this far, their clean until further notice, and is gonna feel the hit of it later.

As my phone is dying and I want a fucking nap, this has been Blues randomass rant about Che’nya again.

More at ???? Folks.

[catscraftsandcommentary]

Okay, continuing the idea from this post... (Basically, that the witchers from each school can shift into the animal that their school is named after, but also get some comical/cute traits of that animal.)

The mages didn't intend to create shapeshifters originally, they were mostly just fooling around and seeing what would happen. (With real children, yes they are horrible people.) But then someone found a combination of chaos and genetics that allowed a subject to shapeshift into an animal under certain circumstances. So they went "hey, what else can we do with this?" and on the testing went.

Eventually they thought to send their new experiments up against actual monsters and realized that they had the potential for a magnificent warrior...or minion. Same thing.

Over time, they realized some drawbacks:

The new creatures - dubbed "witchers" and further divided by which creature they could shift into - would first shift into a baby of their species. Not terribly useful.

As the witcher grew in age and chaos ability, so did their animal form...and never seemed to STOP growing. (There was a long argument over whether this was beneficial or not.)

When terribly wounded, the witcher would often change into their animal form, seeming unable to control the change until they healed most of their wounds.

Shifted witchers required both food and magical energy to sustain themselves and their abilities. This made them ferocious against chaos-fueled monsters, as they could absorb the chaos from those they killed, but proved a weakness if they absorbed less chaos than they needed to heal the wounds they had taken.

The full moon, which raised the ambient level of chaos in the world, would force a shift unless the witcher had impeccable control. Even then, it was so-so.

Once shifted, the animal instincts easily overpowered the witcher's conscious mind - at least until they had long practice in controlling themselves. Young cats got the zoomies and old ones took long naps. Wolves played. Vipers sunned themselves. Bears foraged for food or - if it was cold - hibernated.

The mages attempted creating a female bear ONCE. It proved to be their downfall - mama bears do not suffer threats to their cubs.

Now please imagine:

Teeny tiny wolf cubs chasing each other around the training grounds, biting each other's tails and tripping over their new paws.

Master trainers scruffing them and carrying them in an elbow or over a shoulder, while the tiny puppy tail wagged uncontrollably. Teaching them what their new bodies could do, with the teacher the size of a wagon and the students not yet knee high.

Puppies trying to scratch an itch and slowly tipping over.

Adult witchers shifting and cuddling with the students, carrying several on their back.

Ivar, oldest and most powerful of the vipers, is as large as a barn and can hold his entire school in his coiled form - and can swallow most monsters whole.

Vesemir is the size of a shed, and Geralt (twice grassed) and Eskel (incredible chaos) are not much smaller. Lambert is a perfectly normal size, thank you very much...he just looks tiny next to them.

Clothing, armor, and weapons which are crafted from the remains of chaos-fueled monsters (ie, they are inherently magical) CAN shapeshift with the witcher. Mundane items (cotton or wool, iron and plain steel) cannot. They lose more knives that way...

Young witchers learning how to harvest, process, and use various monster bits so they don't shift, shift back, and end up naked or in ruined clothing. (Yes, even the THREAD used to sew the clothing together must come from monsters. It's a pain.)

An old witcher taking the time to relax in their shifted form in the woods and being mistaken for a monster, so a nearby town hires a SECOND witcher to hunt them...bonus points if the second witcher is a friend or lover of the first, who came looking for them. Just walking into a clearing going "really? You know that town is going crazy over a huge monster that's moved in, and here I find you lying around."

(It's Ivar and Keldar. Ivar just laughs. "I ate the only monster last week, while I waited for you." And then he snatches Keldar up and wraps him in his coils.)

@everything-but-the-not-natural I know you were excited about this AU!

[grasshopperdoingdogpaddle]

Repulse the monkey!

Viper striking rock! Cheetah leaping tree! Bear fighting moose! Wolf attacking ox!

Chimp yanking chain! Rooster frying eggs! Dogs playing poker!

Goat Biting Tail! Horse Skipping Pebble! Cat Playing Fiddle! Duck Flipping Burgers!

It's interesting that Chase seems to call out the names of his attack while he's fighting with Omi (either against him or together with him).

And even then, only sometimes. It's not a constant.

Chase doesn't call out any of his attack names during his matches against Guan or Wuya or Hannibal or Jack. Even when he's clearly using his more complex techniques in those fights.

He doesn't call out his attacks against the other Xiaolin monks he fights, either, be it Master Fung or the dragons-in-training.

He just lets out standard grunts there. If anything besides the insults and taunts.

He didn't call out any attacks during his first fights with Omi in his introductory episode.

But he starts doing so in earnest when they spar during their first "lesson" in The Evil Within. Chase calls out attacks in unison with Omi while they're fighting the spiders together, and while they're taking on Jack's evil army together.

And Chase does it when he and Omi are one-on-one during the soccer match.

In his younger days as a monk, he seems to call out attack names more often, like Omi does. But the fact that Chase does it so sparingly now makes it feel like a very deliberate choice when he does.

It seems like Chase is only calling out his attack names during the times when he wants to teach Omi, so Omi has an easier time following along and identifying the moves so he can pick them up properly after Chase's demonstration.

[macknus]

Febuwhump Day Fourteen

Prompt: Becoming the Monster

Happy Valentine’s Day guys!!!

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Whumpee was dragged in by two of Whumper’s dark knights; the soulless demons of men that stood over six-feet tall and were the monsters parents told their children about at night. Inhuman, built by pure muscle and power and spite, like loyal dogs that followed their Master’s commands flawlessly.

Whumpee had fought against them when they came. Thrown himself into the fight, grabbing one of the knight’s giant cleavers and slicing through the only weakness Whumpee knew about in their armour; under the armpit. The black blood from the beast sprayed Whumpee’s face and clothes, choking as the foul stench invaded his senses.

Blinded by the blood, he didn’t see the gauntlet flying for his face until the last second. He dodged but the blow caught his jaw and he went spinning before he fell. He rolled to his stomach groaning as he pushed himself up, but another blow came to the back of his head and he went down. Barely conscious he felt the dark knights grab his arms and drag him to a carriage bathed in black, velvet fabric with a red symbol embroidered into the door.

Whumpee couldn’t even fight as they threw him into the carriage, couldn’t catch himself before he hit the metal grate on the bottom, smacking his temple against it. He groaned again as somebody climbed in behind him and the doors shut behind him.

“Hello Whumpee,” a playful, honeyed voice said above him. Whumpee groaned again. Even in his semi-conscious state, he’d recognise that fucking cultivated voice anyway. The voice of a snake dressed as a dream, a viper in the skin of a man.

“Kaeto?” Whumpee murmured, the world spinning even before the carriage took off on the road.

“Ah, wonderful. The brutes didn’t hit you too hard then. Get up, Whumpee. A man of your breeding shouldn’t be on the ground of a carriage,” he purred.

“I’m fine here, thanks,” Whumpee clipped.

A hand of slim fingers bunched into Whumpee’s shirt and in a flash Whumpee was dragged from the ground and thrown into the plush, crimson seats across from Kaeto. He smiled a vulpine smile, his jaw length white blond hair radiant even in the darkness of the carriage.

“Now. Much better. I can get a look at you,” Kaeto said, his silver eyes searched Whumpee from head to toe. His gaze felt like hands, stroking cold fingers over his body, making sure to dig his nails in when he found something he disapproved of.

“Paint a fucking portrait why don’t you?” Whumpee snarled.

Kaeto’s face remained disgustingly pleasant. He tilted his head to the side as he leaned on his cane, silver cat-like eyes alight with interest.

“You’re thinner since last I saw you, though you don’t seem to have lost your strength. And… your beard,” Kaeto said, his lip curling back with distaste. “Not to worry, a hideous addition that can be swiftly removed. Hmm, maybe a haircut too. And—” Kateo sniffed the air. “Gods, boy, did you sleep with wolves while you were away?”

Whumpee smiled coldly at Kaeto. “Always happy to displease, Kaeto.”

Whumpee glanced at the doors to the carriage, but before he could even form a plan of escape the end of Kaeto’s cane pressed into his chest, pushing him back against the leather. Kaeto’s face didn’t morph from pleasant, but his eyes burned with a sadistic light.

“Do it, boy, I haven’t had the thrill of a chase in a while.”

Whumpee swallowed, his hands tightening into fists at his sides, but he released his fingers and relaxed into the seat and put his hands up.

The crazed light dimmed in Kaeto’s eyes a little, his pupils returning to normal size. He pulled the cane back and put it on the ground. “Hmph. Seems you have learned some things in the wild.”

“I wasn’t in the wild,” Whumpee huffed. “I just wasn’t in Whumper’s dead, stone palace. What does he want with me anyways?”

“You know exactly what he wants, boy.”

Whumpee didn’t flinch or bristle at the confirmation.

“Well my answer remains the same.”

Kaeto let out a melodic laugh that was anything but warm. “Oh, sweetheart,” Kaeto cooed. Whumpee clenched his jaw. “You don’t get a choice this time, I’m afraid.”

Whumpee’s lips curled back. Kaeto laughed again. “You do look like a wild brute when you do that, boy. It’s the dishevelment I think. It gives you a je-ne-sais-quoi.”

“I’m a bastard, remember?” Whumpee snarled. “I can’t inherit his title no matter how much he wants me to.”

Kaeto leaned back in his seat and spread his hands, showing his palms in an almost shrug. “And yet, here we are. In the middle of the Hollows, retrieving you. You were difficult to find, Whumpee, almost as if you were trying to hide from us.”

Whumpee didn’t answer.

Kaeto leaned forward again on his cane. His eyes shining with amusement and something older. Something wiser. “The world works in mysterious ways, bastard. When you live long enough to see it all, there is an intrinsic magic to life.”

“Are you a philosopher now?”

Kaeto smirked. “While looking this good? Absolutely not. I’m far too vain for that, boy, as you well know.”

Whumpee scoffed but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He glanced out the windows of the carriage. Yeah. He knew.

They passed for a while in silence. A furrow formed in Whumpee’s brow as he glanced back at Kaeto. Kaeto never took his eyes from Whumpee while he contemplated quietly. But they lit up when Whumpee turned an inquisitive eye to him, a question under his tongue.

“Would you bow to a bastard, Kaeto?”

“Not one with a beard, boy,” Kaeto replied smoothly.

Whumpee’s eyes narrowed. “I mean it. Would you? If I am to be his heir, that’s what you’ll have to do you know.”

Kaeto’s pupils dilated with interest, until his pupil nearly eclipsed his iris like a terrifying, killer cat. “I have been aware of that since I sensed the power on you years ago, Whumpee. The gods have ordained you to be the heir. How could I, a humble servant, refuse what is divined?”

“You’re far from humble.”

“That’s true.”

“Or a servant.”

“Also true,” Kaeto sighed, scowling. “You couldn’t let me be dramatic for a moment?”

“You’re always dramatic,” Whumpee told him.

Kaeto rolled his eyes. “I didn’t miss your lack of enthusiasm for wordplay. If the future of this court is to be all plain speaking I will have to form a rebellion against your rule.”

Kaeto shot Whumpee a grin, exposing his sharp teeth. Whumpee scoffed and went back to staring out the window. His chest tightened as they passed from the Hollows into the outskirts of the city. Green grass and lush trees with changing leaves gave way to stone and moss and dirt as they past the poorest neighbourhood in the luxurious carriage.

Whumpee scowled as he stared out the window.

How his “father” could let this kind of poverty and sickness run through the most vulnerable of his subjects angered Whumpee. But then again, his father wasn’t known for being warm. Not even to his proper children.

He hated the man, and everything him and his infernal family and court stood for.

That’s why when the carriage stopped and Kaeto stepped out into the courtyard of the palace, Whumpee slammed the door shut and held it tightly in place. He wished there were locks on the inside of this infernal thing. But it didn’t take long for one of the dark knight’s to rip the door open and drag Whumpee out, snarling and kicking and fighting until he was subdued again, this time by Kaeto, whacking the back of his head with a cane. The silver eyed man told him to behave and Whumpee groaned in response.

They brought him straight to the throne room, Kaeto leading the way. They paused outside the doors when they opened and Kaeto stepped through, spreading his arms wide.

“Whumper, my darling friend. I have retrieved your renegade son.”

Whumpee caught a glimpse of Whumper in his throne. He sat more like a rake than a King; half sprawled across it as if he was bored, an elbow rested on the arm of the throne, a fist on his chin, propping his head up as he stared with his midnight eyes at the giant double doors. He had the same wavy, raven coloured hair as Whumpee that fell to just below his chin. The same strong jaw and straight nose.

In fact, many from the court said, Whumpee had more likeness to the King than any of his pure blooded children which served to anger Whumpee’s half siblings to an unnerving degree.

“Bring him in,” Whumper said, his voice deep, apathetic, like a tired God that was bored of life and all it had to offer because he had seen it all. But the moment Kaeto stepped out from in front of Whumpee, Whumpee saw the cruelty that was carved into his father’s face.

He looked at Whumpee with complete disdain, which was saying something since he usually only ever looked disinterested. The king glanced at the dark knights who dragged Whumpee in and held him before the raised dais to the throne.

His father nodded at the knights and they forced Whumpee to his knees in front of Whumper. Whumpee swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to still his racing heart.

“Where have you been, boy?” There was no affection in the question. No love or concern. Simply irritation for having caused so much trouble to be found.

Whumpee didn’t answer.

Whumper’s eyes flickered to Kaeto. “He was deep in the Hollows, your majesty. Hiding amongst the common folk.”

“That is where he belongs after all,” a snide voice interjected from behind. Whumper’s eldest son. In all respects Whumper’s spiritual successor, every bit as cruel, sadistic and evil as his father. And yet, the gods bestowed Whumpee with Whumper’s inheritance. “Isn’t that right, bastard?”

“A coward too,” another voice crooned, this time high pitched and beautiful, like a song floating through the throne room. Whumper’s eldest daughter added.

“Enough,” Whumper grumbled to his children who bowed their heads to him.

“Of course, Father.”

Whumpee rolled his eyes. Whumper snapped his attention back to him and Whumpee had to stop himself from swallowing. He couldn’t show fear. Nor any sort of emotion. Not in this den of vipers.

“Well boy?” Whumper demanded. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Nothing.”

Whumper’s eyes narrowed. He shifted in his throne, sitting up straighter. “I assume that you knew I wanted you home before your twenty-first birthday.”

It wasn’t a question. Whumpee shrugged. “Lost track of time.”

“You arrogant little cunt,” Eldest said, and before Whumpee could reply, Eldest was in front of him. Whumpee’s eyes widened only slightly at his brother’s speed as Eldest lifted his hand to strike him. A hand caught Eldest’s wrist before he could make impact. Eldest whimpered as Whumpee’s saviour dragged him away from Whumpee.

To Whumpee’s surprise it was Whumper himself. “He was disrespecting you, father.”

“I know that,” Whumper growled low. “But discipline of any and all of my unruly children remains with me, boy.”

A thinly veiled threat. Whumpee couldn’t help the satisfied smile that graced his lips when Eldest shot a glare at him.

Whumper squeezed Eldest’s wrist and slammed it back in his chest. Eldest gasped, cradling the injury as he turned back to his sister. “Leave,” Whumper ordered, and the two did, staring murderously at Whumpee as they left.

Whumpee smirked then at Whumper. “When I inherit your crown, will I be able to discipline all your unruly children?”

A slap echoed through the throne room as Whumpee’s head whipped to the side. After a pause of registering he was slapped, did Whumpee feel the coppery tang of blood in his mouth from the smack.

“Petulant child. If you didn’t have a trace of my power when you were born I would have drowned you in the river.”

Whumpee curled his lip back revealing blood stained teeth. “Maybe you should have. It would have saved you a lot of headaches.”

Whumper glared down his nose at Whumpee before his lips broke into a cold, hungry smile. “You have the nerves for the power, at least.”

Whumpee blinked at the praise. His mind going back to how Eldest whimpered and balked at his father’s discipline.

Whumper clapped a hand on Whumpee’s shoulder. “But we both know violence won’t make you accept my legacy, so Kaeto and I came up with a different means to get you in line.”

Whumpee bristled at the mention of the cat-like courtier, who was more subtly sadistic than his father. Whumper’s eyes went over Whumpee’s head to Kaeto behind him.

“You did bring her?” Whumpee stiffened under his father’s hand.

“Of course, Whumper.”

His heart thundered against his chest as Whumper nodded. “Bring her in.”

Whumpee didn’t loose a breath, he didn’t dare a door to the side of the throne room opened. Whumpee turned his head and his heart dropped into a pit of his stomach. He jerked to his feet but Whumper’s hand pressed him back to the ground with ease.

Caretaker was being escorted in by two dark knights on either side of her, dragging her in, a cloth tied tightly around her mouth cut into her cheeks that Whumpee knew would leave bruises as she fought and kicked. Blood streamed down her hairline and from her nose and Whumpee shot up again but he didn’t get further than before, his knees cracked against the marble with such force he thought they would have shattered.

When Caretaker’s eyes met Whumpee’s she stopped walking, but the knights continued to drag her. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at Whumpee, then Whumper then Kaeto and she started screaming profanities at Kaeto as she was dragged closer and closer.

“What’re you— how did you—” Whumpee stammered, his head twisting to see Kaeto leaning on his cane, cat-like eyes bright with satisfaction. “You’re a bastard, Kaeto!”

Whumpee would have lunged at him if he could, but Kaeto just smiled. “Not as much as you, darling boy.”

Whumpee turned back to Whumper, eyes pleading. “She has nothing to do with this! Let her go.”

Whumper put a hand under Whumpee’s chin and tilted his head up further until Whumpee’s neck was strained. “Did you just demand something of me, boy?”

Whumpee’s eyes went to Caretaker as she was dragged up the steps of the dais and wrestled to a kneeling position beside the throne.

“Please!” Whumpee cried. “Please, just… just let her go.”

Whumper tilted his head. His eyes darkened. “And what do I get in return?”

Whumpee’s heart hammered against his throat, his mind racing as he stared at Caretaker who kept trying to push herself to her feet in vain. The knights stood on each side of her, keeping her down.

Whumper let go of Whumpee and stepped back, half turned and walked up the steps to his throne. Whumpee lunged but two gauntleted hands grabbed each of his upper arms and restrained him, keeping him down too.

“The way I see it,” Whumper continued, walking over to Caretaker who glared up at him without fear. God. Whumpee’s heart jumped into his throat as Whumper reached a hand to Caretaker’s hair and stroked her head like a pet. “Either you accept my inheritance, take your place as the next ruler of this kingdom and all that comes with it, or I’ll be forced to incentivise you further.”

Caretaker’s eyes shot to Whumpee’s in shock. He never told her who he was, what he was to Whumper. He wanted to have a normal life with her. To settle down with her. Not… not this.

God, not this.

Whumper sat in his throne again, his hand drifting to the nape of Caretaker’s neck and pinching it. Caretaker cried out, struggling to get away but with her hands tied and the knights holding her down she couldn’t move an inch and neither could Whumpee.

“Come on, boy,” Kaeto crooned, sitting on the steps of the dais now. “Don’t force us to bless this mortal with our gifts.”

Whumpee’s eyes widened. “What?” He whispered.

Whumper smiled coldly at Whumpee. “One of you will be turned today, Whumpee. It’s your decision who that will be.”

Whumpee looked at Caretaker. Caretaker… who smiled at him with so much happiness and joy. Who taught him how to hunt for the stewing kind of mushrooms in the woods. Who taught him about the simple joys in life. Who opened herself up to him, her body to him under the stars by the lake. Who’s eyes twinkled with mischief when she was about to kiss him.

Caretaker who was so full of life.

He wouldn’t let them dull that sparkle in her eyes. In her heart. In her soul.

Caretaker flinched, as if she heard his thoughts. Then her struggles became more forceful and violent.

“Nngh! Nngh! ‘Umpee nngh!”

Kaeto’s eyes gleamed. “You’re doing the right thing, lad.”

“You better fucking watch yourself when I inherit his legacy, Kaeto,” Whumpee growled, struggling against the arms holding him.

“I sleep with one eye open every night, child.” Kaeto purred.

Whumpee turned his glare to Whumper then. “She goes free before we complete the rite.”

Whumper stroked Caretaker’s hair again. “I’m afraid she is the only thing that will ensure you keep your word.”

Whumpee swallowed. “But… when I— she’s human.”

Whumper smiled a rotten smile at him. “From what I’ve heard you two have been intimate already,” Whumper said, and Caretaker’s face flushed the same lethal red as Whumpee’s. “There’s nothing more intimate than being your first drink as a vampire, son.”

Caretaker stiffened. Whumpee turned his head to her, because he had to. He had to see her shivering, trembling as she looked at him now. Like he was a monster. It’s what he would be after all this was over. Just like his siblings. Just like his father and Kaeto.

“I don’t want to feed on her,” Whumpee said, his voice strained. “I’ll only agree to the rite if you bring me other humans to feed on. If you guarantee me her safety. That no harm will come to her.”

Kaeto let out an exaggerated sigh. “Wouldn’t you rather she be your queen? Hmm? Rule eternally by your side?”

“No,” Whumpee said a little too harshly. He turned to Caretaker. “I mean… I wish I could make you my wife, and guarantee your safety by my side forever, but my family… my siblings, you would always be a target. Always be threatened here. To hurt me they’d hurt you.”

Tears streamed down Caretaker’s face as she wept, sniffing, no longer struggling to escape as he spoke so gently to her.

“I love you,” he said. “I love everything you are. I love how you’re smarter than me, and like to let me know it. I love how you sing when you’re picking herbs in the garden.”

He felt his own tears bubble over his eyes as he continued. “I love how kind you are to strangers. How full of life and love and light, and I can’t dim that by locking you away in a black castle like this.”

She shook her head as she wept audibly now, muffled by the gag. “I can’t do that. Not to you. I love you so much that I’m willing to become a monster so you get to live a long, happy life free from court skulduggery and threats around every corner.”

“Nngh,” she cried in reply.

“I’m sorry,” he sniffed and turned back to his father who watched with interest and something unreadable in his face. “I’ll do it as long as she remains human. Before, during and after the blood rite.”

Whumper’s grin exposed his sharp fangs and Whumpee knew he sealed his fate. “Deal.”

*~*~*~*~*

Tag-list: @whump-in-the-closet :)

[cuntyglam]

okay y’all, once the cat viper vs. kyros and duke dogstorm vs. fujitora polls wrap up, two new polls will go up. and then once all the polls on the right side are done, i’ll run the rest of the polls from round two !! i’m not waiting for the second side polls to be done just so there’s not so much time between polls. hope this makes sense !!

there is still time to vote for cat viper vs. kyros, dogstorm vs. fujitora, and all of the polls on the right side !! thank you for all the support on this so far !! all polls are under “#one piece disabled bracket”

[hxney-lemcn]

Jamil:

Genre -🌹

Tropes: ⚔️

Prompts: 😤🙄🤭

Sorry if I messed this up but I hope it's okay. I hope you have a great day!

a/n: thank you for the order! You have a great day too!

tw: none

wc: 0.3k

2k follower event | master list

You hated it. Hated him. Jamil Viper. You had tried getting over him, going on dates with randos that you never went out with twice. It sucked, how whenever you sat across from someone that wasn’t him you wished it was. 

Even worse? 

Now he was pissed at you. For what? You’re not sure, but it was clear as day with the glares he sent your way and his short responses. So you did what any reasonable person would. Confront him.

“Why are you mad at me?” You asked Jamil with a glare. 

“I don’t have time for this,” Jamil huffed, trying to dodge you, but you stood firm, blocking his path by placing your hand on the wall behind him.

“You’re not going anywhere unless you tell me,” You didn’t relent. You were tired of this cat and mouse game.

“I’m not mad,” Jamil glared. “I just think you can choose better people to kiss.” 

Your heart skipped a beat and your face started to feel warm, but you didn’t let yourself lose your composure. Instead, you fell back onto your banter that Jamil seemed to hate so much.

“You want to kiss me so bad you look stupid.”

Jamil’s glare turned sharp, it seemed you hit the nail on the head. He was jealous, and the thought alone made you feel weak. You couldn’t think too hard about it as he pulled you in for a feverish kiss. It wasn’t as controlled as he’d like, his feelings getting the best of him. Nonetheless, it managed to steal your breath away. Once again, you said the first thing that came to mind after pulling away.

“Are you still mad at me?”

Jamil could only roll his eyes before he ducked under your arm and walked away. His last sentence ringing through your head with the thought of his soft lips.

“I can’t stand you.”

[the-flower-ranchers]

Reacting to eachother's skins!

(Tw: Suggestive, swearing. This is not plot related, I just wanted to write this)

Scott's Turn

Scott: "Okay sooooo, this one is from empires, and I can't remember a whole lot about it when I'm on this server, but I think it's a good one regardless. " *He changes his skin to his Chroma outfit. His winner crown of glitter disappears, and his blue jacket changed colors instantly. Rainbow colored nails tipped his fingers. When he opened his eyes, one was a gleaming gold color.* "Cute, right?"

Jimmy: "Just when I thought you couldn't look gayer-" *Scott tosses a pillow at him* "I mean, you still look lovely! I swear-" *shields himself with his wings while laughing*

Tango: "I don't know how you're making all these colors behave, but the outfit really works, man!"

Scott, bowing: "Thanks darling <3"

Jimmy's Turn

Jimmy: "Alright, you thirsty blokes. You win." *Doesn't even change his skin, he just takes off his shirt and puts on his christmas sweater from last year* "Happy?"

Scott, fanning himself: "Very."

Tango: *whistles*

Jimmy: "Shut it, you wanted this."

Tango, breaking the rules and getting up off the couch, circling Jimmy teasingly: "I told you it looked hot~"

Jimmy, covering his shoulders with embarrassment: "Tangoooo, don't talk to me like that- My face gets all red..."

Scott: "Don't stop, Tango. He's like a handsome tomato right now, haha."

Tango's Turn

Tango: "Since neither of you are Hermits, you two are not ready for this."

Jimmy, crossing his arms: "Bring it on! I can't be phased."

*He switches his skin to a familiar form he'd used in Hermitcraft. Framing his usually small figure were dark colored robes. His paws now had powerful claws grounding him, and his tail was studded with stalagmite-like spines. His brilliant orange flames burst into electric blue fire, with the glow of his hair reflecting off the ravanger horns growing from his head. The most jarring new feature were the 3 feet of height he had gained. His dungeon master skin always fit like a glove.*

Scott: "Ohhhhg myyyy goooooood. Tangoooo!!!! You're stunning! I'm-" *Scott choked on his words as he buried his blushing face in his hands* "Keep it together Scott, keep it together-"

Jimmy: "I- I-"

Tango, voice hissing like a viper: "Cat got your tongue, Jimmy?"

Jimmy, barely processing anything: "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck me... Please."

Tango, tail swaying as he leans in: "Sure, handsome~"

Scott, about to pass out, dragging himself over the couch: "I'm turning off the blog, the followers do not need to see this-"

[optreasurecruise]

[dyradoodles]

I love Witcher 3 a whole lot, and witchers in general reminded me of SOLDIER (super enhanced monster hunter with silver hair and cat eyes?? can't imagine how that correlates), so I wanted to try throwing the boys in actual witcher gear! Went with Geralt's default/the Viper set for Seph, plus a cloak. Zack I put in the Master Wolf set for...hopefully obvious reasons lmao Also I know Seph should probably have a second sword but it felt...criminal. So we'll just pretend Masamune can handle both monsters and humans, shhhhh

also before anyone gets technical with me, yes I did make versions where they have accurate yellow witcher eyes. I just wanted to do both LOL

[noa-ciharu]

★·.·´¯`·.·★ master post ★·.·´¯`·.·★

Noa || She/Her || 20+ || Aroace || Fic Writer || Ao3 || Twitter || Bluesky

BSD fanfics:

Fyolai:

Can’t sail under the false colors in shallow waters (Fluff, M rated, 3k)

Crimson snow (Hurt/Comfort, T rated, 7k)

Forbidden fruit is the sweetest (Smut, E rated, 8k)

Fruit on the vine (Angst, Dead Dove, Smut, E rated, 38k)

Five Minutes (Angst, Character Study, T rated, 4k)

Big things come in small packages (Smut, Humor, E rated, 8k)

Gift from the above (Humor, Fluff, T rated, 7k)

Nest is bird’s safe haven but that’s not what wings are made for (Slow Burn, Angst, E rated, 125k)

The first and the greatest punishment for a sinner is a conscience of own sin (Fluff & Angst, Hurt/Comfort, T rated, 7k)

Cup of coffee a day keeps the grumps away (Fluff, M rated, 3k)

Breaking Point (PWP, Humor, E rated, 3k)

Prolonged endurence tames the bold (Sexual content, Drama, E rated, 3k)

White nights, black dawns (Party mission, Drama, E rated, 68k)

Metathesiophobia (Hurt no comfort, Drama, T rated, 6k)

Mistakes make the best teacher (Smut, Fluff, Humor, E rated, 6k)

Primrose Path (PWP, E rated, 4k)

Only remedy for temptation is to yield (Fluff, Sickfic, T rated, 5k)

Terms & Conditions (PWP, E rated, 17k)

Love is four letter cage (PWP, E rated, 8k)

Knocking on heaven's door (Smut, Crack, 4k)

Love costs arm and leg (Humor, Drama, M rated, 8k)

Origin of town bicycle (Crack, Sexual content, 7k)

Sinners make the best saints (PWP, E rated, 10k)

Honeyed taste (Fluff, Humor, M rated, 4k)

Monday’s unraveling (Angst, Sexual content, E rated, 4k)

No greater punishment than condemning man burning with desire to eternal silence (Angst, Smut, Dead Dove, 37k)

Magic in bed is better off staying a metaphor (Humor, M rated, 5k)

Words are a weapon, use them advisedly (PWP, Humor, E rated, 15k)

Phantasm of Touch (UST, M rated, 4k)

Fyosig:

Half truth makes the greatest lie (Angst, Drama, T rated, 9k)

Afterhours (PWP, E rated, 7k)

Beginner's luck (PWP, Humor, E rated, 5k)

Morning light clarifies nothing (Fluff, M rated, 4k)

Curiosity killed the cat (PWP, E rated, 7k)

Thrill of the Gamble (PWP, Drama, E rated, 17k)

Even remedy can be addictive (PWP, Fluff, E rated, 8k)

Pulling a rabbit out of a hat (PWP, Humor, E rated, 13k)

Fyozai:

Everything is fair in love and war (Humor, fyokuni, T rated, 8k)

Fallen from grace (PWP, Dead Dove, E rated, 8k)

To contemplate is to look at shadows (Angst, UST, M rated, 9k)

Quickest way to someone's heart is through their rib cage (Slow Burn, Humor, fem!Fyo, 76k)

Chapter after epoligue (Angst, T rated, 2k)

Siglai:

Under the table (Smut, Humor, E rated, 3k)

Unwinding with a scoop (Smut, Humor, E rated, 8k)

Sigzai:

If there’s a will, there’s a way (Humor, E rated, 5k)

Thirty minutes (Fluff, T rated, 4k)

The Gamble (Character Study, T rated, 1k)

Others:

While the World is burning (fukufyo, PWP, 6k)

Viper in bosom (fukufyo, Angst, Character Study, Smut, 5k)

Written in between the lines (odanog, Angst, 5k)

Testing the waters (Dazai/fem!reader, Fluff, 3k)

Idle mind is the Devil's workshop (Shibufyo, Drama, Slow burn, 11k)

The greatest loss is what decays inside a living one (Fyovan, Angst, 6k)

Precognition (fyosiglai 3some, E rated, 22k)

Obedience is act of faith, disobedience rebel of desperate (Fyovan, PWP, 7k)

Quitting cold turkey only strokes the ego (Fyolai/Fyozai, Humor, Drama, Smut, 65k)

Catharsis of destruction (fukufyo, PWP, 6k)

Reaching towards (Akuatsu, Hurt/Comfort, T rated, 3k)

[rei-ismyname]

The X-Men of Marvel Illustrated

Yeah, yeah, I know. This one is much less male gaze-y than the swimsuit special and has hilarious ads. I think it was a warm-up for the Swimsuit Special tbh.

Bouncing Beast in a shampoo ad. Ultra-X.

Lila Cheney joins a Dazzler show as a special guest, with Cats Laughing supporting. Kitty's having fun.

Festival gig! There's Wolverine on the left with (maybe) Ilyana. Maybe Colossus and Jean or Rachel on the right. A lot of mohawks around - anybody know what that's about?

Polaris and She-Hulk embracing green solidarity is cool, if a little tenuous.

Storm is... flying around with dinosaurs.

Not sure about this. I have to assume Boom Boom is over 18 or she wouldn't be here getting leered at, but I wouldn't put it past either Marvel or Liefield. Cable, you're like 100, what are you doing? Cannonball looks more taken with Tabby's behind than Rictor does. I wonder why.

Cowards! I wanna see Cable in a leopard print string bikini. Very 90s 'humor.' Why does he have a gun as tall as Jubes? Because he's Cable I guess. At least the girls are having fun.

Rachel, Psylocke, Dazzler and Kitty Pryde (plus Lockheed ofc) just kicking it at a waterfall. Rachel is checking out Kitty.

The White Queen and a bunch of villains I don't care about. Viper bought a gun along too, and Emma doesn't need one. This is pretty close to her usual clothes.

Lastly, an advertisement for the Yellow Pages featuring Magneto, lol. Cape game immaculate, as usual. I like to imagine that this is real in universe. Like he walked into wherever and said 'I want to be in a magazine. Make it so or feel the wrath of the master of Magnetism etc.' There's a lot going on here, but primarily Mags being as dramatic as possible.