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How would you rank every main villain in the movies from favourite to least favourite?

So all of these guys

And before anyone says anything Yes Gristle and Crimp do count as they served as antagonists with a fair share of screen time for the majority of a movie each so they deffo count as main villains.

My ranking would go

Chef. because I loved how sadistic and bitter she acted and how manipulative she could be it made her a very fun villain plus in terms of what was implied her past list of crimes are nightmare fuel ( like the cook book she wrote about trolls )

Barb. even tho I complained about her before I do love her personality wise I just find her forgiveness very forced and unearned in the story.

Gristle. he's a lovable idiot for sure but his heart is in the right place and I feel the first movie did a good job of keeping him in a position where he was technically a villain for most of the movie But there was enough decent sides to him shown that his redemption at the end didn't feel forced or unearned in my opinion unlike barbs, plus him and Bridget are cute af.

Velvet and veneer. I lumped these two together since I see them as a packaged deal lol neither of them would be much if they were a solo villain but together they make a very fun duo.

Crimp. I don't really care for her to be honest personality wise I find her to be self pitying but not really the sort of character I can actually feel any pity for since she's just a villainous henchmen Who goes along with her bosses evil plan and then expects sympathy when they are slightly mean to her like girl you didn't extend the same sympathy to Floyd And he didn't actually have a choice in being around Velvet and veneer unlike you, to be honest her forgiveness at the end is another case where I think its forced and unearned as she deserved punishment. And honestly I don't see why the movie thinks she should be seen as sympathetic? when it seems like she went along with floyd's kidnapping and torture just because she didn't wanna have to find a new job which honestly makes her a pretty crappy person.

Creek. I actually don't hate his character but I don't love him either and I do find him to be the most poorly written out of all of the main villains as he basically feels like he bounces back and fourth between being two different characters As he has the motivations and set up of a sympathetic reluctant villain who would normally feel remorse and undergo a redemption by the end of the film but he has the personality of a sadistic henchmen whose only motivation is that he enjoys hurting people So it just feels like the writing was all over the place for him to be honest.

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Week three of Stricklake month: Sunlight

Barbara and Walter meet across a leyline when young, a place where powerful magic crosses over time and space, and quickly become unlikely friends... And more.

When Barbara moves away with her husband James and son Jim, Walter thinks that's the last he will see of them.

400 years later and a chance encounter sees them reunited.

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Gonna join this #ZeusZilla trend with my Kaiju Girls as the muses!

From left to right: Barb (MUTO Queen), Zoey (Zilla Jr.), Freija (Godzilla), Keilani (Mothra) and Moire (Shimo)

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PONYO AU COME HERE MY BABIES

*ahEM* So. What occurred is—as you can maybe see—i was studying Studio Ghibli’s art style to draw lil baby adorable kiddos and may or may not have gotten carried away a bit.

I can explain.

I just love baby Walt and wanted to draw him more and then i was watching Ponyo and Ponyo has red/orange hair like Barbara’s and then one thing led to another and yeah it’s a whole au thing now.

Basically, Ponyo = Baby Barb, Sosuke = Weeny Walt, Fujimoto (Ponyo’s dad) = grown up Jim, Granmamare (Ponyo’s mom) = grown up Claire

Ponyo’s story (i’m gonna refer to as Barb in min) goes pretty much the same as in the movie: she’s a curious lil magical fish who wanders away from her overprotective father one day, excited to catch a glimpse at the infamous humans her father has warned her so much about on their motor boats, unfortunately she gets stuck in a tiny jar and gets swept up onto shore, being found and rescued by…a green human?

Baby Walt is a small youngling, abandoned when he was so small he had barely opened his eyes, or so his father, Vendel, tells the story. Without a proper mother and just a tiny whelp, Trollmarket’s leader (with his badly hidden soft heart) can’t help but end up adopting the small whelp. So baby Walt (as he is nicknamed because Waltolomew was FAR too long, Vendel.) is raised alongside his two much older big brothers, Blinky and Aaarrrgghh who watch over him when Vendel’s busy.

They take him on short, highly-supervised outings around Trollmarket and the beach shore during the night; the one rule? No head-butting anyone’s gronk-nuks. Okay, but also NO GOING IN THE SUN.

Vendel is incredibly acute about the rule and it was a long time of whinnying and complaining and pushing and puppy-dog eyes until he FINALLY let Walt go outside to the beach shore with Blinky and Aaarrrgghh. But Walt always knew his dad was so strict about the rule because if he ever touched the sun he’d burn himself and turn to stone.

Right?

One night, Walt is feeling a little down and Aaarrrgghh suggests bringing a teeny bucket to collect seashells in, except they get kinda get caught up in all the serious work and sunrise comes before they know it. The sun is peeking out past the horizon when Walt gets distracted by a strange glittering in the shallow water. Aaarrrgghh is busy convincing Blinky to let them bring all the shells for Vendel so Walt goes after the shiny item himself. He pads over and finds a jar…with a goldfish inside?

Trying to pull the little fishy out of the jar as gently as he can, he tugs and bites at the glass with his short tusks, before feeling a strange stinging across his body and giving a big shiver—

“HEY! KIDDO GET OUT OF THE WATER!” someone shouts from above and his head whirls around to see a human waving his arms at him and heading down the rocks to get to him.

“Blinky!” he yelps, frozen on the spot, but the troll hushes him with a finger and after an anxious beat of his heart he sees them scramble to run away from the human as it reaches the bank and goes after him. “BLINKY?!” Walt cries out, tears coming to his eyes but he’s quickly scooped up into the arms of the chubby human.

“Be careful, kid, the tides comin’ up, let’s get you out of here.”

“But my papa-” he croaks.

“We’ll find him, don’t worry little dude.”

The rest of the story unfolds similarly to the movie, except Walt is nonverbal for a long part of the time Barb is a fish in the bowl of water. Later though, Barb licks a wound from Walt’s human skin and becomes a human girl (mostly), the two wander around getting into small hijinks at the senior center and around town while being (horribly) babysat by Toby and Wine Aunt Nomura, all the while Barb and Walt get closer and fall in love ❤️

But then Baby Barb is snatched away by Jim and Weeny Walt is left trying to find his big brothers and get back to Trollmarket but keeps questioning if they’ll take him back now.

Soon enough Baby Barb girlbosses her way out of Jim’s hold and makes it back to her green friend, in the process LITERALLY BRINGING THE MOON CLOSER TO THE EARTH AND RAISING THE TIDE UP MOUNTAINS. But it’s all chill, they figure it out in the end lol

As if this post isn’t long enough: some hcs!!!

Barb thinks all humans turn green at night and is very Confused™️ when Toby and Nomura Don’t???

She also thinks all human children are as quiet as Weeny Walt and when they get stuck in school she is very shocked when kids start talking to Weeny Walt like nothing

Walt is VERY attached to Aaarrrgghh and very obvious about it, his favorite brother fr while his relationship w Blinky is more of a play fight of who can be the smartest little buttsnack to each other and impress papa

If it’s kinda confusing: basically changelings in this au change between troll and human when sunlight hits them or darkness/shadow does and since baby Walt didn’t go out in the sun he didn’t know (Vendel knew but was convinced it wouldn’t matter if his little baby knew either way)

Walt wears a moss gauntlet-type thing around his forearm as a sign that he was adopted and spoken for by someone other than his mother

Barb is kinda scared of the dark so Walt shows her cool stuff like fireflies and Walt is scared of the water (because rocks SINK) and Barb shows him cool stuff like big fish and swimming

Barb is the ONLY person Walt talks to during a majority of their time with Nomura and Toby, he is very nonverbal and Barb is VERY verbal so she has enough words to speak for them both

She drags him everywhere and he just lets it happen because of course he does

(when i post, I POST OKAY)

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The Deltarb Family

Big horse wife and tiny lizard wife with their babies

Okay! So, this family's story starts in two steperate places. Barb's side first!

Barbs father, King Thrash, had died about a year before she found TJ. Barb was going through a rough patch as a result, her music suffering as she grieved. During that time, she found an adandoned egg at the edge of Volcano Rock City. There was no note, no blanket, no evidence that anyone was even there to leave it. Barb took it back home, where her brother Riff insisted she attempt to save it. So, she did her best to help it along. Sure enough, the egg hatched, and a tiny rock troll spilled into her arms. Barb took one look at that little baby with his big ole red eyes, eyes that looked like her father's, and broke down. She named the baby Thrash Jr., and raised him as her own.

On Delta's side, Delta met a troll one night at a party and struck up a conversation. She and this troll went on to have a romantic fling, that only lasted for a months. At the end of those few months, the troll disappears for roughly two months. The last time Delta ever heard from them was when one morning, she found a basket on her doorstep with an egg inside, and a small note attached, saying: This is yours. Sorry.

Delta, outraged at what this meant, she cursed that troll's name, scooped up the egg, hatched it, and raised the little girl as her own, naming her Honeysuckle.

A few years after the two were born, Barb and Delta had struck up a close friendship by being single moms. TJ and Honeysuckle were practically raised side by side, becoming best friends very quickly. When the two were about five or six, they noticed how all the other troll kits had two or more parents. TJ and Honeysuckle wanted to have another parent like all the other kids! So, they had the brilliant idea of sharing their moms!

Yes, six five year old Honeysuckle and TJ set up their moms to date. And it actually worked.

At first, Barb and Delta were just humoring their kids. But after a few months, humoring became friendly, and friendly became flirty. And out of the blue, one fateful day, Barb finds an egg brewin in her hair.

Delta and Barb just start laughing, and Delta asks if they should go ahead and make things official. I mean, we're havin' a baby, might as well get hitched! And Barb was all for it.

Since the two are the leaders of two separate kingdoms, they needed a way to live together while still being able to govern their respective lands. So, Trollstopia gave them a piece of land for the two to make a Country/Rock town, that they named Tumbleshred.

Delta and Barb get married, and just a week later, little Thorn hatches.

TJ, Honeysuckle, and Thorn all grew up in Tumbleshred. When they got old enough, Honeysuckle and TJ moved back to their respective homelands to pursue their respective careers. Delta and Barb, while saddened at their babies moving away, couldn't help but be so proud of them for taking their lives by the reigns.

Delta and Barb still live in Tumbleshred with Thorn, enjoying a quieter life after all the crazy they've been through. Thorn has no plans on moving away, since he feels extremely at home in Tumbleshred.

And that's the Deltarb fam!! Sorry that was so long, there's a lot of lore with this family jdbdd.

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i. true blue

part one of the 'hangman & honey' series!

summary: The summer he turned nine, Jake was convinced he'd spend it like any other summer: riding his bike down dirt roads with all the other kids, lending a helping hand on the family farm, and brushing up on his backyard football. His life hits a tailspin when a new family moves into the house just down the road, leading him to a friendship and feelings he never saw coming.

word count: 4.5k

warnings: cute childhood friends to lovers, small sections of angst, tragic backstories and southern traditions. primarily self indulgent. this is written by someone from the most southern small town imaginable, so it's written with love as an ode to my own hometown, enjoy. <3

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In the great state of Texas, just a few hours south of Austin, sits a small town called Haven. It was a fitting name for a town so picturesque-miles and miles of endless farmland, stunning sunsets and sunrises, and the beauty of the state's flora and fauna. However, in all it's Southern small-town glory, it was home to little else. There was the hub of activity 'downtown'-the one school system, a family-owned restaurant, a convenience store, the First Baptist Church of Haven, and a hair salon. On the outskirts of Haven sat a large patch of barbed-wire fenced farmland, one that spanned most of the remaining parts of the small town, more than the eye could see. It was large enough to have its own unpaved road-Seresin Farm Road-and was home to only one house, the Seresin family house.

The Seresin family had owned the land long before the turn of the century, and had been passed down from generation to generation ever since. The Seresin's owned much of Haven to begin with, their farmland excluded. Most of the businesses rented their buildings from Jacob Seresin Sr., with the exception of the school system and the church. Despite their seemingly looming hand of ownership, you'd never know they held power at all. Mrs. Janet Seresin-first lady of the Seresin estate-was known as the town egg lady, always more than happy to pass out dozens of Styrofoam cartons free of charge. She held the unofficial prize of having the best homemade ice cream in all of Haven, and anyone in the small town would attest. Jacob Seresin Sr.-head of the Seresin farm and Janet's husband-was regarded in the same warm fashion. You could find him driving up and down the main street in his trusty red farm truck, often loaded with feed or some kind of good necessary to keep his place up and running. He'd stop and talk to anyone and everyone, literally everyone, he knew. He had been the one to help nearly everyone in his community rebuild after natural disasters, always willing to help someone in need, never asking for anything in return. The Seresin's were Haven's unofficial first family, leaders of sorts, in the small town.

Their son, Jacob Seresin Jr., was elusive and a topic nearly everyone knew to avoid. He had been raised on the family farm, attended the local school, lived and breathed the same life as everyone else, but found himself itching for more. He quickly fell into trouble with the local law, and with a last name like Seresin, he got away with mostly everything, which, perhaps, was his greatest downfall. He had gotten his high school girlfriend-a sweet local girl named Georgia Joann Smith-pregnant their senior year. When she broke the news, he'd taken off in his truck to Kentucky, where it was rumored he still was, looking for something he could never find. Nine months later, Jacob Thomas Seresin III, or 'Jake' as he preferred, was born, healthy, all ten fingers and toes. Just hours after birth, his mother fell gravely ill, and made her own swift exit in death. She left behind only one thing-her son. Jacob Sr. and Janet took him in with no questions asked, raising him as any grandparent would. Jake, luckily, seemed to inherit more of his mother than his father. His blonde hair gleamed in the Texas sun, turning almost gold in the heat-filled summers. His green eyes held his kindness-a sharp contrast to his father's dark brown eyes that seemed to only hold his anger. Jake bore Georgia's gentle soul, her wide smile and her witty personality, she lived on in Jake entirely. So when the new family moved into the empty house at the end of Seresin Farm Road, Janet had zero hesitations in sending Jake down to welcome their new neighbors to Haven. She'd spent the entire morning making homemade bread, having to occasionally swat away Jake's hands from the counter or tell him to completely get out of the kitchen while the loaves cooled. After lunch, she handed him a well-wrapped loaf and gave him instructions to take it to the newcomers, which Jake did without complaint. He'd placed the bread into the metal basket attached to his royal blue bike, trekking down their long and winding driveway. When he'd arrived nearly ten minutes later, he had parked his bike on the edge of the lawn, against a towering oak tree. He made a point to kick the dirt off his shoes, not wanting to track it onto the seemingly freshly painted, white wrap-around porch. He lifts his first to wrap against the door, one with a glass cut-out, much different than the screen door on his farmhouse. He fixed his windswept hair in the reflection of the window, remembering Granny's words of always looking well put together when meeting new people. The door's lock clicked, and when Jake looked up to see the man or lady of the house, he instead had to look down, finding a girl who couldn't be much younger than him. Her eyes were wide as they stared up at him, hair pushed out of her face with colorful butterfly shaped clips. Her eyes were captivating, and all of Jake's intended Southern charm had flown out the window. She smiles shyly at Jake, wondering why this stranger was on her porch.

"Uh, this is for you-or,uh-your parents," his arm extends the bread as he stammered. "My Granny made it, we live at the farm on the end of the road, we-uh, she-wanted to invite you to the neighborhood. I'm Jake."

Jake stuck out a clammy hand for her to shake, and winced internally. His Pawpaw would be reprimanding him if he saw this-it wasn't polite to make a lady shake your hand. Shaking hands was for business deals, and Jake had just shook her hand like she'd bought his show heifer. Jake's mind was clouded for a reason he couldn't explain, and he wasn't thinking straight. The girl blushed and smiled slightly.

"I'm Honey," her voice was quiet but pronounced. "That's not actually my name, but everyone calls me Honey, so, you can call me Honey. Um, is your house the one with the big magnolia tree in the front?"

Jake nodded quickly. Her eyes widened, shimmering with something Jake couldn't make out. Quietness settled over them before Honey spoke again.

"Is that your bike?" Honey points at his bike leaning against the tree.

"Yeah! Most kids ride their bikes everywhere here."

"C-Could I ride with you, maybe?" Her voice was suddenly shy, no longer meeting Jake's eyes. "It's just summer and I-I don't know anyone yet and-"

"Yes!" Jake cut her off, and mentally scolded himself, but as Honey flashed him a wide smile he couldn't find himself caring. She tossed the bread on the table just inside the door, slid on her purple jelly sandals and shut the door behind her. She led Jake to the empty garage, only full of empty moving boxes and a bright yellow bike. As she led them out of the garage and towards the edge of the yard, Jake's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at her.

"Shouldn't you let your momma know you left, leave her a note or somethin'?"

Honey's eyes cut to her feet, her smile fading.

"She won't care, I'll be back before she will. S-She's a nurse, works the night shift at the old folks home in the next town over."

Jake nodded but said nothing, pedaling off on his own bike to lead her back down to his farm.

From that moment on, Jake and Honey were practically inseparable. The entire summer was spent with a blue bike parked next to a yellow one, swimming in the creek behind Jake's house, and running around the farm with nothing but their imagination and makeshift stick swords. Jake's Border Collie, John Wayne, became a frightening dragon of their imagination, and Honey taught Jake how to make flower crowns from the wildflowers in the fields. Janet had grown fond of looking out her front window to see Honey sitting next to Jake under her magnolia tree, reading her Boxcar Children book as much as she could with Jake chattering next to her. Even when Jake was busy with his farm chores, Honey would sit placidly under the tree, enjoying the occasional breeze as she read her book of the week. After the long summer, Jacob Sr. had started referring to it as "Honey's tree," and he'd laugh to himself every time he saw the girl sitting quietly under it. Both Janet and Jacob Sr. loved having the sweet but shy girl around, especially when they found out that she spent most of her time alone in that house down the road. On the last night before summer ended, Jake and Honey sat under the tree, swatting at mosquitoes as the Texas sun set. Jake looked over at Honey, who had finally put her book down, and asked:

"Why do you like this tree so much?"

She smiled a smile that Jake knew to be half-hearted and brought her knees to her chest, her chin resting on her kneecaps.

"It reminds me of home."

Honey had moved from her tiny town in Mississippi that summer, and she often talked of her home there, the friends and family she'd left behind, how her mother had left when her grandmother died, looking for a fresh start.

"My Gram had a tree like this in her yard, and she'd babysit me when Mom worked," Honey's eyes rested on the ground, where she was picking grass from the ground around her bare feet. "She'd read to me a lot, and it was my favorite place in the world. Sometimes when I read here it sort of feels like I never left."

Jake simply nodded, thinking of the mother he'd only met in pictures, and the grandparents he wouldn't trade for the world's richest man. Neither of them spoke a word about the statement she made, but they understood what it meant to both of them. Even at age nine, Jake was in love with the girl next door, even if he didn't know it yet. From the first year they met and every year after, Jake and Honey found themselves under the magnolia blossoms. Well, almost every year...

As the budding teens entered into their freshman year at Haven High School, the differences between their personalities became more apparent than ever. Jake was the ideal all-American southern boy: athletic, outgoing, someone who guys high-fived in the hallway, and one that girls would be late to class just to get a glimpse of. Jake was never one to let the attention get to his head, at least not too much. Sure, he enjoyed the feeling of being liked, and, sure, he could be cocky at times, but he was never the one to bully those completely different from him. Someone like Honey. Honey had always been quiet, shy by nature, and the very definition of an advanced student. She was beloved by her teachers, but not as well received by her classmates. With a town as small as Haven, it was either incredibly easy or incredibly hard to make friends, and for Honey, it seemed to be the latter. It wasn't as if Honey was perpetually odd-she wasn't homely or weird, just quiet. Jake was the only one who knew about her boisterous laugh that could be prompted with his corny jokes, or her wild streak, like sneaking into his bedroom window after she and her mother got into yet another fight.

At the beginning of the school year, she spent her breaks talking to Jake, and she sat next to him at lunch. He'd let her ramble about her current read, and he'd talk about yesterday's football practice. She'd leave with the promise to come around for dinner, Mrs. Janet was making her favorite. However, when football season started, and Jake had made an infamous saving play at one of the first few games, he had peaked in popularity. Honey found herself on the outside of his swarm of new friends, listening to him talk to his football buddies while the girls that followed shot her sympathetic or lethal glances. She'd ignored it at first, simply enjoying her paperback until Jake could spare himself a minute to talk to her. Eventually, the bell would sound before she even got the chance to say 'hello' to him, and, with her heart suddenly heavy, she'd make her way to class. The routine lasted for weeks and she'd find herself waiting by the phone, figuring Jake would call her after football practice, but she'd only be greeted with silence through the night. After the second week of no contact, she decided to leave Jake and his new friends to their own devices, opting to sit in the library for breaks, taking her lunch in the empty courtyard. It was like Jake hadn't noticed her absence at all, at least in her mind, but Jacob Sr. and Janet noticed immediately. They had missed her bright aura that lit up their farmhouse, watching as she greeted the dogs as she parked her now lilac bike in the driveway. Janet missed her companionship as Honey would watch her sew patches onto Jacob Sr. and Jake's clothes, and her husband missed catching up with her over dinner. The only time they'd see her anymore would be on Friday nights, at Jake's games. She'd sit in the bleachers with them, decked out in her navy blue and gold, watching intently as the boys in jerseys made their way up and down the field. At the end of the game, she'd say her goodbyes before Jake would find his grandparents and they wouldn't see her until the following Friday. In typical grandparent fashion, Janet had assumed Jake had done something. Her grandson was kind, gentlemanly, but he also had a sharp tongue and a big head, which he sometimes used in malice. So, over dinner one Thursday, Janet finally dipped her toes into the water.

"Maybe you should talk to Honey after the game tomorrow, she always seems to slip away before you two get to catch up."

Jake's eyebrows furrowed as he wiped his mouth, looking up at his grandmother.

"Honey? At a football game? Granny, I don't really think that's her scene. She hates when we have a pep rally at school, I don't think she's going to a football game voluntarily."

Jacob Sr. and Janet give each other a knowing look across the table.

"How blind are ya, son?" Jacob Sr.'s voice is accusatory.

Jake looks up from his plate, looking over at his grandfather with a confused look.

"She's been at every game this season, Jake," his grandmother's voice speaks, much softer than her husbands. "She sits next to us in the stands. When was the last time you two talked? Just the two of you?"

Jake scoffs at his grandmother's accusation, his head shaking as he tried to wrack his brain for the last time he'd talked to his best friend.

"Maybe a week or so ago, I-I can't remember."

"That's a damn shame," Jacob Sr.'s voice grumbled. "She's a sweet girl, smart too. I know she doesn't run the same circles as you and your new buddies, but she's a good friend Jake, and you're treatin' her as if she doesn't exist. She still comes to all of those games. I'm not tellin' you what to do, but maybe give her a call, and pray to the Lord above that she wants to talk to your dumb ass."

Jake's heart sank as he carried out his nightly farm chores that night, thinking of how he had treated Honey. He knew what the other girls in the group said about her, how she was 'quiet' and 'weird,' often making comments that were completely false or disrespectful. Jake always shut the comments down, but found himself not bothering to talk to the one person who had always been there for him. Was it his fear of his new friends thinking he was weird? Did he think he wouldn't be surrounded by his football buddies if they saw him talking to someone like Honey? As Jake shut the barn door, he sighed, deciding he didn't care about either. Honey had been his friend for years, long before high school or popularity, or stupid teenage rules. She'd never changed, she was still the girl he fell in love with all those years ago. That night, as he sat by the phone thinking of what to say, he'd heard the faintest knock on his door. He figured it was his Granny coming to tell him goodnight, so he made quick work of making his way to the door and flinging it open. Instead of his grandmother, Honey stood in front of him. She held an algebra textbook in her arms, her eyes never meeting his, her arms crossed protectively. Her eyes were red rimmed and bloodshot, tear streaks staining her cheeks. She'd been crying, and Jake knew Honey all too well, her tears had nothing to do with the algebra assignment. Something had happened to her.

"Uh, hey, I-I know it's late, and I didn't want to bother you, but I've been workin' on this stupid algebra assignment for three hours, and i-it's not making a lick of sense. You-You're the only person I know who could help me, so if you could just show me how to do one, I'll be out of your hair. I know you have a game tomorrow, and you should really sleep-"

Honey was rambling, picking the skin around her fingernails, she was nervous. It shattered his heart in his chest, he could never remember a time when she was nervous around him.

"No, no, you're fine, Honey. C'mere."

He opened the door wide for her to come in. She nodded in thanks, hovering awkwardly in the space between his bed and his desk. Any other time she'd plop herself down on his plaid comforter, all but curling into the sheets and falling asleep. Now, she didn't know what to do. She hadn't spoken to him in weeks, and he was different now. He wasn't just Jake, her Jake, he was Jake Seresin, up and coming star of their hometown football team, someone that a person like her should avoid in the hallway, someone that shouldn't even be talking to her.

He pushed the chair of his desk out for her, figuring she'd feel more comfortable there. She laid her textbook and notebook out flat, opening the book to the dozens of equations she couldn't make out. Honey was incredibly smart, but as her math classes advanced, she found herself staring at her own notes in utter confusion.

"Um, so, this is on polynomials," she started. "But I couldn't even tell you what a fuckin' polynomial is and I'm starting to lose my mind."

Jake quickly noted the physical manifestation of her worry-her hair messy with the way she had been running her hands through it, the chipped nail polish on her nails, and her chewing on her bottom lip. His heart ached, how had he not noticed her struggling? They were in the same class, she sat two chairs in front of him.

"Honey, I'm sorry."

She didn't even spare him a look.

"It's not your fault I'm stupid, Jake."

Jake took her arm in a light hold, turning her to look at him.

"I'm not talkin' about algebra, and you're not stupid, first of all. You're one of the smartest people I know. I'm talkin' about the way I've been actin'. It's not fair to you, I've been an ass. I've been ignoring you at school, treatin' you as if you aren't even there. You've come to all my games and I didn't even know. Thanks for that, by the way, but, I mean it, Honey. I'm sorry."

Honey shrugs, her face sprouting a faint pink blush.

"'S fine, people grow up, move on. You don't have to apologize for leaving me for people more like-minded. I get it, I don't necessarily fit the mold of your new friend group. It's okay. They seem to really like you though, and you seem happy. Plus Sam is...she's pretty. I get why you wouldn't want me hanging around."

"Sam?" Jake's voice was confused. Sam was a cheerleader, and she was friends with the girlfriends of his teammates. They had a passing conversation from time to time, but they weren't dating. "What're you talkin' about?"

Honey's brow furrowed, tapping her pencil's eraser against her book.

"Sam Vance told me like the third or fourth week of school that you were together, around the same time we stopped talking. I just assumed that was why you didn't want to talk anymore. It's sort of the reason I've kept my distance."

Jake's blood boiled, he was not dating Sam Vance. She was heinously mean, even to her own 'friends.'

"Honey," Jake started, his eyes full of sympathy, his flash of anger flickering. "I'm not dating her, not by a long shot. I don't know why she lied to you, I've never said more than a few sentences to one another, she's...mean. She's vicious, I'm sorry."

Honey's head only shook in a nonchalant manner. She was good at this, pushing people away, Jake had noticed it over the years. After years of practically raising herself, those she loved either abandoning her or leaving her in death, she expected everyone to leave. Honey herself knew that someday Jake would leave her, just like everyone else, so when he pulled away, she didn't bother trying to stop it, no matter how it hurt.

"Stop that. I know what I did was shitty, and it seemed like I didn't want you there, but this isn't me dumping you off, Honey. I swear. And I know something's wrong, you're not crying because of a homework assignment. If it's because of what happened between us, I'll do anythin' to make it up to you-"

Honey's bottom lip trembles, her eyes lining with tears as she shakes her head. She looks up at Jake, pain clouding her usually kind eyes.

"You don't have to worry about me, Jake."

"No I don't," he stated honestly. "I want to, Honey. You're my best friend, and you're hurtin'. You may not need me, but I want to help you. I know I haven't been a good friend, the worst actually, but talk to me, please."

Honey looks at her lap, bringing her knees to her chest in an action of protection Jake was familiar with-every time she has to get vulnerable, it's her defensive action, as if curling up in a ball would save her from hurt.

"For what it's worth," Honey started, her voice small and quiet. "I really don't understand polynomials, like, at all. But you're right, it's more than that." She pauses and takes a deep breath, Jake's heart shattering. Her inability to speak freely, the bags under her eyes, her nervous habit at the forefront-he'd never seen her so tired, so heavy.

"About a week ago, I came home and all of my mom's stuff was gone. I mean, all of it, her bedroom was completely empty. She left a note on the kitchen table." Her eyes focus on the Cowboys poster on the back of Jake's door, her eyes dulling. "She decided to move in with her boyfriend, and he-he doesn't even know she has a child, so she left the house for me. Which is fine, we never got along anyway, it's just been...lonely. She pays the bills and leaves money, so it's not like I'm fending for myself, but, it just really sucks she doesn't really care about me. I guess it shouldn't, but-" She pauses, eyes dazed out, silent tears running down her cheeks. "Sorry for the soapbox, I just, it all is piling up, and now I'm crying over polynomials." She laughs dryly. "Just, God I've missed you, Jake. I sort of pushed myself away from you because I thought you'd found people you'd rather spend your time with. I'm nothing like you interest wise, and-"

"Stop putting yourself down, I won't stand for it." Jake looks at her as she laughs in a quiet manner, hands wiping away her silent tears. Jake moves directly in front of her, making eye contact. "I mean it. You're ten times cooler than any of them. Most of the guys on the team, pretty laid back, cool, but all they ever want to talk about is football and how hot so-and-so is, and their girlfriends? Worse, by a thousand, at least most of them. I'd like to think I'm not that shallow, right?"

Jake Seresin was a lot of things, but shallow was not one of them.

"Please hang out with me tomorrow? I'll have Granny pick you up for school. You and I are going to talk until the bell rings, you've got to catch me up on that Scarlett girl in that book you were reading last time we talked. I'm sitting with you at lunch because Granny made me promise to bring you lunch, and you gotta catch me up on last week's Dawson's Creek episode. Then I'll see you at the game, and we can swing by The Burger Basket, you, me, burgers, fries, a strawberry shake for you and a chocolate one for me."

Honey laughed, nodding her head, her heart warming as she heard Jake ask for the things she thought he found annoying-her ranting about the books she was reading, or the TV shows she was watching. She wiped her tears, standing and hugging the blonde boy who knew her better than herself sometimes. Her chest felt lighter, it felt good to be known so incredibly well. He squeezed her tight before she let go. (Jake never, ever, let go first.) She sits back in the desk chair, sliding in next to Jake, her head falling on his shoulder.

"So," she spoke after a moment of silence. "Polynomials?"

Jake chuckles.

"Let's make a deal, Hon. I explain to you how to solve these equations, and you explain to me what the hell Shakespeare is talking about in those English assignments for Mrs. Elmer's class?"

Honey laughs, she and Jake were both good students, but in two very different subjects.

"You've got yourself a deal, J."

Jake smirks, taking the pencil that sat in the crevice of the book, his scratchy handwriting across her paper as he attempted to explain. In a matter of minutes, Honey began to understand, a smile forming as she grasped the concepts. Jake's green eyes met hers in the light of his desk lamp, glimmering, and the breath in his chest catches, his heart hammering. His palms sweat around the pencil and he can't look away from her.

"You alright, Seresin?" Honey's voice is laced with humor, and it snaps him out of his trance.

"Y-Yeah."

Jake had lied, he had just realized, for the first time since Jake had known Honey, he was beginning to see her as something more than just his best friend. When he looked at Honey, he noticed something he'd never noticed before, she was beautiful.

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[foursaints]

picture of the stigmata. medical gore. collection of antique muzzles and collars for rabid animals. flogging scars. an illuminated manuscript depicting christ’s side wound. the pillory. shibari bondage. someone’s cracked open rib cage being observed in a victorian surgical amphitheatre. the martyring of st sebastian. ball gag. louise glück poem. a google search for worst medieval execution methods. taxidermy. freudian psychoanalysis. a pdf of machiavelli’s “the art of war” accessible on jstor. a sheep dog’s barbed collar. gif of an erection.

all the tags: this happened to my good friend barty crouch jr

[bluheaven-adw]

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Rest in pieces, Jimbo. 

[mister-tom-a-dildo-lover]

Tomarry set in a Soul Eater au like you mentioned before and with Tom saying to Harry "You are my Meister and mine alone!" Congrats on 4000 followers!

Oof!

Fandom: HP Ship: Tomarry AU: Soul Eater AU TAGS: Meisters, Soul Resonance, Drama, Angst, Dark Humor, Violence, Exposure Therapy?.

~.O.~

It was said that Tom Riddle Jr.'s mother was a witch. That was why he was such an unruly and unpleasant demon weapon that no one could get along with.

After all, why else would his powers allow him to control other people like they were puppets? Who else but a witch would have such a twisted ability?

He insisted she was a regular mortal. That she died giving birth to him on the doorstep of an orphanage in London, England. That the matron had said the only name she'd given was his, and she asked that he be called Tom Riddle, for his father.

When he'd been granted a position at Death Weapon Meister Academy back when he was twelve, he'd been decently well-liked... until he wasn't. No one had done anything malicious as far as they were aware, but he got angry one day and used his powers on the students in his class.

They weren't allowed to talk about what happened, but none of those students could ever see him without panicking afterward.

Eventually, some of the older students who weren't scared of his frigid demeanor and nasty words decided they were going to look into him to get him expelled if it was the last thing they did. Based on the bare information on his school records, they found his father and his father's family. And by extension, found his mother's family as they all lived near the same village.

There was no actual proof that Merope Gaunt of the impoverished Gaunt family was a witch, this was true, but Merope was not a common name. And it was an alternate name, used by one of the most popular witches in history. Periboea Gorgon. Or, better known as twin sister to Medusa Gorgon, younger sister of Arachne Gorgon, and older sister to Shaula Gorgon. Often mistakenly called Medusa because of their similar looks(sans the different hair colors, of course) and interests, even down to the myriads of snakes they kept company with.

Why else would a mortal woman living in a snake-infested thicket on the outskirts of a quaint English village, share a name with one of the most twisted witches in history?

Why else would Tom Riddle's father leave the woman he married, claiming he was 'bewitched' and forced to move away from home and unwillingly sire a child with her?

Why else would Tom Riddle turn into an urumi, which bore a pretty standard handle and hilt but stretched into seven incredibly long and sharp metal ropes that were barbed and bore fanged serpent-heads at the tips? If they managed to touch his victim, he could enforce his control over them and make them do whatever he wanted. The blades were black and pitch and glowed an ominous red when in use.

And the worst part about it, was that Lord Death wasn't even overly concerned!

Sure, he was the Great Old One and was probably the most powerful being in existence... but surely, he could understand why people could not stand Riddle?!

Honestly, the actual worst part of all of it was the fact that whether any of them liked it or not, each person would have to be teamed up with Tom Riddle at least once in class, just to see if there was any kind of a compatible soul wavelength between them. Now, common sense would dictate that so many people being absolutely terrified of him would make it completely impossible for anyone to match wavelengths with him, let alone hope for a Soul Resonance, but Lord Death kept insisting.

Every single meister who attempted to match wavelengths with Riddle ended up harmed.

There was absolutely no proof that he had done anything deliberately, but that did not mean that anyone trusted him.

Perhaps, he was destined to forever be a student who never left the building, never went on missions, and would never become a Death Scythe. And perhaps that was for the best.

~.O.~

Tom Riddle glared at the newest meister Death had decided to foist onto him, annoyed that he had to be pulled from class for this sham.

Another failure waiting to happen. Four years of this and one would think Death would just accept that Tom couldn't match wavelengths with others.

The other teen didn't look particularly worth much. Nothing about his appearance inspired any kind of hope for skills he might possess.

Thick black hair that twisted and turned in every direction. Thick wired frames that enlarged his bright green eyes significantly. Baggy clothing that looked to be several sizes too large almost drowned out by a black robe that was left open. An inflamed, red scar that stretched across the gaunt skin of his brow, reminiscent of lightning. It was deeply set into the flesh though, so it didn't appear to be newly acquired.

"This is Harry Potter. He recently... had an accident with his human relatives. He's just learning that his parents were a weapon and meister duo who left him with his mother's older sister before going on a dangerous mission they were unfortunately unable to return from. I believe you'd be the perfect weapon partner for him," Death said, bereft of his usual silliness, thank goodness.

Tom had no patience for the little act Death liked using. He didn't care about how it was to make the children less afraid; it was ridiculous. It was bad enough that Death himself chose to alter his own appearance to put humans at ease, but then to act like a fool on top of it all... Hell no.

Harry Potter gave a short wave before offering his hand... To check if their soul wavelengths were compatible...

Never should anyone assume that Tom Riddle liked to touch other people.

With great regret, and the anticipation of Harry Potter coming to harm in some way, Tom Riddle took his smaller, clammy hand, and proceeded to feel...

Their wavelengths were greatly different, with Tom's full of sharp edges, rushing up and down jaggedly, refusing to keep a steady pace or rhythm. Potter's though... was like a placid pool. It didn't even mentally manifest in the typical wavelength feeling. Even the most relaxed people would still experience regular shifts in their wavelengths, but Potter's was a flatline of nothing.

If he wasn't able to feel his heartbeat and see his chest move, Tom might have thought he'd joined hands with a corpse.

"Harry, no masking," Lord Death softly ordered.

All at once, that flat line spiked to peaks even Tom's reach couldn't fathom, before instantly compressing in on itself and molding right to every single edge of Tom's wavelength. With ease, Harry Potter had changed his own wavelength to match Tom's exactly, almost cloaking it in a sense. Replicating it perhaps. Their wavelengths were now so tightly pressed together that it was impossible to tell where Tom's began and Harry's ended.

If there was a graph to show Harry and Tom's soul wavelengths, Harry's green would be superimposed over Tom's red in a perfect blend.

To be able to just change his own wavelength so easily... "Why did you bring him to me if he can match anyone?" Tom demanded, still not letting go and refusing to let his eyes leave those bright green, yet somehow dull ones. "I doubt he'll want for a weapon partner."

Death sighed. "Harry's relatives and neighbors were very much like Mrs. Cole and the other orphans were for you... He has similar issues that no one else in the school could hope to understand, and it wouldn't be healthy for him to partner with someone not emotionally compatible. Just because he could match anyone's wavelength doesn't mean he should."

Put the traumatized kids together, huh?

Hope they heal each other or some nonsense?

Curious, Tom allowed himself to change shape into his weapon form. He could feel Potter's firm grasp around the handle of his standard weapon shape, and wondered if he even knew what Tom was supposed to be.

One thing about Tom that really scared people... was his ability to control the minds of others. When used against others, he could control them, but when being used by others, he could also control them. A meister's mind was not safe from him be they 'friend' or 'foe'. He could easily exert influence over pretty much anyone but Death himself.

And yet... Harry's mind had no response to his prodding. His skills, which had thus far earned him people's fear and avoidance, did nothing. As if Harry's mind simply wasn't there at all.

"Harry, you're masking again," Death told him again.

Instantly, the empty darkness was filled with vibrant sensations from all angles, and Tom was allowed to drown in it for only a second, before Harry's entire being seemingly wrapped around him, and his soul wavelength merged with Tom's. The feeling of the beginning stages of Soul Resonance, hit him hard because it was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.

Hot and cold and vibrating at a frequency he was beginning to hear.

Tom latched on and used his own wavelength to add to what Hary produced, then sent it back along their tenuous connection.

They passed the energy back and forth, amplifying it with each loop, until Tom's entire form began to glow, and the seven metal whips of his usual form, straightened into a single, bone white shaft of what appeared to be... a scythe. A scythe made of sharpened bones and an abnormally long, human vertebrae serving as the snath.

During his first ever Soul Resonance, Tom Riddle had discovered that he was one of the demon weapons capable of changing between forms. A skill only possible in those who had ancestry connected to a witch's influence.

He had seven blades, each growing longer and shaper the higher they got, until the one at the very top curled upward ominously.

Despite being in weapon form, Tom could still perceive the world around him. Everything was in crystal clear focus, and even Potter's clammy hands couldn't ruin the experience. Not with that insane power linking them together and making him lightheaded and needy.

Their soul wavelengths peaked together, and Potter swung Tom in a complex pattern, sending bright green and red bolts of energy, arcing through the air of Death's office, piercing a hole through the ceiling in the far distance. Of all the shapes Tom would expect an attack from a magical scythe to take... lightning bolts weren't among them.

But perhaps it made sense in a way. Neither of them could be considered conventional, not with recent revelations being taken into account. Harry Potter being able to just instantly get on Tom's level wasn't even the most shocking thing.

He felt giddy in a way he hadn't since the time he'd transformed for the first time. This was his meister. Death had brought them together willingly, and now Tom would never let him go.

"You are my meister and mine alone," he told the other teen. "We're going to be partners for a very long time."

And Harry Potter simply shrugged and nodded. That was okay. Tom certainly had the time to win him over now that they'd be partnered up and moved into the same flat together to better get to know each other.

Everything in Harry Potter's life was about to revolve around Tom Riddle, and he couldn't wait to get started.

~.O.~

A/N: This has a lot of potential.

Reminiscing about Soul Eater makes me want to re-watch the anime.

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

In Love, in War Pt. 1 | Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary | She (the reader) comes from a wealthy family in Birmingham, England and he (Thomas Shelby) comes from a family of no-good troublemakers in Small Heath. Their worlds finally collide when Thomas lands himself in the triage tent of a nearby hospital camp during the battle of the Somme with a neck wound. Past traumas and heavy-handed words open old wounds, and yet, they always find their way back to Birmingham.

Warnings | Blood, gore, mentions of sex (not yet explicit), war, death, and out-dated language ("Gypsies").

Hey- Pixies 🎶

Bodysnatchers- Radiohead 🎵

Word count: 1812k

Not proofread- my b, folks!

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Yes, she knew of the Shelbys, who didn’t? She just didn’t really care. She kept her life away from the dark underbelly of Birmingham, and more focused on the bright future in front of her. She was born into a good family with sterling silver spoons in their tea set and barbs strung into their pearls. She was destined for great things, good houses, and well-groomed men with boring Christian names. That was until the beginning of the Great War and most of those men died in the pits of France and Germany. She was engaged once too, to one of those men. 

His name was Frances Gild Jr. and he loved her. He was the heir to a banking fortune with a passion for the arts. He was beyond beautiful with short blonde ringlets and blue eyes. Her daddy loved him and blessed the union when Francis asked for her hand, sliding a large diamond engagement ring onto her finger. That was two months before Britain joined the war. They were still naive enough to sneak behind the kitchen into the distant sheds to have their way with one another. They were young and prudent so their kisses were prideful and polite. Their love-making was brief and unexceptional, legs splayed in the air and fine silk ripped by old sawdust. When the war began, Francis was 20, two years her senior and assumed he was ready for war because his daddy was a Lieutenant. 

There was no time for a wedding, at least that’s what Francis said as he rushed to the front. To wait for his return and to do her part in the war effort, she trained as a nurse. Was she a good nurse? Not particularly. She often fainted from the sight of blood which brought discomfort simply from her period much less an amputated appendage. But she learned how to cope, mostly. The smell of blood was the hardest to ignore. It seemed to never wash out as much as she scrubbed beneath the beds of her nails and behind her ears, the smell was a constant companion. 

It took her a couple of months to complete the basic training course but soon after she was sent to a hospital in London to work on more serious injuries before going directly into the field. She was allowed to go home on the weekends to visit her parents in Birmingham’s wealthier neighborhoods. The job was hard and it didn’t pay well but it afforded her a bit of peace in the whole ordeal, knowing that she was helping English soldiers in some small way. She felt like she could reach Frances through these patients who came in for breaks and fractures, not gunshots or paranoia. It was during one of these long night shifts that she received the telegram postmarked from Frances Gild. She opened the envelope without concern, having received one a week since the beginning of April. That is the night she learned that Francis Gild jr. had died somewhere on the western front, spoiling in mud like old fruit. She’d overlooked the postage from Birmingham, assuming it was just another letter from her fiance, which it wasn’t. It bore his death in plain script, emotionless and frigid. 

“FRANCIS DEAD STOP KILLED IN ACTION STOP WILL SEND NEWS STOP GOD BLESS STOP.” 

She dropped the yellow paper on the clean linoleum floor and felt her jaw fall open in a shocked gasp. Nurses on the night shift rushed to quiet her or comfort her. She paled and clutched the sharp edge of the desk for support. 

“It will be ok.” Voices whispered in her ear. 

“You poor soul.” Others crossed themselves like preventing a bad curse, a hex. A dead fiance disease that carries onto young well-meaning women in close proximity; more always follow the first. 

Francis was the first for her. He was many of her firsts. In a cab back to Birmingham, she thought of the first time they had made-love. He’d finished in a matter of minutes, panting against her chest like a puppy. His eyes bore into her with more passion than his thrusts. He was her first kiss, stolen after dinner behind the china cabinet when the adults had gone through to tea and brandy. That man was dead now, and she imagined his beautiful blue eyes closed forever under the casket’s heavy lid, buried somewhere in his family’s mausoleum outside Birmingham. And what did this leave her? Not a widow, and yet, she believed in a way, she was. 

She was excused from service for three months, allotting her the same mourning period as a widow though she officially lacked the title. She was nearly two years into her training when Francis died and the war waged on in countries that seemed so far away from her house on Claremont. When she was called back to service, she went with a black armband and her light blue uniform. She was dispatched to France and left right away with a British medical unit, relieving the unit stationed at the Somme. During her months of mourning, she had avoided newspapers and prints about the war in France, so the Somme meant nothing to her. They were escorted in large covered trucks with heavy trunks of supplies and rations. Americans followed behind, whistling after the young nurses like the warning knell of a whizbang. 

The medical camp was a shock for her in sight, smell, and noise. Distant bombing and gunfire rang in her ears and vibrated the very pit of her soul. Blood and the threat of blood was as thick as the mud encircling the camp. She thought back to the sterling silver spoons of her youth as she waded through the fecal matter and mud to the office tent. She was assigned to triage. 

“Just assess the situation. Write down the serious injuries, treat the basics, and set those aside who will live for the next few hours. Use your judgment, girls.” The head nurse directed them, holding the girl back as the others hurried to the triage tent. “Word of advice?” The head nurse pursed her lips. 

“Yes, ma’am?” The girl responded. 

“Take off the armband, you’ll look like the Angel of Death out there.” 

She removed the armband strapped around her arm as she moved to the triage tent. Soldiers screamed and pleaded for assistance while others lay dying and without the strength to speak. She followed the movements of the other nurses, checking the bodies and scrambling for pencils and paper dotting with blood and mud. 

“Please help me!” One boy cried and grabbed her sleeve. She recorded his injuries and sent him to the hospital tent. 

“You’ll be fine.” She called after him as he disappeared through the thick canvas drapes. 

She marked down the men she saw who could not be saved and passed them along with a sorrowful shake of her head. The men she saw passed her by in blurs of colors and sounds like silent films in fast motion, a puppet book whose pages flip so fast that a story appears between them. 

The second week she was moved to the hospital tent which doubled as the operation theater. She was not formally trained in surgery but had picked it up in the months of study and shadowing she managed to procure in London. As long as her patients didn’t die, the doctors were willing to let nurses take over due to the lack of helpful hands and skill. Her long habit-like nurse’s cap was pinned up to her head to prevent the veil from falling into open wounds. She washed her hands as another patient was carried into the tent.  

“God dammit.” One boy cursed loudly, clutching his neck with a dirty palm. She scanned his body for further damage and accessed the neck wound. 

“Large cut from metal shrapnel. Some kind of grenade.” A second nurse who had followed the stretcher with the patient. 

“Thank you, Mandy.” She nodded to the nurse. “Sir, I need you to move your hand from the cut.” She spoke loudly over the man’s curses.

“Fuck that. I’m gonna bleed out.” He growled through his heaving breaths. 

“You’ll bleed out if you don’t move your bloody hand.” She retorted, her hand full of gauze. “I’ll pack the wound so that I can look at it, ok?” 

“Fuck me!” He yelled at the tent’s ceiling and reluctantly moved his hand. Blood spurted out from his neck before she could clamp the clean gauze down on the agitated wound.

“Ok, ok.” She soothed, frantically applying pressure and wiping the area with strong alcohol. “Mandy, hold this against the wound, I need to close it.” She ordered and switched with Mandy, rummaging through a cart of supplies with bloody hands. She removed a surgeon’s needle and thread for stitches. 

“She threaded the needle and pierced the skin around the wound with the needle, pulling the two sides of flesh together with quick movements. 

The soldier screamed and thrashed on the ground. 

“I need help over here!” She yelled over her shoulder. Two men ran over and held his arms down as she tried to finish quickly. 

“I’m sorry, sir!” She weaved the needle through one last time and tied it off. Pouring alcohol on the finished stitches, she caught her breath. “It’s done.” She gasped out and nodded to the men. They released the soldier who looked to be on the verge of unconsciousness. Mandy removed the bloody gauze and moved to the next patient.

“Give us some of that.” He panted and pointed weakly to the bottle of gin she’d been using to clean wounds. She handed it over and he took a strong swig of the horrible drink. 

“I hope,” he panted, “that I never have to see you again.” He handed back the bottle. 

“I wish the same, sir.” She nodded and stood. His hand shot out from his side and gripped her wrist with renewed strength. 

“What’s your name, nurse?” He tried to smirk. She noticed his large blue eyes as she told him. He loosened his grip on her wrist and gave a nod. 

“Thomas.” He swallowed. She paused for a moment, registering his clipt cocky accent. “Pleased to meet you.” He added when she said nothing. 

“You’ll be taken back to the infirmary to rest. Try not to move your neck because you may loosen the stitches. Don’t waste the stitches, Thomas.” She joked lightly. 

“Is that what you care about then?” He smiled. 

“What?” 

“The stitches.” 

“Yes, and you by extension. Your life is my responsibility but stitches cost money.” She laughed and stood again. 

“Good to know where we stand.” He called softly from the ground and she allowed herself to smile as she met the next group of patients.

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End part 1 :)

[bobbydagen24]

Trolls overall has a Big problem with the idea of Holding people accountable for their actions.

here's a numbered list of examples of what I'm talking about.

Cloud Guy in the Tv shows not only because he Harasses Branch most of the time with no consequences but also because Poppy goes out of her way to defend him even when his actions cause trouble for many other people.

like when he flooded the village just out of spite because Branch wouldn't do what he wanted anymore and not to mention how even when she found out that he also Harassed other people from each of the Troll Tribes she still took his side and got mad at them when they stood up for themselves and "" upset Cloud Guy "".

which even if it hadn't been revealed that it was all an act by him just to mess with them it would still make Poppy look bad since she Refused to do anything about his Blatant Bullying yet got mad at his victims when they stood up for themselves.

and not to mention made excuses for why his behaviour wasn't so bad making out like he only Harassed them because he was trying to help them which is just all kinds of wrong.

2. a lesser example but still a bad example imo is in the Trollstopia episode where Dante uses Branch as his muse and he stalks him breaks into his home and disrupts his daily Jobs which he does.

and when he goes to Poppy for help she makes out like Dante's behaviour is reasonable and tells Branch to suck it up.

and after Branch does something to get Dante to back off Poppy then gets mad at him when Dante isn't able to come up with any music ideas like that's somehow Branch's problem?

Dante needed help but Rather than ask for it he just went ahead and took it by invading someone's privacy.

and breaching their trust and then Poppy made out like Branch was wrong for setting down Boundaries with him which is just iffy to be honest feels like this episode was written by Joe Goldberg or something lol.

3. and there's Creek as I've said in the past I love him lol but I do agree that his Return in TBGO could have been done better where he could have had a little arc of slowly earning back people's trust maybe over the span of a few episodes.

4. some people like to go on about the Bergens being forgiven too easily and I agree to an extent but given how Gristle Jr couldn't exactly punish the majority of the population I don't think they really had much choice in this matter.

I feel the only problem is them acting all chummy with the rest of the Bergens like letting them off for killing their species is one thing but acting like friends with them is a whole other like staying friends with Bridget and Gristle is fine given their history and the fact that they were too young to have eaten any Trolls prior to the escape.

but acting friendly with the rest of them feels a tad insensitive like in the opening of TBT we see Branch and Poppy acting all chummy with Random Bergens and Branch even High fives a couple of them and I was just thinking to myself

"" dude they probably ate someone's loved ones in the past how would you feel if you saw other Trolls giving Chef a friendly High five? ""

5. anyway moving on there's Barb who enslaved countless people destroyed their homes and tried to wipe out all other kinds of music and she was let off in the end.

its not even like she had a last minute change of heart she literally just got beaten and that's the only reason why her plan didn't succeed and afterwards she was just instantly forgiven.

6. Bro zone I've already talked about them in Depth in the past but yeah unreliable selfish insensitive and at worst cruel not to mention they never truly change their ways.

they keep on doing the same crappy behaviour and they don't show that much remorse for their past actions yet they still get forgiven in the end Despite everything.

because yaaaay family is amazing even if they Treat you like shit over and over again.

the films message feels like it was written by a toxic parent to please other toxic parents to be honest which judging by how this film won over general audiences I'd say it worked like a Treat lol.

so yeah Despite my love for it Trolls overall as a franchise has a serous problem with actually Holding people accountable for their crappy actions and Behaviours I feel the only exception is Veneer as even tho his turn at the end felt Rushed and out of nowhere imo.

I was pleasantly surprised that the movie didn't just let him off the Hook and he still got arrested and accepted the punishment for his crimes in the end.

I feel the same thing should have happened with Barb given everything she did.

anyway if you've made it to the end of my post thank you you have the patience of a saint lol anyway what do you think about this aspect of the franchise?

[serpenndragon]

cw for horror-esque design art!

Just some concept art of Bad but it's intentionally spooky this time so :P

+ some fountain pen doodles so It isnt just a text thumbnail O-o

ignore that he doesnt have his scars or uhm. hair

We need more BadBoyHalo being a scary monster so I am here to deliver 🫡 If you havent seen my other art this is his "true" form and what he's worried about the other members seeing, even though a few already know (like quackity, wilbur, niki, tubbo, ect) and the other's probbaly wouldnt judge him or see him differently other than being a bit surprised.

This is turning into a bit of a species info dump but that's what tumblr is for I guess so !

Some things to know- This strange looking ten foot tall monsterish form is what regular Wither demons normally look like! Ofc they're not always pissed like how I drew here but the unsettlingness can still stick around when theyre not trying to be threatening just because of their large teeth, claws, and well being large LOL Bad, coming from the nether originally got the gist firsthand how the overworld viewed WIther Demons and most people were scared of him, so as a safety measure and for his own anxiety he learned transfiguration magic over the coarse of a few years to create himself a smaller, less thretening form. At first it was hard and painful to maintain his smaller form (which is about 5'6, gets rid of most of his teeth, smaller horns/tail/wings that can't fly and less defined leg joints) but after a while of using it frequently along with getting better with his magic he's able to maintain it prettymuch constantly! Though he does have to revert back for at least 30 minutes a day to avoid health issues and longterm transfiguration detriments. (I had a breif idea that during purgatory he would be forced into his true form to defend himself and/or because he kept his smaller one up in front of everyone for too long) Anyyyways Dapper and most of the other babies know about his real form! He lets them ide on his back sometimes and teaches them how to fly/roar and other silly things. hmm another fun fact, Bad has the demon equivelent of a dad bod, if you notice he shed the spikes on his upper back and neck (which parent demons do so their babies can ride on their backs safely), and gained the barbs on his lower neck (which he can rattle to better communicate and imitate the call of a baby demon, it doenst serve much of a purpose with the baby dragons seeing as they aren't wither demons but they've grown fond of the sound when Bad would make it on accident, and can mimic it <3) AKA with the addition of the dragon babies his body went into dad mode like it had when JR was born, he can't really control it but doesnt really mind and it does kinda help him with them anyways. In addition to the physical changes, he's also beome incredibly protective over them Despite them not being his bloodborn children (this is common for wither demons, since their species is scarce they evolved to get these paternal instincts and hormones when they take a paternal role which was meant for ophaned baby demons but works with other species too, Bad's just like oh okay I have a handful of baby dragons my body thinks is its own now woah okay

Went off on a tangent there LMAO i could talk about him all day anyways hope you like my ideas :D

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Where hatred fades~Vinicius jr.

Wearing: +18, smut, cheating, english is not my first language.

There was a rivalry that went far beyond the football field. Vinicius Jr and you, Gavi's girlfriend, couldn't stand each other, you were like cat and dog. Every meeting between you became a heated clash, made up of barbs, biting jokes and verbal challenges that neither of you wanted to lose.

It all started when, during a birthday party organized by Raphinha. Vinicius looked at you next to Gavi and almost took his breath away at how sexy you looked in that short dress that showed off all your curves. He snorted knowing that he couldn't do this about you because you were engaged and above all you supported Barcelona, ​​which had always been his rival team.

Seeing you alone, he approached you and wasted no time in provoking you. “Did you forget to wear your Barça shirt?” he said with a teasing smirk.

You raised an eyebrow, leaving him no chance. “No, it's just that I prefer to dress well rather than in Real Madrid's colours,” you replied, throwing a defiant look and then leaving while he watched you walk away knowing that the squabble didn't end there.

••••

One evening Vinicius saw you when he entered the bar with Jude, Kylian and Rodrygo and came to you while they looked at him in confusion.

"Oh, look who's here! The Blaugrana fan who settled for the most aggressive and least technical midfielder in the whole of La Liga."

Initially, you tried to ignore the provocations. But every time Vinícius showed up, he managed to find a way to embarrass or infuriate you. When you posted a photo on Instagram wearing the Barcelona shirt, Vinícius commented: "Ah, nice Halloween joke! I thought you were a serious fan."

But the straw that broke the camel's back was when Vinícius, in an interview, made a harsh joke about Gavi and you.

You were furious and decided to answer him publicly: "Maybe Vinícius should worry less about the shirts I'm wearing and more about his dribbling, given that the last time he played at Camp Nou he was practically invisible."

Your arguments became more and more public and fans began to notice the tension between you. Gavi tried to stay calm, but he too was tired of the constant provocations.

The tension could be felt in the air even before the kick-off. You were in the stands, cheering hard for Barcelona. Vinicius, on the pitch, felt the pressure and turned towards you every time he scored. He couldn't resist: after every successful action, he looked for you only to see you annoyed, and this amused him.

At the end of the match, you were going to Gavi since there were only a few players left but you stopped when you felt Vinicius' gaze on you from the other side of the locker room. When you went in his direction he smiled and teased you: “So, what's it like to see Real Madrid win?”

You, with your usual confidence, replied "Don't worry, next time I'll be the one laughing."

You were turning to leave but Vinícius stops you by pressing your wrist in your hands as you turned to look at him.

You didn't know how you ended up in the locker room of real madrid as you were kneeling in front of vinicius while you were sucking his cock and he was holding your hair.

“You're sucking my cock like a needy whore” he said moaning as he pushed more into your mouth. “Maybe you just are” he said giving a small laugh as he saw you touching his balls while swirling your tongue around his thick one.

“Oh shit” he moaned as he pushed himself faster into you and you gagged as you tried to take all of him, you had never seen a cock this big and if someone had told you before today you would be sucking the cock of the person you hated the most you would have laughed.

You tried to take him all in your mouth with his brute thrusts while the tip of your nose did touch his well-groomed pubis, his fingers tangled in your hair more and more. Muffled moans left his throat, pushing his hips up and deeper into your mouth. You started to gag and he only tightens his grip, abusing your mouth for his pleasure. Tears pricked your eyes, blinking sharply to free them before they stained your cheeks.

“Fuck, you have such a beautiful mouth, perfect for my cock,” he growled as you squeezed his balls in your palm and sent him over the edge. His cock throbbed on your tongue, his load reaching the back of your throat. You swallow quickly, using your thumb to slide over your bottom lip to clean it and he groans.

“Fuck that was hot” he said as he kissed you passionately and ferociously as you moaned into the kiss at how good he was and how beautiful his plump lips felt.

When you broke apart he looked at you with pure hunger and you felt your pussy throb, a deep ache in your lower abdomen as his fingers danced up the back of your thigh to grip the flesh of your ass, massaging it roughly.

He took off your shirt and deftly removed your bra to squeeze your right nipple with his hand while his left one wrapped it in his mouth sucking and nibbling it and you moaned loudly.

“Vini, please” you cried wanting more as he giggled like a bastard knowing he had you under his thumb.

He gave your nipples one last suck and then gave them a slap that made you moan in pleasure.

He took off his shirt revealing his sculpted physique and you unintentionally touched his abs and he smiled. He gently took your hands to move them and gently told you to raise your arms in the area, at first you didn't understand but then seeing that he was putting on you his Real Madrid t-shirt you felt your pussy throbbing more and more.

"There, now you're perfect" he said as he took off your panties and threw them to one side of the changing room. You felt your legs give way and you held onto his muscular shoulders as he kissed you again while you moaned feeling how his hard cock was touching the entrance of your pussy.

“Please fuck me” you begged and he moaned then complied. He took your legs and tied them around his waist and then entered you

When he entered he hissed while you screamed feeling his big cock stretching your walls.

“Fuck you are so big” you cried resting your head on his shoulder as he sighed and started to push himself further into you and sucked on your neck, marking you and you moaned louder and louder. You held onto his back tightly as you scratched it and you both moaned from the hard thrusts.

“Babe, you're squeezing my cock, you're making me feel so good” He said as he nibbled on your neck and you moaned.

“I bet you wouldn't mind if your boyfriend came in and saw that you were taking my cock like a fucking slut” he continued as he pushed himself harder and harder into you while you moaned louder and he felt that when he said those words to you your pussy tightened around his cock as confirmation. And he let out a laugh that was broken by a moan as he pushed himself even more roughly while you moaned his name like a song.

Vinicius groaned while still inside you he sat on his changing bench and you groaned feeling the change in the new position.

“Fuck you, you're so tight… you're taking my cock so good… that's all, baby, ride me!” He praised you as he placed his warm hands on your hips as you began to move on him making you both moan.

Your palms press into his chest as you use his cock to your heart's content, angling your hips, bringing him almost all the way out only to then fall back down. Your tits swayed with each thrust and he saw them as you wore his Real Madrid t-shirt and Vinicius moaned loudly as you slapped your ass hard.

“Look at you riding my cock wearing my Real madrid shirt” he said moaning as he helped you with the thrusts. You could hear the sound of your thrusts and moans but you couldn't care less, he was making you feel so good that you couldn't think logically.

Vinicius knew you were close as you continued to move with more speed as he helped you with the thrusts and wrapped his fingers around your throat and squeezing. The lack of air sent you over the edge, your vision blurred and your toes curled and he felt your pussy tightening tighter and tighter on his cock.

“You like that you're riding my cock while I choke you, yeah?” He said as he grabbed your ass and pushed it harder onto his cock again making you moan louder and louder

Your pussy sucks him deeper, pushing him against the sweet spot inside, your orgasm flooding through you. You're an incoherent mess on top of him, hair disheveled, sweat sheen on your skin, mouth wide open as you scream. Just the sight of it makes his balls tighten and his load squirt deep inside you, his cock throbbing inside your tight walls. While you close your eyes from too much pleasure.

"Shit!" He screams, his second orgasm overwhelming him. Sending his body back to the bench with his chest heaving as he tries to regain normal breathing.

"Are you OK?" His soft voice brings you back to reality as he opens his eyes to see your naked body on top of him, hovering over his limp cock but you moaned feeling his thick length again.

“I haven't had sex this intense,” you stated shyly. His hand holds your thigh to keep you from moving away from him, giving you his famous smirk. Your cheeks blush when you realize that you just fucked your boyfriend's enemy and more importantly the person you thought you hated most of all.

“So… round two? He said slapping your ass.