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[secondtolastart]

Andrew’s hand on the back of his neck pushes down, and Neil goes easily, tipping his head forward and bending down so Andrew can get a good look at his hair.

Bright, vibrant orange. Too bright to really be comfortable, but Neil is learning to stand out in the crowd. He’s going to have to get used to it some time or other.

Orange. Fox orange, the color of his home and his family. Only a few shades and yet miles from his father’s auburn.

Andrew studies it for a long moment, and Neil lets him look his fill.

Finally, his grip loosens. “Obsessive.”

Neil smirks. “You like it.”

[quichecat]

Is it really a love triangle if ur ex doesn’t have a crush on your biggest fan who’s crushing on you while you are still into your ex?

or, as my friend put it: ollie could have it all if he wasn’t an idiot…

[burningexeter]

As a huge fan of the series, I personally like to think and believe that when it comes to HBO's Tales From The Crypt, all of the following episodes you'll see and read below are set in the same universe as each other as they're all connected in the fact that each of them are incredibly stylized and very, very, VERY dark as shit even when it seems like they're more tongue-in-cheek or comedic, they go dark fast:

• The Man Who Was Death

• And All Through The House

• Dig That Cat... He's Real Gone

• Only Sin Deep

• Lover Come Hack To Me

• The Thing From The Grave

• For Cryin' Out Loud

• Four-Sided Triangle

• Judy, You're Not Yourself Today

• Fitting Punishment

• Lower Berth

• Mute Witness To Murder

• Television Terror

• Abra Cadaver

• Top Billing

• Easel Kill Ya

• Deadline

• Yellow

• None But The Lonely Heart

• On A Deadman's Chest

• What's Cookin'

• The New Arrival

• Showdown

• King Of The Road

• Maniac At Large

• Split Personality

• Strung Along

• Death Of Some Salesman

• Forever Ambergris

• People Who Live In Brass Hearses

• Two For The Show

• Well Cooked Hams

• Came The Dawn

• Half-Way Horrible

• Till Death Do We Part

• Only Skin Deep

• The Assassin

• Staired In Horror

• Surprise Party

• You, Murderer

• Fatal Caper

• Escape

• Horror In The Night

• Cold War

• The Kidnapper

• Report From The Grave

• About Face

and last but DEFINITELY not least,

• Confession

Furthermore, we could take it just a little step further and maybe have the Cryptkeeper be somehow secretly responsible for the events in all of them.

[silverislander]

people smarter than me have said this before but jesus christ why does every job seem to require at least a year of experience and a degree in some hyperspecific field. where did the entry level positions go? how am i even supposed to get experience if none of yall will give me a job without it?

[spookyfoxdreamer]

[sephirthoughts]

i drew grey hair on this picture so we could all get an idea of what square has been WILFULLY and WANTONLY depriving us for no reason other than sheer malice i assume

i am not an artist and it's not an art program don't @ me

the lighting in some of this game is making it look like vincent's hair is going grey...

i feel...ways about this

[mrrubbersuitman]

FN/VF Squa Tront 2, second print. 1500 of these printed in 1967. Regularly $70.00, on sale until Midnight EST through the link for $49.00

[novaursa]

Bloodline

- Summary: Gods see fit that they show once again their favor for his line.

- Paring: cousin!reader/Maegor I Targaryen

- Note: This is a continuation of Fire and Blood.

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Previous part: fire's legacy

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

The day was still young, the sky outside now fully constructed Red Keep painted with soft hues of pink and orange as the sun began to rise higher over King’s Landing. You were in your chambers, surrounded by your handmaidens, preparing for the day ahead, when the sudden, piercing sound of a child’s scream reached your ears.

It was unmistakable.

Your heart clenched, and you froze for a moment, the blood draining from your face.

“The twins!” you gasped, already moving toward the door.

At the same time, across the castle, Maegor had been on his way to you, flanked by two of his Kingsguard. He had been intent on discussing the next steps in securing the realm for his new dynasty, but all thoughts vanished when he, too, heard the screams—his children’s screams. His face darkened with sudden concern, and without a word to the knights, he broke into a run, moving through the halls like a storm, the Kingsguard struggling to keep pace behind him.

Maegor’s mind raced as he neared the nursery, where his children were always closely watched. No one would dare harm his heirs. No one. His blood boiled at the thought that something might be wrong. As he reached the door, he threw it open with a force that made the wood crack against the stone wall.

What greeted him was not at all what he expected.

There, in the center of the room, his son and daughter sat on the floor, their eyes wide with awe. Surrounding them, amidst the remnants of the still-smoking eggs, were two small dragons, their scales glistening with the wet sheen of their first moments outside the shells. The creatures cooed and chirped, wings trembling as they tried to steady themselves.

Baelon, his son, was staring wide-eyed at the small, sleek black dragon that had wrapped itself around his arm, its molten-gold eyes blinking curiously up at him. He looked from the dragon to Maegor with a mixture of surprise and excitement, his tiny hand resting on the dragon’s head as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

Rhaelys, your daughter, was sitting calmly as well, her violet eyes fixed on the dragon that had curled into her lap—a stunning creature with shimmering pale blue and silver scales, its wings twitching as it snuggled closer to her warmth. She, too, looked at Maegor as if asking him what it all meant, but there was no fear in her expression, only fascination.

In that instant, Maegor’s breath caught in his throat. His eyes, usually so hard and impenetrable, softened for just a moment as he took in the sight before him. His children—his strong, Targaryen-born heirs—had their dragons.

He could hardly believe it. He had always expected their eggs to hatch one day, but to witness it now, in such a way… It stirred something deep within him, something primal and proud. His blood, his legacy, was secured in more ways than one.

Before he could step further into the room, you arrived, your face pale with concern. “What’s happened?” you demanded breathlessly, your handmaidens hurrying behind you. Your eyes scanned the room in a panic until they landed on your children and the small dragons now nestled at their sides.

You stopped, stunned.

The fear that had seized your heart began to melt away as you slowly approached them. You fell to your knees beside your daughter, your hand trembling as you touched the soft scales of the newborn dragon in her lap. The creature made a soft, crooning noise, almost as if it recognized you.

“Rhaelys…” you whispered, your voice shaking slightly. Your daughter smiled up at you, delighted by the little creature she now claimed as her own.

Maegor watched you, a quiet satisfaction growing in his chest as he saw your reaction. He stepped closer, his heavy boots echoing off the stone floor, but the dragons did not flinch. They were of his blood, and they would know it.

“They have bonded,” Maegor said, his voice low and filled with awe.

You looked up at him, still processing what had happened. “So soon?” you breathed, amazed.

“A sign,” Maegor murmured, his lips curving into a rare smile, his eyes glinting with fierce pride. “The gods themselves smile on their birth. On our children.”

You turned back to the twins, who were both already running their small hands over the scales of their new companions, the dragons cooing and nipping affectionately at their fingers. The sight filled you with wonder, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest, knowing that your children were truly Targaryens in every sense.

“What shall we call them?” Baelon asked suddenly, looking up at his father with wide, eager eyes.

Maegor knelt beside him, placing a firm hand on his son’s shoulder. He glanced at the black dragon, a creature with sleek, obsidian scales and molten-gold eyes, and nodded approvingly.

“We shall call him Valyrax,” Maegor declared. “A name worthy of a dragon that will one day burn for our house.”

Baelon grinned proudly, holding his dragon closer. Rhaelys, too, turned to you, her soft silver hair falling over her shoulders as she gazed down at the pale blue dragon in her lap. You smiled softly at her and touched her cheek.

“What name do you think would suit her, sweetling?” you asked gently.

Rhaelys thought for a moment before whispering, “Vesperys.”

You and Maegor exchanged a glance, and he gave a small nod of approval. “Vesperys,” you repeated, testing the name on your tongue. It felt right.

The nursery was quiet for a moment, save for the sounds of the dragons’ soft chirping and the rustling of their wings. You could feel Maegor’s presence beside you, solid and unyielding, but in that moment, there was something different. Something that felt like hope—a future where your children, and their dragons, would shape the realm in ways none could foresee.

Maegor stood, his eyes hardening as he turned back to the door. “Summon the lords,” he commanded the Kingsguard who had followed him. “They must know my heirs have bonded with their dragons.”

As the knights hurried to obey, you looked up at him, your heart swelling with pride. Maegor, the fierce conqueror, the unyielding king, was not just the ruler of Westeros. He was the father of dragons, and with these two children, the legacy of fire and blood would burn even brighter.

You reached out to him, taking his hand, and together, you stood over your children, watching as they held their dragons close.

The Great Hall of the Red Keep was resplendent that evening, decorated with black banners embroidered with the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen. Long tables groaned under the weight of the finest foods the realm could offer—roasted meats, spiced wine, exotic fruits from Essos—all arranged in lavish abundance. Servants moved swiftly between the courtiers, filling goblets and refilling platters as the guests indulged in the extravagant feast Maegor had ordered in honor of his heirs.

It was a night meant to mark the strength of his bloodline, the promise of House Targaryen’s continued rule. And everyone knew it.

You sat beside Maegor at the head of the table, your eyes drifting across the hall. The atmosphere was alive with nervous energy, the lords and ladies present offering carefully crafted smiles, their gazes occasionally darting toward your children, the twins who had just days ago bonded with their dragons. Baelon and Rhaelys were seated at a smaller table nearby, but it was clear that their attention was elsewhere.

They were swarming Visenya.

It was the first time you had seen your aunt in such a light. Normally, Visenya's presence loomed over the court like a shadow, sharp and cold, as if she were a dragon herself—always calculating, always watching, as though the weight of the realm rested upon her shoulders. But tonight, as Baelon tugged at her hand and Rhaelys leaned against her arm, she looked... content.

The twins, unaware of the usual formality expected of them, had attached themselves to their grandmother with the innocence only children could possess. They climbed into her lap, chattering away, their voices high and eager as they told her stories about their dragons and all the grand adventures they imagined. Valyrax and Vesperys, their newborn dragons, were back in their pens, but in the minds of Baelon and Rhaelys, their presence was always with them.

Visenya, for once, didn’t brush them aside or maintain her distant, stoic composure. Instead, she smiled—a rare and gentle expression that softened her usually hard features. She listened with surprising patience as Baelon gestured wildly with his little hands, recounting how he had "commanded" Valyrax to breathe fire (though it was merely a puff of smoke), and Rhaelys added her own embellishments about Vesperys’s growing wingspan.

You watched, captivated. You had never seen her like this. For all the strength and severity Visenya projected, there was something in her gaze now that spoke of a deep and hidden well of tenderness—something you never expected to see from her, least of all toward your children.

"They adore her," you murmured, half to yourself.

Maegor, seated beside you, followed your gaze toward his mother and his children. His face remained impassive, though there was a slight lift to his brow, a hint of curiosity. Visenya had always been a formidable force in his life, a woman of steel who had shaped much of who he was. To see her in this softer light was unusual, even for him.

"She raised me," Maegor said, his tone low, "but I was not like them."

You glanced at him, the hard edge to his voice reminding you of the distance between him and the rest of the world, even his own mother. He had been raised in war and bloodshed, forged into the man he was by Visenya’s relentless drive. But Baelon and Rhaelys… they were different. They had brought out something unexpected in her.

For a moment, you wondered what Visenya might have been like if she had been allowed to nurture rather than conquer, if she had been given the chance to be a mother without the weight of a crown pressing down upon her. But tonight, that distant past didn’t matter. What mattered was the sight before you now: Visenya, a dragon in her own right, being drawn into a simple, familial warmth by your children.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you watched Rhaelys tug at one of Visenya’s braids, giggling when she leaned in to whisper something conspiratorial in her grandmother’s ear. Visenya nodded, her expression softening even more, as though she had been momentarily swept away from the iron burden of rule and was simply… a grandmother.

Your gaze returned to the hall. The lords and ladies, though engaged in conversation, couldn’t help but glance at the scene as well, their whispers full of speculation. What did it mean, to see Visenya so at ease with the twins? What future did it promise for House Targaryen?

Maegor raised his goblet, the movement sharp and commanding. The hall fell silent almost instantly as every eye turned to him, waiting for his words.

“To the future of House Targaryen,” Maegor’s voice boomed across the hall, his tone leaving no room for uncertainty. “To my heirs, Baelon and Rhaelys, whose dragons will carry our bloodline into an era of unmatched strength.”

The gathered lords and ladies raised their own goblets in response, though you could see the hesitation in some of their eyes. Maegor had always ruled through fear as much as through power, and tonight was no exception. But no one would dare defy him. Not here. Not now.

You lifted your own goblet, though your eyes remained on your children. Baelon and Rhaelys had paused their chatter to look toward their father, their wide eyes taking in the grandeur of the moment. They were still so young, so unaware of the burdens that awaited them, but tonight, they were celebrated as the future of your house.

As the hall echoed with the sound of toasts and the soft clinking of goblets, you glanced back at Visenya. She met your eyes for a moment, and in that brief exchange, you saw something in her gaze that you hadn’t expected: approval. Not just of the twins, but of you. It was as though, in this moment, Visenya acknowledged the strength you had brought to her son’s legacy, the role you had played in securing the future of their bloodline.

For the first time, you felt a strange sense of kinship with her—a bond forged not by battle, but by family.

As the night wore on, the feast continued in all its splendor. The twins eventually tired themselves out and were led away by their handmaids, but not before giving Visenya a kiss on the cheek, a gesture that left a rare, fleeting smile on her face.

You sat back, feeling the weight of the evening slowly ease from your shoulders. For all the dangers that lurked in Maegor’s reign, for all the enemies that still whispered in the shadows, tonight had been a victory. Not just for him, but for all of you.

And as Maegor’s hand rested on yours under the table, you allowed yourself to hope—for the future of your children, for the future of your house, and for the quiet moments of peace you could find within the storm.

[alyakthedorklord]

Welcome to Danny’s Part 2

People have been asking for more of this ^^ so here you go, have a really long word vomit of stuff i think is funny

(IM NOT WRITING THIS FIC GDI I HAVE ENOUGH WIP’S!)

Danny’s restaurant is ALSO manned by-

Tucker, who will fix your tech for free, has tattoos of hieroglyphics and lines of code that shift around when he gets busy.

Sam, who makes an express line for veggie orders. If you try to order meat from sam all the potted plants start trembling.

Jazz, who has a special booth in the back and Magically makes people dump their deepest secrets to her in streamlined Liminal Powers Therapy. (It’s a bit weird but hey the people she targets feel better so whatevs.)

Dani, who shares pictures from tourist traps she's visited, though there’s also some REALLY WEIRD pics of alternate realities and cult shenanigans mixed in. Some of the older patrons are concerned. She’s a little too young to do all this alone- actually, how old is she? Her father looks like he’s in his early twenties…

Dan, who is working here while “on parole” and often loudly argues with Danny about it.

“I don’t want to work in your stupid shop, Dad!”

Dan is two whole feet taller than danny and three times as wide i will not be taking constructive criticism. He’s a whole silver fox. There are some ladies who have a crush on him and they’re really concerned if he’s legal bc danny is younger than them how is Dan his child-

“Dan, how old are you?”

“I don’t know, like, a hundred sixty something?”

(Lady turns to look at Danny, who shrugs and smiles.) “time dilation. What a world we live in. Dan, kiddo, can you get some more napkins from the back?”

“Ugh, fine, dad.”

The first villain Danny ACTUALLY fights isn’t the Joker. It’s Condiment King. Dan runs away from him, which is already weird bc guy is MASSIVE, and the condiment king chases him bc YES SOMEONE FINALLY FEARS HIM PROPERLY.

Danny bursts out of the shop in righteous fatherly fury and beats the snot out of him. Everyones is confused bc… what? Dan is massive? Why is he scared? Why is the twink beating the snot out of condiment king?

“Dan had a traumatic experience with Burger Sauce.” Danny explains, glaring down at the rouge at his feet. He kicks him, growls, “Don’t mess with my kid.” And walks back inside.

No one asks, bc this is gotham. Asking is rude, and also it lessens the Mystery that is Danny’s. No one knows how the kids came into existence. No one knows, before someone from out of town (metropolis, ugh) asks about the sign.

The sign outside the shop says:

Welcome to Danny’s!

Do no harm and no harm shall befall you.

Start nothing and nothing will be ended.

We have baseball bats and fists and a mean swing.

This establishment does not serve- guys in white (suits), Vlad, Transphobes, Vlad, Clowns, VLAD.

Do not ask for the secret menu. If you can get it, Danny will offer it.

(Don’t scare the other customers, please.)

When asked who Vlad is, bc he’s banned three times, Danny just kind of sighs.

“He’s my kid's other parent. He’s an obsessive creep who completely ignores Danielle because she’s a girl, rolling in money but won’t pay his child support. You know how it is.”

Several goons ask what he looks like so they can keep an eye out. Dani happily tells them “look at Dan, take away Dad’s features, then convert 30% of his height and weight into smarminess.”

It's an effective description. Vlad gets full body tackled the moment he enters the neighborhood. Danny gives the goons free fudge (family recipe, one of the restaurants signatures)

One of the reasons Danny’s is so popular is bc its open 24/7. (Unless its one of those weird times where all the doors are locked and if you look through the window blinds theres nothing but a starry void.) One of the reasons Danny’s is so weird is bc Danny is ALWAYS behind the counter. Always. Round the clock. He doesn’t sleep, eat, anything. Some people swear he has a twin he swaps out with (clones).

Sometimes, after a really difficult customer, Danny will let out a really long sigh and mutter “time out” before glitching into a new position, with a new shirt and combed hair. No one mentions it.

Theres a deal that’s just, “beat danny in a fight you eat for free.”

The deal extends to both Dan and Dani as well. Even if you lose you get fudge as a reward for courage.

No one ever wins.

One time, a couple brought their kid, recently discharged from the hospital. Danny comes over to them and grins. “Hey, kiddo! Bet you gave your parents a scare, huh? Pulled through in the end. That means you get the secret menu!”

Parents: hey wtf?

Danny, handing over a perfectly normal menu: 😀

Kid: “ooh mommy look at the glowy stars!”

Parents: !?!?!?

Danny: 😁

Old man Dave, whose heart has stopped like three times now: “Oh don’t worry about that, prices are the same and it will help your kid feel much better. Danny’s just a little weird.”

After all, it’s not just full ghosts that get the menu. If you’ve been dead, heart stopped, soul out of body before being popped back into place, then you get it. There’s actually a pretty high number of people who get it, bc this is Gotham. People get resuscitated after rogue attacks. The ecto actually helps stabilize their soul after getting jerked between life and death so rudely.

The secret menu that they’re given is just a normal menu, scribbled over top with an ecto pen, invisible to non-secret menu havers. Different “ecto-levels” to choose from, and three extra dishes. There’s also instructions to get into the “back room” for those who can’t go intangible, though it comes with a disclaimer “not for the faint of heart.”

There’s also a small note at the bottom- “do not share food.”

Anyways, as per original post. Tim herds Joker into Danny’s radar bc he Cannot Deal Right Now. He salutes Danny, who waves back, grinning like he didn’t just come at the Clown Prince of Crime like a feral badger on crack cocaine. “Heya, Red Robin! You want a coffee?”

“Please.” Tim sighs. “You’re the best, Danny.”

Jason looks between tim and the shop danny just vanished into. “Uh, what?”

“Danny doesn’t like clowns.” Tim explains. “Or condiment king. They get close, Danny takes them out.”

Jason is incredibly confused, bc he just came back from an out of town mission, but this place is right on the edge of his territory and he should definitely know about it. He asks tim, who just shrugs.

“That shop is weird. It’s like a grocery store at 3am. I stumbled in there after a rough night and Danny just whipped me up the best coffee i've ever had. Still can’t find their website. I swear it’s bigger on the inside and the door keeps swapping from one side of that fire hydrant to the other.”

Danny comes out and passes Tim a massive coffee cup. “Come back and talk shop with tucker, okay? You’re welcome any time. Both of you, actually.”

He gives Jason a weird look and then goes back inside.

Jason, who is a little concerned that the reverence tim has is more than his average weird worship of coffee (it's just that good) goes back the next day in civvies.

He gets offered the secret menu, danny does the eye thing, Jason retreats to look at the secret menu. Unsure of what just happened, he texts tim.

Jason: Why was i given a “secret menu”

Tim: WTF WHAT DID YOU DO TO GET THAT

Jason: IDK THATS WHY IM TEXTING YOU

tim: I'VE BEEN GOING FOR MONTHS I’M A LOYAL PATRON WHAT DO YOU HAVE THAT I DONT

Jason: the secret menu apparently (image)

Tim: …thats just the normal menu???

Jason: no? It looks like a kid went ham with a neon green marker tf?

Duke: you know this is the family chat right?

Steph: order the waffles

Jason: you order the waffles. Wtf is an ecto-level.

Jason asks for what danny recommends, Danny immediately gives him a milkshake and tells him it's on the house bc he “looks rough.”

Jason is kind if offended, bc he actually got a decent sleep- but then he tries it and its like.

Oh.

Now. Between the stink Tim is making, and the sudden worship that Jason has of this shops milkshakes, the BatFamily is now Curious and will Investigate.

Are the milkshakes really that good?

The full force of the Wayne Family™ isn’t exactly subtle, so they go in twos and threes over the course of a week.

Damian gets offered the secret menu, and is also directed towards Sam’s express vegetarian line. Danny just Knew. Damian accuses Tim and/or Jason of pulling a prank on him, but they both swear up and down they didn’t say anything.

Both Steph (i think? Did she fake her death or actually die idk) and Cass get the secret menu, and they keep trying to ask Tim what certain things on the menu mean. Tim Cannot See what they’re talking about. He’s starting to get frustrated. Is it some sort of magic spell?

Tim takes Kon to Danny’s. (Is it a date? A test date on a low-stakes investigation? Maybe.) Danny, who is really starting to enjoy messing with Tim, gleefully offers Kon the secret menu, and Tim the normal one. Tim bangs his head on the table.

Dick doesn’t get a secret menu, but he does notice a couple disappear through the wall. He’s almost certain he’s seen them before, but it will be a while before he remembers Kitty and Johnny from his early Robin Days.

Duke is also not offered a secret menu, but he can see the writing anyways. He can also see that some of the patrons have weird auras, and what on EARTH is up with Danny himself? He tries to ignore it, up until Steph gets him to order one of the specials off Cass’s (secret) menu. And Danny just kind of sharpens, the air going cold.

“I didn’t give you that menu. Just because you can read it, doesn’t mean you want it. Order off the right menu, please.”

Duke, freaked the hell out by the Biblically Accurate Horror that Danny is shifting into, orders off the right menu and apologizes.

“Oh, it’s alright!” Danny flips back to cheerful in seconds. “It’s just that it wouldn’t be completely healthy for you to eat it, even if you are part immortal.”

Duke bluescreens.

Alright, somethings definitely going on.

Tim and Jason both order the same thing- an oreo milkshake, one off the secret menu, one off the normal menu. Jason confirms the one from the normal menu does not taste the same and isn’t as good. Tim cannot confirm the other way around, because Jason nearly punches him when he attempts to taste it.

They take samples home, analyze them, and go over anecdotes from other patrons, trying to figure out what makes Danny’s so weird. What makes Kon, Cass, Jason, and Damian different?

Wait a second. Kon, Cass, Jason, Damian. The ones that died and came back to life.

It’s around this time that Dick remembers where he’s seen Kitty and Johnny before. Lovers from two houses, both alike in (in)dignity, had a romeo-and-juliet-esque escapade across Gotham, ending in high speed chase with Kitty’s gangster father and a fatal motorcycle accident. Both are dead. Both are in Danny’s.

Danny’s has something to do with death.

Having heard a couple stories about food of the dead, they notify Bruce (who is very concerned as to what exactly his children have been putting in their mouths) and then call in the magic users of the justice league.

It’s a mess. Dan calls Constantine a whore. Deadman and Secret (i think thats Tim’s ghost friend?) get abducted to the backroom. Dani clocks Capt. Marvel as another kid who looks older than he actually is, with magic powers, and his showing him her REALLY interesting travel photos. Zatanna is like “this place needs an exorcism” and danny just goes “ma’am please don’t exorcize my customers.”

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53 Icons | The Commander | Nier: Automata

53 Icons for The Commander from Nier: Automata.

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[altocat]

The Silver Elite club is so creepy actually. The fan clubs for Genesis and Angeal share basic information about Angeal loving plants and cooking or Genesis having a history with Loveless.

But Silver Elite takes it to another level. The information is uncomfortably private. Sephiroth sneaking into the training room with his friends was supposed to be a secret, but Hojo exposed it anyway. Yet in the same newsletter he writes about how Sephiroth valued his privacy. Great.

Then for Hojo to share something as personal as what Sephiroth used to clean his “long beautiful hair” is absolutely repulsive and disgusting. All that fan club did was expose how obsessed Hojo was with Sephiroth and how closely he monitored him all his life.

It's really eye-opening because Silver Elite is sorta played for laughs in CC, or at least meant to be kind of amusing because it's Sephiroth doing mundane Sephiroth things, only for you to realize in hindsight that it's actually a very deeply violating invasion of privacy. Sephiroth around CC era won't even LOOK at Hojo, much less speak to him. I refuse to believe he's giving Hojo any license to post all this private information without Shinra pressuring him into compliance.

People have expectations of Sephiroth. That he's this regal, dominant creature that is always in control, always above everyone else, always flawless and badass at everything he does. They know him as a villain, powerful, imposing, always two steps ahead of Cloud and crew, always smug and threatening and towering over the competition. Crisis Core (and First Soldier) paints a far grimmer picture as to the person Sane!Sephiroth really was pre-madness. He's actually very passive and subdued, dare I say submissive. He has his pride, yeah. And a level of authority over his men. He's definitely not someone you want to annoy or come to blows with. But in his private life within Shinra, he's actually very nonconfrontational and sort of bleakly resigned to everything.

Maybe the EC marketing was right when it suggested that the audience doesn't really KNOW Sephiroth. Because the way the real Sephiroth acts doesn't suggest dominance or power or autonomy of any kind. He's dealt a lot of daily Shinra bullshit and he just puts up with it. He does as he's told. He can be choosy about his missions and he might have a few more privileges than the average soldier. But his hands are just as tied as everyone else's. Maybe even more so because his guardians are allowed to exploit him for profit day after day just to drum up propaganda for new recruits.

[moronkyne]

David and Asher Headcanons

(not a ship post…yet)

🐺David;

- Always stood with his hands crossed. It doesn’t help that he has an RBF and a scar on his lip. He looks hella intimidating. (Asher and Milo mock him for it)

- I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but hey, ima be so honest rn…David gets me views. David and his black slicked back hair—Falls two inches over his shoulders, strands loose and slightly waved (Assuming he has straight hair)

- Has some grey hair. Angel begs him not to dye it and RIGHTFULLY SO! He has shines of silver in his facial hair

- Has learned a thing or two from Milo’s cooking though he will never admit it.

- “No. I won’t peel the crust off—” and he does it anyways

- Sideburns. He’s a hairy man (/pos) so. Yeah.

- His favorite high school class happened to be Home EC. Or Business and Marketing strategies. He took these by his own free will.

(you guys used up all my David juice…I can’t think of any rn)

Asher under the cut;

🍊Asher;

- Would/Has played “Wolves life” (or whatever it’s called) on Roblox with Angel (His wolf is neon colors and is probably named “Shadow”, he likes to mock David’s voice and very loudly RP with Angel instead of using the chat.)

- Genuinely loves Lady Gaga.

- He’s actually got a very healthy thing going on with his family. (I see him as adopted and or a surrogate baby <3)

- Amazing at Just Dance, I gotta say it.

- Has a lot of hair. Not necessarily that he’s hairy, but I think he does have QUITE A BIT head hair…yet struggles to grow facial hair

- Long ass nails that he needs to trim.

- Tie-Dyd shirts 24/7 or the button ups that have the pattern of a roller rinks flooring.

- I’ve seen a lot of Vitiligo Asher and I ADORE IT SO MUCH but also, imagine if it’s a birth mark? It slowly fades as he gets older and he used to hate it…bad as he grows he begins to miss it.

- Smells like citrus and clean laundry (bonus; calls it “Laundry Sauce”)

- Gets hella lightheaded 24/7 (DRINK WATER YOU FUCKING IDIOT.)

Random;

Asher; “Are we about to k—”

Asher Talbot was killed by David Shaw

THESE ARE DEPICTIONS OF A CHARACTER NAMED “XADEN RIORSON” FROM THE BOOKS FOURTH WING AND IRON FLAME. THIS IS MOSTLY HOW I SEE DAVID SHAW.

[qqueenofhades]

I just read an article on The Conversation that states: "Today, most data has Trump narrowly beating Biden in the national popular vote, albeit within the statistical margin of error." (Source for that data: https://projects.fivethirtyeight.com/polls/president-general/)

In your opinion, is that true? How can that be possible after everything Trump has done? After the Insurrection? I'm terrified 😕

(For reference, the original article can be found at https://theconversation.com/five-reasons-why-trumps-republican-opponents-were-never-going-to-beat-him-223288?utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=The%20Weekend%20Conversation%20-%202888329325&utm_content=The%20Weekend%20Conversation%20-%202888329325+CID_fceedfd21410eb8a7b6fd6e1124d9d54&utm_source=campaign_monitor_uk&utm_term=five%20reasons)

Short answer: no, I don't think it's true.

Long answer: no, I really don't think it's true. Here's why.

Broader context. A Republican has won the popular presidential vote only twice in the 21st century, and in the first of those occasions -- 2000 -- I use "won" very advisedly. We all know, or at least we should, about all the fuckery that went down in Florida with Bush vs. Gore and SCOTUS stepping in to stop the recount (which almost surely would have gone to Gore) and handing Florida, and thus the presidency, to George Dubya Bush by a mere 537 votes. Dubya then did win re-election and the popular vote/EC in 2004, in the throes of patriotic war fervor and the GOP's Swiftboating of John Kerry (who was a pretty terrible candidate to start with). Other than that? None. Zip. Nada. None. Even in 2016 when Trump squeaked out a win (and thus the presidency) in the Electoral College, he lost nationwide to HRC by over 3 million votes. He lost to Biden by 7 million votes nationwide last time. Also, the reason the GOP loves the antidemocratic Electoral College is that it always works in their favor, and because red states with relatively scant population are given the same power in the Senate. That's why California, with 40+ million people, gets two (Democratic) senators, and Wyoming, with 400,000 people, gets two (Republican) senators. There is just no way that red states can get the actual raw numbers to win the popular vote against heavily blue urban population centers. The only one that comes close is Texas, and while it's something of a white whale for Democrats who think fondly that it'll surely turn blue this election cycle (and then it doesn't), it's not giving all its votes popular-vote-wise to Republicans. So yeah. The numbers aren't there. Biden is about 99% certain to win the popular vote, but because this is America, the question is whether the EC will follow.

(Although, I gotta say. In the deeply unlikely event that Biden loses the popular vote but wins the Electoral College -- i.e. the exact same thing Trump did in 2016 -- the right wing would lose their fucking minds and it would be incredibly hilarious. Also, we might finally get some red states willing to sign up to the National Popular Vote Compact, which is just a few ratifications away from going into effect. As noted, the Republicans will cling onto the Electoral College with their last dying breath because it's the only thing that makes them competitive in nationwide elections. If it fucked Trump, they might finally listen to ideas about changing it.)

The media are incredibly biased, and so is Nate Silver. Silver first rose to prominence as an independent geeky Data Guy elections whiz-kid, and was relatively good at being unbiased. That is not the case anymore. He's now affiliated with the New York Times and has started echoing the smugly anti-Biden framework of both that paper and the mainstream media in general. I'm not necessarily saying his data is total bunk, but he's extremely eager to frame, narrate, and explain it in ways that artificially disadvantage Biden (in the same way the NYT itself is all in on "BUT HIS AGEEEEE," just as they were with "BUT HER EEEEEEMAILS" in 2016) And that's a problem, because:

The polls are shit. Like, really, really shit. Didn't we just go through this in 2022, where everyone howled about how All The Data pointed to a Red Wave and then were /shocked pikachu face when this was nothing more than a Red Dribble of Piss (and frankly, the best midterm election result for the ruling party since like, the 1930s?) We've also had major, real-time proof that the polls are showing a consistent pro-Trump bias of 10 or more points, which is a huge error and keeps getting corrected whenever people actually vote, but the media will never admit that, because TRUMP IS WINNING WE ARE ALL DOOMZED!! We heard about how Biden might lose New Hampshire because he wasn't even on the ballot and that would be a critical embarrassment for him. He cruised easily with 68% (all write-in votes and FAR more than any other Democratic "candidate.") Meanwhile, Trump won New Hampshire by about 15% under what the polls had predicted for him (after doing the same and barely squeaking over 50% in Iowa, one of the whitest, most rural, most Trump-loving states in the nation). The number ballparked for Biden in the NV Democratic primary was something like 75%; he got over 90% (and twice as many votes as any candidate in the Republican Primary/Caucus/Whatever That Mess Was). The number for what he was supposed to get in the SC primary was in the high 60% (driven by the media's other favorite "Black voters are abandoning Biden" canard); he absolutely crushed it at 97% statewide. When Biden is winning by whopping margins and Trump is underperforming badly, in both cases by gaps of ten percent or more, it means the polls are simply not showing us an accurate state of the race. This could be because of media bias, bad data, selective polling, inability to actually connect with voters (especially young voters, who are about as likely to eat a live scorpion as to pick up an unsolicited phone call from an unknown number). This also shows up in:

Special elections. We've heard tons of Very Smart Punditry (derogatory) about how Democrats kicking ass in pretty much every competitive election since Roe was overturned in 2022 totally means nothing for the general election. (Of course, if the situation was reversed and Republicans were cleaning up at the same rate, we would be hearing nothing except how we're all destined for Eternal Trumpocracy... wait. no... we're still only hearing this. Weird.) In the last special election in early February, Democrat Tom Suozzi won back his old U.S House seat (NY-03) by over eight points, after polls had given him at most a two- or three-point edge. (Funnily, once again a Democrat did far better than the media is determined to insist, so Politico hilariously called a thumping eight-point win "edging it out.") This represents almost a 16-point blue swing from even just 2022, when The Congressman Possibly Known as George Santos won it by 7 points. On that same night, a Democratic candidate in a Trump +26 district in deep, deep red Oklahoma only lost by 5 points, marking another massive pro-blue swing. This has been the case in every special election since Roe went down. Apparently blah blah This Won't Translate to the General Election, because the media is very smart. Even when Democrats (historically hard to motivate and muster in off-year election cycles, or you know in general) are turning up in elections that don't involve Trump to punish terrible Trumpist policies, we're supposed to think they won't be motivated to actually vote against the guy himself? And not just them, because:

Trump is a terrible candidate. Which we know, and have always known, but now it's really true. We've had up to half of Haley voters stating they will vote for Biden over Trump if that is the November matchup (which it will be). Haley, amusingly, actually outraised Trump in January, because it turns out that the Trump Crime Family's open promise to send every single donor or RNC dollar to pay El Trumpo's legal fees hasn't been a terribly effective message. We had Republicans in NY-03 telling CNN that they voted for the Democrat Suozzi because they're so fed up with the GOP clown show in the House and don't think Republicans can govern (which uh. Yeah. Welcome to reality, we all knew that ages ago too). We have had up to a third of Republican voters saying they won't vote for Trump if he's convicted of a felony before the election (and technically he already has been, but we're still hoping for the January 6 trial to go ahead). Now, yes, Republicans are a notoriously cliquey bunch and might change their minds, but for all the endless bullshit BIDEN SHOULD STEP DOWN BECAUSE DEMOCRATS ARE DISUNITED narrative the media has been pushing like their kidnapped grandmothers' lives depend on it, Democrats aren't actually disunited at all. Instead, Trump is in chaos, the GOP is in chaos, sizeable chunks of Republican voters are ready to vote for someone else and in some cases have already done so, and yet, do we hear a peep about how Trump should step down? Nah. In related news, did you hear that Biden is old?!?! Why isn't anyone writing about this?!?!

Now, I want to make it clear: Trump's chances of winning are not zero, and they are not inconsiderable. We need to face that fact and deal with it accordingly. Large chunks of the country are still willing to vote for white Christian nationalist fascism. Trump still has plenty of diehard cultists and the entire establishment Republican party in his pocket, and it's been made very clear that Putin is bringing the full force of his malevolent Russian fascist machine to bear on this election as well. Case in point: we spent four years hearing about HUNTER BIDEN HUNTER BIDEN SECRET CORRUPTION GIANT SECRET BUSINESS SCANDAL, and it turns out that the GOP's "star informant" has been actively working with Russian spies the whole time and fed them complete bullshit disinformation, which they were eager to repeat so long as it might hurt Joe Biden. (And it would hurt Ukraine, so, twofer! I cannot emphasize enough how much it was all a deliberate collaboration by some of the worst people on earth.)

In 2016, people naively assumed that Trump could never win, and so they were especially willing to throw away, spoil, or otherwise not exercise their vote, or throw purity hissy fits over HRC (likewise fed at the toxic teat of Russian disinformation). That was exactly what allowed Trump to squeak out a win in the EC and put us in the mess we are currently in. If people act in the same way in 2024 that they did in 2016, Trump's chances of winning are drastically increased. So once again, as I keep saying, it's up to us. If we all vote blue, and we get our networks to vote blue, Biden is very likely to win. If we don't, he won't, and Trump will win. It's that simple. We had better decide what we're doing. The end.

[domm1etae]

Rings of Desire

yunho x mingi

oneshot | mdni

880 words

Yunho gets obsessed with the idea of Mingi jerking him off while still wearing his rings, and when they finally try it, the combination of cool metal and rough hands drives Yunho wild

nsfw tags under

m/m, top mingi, bottom yunho, masturbation, hand kink, rings on

author's note: just a small yungi drabble because GOD DAYUM I LOVE MINGIS HANDS AND HIS RINGS, I AM READY TO RISK IT ALL FOR THAT MAN

Yunho couldn’t stop thinking about Mingi. The thoughts invaded his mind like an obsession, creeping in at the most unexpected times. It wasn’t just Mingi’s presence that occupied Yunho's thoughts—it was his hands. Those big, rough hands, capable of being so gentle yet undeniably strong. Yunho found himself fixated on the idea of those hands wrapped around his cock, imagining how the roughness of Mingi’s calloused skin would feel against his most sensitive parts. But it wasn’t just that. It was the thought of Mingi still wearing his rings while doing it.

Those rings were a part of Mingi, almost as much as the man himself. They adorned his fingers almost every day—silver bands, some smooth and polished, others rugged with intricate designs, and a few with small, dark gems embedded in the metal. The image of Mingi’s rings combined with the texture of his hands became an idea that Yunho couldn’t shake. It was all he thought about, all he fantasized about, to the point where it consumed him.

He would imagine it late at night when he was alone, his thoughts spiraling as he touched himself, but it was never enough. The thought of the cold metal pressing against his heated flesh, the contrast of the silver against his skin, mixed with the warmth and roughness of Mingi’s hand, drove him wild. He craved it, wanted it so badly that it became a nearly unbearable need.

So, when a casual, friendly kiss between them one day turned into something more, Yunho didn’t hesitate. The kiss deepened, their tongues tangling in a way that was both familiar and electrifying. It wasn’t long before the heat between them escalated, their breaths mingling as they pressed closer together. Yunho could feel Mingi’s desire, could sense the urgency in his movements as he started to fumble with Yunho’s zipper, his hands trembling with want.

But just as Mingi started to slip off his rings, out of habit, Yunho’s hand shot out to stop him. His fingers wrapped around Mingi’s wrist, halting his movements. Mingi looked at him in confusion, his brow furrowing. He always took his rings off when they got intimate, a ritual of sorts that was almost second nature to him. But Yunho, his heart pounding in his chest, shook his head and whispered in a voice thick with anticipation, telling Mingi to keep them on.

Mingi stared at him for a moment, searching Yunho’s face for any sign of hesitation. But when he saw the intensity in Yunho’s eyes, the desire practically radiating off him, Mingi just shrugged and nodded, deciding to go with it. He continued to tug at Yunho's pants, pulling them down far enough to expose his aching erection.

When Mingi’s fingers finally wrapped around Yunho’s shaft, the sensation hit him like a freight train. The cold touch of the silver rings, stark against the heat of his skin, combined with the rough, calloused texture of Mingi’s hand, was even better than Yunho had imagined. His breath hitched, his body reacting instantly as he bucked his hips, thrusting into Mingi’s grip, desperate for more of that intoxicating contrast.

Mingi’s hand moved with a steady, confident rhythm, his grip tightening just enough to drive Yunho crazy. Yunho could feel the coolness of the rings sliding along his length, the metal almost biting into his skin with every stroke. And then, there was the sensation of the tiny gems on one of the rings, pressing into his flesh, creating a delicious friction that Yunho had never experienced before. It was almost too much, the sensations overwhelming him as he teetered on the edge of ecstasy.

Yunho’s head spun, his mind going blank as all he could focus on was the feeling of Mingi’s hand, the rings, the roughness, the cold metal. He was completely lost in it, thrusting into Mingi’s hand with a desperate need, chasing that high. And then, just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Mingi tightened his grip even more, and Yunho felt the gems dig into him, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain straight through him.

That was it. Yunho couldn’t hold back any longer. He came hard, his orgasm ripping through him with a force that left him shaking. For a moment, everything else ceased to exist—there was only the overwhelming pleasure, the feeling of Mingi’s hand, and the cold touch of the rings.

After it was over, they lay together, both catching their breath. Mingi glanced down at his hand, now sticky with Yunho’s release, and clicked his tongue in mild annoyance. He looked at Yunho, a mock scolding in his eyes, and told him off for cumming all over his rings, saying that they might be ruined now.

Yunho, still breathless and completely satisfied, just chuckled softly. He looked at Mingi with a lazy grin and told him not to worry—that he’d buy him new ones if these were ruined, even though they both knew that any new rings would probably meet the same fate. The thought of doing it all over again, with new rings, new sensations, and the same overwhelming pleasure, made Yunho’s heart race with anticipation. It was an experience he was eager to repeat, something that had surpassed even his wildest fantasies.

[yourobedientserpent]

Athelind Long's Superhero Chronology

Cross-Published from my Blogspot blog, Kirby Dots & Ditko Ribbons. INTRODUCTION  There's a tendency to divide the different eras of comic book superheroes into "Golden," "Silver", and "Modern," with occasional, tentative attempts to parcel off the Bronze Age, as well.

Let's just say that this lacks nuance. The Superhero Genre has gone through a lot of trends and phases and distinctive cultures over the years, and lumping almost half of its history into some concept of "The Modern Age" is just phoning it in. 

Some notes: 

This is not quite the same as the ages of COMICS, though there's similar nomenclature, largely because comics history tends to focus on the superhero genre even when it tries not to. This is about SUPERHEROES, in more than just a single medium; the "Ages" only indirectly impact other genres. 

All dates are approximate. 

There's plenty of overlap between Silver/Bronze, Bronze/Iron, and Iron/Aluminum, but when I started looking a keystone events, I was astonished by how neatly everything fell into 15-year chunks! 

THE CHRONOLOGY

Prelude (1830s-1938): The dawn of mass-produced popular culture: penny dreadfuls, dime novels, pulp magazines, newspaper comic strips. Folk heroes and detectives start sharing the pages with costumed adventurers, some with peak-human or superhuman abilities. Professor Challenger, Sherlock Holmes, The Nyctalope, The Shadow, Doc Savage. 

Golden Age (1938-1953): Begins with Superman, of course; ends with Post-War Superhero Implosion and Frederic Wertham's anti-comics crusade. The JSA stopped appearing in All-Star Comics in 1951. Fawcett stopped publishing Captain Marvel in 1953. 

Interregnum (1950ish-1960ish): A lot of historians make much of the gap between the Golden and Silver Ages, but, in retrospect, it's surprisingly brief. Superheroes never really go away, but they are de-emphasized in favor of other genres in comics, including horror, romance, and science fiction. Even at DC, other than Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman, superheroes are relegated to back-up stories in anthology titles. Still, The Adventures of Superman with George Reeves remained popular throughout this period. 

Silver Age (1954-1970): The Reign of the Comics Code Authority (est. 1954). Really starts to roll with the demise of EC Comics and the reboot of The Flash; peaks with the "camp" craze popularized by the 1966 Batman TV series; ends when Kirby Moves to DC and Marvel publishes the Spider-Man Drug Stories without the Code Stamp. Early on, formerly-anonymous creators start getting openly credited on the title pages of their stories; this starts at Marvel, but DC eventually follows suit. 

Bronze Age (1971-1985): Begins with O'Neil and Adams revamping Batman and Green Lantern; Ends with the Crisis on Infinite Earths. Both DC and Marvel start paying closer attention to continuity and "relevance", and the most successful titles are the ones that most fully embrace an ongoing serial storyline (Legion of Super-Heroes, X-Men, The New Teen Titans). The specialty comic book shop starts becoming more common at the beginning of the era, and the closing years of the era herald a growing Creator's Rights movement, the birth of the Direct Market -- and the dawn of the independent publishers. 

Iron Age (1986-2000): Begins with Deconstruction: Elementals, The Dark Knight Returns, Watchmen, and the Wild Cards "mosaic novel" series. Ends with Reconstruction: Morrison's JLA, among others. Dominated by a determined effort to Take Superhero Comics Seriously. The Big Two kill off or "reinvent" goofy, campy Silver Age characters. DC tries very hard to bring coherency and consistency to its new, Post-Crisis timeline. Several independent publishers try cold-starting superhero "universes" of their own; most of them fail, but a lucky few manage to sell their characters to the Big Two (Ultraverse, Wildstorm). 

Aluminum Age (2000-2015): When Everything is Recycled. Marvel starts the Ultimate Universe. DC resurrects Silver Age characters who got killed off in the Bronze and Iron Age. The Comics Code finally dies in 2011. DC does a succession of "sequels" to Crisis on Infinite Earths: Identity Crisis (2004), Infinite Crisis (2005-2006), and the deceptively-named Final Crisis (2008), culminating in another Hard Reboot with the New 52 in 2011. Marvel does its own version of Crisis with the Multiverse Incursion story arc in New Avengers from 2013-2015. "Decompression" and "writing for the trade" become common as trade-paperback collections become more economically important than the traditional monthly comic magazines ("floppies"). 

Digital Age (2015-Current): Superhero not only become mainstream, but actually dominate movies and TV for several years -- this starts in the Aluminum Age, with the MCU in 2008, but is solidly codified by the debut of Arrow in 2015 and an explosion of weekly prime-time superhero shows that lasts almost a decade.

Comments are welcome, but be civil! This is intended to provoke conversations, not fights.