#pentagon head canon

[mitsukuri]

what if jikkyuu/souza/hasebe/nihongou/fukushima

[safination]

Partners in Death...and Life.

Part I: Radio's not dead

| Part 2: Radio Will Be Dead if He Doesn’t Explain Himself. | Masterlist| ao3 Pairings: Alastor x wife!reader Tags: fem! reader, established relationship, human!alastor, hopefully not but just in case ooc!alastor (I'm trying my best to keep him as canon as possible) acroace!alastor

"Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you. Quite a pleasure!” One hand reset on his chest, and the other shoots into the air. It’s the bow you did in high school, back when you wanted theater to pay your bills. A performer’s bow. You chuckle. “I don’t think it will be quite the pleasure you think.” “Is that so?” Alastor’s smile remains constant. “And why would that be?” You show him the tray you’re holding. “I’m here to do your sutures.” [Or after a seven-year absence, you find the man you were married to in life, not only back in town, but also helping . . . *checks notes* . . . the Princess of Hell run a hotel aimed at rehabilitating sinners who were sent to the bad place for a reason.]

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You pass the tissue box—the third one already.

Your patient blows his nose, rubbing snot off his snout. He has to stretch his arms to reach his nose. Alligators are known for their long snouts. His nostrils flare when he sniffles.

Used tissue is discarded on the pastel-pink floor despite a pastel-pink trashcan stationed by his webbed feet. It’s been the same pattern for the last fifteen-minutes. Tissue, Sneeze. Floor.

“—and I have this . . . uh . . . like this real bad itch on my eye. I keep rubbing and rubbing but it doesn’t do shit! My eyesight’s gotten worse—It’s already fucked up but this is just different. My roommate hissed at me about getting blood all-over the carpet floors if I kept scratching my scales. Oh. Oh! I’ve been snee—achew!” Alligator snot lands on the pastel-pink floors of the clinic.

Your eyes twitch.

He takes another tissue and waves it around his head. “The top of my head is killing me. Ya’know where that is right?” He blows his nose. “It’s right here,” he says, inching his head closer to you. “The last nurse I went to was blind as a bat! Literally, she had the wings and everything. It was kinda hot.”

“I’m well aware of the location of your head,” you say. “You can lean back now.”

Tissue. Sneeze. Floor

Tissue. Sneeze. Floor.

Tissue. Sneeze. Floor.

Pastel pink floor.

Underneath the mix of feathers and hair strands, the bustling of the waiting room catches your ears. Someone curses, booming and violent at another waiting patient. A cough, a sigh, a barf. Painful curses erupt after that. You bring a hand to your ears, wincing as your eardrum ring. Pentagon City’s best and biggest hospital needs better doors, but those lazy sloth fuckers at the top invested at the first material they found.

The alligator sneezes into another tissue. He flicks it with his wrist, and it hits the pastel-pink wallpaper adorned with closed eyes. Maybe Belphegor should be the sin of Pride instead, considering all items are covered in her symbol.

“I really feel like t’was those exterminators ya’know?”

You do not, in fact, know. Half of what this young man says is incomprehensible.

His snout sways left to right when he shakes his head. “It’s only my second one, and this was a close call, and uh . . . well, ever since then I’ve been like this. One even got to my roommate. “

You hum, leaning back on your chair. You should petition to for thicker doors. And while you’re at it, better interior design, and better paint—something that isn’t pastel pink.

“Ugh, and it’s so not cool that this new roommate of mine’s been shedding since the day they moved in,” he says.  “Speaking of shedding, do you think it’s because of those exterminators? Do you think they like spread some sort of weird pollen to make us sick? They’re totally the type to do that.”

You take your pen—your pastel-fucking-pink pen—and poke his alligator sinuses.

Hell does have its own brand of humor. You gave your 20s to studying human anatomy, only to die and find yourself with the need to re-learn the boring part of biology.  (Two books on reptiles, four on mammals, and fifteen on sea creatures.)

“YEOWCH!” His teeth stick out again. You do not know what this means.  “What kind of nurse ar—“

“Doctor.”

“—you? That’s not the top of my head!”

You push back on of the feathers on your head. “Your roommate ‘hissed’ at you? And they’ve been shedding fur for two weeks now.?

“Yeah . . . ?”

You stare at him. “Have you ever considered that you’re allergic to your roommate?”

“Ooooooooooh,” he says. ‘Yeah, I was allergic to cats back when I was alive.”

You grab your (pastel-fucking-pink) prescription pad from the desk drawer. “Control it with some antihistamine. Four pills every 12 hours.”

His teeth start showing. You’re not sure if he’s frowning. It’s hard to tell. “Pills, really?”

You toss what you were writing into the massive pile of germs, mucus, and tissue. “I can give you a nasal spray. I’ll flush the mucus then insert a spray that prevents build-up,” you say. “They last for two weeks and then you’ll need to come back.”

He grabs the last tissue from the box. It still lands on your floor. “Ma’am nurse, do you have any more of this?”

You sigh and reach for a fourth box of tissue. “It’s doctor,” you say. “We keep nasal sprays here in the clinic. I’ll just grab one and you’ll be out in fifteen minutes.”

“No can do,” he says. “Before I died, my coach told me to stay away from that non-organic shit. It’ll mess us up real bad apparently. All those steroids.”

“You have phencyclidine sticking out of your coat pocket.”

“Pheny—what?”

“ . . . Angel Dust.”

“The porn star?”

“The drug. You have drugs sticking out of your coat pocket.”

“Come on, nurse—”

Threads erupt from your fingers. It snakes around his wrist, coiling and twisting.

He jerks his arm away and cries out when you tighten your hold. Your threads wrap around his legs. It pulls against his waist. Magic binds his arms, and tightens around every joint he owns.

You stop, only when the alligator struggles, trashing against the clinic chair.  His teeth bare and he snaps at whatever he can reach. You tug on one of the thousands of strings digging into his skin. His jaw snaps shut, and it will stay shut. Another tug and his back stretches to straighten. You move your fingers as if a piano laid before you, and he sits up like a good puppet.

Another month of clinic dury will be your punishment if those sloth from down below are lucid enough to do their jobs.Sadly, killing this idiot would have you suspended for three months.

“I am a doctor,” you tell him. “Do not make me repeat myself.”

The tension on your strings marks even the few scales scattered on his body. He’s a real idiot if he continues to struggle.

Delicate movements of your fingers bring him forward, his back still strained, and tilt his snout at a forty-five-degree angle.

Your threads elongate as you move toward the clinic drawers. It loosens around you, careful at keeping you able to move freely. It’s one of the handier parts of your magic. You shake your hands and the threads detach. It sticks to the floor to keep the alligator as your puppet. You scrub your hands thoroughly before taking the nasal spray and filling with with distilled water.

You place on nitrite gloves. It’s always best when dealing with bodily substances such as mucus.

You place a pan underneath and jam the tube up his nostrils, hosing his sinuses with water. The tension of his binding keeps him still. (If you ignore his whining, then that’s your business. The brawl you heard from the waiting room drowned it all out anyway.) He starts breathing better when all the snot flushes to the pan.

“Finished,” you say with satisfaction. You grab your prescription pad and write one for a nasal spray. “I cleared the mucus buildup so you shouldn’t feel any more headaches. The spray will keep your nose clear for as long as you use it. Come back if you start to feel any discomfort. For the rashes just get cream.” You point at the pastel pink door. “The exit’s right there.”

The threads dissolve in the air. He rubs his wrist, trying to soothe the red marks that your strings bring. You hand him the signed prescription.

He doesn’t close the door on his way out.

The broom and dustpan are hidden in one of the taller cabinets—pastel-pink like everything else in the room.

(Well, not everything. The radio sitting on the corner of the counter gives a splash of red into the room.)

You sweep the tissues into the dustpan. Your control over your strings is much more proficient when living beings are involved. Inanimate objects whip around when you use your magic on them, and radios have been difficult to purchase recently. It’s more convenient to clean using your own hands.

“Tagatha,” you call out when the floor is clean. “You can bring in the next one in.”

Silence is your reply.

“Tagatha?”

Your ears quirk. The noises are faint—an occasional cough, silent weeping, and muted voices coming from the television. You peek out the door, eyeing the crowd formed around the corner of the hall where a pAstel-pInK television mounts on the wall.

The door closes with a faint click. You sink into the cushions of the office chair. Vox’s yapping bore you. It was probably some man-child debate about the new extermination date.

Although . . . those serialized dramas he produces, sadly, are interesting enough to be consumed. If asked for your honest opinion, you’d tell them that they were a hot pile of smelly garbage, but you like to leave it playing mindlessly in the background.

Your husband will throw the television out the window the first chance he’ll get.

Too bad he’s occupied.

You grab a piece of paper from the drawer. Management is forcing you to write a thousand-word formal apology. There are about three-hundred words left to write.

Getting caught dissecting the dead bodies from the morgue is a mistake that won’t be repeated. One dead body and suddenly those lazy fuckers have diligence weaved into their DNA.

The body was already dead, and it’s not every day a chance to poke around a chimera’s entrails appears.

The sinner would contribute to something meaningful at least. You’re stuck on clinic duty until you dot your last sentence, and not a moment before

The coffee’s cold now, but consumable.

You reach across the desk, feeling for the knob of the radio. You twist until you feel the clink. Music fills the air—the same twenty-five songs on a loop. You stare at the radio for a moment. Just . . . a small . . . single moment.

 . . . On your kitchen counter, that second cup of coffee should be cold by now. It’s always cold when you trudge through the door. It’s been cold and untouched for years.

Yet, without fail, that second cup you brew will always be waiting for its owner.

“Salutations!” You snap your head to the radio. “Good to be back on the air.”

Huh? The feather on your hair preens. You swipe the radio, your hold on it feather-light.  You turn the knob responsible for volume. The static noise stings your eardrums.

“—ile since someone with style treated hell to a broadcast. Sinners rejoice!”

Murmurs erupt outside your door. You blink and find yourself slamming it open. One foot after another, one step after the other, brings you closer to the television. Your shoulder throbs when you bump into someone, but you keep pushing until you see Vox and his tacky suit enlarged on the screen.

“What a dated voice!”

A reply comes from the radio. “Instead of a clout-chasin’ mediocre video podcast.”

Your feather rises higher. Laughter escapes your lips, it leaves a dry taste. That . . . that ṁ̵̭͔̲̙̦͎̝̜̲̠͙͇̂̏̃̐̂̓̊̂̕̕o̴̢��̝̙̤̬͚͐̅͗̌̇̂̌̕ţ̷̛̝̂̿h̶̯̟̙̲̘̟̟͙͔̔̋͊̋̿̐͘͜͜ę̶̗̰͔̫͔̗̝̘̻̰̓̓̈̊͜r̵̨̂̏f̶͖̻̱̺͕̹̫̭̠̚u̸̬̺̯̟̦͖̅̂́́̌̚͝ć̴̖͙̰͈͕̉͌̈́́̈̔̀̉̍́͜͠ḳ̴̨̧̗̫̗͖̞̟̑͌̂̀̈́̀͆͒ę̷̛͓̼̟͍̆̆́͆̾͛͝r̵̹̮̤͓̗̹̈́̎̉͌̾͌̏͑̋̚͝.

“Doctor!” Tagatha screeches when she spots you. “I am so sorry. I’ll bring in the next one right away!”

Your eyes are trapped by the screen and your ears by the radio. “It’s alrig—”

Tagatha grabs the closest person to her and shoves you back into the clinic. The door slams shut just as everything goes dark and silent. (Well, it’s not completely dark, once your eyes adjust you can still see as if the lights were open. Another small perk to this body). Your radio, along with the power, stopped working.

“Oh my!” Your new patient bleats.

“We have generators,” you find yourself saying. “I’m sure the power will come on in a minute.”

The cushions of the chair do little to ease your nerves. You pat your hair, trying to get it in control. A pile of feathers starts forming on the PASTEL-FUCKING PINK FLOORS. T̴̹̜͇̅̅͗͜H̶̰̗̄Ơ̶̡̡̻̗͖̋̎̓̓S̴̨͉̝̻͋̽̆́͆Ẹ̸̡̢͐͐͠ ̷̨͚̞̙̀͒̆̆͊Ŭ̵͕̲̪͇͓͐̚G̷̹̝̦̬͊͒Ḷ̶̭͓̎̏̈͘Y̶͇̟̍̉̚ ̷̟͎͕̞͂͑̂̇À̶͉̍̄̈̚S̸͖̖͕͑̏͛̈́S̶͚̤̼̯̀ ̶̻͆P̷̬̝̉Ä̵͕́͊̌S̸̢͍̆̓͝Ṫ̸͖̲̠̾̉͜͝E̷̺͆L̷͖̏͐́͝ ̶̛̟̽͝P̷̪̔͜I̴̹̥̹͖̮͒́̏͘N̸̳̙̼̾̆̿Ķ̶̟̞̜̉͊̓̂̚ ̵͈̬̃̿̄̈́̋F̵̨̨̼̫̘͘L̸̙̠͎̓̆́O̷̧̘͚͉̤̓O̷̤̟̱̼̤͋̍͐R̷̰̝̓͌̌Ș̵̲̝̈́ “Excuse me?” You will paint this room red with the blood of management.  You tap your foot again, and again, and again. “ . . .Doctor?”

Your neck snaps in her direction, eyes wide and staring.

“The . . . uh . . . the lights are back.”

You blink at your patient—huh, she’s a goat. “I apologize,” you say, smiling. “Please, tell me, what brings you here in this hellish afternoon.”

She holds up her bleeding arm. “It’s been like this since the extermination,” she explains. “Some angle got me. Luckily, I was able to run off before I was finished. I thought it would heal on its own like it usually does but it just hasn’t. It keeps bleeding.”

“Well, angel-induced injuries are my specialty,” you say. Tucked away to the side, a mirror hangs. You catch your reflection, and you blow your hair away from your vision, your red sclerae “This will cost you. Injuries caused by angels are . . . difficult to stitch, but not impossible—not for me at least.”

“Oh, yes.” She bleats one more “Dear God, where are my manners? I’m sorry can I ask for your name?”

Your smile widens. “Of course. I’m—"

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“Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you. Quite a pleasure!” One hand reset on his chest, and the other shoots into the air. It’s the bow you did in high school, back when you wanted theater to pay your bills. A performer’s bow.

You chuckle. “I don’t think it will be quite the pleasure you think.”

“Is that so?” Alastor’s smile remains constant. “And why would that be?”

You show him the tray you’re holding. “I’m here to do your sutures.” He steps closer to take a peek. You watch him as his eyes gloss over your matches then your needle driver, then the alcohol lamp. His smile wobbles when he lands on the syringe.

You move the tray, dropping it down on the little cart by the examination chair.

“There’s no need to worry.” You beam at him. “I have the steadiest hands in this city.”

“Hmmmm,” he says. “You must be the other doctor then.”

“Not at all.” You point to your uniform, where the initial ‘NP’ is embroidered next to your name. “Just the nurse practitioner.”

He takes a closer look and reads your name. “Then I have no reason to fret. None at all! In my experience, doctors usually have their noses buried in their books. It’s the nurses that actually get the hands-on experience.” Alastor’s hands move when he talks. “What’s such a talented practitioner doing in such a dinged-up clinic?”

“Management caught me in the morgue dissecting the dead—It’s how I practice my stitches.”

“Really, now?”

You bark a laugh. “Not at all—I’m far too smart to get caught.”

“A witty sense of humor and a steady hand! I am in good hands, indeed.”

You take a seat on the rolling stool. “Yes, yes,” you say, waving your wrist. “You make fine compliments, Sir. I’ll be sure to be extra gentle.” You point towards the examination chair. “But, please hurry to the chair. You’re dripping blood on my floor.”

Alastor glances down. His eyebrows furrow as he glares at where the blood seeps from his sleeve . . . almost . . . almost as if he’s angry. “My apologies,” he says, allowing his blood to drip to the floor.

Alastor shrugs off his coat. It’s rare to see such a dark red—only a few choose such a color. You hum. Alastor is a well-dressed gentleman. Lovely. Those are your favorite kind. He drapes his coat over the spare chair, ignoring the coat racks the clinic provides.

You turn away and wheel yourself closer to one of the drawers on the counter. It takes two attempts until you find the stash of sterile gloves. “Take your seat when you’re ready,” you say. “I’ll take a look once you are.” You place the gloves on the little green cart, right next to your tray.

Alastor takes his seat, landing with an audible ‘humph’. He smiles at you, sleeves rolled and arm ready. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

You hold your palm out. “May I?”

His smile wobbles—it’s a small change in expression that you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t looking. “Of course.”

Along his forearm, a long and sharp cut wounds him. The sight of grime that covers the opened abrasions makes you inwardly cringe. You need to clean these as soon as possible. “Why was this not checked sooner?” You rest his hands on the armrest and use your foot to bring the cart closer. “This looks old, and not at all like a freshly deep cut. I prefer it when patients come to me with fresh wounds.”

You grab a bowl with distilled water and pour in a sterile solution. “I assumed it would heal on its own,” he tells you. “It was quite a surprise when it did not.”

“I need to clean this before you die of infection.” You dip his arm into the bowl. He remains silent, but you feel the tension of his muscles under your fingers. “Hopefully there will be no next time, but just in case, next time, please don’t wait a month.”

He laughs, and there, you faintly see it—a twitch in his eye. “It was only a week actually.”

You smile to yourself. “I’d prefer it if it was only a few hours.” You dry his arm with a soft towel, his arm still tensed underneath your touch. “There, much better.”  You release your hold to go to a shelf filled with different labeled vials and select the one you need. With the clean syringe, you draw the contents of the vial. “You’ll feel a bit of a pinch,” you say. You tap its side. “It’s morphine— wouldn’t want you screaming and writhing”

You study his face for a second. There’s just that same dismissively polite smile.

“You can look away if you wish,” you tell him. “It’s why we pin such . . . er . . .interesting decorations around. . . . May I?”

You feel it again when Alastor inches his arm closer. His muscles tense under your touch. It’s almost as if he wishes to pull away. You keep your hold feather-light, but firm.

“Are you a hunter by any chance?” you ask. You don’t prick him—not yet. Not when tension coils in your hold.

“You could describe it that way,” he says, chuckling like he’s told a humorous joke. (You don’t understand why.)

“I figured you were.”

Alastor slides his glasses up the bridge of his nose. You inject the morphine into his skin, right inside the soft pink tissue. Good. Alastor relaxes when he speaks, it seems. “I do love a good hunt,” he says. “How ever did you know.”

You release your hold and discard the syringe. “Your hands are rough,” you tell him. “And hunters always have this silly notion that injuries magically heal given enough time—along with farmers, actually. Although, farmers are usually much more deluded.”

He flashes that same polite smile. “I'm guessing you’re not a hunter then?”

“How ever did you know?”

You watch his eyes flicker to your palms as you re-arrange the needles. “Delicate hands.”

You flash the same polite smile right back at him. You take a match, and light the alcohol lamp.

Soap spreads all over your palms and up your arm as you scrub your hands. You slip your hands into the sterilized gloves, careful not to contaminate the surface. “I’ll begin now.”

Alastor hums in reply.

You take a scapple and pass it over the flame. You poke him, lightly, but he doesn’t react. Satisfied, you cut back fibrous tissue underneath the skin. You replace the scapple with a needle driver. There was a quiet click when you pinch the tiny curved needle. You pass it over the flame as well. “Can you do me a favor? Can you tell me how many stars are on that wall over there?

Alastor turns to look at you, but you block his eyes with your palm, shielding him from your stiches.

“The wall isn’t over here.”

“I assure you, I’m not afraid of a silly needle.”

“I’m sure you are,” you say. “However, you’ll forgive me if I don’t take your word for it. The last three people who said that took one look and started squirming. One even fainted. It makes your life miserable, and my job harder.

He counts.

“Out loud please.”

He does as he’s told, rather reluctantly.

Hands steady and determination set, you pierce the soft pink tissue with your needle The tissue nearest to the surface is always delicate. You’re certain not to catch any fat in your suture, for fat dies, and a loose stitch is useless. “Well, isn’t this fun!” he says. “I really feel nothing.”

Your concentration does not break. “I don’t remember there only being twenty-six stars. I’m positive there are more.”

“Why is someone as talented as you only a nurse practitioner?”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a nurse,” you reply, tugging on the needle. “Well . . .we . . . we certainly could be paid more.”

“Why not become an actual doctor then?”

“My father couldn’t afford it. He wouldn’t send me . . . and . . . hmm.” You smoothly pull the suture thread and begin the next stitch. “And I enjoy this.”

He looks down at you. “Is this all you’ll be satisfied with?”

You focus back on your stitching, hiding your glare. You bring your needle underneath the flesh, making sure to catch the soft tissue. You’re doing an uncommon stitch, but it would be a shame to leave a scar. “You sound familiar.”

You pause to look at him, His smile brightens, and it actually looks like a genuine elated smile. “Why, I’m a radio broadcaster. You might have heard me there.”

“Oh yes,” you hum, turning back to your stitching. “Alastor . . . I remember now. The ladies and I listen to your broadcast as we do our crafts.”

“Knitting?”

“I personally prefer embroidery,” you say. “I get to practice my stitching and make beautiful art.” You pull the thread and begin a new one, stitching his skin like they were shoe laces. “You’re quite the humorous gentleman, I must say, and quite a lovely taste in music. We enjoy your broadcast very much”

“Do you have any of your artworks here?” he asks you. “I would be eager to see them.”

“Maybe next time.” You tug the suture, and his laceration snaps to a close. You tie a knot and snip the end. “Unfortunately, I’ve finished your stitches.”

“Next time then.”

You discard your gloves and go back to the shelf with the vials. You fill up another syringe. You jam the needle into his skin, not enough to hurt, just enough to scare him a bit. “To prevent infection.”

He jerks away from you. “What happened to that gentle touch of yours?”

“It’s still a sharp object, Sir. They tend to hurt.” You smirk and carefully clean the remaining blood on the skin around the sutured wound. You take a bandage from your cart and begin wrapping it around his forearm, covering your sutures. “Don’t forget to drink your pills every 8 hours, with a meal in your stomach, preferably. Replace the dressing every three days. You can come back here or if you’re able to do so, you can change them yourself. Any by the good God, please, visit the nearest hospital should this incident repeat.”

Alastor slides off the examination chair. He grabs his coat as if you didn’t just stitch him close. You start packing when you notice him fixing his bow tie, and smoothing his hair. Huh . . .There’s blood on his coat, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Like he’s used to having it there. Like it’s just something he’s learned to live with. “You were wrong by the way.”

“Pardon?”

“It was quite the pleasure to meet you.”

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Next Part |Part 2: Radio Will be Dead if He Doesn't Explain Himself| Hello, welcome to the hell that's been plaguing my head. In case you didn't know Belphegor is the ruler of the sloth ring, and she seems to be in charge of medical-related stuff in Hell. I have the story mostly plotted out, it's just a matter of writing it down. If you have any questions, ask away

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Redesigning Helluva Beelzebub

Hoo boy, roll up the sleeves for this one.

The Original

In my review of Helluva Boss 108, I mentioned that Beelzebub's character design put me in mind of how some DeviantArt kid's fursona might look. And... Yeah I stand by that statement. The most likely reason I can figure Viv Medrano wanted her to be dog-like was to make a reference to her Die Young music video, which featured an anthro wolf singing a Kesha song (for context, Kesha herself voiced Beelzebub and co-wrote a song for this episode).

But for those who are unaware, Beelzebub's traditional depiction looks nothing like this.

Really the only visual similarities the Helluva version shares with the Infernal Dictionary version are the insect wings, six limbs, and the crown thingy over the head. (At least I think that's a crown-? Kinda hard to tell on both counts.)

Bee's eyes get somewhat more insectoid later in the episode, but that feels like a cop-out. Wow, her eyes and colors changed. Totally a bug demon, right?

They had the same problem in Hazbin Hotel with Katie Killjoy, who's allegedly supposed to be a praying mantis but barely resembles one, even after her transformation.

I understand the desire for fresh takes on old figures, and taking creative liberties so the new interpretation doesn't feel generic. But the changes should at least make sense. By now it's pretty clear Viv couldn't care less about representing Ars Goetia demons faithfully, as demonstrated with Paimon, Andrealphus, and now Beelzebub. You could slap completely different names on these characters and it wouldn't change a thing. I posted this meme a while back but it's never been more relevant:

On top of that, what reason could there possibly be for the design to be this damn complex? Why did she need so many markings on her face? Why did she need so many layers of hair? Why did she need flowing goo for her hair, tail, and body, each requiring dedicated effects animation?

When it comes to a hand-drawn production, less is more. Any superfluous details on a character just make unnecessary work for the animators.

Anyway, here's what Viv has to say about it.

Alright, I'll admit: The lava lamp bit is a little clever. Basically it works as a regular stomach does, but on demonic steroids. But it wouldn't look so much like Viv's making this up as she goes if we'd seen Bee's stomach performing its intended function in the episode. Let her chow down on a giant piece of food (maybe that cotton candy she's been handing out-?) and swallow it, and let Loona (and the audience) see it dissolving in her transparent belly. As a general rule, if it's not shown or explained in the work itself, it's not canon. Like I've said before, Viv: Elaborate on the nuances in the story you're telling, not on social media.

Also, "Her ears are designed after beehives"? Wh...Wha? Ma'am have you ever seen a beehive.

(Hell, even if you told me the ears were inspired by the generic cartoon beehive we're all familiar with, I wouldn't have guessed. There's a difference between being subtle and being vague.)

I can kinda see it in the overall shape, but that's a very specific design inspiration that wasn't clear at all in the design itself. Same with the "animal trainer" thing: I never would have picked up on that if Viv hadn't pointed it out. If a character design doesn't visually convey all the necessary information, it's not a successful design. Show, don't tell. There's a communication breakdown between what Viv's telling us and what Bee's design shows us.

(It's possible she actually meant "Her ears are designed after honeycombs", but even then, each compartment has a specific pentagonal shape that's not coming across at all here.)

I also find it interesting that Bee and Loona have almost the exact same body type. Of course Viv's pretty infamous for samebody syndrome, but it's actually unnerving how similar these two are.

Might this be a reference to Vortex's "type"? Is this foreshadowing a relationship with Loona? Am I overthinking this? Yeah, probably. Viv's demonstrated a clear preference for tall, skinny body types over the years, so it's safer to assume that's the explanation. It's all aesthetics. It ain't that deep. Occam's Razor and all that.

Finally, Bee how the hell does your shirt work.

The Concept

So at this point it seems most logical to lean into the "bee" thing for the redesign, and scrap all the canine elements. As for the blobby hair and tail... yeeeah let's nix those too. We're going for a streamlined version that's easier to animate. And because I ignored the ringmaster look for my redesign of Asmodeus, it only makes sense to do the same for Bee's animal trainer vibe (what little there is) for the sake of consistency. I know this version of Hell has a circus theme with its highest-ranking demons, but there's never been an in-universe explanation for why that is.

Let's look at actual bees, then. A quick peek at Google has informed me that certain insect species have smaller, "simple" eyes (also known as ocelli), in addition to their compound eyes. In bees, this manifests as a triangular grouping of three beady eyes on top of the head.

In her Helluva Boss episode, Bee's full demon form has three eyes, which could be a reference to this triangular arrangement, plus her regular form has two spots on her forehead in addition to the third eye. So it's possible Viv actually did research for something. Pleasantly surprised on that front.

Next, the body. I've noticed that some folks find Bee's skinny body type refreshing, as the sin of gluttony is too often personified with fatness. And that's fair. That's valid. But consider this:

Imagine any Vivziepop character saying that about a chubby person. Imagine the series sending the message that fat people can be sexy too, and that they have worth outside of their appearance, enough for at least one character to consider them girlfriend material. That they're valued and appreciated regardless of this culture's beauty standards (which we know nothing about since the worldbuilding is as thin and flimsy as tissue paper, but whatever). Imagine if this show finally had a fat female character who wasn't relegated to the background. Don't know about y'all, but that would be refreshing to me. And when you take into account all the fat-shaming of a character who isn't even fat, portraying a fat character as attractive would be a nice change of pace for this show.

Now let's talk about clothing. In the episode, Bee's clothes show off a lot of her body, with a cutout crop top and short shorts. We can take a similar approach for the redesign (something that still shows off her chest, belly, and limbs, in keeping with the extroverted "party girl" persona), but that perhaps includes more queenly elements.

The Redesign

Because this is a redesign, many elements were already in place, but I still had to figure out how this character would look as a bee. Here's where the preliminary sketches came in. Lots of trial and error in this process.

Wrestling with this character's face got a lot easier once I realized I could mold it into a pentagonal shape akin to a honeycomb compartment. It took a few tries, but at last, I had a final sketch.

All that was left to do was test out some color combinations.

I tried a few different approaches, but in the end, this is the version I felt worked best.

I used many of the colors from the original, but pushed the orange much harder since orange is the symbolic color of gluttony as a sin. And overall it gives Bee a nice honey-ish look rather than the generic black and yellow we already see on so many bees in cartoons. I thought the colored outlines on her clothing would add a soft, feminine touch, as well.

And just for kicks, here's a quick sketch of her giant form, inspired by the Infernal Dictionary drawing of Beelzebub.

Conclusion

The canon version of this character exists in the form she does for no reason than to stroke her creator's ego. "Hey guys, remember when I animated that Kesha fan video? Remember how cool that was? Wanna see me foist this unnecessarily-complex character design on other animators while I take a victory lap?" I wouldn't mind so much if Viv animated any of this herself, but she didn't. I could almost excuse this if she had no animation experience and didn't know how much work it requires, but she does. The self-aggrandizing entitlement is just off the charts. But a nonsensical design is leagues better than a stolen one, so... brownie points for that, I guess.

[gerec]

Hey! Are there any Xavierine hurt/comfort fics that you would recommend?

(I guess the ones with hurt!Logan are pretty rare, but either is fine.)

Thank you 🙏🏻

Oh boy, Anon, I'm so happy to get an ask for Xavierine fic recs!!! Here are some excellent hurt/comfort fics for you to enjoy (I've also added a couple of my own on the list!):

Insomnia by Rellanka

Charles had never made that confession to anyone before. People already regarded his telepathy with distaste and suspicion; if he was lucky, they were willing to trust him to use it only when necessary. He had never let anyone else know how invasive their own mind was.

Or: Charles's telepathy is more difficult to deal with than you think. He just wants to sleep.

Keep On Walking by Nevcolleil

"I want this while I can still have it," Charles says, sounding clear-headed enough.

Something in his voice stops Logan's breath. Logan swallows. "You can't have-" 

"I am capable of having sex without the serum," Charles tells him and doesn't look away. "But I'm not talking about my paralysis."

Cellulose Acetate by bocje_ce_ustu

At first it is terrifying and, in a way, heartbreakingly beautiful, not unlike watching a star dying in fast forward.

Daylight by orphan_account

"What do you want, Logan?" Charles attempts to sound hostile, but his voice trembles instead.

Logan doesn't know either. But he knows that Charles is much more than the sum of his insecurities.

Diamond in the rough by flightinflame

After escaping from Stryker's captivity, the only place Logan has to go is to the school, but he doesn't know what will be waiting for him there.

Surfacing by Lynds

Logan is pulled from the Potomac by Hank and Charles, just after the battle with Magneto. He's not the only one who feels like he's drowning.

Looking for the Good by DestielsDestiny

Logan wasn’t in love with Charles. Until he suddenly kind of was. Always had been. Logan feels this is the time to point out that time travel is rather confusing.

Sick by saraid

Even Logan's healing factor can be overwhelmed.

The Choices We Make by Gerec

Soulmate AU: The minute he meets Erik, Charles is positive he's found his soulmate. When Erik's name fails to appear on his body, he's confused, but dismisses it as being too faint to see yet or some other quirk that happens occasionally. Time goes on and he still can't find Erik's name, through the beach, through Kennedy, through Vietnam, even though he looks every day, then every week, then only every so often.

Then as he's showering to pull himself together and go to break Erik out of the Pentagon and he sees the dark letters on the inside of his wrist: LOGAN.

Time for Home by Gerec 

Post XMA, Charles and Jean bring Logan back to the School.

Eden Found by Gerec (chapter 2)

Missing scenes from the movie Logan. Canon compliant unless stated otherwise.

[oinkinpigprince]

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ could you do female or non binary dating head canons of gwimbly thank you in advance (love your blog ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ)

I want your little guys,,,,,,,, your lil mojis……. Give them to me 🖐️(👁️_👁️)👊*bangs on glass*

Also it’s gonna be gender neutral terms w/ more feminine descriptions, if that makes sense ;33c

Gwimbly x fem reader dating headcanons

Gwimbly calls you shit like toots, sugar tits, baby doll/girl, they’re such sleazy nicknames but they also work VERY well for him

He tried doing the whole “chivalry” thing for like a month when you first started dating, calling you cute things and being a gentleman. It ended quick when he found it very very amusing to Dutch oven you

General menace to society, likes to wake you up in the middle of the night saying some fuck ass shit like “THEY HIT THE FUCKING PENTAGON/Ref” or “how much computer duster can someone huff before he needs to go to the hospital.”

Sometimes he just cusses at you to get your attention, it’ll be a string of “HE-HEY BITCH, FUCK BITCH, PUSSY” and you’ll be like “yeassss”. It’s never degrading, he’s just kinda like that

Argues with you a lot, if you can’t keep a level head it’s almost impossible to be w/ him. He’s extremely sensitive so anything can rlly set him off. You’ll have to constantly remind him that you still love him despite,,, everything

He can have pretty violent mood swings, so you’ll need to be calm and collected when navigating through these tough situations. It’s a mix of drug withdrawal and just general stress

You threatening to leave him though was a huge wake up call, he goes to anger management and tries to better himself. He’s still moody but he isn’t as much of a cunt as he was.

Very confrontational, if someone makes you uncomfortable for any reason he’s quick to call them out. Even unintentional people, they’ll still feel his anger.

Sometimes it’s a little embarrassing when someone just accidentally steps on your shoe and he just goes gun wild

He HATES seeing you sad. Usually for other ppl he doesn’t care, but seeing you sad makes him feel genuinely sick. He’ll try everything to make you happy again

[marine-indie-gal]

I'd figure why not draw something special for one of my Close Friends that being @djinarocks of her Recent OC/Canon Ship between her own OC, Elodie and Lucien Bolok from The French Cartoon, "Space Goofs" (which is funny, considering that I was the one that made her dive into that Show in the First Place, lmao).

Anyway, considering that her own New Ship has got Me Hooked that somehow continues to fuel towards my liking towards Bolok (since both Me and @djinarocks like Him a lot).

Gotta say, Bolok kinda reminds Me a bit of Charlton Hawkfish from SpongeBob if he was a Creature Assassin rather than an Sewer Architect.

Gotta be honest, Bolok's head (compare to my very first drawing of him if he were in an Opposite Species) was VERY hard to draw. Like, seriously, his Skull was so confusing I couldn't tell if he was either Square-Shaped or Triangle-Headed until when I realized that he was more Pentagon-Shaped.

The Pose itself that I did for My Friend's Second Xilam OC/Canon Ship after Z&S! Hadephone was mainly inspired by the Statue of Death and the Maiden by Elna Borch, since I always get amount of Heavy "Grim" vibes from Bolok (even after my First Interpretation of Him as an Alien) so I had to recreate the Statue with My Friend's Ship just because that her Second Xilam Ship fits in that Category as well (at least, according to her when I asked).

(Funny enough though, her own version of Hades/Persephone in Xilam's Multiverse goes all the way back being one of the very first Death/Maiden Ships).

I wanted to draw my Friend's Recent OC in the Show's Artstyle (compare to how I did with some of her Other OCs in their own Fandoms' Media's Personal Artstyle) to see on how Elodie would look like if she was an Actual Character (which I've realized that I kinda made her look a lot like Jessica Rabbit).

Also, drawing Guns/Blasters are an Real Actual Hell compare to how I draw Buildings (which I mostly Hate). I had to took some Screencaps for Bolok's blaster from the Show as a Reference to his own Weapon cause I needed some help figuring out on what his own Blaster might truly look like (as an akin to the Grim Reaper's Scythe from the Statue).

Hope you really like this a lot, @djinarocks and Happy 4th of July! 🤍💙❤️💙🤍❤️

(P.S. I do NOT own the Background as I randomly got that off from Google as they were from Adobe Stock).

Lucien Bolok (c) Xilam

Elodie Auclair (c) @djinarocks

[crash476]

Ugh...

Alright, I just got up and I go to the Peggy Carter tag to see some hate thrown her way about the HYDRA/SHIELD shit and who's responsible for what and guys...

I think we all know the difference between a Watsonian and Doylist explanation, and honestly, finding a diegetic answer is a lost cause. There is no diegetic answer.

The Iron Man and Avengers scripts imply that SHIELD is a fairly new organization - likely birthed after 9/11 like the Department of Homeland Security - which gets contradicted by the Agent Carter short, which itself is practically no longer canon by the Agent Carter show, which itself is barely canon due to Endgame. She's confirmed to be director of SHIELD in Agents of SHIELD - which itself is shunted to a separate universe because the film side of Marvel wasn't talking to the pre-Disney+ TV, particularly the AoS team. Like they were begging for scraps about Winter Soldier so they could account for HYDRA. They may as well have gotten nothing because the infiltration was completely dropped from the movie story line. You'd think it would be a bigger plot point in Age of Ultron, right? While there was some consequences in Civil War, the HYDRA infiltration comes off as a minor inconvenience at best.

Seriously, there's next to no discussion of it in universe following Winter Soldier. The only place it had an impact was AoS, which the movie side seemed determined to kill. It's like someone or a bunch of people up top got spooked about the HYDRA reveal and wanted to bury it deep in the past. Hell, the whole Captain Carter thing seems to be Marvel's attempt to wipe the slate clean with Peggy. One of the reasons I bounced hard off of What If was because the Captain Carter episode felt like the execs were jangling keys in front of me like I was a baby.

"Forget about Agent Carter and the dark implications we accidently put into her story because we didn't think these retcons through, look at this shiny new character! "

I remember reading something or hearing a rumour that Winter Soldier was the lone Marvel-Disney film that didn't get Pentagon money. The Pentagon shells out a shit ton of money and aid to films as long as they tow the propaganda line and Winter Soldier was too critical of the US security state for their liking. Part of me thinks if that's true, then Disney got scared and dropped HYDRA very quickly. I mean, Baron Strucker was killed off unceremoniously in Age of Ultron and he's one of Cap's biggest villains. Whatever decisions were made, it results in the main timeline Peggy being all but erased. The implications are bad for Steve's main love interest. I don't even think it's about Peggy Carter herself, it's all about crafting Steve's perfect girlfriend.

Because of some poorly thought out retcons, her time as SHIELD director makes her come off as either a figure-head, incompetent, or corrupt. Giving her Alzheimer's at the end of her life all for the tragedy of Steve's situation stripped Peggy of her voice! Ever notice that we only hear of Peggy's time as SHIELD director second hand? We get one interview from (maybe) the late 50s where she's talking about Steve and moving on with her life, and a few scattered scenes in other movies. That's it. But almost everything set after Agent Carter season 2 is coming filtered through other people. Both in and out of universe, the main timeline MCU Peggy is a cypher. And I feel like various people at Marvel are more concerned about keeping her Steve's perfect girlfriend.

I doubt we'll ever see anything about SHIELD, HYDRA, or Peggy's time as director. Marvel, at least from my perspective, wants all of that forgotten because it's messy like all history is.

[bedlamsbard]

so howard is a fun guy, right? and my question is actually fairly broad so you may do whatever you want with it! What are some assumptions/headcanons/crumbs of lore we've gotten about howard stark that you've taken and played with, and what is something you desperately wish we could learn? Welp, that's two questions.

Howard Stark is such an absolute weirdo and I love him; he's one of the few characters where I want to unironically study him like a bug, because the MCU made some very interesting decisions with the way he's introduced in IM1 and IM2, and then later how he's portrayed in CATFA, CATWS, Ant-Man, and CACW, with a nod to Agent Carter, because a lot of the worldbuilding of AC is, across the board, incompatible with the main saga. (Oh...I forgot he was in Endgame, too.)

The big thing about Howard Stark that makes him such a a weirdo is that he spends fifty years lying about the most important part of his life. Like, that sounds extreme, but that's what he does: IM1 sets up that he was the founder of Stark Industries and ran it until he died in 1991 (the December 16, 1991 date of his death is probably the only consistent date in the MCU). There's just that one odd comment that Obadiah Stane makes in IM1 to Tony: "For thirty years I've been holding you up -- I built this company from nothing!"

Howard died in 1991. (Tony was 21.) IM1 takes place in 2008. That's not thirty years, that's seventeen years.

In IM2 (2011 or 2010), Nick Fury reveals to Tony that Howard Stark was one of the founders of SHIELD, which CATWS bears out, and later in Ant-Man we see Howard with Peggy in the Triskelion in 1989 in the opening flashback with Hank Pym. In Endgame we see him at Camp Lehigh in SHIELD's secret base. In 1991 he's on his way to Washington DC -- Tony (in CACW) makes the assumption he's going to the Pentagon, but it's much more likely he's going to the Triskelion, which is also in DC. (Howard never contradicts him when Tony says the Pentagon.) I don't think we have a movie-canon job title for Howard's role at SHIELD, but it was probably something along the lines of Head of SHIELD Science.

Tony Stark never knows any of this -- the most we know that he knows is that Howard worked for SHIELD at one point in time, but not his entire life. Unless I'm mistaken, it is never made public knowledge that Howard Stark was a SHIELD founder and employee for almost half a century. Howard probably had almost nothing to do with Stark Industries except the public-facing parts, including the Expo; Obadiah Stane ran SI as his own private kingdom until Howard died and Tony took over. (It is also possible that Obadiah didn't know what Howard was doing with SHIELD, just that Howard wasn't involved in SI.) There's a non-zero chance that Maria Stark didn't know much or anything about SHIELD, either.

Here's where we get a little more conspiracy theory: I don't think it was ever public knowledge that Howard Stark was in the SSR, and the official story for what he was doing in the Second World War was that he was involved in the Manhattan Project. Now, I realize saying "Howard Stark didn't actually work on the atomic bomb" comes very close to Howard Stark apologism, but I am a Known Howard Stark Apologist, and I'm not saying it just to say it, especially since "Howard Stark worked on the atomic bomb" is on-the-screen canon from IM1 and IM2.

I don't think Howard had time to work on the atomic bomb during WWII.

This is the point where you have to throw Agent Carter's log of what Howard was doing during the war out the window, because it contradicts what's heavily implied by CATFA: that Howard was with the SSR during the entire course of the war, doing hands-on work first with Project Rebirth and later deconstructing Hydra's weapons work. You can fudge what he was doing from 1941-1943 if you really want to, but we know that from June 1943 to March 1945 he was with the SSR in Europe, because we see him there. We know he's in the SSR and taking orders directly from Phillips; he's a civilian contractor and not enlisted military, but we know he's in the upper echelons of the SSR's European division because he literally has a seat at the table in CATFA. If he had anything to do with the Manhattan Project, it was either in the very, very early stages before he got involved with the SSR or because SI supplied some of the components for the bomb, but Howard clearly was not in Los Alamos with Robert Oppenheimer for the vast majority of the war. (Also, the Manhattan Project was so secretive that I don't think he could have been simultaneously involved in it and the SSR; it almost has to have been one or the other, and we know he was in the SSR.)

It is just barely possible that after VE-Day (May 1945) he went to the Manhattan Project and was there for the summer of 1945 during the Trinity test, but it makes more sense for Howard to have still been working with the SSR on Hydra cleanup at the time. If he had minimal involvement with the Manhattan Project at some stage (probably before he went to the SSR), then he could truthfully say he had worked on the atomic bomb and even after it went public, it's still classified enough that that can serve as cover for his time in the SSR, which remained highly secretive after the end of the war.

"But everyone knows that Howard was a friend of Captain America's!" No, everyone -- or rather, Tony Stark -- knows that Howard was obsessed with Captain America; it was not public knowledge that they were actually friends or even that they knew each other personally. It's not in any of the news articles from IM1 or IM2 that Howard Stark worked with Captain America; we only have Tony's anecdotal evidence that Howard talked about Captain America all the time. And there's a very good chance that Tony didn't realize that Howard actually personally knew Steve Rogers, which definitely changes the way he perceives Howard talking about him. "My dad was obsessed with this guy he never met and/or only met in passing" is very different than "My dad was obsessed with the memory of his dead close friend."

I also think we know the exact moment when Tony actually processes that Howard and Steve knew each other personally, because it's in CACW:

look at Tony's FACE

(I'm obsessed with this CACW scene, there are like ten layers of things going on here, but that's for another time.)

I'm not surprised Tony's got extremely mixed feelings about his father! He spends most of the saga finding out that Howard was leading a secret life for longer than Tony was alive and there are or were quite a number of people who knew Howard much better than Tony ever did, and not even in the normal way your parents' friends and contemporaries know them better than their kids do. Because Howard Stark was an absolute weirdo.

[joshuaalbert]

In your opinion, were the relationships in nova squadron an interconnected web or more like a pentagon? Like Locarno clearly has enough influence to brow beat all of them into silence but were him and Sito friends per se? Or was sito friends with joshua who was friends with Locarno so they’re always together regardless, and there’s more spokes to the group friendships in that way?

oh my god ok I literally diagrammed this once because I’m unwell about them so we can use that as a starting place

transcription because my handwriting is bad

light purple - friends (normal) - josh and jaxa

dark purple - friends (somewhat conditional but would be friends anyway) - jean and jaxa

dark blue - teammates who respect each other, civil but wouldn’t be friends otherwise - wesley and jean, josh and jean

light blue - previous but they’re friends - wesley and jaxa

red - crush - josh to wesley

light green - repression. - wesley to josh

orange - leader, impacts all dynamics w/him - nick to everyone

pinkish - something is going on here. - jean and nick

dark green - circle of codependency - all of them

so that’s our starting place but with regard to nick specifically, because he’s the team leader and because it seems more like a coach position than just like a team captain, I don’t think his friendships are on particularly level ground even though he does genuinely care about each of them (which I do think is canon despite everything bc of the way boothby talks about the team dynamic and because he does ultimately take the fall for the rest of them).

I like to write him as being closer friends with josh because that heightens the tragedy and imo works with the themes of nick’s character, but because there is that power dynamic, they’re not necessarily like…..genuinely close friends? like there’s always a little bit of a distance there. I also think it would be fun if nick and jean had a potential fwb-esque dynamic going on. like even if nothing actually happened the potential is there but I also don’t think they’d ever actually Date. wesley and jaxa I think look up to him as a team leader more than they’re mutually friends. for jaxa this is completely in headcanon territory but I actually think her main friendship is with jean until the trial, at which point that completely shatters. during all the trial scenes jean is so completely unshakeable and I could easily see her losing respect for jaxa, who IS so clearly shaken to the point of nearly ruining their case before nick steps in.

I think she and josh are friends but they aren’t best friends EXCEPT in an au where they both survive. this is into my fics territory but I can see them getting a little unhealthily codependent just bc they’ve gone through a lot together.

at the academy I think she and wesley are also friends but I could also see him as coming across as kind of young to her. like canonically she’s presumably at least a year older and in my head it’s about two, but it’s also about the fact that he’s not bajoran yknow? like he’s seen some shit he has literally died before but he didn’t grow up under an occupying force and that’s just fundamentally Different. again in an au where she and josh live I do think jaxa and wesley become closer friends but it’s a dynamic that requires a little more work to become that way.

with jean I think she’s only really close friends with jaxa and then she’s got whatever thing we could decide to throw in with nick. I think it’s always unclear how much she actually likes wesley, and I think she and josh have a mutual respect for each other but wouldn’t be friends under other circumstances. she just strikes me as the type of person who largely holds herself apart, although there’s only so much you can do that on a 5 person team.

for all of them overall i think there's a very specific dynamic created by being on a small college team where like...you don't even have to like each other but you would die for each other. in this case i DO think they generally like each other pre-accident but there’s just a very specific bond you develop when you have to spend one million hours training together that I can’t entirely describe but I feel in my heart that they have it.

[usafphantom2]

A-10 jets arrive in the Middle East after Hamas attacks on Israel

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 10/13/2023 - 19:24 in Military, War Zones

A-10 Thunderbolt II attack jets from the 354º Fighter Squadron of Davis-Monthan Air Base, Arizona, arrived in the Middle East, while the U.S. sent air power to the region after Hamas' surprise attack on Israel on October 7.

Their exact location was not immediately clear.

The A-10 will join the Warthogs of the 75º Fighter Squadron, who are already in the region, according to U.S. authorities.

The decision to send U.S. military resources to the region was taken to discourage Hezbollah, the Lebanese militant group, and Iran from trying to escalate the conflict and to show support for Israel, which had more than 1,200 citizens killed and other hostages and brought to the Gaza region.

A senior defense official told reporters on October 12 that the message to any state or non-state actor who was thinking of increasing violence was simple: "Don't do this".

The new implementation takes place at the time when Secretary of Defense Lloyd J. Austin III heads to Israel on October 13, the Pentagon said.

The Pentagon had already announced plans to send A-10, F-16 Fighting Falcons and F-15E Strike Eagles to strengthen the presence of the U.S. Air Force in the region.

The military did not say if the F-15 and F-16 have already arrived. U.S. officials said that F-35 Lightning II poachers are also among the capabilities that can be sent.

The aircraft carrier USS Gerald R. Ford has also moved to the Eastern Mediterranean Sea. It carries four F/A-18 Super Hornet fighter squadrons, as well as electronic warfare and command and control aircraft. The aircraft carrier is also accompanied by warships carrying cruise missiles.

“We expect to see more posture increases flowing next week,” said the senior defense official. “We will continue to respond to Israel's requests for air defense, artillery, ammunition and precision guided ammunition.”

Israel responded to Hamas attacks with punitive airstrikes in Gaza, and Israel seems willing to intervene with ground forces, mobilizing a large number of members of the Israel Defense Forces (IDF) near Israel's border with Gaza. Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu promised to "crush and destroy" Hamas and formed a wartime cabinet.

An F/A-18F Super Hornet, frontal, coupled to the "Ragin' Bulls" of the Strike Fighter Squadron (VFA) 37, and an F/A-18E Super Hornet, coupled to the "Blacklions" of the Strike Fighter Squadron (VFA). ) 213, conducts flight operations in the Eastern Mediterranean Sea, October 11, 2023. (Photo: U.S. Navy)

Austin plans to meet with Netanyahu, Defense Minister Yoav Gollant, and the war cabinet, the senior defense official said, for in-depth talks about “his operational planning and his goals for this conflict in response to the brutal ISIS-style Hamas attack.”

American citizens are among the dead and taken hostage, say U.S. authorities. The State Department announced plans to evacuate some American citizens from Israel.

Although U.S. forces are prepared to intervene if Hezbollah tries to open a northern front in Israel, such a measure may not be necessary. Austin said on October 12 that the U.S. had no evidence that Hezbollah was accumulating forces on Israel's northern border.

“We are also looking for additional things that could expand the conflict here and we hope not to see these things, but we haven't seen this so far,” Austin said.

Source: Air Force & Space Magazine

Tags: A-10 Thunderbolt IIMilitary AviationIsraelUSAF - United States Air Force / U.S. Air ForceWar Zones - Middle East

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Aviation photographer and pilot since 1992, has participated in several events and air operations, such as Cruzex, AirVenture, Dayton Airshow and FIDAE. He has work published in specialized aviation magazines in Brazil and abroad. Uses Canon equipment during his photographic work in the world of aviation.

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[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Flipped and to the left

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58402906 by Phanatophobia Now, nobody had ever accused Tony Stark of being slow on the uptake. Or slow in general. He’d hacked the pentagon while still in high school and graduated top of his class at MIT at the ripe age of 17. As he looked at the teenage girl in front of him who shared his mother’s eyes and his father’s nose, words like ‘reality displacement’ and ‘parallel continuum’ floated helpfully back into his head. Or: Tony visits an alternate universe where it turns out he has a daughter. A daughter who somehow seems oddly familiar. [Podfic included] Words: 3443, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Swearing, Dimension Travel, Alternate Universe, But also, Canon Compliant, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, in the AU though, Alien Technology, Humor, Female Peter Parker, and just a background sprinkling of mystery, Pre-Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), Podfic, Podfic Length: 20-30 Minutes read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58402906

[sunset-a-story]

Happy STS! If your OCs had social media account, what would they have and what kind of things would they post?

a;slkskdsdgjs OMG thank you so much for this fun STS ask! My first answer is canon! I'll stick the theoreticals under the cut. I tried to answer this straightforwardly but this is what came out.

Penn (head of Cleanup who makes sure the world at large doesn't discover SolCorp exists): Sees report come into his inbox. "Ohmygod." dials with a sigh. "Morning, Marek." "Penne Pasta!" "Marek, I know you are aware that it is against company regulations to have social media accounts, including Instagram." "It's not my Instagram account." Head in hand. "Your hamster can't have an Instagram account either. We've gone over this." "So if Baguette is subject to company regs, are you going on the record that she's a Sol agent?" "Marek." "I'm putting her on payroll. She's entitled company-provided quarters." "Her cage is already bigger than some Manhattan apartments." "Are you head of housing or am I?" "Delete the account."

~later~

Penn answering phone: "This is Penn." Marek on the other line: "Pentagon! Hey, did you guys crash Twitter again?" "No, that wasn't Cleanup. It's just that their owner is a Wish.com Thomas Edison except even more evil who--Marek, why do you know Twitter is down?" "…" "Marek." "Porn?" hangs up Penn furiously Googles baguette+hamster site:twitter.com

Hannah would have a TikTok in 10 seconds flat. It would be UNHINGED. Pure Vine energy. Alex would also be on TikTok doing all the dance challenges.

Reeve would have accounts on Reddit and Facebook (because he's an old at heart) to join classic car groups/subreddits, realize he doesn't understand anything being said, and very quickly turn into a lurker/reverse David Attenborough while he tries to observe what normal people are like.

Gareth would be on Tinder looking for hookups.

Darwin would FOR SURE have a Tumblr for fandom stuff. (That boy loves his Pokemon.)

[itsawritblr]

In Season 5 ML’s writers have dived into a vibe I really don’t like.

It was strange enough when, in Season 4, they introduced Gabriel’s “club.”  I posted previously about adults having a super-secret, masked party in mid day (the characters say night, but the animation clearly shows it’s daylight), bringing their kids along (why??).

OK, so exclusive Clubs for the rich and influential exist, and sometimes they have activities for the kids at the same time.  But typically the Club members don’t wear Venetian masks, dress the same (in black), and have security that would impress the Pentagon.

Season 4′s version of the Club is strictly for adults.

By contrast, in Season 5 the Diamond Dance appears to have the same Club members.  But now everyone is in white (White is the new Black, i.e. color of Evil in ML, as we see in Gabriel’s new godawful design).  The purpose is to bring your kids, introduce them to each other, and, it seems, match-make.  In this way it’s not unlike high society’s Debutante Balls IRL.

But, from the few scenes I’d watched from S.5, ML has this creepy Eugenics vibe of Adrien and Kagami being “made” for each other.  Along with hints that Emilie and Gabriel using the Peacock miraculous to get Emilie pregnant, Gabriel’s distaste for Marinette as beneath Adrien, the show has taken a severe swerve from fun Magical Girl fantasy into Dystopian SF, with Gabriel set to declare himself Dictator.

I already didn’t like what they did with canon after Season 2, but this really turns me off.  I could be wrong about where it’s headed, but I already hate where it is.

[signs-of-the-moon]

Some character design notes I want to point out related to my art, in case people are curious (please note you don't have to use these elements if you make fanart. These are what I use in my own personal designs. Feel free to draw any character in whatever way you'd like, even if it doesn't fit SOTM's canon):

Medicine cats have bright centered pupils, indicating that they've seen something otherworldly. All medicine cats who are capable, or have been capable, of seeing Starclan have this design element

Most medicine cats also have star speckled cheeks. It is a sign of their bond with their ancestors. Those who do not, have lost their connection to Starclan, or never had it at all

Blind cats, or half blind cats, will have pupils that nearly match the color of their scalrea

Cats with white centered pupils are blessed (or cursed) with special powers. Only a few cats have this design element as a result (as powers are rare)

Grassclan cats have long oval shaped heads with large ears. Sometimes their ears have bends or notches in them. Their muzzles are long and pronounced

Treeclan cats have round, circular heads. Long haired cats will sometimes have ear tufts. They have the most generic design

Mountainclan cats have oblong heads that resembles lemons or footballs, and their muzzles are very short. Their ears are also small. They will never have more than 50% ginger coloration if they are a calico or tortoiseshell

Oceanclan cats heads are square or rectangular shaped. They will always have pronounced shoulders. All long haired cats have tufts of fur at the tips of their ears that often droop

Marshclan cats have upside down pentagon shaped heads. Their chins are often pointy. All Marshclan cats have ear tufts that point straight up. They also have long legs

Kittypets coloration is almost always more saturated than a clan cat's. They have many different styles for head shape, often depending on if they are a certain breed. Cats with no defined breed will have a default rounded head shape, sometimes with pronounced cheeks. Kittypets eyes are usually very round or oval shaped to give them a more cartoony, innocent look

Rouges have sharper features, like sharp cheek fluff or ear tufts. But their eye shape can vary from intimidating to kittypet soft. Usually they are scarred in some way, unless they are young

Loners tend to look closer to kittypets, with laid back or anxious expressions and more relaxed posture. Their pelt colors are never as saturated as kittypets though, unless they used to be one

Cats who are halfclan will share a random combination of design elements based on their parentage

[lumineescente]

Fanfics masterlist!

ao3: luminee

fandoms: the boyz, monsta x, izone, ateez, stray kids, onf, pentagon

haikyuu, jujutsu kaisen, naruto,

the boyz

sunkyu (sunwoo x q)

a blooming spell, 77k, magical universe, CHANGMIN IS A CAT!!, world building, prophecies, magicians, elves, vampires, soulmates au, angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort, ft izone members

"You shouldn’t believe appearances, Sunwoo, everything is more than what it seems and there is plenty that you don’t know about. Yet.”

Sunwoo follows a strange black cat to an abandoned theater. He'll open the door to a magic world and discovers his true identity, and the new role he has to take.

ongoing work (14/?)

milcob (hyunjae x jacob)

time is running out, 17k, science fiction, angst, ambiguous/open ending, mcd

prompt: wherein jaehyun is sprinting across the streets of Seoul to get to his destination but midst of it, he bumps into a stranger and accidentally makes the stranger 's bag topple over and spill its contents. among everything, jaehyun sees a Polaroid of the stranger.. and older him?

written for the hyunjae fest 2022

the friendz, 16k, friends au, side juric / bbangnyu, humor and fluff

What happens when you put The Boyz in Central Perk ?

juric (juyeon x eric)

eric, 1.1k, love confession, good ending, first kiss, based on taylor swift "betty"

He had not understood much about what he had been feeling, the only thing he had known was that he had missed Eric.

stray kids

seungjin (seungmin x hyunjin)

gold rush, 9.4k, small towns, strangers to lovers, emotional hurt/comfort, coming out, mutual pining, feelings denial, lgbtq+ topics, based on taylor swift "gold rush"

"Seungmin knows everything everywhere in his home town yet he could not have known the new waiter in the main café and he feels like he has entered a parallel space when he walks in."

what must it be like to grow up that beautiful? with your hair falling down like dominoes_

champagne problems, 2.7k, arranged marriage, historical setting, childhood friends, love confessions, based on taylor swift "champagne problems"

“I thought about leaving,” he muttered.

“Yet you’re still here.”

“I could not.”

“For her?”

anime

haikyuu

osakita (osamu miya x kita shinsuke)

downpour, 8.5k, growing feelings, canon compliant, post time skip, irregular narrative, slow burn

"“Hello Kita-san,” Osamu says when they are very close.

“Hello Osamu,” Kita answers softly, “you know we won’t be able to use that umbrella when we take out the rice bags, right?”

“I know but at least it’ll spare us a few droplets.”

“Mmh.. and what about when I told you to call me Shinsuke? Or at least, Kita?” “I guess I said I’ll think about it?”

Kita says nothing back, he just shakes his head but he is smiling."

(more to add)

[suuho]

i just really dont get it like how does cube just keep fumbling the bag over and over and over again,,, multigenerationally!!!! there has not been a single group under that label that hasn’t been mistreated and it’s so crazy to me because they just keep getting new trainees and training them SO well to be idols and then they pump them out into a new group and now all of a sudden theyre dead to them like HOW do they keep getting away with this!!!

anon do you LIVE INSIDE MY HEAD cause i have been thinking about this exact same thing for WEEKS now, like. the quality of the groups they debut is so high, especially considering blue box entertainment is not one of the big 3 (or big 4 ig but idc about h*be). like, you would think that should not be possible. and the kind of success their groups had? cannot be ignored either. btob's missing you, pentagon's shine, beast's, like. entire discography but songs like fiction, on rainy days, shock, beautiful night, 12:30 ETCETERA ........ those are songs that are part of the canon of, like, the general public's pop cultural knowledge. we are talking about people who don't give a damn about the whole kpop machinery just knowing these songs because that is how undeniable they were and still are.

anyways, and then you have fucking cube entertainment, the evilest entity to grace the industry past h*be's and lee sooman's gates or whatever ....... at this point, it is baffling. and i don't even get anymore what they are doing. what is the point of debuting new groups only to immediately forget about them? what is the point of antagonizing your groups until they sue their way out (and form their own label. historically. lol)? what is the point of all of this, it is not even for the sake of, like. success anymore. because if cube would have had one business savvy bone in that company they would have never treated beast the way they did, and pentagon would have had 3 cbs since feelin' like to capitalize on that momentum. but, like. whatever.

it is just so aggravating to watch it happen over and over again. it's like no group will ever be good enough for them. you can sell millions of singles and they won't give a fuck either way. 😭