#but the other one very cool nonetheless and both are very rare!

[thatrobotkid]

rj sketches for the pilot

courtesy of billy and mandy creator, maxwell atoms

source: instagram

[wickjump]

Hey um if that's fine what do you think about Fresh x Error (if we ignore Error's hatred/fear for Fresh in the canon)

It's fine if you don't want to answer-

(or heck even in bromance)

RETROGLITCH!!!!! AW man. i think they’re a really neat pair (cq jokes about them being canon too so how could i not at this point) and are UNFAIRLY underrated. i feel like it would be a huge “i hate you” to “i wouldn’t kill you if given the option 💕” dynamic. this is sort of how i imagine them going:

“i hate you so so so much” -> “i hate you but i can tolerate you under certain circumstances” -> “okay sit over there don’t speak don’t move and you can watch my show with me” -> “okay FINE you can sit on the beanbag dear god” -> “okay so i don’t want to touch you but because you’re SO insistent here’s a doll of me. touch that all you want. why do i have one? shut up and keep watching the show” -> extended periods of hand holding but error glares at fresh every so often and fresh just grins back

i think they’re fun. they’d be a slow burn definitely but i feel they could happen. it’s joked about that fresh comes to error to rant even if error doesn’t seem to care. so like. they do interact. error fears fresh because he can’t be destroyed like aus can, because fresh doesn’t belong to any known au. that and the whole “living sensory nightmare” thing.

and fresh does show the ability to have good character development. he can feel things, it’s just difficult to get him to, and he fears those feelings because he doesn’t understand them and they’re purely irrational. and he canonically can feel romantic attraction too, as shown with greaser. fresh would 100% be able to harbor genuine feelings for error, so that can’t be argued against them. i feel fresh would reason “i like error, error doesn’t like when i do X, and if i keep doing X, he will leave, which i don’t want, because i like error” with certain aspects of himself, as in the touching and the sensory overload he brings. he’s very rational and simplistic with his thought process at times, so it wouldn’t be hard for him to learn to cool it a bit with the whole bugging error 24/7 thing.

error would be able to slowly tolerate fresh more, especially after fresh tones it down a bit with the touching and loudness and all that. again, they’d be a very slow burn but it would burn nonetheless. i like them a lot. i think they’re super sweet and cool and underrated. i can’t find any good fics on them :( (recs appreciated)

fresh would bug error to knit him arm/leg warmers i feel. and error would complain about fresh being there sitting in the corner watching him but eventually he’d get used to and appreciate his presence. fresh is like a body double for him

fresh is also, as ive said before on tiktok, much more sociable than most other “creepy” characters. he’s a social type of guy, he interacts fluently with people even if he can be a bit offputting at first. he would be fun at a party!!!! he would probably manage to socialize error a bit more because the isolation is only furthering his fucked up murdery mindset which is good for him.

something else really funny is that fresh is so emotionally unintelligent that he does not register romance when he feels it. his character is unused to emotion outside of the rare primal fear he’s programmed with, so when he experiences it he’s either freaked out or doesn’t understand it. romance is canonically something fresh doesn’t understand when he feels it iirc. so he and error are also both emotionally unintelligent idiots when it comes to their feelings which makes them a match made in heaven and also hell i think.

i think they’re cool…!!!!!

[revalition]

OCT 15 - ENDURANCE Take the blows. Don’t let the world kill you.

Endurance!! I don't love him, but that's okay. He's just not as interesting to me as the others, and spearheads the fascist questline. that definitely does him no favours. but I do cherish all the skills nonetheless, including him

Quotes under the cut!

endurance fun facts from my spreadsheet:

- swear score of 8 - damages and heals an equal amount of morale - says "we" more than "I" (almost double) - Endurance says "sorry" just once, when you're about to die

the heart attack endurance quotes are really really sad. which makes them excellent. but it's too painful for me to look at and I want to be able to use these posts as references so they're being omitted!

anyway, endurance quotes!

endurance definitely directing the blame back up to the intellect group here haha

this is so funny to me. endurance begrudgingly letting you have both kim and dora in his hypothetical aerostatic

I wasn't sure if I should give this one to endurance or PT, but I really like it. lovingly adorn him in a ceramic shell

your stomach doing his job well

uhm, is that how it works honey?

what is wrong with this skill?? (so, so many things)

see, there's 'what's wrong with him' said with utmost affection, like when I look at electrochemistry. and then there's without the affection. that's the version endurance gets. sorry my guy

(if you have your badge he confirms it's not your birthday haha) just the idea of harry asking one of his own skills if it's his birthday...

this heartwarming dialogue about being sober! I'm pretty sure it's not implemented in the game but I love it all the same.

this is a godly endurance check for some reason?? (maybe it's a fail? I can't tell on Fayde...)

endurance no! they're all idiots...

hghh endurance ew

this is too funny. tutorial agent not you too...!

this is so totally not here just because volition said it (picking "wait, get who back?" immediately damages volition btw, poor bby) ultramarathon is such a funny nickname. fitting enough, I suppose.

endurance is so stupid...

also endurance compromised!

amazing. ty endurance. I'm sure that's making Harry feel better

alternate:

YOU - Oh my god, I'm going to die! ENDURANCE - Yeah, probably, one day. But not this very minute.

endurance knowing what a focal epileptic seizure is and where it's occurring and then just going i'unno when asked if it's dangerous... why is he like this.

also you're *probably* going to die one day? cmon buddy

instead of asking why, you can also say:

YOU - Don't you sass me. Get on with the story.

hehe. Zone of Irredeemable Catastrophe! :(

of course your gut does, it has to do with gary... savvy having no interest in it is wonderful

as always much love for this infra-materialism book shutting down everyone's methods of thinking (except inland's)

running reservoirs haha. extremely rare polite endurance

I *think* I understand what he's trying to say... Volition has it right. Sometimes you need to be unmade to heal.

stupid endurance...

seagull dialogue has to be in here cause it's awesome. the body remembers... (also endurance saying good boy??)

first endurance line is the antipassive (failure) and the second one is the success. I don't think he's super impressed...

this is so random, just in the middle of talking to klaasje on the first day. uhm good job endurance...

what a normal, straight thing to think! all the skills chiming in on the smoker is so funny to me

don it and live!!

I have two screenshot spots left so here are my WIPs :)

he's just in the background in the banner one (the second one). I think he came out pretty cool in the spring storm one though (first one)

that's it! endurance is my least favourite of the fys skills by a landslide. I'm very excited for the rest of them :)

[breakfastteatime]

Today's Fallen Order request is "That looks broken" for @blueflowertea

The sun shines outside, flowers bloom, Greez has freshly baked bread cooling in the galley and all is calm and quiet aboard the ship. The others have ventured into a nearby market, leaving Greez with the whole ship to himself. He’s set the navicomp to run maintenance routines, the deck is sparking from his intense scrubbing, he baked the aforementioned bread (mostly to get rid of the odour of whatever the heck Cal tracked in from their last stop on an honest-to-great-grandma swamp planet), and the refresher hasn’t been that tidy since the day the ship left the production line.

All in all, Greez has had a very productive day while the others go gallivanting, with their ‘the Force is calling me’ and ‘I wish to see a new world’ and scanning, always scanning. It’s the first time in too long Greez has been able to play his own music on the sound system too. Apparently Latero lounge funk is nauseating for Humans. And Greez means that literally – both Cere and Cal get all woozy and pale if he tries playing it. It makes Merrin giggle uncontrollably in a genuinely dangerous to her health kind of way.

Greez makes himself a cup of caf and prepares to sit down, maybe catch a pod race, when he hears familiar voices approaching. He switches off his music and watches BD lead the way. That’s unusual. He rarely puts his own feet on the ground unless…

Greez looks up. Cal is on his feet, conscious and limping. Cere and Merrin follow, Merrin looking extremely pleased with herself while Cere looks like she’s ready to catch Cal at a moment’s notice.

“What happened?” Greez asks.

“Cal did not look where he was going,” Merrin says. “He tripped over a market stall.”

“And did such a great job putting it back together the stall owner wasn’t even mad at me!” Cal flops down onto the couch. Good thing Greez didn’t get around to cleaning that off today. He’s covered in soil. “And I was looking where I was going. I just got distracted. Totally different problem.”

“Yes, you see something shiny, and all other thoughts fall out of your head,” Merrin says.

“Nah, that’s BD, right, buddy?”

BD cackles and dashes off to scan the terrarium.

“Take your boot off,” Cere says.

“I twisted it, Cere, it’s nothing.”

“Take your boot off. Greez, grab me the medscanner.”

Greez never, ever, messes with Cere when she’s using this tone of voice. Cal, on the other hand, is not that wise.

“I twisted my ankle. Some ice, a few stretches, it’ll be fine.”

“And how are you going to apply the ice with the boot on? Take it off. Now.”

Merrin snorts. Cal levels a glare at her. She heads off into her and Cere’s cabin. Greez hands over the scanner to Cere. He gives Cal a nudge. “There’s no need to turn this into a fight,” he whispers.

It isn’t much of a flashpoint, but it’s one nonetheless and despite all this time together, no one has managed to iron out Cal’s ‘I’ll work through anything’ mentality. On top of that, he’s a young man who clearly wants to spread his wings. Greez gets it, he really does, but sometimes Cal needs a reminder he isn’t immortal. No, it’s simpler than that. Sometimes, he needs reminders that he doesn’t need to be in pain constantly.

With much eye-rolling and amateur dramatics, Cal reaches for his boot. He pulls, and Greez watches him literally go several shades paler. A funny gasp emerges from him, and he grabs the couch cushions, knuckles bleaching white. Greez hears Cere take a breath, ready to lecture, and reaches over to whack her on the arm. The woman really needs to know when to push and when to shut up.

It’s slow and painful (literally for Cal, based on how much he’s sweating), but the boot comes off.

Greez can’t help himself. “That looks broken.”

Cal is silent as Cere scans the obvious problem. Greez grabs an icepack, ready to put on the injury the moment they have confirmation.

“Yes,” Cere says. “Broken. It’s a hairline fracture, so a bone knitter and a few days of rest will fix it right up.” She reaches into the medkit once more and pulls out said knitter. Definitely an essential purchase, one they’d made not long after meeting Cal.

Head shaking, Cal tries to pull away. “I don’t need to rest it, I can manage.”

Certain he knows why Cal thinks he can ‘manage’, Greez slaps the icepack down just hard enough to catch Cal, who hisses and levels a glare at him. “You are resting it. Consider the rest of us at your beck and call.”

Cal pauses, turning the thought around. “Everyone?”

Greez nods. “Merrin!” Cal bellows at the top of his lungs. “You’re at my beck and call! Grab me a drink, please!”

[hmshermitcraft]

for the theme:

After they'd been together for a few months, Grian figured he should tell Scar one of his biggest secrets...he's a Watcher. One that would protect hermitcraft at all costs, but one nonetheless. He shows Scar his Watcher form and tells Scar that much like shapeshifters, once someone becomes a Watcher, they can change their everyday appearance however they'd like...although Grian usually just uses it to change his eye color to the deep chocolatey brown he usually keeps it at (rather than his natural crystal blue, which for the record Scar thinks both colors are equally beautiful and he could get deeply lost in his boyfriend's eyes no matter the color) and occasionally to change the look of his wings for life series or to match his outfit very rarely. He's already told both Xisuma and Mumbo about this since the first day he joined, although Mumbo and Pearl are the only ones on the server that know what he looks like in his Watcher form...how does Pearl know? Uhhhhhh- that's a story for another day he says.

Scar rolls his eyes. It's pretty obvious Grian and Pearl knew each other prior to being on Hermitcraft. Scar isn't jealous (he's a little jealous, but not that he sees Pearl as a rival, he just wants to have known Grian for longer!)

He totally doesn't pester Grian to see cool things he can do. Considering the outcome Grian was afraid of, this is a lot better.

[autismnation]

Scare

Summary: You and your friend go to a haunted house, expecting scares but recieving romance.

Pairing: Scare Actor Hobie Brown x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Not beta read + wrote this at 1am so if it sucks that’s why. Fluff (I guess?). 2nd person POV. Hobie Brown wearing a skirt. Reader’s friend is terrified of everything/Reader is fearless. Reader simping for Hobie in internal dialogue. Flirty Hobie (kinda?).

Words: 900.

You rarely got scared.

You could watch a million horror movies and fall asleep through them all, people could jump out at you all day long and you would laugh; you went to every haunted house available and only managed to yawn.

Your friend, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. They were an utter scaredy-cat, hiding behind pillows before the horror movie even began and unable to even enjoy kids’ scares.

But you promised to fix that — and that’s why you were at the new haunted house that recently opened up.

“Let’s do the worse one and get it over and done with,” You suggested.

Your friend shook their head firmly, looking like they were already a few moments away from shrieking in fear, “No! Let’s work up to them. That way, I won’t, you know, pass out in the first one.”

You stared at the map in your hand and gestured to a ride beside you, “Well, that one’s supposed to be the least scary but—“

Before you could finish, your friend had grabbed your hand and dragged you along with them as they got on the ride. It was only a few minutes long and you sat in a cart that looked like a coffin.

“Cute,” You hummed at the ride’s decorations as it began.

You didn’t expect much to happen. The only people you’d seen get on the ride were pre-teens so you expected cheap jump-scares and awfully annoying creepy music. And you were pretty much right — it made you yawn, and sometimes wince when your friend squeezed your hand too hard.

Finally, you had reached the end, bumping into an empty cart that seemed to have been left behind.

“Okay, you can stop screaming now,” You said as you grabbed your friend by their shoulders and gave them a rough shake.

“I’m going to pee my pants,” They whispered.

You let out a snort of amusement, “You probably already have. Now, let’s wait for these restraints to lift so we can see something that’s actually—“

And that’s when they got you.

Someone jumped out of the cart in front of you. They lunged forward, sharp and spiked teeth bared, as they let out an ear splitting shriek.

You jerked backward involuntarily and let out a small yelp. It was nothing compared to your friend’s reaction since you had to physically muffle their scream with your hand, but it surprised you nonetheless.

The restraints finally lifted and you both got out of the cart. Teeth still bared, the actor that scared you started to walk forward.

You had to admit, their costume was pretty cool: one of the scariest you’d seen, actually. Their makeup was a pattern of bold and sharp spikes and they even had white contacts in to erase their pupils, as well as piercings that flashed different colours under the lights of the haunted house. It seemed like their outfit was handmade too. They wore a t-shirt made out of other different t-shirts, safety pinned together and splashed with fake blood. Their long red skirt that looked very much like real organs sewn together made shivers run down your spine. The actor also wore ripped fishnets and had big clunky boots on.

A smile came to your face as you pointed at your own identical shoes, “Hey, me too!”

The actor tilted their head, sticking their tongue out. Somehow, it had been stained red too, adding to the whole killer aesthetic that was going on. For a moment, it seemed like they were going to say something…Then they darted straight toward you.

Your friend screamed and leapt back, but you stood your ground, used to the fake-outs the actors usually pulled.

The actor stopped a few centimetres away from you. They raised their hand, waving it in front of your face. You realised they had silver rings on too, some plain silver bands and some horror-like such as a skull or a realistic human heart.

You stared up at the actor, opening your mouth to say something, but became absolutely speechless as they chuckled.

A low, deep chuckle.

Your eyes widened as you realised the person in front of you was a man. A man with a very attractive voice.

“Nice costume,” was all you managed to get out, almost tripping over your words, as you shifted on your feet. Suddenly, it felt like every nerve of yours was on fire.

The man chuckled again, “Thanks, love.”

He had a British accent. You chuckled awkwardly, trying to ignore how hard your heart was pounding. The man leaned forward, waiting for your response as he smiled softly.

“Your rings are really cool,” You finally said before quickly walking past him, accidentally knocking his shoulder with yours.

Before you could leave, his hand was gripping your wrist tightly and turning you around. He took your hand and placed a ring inside — the one shaped like a skull.

“See you around, yeah?” He grinned as he closed your fist around the piece of jewellery, tapping it gently, “Name’s Hobie, by the way.”

The next few moments seemed to go by in a blur. You told him your name, learnt he’d be on break soon, got told to see him. You left the ride with a goofy grin on your face, your friend complaining in your ear about how unfair it was that you got such a good guy in such a small amount of time…

But you couldn’t focus on anything other than Hobie and his attractive voice and his pretty ring wrapped around your finger.

[thenativetank]

VA Native Fish Hunting - 26

The wife and I went camping with a few friends in far northern VA over the long weekend. The weather held up pretty well thankfully and I was able to go wading in the stream a few times! We found lots of cool stuff, including a couple of new species to me. Take a look below the cut!

By far the most numerous invertebrates in this river were crayfish - very few snails and no shrimps here, I think the crayfish depressed their numbers. I'm normally not good with identifying them, but these guys could easily be identified as Allegheny Crayfish (Faxonius obscurus) due to the red marks at the end of their claws. Some posed for pictures, most raged at being caught.

Lots of Green Sunfish (Lepomis cyanellus) at this location. I only caught a few of the smaller dudes, but I saw many in the 3 to 6 inch range. They were gorgeous shades of oranges, blues, and greens that compete with the longears you see so often posted. I would love to bring a pole next time and catch one.

I saw more darters on this trip than any other location I've fished at. Most were these Tesselated Darters (Etheostoma olmstedi) - common along the east coast but still fun. There's also a chance these are Johnny Darters (Etheostoma nigrum) as they are very similar and their range overlaps here. I certainly can't tell from the photos I took.

The most common fish were these Blacknose Daces - I think Eastern (Rhinichthys atratulus) but at least one person I talked to thought Westerns (R. obtusus) were more common here. I have no clue, both used to be considered one species due to their similarity. But they are a fun and beautiful species, especially in their breeding dress.

Mixed in with the daces were the occasional Central Stonerollers (Campostoma anomalom). I originally thought these were a Cyprinella spp of some sort, but no the young Stonerollers just look nothing like the adults. Kinda drab at this age but they definitely become unique looking adults.

A first for me! This Northern Hogsucker (Hypentelium nigricans) is the first member of the Sucker family Catostomidae I've ever caught! This species was kind of rare here as I only managed to catch this one - but I'm psyched all the same. There were also White Suckers here but I couldn't catch one. Oh well.

My fave catch though were these Rainbow Shiners (Etheostoma caeruleum) - another first for me! I wish I would have been able to catch a full breeding colored male here - the blue and orange is striking! - but I'm happy nonetheless. If I wasn't 3 hours and change from home, I might have snatched them up.

We found a few Eastern Elliptio (Elliptio complanata) here too, a species of freshwater mussel. Not super exciting animals but always kinda fun to find.

This was a weird find! I had no idea what I was looking at... a plant? I didn't see any roots... so an algae? I found some bits broken off so I took a closer look...

It's a freshwater sponge - a Lake Sponge (Spongilla lacustris)! I am enamored with it... while I knew suckers and darters and minnows could be found here, I had no idea that any sponges could be found in this range. I dunno if I could ever keep them successfully in an aquarium setting but I feel they would be cool tank inhabitants!

[ourfatherwhoartinhell]

Bonded in Blue

Pairing | Sister Emery (OC) x Alpha

Word count | 2.1k

Warnings | None :)

Tags | Light-hearted, fluff, domestic!Alpha, theres an attempt at humour if you squint

Plot Summary: Emery has never seen Alpha's flame. When he decides to show her, she finds out that it's as beautiful and unique as her mate is. Alpha also explains more about what it means to be mated to a ghoul.

A/N: Ok ok, I saw this fanart done by @xruiiii-blog that inspired this idea of Alpha having a different coloured flame than normal fire ghouls because he's ancient. I had to write something about it so here it is! Enjoy!

(HUGE LOVING S/O TO @ghoulelegy AND @sister-nyx FOR THEIR HELP WITH THIS ONE!! 🖤🖤🖤)

It was well known by all members of the Ministry that the ghouls they worked with were, at their core, tied to elements. Elements that were actually pretty handy to have around. 

You could find Water ghouls spending their time helping the kitchen staff with the dishes. Or alongside the Earth ghouls outside, making sure the flowers and shrubbery their brethren erected in the garden were blooming and quenched. The more experienced Water ghouls would be found guarding the river behind the Ministry, protecting those from the otherworldly creatures and spirits that have been known to lurk in the dark waters.

The more adept Quintessence ghouls were happy to assist the medical teams in the infirmary. Their powers were proven to be far beyond what modern science could produce, helping both the members of the clergy and other ghouls alike who found themselves in need. The more squeamish ghouls sharing this element, or those who needed more time to refine their skills, often found their calling as the MInistry’s therapists. Their unique ability to sense changes in emotions had often been noted to be not unlike mind-reading. 

The increasing number of ghouls that presented an aptitude for multiple elements - multi-ghouls as they were called - were not particularly strong in one specific area, but were a welcome help nonetheless! They would often be called upon as personal amplifiers for other ghouls, increasing the elemental strength of the receiving ghouls substantially. 

Just yesterday, Swiss was called into the infirmary to help Aether fix up a poor Fire ghoul that fell in the pool. Normally it wouldn’t have been an issue, but poor Aether had been working for a continuous 12 hours at that point and was exhausted. Without Swiss, Aether would have had to call on Phantom (who’s abilities were not the most reliable on any given day) and the outcome could have been very, very different. 

These multi-ghouls have turned out to be irreplaceable. Their skills helped to reduce elemental burnout significantly.

The Fire ghouls of the Ministry have often been thought of as rare. Only witnessing three in the time since Papa Emeritus I, and one had to be made. These ghouls are not ones you want to cross. Their temper is like a rolling boil just waiting for someone to turn up the dial. 

They are often called upon in the wintertime to keep the fires around the large building alight, and to help those suffering with hypothermia or frostbite. They’re also the ones to call if you’re in need of someone to fix glassware or windows. It’s not widely known, but most of the glass sculptures you can find sparsely decorating the Ministry were actually made by Ifrit - the ones he didn’t end up breaking in excitement anyway.

Ifrit was mainly found in the kitchen, fixing glasses, plates and various tableware that found itself with cracks or chips. Having more control over his element than Dewdrop, he was also wholly in charge of repairing the Ministry’s many large windows. 

Dewdrop found he actually enjoyed his job helping the Sisters keep the building alight. Since he didn’t sleep much anymore, throughout the night he followed cool patches of the building and gave the nearest fireplace a helping hand. He particularly enjoyed lighting the streetlamps that stood along the driveway. 

The driveway was a long, gravel covered path that connected the Ministry to the main road as it weaved through the dense forest that surrounded the property. Dewdrop would sometimes get sidetracked however, amusing himself by scaring unexpecting hikers who found themselves getting a little too close to home for his liking. Since letting Dew out once a night to monitor the entranceway, Copia has noticed a significant decrease in Christian protestors grumbling and camping out at the entrance of the property.

The Ministry’s first Fire ghoul, however, was rarely seen these days; Alpha was seldom seen outside of the den in the summer, or the basement in the winter, where he spent most of his time monitoring the ancient coal powered heating system. It took a very powerful Fire ghoul to keep it up and running due to its size, the kind of strength that Ifrit or Dewdrop may never have. 

He was okay with his role though, someone had to do it. The only one who ever really saw him when he wasn’t tending to the coals, was Sister Emery. In the winter, he would often go to her for a cold bath, covered in black and absolutely exhausted.

“Lets get that soot off your pretty face,” she would say, as she happily helped her mate clean up and recharge.

In all the years they had been together, Sister Emery had never actually seen Alpha’s flames. She had seen Ifrit’s, an energetic and wild bright orange that almost always looked out of control. She was also there when the other Fire ghouls helped Dewdrop find his. After days of attempts, a bright and angry red flame crackled and sparked around his fingers. The smoke, she noted, trailed off in a strange shade of blue and green. A reminder of his birth element, Water.

Yet, she had never seen Alpha’s.

You would think after all the years they’ve been together, it would’ve happened by now. Even if by accident! Emery decided that today she was going to fix that.

After finishing her chores, the Sister headed to the ghoul den. Ignoring the younger ghouls shouting as she entered. They were currently playing an aggressive game of Twister, where Phantom was looking to go undefeated for 6 weeks. Emery said hi to Rain and Earth as she passed by, heading towards the stairs that lead further down into the den before noticing her friend.

“Hi, Omega. Is Alpha in his room?”

The older ghoul smiled as he turned around. “As far as I know, Ember!”

Ember. That nickname came shortly after her and Alpha became official. ‘Get it? Cause your name is Emery, it sounds like ember cause Alpha’s a– nevermind’. She had just chuckled and decided to let him keep it, secretly finding it cute. It was like her way of being a part of the pack, besides being simply mated to one of them.

Emery thanked Omega and continued down the spiral staircase. 

Alpha liked having his living area in the lower area of the den since it was cooler down there. At first, Emery shuddered at the thought of living in an igloo, but it turned out to be a pretty good fit in the end. It came equipped with its own personal heater who always kept her nice and toasty!

She reached the bottom of the staircase and approached the first door on the left, lightly knocking before making her way inside. She found Alpha laying on the bed, reading the book she picked up for him yesterday.

“Hey!” He said, closing the book and patting beside him as he sat up, leaning against the headboard. “What’s up?”

Emery made the 4 steps over to the bed and decided she hadn’t bothered her mate enough today, intentionally climbing over him and making a fuss. Alpha rolled his eyes and held her waist, stopping her from making it completely over to the other side, and held her to him.

“I haven’t seen you all day, where have you been?”

“I had extra chores today cause Sister Niamh isn’t feeling well, but Aether said she’d be right as rain tomorrow.” Emery said with a yawn as she settled into Alpha’s side, resting her head on his chest. “Not Rain like, Rain. Like– ugh, you know what I mean.”

Alpha just chuckled as she played with her fingers, heating his own as he worked to soothe the achiness she must be feeling after her long day.

“That’s not the only thing on your mind,” he pressed.

Now or never, Emery thought. “Why have I never seen what your flame looks like?”

Alpha paused, not at all what he was expecting her to say. 

“I’ve seen Ifrit’s many times when he comes to fix the windows in the library. I was there when you guys helped Dew find his.” She reminisced. “But I’ve never seen yours.”

“You never asked.” In truth, he didn’t really have an answer. “It’s not as much of a big deal as it used to be, but it used to be something sacred.”

Emery kept quiet. If he didn’t want to show her, then she wouldn’t press him to. She didn’t realize that it could be something that personal or intimate, since the other ghouls showcase theirs all the time. But Alpha was a lot older than the other ghouls - maybe things had changed.

“If you wanted to see it my dear, then all you had to do was ask.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything. I didn’t realize it was so personal.”

Alpha chuckled and rested his head in the crook of her neck, kissing the mating bite he put there a year ago. “Star, there is nothing you could do, or say, to make me feel uncomfortable. You’re my mate. That means you’re as much a part of me as I am you. I probably should’ve shown you earlier, but I didn’t think you were interested.”

Alpha began to scent her lightly as she relaxed further into his embrace, a wicked smile growing on his face. “Although, maybe I should show it more often. Remind these ghouls who you belong to, cause I can smell Aether all over you.”

It was Emery’s turn to chuckle as she reached up and affectionately bonked him on the nose. “What did you expect! He came to visit me in the library looking for a book to help Phantom. I couldn’t leave a friend in need!”

Alpha’s chest rumbled as he hummed in response, untangling an arm from around Emery’s waist. He held his hand out in-front of her, turning his closed fist over and opening his fingers to reveal a small, calm flame flickering at the center.

“Alpha.” Her eyes widened, utterly enchanted. “Amare, this is…”

“Not what you expected?”

“It’s blue!” She smiled before reaching out to touch it, quickly catching herself.

“You can touch it, go ahead.” Sister Emery turned her neck to glare at the ghoul. “Yeah, and burn myself so you can laugh at my stupidity. I thought you didn’t want me to hang around Aether anymore.”

“Well I’d rather not smell other ghouls' scents on you.” Alpha tenderly kissed her forehead as she looked at him. “Just trust me.”

Emery looked back at the blue flame expertly controlled in his hand. Taking a breath, she reached out. As her index finger cautiously rolled over the tip of the flame, she exhaled.

“It's… not burning me?” She said in awe, her fingers dancing in it.

“No. And it never will.” Alpha remarked, resting his chin on her head as he watched her play with the little fire he easily wiggled out of her reach. “You’re as much a part of me as I am you. Once I marked you, a part of me stayed behind. It’s how we know who’s been claimed. Apart from the scar of course.” 

Alpha laughed as he made the flame disappear and reappear in his palm, Emery trying to poke it like a game of Whac-A-Mole. “Some ghouls like to leave their mark in more… hidden places. It works a foolproof way for us to tell. You kind of… always smell like me. Well, it’s more like your scent and mine combined, so we smell the same.�� 

“Ew,” Emery said jokingly as he rolled his eyes and continued. 

“Even if you’re around other ghouls, their scents don’t really stick.”

“So that's why Omega used to just barge in!” She exclaimed in realization. “He only smelled you!”

It was quite embarrassing for Omega at the beginning. After she was marked and started living with Alpha in the den, Omega would often walk into their nest unannounced. The poor Quintessence ghoul often at the receiving end of Alpha’s wrath as her mate’s emotional control and possessiveness went on the fritz after being newly mated. Emery knew the two ghouls were close, and it wasn’t in their nature to be overly private creatures, so it never really crossed her mind as being anything out of the ordinary.

Alpha silently cringed, the flame returning into his palm. Wrapping his arm around Emery’s waist once again as she leaned back against him, nuzzling her nose into his neck. “Unfortunately.”

“But why is it blue?”

“It never used to be." He shrugged. "It came with age I guess.”

“Or maybeee,” she teased. “It’s because blue fire is the hottest, and so are you.”

“You’re incorrigible,” he snickered before she yelped, trying to escape the ambush of tickles peppering her sides.

[roselyn-writing]

A/N: Pic is not mine! I found in in pinterest.

When a Rose turns black chapter 19

“Raqoul’s lament”

The darkish red shroud of night covered the streets of Malrūn city; shrouding them in a veil of ominous blackness — and the sky – it looks like as if it bleeding with red. However, even the darkest of nights could not match the darkness that lay inside Raqoul’s heart. who waited, desperate for even the faintest hint of change in his life.

From his luxurious golden balcony that is decorated with garnet and red agate gems in many symbols and styles, he longed for some changes to happen, anything that could turn his life around.

He lowered his head as he squeezed his hands into fists, trying to show his anger as much as possible. But he knows well that he has no one to blame but Lucifer. He is the one who betrayed and killed his leader, Souma.

It has been said that Souma was a figure of great power and fearsome reputation, and he earned the moniker of 'The Annihilator' amongst both Virginians and demons alike. He is rumoured to have been responsible for the extermination of both the Ki'enn and Mi'enn, two powerful and ancient and dangerous species that were once a threat to many; The stories surrounding Souma himself are shrouded in mystery and legend, but one thing is clear: his name strikes fear into the hearts of those who knew him.

Two ancient species, and they are the last ones of the ‘creation of the old’. Ki’enn and Mi’enn are plant-like creatures that can walk like humans and feed on primitive creatures such as sponges and coral reefs. They drank the magical waters of Virginia; Thus, giving them new features and gifts of magic.

Nonetheless, The creatures known as Ki'enn and Mi'enn are distinct from the Heynois and Sylvans who serve as guardians of the forests in Virginia. They are, in fact, much more ancient and primitive than Heynois and the Sylvans. These creatures were the very first to roam Virginia, and their origins are shrouded in mystery. In stark contrast, the Sylvans were born out of magic and were created to protect the forest and its inhabitants during times of war. They were brought to life by the 'Mother Forest' herself, who infused them with the purest and most rare magic that she could offer. Thus, they became the guardians of the forest, watching over the Virginians and keeping them safe from harm.

That is until Souma came along and annihilated Ki’enn and Mi’enn like insects and inferior creatures. Thus, ending the last ones of ‘creation of the old’.

Having no regard or decent amount of mercy for lives of others, That made Souma hated by Virginians and the good Jinns. And that resulted in his demise by Lucifer himself, his second-in-command.

Raqoul’s clenched his fists hard. He tightened them with such force that his nails dug into his palms and they started to bleed – yet he didn’t care at all, after long moments, He sighed with pure annoyance and exasperation.

As he cast one last look over the balcony, he made up his mind and stepped into the room, closing the balcony windows behind him.

For the first time in untold centuries, Raqoul is going under a flurry of uncontrolled emotions. Anger, Hatred, Sadness — and perhaps depression too?

He stood by the window's balcony, his hand trembling as it reached out to touch the cool, pristine glass. It was as if he was lost in a moment of reflection, his fingers tracing the surface as if trying to summon memories of a glorious past — like remembering his godfather's finest moments and achievements.

Unfortunately, his contemplation was abruptly shattered when heard a psychotic and deranged chuckle, It is his half-sister, Vamonessyia! appeared behind him.

Raqoul’s mood quickly changed from being quiet and serene to angry and wrathful. He quickly whipped his head to look at Vamonessyia who was smiling at him.

She stepped closer to him — glorious and glamours as ever, She stands tall, her lithe form accentuated by a figure-hugging, black and red bodysuit with a tulle skirt — Her long, pointy ears hint at her demonic origins – and her sharp fangs are slightly visible when she parts her lips. Her wings, resembling those of a bat, laid unfolded and down – Blood-red lips and blood-red eyes, She looks like as Vampirella, If she was more paler than she already is and bloodier too.

Raqoul screwed up his face when he looked at her “What do you want?” He sneered at her.

She faked a gasp as she heard him. “Is that how you treat your sister?” She spoke, her voice bore fake hurtful tones.

“Half-sister,” He corrected as he turned his back on her, Clearly not interested in having a conversation with her.

She shrugged at him “Whatever, I’m here to let you know that a little birdie told me that Lucifer want to burn Souma’s old castle.”

After hearing this, Raqoul quickly spun around and looked at her “WHAT? How- Why- Where did you hear this?”

She shrugged once again; her bloody-red eyes never leaving his. “I just said a little birdie told me.”

Raqoul narrowed his eyes at her. He doesn’t trust her in the slightest. “And why are you telling me?” He finally said.

“Well, I’m helping you today because in the future you will return the favour,” She told in her raspy and alluring tone. She sassily brushed her thick long raven hair.

He looked at her for a long moment then he sighed. “Whatever,” He crossed his arms.

She rolled her eyes at him then she spread her wings and flew away from him.

Finally! She left. Raqoul’s thought. She won’t keep pestering him like a mosquito. She is always there to annoy the living crap out of him. Sometimes, He wishes that she is gone — that she vanished out of thin air — like she was never born.

But she left a while ago and Raqoul sighed in satisfaction.

A woman, surrounded by the finest, most exquisitely decorated room stands before a giant mirror, smiling as she brushed her hair. The walls were a calming green that brought up the morale of an entire battalion, and the ceiling was lined with various lanterns that cast a comforting warm white light. A large desk of polished maple wood and a comfortable chair with soft sand-brown cushions sat to the side of the woman, giving her all the room she needed to enjoy herself. On the walls hung pieces of fine paintings of various people, probably family members, adding an extra depth to the room's atmosphere.

The woman hazelnut’s eyes sparkled with mischievousness as she surveyed her rectangular Green Emerald pendant that hung on her slender neck.

She let out a giggle as she traced her pendant as if she was feeling it powers then she let go of it afterwards; Her slender fingers touched the hair brush. She gently brushed her long, thick hair tresses.

Lost deep in her thoughts, she didn’t hear her mother’s voice calling from the other room until she heard a knock on her door. That, brought her to reality. She let go of the hairbrush and got to her feet to answer the door.

Her mother stood there, hands on her hips, impatiently tapping her feet on the floor. It was a clear display of annoyance, accompanied by a pout on her beautiful yet aged face.

“I have been calling you for a while for now!” She stated. Her tone is laden with annoyance and impatience.

She smiled at her mother. “Apologise, Mother, I was busy.”

Her mother, Salwa, rolled her eyes at her “You could’ve told me!”

She giggled. “My bad, Mother, won’t happen again.”

“I truly hope so, Novelyn,” Salwa uttered. “Also, Your brothers are coming today, So be ready to welcome them.”

Without uttering a single word; Her mother, she briskly walked towards the door and exited, leaving Novelyn in her behind. Novelyn rolled her eyes, feeling a mix of annoyance and frustration, before casually making her way to her vanity desk to resume brushing her long, dark hair.

Novelyn sighed in pure annoyance. She resumed brushing her thick tresses with annoyance and jealousy, she brushed through her hair with nothing but pure resentment and jealousy. She gritted her teeth, anger and envy seething within.

The jealous woman brushes her hair not in a soothing manner, but rather with anger and resentment her strokes lacking the gentle motions typically associated with brushing her hair, rather she treats it roughly, even tearing out a few strands to relieve some of her anger and resentment. Her eyes are narrowed in jealousy as she watches herself in the mirror, her expression showing just how much she despises her brothers.

Engulfed by a virulent shade of emerald envy, she unleashed a feral snarl, the very essence of her jealousy and spite for her siblings reverberating through the room. With an agile bound, she rose, her hands transformed into instruments of rage. They descended upon the mirror with a tempest's fury, but the glass, crafted from the most resilient and exquisite materials, withstood her onslaught. In a fit of pique, her hairbrushes were sentenced to fly, banished to the room's farthest corner. It was more than a tantrum; it was a tempest within her soul, threatening to lay waste to her sanctuary.

She sighed in pure annoyance and threw her hairbrush away. she wearily slumped in the seat before her vanity, a silent witness to her earlier havoc. The remnants of her tumultuous 'redecorations' scattered about her.

"Why would I ruin myself?" she pondered aloud, a soft echo in the stillness. Her lips parted, a silent gasp hinting at words unspoken, thoughts unformed. "Why don’t I ruin their lives instead?”

Jealousy and envy, those twin serpents, slithered through her thoughts, leaving trails of poisonous intent. The seed of malice took root within her, blooming into a dark desire to inflict irrevocable ruin upon her brothers—a baleful curse, an enchantment of shadow, from which there would be no mending, no escape.

Aliyaa meandered through the verdant embrace of the ancient woods, her footsteps light upon the mossy earth. A melody, delicate and tender, escaped her lips, weaving a tranquil harmony with the rustling leaves. An errant bough, garbed in the vibrant green of spring, bowed low as if to crown her passage. With a gentle hand, she persuaded it aside and continued her enchanted stroll.

The forest around her seemed to breathe with ethereal grace, each fern and flower a silent witness to a tale of wonder and beauty. The canopy above filtered a sky awash with a soft azure glow, where clouds billowed like tufts of spun sugar, a feast for dreaming eyes.

Then, a voice—familiar and rich with the timbre of home—caressed her ears, a sound that had always been a bastion of happiness and safety.

It was her father's voice.

She gently looked behind her and saw him: Her father, Hadi Aepel, The man whose very presence was a balm to her soul. He stood, donned in white robes trimmed with gold and brown, a shepherd's hat resting atop of head. His shoulder-length hair, black as a raven's feathers, framed a face of smooth, fair-skinned —warm hazelnut eyes. His visage radiated a perennial handsomeness, a portrait of paternal affection.

"Aliyaa," he spoke, his voice a gentle invocation.

She looked at him with an innocent face "Yes, Father?"

He smiled brightly at her as he stepped closer "Have I told you today that I love you?"

She raised her chin gently and shook her head.

His hands, warm and reassuring, came to rest upon her shoulders. "Promise me, Aliyaa, that you will always remain true to yourself, and always be on the side of good."

"I promise, Daddy," she responded innocently.

Embraced in his arms, a soft gasp escaped her—a gasp of surprise and contentment, the embrace an unspoken pact of protection. Yet, as they parted, a sudden chill pricked at the edge of the moment.

Aliyaa's smile wavered — Her eyes as big as saucers — once a canvas of tranquillity, darkened in an instant. A tempest brewed at the horizon, its approach swift and menacing. Rain began to descend — a curtain of sorrow upon the scene.

In horror, she looked at her father. His face which always brought warmth and joy, was now a visage of night — eyes that once sparkled now wept a black ichor — the tears of a dark affliction. His figure, once a bastion of strength — now seemed to crumble before her.

"P-poisoned..." he rasped, his voice a hollow echo of despair, He desperately clawed at his chest as if he was trying to stop the pain. "My heart... poisoned."

There was no warmth in his tone. It was replaced by an unknown feeling to Aliyaa; The once warm and gentle tone is now cold and lifeless and devoid of emotion.

As he reached for her, desperately trying to grab her — Aliyaa recoiled and ran away. Her scream pierced the forest as the nightmare's grip tightened, and then—

Darkness.

Aliyaa jolted awake — her scream still echoing in the silence of her room. A deep breath filled her lungs as reality settled around her. It was just a nightmare, but the ominous foreshadowing of her father's fate lingered — a portent of trials to come.

She wanted to cry because she loves her father and the fear of losing him is unbearable. She cannot imagine her life without her father. Because, he is the only one who is showing her love, Her mother is… neglecting her lately.

Without him, She would be alone. And she’d miss his affection and warmth.

She began to pray to her god to protect and bliss her father’s life.

[gay4harm]

Aracnid

Pairing- Riri x spider women reader

warning- violence, reader has a criminal record, smut, 16+, fighting, gory I guess, oral, cunilingus, there might be some other stuff but I don't remember

A/N: Sooo I did put a suit for reader in the story but you guys can imagine whatever, this is lightly proof read and there's more plot that smut. Some stuff might sound a bit corny and dumb or whatever but that's kinda the point

Anywaysss, hoped you guys like it

Y/n L/n, college student, part time intern, convicted felon and spider woman or Aracnid, which was the name you had chosen, take your pick, You were called many things in your lifetime and you accepted all titles.

One thing about you though is not many people liked you but that's just the way you liked it.

You didn't have many friends but that was fine, the only people you really talked to were your best friends, Mj and Ned, they were both nerds but that's what you liked about them, when they found out about your secret identity Mj wanted to be your "man in the chair" whatever that meant but obviously you needed the help and they just so happened to be good company.

Around campus you were known as a pretty girl, a pretty girl with anger issues and a bit of an attitude problem that is, but a pretty girl nonetheless, with that you had plenty of people on both and all genders try and come at you, you turned them all down. You never had crushes like that except for a certain someone, Riri Williams, she had a nice face, great body and amazing intelligence, she wasn't like everyone else, she had confidence, there were many times were you had tried and test her, she if she could handle you and she just so happened to pass every test, every single time.

She was all you could think about, she was one of the very few weaknesses you had but you had never actually done anything with her, you were way to busy.

You fought crime at night and did school and went to work in the day, being a superhero or whatever was cool until it wasn't, your suit was cute but uncomfortable at times and the so called villians that you fought were too easy, you needed a real challenge but it seems like the only worthy villains were probably all dead or in some prison halfway across the world.

It was rare that you could just chill and live your life so when you got the invite to some party you couldn't say no, you got all dressed up in one of your favorite dresses, did your makeup and hoped you could just get drunk and have a good time.

After a couple minutes of walking around you had found some of your friends and you began to drink and unwind and a hour in you had gotten a little tipsy, as you went to get another drink you could feel the presence of someone behind you reaching out to grab your shoulder but you spun around before they could touch you, thanks to your spidey sense, you turn around and you're face to face with one of your favorite people, Riri Williams with a big grin on her face.

"Yo I didn't think you were coming" She leans forward to engulf you in a big hug, despite Riri's size she was surprisingly strong. "Honestly I didn't think I was coming either but I decided, why not?" She smirks at you, glad she could see you which she rarely did and that was only during classes and occasionally out on campus, all she wanted was for you to give her a chance.

"Well I'm really glad you did, it's nice to see you, you look real good." She scans up and down your body making a small detour to ogle your breast and she bit her bottom lip, you tried not to notice but you couldn't help but too with the way she was looking with absolutely no shame.

There was a minor moment in time before she decided to gather up the courage to ask the question that had been on her mind.

"Look so I was wondering if you weren't to busy if you wanted to catch a movie or something?" Riri's face was filled with anticipation, hoping you'd say yes, but her question caught you off guard a bit.

"Well I don't know Ri, you already know I'm a pretty busy girl. I almost couldn't come to this party" You look at Riri's face expecting to see it laced with disappointment but there was none to be found, even if she was disappointed she had a good way of hiding it. "Alright well that's cool, just let me know when your free"

As she walked away you swear you could see her break her facade and you saw her disappointment and hurt. You felt bad so before she walked away you grabbed her arm, stopping her.

"Wait Riri I didn't mean to-" Before you could get another word out, your arm was grabbed and yanked, you were pulled back and pushed against the kitchen counter, you look up to see a fairly pissed off girl that you swore was in your robotics class. "Yo what is your problem!?"

"What's my problem? My problem is that your fucking my boyfriend!" You couldn't believe what you were hearing, not only did you not know who this girl was or who her boyfriend was, you were definitely gay and had no interest in men. "Look you must have the wrong person, I don't even know your boyfriend"

The girl points at her boyfriend who was standing across from you two with a dumb look on his face. "So you're telling me you have never seen him in your life? Because last I checked I saw pictures of you and him all cuddled up" You looked around the room dumbfounded, this girl had every right to be mad, at her shitty boyfriend that is, not you though, you didn't have any part in this. "Look I think your just confused, I would literally never fuck your boyfriend"

"Oh really? Well you could have fooled me, you seem like the type to just fuck around." You couldn't believe what she was implying, she was basically calling you a hoe. "Ok well even though its none of your business, one I'm gay and even if I wasn't I wouldn't touch your boyfriend with a twelve foot pole let alone fuck him, maybe you need to talk to your boyfriend instead of bitching to me about it. You need to hop up of my dick and get the fuck out of my face." You tried to seem as calm as possible as you cussed this girl out. She had no right to get in your face and accuse you of sleeping with her man, if anything she needed to be in his face complaining to him.

Before you can even try and walk away she pulls her arm back with her hand balled up in a fist preparing to punch you, just as she was about to connect your face with her fist you duck and give her a right hook of your own making her fall face first on the ground. Your hand surprisingly started to ache which was a surprise, it was probably the alcohol.

The girls nose was leaking with blood as everyone crowded to make sure she was ok. Before you could walk up to her to see if she was ok Riri grabbed your arm pulling you to the door, as you two walk out she guide you to her, car opening the door for you, you get in and she hops in after you. She starts the car without saying anything and begins to drive.

You two drive in silence until she breaks it. "So, you hungry?" You look at her for a second before nodding your head, she drives to a small 50s themed diner and upon walking in you could hear 50s classics coming from a jukebox in the background, the maroon and white booths and stools as well as the checkerboard floor made it seem like you stepped into a movie.

Before you and Riri sat down she pulled you to the restroom after asking for ice and cloth from one of the waitresses, she sat you in one of the stalls as she helped you ice your hand, it stung a bit but it wasn't anything you weren't used to.

"Does it hurt? It looks kind of bad" She was referring to the bruise that was starting to form but you didn't even notice. "Nah I'm good, it's not the first time I've had to punch someone in the face."

You both chuckle at your joke and you had actually felt better but there was also the fact that Riri was being so nice to you even though you had constantly been kind of a bitch to her, always acting like you didn't like her even though all you could think about was her. You needed to apologize.

"Riri.... I um I'm sorry for being such an ass to you, you don't deserve it. And the thing is it's not like I don't like you or like I don't want to go out with you, its just I-I'm a busy person but I still feel really bad because you've just been trying to go out with me for so long and I keep saying no. So like I said before I am so sorry Riri and I would understand if your starting not to like me anymore, but you should know that I still do and-" Riri cut off your incoherent rambling with a quick kiss on your lips to shut you up, she knew that you liked her and that you were busy but that didn't matter to her, she still liked you and she would keep asking you out until you said yes.

"So I guess that means you accept my apology?" Riri throws her head back with a deep hearty laugh as she gripped your hands in hers. "Of course I do, I could never be mad at yo pretty self" You put your head down as you blush at her complement.

"Well, I feel like I need to show you how sorry I am"

"Oh really? You tryna prove how sorry you are?"

"Yeah." You lean forward placing your lips on Riri's as you place your hand on her cheek with the other one behind her neck pulling her in closer. The kiss started out sweet and small but it turned both passionate and hungry as if you both had been waiting for this. You lift both yourself and Riri up and push her against the wall deepening the kiss more as you travel your hands up and down her clothed body.

Your hands go to the band of her sweatpants and you go to pull them down. You crouch down to her heat and you rub over her clothed clit and you put just enough friction that caused her to whine at how much you weren't doing, she begins to move her hips to give herself something more than what you were doing but you moved your hand just to tease her some more.

"Y/n stop fuckin around."

"Sorry I just wanna feel you first."

You move to pull down her underwear as her wetness dripped down, you lift her leg up onto your shoulder to get more access. You blow on her clit a little causing Riri to jerk back slightly, you lick a fat stripe up her folds before encapsulating your mouth around her clit and beginning to suck, making a pattern out of sucking hard and softly, using the bead as a pacifier.

From above you the only thing coming out of Riri's mouth were whimpers and moans.

You were thankful no one else was in the bathroom.

"I really am sorry Ri, I hope you know that" Your words came out muffled as the vibration from your words went through Riri's entire body.

"Shiiit yes Y/n I-I know, it's ok, f-fuck, your d-doing such a good fucking job" Riri could barely form a sentence but you wanted to pull more out of her, you flatten your tongue and open your mouth so you can fit all of Riri's pussy in your mouth. She clenched around nothing as she rode your face to chase her high.

"Oh f-fuuck Y/n, shiiit, your mouth feels so good, I'm gonna cum" All of her words came out drawn out as all her muscles tightened and she came all over your mouth and down your chin, you moan at the taste as you lick up all her juices not wanting anything to go to waste.

"You did such a good job Ri" you plant a kiss on her forehead then her nose and lastly a sloppy kiss on her lips allowing her to taste her juices, she moans in your mouth from the taste.

You take the cloth that had been previously used to ice your hand, wetting it and using it to clean up any leftover cum and any sweat that had fell from Riri as she tried to catch her breath. You help her get back dressed and you clean her up some more before speaking up.

"So you still hungry? Cause I know I am" She grins at you before hitting your shoulder playfully. "What I wasn't enough?"

"Of course but I'ma need a little bit more to satisfy my hunger"

"Well you know you can have all of me" She smirks at you before planting a small kiss on your lips.

You walk out the bathroom hoping no one heard the lude activities going on and you both help yourselves to a burger and fries with Riri paying of course.

The next day was pretty uneventful, you went to your classes as usually and everything went smooth.

Well that was until you were called to the dean's office. Upon walking in you see the dean; as you expected, the same bitch you had clocked in the face last night; you soon had learned her name was Sydney, and her trashy boyfriend, Todd.

"Hello Ms.L/n, glad that you could join us." You look between all three of them when it hit you that Sydney must have informed the dean of what happened the other night and now you were in deep shit.

"Look I don't know what she told you but whatever it was isn't true, it was an act of self defense."

You tried to explain yourself but he just gave you a confused look; no more like amused. "Ms.L/n, your not in trouble." You were confused, if you weren't in trouble then why were you here? "If I'm not then why am I here?"

"Why don't you take a seat" The Dean motions for you to sit at the empty seat by "Sydney the terrible" and she gives you a stank face as you sit.

"Now I understand that you two had a bit of an altercation last night at a frat party, if I'm correct." Before you could reply Sydney spoke up first. "Yes that is what happened Dean Sanders, and if its alright I would love to give my side of the story first." The Dean nods his head telling her to continue. "Well I have reason to believe that Ms.L/n decided to sleep with my man. Now I can admit, I did have more than a few drinks last night which caused me to, as some would say overreact a bit but I have proof that they had sex."

"Listen Ms. Sainclair, I understand that you might be a bit frustrated about your situation but we are just here to settle this argument between you two, I'm not here to solve your relationship problems."

"But I have pictures!" Sydney reaches in her purse to retrieve her phone and she scrolls down to a picture of her boyfriend and some girl cuddled up; the only thing is, it definitely wasn't you. "That's not even me, that's some other bitch."

She looks down at her phone and realizes her mistake putting her head down in shame.

Not even a second later of this realization, the door opens revealing Riri with her black sweatpants and shirt to match, her gold chain dangling on her neck in the light with her long goddess going down her back.

In other words she looked so fine.

"Ms.Williams glad that you could join us."

Riri looked just as confused as you did when you had first walked in until she saw you and shot a small smile your way, you returned the favor.

"Um I'm not in trouble or anything I hope"

"No of course not Ms.Williams, your here because of the altercation that occurred last night. If I'm correct you were right there when it happened"

"Oh you mean at that party, yea I was there."

"Ok well as a witness I just need you to tell me what happened in your own words."

"Um well, me and Y/n were talking when ole girl saying she was sleeping with her boyfriend and then next I know Y/n punched her."

Riri's reenactment of what happened was pretty accurate but it made you seem like the bad guy a bit, maybe she just didn't all the way see what happened.

"Well dean I only punched her because she tried to hit me, like I said before it was an act of self defense, I-" The dean cut you off before you could finish your testimony, you already knew what he was going to say, even if you tried to explain yourself it wasn't going to work.

"Ms.L/n I would understand that if you weren't on probation. You should know that this little incident goes against your parol, your lucky I didn't call your probation officer." You shake your head in annoyance, you had already know about all this, you knew you shouldn't have punch her but a part of you believe she deserved it.

"I looked at your criminal record and I was surprised at how many police reports there are against you. I mean there's aggravated assault, arson, assault and battery, multiple charges of DUI's, theft, vandalism, fraud, accomplice to murder-"

"I already told you and everyone else that was an accident, it wasn't supposed to happen."

"That doesn't matter and everything I listed isn't even all of it. The way I see it, you need to stay in school or your not going anywhere in life, so I suggest you stay out of trouble" You look behind you to Riri and all you can see in her face was surprise.

No more like worry

Was it just disappointment?

Or was it all three?

either way you felt angry at yourself for letting this happen, Riri was never supposed to find out about all that. She was supposed to stay ignorent and happy with you.

The you that you wanted.

Not the felon.

Not Aracnid.

Just you

"I think the best thing for right now is for you two to apologize to each other and then just stay away from each other so another incident doesn't happen. Is that understood?" He looks between both of you, apologizing was the only answer. "I'm sorry that I thought you were sleeping with my boyfriend and for trying to punch you. Even though you seem like the type to fuck around"

You look at her amused and irritated, letting a low chuckle fall from your lips. You decided to play her game, maybe even beat her at it.

"I'm sorry for punching you in the face; even though you deserved it for being a massive cunt-"

"Hey! We are not doing the name calling" The dean yelled, clearly frustrated by everything going on.

"I think I deserve another apology, don't you Dean Sanders?"

"Oh what, you can't handle what you dish out princess?" She gets a bit flustered, trying to ignore the pet name but quickly returns to her previous bitchy mood. "If anyone's being a cunt it's you." You grin at how much you were clearly bothering her but you didn't care, it amused you.

"Ok you know what I think we're done for the day. All of you return to your classes and stay out of trouble." The dean puts his head down as he points to the door signal for us to go.

You and Riri are the last to leave but you speed walking trying to avoid the conversation you hoped would never have to happen, but she caught up to you.

"So a convicted felon huh? Honestly I'm not all that surprised although some of those charges-"

"Riri, you were never supposed to find out about that and you know it, I didn't want it to change how you felt about me. Please don't let that stuff change it."

Once she saw your hurt expression her face changes into a softer more understanding one.

"I'm not mad if that's what you thinkin, just surprised, a little concerned but not mad. And nothing could ever change how I feel about you." She pulls you in close allowing you to smell her mix of sandalwood and vanilla, mixing together to create the perfect scent causing you to lean in to her more just to be intoxicated by it more than you already were.

She snakes her hands around your waist as you sling your arms around her neck. You two are only a few inches away until she places a sweet kiss on your lips, you melt under her touch not wanting to pull back until she does, you whine due to the lost of contact.

"I'ma see you later ma" You were a bit disappointed that she had to leave but she had classes and so did you. "Yeah I'll see you" Riri could see you were a bit upset so she walks back up to you giving you a gentle squeeze on your arm. "Hey we still on tonight right?" Last night you gave in and accepted Riri's invitation on a date, you had cleared your schedule and hoped no asshole would try and destroy the world.

"Yeah we still on"

"Alright"

She pulls you close again and once again kisses you, only this time it was sloppy and hot.

You couldn't wait for tonight.

One night

One night without anything bad happening was all you wanted.

But instead of going out with Riri, the person you had been crushing on for the longest, you had got a call about another dick who had been creating goulish monsters and then letting them out on the town, you hadn't caught the asshole who was doing it yet but you managed to capture and kill the creatures they were letting loose. You hoped tonight would be the night you captured the creator so you wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.

The worst part about this was that you would have to cancel on Riri, which you didn't want to do but it had to happen.

So when you got the text from Riri that she couldn't make it to the movie you guys were going to see, you were relieved.

You get to the place where you got the call and upon arrival you find yourself by a abandoned warehouse, the area was rough. There was broken glass everywhere, overgrown plants and trees and it was completely deserted, you wondered if this was the place this maniac was doing his experiments.

You walked around for a few minutes before you heard

SNAP!

It sounded like a branch had been broken

like it had been stepped on

but by who?

or what?

You decide that you might be able to find this thing if you were on higher ground.

so you swung up and began to look on the roof, around the building, you even took a second to venture in the warehouse but it was empty.

You went back on the roof and that's when you saw it

In the dim light from the moon you saw what at first looked like a hunched over man

His arms moved as if he was picking something up only to bring it up to his face. The smell of something musky and rotten filled your nose as you stepped closer

You look down to see what looked like droplets

Red droplets, that looked a lot like blood

And as you got closer the droplets turned into small pools of it

As you looked of its shoulder you stepped back in horror as you saw the lifeless body of a young women, one who looked familiar

Sydney.

You wanted to scream and run but you couldn't you were frozen in place and when you tried to scream nothing came out.

It turned, now face to face with you

Its face was covered in blood and if you didn't have your mask on it would be able to see the terror in your face.

It leaped forward almost tackling you to the ground but you moved just in time, your brain switched back to normal and you instantly began to throw punches and kicks left and right, it dodged and threw a few strikes as well but not without getting hit by you more than a few times.

You were starting to get a bit sloppy, a lot of you punches weren't connecting and the ones that did weren't doing enough damage as the ones before, he was starting to overpower you and before you knew it you lost balance and fell to the ground, as you tried to get up and fight you heard what sounded like something flying

it wasn't a plane or anything

not a bird of any sort

and you didn't find out until you looked up and saw what looked a lot like an Ironman suit.

But that was impossible, Tony Stark was dead and no one else had his suits

Or maybe they did

The mystery person swoops in and knocks it over so now it wasn't hovering over you

You got up confused by who this mystery person was, and so did they

"Yo who are you!?" You shouted over to the person hoping they heard you, but when they didn't respond you just continued what you came here to do, you ran over to it but the mystery person got to it before you could, in fact she had bumped you out of the way due to her clunky suit being in the way.

Mystery person on the other hand, who just so happened to be the same genius you were supposed to go on a date with tonight, had recognized your voice but shrugged it off.

It couldn't have been you

could it?

There was no time for confusion and unanswered questions, there was still a monster you had to fight and it was close to getting away

You and Riri were trying to fight it but to no use, neither of you were used to fighting with people like that so the fight became sloppy and confusing, when Riri wasn't in the way of what you were doing then you were in the way of her.

And god forbid you two actually tried to work together, you had thought she was some jackass and she thought the same thing.

Riri tried to shoot it with one of her blasters but the creature ran every time she tried to shoot it.

It got frustrated and amited a foul smell that clogged all your senses, you couldn't hear or see and your nose was ambushed by a pungent, smoky oder. You removed your mask as you dropped on the ground to regain yourself but the only thing you could do was cough and rub your eyes.

You look over to see the mystery person who you saw to be non other than Riri but you couldn't react due to your state and it looked like she was in the same one as she tried her best to exit out of her suit.

You could only utter out one word as you continued to choke out

"Riri?" She looked over and had the same confused expression.

Your vision became blurry and the last thing you saw what the creature fleeing the scene before you saw black.

A/N: Finally done!

I was just so unmotivated to finish this but I got it done and I hope you guys liked it.💕

[mechanical-magician]

BOMB RUSH CYBERFUNK HEADCANONS: SOLACE EDITION

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD

Headcanon Directory >>

> He's the second youngest of anyone we see, being 21

> One of his most prominent features is his fascination with being close to death. He by NO means wants anyone to die or for himself to die, but rather, he's interested in the thread in-between life and death. How close one can be to the great beyond without truly succumbing.

> Solace is very poetic (especially about death), and even writes music in some of his free time, though he rarely lets anyone listen

> You know this man listens to Will Wood and IDK HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

> Absolute SIMP for both pretty men and women. Bisexual icon

> However, he doesn't have a crush on Felix (Felix is much older than him). Felix is someone Solace heavily admires in skill and personality. He looks up to Felix because of how kind he is, despite being part of the streets.

> While Solace follows around Felix like a fanboy, he's only actually interacted with him a handful of times. Felix usually knows when Solace is watching, but he doesn't mind :]

> It took a while for Tryce to actually let him join the BRC. Tryce is very protective of Bel and Red, and frankly Solace's fascination with death concerned him (among other things).

> Bel and Red are far more chill with him. Bel thinks he's funny and cute, and they like to talk about celebrity crushes together!

> Red kinda doesn't get a lot of what Solace says, but he thinks he's cool nonetheless! Solace even feels comfortable letting Red listen to his music because he knows he won't be judged :]

> Solace's wings are inspired by Felix's tattoo! He wants to be the other wing to Felix, but also understands that Felix wants to fly solo.

> Solace doesn't live at the hideout like Bel, Red, and Tryce; but he can often be found hanging out there, and sometimes crashes on their couch when his parents are being toxic at home

> While he's incredibly anxious, if you're nice Solace and befriend him, he'll be loyal to a T!

[maidensveil]

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ!☽

PART 1 TOMAN CAPTAINS x Toman's Best Friend!Extremely Flexible!reader [ 🄰🅄🅃🄷🄾🅁'🅂 🄽🄾🅃🄴 ] reader will be identified as female, but I will try my best to post a gn ver.

pls give suggestions on the characters I should do for part 2!

MANJIRO SANO <𝙢𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙮 - very impressed with your flexibility and will ask you how far you could go without breaking your bones to see how flexible you are. - most likely will try to imitate it thinking it was easy considering how easy you made it look like (dumbass ngl lmaoo) but will probably hurt himself so you'll have to be the one to stop him from doing that if mother Kenny (Draken) isn't there.

-He met you because the place where you took your Gymnastics was near his Grandfather's dojo. He was just walking around till he saw you, beating up some bully that everyone in his neighbourhood was talking about

-he was absolutely impressed. he then went up to you and proceeded to talk with you like you didn't just beat up a guy 4x your size

-days passed and he hanged around you often. he even introduced you to Emma, Senju, Shinichiro, and Mikey's friends.

-then you guys met Draken, then started hanging out alot more as a trio

-when Toman was formed, you didn't accept his invitation to join them despite how powerful you were. But you did usually fight people alongside them and often hung around them which made it seem like you were a member.

-Mikey considers you as one of his closest friends, and is clingy around you. He is fully aware of your strength which makes him awe at you. He justs worry that you'll leave him like the others did. But at the same time, he justs wanna have fun with you and Draken.

RYUGUJI KEN <𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣

-he is grateful for you whenever he's not around and Mikey's doing random shit, he always counts on you.

-his opinion on you though-- he thinks your a capable, strong person.

-since Mikey met you before he met Draken, he somewhat respects you yet treats you like a good friend nonetheless.

-onetime when you guys were fighting someone, he saw your flexibility for the first time.. he was shocked ngl.. (in a somehow somewhat good way) shocked to the point he couldn't focus on his opponent anymore.

-yep, he knows what being flexible and what flexibility means but doesn't really care about it until he saw you kick some guy with your leg as high as you could.

-he wouldn't hide how impressed he is, in fact, he would say it was cool tbh

-if you guys would fight together, (or you and mikey or just all three) it would be legendary like Wakasa and Benkei.

-think about it though, if you all three fought together-- Mikey and Draken's strength with your Flexibility and fighting skills, yall would traumatize whoever you're fighting.

-he would ask you for some women advice so he would know what to do when talking to Emma.

-he loves your calm personality and will vent how annoying Mikey is to you.

MITSUYA TAKASHI

-like Draken, he loves your calm personality and was impressed when he saw your flexibility. But at the same time, he cant help but worry(?)..

-due to your calm energy, he introduced you to his younger sisters because he knew you weren't gonna act chaotic. Which he was right about, his sisters did like you alot.

-you both are the chillest people which makes you guys one of my preferred favorite duo.

-you don't necessarily hang out THAT much but you guys rarely do. You do converse though when you see each other at Toman meetings.

-asks you if you're okay and if it hurts, worrying when he saw you randomly doing a split on the floor when he comes to your place to give you back something you forgot while babysitting his sisters. (that was the first time he saw your flexibility.)

-like the other captains and vice captains and the Toman member's in general, he has respect for you because you are one of the friends of Mikey and Draken, but treats you friendly as well.

-Mitsuya thinks you're a good person even if you don't show much emotion.

BAJI KEISUKE

-like Mikey, he is curious how flexible you are.

-I can imagine him watching you fight because it amuses him how you beat people so easily.

-this is unnecessary to say but I can't help myself, but one time you were just walking around like a normal person would do until seeing some guy burn a car right in front of your eyes. Turns out that guy was Baji.

-when he did notice you, he didn't really care. Until you told him you could give him a new match box (or whatever you call it) because you noticed his matches were running out.

-he then decided you were a cool person.

-like Mitsuya, he doesn't hang around you much unless you guys are fighting other people together or both in a Toman meeting.

-he doesn't care but finds it interesting you flexible you were.

MATSUNO CHIFUYU

-respect.

-he is respectful to any one of the president's friends.

-you looked.. somewhat intimidating at first when he saw you, but when he got to talk to you he realized you were a calm, collected person.

-that, he admired.

-then when he saw you fight for the first time, applying your skills in gymnastics.

-"your bones didn't cut in half or something?"

-"no?? tf"

-I get a feeling you guys both like cats...

-one time, you both bumped into each other while heading over to some cat cafe.

-"[ LAST NAME ]-San? What are you doing here 😮😮😮"

-"no what are u doing here"🤨🤨

ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏғʀᴇᴀᴅ

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[yucca-moth]

It's so joyful developing your own fallout OC!

I've never done this before partly because I only started playing FNV in Winter 2022. But mainly because I've never ever made an OC before. Seeing all the really cool and interesting posts in the fnv tags, like writing or art of OCs convinced me it seemed fun.

Decided there's a first time for everything and started writing down ideas of just Who my character is back in Jan when i picked up fnv again after a long time.

I started keeping a log of what my character did from his pov. It REALLY helped my develop and explore who he is and how he views the world around him, and similar questions.

I began to find it easy to slip into my OC's pov now because of practice, whereas before it was very tough even to get out one sentence. After a while I found it harder to do so, kinda lost my OC? Found it harder to articulate his responses or even imagine them. Ithought I'd never be able to have a deeply thought out OC like the ones I saw others create, figured it was maybe it was a one off experience.

Feeling a bit weary about my OC. I decided to start a new playthrough a few days ago. Completely different SPECIAL spectrum. Nonetheless I thought it would be difficult to separate my first OC from my second. Thought it'd be difficult to even imagine his pov now, like I lost the skill... I was so wrong!!! Played a few hours more this evening.

It inspired me to write a whole page on the differences in their characters! For like an hour! Lots of thoughts about BOTH of them swirling in my head now, not only oc 2.

Can't believe how creative and interesting it gets simply writing about an OC and how sometimes you just need to do something different to get the thoughts flowing again. I think the problem was that i kept revisiting places in playthrough 1 - but rarely anyone had anything new to say each time I visited. It started feeling more of a Game where i was trying to hustle and just repetitive rather than a world.

Needless to say I'm having a blast and I'm definitely gonna keep developing these OCs :-)

[12romy]

Lewis & Charles and 9 or 46✨

Nothing better than some good old Chewis eheh

[9: in public + 46: our of envy or jealousy]

Charles never hated more missing the podium. Finishing fourth has rarely been this frustrating, because now, he has to watch Max Verstappen and Fernando Alonso and Nico fucking Rosberg fighting for Lewis' attention. Even George, who Charles had to fight off until the very end, sneaked into the parc fermé to hug him. He's got his paws all over Lewis, and it's starting to get on Charles' nerves.

His boyfriend just won his first race of the season - in Brazil nonetheless - and he's not allowed to congratulate him more than with a quick pat on the shoulder? This is fucking unfair.

Then he remembers. He feels dumb for forgetting something this important. Lewis and he had talked about it. They had agreed, actually, on coming out. They had a statement drafted, all ready to be posted in a couple of days.

Surely, Lewis won't be too mad at him, if he just... Kisses him now. Right there, in front of everyone. And it's not to show those bastards that Lewis belongs to him, of course not. That's like, a convenient consequence of that action. He's doing it because he loves Lewis so much that it feels like his heart might burst out of his chest if he doesn't.

Well, he truly hopes Lewis won't be mad, in any case, because now that the thought is in his head, it's stuck there.

He ignores the people in red clapping his shoulder or his arm in a tamed congratulation and makes his way through the crowd to catch Lewis before he gets to the cool-down room.

"Charles!" Lewis brightens up when he sees him, completely ignoring whatever Nico was asking him for the post-race interview. "Nico just told me Max got a penalty, you're on the podium!"

Now, that's not what Charles expected to hear. He's not lucky, usually, when it comes to racing and penalties.

He doesn't even think about being smug for stealing Lewis' attention from Rosberg because, well, Lewis is looking at him, happy and beautiful, and Charles still can't quite cope with that.

"The podium?" he exclaims, unable to hide his enthusiasm. He's gonna get to spray Lewis with champagne, he can't wait. "I'm on the podium?"

"Yes, Charles, great timing, I can interview you now," Nico cuts in, rudely, and Charles glares at him.

"Excuse me, I didn't even have the time to congratulate my boyfriend, so that'll have to wait," he growls.

He can tell Lewis is a little surprised but also a little turned on by the way his eyes widen slightly like they always do whenever Charles kisses him when he doesn't expect it, at home.

Charles focuses back on Lewis, cradling his cheek. He's making a show of it, he knows, but he doesn't need to look at Rosberg to hear him choke, and it's so worth it. He hopes there's a camera showing his face, he'll need to watch the replay.

"Congratulation, mon amour," he says, loud enough for the mic to pick it up, and Lewis leans in first but Charles is the one to close the gap between them.

There is nothing slow about the kiss. Charles presses his tongue against Lewis' lips, who parts them for him and it's gross and filthy and it will probably give a heart attack to a homophobic or two.

They're both panting when they pull apart and hear the cries of the crowd - it's hard to tell if they're booing or cheering.

They leave Rosberg there, speechless. In the cool-down room, Alonso is looking at everything but them, and he's very careful to stay as far away from them as he can during the podium.

Lewis and Charles are too wrapped up in each other to notice.

The screams of the crowd turn out to be cheering. Brazil loves its champion, after all.

[bugdogg]

I will try to keep this organized, I'm a bit messy with my writing so apologies.

Describing Mizuki's personality: Mizuki is a very optimistic and seemingly oblivious person who has people pleasing habits and sorta sucks-up to anyone who they feel a connection with. They're somewhat self aware of their shitty habits and want to fix it but for now its easier to try to act oblivious towards others as they believe others think they're stupid. They have an inferiority complex, they think they're more pathetic and stupid than they actually are and some of their other traits, like their clumsiness, doesn't make them feel any better about it. They're a very happy person nonetheless and are very enthusiastic about anything new that happens in their life. They're a very polite, shy person when talking but when familiar with someone, will express their emotions much more and often talk too fast for their head because of how rarely they do talk to others, words get jumbled.

Zuki Lore stuff lol: Mizuki has spent the majority of their adult (and late teen) life alone, besides an elderly dog they'd once adopted, they regularly went out and got jobs and such but they never got close with others after they ran away from home and felt very isolated. They barely ever scraped by, and it hasn't changed even as a full-time dog walker, but they're very optimistic about things, despite what they've experienced, and enjoy the job and the dogs whom they see as company. (I'll explain why they ran off someday but for now here's where they were right before meeting Karamatsu)

Mizuki was out walking to their next job when they saw Karamatsu in one of his usual shitty outfits, and they got really excited about his outfit. They admired him for it and wanted to go compliment him, but because they're a big scaredy cat, they basically walked around in a big circle trying to work up the courage to do it. Eventually they went up and complimented him, Karamatsu reacted differently than what Zuki expected cause he started talking and wouldn't stfu. Despite not fully understanding what he was saying, they listened to him and eventually they asked him if they could walk and talk. Mizuki enjoyed talking/listening to him and wanted to seize the opportunity to make a friend. Because they haven't casually conversated with another human being in a long time, they just ended up sounded like some obsessed idiot, which Kara was taken aback by and stopped the "cool guy" act for genuine shock. Anyway, Zuki gives Kara their number and asks him to call to hang out again (Zuki doesn't fear stranger btw (idiot has no self preservation)). And they both separate and neither know if the other will see eachother again

Mizuki doesn't get a call but they do start seeing who they think to be Karamatsu everywhere and they start getting confused. Eventually, it leads to the brothers contemplating lying and pretending to be Kara to hang out, which eventually fails when Zuki meets Osomatsu at a park while walking a dog in the evening. Oso explains the whole spiel about the others and sextuplets and the like. Zuki is hesitant of him as he is a lot more rude than the others, but they walk him home anyways for company. Oso is the one to break the silence and get's on Karas ass for not saying anything about his new "friend".

[velvetvexations]

Action Comics #1

The first in my series going over every pre-war issue of Action Comics is under the cut!

The origin reads as rather rushed by modern standards, but we nonetheless see here art and writing that's well above most other comics at the time, including Detective Comics #27, which I'm comfortable calling pretty bad even for the time.

When I first started talking about early Action, I said that even though Superman's power level was treated as narratively infinite, explicit limits were placed that served only to ground him in an extra sense of realism. That first part isn't quite true; while Superman will rarely if ever meet a challenge that ultimately proves beyond his abilities and forces a different approach, you'll see him take several panels to accomplish a task that any later version of Superman could have done in two, with the narration at least giving the impression he could fail. It's very exciting in spite of the fact that he never does.

The cold open after the origin is cool as hell, of course. Other Golden Age comics were not this inventive, this thrillingly written, or this well-drawn. Right from the start you're plunged into excitment.

Later, this story would be reprinted in "Superman #1" with some added scenes. It's...not very good.

While yes, the origin was rushed in Action #1, the elaborations don't really add anything except to make it more complicated. The Kents are given their first appearance and though Superman's childhood is of interest it's never really given any attention for a long time after this, with his parents dying by the end of the next page.

Then, rather than a cold open, it shows Superman going to the Daily Star (so-called at the time) to get a job and hearing about a lynching. He goes and saves the guy, who tells him that not only is he innocent but so is the girl being executed for it that night. Superman goes to find the girl who did, apparently, do the crime, and despite having no evidence whatsoever she immediately confesses.

Then...

Oh, boy, I really hate this.

Let me get something straight: I don't necessarily mind heroes that kill. Furthermore, I don't necessarily mind Superman killing. Using Kryptonite to end the parallel Zod in Byrne's run was fine by me, because it was an extreme case that pushed Clark to the edge.

Furthermore, possibly my favorite Superman story ever (it's really more my favorite Joker story ever lmao) is The Sound of One Hand Clapping, where Superman not-so-subtly threatens to murder the Joker.

But telling a random murderess to cope and seeth when she panics about getting the death penalty is...not it. Not from Superman.

Of course, early Superman is very different, but even in these early issues both the stories and the backmatter takes pains to position him as a role model. He's not quite the symbol of truth and justice and peace and humanity he would become when idolized by millions over a period of decades, yet he's nonetheless a voice of empathy more often than not. It's unfortunate that the first reprint of his first story would lessen that.

Anyway. Continuing with Action #1.

There's a lot of emphasis early on that no one is totally sure Superman is real, with many completely disbelieving in him. It's kinna odd that Clark doesn't want any attention at all, yet dresses like a circus strongman complete with an attention diverting cape...

Interestingly, that's not how it is in Detective #27 - "the Bat-Man" is accepted as being completely real.

I know the point of being a reporter was to hear about things faster, but did people in the 1930s call the newspaper when they heard domestic abuse? What the hell?

We wrap up on the first part of Superman dealing with a plot to get the US "embroiled with Europe". You have to hope that in-universe these guys were trying to get us embroiled on the side of the Axis or something. As much as this may have badly aged, though, as we get nearer and nearer to America's entry into WWII we'll start to see a reoccurring them of an unidentified evil country trying to destroy America. Yessiree, a totally unidentified evil country with agents named things like "Baron Munsdorf".

And just like that, it's over. We'll pick up next time in Action Comics #2!