#i still have justice though but lately he changed colors so much he looks like funfetti cake lmao

[lightngaleart]

I caved, I named it Anders

[gamerbearmira]

How do I sound witty in this title

Well. I finished the drawing two days ago but did do the writing till today 💀💀 I don't really have much else to say.

I just wanted to write and draw the sillies <\\33

LEH GEH IH

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Antonio sat on the floor of the nursery, staring into the mirror. Wide, bright yellow eyes stared back at him. His eyes, obviously. They weren't the usual brown they were when he was born. He was still reeling at thw whole thing, but he was getting used to it. Well, as used to it as he could, he had just discovered all of this a few weeks ago. Luckily he had his primas and his siblings by his side though.

He continued to stare. His hand reached up, touching the thick fur that covered the sides of his face and most of his neck. He could feel more of it rubbing against his shirt and pants. It made him feel warm, too warm. Almost hot. It was getting to be spring, and frankly the extra hair all over him wasn't doing him any real justice. He yanked on his collar, trying to relieve the feeling but it didn't do much.

As he pulled on his shirt, he heard a small sound, a tearing sound. Of course, it wasn't very hard, not with the ears he had. They twitched as he stopped, looking down.

He had accidentally ripped a hole in his collar.

"Uh oh," he mumbled, quickly trying to oull away his hand. He tugged just a little too hard, his hand finally coming away...along with a piece of fabric. Antonio's eyes widened at the yellow piece stuck to his hand, his claws, and he flailed his hand for a moment before it fell away.

He looked at his hands. They were covered in fur, short, soft fur that was a similar color to his hair. He flexed his small hands, feeling the long nails that had grown, and frowned. What was he going to do? He already ruined one shirt, now here goes another one, ruined. He thought back to the last shirt he ruined.

He had transformed for the first time. He didn't know what was happening. He was so scared, and freaked out. And hungry. He tore his shirt apart, chewing on it and ripping it. He didn't even know he was capable of that, but apparently he was. And when Isa and Lola found him, they had to practically wrestle it away from him and give him real food before he calmed down.

Antonio leaned forward, opening his mouth. He had four sharp teeth that stuck out like sore thumbs. No hiding them. His bottom ones were longer, jutting out even when his mouth was closed. He used his tongue to feel them, wincing when he accidentally pricked it. He pouted bringing his knees to his chest as he looked in the mirror, his tail curled around him. He felt so lonely. Sure, there was his older siblings Dolores and Camilo, and his older primas Isabela, Luisa and Mirabel. But he still felt so alone.

He didn't know what to do.

He sat on the floor for a while before he heard footsteps. Typically he wouldn't be able to hear them, at least not with the door closed and from the nursery, but he could now. He panicked looking around. He yanked the blanket off of his bed, covering his head with it as he moved away from the mirror. He faced away from the door, pretending to read a book that had been laying near the toy chest nearby.

"Antonio?" He heard a voice. His oldest prima, Isabela. He stayed hidden, though he knew that she probably already knew what he was doing. "Antonio, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Antonio said, a little too quickly and his voice a little too high. He shifted under the blanket, hoping that his tail was still hidden.

"I can see your tail," Isabela said.

Dang it.

Antonio quickly tried to tuck it in but it was already too late. Isabela sat down next to him, gently pulling away the blanket. Antonio hesitated, pushing the book away and looking toward her. "H-Hola...Isabela."

Isabela gave him a sympathetic smile. "Don't know how to change back?" She asked knowingly and Antonio looked down in shame and nodded.

"No...A-And I did try, I did! When when I tried, but it only made it worse!" Antonio said and Isabela urged him to calm down.

"Ok, that's ok," Isabela said reassuringly. "But...what happened to your shirt?" She asked, finally noticing the tear in his collar.

Antonio looked down at his shirt, seemingly to remember what happened and fiddled with the ripped collar for a moment before sighing softly. "I...I got hot, amd kept yanking on my collar. But I didn't wamna roll up my sleeves and get caught cause of my fur, and I didn't wanna do undo all the buttons and change and..."

Isabela looked at him expectantly. "And...?"

"And I...I ripped the collar..." Antonio mumbled, but Isabela heard him loud and clear.

Isabela hummed in understanding, pulling Antonio closer. "It's ok. We'll ask Mirabel if she can mend it, hm? I mean it's only a small tear. It's not nearly as bad as your other shirt incident," she said teasingly.

"Isaaa!" Antonio whined, pushing her away and she laughed.

"I'm sorry! It was right there. I'm sorry Toñito. But seriously. That shirt was beyond repair," Isabela said, staring off into the space for a moment. "How are your teeth anyway? Do they still hurt?"

Antonio hummed for a momemt, in thought before he looked in the mirror, pulling his bottom lip down a bit. "No, ut I ink ey're owing," Antonio said, his words slurred due to his lip being pulled. He stopped, turning to Isabela. "How come mine aren't as big as your yours?" He pouted.

Isabela shrugged, leaning forward. Her form began to shift, taking on a similar form to Antonio. Her dress seemed smaller, but Isabela didn't seem all that phased as she leaned forward, pulling her own cheek for a moment. "I dunno. I guess as I got older, they grew more."

Antonio leaned forward again, looking at his teeth. "I hope mine get as big as yours. Or Camilo's."

Isabela snorted, leaning back. "Camilo's are only that big because he eats so much meat all the time. And he eats it raw. I'm surprised he hasn't blown our cover yet."

Isabela wished she hadn't said that because Antonio had stars in his eyes as he rushed out of the nursery and towards the kitchen. Isabela's eyes widened, and she quickly shifted back, flying out the door after Antonio, her vines rushing after him. "Antonio, wait!"

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I'm so tired it's not even funny 💀💀 and I still got a presentation due on Sunday 😭😭

ANYWAYYYY THESE GUYS HAVE VEEN ON MY MIND...among other aus. I mean my mind is a constant of Encanto aus. There may just be one section if my mind reserved for that.

But I did draw this and decided to turn it into a omeshot. Horrific I know 🌚 besides that I'm very excited for Mermay in a couple days❗❗ Hoping to draw a lot of mer aus <33

[crustaceousfaggot]

Hob Gadling traditional folk music collection.

Been thinking about a sort of Hob Gadling character playlist composed entirely of British folk music. Songs he might have listened to throughout his life and resonated with. This is also just a little excuse for me to share some of my favorite folk songs from across the history of the British Isles :) Most of these are British in origin, but a couple are Scottish.

Some of these choices are loosely based on the fic And In The Waking World We Want And Wait by @qqueenofhades because at this point it's basically canon to me and has considerably influenced my perception of the character. Furthermore, I'm writing this with Dreamling in mind because... Well because I want to.

I'm attaching recordings for each piece, but keep in mind that, by the nature of folk music, songs (both melody and lyrics, as well as accompaniment and performance choices) are intrinsically altered in every performance and there is no single correct interpretation of a piece. If you don't like the recordings I picked, I encourage you to seek out your own :)

I am not a music historian, just a classical singer with a love of traditional folk and a cursory education on music history.

Lastly, keep in mind that folk music in the Late Medieval and Early Modern music exists in a much different form than it does today, both in its lyrical and melodic content. Of the songs surviving from that period, the majority are liturgical in nature. Those that aren't are generally about farming, changing seasons, and (of course) drinking. I've done my best, but most of these pieces aren't perfect fits. Still, what character playlist is?

Arranged in rough chronological order.

1200s: "Sumer is icumen in" (composer unknown) (Note: This song is the oldest recorded English language folk song. I think that's pretty neat.)

Sumer is icumen in Loude sing cuccu (cuckoo) Groweth sed (seed) and bloweth (bloometh) med (meadow) and springeth the worlde new

(Full text)

~1450: "Tappster, Drinker" (unknown composer)

Tappster, Drinker, fill another ale, Anonn God sende us good sale. Avale the stake, avale, here is good ale y founde. Drynke to me and y to the and lette the cuppe goe rounde.

(This is, as far as I can tell, the full text)

~1513: "Pastime with Good Company" (King Henry VIII)

Youth must have some dalliance Of good or ill some pastance Company methinks then best All thoughts and fancies to digest. For idleness Is chief mistress Of vices all Then who can say. but mirth and play Is best of all.

(Full text)

1500s: "The Ballad of Tamlin" (composer unknown) (Note: Yes this one is @landwriter 's fault. Go read Oaths. Also, I'm using one of many translations of the original ballad, but there's also an excellent folk punk adaptation by The Forgetmenauts which you should listen to if you like the story. Generally, I'm not doing this ballad any justice with my little 2-line snippet and I encourage you to look into it more yourself.)

"For if my love were an earthly knight as he is an elfin grey, I'd not change my own true love for any knight you have."

(Full text)

~1580-1650: "Greensleeves" (composer unknown)

Alas, my love you do me wrong To cast me off discourteously And I have loved you so long Delighting in your company

I have been ready at your hand to grant whatever you would crave; I have both wagered life and land Your love and good will for to have

(Full text)

1700s: "A Maid in Bedlam" (composer unknown)

My love he'll not come near me To hear the moan I make, And neither would he pity me If my poor heart should break, But, though I've suffer'd for his sake, Contented will I be, For I love my love Because I know he first loved me.

(Full Text)

1800s: Black is The Colour of My True Love's Hair (composer unknown) (Note: although the most famous variations of this piece are from 20th century America, the piece is believed to have originated in Scotland some time in the 19th century.)

Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair, His lips are something rosy fair, The fairest face and the gentlest hands I love the grass wheron he stands.

(Full text)

1813: "The Last Rose of Summer" (Thomas Moore) (Note: I was a bit conflicted about adding this one. The song is about the pain of losing those you love to time, and the loneliness that comes from outlining your companions, both of which are sentiments I feel are very applicable to Hob. However, the song also implies that death is a mercy in the face of such loneliness, which obviously doesn't align with Hob's worldview.)

'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone. All her lovely companions are faded and gone. No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh.

(Full text)

1902: "Whither Must I Wander" (Ralph Vaughan Williams, from the song cycle "Songs Of Travel") (Note: This is technically not a true folk song but shhhhh. This was the song that inspired this whole list because I absolutely adore Vaughan Williams and particularly this cycle.)

Home was home then, my dear, full of kindly faces, Home was home then, my dear, happy for the child. Fire and the windows bright glittered on the moorland; Song, tuneful song, built a palace in the wild. Now, when day dawns on the brow of the moorland, Lone stands the house, and the chimney-stone is cold. Lone let it stand, now the friends are all departed, The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of old.

(Full text)

1904: "In Dreams" (Ralph Vaughan Williams, from "Songs of Travel") (Note: I will not apologize for using two pieces from the same cycle. Y'all don't understand I'm so autistic about these songs. Also, I had to pick at least one song with "Dream" in the title haha.)

In dreams unhappy, I behold you stand As heretofore: The unremember'd tokens in your hand Avail no more. [...] He came and went. Perchance you wept awhile And then forgot. Ah me! but he that left you with a smile Forgets you not.

(Full text)

1946: "Come you not from Newcastle?" (Arr. Benjamin Britten, original composer unknown) (Note: Although the text of the song itself doesn't necessarily have any strong Hob Vibes, the most widely known arrangement of this piece was done by Benjamin Britten, one of the country's most famed composers and also a fairly open homosexual. This, combined with the text of the song and the time that this arrangement was written, gives the song a distinctly queer vibe, at least to me, and so it makes the list. The recording attached is by Britten's life partner, Peter Pears.)

Why should I not love my love? Why should not my love love me? Why should I not speed after him, Since love to all is free?

(Full Text)

And that's all of them! Please let me know if you have any traditional folk songs you know that fit the bill, as I'm always looking for more good traditional folk music. It holds a special place in my heart :)

Consider reblogging if you got anything out of this post, since I did spend quite awhile on it and I'd love it if it got out to the wider Sandman fandom.

Resources: 1 2 3 4

[quibbs126]

And now I’ve made this

I was going to go to sleep, but there’s a football game tonight, and I am now realizing that I happen to live in the dorm closest to the stadium, and this year on the side facing the stadium, and more importantly, the pavement everyone’s using to travel around at this time. With loud music. So eventually I decided “fuck it, I’m probably not sleeping anyways, I’m gonna go do Arthus justice with his sprite”

Hopefully this lack of usual sleep does not affect me tomorrow, as I have another shift starting at 9 and then after that, I have to actually do homework that I’ve been neglecting that’s all due that night. Which is a note for next week on how to not wait until Sunday

But anyways, back to the actual edit, it’s based on his card and intro designs

I really don’t know why his original sprite looks like that, it’s just a cloak and some pants. He is the Demon King, as well as Menos’ father, if you aren’t going to give him the respect of a talk sprite, you can at least give him the decency of an accurate overworld sprite

You could say it’s because we only see him for like, 3 minutes, but I’d argue that there are other characters who have the same amount of screen time, if not less, and still get more. Young Prophet gets a unique sprite, old Dalkin (it’s not that special, but far enough, he’s retired now), young Reno and Ceres, the latter of which only shows up once for like, a minute, and most of those characters get a talk sprite with them. And sure, you could argue that’s because they’re important in other Eras. And fair, but as I’ve brought up time and again, Lothair, who has just as much relevance if not less, and he gets a talk sprite, and quite frankly, an awesome overworld sprite

A character like him who literally does nothing should not get this cool of a sprite. Or at the very least, not without his counterpart also getting one

Anyways, sorry about the rant, I’ll stop now

I think the edit looks its best on the front sprite, I’m not so sure about the other sides. I guess I need more practice when it comes to sprite editing

I probably could have kept the hair color the same, but his hair’s a lighter, more warm shade of purple in the other designs, so I thought I’d change it. I did end up using his original hair color for his gloves though, since they’re purple in the intro and I can’t see them on the card, so purple they stay. Better than more blacks/dark greys

His outfit’s a lot of blacks, so I wonder if it all blends together a bit too much

He’s got a cape in his card but not his intro design, but I thought I should keep it because it might look cool. Also adds a pop of other color. Should probably do a capeless version too to see what it looks like

Anyways, I don’t remember what else to say, and it’s getting a bit late. Noise seems to have died down so hopefully I can get some sleep now. Meanwhile, hopefully you can enjoy this sprite edit. Provided you can see it

I need to figure out how to upscale sprites

Edit: I have found a way to upscale them, it’s just that I can only do it on my computer. But I have the power now!

[nightsinfoxx15]

FOXX15 Character lineup (+ Lore) Pt. 1

OOOOOOHHH THE LONG PROJECT IS DONE—

I made a whole google sheets for another project that I had an idea of doing at first but I ended up forgetting it and left it MONTHS later.

so I made a character lineup to excuse my early project:

Warning: this will be update as time goes on within the series of FOXX15

Lineup one:

Alyssa

Featured in Elementals

Fire type swordswoman

early designs she was based off of Lara Croft hence the adventurous outfit she have on as her hero form.

her sword is based off from FF7 cloud’s sword

Azenith

She’s gonna be featured in a lot of the series except for Madame Carolyn (She’s in Elementals, Shattered Nights, Nevada War, and Next Gen)

her earlier design was supposed to be a Lynx, turned into a White Tiger to represent an Las Vegas known magicians Siegfried and Roy with their infamous white tigers (one of them being Manticore) but then I decided to do a snow leopard because it would be majestical to her water/ice powers as snow leopards are native in colder climates.

also Lynx don’t really exists in Nevada—

Her sword is also a cane/staff. Even though she doesn’t have trouble walking. I thought it would be cool to have a cane like sword sheath.

Her whole hero outfit was supposed to be corresponding to Jason’s hero form (which we will get into later) as cat alliances.

Bob

Former Nevada Governor (late 80s throughout the 90s) so he is a former ruler god of Nevada

Featured in Madame Carolyn and Shattered Nights briefly

During his last term as governor, he tried eradicating the Nevada dragon species for the sake of peoples safety. He made a genocide killing almost half the population of the dragon species living in Nevada in 1999. Which made him and Janis (which will be introduced soon) fought in December 1999 to January 2000

Brian

Featured in Elementals, Madame Carolyn, (maybe in Shattered Nights and Nevada War)

I made him as Michele nervous wreck assistant at first before I decided to go against her actions (pretty much every council member’s reaction except for one)

He didn’t had anything incorporated except for being a Lust demon with pink fire so I decided to turn him as a healer

Bryce

Still deciding on when he’s supposed to be featured in the series but mainly he’s supposed to be in Nevada War or Shattered Nights

Former Governor of Nevada (2011-2016) He became the first Angel form to become a Seraphim of Nevada

His seraphim dragon form are based on the colors of earth to match his dragon tail which is a gradient of blue and green

double swordsman

Lineup 2:

Carter

Las Vegas’ Justice of the peace judge

real momma’s boy (can’t keep no bitches)

His early design, he was supposed to be a Lust demon but I changed him into a Lust dragon because I said so (I like designing dragons for my series lol)

Third eldest son of Oscar and Madame Carolyn

Cassandra

Featured in Elementals

She had a little redesign. She was supposed to have a purple mask representing her as a Puerto Rican woman but decided to get rid of it because the masks I was looking up were native to Cuba so I ended up getting rid of it

Her hero outfit still became simplistic as time went on

Electrical powers color codes with her outfit color (purple)

Cassie

Featured in Elementals

She’s a secret assassin for Michele’s mafia using Roses as a secret weapon to kill off their target

Her early design was based off of Assassins creed costume designs from the cape/hood designs

her powers are based on the moon. Roses are a big part of her powers but the moon have most control in powerful moves and abilities (source: Elementals, fiery Moonlight)

Cedric

Featured in Elementals and Madame Carolyn (might be featured in Nevada War)

he hasn’t changed too much. He’s still the same 🧍‍♀️

Cerena

Featured in Elementals (and maybe Shattered Nights, Nevada War, and Next Gen)

She gone through a lot of redesigns in the past when introducing her in 2021 (same with her friends Justine, Raya, and Vivian)

She’s next in line in the Sun Goddess of Las Vegas as she is the princess of the Sun Goddess (Marisol)

As going through a bunch of redesigns, at first she was going to correlate to her name (moon goddess Serena) and have her control water but I had her changed designs and she still has it but mainly she use her Sun spells as the series starts developing

Lineup 3

Christopher

Featured in Elementals

his outfit stayed the same until I redesigned him and Kyla (soon to be introduced) two nights ago

Clara

Feature in Shattered Nights

Big advocate in the dragon species (as she is a counselor to help people with genocidal trauma for the dragon species

She’s similar in terms of power like her mom (Madame Carolyn) but as a Lust demon, she’s more of an affectionate wrath dragon demon

Debra

Mayor of Henderson and Lady of the moonlight in Henderson

Featured briefly in Elementals as “Mayor March”, appearance in Madame Carolyn, and will be showing up in Shattered Nights and Nevada War

She had minor redesigns along the way as I started going in and Worldbuilding on Henderson, Nevada in late 2021 and early 2022

She’s in a relationship with Madame Carolyn

“Sweet and innocent before sending her off to church camp” type of woman.

Dixie

Baby Bison ✨

Justine’s Bison, she got her from her dad at a really young age. Technically, Dixie and Justine grew up together

Dixie is named after college in Southern Utah (Formerly known as Dixie State University) she was a plush toy that I got during junior year of high school year in Utah 😭

Domingo

Cerena’s father

Sun goddess’s husband (Marisol)

Sun god of Las Vegas

the dude gone through at least two redesigns until I finally said this was it

he was originally gonna be Ghost’s bodyguard but it wouldn’t make no sense on how it would be played out and I haven’t gave in much thought

his name is a translation of “Sunday” in Spanish

Part Two coming up next

[thattimdrakeguy]

I STILL REALLY LIKE TITANS UNITED - Issue 2

I haven’t had a chance to read issue 2 until today despite it being out for weeks, and it’s made me really sad, but I’m still really really enjoying it that I can finally read it.

They still have such a good Timmy in it, and he’s still the main perspective we see stuff through which I really really enjoy. It takes good use of his naturally curious and light-hearted nature, to get information for the audience, while keeping the heavy stuff from being too hard to read level of heavy. It’s such a good use of his character.

I imagine Titans fans aren’t happy that an infant is the lead of a comic that’s supposed to be about their favorite characters. But since I am a massive Tim Drake fan, it’s a bit hard for me not to be happy. Especially when Tim has such great art and characterization. Though, I totally understand if Titans fans aren’t the most pleased with it. I’d hate to have a Young Justice book use another character as the main lead.

I’m such a sucker for moralistic Timmy. He was one of the most serious about the no kill rule, I absolutely hated it when they would act like he’d be a killer. It was such a misunderstanding of Tim. Tim became Robin not because of his brains but because of his good hearted spirit. When they started ignoring that, and thinking he was some brilliant tactician, it really ruined who Tim was meant to be. So I adore moments like this. It’s this sort of thing that makes Timmy feel like Timmy.

And I love the world-building in this cute little moment. It’s simple but this is the stuff that really makes stuff come together. Think of it like the glue that keeps the loose parts on. It’d technically stay together without it. But you know it’s much better with it.

And the few sensitive moments. The art is really good. You can feel Timmy’s sorrows and anxiety. It’s great great stuff. Some of the best art I’ve seen from DC lately. Everyone looks like themselves, it’s dynamic, the colors are colorful and dull just in the places it needs to be. It’s masterful work. Truly some of the best I’ve seen in years.

(I still have much more to say. I put this here because I have a habit of forgetting to put it here, and I’m not for certain when a good point to put this is at.)

Plus, it keeps tiny Tim alive and well, which is a seal of quality in my book nearly every time. You’d be surprised how many comics just draw Tim like anybody else--or maybe you wouldn’t actually, DC Comics is notoriously awful these days. But trust me, it’s good when Timmy is actually drawn to be small and baby-faced. It was always saddening to see a character like Tim who was described quite well, not match his description. No one likes it when their fav isn’t drawn right--Well, that isn’t true, I’ve actually seen somebody adamantly hate it when their fav is drawn right and it freaks me out because of the creepy undertones. But let’s focus on the good here, shall we?

And here’s some random panels I don’t have much to say about but I really enjoy. I think it’s weirdly cute how easy it is for Timmy to be manhandled. Like he’s already tiny, but to Mammoth he is like--the size of a literal newborn baby instead of a figurative one.

Plus, Timmy’s well-drawn each time which makes it so much better on top of that.

Here’s him being man-handled again, but in a character scene.

See, the main plot of this comic is that someone changed the universe around to be this dark universe, and everyone but baby Tim-Tim here (He’s 16, I know, I’m not gonna stop calling him that) for whatever reason that is.

Justice League was killed, and Jason was plain executed as Robin this time around, and no one knows who Tim is. But I love this mix of panic, and anxiety with the situation mixed with Timmy’s enthusiasm for being Robin, and determination that he has for himself and his goals.

You truly feel his love and passion for being Robin, and throughout it there’s a sense of obliviousness and naiveté, that while not nearly as heightened as it is during his origin story, is still there in a way that isn’t represented too often that I really appreciate here. Because again, so many people get this idea that Tim was Robin because of his intelligence. That’s not the case. He messes up the first criminal mystery he gets himself into and if anything shows he probably shouldn’t be Robin to Dick in his first story. It was always about his passion, enthusiasm, idealism, and dedication to helping people that got him to be brought up as Robin the Boy Wonder.

And I get much more of a sense of that here, which I honestly quite love, because whether or not it was done intentionally, it gets back to the heart of what made Timmy Drake work so well back when he was introduced, and shows a lot of the stuff that’s been ignored for so long that it’s made Tim--well, not very interesting anymore.

He even comes in to help when told not to. Which is very reminiscent of the story of pre-Robin Tim, where Tim had to make his own judgment call to help Bruce when Bruce had told him not to. And Bruce told him that sometimes it was okay to break the rules, as long as it’s done intelligently.

After this moment Timmy’s even accepted as Robin again in this new bended reality. I’m not sure if this is all intentional, but it feels like it’s really building Tim back up as a character in ways I wish other recent series would have. Instead of writers just doing whatever they please with him.

And here we have one of the finest pages in modern comics history. It’s heartwarming, it’s satisfying ‘cause it’s given enough drama to have this be extra worth it, it’s adorable, and even a bit humorous because of how Tim is so small, he has to be picked up off his feet for the hug, and Dick still has to be hunched over as could be to put his head on Tim’s shoulder.

It’s so freaking adorable I adore it.

This moment could’ve been so cheesy had they not gone through the emotional and dramatic beats. And it would’ve been a bummer if they weren’t drawn well. But they went through the beats needed to make it work, while they both look practically perfect here.

And I adore this issue in general. If I had to be honest with myself, there’s a very easy argument that it’s too Timmy Drake focused for a Titans book, but I’m mostly just reviewing it from a Tim Drake fan’s perspective, and it’s really great.

If you haven’t already picked up issue one, do so and then pick up issue two, I haven’t read issue 3 yet, but I have a feeling it was also very good if it kept up this quality. It’s just a well-told story with strong characterization.

It isn’t weak or turns itself into some badly written, contradictory, sitcom like so many other comics of todays do. They don’t turn the characters into something different for some of the most depressingly lazy gags and jokes. 

Instead it actually feels like a comic that’s worth being released by one of the big two publishers, and is actually worth having an official seal instead of being some cheap written fan fiction. And that makes it a definite recommend.

If you like great comics, well-written stories, a well-characterized Tim Drake, and can handle the Titans taking a backseat in their own story, buy it in a heartbeat. It is certainly worth your time.

[writeawaythepain]

I just stumbled upon your blog looking for content about our precious partner Abe.

I wanted to ask if it's ok to request?

If so, how about Abe x Male! Reader?

The reader is a friend of Wilford's, and takes charge of the mysic in the disco (the place in the Wilford Motherloving Warfstache vid) and when they recognise each other as their past partners. They catch up?

I do hope this is ok-

After Death Made us Part

Abe x (male!reader)

How have I just realized how little Abe content there is. I hope this does our underrated detective justice, and thanks so much for sending the request!! A little different from my usual style since I tried to tie in some of the style of WMW (Wilford Motherlovin’ Warfstache). I hope you like it!

tw: a bit of alcohol, mentions blood

Word count: 2.2k

Prompts:  The reader is a friend of Wilford's, and takes charge of the mysic in the disco (the place in the Wilford Motherloving Warfstache vid) and when they recognize each other as their past partners. They catch up?

Summary: In betwixt pulling heists and captaining space expeditions, you work at Wilford’s disco club as a bartender. After closing time one day, an old friend walks through the door, one you haven’t seen in ages. One you missed wholeheartedly.

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“Go now, shoo! Shoo! That’s all for tonight folks!” You could hear Wilford’s voice above everyone else’s as he clears out the bar for closing time. It was very late into the night, and even though Wilford didn’t adhere to the normal rules of time, you did, and you were starting to get tired. 

You focus your attention on pouring out any half drunken drinks that were left on the bar, and started wiping the counter. As the club quieted down, Wilford sauntered over to you. “Welp, tonight was quite eventful.” He said, plopping down on one of the bar stools in front of you.

“If by ‘eventful��, you mean you stabbed three people…I guess so.” You sigh, remembering all the blood you had to clean up.

“Three? I could have sworn it was more…Oh well, they deserved it for not playing by the rules. I have a strict, ‘no creeps’ policy.” You can’t help but chuckle. It’s not like they could die here anyway. Death wasn’t as permanent in this establishment as it was in others.

[ Hey you, don’t think about it too hard, ok, trust me. ]

The mood lights in the club were still on, colorful spotlights gliding across the dance floor in a dazzling display of colors. You usually loved the vibe of the lights and the music, and even the dancing people. But it had been a long night of breaking up bar fights, mostly ones Wilford inadvertently started, and dealing with just one too many drunken ‘accidents’.

You could feel a headache coming on, so you went over to the control box, flicking off the energetic music and light show. “Hey-!” You could hear from the other side of the bar, but you just rolled your eyes as you turned on some smoother, less headache inducing music, changing the lighting to move a lot slower and less intensely.

The mood of the club changed to that of a slow dance, and as you turned back to Wilford you could see him pouting.

“I’m sorry Wil, but my head is killing me right now… Come on, some jazz music isn’t gonna kill you.” He was still pouting, but he drops the issue, mumbling to himself that ‘it wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t as good as disco.’ 

You chuckled to yourself, already feeling the pounding in your head die down almost instantly. You have to wonder if that was really the your doing, or Wilford’s, but you return your attention to polishing some more glasses, humming to the smooth tunes coming through the speakers.

Wilford gets up, and to entertain himself, starts slowly dancing around the dance floor as if he had a partner. Arms out in a sort of waltz, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

After a few minutes, you suddenly hear the door open. “Sorry, we’re actually closed!” You call out, not looking up from the glass you were cleaning.

“Yeah, go away- Wait…do I know you?” You hear Wilford call out. Curiosity gets the better of you as you look up to see who had entered the club at such a late hour. But as your eyes register what, or rather who you're looking at, they widen in shock. You freeze, and apparently drop the glass you were holding because Wilford was suddenly beside you, catching it before it could hit the floor. I guess that weird teleporting thing he could do actually came in handy sometimes.

Wilford points a finger at you, and says, “Well, apparently he knows you.” He looks at the man who had  just entered the room, and finally a look of realization dawns on his face. He turns to point at the newcomer now, “Dave? No…wait...Dave?” 

“God fucking dammit Wilford, not this again. Abe! My name's Abe, you know this.” The man runs a hand over his face as he rolls his eyes at Wilford. “And who the fuck is tha-” He finally takes a proper look at you, and his expression shifts from annoyance, to realization, then to horror. 

You finally snap out of your frozen state as you slowly make your way out from behind the bar, getting closer to him, never breaking eye contact. You had long since given up trying to make sense of everything that was happening at any moment, spending time with Wilford desensitizes you to the madness…but…

The rugged detective, your partner, was standing there, right in front of you. The man who had been shot in front of your very eyes-

You shake your head. 

[ Remember y/n, thinking about it just makes it more confusing. ]

You push those thoughts out of your head, instead you reach out a hand ghosting it to the side of his face. You touch his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin on your hand, the warmth that ment he was alive. And that’s all that mattered.

He finally spoke, “Partner? How-” You shake your head.

“Does it really matter how?” You ask him, smiling. He slowly brings up one of his own hands and places it on your cheek as he chuckles, a deep, almost tired sound.

“I guess not.” You stay there for a moment, the fact that the other was really, actually, there, starting to actually sink in, until an eccentric voice brings you back to reality, and you both step back from one another in embarrassment. 

“Well, I better be off! You make sure you remember to close up. Oh, and get some rest.” He says, looking at you, before turning to Abe. “Nice seeing you again, detective! Don’t have too much fun while I’m gone!” Wilford swung his jacket over his shoulder, and with a wave, disappears through a closet door.

Abe’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “That’s not the exit-” You laugh. Interrupting him.

“It’s Wilford.” Abe sighs, laughing as well.

“Yea, I guess you're right.” You smile at him cockily.

“I always was, still am.” He snorted and smiled back at you, but there was a sad look in his eye. One that was thinking of a time long past, when life was simpler.

You cleared your throat. “Come on, let’s have a drink. It’s on me.”

You move back to your place behind the bar and start to pour two glasses of whiskey. Abe makes his way to a seat across from you.

I couldn’t believe it, he was alive. My handsome partner I’ve been trying so long to avenge was standing right in front of me, pouring me a drink. Working for the very same man who shot him, and myself, not so long ago. Why was it always the attractive ones that end up going batshit crazy.

You laugh as you make your way over to the seat next to him, whiskeys in hand. He looks at you confused. “You're doing the thing again.” You tell him, but his face just grows more confused.

“What thing?” He asks, taking a sip of the drink you hand him.

“Monologueing out loud? Projecting your thoughts? I don’t know what it’s called! The thing!” His eyes widen in realization, and he chokes on his drink. His face flushes slightly, as he coughs, trying to maintain his composure. 

His attempt to cover it up just makes you laugh harder. “You know, you don’t look so bad yourself.” You wink. “Especially for being dead.” He rolls his eyes, but you see the blush start to get to his ears.

“Well, I don’t feel dead, that’s for sure.” He says, taking another sip from his drink. You raise your eyebrows, you could never tell if he ever realized how suggestive the things he always said were. You decide to play into it, even if just to tease him.

You turned in your seat to face him directly, making it so your knees were touching, and put your head in your hand, leaning forward, elbow on your knee to face him. 

“I feel pretty alive right now too~” you look him right in the eyes and wink again. His face becomes as red as a tomato, and you silently cheer, proud of yourself. 

“Thats- thats not what I-” He stutters. You laugh again, downing your drink in one go, and slam it against the table. “God damn it man-” You chuckle, getting up. 

“I have to count the register, but as soon as I finish, would you want to take a walk and catch up?” He shrugs, avoiding your gaze as he tries to calm down his heartbeat and the blush on his face.

“Sure, I don’t know if I have much to say, though. I can’t really remember much.” He frowns.

“If it makes you feel any better, i dont either- Aw dammit.” Abe looks up at you as you scowl, looking at the state of the money in the cash register. This is why you always told Wilford to leave it up to you!

“Wil fucking doesn’t know how to sort cash into the god damn drawers and-” You grumble trying to reorganize it. “I know he doesn’t have to worry about money, but some of us have bills to pay!”

In response to your words, Wilford suddenly leans out from the front door, “Sorry about that, my cherished employee and dear, dear old friend-” Even though you had no idea how he heard you, you decide to ignore that and just glare at him. He shoots you a smile that no one could stay mad at, and closes the door again, disappearing with a, “You know you two love me!~” You and Abe both roll your eyes as you finish counting the cash in the drawer. Then you go to grab the keys for the front door, from the back room.

You were still in your bartender uniform suit, and it was always pretty stuffy in the club. The collar of your shirt starting to feel like it was suffocating you, so as you make your way back over to Abe, you untie your bow tie and unbutton the top few buttons of your dress shirt. You take a deep breath, feeling better already, and look up at Abe to see if he was ready to leave. 

He was shifting awkwardly, not being able to keep eye contact with you for longer than a moment, and you just stared at him, confused. “Are…you ok?” 

“Wh- what? Yea! Of course!” He blinks, “Walk-” He spins on his heel and heads towards the door. 

I guess my Partner and I are cut from the same, ‘does-a-suggestive-thing-without-noticing’, cloth. But I try to play cool, calm, and collected at their actions. I don’t think they’ve noticed anything.

You chuckle to yourself, still a bit confused, but follow him anyway. He holds the door open for you, and the two of you step into the warm summer night. You start walking in a direction and Abe follows.

“So, what parts do you remember.” You ask him. 

He sighs shaking his head, “I remember chasing after Wilford, trying to hunt him down for ages...but…that’s about it. Even the details of that are all fuzzy.” You put an arm on his shoulder, squeezing it in reassurance. He clears his throat, “Well, how about you? What adventures has our D.A. been on?” You laugh, nudging him with your shoulder.

“You’d be surprised. I robbed a museum, went to space-” He stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening and his attention snapping to you.

“You robbed- Space-? What-?!” You laugh at his reaction and stop walking as well. 

“I don’t know what to tell you man! I guess I’ve been busy. But in my downtime I work at Wilford’s club…and that’s about it. That’s…all I really remember, at least.” He stares at you incredulous for a moment, but then shakes his head chuckling.

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You were never one to back down from a challenge” he says.

Turning to a life of crime and then going to space. All while working a side job at the same time. I really do only fall for crazy people…

You smile looking at him. And for a moment the two of you just stand there, looking at each other. The slightly sad look comes back to Abe’s eyes.

…I can’t believe he’s still alive… If this is a fucking dream- …I-

You hug him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and holding on to him tightly. He hesitates for only a moment before wrapping his arms around your waist. His head falls onto your shoulder as you gently rub circles into his back. He practically melts into you, clinging onto you as if you would disappear if he ever let go.

“I’m here… I’m real, and I’m not going anywhere.” You press a soft kiss to his head. “You're not gonna be able to get rid of me that easily. Even death couldn’t keep us apart.” He chuckles into your chest and the two of you stay like that for a little while. The warm air of the night cocooning the both of you in a safe and comforting feeling. A feeling you haven't truly felt since the last time you saw him.

Finally, Abe lets go and takes a step back. You grab his hand, and pull him so the two of you can continue your walk. “Come on…Partner.”

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[luimagines]

Hi! I have a request, but first i wanna say your writing is absolutely amazing! The length + amount of time you put into these prompts is insanely good. Now! Onto the request, how would the boys react to a reader from a more modern era? Maybe a more modernized hyrule or our current point in time?

Masterlist

Thank you so much for the compliment! I'm happy to see the response even if this blog is still relatively new.

I hope I do your prompt justice.

I probably could have done a headcanon list but I was hit with inspiration.

I also might have given Reader some backstory.

Scenario below the cut! It’s long, take caution.

It was a cool night, but you didn't mind. Your bed was warm, the WiFi was fast and even if it was three AM on a school night, you managed to keep yourself giggling with cat videos and blursed memes until the words and colors merged.

A night well spent.

But it led to questionable decisions.

Even if the shredded cheese in the fridge was beginning to seem a more and more enticing snack, your body was tempted to succumb to slumber.

Until a large purple light encompassed the entirety of your window.

Something was in your backyard.

Aliens. Your tired brain supplies and you sprint to the glass and push away the curtains. Is this it? Is this where I'm kidnapped and never seen or heard from again?

You pull out your phone and open up the camera.

"Pics or it didn't happen." You remind yourself and snap a few before showing your face.

What you see isn't what you're expecting. Instead of a flying saucer in the sky beaming down a laser or a weird pear shaped space craft on top of the grass, there's a single panel of glowing light, swirling with black accents that creeps in a circular motion.

"Cheese and crackers...." You gasp and begin to blatantly stare at it with no regard to whether something may be coming out of it.

You wait and nothing happens.

You wait some more and nothing happens.

You spend an hour watching this portal that has appeared out of nowhere, waiting for something to happen, willing for something to happen. But you get nothing.

The unknown stares right back at you, unblinking and unchanged.

Go through it. A voice tells you. What if there's something on the other side?

"I'm going to die." You gulp and take a deep breath.

Who else gets a chance like this? The voice talks again. This could be a grand step towards a more modern society. A whole new world could be on the other side, waiting, reaching out, calling to humanity!

You think you a see a shadow move behind the portal and out of sight but it’s gone before you can even process it.

"Should I call the police?" You step away from the window, ignoring the thoughts, the voice- you're too tired to know if it's your own any more. What's the plan? How does one go about something like this?

Where’s your sense of adventure? Pack a bag and go! What if it goes away?

That last thought seems to get through to your tired brain and for a reason beyond your understanding, it latches onto it.

Now you’re excited.

You run to the closet and take out your old backpack. It used to be for school but it was fancier since it was the only one you could get. The bag had a replaceable water bag with a plastic straw connected through the back of it and the straps have just worn down enough to where they’re actually comfortable. It doubled as a hiking backpack and came with its own insulated lunch box that clasped on the back of it.

It’ll finally serve its purpose.

You quickly roll up your favorite blanket and strap it in tightly beneath the lunch box. You’re quick to take out two extra outfits and pack them as well as change out of your pajamas.

Ok. What would you need? You don’t know where you’d be going so this has to a catch all kind of deal.

You pack away your swiss army knife first for good measure. A solar powered charger for your phone and an extra pair of socks follow suit even after you’ve picked out the extra clothes.

You take out the water bag and run to fill it all the way to max capacity as you think of any other necessities.

You’d need food. You have a small jar of peanut butter and granola bars that can fit in the lunch box. You can bring your extra water bottle and put in the side pockets of the backpack, and maybe bring some of those powered flavor packets your brother loves so much. You think he has lemonade and some green tea ones.

Those would be great. He won’t mind, hopefully.

You let the bag overfill momentarily before running back to shove it in your bag. with the lid screwed tight.

Next you run to the kitchen, grabbing the first things that you thought of already and begin to look around for more.

You grab an unopened pack of beef jerky, a bag of veggie sticks and a half eaten bag of dried mangos.

During your search you grab the water bottle and fill that too.

You return to your room with your bounty and begin to carefully put everything in the box. With some more deliberation, you run back to the kitchen and make yourself a quick sandwich, eat it, make another one and pack that as well.

You look out side the window and the portal is still there.

The sun is beginning to rise now so you’re trying to go as fast as you can, unless you want to neighbors to think something is going on.

Even if it is.

You’re about to leave but in a stroke of brilliance, you run to pack sunscreen and bug spray as well. You see a small first aid pack that was bought recently for when you would take your family vacation but you reason that it might one of the most important things you’d have if you got hurt.

Into the bag it goes.

You grab your hoodie before you leave the door, wrap it around your waist and pocket your phone, your headphones and your wallet.

You feel immediately under packed when you step outside and see the portal up close.

It’s weirdly triangle shaped, you think and step closer.

You reach your hand out and try to touch it. It feels as if you put your hand through a humidifier but it’s not wet. It’s misty and cold but not necessarily unpleasant.

An idea hits you right before you take your first step through.

You pull up one of the earlier photo’s you took and send it to your friend’s group chat. It showed up in my backyard. I decided to make a bad late night decision and I’m going through. If you never hear from me again, I want you all to fight over my electronics. Winner takes all. Godspeed.

And you step through.

You had first assumed that it would merely take you tot he other side but very quickly realize that you have to walk through it.

The first part still had a little light but with time, it got darker. So dark that you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face.

You kept walking.

As fast as the light disappeared, it came back and you stepped into the light of an open field, right in front of one, two, three, four, nine males that had appeared to be traveling towards you or rather, towards the portal.

The portal disappears in the process.

“Oh so we didn’t have to go through it! We had to gain another member!” One of them yells. “Would have been nice to know before we packed everything up!”

“Ho boy, where am I?” You ask and tighten your grip on your backpack. Why didn’t I bring a weapon?

They all had long tunics and swords on their backs. Old fashioned leather boots and hand bracers were the norm in this group and you realized very quickly that your jeans and t-shirt had wildly missed the memo.

“Dang, I didn’t think I’d walk into a LARP group. Sorry about that.” You sheepishly smile. “I had no idea where the portal was going to take me. But if you would be so kind-”

“Wait, what’s LARP?” One of them speaks up. He was a dirty blond and somewhere in the middle of the group height wise. He wore a white cape like thing with blue designs on the back but you didn’t recognize the symbol.

“Live Action Role Play?” You tilt your head. “It’s why you’re all dressed like that? Right?”

“This is just our clothes.” What appears to be the youngest bounces up to you. “What are you wearing?”

“First I could grab in my closet.” You admit and look down on it. It’s one of your comfiest shirts and best looking pants. You’re a little proud of yourself for finding those in the dark.

“Weird.”

“We’re heroes. We’re all named Link.” Cape guy speaks up again. “Is it safe to assume that you’re in the same boat?”

“Heroes?” Your eyebrows furrow together. “I’m not a hero and my name’s not Link.”

You’re quick to tell them your name and you watch as the confusion covers their faces. “My brother’s name is Link though if that helps anything.”

“Oh we needed him!” The youngest groans and it instantly irks you.

“What would you need with a five year old?” You deadpan and cross your arms. 

The information stuns the group.

“The portal showed up in the middle of the night and I’m the one that went through it. I’m pretty sure I was the only awake to even see it. Are you telling me that it was for my little brother?” You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t a little pissed. “My baby brother was supposed to go through it? He was asleep! He’s five. What kind of logic is that?!”

“Well...” The biggest and oldest of them runs a hand over his face. You think he has some cool tattoos and sick scar going across his eye but he looks about as angry as you feel, so you don’t say anything. “It appears the gods truly do not care for the hero’s maturity, only his existence.”

“Ok...What’s with all this hero talk?” You bite back. “What did... Where am I?”

“Hyrule.” The second with cool face tattoos speaks up. He’s got a large fur pelt around his shoulders and you have to tighten your grip against your backpack again to keep from reaching out to touch it.

Even so you feel yourself deadpan even more. “Hyrule? Like the ancient empire? The one that collapsed more than two thousand years ago? That Hyrule?”

You’re inclined to not believe them and write all of them off as crazy... but you also walked through a portal. And your grandma did say that magic existed in the strangest forms.

They all share looks of concern and some begin to murmur quietly amongst themselves but you’re too far gone to even notice.

“Did I time travel?” The idea hits you like a bus and you feel your eyes widen as you stare beyond the group. You quickly take our your phone and unlock it.

No signal.

“Is that a type of Sheikah slate?” Someone asks you.

“I don’t know what that is.” You reply automatically. “Wait, hold on, what year is it?”

“Why don’t you tell us what year you’re from and we can start from there?” The darkest brunette of the group speaks up.

“202x PC” You say robotically, not really processing the world around you anymore.

“That’s...” The blond with a long blue scarf speaks up with a slight hiss. “...Beyond any of our timelines. You see, we all come from different worlds and eras of Hyrule’s history.”

“I don’t think you’re the farthest down anymore, Wild.”

“This would then make them my successor, right?”

“It would make their brother your successor.” Someone amends. “I think they just jumped in his place.”

“Leave my brother alone.” You snap back into the present, pocketing your [hone again. “Ok, you know what, screw it. I don’t know what you’d want my brother for but I’m here now. I’d gladly take his place if it means he gets to stay home!”

“Hey.” A boy with pink hair stalks up to you looking a little more serious than you’d like.

“Nice hair dude, way to defy the gender norms.” You smirk a little before genuinely grinning, hoping to quell the tension. “What product do you use? It looks like Artic Fox but not every place sells their brand.”

“...I have no idea what you’re talking about but what happened to Ganon in your world? How have you been handling it?” He snaps and places his hands on his hips.

“Ganon? Like my old principle? That’s a name I haven’t heard in forever.” You’re confused again. “Last I heard he joined the police force only to be reassigned out of state. I don’t know what’s happening with him. Kinda hope he gets fired though. He’s not a bad guy but he’s not someone you’d want in that kind of position of power, you know.”

“Police force?”

You blinked and look them all over. They look very medieval. “Oh... You don’t have that...”

You begin to think about your history lessons and what they might be familiar with if they’re telling the truth about being from Hyrule.

“Ya’ll got knights?”

Many, almost all of them nod, a few with face of despair already on them before you finish speaking.

“It’s kind of like that. Mixed with a towns guard position... kinda. They enforce laws... at least they’re supposed to but the whole system is flawed and racist and really needs to be dismantled for the abuse of power that they have-”

“Abuse? Of power?” You have their attention again.

“It’s stupid and it won’t really make any sense if I try to explain because I doubt you have anything similar but it’s basically a group of people given the right to treat the public in anyway they like for their own benefit because they have no one telling them that they can’t.” You groan and slowly begin to feel your lack of sleep catch up to you. 

You slowly reach to behind you and sit down on the dirt, looking at all of them. “Mr. Dragmire wasn’t like...Demise or anything but he was a huge jerk. No one liked him. He liked me though. I remember that. I was the envy of the whole school because I somehow got on his good side while everyone else wants to strangle him. I think he was transferred for some misdemeanor or something like that... like he might have been throwing hands with someone he wasn’t supposed to. I never heard all the details. I didn’t really care for it when it happened either. I’m pretty sure he lost that fight though. The dude looked like a blast of wind could have knocked him over let alone someone’s knuckle sandwich.”

“I would love to hear more about this.” The youngest sits next to you with a large grin on his face. His eyes are bright and his body language reminds you of your cousin Zelda. You instantly think they’d get along like a house on fire. “What are your monsters like?”

“Monsters?” You tilt your head. “Be a little more specific bud, it depends on where you’re from.”

“You have that many?!”

“It depends on if you believe they’re real or not.”

“Speaking of monsters, can you fight?” The shortest walks up to you. You like that his tunic is stitched up with multiple colors and designs. It gives it personality, you think. “Do you have a weapon you’re more comfortable with?”

The question throws you off your rhythm and you don’t fight your wince. “What would happen if I say that I do not, in fact, have any sort of weapon on me?”

“I wouldn’t believe you.” Pink guy speaks up again. “That pack is huge, there has to be something in there.”

“It’s food, water and extra clothes my guy.” You lean back against said backpack since it won’t let you lay down with it still on. “Not a lot of space for anything else. I’m pretty good at hand to hand combat though. Karate’s a good way to fight out stress.” 

“Your bag’s not magic?”

“Why the hell would it be magic? ...Are you trying to tell me magic actually exists?” You raise an eyebrow as your eyes begin to close against your will. “I know my grandma said it does but I thought she meant like fairies and shadow demons.. and bigfoot. Can’t forget him, he’s the real MVP... You know...Children’s bedtime stories and stuff like that, it’s not real. But like magic magic? Magic items and the like? Find me Tinkerbell and I’ll show you Neverland, that’s what I say.”

“Are you serious?”

“Second star to the right, straight on till morning.” You respond.

There’s a moment of silence as the group in front of you processes your words. It’s hard to tell their reaction since you’re not looking at them but you no longer have the energy to do anything else.

“Are you falling asleep right now?” It’s the one they called Wild.

“I...” You try to open your eyes. They don’t budge. “I haven’t slept in nearly 20 hours... I think. I might have past 24 hours a while ago actually. Portal showed up at like four in the morning... I had to get up at six and I didn’t sleep at all before then.”

More silence.

“Great another one.” Someone scoffs.

You snort.

“Why did we pack up camp again?”

“No one kill me.” You say right before you lose consciousness. “Please and thank you.”

“They’re doomed.”

“Have some faith Vet. They stepped in for their little brother. That has to mean something?”

“They’re in for a rude awakening, and that’s all I have to say about it.”

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

The Bet (Bakugou x reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x female reader Word count: 2,653 Warnings: 18+, orgasm denial, over stimulation Notes: An excellent idea I had one day. I was originally going to send this idea in an ask to @lady-bakuhoe (especially since the idea came from something she said once), but I never got around to it and then realized I could write it for Bakugou’s birthday bash. I hope this is good, this is my second 18+ fic and the first one to actually have vaginal penetration, so I hope I did it justice.

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"Bakugou's hot, but he's probably terrible at sex," you said to a friend once.

You were in your workshop. And your friend was free and decided to come around. She was an old classmate from U.A.’s support course. You rarely saw each other since graduating. But whenever you did see her, it was always an enjoyable experience. So it was decided that you would catch up while you were working.

The conversation somehow led to the point where she started pondering how the pro heroes could do the deed. Of course, she mainly mentioned the popular ones. Which led her to mention Bakugou.

"What was that!?" Bakugou came barreling into the room. A vein bulging from his forehead.

Perhaps it would have been best if you remembered that you were finishing up a project for Bakugou. And that he was in the next room waiting for it to be done. You didn’t know him well the first two years in U.A., but the last year you were given the task of inventing something for him. Ever since then, you had taken more jobs for him and became friends of a sort.

It was too late to take your words back now, and you just had to roll with it. Plus, it was the truth.

"I said you'd be terrible at sex."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you could be! How do you know? Last I checked, you still had your v-card."

"Does he really?" Your friend asked, her emotions a combination of shock and amusement.

"Yeah." You laughed.

"Shut up! I'd be the best at it, and you know it!"

"No, I bet you wouldn’t."

"I bet would!"

"Prove it!"

"Fine! Let's settle this right now!"

His words catch you off guard, but you aren't losing to him. "O-okay! As long as you're paying for the hotel room."

You and Bakugou left the room. You looking up a good place on your phone. And your friend sat there, wide eyed, with her mouth gaping.

It went how you expected.

You asked for a room, after having Bakugou’s promise that he'd pay you back. You texted him the room number so he could sneak in from the back without being noticed. Lord knew the media internet would go crazy if they saw pro-hero Dynamite enter a hotel room with some girl. Especially if anyone happened to notice condoms in his pocket. You also made sure to text your friend later and make her promise not to tell anyone.

He was very clearly inexperienced. Jackhammering into you, not even pay attention to your clit. Eventually he did remember that you had to please the other person to be good at sex. But his attempts were clumsy.

You had to remind him to stay quiet several times when his growls got too loud. In an embarrassingly short amount of time, he came and struggled to hide his exhaustion. It ended there.

"See, you're terrible at it. Not even close to cumming." You told him. And with that, you left to go get your vibrator.

It was a while until you saw him again. You were called into another city for work, and was just getting back. And it just so happened that you were back when it was Bakugou’s birthday.

Kirishima and a few other classmates from his U.A. days arranged a party at his place, one you were doubtful that Bakugou had agreed to. You were invited, which surprised you, but you accepted. You did your best to converse, but it was difficult when you didn’t know most of them particularly well. You mostly hung around Bakugou.

As evening bled into night, people slowly began leaving. You hadn’t left yet because you, quite frankly, had nothing better to do. Though, you thought it would be nice if you could catch up with Bakugou alone.

The conversation was fairly mundane. Work, news. At least both of your workplaces were fairly interesting. He had the usual angry bite to his voice, but you expected it of him at this point. You were asking him about how the improvement you finished for him was working out, when he had a faraway look in his eyes. His cheeks had turned a red color. You asked him what he was thinking about.

"We still haven't settled our bet!" He said.

"What?"

"Our bet! You said I was bad at sex!"

"This again? I thought we settled it. And, as I said, you were bad at it."

"No! That was just a fluke! We're gonna do it again!"

You let out a sigh. "Nothing's going to change. We already did it once and know the answer."

"You're just saying that because you're afraid you're going to lose." He pointed at you.

That was it.

"No," you glared, "I'm not."

"Then what's stopping you!?"

"Nothing!" You stood up. "Where’s the bedroom?"

With a smirk, he pointed with his thumb.

How did you get yourself into this? Well, you said you didn’t have anything better to do.

You confidently strode over to the bed. Throwing the bottom half of your clothes off, you got onto the mattress and waited. He wasted no time in undoing his belt with a quick jingle, and climbed over you. You felt the bed dip under your combined weight as he ran a finger against your folds.

He pushed one finger into your hole. Last time he had just tried to shove his length in, which is why his new behavior confused you. Though you didn’t dwell on it. Your tight walls clamped down on his finger as he added a second one. You hissed at the stretch. He shoved them in and out of you, knuckles deep. His fingers brushed against your sensitive spot. You bit your lip in an attempt to not buck into his fingers.

"Everything alright?"

The words alone would have made you believe he was genuinely concerned. But you saw his face, his smirk. His words dripped with sarcasm.

"Yeah, of course. Just waiting for you to actually be good at this," you retorted.

Your comment didn’t seem to have any effect on his ego. He twisted his digits around, until they brushed against a spot that almost made you lose your composure.

You hoped he didn't notice, but he must have, because he applied more pressure to it. The sheets bunched up in your hands as you grasped at anything to stop the moan that threatened to escape from your throat.

Your breaths became labored and inconsistent. To your embarrassment, you could hear the wet slide of his finger that came out only to hit the spot once more. A pressure built up inside of you, begging to be released the more intense it became.

A long whine escaped from you, still heard even with your mouth closed. Your thoughts blurred. You were close. You tried to resist at first, but was slowly surrendering.

Almost as soon as you had come to accept it, it stopped. Your heart rate quickened as if facing a fatal misfortune.

"What? You weren’t going to cum if I'm bad at sex, right? Or do you want to be wrong?"

No. Your pride was on the line and you weren’t losing.

He got on top of you. You sunk further into the mattress with his arms caging you in. You could smell yourself on his fingers. He tugged down his pants and boxers, finally releasing his cock from its confines.

You pursed your lips at seeing how large it was. You didn’t think you'd see it again after the first time. The blond ripped a condom out of the crinkling plastic and put it on.

He ran the tip along your slit. It pushed against your clit. You grasped the covers and bit your lip to conceal a whine. Collecting your arousal. This was different from last time. He just stuck it in.

He was taking so long to just stick it in! Your hole clenched around nothing in anticipation. It was almost like he was being slow on purpose. Making you desperate for him after you challenged him.

You must have accidentally shown some of your frustration on your face. He leaned in with a smirk. His breath fanning your warm face as his tip pushed even harder against your sensitive bud. You let out a gasp.

"What's wrong, princess?" He said mockingly. Enjoying your pain. God, you wished you could punch him.

"Nothing, just wonder when y--" he suddenly pushed into you, not even letting you finish.

Your mouth gaped open and eyes widened, feeling him invade your pussy. His smirk grew and he repositioned himself. His mouth was at your neck. You could feel his sharp breaths on you.

"You can't handle my cock when I haven't even moved yet?" His growls vibrated against your skin. "Need me to stay still even longer?"

You couldn't let him win. You were never going to give him that satisfaction. "No," you lied.

You regretted it immediately. His length started pistoning in and out of you. So fast you almost lost yourself.

His hips slightly adjusted their thrusts. Confusion began to show on your face until it twisted back into shocked pleasure when he hit that perfect spot. You couldn’t stop a moan from tumbling out of your mouth. That little ba-

"Ah-hh!" He kept hitting it at an unforgiving pace.

“Heh. You’re enjoying it this much already?”

“No--” you were cut off by a moan escaping your throat. “God, right there.”

You could feel him grin as he began biting your neck. Licking, and teasing where you were most sensitive. All the while, he moved a hand down to your neglected clit. He rubbed circular motions into it. A small moan tumbled out of you.

You could feel it, a heat intensifying again. A lot faster after being edged the first time. It was coming. You were going to cum. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but you were so close.

He must have been able to tell. Because he slowed. Oh, he slowed to a painful pace. Your eyes went wide in panic.

"What are you doing?! Why did you--?" One quick thrust interrupted you before slowing again. You were hating this new habit of his.

"Nothing. Just not letting you cum until you beg for it. So beg."

You shook your head. You were dripping. Your primal instincts screaming at you. But you had enough wits about you to not sacrifice your dignity.

He shrugged, the slightest bit of irritation in his face. "Suit yourself."

He continued at the same, slow, painful pace. You withheld a whine of quickly losing the promise of a release. Gradually he began going faster. Consistent, quick claps filled the room once more. You twisted the soft sheets in your hand. Trying to hide how quickly the pressure was built up again.

He was making an absolute mess out of your pussy and of you.

“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted to get fucked real good.” His pace was relentless. Words couldn’t even form in your head from the overstimulation.

Almost there. Almost- then any sort of stimulation stopped again.

You felt like crying. No, you were crying. Desperate to meet your end. Your attempts to be subtle while helpless grinding on his cock was pathetic. And you knew it.

He let you fall from your high, only to build you back up again. Your body writhing, feeling every cell in your body overheating.

"What's wrong? Need me to make you feel good? Need me to finish you off? That's right! You need me right now. Me and my cock."

Your mind was too clouded to even create a witty response. He wasn't this good last time! What happened?

Your eyes went wide at this realization. "How are you--?"

"I did my research."

"I thought Midoriya was the only one who would- ah-h!"

"Don't," he gave an extra hard thrust, hitting your cervix, "say his name. I should be," he pounded into you at every word like a punctuation, "the only person you can even think of right now."

You frantically nodded, completely forgetting about the competition you had made this out to be.

A strong arm wrapped around you, holding you against him. He grinned while staring at your face, contorting in pleasure.

You let out a long whine, combined with a sob. "Please," you said, forgetting everything. Screw your dignity and pride. You couldn’t take this anymore.

"Please what?" He teased, savoring the victory on his tongue.

"Please," you mindlessly babbled. Tears rolled down your face as your resolve shattered, "please let me cum. Please. Please. Please."

"Well, all you had to do was ask." He hit the perfect spot in you. Over and over again, while rolling your clit between his fingers.

Almost instantly, it all returned and you felt yourself gushing all over him. Relief and euphoria flooding through you. He kept thrusting into you during your orgasm, making your brain spark and sputter.

As you started to come down from your high, was when he came undone. He grunted and gave one shove to the hilt, creating a large wet slap.

He slumped over somewhat, having lost his rigid energy from before. He pulled out of you. Your own liquid running out and making your skin sensitive to the air. Your breaths were still deep. You tried to pull yourself together as quickly as you could and started to sit up.

"No way, sister." He pushed you back down by your shoulders. He threw the used condom to the side and put a new one on in a fluid motion. He was already hard again… "We're not done yet."

He pushed calculated thrusts into your sopping pussy. Continuing at a pace only a hero could so short after cummimg. His strong hands clamped down on your hip, letting him roll into you more easily. Constant pressure to your g-spot made your eyelids flutter.

It built up and snapped all over again. You moaned out gibberish deliriously. Waves of pleasure washing over you becoming harder to stand.

He showed no sign of stopping. Angling himself to ram into that spot mercilessly. He adjusts his hand to allow his thumb access to your clit. He lifted up your shirt and bra and leaned down to lick and nibble at your breasts. You tried to pull away, the overstimulation being too much, but he held you down.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Body heating up so much you thought you would catch fire. He shoved you over the edge once again. And again. Reminding you of a computer stalling, only to perform the action you wanted far too many times.

His face was twisted in a determined concentration before it finally relaxed in a groan. Finally he came again. He let out a long sigh before letting himself fall on the bed next to you, sweat glistening on his toned body.

You both lay there. Recovering your energy, trying not to give into exhaustion demands to fall asleep. Apparently it took more out of him than he let on. You tried to ignore how wet you felt.

You breathed heavily. Trying to catch your breath. "That was… better."

"Better? Do you know how many times you came?"

"Yeah. But, just," you took a deep breath every word, "not sure. I would have to try again, to really know. It could have been a fluke." You were too tired to even acknowledge your pathetic argument.

"There’s no way it could have been a fluke!"

"It was the last time, according to you. Why can't it be one again." Trying to remember you schedule was getting easier as you came down, but was still hard. "I'm busy tomorrow. Next week?"

"Three days from now."

"Deal."

But you would only have to wait for two.

[nat-seal-well]

Firstly I love you blog so much, Hux is also my fave and you write him so well! It makes me melt 🥺

I was wondering if you could do a fic / if you had any head canons about Hux and the Freelancer in the winter time. I recently moved somewhere where it’s hot all year round and been feeling homesick for chilly weather (and just in general 🥲)

You’re so amazing, sending so much love! 🍃

Aw, thank you so much!! I’m always so happy when people tell me they like how I write him. I’m grateful you think I do him justice 💙 And as someone who always needs the cold and can’t stand heat, my heart goes out to you. Please don’t melt, anon ;-;

Usually it takes me a little while to do requests, but I was off at noon today and home when I got this, and for once the inspiration and motivation hit at the same time. It’s a little bit shorter than what I’ve done in the past, but it felt right when I was done with it. I hope you like it 💙

you can also find this on ao3!

winter is for resting

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The air outside is chilly when Huxley stands out on the back patio of his apartment. He breathes it in deep, letting it fill his lungs and wake him up a little more. It’s clean and fresh, and the feel of it on his face makes him smile.

Dahlia is currently in the throes of winter, and at five in the morning, the sky is still pitch-black. There’s no snow though, but that isn’t too surprising. It’s usually too warm for that. And when the temperature is cold enough, the weather is almost always dry. It’s a big change from his hometown.

Huxley expects clouds at least, but he’s pleasantly surprised to find none when he looks up. Stars greet him instead: tiny, glittering chips of ice that match the weather. He stares at them, admiring the way more stand out against the rest of the universe the longer he watches.

Mornings like this are his favorite. He likes spring and summer, sure—that’s when things are green and growing. And fall is nice, with all of the colors on the trees. Like one of those paintings. The ones where it’s just a bunch of little dots. Impression… something? The ones you can find in museums? But there’s just something alluring about winter.

He doesn’t know what it is, exactly. Well, maybe he does, but just doesn’t know how to put it into words. Not in a way that will make sense to other people.

Most of them, anyway.

The feeling of an arm wrapping around his own pulls Huxley from his thoughts. He doesn’t jump—he knows who it is—and looks down to see Freelancer peering back at him. They still look half-asleep, with wild hair and tired shadows under their eyes. Huxley doesn’t like those at all. They had another late night. But there’s a smile and a soft expression he can see even in the dark of morning.

Freelancer looks at him like how he was looking at the stars, all admiration, and that makes him feel warm and keeps away the cold.

It also makes him grin. Most things they do have that effect. “Mornin’,” Huxley tells them. “You’re up early.”

“You got up first,” is all they say, and try to stifle a yawn. It doesn’t work. “The bed’s freezing without you.”

“Only because you want the fan on all the time. It’s, like, middle of winter, babe.” He can hear the steady hum of it even from here, with the back door still open.

Freelancer wraps their arms around themself to keep warm, and Huxley drapes one of his own across their shoulders. They lean into his touch. “I like the noise. And I’d get too warm for blankets without it. Gotta stay cold so I don’t get hot.”

That sounds familiar. He laughs. “You really should meet Xavier,” he says. “You’d get along well.”

“I want to meet all of your team. From the way you talk about them, they seem nice.”

Huxley rubs their shoulder as they yawn again. “They are. But you should, like, probably go back to bed if you’re still tired.”

Unfortunately, Freelancer is nothing if not stubborn. “Sun will be up soon,” they insist. “I have plans to meet with Damien to practice—”

He quiets them by placing a finger over their lips, in a shushing motion. The touch is soft against his skin. “You were up working super-late, babe. Catch a breather, yeah?”

“I don’t want to fall behind…”

“You won’t if you take a day off. But you will if you don’t take care of yourself. If you go at a hundred percent all the time you’ll end up burning out,” he tells them. “I gotta tell the team the same thing, like, almost every day.”

And they don’t have an argument for that. Freelancer turns their attention to the little courtyard in the apartment complex instead. A tree grows in the middle of the lawn, and it clearly has been for a long time. Branches stretch up into the black and the stars. A significant amount of its leaves have dropped for the season, scattered in the green.

“...That’s an oak, isn’t it?” Freelancer asks, as though Huxley hasn’t just tried his best to lecture them in the gentle way he usually does. He’s pretty sure that they’re trying to change the subject. And by pretty sure, he means confident and without a doubt.

Unfortunately for them, though, Huxley knows Freelancer very well. As well as he knows his trees.

“Yeah, man.”

“I bet it was really pretty a few months ago,” Freelancer says musingly, almost as if to themself. “When I was little and my family would go camping, I used to look for acorns. I would pick up the ones without their tops and look for caps that matched. It used to make me sad, because I thought all the trees were dead. Things always look so bleak in winter.”

“People always think everything’s dead this time of year.” Huxley eyes the fallen leaves. “I mean… it makes sense. I guess it looks like it? Especially the deciduous trees—the oaks and stuff. But it’s all still alive, you know? They’re just… quieter. I like winter. I mean, yeah, it’s cold as shit, but like… it shows you how cool nature is.

“And oaks, most of ‘em, they drop leaves in winter and people think they’re sick or something, but they’re not. I don’t know. I just think they’re neat. Oaks are strong as hell. Sometimes they just need a little nap, and then they come back like they always do, all green and bright.” Huxley pauses to watch the wind as it rustles the tree. Leaves flutter to the grass like snow. “And in fall, jays hide acorns in the ground. Like how squirrels hide nuts. And the ones they don’t eat, those stay buried and grow. And it helps the forests.”

“I didn’t know that. About jays, I mean,” Freelancer says after listening, taking in his words and processing them. He loves them for it, for the way they never mind letting him talk. There really isn’t anyone else who will do that for him. Not here, anyway. Not really. But Huxley’s starting to get off-track now; he’s gotta stay focused. There’s a point to this that he’s trying to make.

“It’s like, super sick. Circle of life and all that. Symbiosis. Everything needs something else to help them stay alive and grow. Even people.” He glances down. “...Even you, babe.”

Freelance laughs then. “I had a feeling this would turn into one of your self-care speeches, somehow.”

Huxley just smiles unabashedly and says, “You had it comin’. Stop driving yourself into the ground for once. And let me help you once in a while. You’re not an acorn anymore. You’re an oak; like, crazy-strong and resilient. But oaks still take a break in winter. You should, too.”

They exhale; a brief puff of white that vanishes. “I guess… I’m not gonna meet up with Damien until late afternoon. I can go back to bed for a little while.” Their eyes meet his, almost sheepish. “...Come with me?”

And that’s something he doesn’t even have to pretend to consider. Besides, the only reason Huxley even got up this early was because he wanted to go for a jog. That can always happen later; there’s plenty of time in the day for a run, but only a couple of hours where he can curl up under the blankets with his favorite Freelancer. Maybe Huxley can even turn off the fan and open the bedroom window so that both of them can breathe in the clean, crisp air, and really rest. Winter is for sleeping, for recovering.

“Hell yeah. You don’t have to ask me twice.”

He can’t wait to see how they’ll bloom in spring.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Rating all the Catified enemies in Bowser’s Fury!

With the release of Super Mario 3D World on Switch, we got a fantastic little game! Bowser’s Fury! It’s like a sequel to Mario Sunshine with 3D World mechanics, it’s a delight! it has the mod Sockop seal of approval! But that’s not why I’m here today, I’m here because this game gave us Cat versions of 3D world enemies! Complete with fur, tails and little cat ears! In this post, I’ll be rating these catified designs, as an excuse to show them all to you dear reader!

Name: Cat Biddybud

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Starting off strong, Biddybuds are some of my fave Mario creatures, and this look fits them well, the paws and tail look natural on their spherical body! And the fur looks like a fine velvet!

9/10  Would pet.

Name: Cat Blockstepper

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Blocksteppers are also already perfect, with their funny hats and their trumpet mouths. However, this cat form doesn’t give them fur, or paws or a tail at all! just some cat ears! Which I’m not even sure are part of their actual body! They could just be glued onto their hats, I hope it’s actually part of their bodies and they made little holes on the hats so they can poke them out.

4/10  Blocksteppers seem to have arrived too late at the Catification center, they only had spare cat ears left.

Name: Cat Bob-omb

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Another one that got the short end of the stick! No fur, no paws, not even a tail! Just cat ears! Both Blocksteppers and Bob-ombs walk thanks to their wind-up keys, so perhaps they only get cat ears because these are not organic creatures! It still seems a bit unfair on the guys, just because they’re automated doesn’t mean they don’t deserve some fuzzy fur!

4/10  You deserve so much more Bob-omb.

Name: Cat Boomerang/Fire/Hammer Bros.

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

The ears don’t look bad at all! But it’s still a very lazy catification, sure, they get fur but it’s so short it might as well not be there.

2/10

Name: Cat Bullet Bill

Debut: Super Mario 3D World

This one’s an interesting case! They’re the only cat enemy not exclusive to Bowser’s Fury, as they appeared in the base 3D World game. Like Bob-ombs and Blocksteppers, they don’t get any fur, so this supports the inorganic creature hypothesis. However these guys DID get a tail! And they look so much better because of it! Why didn’t they give tails to Bob-ombs and Blocksteppers! I demand justice.

6/10  The tail almost makes up for the lack of fur.

Name: Cat Bully

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Now THIS is a catification! Extremely long and luscious fur, you can TELL he grooms himself regularly! Cat Bullies also get a tail, ears, and paws, which fit in very well with their rotund body, as a matter of fact, their iconic horns got completely replaced by the cat ears! Which is a very bold move, but one I support wholeheartedly! Now, does this confirm Bullies are organic creatures? Even though they are clearly made of metal in their base forms? Perhaps the metal is an exoskeleton of sorts, as mod Chikako suggested, whatever the case, I’m glad they got the full fur treatment!

9/10 Fantastic ball of fur.

Name: Cat Cheep Cheep

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

This is a fishy, with fur and cat ears, not very hydrodynamic, fishies are bullet shaped for a reason, but this is ok because they at least look cute!

7/10 Pretty standard catification but it works well!

Name: Cat Coin Coffer

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Ouggoough.... Coin Coffer my beloved.... I wanna pet him so badly now... I guess sticking cat ears and fur on an orbular character just works!! And look at those paws! This is a novelty coin purse if I’ve ever seen one!

8/10

Name: Cat Conkdor

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Well, this is certainly something, I adore Conkdor, another mario creature very dear to my heart. Not sure I love this catification though, the tail looks good but the cat ears look very awkward, and it’s very unsettling to see a bird with fur instead of feathers. But don’t worry Conkdor you still look great, it’s just not your style y’know?

3/10

Name: Cat Flopter

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

I really like Flopters! they have a Bee-like body with Dragonfly-like goggles, and they fly like a helicopter! Very charming little dudes often forgotten.

The cat ears complement the goggles extremely well! They looked a bit too bald in their base forms. And I bet those paws make landing easier! Good for them.

8/10   Award winner for best use of Cat ears.

Name: Cat Fuzzler

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Fuzzlers are already a delight, there’s not a lot you can do to improve perfection, and I guess the devs took that personally because this is a very light catification, I guess they couldn’t give them fur since they’re supposed to look spiky and not soft, but I still wish they did. They do have tails but they’re oddly short, more like a nub, they deserve longer tails! They’d look so good while rolling!

5/10  They don’t deserve a vestigial tail.

Name: Cat Fuzzy

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Very lazy catification, their oily shinyness doesn’t play well with the cat ears and tail. I’m sorry little one...

2/10

Name: Cat Goomba (Brown)

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

You might be wondering why I put their color in parenthesis, well, this is not the first Cat Goomba we got, 3D World has an orange Cat Goomba that actually pounces like a cat. The implication seems to be that the orange one is a Goomba that used a Super Bell, while this brown one is just a Goomba that got Catified by whatever catification forces are present in Lake Lapcat. Back to the rating, I love their little white/brown color scheme! Fits them very well, and they get little whisker-like stripes too!

9/10  Good Kittycat.

Name: Cat Koopa Troopa

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

I really dislike this one, why are the cat ears on their cheeks? That looks like it would hurt? I don’t like looking at Cat Koopa for a long time, I think it would’ve been cuter if they put the cat ears on the shell! Maybe it wouldn’t make sense but it would certainly look nicer.

1/10  I can’t give out a 0 because look at that blessed smile...

Name: Cat Magikoopa

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

The ears look very odd, like they’re clipping out of the robe. Very lazy catification. Almost unnoticeable.

2/10

Name: Cat Piranha Plant/Creeper

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

I love these ones they look SO silly, just stick some ears on their orb heads and you got a great kittycat! The fur also doesn’t look unnatural, there are fuzzy plants in real life!

8/10  Would pet carefully.

Name: Cat Rammerhead

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

I also like this one quite a bit! The ears fit well with their already ridiculous head, they just look like rounder spikes! It’s like they were meant to have ears! The lavender fur looks very nice. The tail also looks very cute, completely replacing their caudal fin, how do you seem with that buddy?

8/10  Very wet kitty.

Name: Cat Skipsqueak

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

WOW!!! This one is basically perfect! This is the ONLY catification to change the colors of the base creature! And for the better! They’re now a very vivid electric blue instead of the dull light blue of their non-cat selves. This one’s also the only mammal enemy, so their cat features look completely natural and fitting!

10/10  Very cute fat catmouse.

Name: Cat Snow Pokey

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Yeah this one’s arguably the laziest catification, their ears are barely visible too, but they still look cute and not unsettling! So I really can’t complain too much.

4/10

Name: Cat Spike

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Spike always has such an expression of pure existential dread I can’t tear my eyes away from it... It looks like he’s not handling the catification too well... He probably feels very weird being suddenly covered in fur. They did get a cute little patch of white fur on their belly, which I think is an improvement to the design!

7/10  Hope you’re ok there buddy.

Name: Cat Splounder

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

YESSSSSSSS I LOVE SPLOUNDERS SO MUCH!!!! When I found out they got in the game I was SO happy, this catification is top notch as well! The cat ears fit in like they always belonged! And the salmon-colored fur is one heck of a look! They also got a long tail which hangs peacefully underwater, making them look like a cute comma!

10/10 Cat Splounder my beloved...

Name: Cat Stingby

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

As we already know, putting a tail and cat ears on a sphere looks really good! So this guy is a winner by default! I think the paws are slightly unsettling since they’re just hanging there... Never to be used. But it’s ok, I’m sure they don’t get in the way too much.

9/10 Fuzzy bees are always a win.

Name: Cat Seagull

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

To finish off this post! The most important introduction to the Mario universe by far! Cat Seagull!

This is positively delightful, they look so silly and mindless. They’re just vibing and I respect them so much for that. They probably don’t even know they have cat ears, but that doesn’t matter. Only thing that matters is existing and these guys are killing it at that!

10/10 I wanna live like you.

[simplysimpingsimp]

Hiya!!

Can I get a oneshot where the reader is zenitsu’s older sister and she almost dies trying to save him from a demon.

You know this is kinda depressing you can add a fluff ending if you want uwu

Hi hi anon !! I’m super sorry for taking so long to get to your request ToT so thank you for being patient with me !! I really like the concept of this prompt it’s so ooooo if that makes sense TT so I hope I did it justice haha ! As always, I’m super sorry for any mistakes, please let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to fix or change, I will gladly go back and rewrite <3

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She giggled softly as she was embraced by her raven haired younger brother, “Don’t worry Zeni, I’ll be fine. We need the money after all! Big sis will take care of you!”

Her smile was bright with determination as she gently pried him off her kimono clad form before kissing his forehead, “I’ll be okay, just wait for me here.”

The memory played over in his head, her bright smile and voice replaced by the image of the body of his older sister lying in front of him, bleeding and unconscious…all because of him.

ꕥ ꕥ ꕥ

“Zenitsu! I told you not to go around trying to marry a girl who said no already!” Y/n scolded him as she dragged him away by the collar of his plain olive colored haori.

An embarrassed blush riddled her cheeks as she had apologized to the girl he had been bothering before dragging him away, and now the stares of onlookers were on her and Zenitsu’s unapologetically loud sobbing form.

Zenitsu’s arms flailed all around uselessly, whines and sobs escaping his lips, “But she said she would!! I need to get married as soon as possible before I die,” he cried out.

She sighed softly before shaking her head, the frown on her face being replaced by a light giggle, “You don’t need to get married yet bub, you’re still young — you’ll live for a long time.”

She stopped in front of the door of their shabby home, opening the sliding door with a quick pull.

“We’re home,” she traditionally announced despite no one else living there — though she would scare Zenitsu by saying there were ghosts there.

“One..two..three!” She counted down before tossing him into their small deteriorating home, landing him onto a pile of pillows and cushioned fabric she fashioned into a futon.

“N/N YOU'RE SO MEAN,” he whimpered with a pout as he sat up, “WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DO THAT?!”

“Sorry sorry, but hey! At least we’ve mastered landing you on something comfy,” she spoke sheepishly as she smiled gently at Zenitsu closing the sliding door to their home before kneeling down in front of him.

Her hands gently took a hold of his, “One day little brother, I’ll get us out of this crumby little house and into a nicer place where there won’t be ghosts.”

He looked at her with tears in his honey colored eyes, vision blurry from the blobs of salty water and yet he could still see the warm look in her e/c eyes and the soft smile full of love.

Zenitsu was more than content with the life he had, sure it was difficult to get by sometimes and he felt terrible that he couldn’t do much to help her and the feeling was more amplified when she would sacrifice her own food for him to have more but he was happy with the time he spent with her. He loved her dearly and thought of her as his blood related sister despite the fact that she actually informally adopted and took him in.

“Ah it’s getting late! I have to get ready for the job I got,” she mused happily before standing up and heading into the small cabinet to fish out one of her nicer kimonos.

“Not too bad,” Y/n smiled happily and headed off to get dressed.

A terrible feeling lingered in Zenitsu’s chest as if something were going to happen. A quiet whimper escaped his lips as thought of ways to convince her to stay home but there was something about the joyful sound in her heart that was stopping him.

She came out dressed in a softly colored f/c kimono, “Too much or too little?”

“N/N PLEASE DONT GO OUTSIDE,” Zenitsu sobbed before latching onto the bottom hem of her kimono subsequently hugging her legs tightly, “PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!”

“Zenitsu! What’s gotten into you?!“ Y/n squeaked as she did her best to pry off his crying form.

“WAAAAH N/N I-I JUST HAVE AN AWFUL FEELING ABOUT YOU GOING OUTSIDE AND I HAVE A TUMMY ACHE SO I NEED YOU TO TAKE CARE OF MEEEEE SO I DONT DIIE,” he nuzzled his face into the fabric of her kimono before he was fully pried off and gently tossed onto the bunch of pillows.

She huffed gently before approaching his balled up form, a light smile on her face as she kneeled down cautiously to avoid staining her kimono.

A soft hand found it’s way to Zenitsu’s shoulder, “It’s just a few hours, I’ll be okay.”

He looked up at her before diving into her arms, embracing her tightly as a child would to their mother. Zenitsu’s sobs became softer as her hand gently stroked his hair and she quietly hummed him a lullaby.

She giggled softly as she was embraced by her raven haired younger brother, “Don’t worry Zeni, I’ll be fine. We need the money after all! Big sis will take care of you!”

Her smile was bright with determination as she gently pried him off her kimono clad form before kissing his forehead, “I’ll be okay, just wait for me here.”

She walked to the door, Zenitsu following behind her as he fought the urge to pull her back in, “I’ll be off now. See ya in a few hours!”

He watched her form walk away before waving at him from a bit of distance. The cheery bright smile on her gentle pink lips made him sigh as he kept attempting to convince himself that nothing would happen to her.

ꕥ ꕥ ꕥ

Following into the night, Y/n left the restaurant with a determined smile as she gripped onto the money she was paid.

“Zeni, I’ll definitely get us out of there one day!” She happily cheered to herself as she tucked away the money in a small pouch and put it into the obi of her kimono.

A lingering sense of dread was on her shoulders as she felt eyes watching her. E/c eyes narrowed as she pinpointed where the gaze was coming from with her enhanced sense.

Urgency filled her steps as she began to walk in a different direction from her home as she silently prayed that it was just a false feeling and that no one was following her though she knew well enough that her intuition was never wrong.

The feeling persisted as she walked around enough to end up right back at the restaurant. A lump caught in her throat as she heard the steps come closer as her eyes looked around but she couldn’t find shelter as all the restaurants and doors were closed, there was only the darkness from the sky and poorly lit lanterns lit the way.

She heard rapid running steps, “N/N!!!!!!”

Her eyesight caught sight of Zenitsu running at her, diving into her arms, “YOU TOOK TOO LONG I COULDNT WAIT ANYMORE,” he cried out.

“Zenitsu,” she spoke in a hushed voice as she held him close, “I need you to listen very carefully. There is someone behind us right now. You’re gonna run back home while I keep them distracted and then I’ll come back the long way, okay?”

A sob got stuck in his throat, “YAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! NO I CANT DO THAT N/N!!”

“Yes you can, do as I say, Zenitsu. I love you okay? Now go!” She gently shoved him off, sending him in the direction of their home.

He heard the sound of low breathing, the sound of a demon. Tears welled in his eyes as he watched her turn back and face the demon, but what could he do but listen to her?

He took off running, hoping someone would help them. The sound of rapid running steps filled his ears and the gurgling hissing sounds of the demon. Zenitsu screamed as he looked at its face, full of horns and strange markings on its skin, it’s fangs bared and forked tongue showing.

Zenitsu collapsed on the ground as he was kicked down by the demon, a loud laughter erupting from it as he watched Zenitsu crash into boxes.

“ZENITSU!” She yelled out as she watched the demon pick up his barely conscious body with ease.

Zenitsu watched the demon with a clawed hand go in to cut him up, yet the blow never came instead he was now the ground covered in dirt as a blood pool formed where the demon stood.

A loud cry and stuttered sob came from the person before him.

It was her…

Y/n’s body was still in the demon’s grasp, her chest slashed with what looked like deep claw marks, eyes widened with pain as blood seeped into her beautiful kimono, her breath becoming uneven and panting as she struggled in its grip.

How could she have taken his place? She had pried him out the demon’s grip, pushing him away and took his place before the demon could notice. Her movement was as fast as lightning..

“R-Run Zeni,” she managed to speak before her eyes painfully shut.

Zenitsu watched with widened eyes as the demon lapped at the spilling blood, fear and anger bubbled in him. Yet he remained frozen in place, the memory of his beloved sister’s determined smile played in his mind, all of her scolding and happiness, would be gone in an instant. But what could he do…he was powerless against the demon. Perhaps his fate was to end up like her, slowly dying at the hands of a demon.

Suddenly a loud pained cry filled his ears, he looked up with fear as he watched the demon begin to choke, throwing down his sister’s body. A loud thud and gurgle coming from her barely conscious form.

“THAT WENCH, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HER BLOOD,” he heard the demon spat clawing at its own throat, its skin bubbling as if it had contact with poison before a mysterious figure of a male beheaded him.

“Kaigaku, I told you to read the situation before you go in,” the voice of an old man could be heard following close behind the male now known as Kaigaku.

Kaigaku sneered in the direction of Zenitsu crying, who now held onto the bleeding form of his sister before walking away. Tears heavily flowed down his cheeks as he did his best to stop the bleeding in her chest.

The old man approached Zenitsu, his sight set on Y/n, “She’ll live. I’ll take you both in in exchange for something.”

“PLEASE PLEASE JUST SAVE HER,” Zenitsu cried out as he heard her pulse become weaker and weaker in his grasp.

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A blurry warm white light filled her vision as her eyes fluttered opened. Groggily she sat up propping herself up with her forearms, a gentle seering pain could be felt in her chest.

She looked down and saw her chest bandaged, a light blush on her cheeks as the bandages seemed fresh.

“N/N!” She heard Zenitsu’s familiar cry as he rushed into the room she was in, immediately diving into her arms, nuzzling into her shoulder as he sobbed away gripping onto her form.

She giggled softly as her arms wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace, her own eyes teary as she held him close, “It’s okay Zeni, I’m alright.”

An old man entered the room, “ZENITSU WE’RE NOT DONE WITH YOUR TRAINING FOR TODAY!!”

“N/N HIDE ME PLEASE GRAMPS JIGORO KEEPS TEELING ME TO DO THINGS I DONT WANT TO DOOOOOOOOO!!” He cried into her shoulder.

She looked in the direction of the man, an embarrassed smile on her lips, “Thank you sir for saving my life and Zenitsu’s.”

“It was nothing, but he,” he spoke pointing his cane in the direction of Zenitsu, “He promised to go through training to become a demon slayer!”

“Is that so?” She spoke in a hushed voice, “Zenitsu, you have to follow through now. A promise is a promise,” her voice stern as she gently pried him off.

“BUT ITS SO HARD AND HES SO MEAN,” he whimpered as he attempted get back into her grasp, “AND YOU JUST WOKE UP I WANT TO SPEND SOME TIME WITH MY SISTER!”

She giggled quietly, “I’m sorry to impose but would it be alright if I had him just for today? You can make his training twice as hard tomorrow,” she teased with a gentle smug smile before a loud inexplicable sound escaped Zenitsu.

“That’s fine by me,” the old man, now known as Jigoro, spoke before walking away.

“Salt and betrayal,” Zenitsu said with a pout, a quiet sniffle audible from him and tears streamed down his cheeks, his arms crossed across his chest.

She laughed softly as she pulled him into a hug, a soft wince from her as she exerted her chest, “I’m sorry bud, but isn’t it worth it?”

He hummed as he cuddled into her, “I’m sorry I’m always a burden to you..” his voice trailed.

“Hey, you’re never a burden to me — you never have been and never will be. You’re my younger brother, so I will do everything I can to protect you and take care of you, okay? Because I love you Zeni,” her voice gentle as she gently kissed the top of his head.

“I love you too N/n, thank you for taking me in that day,” he spoke with a bright voice as he held onto his sister.

Y/n laughed softly, “Of course! I’m gonna ask Jigoro-San if he could train me as well, once I recover.”

“NOOOOOO N/N I NEED YOU TO BAIL ME OUT OF TRAINING NOT JOIN TOO,” he cried out as his grip tightened around her.

“Nope, you’ve already made your promise! It’ll be you and me together like always,” she smiled gently, as she looked into his eyes.

“Promise?” His voice quiet as she wiped away his tears, looking into the warm e/c eyes of sister he loved dearly.

“I promise.”

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ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ! ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs/ᴀsᴋs/ɪᴅᴇᴀs/ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs/ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs/ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ !! sᴇᴇ ʏᴀʟʟ sᴏᴏɴ <3

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[idkxwriting]

We’re Not Friends

Author: idkhaylijah

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader, mentions of Elijah x Hayley

Word Count: 2.5K

Request: Requested by anon - Hi! Can I request an Elijah x reader one-shot; the reader is jealous of Hayley, who keeps trying to hit on Elijah even though he’s taken? Oh, and maybe the reader is super clingy cause she wants to show Hayley that she doesn’t share? Hope it makes sense, haha 

A/N: 18+ smut  Idk if I did this justice - I’m just kind of running with these one-shots and not checking them that hard lol and I think I may have gone a slightly different direction? This one was a little tough, because I’m a big believer in playing it cool lol. Idk...vampire smut so hopefully you enjoy, anon!

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I am not a jealous person, Y/N reminded herself for the umpteenth time as Hayley tucked her hair behind her ears, flashing Elijah a bashful smile.

She watched them for a moment from across the room, Elijah saying something that had caused Hayley to laugh. He smiled in return, and Hayley placed her hand on his arm, leaning up and whispering in his ear. If Y/N wasn’t seeing red already, she would have lost it when Hayley leaned up on her toes, kissing him sweetly on the cheek before stepping away.

Y/N watched Elijah watching her walk away, growing more jealous with each second that passed and hating every moment of it. She shook the thought away, resolving to not let it ruin her night, and moved across the room toward him.

She was stopped by Klaus, pulling her effortlessly into his arms and moving across the dance floor. “I thought you couldn’t make it this evening, love,” he smiled knowingly at her.

She turned her head, searching for Elijah. “Well, I’m here….” she muttered.

He twirled her, pulling her in once more and forcing her eyes to meet his. “I’m sure your schedule miraculously clearing up would have nothing to do with a certain wolf being back in town…”

She glared at him before glancing away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she grimaced. Was she that obvious?

“Well,” Klaus’ breath danced across her skin. “It looks like our little wolf is back and on the hunt.” He tilted his head and she followed his gaze to find Elijah, Hayley clinging to him as they swayed at the other end of the dance floor.

“He can do what he wants,” Y/N all but growled, her frustration growing rapidly - at Elijah, at Hayley, at herself. “We’re just friends…” she had said the lie so many times it fell from her lips with ease.

“You have many talents, Y/N. Lying is not one of them. Besides, love, green isn’t your color,” Klaus smirked and released her, gone before she could tear her eyes away from the scene in front of her.

She blinked, realizing she was alone in a crowded room. She knew she had no right to be jealous, Elijah was more than capable of making his own decisions. She had told him as much, refusing to put a label to anything they were, refusing to be his date so publicly to this stupid ball. He had wanted more and she pushed him away- and for what? So she could continue to build walls and not get hurt?

She scoffed at herself. She had worked so hard to keep him at arms length, and it hadn’t mattered.

She turned once more to find the music shifting into another song, Hayley leaning back to look Elijah in the eyes, as if trying to convey an old feeling.

She considered her options for a moment, no longer caring about the consequences and marching over towards them. She tapped Hayley on the shoulder, who turned with a shocked look. “Y/N, I didn’t think you were coming…”

Y/N smiled tightly at her, turning her gaze towards Elijah. “May I step in?” She asked politely, though she felt anything but. She clutched her hands behind her back, her nerves causing them to shake.

Elijah lifted a brow at her, and turned to address Hayley. “Forgive me,” he said. “Perhaps we can continue this conversation another time.”

Hayley looked between the two of them. “Yea, sure…” she trailed off, shooting Y/N a look before dismissing herself.

They stood and watched each other for a moment before Elijah held his hand out. She took it wordlessly, and they began to move across the floor.

“You came,” Elijah noted after a beat of silence.

She nodded, leaning back to look up at him.

His eyes searched hers and it took her a moment to realize the music had stopped, Klaus tapping a champagne glass to gather the attention of the guests. She hadn’t heard what he said, but followed everyone’s lead to their tables, dinner beginning to be served.

Another pang of jealousy and annoyance shot through her as she realized Hayley had taken the seat next to Elijah, immediately placing her hand on his wrist and leaning in to speak to him.

She took her own seat on Elijah’s other side, Hayley’s movements not lost on her. She shuffled her chair, squirming in her seat.

“Is everything okay?” Elijah asked.

Y/N shook her head. “No, the chair is wobbly…” she shifted again. “I’m sorry, would you mind switching with me?”

She was sure she saw Elijah smirk, and his sister, Rebekah, stifling a laugh from across the table, but she held her ground.

“Of course,” Elijah stood, pulling her chair out and letting her take his seat so he sat between his brother, Kol, and Y/N.

Hayley scoffed and Y/N made herself comfortable. “Much better,” she narrowed her eyes at Hayley.

Kol chuckled. “The chair seems fine now, darling…” he commented with a grin.

Y/N just shrugged, and she scooted in closer to Elijah, aware of everyone’s glances, but pressing forward.

Conversation carried on, which Y/N was grateful for, but as Kol got up to fetch drinks from the bar, Hayley moved to take his seat, asking Elijah if he remembered the time they had attended one of Marcel’s parties together.

Y/N wanted to groan, but instead she placed her hand on Elijah’s leg casually. She was sure she felt his eyes on her, but she ignored it as she continued to trace her thumb along his thigh, leaning into him as she continued her conversation with Rebekah.

She was aware she was laying it on thick, and it made her want to cringe, but she wasn’t about to lose Elijah to his ex without a fight.

Hayley intertwined her fingers with Elijah’s on the table. “We had some fun, you know,” she said.

Y/N had enough, her temper flaring as she turned towards her. She knew Hayley could kick her ass without even breaking a sweat, but she was beyond caring. “Hayley, how’s Jackson, by the way? That’s his name right? The guy you dumped Elijah for?”

The table went silent, all eyes on her. Elijah cleared his throat. “Y/N, a word?” He hissed into her ear, not waiting for a reply before standing and gripping her by the arm. He hauled her away from the table, Rebekah and the remainder of his siblings exchanging smirks.

“See, I told you,” Hayley laughed, leaning back.

“You’re a shameless flirt,” Rebekah remarked.

Hayley shrugged. “It worked, didn’t it? Maybe now Y/N will come to her senses…”

Klaus rolled his eyes. “They’re both fools,” he muttered.

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“Where are we going?” Y/N asked, trying to keep up with Elijah. He had stormed out of the ballroom, straight past the bar and onto the dimly lit patio. String lights gave the small area a soft glow, but he moved them so they were away from prying eyes, warm shadows dancing along their faces.

“What exactly are you doing?” He demanded, releasing his grip.

She shrugged. “You asked me to be your date…”

“And you refused,” he said, still angry at the rejection. He placed a hand in his pocket and shifted his weight away from her.

“I changed my mind.”

He shook his head, frustration playing on his features. “Because of Hayley?”

“Yes!” She exclaimed. “No….I don’t know, okay?”

His jaw clenched. “Y/N, I made it very clear where I stood. I told you I wanted more, that I wanted you…”

“I made a mistake! I just...I’m not good at this, Elijah. And I am sorry, I know I’m late, but I’m here.” Her chest heaved at the confession. “For you,” she added.

“You made it perfectly clear that you and I are nothing more than friends.” He sighed.

She shook her head adamantly. “I know. I messed up, and I’m sorry.” she breathed. “I know I told you that we’re just friends. I’ve been trying to convince myself the same thing for weeks because if I’m being completely honest, what I feel for you? It scares the hell out of me, because we’re not friends, Elijah. I don’t want to just be friends.”

His eyes searched hers for a moment, and she began to wonder if he was searching for a way to let her down softly.

The phrase ‘too little, too late’ danced around her thoughts. She turned away, deciding she wouldn’t survive hearing the words that he had chosen Hayley. “I don’t know why I came, I’m sorry,” she said, walking away before the tears could fall.

She felt his hand on her then, spinning her back to face him. His dark eyes bore into hers, and not for the first time she felt like he could see right through her. His gaze dipped to her lips, and she traced her tongue over them, her mouth suddenly dry as the tension rose.

She wanted to speak, to make him understand that she knew she was broken, but Elijah made her want to be better, to do better. Her words were lost in the haze though, and suddenly he was moving again, his lips descending upon hers.

She had shared several kisses with Elijah, and they were all incredible- she often tried not to think about the experience that came with a thousand years, but loved to reap the benefits of everything he had learned.

Still, this kiss was world-ending.

It was fire and fury, demanding and leaving her no choice but to give in. He spun them, pushing her further back into the shadows, her back hitting the stone wall beside them. She was vaguely aware of his attempt to hide them, to give them privacy, and though she should have cared she found she didn’t.

She only cared about the sudden need to feel him.

Her hands buried into his shirt, bunching the fabric between her fingers. His own trailed down to her hips, the heat seeping through her dress and grabbing greedily.

She trailed down, fumbling with his belt buckle, completely oblivious to the fact that they were still in public.

He pressed into her, and she felt him against her thigh, moaning softly into his kiss. His lips pressed at the corner of her mouth, nipped at her ear and sent shivers down her spine. The tip of his nose traced along her skin, dipping low so he could kiss her neck, bruising the skin until she felt a sharp graze.

She stifled a cry into his shoulder as his teeth sunk in, the pain twisting into pleasure as he drank from her, and she knew he was marking her as his.

He hiked up the skirt of her dress and pushed her panties aside as she undid his pants, freeing him. He trailed one hand down to her thigh, lifting her leg so he could meet her, pressing into her with an urgency she had never experienced before.

They were lost in each other, and there was a small part of her that reminded her she should be quiet, but with each thrust up into her she found it more difficult, her pleasure building. She felt lightheaded, lost in a dream as he continued to thrust harder and harder, his hands rough - a contrast to the way his lips pulled from her neck so sweetly, as if savoring every second.

She had never let him bite her before, and he had never tried. Rebekah had told her once what blood sharing had meant to a vampire, and she knew this was everything to him.

She locked her leg around his, pulling his wrist up to her kiss swollen lips and pressing against his pulse.

He released her neck then, leaning back to take her in, his eyes heavy with want as she met his gaze. His movement paused and she bit her lip, her walls clenching around him.

He groaned and pushed her hair behind her ears, cupping her face and kissing her sweetly before he bit into his own wrist, offering it to her.

She took it willingly, keeping her eyes locked on his as she tasted him. His eyes fluttered shut, pleasure washing over him. His free hand traced his thumb over the punctures on her neck, slowly disappearing as his blood coursed through her. He slammed his hand against the wall, bracing himself as she fed from him, hiding his face in the crook of her neck as he began to move once more, his breath hot on her skin.

He bit once more, and as he pulled her blood she felt everything. Everything she had felt for him, everything he had felt for her, euphoria rushing through her veins and making her skin come alive beneath his touch.

Her belly tightened and she released his wrist, crying out as his hand moved to her mouth, keeping her quiet as her orgasm ripped through her, his quickly behind.

They stood there, panting quietly and catching their breath, when suddenly Elijah moved them. Before she could register what was happening her dress was fixed and she stood, her legs shaky, under the patio lights. Elijah appeared as pristine as ever, as though nothing at all had happened.

“Ahh, there you are, brother,” Klaus stepped out onto the patio. “How was your chat?” He raised his brows innocently and glanced between the two of them. “I trust you were able to work things out?”

“Y/N and I are fine, thank you for the concern, Niklaus,” Elijah said dismissively.

Y/N felt her cheeks heat as Kol and Hayley stepped out onto the patio as well, so sure she had that ‘freshly-fucked’ look you could only get organically. She ran her fingers through her hair, her hand coming up to her neck that apparently Elijah had already cleaned.

“There you are,” Hayley said, her eyes trailing over Elijah. “You promised me a dance.”

“And since he’s preoccupied I thought you wouldn’t mind a dance yourself, darling,” Kol held his hand out, quirking his lips into a sly grin.

Y/N tried to act natural, like she hadn’t just been having the best orgasm of her life. She smiled politely at Kol, taking his hand, but Elijah stepped forward, his hand coming to lay possessively around her waist.

“Kol, perhaps your time would be better spent finding your own date.”

Kol shrugged with a smirk. “What happened to ‘just friends’, brother?”

Elijah simply glared at the younger Mikaelson, dismissing him with a look. Kol backed away, nudging Hayley on his way out.

She turned, addressing Y/N. “Took you long enough,” she winked. “Elijah’s one of the good ones,” her eyes held a heavy sadness behind them, but she smiled before turning and following Kol.

Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion. What was that? She pondered until Klaus stepped into view. He held his hands behind his back, his eyes narrowed in amusement.

“If you expect any of us to buy your ‘just friends’ bit...” he said cooly, stepping into Y/N’s space. His hand came up to her cheek gently, and she could feel the tension rolling off of Elijah. His thumb swiped at the corner of her mouth, and he held it up for them to see, a crimson dot smeared on the tip. “...you’ll have to get better at sneaking around.”

He turned and began to make his own exit when Y/N called after him.

Y/N grinned, the blush crawling up her skin as she turned to look at Elijah. She leaned into him, intertwining her fingers in his. “We’re not friends…”

Elijah smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple.

Y/N turned back to Klaus. “You can fill everyone in if you want, we’re gonna need another minute…”

She could feel Elijah grin into her skin, his arms wrapping around her. Klaus rolled his eyes and excused himself, Elijah still wrapped around her. “Did I mention how lovely you look this evening?” He whispered against her.

She bit her lip and shook her head softly. “I don’t think it came up…”

“Come.” He grabbed her hand, leading her away.

“Where are we going?” She laughed.

He pulled her in, kissing her once more. “I intend to spend the rest of the evening reminding you just how lovely you are.”

[miraculouswolf99]

Breaking Into The Watchtower Part 1

Miraculous Ladybug-DC Universe crossovers are some of my favorite fanfictions. They are just a good match. I especially love ones where the Justice League either ignores the Paris situation or one of the League members gets the messages for help and doesn’t believe them. Mostly, it’s the Flash, Guy Gardner, Green Lantern, or Booster Gold.

In this story, some of the miraculous have changed hands for my story. There will be new holders and different holders for old miraculous. All of my OC characters will also be included. Nathaniel has the fox, Marc has the turtle, Rose has the horse, Juleka has the tiger, and Alix will have the bunny.

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“This is most definitely not something that I would ever have thought that I would ever do,” White Wolf says.

“We are magical teenagers that use the power of mini gods and mystical jewelry,” Beautifly says. “Your statement pretty much sums up every day of our lives.”

“Trust me, I never thought that I would be doing anything like this before I met Plagg,” Cat Noir said.

“At least I can cross this off my bucket list,” Ladybug giggled.

“Why is the name of the Olympian gods would this be on your bucket list,” White Wolf looked at the teen hero weirdly.

“I put it on after they started to ignore our cries for help,” Ladybug crossed her arms. “Or, when it was made obvious that they were ignoring us, at least.”

“How much sleep have you gotten lately,” Beautifly asks. “You only get this sassy when you haven’t slept in about two days.”

“I remember going to sleep on Wednesday,” Ladybug put her hand on her chin as she started thinking.

“Uh… It’s Saturday,” White Wolf deadpanned.

“Oh,” was all Ladybug could say.

“If you don’t go right to sleep after we get back, I am sending Plagg over to destroy every device you have to make sure you are not distracted and can finally sleep,” Cat Noir threatened.

“But what if there is an akuma,” Ladybug protested.

“Then we will have to make sure that Cat Noir saves his power so that he can Cataclysm the moth when it comes out of the akumatized object,” White Wolf says.

“And the damage,” Ladybug continued to protest.

“We will get to that when we get there,” White Wolf said.

“You are sometimes too selfless for your own good,” Beautifly shook her head.

“Yeah, she tends to be like that,” Cat Noir chuckled. “Why do you think I force myself between her and the villains we face when she tries to protect me because she will take the hit for me. But she needs to be the one that the attack does not hit because she is the one that purifies the akuma.”

“We are a very colorful crew,” Beautifly giggled.

“Says the butterfly girl whose hero outfit is almost entirely black,” White Wolf said.

“Not my fault that Flutter is a monarch butterfly kwami,” Beautifly shrugged.

“I certainly wish that I had some color on my suit,” Cat Noir says. “While the black makes my eyes pop, the color doesn’t match my personality at all. Why couldn’t Plagg be a tabby cat or a white cat?”

“Because he is the literal god of bad luck and nobody thinks of either of those two other kinds of cats when bad luck comes to mind,” Ladybug stated. “Deal with it, Chaton.”

“Yeah, you really need some sleep before you become permanently sassy,” Beautifly says.

“I blame Hawkmoth and his never-ending late-night akumas,” White Wolf stated. “My ears are still ringing from that banshee akuma he created last week.”

“And talk about unoriginal,” Cat Noir rolled his eyes. “Scream Queen was probably the most obvious choice of name in the history of villain names.”

“Even more so than that Poison Ivy woman in Gotham,” Beautifly asked.

“Well, she could have called herself Mother Nature,” Cat Noir shrugged.

“Point made,” Beautifly said.

The four then looked at the rest of their teams preparing themselves for what was going to be done. The Greek hero team had stayed the same throughout the three years of fighting, but the French team had changed. Their current members were Vulpix, Emerald Turtle, Queen Bee, Viperion, Lady Unicorn, King Monkey, Ryuko, Shadow Cat, and Bunnix. The last two being the newest members of the hero team. The Greek team was Gladiator with the grizzly bear miraculous, Tigress with the leopard miraculous, and Ocean Mage with the mermaid miraculous. The last one being the only person to be currently using a magical creature miraculous on the planet.

All of the heroes were getting ready in their own ways. Ryuko, Ocean Mage, and Viperion were meditating. King Monkey, Bunnix, Tigress, and Gladiator were all getting themselves hyped up for the mission. Queen Bee was trying to find a way to take off her gloves to file her nails. Vulpix and Emerald Shell were cuddling, comforting each other, and probably trying really hard not to start making out. The same could be said about Shadow Cat and Lady Unicorn. Those four were always the more timid ones of the group, even though all of them were amazing heroes.

“Alright, does everyone remember their parts of the plan,” Ladybug asked them, snapping them out of their trances.

“I will make sure that everything goes smoothly and no one truly gets hurt,” Viperion says.

“White Wolf, Lady Unicorn, and I take out our biggest worries to being discovered before we are ready,” Bunnix added.

“The rest of us force them into a position where they have to listen to us,” Gladiator said.

The rest of the team nodded in agreement. Some of them were still looking nervous about what they were about to do.

“Are you sure doing this is the right thing to do,” Lady Unicorn asked. “We could get into serious trouble for this.”

“We wouldn’t be doing this at all if they stopped ignoring us,” Tigress crossed her arms. “Even with all these miraculous being active, Hawmoth’s akumas are getting more and more dangerous.”

“He is also akumatizing more dangerous people like con artists, martial artists, and policemen,” Ocean Mage says. “What’s to stop him from going all Scarlet Moth and sending his moths to a prison if he gets desperate enough?”

“That is why we need their help,” Ladybug said. “If contacting them through official means does not help, then we must do what we have to.”

“I just hope that we don’t get labeled as criminals for this,” Beautifly said.

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If there was one thing that Robin currently was, it was bored. He had to stop himself from yawning as he sat in another long and boring meeting of the Justice League.

One would think that a young hero like him would not be a part of one of these meetings. But this was less of a war room and more of a meeting between all heroes to discuss general things involving heroes in general and not entirely league business. It was always the same things being discussed in these meetings. Egotistical politicians trying to control the league, villains breaking out of prison again, as well as discussing potential new members of the League and the Young Justice team.

Other than Robin, the rest of the Bat-family was there as well. Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Oracle, Spoiler, Orphan, Batwing, and even Batwoman. The Super family was also there. Superman, Supergirl, Superboy, and the former Superboy that now called himself Krypton. Robin smirked at how Conner had finally broken the trend of having “Super” in his hero name. He may be a clone, he knew that both Kara and Jon both adored him. The other young heroes that were there were Red Arrow, Artemis, Aqualad, Tempest, Miss. Martian, Beast Boy, Starfire, Zatanna, Kid Flash, and Impulse.

And other than Batman and Superman, there were also the mentors of the other young heroes as well. Green Arrow, Aquaman, Martian Manhunter, Dr.Fate, and the Flash. The other adult heroes in the room were Hawkman, Hawkwoman, Wonder Woman, Sparton, Black Canary, Red Tornado, all three Green Lanterns, Black Lightning, Captain Marvel, Captain Atom, the Atom, and Katanna.

As Robin looked around, he noticed that he was not the only bored-looking young hero. The entire Bat-family looked to be wanting to be anywhere else, especially since they lived in a city where a crime was committed every five seconds. But the other heroes that looked bored were Superboy, Krypton, Red Arrow, Aqualad, and Beast Boy. They were all probably like him. They were excited to be part of league meetings until it was discovered that there was a lot more politics involved than actual hero work.

“Does anyone have anything else that they would like to add,” Superman asked the room.

“How about we talk about actually saving people instead of dealing with politicians,” Nightwing muttered, making the Bat-family hide their snickers.

“Especially that psycho Lex Luthor,” Krypton muttered from his place next to Nightwing.

“Well, if that is all…” Superman was about to wrap up the meeting.

“Wait,” Zatanna shot up from her seat, her hands on her head. “I sense something.”

All the younger heroes were all now thinking how something interesting was finally going to happen during one of these meetings. But the heroes were also all reaching for their weapons if they had them.

“What is it,” Wonder Woman asked the magician, her hand on her sword.

“There is an incoming magical…” Zatanna was cut off.

A bright blue portal opened up right under her feet. She fell in before she could finish her warning. The portal closed right after she fell into it.

“What in the world,” Flash gasped.

“ZATANNA,” the members of Young Justice yelled their former team member’s name.

“Oracle,” Batman did not even have to say the entire order.

“I’m on it,” the wheelchair-bound hero immediately started typing on her holographic computer. “She’s… I can’t find her.”

“What do you mean you can’t find her,” Captain Atom demanded to know.

“It’s like she vanished into thin air,” Oracle continued typing. “She’s nowhere in the Watchtower, or on Earth, not even on my planet in our galaxy. There is no sign of Zatanna anywhere.”

“She managed to say that it was something magical that was approaching,” Wonder Woman says.

“Dr. Fate, can you do something,” Superman requested of the lord of order.

The master sorcerer stood up from his seat. While he, personally, did not care for Zatanna other than a fellow user of the mystic arts, his current host body was that of her father. So finding her will hopefully silence all the yelling that Zatara is currently doing inside of the helmet.

But before the lord of order could do anything, another portal opened up behind him. But unlike the bright blue of the first one, this portal was a ring of blue surrounding a white portal. Something had quickly reached through and Dr.Fate was instantly turned into an ice statue. An invisible figure sneaked through the portal before it closed.

This caused all the other league members and Young Justice members to all jump and, drawing their weapons or preparing their powers. They all looked around and were on guard just in case another portal opened up.

“Oracle,” Batman ordered her again.

She was typing as quickly as humanly possible.

“I can’t find anyone else in the Watchtower,” she said, still typing. “I’ve run heat scans, x-ray scans, even the program to search for invisible opponents. I still can not find anyone else in the Watchtower.”

A soft tune suddenly played throughout the room. It was like a theme song for a peaceful day in the Fall played on a flute. A ball of light soon soared to the end of the room and brightly flashed. When the flash died down, the heroes were all shocked to see a message had been written in light in the air.

“We Just Want To Talk.”

It floated there for about a minute before Superman and Maritan Manhunter flew over to the message to examine it. But the moment that one of them touched it, it vanished in a burst of orange smoke-like light.

“It was an illusion,” Nightwing was the first to realize it.

“Maybe that is how they are hiding,” Red Robin opened up his own holographic screen over his glove and started typing. “Under an illusion.”

“And if they are magical like Zatanna said, it would not be possible to detect them since the technology that can detect magic has not been invented yet,” Oracle added.

“There is no such thing as magic,” yelled out Kid Flash.

Young Justice rolled their eyes, used to the constant rants that the speedster goes on about his disbelief in magic. It certainly annoyed those like Aqualad and Tempest, who both were born in Atlantis and attended the conservatory of sorcery there. Few other magical heroes tolerated the loud-mouth. Which was why heroes like Phantom and his brother Gold Siren wanted nothing to do with the team. (Reference to my fanfictions on Wattpad, Phantom Music and Home.)

“Try to find out where the illusion came from,” Superman ordered.

“You could try looking right in front of you,” a female voice was suddenly heard.

The heroes all turned and saw three masked teenagers standing there. Two boys and a girl. 

The first boy was a redhead with his bangs covering his right eye. He had on a fox-themed skin-tight orange and white outfit with red boots, gloves, and a red jacket. He also had real fox ears and a real fox tail as well. A flute was strapped to his back.

The boy next to him had black hair with green tips, which matched his turtle-themed outfit. The outfit also had a dark green leather jacket and boots with a green shield on his back, going with the goggle-like mask over his eyes.

The girl was blond with a single black streak in her ponytail. Her outfit was definitely themed by bumblebees. But unlike the shoes of the two next to her, her shoes had a slight heal to them. Like a two-inch-high wedge heel. Around her waist was a spinning top on a string.

“What have you done to our allies,” Captain Atom demanded of them.

“They are perfectly fine,” the turtle boy informed them.

“Why should we believe you,” Robin held his katana in his hand.

“Because we need your help and harming your fellow heroes would not help our situation,” the fox boy crossed his arms.

“What could you possibly need from us,” Black Lightning’s hands sparked with his powers.

“How about for you to stop ignoring us while we have been fighting a terrorist for three years,” the bee girl yelled at them.

“We also are not lying,” the fox boy said. “We have no reason to lie when surrounded by most of the world’s heroes.”

Before they could say anything else, all three were surrounded by separate green spheres that floated them up into the air. The Green Lanterns all had their rings pointed at one of the masked teens.

“This is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous,” the bee girl complained as she crossed her arms.

“I got captured by the original Green Lantern,” the fox boy looked to be almost fanboying inside of his sphere.

“Lucky, I got that class clown Guy Gardner,” the turtle boy almost seemed to pout.

“Hey,” Guy Gardner protested, offended.

“Why are you here, where is Zatanna, and what did you do to Dr. Fate,” Superman demanded of the three as he flew close to them.

“You know, you are a lot less threatening than you think you are,” the bee girl stated with a smirk. “By the way, whoever told you that underwear on the outside of your pants was a good choice needs to be thrown into fashion jail.”

Most of the Young Justice team had to stop themselves from laughing. Even Superboy, Supergirl, and Krypton were trying not to laugh. They had no idea who this girl was, but she was certainly sassy.

“How did you get into the Watchtower undetected,” Superman continued to demand answers from them.

“That is for us to know,” the fox boy started.

“And you to find out,” the turtle boy finished.

The smirks the three had told the league something, alright. Batman was the first to realize what it meant.

“There are more of them,” he said.

As if him saying that was their cue to come in, three more masked teens almost seemed to materialize into the room. A guy in a monkey-themed outfit hit his Ruyi Jingu Bang against the ground and then threw it into the air.

“Uproar,” he yelled.

He threw his now glowing staff into the air, the staff letting out a flash as it spun in the air. With a swift flick of her lasso, Wonder Woman grabbed the weapon before it could fall back into the monkey boy’s hand. But something else fell into his hands that they did not see.

But then came the second masked teen, who looked like he had been born of the ocean. He took out what seemed to be a hilt made out of sapphire. Water came out of the hilt as the masked boy flicked his wrist, the water forming into a whip. Before they could move, the teen whipped all of the Green Lantern’s hands at once. Pulling his whip, the masked teen caused their hands to collide together.

That was when the monkey boy threw the object that he had caught out of the air. Katana was close enough to try and slice through it with her sword, but she was intercepted by a second masked girl, this one appearing out of nowhere and seemed to have a tiger theme to her. Even if she was purple and black and not orange and black. Katana’s sword was met with a metal tiger-claw gauntlet. While they fought, a bunny-themed girl showed up and intercepted Green and Red Arrow, fighting both archers at once. Then, to the shock of the Green Lantern trio, a stuffed octopus child’s toy landed on their connected hands.

For a moment, nothing happened and they wondered why a stuffed animal had been thrown at them. But then their rings all started to malfunction at once. The rings stopped glowing and all three trapped teens were released from their bubbles. And since the rings were no longer working, the Lanterns all fell to the ground without their ability to fly.

“We’re teenagers, not stupid,” the bee girl smirked.

No longer wanting to underestimate the masked teens, the big hitters of the league all started to move toward them. Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Red Tornado, and Captain Atom.

“Venom,” the bee girl shouted.

The top in her hand seemed to grow a bit in size and start glowing. As Superman flew at her, she dodged him and managed to touch him with her top. He fell to the ground and did not move from his punching pose. He was paralyzed.

“Confusion,” a female voice shouted.

Wonder Woman turned around to almost immediately be scratched on her arm by a girl in a leopard-themed outfit. The scratch on her arm glowed purple and the hero suddenly became very dizzy and could not seem to focus. She had never been drunk before, but she was sure this was probably how it felt.

Captain Atom’s hands lit up as he aimed one of his energy blasts at the masked teens. As he was just about to blast, another masked teen appeared. This one was themed by a brown-furred bear. Probably a grizzly bear.

“Roar,” a male voice yelled just as Captain Atom blasted.

The bear boy’s fist lit up gold and he punched right into the energy beam. To the surprise of the league, he was able to keep the beam at bay with a single punch.

Red Tornado was about to throw one of his twisters when he was hit on his robot head by a thrown horseshoe. It bounced and flew around like a boomerang-gone-wild until it landed back in the hand of a horse-themed girl.

All of the heroes and masked teens in the room were either fighting or dodging the attacks of another from one of the other groups.

“Enough,” a male and female voice shouted at once.

Even the Justice League froze as the voices boomed throughout the room. Standing on the other side of the room were six more masked teens. Three boys and three girls. The two that had shouted were a ladybug-themed girl and a boy with an icy wolf outfit. The boy standing next to the ladybug girl looked to be related to Catwoman while the girl next to the wolf boy was like a butterfly turned human. The last two were a snake boy and a girl that looked to be dragon-themed.

“All of you, front and center, now,” the ladybug girl ordered.

All of the animal-themed teens stopped what they were doing immediately. They put their weapons away and walked over to join the others at her sides.

Wonder Woman looked at the group for a few moments. The drunk feeling had been lifted from her and she could focus. There was something about them that was making an old memory of her’s rise to the surface. An old story that her mother used to tell her about when she had been friends with, who she had called, an adorable and wise little creature known as a kwami. A creature that she also remembered was bound to a magical object called a miraculous.

“The ladybug and black cat are active once more,” she gasped.

The league looked at the Amazon princess in shock. She actually had an idea who these teens were.

“We thought that you would be the one to recognize our magic, Wonder Woman,” the ladybug girl softly smiles.

Wonder Woman approached the group, putting her sword away as she did. And surprising the league again, she bowed to the ladybug girl and cat boy. The two of them and the wolf boy and butterfly girl bow back.

“It is an honor to meet the wielder of the ladybug miraculous,” Wonder Woman said.

“The honor is all ours, daughter of Hippolyta,” the ladybug girl says. “Tikki says to tell your mother ‘hi’ for her.”

Wonder Woman smiled at that.

“Would you care to explain exactly what is going on,” Batman ordered them, crossing his arms. “Starting with where Zatanna is and what you did to Dr. Fate and Superman.”

The bunny girl got out a pocket watch from her pocket. She checks the time.

“We can answer the first question now,” she smirked. “We’re right on time.”

She put her watch away and then threw her hands forward yelling “Burrow.” Out popped the same type of portal that Zatanna had disappeared through. And seconds after the portal was opened, out fell the magician.

“What just happened,” Zatanna immediately asked.

“The rest of your comrades will be fine somewhere between five to ten minutes,” the butterfly girl says.

“Before we go into the full explanation, do you guys have a bathroom in this place by any chance,” the leopard girl asked.

[antoine-roquentin]

obliquely, this is in reference to how formerly working class bastions in the midwest that used to elect socialists now elect republicans. if we all gave up the theory that LGBT people are normal, we might once again go back to the days where we elected socialists across the country. thomas frank, what’s the matter with kansas:

But its periodic bouts of leftism were what really branded Kansas with the mark of the freak. Every part of the country in the nineteenth century had labor upheavals and protosocialist reform movements, of course. In Kansas, though, the radicals kept coming out on top. It was as though the blank landscape prompted dreams of a blank-slate society, a place where institutions might be remade as the human mind saw fit. Maps of the state from the 1880s show a hamlet (since vanished) called Radical City; in nearby Crawford County the town of Girard was home to the Appeal to Reason, a socialist newspaper whose circulation was in the hundreds of thousands. In that same town, in 1908, Eugene Debs gave a fiery speech accepting the Socialist Party’s nomination for president; in 1912 Debs actually carried Crawford County, one of four he won nationwide. (All were in the Midwest.) In 1910 Theodore Roosevelt signaled his own lurch to the left by traveling to Kansas and giving an inflammatory address in Osawatomie, the onetime home of John Brown.

The most famous freak-out of them all was Populism, the first of the great American leftist movements.* Populism tore through other states as well—wailing all across Texas, the South, and the West in the 1890s—but Kansas was the place that really distinguished itself by its enthusiasm. Driven to the brink of ruin by years of bad prices, debt, and deflation, the state’s farmers came together in huge meetings where homegrown troublemakers like Mary Elizabeth Lease exhorted them to “raise less corn and more hell.” The radicalized farmers marched through the small towns in day-long parades, raging against what they called the “money power.” And despite all the clamor, they still managed to take the state’s traditional Republican masters utterly by surprise in 1890, sweeping the small-town slickers out of office and ending the careers of many a career politician. In the decade that followed they elected Populist governors, Populist senators, Populist congressmen, Populist supreme court justices, Populistcity councils, and probably Populist dogcatchers, too; men of strong ideas, curious nicknames, and a colorful patois....

For a generation, Kansas has been the testing-ground for every experiment in morals, politics, and social life. Doubt of all existing institutions has been respectable. Nothing has been venerable or revered merely because it exists or has endured. Prohibition, female suffrage, fiat money, free silver, every incoherent and fantastic dream of social improvement and reform, every economic delusion that has bewildered the foggy brains of fanatics, every political fallacy nurtured by misfortune, poverty and failure, rejected elsewhere, has here found tolerance and advocacy.

Today the two myths are one. Kansas may be the land of averageness, but it is a freaky, militant, outraged averageness. Kansas today is a burned-over district of conservatism where the backlash propaganda has woven itself into the fabric of everyday life. People in suburban Kansas City vituperate against the sinful cosmopolitan elite of New York and Washington, D.C.; people in rural Kansas vituperate against the sinful cosmopolitan elite of Topeka and suburban Kansas City. Survivalist supply shops sprout in neighborhood strip-malls. People send Christmas cards urging their friends to look on the bright side of Islamic terrorism, since the Rapture is now clearly at hand.

Under the state’s simple blue flag are gathered today some of the most flamboyant cranks, conspiracists, and calamity howlers the Republic has ever seen. The Kansas school board draws the guffaws of the world for purging state science standards of references to evolution. Cities large and small across the state still hold out against water fluoridation, while one tiny hamlet takes the additional step of requiring firearms in every home. A prominent female politician expresses public doubts about the wisdom of women’s suffrage, while another pol proposes that the state sell off the Kansas Turnpike in order to solve its budget crisis. Impoverished inhabitants of the state’s most scenic area fight with fanatical determination to prevent a national park from opening up in their neighborhood, while the rails-to-trails program, regarded everywhere else in the union as a harmless scheme for family fun, is reviled in Kansas as an infernal design on the rights of property owners. Operation Rescue selects Wichita as the stage for its great offensive against abortion, calling down thirty thousand testifying fundamentalists on the city, witnessing and blocking traffic and chaining themselves to fences. A preacher from Topeka travels the nation advising Americans to love God’s holy hate, showing up wherever a gay person has been in the news to announce that “God Hates Fags.” Survivalists and secessionists dream of backyard confederacies out on the lone prairie; schismatic Catholics declare the pope himself to be insufficiently Catholic; Posses Comitatus hold imaginary legal proceedings, sternly prosecuting state officials for participating in actual legal proceedings; and homegrown terrorists swap conspiracy theories at a house in Dickinson County before screaming off to strike a blow against big government in Oklahoma City.

the problem with this simple story is that social liberalism actually grew in lockstep with an economic policy tailored to the poor. in the 70s, the most common place to get gender reassignment surgery was at a catholic hospital in small town colorado. in 2010, in response to deep opposition in the town, the practice was forced to move to california. the second most common place was at a baptist hospital in oklahoma city, where such surgery was viewed as routine until a number of religious leaders decided to oppose it in the 70s. at the same time, many other religious leaders spoke out in favour of the surgery, saying that it comported well with religious tenets.

likewise, colorado legalized abortion in 1967, as did states like kansas, missouri, georgia, and north and south carolina prior to roe v wade. today, these states are considered anti-abortion and anti-lgbt hotspots, yet prior to the late 70s, compassion for such people was viewed as paramount in the life of america’s christians. so what happened? it clearly wasn’t an emphasis on the social aspects of poor american lives that shifted the political arena in favour of religious conservatism. rather, as thomas frank points out in the same book:

Nobody mows their own lawn in Mission Hills anymore, and only a foot soldier in its armies of gardeners would park a Pontiac there. The doctors who lived near us in the seventies have pretty much been gentrified out, their places taken by the bankers and brokers and CEOs who have lapped them repeatedly on the racetrack of status and income. Every time I paid Mission Hills a visit during the nineties, it seemed another of the more modest houses in our neighborhood had been torn down and replaced by a much larger edifice, a three-story stone chateau, say, bristling with turrets and porches and dormers and gazebos and a three-car garage. The dark old palaces from the twenties sprouted spiffy new slate roofs, immaculately tailored gardens, remote-controlled driveway gates, and sometimes entire new wings. One grand old pile down the street from us was fitted with shiny new gutters made entirely of copper. A new house a few doors down from Esrey’s spread is so large it has two multicar garages, one at either end.

These changes are of course not unique to Mission Hills. What has gone on there is normal in its freakishness. You can observe the same changes in Shaker Heights or La Jolla or Winnetka or Ann Coulter’s hometown of New Canaan, Connecticut. They reflect the simplest and hardest of economic realities: The fortunes of Mission Hills rise and fall in inverse relation to the fortunes of ordinary working people. When workers are powerful, taxes are high, and labor is expensive (as was the case from World War II until the late seventies), the houses built here are smaller, the cars domestic, the servants rare, and the overgrown look fashionable in gardening circles. People read novels about eccentric English aristocrats trapped in a democratic age, sighing sadly for their lost world.

When workers are weak, taxes are down, and labor is cheap (as in the twenties and again today), Mission Hills coats itself in shimmering raiments of gold and green. Now the stock returns are plush, the bonus packages fat, the servants affordable, and the suburb finds that the princely life isn’t dead after all. It builds new additions and new fountains and new Italianate porches overlooking Olympic-sized flower gardens maintained by shifts of laborers. People read books about the glory of empire. The kids get Porsches or SUVs when they turn sixteen; the houses with asphalt roofs discreetly disappear; the wings that were closed off are triumphantly reopened, and all is restored to its former grandeur. Times may be hard where you live, but here events have yielded a heaven on earth, a pleasure colony out of the paintings of Maxfield Parrish.

america's workers and small farmers were saved by the reforms of the 1930s, as frank explains, then crushed as the wealthy found out how to squirrel away their taxes (in part thanks to the collapse of the british empire), accumulate wealth away from prying eyes, lobby the government for preferential treatment, and between 1976 and 2000, triumph completely in the political domain. mission hill donates more money to politicians than the rest of kansas combined. unions are swamped in state politics, and see declining fortunes. as a result, neoliberal social atomization takes effect, which sees even workers demanding beggar-thy-neighbour policies. and when thy neighbour is socially distinct from you, it becomes easier to justify voting for such politics based on a survival instinct. the majority of the working class tuned out and do not vote any more. among the rest, low skilled working class jobs in highly stratified and inequitable cities vote democrat, hoping for some patronage from the white collar creative class voters they serve, while blue collar skilled workers tend to vote republican, devoid of any examples of class politics in their lives with the death of unions and hoping to keep their share of wages against their only opposition, the tax man.

ultimately, any socially liberal politics sustained by donations from rich big city donors is unsustainable. on the other hand, the notion that “woke” politics is holding back leftism is, save for a few clearly absurd situations (robin diangelo, for instance) also wrong. economic leftism leads to social leftism, because respect to the working class leads to respect for its identities. neoliberal atomization is a much deeper force than can be surmounted at the ballot box, even in a primary, but it is always an economic force first and foremost.

[m-y-fandoms]

1 Thing I Love & 1 Thing I Hate About EVERY Danganronpa Character Part 1

Part 2

SPOILERS FOR ALL THREE MAIN GAMES

I’d love to hear our opinions as well in the comments or my inbox or DM’s! If you try this trend with DR characters, tag me!

Sayaka Maizono

♡ Her passion for her career and friends.

✘ The way she tries to screw over Makoto when the game had just begun. Like wait and see what happens before screwing over such a great guy? Leon didn’t deserve it either.

Leon Kuwata

♡ His voice actor (English), and how real and human his execution was in that we all would be so scared and irrational. It was just so iconic and sad as it’s our first introduction to the death in this series and we all think: “shit, this is real... they are really killing these kids.” I didn’t think it would be that brutal, just seeing his body limp at the end with the haunting music.

✘ His design is disgusting. I hate how he looks.

Chihiro Fujisaki

♡ So innocent, so kind, so intelligent

✘ Shouldn’t have been killed for such a stupid reason, also they did Mondo dirty with that motive for killing as well. Just a mess. As for the actual character, Chihiro cries right off the bat when you do your introductions and that was kind of annoying to me personally.

Mondo Oowada

♡ He has a lot of respect, understanding and emotions for someone I thought would be a hard-ass douche biker.

✘ The worst motive to kill ever in a game where you know you’re getting executed if you’re found out. Like you’d be extra careful and that’s his reason to kill? Lazy writing.

Celestia Ludenberg

♡ Bad bitch energy and her goth lolita design.

✘ Manipulation and double murder. Bad bitch energy only goes so far. Confidence is different then selfishness. Also, of all the chapter 3 triple murders... the worst motive to kill.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

♡ Emotions: secure in his masculinity, able to cry, show emotions, and apologize when he’s wrong. He’s funny and likable.

✘ The Ishimondo white hair thing was stupid. Taka was fine on his own.

Hifumi Yamada

♡ Writing takes talent, fan fiction as much as any other style or genre. Also the talent of his voice actor (who also voices Kiibo/K1-B0).

✘ Literally everything else about him.

Sakura Oogami

♡ I love everything about her. I love her wisdom, loyalty, design, voice etc. Just step on me, mother.

✘ Why the hell would she ever agree to be a spy even if it meant the end of her dojo? I just don’t think she would do that rationally because she isn’t selfish. The others would suffer for her spying. She remedies this with redemption in her letter in chapter 4 but still she should’ve said no off the bat. Everyone had something to lose. The dojo wasn’t worth spying for monokuma. Also I just don’t think she would commit suicide. She can’t help the remaining students survive and redeem herself truly if she’s dead.

Kyoko Kirigiri

♡ Bad bitch energy, calm and collected when I could never be.

✘ Especially in future arc of the anime, damn can you show some emotion please? Through your words and expressions not just your actions. Sure she was willing to “die” for Makoto but like I just want more emotion from her sometimes, even in THH.

Makoto Naegi

♡ So pure. I Love Bryce Papenbrook. Makoto reminds me of Sora and I love his design.

✘ In THH I didn’t mind his innocence but in the Danganronpa 3 future arc anime, when people started straight up abusing him and accusing him, he needed to grow a little backbone.

Byakuya Togami

♡ Love my dad, king shit, also love how over the progression of the games and animes he becomes a little more kind to his friends.

✘ Why the fuck did he mess with Chihiro’s body? Just so cruel and disrespectful.

Yasuhiro Hagakure

♡ Funny magic man. Sexy voice.

✘ Please. Please Hiro use your brain just once. Why do we have to prove Kyoko isn’t a ghost?!

Toko Fukawa

♡ Character development in UDG and I love Genocider.

✘ Putting down herself and others constantly gets old in THH.

Aoi Asahina

♡ Love her voice actress and her personality

✘ We really just gonna get everyone killed in chapter 4 huh? Surely you know they don’t all deserve that.

Junko Enoshima

♡ A very memorable villain with great hair and design.

✘ I just can’t stand her. I hate her so much.

Mukuro Ikusaba

♡ Her mercenary background is super cool as a concept.

✘ Too bad it wasn’t explored nearly enough.

Hajime Hinata

♡ Seeing the protagonist be a little less naive, innocent and positive than Makoto was a refreshing change, although I loved Makoto. I liked Hajime’s cynicism and expressions that sometimes just screamed “this shit again, huh?”

✘ I enjoy the way Izuru looks but I hate him as a character. He is sexy to look at but Hajime is just a better character overall

Teruteru Hanamura

♡ His love for his family and mother especially is so cute and heart breaking if you know the full story.

✘ He needs to know when to dial it back and quit with the perversions. And no it’s not just how he looks, Miu needs to chill at times, too.

Twogami

♡ I feel like he genuinely cares about his friends, just hides it well

✘ His death felt like a cop out and poorly written. It just didn’t sit right with me. Also his design is disgusting to me, his outfit and such.

Mahiru Koizumi

♡ Loyal to her close friends.

✘ I just have no interest in her as a character and I find her boring.

Peko Pekoyama

♡ Loyalty. Loyalty is something I value very highly in every form of relationship. Peko is also very hot.

✘ Come on girl... I know how you were raised but you should’ve known Fuyuhiko didn’t think of you as just a tool and you two should’ve expressed your true feelings long ago. Like even in secret. How do you live like this? Also I feel like killing Mahiru could’ve been avoided with a calm talk.

Ibuki Mioda

♡ Cute design, positive vibes.

✘ Cringe sometimes in the way she talks.

Hiyoko Saionji

♡ Beautiful character design and some very good insults and snarky remarks at times.

✘ Just irredeemably mean and annoying. Even when you do her free time events she is just so annoying.

Mikan Tsumiki

♡ I like her design as well as her hair, expressions, sprites and clothing.

✘ I hate her. I just hate her whether she’s in her true psycho form or timid stuttering form. She’s just annoying in my opinion.

Nekomaru Nidai

♡ So supportive, can hold my drink at a party. Respects everyone and wants the best for them.

✘ Bro Mechamaru was a stupid plot point. I just couldn’t stand looking at him and couldn’t take it seriously. Still sad when he died though.

Chiaki Nanami

♡ From chapter 5 of sdr2 on she is impossible not to love if you didn’t already. Just the selflessness, the sadness of the reveal and execution, how she returns to help Hajime at the end???? I love her. I love her hair design, color palette, her personality, everything.

✘ I’m bitter and miserable about her being the only class member to actually die (the despair arc anime) also her falling asleep at random times is kind of odd and she doesn’t seem to be like that later on in the game??? Like it seemed like a cheap joke but not actually who she is? Hard for me to explain.

Gundham Tanaka

♡ King shit, couldn’t praise him enough. He’s sexy, loves animals, and is funny as hell sometimes. His voice actor is a saint and a cool dude and I named my guinea pigs after the Dark Devas (yes I know they are hamsters in the games.)

✘ Come on dude. I get that being from Hell and magic and having evil powers is your shtick, but we all know that you and Nekomaru sacrificed yourselves so the others wouldn’t starve. We know you care about your classmates. There comes a time when it’s time to let personas and facades fade and be true to your heart. I just feel like him denying he cared at the end hurt. We all know he cared. I didn’t like how he was haughty until the end. He deserved better. I love him.

Nagito Komaeda

♡ I love him so much. So cunning and intelligent, always a step ahead. And he’s big sexy.

✘ Him killing himself in chapter 5 hurt me so bad I was like in denial for days. Also hate how Bryce Papenbrook gives him a raspy stoner psycho voice in the game then a light airy higher-pitched voice in the despair arc anime. It just bothers me. I love his voice still but the inconsistency just hurts my OCD

Sonia Nevermind

♡ I love that she’s so interested in her passions and love her feelings for Gundham

✘ Her outfit and bow are atrocious. Also why didn’t she start liking and talking to Gundham sooner on? Their romance bloomed late and it would’ve made for a better chapter 4 ending if they were a bit closer.

Kazuichi Souda

♡ Cool design and outfit, love his voice (also voices Kaito in V3) and his backstory is relatable at times. He’s also very human in that he’s scared a lot of the time or insecure or blames others in panicked situations. It’s not always a good thing but it’s human and realistic.

✘ Gosh he can be so annoying. Sometimes flirting or whining too much is well... too much.

Akane Owari

♡ Strong-willed and definitely someone I would be friends with

✘ What the hell is her outfit? Gymnasts and athletes don’t wear that shit. Stop objectifying her when it doesn’t even make the product or plot better. Like there’s absolutely no point to making her dress that way. I was a gymnast for 15 years. Even those who do parkour (which Akane seems to do more often than actual gymnastics in the anime and game) don’t wear what she wears. Also she’s underrated.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

♡ I love him. He’s the DR character I’m most like out of all the games and anime. Tenko is a close second. I think he’s adorable, love his character arc, development, redemption, and love his voice.

✘ In the anime/despair arc, Fuyuhiko is not done justice. He doesn’t get enough lines, has a different voice actor, just doesn’t give off the same vibes.

Izuru Kamakura

♡ Sexy man long hair good.

✘ Boring character. I wish he were just Hajime.

Kaede Akamatsu

♡ Loyalty and leadership are such attractive qualities in her. Also she faced her death with such class and dignity and I respect her because I could never.

✘ Some of the voice lines Erika does for her are just weird and cringe. Just random moans or grunts... I don’t know it’s like when Ann Takamaki from Persona 5 (also voiced by Erika) makes suggestive noises as well. Just grinds my gears. Also hate her outfit down to the hair pins.

Shuichi Saihara

♡ I love his nasally voice. I love his design and he’s so adorable. I love how emotional and compassionate he can be. He ties with Makoto for favorite protag of mine.

✘ That sprite where he sniffs his hand. And his ugly ass hat.

Rantarou Amami

♡ Sexy man, sexy voice, sexy piercings

✘ Ugly outfit, and wasted potential

Ryoma Hoshi

♡ I respect him and feel bad for his outlook on life and for how poorly he views himself. I love his little hat as well and he’s the first “different styled” character (Hifumi, Bandai, Teruteru) that I liked the design of.

✘ I hate when he says “got a long ways to go,” it’s overused and annoying, and wish he gave himself more credit. Also hate that when you first meet him he warns you that he’s killed people and is dangerous to be around. Come on buddy, you know you wouldn’t hurt your friends. Stop pushing them away.

Kirumi Tojo

♡ Competence, well rounded, skillful

✘ Boring as hell. I wouldn’t waste one free time event on her.

Angie Yonaga

♡ Dark skin, super cute, love her talent as an artist myself.

✘ Gives religious people a bad name and is super manipulative which I hate.

Tenko Chabashira

♡ I relate to her and feel bad when she’s misunderstood. She’s a good person deep down. Also love her sprites.

✘ There’s more cunning, funny and clever ways to write her digs at men.

Korekiyo Shunguuji

♡ I’m in love with this man. Long hair, voice, mystery, mask, intelligence, passion, talent.

✘ He definitely was a victim of abuse and a lot of people refuse to see that and just hate him. Team Danganronpa should’ve given him a redemption arc where he realized his sister abused him and changed.

Gonta Gokuhara

♡ I love his design except for his suit. Also he’s so cute and naive. I cried for his trail.

✘ No need talk like caveman. Better way to do this.

Kokichi Ouma

♡ Like Nagito, I value his intelligence and crazy cunning.

✘ Shouldn't have died. Also shouldn’t have manipulated Gonta. That was just cruel.

Miu Iruma

♡ She has her hilarious moments and her death surprised me and was sad.

✘ Sometimes she lacks basic empathy, i.e. calling Tenko “Tencrotch” when she just fucking died.

Maki Harukawa

♡ Amazing character development. Didn’t see her surviving until the end at the start. Also her love and passion for Kaito.

✘ “Do you wanna die?” gets old.

Kaito Momota

♡ Just the overall best bro you could ever have.

✘ Has some toxic masculinity issues and anger issues.

K1-B0

♡ Pretty much everything about him. His design, his attitude and personality, especially how amazing and cool he is chapter 5 onward, his execution made me so sad. He’s so innocent and funny without trying.

✘ When you do his free time events he’s very arrogant and just talks about himself a lot... it seems odd and not similar to the Kiibo we see throughout the game.

Himiko Yumeno

♡ Super cute design, love her voice and “Nyeh...” and her sprites. Her character development is great as well.

✘ Why did they take so long to make her important and likable?

Tsumugi Shirogane

♡ An excellent and well hidden reveal

✘ I hate her. So annoying, from the voice to the references and her personality.