#plus get rid of some morals

[jackdaw-and-hattrick]

Love how we can all agree that, while never explicitly talked about, it’s awful suspicious that the two bats Talia had heavy influence over both tried to kill Tim.

[snekdood]

personally, i dont see the fundamental difference between deleting your account and making a new one and deleting all your old posts, if we're talking about "running from ones past", then what are you tryna hide there, bud?

[quil12]

I just spent so fucking long trying to figure out a sentence and I hate English grammar lmao

Like the sentence was: The things that [Name] was going to bring up [...]

And I was trying to figure out between 'was' and 'were' (I'm 99% sure it's 'was' though) and it just confused me so bad. Cause it would be 'the things were', but it's '[Name/He] was' because it's like plural vs singular grammar rules. The subject of the sentence is 'the things' and so, in my head, that should determine the conjugation of the verb, but in actuality, the relative clause changes it to agree with that (I think because that's technically the full subject) and it's just so confusing

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

Moxxie Redesign! (2/4)

You didn’t think I forgot about this did you? ‘,:/

I wanted to base Moxxie off of what his name actually implies, having nerve and determination. Ive almost entirely changed his personality in certain ways. He is still an assassin but he takes his job very seriously and struggles with his inner morals because of this. Being berated by Blitz often leads to him pushing aside his concerns with his job and causing internal conflict instead that he typically only ever talks to these issues about Millie. She is trying to get him to consider therapy but he doesn’t want to lose his “sparkle” (he gives in eventually and goes and it goes fine, this would be around season 2 but definitely after episode 6)

Moxxie also doubles as a medic for any potential injuries at I.M.P (this happens often). Moxxie was also born in greed so he has the more aquatic qualities of a greed imp such as the little headlamp, frills, and gills. And for any fish nerds, yes I know only female angler fish have headlamps, thats the point. Viv has literally no main trans characters so I guess I have to do everything myself. Plus I’m tired of the super straight shit that happened a few years back, Millie isn’t any less straight for dating a trans man. I think Moxxie certainly struggles with his masculinity and also takes his job so seriously as a way to prove to himself that he’s meeting some sort of “masculinity criteria” however he’s fully aware of how silly the mindset is (hes working on it). I think som trans imps may definitely paint their horns like Moxxie, but with certain days I really doubt he gives much of a shit considering it probably gets chipped a lot anyway.

Moxxie still hates his upbringing and the greed ring leaves a sour taste in his mouth, however he prefers to use his knowledge and features from greed in his work. For example, preforming minor surgery under his headlight, it’s goofy as hell and I think any show benefits from some extent of stupid silliness like that. It’s also good for distractions!

Moxxie isn’t always super serious like in this art either, he’s still a bit stupid but still respects himself. Tough nut to crack because of his past but is very kind underneath somewhere.

Heres some notes I went off while working!

- glasses (REQUIRED. Give him those stupid little circle spectacles)

- Get rid of the stupid suit

- Maybe some interesting horn stuff?

- Make him look a bit more like his voice, not sure how to describe this

- Write a boyloser properly

- Probably doubles as a medic? I think he’d be interested in medicine with all that errrm akshully energy he has

- Make him actually look like an adult (I tried)

- More of a fishy tail

- Born in wrath but both parents are greed imps so he has those features + moved back when he was like 6 idk

- Or idk maybe imps change the longer theyre in a certain ring? Could be fun

I have a lot more I could talk about with this guy but I’ll save it for some other posts :3

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Love Quinn + an overgrown garden from the prompt list please

ofc!! thanks for the request for love btw <3

original prompt list can be found here for those who are curious

Grown With Love (Love Quinn x gn reader)

Warnings: very brief mention of murder but fluff other than that <3

The romance between you and Love, your newly-wed wife, seemed to happen in a whirlwind. It wasn't even six months after you'd met that you'd proposed to her, and naturally she'd agreed to it right away. You bought a house together not long after, one on the cheaper side that you could do some renovations on. She had very specific ideas for how she wanted the layout to be, which you of course gave her complete control over.

Where you lived didn't matter much as long as you got to be there with her, and besides, happy wife, happy life. You'd do anything to make her happy, that much was certain.

Plus, it wasn't as if you had to pay for it. She had her parents money to do that, so she could redesign the house however she envisioned it the be. If she wanted to gut the entirety of the kitchen and rework it to be on the other side of the first floor, who were you to stop her? The world was her oyster when it came to your new place, and that carried into the land it sat on, which included the backyard.

She told you she was planning on having a garden where she could grow all of her own fruits and vegetables, not wanting to rely on overly-priced produce from factories that pumped them full of chemicals from the grocery stores in the neighborhood. There were always local markets, but she wanted to try growing food herself for a change. You were never one for gardening, but if that's what she wanted then you were certainly more than happy to help.

(While it was true that she did want a garden, she also needed a fresh patch of land that wouldn't look suspicious for her to be digging up in case a body had to be buried somewhere. Not that she'd ever tell you about her little hobby, as it was her opinion that you didn't need to know.)

"Honey, can you come bring the wheelbarrow over here to me?" Love asked while pointing with a glove-clad hand in the direction of where the wheelbarrow sat on the other side of the yard. She was on her hands and knees trying to get rid of all the weeds and other plants that she was certain would try to choke out the life of her vegetable garden before it even got started.

"Sure thing, sweetheart." You didn't have much of a set job when it came to redoing the house and backyard. It seemed as though you were there for moral support more than anything else, but that didn't mean you weren't happy and eager to help out your wife whenever you could.

She beamed with pride when she saw you bring it over to her, immediately beginning to dump the weeds that were already dug up into it so they could be disposed of later. "Thanks, honey."

You beamed in response before speaking again. "I'm gonna go grab the lemonade you made earlier and bring it outside for you."

The smile on her face seemed to grow wider at that. You always knew exactly what she needed, and when. "You do that, sweetheart. I'll be out here."

While she continued messing with the garden, you went inside the house, making sure to watch out for the several building supplies the workers had left behind as you grabbed the pitcher of lemonade from the kitchen along with two glasses. You quickly returned outside and filled them up before carrying one of the glasses over to your wife. "Here you go, honey."

She removed her gloves and took the full glass from you as she thought about you looked adorable doing things for her. You were always so eager to please. "Thank you, baby. Why don't you come sit with me? I was just about to take a break anyway."

You immediately nodded your head at the suggestion, rushing to grab your own glass before returning back over to sit down beside her. The garden still needed a lot of work done on it, but it wasn't looking too bad so far.

"What do you want to plant?" Love asked you after a moment or so, watching as you gulped away at her fresh, homemade lemonade while she spoke. "I was thinking some tomatoes, maybe some corn and watermelons if we have the space for it."

"Whatever you want to plant is fine by me. I'll be happy regardless," you replied brightly before leaning over and pressing a kiss to her face. "They'll be grown with love no matter what they are."

"Oh, my God, you and your stupid puns," she said with feigned exasperation, rolling her eyes playfully at your words. "You're right, though. They'll be grown with love, indeed. The love between the two of us," she added in a playful manner.

You giggled at her addition before nudging her side with your elbow. "You're such a sap."

"Mm, only for you." She moved in closer and gave you a passionate and loving kiss, the lemonade soon left forgotten as you got swept up in the feelings you shared for each other, your wedding bands glistening in the sunlight. Everything would be done with love as long as you and her were together.

End notes: Love's so sweet when she's not murdering people

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[13eyond13]

As much as it's easy to hate Light for killing L and gloating about it... idk what else choice he had really except to try to get rid of him permanently (in HIS OWN MIND, MIND YOU - not saying he had no choice but to do what he does as Kira, but in his own mind he couldn't go back on his decision after he began). Like, considering how ruthlessly L was investigating him / not ever even attempting to be nice or fair about it (like yeah, L WAS correct about Light being Kira and wanted to get concrete evidence for it, but L didn't KNOW that he was for sure yet) - and L's methods of investigation like the confinement and fake execution would probably be pretty traumatic ones to experience for Light, realistically. Heck, even the implications of things like Light knowing that L had got his dad to agree to putting zillions of illegal hidden cameras around their house would be disturbing ones to contemplate - not just because of the invasion of privacy, but because it would also prove to Light that his dad was bending his own morals to work with L, and that his dad really DID have some doubt about his innocence as well. I think Light's buried guilt and shame about actually being Kira, and his fear of deeply examining his own darker emotions, plus genuinely finding L's relentless antagonism flattering and entertaining to experience, held him back from really digging into any of that stuff onscreen a whole lot. But thinking about it does keep me from hating him for killing L as much as I might otherwise - like I don't 100% know what else he could've done to wriggle out from under L's thumb, and I also think that under all the mind-games and dark jokes they were playing on each other Light wasn't wrong to fear that L was trying to destroy his life in a very serious way. Light defines L inwardly to himself as someone who "doesn't know when to stop" or something at a certain point in the story, and I feel that's true... I think he mostly LIKES that aspect of L and often thinks it's interesting and fun, but also that he didn't really see any other way that things could end between them both.

[sevenheven7011]

Idea on how to bring back the kellog nick stuff

One more quest to the memory den nick is trying to find a way to upgrade his memory because things are getting worse but like he's not looking for what dima has because dima's upgrades are clunky and also probably would set off more of his dysphoria over not looking human (plus depending on how you ended far harbor it may be straight up impossible to obtain upgrades like dima's cause his bf back at acadia is pissed at you for getting him executed) so he figured he'd go to the memory den and see if he could bounce some ideas off with Dr Amari

He invites you to come with him for some moral support and company

You get there dr Amari is giving suggestions including running a disc cleanup to get rid of some unnecessary things

You guys try it and learn that the kellog print is still in Nick's head and when you try to delete it shit hits the fan

The kellog file is kellog himself and he isn't about to let you kill him twice que dr amari hooking together you and Nick's brains so you can deal with the problem at the root

Another memory level but let it actually be fun this time and have the set pieces be crazy

Finale boss fight with kellog in Nick's head time to put things to rest

[frankiensteinsmonster]

🎀Common Enough Mental Health Tips That Help Me Personally🎀

🍧- Freshening up with baby wipes if you can't bathe or wash over the sink

🍧- if you can't wash up at all, changing into clean clothes. Especially your underclothing.

🍧- Freshening up your clothes with alcohol if you can't wash them to get rid of some of the bacteria. It won't work forever, but it'll help a little.

🍧- Airing out your clothes helps too!

🍧- Keeping snacks and drinks you enjoy near your bed/wherever you spend the most time. "Junk" food is better than no food.

🍧- Prechopped/Frozen foods are a huge help! Don't feel pressured to avoid them for any reason. Social pressure? Is SOCIETY eating your meal?? Environmental concerns? Understandable, but WE Specifically need these things to function. Non-disabled people can pick up the slack for us. We can ask for better packaging options for the future as well! It's not your fault these things come in plastics.

🍧- Keeping your mobility aid and accessories together and near your bed if possible helps with organization, so you aren't as tempted to go without them and potentially hurt yourself. You are worth the effort.

🍧- Reaching out to your friends or otherwise loved ones. :') you can say hi. You can say "I don't have anything specific to say, but I just wanted to say hi" if you would like more of a script. They love you! They should be happy to hear from you! It's good to talk to people you care about and like.

🍧- Asking for help. Chores? 'Self' care? Eating? Accountability? Even if you are currently or ever unable to help them help you, loved ones are generally understanding and like helping! They should get that you are unable to do these things yourself, and they should set boundaries with you if they ever need to! Don't be afraid, we're all in this together. (Plus! That's extra hang out time :) socialization is good.)

🍧- Literally ANY form of dental hygiene is better than nothing. Gargle mouthwash, salt water, or even plain water. Brush without toothpaste. Chew sugar free gum. (Keep sugar free gum and any wrappers or containers away from pets!!! It is deadly and Will kill them!!) Anything. Please please please.

🍧- Make a point/an active effort to feel Good and Comfy! Layer up, make a blanket nest, watch comfort shows and eat yummy foods! Dress up or wear something comfy or comforting! Do something fun or new! Anything that makes you enjoy life just a little more!! You deserve to feel good, and sometimes that requires a conscious effort!

🍧- Accepting that as a person who experiences mental and/or physical unwellness, we will exhibit Symptoms and that's okay. Rest is good even if we need a lot of it in all forms and our less than desirable symptoms are morally neutral. We deserve love and support from everyone, including ourselves.

🩶- feel free to add on!

[strange-anni]

Mayor Larry and the events of the 22nd of March 1979

Mayor Larry and Wills father Lonnie Byers are heavily paralleled. Therefore I think it can be worthwhile to examine him and the events of the Fun Fair on July the 4th to possibly get some clues as to what happened on Wills birthday on March the 22nd in 1979.

This is meant response to the birthday gate theory by @greenfiend and you can read up on it here. It's also aligned with the Will Byers has DID theory

Long post ahead and warning for discussions of murder

First let's look at some more general clues a to why I think the two events (Wills birthday in 1979 and Mayor Larrys Fun Fair in 1985) are connected starting with Billys magazines

Penthouse

The first clue is major as it tells us of how One killed 360 people. It's the most chilling interview ever. (He likes it cold) 360 may be a bit much but I'll come back to the 36 later. That's an obvious hint for a massacre.

Then we have some other headlines like Sex, drugs and scandals and then something with the lid on Wall Street (Can't make that out exactly but this could refer to the general situation; or it could refer to a Street leading to a wall -> The Demogorgon coming out of the wall or will communication with Joyce through a wall)

How even you can save 100,000 Dollar (A guide to save a lot of people)

An unholy alliance between fascist (?) feminists and the moral majority (That's an interesting one! Was Joyce friends with a woman who wanted her to leave Lonnie? Plus there is the unholy alliance which could indicate that this friend of hers tried to align herself with authorities like the police)

___USE

Crime of Passion: The Professor and the prostitute (Did Joyce have an affair or did someone suspect her to have an affair? I'm also thinking of Neil suspecting that Billys mom was with another man)

Does Mark Breland have the right stuff? (Not sure about this one but it could relate to drugs)

April Fools - The greatest jokes ever (Not sure either)

African slaughterhouse (I don't even want to comment on this)

The war on elephants (not sure either)

can't read the last line

Also the fact that USE is the only word we can make out makes me think that these are things Lonnie might have used in one way or another. Either directly or indirectly.

Then there is this poster at the swimming pool which gave me the idea how the entire plot of S3 may be connected to the massacre in 1979 in the first place.

These posters right there give us so many clues

3rd Annual reworks it says but the 3 is cut in a way where you could also think it's actually an 8 (giving us the 8th annual event show or Wills 8th birthday in 1979)

Erica on Parade (You can't spell America without Erica; makes me think of Erica of cause and all of Wills alters)

76 - 1985 (It started in 76 and it still lasts to the present day in 1985 in Season 3)

Happy Birthday USA (because what is the 4th of July if not a celebration of the birthday of the United States, am I right?)

He held on tight to his Dream (I am sure young Will did, didn't he?)

Thursday 4th of July at 3 PM on Main Street (they give us the exact time and date of the parade)

This is what both the 22nd of March 1979 and the 4th of July have in common. Both are on a Thursday, both celebrate a great event/ a birthday and both bring great festivities.

Therefore I think whatever happened in 1979 was already somewhat foreshadowed in Season 3. I can't piece it all together so bear with me but I will try to collect some clues.

First things first. It didn't start at the 4th of July. It started earlier when Mom and Pop stores started to disappear which caused a lot of upset among the people so they decided to protest. Mayor Larry though thought they're a nuisance and successfully got rid of them.

This however could have had long time consequences as it could have put his reelection in danger so he thought of a trick to make the people forget what happened. He organized great festivities on July the 4th as a distraction. To lift their spirits and make them forget why they were upset in the first place.

It's noteworthy that Larry specifically mentions the disappearance Mom and Pop stores. This happened because Larry was selling off property to the Russians (This could hint that something happened to two people who might be Joyce and Hopper - "mom and pop" - before the party even started.)

Larry and Lonnie share the same name.

The Russian guy Grigori who visits Larry rides a motorcycle just like Lonnie.

As for the property: Well... Lonnie doesn't have property but he does have sons.

So my guess is that Lonnie did something terrible shortly before Wills birthday in 1979 which caused Will to get really upset and to placate his feelings Lonnie organized a birthday party for him. So all bad feelings will be forgotten and only the positive ones of the party will remain. It's a manipulation tactic.

Before we go on I want to make a quick Interlude to remind us of what Joyce said happened on Wills 8th birthday in 1979

Joyce: Do you know what March 22nd is? It's your birthday. Your birthday. When you turned eight, I gave you that huge box of crayons. Do you remember that? It was 120 colors. And all your friends, they got you Star Wars toys, but all you wanted to do was draw with all your new colors. And you drew this big spaceship, but it wasn't from a movie. It was your spaceship. A rainbow ship is what you called it. And you must have used every color in the box.

Will got a big box of crayons from his mom and drew a big space ship while using every color in the box. His rainbow ship. This is important and this spaceship will play a big part later.

So back to the preparations for the Fair

50s One is here as well as three frogs, two bears who seem to wear traditional Bavarian clothing. A Dirndl which is woman's clothing. Men would wear Lederhosen which would look a bit different.

Another brown bear is in the back as well as something which I cannot make out entirely but looks like a bird to me.

Three frogs make me think of Mike Wheeler who is called Frogface by Troy but he is not the only one here. There are two more members of the frog family which makes me think that Mike wasn't the only one who attended or was supposed to attend the birthday party (My best guess as to who the others are is Nancy and Karen BUT it could also just be Karen and Holly if she was already pregnant at the time)

The two almost identical bears in Dirndl do make me think of the Byers. Bavaria where these clothes are sometimes worn at festivals is called Bayern in german and it's almost pronounced like Byers. As to why they are both wearing traditional woman's clothing I have no idea. There is only one woman in the Byers family and it's Joyce.

The brown bear and the other bird(?) I cannot make sense of.

There is also a Silver Streak Ride and a big bear in the back of a car.

Here we have our Spaceship but it's not turned on yet and Grigori who is the one with the motorcycle is right in front of it.

There is also a 6 printed on the spaceship as well which may indicate that this was used six years prior to the current events (1985) in 1979.

1985 - 6 = 1979

Larry: My friends in state PD, highway patrol, they're all on the lookout. I got eyes everywhere. The second he pops up I get a call. Grigori: A call? Larry: Yes. A call. I mean, what more do you people want me to do? Grigori: We want you to find him.

Larry and Grigori are going inside to talk about Hopper. Grigori and the Russians want to find him. Larrys choice of words is rather interesting. "The second he pops up" Larry gets a call and refers to Hopper who is pop. Remember the disappearance of mom and pop stores? Yeah, that's suspicious. Not to mention the whole phone thing. Larry constantly wants a phone in his vicinity while Will is afraid of phones and phone calls.

Nevertheless while inside they accidentally put the spaceship in motion and get booted into space/ the UD. The ship wasn't meant for them but it brought them there anyway.

It also happens before the big event even starts.

Just after the Fun Fair starts as Major Larry announces the fireworks, Ted, Karen and Holly go on the Farris Wheel. They are riding clockwise to the top. Right when they are at the peak, the ride stops giving them the best view of the fireworks.

It's Ted Wheeler who notices that they stopped and it's Karen Wheeler who's responsible for it. Karen slipped Jimmy a five. She bribed someone with a five to get the best seats in the house. It's Jimmy who took the bribery and this makes me think of Hopper.

But what about the five? I'm not sure but Will was five years old when it all started in 1976. If Karen somehow found out something wasn't right and told the police/Hopper about it it could make sense. (I'm also thinking about the fascist feminist in Billys magazine here. If Joyce had a female friend before it was most likely Karen. Plus Karen also knows it's very dark at night in the Byers driveway making me think she's been there before at night. Most likely to pick up Mike but I do wonder if she saw something else as well)

Then there is still the disappearance of mom and pop before the events. Karen is also a mom. Therefore it might also refer to her.

It's Holly who notices the trees moving in the distance but Karen doesn't want her look at them. She should focus on the fireworks instead. The trees which are moving because because of the Mind Flayer who is a shadowy representation of Lonnie.

Meanwhile Hopper and Joyce also arrive at the Fair and then notice Ted, Karen and Holy broad the Spaceship. They decide to jon them.

Karen thinks it's funny to see Joyce in the ship. She seems happy to see her but is surprised as well. It's almost like Karen thinks Joyce doesn't belong there. I do think it's noteworthy that she asks this while they on the spaceship. It's the spaceship that is meant to take everyone in and bring them to the UD/ save them so they can live on.

The only thing Joyce wants to know though is where the kids are. They are obviously not on the spaceship. Perhaps this indicates that they should have been there but for some reason aren't. We as the audience do know where they are and what they are occupied with though. They are trying to beat the Mind Flayer in Starcourt Mall.

According to Karen the kids are also not yet here (at the Spaceship or the Fair in general) This could also indicate that they are to arrive later in events that happened in 1979. First some adults died and later a lot of kids also got killed. I am pretty sure though that Karen Wheeler was among those who died back then as she is the only one who seemed comfortable on the ship like she belongs there.

Here we do get a look at the passenger seats and it does remind me of the number of people who were killed by One according to Billys magazine. Seat No. 33 is empty while No. 34 belongs to Karen, No. 35 to Holly, No. 36 to Ted, No. 37 to Joyce and then there is Hopper who's seat number is 8 (because the 8 is the only visible figure)

It's tricky to find out what this means though because if we were to go back in time to 1979 Holly either wouldn't have existed yet or she would have shared her seat with Karen. if Karen was even pregnant back then she must have been in her very first weeks.

Yet according to Billys magazine One killed 36 people meaning that it could have been Joyce who survived for real after all. Or she died at an earlier date and wasn't supposed to be on the spaceship. Again it's the disappearance of mom and pop which make me wonder. (Mom is either Joyce or Karen I'm sure)

Then the spaceship lifts off into space/the UD without the kids but with the parents and Holly instead.

Later on as Alexei gets murdered by Grigori at the Fair he notices two clowns and a mime. I do not know what it means but I do know that young Will was afraid of clowns.

Alexei being Russian and Grigori also being Russian make me think that there may have been a traitor among the Motorcyle gang Lonnie seemed to have dealings with who then got shot at Wills birthday party by his own men.

However with the exception of Murray who then calls for Joyces and Hoppers help no one seems to have noticed Alexei die.

In the end the kids never arrive at Larrys Fun Fair and never entered the Spaceship but that doesn't mean that they are safe as the news tells us that the Mall, the Mayor and a power supply were also turned upside down (were lifted into space and the UD)

I might continue this at a later date but for now I've almost reached picture limit and this post is already too long as it is

[fernsnailz]

thoughts on shadow's characterisation in prime?

i think it's great! like obviously the bar is on the floor in terms of what i consider to be "good" shadow characterization (since so much recent shadow writing has been.... Not That), but i think prime does a really good job of conveying three of shadow's most important traits:

tunnel vision for the big picture (idk how else to describe this trait). shadow is all about finding solutions to problems HIS way, which means that his solutions are very efficient and often morally dubious. this is something we see a lot with shadow’s choices - his plan to kill cosmo to stop the metarex, him going after mr. tinker to finally get rid of eggman, his desire to elminate emerl in battle, even his willingness to fall to earth at the end of SA2. he finds the root of the problem and goes for it, because usually that’s the most efficient solution. so when shadow starts taking all of sonic's tech simply because of his lack in trust i was like… yeah, i get it! kick that guy's ass!! because ultimately, shadow isn't wrong - the breaking of the universe can be linked back to sonic, and although it's kinda fucked to just rob him and leave him in the void, shadow is willing to do morally dubious things if it's for the greater good. plus he knows sonic will be fine, that dude has been to space like ten times at this point and shadow even goes “lol see you back home idiot”

a desire to be understood. this is something i think a lot of modern shadow writing misses out on when it leans really heavily into the “loner shadow” style of characterization. when it comes to these large moral decisions shadow has to make, he often takes the time to explain his stance on the situation. sometimes it’s to solve the problem faster, but often it’s because he wants to be understood. he isn’t necessarily looking for people to agree with him - i think it’s really telling (and kinda hilarious) that he only attacks sonic after explaining his stance when sonic replies “ok i can see why you would say that,” because at that point shadow has said his piece and has gotten 1. confirmation that sonic understands his view, and 2. confirmation that sonic’s opinion hasn’t been changed. and that's all he needs! literally like half of the episode is dedicated to shadow just explaining his side of things, which serves as a device to exposit to the audience AND show that shadow wants his side of the story to be heard and understood. however i do think it's telling and also hilarious that he has to beat the shit out of sonic for a little while before actually telling him anything lol

he's kind of a bitch

prime shadow has so much personality and it's really refreshing to see again! i like that he's allowed to be an asshole in a really funny way, it's charismatic rather than frustrating this time around. i think the voice acting and animation/choreography is JUST as important to prime shadow as the writing is, ian hanlin absolutely kills every line and is my favorite voice for shadow in... maybe ever? and you can tell the animators had fun with this hog, there's some nice little character acting moments whenever he's frustrated that i think are really charming.

also this one shot of him flopping around fucking kills me every time it's so fucking funny

so uhhhm yeah. i like it

[majestick-posts-op]

Recentely there has been a wide speculation on weather or not one of the Strawhats will die at the end of the final saga. Persona I'm a team Shanks-will-die-and-Oda-won't-emotionqlly-damaga-us-further but many people believe that either Usopp or a member of the monster trio will die.

So here I bring my own spin to the theory: no one dies, but Zoro, Sanji, Luffy and Usopp lose/sacrifice their limbs in some way.

Firstly: Zoro loses his other eye, and becomes fully blind.

This could have been foreshadowed by his having already lost one eye, and also his awful sense at direction because he can't see his way. But story wise, if he lost it before duellying Mihawk he will be the strongest swordsman in the world as a disabled person. This ties in with the themes of "strengh isn't defied by your body but your skill" in his backstory about Kuina. Plus the only other blind character in One Piece is a swordsman.

Next, Sanji loses his leg by carbonising it.

Sanji has many paralles with his father Zeff, from similar epithets, morals, same dreams and skills. So since Zeff livedup to his name as "redleg" by cutting off his leg in a gruesome and bloody manner, "blackleg" Sanji will burn his. He already sets his leg on fire in cannon with his powers, so maybe this will also get rid of his G€rma modifications and allow him to live as a human.

Most likely, Luffy loses one or both of his arms.

This is something I have seen a few people discuss. Of course, it would parallel Shanks. But you also have Luffy in Impel Down saying he doesn't care about losing both of his arms if it means saving who he loves and trying to rip them off in Whole Cake Island to save Sanji. Luffy does have a pretty long history of selfharm related sacrifice, this would line up with his character.

And finally, Usopp loses all fpur limbs and gets robotic enanchments.

This is definetly the most brutal one, but hear me out: Usopp honestly has so, so many parallels with Franky. From both being inventors, to being addandoned by a biological parent, having been outcasts as kids, having a pet frog, and similar themes of selfloathing/selfblaming. Post timeskip Franky is also a quadruple amputee. So Usopp may eventualy prove himself as a brave warrior of the sea by committing an action that will leave his body severely damaged, forcing him to amputate his limbs. Of course, Franky will make sure to give him the new body he deserves which will allow him to go on with his life.

[emomeishibot]

⚠️I personally think kuroshitsuji season 2 is a mess, the plot doesn’t make sense. But all the characters are innocent🥲

This post is about a possible sbcl situation after S2 ending, a Ciel&Cerberus Adventures headcanon/paro (Idk, somehow it’s both

I read the sbcl fanbook by @tapuy on X and it makes me consider what could happen after season II… I mean it feels quite depressing at the beginning because how it’s portrayed but when I realize Ciel has become an immortal impious boy who could do whatever he want for all eternity,, I stopped depressing(??( also I learned that Seb keeps a hell hound called Cerberus at his hell home so Ciel could just take it to adventures like Tin Tin (it’s just that Ciel is rid of the burden of revenge and all the soul swappy bullshit, he deserves some decent childhood shenanigans (good taste tho) for him to contribute to this miserable eternity of a world(???) I’m thinking about Tom Sawyer, Nils Holgersson, and Peter Pan (I secretly want to see Ciel set sail and go pirate treasure hunting🤲)

Ciel would just be going on hunt for souls(he needs to eat and wants to have some fun scavenging tasty (I’d even say souls of sweetness, since he’s demon sense of taste is no longer for human desserts) souls; and in a early Q&A Ciel emphasized in boldface that he hates unsavory food, so I’d say he could be considering what to do about it after he’s turned into a demon.

One might ask what is Seb doing in hell, leaving his master running wild outside with the hell hound… I just think that they need some time apart to kind of let the awkwardness (I literally don’t know how to put it, but I think having Seb serving invisible tea for Ciel in a hell mansion for all eternity is just misuse of immortality) of S2 to fade away and think about this new situation thru(???). Seb would need some time to reflect his past two seasons and probably revise his butler aesthetics for future practical purposes. Plus Seb could finally keep cats now cuz I believe Ciel wouldn’t mind letting him. If Ciel and Cerberus gets into real trouble like grim reapers, Ciel can summon Seb to get them outta there. But I think they just have such different tastes in food that Ciel would disagree with Seb’s insistence on how to season souls or whatnot but experiment on his own. I’d be curious to see if they’d be making more contracts to humans. I believe Ciel would allow Seb to do so as long as their master-servant contract is not violated; also Ciel hasn’t had enough of his crime-fighting morally gray life (??) he could use that past work experience to sort out souls that he would want to consume, and live among men and experience more (he is too young to be a permanent dweller of hell, let him travel…)

I think after years, decades Ciel and Seb can get back to live and hunt for souls together once they adapt to this new change in identity and power dynamics. Ciel is now his permanent responsibility and Seb needs to get use to it since he’s so cynical about souls and all, but they’ll figure out. While he takes his time brooding with cats in his hell mansion with an inferno view, let Ciel go have a wild adventure as a young demon and pick how he’d like to be for the rest of eternity…and fulfill his childhood wishes(like adventures, amusement parks, all the interesting festivals around the world…) since he’s no longer a vulnerable child but can defend himself as a demon and accompanied by a powerful pet.

I just think keeping a little animal sidekick around for Ciel would be so cute…and Cerberus is like, gets eepy listening to music and loves pancakes while being a flesh and soul consuming monster… it’s just any boy’s dream mythical pet…let Ciel own this!!!

That’s it, I hope you enjoyed reading this!!

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[nerdieforpedro]

You should have called

Frankie “Catfish” Morales x plus size female reader

Fanfiction 18+

Masterlist / Frankie “Catfish” Morales Masterlist

Summary: You’re late coming home and Frankie is not amused. You try and soothe his frustration but your efforts are in vain or are they rewarded? That’s up to you.

Warnings: Established relationship, Frankie being mean (but only so much), improper belt use or maybe proper, creepy guy, stalking, possessive Frankie, my bad Spanish (I am practicing but my brain is mush), fingering, cockwarming, unprotected P in V (wrap it up people), smut!!!

“Look my phone ran out of charge, I’m sorry. You know I would have called.” You stood in the doorway as your husband stared at you, his face dark. He blocked your way into your home. Arms slack at your side, one hand holding your purse and the other holding your lunchbox.

You had forgot to plug it up after you called to check in with Frankie at lunch, you had meetings and Tim had kept you busy going over all the files. He preferred to double check your work in your office, in person. He usually used the excuse that because his office was being renovated, you had to go through things in yours. The door always remained open, especially after Frankie had brought you lunch one day and saw that man in your office as you were trying to get your pen that fell under the desk. Sure, you had five more in your drawer, but they weren’t a pen from Frankie’s auto body shop he ran with Santi and Will. You were bent on your hands and knees, and you had told Tim to go ahead and organize those files on the desk, he was moving around papers but staring at your large hips and ass. Frankie did not take kindly to this.

“Hey Cariño, I brought my special girl some lunch.” He said it sweetly, but the look on his face was anything but. Tim cleared his throat as your head popped up from behind the desk happy as a clam.

“Ah papi! Gracias! Set it on my desk. Tim, take the files to the conference room.” You waved him away as the nervous man scooped everything up and sprinted out of the room. Frankie sighed as you showed him your pen and stood up, then sat in your chair, giving your knees a rest. Your husband sat across from you and started taking the food out.

“You need to get rid of that man. He was starting at your ass.”

“I don’t hire or fire anyone honey.”

“Then he’s gotta go to another department. I don’t trust that man.” Frankie opened his pesto pasta. It was alright but you loved it. “Do you like him looking at your ass bebita? My ass?” He leaned forward, tilting his head to the side. You chuckled, it always surprised you how jealous he would get when any man looked at you, be it like Tim did or just in passing. The pilot showered you with compliments and love from day one, making you feel like you were on a pedestal even though most of your life you felt as though you were that sticky stuff on the bottom of a barrel.

“No other man will have this ass but you Francisco. Please eat lunch with me.” You cooed at him. He couldn’t never say no to you. You lunch continued with little quips at each other, and you walked Frankie out and kissed him goodbye. When you returned to your office, you saw Tim standing in your office without the files, sniffing the air. Questioning what he was doing, he said he was trying to figure out what the two of you ate for lunch. He may want to take his girlfriend that no one has ever seen there. It was later in the week when you found him again in your office sniffing your chair that you reported him. Looks were one thing, but this was way too far. You had been in meetings with your boss and HR about Tim’s actions and him moving to another department. There were witnesses that saw him enter your office other times that you weren’t there as well. It took way too long, and the office took you out to celebrate after for drinks, but you knew you had dinner plans. You were going to call on your way home and say you were running a few minutes late, but your phone was dead. Plugging it into the car charger showed you the missed calls and text from your husband after ten minutes and at a stoplight. By then you were five minutes away from home, should be fine right?

Frankie stepped out of the doorway and walked in the house, he was wearing his sweats and black t-shirt that fit slightly tight around his biceps and tummy which you loved.

“Frankie, Frankie, please listen lo siento mi amor.” You set your purse and lunch box on the kitchen island and kicked off your heels, your hands fanned over the pilot’s shoulder blades, they were slumped. You hated that you missed his calls, he had been worried when he couldn’t get in touch with you. It wasn’t like you not to call him, it likely was an honest mistake… “Things with Tim were…”

She just said that fucker’s name. That fucker who looks at her too long. Knows that she’s married as she wears her wedding ring, has pictures of you and her on her desk and sees that you bring her lunch. It started just to visit her, but the first time Frankie saw that man gazing at her, he made sure to buy he lunch at least once a week. Her husband whipped around and grabbed her by her arms. “Cariño, you really came home fucking late, and have the nerve to mention that pendejo’s name!?” He leaned in and kissed your roughly, he didn’t mean to, but he had told you before to not mention that man’s name unless it was about him being fired, quitting, or being transferred. Frankie turned you away from the kitchen island and turned you toward the couch, pushing you as his lips devoured yours. Your hands went straight to his hair, but he reached up and grabbed them, putting them at your sides. “No, not for you. Not tonight. Give me your belt bebita.” He commanded, taking a step back, his sweatpants betrayed his need for you, following what he said you removed it from your skirt and handed it to him. Thanks to Frankie’s confidence in your body, your self-esteem inflated to where you felt comfortable tucking your button-down shirts into your skirts with a belt to hold it up over your soft belly.

Licking his lips, your husband snatched the belt from you and rolled the buckle and a fourth of the belt, he lifted it and brought it down swiftly, cracking it in the air. You flinched and hopped on the back of the couch. You hadn’t seen this side of Frankie before. It scared you, but from the kiss and the way his veins were flexed against his muscles in his arm, you felt your nipples harden and your pelvis quiver. “Qué, mi amor?” you questioned as he approached you and pulled your hands behind you head and tied them behind with your belt. You squealed as he then lifted your legs and tipped your ass up on the back of the couch while your head and torso fell onto the cushions of the couch. “What the hell are you doing!?” Frankie grinned at watching your short thick legs wiggle, he grabbed your right leg and kissed your calf, biting it, moans started to escape your lips. Pushing your skirt up and sliding off your underwear, he admired your soaked pussy as you growled at the cool air touching your hot core. “Frankie, please, at least let me lay on the couch, please…”

“No Cariño. You get to be as uncomfortable as I was not knowing where you were and if you were safe or not.” He sneered, a hand swatted her wetness, the sound echoing throughout the living room. A cry left your lips and you continued to wiggle, you may be able to get a bit lower and relieve the pressure off your back, Frankie kept a tight hold on your calf as a finger traced each lip of your pussy. “Now, now, the more you struggle, the longer I’ll hold you like this bebita. Are you wet for me or that fucker who keeps starting at your ass? I bet he dreams about your cunt too. It’s mine.” A finger slid inside of you briefly before popping back out. You whimpered, wanting more of his thick fingers.

“That’s what I was going to tell you baby… He’s, ah! Fuck!” Your husband pulled your legs forward to slide your hips back up. He saw that you had been trying to slide down, Frankie then slapped your thigh and leaned over to nuzzle your belly.

“Amor, you’re mine. I told you the only reason you mention that fucker to me is if he’s gone.” He used his nose lift your skirt and roll it up just under your breasts, his aching member grinded against wet cunt, wetting his sweatpants.

“Franciso, he’s been transferred! Transferred…! Shit. Untie me and fuck me on the couch. My back Frankie.” You yelled as Frankie’s eyebrows shot up., his grip loosened and you were able to shimmy down onto the couch and flow on your side, panting and thankful that the pressure was off your back.

“Damn bebita, you should have told me sooner.” Frankie rounded the couch and kneeled beside you, he kissed your forehead, cupping your cheek. “You should have told me sooner carino. Todavía tienes que compensarme por preocuparme. Mi encantadora esposa.” Your husband stood and turned you on your stomach, swatting your ass before making sharp contact with it. He pulled you to your knees by your hips and reached over you, grazing your dripping pussy with his throbbing dick. You let out a moan at the friction and felt Frankie undo the belt around your wrists. The reprieve was momentary as Morales pulled your arms to your back and tied your wrists again, leaving a space for him to slip his hand in to grip.

“Frankie! Por favor, isn’t it enough?!” You yelled, looking back at him, the grin on his face made your shiver. His free hand inserted three fingers into your quivering hold and pumped them slowly, your hips buckled, trying to match his pace.

“Bebita, I don’t think it’s enough for you. Not the way your hips are moving or your cunt’s sucking on my fingers. Fuck look at you…this is my dripping pussy.” Frankie growled, moving his fingers faster, he dropped the belt to slap your ass, watching jiggle made his leak more precum onto his soaked sweats. Your tongue was sticking out, screeching Frankie’s name. Your core was tightening, you were so close to climax, but his thick fingers left your pussy, leaving your hips wiggling against the empty air.

“Oh fuck, Frankie please…” Your voice was weak and your head hung, shoulders burning from the prolonged stretch behind your back. Your hips were still wiggling, looking for any stimulation that your husband was willing to give you. The mess he made of you, bringing you to the brink and denying you, he normally overstimulated you through your orgasms, not hold them back. “Use you tongue, your fat cock, just pick one. Your wife’s sloppy pussy needs you. Mi esposo, por favor…” The words made Frankie smack his lips, normally he was the one begging you to slow down as you rode him, feeling like he needed to last as long as possible despite how much your core tried to hold him, your body melded into him with your curves, stomach, and soft arms. His hands roamed your back, letting go of the belt once more, digging his fingers into your flesh, leaving red marks, his marks on your soft body. He finally decided to remove the belt and tossed it onto the floor. Turning you on your side and holding one leg up, he licked your calf and bit it, then put your knee over his shoulder as he lined himself up with your entrance, just putting the tip in. “Mmm…yes, more. More Frankie. Fuck your wife’s needy cunt…” You placed your hand on his forearm, your shoulders curled forward, scrunching your body and making your rolls more evident and compact. Frankie leaned forward, pushing himself halfway into you as he took your breast in his hand.

“Shit baby, you’re mine bebita. All mine, this tight cunt is mine.” He started to move slowly, rocking into and pulling all the way out before slowly pushing himself back in. “So damn tight, you don’t wanna let of me go do you?” Whimpering was all you were capable of as he started to speed up and lowered his hand to your side to hold your lovehandle, one of his favorite places to grip you as he worked himself deeper, pushing your leg back to force your hips up and allowing him to pierce your cervix. “Cariño, milk my cock. Take my cum with your snug cunt.” Your core kept vibrating, then began to quake as you started dripping faster, then with your climax you gushed, spilling onto the couch, your thighs Frankie’s thighs, and his sweatpants. Your back arched as Frankie kept thrusting into you as you squeezed him, within a few more pumps her spilled into you, the warmth, making your twist your hips to help it spread. Frankie’s forehead hit your chest, he rubbed your side where he was holding, kneading your tissue. “Don’t make we worry like that again amor. I was worried sick.”

Your laugh was breathy, an arm wrapped around his back, and you kissed the top of his head. “I think I should make you worry more Francisco. That was amazing.” His mouth twisted to the side and to used his lips to surround one of your nipples and bit it, “Shit Frankie! Don’t bite that hard.”

“Cariño, you don’t have to make me worried to get fucked like this when you want to. All you had to is ask bebita.” His sweet grin returned as he remained inside you flacid. “In fact, you need to make sure you call if you wanna get this kind of treatment again. Don’t forget, I love you.”

Tag list (forgot to put this in the first time 😭):

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[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

okay but like,

since it's halloween, pavitr and reader, even tho as teens (and spider people), dress up in matching costumes and decides to trick-or-treat at the Spider HQ

Miguel is confused while Jessica and Peter B just go along with it

(Bonus points if Miles, Gwen, and Hobie decides to join you guys for fun)

Knock Knock, Trick or Treat!🎃✨

👻MASTERLIST🦇

And, for @rinnsworldd: "And, Halloween is coming up, so I thought of GN!reader x pav are wearing matching costumes!! (kuromi and my melody would be SO cute!!)”

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x GN!reader Summary: It was just a normal day at the Spider HQ. Undecorated, unspooky, normal day as ever. No fake blood, no edible skulls or zombie cookies -nothing; standing out amidst a very festive Nueva York. Miguel doing his Miguel things as all the Spider's spend their day in their regular spidey suit and as unfestive as possible. That was, until their spidey senses tingled. Tags: Halloween costumes, trick or treating A/N: A Halloween fic for yall. Enjoy ! <3

👽Also read on AO3🍬

It was just a normal day at the Spider HQ. Undecorated, unspooky, normal day as ever. No fake blood, no edible skulls or zombie cookies -nothing; standing out amidst a very festive Nueva York. Miguel doing his Miguel things as all the Spider's spend their day in their regular spidey suit and as unfestive as possible.

That was, until their spidey senses tingled.

A blur of black and pink shoots through the entrance, swinging and screaming as they pass through to the main hall.

"TIRCK OR TREAT, ARACHNO-FOLKS!"

Pavitr Prabhakar's voice rings loud through the establishment, the hoodie of his onesie flipping back to reveal his ever-amazing luscious raven hair. He lands and plays with his bangles, watching you do a somersault between the gaps in the lanes and land beside him.

You screech out a "HAPPY HALLOWEEN, Y'ALL!", waving your plastic jack-o-lantern candy bucket around and holding it up for treats.

The perplexed face of Miguel O'Hara, however, stops you in your tracks.

Dang. [Cue dramatic music]

"What the hell!?", he sputters, baffled at your appearance. "And what is that costume?!"

"I'm Kuromi!", Pavitr says enthusiastically, gesturing to the pink skull on his forehead and the black devil tail on his costume.

"And, I'm My Melody!" Your pink bunny ears flopping around as you begin to explain the characters excitedly.

Miguel crosses his arms over his chest, halting you short -the least bit amused. "Did I not say no parties inside the HQ? We have more important work than dressing up for a sugar high."

His menacing glare can be seen from a mile away, but you won't let that faze you. Not today.

"But, señor Miguel, it's Halloween!" Pavitr and you pout, making puppy eyes at him.

He's stubborn. "Get rid of the ridiculous costume. Now."

"No!", you say, not backing down. "We want a Halloween party! Party! Party! Party!"

Miguel grows even more annoyed when some other spideys, including Spider-ham, join in the chant. A hand lays on his shoulder.

"Let them, O'Hara, they're children", Jessica says. "A little party ain't gonna do nobody no harm. Plus, it's HAL-LO-WEEN!"

She turns around, her black and red velvet cape flying behind her, and looks up from behind the stiff collar like Dracula. She winks at you. "Looking cute, kiddos!"

"You too?- ugh!" Miguel groans and turns to you. "Costumes. Off. Now. Nobody here is going to party!"

You pout, just when your spidey senses tingle again.

"Did somebody say Party?"

Miles, Gwen, Hobie and Peter B, with May Parker on the baby carrier, wearing Halloween outfits land in a perfect line beside you guys.

"Uhh.....", drags Morales as he looks at Hobie in his usual attire, but more colourful. "You didn't dress up."

"I have. I'm anarchy."

"Yeah, very creative", Miles retorts, earning an elbow from Gwen.

"Who are you dressed up as, again?" Hobie wears a smug smile, gesturing to the imitation Spider-punk suit Miles is parading around in. The Brit leans down his ear as if to whisper a conspiracy. "I'll admit bruv, you look much more cooler, now."

Miles doesn't reply as Hobie pats his shoulder and moves past him with a smirk. This encourages the other spideys to reveal their own costumes that they've hidden under their suits.

"You planned this beforehand? Without my knowledge?!"

You guys blush sheepishly but O'Hara has moved on to a more ridiculous sight that just walked in.

"And what are you supposed to be?", he asks Peter B, eyes squinted as he judges the medieval costume he's wearing.

"I'm the Mandalorian and this is my cute, sweet little baby Yoda", he says, holding May Parker up in the air like the Lion King. She giggles, making her father coo. "May the force be with us!"

O'Hara shoots him a deadpan glare.

Miguel's brows twitch, shooting betrayed looks at the 'adults' who were supposed to supervise such naughtiness.

Jessica playfully rolls her eyes, trying to coax him. "It's okay to let a little loose  sometimes, big guy."

Miguel internally sighs but doesn't show it on his face, though everyone knows he caved in. "You party, You clean."

A loud hurray erupts in the room. Soon, you begin to make skulls, ghosts and various spooky animal shapes from your web solutions, hanging it around the place. Hobie brings a few jack-o-lanterns using his Gizmo imitation watch, Gwen brings candy and at the end of half an hour, everything is set for merriment.

Miguel shakes his head and tries to walk away but Peter B persuades him to join. "C'mon, old man! Trick or treat?"

It's the first time most spideys see Miguel genuinely smile. He has many a cool trick up his sleeve, no doubt what he used to entertain his daughter with. You watch in awe, trying out a few yourselves.

"Is that a trick I see coming my way, Kuromi?", you ask, catching Pavitr trying to sneak candy from your bucket to his.

"Oh, absolutely, My Melody!"

He starts chasing you around as you scream and run. Decors and other stuff are knocked over, but nobody cares. Even Miguel chuckles watching you get tangled in the decor webs while Pavitr takes advantage of it to steal all your candies.

Worst trick, but Best Halloween ever! _____

Hope you enjoyed it! 😉 Thank you for reading and Happy Halloween!!!! 🎃👻

[anarcheamor]

So... About Erzebet...

I'm pretty sure most people agree that there is something a tad underwhelming about Erzebet and a few have waxed poetic about why but I want to add a couple of things.

For one, to get the distaste out of my mouth, there's something about a European woman being the incarnation of an Egyptian goddess and being serviced by a dark-skinned priestess that rubs me weird. It's... Fine, given that she herself isn't a goddess proper, just knows powerful magic and the association with a goddess seems to be closer to being a matter of delusion of grandeur rather than an actual truth about her. It really just comes down to the fact that none of the big powerful vampires in the first show needed any association with deities to be at all threatening. Big Daddy Drax and The Spice Girls were just outright badasses on their own and we're met with immediate displays of their power and not even in combat. Dracula had a huge fucking castle built with machines and magic that he ran on his own with no help at all and Carmilla pops into the scene literally silencing an entire room with her mere presence. Miss SekhySekhySniperwolf needed a whole two episodes for us to finally see how powerful she is and this is after we've all grown tired of different characters sucking her whole ThunderCats-looking puss-puss (that probably meows) while one of them has us praying on her downfall cuz there's no way the writers thought having an indigenous person acting against her was gonna have us still somehow intimidated by her when he was told to bow and he still only did it half-assed at best.

But, for me, and this is the second thing that bothers me, there's this thing about messianic characters being super powerful entities that ruins the point of the whole thing. There's a reason why it fails when it pops in superhero media and that's because the whole point of a (Christian, have to specify because Jewish messianicism doesn't follow the same standards and sure as hell isn't being represented in mainstream media) Messiah is that they are weak and powerless. Literally, Jesus. Just look at Jesus. Home slice wasn't out here boxing with legionnaires and straight up said if he did get slapped, he would turn the other cheek. Plus there's the whole revolutionary aspect that's conveniently forgotten about. Jesus wasn't a Messiah because his morals were just that great and he had god-given superpowers, he was given that title because he was challenging the powers that be at the time. The Vampires in Castlevania are the fucking elite! They don't need a damn messiah, they're just throwing a tantrum because they can't eat din-din at the time they want to. So whole thing just feels shallow when a vampire messiah would be a great source of atory-telling. Imagine if Erzebet wasn't some grandiose vampire queen but a humble lady who is somehow working a now vampire underclass back into the fold of the world because they've been hunted down to such dwindling numbers that humans have went beyond the realms of resisting being food but now have just settled back into their own oppressive ways. Sure that would get rid of the ever-so-satisfying trope of "vampires = upper society" but I would rather trade that for a more compelling villainness who isn't some less- compelling redo of Dracula or The Sisters.

[good-old-kooks]

SPADESGORE 1, 11, 12, 16 (I WANT THE WHOLE LIST BUT I’LL HAVE MERCY AND ONLY ASK A FEW LOLLL)

Oh this is hilarious I'm not used to answering asks on my reblogs acc

This is the og post btw

1. Asgore unironically asks "Would you still love me if I were a worm?" All teary eyed and shit. Spade is baffled beyond belief just trying to comprehend the question. "What no why would I love a worm" he says. Asgore tears up more. "To reduce you to a worm would rid you of your personhood, you wouldn't be you anymore!" Asgore doesnt feel consoled, if anything he looks sadder. Spade is even MORE confused "Asgore this question is rediculous!! Stop crying for god's sake!!!!!"

11. Who makes the most typos? Asgore. Man is shit at spelling he left that shit in high school. Plus English is a second language for him and German is his first so sometimes he adds an extra c or h that doesn't belong there. In contrast Spade is literate to a fault and can recite parts of the dictionary out of spite.

12. This ones really funny bc at first I didn't understand the question - Asgore is actually very nervous pre-flight, about catching the right flight and not being late and stuff, mostly bc its not the same as missing a bus. Meanwhile Spade's afforded this luxury more times than he can count so the procedure's normal to him. What procedure you ask? He acts nonchalant pre-flight, but once they're in their seats he does NOT put down the safety manual. Doesn't matter what class he's flying he is reciting that shit from top to bottom man is PARANOID. Meanwhile Asgore is actually very excited and eventually relaxed once the actual flying starts. Its like a switch flips with them both. Spade is most terrified of landings and turbulance in specific.

16. This technically shouldn't even be a question, Spade is always down for murder, ESPECIALLY if he thinks its morally justified in some way. Asgore isn't really the type to kill FOR someone (at least he wouldn't phrase it that way to himself) but he is Absolutely the type to go "I would die for you" and in response Spade is always like "I would kill for you". They are both unwell.

Also fun fact I actually wanted to use this ask meme as like prompts for drawings so one day you might get the full list in Spadesgore 😈