#good year blimp

[bigmeatpete69420]

Hi back from my walk had to cut it short got too angry at ppl here's some pics tho

Can you spot the good year blimp?

[obsidian-sphere]

Two-page Good Year ad from the Saturday Evening Post in 1944.

Art by Dean Cornwell

[lecliss]

Why tye fuck am I crying over ninja clash in the land of snow???? I fucking love this movie so much. It's sooooo fucking good. It's definitely my favorite and it was only the first ever Naruto movie. Can you believe they peaked at the first fucking one??? Why is it so good??? Fuck man aaaaaa

[ectoplasmer]

actually no I think it’d be really funny if my hs s/i and my ygo s/i switched places

[lullabyes22-blog]

"I think the cycle only ends when you find the will to walk away."

Got a lot of Q's for this in my inbox. Figured I'd just address them here.

tw: mentions of suicide, suicidal ideation

Re: the ending of S2:

Jinx did not die.

She symbolically killed her old self, and with it, her last ties to the past that imprisoned her. She understood that for her sister to move on and live her life - be happy without guilt - she'd have to renounce the bonds that held them together.

Her talk with ghostly Silco was the 'sign-off' she'd been waiting for, ever his dutiful daughter. Throughout S2, she kept hoping he'd haunt her, and in doing so, offer some impetus given her aimlessness. Maybe just straight up boss her around, and tell her how she's supposed to exist now that he's no longer there to be a (subversive if loving) guiding hand.

But it was the promise of time (as represented by Ekko) healing old wounds, and the courage to feel, as she once had - a hopeful child with a hopeful future - that allowed Jinx to commit impetus to action.

Her blimp-ship in the climactic battle is a tribute to Isha - but also to the child in Jinx's own fractured psyche: Powder. She's letting both little girls have one last hurrah before she takes care of business - and cuts off the last oaths, duties and commitments that bind her to a past whose parameters she's outgrown.

Better still, she knows she's got the capacity to outgrow them.

That was the point of Jinx's arc with Isha, and why, no matter my misgivings on Isha's character herself, I found Jinx's trajectory towards a more nurturing and fun-loving figure more life-affirming and positive than the straightforward 'Daddy's Villain Goes Postal' shtick.

It's even why there's a minigame titled Jinx Fixes Everything. It's Jinx, struggling and stumbling, as she tries to rewrite her narrative, and finds in herself the capacity to do good.

To fix things that seem irreparably broken.

And to understand why she's reached this stage, we've got to let go of our tendency to project our own stuff onto Jinx (precious meow meow, unrepentant terrorist, manic pixie crazypants, edgy hot psycho) and acknowledge the purpose she plays in Arcane's thematic structure.

Jinx's character comes off as a death-seeker, and that's no shocker. She is hounded by terrible guilt and loss. She's got blood on her hands, and ghosts on her heels, and no matter what she does, she can't seem to be rid of them. Her inner mind's fractured, her mannerisms ooze pure chaos, and she seems a creature of pure feral impulse and no mercy.

That's the Jinx we're accustomed to seeing in S1 - except that's also both the front she's most likely to put on during that timeline, and the persona that is necessary for her to inhabit to survive, as Silco's daughter and his top enforcer.

Then Silco kicks the bucket, she symbolically fulfills his dream by shooting at the Council HQ, she accepts that she must inhabit this path of shadows and loneliness (as symbolized by her starkly decorated chair in the tea party scene), she accepts the fragmented push-and-pull between past and present, and...

And now what?

Silco's given her a semblance of direction for six years, and he's gone. Vi, the sister she'd hoped would return, and whom she'd hinged so many childishly idealized hopes on, is herself traumatized, and afraid of what her sister's become.

Jinx has her shadows and her loneliness. Jinx is traumatized. Jinx is suicidal.

But Jinx is still, whatever else, alive.

And all living things need connections.

That's why we as the audience enjoy her little found family dynamic with Isha and Sevika. It's Jinx, taking the first tentative steps to reach out to people beyond Silco and Vi, and realizing, wow, she enjoys the pay-off.

And all throughout S2, we see Jinx growing more and more comfortable in this newfound space - even jealously guarding it at the expense of Zaun's liberty, and Silco's wishes, because she can't bear to lose what she's found.

And what she finds empowers her enough that, when Warwick shows up, she's actually willing to reach out to Vi, and call upon their family connection, because Jinx is learning the value of bonds, not as baling hooks of guilt, but as buoys to carry her forward.

That's the story Jinx's relationships serve to tell in S2. Each one shapes the choice she makes in the finale. Until she learns to accept the past (Vi), to lay the monsters to rest (Silco and Vander/Warwick), forgive herself (Caitlyn) trust that time heals all wounds (Ekko), and hope for happier new beginning (Isha), she'll never trust herself enough to just seize the chance.

Jinx's culminating arc is not about death, much less self-erasure. It's about resurrection, and embracing the sublime chaos of a freed mind, and a lightened spirit. That's what she craves beyond simple death, and what her baptism by fire, blood and riverwater, has been about.

Each trial grinds her down into someone else. Someone new.

Someone closer to who she is meant to be, rather than who she's expected to be.

That's why she's so glad to make the sacrifice for Vi. She's not dying as an act of self-immolation. She's giving her sister - the one who's proven she'll never give up on her - the ultimate gift, and showing Vi that she deserves to live.

She needs Vi to live, so Jinx, the persona, can finally die.

"He (Silco) didn't make Jinx. You did."

She's basically saying, "I love you, I will always be with you, but you are no longer responsible for my actions. Please move forward with your life, and grant me the choice to do the same."

It's two sisters embracing everything they've meant to each other, acknowledging the pain weighing them down on both sides, and welcoming the new so they can each slough off old paradigms and live life as a whole person - or at least take steps to remembering what wholeness feels like.

That's the reason the show's final shots linger on the Hexgate tunnels, Jinx's monkey bomb, and the aircraft.

It's the show's way of reminding us that Jinx has ascended to a different version of her identity - one removed from the past that haunted her. It's Jinx, finally striking out alone, away from the sister whose memory she clung so desperately to, and who was, in turn, horrified by her hand in making Powder a monster (perceived guilt or real, fandom may debate ad nauseum) due to past mistakes and abandonment.

The ending of Arcane isn't tragic. It's deeply hopeful, and serves as a reminder that no matter how damaged you think you are, and no matter how monstrous the world finds you, there are still ways to come back to yourself - or to walk the path toward a new you.

Jinx is symbolized by crows. Jinx is shown with firelights emerging from her mouth. Jinx is depicted holding a torch like Janna ushering in the winds of change.

Thematically, Jinx is change.

And the best way she can embody that change is to write her story, and make it her own.

[thisisarobbery]

once again, blimps taking the fall for Big Rigid Airship. i know who you are, amtrak-official.

[passionpeachy]

Highlights from the Green Day concert at Austin

flames

that dancing guy in the gross ass bunny suit at the start of the show that they just REFUSE to clean

someone threw Billie Joe a Mexican flag and he posed with it (as a Mexican American I cheered VERY hard)

someone in the crowd gave him a big red hairbow and he wore it (I wish I had a picture)

more flames

me scream-singing and dancing to every single song so hard I didn't notice I lost an earring and it SHATTERED under my boot

Billie Joe pulling out a heart grenade that exploded into red streamers and my butch boyfriend caught one and tied it to my hair 💗 they also kept making sure I was hydrated throughout the show

The costume changes when they went from playing Dookie to American Idiot. ex: Mike Dirnt (bassist) taking off the orange jumpsuit from the Basket Case music video to reveal the more "modern" outfit under. I think that transition was cool considering how different these 2 eras are!

THE GIANT HEART GRENADE INFLATABLE????

the little Bad Year blimp from the album cover of Dookie flying over the crowd

my boyfriend buying me a tote bag at the merch table ^_^

When Billie told us to take out our phone flashlights to wave in the air (during Boulevard of Broken Dreams I think?) and said it was the only thing an iPhone is good for.... #ilovemyboomerdad

During Time of your Life (the last song), after Billie Joe told the crowd to put away their phones and to be “in the moment”, Tre Cool (drummer) runs out with a phone and circles him while filming LMAO

BONUS: this picture my boyfriend took of me while I was singing along to Fuck Off and Die

[do-you-ship-this-comic-ship]

propaganda:

The chemistry. the banter. Being a hacker and bisexual are too coolest things in 1995. The way years later Tim created an entire vr suit/world for Lonnie when he was fully paralyzed so they could team up to defeat DC's darkweb the Ünternet.

(second propaganda is very long so it goes beneath a read more)

Lonnie is the first vigilante peer Tim interacted with and a major part of Tim's first solo detective case before becoming Robin - their histories are connected inside and outside of the comics, as Lonnie was the third Robin that never was and Tim is the third Robin that was. Tim maintains the myth of the Bat and Lonnie works to render the need for it obsolete (despite admiring Batman to a degree) which makes for interesting contrast. Tim's been at least somewhat interested in talking to and understanding Lonnie since their first interaction despite their couple of clashes, offering to discuss Anarchist politics with him, and Lonnie is someone often misunderstood by the wider vigilante community. Their banter is fun when they're up against each other, and Tim arrives at the conclusion that they'd make a good team the second time they meet. Tim makes a few comments here and there about how Lonnie's motivations are right and how his heart's in the right place, proving a sympathy with his cause even if it chafes against Batman's. Later on, Tim saves Lonnie's life when he's about to die after getting trapped attached to a blimp set to explode. Tim saves Lonnie's life again when Lonnie's kidnapped by Ulysses Armstrong at the end of his Robin solo, beforehand starting to correspond with Lonnie to try to track him down and rescue him and then actually rescuing him with Ulysses makes Tim choose between apprehending him and saving Lonnie. Tim in Red Robin shows signs of liking Lonnie, teaming up with him, being very concerned about his well being, even calling him his "best friend" a few times, even if sarcastically. Lonnie uses the fact that Tim understands him and how he operates to convince Tim to let him deal with the Unternet. Tim defends Lonnie's character. There's a lot of potential for the two of them any way you slice it (because there is some rivalry, annoyance, mistrust present), but I think they're people who are both similar enough to each other and different enough from each other in ways that would challenge each other to reflect on aspects of themselves, and there's nothing Tim loves more than someone who challenges him. Lonnie's painfully lonely and often needs others to drag him back down from the clouds when his well-intentioned schemes get out of hand as well as thoughts that he's the only one who can actually save the world, and Tim tends to connect or connect well with others, working well with a team. Lonnie is someone who has big, alternative ideas about society and how to deal with societal issues and has the drive to get things done, which I think would be good for Tim who is so averse to becoming like Batman, and they make nice conversation partners. There's more I could say but this is already getting so long. TL;DR timlonnie sweep forever.

[captain039]

Heal your hurt

Viktor x reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, angst, health issues, mental health issues, light swearing, chubby reader, intimacy, smut, friends to lovers, reader has chronic pain

I just need to take care of Viktor and for him to take care of me xD

It’s a quiet day, rain gently pattering on the window of your shared apartment. Viktor’s been your roommate for three years now, but you’ve known him since you were little. You’ve always loved Viktor, lately though it just seems different, you catch yourself staring at him, watching the way his eyes scan over journals, notes and blueprints, watch the way his jaw sometimes clench’s a little to harshly, or his high cheek bones. Watching him slowly grow tired while you read on the bed making sure he doesn’t fall asleep at the desk, or how he makes his tea in the morning, his hair a mess his eyes barely open. It makes your cheek heat and your thighs clench. You want to throw yourself out the window some days at how bad it gets, you can’t help but wonder, let your mind wander to thoughts you shouldn’t be thinking about him, you imagine straddling him, making sure he’s comfortable before slowing sinking-

The door opening makes you startle, your book falls to the floor and you stare blankly before you register.

“Welcome home” you call to Viktor who just hums and heads to his desk lying his things down. He looks tired today more so than usual, his limp is worse than normal and you can see the tense lines in his jaw and brow.

“How was your day?” You ask. You know better than to ask if he’s ok, always being brushed off.

“Good” he answers simply sitting down resting his cane against the table, it wouldn’t be a talking day then. You sigh softly picking up your book and lying it on the table head in hand, elbow resting on the table as you look out the window, watching the rain fall.

“Did you have a good day?” Viktor’s voice comes and you look to him, he’s looking to you to which surprised you.

“It was boring” you shrug and he nods.

“Jayce says hello” he says and turns back to his desk.

“Tell him I say hi back” you say and he nods. You stand up deciding to take a shower instead of sitting, your hips protest and you swear you feel like someone just stabbed you in the tail bone. You want to curse but keep it in and awkwardly go to the bathroom. You run a bath, put in a few drops of oil and a scoop of bath salts, it’s your own damn fault for sitting in that chair too long. You want to slap yourself but don’t as you strip and struggle with your pants and socks. You sit on the toilet seat jaw clenching. Times like these you missed your mother, her helpful hand her warm words and caring touch, she made you feel less useless. You force your legs up and take off your socks one by one it takes you too long and you’re rushing to turn the taps off before you even get your pants off. You sigh shimmying your pants off before you settle in the bath with a small sigh of satisfaction. A temporary subdue of pain, you figured by now they’d invent something to stop this kind of thing, but no, we’re just inventing blimps and hextech. You sit in the bath eyes closed head resting on the small bath pillow that Viktor bought you. It’s… nice the small things he does, he’ll buy you a small gift you use every day like a new bookmark, a blanket or something you need, he’ll leave one of your jackets hanging by the door if it’s cold, he always knows how to make the best tea.

“Are you alive in there?” A gentle knock echos from the door and you open your eyes realising you were lost in thought.

“Yeah I’m alive” you call out hearing a soft rare chuckle from Viktor.

“Would you like a tea?” He asks and the thought of hot tea makes you smile.

“Yes please” you answer. Getting out the bath seems to harder than getting in, you feel ten times more heavy and drying your body feels like running a marathon. You struggle to your room, listen to the kettle boil as you take some pain meds and get dressed carefully. You leave your room and collapse on the couch ungracefully and sigh. You’ve never outright told Viktor of your problems, you figure he can see them even though you try to hide, sometimes it’s too much to hide, but you don’t want your burdens on him when he already has his own.

“Tea” Viktor says and hands you the cup. You thank him and sit up properly sipping the herbal drink with a small sigh.

“Viktor?” You ask as he sits at his desk and he hums back. You pause for a moment sighing and shaking your head.

“Sorry, don’t worry” you brush off picking up a book instead. You don’t see him falter and stop what he’s doing till you hear his voice.

“How is your book?” He asks.

“S, good” you hum.

“What’s it about?” He adds and you flick your eyes up seeing him writing something down.

“You don’t like my silly romance novels” you snort softly.

“Indulge me” he answers and something in your stomach flutters.

“I- ok. It’s about opposing kingdoms the Prince and the Princess must marry to form an alliance between each kingdom, they hate each other though and she’s been planning to murder him to get revenge for mother’s death. They’re forced to be together for appearance and she slowly finds out that it wasn’t in fact the prince that killed her mother but someone else, I think it was one of the kings assassins and the prince had no idea about it, anyway, she realised that the prince is not the evil master mind he appears to be, he’s a soft hearted gentlemen who cares for the people in secret and tries to save the kingdom from collapsing” you explain only half way through the book.

“Has either one confessed?” He asks.

“No, she’s still learning about her feelings but he’s head over heels just doesn’t want to push her” you shrug sipping your tea again and reading the page you were on.

“An enemies to lovers? Is that what you called it?” He comments and you smile to yourself.

“Yeah that’s what it’s called” you answer.

“With a slow…burn?” He tilts his head and your smile widens even if he can’t see it.

“Also correct” you let out a small giggle.

“I am slowly learning your… book language” you feel your stomach do a flip with butterflies at his words and you force yourself to stop smiling. You clear your throat and nod.

“Yeah, you’re doing good” you mumble focusing on finishing your tea and page.

Next part ->

[space-blue]

It's horrible too if Jinx lives!!

OK, I guess we're doing this?

People keep coming at me for my post about Jinx dying being terrible writing and promoting suicide by heroics as a valid way out, and the argument is always "Actually, Jinx is alive because XYZ"

So let me makes myself clear : if Jinx lives, it's also terrible writing!!

Because for all intent and purposes, she DOES DIE! Even if she's alive and fucked off in that blimp, she's still dead to everyone who knew and loved her.

WORSE! Vi will go on thinking for the rest of her life that Jinx died because of her, or at the very least that she couldn't save her.

It's not for no reason that Vi has this scene in the cell with Caitlyn, where she says she always choses wrong. In the scene on the crumbling metal beam, Vi choses not to listen to Jinx!

People got in my comments saying I have no humanity for reproving Vi picking "Vander's corpse" over Jinx. But what we see happen is Jinx telling Vi multiple time to get away and how to get to safety, and Vi completely ignoring her to interact with Vander/WW, only for him to wake up, attack her, and force Jinx to risk her life to save Vi.

Vi made a choice, between more time with Vander and listening to Jinx, and the price paid in the end is Jinx dying.

What if she lived and escaped? Vi doesn't know that! Ekko doesn't know that! Or Sevika! Or anyone!

Thought exercise time: close your eyes and imagine a relative disappearing for your life after a lethal accident you're involved in. You never recover a body and never see them again. How do you feel about it? Mmh?

"Oh but Caitlyn sees the schematics that show a side tunnel…"

Firstly, Caitlyn was nowhere near the event, and she can't frame-by-frame the explosion as we do, so you can hardly claim she's looking for Jinx and not, for example, the arcane gem, or Warwick.

Vander/WW was shown to be entirely impervious to the bullets from Jinx's automatic gun. If anyone has a chance of surviving, it'd be him.

But do you know what? If Jinx is in that blimp, and Caitlyn then tells Vi, "From the schematic, I think your sister could have escaped" (ignoring entirely the fact that Jinx should be cut in half by WW's claws wrapped around her waist), then what would happen???

That would send Vi on a wild goose's chase!! How many years would she spend hunting through Zaun trying to find her sister? How many years until she starts resenting Caitlyn for giving her false hope? How many years until she's forced to accept Jinx isn't anywhere, and so must have died back then, and has to see herself as Jinx's killer all over again??

How is this good for Vi?

And Ekko? He pulled her out of suicide what? 5 times? Had some epic bonding with her painting all over each other, doing self-care and hair dyes and fixing a balloon so they could go on a big attack together.

Maybe he thought he could genuinely finally be close to his world's Powder. Silco just taught him the greatest thing he can do is forgive, and the girl he forgives fakes her death and runs away?

They're barely 20 ffs, Jinx would have plenty of time to struggle on the road to recovery, especially with his help. What if Ekko was ready to be there along the way with her? What about him?

How is it good if Jinx is NOT dead but has NOT told him? What difference does it make to him? She's dead for Ekko, and if he learns later on that she faked her death, all he'll know is that HE wasn't worth her staying. He wasn't even worth telling the truth to!!!

It's fucked! It's not healthy!! Jinx could have her ending removing herself from Zaun without having to fake her death.

But hang on, it gets worse!

Because it's straight up not good writing even on the meta level.

Arcane has millions of viewers. Nobody I know IRL thinks Jinx is alive. Plenty of people in my notes agree she's dead. Do you know what millions of people think? That she is dead!!! Because it's the TEXT OF THE SHOW.

Millions of fans will think Jinx was killed off, because they aren't willing to go frame by frame, extrapolating and make-believing their way into thinking she is alive. Most fans are normal people who aren't terminally online, theorycrafting all day long.

Most normal fans have moved on to watch Dune Prophecy or Sweetpea. And if Jinx comes out alive in another show, the "Somehow Palpatine Jinx returned" memes will abound.

Let's go over the common elements brought forth as arguments.

Jinx uses pink and blue in that bomb, and pink is how she gets away "quick".

No? The bomb she attached to Thieram in season 1 was pink and it was all for glitter and harassment. There is no strong canon association of meaning. If you watch frame by frame, there is a pink "light gleam" over the first blue detonation followed by a very large pink blast and ZERO smoke trails or anything indication someone getting away. Jinx uses the same bomb she used to kill herself very effectively earlier in the show, so we have no indication it wouldn't kill her here too.

We can see the inside of her bomb when she kills herself (with the two liquid vials) and it's the same she uses on Vander/WW and herself.

Besides, even if she used some part of the explosion to get away, WW's claws are around her like this:

She'd be bisected in half.

So some people say that means that Warwick is also alive and let her go! But no. That's make-believe. That's fanon, 100%. The TEXT of the show is that Vander is burnt away (we see the final image of himself burning up) and he has just attacked Vi, trying to kill her. We have no indication he'd want to spare Jinx here.

HOWEVER, he's literally bullet proof, so if there's anything we can conclude is that he's likely to be the one to have made it into a shaft and to safety.

Speaking of shafts: the next argument is that Caitlyn is looking at the tower's schematics to hint that she suspects Jinx lives.

Maybe, but you are reading a character's mind. We see her look at schematics while holding the monkey bomb head, yes, but you don't know what she's thinking, and if the show runners don't make it explicit, then Cait's thoughts about an explosion she hasn't even witnessed aren't worth much. She could think Warwick lived. OR she could think, despite not witnessing the fight, that Jinx lived. But she doesn't KNOW, she doesn't tell us, and so you are INVENTING the thoughts of a character to mean what you want it to mean.

This would be a lot more meaningful if it were Vi investigating this.

There's a blimp going away, it has blue smoke, and then it ends with a Jinx glitch.

No. There is a blimp going away, slowly, without any blue smoke. It's also THE EXACT SAME ONE that opens Season 1 act 1.

Instead of coming towards Piltover, it now is leaving over the sea. This can be fully interpreted as a sign that the hextech era is over. Blimps have to travel the old fashioned way again. It's also going away from Piltover/Zaun, symbolizing future stories taking place there.

Finally, the glitch is 3 frames long and spells "the End". IDK why the fact that it's a little Jinxy means anything to anyone. The end of credits for season 1 was Jinxy as well, and it could simply be about keeping the same visual identity and not a sign of Jinx being alive???

If I wanted to play subtext games, I could say "Wow Jinx writing "the end" would be appropriate if she were dead" and reverse the argument.

Finally, and the thing in most poor taste, IMO.

Jinx kills herself several times in the opening of the episode, and a sad emo song plays over it, with sad fucked up lyrics. Then Ekko comes and pulls her from this…

Only for that EXACT same song to be played while she and Vander/WW fall. They are both crying. Vi is crying and screaming while these lyrics are playing!!

If I could just lay my head down and rest. If there was nothing to fight or protect. Maybe then I could finally be free. Maybe death is like falling asleep. This world is a wasteland where nothing can grow. I used to have strength but I ran out of hope. I know it's my fault that I'm here all alone. This world is a wasteland. Please let me go. Go, go, go. Please let me go.

This is literally singing about suicide. When you say "Maybe death is like falling asleep" over the animation of a character pulling the pin, you are not dealing in subtext or metaphor of any kind.

One of the earlier shots literally has her framed in broken glass among shards that are WARWICK'S MAW. It's like a hint of her death being killed by him, furthering the parallel.

And I think it is in very bad taste to have suicide apologia music playing over characters screaming and bawling (Vi)

while others cry (Jinx and WW)

and a bomb goes off (with no hint of survival),

only for some of y'all to come around acting like Cait glowering at a blueprint and a recuring blimp all means Jinx is alive...

It would be grief porn on the part of the writers. It would mean slamming us in our feelings in a brutal way, in an ugly way, while playing a suicide song, only to turn around and say "Syke! didn't you get that Cait is suspicious about Jinx so it totally means it was all a fakeout?"

I don't want a fake-out at this point!! Why would I?? It's legit worse! Because then it means they couldn't spare 5min of animation time to have her rescued by Ekko and being on the mend with him. Even if she has a scene where she tells him "I need to leave. I can't stay in this city), at least it wouldn't be a cruel joke on the fans and the characters.

This entire ending means that either Jinx was better off dying taking out the mad monster made out of her dad with her (making her the ultimate dad killer, yay), or Jinx was better off removing herself from the equation SO THOROUGHLY that MOST fans believe it, everyone in world believe it, and the show offers no concrete textual clue for it.

It means Jinx didn't deserve/or wasn't able to get better. And so she has to die or do the exact-same-as-dying but kind of more fucked up somehow.

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ULTIMATELY the message to impressionable viewers who struggle a lot with mental health and identified a lot with Jinx, are being told with soft sad music that yeah maybe dying is like going to sleep and your family should let you go, go, go, and that "leaving everything and everyone behind" is about the same.

It's fucked, and it saddens me that people are so focused on the "she lived" narrative that they miss out the fact that a hint she may be alive doesn't change the messaging.

And it saddens me knowing that if Viktor's arc ended with him being validated in feeling like his human body was "broken" and "inferior" and that his disability made him lesser as a human, people would have pitchforks and torches out.

Jinx's mental illness and struggles in interacting with the world were her disability, and she got fucking killed or wiped off the city incognito for it.

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P.S: If you're warming up to post hate in comments or tags because you don't like my take and don't know how to politely disagree, please save us both time and block me. I'm open to polite discourse but the next person questioning my humanity over fandom wank will be nuked from orbit with prejudice.

[weightgainworld]

Humiliating the food blimp

Come here little piggy, I am not done humiliating you yet. Just look at home much you jiggle as you walk up to me. Is all that belly flab from your midnight binges and fast food runs? Maybe it's from you sucking down sugar drinks and your addiction to snacking. Either way, something destroyed that skinny body you had. Now you are the definition of an overfed blown-up hog. Aren't you embarrassed that you went up another clothing size this year? You have piles of old clothes that barely go over your fat tits much less that bulging food receptacle of a gut. It's so sad you got addicted to eating. Your body has these mean dark stretchmarks all over you. This wasn't from accidentally putting on a few pounds. No these are from viciously forcing excess calories down your throat. I wonder how many times you felt too full but just kept eating. At this point, it's starting to become every meal. You just can't help yourself, feeling like a food blimp feels top good, doesn't it? You shouldn't ever stop anyways. You know you can't go back to the old you. You know you can't stop yourself from thinking about how much fatter you could be. You tried your best at 200 pounds to stop. You told yourself 300 pounds should be enough, but you are still gorging yourself stupid till you are breathing heavily. You don't belong in a gym fatass, you belong in a buffet eating till your pants give out. By the way, you should really throw away that pointless scale. You can't even see the numbers properly past that flabby stomach, can you. Even if you could, it will keep saying the same thing over and over, error. If it doesn't, then you got some eating to do don't you porker.

[nortsauce]

I see a lot of discussion on how Phoenix tried to contact Miles throughout the years as he claimed:

With the only canon and confirmed way it reached Miles was through a coded message on the radio.

Letters? Unconfirmed. Emails? Nada.

So i raise you all:

Phoenix is batshit insane and has tried everything from messages in the sky to full on hot air balloons and blimps.

He’s had TV ad’s and billboards and posters and alien crop circles you name it.

How does a middle?school-aged to college-aged kid afford all of this? He didn’t. He’s just really good at making friends in high places.

He “stopped” around the time of the Dahlia trial, but forgot that these things just kinda stay around for a while so one day they run into a street ad way into the future and they all have a good laugh over it.

and later when honest-to-god alien’s contact them, they’ll ask who “Miles Edgeworth” is and why some entity named “Phoenix Wright” was looking for him.

Phoenix will have a lot of questions to answer.

[ecoterrorist-katara]

Katara would’ve been such a good diplomat (it’s canon)

everyone rightfully hates on the ATLA comics because the politics are baffling and the characterization is even more so…but if there’s one thing we can take away from the dumpster fire that is The Promise, it’s that Katara was BORN to be a diplomat and an international force for peace, okay? Especially since her besties, the Avatar and the Fire Lord, aren’t actually very good at this.

If you haven’t read The Promise, the Wikipedia summary is pretty good. The TL;DR is that Zuko and Kuei agree that the Fire Nation colonies need to be returned to the Earth Kingdom. The colony of Yu Dao is not happy about this because the people of the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom have been mixing together (under inequitable conditions) for more than a hundred years and “just kick out the Fire Nation” is not as straightforward as it seems, since there are blended families now. Zuko refuses to kick out the Fire Nation people from Yu Dao, Kuei wants to play hardball, and they almost launch another war. Oh and there’s a weird plot about Aang debating whether to put Zuko down like a rabid dog

For all that the Wiki page does a good job of summarizing the events, it forgets some key facts: 

It’s Katara who first starts thinking about new solutions after witnessing the situation on the ground, and then comes up with the idea that Zuko and Kuei should meet and talk about the colonies:

It’s Katara who tells Kuei that Zuko has legitimate concerns (without saying that Zuko is right), when Aang tries to hedge and sugarcoat the truth: 

And it’s Katara who says to Kuei, wait, what the hell do you mean that you have no idea what your people want, that Yu Dao is just a dot on the map for you? We’re getting you out of this stupid blimp and you’re gonna talk to people before you make a decision that affects their lives, you coward

To recap, Katara demonstrates some pretty freaking key political skills, like: 

finding out what people want before making a decision for them 

seeing people as people first and foremost, not as fire nation or earth kingdom 

encouraging her loved ones, the Avatar and the Fire Lord, to resolve a conflict by beginning negotiations instead of brawling like a couple of drunks at a bar / kids on the playground (both analogies fit btw, 13-17 is a weird combination of ages)  

realistically reporting tricky disagreements without sweeping them under the rug

kidnapping a king to the middle of a battlefield to give him a reality check about listening to the people he’s trying to rule

Anyway, Katara is hyper competent at both war AND peace! We see this in the show, with her compassion for the prisoners of the Earth Kingdom (by inciting a prison riot) and the suffering people of the Fire Nation (by committing ecoterrorism), only now that compassion is backed up not only by her fighting prowess and speeches about hope, but actual ability to manipulate the levers of power. 

And have I mentioned that she has the ears of both the Avatar and the Fire Lord and her dad is Chief of the Southern Water Tribe? Even if Katara didn’t get a diplomat position based on her skills, or her status as a war hero, she could nepo baby her way in. The fact that she does not pick up a career in international diplomacy is a crime & a colossal oversight from the creators. At minimum you know Katara would’ve established Healers Without Borders or something. She deserves to be yelling at people at ATLA UN and then drafting world-changing resolutions. 

And as a bonus, Katara demonstrates her gift for diplomacy by not smacking Zuko up the head for attempting to legitimize colonization through the argument of economic progress…

…and by not smacking Aang up the head for seriously considering anti-miscegenation as a viable political solution: 

This patience is a new development because show!Katara did not have this in her, but maybe this is what growing up is all about and not just yet another strike on the “comics are wildly OOC” tally

TL;DR: ATLA boys lost their brain cells post-canon. All hail Katara, Sugar Queen of international diplomacy. 

[justsescape]

"Hey, let's stop here for the night. My feet can't take any more walking!"

The forest gave way to a small clearing. Logs circled a modest fire pit that, judging by its charcoal black appearance, had seen a great many passersby. Overhead, the imminent sundown supported the canopy's efforts to leave the two of you stumbling through shadows. Perhaps stopping here would be a good idea.

"Of course it's a good idea. It's my idea!" Asuka grunted as she shoved a log further away from the pit until it was practically orbiting the rest of the circle like a distant moon. She tossed her backpack to the ground, kicked her shoes off, and slumped across her new seat with a heavy sigh. The solitude blanketed her.

For Asuka, privacy had become a scarcer and most precious commodity. She was doggedly followed by that which was real and that which was imagined. A clandestine organization run aground by hubris, real; a pool spray of reporters at her door and their unrelenting questions, real; going on a hike overseas just to have somewhere else to run, real; the anxieties of words unsaid and actions undone, imagined -- and yet equally as real as the rest. The resulting destruction on her psyche was as loud as a bomb, and all she could do was try to remain afloat in the wake of the shipwreck. Years were frittered away treading water.

To finally hear the chirping crickets -- and nothing but -- was a sublime pleasure. Asuka wiggled her toes against the topsoil.

"Hurry it up, will you? It's getting dark."

The branches stood conically in the middle of the pit. Assembling a campfire was just one of many labors that Asuka habitually delegated to you. But dropping a lit match into your handiwork and stoking the blossoming flames -- and seeing her bright, illuminated smile over your shoulder -- oh, how worth it this was.

"At least you're useful for stuff like this," she said with crossed arms, the word thanks having slithered out of her dictionary shortly before getting crushed underfoot like a worm. "Now with all this space, it should be a little easier to take this off..."

Compression bras were the last restraint NERV had on Asuka's life, but she was better off leaving this one link intact. To most people, she only barely crested over into the range of C cups. No one else knew the extent of her prodigious -- no, surreal -- bust growth outside of Misato and other key engineering personnel. She hadn't spoken to any of them in years. Now you would be the keeper of secrets.

Asuka shed her plain t-shirt and reached her hands over her shoulders, her back arching in a catlike stretch. The compression bra that wrapped around her torso was, fittingly, a very bold shade of red. Its clasp came undone almost immediately. The straps slinked down her shoulders and the cups fell lazily form her bust.

"Step back!"

Asuka's breasts swelled quickly as if they were balloons being inflated by air. They didn't droop down her figure -- like you had anticipated -- or pool out over her thighs. No, they extended and expanded like blimps, rotund and long, with two pink and impressively round nipples at the bow. Only a few moments passed before they had grown to proportions that could easily plug up the sliding doors in front of a grocery store.

"MmmmnNNNNnnff!" Asuka's hands gripped the log underneath her like she was bracing for a sudden drop. Her gyrating hips spoke of a much more intimate feeling. "MmmMMMMnnngh!"

Boobs lurched across the brush until they began to coagulate against the logs nearest to the campfire. Her skin gently folded over itself against them like fresh batter. Nipples erected and lengthened toward the flames in an attempt to warm themselves; they wept milk in lazy spurts, soaking the grass with shallow pools that evaporated in the heat. The humid, balmy scent of her product enveloped you. When their march finally came to a close, her breasts were as tall as her standing height and more than twice as long. Asuka stared into a wall of deep, dark cleavage.

"It's a... haaah~... good thing I... hfffff... pushed the log away first!" Asuka raised an arm to wipe the sweat gluing her bangs to her forehead. "Not that you were of any help with that part..."

Her breasts had little desire to make small talk with pitiful bras; hers was lost somewhere beneath her cartoonishly huge chest as a statement to all others that might challenge her sheer size. Milk, in beads and drops, slithered down her lissome legs and sunk into the dirt under her feet.

You dutifully offered her a washcloth.

"Don't bother," Asuka muttered, swatting your hand away. "It's not like this is your carpet. It'll all dry up by tomorrow morning."

You settled for wiping the milk from her legs yourself. The washcloth glided up and down her shapely limbs; in another life, perhaps she could have walked a runway or taken to an ice rink. Not that her car-sized breasts would have allowed such things. You knelt in their shadow like you were bowing before their towering might.

But kneeling like this beside Asuka, you had never felt more like her subordinate -- a feeling that overtook your face with a blistering heat.

Asuka's eyes steered clear of your own. Her reddened cheeks shared in your embarrassment. "Honestly, you're... you're hopeless."

The joy in her heart didn't make its way to her tongue, but it did make its way to her feet. Her toes wiggled in the puddle of milk below her like she was passing a lazy afternoon poolside.

For a moment, things were uncomfortably quiet.

"Hey, listen to me. Don't let this go to your head, okay?"

Asuka's upturned eyes glistened with tears. Her flattened lips hadn't yet decided whether there was happiness or sadness behind them. Hands desperately clung to your sleeve, but they didn't have to pull you down. You eagerly sat beside her. Your knees indented into the back of her sizable chest.

Asuka took a shuddering breath.

"Listen... I'm glad you brought me here, and... I'm really glad you are with me."

Whatever monologue she had prepared didn't survive; her defenses rose taller than the trees surrounding. As tense as she was, her words would never find safe passage.

"Mmmngh... n-nevermind! D-don't... don't say anything!"

The campfire dwindled into kindling. So did her irritation. She found herself just the perfect spot to plant a kiss on your neck. Her oversized breast heaved itself against you, soft and weighty and gelatinous all at once. There could never be lip-to-lip contact without her bust interjecting. These interruptions, though, were most tolerable.

Asuka didn't retract herself. Instead, she leaned further into you, her boob bulging over your lap like a shoring ocean wave. Her breath warmed your collarbone. The heat was unmistakable. It was as if the campfire had never gone out.

The embers gave their last gasps amidst the gathering dark. Even the stars themselves hid away behind the forest's canopy, leaving the glowing moon all by its lonesome. Nature had enough sense to draw the curtains.

"Now don't move, you moron." Asuka yawned as she gently squirmed against you. "I've just gotten comfortable, so you better stay right where you are. Understand?"

Understood. You wouldn't dream of it.

[fluffybutt-7]

What's the thing you enjoy the most from your body of your actual weight??

Also if you want to answer. Any comments on you gains or weight gain from family or friends??

BTW that body is... 🤤🤤🤤

🙈🥰😈

Ohhhhhhmygod. Everything. The softness, the way my fingers just sink into my body wherever I press them. The heaviness… how much I spread out on the couch or in bed. How it feels to walk - like a big, wobbly blimp, or like you have sacks of pudding strapped to you… how fat my face has gotten, from a sharp jawline to a round, plush face. Hearing my floorboards creak (they’re old, but still haha). I love it all. Ever since I was a kid I wanted to be fat, I dunno why. So every moment I’m fat and getting fatter… it’s just a dream come true 🥰🙈🤤🐷

Yeahhh not much comments these days, honestly. If I do get them it’s from my mom - she mainly worries about my joints, but also got super into the diet crazes of the 90s and is quite fatphobic. She hasn’t made comments about my body in a long time, but that took me finally standing up for myself to happen. Friends? It’s a mixed bag. Most are quite playful about it which I LOVE. I’m open about being a gainer and furry and such offline as well, and I’ve had coworkers pat my belly or friends offer their extras. When I was in college and gained 100lbs my freshman year (super fucking fun, loooved that), one of my music friends said that I got a Buddha belly and rubbed it for good luck - I 100% got a boner and had to try to hide it as we finished rehearsal. 😅🙈🥴

It was scary to be open about everything, but… what came after has been so wholesome and fulfilling and despite everything that’s happened the last few years I’m so happy with this little life of mine. 💖 Thank you for reaching out and being a part of it :3

[theyapper0]

PART THREE OF "FINALE"

He whipped his head around, eyes darting around the battlefield to find-!

Charlie was whizzing around, moving so fast it was hard to even see anything but a white blur or hear nothing but the manic laughter over the screams and cries of fallen soldiers. 

She seemed to be their best bet on surviving long enough to go head to head with Adam.

And it seemed there was only one way to get her attention. 

It needed to be big. It needed to be grand. It needed to be DISASTROUS! 

And Pretentious is nothing if not a showman. 

Pretentious still kisses Cherri in that passionate fit of boldness that could only be mustered up when faced with the knowledge that one will never get the chance to again. He KNEW this stunt was going to kill him, he KNOWS that. 

But he was doing despite it, he knew he had to. 

Pretentious and his egg goons load up into his war blimp.

As he readied the machine, countless things flashed through his mind. He understood these were his final moments, his final moments as alive as he could be in Hell. He lived a good enough life when he was alive and he certainly lived something in his time in damnation. 

He stared down at his prosthetic hands, he created them within the first few years of arriving in He- within the first few years after dying. He needed to, his new form gave him a forked tongue and no limbs save for a long, slithering body, he needed to make something in order to survive here. 

Pretentious spent years at the bottom, it was a never-ending blast to his ego but he did enough to keep himself alive.

Pretentious was glad the Vee’s had threatened him into staying at the hotel. It was far from glamorous and he had lost count on all the bed bug bites he's gotten in this time but he was glad he got to spend a year here. 

At first, he wasn’t so sure the people at the hotel were as sick and crazy as everyone seemed to think, but after living in such quarters with them this time, he realized it was true. 

But it was a good thing. Who else could have enough gall to go against Heaven?

Pretentious was a coward, a weak coward but… He wanted to be strong. He wanted to be strong enough to help his… friends. 

After this, he wouldn’t be able to ever again because he’ll be…

200 years was a long time in the underworld anyway. 

He supposed he’s lived long enough. 

Sir Pretentious’ war blimp roars with vigor as he pushes it to its limits in ways he’s never done before! His hands, hands that used to not be his own, hands that he had crafted himself, shook with fear and dread but those feelings were overwhelmed with an intensity, with power! With pride! WITH CONFIDENCE! 

He wasn’t going to run away! He was going to help! He was going to fight! HE WAS GOING TO-!!

BOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pretentious’ blimp crashes into Adam in a fiery explosion. 

The huge detonation rumbled and shook the ground, sending fire, ash and chunks of pavements to be uprooted and spewed from the accident. 

The damages were astronomical! The hotel was in ruins, their HOME was in ruins. There was nothing but fire, and screaming and blood, so, so much blood. 

Sinners and angels were fleeing the danger zone as fast as they could, the battle will continue, just not there! 

Pretentious couldn’t have survived, no one could. He was-

The fulmination managed to snap Charlie out of her murderous haze long enough to gaze upon the blaze.

What..? What happened over there? Where was-

“PRETENTIOUS!!!” She heard Angel bellowed out from somewhere. Or maybe it was Husk? Where was Alastor? Was Vaggie alright?

What had happened to Pretentious?

Charlie stayed standing tall amongst the rushing battlefield, her head cranked towards the blaze of fire that just kept on growing.

Adam walked out of the fire with not a scratch on him.

Then Charlie realized what happened.

She howled out at the top of her lungs, her voice rumbling in her chest and scraping against her throat, “ADAM!!!!”

Charlie's body cracked and shifted and contorted into something unlike her usual form, into something demonic and unnatural and so TRUE to her reason of creation-

She sped through the uneven ground leaped over rubble and stepped on ANYBODY IN HER WAY. SHE WAS FRANTIC, CHARGING ON HER HANDS AND FEET LIKE A WILD ANIMAL, LIKE A DEMON!! 

ADAM WAS HER’S! SHE WAS GOING TO KILL HIM! SHE WILL KILL HIM AND THEN EVERY SINGLE ANGEL WHO EVER THOUGHT THEY WERE STRONG ENOUGH TO DEFEAT HER! 

The apathetic brawl between Vaggie and Lute continued on in spite of the explosion. 

Neither cared about the blaze, it didn’t matter if it was hot or if the heat of the fire burned so brightly that it made their eyes water. NOTHING mattered except defeating the other.  

It was what they needed to do! This was THEIR battle and NO ONE was going to stop them.

Lute was a monster, Vaggie thought! She was an idiot for thinking Heaven was right! And Vaggie, Vaggie was no fool, she knew the TRUTH! Heaven was nothing but the hand that struck Hell, that struck SINNERS! A sword with a finely sharpened tip, a sword just like Lute’s!

Lute stood for everything that was Heaven! In the 3 years since that fateful Extermination, everytime Vaggie thought of Heaven, she could only see Lute’s face. It bubbled a deep, disgusting ANGER within her. Heaven was WRONG and VILE.

Lute: Heaven was your home, you were sworn to protect it, how could you throw it all away!?

Vaggie: Throw it all away?! YOU were the one who left me here to DIE! 

Lute: You had a job to do and you failed, it left me with no choice. You were the one who disobeyed direct orders 

They continue fighting. 

NO! Lute spoke the truth but it was wrong. It shouldn’t have been an order from Heaven! What are they doing, what were they THINKING?! To kill humans- mortal souls just because they’re Sinners, it’s WRONG!

The two bash their weapons against each other, Lute tried to slash down at Vaggie while Vaggie blocking the move with the arm of her spear. They grunted as they pushed against the other’s strength

Vaggie: What’s WRONG with you, Lute!? Open your eyes!! These Sinners, they’re humans just like the Winners up in Heaven! Doesn’t that mean anything to you?!

Lute: It doesn’t! These SINNERS made their choice once they sinned to land here in this DISGUSTING place

Vaggie loses her strength for a moment and Lute takes the opportunity to inch her face closer to her’s, “And you’re just as repulsive if you actually care about any of them”

Lute tears Vaggie’s eyepatch off her face! “I should have just killed you that day.”

Vaggie leaps back! She’s clutching the left side of her face, covering her left eye.

“You…” Vaggie begins, feeling vulnerable and naked, her face flushed, “YOU SHOULD'VE! WHY DIDN’T YOU!? I WAS BETTER OFF DEAD! I AM BETTER OFF DEAD! DIDN’T YOU WANT TO KILL ME THEN? DON’T YOU WANT TO KILL ME NOW!?” 

Lute stared at her for a moment, almost like she was caught off guard by the outburst, she said nothing. 

Lute charged forward in attack

Vaggie charged as well.

Charlie stampeded towards Adam, who only just barely managed to brace himself for the impact. He caught her by the horns but the sheer force she transmitted hurtling towards him made him dig his feet into the ground, pushing him back several hundred feet.

In the back of Charlie’s mind, the small part of her that was rational, the part of her that she was not using at the moment, she would have said something about how she was tired of Heaven believing they could walk over Hell. How the Sinners Hell, despite being in damnation, should not be the victim of Heaven’s wrath for all eternity, especially if they are undeserving of such. 

But Charlie had thrown all caution to the wind, she didn’t CARE. The thrill of maiming, of slicing through person after person like it was NOTHING, of feeling the hot blood splatter on her skin, her face, in her MOUTH, she MISSED this feeling. It was wrong, so so so so wrong but she couldn’t stop herself, she didn’t WANT to stop herself. And it needed to be done, they were fighting Heaven, this needed to happen. She could always stop tomorrow. 

She could control herself.

Adam and Charlie were going head to head, toe to toe, their attacks happening faster than the naked eye could process, all that was seen were the flying off limbs moving so fast that they were nothing but quick blurs darting around the battlefield.

Adam: Charlotte! You’re really going to risk your life for these Sinners!? You can't win this!

Charlie: YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M CAPABLE OF! 

Charlie: ONCE YOU’RE DEAD, I’M GOING TO FINISH KILLING THE REST OF THE ANGELS THAT I HAVEN’T GOTTEN TO YET!!!!!

How DARE Adam believe she wasn’t strong enough to defeat him?! HE HAS NO IDEA OF HER POWER! OF HER STRENGTH, OF HER SKILL! SHE’LL KILL HIM TO MAKE HIM UNDERSTAND!

Both Adama and Charlie have thrown all their principles to the wind. To Adam, there was no more reasoning with Hell, he has seen what Sinners are capable of. He knows they’re capable of  great bad but… he also has seen them be capable of empathy and being good. 

But that didn’t matter, the Morningstars were nothing but a CURSE on the afterlife! Lucifer had ruined his life and his heir was on her way to do the same, he WON’T let that happen! EVEN IF HE MUST KILL HER! 

And Charlie, this no longer was about fighting for Sinners. This was merely about FIGHTING. It was the selfish, despicable desire inside her that she was finally giving into, a desire to HURT that she hasn’t fed in 10 years, ever since she promised herself she would never harm anyone again…

It felt GOOD to let go, to give in and not fight against every cell in her being! AND SHE WAS GOING TO MAKE SURE TO KEEP THIS FEELING FOR AS LONG AS SHE COULD! FUCK IT!!!

Neither of them were going to accept defeat, accept compromise, accept EACH OTHER, they were both too blinded by their own past.

Charlie and Adam were done with the pleasantries.

Adam: I've tried for MONTHS to reason with you! I thought you were different from Lucifer, I thought MAYBE- just MAYBE that we could come to some sort of agreement because I BELIEVED in you! 

Adam: I wanted all this fighting to end just as much as you did! 

They continue fighting as Adam shouts, “But I've realized something! You don't care about this cause! You only care about the chaos that erupts from it! BECAUSE YOUR NATURE IS JUST LIKE THAT OF THE DEVIL! YOU CRAVE THE GLEE YOU GET FROM SEEING HEAVEN IN RUINS!

Charlie growled, “You pretentious FUCK! YOU THINK YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WHO CARES ABOUT THE EXTERMINATIONS!? 

Charlie: I’VE HAD TO GIVE INTO WAR FOR WHAT?! FOR HEAVEN TO TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY!? I’M FUCKING TIRED, ADAM! 

Adam: We could kill each other now and it wouldn’t change a thing! There will still be overpopulation in Hell because of humanity’s sin!

Charlie ROARED with all her might, supersonic waves erupted from her jaws! 

Adam shields himself from the force that she exerted, it threatened to rupture his eardrums but it did nothing to dissuade him because Charlotte had the power of shapeshifting, she had the power to sprout horns from the top of her head, to make her teeth sharper than anything he's ever seen before, to make her hands into claws just like Lucifer. 

And Charlotte also had the power of turning her voice into a weapon.

JUST LIKE LI-

Adam: AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF THE MORNINGSTAR!

He was blaming HER for all this.

Charlie saw red.

Vaggie and Lute were still fighting, ignorant to the rest of the brutal slaughter happening all around them.

Lute: Look at you! PITIFUL AND SINFUL to care for such scum! To fight against Heaven- I should strike you down now, you’re wasting my time!

Vaggie: THEN DO IT! DO IT BEFORE I KILL YOU FIRST!

Their attacks have been growing noticeably sloppier with each passing second, with every word that they spit at each other that holds no true weight.

Why hasn’t this fight ended yet? Vaggie and Lute, despite being matched in just about every aspect, surely one of them should have come out on top by now? Why hasn’t it..?

Why are they still fighting? Why didn’t the other just DIE already? Or lose, or ANYTHING!?

Lute consciously ignored Vaggie’s response, “And all of this for what? For a DEMON? For the HEIR OF HELL?!”

Vaggie stared at her as Lute continued to yell, “Aren’t you tired of Hell!? Of the Sinners and the fire and the suffering!? Didn’t you ever want to come back to Heaven in the years you’ve been here!? Didn’t you ever want to come back!? DIDN’T YOU EVER WANT TO COME BACK TO M-!

Lute cut herself off, clutching her face before lunging her sword forward, “AUUGH!”

Vaggie dodged it and slashed Lute across the chest, causing her to take a few steps back. 

Vaggie: Did you ever even THINK about me!? Did I even CROSS YOUR MIND in all this time!? You LEFT me here! You left me to fend for myself, broken, damaged and DYING! You wanted me to DIE!

Lute: IF I WANTED YOU TO DIE, I WOULD’VE DONE IT!

There was a pause on Vaggie's end, processing exactly what Lute's words meant. 

It was enough time for Lute to attack her, thrusting her sword into her stomach

“AUUGH!” Vaggie screeched in pain

They slashed at each other, dealing more and more damage to their enemy. They could keep fighting, they could keep going, it was all just about who could stay standing the longest despite how much blood they were losing.

If Lute wanted Vaggie to die, she would have done it… Those words continued to repeat in her head endlessly through their battle. The confession sunk its claws into her brain and made itself home, an invader. 

If she wanted her to die, she would have done it. Vaggie would be dead if Lute wanted her to be. If she wanted her dead, she would have done it. If she wanted her to die, she would be. 

AUGH! Why did Lute need to be like this!? Why did she need to be like HER!? WHY DID SHE NEED TO BE?!

Vaggie screamed, a new surge of energy swelled inside her! She went forward striking and slashing with intense vigor, bombarding Lute with her attacks, with her POWER!

Vaggie SLICED LUTE’S ARM OFF! 

Lute howled in pain, her sword claddering on the ground as she clutched her arm- where her arm was. 

Lute: AAAAUUUGGGGHHH!!!! 

But Vaggie wasn’t finished yet, she used her fists to continue thrashing Lute, not giving her a moment to breathe, think or stop her. VAGGIE WAS GOING TO WIN.

She knocked Lute to the ground, her hat flying off her head as she did.

Lute looked up at her.

Charlie was going to kill Adam. SHE WAS GOING TO KILL HIM! 

SHE’LL MAKE AN EXAMPLE OUT OF HIM! AN EXAMPLE FOR ALL OF HEAVEN TO SEE! LET THEM KNOW WHAT HAPPENED WHEN YOU TRY AND GET IN THE WAY OF THE HEIR TO HELL!

Charlie was absolutely decimating Adam. Adam was strong, he was the First Man after all, but he was no match for the pure, unbridled rage and power that came from the spawn of the Devil.

A hellspawn that was created with the sole purpose for ruling Hell, of creating and destroying and creating again eternal damnation, of ensuring every poor soul that ended up here would suffer for the rest of their immortal life. 

Adam flew about the battlefield, bouncing from post to post in an effort to get the demon off his tail long enough to collect himself! But he can’t! She’s too fast! He can’t get a moment alone! She’s always RIGHT THERE! GET AWAY!

This chase continues for a while, everytime Adam stops, they fight and attack each other, both getting in a few hits before Adam flees again and it continues.

But Charlie doesn’t care, in her eyes, he was already dead. He was simply PREVENTING THE INEVITABLE!

After another chase and catch, instead of flying across the land, Adam flew UP into the sky.

But Charlie was quicker, sinking her claws into his robes and clinging onto him as he flew up and up and up into the blood red sky of Hell. They flew so high in such a fast amount of time that before she even knew it, the Hotel and the entire battle was nothing but tiny little specks down below. 

The entire flight up, Adam and Charlie were still beating each other up, throwing punches, scratching, using their powers to BLAST the other away from them!

Charlie didn’t care about the height! She didn’t care that she couldn’t see the ground! She didn’t care about any of it! ALL SHE CARED ABOUT WAS ENDING ADAM’S LIFE! THIS NEEDED TO HAPPEN! IT WAS THE ONLY WAY!

Adam managed to knock Charlie off him with a powerful blast!

She stared up at him as she fell, he stayed flying in the air, watching her descent eagerly until she hit the ground. 

DID HE REALLY THINK SHE WOULD DIE THAT EASILY?

Charlie shapeshifted into an eagle and SOARED BACK TOWARDS HIM! She slashed at his cheek with her talons as she passed him!

Charlie cackled with a voice that felt both foreign and nostalgic as she turned into a serpent, coiling around Adam and tightening around his neck.

She laughed as he began to choke, his pupils nothing but tiny dots in his eyes as he couldn’t stop looking at this SNAKE! 

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