#mice don't roar

[tenjad129]

THE GIRL MOUSE THAT ROARED

In this edited clip from the 1992 Fievel's American Tails episode, 'Little Mouse on the Prairie' (S01E03, 1992, Nelvana, Amblin, Universal), Fievel Mousekewitz's cat friend Tiger hears a sound from Fievel's sister Tanya Mousekewitz, while the three little brother and sister mice were being trapped inside a log by a mountain lion...only, she literally roars like a lion!

And really, talk about a mouse that roared!

And of course you know that real mice just can't roar like lions can roar! Instead, they might emit high pitched squeaks at best!

With the voice talents of Cathy Cavadini (Tanya), Phillip Glasser (Fievel) and the late Dom DeLuise (Tiger).

[dynared]

So we can add Gatchaman (not Battle of the Planets, Gatchaman) to 2024's ongoing comic theme of "old license gets new comic after years of inactivity and/or a rut", which in Gatchaman's case was a financial flop and poorly reviewed 2012 live-action movie, and the very divisive Gatchaman Crowds, which even fans of the show felt fell off in the second and final season. And I say that as a fan of the series (even have the Blu-Ray boxset with the Alex Ross box art)

It joins the Energon Universe and its massive success, the hodgepodge that is the Nacelleverse (even if just about everyone is there for the Biker Mice from Mars and nothing else), a very well-reviewed first issue of a Space Ghost revival on the 30th anniversary of Coast to Coast which aims to make him a serious character again, a Thundercats comic fresh off the disaster that was Thundercats Roar, a Johnny Quest comic following the end of the seminal deconstruction/parody of Quest (and Silver/Bronze Age superheroes) that was The Venture Brothers, and probably some others I missed.

Although again, this 2024 of comic revivals, either on their own or before announcements of bigger projects (Thundercats currently has a movie in pre-production from the Godzilla X Kong director Adam Wingard who described it as a dream project) has me once again wondering why Voltron has had nothing announced since the bidding war for the movie rights back in 2022. It's the franchise's 40th anniversary, and while Legendary Defender was a flop and a failure and had an insane fanbase, was it really as bad as Thundercats Roar? I mean Zaslav wrote that thing off for taxes.

I guess the question at the end of the day is - How badly did Legendary Defender screw this franchise over that even as Johnny Quest, a punching bag at Warner for years, gets a new comic, the most Voltron gets for its 40th anniversary, when either under the auspices of Universal (who still have leased distribution rights for the original series last I checked) or Amazon MGM (who are reported to have the movie rights) are some re-releases of old Playmates toys and a $700 figure of the VLD robot which no one will buy because fans of VLD don't care about the robot. I think it's a damning indictment of how the insane fanbase damaged the brand, where any sort of new product runs into the fear of bringing out deranged shippers and other weirdos.

[strawberrycola]

hello. i made a very long, very indulgent addition to the sam and max subreddit post earlier, and decided to make it its own post because i had way too many thoughts for a reblog. and the idea of clogging notes was eating away at my brain like mice eat a cheese. this is mostly just train of thought, so i apologise if it's complete nonsense. i've just thought a lot about sam and max's relationship, and the connection lgbt (and neurodivergent, for that matter) fans have had to the series, from my perspective since i was like 8. obviously that's gonna be tinted thru a tumblr lens, because ftmp that's where i see The Good Stuff. and i'm gay as hell, so there's bias. ok read more time kiss kiss.

anyhoozles, coincidentally i've been back on my sam and max bullshit recently, as i finally got a chance to play "this time it's virtual". and discovered vr is not my thing.

so to start, listen...i don't think sam and max's relationship is quite as cut and dry as i believe myself and perhaps many others would imagine/hope. i'm eyeing the "susan" gag from the aformentioned ttiv, in particular. but as your resident specialist in "complex and obscure knowledge of three series total or so", the question of sam and max's relationship has been here since the very beginning of the official comics. like. this has been a thing. pretending it's new is foolhardy. and wrong. obviously there's "like butch and sundance", the wedding toppers, hell, the devs of the telltale game trilogy lampshade their relationship a very decent amount, both in the game itself and in the commentary. at the end of 209, "chariot of the dogs", they directly bring it up during the final cutscene tie straightening maneuver max does. one of the devs literally gets excited about it, iirc. and one of my personal favourite examples is "do you find my warmth...alarming, sam?" from 305, "the city that dares not sleep."

that, in particular, is one of several lines directly from MR. PURCELL HIMSELF, that he gave to the devs each game as lines that must be in the game.

and speaking of season 3, i'd like to mention 305, "they stole max's brain".

(i am now holding "noir sam" so close to my chest, jsyk. that trope means the world to me. it has influenced SO much of my work, and i still use napalm's playthrough on youtube as a sleep aid. REMASTER WHEN.)

of course i and many others latched onto that shit, are you kidding me???? that whole episode was RIPE for hurt/comfort. minor spoiler warning for those that would mind, it's a roaring rampage of revenge plot. at least for the first 30 minutes or so. it's part of a long history between the two of freaking the hell out the second they're separated from each other in a way that doesn't end in like, five minutes. (305. if you know, you know. fkin brutal, man.) sam, in the second act of the game, has been affected by an alternate reality plot, and fully believes he has carried max's brain in a jar his whole LIFE and seemingly has no plans to stop doing so!! it's part of a season where the WHOLE PLOT revolves around the nature of their relationship and how it could change. you don't have to be a shipper yourself to understand how that could be incredibly compelling to the people that fancy them as a couple.

and it's a fandom that i give a lot of credit to lgbt people for revitalising in the mid 2010s~ (i was already a fan by then, and i'm still really curious as to why it blew up so much, but hey, who's complaining?), as well as in 2021~ in response to skunkape's remaster of telltale's season one "save the world" installment, and the release of ttiv. (obviously the actual demographic spread across platform to platform is a varied thing, etc. etc. i'd like to stay firmly in my lane, and i don't wanna overstate any particular demos in my discussion here, or hyperbolise too much.)

Obviously, you don't have. to be a shipper. completely fine. pretty common. Who Give A Care. and we're not even gonna get into the "not suitable" content. i can't fault anyone for not being cool with the actual sexualisation of childhood stuff they like. that's something i'm pretty "ambivalent with a leaning towards discomfort" about for quite a few things myself. and it turns out there wasn't even any "unmentionable graphic imagery" to begin with. shocking. HOWEVER. i'm fascinated but not completely surprised by the blatant homophobia and disgust towards the fanart of the ship.

like, to be nuanced about things, and it's not like the admin is extending the same courtesy here, this is clearly an older fan. like i think from around the same timeframe i was first introduced to it, give or take. maybe they missed a lot of the tumblr mid-2010s activity, or maybe that's going in to their Burning Disgust towards Yaoi Sam and Max Kissing Not Clickbait. i know the fanart had some level of cross-posting, at least on youtube as dubs iirc. OR maybe i'm a fool who is actively tricking you with my words and none of the above is true at all. however...pal. again, in my opinion, we owe those lgbt and neurodivergent kids and adults our whole rights as a fan community. you don't have to like it, but you do have to be respectful, jerkbag.

i can't be the only one who was devastated by the drought of content post "the devil's playhouse". we had a [1] singular whole webcomic to tide us over, with the occasional sketch on purcell's social medias. of course, there was a small community of fans, and some incredible stuff they made, looking at you Sam Dies At The End. i weeped. but it was slow and steady. and then, out of seemingly nowhere, people en masse suddenly REALLY CARED ABOUT THE THING THAT BROUGHT ME SO MUCH JOY AS A LITTLE GUY. like, fuck man...i first found out what autism was when i was real young because max's character description on wikipedia contained speculation as to whether or not he has it. (jury's still out, ...but we all have our little comforts. okay? also speaking of, "is max gay?" is like. one of the longest ongoing bits. like cmon dude.) now granted, by 2021 i was a little old for the new wave of shipping that sprouted up. tiktok edits are Not Always My Thing. but that's okay!!!! it doesn't need to be my thing. i'm really glad they're having fun. :] and i don't want to come across as like. infantilising in my discussion of the younger fanbase, so i apologise if my tone has come across that way. it really is simply the comforting thought that kids like me can experience what i had.

i remember how much fun my friends and i used to have when we were 16! (hi xavier, if ur reading this. miss you, buddy. :]) we got silly with it! we got angsty about season 3!! we wrote fanfiction, hell, an amazing fic my friend wrote that i beta'd is still the most kudos'd shipping fic on ao3!! the fanartists i liked had such an INCREDIBLE grasp on how to write sam and max's banter. it was a good time! and knowing these characters are giving joy to a new generation makes me giddy, dude. hell yeah! get "feral" or whatever the hell it is these days. find comfort in characters that don't really care about anyone's opinion except each other's, who get to be as weird and annoying and gross as they want all the time. that tend to punch up. that show love differently than what's seen as conventional. that end up saving the day, not even because they have to, so much as they genuinely enjoy each adventure together. max was my personal opportunity to feel comfort in all my weird freaky mannerisms i kept safe behind the polished exterior i had to wear as a kid. i found solace in the thought that those two were practically made for each other, as i stumbled through my own gender and sexuality crises. i loved how dry and dark sam was allowed to be. the banjo bits, the phone jokes, the repartee. so much of this series has influenced me, and helped me become who i am, as a creator and as a functional guy who Does Things.

so that's a small bit of why i think sam and max had, and still has, a lot of appeal to people that grew up like me. there's a lot of rough stuff i went through that made the idea of a couple of anarchist detectives completely devoted to one another that go around the seedy underbelly of america saving the day ("almost on purpose!") really, really interesting. steve purcell is unapologetic about how gross america can be, especially in the comics. at the heart of it, sam and max do what they do both because they enjoy it, and they enjoy each other. and i think, to overlook that, is to miss some of the whole point of the franchise. oh, i'm sorry, giant cockroaches literally everywhere is fine, streets crusted in various goos, totally chill, but gay kissing is the thing that Absolutely Nauseates you? plugging your ears and screaming gross seems like...kind of a weak move here, ngl. a work that doesn't shy away from how confusing and wild life can be has a decent chance to be compelling to marginalised groups, who often have to put up with the more disgusting aspects of reality anyways. at least these two odd guys are having fun with it. sam and max understand each other, each of their strengths and flaws, and choose to be with each other every day because of and in spite of them. they choose to love where they are, because of and in spite of its many, many, many flaws. they choose to be who they are because they love what they do. there's something touching there, if you like to think about such things. there are some occasions i find myself wishing sam and max's relationship was more...concrete. i wish we had an answer to Does Sam And Max Is Gay? but at the same time, being vague and obtuse is like. their whole shtick. so maybe it's just right how it is. and uh. obviously this is a fictional series. in the end, it's all how we enjoy it that matters, and it's not the end of the world. and as a final cherry on top, nothing beats turning to my husband and asking, "is sam and max queerbait", before delighting in the 3 hr conversation that follows.

and to get to the point. as the old adage unfortunately goes, it's...okay. to not like...ships. and i can even somewhat understand being frustrated by a subreddit you created being "flooded" by a thing you're not into. only somewhat, because a: we've always been here, and b: because you can. just not look at it? idk if reddit has a filtering system, but. the scroll wheel is free. to throw a tantrum and ban topics because you're personally offended people think they're gay? you might be missing out on some of the most fun you can have outside the series, and you're spitting in the face of the people who held this fandom up on their shoulders like atlas.

and you're being a dick about it.

TO CONCLUDE:

wah wah they're gay gay homosexual gay and they don't pay taxes. deal or die, fake fan.

[dykepuffs]

I don't know how GC women don't see the fantasy that GC men are having, that they're enthusiastically participating in too.

It goes like:

GoodyLadyparts: "We don't want men in our spaces!"

MalefetishManflesh: "No! If I went into a women's changing room it would be awful!"

GoodyLadyparts: "Thank you!"

MalefetishManflesh: "Women don't want to have to change next to my great hulking manly body!"

GoodyLadyparts: "Nope, God bless you kind sir!"

MalefetishManflesh: "Why even the sight of my huge muscular body, next to the tiny bird-boned ladies, they'd cower and shrink and shy away because they are so small and little and vulnerable, compared to my bullish, adamantine frame!"

GoodyLadyparts: "Yes! You are so huge and hulking! Such a great big man! But so gentle and generous with us enfeebled dollies!"

MalefetishManflesh: "And if I spoke, my booming, deep, rolling voice, it would make them tremble and wilt like harvest mice sheltering from a summer thunderstorm! It would be awful to expect their tiny little mouse lungs to be able to speak to me as an equal, when my god-given leonine roar is designed by nature to make ladies' hearts quail and flutter and lose their reason!"

GoodyLadyparts: "Yes, it is only because you are so good-hearted that I dare speak up! You are such a mighty hero of a man, hewn from the living rock and fashioned as a demigod!"

...etc, etc, ad infinitum.

How is THAT a fantasy that they will happily act out in public, with pretty much any man who wants to do it, but then they simultaneously think that calling a woman "she" or "mrs" is dangerous public kink play...

[harps-for-days]

Nine Lines, Nine People

Tagged by: @dontjudgemeimawriter

From chapter 16 of book one. I don't love it

And when the sun found it’s way to the horizon once again, the dragon-god emerged again. It peered below at the six men who scrambled below like field mice. That was all they were - benign pests. It spat a mix of skin and hair from it’s teeth, the blood sat rank and sour on its tounge. It’s temporary home was littered with twisted metal and broken, pale, unappetizing bodies. It was a waste. The god roared once more, loud enough for the city farther out to remember its anger. And once the six survivors rode off, it caught the wind as grey and gold smoke and sought solace deeper in its old home. Yet still, it knew Feramoore had not known the extent of the rage of the fire spirit.

Tagging: @thecomfywriter @i-will-write @thatpaperlife @junypr-camus @hungryslothwrites @did-i-do-this-write @sparrow-orion-writes

[natalieironside]

For the writing ask game: 15, 40.

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

I dogear pages sometimes out of convenience, mea maxima culpa, but I try to be very careful with books. A tangible object that'll last years and years if you take good care of it and can be easily repaired with a bit of tape is a goddamn rare thing to see these days; a good book is like a steel tool or a good pair of boots to me.

I highlight and annotate the hell outta them shits, tho. Reading and interpreting a book, especially a really juicy one you keep coming back to over the years, is like having a conversation with it. I always think it's a special treat when I get my hands on a book that somebody else has marked up, so I hope whoever ends up with any of my books feels the same.

As for that last bit, well, "judge" is a strong word. I sure do wish more people gave books the kind of reverence I do, but at the end of the day you can dispose of your own property in whatever way you see fit and it's none of my business. Also, people take respect for books waaaaaay too far a lot of the time, like all the ridiculous backlash against Marie Kondo or the annual freakout about library weeding, and I definitely don't wanna associate myself with any of that.

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

The fat cat on the mat    may seem to dream of nice mice that suffice    for him, or cream; but he free, maybe,    walks in thought unbowed, proud, where loud    roared and fought his kin, lean and slim,    or deep in den in the East feasted on beasts    and tender men. The giant lion with iron    claw in paw, and huge ruthless tooth    in gory jaw; the pard, dark-starred,    fleet upon feet, that oft soft from aloft    leaps on his meat where woods loom in gloom--    far now they be,    fierce and free,    and tamed is he; but fat cat on the mat    kept as a pet,    he does not forget.

--J.R.R. Tolkien (attributed in fiction to Sam Gamgee), published in The Adventures of Tom Bombadil

[dadoodler25]

Spider-Ben AU Idea

Oh, for god's sake.

Benjamin Stilton was hoping for a relaxing trip to Muskrat City with his friend Bugsy Wugsy, also known as Pandora, and her aunt Petunia Pretty-Paws. But nooooo, a criminal just had to ruin it. Some rat named Tony Sludge that had escaped prison sent out his henchmen to rob a jewelery store. And Benjamin knew he had to do something.

"Bugsy? Code SM?" He whispered, and Bugsy nodded, knowing what that mean. Code Spider-Mouse.

"Uh, HEY, Aunt Petunia, why don't we go to that place over there! It looks fun!" She said, pushing her Aunt away, while Benjamin slipped away. Hiding in an alley, he pulled out his bag, and found a private place to change. Slipping on his costume, he became Spider-Ben. Now he, climbed onto a building's walls, and jumped onto the top of the roof. He looked out, and in the distance, saw a jewelery store broken into.

"Alright, Tony Sludge. Let's see what your pals got," Spider-Ben said, as he jumped off and swung to the store.

"Nothing like a good old heist!" One said, stuffing the bag with priceless jewels and gems.

"You said, One!" Two, an identical triplet said.

"Best part is, Heromice haven't arrived!" Three, the other triplet said.

"Yo, Three Stooges!" The triplets looked behind to see Spider-Ben handing upside down, by a web that he held onto. Spider-Ben flipped over and landed on the floor easily. "Hope I'm not late to the party!"

"Da heck is this kid?" Two asked.

"The name's Spider-Ben! Ever heard of me?" Spider Mouse said, crossing his arms.

"That weird mouse that dresses up like a bug in that dump, New Mouse City?"

"Spiders are ARACHNIDS, DUDE! Does anyone know basic biology? Plus, this place is way more stinky than NMC." Spider-Ben groaned, rolling his eyes. "Whatever. Mind giving up? Or am I gonna have to leave you three as a present for the police?" He pounded his fists together.

"Oh, little twerp thinks he's tough? Get him, bros!" One (the triplet) jumped at Spider-Ben, who shot webs at his eyes, blinding him. Spider-Ben then shot a web-string at him, and swung him around, right into Two, knocking them both out. Three roared and aimed a punch, which Spider-Ben caught with his tiny paw, easily.

"Seriously, man? You're five times my size and that's the kind of punch you can throw? My turn!" Spider-Ben pulled his fist back, and punched Three in the stomach, knocking him back hard, it almost felt like a car rammed him. Spider-Ben then jumped, shot at the floor, and pulled it, pulling HIMSELF towards Three and kicking him in the face, knocking him out. "WOO!" Spider-Ben cheered, and then realized he had to tie them up. "Agh. Okay, big guys, come on!" He grabbed them, put them back to back, and webbed them up, mouth and tied them up. "Job well done!" Feeling satisfied, Spider-Ben decided to leave. But when he turned to the entrance, he saw three mice in spandex. One woman, and two men.

(To Be Continued)

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 10: Secret of the White Lion

Two minutes in, and we already get to see this lion that Haggar apparently made Her plan is to manipulate the fuck out of Allura in her dreams, so this will be fun

The mice sleep in the chandelier in Allura's room, that's so cute

Allura fell asleep with her crown on, that's gotta be really uncomfy princess

Her nightmare starts off with her fighting and running from Drule troops before she gets hit and then sees her dead mom I can see the resemblance, also I can't tell if that's her crown or not but if it is then that's a cool design

I wonder if the braids mean something on Arus, Allura has similar braids when her hair is down but only like one strip of it Maybe it's her status of availability? For being courted and all

Ah it's Haggar as her mom telling her to look for that lion every time I look at her eyes Allura's mom looks so apathetic LMAO

Now she's woken up after hearing her dad's voice and is runs to a balcony as a weird lion hallucination is telling her to go into the woods Man I know that she's really missing her dad but the woods?? At this time of night?? DANGEROUS

Now we have some actual guards stationed at the castle, not like they actually stopped her from running into the forest but hey extra security!

I wonder if Arus follows that one belief in our history where royalty is all chosen by God or is a god Allura kind of makes me think that she's worshiping her dad with how intent she is on following his lead alone

Nanny sounds the alarms after she can't find Allura and is told she ran into the woods, but the guys don't think anything is wrong I feel like they should worry more especially because Coran and Nanny wouldn't dare let her out alone

Hunk complains about beauty sleep and Lance fucking murders him by telling him it'd never make him beautiful

Off to find the princess in their lions! Whose currently getting really cuddly with that white lion

Lance finds her and is just drilling into her goddamn Telling her how nuts the situation is but Allura is still thoroughly in the manipulation right now

And now he's tied up after the lion somehow roared rope on him, interesting power I guess

omg the little hop, PIDGE JUST KEEPS GETTING CUTER I CAN'T HANDLE THIS

Pidge getting stuck in rope by the lion too is very unfortunate, now Keith and Hunk have to save THREE people Never mind make that four because now Keith is the only one left untied

Aaand Allura fainted again I'll let this one slide only because it's a lion fully roaring in her face, so I can understand that level of fear

uh,, interesting image

And it's the lion's true form has been revealed, not too bad of a design but why do all the robeasts have chicken legs

This robeasts official name is Loathsome Lion, not too creative on this front. He has a fang katana, full-body titan armor, breastplate gatling rockets, and a razor fiber mane

oh hey they actually say its name in this episode! I thought these were named only in the 30th anniversary book

Lance is almost beheaded before Keith decides to reappear, it's one on one battle time

Oh shit a win for Nanny and Coran, they get into blue to try and save the team horrible flying mixed with Nanny being thrashed everywhere isn't good, she accidentally activates a water gun and washes away both Haggar AND the princess

Keith dives in the nearby river to go save Allura from drowning Nanny and Coran try to stop her from getting into blue but obvs she goes in anyway, apparently her uniform was in there too so good that she got a change of clothes at least

Oop Haggar is still manipulating her by flashing Allura's mother's face on the robeast as she tries to attack it and now she's caught, I don't blame her for this one that was a fucked up thing to see

Keith is also drilling into her saying that she needs to get it through her head as it's neither of her parents, I get it but also stop being rude when telling her the truth You can be blunt without being mean asshole

Robeast defeated, back to the castle for Allura to look at her mother's grave I wonder if only kings get put into tombs in the castle, or is Allura's mom not actually royalty and got buried outside because of that that'd be a source for Allura angst :0

Nanny says that she and Coran will take over blue for Allura after the danger she was in but Allura shoots that down and continues as a pilot

Episode end! This was a fun one actually, again I really do like it when the bad guys start acting smart, it really shows what they're capable of

[darknessawaits28]

[The Love of the Beast]

((Hello, my lovies, I hope you are having a wonderful weekend! Wanted to give you a girl and beast love story. I was going to do a sexy scene, but I wasn't sure, so let me know if yall want a pt2, and I'll give you a good smut scene if you want, of course! Thank you for all your support and for being awesome! Love you all!! Don't forget to like, follow, and obey ;3 :P ))

Sounds of roars and groans echoed along the brick walls. The flutter of beautiful toasty brown eyes opening could be heard ringing against the ears of the little mice that scurried around.

"Ah, where am I," a girl moaned as she slowly sat up from the frigid cold ground.

"Who dares interrupt my slumber?" A low growl came from behind the girl.

The girl jumped violently, quickly turning her back to face the darkness behind her. "Um..I'm sorry....I-I didn't mean to interrupt your slumber...I just appeared here?"

The voice growled once again, making an appearance in the little light that gleamed through the glass pane on the ceiling. "So they sent you as an offering to me huh?"

The girl's heart sunk at the sight of the beastly man. His body was twice her size; his hands had claws of a ravenous wolf; fangs were already peering out of the the sides of his mouth; and his eyes....were the shape of the crescent moon. "W-What do you mean o-offering?"

The monstrous man's lips curled into a hungry smile, his enormous form approaching the girl and using his brutish hands to pin her to the ground. "Every year, on the first of October, the people of your village send me a human offering." "In return, I don't destroy their homes or ravish on their virgin women." "As you can clearly deduce, your people sold you out and sent me such a delicatable virgin" he groaned, his long wet tongue running across the girls neck, causing her to shiver in fear.

"Please, don't hurt me..." the girl begged for her life, tears dripping down the sides of her cheeks.

The man chuckled at her pleas, licking his chops to prepare himself for the feast until he caught a glimpse of the marking on her shoulder. "Where did you get that tattoo?" He growled, ripping her dress off her shoulder to get a better look at it.

"This silly thing...my best friend.... gave it to me....before he....died....at the hands of trion......". "I never got the chance to proclaim my love for him...he was quite funny and....kind.....too bad huh," she sadly chuckled.

"Beth?" The beast gasped, his enormous clawed hand grasping onto her cheek to see her face.

"Damion?" Beth gasped as well, staring deep into his eyes, more tears forming in her eyes.

"Yes, my beautiful water Lily" Damion smiled, his eyes softening as he embraced her.

"I-I thought I lost you!" She cried with joy and sadness, snuggling close to him, finding his furry form to be warm and endearing.

"You didn't, my love," he cooed, pulling her away slightly and leaning down to press his snout against her nose. "I promised long ago that I would never leave you, remember" he smiled, using his tongue to lick her lips.

"Oh, you lug head," she chuckled, pressing a kiss to his snout. "Are you going to tell me what happened, or am I going to have to twist your tail?" she giggled, playing with his perched ears as she waited for him to explain his predicament.

[mylittlesecrethaven]

Bsd Is Kinda A Genius Anime: Pt 6

Almost done with this series.

*sigh*

Maybe I'll stop staying up so late to make posts.

ANYWAY!

We're doing the guild this time!

So let's go!

(Also, there's apparently a member of the Guild that doesn't have an ability, so I'm not doing him. He's not an important character anyway. So I'm doing 10 characters. Oof that's a lot.)

Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald

Ability: The Great Fitzgerald

If this isn't the whitest name I've ever heard, I swear. Anyway, Francis's RLC was actually born into a wealthy family, and also had his own moments of financial crisis. Fits him to a T, huh? His RLC also wrote a ton about the highs and lows of the Roaring Twenties regarding financial security and all that. Francis's ability is based on "The Great Gatsby," but despite that, it's really his personality that the book affects. Both the character in "The Great Gatsby" and Francis are arrogant little fucks who got money from who knows where and use their money as their power. Also, Francis and his RLC both have a wife named Zelda. (I didn't mean to make this part sound like I hate Francis, but it came out that way for some reason.)

Edgar Allan Poe

Ability: Black Cat in a Rue Morgue

AGAHGAHAG IT'S POE'S TURN! HEHEHEHE~ (Can you tell who I favorite?) I'm gonna make his part the best! LET'S FUCKING GO! I also know a lot about Edgar Allen Poe, so let's see how little of the Fandom I need to use. Let's see.... I know that his ability is a mix of "The Black Cat" and "The Murders in the Rue Morgue." I've only read "The Black Cat" as of right now, (don't worry, I'll read the other one soon. I'm making it a mission to read all of Poe's RLC's books.) but given that Poe's ability doesn't link to anything besides pulling people into books, I'm not gonna look into it. I do know that Poe has a lot of references in his character that align with his RLC's books. The black cat and crow references are pretty obvious. It does say that Poe having Karl as a pet is a reference to a movie, but I wanna argue that by saying it's probably a reference to the theory that Poe's RLC died from rabies. (I can't let go of that theory, and I think it fits, and like Karl and any cat you'll ever meet, if I fits, I sits.)

Howard Phillips Lovecraft

Ability: Great Old One

While not as big of a fan of his RLC, his books and basic genre of books are a big inspiration of mine, so I'll try to make his part good, too. Although, I won't have to do a big deep dive into this guy's books either. Lovecraft's RLC's books usually revolved around extraterrestrial or mythical beings and "morbid phenomenon," as the Fandom states. Ever heard of Cthulhu? Think that type of stuff when you see any of Lovecraft's RLC's books. But yeah, you can see where Lovecraft gets his personality and "gift." He's strange, just like the books, and his ability is based off of Lovecraft's writings of the eldritch god Cthulhu, which if you don't know what that is, then that's exactly what it is. (You can also look it up I guess) That's also why Lovecraft's "gift" isn't really a gift and is kinda a mystery. It fits his RLC's vibe with all his gothic and confusing mystery and horror stories. You're not really supposed to understand them.

John Steinbeck

Ability: The Grapes of Wrath

I think the American authors have a tighter connection with their characters. Or maybe I'm just able to find connections easier. Anyway. Steinbeck is almost completely based on the main character from "The Grapes of Wrath." Both him and the main character were farmers and had the same family members. That's pretty much it. You can get the gist of his ability from the name. (I'm trying to avoid research tonight because it's late and I'm really sorry about that.) Also, Steinbeck's RLC wrote "Of Mice and Men"?! SERIOUSLY?! I've never read it, but I've heard it's really good, so I'm surprised.

Lucy Maud Montgomery

Ability: Anne of the Abyssal Red

what happened to anne's playroom? *shaking in my boots* Is that the actual name? Geez. It's terrifying. OH MY GOODNESS IT'S BASED ON "Anne of Green Gables," AND THAT'S THE NAME THE AUTHOR CHOSE FOR THE ABILITY!? Man, that's insane. So yeah, this just further proves my theory that all the Guild members are more based on the books. "Anne of Green Gables" (yes, I've read it) is basically about this orphan girl who gets sent to the wrong home, in Green Gables, but it ends up being her forever home after she soon settles in and everything. Now, the reason it's the wrong home is the brother and sister she was sent to lived on a farm and they wanted a boy, and instead they get this tiny 11 year old girl. I mean, it kinda makes sense for Lucy. She's an orphan and the Agency was kinda like the home she wasn't really supposed to go to but ended up staying in. The playroom though? I'm not sure. I can't remember too much else from the novel, so if somebody could inform me on a connection to the book and her gift, that'd be great.

Louisa May Alcott

Ability: Little Women

This is a really well known book, but I gotta say, I've never read it, so I guess I'm doing research. Hmmm.... I don't really see much in common? Looks like Louisa is the first to break pattern. "Little Women" is just a sorta semi-autobiographical about Louisa's RLC and her 3 (2? Maybe 4?) sisters growing up and coming into "woman-hood" as the website says. I'm not really sure what to pull from that for Louisa. I mean, one of the sisters was super shy, but it wasn't the sister that was based on Louisa's RLC, so.... Idk.

Margaret Mitchell

Ability: Gone With the Wind

Ok, I think the ability is pretty self-explanatory, and while I haven't read the book, I'd say the Fandom does a good job explaining it. So, "Gone With the Wind" is about a family post Civil War and mainly follows the rich little daughter's love affairs while the family falls into poverty. If that's wrong, blame the Fandom. So, I can see a few connections. Margaret wanted to earn some money to get back her family's pride (or whatever it is she said, I can't remember), which connects to the book's family falling into poverty. And she's southern like the characters in the book, I guess. Besides that, nothing much else to talk about.

Mark Twain

Ability: Tom Sawyer & Huck Finn

I've never read a "Mark Twain" book in my life, so let's see what research I have to do. Oh shit it's two stories? Fml. Uh... besides that, I don't see much connection between Mark and his RLC, so I guess we're just going on to the books, as has been the pattern for most of the Guild. Em.... not much from the books though. Ability wise, that is. I mean, the two characters from the books were friends, so I guess that kinda correlates to how Mark's ability beings work? Um... but..... besides that it kinda just connects to how cheerful and upbeat Mark acts, since both the books by his RLC are about boyhood. So.... yeah.

Nathaniel Hawthorne

Ability: The Scarlet Letter

Either I'm getting faster or I'm getting lazier. Whatever. Anyway, isn't this that weird movie that had a pseudo-sequel about the girl pretending to not be a virgin? (Idk if that's actually a pseudo-sequel, I'm just calling it that. I could be completely fucking wrong.) I'm kinda right? Ok, the priest thing fits since his RLC was in a very religious environment growing up. Also, I think the only reason his gift has to do with his blood is cause the A she puts on herself is red, so.... yeah. Simple connection. (Or I'm completely wrong.)

Alright! That was.... quick.... which makes me worry these aren't very good....

Lemme know if what I wrote was bad or not.

I've never gotten through them this quick.

Maybe since I knew most of them and didn't have to research much, it was easier?

Idk.

Whatever.

For the final part I'm doing the Rats in the House of the Dead, minus Fyodor cause I've already done him.

:3

[mirielvairenen]

I'm reading Braiding Sweetgrass for the first time, and I keep having to put it down because it's so beautiful and so sad. I'm from the land once cared for by the Anishinabek people- the same people as the author's- and I grew up picking wild strawberries and stand strawberries. I hear the care and reciprocity for the land- I agree, believe in, strive to do the same.

But- my family owned the stand. We found arrowheads from the people who had come before us, but they were barely more than a legend. I read biographies and novels and watched cartoons about them- my favorite Disney princess was, sigh, Pocahontas- and they were hardly more real than the elves and dwarves and talking mice that inhabited the rest of my mind. And they were Here- and still are. As of 2010, 1300 indigenous Americans lived in my hometown. That's about the same as my high school, in a small midwestern city. The old White Guilt- and I know that's what this is, this is me sitting with it- pushes through. That farmland my ancestors bought, after sailing here on cramped ships and laboring for decades to save money, was available because a generation before, other people had been driven out so that loggers could clear the woods, sell the trees, and mine the earth for gypsum. And we farmed, and grew to love the land, and cared for it as best we knew how, even as we poisoned it, the creatures that shared it, and ourselves. (And that's not an exaggeration. I have a family history of cancer that's related to pesticide use.)

And then- now I live in an industrial city, with a comfortable life, and so Alienated from the land of my childhood. There's no woods to go into, and nowhere to pick strawberries, or ramps, or to say- I cared for this place. Enjoy it and tend it in turn. But someone owns all the land, and no one is allowed to. I listen to this book roaring down the highway, and I don't know what sweetgrass even looks like. My first thought is that I want to buy a braid- but that isn't right. I want to find it, and pick it, and make a braid- still not right. I want to find it, and plant it, and tend to a stand of it- I could do that. How do you plant sweetgrass?

[mysticalwitchdefender]

"Lost but not forgotten, we have finally found you. We await you above. We have left this letter and the key that you may make your decision."

Calliope read the letter again. Hah, a letter, as though something that brief could be called a letter. Still, it raised questions. Who, in the four great planes of existence, could be looking for her? More importantly, why?

Calliope was not an old woman per se, she was thrown in the dungeon at the tender age of 11. However, she had lived down here for a great many years. How many years was hard to know for sure because, while she had kept track for the first 23 years, 17 months, and 42 days, the walls had run out of room for her tally marks. Even still, she reckoned that she had only been down here another 11 years give or take 3.

All this way to say, Calliope was no longer in her prime. (Not that she should be expected to be after her time in the dungeon, of course.) But she couldn't think of a single thing that would give her any use to anyone. She wasn't young enough to be sold as a slave as was the custom for dealing with foreign prisoners, and she wasn't old enough to be considered a wise woman or a soothsayer. She had no experience as an apprentice to anyone and the only thing she seemed to excel at was catching rats. Calliope took a shuddering breath. There was one thing she could be useful as....

........

Calliope was 8 years old. Her tutor had just finished instructing her in her lessons and she was free to play in the gardens. Her tutor sighed deeply. Her would have to speak to the girl's mother, however daunting that may prove to be. Calliope was a troublesome brat, not that he would say that to her mother, of course. Mouthing off, setting his assistants on fire, freeing the laboratory mice, and don't get him started on how she drowned his research notebook in ink! Years of research vanished in moments! No, he would definitely be speaking with her mother at length. "To think," he muttered to himself as Calliope ran down the hall, "that irritating little girl will one day be-"

............

"A QUEEN!" Calliope roared. "They wanted a queen!" Of course they wanted a queen, her mother was probably long dead and the kingdom in a state of disarray. But she didn't know anything about being a queen! Realization struck Calliope like a thunderbolt, they wanted a puppet. They wanted someone with royal blood who they could control. Furious, Calliope flung the key against the wall of her cell and tore the letter. How could they? Why didn't they sooner? What was she to do? These questions and more raced through her head. Calliope began to cry.

........

It was nearly nightfall by the time Calliope stopped crying. She had made her decision. Lifting the key off the floor, Calliope put it in the lock, turned it, and opened her door. She may just be a puppet to the faction waiting for her, but she intended to find answers first, and if necessary, she intended to seek her vengeance....

#writers #writersoftumblr

You’re stuck in a dungeon. you have been in here so long you don’t remember what crime you committed to be thrown in here. The kingdom has long since collapsed, and you’ve been stuck drinking the drips off the walls and eating the rats. One day you wake up to a surprise, a letter and the key.

[pigeonqueenzofie]

"Casualties" ~Throw backs to some real old poems, ca. 2015. Originally written on the wall of my room.

There, milling by the baseboards, movement. A scurrying in shadows. They reach the stairs, hauling back the day's bitter work. Across blank space, moth-eaten curtains shift to the world outside. The mice were keen scavengers, picking apart what was left, making paradise between walls once untouched. Outside now and the mice don't move. Autumn rushes in a cold herald. Water freezes deep where the roots have dug in. And the titan groans and shrieks, heaved sideways, grotesque, by last year's ritual. Now, invisible, a wall shoves in waves, tearing, with sand paper breath, the skin hanging loose in flaps, stripping bare the figure at last made faceless. Anger. The Wall tastes triumph. Malice dug in, tongue and cheek, it assaults the windows, testing ancient silicate, metal holding true until the bones break rotted through with cancer the spine snaps and turns on itself.

Below, roaring death. Mice flee, but some have faltered. And their paradise, in the fall a massacre, leaving them reeling, dazed in the dust, tasting dirt and counting the first of winter's casualities.

[talesofmariene]

The Tale of the Wyvern, the first book of Spring

Chapter 1, Tegan of Mardgarde

The cool crunch of snow, the final remnants of the previous winter clinging to the edges of the new year, sent a ripple across the forest. Mice and other small creatures took shelter in the roots and dirt, squirrels scampered up the conifers, and birds took flight looking for a new, quieter perch. Tegan’s horse snorted, her breath still barely visible in the cool, still air. Tegan ruffled her mane, gave her a gentle pat, and whispered in her ear that everything would be okay. The long journey was making the untested steed nervous, as it was the untested knight astride.

“The horses are growing tired, ma’am,” the young squire, Ennad, gently broke the silence that had hung above the pair for several hours. “To be truthful, as am I. The sun is very low in the sky, should we not make camp soon?” 

Tegan stopped her horse and motioned for Ennad to do the same. “Tell me,” she said without turning to face her squire, “what do you smell?” 

Ennad scoffed and sniffed with a bemused, exaggerated expression. “I smell tree sap and horse shit, the same things I’ve been smelling for weeks. What is the point of this?” 

“The point is that you’re not paying attention. We travel south, towards the Warlord’s March,” she pointed at the tips of the mountains, visible even through the thick canopy. “We are moving against the wind, which travels north, and so brings with it the scent of everything in our path. I smell three things I haven’t smelled since we left Castle Madgarde; smoke, livestock, and roasting meat. Before the sun sets we will be in a village, and they will have food, fresh water, and a place for us to rest before we carry on.” Tegan gently pulled the reins of her horse, clicking her heels into its haunches, and carried forward with a quiet determination. 

"Right, well, regular humans don't have the heightened senses of a knight like you, my lady," Ennad gently suggested their pony to follow and blindly looked around for anything to pay attention to besides the path ahead.

Tegan didn't answer, and allowed silence to drape over them once more. She couldn't deny Ennad's point, when she was knighted her senses were affected and greatly exaggerated. Without effort she could see further than the squire, hear more distant or fainter sounds, and distinguish smells more acutely. She knew, for instance, that about a half mile east of them, a fox had caught his, no, her dinner for the night,  a rabbit that had been just a little too slow getting to its burrow. She felt a growling in her stomach and thought of the rabbit she had caught two nights ago, the one Ennad roasted with fresh herbs they'd found growing in the woods. She kicked her heels into the horse's haunches a little harder, and hoped the villagers would be friendly enough to share some of their food. 

The path grew darker as the last light of day began to fade. A gentle breeze caused the tree branches to sway, and the pine needles rustled as if with purposeful intent. With her heightened senses Tegan could make out the path ahead of them, but even to her eyes the surrounding forest was becoming imperceptible. The sun had not set entirely, but the sky above the pair was awash with the burnt orange rays which indicated the near end to almost all natural light. If it were not for the promise of the nearby village, the knight and her squire would have had their camp prepared hours ago, but Tegan pressed on. 

Ennad yawned, stretching their arms out wide and cracking their back, which had grown stiff from the hours of riding without break. The squire sighed, and Tegan knew they were about to protest their continued riding, but before they could speak they were interrupted by a terrible sound. It was distant, very distant, but even someone without a knight’s senses could hear it clearly. The sound they heard was the roar of a great beast, but not one that Tegan recognized. It was at once a deep booming, like the firing of a cannon, that shook the forest floor and lingered in the chest, and also a shrill cry that pierced the ear like a knife caught to the ribs by surprise. Tegan likened it almost to the call of a bird of prey, although it was certainly not avian. 

The pair said nothing, only sharing a glance when the final echoes died. The horses had reared and whined, and now that it was over they dug their hooves into the ground nervously and blew air through those noses which turned to plumes of steam in the cool early spring air. Tegan attempted to calm her horse, and once the animal was able to move again she kept her face turned forward, not looking back. She didn’t want her squire to see the look on her face, to know that the knight they’d pledged to serve and learn from was absolutely petrified of whatever was out there. 

Just before the sun fell below the western horizon, and the New Moon which signified the beginning of Spring still hung low in the sky, the trees broke into a large clearing. The stone face of the mountain was visible, and a magnificent waterfall fed into a small lake, upon the banks of which was the dull orange candle-glow of the village Tegan had sniffed out several hours prior. She looked back at her squire with a sly grin, and gestured towards the nearly faded sun. “You see?” she said behind a gentle laugh, “I told you we would reach the village before the sun set.” 

The knight and her squire rode towards the town stables, a small structure very similar to all the others, with wooden walls and a thatched, straw lined roof. A dim, flickering glow from within indicated that the stable master was still at work, and his pudgy mustachioed face emerged from an open window when Tegan called for him. The man was red-cheeked, with small button eyes and a bulbous pockmarked nose. He wiped his hands on his leather apron as he looked at the tattered armour of the petty knight in wide-eyed bewilderment. Stuttering, as if he was speaking with the monarch themself, the stable master spoke to the knight. “I-I, I’m sorry, sir, but there’s no place here for your horses to rest, the stable’s full up.”

“It’s ma’am,” Tegan corrected him, as she’d become accustomed to, “and can you not free two spaces for the horses of a knight and her squire?” 

“Apologies, ma’am, but we don’t get many visitors here in Dale, and so we don’t really leave room for travelers, even for a knight of your standing.” The stable master looked around frantically, not wanting to turn a knight away completely. “I could empty out the firewood shed and you could tie your horses up in there, so at least their heads won’t get wet if it rains.” 

“That will have to suffice,” Tegan exchanged a look with her squire, who shrugged their shoulders and tilted their head. By right a serf or vassal is required to service a knight of the realm to the best of their abilities, within reason of course, in exchange for the protection offered by the knight and the lord they serve. Of course, in a small mountain village such as this, isolated as it is from the rest of the realm by the mountain range, a traveling knight might need to settle for lesser accommodations than they might be used to. Still, even if the pair was made to sleep in a barn next to the village livestock, it would be a better sleep than the many restless nights they’d had in the woods between here and Castle Madgarde. 

Tegan and Ennad helped the stable master move the firewood into the stables, aid which he insisted was unnecessary, but the pair had been riding all day and were eager to get some rest themselves. When the task was done they tied their horses inside, and as the stable master suggested, only the heads of the horses were protected from the elements. “Now, where might my squire and I find sleeping accommodations for ourselves? It has been many weeks of travel since we’ve had a bed to sleep upon and a roof over our heads.” 

The stable master opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a call from a figure who was rapidly growing less distant. The older woman, grey of hair and dressed in a hemp dress dyed with blues and greens, waved her arms as she all but ran towards the stables. Tegan noted the dress hung oddly off her body, and she wore cloth slippers one might wear indoors, as opposed to leather shoes which would be more appropriate for the muddy roads she stomped through. Clearly, she thought, this woman had dressed herself in a hurry, with little consideration for her appearance or the utility of her attire. 

"I'm so sorry, madam knight," she said with a curtsy towards Tegan, "I came as soon as the stable hand told me of your arrival. I am Ada, the alderwoman here in Dale." She glanced at the firewood shed where the knight's horse had been tied up and shook her head, avoiding eye contact with Tegan or her squire. "I apologize for the cold greeting you and your companion have been met with, if there had been forewarning of your travel through these parts I assure you we would have made better preparations." 

“It’s quite alright, miss alderwoman,” Tegan said with a courtly grace she had not been given the chance to affect for some time. “We won’t be in your village for very long, perhaps just for the night. From here we journey west, following the March until we reach the Temple of Sunlight.” 

“West?” Ada said, a false smile and widened eyes betraying a fear she hid for the sake of politeness. “Into the forest?” 

“We’ve been traveling south through this same forest for several weeks now. Sticking close to the mountains we should be able to find the temple in little time, no more than three days if our directions are correct,” Tegan looked around at the small village she found herself in. With no adequate shelter for their horses, the knight doubted there would be anywhere comfortable for her or her squire to rest. There was no inn or tavern in sight, nowhere for travelers to rest. In all likelihood the alderwoman would be required by courtly graciousness to give up her own bed to the knight. The squire would have to rely on the kindness of another villager, or else sleep in the stables with the livestock. Despite the natural beauty of the surroundings, the village of Dale was not a place Tegan wanted to stay in for very long. 

“The forest is not safe, lady knight,” Ada protested, poorly disguising her panicked fear for polite concern. “Strange noises are heard at all times of the day and night, and, well,” the alderwoman’s voice trailed off as she decided whether or not it was worth continuing her line of thought. She decided against it, adding, “Anyway, perhaps you and your companion should stay with us for the time being, until the danger has passed? We are hosting the Feast of Stars tomorrow night, you should at least stay for that.” 

“We heard the noise you’re referring to on our way into the village, do you know what it was?” Tegan had little hope this woman could give her much insight, but even a local legend or misinterpretation could provide her with something worthwhile. 

“Some foul creature to be sure, ma’am, a spirit of the forest or the mountain who wants vengeance upon us, on account of our good harvest last year.” The alderwoman seemed embarrassed by the look she received from Tegan after what she had said. “Either way, it’s not safe. My husband, Hamlin, wandered into the forest some days ago, he’s not well you see, and he has yet to return.” 

“Do you know which direction he went?” Tegan stood a little straighter and rested her hand on the hilt of her dull sword. Her affectation changed from a lady of the court of Madgarde to the knight of Mariene she hoped to become. 

“Yes, but-” 

“My squire and I will set out at first light and find your husband,” for the first time since this conversation began, Ennad’s glance turned from the alderwoman to the knight. Tegan did not return the look, although if she had she would have seen the furrowed brow and crooked frown of someone both confused and upset. “Show us to our beds for the night, and in the morning show us the direction Hamlin left in.”

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 8: The Stolen Lion

Training time for the princess! I'm not sure if it's canon or not, but I feel like Lance is the best flyer out of all of them, so it's nice to see that he's the one training Allura up there

Lance talking smack and still getting proved right when Allura can't hit him Why did a smack to blue's forehead send a jolt of electricity to Allura?? She's free-falling right now and that doesn't make sense

Someone else saved Allura this time! He was pretty snarky about it too when the boys finally got to her in that traction beam

Introducing Prince Bokar, I know his story, but it'll be nice to see how it plays out

He's looking for a bride and destiny led him to Allura apparently, but she's not buying it Now she does after he says he'd never hurt her

Lance being sassy again and starting his human lie-detector streak THIS MAN IS TRYING TO GET HIS ADRENALINE ANYWHERE, FLIPPING OFF THE TOP OF RED LION LIKE THAT

"You, up there, come down!" "Alright I'm down, your high and mighty majesty" GET HIM LANCE

Nanny said she wished two young men fought over her, this is probably where the Allurance started I'm an allurance shipper but not for this voltron show so right now I'm only reacting to nanny with heavy judgement

Pidge and Hunk being the only real ones who help Lance, but Keith is just staring down Bokar for being a piece of shit LMAO

Lance making good points about Bokar travelling by himself when a prince wouldn't do that, especially if he was in search for a bride

Apparently Lance knows how a space pirate fights, more angst material for meee

NANNY HAS NO CHILL MY GOD

Pidge learns not to insult the woman that gives him desserts, apparently he likes astrocakes which I like to think are just moonpies with a different name

R E V E N G E

And the reveal that Bokar really is evil His plan is to kidnap Allura and blue for Zarkon, fun Oh and apparently Koba is still watching on Arus and tormenting the mice while he's at it lol

Lance is still on his rampage about Bokar being evil, he's right of course, but man is he volatile

COBRAS IN THE VENT LANCE WAKE THE FUCK UP SINCE WHEN DID LANCE HAVE A KNIFE UNDER HIS MATTRESS

Lance's room number is R110, Keith's is R112, Hunk and Pidge came out of the same room which I assume would be either R111 or R113 I like to think Pidge and Hunk were having a sleep-over holy shit it keeps switching between r110 and r112 for Lance, jfc why does animation do this

MORE COBRAS suddenly the other boys have daggers, I guess they all have em

mmmm they want prince Bokar to pilot blue, obviously it's still early one as the princess agrees that she shouldn't be in blue unless in emergency but still GROSS they haven't tested his combat flight skills, I'm very much a stickler for the rules

This is where lance's sharp shooting skill probably started, he shot at bokars arm but only to hit the cobra under his sleeve which revealed that bokar was indeed the reason why the cobras were in the castle

I don't like that the princess just faints at the sight of a cobra, I know it's a very real fear for people but still that girl has seen nightmares come alive I think she can handle a danger noodle

Alfor ex machina returns again, is alfor part of voltrons spirit?

bokar tries to threaten her to fly blue but she refuses to but keith makes the weird ass call to follow his commands maybe it's to get them out of the water

AND THEN SHE FAINTS AGAIN WHEN SHE SEES HIS ACTUAL COBRA FORM ok this one i kind of understand but goddamn girl get a GRIP

out the open head hatch he goes apparently he can glide with those cobra wings of his

Voltron when we didn't even wake up Allura? I mean I guess she's awake now but maybe make that obvious to the audience guys

Prince bokar is technically listed as a robeast, but it's just his name, he weighs 3960 short tons in his giant form though

suddenly a real lion fades in and roars as voltron is slicing bokar in half? ok i guess

Lance calling Nanny out for being superficial lmao

Allura makes a weird comment about being watched, so she doesn't get taking in by a pretty face and then almost whispers "Unless I want it to happen" girly pop what uh,,, what are you implying here

Episode end! This was a fun one, it's always interesting when the villains stop trying to be obvious and start being smart by sending in spies to get to the team instead

[beels-burger-babe]

Beelzebub's Very Bad No Good Day

***So this is the new format in which I'll be answering requests. In my experience, actual posts get spread further than asks do, so this will hopefully help with that. ANYWAY, I am crazy excited about this request as a major Beel simp and YES I will proudly do this request! Thank you @sinnoman for blessing me with it. -B*** Summary: Beel doesn't get anything to eat one day, and it doesn't go well for anybody.

From the moment Beelzebub woke up, he knew that today was going to be a terrible day. For starters, he had apparently raided the fridge in his sleep the night before, so there was not a crumb left in the house for anyone to make breakfast with. Most of the others had gone and grabbed something from Hell's Kitchen on their way to class, but poor Beel had slept through his alarm due to the food coma his nighttime snack had put him in and had to rush to RAD. The entire school was talking about the monster that they believed had awoken beneath the school. Teachers were on edge ready to evacuate the premises for the earthquake they believed to be happening. Beel avoided eye contact, blushing as his empty stomach continued to rumble and roar throughout the day. He ended up eating a few pencils just to get it to quiet down and even that didn't have much effect. The Avatar of Gluttony nearly cried tears of relief when the lunch bell rang. But it seemed that fate was not his friend that day. He was going to order a gargantuan-sized Little Devil mango slushy, a side of Hellfire curry rice, fried shadow bat, and 108 seed salad and the main course of at least twenty shadow hog burgers with three servings of caramel shadow tart for dessert. Beel was drooling at just the thought of it. He was almost at the ordering station when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Beel growled and turned around, baring his teeth at whoever dared to disturb him.

Belphegor narrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Woah. Beel, relax. It's just me. We've got a student council meeting, and Lucifer has threatened to take away supper from whoever skips out." Beelzebub scoffed as the air around him darkened at the mention of someone taking food away from him. "I'd like to see him try." Belphie raised an eyebrow at his twin's uncharacteristically grumpy behaviour. "Are you alright, Beel?" As though to answer his question, Beel's stomach let out another loud roar, causing several students to flinch and Beel to scowl in frustration. "I'm hungry." Belphie's frown deepened. Beel was always hungry, but he didn't usually let it get to him like this. The younger twin rifled through his own bag before pulling out an obviously full paper bag. "You can have my lunch if you want. I ate a little bit of it during class and swiped a bagel from Mammon during the first period, so I'm not all that-" Before he could finish Beel ripped the bag out of Belphie's hands and devoured it, bag and all. Belphie blinked at his now empty hand and chuckled as Beel chewed. "Man, you must be starving huh?"

Beelzebub merely grunted and continued to chew before swallowing down the small meal. He glanced back at the lineup in the cafeteria and put a hand on his stomach as he thought about the lunch he should be enjoying. Belphie nudged him. "Come on, big guy. We got to get to that meeting. The sooner we get it over with, the more likely it is that we'll end early and you might be able to grab something before class starts again." Only the meeting was not short and quick like Belphie had said it might be. Diavolo wanted everyone to come up with an idea for a school fundraiser, and Lucifer was arguing with Asmodeus on what was and was not appropriate. To make matters worse, you were unable to attend as, according to Mammon, your charms professor had asked you to stay behind afterwards to discuss your progress in the class. The bickering on top of the lack of food in his stomach was giving Beel a migraine and the longer he sat there, the more irritable he had become. Eventually, it became too much and he snapped. "ENOUGH!" he bellowed, flipping the table as he stood. "No one cares about the stupid fundraiser anyway and you're just wasting all of our time arguing over something that will inevitably fall apart and cause an even bigger mess, just like it always does!" "Beelzebub! Watch your tone in front of-" "Shut it, Lucifer!" his brother's gaped at him in shock as he snarled at their elder. "I am sick and tired of you pushing us all around and punishing us when the slightest thing goes wrong just because you-" Beel poked Lucifer's chest hard enough to make him take a step back, "won't take responsibility for your own mistakes!" "Oh shit," Mammon whispered under his breath, as Lucifer's eyes narrowed and his body tensed in defence. The second-born quickly squeezed his way between the two of them and spread his arms to try and create some distance. "Okay! Tensions are high. People are upset. But this is not the place to brawl it out." he glanced over at Lucifer who looked like he was a second away from stringing him up to the ceiling. "Might I remind ya Lord Diavolo is still in the room?" Lucifer looked over at Diavolo, who appeared to be both hurt and concerned by Beelzebub's words, before sighing and fixing his composure. He gave Beel a hard look. "Obviously something is upsetting you, but we can discuss this at home. For the time being, I recommend you work on calming yourself and clearing your head." Beel just growled at him before stomping out of the student council room. He had been about to re-enter the cafeteria again when the bell rang signalling the end of lunch hour. Beelzebub felt his eye twitch before his demon form burst into existence. He let out a deafening scream as he grabbed a table and threw it across the room (students still seated on it, included). Students were yelling and scrambling like mice as the large demon rampaged through the halls. He tore the locked grate off of the serving station and grabbed the nearest server by the scruff of the collar, causing them to squeak in fear. "I'm hungry," Beel rumbled lowly as the demon trembled in his hands. "Get me something to eat now or I will not hesitate to eat you." "R-R-Right away, Beelzeb-b-bub." Beel carelessly dropped the demon, who scattered off to gather as much food as they could. He began pacing like a caged animal. Having been alerted by all the noise, his brothers and Diavolo rushed into the nearly destroyed cafeteria. Diavolo's jaw dropped. "Beelzebub, what's the meaning of all this?" Beel's famished brain didn't acknowledge Diavolo as an authority at the moment. Instead, he was yet another person trying to keep him from eating. "I need food. NOW!" Lucifer's eyes widened in realization as he whispered something to Diavolo. The prince nodded and took a step back. "I'm sure the cooks are doing all they can to get you food right away. But I need you to control yourself before I am forced to take action." Satan had his phone out and was urgently texting someone, as Belphie moved forward.

"You'll get your food shortly Beel. You just need to wai-" "I don't want to wait!!" There was a part of Beelzebub's brain that was aware he was acting like a child. But his stomach physically hurt from how empty it was. He was tired. He was starving. He didn't have the patience for pleasantries. "I've barely eaten anything all day, and people keep staring and talking about me because my stomach just will not stop growling and I'm so hungry that I can barely think straight! I hate it! But I know it won't go away unless I eat, so I NEED TO EAT!" The brothers looked at Beel in shock. They knew that he ate a lot, but they always passed it off as just another quirk that made him Beel. They didn't know it bothered him like this. They thought back on all the instances where Beel had stated that he was hungry out of nowhere, always with a distressed look on his face. Every single time they had brushed him off. Before any of them could respond, you casually walked into the war zone that was the cafeteria. "Alright Satan, what's so urgent that you needed me so badly?" The room fell quiet as everyone's attention snapped over to you and you took in the situation. It didn't take long for you to connect the dots.

You immediately began to rush over to Beelzebub; Mammon stepped forward to stop you. "Woah, MC! I don't think that's a good idea right now!"

You ignored him and continued to make your way to Beel. Seeing you, the small human that you were, made Beel realize just how reckless he had been acting. He held out his hands to stop you and took a step away. "You should listen to Mammon, MC. I-I haven't eaten all day and I-" "You haven't eaten all day?! Oh god, this is worst than I thought." Beel watched as you slid the oversized backpack that he had seen you carry around RAD with you every day off your back and begin to dump out the contents. In a second, dozens of bags of chips, candy, fruits, and other snacks spilled across the floor in front of the two of you. Beel didn't waste a single moment. He instantly began consuming the snacks, causing you to smile happily. "Wha-What?! MC?! Why the hell do you have that much food on ya?!" Mammon sputtered as he cautiously began to approach you. You shrugged. "Beel gets upset when he's hungry, and I don't like it when he's upset. So I stocked up on some of his favourite snacks a while back and always keep them on me just in case," Beel paused his eating to look up at you in awe, "He can't help that he's always hungry. It's not like he asked to be the Avatar of Gluttony." Suddenly there were a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Lucifer, Levi, and Mammon called out your name as Beel pulled you tightly against his chest. You just grinned and hugged the friendly giant back. "Thank you," he whispered softly into your hair, his arms tightening around you just a little more. "There's nothing to thank me for." As Beel finally began to calm down, the cooks came out with platters of food and shakily laid them out around you and Beel before taking cover back into the kitchen. Seeing that the threat had passed, the other brothers began to approach as well. "You know Beel, I didn't know you had that much pent-up anger inside of you. It was terrifying!" Asmodeus chirped as he plopped down beside the two of you.

"Yeah! You were just like the antagonist in My Boyfriend Turned Into a Cannabilistic Rage Monster, And Now I Have to Stop Him From Devouring The Whole City!!!" Levi began to ramble about specific scenes from the show that matched perfectly with Beel's rampage, causing Beel to blush as he munched on a burger. Belphie sighed and elbowed Beel as he took his seat at his side. "We'll have to make sure that MC's always around you. Just in case you know?" he smiled softly, before looking at his twin with a more serious expression. "You should've told me about all that stuff you said earlier. I had no idea you felt that away about your appetite." Beel looked away uncomfortably as he took another bite of his food and avoided the question. You snuggled closer to him, to provide him with some comfort. Satan tapped his chin as he watched the group. "I'm sure we could talk with Barbatos and come up with some sort of high-protein shake or bar that would better satisfy you. That way you wouldn't have to eat as much." Lucifer glanced over at Diavolo, silently asking if it was a possibility. The prince smiled warmly. "I'll have Barabatos begin working on something right away." Forgetting all about class and the anger that had previously consumed him, Beel looked around at his family. A warm feeling blossomed in his stomach as he felt content with the rare care and affection that they were openly showing. Maybe it had something to do with the thirty burgers he had already ate, but for just a second, Beel didn't feel so hungry anymore. ***Boy that got a little angsty there for a second, but I hope this was to your liking @sinnoman! I definitely enjoyed writing this one, and I think it made me fall in love with my boy Beel even more 🥰*** TAGLIST: @vampwiire @bunna-does-stuff