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Tatsuya Endo sir im willing to do anything to watch Code White without needing to go to Japan or pirate it please plEASE PLEASE YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I NEED THAT FAMILY LIKE I NEED AIR
#IM GOING INSANE I KEEP REWATCHING THE TRAILER IT'S NOT FAIR WHY DO THE GREAT STUFF LIKE THIS NEVER GETS A THEATRICAL RELEASE OUTSIDE JAPAN#I WANNA WATCH IT I NEED MY FAMILY WHOM I LOVE MORE THAN ANYTHING PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE#i am full of so many thoughts and imploding#someone send help#sxf code white#rambles
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Hugging Preferences.
Chrollo is a deeply possessive man. His destitute upbringing taught him that anything valuable would be eyed, coveted, and potentially stolen. While he doesn’t view you as an object, suppressing this belief system doesn’t come naturally. You’ll notice his demeanor is softer in private but more handsy in public. Specifically, he likes pulling you into a side hug. This amorous display makes it clear to everyone that you’re unavailable. Depending on the situation, it isn’t always a full-blown hug; he’s content with having his hand on your waist when walking together. This serves the additional purpose of granting him peace of mind. It’ll be easier to move you out of harm’s way should his many enemies ever strike.
Satoru couldn’t be normal about you if he tried. If you’ve been separated for any length of time, the instant he lays eyes on you, you’re getting scooped up and spun around. You’re held hostage until his demands are met (the ransom ranging from kisses to mushy declarations of your undying love). And yes, he will do this in front of others. Little Megumi once started walking himself home after witnessing Satoru’s flagrant disregard for public decency. Theatrical as his actions may come across, there’s a real sense of relief on his part. He doesn’t have to be the strongest, the pride of the Gojo clan, or anything else around you. You’re truly the closest thing to heaven on earth.
Despite his vehement denial, physical affection flusters Scaramouche. He isn’t used to it. Being around you makes him feel all weird and warm, like his cognition’s malfunctioning. This doesn’t mean he’s opposed to your touch, but it’s a struggle. Insecurities and doubts plague him. Attachment is a frightening thing, especially after the abandonment he’s experienced. He’s most honest with his desires when asleep. He reaches out subconsciously, his countenance contorting in displeasure until you’re securely in his grasp. Scaramouche clings to you throughout the night. Come morning, mortification settles in. You’re quite literally caged in his embrace. He’ll rapidly shoot out excuses, his face red as a cherry, failing to realize he still hasn’t released you. This doesn’t help strengthen his arguments.
Blade is more touchy-feely than one might expect. He’d gone so long without positive emotions, but that changed with your debut into his life. If you’re both in the same area, there’s a 90% chance he’s fighting the urge to just… squeeze you. It’s akin to cute aggression. You enter his line of sight and his dopamine skyrockets. The first few times this happened, he mistook the rush for an onset of mara, it’s that intense. There’s little indication of this inner battle from his body language — he appears as apathetic as ever. When you turn your back to him though, he pounces, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your head. Good luck getting anything done because he’s here to stay.
#i love feral men..............................#chrollo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#scaramouche x reader#blade x reader#hxh x reader#jjk x reader#genshin impact x reader#hsr x reader#chrollo brainrot#scaramouche brainrot#gojo brainrot#blade brainrot#my stuff#concepts
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It took four calls before Lena answered. It crawled across her side table, vibrating angrily like some persnickety insect until she gave it the attention she wanted.
You could just turn it off.
“What do you want, Danvers?”
Alex’s voice was thick.
“We can’t find Kara.”
Lena let out a slow, long, theatrical sigh. “So now you’re accusing me of crimes over the phone. At least your ex had the courtesy to cuff me in person.”
Alex’s patience was clearly short enough, and wearing thinner.
“I’m not calling you to accuse you. I’m calling you to ask for help.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Because she’s burned out her powers and we can’t find her, Luthor. Supergirl is missing and she’s powerless.”
Lena licked her lips.
“Is this some kind of weird test to see if I’ll try to kill her? An entrapment scheme or something?”
“First of all,” said Alex, “fuck you.”
“Mutual,” said Lena. “What was the second part?”
“The second part is that I know you. I know you’re pissed off at her. I also know that you don’t react the way you’ve acted because your BFF lied to you, Lena. Just like I know that buying a $875 million company isn’t what friends are fucking for.”
“I’m sure I have no idea what you mean,” Lena snapped.
“Right. Help us find her.”
“No,” Lena said, coolly. “Goodnight, Director.”
Lena stabbed the end call key with her finger, resolving to herself that L-Corp was going to release a smart phone that made it more satisfying to hang up on people.
Then she very pointedly did not go out looking for Kara. Instead, she boiled water for tea, and spread open a technical journal on her lap.
After ten minutes, she had not drunk the tea, and her attention was sliding off the abstract like the wrong end of two magnets jammed together. Rubbing at her eyes, she decided she’d had too long a day for even light reading, and decided to enjoy a news broadcast with her tea.
Of *course* the lead story was Supergirl. She tried putting on the Lakehawks game, but that had been preempted for Supergirl coverage.
She turned to the science channel. Oh, of course they’d decided that tonight was the night to premier some ridiculous companion documentary for the World of Krypton exhibit running downtown at the convention center, and of course Lena works tune in right as Kara appeared on screen, grinning ear to ear as she charitably gave some literal kid reporter the interview of her lifetime, fielding softball questions about her dead planet.
“What do you miss most?” the kid asked.
Lena saw it, saw it the way only someone who knew Supergirl was just Kara Danvers, the nerdy, dorky, kinda basic goof in a pompous costume, could. The flash of real pain in the hero’s eyes, the softness in her voice, like she was apologizing for the honest of her answer.
“Red sunrises,” said Kara.
Lena threw the teacup across the room, and it shattered across the screen, leaving the dregs tricking down the surface. Lena wished the TV had been knocked out, but the screen was shielded by a transparent aluminum she’d invented herself.
So she changed the channel, just in time to get a face full of The Princess Bride, just as Buttercup was shoving a then-disguised Westley down the hill as he shouted the line the revealed his identity.
“Oh fuck you all,” Lena muttered, as she scooped her keys from the kitchen counter.
Lena decided it was a night for subtlety, so she took the BMW, driving with the top down and and her phone in her jacket pocket, so she could feel it if someone called.
Lena drove for the better part of an hour, reflecting on the absurdity of simply looking for Kara in a sprawling city; National City had about two thirds the population of Metropolis, but it covered nearly four times the land area and was surrounded by sprawling suburbs that extended the entire metro area to the size of a small state.
This was hopeless, unless Lena knew where to go.
You know what you have to do. You know what you’ve always had to do.
Kara answered on the third ring.
“Hi.”
Her voice was tiny and small, and Lena felt like she was clutching some small fragile thing to her cheek.
“Hey,” she said, with all the softness she could muster with the top down. She pulled to a stop on the side of Ocean Avenue so she could soften it further. “I heard what happened.”
“I beat the monster.”
“I know,” said Lena. “You always do. Where are you, Kara?”
There was a beat of silence.
“I don’t know who out you up to this, but you don’t have to do it, Lena. I know how you feel about me now.”
No, you fucking don’t, Lena thought, before she could silence her own frantic mind. If you knew you wouldn’t have lied to me.
“Tell me where you are.”
“I’m where I belong,” Kara sighed, the hint of slurring in her words hinting that she’d been drinking.
Then she hung up.
A wave of anger welled in Lena’s chest, and she clenched her teeth, seizing the shift lever to throw the car in drive and head home; Kara and her sister could handle their own bullshit.
She didn’t drive home.
Lena arrived at the convention center in a frantic five minutes, parking crazily in a towing zone. Finding a way in took another few minutes, and soon the flat soles of her tennis shoes were squeaking as they echoed across the polished granite floors of the lobby.
She found Kara in the exhibit, surrounded by quiet, dark displays as she stood in front of a bannered exhibit proclaiming “RAO, THE SUN OF KRYPTON”.
Kara ignored Lena as she approached, tipping back a sloshing, mostly empty bottle of Jack Daniels to take a hearty gulp.
“Kara?” said Lena.
Kara swayed slightly on her feet. She’d gotten a raincoat somewhere and put it on over her suit, cape and all, and even from a distance she stank of whiskey. She was staring at the display in front of her, an expansive orrery surrounding a lit model of Rao. Lena had never seen her so haggard, even her lustrous hair limp sallow.
“Hi,” Kara said, taking another drink.
“What are you doing?”
“Chasing a red sunrise.”
Lena approached slowly, until they stood side by side.
She stole a quick glance. Kara had a black eye and she was swaying slightly, and Lena wasn’t sure if it was from the booze or the fight. She started to take another drink.
Grasping the bottle by the neck, Lena took it from her. Kara didn’t resist as Lena tipped back a long pull on the bottle herself. It offended her palate in every possible way but one, but it was a good way to numb herself.
“Alex send you?”
“No,” said Lena. “She just had to tell me. She knew I’d send myself.”
“Why?”
“Because she’s a lot more observant than you are.”
Kara studied her for a moment, then reached for the bottle back.
Lena looked at it. “How much of this have you had?”
“Not enough,” said Kara, taking another drink.”
“If you insist on destroying your liver, at least let me give you something that actually tastes good.”
“It all tastes like paint thinner,” said Kara.
Lena sighed. “Get in the car.”
Kara shrugged and followed Lena out, flopping extravagantly in the passenger’s seat. Lena drove in silence, using the excuse that the wind noise made it too hard to talk.
When they arrived at Lena’s apartment, she practically shoved Kara inside, and poured the rest of the swill down the drain.
“Hey,” Kara muttered.
“There’s still some of your clothes in the guest bedroom. Take that damned suit off and put on something else.”
Kara complied, trudging into the bedroom. She emerged a moment later, looking small and sad with her hands tucked up inside an oversized hoodie, wobbling giving Lena a glassy look.
As she sat down, Lena handed her a glass of wine and perched on the edge of the couch cushion beside her, gently pressing an ice pack to her eye. Kara leaned into it and let out a soft, unsteady sigh.
“Pain hurts,” she observed.
“It’ll do that.”
Then she went quiet, sinking into Lena’s couch with Lena’s ice pack pressed to her face. Lena stepped into the kitchen and pulled out her phone. Alex answered immediately.
“I have her.”
“Thank God. I’ll be over to get her in a few minutes.”
“No you won’t,” Lena sighed.
Alex didn’t answer her for a too-long pause.
“Yeah. Call me in the morning.”
“Will do.”
Kara had found the wine bottle when Lena came back, and was taking a drink form it. Lena sat down next to her and took it, drawing on it hard before passing it back.”
“What now?” said Kara.
“Is the ice still cold?”
“Yeah.”
Kara curled up next to Lena, bringing her legs up, her toes wiggling in empty air. Lena sighed and found her a blanket, spreading it over her too carefully.
As soon as Lena sat down, Kara spread the blanket over her, too, and Lena noticed that her absurd body heat hadn’t abated from the loss of her powers.
“You have tea on your TV,” Kara observed.
“Yeah,” said Lena.
It took her a few minutes to find something on television that wasn’t Supergirl or The Fox and the Hound.
(Fucking seriously?)
Nature documentaries were Kara’s kryptonite, to turn a phrase, and soon she was sleeping on Lena’s shoulder, the ice bag fallen into her lap. Lena stared down at the soft features of the surpassingly lovely little goddess snoozing against her and couldn’t help it anymore.
She started to weep softly, her shoulders hitching as she struggled to stop it, knowing the attempt was hopeless.
It got worse when Kara began to purr, a deep and soothing rumble in her chest that seemed to seep into Lena’s bones. After a moment she realized that Kara was crying too; she’d woken up.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I’m so fucking sorry, Lena. I can’t… I can’t breathe I’m so sorry. I lost my red sunrise. I can’t lose you too. I’ll do anything. Please let me make it up to you I promise I will, please.”
Lena shifted to a more comfortable position, known this was it for the night, that something had shifted. No, shattered. She was tired of being angry, of being afraid, if thinking of could-have-beens and come-what-mays. Yes, Kara had lied. Lena had lied. They’d kept secrets and been stupid and and they’d hurt each other, but nothing in the world, no principles or closely held rules or petty anger would justify watching her suffer like this.
She was careful as she cupped Kara’s jaw, avoiding the injury, feeling a flash of rage at whoever had done this to her. (That his ass had been throughly kicked by an angry Kryptonian was irrelevant; her vengeance would not be forestalled.)
The kiss was quiet and gentle, at once too soft and quick, more request than declaration, and Kara swiftly answered with one so fierce and honest and hopeful that Lena didn’t care that Kara’s mouth tasted like whiskey and wine.
When it was over, Lena found herself whispering, “As you wish.”
#supercorp#supergirl fanfiction#supergirl#supercorp fanfic#lena luthor#kara danvers#kara x lena#karlena#supergirl fanfic#ficlet#literally made myself cry#angst#angst with a happy ending#happy angst#“hangst as it were#Kryptonians can purr#not canon compliant
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Taboo
Rhys x Reader
Word Count: 1K
Warnings: 18+ only, smut, pwp - seriously this is pure filth, light spanking, magic blindfold, fingering, anal play (butt plugs + lube used ~ let's not question where they came from)
You’d never get bored of your mate. How could you? After all, he was the most handsome High Lord.
But, after many years together, you wouldn’t shy away from the rare opportunity to try something new together.
A certain taboo desire had been plaguing your mind lately, it was relentlessly haunting your dreams at night.
You finally got the courage to talk about that desire, that want, with your mate - Rhys. When you uttered the words, he responded with a positively feline grin, “Oh Y/N darling, I thought you’d never ask.”
And so, you were stripped bare, lying stomach-down on your bed with your legs spread wide apart.
Rhysand, always one for theatrics, had you blinded with the use of his powers - heightening all your other senses. You could hear every moment he made as he padded around the room.
“Look at you.” Rhys drawls. You feel his warm hands caressing your ankle. “I truly am the luckiest male alive.” His hands slowly trace along the back of your calf, grazing up your thighs until they rest on the curve of your buttock. He rubs your skin softly, sending a wave of goosebumps up your spine. You shiver in anticipation. “You’re exquisite,” Rhys murmurs.
The warmth of his gentle touch is removed.
Smack.
You feel the sting of his palm making impact. You gasp in surprise and slight pleasure as you feel your skin heating up, all the blood rushing to the surface.
Rhys resumes his soothing strokes, easing the pain, before his palm finds its mark again on your other cheek.
Smack.
You press your face into the mattress, muffling your yelp.
“You’re so good for me,” Rhys says. You can’t help but moan as he once again caresses your skin tenderly. “Are you sure about this darling?” Rhys asks.
You lift your head off the bed to speak, “Yes, I want this.”
Rhys hums as his hands rove your backside. One hand lingers along your upper thigh while the other traces teasingly along your exposed slit.
Rhys dips a finger inside, discovering your growing wetness. He chuckles darkly, “Oh you’re almost ready my dear, this won’t take much at all.”
He inserts two digits all the way inside you, pumping a few times before curling them downwards, hitting that sweet spot and making your toes curl. You sink your teeth into the bedding as his fingers continue to work that spot, wringing pleasure from you. You claw at the sheets as a string of moans escapes your lips.
Smack.
His other hand once again drives home into your flesh as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. You writhe underneath his touch - total putty in his palms as he delivers you both pleasure and pain.
Rhys pounds relentlessly into your sweet spot. Very quickly, the darkness is replaced by stars as you find your release. Rhys growls as you ride out the waves of your high.
“Good girl,” he hums approvingly. “I think you're ready now.”
You feel his weight shifting behind you as you hear a bottle unscrewing and thick liquid being poured.
“Okay, I’ll start very slowly, let me know if it’s too much.”
You feel something cool and firm pressing against your back entrance. You gasp as it pushes into you slowly, your hole stretching around it.
“Yes, you’re doing so good, just a little bit more.”
You moan as you feel the fullness settling, and the movement stops, leaving a delicious pressure in its place.
“How’s that, darling?” Rhys asks you softly.
“It’s - really good,” you moan, losing yourself in the feeling.
Your stomach clenches as Rhys starts to move the plug at a steady pace, your hole stretching and relaxing.
“You took that so well, shall we try something bigger?”
“Mmmmm, yes Rhys.” He carefully removes the plug and you feel at a loss without the fullness.
You hear more liquid pouring and once again feel that cool pressure, stretching you a little bit more than before. You moan again as the larger plug fits into place with little resistance.
“How does that one feel?” Rhys asks.
“Ohhh gods, that's so good,” you gasp, struggling to speak.
“It's about as wide as me darling, do you want to try that tonight?”
“Yes Rhys, oh, please, I need more.”
“Okay, we’ll go slowly.” Rhys removes the second plug and your hole clenches around nothing. You hear more liquid pouring, this time followed by something warm pressing against your rear entrance.
“Relax darling, you’re doing so good.” Rhys pushes inside you and you feel yourself stretching around him. He lets out a low growl as he bottoms out. “Are you okay, dear? Can we keep going?” He asks gently.
“Please, fuck me, Rhys.”
He obliges, thrusting in and out, slowly at first so you get used to the depth before he picks up the pace.
Skin slaps as he slams into you. Rhys grunts softly with each thrust, you continue to moan into the mattress, loving the full feeling of his cock inside your ass.
Panting, Rhys grips your hips, chasing his release. He hits that peak, moaning loudly as he comes undone inside you. His thrusting slows, he breathes unevenly as he comes down from his high.
Rhys pulls out, and lies beside you, pulling you into his chest to spoon you. He removes his dark magic slowly, so as not to shock you. As your vision returns, you see his beautifully content face smiling as you.
“I thought that we’d have more resistance there,” He chuckles, pulling you tight against his chest and placing a tender kiss on the top of your head.
You hide your face against him, not sure how to feel about it being so - easy.
“Don’t be embarrassed darling, I’m actually very impressed with you.” Rhys grabs your hand, pulling it to his lips and giving it a kiss. “You’re incredible, my love.”
You sigh as you settle into your mate, feeling at ease.
#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#acotar fic#rhys acotar#rhys x reader#rhysand x reader#rhys smut#rhysand#rhysand smut#acotar smut#acomaf
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𝒜 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇
Pairing: Lucifer x Fem!Reader
Summary: Helping Angel from getting a beating to entering a hotel and meeting someone who you will become close with.
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: A few profanities.
Note: I hope y’all like it.^^
𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟧
Upon waking, you remained in bed gazing at the ceiling, a heavy sigh escaping your lips as memories of the previous day flooded your mind. Thanks to the unexpected knocks at the door, you were spared from whatever could have happened to you. Feeling drained and exhausted, you debated whether to get up or spend the day in bed.
The thought of Lucifer, with his charming quirks and ever-changing moods, occupied your thoughts. His dramatic flair and playful silliness were endearing, and you found comfort in the way he could seamlessly transition from theatrics to vulnerability. It was as if he wore his emotions like a costume, revealing different facets of himself with each passing moment.
But then there was Val—the unspoken shadow that lingered. You hadn’t confided in Lucifer about what happened with Val, even though your conversations had grown more frequent. Perhaps it was fear or hesitation that held you back. The hotel had become a sanctuary for you, a place where you felt safe and loved. The idea of making it your permanent home was something you were seriously considering.
You decided to rise from your bed and go brush your teeth. After getting dressed, you approached the door and found Lucifer on the other side, his hand poised to knock. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes. His greeting was as theatrical as ever, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“Hi there, good morning!” His voice danced through the air, and he lowered his raised hand to rest on his cane. “I was wondering when you were coming out.” His smile was contagious, and you felt a warmth settle in your chest.
“Hey,” rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “I was torn between staying in bed and facing the day.” The events of yesterday still weighed on you, but Lucifer’s presence offered a welcome distraction.
“How’s everyone?” you asked, curious about the others. *Were they still gathered around the breakfast table?*
“They’re all downstairs,” Lucifer extended his arm toward you. “Come on, let’s head down together.” His offer was both gallant and inviting, and you hesitated only for a moment before linking your arm with his.
The kitchen buzzed with activity as you and Lucifer descended the stairs. All eyes turned toward you, their gazes curious and knowing. You released Lucifer’s arm, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes—a choice between companionship and uncertainty.
The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for your next move. Angel’s grin widened, mischief dancing in his eyes. He’d been waiting for you, and his excitement was palpable.
“Hey, toots!” Angel’s voice cut through the air, brimming with excitement. His plate was still half-full, and he gestured for you to take a seat. “I was waiting for ya.” His grin was infectious, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of belonging.
Lucifer, however, wore a different expression. His playfulness had given way to something more serious—a shadow that clung to his features. “Well,” he said, his voice low and measured, “I’ll let you have your breakfast. Enjoy.” With a wink, he turned and left, leaving you with a flutter of uncertainty.
You took a seat at the table, the chair’s familiar creak a reminder of the day’s predictability. The plate in front of you was a colorful array of breakfast delights, but the food seemed tasteless compared to the richness of your inner turmoil.
“Good Morning, Y/N!” Charlie’s voice, bright as the morning sun, cut through the haze of your thoughts. Her smile was infectious, a beacon of warmth in the coolness of the kitchen.
“We were just about to head out of the kitchen, except for Angel, of course,” she added, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.
“Well, hope you enjoy your breakfast,” Charlie said, her cheerfulness wrapping around you like a comforting shawl. She waved and headed out with Vaggie, their departure a whirlwind of motion and soft laughter. One by one, everyone else followed, leaving you in the quiet company of Angel and the subtle scent of morning coffee.
Angel leaned in, his eyes twinkling. “I see he went to get ya,” his tone conspiratorial. “You still think he doesn’t like ya in a way, toots?” His words caught you off guard, and you fumbled for a response.
“I mean,” you stammered, your cheeks flushing, “just because he seeks me out doesn’t necessarily mean he likes me.” But deep down, you wondered. Perhaps Lucifer’s theatricality masked something more profound.
Angel’s mischievous grin widened as he leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. “Well, toots, if you ask me, I think he likes you.” His words hung in the air, and you couldn’t help but feel a flutter of hope.
“Well, I guess, but still Angel,” You toyed with your food, torn between Angel’s playful assertion and your own reservations. Angel’s next words caught you off guard. “If you let him he’ll fuck you.” The shock of it made you gasp, and you playfully swatted his shoulder. “Angel,” you protested, cheeks flushing, “How can you say that? You know I can’t fuck Charlie’s dad for fucks sake.”
Angel’s laughter echoed through the kitchen, a sound that seemed to mock the gravity of your thoughts. “Who said you can’t,” he said between bites of his toast, “I mean, we’re in hell, toots.” His casual dismissal of the norms made you roll your eyes in playful exasperation.
“I did, Angel,” you retorted, taking a sip of your juice. It was a small act of defiance against the chaos that surrounded you.
“Well, that’s you who is putting that in the way then, toots. No one else is,” Angel replied, leaning back with the confidence of someone who had never let convention dictate his desires.
His words gave you pause. The idea of being with Lucifer wasn’t unappealing, but it came with a role you hadn’t considered—becoming Charlie’s stepmother. The thought was daunting, yet not without its charms. *How would it be to step into such a role? To be a part of their family?*
As you finished your breakfast and made your way across the lobby, your mind was focused on the day ahead with Angel. You had plans to explore the city, enjoy the sights, and revel in each other's company. Little did you know, Lucifer was watching your every move, his determination to break the contract with Valentino was palpable, a silent battle waged behind those enigmatic eyes.
Lucifer’s mind churned with possibilities. He’d explored every avenue, dissected every clause, seeking a loophole that would free you from the binding pact. Uncertainty gnawed at him, but he had a plan. *Would his plan succeed, or would it unravel like smoke in the infernal winds?*
⭐️𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈⭐️ ⭐️𝒩𝑒𝓍𝓉⭐️
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SONIC AU COLLISION: ROUND 1
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Inkwell AU belongs to @xx-disco-inferno-xx [link to info & character design]
Robotnik Manor belongs to @taylanix [link to masterpost]
Explore each world below the cut!
Inkwell AU:
Shadow was created in the Sonic universe equivalent of the 30s after a deal Gerald made with Black Doom. In exchange for only an explanation of what he was doing (he pinkie promised), Black Doom offered to help with Gerald's development of the bioweapon GUN had commissioned him to create.
Gerald had made several cartoon drawings of a Mobian hedgehog to cheer up his granddaughter, Maria, since she was confined to her room due to a severe immune deficiency. These doodles caught Black Doom's eye, and he brought one to life, creating Shadow, a living toon made out of ink, and completing Gerald's project.
He eventually found out that it was impossible for Shadow to host bacterial or viral life, while the toon befriended Maria by slipping under her door to visit her, and took a little bit of Shadow's ink to study it as a possible cure for her disease. GUN found out about this theft and raided Gerald's work, killing everyone there and sealing Shadow in an ink jar to be put in storage.
70 years later, Dr Eggman finds Shadow and releases him, triggering events similar to SA2. Instead of using the ARK, though (since it doesn't exist), Shadow simply threatens to turn off the sun (toon abilities), and breaks the moon in half as a display of power rather than it being blown in two by the Eclipse Cannon. The only reason his redemption was possible was because he has a theatric streak a mile wide, giving Team Sonic the chance to get through to him.
Black Doom is revealed to have been the one who messed with Shadow's memories in hopes of him destroying the Earth, and since that didn't work out, he just came back with the Black Comet to do it himself. Super Sonic and Super Shadow work together to defeat Black Doom and destroy the Black Comet (instead of Final Hazard), and Shadow turns into a pile of ashes upon reentry into the atmosphere, seemingly dying.
(Spoiler alert: he didn't.)
Dr Eggman eventually finds him as a puddle of ink and has him redrawn, bringing him back to life, but without a lot of his memories.
Robotnik Manor:
Robotnik Manor is a horror au. Shadow is a paranormal investigator that has taken it upon himself to figure out the disappearances of a group of people he was close to when in college. The surrounding town has rumors as to what has happened and have learned to never visit the Robotnik Manor as people say it's cursed. The curse rumor is a basic one where once you go in you will never be seen again. Main cast includes Shadow, Nicky (Sonic), Rouge, Amy, Cream, Knuckles, Silver, Blaze, and Maria. Everyone besides Shadow has disappeared due to the manor.
#sth#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sonic fancomic#sonic art#sonic fanfiction#sonic au#sonic alternate universe#sonic au collision#collision: round 1#world: inkwell au#world: robotnik manor
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Aries Full Moon Talon Abraxas
Now that the eclipses are finally over, we can lean into the first full moon of fall. And it won’t disappoint in the drama department. If theatrics are what’s desired, then an Oscar is coming your way. October 17’s full moon in Aries is going to bring you chills, thrills and messiness. We might even get whiplash from the twists and turns this lunation brings our way. Be forewarned: The full moon is coming in hot!
Since the blood moon rises in the zodiac sign Aries, it will make us powerful and assertive — especially since the lunation connects with the action planet Mars, expansive Jupiter and transformative Pluto. All these planets, combined with the moon, will push us to move forward with our lives. Since the eclipses, we may have been stuck contemplating, resolving matters or elevating situations. The full moon gives us the drive and determination to make the necessary changes to release the garbage standing in our way towards attaining greatness. To paraphrase Sabrina Carpenter, it'll be hard for us to relate to desperation, as we will be bold and defiant.
The full moon is going to be intense. A lot of residual emotions that have been lingering in our hearts over the past several months will finally come out. This isn't a time in which we’ll want to hold back. We may over-express ourselves and say things we might regret. Don't allow yourself to get caught up in the should-haves, could-haves and would-haves you’ll feel during the blood moon. Everything you express and let out is part of the universe's divine plan to help you move into a better state of being. It may not feel like it when it's occurring, but it’ll allow us to evolve and transcend on a better path.
Later in the day, Venus enters fiery Sagittarius. The planet of love, confidence and money-shifting signs will infuse us with the passion and desire to improve our situations. We will no longer feel as though we have to hide from facing reality. We’ll march towards realness and certainty with strength and ferocity. We might decide to take steps towards rebuilding our foundation and creating a better sense of self due to Venus in Sagittarius adding an adventure to our sphere and allowing us to see that the possibilities in which we proceed are endless as long as we do so with optimism in attaining our goals.
The first matter of business is changing the dynamic with ourselves. Being the first sign of the zodiac gives Aries self-reliance and confidence; therefore, it's time for us to reshape how we treat and talk to ourselves. Stating positive affirmations in front of a mirror and stopping negative self-talk is essential. Choose words that describe how incredible you are. Repeat this activity twice a day to comprehend the goodness and positivity running through your body. The objective is to start practicing a more tender and loving way of caring for ourselves, and doing this practice will help.
The next step is making a list of what is serving us and what is not. Anything or anyone that falls short of fabulous should be cut. We are focusing on what is incredible and extraordinary about ourselves and how we can bring that energy into our lives, so ridding ourselves of those people and situations that are creating negativity or holding us back is essential to our growth as individuals.
Lastly, don’t forget to satisfy the urges of your inner child, and be aware that the Aries full moon might bring up more issues from our youth. To deal with these sentiments, we must indulge our personalities' fussy and temperamental sides. Treat yourself to something enjoyable that you've always wanted to do. If you plan on having a day for yourself, make sure you have arts and crafts or other hobbies available to satisfy your curiosity. With time, your inner child will thrive when confronted with situations that trigger it.
As always, giving yourself the love and light you deserve is essential. Be kind and gentle to your tender heart, and allow yourself to be vulnerable. Letting out your feelings will benefit you so don't hold them in. Allow yourself the energetic release you need. -Refinery29.
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scars ☆
jj maybank x fem!reader.
warnings: abuse, bruises, the nickname baby is used, talk of sadness and depression and not being happy with life.
words: 1,088.
summary: jj comes to you after a blow out with his father. you clean his bruises as well as clean his awful mindset he has on life.
request? no.
a/n: hi. i’m back from the dead hello. i got a lot of stories planned.
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you hear light taps from your window. you lift from your bed to crack it open. you weren’t expecting to see jj today. he climbs in and immediately settles onto your bed. he flops down dramatically and you can’t help but giggle from the theatrics. “hi jj” you coo softly. “hi baby” his response is quiet. your room is lit by a small lamp, you can’t even make out jjs features so you close the window, and intend to turn the light on. jj grabs your arm however, and you halt.
“can you just lay with me for a second?” his tone stings at your heart and you can tell something is wrong. “yea, of course jj. anything.” you hop into the bed, and immediately cradle at his side. he’s laying on his back. “do you want me to sit on top, or do you want to spoon?” you question. he hesitated. “you can cuddle me however you’d like baby. i’ll enjoy it all the same.” you nod. his mood seemed off, as well as his tone. you didn’t want to rush into it and upset him, but you did want to get to the bottom of it. you choose to spoon him, this moment feeling intimate and full of love. you place your hand on his heart; it beating rapidly.
you cup his face, you feel tears as well as a slight pulse in his eye. you stand up quickly, running to the light switch. when you turn around, his face is bloody and bruised. your heart sinks and you feel a pain that’s so indescribable but completely deadly. your lips are flat lined and a huge range of emotions release. you shake your head, a tear already threatening to spill. he’s silent, and avoids eye contact. you’ve been here before, never this bad. nonetheless, you have a routine.
you go to your bathroom. you grab the first aid kit, wet a cloth, and grab everything you need to stitch him up. you walk back and sit on the bed, your back to the wall. he, like a hurt puppy, follows every instruction you give. “come here jj, let me help you.” he hates when you see him like this, but he doesn’t have anyone else who would do what you do. if he did go to anyone else, he wouldn’t feel great forcing his trauma on others. “what happened baby? who hurt you?” your words are soft and you want nothing more than to cradle him and take his sorrows away.
“my father. who would have guessed? i’ll be alright. i’ll walk it off.” you investigate his wrist for any damage, you don’t see any, so you give it a flick. “no that’s not how it works jj, and you know it.” he frowns, “i wish it was.” you give him reassuring rubs on his back. he’s sitting up, and facing you. his hands rest on your knees, and he anxiously rubbing them. “i know baby, i wish these moments didn’t impact us, but they do. and we learn to take it in, and let it go.” you dab the wash cloth on his face, to get the dried blood. “did you walk here?” you question. “more like ran.”
you sigh, you reach for his tank top, urging to pull it off. he complies easily letting you swipe it off his back. his chest isn’t bad, mainly his face that held a black eye and cuts, from his fathers ring. “how you feeling?” you continue the routine of fixing him up. you’ve gotten good at it. he hums, before starting. “you say you always want me to be honest?” you nod, “yes. i want you to be fully honest with me.”
“well. honestly? i’m not doing great. i don’t want to put this all on you but i just, i don’t know why i’m here?” you question him, “why you’re here?” he continues, “why am i forced to live dealing with an abusive father, being broke, having everyone against me?” he breathes deeply, his emotions overcoming him, “no matter what i do, i loose.” you hate seeing him like this. “jj, please. i love you so much. and i don’t want to loose you. i know it’s hard. it’s so heartbreaking to see you in this condition. physically, mentally, it does damage. i can’t ever know what it’s like to be in your shoes.” you pull him into a hug and he squeezes you tight.
“please.. stay strong for me. i need you to come to me if you ever feel this way. talk about it, write it, scream it, all of the above. i want you to have an outlet to let these emotions out so they don’t consume you.” he pulls you in for a passionate kiss filled with love. tears are streaming down both yours, and jjs face. you struggle to suppress the whimpers coming from you. “can you promise you’ll come to me if you ever feel that way?” he nods, “i promise.” you close your eyes and lean your head into his chest. “i love you so much. seeing you like this hurts. but i’d rather see you like this, then never see you at all.” those words hurt him, gave him the realization that if anything happened to him, it would hurt you worse. this thought clouded his mind. his wounds were all patched up. you went downstairs to get a few ice bags. you came up and positioned them on his bruises. you turned the big light on and retreated to the small lamp. he thanked you for the ice bags, and you turned your tv on.
“your choice for tv, what would you like to watch?” you question. he thinks for a second before softly reaching for the remote and turning his show on. you cuddle him close, occasionally kissing his neck and whispering how much you love and appreciate him. not even half way through the episode do you hear tiny snores coming from him. you laugh slightly to yourself; pausing the show. you get ready for bed, despite his condition, you know you’re going to sleep well, and comfortably. you remove the ice bags, dumping them in the sink, and placing the plastic baggies on the counter. you dry your hands and return to the bed with him, engulfing the two of you with a blanket. you smoothly cuddle against him, sure to not wake him, up, as you prepare to dream soundly next to him.
#jj maybank outer banks#jj maybank#outer banks#outer banks fanfic#outer banks imagines#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank fanfic#jj maybank x reader angst#jj maybank x you#jj maybank story#jj maybank angst#jj maybank imagine
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A bigot demanded I tell him what's so good about Agatha All Along without mentioning representation and diversity so... Here we go...
1. It has an intriguing plot with a morally grey protagonist who may or may not be on a subtle redemption arc. I'm a sucker for a good redemption story.
2. It features very talented actors including the Tony award winning Broadway icon, Patti LuPone as one of the leads.
3. It features fairly accurate and respectful depictions of many Occult beliefs.
4. "Teen" is a very likable sidekick character and serves as a good moral compass for many of the other characters.
5. It has good music and a catchy recurring song from the composers of Avenue Q and Frozen, including a cover by the main cast in the style of Glam Rock.
6. It's better than WandaVision.
7. It's entertaining.
8. It's one of the only MCU depictions of supernatural magick while allowing it to actually be magick instead of pseudo-science and while also acknowledging an afterlife instead of pandering to the Chinese censors to get a Chinese theatrical release. The Chinese market doesn't allow for "Western depictions of the afterlife." (This includes ghosts. It's why the Disney Haunted Mansion in Hong Kong Disney isn't haunted but instead has enchanted furniture).
9. This was the first time we had ghosts in a Marvel property. Same reason as number 8.
10. It's refreshingly different from other other Marvel releases that have been following and obvious and tired formula for some time now.
11. Kathryn Hahn is a good actress.
12. It has a great, Gothic / spooky ambiance while also being fun. 13. It's the side of Marvel I get starved for because Marvel is too cowardly to have things like this outside of the Halloween season.
14. It has "Found Family" which is one of my favorite TV and movie tropes.
15. It's not all boring action sequences or sex scenes like most TV today. And yes, I find those things boring.
16. I had once said I wanted to see a TV show based on the concept of "Gothic Golden Girls" with witch Golden Girls and this is close enough. 17. I think Agatha, as a character, is well-written.
18. With other shows like Wednesday this has helped restore Goth Culture to the mainstream, enough so that there's a Goth clothing section on Target's website now (and has been for a full year). So I'm loving the influence on Pop culture.
19. This may open the door for more supernatural content from Marvel, I just hope they start allowing it outside of the Halloween season.
20. I'm not really enjoying many other new scripted TV shows right now. Both The Sandman and Wednesday are currently between seasons.
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Running List of No Scrubs Albums
Because even I can't keep up with them anymore lol. I'll update it as I go. Also yes there are 6 official albums with 6 songs each... because Gojo is lame lol. And yes the acoustic albums are 5 songs... because he's extra lame
Spotify Playlist
update as of 09/18/23 bc I'm a f** scrub with commitment issues clearly
1. Thanks, I Hate it Here:
The 2nd album by release order, but first in chronological order of when they played them live. Yes, Gojo was feeling himself in his classic FOB phase real hard on this one lol. I find the evolution of FOB's discography IRL to be really fascinating, so I wanted to emulate it in the fic. This album is almost entirely FOB because Gojo realized flopping around bands and genres was difficult for the rest of his band, so he decided to first focus on one kind of ‘sound’ until they got used to playing together.
Critics will later call it a bit unpolished and juvenile in comparison to the refined sound, themes, and quality production of later albums, with it's younger and simpler narratives. Thematically it tends to resonate more with a younger crowd, which people accredit to Ru-kun's assumed age of writing at the time (late teens). In other words, it becomes the quintessential 'middle school glory days' playlist for an entire generation of No Scrubs fans.
A Loaded God Complex - (Sugar We're Going Down) FOB
Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over - FOB
In Too Deep - Sum 41
Homesick at Space Camp - FOB
A Little Less Sixteen Candles - FOB
Dance, Dance - FOB
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2. Good News For People Who Love Bad News
This was No Scrubs' first album ever released on a streaming platform, but it compromises songs more from their 2nd live setlist chronologically. A cult favorite amongst the fans, this album is fun and bratty with a combination of punchy pop punk lyrics, theatrical narratives, and catchy hooks that become unanimous with the band's dramatic flair. No Scrubs always had a rep as an underground alternative band with petty delinquent vibes, but this album definitely solidified them as the patron saint of all the edgy and misunderstood goth punks.
At this point the band had been together for a few years and Gojo definitely felt satisfied with the way the band was coming together and wanted to throw in some more famous mid 2000s pop punk bands into the mix.
Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner - FOB
I'm Not Okay (I promise) - MCR
In One Ear - Cage the Elephant
But It's Better if You Do - Panic!
I Write Sins not Tragedies - Panic!
Jesus of Suburbia - Green Day
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3. Death Before Decaf
After playing up the 'pop' quite a bit in the last album, No Scrubs digs deep into some gritty grunge roots with their third album, full of noisy amped up rock anthems. Thematically it was considered their strongest album at the time of release, with intense vocals and lyrics covering dark and personal topics beneath the guise of their distinctive and iconic instrumental riffs. The juxtaposition between the catchy sing-along hooks and the depressing deeper meaning to the words made this album an instant classic. It remains a fan favorite of music critics for Ru-kun's scorchingly honest handling of raw and deeply personal themes like suicide, depression, and substance abuses. After the identities of the band members became public, it became a hotly debated album amongst No Scrubs fans, who consider it a cathartic outlet for a lot of the trauma that turned Ru-kun into a villain, but also a worrying one full of suicidal ideation, alcoholism, drugs, and child abuse.
On his part, Gojo was feeling nostalgic for his youth and felt it an affront that the likes of Nirvana and Weezer had never been experienced in the MHA universe. He gets asked about these songs a lot, specifically about Today, Semi-Charmed Life, and Say it Ain't So, which all seem to allude to a dark history. He often tells people Semi-Charmed Life is one of his favorite songs ever, which doesn't help matters, and also alarms several psychologists, who worry he's romanticizing what was clearly a very unhealthy time in his life.
My Own Worst Enemy - Lit
Today is the Greatest - (Today) Smashing Pumpkins
Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana
Come As You Are - Nirvana
Say It Ain't So - Weezer
Semi-Charmed Life - Third Eye Blind
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4. Glass Onion Heart
Aka the "Baby boy who hurt you???" album inspiring sexuality crises across the world
Glass Onion Heart feels like a wild card of metamorphosis from No Scrubs' prior albums, with the addition of more electronic, pop, and synth instrumental mixing. Combined with the explosive and flashy tour that accompanied the album's release, it felt like a radical departure from the band's classic garage-band sound, into a more streamlined, pop format.
The album was met with divisiveness from fans, not helped by the news of the band's breakup following the album release and subsequent tour. While many adored the new direction, long-time fans mourned the loss of the quintessential indie and underground 'No Scrubs' aesthetic, especially when faced with the thought of their final album. Nonetheless, it was the band's most popular album at time of release by a wide margin. It certainly helped the album's popularity that Ru-kun did the entire tour in drag.
At this point fans the world over became intrigued by No Scrubs and their burgeoning fame, prompting Gojo to name the album 'Glass Onion' after the Beatles song of the same name, because there is no deeper meaning to any of his songs, he's literally ripping them off from bands that don't exist. Fans spend way too long trying to figure out who this album was inspired by - who could have possibly broken their precious Ru-kun's heart?? - and as we enlightened No Scrubs fans know, it was no one. Literally no one. Gojo just really liked this femme fatale vibe, and decided to cross dress the entire tour because of it.
Tokyo - The Wombats
Dance Floor Anthem - Good Charlotte
Thanks for the Memories - Fall Out Boy
I'm the Leading Man - (This Ain't a Scene) Fall Out Boy
Moving to New York - The Wombats
Misery Business - Paramore
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5. Infinity on High
Hailed as a return to the unfettered, unabashed, anti-establishment garage-band jam-session appeal that had people flocking to No Scrubs in their heyday, this album made an intense splash as No Scrubs' Comeback Album. Despite the return to their signature gritty rock sound, this album was in fact the most produced of any of No Scrubs' albums. This album marks both the return of No Scrubs as well as their launch into global superstardom.
Ironically, Gojo named this after his favorite FOB album (I mean it IS called Infinity lol) despite not including a single FOB track. Fans widely consider "Island in the Sun" to be specifically about Hawks, which Gojo never confirms or denies (although he definitely did think the similarities to their island mission were amusing). In reality, the song that reminds him of Hawks - and himself - the most is Mayonnaise, which might be why it's one of his favorites.
Holiday - Green Day
Cherub Rock - Smashing Pumpkins
Cool Enough - (Mayonnaise) Smashing Pumpkins
1979 - Smashing Pumpkins
Island in the Sun - Weezer
Wake Me Up - (Wake Me Up When September Ends) Green Day
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Bonus: Don't You Know Who (I Think) I AM? Acoustic Album
The first of Ru-kun's unexpected - and according to Makoto, utterly unplanned - acoustic albums, this bonus LP was met with delight and excitement from fans after Ru-kun had teased its release on Twitter. The intimate and personal nature of the simplistic mixing gave this album a cult following, and brought in a new segment of music fans that No Scrubs' music normally didn't appeal to.
Nobody Puts Baby In the Corner - Fall Out Boy
Grand Theft Autumn - Fall Out Boy
My Heart is the Worst Kind of Weapon - Fall Out Boy
Notion - Rare Occasions
No Such Thing - John Mayer
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Bonus: Take (Me) With a Grain of Salt
Despite the critical acclaim this acoustic album (and the full band versions eventually released afterwards) it was met with a lot of incendiary response at the time of its release. No Scrubs had finally achieved global stardom and was regularly topping hit charts across the world with the release of their album Infinity on High - and while music critics unanimously praised the EP as a worthy contender for Album of the Year, it was generally acknowledged truth that the album's popularity was owed in no small part to lead singer Ru-kun's sudden infamy that coincided at the same time.
The unfathomable depths of Ru-kun's new celebrity status in parallel to the band's brand of off-label, anti-establishment themes created friction within the fanbase. Many accused them of taking advantage of the current media coverage to promote sales, which bassist and band leader Makoto clapped back as 'just doing smart business'. In general, consensus was positive towards the sentiment; capitalizing on Ru-kun's fame and releasing an album in parallel to his identity reveal was just genius marketing.
However the timing of the release of Ru-kun's second acoustic album kicked up the discourse once again, with fans decrying the release as 'a fake sellout' aimed to exploit current gossip trends. However the album's drop was sudden and unexpected - with little to no pre-release marketing - lending credence to the narrative that Ru-kun wrote this album under the emotional duress of his personal life at the time.
Due to the staggering popularity of the acoustic album, the band eventually recorded and released a B-Side with full band versions.
Disenchanted - MCR
Stay Together For the Kids - Blink-182
Iris - Goo Goo Dolls
How's It Going To Be - Third Eye Blind
All These Things That I've Done - The Killers
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How did Malon get her brand scar? 🥺 (Downfall IAU)
- hero-of-the-wolf
You are so good at poking my brain in just the right way to make me want to write things Wolf (...or Emmie? I just looked at your blog and realize you go by that skhjhsfjkhkld) and I couldn't resist again. writing a little fic was easier than just explaining it all XD
This is set like... further back-ish. Time is probably still alive though, and Twilight and Legend are younger. Aside from that... vague. lol.
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“I’m sure you know why you’re here, Malanya.”
A glare was all Dark got in return from the woman in front of his desk, her hair falling in her face. It was coated in nearly as much dirt and animal hair as the rest of her was, and there was a streak of blood across her cheek. She looked exhausted, and Dark was certain she still had a fair amount of adrenaline coursing through her based on the faint tremble in her limbs, but none of that really concerned him.
“Well? Aren’t you going to say anything in your defense?” he asked after several moments had dragged by.
“You’ve already decided I’m guilty, I don’t see the point,” Malanya finally said, voice short.
“Try me. I’m curious as to why we caught you breaking into a restricted area, and seemingly doing nothing but releasing animals that are government property,” he said, crossing his arms behind his head as he leaned back. “Alone, at that. Unless... those other footprints we found weren’t actually more of your own?”
Some of the color leeched from Malanya’s face, but her expression stayed remarkably level.
“And... it’s strange, too, but some workers seem to be missing after the events of tonight. Let’s see... Romani, I think was one of their names?”
More color gone.
Dark hummed, rather amused by the situation she’d landed herself in. He knew full-well what Malanya’s goal had been on this mission of hers— both goals, in fact. But he enjoyed making her squirm. It was nice to exercise some of the power he’d painstakingly built face-to-face sometimes.
Especially towards the wife of the man he had personal beef with.
Oh if only I could be there to see his face after this.
He'd been trying to catch her or her husband in incriminating circumstances for years now, and she'd practically dropped this in his lap. She'd been sloppy, Dark could only assume because her cousins had been involved, and now he was reaping the rewards.
And the perfect opportunity to show why I shouldn't be crossed.
“Do you have anything to say in your defense now?” he asked, and Malanya regained some of the fire in her eyes.
“I don’t know about missing workers, but I do know you weren’t using those animals for anything except cruelty,” she spat, eyes blazing. “I could hear them crying out every time I went past, and I refused to let them suffer any longer. Do what you want with me, but I don’t regret freeing them.”
“Dangerous words,” Dark said, smirking at her. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you want us to punish you.”
Malanya went silent again.
Dark let out a theatrical sigh, and glanced at the guards holding her, then back at her face.
“I think a lesson in obedience is necessary here,” he said in a soft voice. “Though... the punishment has the potential to be lightened, if you decide to tell us about any partners you may have had helping you.”
“There was no one else,” Malanya said smoothly. And Dark almost would have been inclined to believe her if there hadn’t been just enough evidence pointing to the contrary.
But he was willing to be gracious. If this was what she wanted, who was he to deny it to her?
“If you were the sole instigator, that would mean a much harsher punishment,” he said in a low voice. “I’m afraid an action like this is simply something we can’t ignore.”
Malon raised her chin, and looked him in the eye, her blues as fiery as her hair.
“I was the only one involved.”
Dark couldn’t help his chuckle, and he stood, walking around to her side where she couldn’t easily see him. “I see once again why Link married you. You know, your fire is something I’ve always admired, I’ll admit.”
He leaned close to her ear for his next words, and reveled in the way she flinched from his breath on her skin.
“We’ll see what he thinks of the mark this earned you.”
Her eyes went wide, and Dark smirked at the slight hitch in her breath.
“Yes. Normally you’d be imprisoned for a period of time, or sent to a work camp for a while for an action of this caliber, but I think a branding will serve as a much better warning. And reminder, in case the idea of doing this again ever happens to cross your mind. It sends a much stronger message to everyone, don't you think?”
“You don’t have the authorization to carry that out,” she breathed, and Dark grinned.
“No? Didn’t you know? I’ve been promoted again,” he said, watching in delight as her expression fell. “I’m now the head of the entire Department of Superhero Surveillance and Inspection."
He leaned in so close to her face that he was only inches away from Malon’s nose.
“Which means I control your entire life.”
“You won’t keep getting away with this,” she said in a voice so quiet he barely heard it. Her face was definitely pale now, with a glimmer of fear shining in the blue, and even the guards had exchanged glances when Dark had mentioned her punishment.
Which was exactly how he wanted it.
"Nothing's stopped me yet," he smiled in response, and poked her nose, just to see her flinch. "Dismissed. You know where to take her."
Malanya struggled as she was lifted to her feet by the guards, but it was halfhearted, as if she knew it was pointless. That or her exhaustion had finally caught up to her, but Dark didn't care much about which it was as she was dragged away.
He was too busy imaging the look on Link's face when he heard and saw what had happened to his beloved wife.
#answers from the floor#lovely hero of the wolf#downfall iau#writing from the floor#again i feel like this needs a tw but idk what it should be#ask to tag#i guess#does this even make sense? i wrote it pretty quick and seem to have picked up a headache lol#i'm just cranking these out aren't I#I haven't written a good villain in a while though so this was fun#but yeah#this kind of marks the start of when things get REALLY bad#and while good ol Dink may not technically be at the very top of the totem pole#he has a lot of money in his pockets#and controls a lot from behind the scenes#you'd be surprised how far a grudge takes you
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Just imagining Neighbor!Bob dropping everything to take you to the airport when a last minute work trip comes up. He loves not having to hide the fact that you’re together, since you’re far enough away from the prying eyes of your nosy neighbors. He drives you right up to the curb of the terminal and takes all your bags out of the car for you, then gives you the little bag of snacks he put together for you—all your favorites. He gives you a long, lingering kiss and tells you he’ll see you as soon as you get home because he’s coming back to pick you up 🥹
Hope you have a safe trip!
- @bradshawsbaby 💕
Neighbor!Bob driving you to the airport is so on brand for him and now I’m sobbing 😭 the most helpful, thoughtful man
Ever since you mentioned leaving town for work the other day, he’s shifted his schedule to accommodate. Leaving base early, pulling up in front of your house and laughing when you dart out like you’re a spy, practically throwing your suitcase in the back and scrambling in the truck before he can even get out and help you. It’s the middle of the day, none of the neighbors are home, but you’re cute with your theatrics.
The entire drive he holds your hand, only letting go to change gears. It’s soothing listening to you go over your schedule the next few days, disappointed that you don’t get to explore the city more, but glad that means you’ll be home sooner.
Once he pulls up to the curb outside Departures, he realizes you’re actually leaving. No waving from the kitchen window for a few days, no late night trips over through the back garden.
He takes your bags out the back and makes sure nothing has fallen out of your personal item, including the snacks he packed last night while you showered. Cups your face with those big hands as he confirms that you have everything.
Despite the chaos that is the drop-off area of San Diego International, he wraps his arms around you with a tight squeeze, committing every curve of your body to memory. Kisses to the top of your head as you remind him you’ll be back before the weekend.
“Have I told you that I’m going to miss you?”
“A few times, but I like the reminders.”
The kiss he gives you makes you yearn to already be back to him, sweet and firm and full of love. The soft press of his lips as he reminds himself you’re in public, but also needs to make sure you come back to him and happy to give you incentive.
You’d probably have missed your flight if he had his way, but the traffic controller starts whistling for him to move on and keep the drop-off area clear. Robert reluctantly releases you, squeezing your hip as you grab all your bags.
“Bye, I love you!”
Your eager wave is the last thing he sees before you’re swallowed by the crowd.
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Doraemon Movie Review: Nobita's Earth Symphony (2024)
What is Doraemon? The title character of the Doraemon manga and anime is a blue robotic cat from the 22nd Century who keeps an array of high-tech gadgets in a portable pocket dimension on his belly, and has traveled from the future to improve the fortunes of a hapless schoolboy named Nobita. Although relatively obscure in the English-speaking world, Doraemon is a Mickey-Mouse-level cultural icon in East Asia (and some other regions, too). The Doraemon franchise was a big part of my childhood, and there are still elements of it that I enjoy now.
Doraemon has released theatrical films almost annually since 1980, most of which involve Nobita and his friends (kind Shizuka, brash Gian, and crafty Suneo) getting swept into adventures thanks to Doraemon's gadgets. Despite being of potentially broad appeal to fans of science fiction and animated films, there are very few English reviews of the Doraemon movies, so I've embarked on a project to write about all the films, for as long as I continue watching them, at least.
For links to all of my Doraemon movie reviews, see here.
Movie premise: Nobita and his friends respond to a mysterious request seeking help from "talented musicians".
My spoiler-free take: A nice tribute to the human affinity for music, despite some issues with pacing.
POTENTIAL SPOILERS AFTER THIS POINT
Review: I was very intrigued when I first heard about the premise of this movie, because music is a theme that the Doraemon films had not really explored before. Having seen the movie now, I'm happy to report that I had a pretty good time! Beyond the handling of its main subject matter, I enjoyed that the foreshadowing here was surprisingly well thought out. There's so much setup in the beginning and middle of the story that pays off at the end. This includes the use of a gadget (the Future Diary) that would probably be considered "too overpowered" to be acknowledged in a typical Doraemon movie!
The film does have its flaws, of course, and the biggest in my opinion come down to the pacing. Several moments that are framed as emotional or dramatic are resolved or brushed aside too quickly, when they would've benefited from being given more time and gravitas. There's also some ending fatigue that kept me second-guessing, "Is this the climax? No, wait, is this the climax?"
However, the actual climax is quite nicely done and well worth experiencing in theaters for full effect. (It's a musical performance after all, as is pretty much a given in a movie about music.) As a tribute to the importance and appeal of music to humanity, I think the movie is very much a success.
As usual for a Doraemon movie, most of the character focus is on Nobita and his new movie-exclusive friends, but the rest of the main cast does have an active presence throughout. One thing I would've liked to see is more elaboration on why each character is deemed compatible with the instruments that they're assigned for their performances. Gian is said to be suited to playing the tuba due to his lung capacity, and the relevance of the recorder to Nobita's character arc is self-evident, but no such explanations are given for why Suneo gets the violin or why Shizuka is assigned to percussion.
Speaking of which, considering that Shizuka is the one main character who has an established affinity for playing musical instruments outside of school (she takes piano lessons and enjoys playing the violin, despite being bad at it), I'd hoped that she would play an important role in this movie. As it turns out... it would be a stretch to say that she's particularly important to the story, but the film did meet my bare minimum expectations for how much she would be involved. Her piano playing is relevant to the plot in one scene, and her poor violin skills also come up (albeit only during the end credits). Even so, it does feel like there were some missed opportunities; for example, maybe a scene where she wants to swap instruments with Suneo would've been funny. At the very least though, this movie doesn't contain a bath scene or any other similarly distasteful joke involving her, so that's good.
Star rating: ★★★☆☆
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The bad thing about Hazbin Hotel
Honestly, I've never watched this animated series in any way. But the plot involves the daughter of Lucifer rehabilitating demons through a hotel or something, it's kind of popular enough to spawn a legitimate television programme series on Amazon Prime. Yet, I can't help but get bad feelings about this, not just because it glorifies the Devil in some way, but also how I believe Vivziepop would've turned out differently if she was born in another decade.
Like if she had been born in the 1920s and still got similar interests and stories to tell, she would've just been Majorie Cameron. This woman got into the occult when she got married to Jack Parson, did illustrations portraying demons and stuff. Sort of like what Vivziepop does with Hazbin Hotel that it might not be shocking if she looked up to her as a sort of role model or guiding light of sorts, albeit one blighted by serious devilry.
I suppose if Majorie Cameron actually got into animation and comics, she'd really be like the 1940s precursor to Vivziepop. Then again you have somebody like Analia Campbell saying that Walt Disney actually made a deal with the Devil to get to where he was when he was alive, the two smoking guns are his connection to a secret society and the production 'Hell's Bells'. The Disney animations are similar to Hazbin Hotel in some other minor way: the constant use of musical numbers.
It's a staple of many of Disney's full-length theatrical releases, it's also there in Hazbin Hotel. As of late, it's not known if Vivziepop herself is openly into the occult or something, but it wouldn't surprise me if she would've been knee deep into something spiritually dubious. I did do something like that before, lost two pets along the way and now I do my best to please God as well as praying for someone to get out of the Devil herself.
It's possible for Vivziepop to be saved, if someone's willing to intercede for her. But it's also possible that she made such a deal with the Devil that it shouldn't be surprising if she turned out to be into the occult, Satanism and stuff like looking up to Majorie Cameron and also Rosaleen as her role models or something. One might wonder why demons prefigure a lot in her stories.
#hazbin hotel#vivziepop critical#vivziepop criticism#hazbin hotel critique#christianity#the bible#bible#faith
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The Secret Saturdays: Post Script Season AU
so this is set a little bit after the series ends, give the Saturdays a few months to rest and relax.
And then they get a call from Argost's lawyer.
Tldr: the Saturdays have to film a season of Weird World in order to get legal access to help the cryptids that are stuck there. (I mean they are absolutely breaking and entering to get to them fast, but. Legal is better.)
Below is an outline/not!fic
Argost's will was a mess to figure out. And he stipulated that the Saturday family get the mansion and legal access to the cryptids, on one condition:
The Saturdays have to Finish Weird World. 10 episode mini series 42 minutes an episode.
It's Argost's final revenge, making the family that was hurt in these walls stay there for an extended period of time. Expose them to all of the stresses and pitfalls of fame.
Just by nature of being a "wrap up season" with another cast (and presumably crew, it's unclear if Argost + Munya handled all of the filming and editing themselves.). The Weird World fanbase is not going to be happy.
There were press releases, opening interviews, etc confirming that the tone wasn't going to be the same. but the backlash was immediate. Full down voting on Rotten tomatoes. Calling "woke" and "forced diversity" because Zak is mixed race and Drew isn't "technically American".
The Saturdays know they're not in it for the fame, the show is an obligation, not a passion. But it still hurts a bit.
"what, do you think we can actually copy Argost? Live up to his level of theatrics? He's passionate about his things, we're passionate about ours."
The tone of the show is more pg-13 rather than nearly R. More edutainment than horror stories. "Things like what we want our son to actually watch."
The episodes follow a pattern: cold open with a single handheld camera a la Blair Witch Tapes. Then the opening credits.
then it's standard 2 camera sitcom. The overarching plot is the Saturday family study cryptids, and while Argost is "away", he needed someone to take care of the house. Things like tending to the garden, exercising the cryptids, returning cryptids once they've healed, returning illegal artifacts, etc.
The first episode is introducing the house, the set up, the Saturday humans. That they can't just get a tent and sleep outside; a fast moving Zon yanks it out of the ground.
At the end of episode one: "Zak, I know you think you're ready. But you are not immediately going to befriend a cryptid. They are literally traumatized animals and might be unpredictable. Do not think that you're special because you know what you're doing. You're still in as much danger as anyone else."
And at the end of the hallway: glowing red eyes. Zak: "please let me be special." And a huge gorilla cat walks up to him. Cut to credits.
Second episode introduces Fiskerton, Komodo, and Doyle. ("We have to be very clear that Drew and Doyle are siblings right up front." "Why?" "Luke and Leia." "Say no more.")
Episode topics: basic hiking safety, tick prevention and care, stretching before exercise, a trip out to the lagoon for scuba diving, (big shout out to this fic), basic first aid, basic american sign language, PTSD care with Fisk + Drew, lab safety, disability care with Doc's blind eye, even racial discrimation when Zak and Doc go into town for supplies. Because they're going to get cancelled anyway Zak found it funny to include LGBTQ+ rights and history, how many animals have homosexual tendencies, transgender clownfish, polygamous animal relationships and so on.
Cryptids are always seen in the background/being worked on. Drew focuses on historical research, Doc focuses on science research.
The running joke is every episode they keep mentioning Yetis or alluding to Yeti mythology but they never actually show one on screen.
Of course there's bonus features like a gag reel, Zak flubbing lines and Fisk standing in for him, Komodo tripping everyone and general hugs and head smooches.
There's a post show Q and A a year later going over some "odd choices" in production. And debunking the persistent fan theories like Argost is the Blackwell's long lost father, Fisk is Kur and just hiding it, things like that.
Zak sometimes uploads quick PSAs to the Weird World twitter equivalent. Either quick sentences or short videos. He keeps it as a side hobby, more interested in teaching people than any ratings or fame.
And to throw some Omniverse into the mix:
When aliens are revealed to the public, Zak puts out a short video about learning about different cultures and acceptance.
When public opinion of Ben 10 becomes sour, Zak reaches out to Plumber Public relations. He breaks down Will Harangue's most recent monologue and advises how to spot manipulative editing, logical fallacies, and propaganda.
Ben tries to get a spot in Zak's channel to boost his influence, but Zak steadfastly refuses unless Ben can come up with a PSA. "You made me write an essay. And you made it easy."
Zak invites aliens to talk on his channel, and it does a lot for public opinion of aliens.
#the secret saturdays#Weird world#Zak Saturday#drew saturday#doc saturday#Fisk Saturday#doyle blackwell#vv argost#lazlo's lulls#ben tennyson#ben 10 omniverse#Look Zak is like a much more chill Ben 23#He wants to help but he hates being the center of attention#A Zak that's learned from VV Argost and his PR manipulation
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